- To whoever loves me.

Batfam × Neglected Reader! (Villain).

SYPNOSIS: After being ressuracted the only thing on your mind was vengeance, to bring pain to your family who wronged you

WARNING: Gore, Angst, mental issues, batfam are portrait as bad people ( purely for this au only).

The last thing you could remember was the smell of iron before you close your eyes. Flashes of lights appeard, the cold embracing you.

The dark grab onto yout drifting body, dragging you into slumber yet your body refused the temptation much to your dismay… Your eyelids heavy yet it seems like they have a mind of their own… They wouldn’t close.

Where is everyone? Are they alright? Where am I? I want to see them…

The sensation of water entering your nostrils woke you up from the train of thoughts.

Your eyes shot open as the glaring light from above enters.

You were drowing, not in water… atleast you think, water isn’t green. If you’re remembering correctly.

Trying to find a place to stand up you desperately move your leg around, searching for the floor of the green liquid.

Your head hurt, your vision is blurry and everything feels heavy yet dropping wasn’t an option.

Atlast your foot found a rock to stand on, now that your initial worries are gone you look up, observing your surroundings.

Rocks, high and steep… you’re in some sort of cave surrounded by some sort of soldiers… and Ra and Talia… Does this mean, you died?

“Wh-Where is my family?!”

You ask, your voice shaking… even talking hurt, feels like a fork grazing your throat from the inside.

“…Still foolish enough to care about them?”

Ra spoke, from your view it felt as if he was mocking you… looking down ot the once glorious bat now just a wingless bat that is for no use.

“I’ll kill every last of your kind if you dare-!”

“Calm yourself first”

A much more soothing voice appear, Talia. But wasn’t she right next to Ra, it appears your state right now is making you quite vulnerable.

“Do you remember anything? Before we bring you back to life?”

You suspect that was the case. Why else would you be here? Why else would your body and adrenaline be this high at this moment.

Talia step into the pit, her hand out stretch waiting for you to take it.

Could you really trust a villain that almost killed you and your family? Yes. There is no other option.

Taking her hand she drag you out the Lazarus pit.

“Think, before this… the warehouse, the betrayal… Everything you’ve known is nothing but lies”

Talia spoke as her gaze landed on your eyes… And a relieve sigh left her mouth after she confirmed what she was checking.

You remember abit, no… you remember everything now.

That night, the warehouse… joker, everyone… Everyone.

“I-I… It can’t be…”

You couldn’t help as hot tears rolled down your eyes. Your hands on your face as you recollect your memories about everything.

That night, there was a vote. Everyone in the family, the joker gave a command… To vote who get’s to die.

For an hour you all sit trying to get out yet nothing worked…

“… We’ll get out, don’t worry”

Dick noticing your nervousness assured you, his ability to stay calm under any situation amaze you…

Dick was the older brother that planned all the bad stuff to do together, he was fun and because of him you learn that life shouldn’t be full of negativity and paranoia even as a vigilante.

He taught you how to be carefree and enjoy life. He himself might not enjoy it but he was willing to pretend for you, he doesn’t like to c

“ ‘TT’, it’s truly amusing to watch you panick because of a mere washed up clown. No wonder you barely catch anything good”

Damian commented as well which made Barabara abit annoyed at him for even speaking up while you were clearly in a bad position.

“Now isn’t the time to pick a fight”. Barbara spoke.

Barbara was truly the most admirable for you, she was kind, loving, caring just everything you wish to be as a lady… Not to mention she’s quite attractive and charming.

Her head turns to look at you and a smile crep up her face, you left alot better. Afterall she was indeed the first to help you settle at the manor when you arrive.

She was there at your first crush, heartbreak, period and even embarrassing days.

“Don’t worry, im- we’re here… Well beat his ass to the gutter in a matter of a minute”

She assured you, her encouraging words striking you.

“Right, I have you guy’s…”

There is no reason to worry… Your family is here afterall, after years of being family you can’t help but almost cry from being so lucky.

To be picked up from the dirt and having q chance with this family, you wanted to cry. To say that you’re extremely greatful for them loving you and not treating you like strangers.

“I still cannot believe he got us all here, it’s impressed even”

Tim spoke up, it is indeed weird on how he managed to catch every of the Batfamly expect Alfred and Bruce himself.

Something doesn’t feel right, he should be here by now yet there was no sign of Bruce, not even another league members.

The whole batfamily just gone during a random Friday night should be a big event, afterall friday is the biggest time for crime to spike up.

“Ah… I see, enjoying your precious family meeting?”

A voice entered the room, you couldn’t see who but you know who it is from that irritating voice. The joker.

The way you were position didn’t allow you to see much of the clown but evryone else heads turns, face contoured with disgust, hatred, announce and wanting to beat him up.

“Oh now c'mon… what’s with those faces? That’s not a very nice expression to someone who makes a special game for the family…”

The door was kick shut, you assumed by Harley. The chick who is obessed with the clown and from the look of it… You might consider being a villain of a literal clown can have a girl like Harley.

“I sweat to God. I will bash your head into mush when im out from here”

Jason threaten the clown, who doesn’t seem phase at all rather quite pleased by the bold plan.

“Right, that is if you survive my special game”

Everyone either sigh or rolled their eyes in pure announce. Was this new? No… He’s full of games that no one wants to play.

“Oh c'mon! It’s a good game, right pumpkin?”

His head turn to Harley who was always with him right and wrong, mostly wrong.

“Right Puddin! We made sure it’ll bring out your emotions in full display just from winning!”

Harley happy as ever explain, you can’t help but feel this sensation. That something was wrong.

Another part of you told you that doubting your own family and Bruce wasn’t right, maybe the fact that you’re a coward was holding you back… Great. Absolutely great.

“As you can see, we’ll give everyone a fare change to vote a person… To meet my new friend”

Joker explain, his tone turning almost sinister yet the uncanny smile of his was the most off putting.

“Only one loser, the rest can celebrate their victory… it’ll be the best victor you’ll every taste”

Joker further explained, Harley behind her was proudly showing her bat to everyone… swinging it around with a smug grin on her face.

“No worries, it’s not my baby tho… Rather it’s a new friend that me and Mr. J are very proud of! ”

A sigh of relief left your mouth as you tried so fucking hard to hide the sweat rolling down your forehead.

Dick gaze landed on Jason who was quiet, too quiet. His gaze was on Harley’s bat and he was very in thought… Too deep in thought.

“This is ridiculous…”

Stephanie finally speak up as she sigh, she wasn’t in the mood for shit. Afterall she told you that her and her boyfriend broke up previously, Joker and Harley little scheme would just annoy her more than anything could ever.

“I did not plan on spending today with shein make-up clown and his crazy chick… Whatever, better than condiment man”

Barbara replied to Stephanie, only you knew about Stephanie’s love life fully. Barbara only knew about the break up.

“Anything is better than that guy, I rather face death itself than cleaning my suit at three in the morning again, I refuse”

Tim added, his hatred for that man runs deep in his blood. He always cure the guy whenever he could, afterall Tim was the only person who was affected by the guy both hero and civilian.

Always showing up during Tim’s patrol and running Tim’s date by spraying condiment which ruined the date for Tim.

“I see, no one here seems to he comically afraid… That’s great to see of course, I wouldn’t want to start with such a bad atmosphere”

Joker spoke up again, this time his hand was on Jason’s shoulder and Jason was ready to bite Jokers fingers off.

“Pumpkin, why don’t you take it from here… I’ll meet our special loser at my office”

With that said he left the room, Harley smile wider which was terrifying as hell. She always smile like a lunatic and now she looks like a lunatic on special drugs.

“Father where are you?”

you mutter to yourself. The place itself scared you and seeing Harley smile was scary she should consider not smiling anymore, it brings agony more than anything else.

Being a literal 15 years old and being the youngest with a set of problem doesn’t help the fact that you’re a vigilante.

You’re the clingest of them, have an attachment issue especially from Bruce because he gave you the fatherly love you wish for… And now the thought of anything bad happening wasn’t helping your issue.

“Now, shall we vote the loser?”

Harley spoke out once again.

The rule was to vote the loser simple and everyone knew what the loser would face, surely everyone would vote for themselves and evryone will be safe.

So you opted to vote for yourself. Yet, doubt filled your head maybe what if someone didn’t think like you at all? No, you’re overthinking because… You’re the least intelligent here and all so yeah… if you can find a solution so can evryone.

“And… the loser is…”

Harley with that uncanny smile on her face was announcing now.

She was walking around like a predator trying to catch it’s prey, she stop behind you.

“You”

Before you could even blink or look at anyone a blow was sent straight to your head.

Harley had hit you with her bat, blood spilling from where she hit you as well, spewing down onto your suit.

“Ah shit! You’re supposed to be unconscious… Whatever, make it better for puddin!”

Harley chriped, holding onto the wooden chair you were on as she drag it…

Your blood dropping on the floor, your eyes blurred and you watch as your family sat there silently watching you.

“Someone… help”

You mutter out but no one dare to even scream, protest or even try to struggle to get to you.

The screetching sound of the end of the wooden chair being dragged against the concrete ground ring all around.

“…I- what do we do?”

Duke asked confused on why everyone was acting this way. For Duke everything was utterly new, afterall this was his second week with the family.

“… Nothing we can do”

Dick spoke, his face turn into something even Duke have never seen before, so dark and lifeless…

“Isn’t she our sister..? Why are we letting them take her! Hey! Fucking Harley! Batman is coming you better not touch our sis-”

“Be quiet, Duke”

Barbara cut him off which Duke was most confused about.

Wouldn’t Barbara be the one to be more desperate than he was about you being taken away? He saw you and Barbara together alot.

“Quiet!? Are you craz-”

“Duke. That is enough.”

Dick commanded, he glared at the younger one, Duke felt his blood turning cold. What. The. Hell.

The only thing you remember after that is beating upon beating.

“Oho! You like that? How about the front? Or is the back better?”

Joker asked as he swung pipe wrench again and again.

Your blood spewing all over the room as Harley was just watching fully entertained by watching you be in pain.

“Ah! Please!… Stop! Im sorry… Father! Please help me… Please help me! Dick! Barbara! Ti-m! Anyone… Anyone….”

You plead desperately, curling yourself to protect yourself from the brutal blow you were getting back to back.

“Oh look at the bat curling up… So cute, ain’t it pumpkin? Help me out and let’s stretched it’s wing…”

Joker looked at Harley with that smile as Harley laugh, you can’t even see shit properly.

It’s been hours, hours of beating and no sign of Bruce… He should be here by now? Why isn’t he- Why isn’t he here? Why… You really missed him.

In the other room your siblings were in utter silence, Jason was provoke by the sound of your pleading, desperation and the horrifying sound of your bones breaking, flesh being torn.

“…Jason? It’s alright… Im sorry you have to hear this”

Dick was trying to comfort him.

Duke on the other hand was disgusted by everyone he thought he knew in just a feq week.

“She’s dying and you’re comforting him instead of yknow? Trying to save her? Why is everyone so dull… She’s dying! C'mon, you guy’s told me family doesn’t leave eachother to suffer… Family help… Don’t we?”

Duke asked, on the verge of crying because hearing you cry and begged for mercy for an hour straight was breaking him.

You were so kind to him, you are the youngest and he swore everyone love you dearly… But why is everyone so unaffected by the sound of you dying?

“She isn’t one of us”

After breaking your leg Harley stood proudly, like a child admiring her science project.. Smiling as if the first position was promised to her.

You could barely open your eyes… Everything hurt like hell…

The next thing you remember was being dragged out into the cold by Joker goons, the cold feeling of that rope around your neck as you watch helplessly.

“hey yknow… Batman should be here by now right?”

One of the goon asked confused as hell, the smelling was metal was strong and seeing your disshaveled look was hard to see even for the goon.

Your left leg was facing the wrong way and your hair was disshaveled with your blood and tears sticking them together, the coldness embracing you.

“That’s what I thought… usually he would be here before boss can lay his hand on her… Maybe old age caught him?”

The other goon suggest as the other was not impressed by his comments rather pissed off by his idiocy.

“Whatever, when the police arrived we drop the mask freak… If he arrived, we do it too… It’s order we must not leave until we hear her neck break…”

As soon as he said that the siren of police cars could be heard.

Great, seems like everything in the world was rooting to see you hang like an ornament.

“Shit! Drop her fast! Im not getting caught before Christmas, I need to spend time with my kid or mom will kill me”

The other said as he pick your body up with a hint of struggle, you could see the edge clearly now…

“…Bruce… Father, please… Im sorry… I should be stronger- Forgive me”

You mutter out, your words barely coherent and you don’t even remember saying such words or thinking about it.

Tasting death while clinging onto your family made you this low…

With a swift move he push you off the edge, for a moment you feel free, the coldness embracing you warmly in a way.

Until the rope around your neck suddenly tightening, you struggle at first your eye’s popping red from the sudden lack of oxygen.

The chief watching in horror as the body of a child was hang infront of him, on the walls of te building in res wrote.

* Enjoy my gift that meets your personal need, Batsy * * - Joker *.

“God… where is that dark knight at? He can’t even protect his own”

“…He can protect his own”

He repeated himself as if he just realised something really important.

“… Something is wrong…”

He mutters under his breath as he looked away from your hanging body, your body rearranged to the point he cannot even recognise you, the suit and the mask was the only reason he knew you were a bat.

That was all you remembered, your last memory… Your last breath was spent thinking of the family that watch you die, how pitiful.

“It can’t be… Why? Why do I have to die when we can all survive…?”

tears rolling down your cheeks as you fall onto the ground… Talia crouch as well.

Cupping your face and wipping your tears away like a mother would, her touch so gentle you almost lean into you… God you really are starved, even a simple gesture of kindness was enough to knock you over.

“It’s simple, Bruce doesn’t need you anymore and dispose you… The rest knew too, that’s why they didn’t fight for you. For years your family despite you, seeing a chance to get rid of you… they took it”

she explained, acting as if she ever cared before. She pull you into a hug a tight and one that make you feel safe.

“Im sorry, my little angel, you must be so scared and lonely but im here… we’re here”

She muttered, you could smell her expensive purfume as well.

Talia looked up to meet his father’s eyes with a knowing smile she went back to being pitiful for you.

“…Why? They love me? They wouldn’t… They love me… they do!”

you were stubborn as always but Talia knew your weakness. They knew everything.

“If they love you so much wouldn’t he safe you faster… when he had atleast four hour before you die… No one reach for when you were sent to die… Only we can help you”

Talia suggested as she take your hands, with a soft smile she opened up.

“They would know your corpse is gone by now… But they don’t, cause your grave… isn’t even in the manor”

She said as you could hear your heart shatter inside your rib.

“Bruce that night, was… busy with nothing… sweetie, he knew, everyone but you knew that you’ll die… So he let it happen, you’re just a burden to his life”

Talia calmly explain as you feel every fiber inn your body standing up.

“In going to kill them all. Every one of them.”

You promised, Talia eyes widen to hear such word from you of all people… her plan was going too well.

“Oh sweetheart… I’ll help you”

Her voice was just like a mother, her plan was working… Your eyes turning somewhat green as your anger flared, the Lazarus pit was affecting you greatly and it shown.

Your anger was unnatural, maybe because the only thing you knew before death was betrayal aab violence? Whatever it was… you need to take it out on them.

“My own family, never loved me… Why? this won’t hurt as much as it did if they told me…”

“… I’ll… kill them- All”.

All those years you spent loving your family was just for nothing, years of trying to fit in was nothing… The truth hit you hard, they never loved you. It was a trick… How pathetic of you to be so blinded by them…

But no worries, you’ll uncover the truth piece by piece… even if you have to hurt the people you once loved.

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This isn’t very good but I just might come out of my writer block.

BATFAM × READER (angst).

( Might write a full fanfic of one where reader gets to torment them after her death if this reach 1k like).

- Imagine:

You’re Bruce adopted child and a vigilante just like the rest of the family. You feel like their biological sister/brother because of the way they treated you the past years.

Dick took the role as the responsible older brother and guide you through everything, first crush, insecurities, partner and everything you cannot handle he was there like an actual older brother you wish for during your years in the orphanage.

Jason tho at first was reluctant to get close eventually cave. He treat you like his equal, made you rebellious, confident and even hell you stand up for yourself… He was the person you went to when you can’t tell Dick something’s.

Tim was the one you bicker with alot yet get along with, it’s either he’s bickering with you for mo reasons or you’re annoying him. You’re the only person who could bother him during his investigation and Tim would let you stay near and that makes you feel special…

Damian was the one you hated the most but deeply admire. He always made you mad and always hit where it hurt yet he was the one talking care of you when you were weak. He doesn’t speak he shows his affection.

Everyone made you feel like you belong with them, even when you act like a brat they always help you.

Deep down you treasure them and willing to do anything for them and they’ll do the same right?

You always look at the family picture in your room, heart full of flowers blooming as you smile. You finally have a place…

The orphanage was hopeless, filled with rats and holes… During those days you felt utterly alone and pathetic. You’d do anything in your power to be adopted by someone who loves you, and this was it.

Until the day you woke up in the dingy room.

The rest of the family seated around you in circles, both their legs and hands bounded by a rope…

The joker made a simple request, to choose the one to die and the rest get to love or everyone dies.

At first everyone hesitate, the room filled with tension. You wanted to cry, because this feels too much like a nightmare.

Bruce would find a way to get out… you hope. Yet your heart sank as if something bad was approaching.

No one in the room wanted to choose that was until Joker showed up and broke Alfred’s fingers…

Provoking the rest of the family.

Joker made it clear that if they waste any more minute to vote he will break Alfred’s fingers one by one.. If it continues his arms and legs and death.

Bruce swallowed his saliva and depend that the family vote but to be smart about it… There was ten members.

If each vote for one another in a buddy system everyone survive, you thought and vote for someone…

When Barbara the last person to vote choose the Joker laugh out in hysteria. His eyes on the computer, you smirk thinking that Bruce wise word fooled the man.

Until joker turns and show the result. On the computer clearly shows you, with nine vote… Your heart sank.

You looked down as tears filled your visions.

“Why… Why…? WHY?!”

You ask them, none of them wanting to meet your eyes.

You couldn’t bear it… Why did they vote you when the smartest choice was…

Jason looked at you his eyes wide, this feels too similar just that your fate was in their hands and they deliberately choose you.

“Aren’t… aren’t we families? Why…? Dad, why? I don’t want to die! Dad please dl something!”

You shake violently in your chair, the restraint stopping you from breaking free. Salty tears rolling down your face as you couldn’t stop crying.

All those years, you spent loving them and having feel like you belong felt like a sweet lie.

Joker pulled out a knife, a kitchen knife as he stood infront of you.

You tried to struggle calling out for help.

“Dickie please! Im scared..! I won’t be mad about this just please, please protect me! I don’t want to- Don’t want to die!”

You yelled, your throat hurting as you called out for his name desperately.

No one answered… Their eyes away from your figure out of guilt.

Harley stood behind you as she hold you down. The knife lift high…

“The bird that can’t fly, can’t survive… goodbye birdie~”

“DAD!-”

Note - If this reach 1k like I’ll create a proper fanfic where readers gets to be the villain and terrorize the family for the betrayal and uncover the truth.

- In your arms.

Batfam × Neglected reader!

NOTE: This is my stupid draft, im on a writer block so bless y'all.

IMP: Horror, Gore, Negligent, Bullying, Sucide. Damian would never hurt an animal, hence part 2 wil explain.

People would blame you relentlessly for ending your own life. They never even tried to imagine why you did so, they would sit inside their comfortable home and spit nothing but nonsense.

You’ve seen it, the full extent of the pressure society would put on people and when the same people break from the pressure, they would began criticising them for ending it.

It was wrong to end everything so selflessly but you gradually began to understand… People get what they want when everything is over.

Gold, attention, love, affirmation… everything you seek only comes when you’re gone, but when you were alive there was never anything.

Just the endless void and countless thoughts, whispering into your ears turning ever scenerio into something so vile you can’t fathom what have you becom yet there is no ending.

Before they die they always thought of others but never themselves, no one live for themselves… They only live because of the shame, that’s what everyone have been thought some were fortunate to escape but most live only because of shame.

Why did you knew so much? Because shame no longer bind your feet together.

Standing near the edge of your window you could say that the shame was still somewhat holding onto your feet.

Before you stood here, there was no shame… No reason, no nothing… But now face to face with what you thought was an escape shame was holding onto you as long as it could it appears.

Would they hide your weak attempt of better life? Would they be so shameful that they don’t even want to announce it? What will others think of them because of your mere actions?

But, you’re here because of them yet you still hold onto the part of you that want to keep their dignity above everything else.

They should be sad, disappointed in themselves or beg for your forgiveness… Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to even acknowledge yourself… Just evrything was about them.

Why? Why must you care so much when you don’t even mean a thing to them… Why are you so afraid? Is it because part of you wish they would just hug you and forget this? Yes.

You don’t want to die. You want to live, to see another day but when the sun is block by the clouds and the air is starting to feel suffocating it’s better to go than stay.

Your thoughts were eating you alive.

Your heart beating against your rib began to feel like a whip, forcing you to be impulsive and make brash decision.

You look back, only to be met with the dim light of your room, the wallpaper look moldy bit you knew they weren’t your eyes were playing trick on you again.

It look so small and it was clean and tidy as if no one have been sleeping in the bed or touching anything. For a month straight you’ve been depriving yourself of touching anything.

You don’t want to trigger any memory to stop you, you don’t want them to see your past behaviour and mourn… You want to make it easy.

Looking at your door you expected for your father or someone to come in, realised your disgusting behaviour and take you away from here.

Yet, nobody enters, you knew they wouldn’t. Yet, why did you even bother to turn when your body was as stiff as a cement.

Do you truly wish to escape or do you just want to be noticed.

You found it sick and cruel. It was as they knew you weren’t strong enough, deliberately put you away from everyone else so you won’t infect them with your own problem. It was as if they wanted you to put yourself out for the better.

Their laughter bothers you, their smile bothers you and their so call act of justice to the people makes you want to tear them apart.

What’s the point of justice if you can’t enforce one in own home without making someone suffer badly.

Maybe if you’re dead that will ruin them? They’ll finally be able to feel what you have felt all those years.

Without anymore consequences on your side you’ll be resting while they suffer what they have sought.

You took a deep breath looking up into the night sky, it wasn’t so dark just perfect. The moon was bright as if it was inviting you for a step into it.

Your hands were slightly trembling, from what you couldn’t identify… The thought of resting or seeing them suffer after your action.

Looking down you imagine the ground to be higher than it was. Maybe it was the functional part of your brain trying it’s best to survive. None of your body were working together they were independent and had made their own choice…

You wanted to laugh at yourself, reducible you’re for finding it the easy way. People take revenge by working harf yet here you are… being a lazy slacker as always… Why can’t you be anything good. Why must you always carry shame whenever you go.

The reason for this situation could only be blame upon them.

Your mother died and as a result you were forced to stay with your biological father at the five.

Even tho you were pure and innocent no one took their time to keep that safe.

You were an uninvited guest at their home afterall, like a child left by their parents at their porch… Unlike them you arrived without anything, no inteligent, no beauty, no wit, no nothing…

Nobody like a person who force their way into their life.

Alfred who was the butler only saw you as the result of a terrible situation, openly suggesting for Bruce to put you away or have you sign up for adoption.

A vermin like you will only help to taint the perfect picture he build.

Your birth was meant to be just a stupid and ridiculous remark… They despite you for being born when you didn’t wish it yourself.

The only reason you are still here is because you’ve been exposed to the media as his daughter and he cannot give you up as result. Deep down he knew he wouldn’t mind even if it result in tons of backlash… Yet he didn’t, you remind him of himself too much.

And he hate to see you around yet love to project what he could be, yet to his distaste you lack what he wish to project…

He wouldn’t waste a second to teach you properly yet he wouldn’t mind to waste millions to see what is wrong with you.

Everyday Alfred would try his best to avoid you, he did not seem to care about the fact that you were a helpless child who needed someone to guide them.

He wouldn’t even dare speak to you directly, yet he sympathize with you for being born at all. He knew you were unwanted and he is certain that giving you to someone else would be a favour and his.

You began to learn how to live at a young age, you envy those who were loved which resulted in you not being able to make any friends.

You were bitter, distasteful and envious.

Unlike your siblings you were always full due to the constant love or what you saw as love , no one seem to bat an eye as long as it’s you. They were fine with watching you break into pieces.

Dick was kind and loving to everyone but you, he can’t stand to be near your presence. It’s just hard for him to be nice to you.

Anytime any hero ask about his family he would left you out the picture, he could happily announce to the world that his siblings were the best but you…? He would rather not be associated with you.

Jason was a hard case already and when he saw how pathetic you have become he couldn’t help but laught at your misery.

He felt much better when you’re around, because he didn’t feel so bad, he didn’t feel like he disappointed anyone. You’re a much bigger disappointment than he could be.

Sometimes he would mock Bruce using you, asking him on how he managed to brought such disappointment. He would openly suggest that you were not even related to Bruce, he can’t and will never acknowledged you as a Wayne just some whore daughter.

Tim decided to delete or report any article if your name was together with theirs. Made up articles about how you were not a Wayne, he made logical lies with extreme details. In his word you were the result of a hook up, your mother realising that she cannot take care of you accuse Bruce of being the father and Bruce being the better person took you in even tho you weren’t his daughter.

Lies all lies. You were Bruce daughter even one glace can confirm it and here are your siblings trying their best to take you out the picture.

Damian was terrible, yet Bruce loved him. He was so willing to take you out, end your life. He doesn’t see you as a worthy or even a compatition, you were just some obstacles that need to be taken out.

He would spread rumours and nasty lies to turn everyone against you, school was hell. Everything saw you as a whore daughter and as a result you got bullied.

Face shoved into the toilet letting you feel the sweet taste of death and pull you back, writing all over your desk, your belongings broken.

Your body was thin from lack of food and consuming too much unhealthy food left you vomiting and bed sick for days. Alfred was willing to do anything but take care of you and as a result being sick was not an option.

He couldn’t bring himself to even care for you, he doesn’t want to be associated with you… He doesn’t understand or he would say but you disgust him.

You can’t fight back, you were weaken from the start.

Sometimes to forget that you were starving you would bite your thumb, hard enough to draw out blood but as time past you can rarely bite hard enough to see even a prick of blood.

You were dying from the inside slowly.

It hurt so badly knowing your family were loved and adored by everyone… While they ignore you like you were some dust.

Teachers used to proudly announce to the students that they should be a place of comfort where anyone can speak about their problems.

It was utter bullshit.

You’ve told them your stories, how you were starving… How you felt like a burden and how you will manage to gain love and empathy from your own family.

She only report back to your father and brought you no comfort or reassurance. That was the day all your trust were broken.

Your only place of comfort was the rabbit you had since you were 6.

You would play with it’s fur and sleep with it, to you it wasn’t a pet… it was family.

That was until Damian decided to take everything.

You’ve come home after school hoping to give your rabbit some carrot and when you arrived just to saw it’s body laying on the grass that had absorb the blood.

Your precious rabbit head was cut off clean, you knew who did it.

The scene was brutal for you, it’s eye still open and it’s mouth open as well as if it was screaming for mercy before it was ended.

You angrily fought with the demon he did more damage to you. Yet, you’re the one who was grounded.

Everybody surrounded him and ignored you.

Everything was taken from you and you wouldn’t take it that easily.

You saw animals die everyday, no one pay heed to it. Watching as it rot on the road as people continue.

You smiled from the thought of it, gaining the confidence… If people pay no attention to a road kill no one would bat an eyes at yours…

- Draw My Own Wings.

Batfam × Neglected Reader( artist )!

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

WARNING: Not for sensetive people! Have several triggers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could still remember it so vividly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ll be my daughter from today… I won’t leave you cold, you’ll have a father…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You shouldn’t be this clingy and desperate, you’re not a baby anymore and it’s annoying not adorable”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dick? Are you busy?”

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

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

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

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

“Me and Damian are going to the museum, I’ll be busy”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fucking God… Why me”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Im feeling unwell, my stomach is hurting…”

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

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

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

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

“Alfred please, it’s been like this son-”

“Master do I have to remind you that you aren’t the one with bad illness constantly?”

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

“I-”

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

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

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

“Im sorry?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s too sweet, are you trying to poison me?”

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

“Can’t you be useful for anything?”

Alright, you understood your value.

“If you have no use then you shouldn’t even be here… I don’t need a complete slot as my sibling”

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

“Damian?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No! no no no… Please no, not this- I can’t… No…”

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

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

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

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

“No! Let go, it’s still doable! I won’t let you take everything from me… It’s not fair!”

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s just some drawing books… I can always buy more, you do not need to hit your brother”

He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand anything about you- Your passion, your lifeline, evrything… Another book cannot replace the emotions that you poured out onto those books, nothing could compare to the rage you were feeling.

“You just wanted to hit Damian, it makes you feel better right? To have the attention even if it’s bad… I cannot believe you’re that desperate, to hurt your own brother for mere attention?”

“They shouldn’t be here… They only cause unnecessary trouble for us.”

“This is utterly unacceptable Master Bruce, this is a behaviour of a child with no discipline!”

Your books were gone… You were sent to your room and Damian was being taken care of… Well they bandage your hands but Damian was still being cared, as if he was a baby… For sake he’s a former assasin you needed that care more than he does.

Wanting to get rid of your thoughts you decided to just draw, drawing was truly your only way of expressing yourself.

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

Each time you grip the pencil a sharp pain sting your hand, like needles piercing through your skin… Seems like Damian won again.

You couldn’t draw… You’re dead. If you can’t draw, you are no better than a pig now. Your hooves would prevent you from expressing through drawings. Useless pigs get’s slaughtered and your next with your hooves.

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

Now you truly are over.

“I’m dead”.

You utter quietly, ever since Damian came into the picture your only superiority was drawing… He was good but not as much as you, afterall you practice till your nose bleed from exhaustion…

Your only talent that surpress the love child was now gone, it would be the same thing as dying if you couldn’t even express your feelings…

Bruce who decided to check up on you came inside, deep down you knew he was there to either tell you that you’d go to boarding school or some shit. He doesn’t care. He only came in to make you feel guilty and feed Damian’s ego.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I like butterflies, they’re free to do whatever… When I die I want to be one! Dad I promise to always visit you if I became one!”

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

What have he done?

Sillouethe Of Your Soul.

BatFam x Neglected Reader.

SYPNOSIS: How could anyone missed something they’ve never had.

WARNING: NOT FOR SENSETIVE PEOPLE OR WHO HATE GORE. (Daddy issue incoming)

Some abuser never realised the extent of their actions nor do they try to understand the person they have hurt, they relish in being in power to chain an angel on Earth with them so they won’t feel so envious of it’s wings.

Some don’t realise their own abused, the harsh word that left wounds deep inside their sweet angel’s heart, their silhouette ligures around the house but their soul were never present… They do not understand that their own actions have consequences that hurt more than themselves.

You were abused in the silent ways, no one to cheer you own, no one to help you sleep, no one to love you.

You would watch a family so happy and perfect just that they were your family and you felt like watching as their perfection together formed an art while you watched. Just another audience watching a beautiful art.

“She was an angel”

Bruce began as he sit inside his office that left somewhere empty now… The guy who he was talking was from CPS conducting an interview after your death.

“I should have realised… she wasn’t a bird like the rest, she was an angel who just needs some encouragement to fly”

Bruce was better at nursing helpless birds than an angel. He’s been a father for more than he could remember but he never took onto consideration on how some kid’s aren’t all birds and he gave up so soon… After he realised he could nurture you like a bird.

“I would watch her silently, I couldn’t realise what I was doing wrong… I didn’t knew how to raise a bird like her and I realised something was wrong with her.”

You would sit there at the side quietly as the rest of the family played around treating you like a ghost. Their playful banter and smile never reached yourside, you were treated like a guest at your own home.

“I kept trying tho, I pushed and pushed trying to force her to open her wings… Like the rest of the family, but it wouldn’t budge”

Bruce would watch as he ordered you to do certain thing’s that no one else had to, doing everybody else laundry, extra studies, outside tuition and even excluding you from certain family function.

He knew you weren’t strong enough to be a vigilante, that’s why the rest of your siblings have a hard time being near you… Your life were different. You were just too ‘odd’ to be include as a family to them.

“I never knew how much it hurt her…”

You could barely hold back your tears sometimes, everyone get the idle father but to you he was never a father he was just an instructor… Who clearly have favourite.

“I told Alfred to stop making food for her… To learn how to survive on her own, she was already weak I thought I was helping her survive”

You would stood there your eyes looking into the abyss, everyone had their plate on the table yet yours was missing. They did not asked or have a single concern as they happily ate their meal… As your flesh began to decay.

Every Christmas you were gone nowhere to be seen but everyone carried on their life like you were never there at the first place.

Your bones were crushed, your blood being drained slowly as their smile and laughter taunt you.

Why? Why would you ever missed something you never had?

You’ve spent your whole life without them. Why would you suddenly need them, they were heros… They were obliged to love everyone but you were being singled out.

“I don’t know why she didn’t scream when they dunk her head into the water”

The brutal scene of your death, some thugs decided to kidnapped you for money but when they realised your family nor the bats were coming they used you to fulfill twisted dreams.

Your wrist was red and some soft skin were pelling off. Tears, sweat and snot on your face as you begged God to save you.

Tim got kidnapped before and he was saved before an hour.. You’ve been down here for six hours, bruised and broken.

You thought for once that your family would show some mercy and come but they didn’t, left you behind in the hands of two merciless people.

For six hour straight you’ve been beaten, they dunked your head into some cold water and before you could passed out and just let go they would pull your head back.

Your clothes were torn and dirty, your body was aching and there was a fine line of cut on your neck as blood wouldn’t stop spewing out of it. Your fingers were mostly broken and you’re been hit with a rench which left your jaw broken and your head bleeding.

“Dad…I, mis-ed u…”

You could barely speak but you used the bit of your strength on calling for your father, for him to embrace you in your dying moment… That’s what you’ve wanted for a long time .

Memories flash across your mind as your breath began to slow down. You’ve watched alot of movies, you always wanted your father to pick you up into the sky and told you that he loved you.

The way a father would look at their daughter and be proud of. Everybody had a father by their side growing up atleast in your eyes, the one to hold their hands while they cheer, the one to embrace them when they accomplish even the smallest of thing.

But, he was never a present father to you. Ever award you won the only thing you care for was your father, you looked into the crowd of faces to see his proud face or just him but he wasn’t there.

Unlike everyone else who had a father holding their hands to guide them through the darkness you only had yourself. Every compliment felt meaningless and every compliment was replaced with untold hatred.

“I couldn’t stop myself that day… I hold onto her and cried. My baby was dead”

He continued as his face show a slight sorrow but he was holding it back.

“My child, my little angel… Lifeless on the dirty street left there to be eaten by the rats… I couldn’t control my tears, so many word left untold… So many praise I’ve kept to myself, she died thinking she was a burden.”

His voice cracked as his throat began to heat up from the emotion he was trying to surpass.

Your body was left at some nearby alleyway, you were still concious when they throw your body onto the cold cement. The light of the city blended in your eyes, you lay there paralyzed soaking wet from your blood.

It was cold and empty, trying to imagine the warmth of your father, but you couldn’t…You didn’t know how it felt to be under a father warmth. You never had that.

All those years filled with unsaid words and tension between the two of you. You couldn’t speak and he didn’t knew how to care for you. You watched as he would nurture all your siblings buy you.

Every birds by his side cuddling and loving while your feathers began to fall to warmth your heart, to play the role of being loved. You sacrifice your own greatness for fatherly love.

“Her body was cold and empty, not the girl I watched grew up… Her blood were warm, like she was trying to comfort me for the last time…”

Bruce looked at his hands as he looked back at the guy, he recoll running towards the scene, pushing the GCPD aside when they tried to stop him… But a father could never be stopped when their child is at stake.

He saw your body near the trash, they threw you away like you didn’t meant anything but a trash to be taken out after it was done with.

He went on his knees as he dirty his perfect suit, his hands holding onto your body as he began to sob… Your face have went pale and he could see the damage done to your jaw and the large bruise on your left eye.

The bruise was swollen, purple and red colouring it… Seemed like they had hit you with something hard.

“Whoever killed her treated her no different from an animal. I hold onto her hands, I prayed to God to do something… I was… Late, too late to be a father to her.”

“I ruined a beautiful angel… I wasn’t a father… I treated her differently… I was too sucked up to understand that she needed a father and not Bruce…”

“I just, hoped that no father would do this to their child… She was my child, my angel, my baby… And I would die to bring her back and told her… I love you always”

I know this is shittu but im bored.

Yandere BatFam x *other dimension* reader.

SYPNOSIS: Your false family aren’t happy about the fact that you can finally go back home..

For year’s you have been pretending to be happy with your false family but in reality you’ve been trying your best to get back home.

They were loving and kind but their intentions was sickening.

The tracking device inside your body, the constant unnerving questions, the eyes, the lack of privacy and the constant losing of memories.

Everything was off, your phone camera would sometimes flash red and it was pretty obvious Tim was watching you through it, it was a silent warning for you to not do anything unpleasant.

The way Dick would always follow you around even outside blüdhaven, talking and suddenly it would go to asking about your personal life and not answering was not an option.

Jason trying to guide you through your life by forcing you to stick by his side while he gunned down anyone who dares to stare at you inappropriate.

Damian who tried to hypnotize you to forget about your real home and even getting a demon involved in the process.

Barbara who always track you down and if she have a feeling of dangerous she would send any of the family to drug you and being you back to her.

She made a special drug for you, fast working and keep a person vulnerable for an hour.

Cass who would try to paralyzed you at some point because that was the safest option.

She directly told you about ut, saying if she cut a specific nerve from your body your body would shut down until that nerve somehow heal… Which would never happened.

Her reasons she misses you too much.

The most normal one was Stephanie, she threatened ever one of your friends because you didn’t need friends when you have them.

But at times you even question yourself, she treated you like some treasure and not a person. If anybody from outside the family touches you she would freak out… Forcing you to clean the area or even forcing you to wash yourself thoroughly.

At the same time sge would manipulate you, setting scenarios in your head just do she could force you to do anything sge wanted which was to isolate you from any other life.

Duke would try to blind you if you ever threaten them to leave.

He did blind you once and it was a true Horror, everything was black- no, you couldn’t even describe what you saw in that state… Not only was it an endless void, you heard your own voice desperately sobbing the feeling of wet hand’s as they tried to rip you onto pieces.

You couldn’t sleep after that your own thoughts went out of control and you went mad. Bruce had to hook you up to some machine again just so you could forget preventing you from going crazy.

Alfred would feed you things before you go out and the next day you would find yourself on your bed, when you asked about last night he would simply said you were too tired and decided to stay inside.

And the worst of them all… Bruce, he did kidnapped you from the league ready to harm any of the league members if they tried to take his precious daughter away from them. As a result building your way back some become harder but not impossible.

All your sacrifices have led up to this moment, standing infront of the glowing portal. A way back home.

Before you could run into it your left leg fell numb.

Before you could understand what was going on you fell on the ground both your leg have feel numb, your muscles completely given up on you.

“Aw, is our little bird trying to run?”

Dick voice was loud and clear. At that moment you realised you have fucked up bad.

You tried to crawl, pushing your way towards the portal using every of your strength to get back home. You were desperate and they know.

You felt something warm coming up your throat as velvety blood began to vomit out of your mouth, the effects of the poison taking a huge toll on you. Your breath became hollow as well.

Your vision being blocked by white and red light, you could feel some blood seeping out from your nails as they drool down on the fine marble.

“… It’s not very nice of you to disappear on us”

Barbara spoke, she talked like this was normal. Watching you as you desperately crawl towards the glowing portal.

Suddenly your left arm began to numb, the sensation of fire went through your body as tears began to well up.

You didn’t gave up, you couldn’t it was so close. You force yourself to your limit digging on the floor and pulling your body weight.

You felt your nail snapping, ripping from your skin but luckily you could feel it.

Before you could pull again your hand stop moving as well.

Your body was numb all over, none of your muscles wanted to move, it was as if your muscles were cut off leaving you in a paralyzed state.

“Im sorry Master… I supposed the tea was extremely effective than I have anticipated”

Alfred was here to. He did indeed offered you his special tea, he must have laced it…

You tried to speak but you couldn’t your tongue didn’t even move your lips didn’t even part… Not even a pathetic whimper made it our.

Your body was shutting down and It was all their doing.

To keep you in a paralyzed state so you’ll forever stay by their side.

To stuff you inside some robot and rearrange your brain to their liking.

You were just some customisable character to them not a person.

“We didn’t want to resort to this, to paralyzed you neck down… but don’t worry we have some machine we will hook you up to. You’ll be in this state until you better yourself”

- Hush now Crybaby.

YANDERE BATFAMILY X NEGLECTED READER.

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

You would stay by your rotting corpse, gently brushing your hair out of your face or just starting at it in general. Your corpse was becoming stiff and extremely cold, at times you tried to warm it by holding it.

A soft sigh left your mouth as you give up on trying to warmth the body display infront of you.

“How much longer do I have to wait…?”

You’ve been thinking alot, wondering why your body is still chained to Earth and you realised your physical body never got the rest it deserves.

The body laying on your coffin underground was a decoy made by your father, as twisted as it sound he only did it in hope of putting your soul back into the body.

Alfred and Bruce knew that, they knew that your current physical body was hidden inside the batcave. Alfred was hesitant at first but Bruce assure him that what he was doing might be morally wrong but it was the best option they have, if they want a new start.

Even after death nothing was better, your life only change slightly and it was for the worst. No one could see or interact with you, but you can uncover all the secrets which was alot more depressing than you expected.

You’ve found out how your mother died recently after a drug overdose… She was found stiff and unresponsive in her motel and a foam seeping out her mouth, surprisingly everything was clean, no missing things or any sing of struggle.

It was ruled as a sucide, the media claimed it as ‘Woman killed herself after her daughter died of her neglection’ it was Ironic… You couldn’t help but stump your feet a little at that information, first your mother would never neglect you… and Second she was the best mother you could wish for.

You couldn’t bear the silence inside the room so you decided to go outside to check on a particular individual.

Dick Grayson.

He was sitting infront of your grave cleaning it with his bare hand, replacing the previous flowers with Rose’s. Since your relationship with him was on the edge when you died he doesn’t even know your particular taste in flowers , as a result he would pick out new flowers everyday and replace them each day.

Your ghostly figure sit next to his watching him clean your grave once again, atleast he was being productive. Some especially Tim was coping in an unhealthy way.

Locked himself and barely ate anything, everything reminded him of you… His favourite coffee was now leaving an extremely bitter taste on his tongue, it was only because he realised how involved you were in his life and how without you his daily routine weren’t the same.

Tim have also started to spiral into madness, doing research on you instead of his usual detective work. Who have hurt you and who have been nasty to you, he was willing to do anything but blame himself for your death or the family.

He’s been looking back at every video footage of you and him and storing it into new files each file were specifically made for each video.

“Im sorry little wing… I couldn’t find anything new today, so you’ll have to take this for today”

Grayson gently murmured as he pluck out the old Lily’s- old by one day - Wiping the vase carefully, holding as if it were the most fragile vase in the word.

“Life been abit hard… I know I shouldn’t burden you with my problem especially when… You never had them. But, Kory and I took a break…”

His voice was more high-pitched than normal… Yet he continues to look after your grave, dealing it with great tenderness.

His mind flashing back to everything he had done wrong, prioritising joker over you… He remembered how he left you inside a burning building and instead saved the joker, as a result you got a nasty burn mark on your left hand.

Although he doesn’t know who to blame you or the joker. Cause you’re a hero, he thought you could save yourself… It doesn’t matter that you were like what 7? Thought he did half heartily apologise after being lectured by Bruce.

“If you were back… Everything would be fine, im not blaming you of course… Just, I don’t know anything good from bad especially after you left us”

“I do not know what possess you to be so reckless… I can’t imagine what you must have felt but it’s selfish”

“If you were here, Kory and I would take you before any of those… people could. It’ll be just the three of us, I’ll be the one you will depend on… You won’t need to worry anymore, We’ll never let you get hurt. Never again”

Dick continues to pour his heart out and slowly he began to smile, his mood began to shift from gloomy to thrilled, suggesting places and activities as if you were still alive.

If anybody was to come across this interaction it’s either they’ll lable him as mentally challenged or is high on sadness that they ended up talking to a grave.

You stood up getting ready to walk away, it’s abit hard to pity them. They never acknowledged you when you were breathing and it’s messed up that they only care after realising their mistakes.

“…Huh?”

A mysterious man was standing infront of you, you wouldn’t be startled if he wasn’t staring right into your eyes. A white lantern…?

You know him only because of the file you would read when you were bored out of your mind. Bruce must have called him, afterall he was a very new and surprising face to see in Gotham.

“…Nice to meet you?”

After your short introduction and your very long introduction on why he must not interfere at all, because as much as it suck being a ghost being alive with your current family would be hell.

Thought he does not seem to value your opinion at all, directly telling Bruce about your presence.

“You can speak… she can hear you”

Deadman informed Bruce.

“I apologise for my negligence and your mother unexpected death. She was a great woman just like you… I don’t expect you to forgive so easily but, I want to see you smile again”

You didn’t utter a word. You wanted to comfort him yet it was hard pitting the same man who avoid your presence when you were alive.

“Can’t you bring her back…?”

“No, she’s too far gone”

Your corpse look fine from outside but your inside were rotting and molding. Bruce tried his best yo preserve your body but what’s gone is gone. All you want is for your body to rest.

“I refuse to believe. There must be a way for her to be back.”

“I have no saying in logic. But there are artifact’s that allows one to see ghost”

“I will do anything to see that smile again… I want to apologise to her face to face as well”

Your Father was one of the rare people in the family taking the responsibility in your death, this wasn’t the first time he utter an apology. He would slept in your bed missing you, crying or talking in his sleep apologising it seem as the guilt never stopped chasing him.

Though he was the same man who left you unattended during gala surrounded by random man while you were a child. The same one who lecture your brother for leaving you in a fire only because he would have to explain why the burnt mark was there and not because it was wrong.

It was only natural for guilt to cling onto him the longest, he already lost Jason. But you were different, Jason died while having a somewhat happy memories. You died with nothing but bitterness and salty tears.

As much as you would love to fulfill your father’s dream you couldn’t help but be uncomfortable.

You’ve overhead Bruce and Jason conversation once and you regretted it. Jason being the most experienced in dying suggested the worst thing possible.

A new bedroom, made just for your liking.

A dingy room with chains to restrain you. All the window must have bars, even if you somehow managed to broke the iron chain you wouldn’t be able to jump out and possibly risk breaking a bone.

“It’s a necessity, I went mad when I came back, what gives you the idea that she won’t be the same and in our case you’ll be her first victim”

Jason harshly spit out. You couldn’t help but disagree you wouldn’t dare to hurt your family, even if they have hurt you in unexplainable ways. Your heart still ache for them in vain.

“Even if she dare to break out I have another method, far more wise and useful but I rather we use it as a last resort”

The last resort was, smashing your ankle. It was simple and Jason already have experience to make sure you won’t be in more pain than necessary.

To put anything between your foot and for that object to be used as a support, tying the foot and arm’s to restrain you. With a hammer all they have to do was to smash the bone into pieces, you wouldn’t be able to walk at all but it was also necessary to treat the bone to avoid disability.

If the bone was to be left to heal by itself it would reconstruct themselves wrong leaving you to excruciating pain, not being able to depend on your foot and you might need to cut your foot off.

Another reason why you dread to be brought back, no amount of convincing or pleading would make them understand… They’ll break you and rebuild you as if that was nothing.

They can’t treat you like a daughter or a sister even tho they seem so willing… To you they only love you because of the guilt and not because they understand.

Damian was a reason itself, didn’t even let a single tear drop during your funeral and the visit at the hospital. He did cry in secret which was pleasant to watch.

He’s either beating people into pulp for the smallest crime or is actively trying to bring you back in another form. He have asked Raven to assist him but even the girl found it inhuman, suggesting for him to just mourn you and let your soul be in peace.

It was now noon the whole family jam inside the living room discussing.

“She can’t be brought back? Jason died, the Lazarus pit can and must brought her back”

Damian argued, as much as he doesn’t wanted to be emotional your absence was taking a toll on him.

You were the first to treat him like a human and he took that for granted. When he realised others weren’t as understanding as you were he would get bothered… As much as he hate you that was just the crust of his heart, to him the core matter more… It was totally not an excuse for his horrible behaviour.

“You haven’t tried that, father we must try before coming into conclusion!”

“I have tried Damian, nothing worked. Her body was rotting from the inside I was not aware”

Finally Barbara spoke up.

“You have tried? I have been visiting her grave everyday when did you di-”

“It was a decoy”

Jason decided to told the truth. The room felt into a long silence and suddenly shouting and names. They weren’t happy that Bruce didn’t tell them about the decoy, to them that was a breach of trust Bruce desperately tried to build after your death.

“Silence! There is another way we can see her, Deadman suggested using special artifact’s that allows people to see ghost… We will us that as a temporary comfort and we’ll find a way to bring her back… with us ”

Everybody agreed, unknowns to them you were contemplating life whether you should leave your family and risk the chance of being brought back to life against your will or… Leave.

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BATFAM X NEGLECTED READER.

IMP: Sucide, child neglection, torture.

You were an orphan adopted by a wealthy man who later turned out to be Batman, yes you were full of joy and excitement. Who wouldn’t be? To be apart of the Wayne family and to save people… That was every child dream.

They made you feel loved and wanted and you got addicted to that feeling… Because you’ve never felt so great before. You crave attention and validation, they’re the one who introduced you to that feeling in the first place.

But as time past so did their affection and attention. Their adoration began to fade slowly and you cling onto the feeling with all your might but that was not enough. Nothing was enough.

Damian got introduced to the family, a new image for the picture. He was rude and opposite of you yet everybody love him… And you began to fade into the background.

Everybody love Damian, it doesn’t matter if he was respectful or not… He didn’t have to try so hard to have the spotlight unlike you, he didn’t crave the light as much as you did but he still got it.

Your title of being Robin was rip from you.

It didn’t even take a year for you to be replaced.

You felt like a baby who was being taught to walk and the moment another baby comes they completely let go of your hand. It was cruel and painful, you weren’t ready to face the word yet.

You couldn’t do anything, they were your family by paper whether you liked it or not.

Here you were sitting on the edge of a building letting the rain soaked your entire body.

Today you had a big fight with Bruce. It was a nasty fight that ended in him slapping you across the face…

It started out simple, you were jealous- envious of Damian… Because everytime he did even something as simple as putting back a book your achievements get hidden away. Not to mention on how his grade were much better than yours when he didn’t even try.

You didn’t even sleep a wink and he still was ahead of you and worst of them all everyone saw you as a slacker… It was not fair, you spent hour’s and hours trying to be good at something but somebody in the family managed to be better.

You were tired of trying so you gave up, that day Damian was just straight up bullying you.

“You do realised blood like yours have no place in here? I suggest you take the easy way and leave… it’ll be the trash taking itself out ”

His word sting especially today… He did everything in his power to seperate you from the rest of the family and it was working.

Without any warning you threw a book at him and it hit him square in the face. It was a moment of anger you apologise profusely…

It’s just… Damian always picked on you, called you names, ruin your birthday and… He took everybody away from you… Today was just a bad day in general because you overheard Alfred talking to Bruce about you.

Calling you difficult and how he wondered how you became such failure compared to your oh so perfect siblings.

You’ve been weeping for hours you can’t stop yourself… It’s been so long, it’s been years. For year’s you have been logging for your family to love you, the same people who took you by choice.

It was unfair, they hook you up to make you feel like you matter in reality you never matter, you were just a substitute.

You’ve tried, you definitely did tried… Why would someone who doesn’t even want you in the first play choose you? Out of all the kid’s in the orphanage they took you, they knew the responsibility… They took you as an accessory not as a person.

“Dammit…” you curse under your breath, your entire body was trembling, breath hot and messy… You couldn’t stop the hiccup even when you cover your own mouth with your hands.

Every bad memories was surfacing, how everybody saw you as a spoiled child even tho they had it better than you could ever wish for. How everybody saw you as a headache.

You look pathetic, the same hero who saved people was now in need of help.

Before you could even finish crying you felt somebody hands on your body and before you could fight back a piece of febric was forcefully place on your nose. As you panicked you accidentally sniff the intoxicating smell.

It didn’t take long for your body to react and shut down, you stumble on the ground laying there, your eyes bagan to shut themselves and before you could utter a word you saw the chilling smile of Joker.

When you woke up you were tied up, an old television infront of you… And the haunting figure of the man who have done this.

“What do you want?” You asked without hesitation, ignoring the throbbing pain of your head.

“Oh, simple… Just enjoy the show”

With that said he turn on the television with a press as he walk behind you and stood there, he gently place his cold hand’s on your shoulder.

The video began to play, it was inside the manor during christmas… Everybody but you were present.

“As much as I like her… She’s too full of herself. Oh and don’t forget the ‘Barbara is this great?’ 'barbara can we please talk’ blah blah blah… it’s getting annoying- already is annoying”

“Oh definitely! She ruin the mood… That’s why we… the best members of the family do thing’s in secret”

“She asked me to kept this diary of her’s a secret and God she’s a crybaby… I’ve read the whole thing and I cannot stop laughing”

“Oh! C'mon this is a great tea! let’s read it!”

“Isn’t that invading her privacy?”

“… She’s not here”

With that they began to read your personal diary where you wrote down your whole feelings. Your heart ache as they began to laugh at every word, you’ve given that Diary to Dick because you trusted him the most…

Another tape began to play. It was the previous gala…

It started out normal until they began to mock you… A desperate girl who would do anything for validation.

Each tape was about your own family mocking and talking behind your back… Calling you a desperate baby and how you need to grow up.

You’ve been crying hysterically.

You’ve never done anything in your life to hurt them it was the complete opposite… you praise and complement them but they were so willing to use your name for entertainment.

It hurt that none of your supposed family even like you…

“Nobody… love me? Why?”

“It’s because you’re just not supposed to be loved” Joker replied still smiling.

“I tried so hard.. but nobody care about me… Im not even a person to them…”

“Im a good student, im polite… I should be loved! it’s unfair… I just wanted to be loved ”

Life was cruel, it will always be towards you. It took your parents and left you stranded, the system wasn’t great it took advantage of those who were vulnerable… Suddenly your life turned around to be loved and just to be betrayed by the same people who you called family.

“I deserve to be loved!… I just want my family to love me”

It was true you were just a baby at heart. You were impulsive and would jump at any opportunity to be acknowledged by your family…

Even Alfred doesn’t like you, he barely even pick you up from school, made food you do not like and lectured you if you don’t eat…Force eating was not fun.

Just like a baby you needed to be nurtured and cared for… Everybody got that except you.

Joker let you off free no torture atleast not physically.

“Dad… could we talk please?”

you asked outside the his office… You were desperately, your mind was being polluted and you need your father.

“Im busy”

Right, too busy saving everybody’s else and watching you rot…

“Please… I need you”

you plead, you didn’t want to face the truth… it scares you. Life was too hard on you.

“Im busy, go disturb Richard”

Disturb? right your whole existence was just to disturb everybody else from having a great time.

With that said you began to search for Richard…

Instead you bump into Jason his face was still plastered with the same old frown.

Jason used to adore you calling you his favourite infront of everybody else but now… He doesn’t even recognise you or he pretend not to.

“Jay… could you please listen to me, life is really hard and today I enco-”

“Listen up princess”

he began, looking down at your small frame.

“Life is hard, everybody had it hard… Not everything is about you and unlike you, we don’t bitch around… We deal with it”

Your hand’s began to tremble, he was suffocating and scary especially when he’s pissed off.

“We’re not spoiled like you. This is why the rest of the family Don’t like being around you… You always complain like a baby”

Before he could say more you left. You went straight to the library just to saw the rest cuddling together watching some movie.

“Excuse me?”

“Go away… we’re having a family moment”

Damian spoke, the couch was facing the other side of the wall and they didn’t even looked at you.

“Yeah… you’re ruining the mood here”

“Can you get some popcorn tho?”

Right to them you were just a baby… spoiled to the core nothing more.

Your mind was polluted and your heart was aching badly, the word joker told you began to surface.

You walked towards the open window, the wire of the lamp cling onto your ankle… Without a thought you leap.

If the word doesn’t want you why must you keep suffering?.

This is such a bad one im sorry.