- Your Gf Is Helping You With T !

Just binge read the Jack x Batsis series, I'm LOVING the dynamic. THEYRE SO CUTE AND THE WAY HE JUST COMPLIES WITH BATSIS IS SO ADORABLE. (Post some more things about them 😼😼)

⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Synopsis: don’t ignore him. He hates when you ignore him.

Genre: drabble/yanderish

Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin sister of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome. Yea the title is inspired by ICP. I love ICP.

Word count: 361

He would do anything for you. Anything. To capture your attention, he’ll beg, pleading as he gets down on his knees. His obsession for you has thrown him into a deep, relentless pit of longing.

Never would anyone in a million years expect that the son of Harley Quinn and the Joker would debase himself at the feet of the daughter of Bruce Wayne. Yet there he is, vulnerable, waiting for your gaze.

When you finally relent and give him the attention he craves, it’s as if he’s been given a lifeline. He drinks in every moment, nuzzling his head against your neck, intoxicated by the sweet perfume that clings to your skin. Your natural scent lingers in his mind, sewn into the fabric of his being.

Yes, he knows he’s crazy. You know it too. But if you tell him to sit, he will. If you ask him to be quiet, he will obey. You are his love, his one and only, and everything else fades away in your presence.

His blue eyes lock onto yours, dilating with intensity and obsession. The adoration radiates from him, mixed with an insatiable possessiveness. He’s never tired of you; every second without hearing your voice feels like an eternity. Your family can see the depths of his madness—he is completely yours.

He’s mentally unhinged, yes, but he’s not oblivious. He understands that this isn’t ‘true love’ in the conventional sense, yet he doesn’t care. This is his love. This is his way of confessing what you mean to him.

And no one can stop him. So please, don’t ignore him. It drives him to the brink, blurring the lines between reality and his fantasies. All he wants is for you to look at him, to acknowledge his existence. He desires you completely, and nothing less would satisfy him.

As he lays his head against your chest, staring up at you, you appear so natural, so breathtakingly beautiful. In that moment, he knows he has you—locked safely in his arms.

He wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world. So please, don’t ignore him. He simply wants to be with you, now and always.

hc! jackie has a crush on you and she doesn't hide it well.

jackie taylor x fem!reader

summary: jackie having a painfully obvious crush on you while you remain completely oblivious.

warnings: characters are aged up, oblivious reader, jackie being possessive, jealous, clingy and over-the-top affectionate, jackie being awkwardly sweet, jackie as the most dramatic lesbian alive, not proofread.

a.n: oh hi! its been a long time...

jackie taylor, the golden girl of wiskayok high, was not known for being subtle. like, at all.

when she developed a crush on you? game over. everyone could tell. the team knew. her parents probably knew. heck, even the cafeteria staff were rooting for her. everyone... except you.

she would insist on walking you to every single class, even if her next one was on the other side of the building. "it's fine, I need the cardio," she’d say, hair bouncing as she kept pace with you.

whenever you sat together at lunch, jackie always had some excuse to sit as close as humanly possible. your thighs would brush, and she’d casually drape an arm behind you on the bench like this was some romcom where she was the suave lead.

her attempts at giving you compliments were both endearing and slightly chaotic. “that shirt looks really good on you! not that it wouldn’t look good off— wait, no, not like that!” cue her face turning an alarming shade of red as she stammered, completely flustered.

jackie was all about grand gestures. she'd bring you your favorite snacks without asking, even if it meant "borrowing" them from her teammates' lockers. r she'd "accidentally" sign you up as her partner for every school project ever. that was probably just her 'marking territory'.

her jealousy was comically bad. if someone so much as looked at you for longer than five seconds, jackie would swoop in like a hawk, throwing an arm around your shoulders and flashing her biggest, most obviously fake smile. "Oh hey, let’s go! you promised to help me with... uh, math homework!” (she had a solid A in math, by the way. that girl is smart.)

sometimes, her crush got the better of her, and she’d trip over her own words. “so... you wanna make out? i mean go out— I mean, hang out? like friends! or more than friends! or—" you’d just laugh it off, assuming she was being her usual goofy self, while she tried not to combust on the spot.

her teammates would not let her hear the end of it. “just tell her already!” van would groan during practice. “she’s not that clueless.” jackie would shoot them a death glare because, in her mind, this was a delicate, slow-burn process. it's all about romance!

she wasn’t above using petnames to test the waters. “hey, sweetheart, pass me that notebook?” she’d grin when you handed it over, your only response being a confused, “uh, sure?” her heart would leap even at that small acknowledgment.

one time, during a party, someone asked if you two were dating. jackie nearly choked on her drink while you laughed and said, “no way, we’re just friends!” jackie’s forced laugh after that? absolutely tragic.

despite all her awkwardness and dramatic flair, jackie genuinely adored you. she’d memorize all your quirks, from the way you scrunched your nose when you were deep in thought to how your laugh sounded when you found something genuinely funny.

if anyone asked her why she liked you so much, she’d have an entire list ready: you were smart, kind, gorgeous, and somehow still completely oblivious to the fact that she was hopelessly in love with you.

spoiler alert: eventually, her feelings would spill out in the most unplanned, dramatic way possible. probably during an argument where she’d blurt out, “because I like you, okay?!” only to immediately cover her mouth in horror.

and even though you’d be stunned into silence for a moment, when you finally smiled and said, “you should’ve just said so sooner,” all her embarrassment would melt away in an instant.

because, honestly? it was all worth it for you.

post planecrash!

after the crash, jackie’s crush intensifies tenfold. with no distractions like school or soccer, all her attention is on you, which becomes very obvious to everyone.

jackie insists on sticking close to you at all times. “we need to stay in pairs, it’s safer that way,” she’d argue, even though it’s clear she just wants to keep you within arm’s reach.

she’d hoard little things she finds that might make your life easier, like an extra blanket or berries she foraged. she’d always frame it like it’s no big deal: “i just thought you’d want this, that’s all.”

jealous jackie? oh, it’s dialed up to 100. if someone else offers to help you with something, jackie will immediately swoop in. “she doesn’t need your help, i’ve got it covered.” even though she could barely lift a bucket of water.

arguments would break out among the group about leadership and survival, but jackie’s main concern? you. she’d constantly check in on you, asking if you’re warm enough, if you’ve eaten, or if you’re scared.

shauna would initially try to protect jackie’s secret, but even she’d get tired of the whole thing. “jackie, just tell her. you’re already risking frostbite just to sit next to her by the fire.”

during the long, cold nights, jackie would find excuses to be near you. “body heat is the best way to stay warm,” she’d say, but the blush on her cheeks would give her away. that damn fag. (affectionate :D)

if you ever got hurt or sick, jackie would lose her mind. she’d hover over you like a worried mother hen, snapping at anyone who wasn’t taking your condition seriously enough. “she needs rest! and better food! and-” you’d have to calm her down before she worked herself into a frenzy.

and even though the wilderness is brutal and unforgiving, in that moment, her confession would feel like the warmest thing in the world.

Batfam x Neglected Tomie Reader

English version

In the Wayne Manor, there was a room without history. It had a small window, a neatly made bed, and a mirror without fingerprints. And in that room lived her.

She didn’t have a cape.

She didn’t have gadgets.

She didn’t have battle scars or soul wounds that others could see as worthy. She only had a face.

And in that house of masks, that meant nothing.

Since she was little, she learned not to make noise. When she walked through the carpeted hallways, she tiptoed, as if the echo of her steps were a crime.

When she spoke, she did it in a soft voice, afraid of interrupting the conversations between the heroes. When she laughed... she stopped. No one laughed with her.

She didn’t belong to the "team." She didn’t have official training. She wasn’t Nightwing, Red Hood, Robin, or the new girl from the orphanage with a perfect memory. She was just the daughter. The mistake. The useless shadow.

Her mother had died giving birth to her. Bruce raised her out of duty. Alfred was polite but distant. And the rest... simply didn’t see her.

"Since when has she been here?" Tim once asked aloud, not realizing she was right behind him.

Jason mocked, "She's always been here. She's like a nice piece of furniture.Looks good, but isn't useful for fighting."

And they all laughed.

She didn’t.

She just looked at her hands, delicate and soft, then lowered her head.

Bruce never trained her. He said he didn’t want to "put her in danger," but everyone knew he didn’t trust her strength. He didn’t consider her useful. He taught her to keep silent. To observe. To read books instead of reading bodies in combat. And she did. She learned to see without being seen. To understand without asking. To lock everything she felt in a corner of her chest where no one could enter.

But there was one thing she inherited: the gaze. That deep and sharp look. The one that made the guilty tremble. Hers was different, yes. Softer. More beautiful. But just as hypnotic. And no one in the house dared to hold it for too long.

---

One day, she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was fourteen years old.

She had the darkest eyes in Gotham.

She had lips as soft as silk.

She had skin that seemed sculpted. And she felt nothing. "What’s the point of being beautiful if no one sees you?"

Someone knocked on the door. It was Damian.

—Move, useless. Some of us have things to do.

She didn’t answer. She just lowered her gaze. But that night, she broke the mirror with her fist. She didn’t cry. She just bled.

---

Time passed. She turned fifteen. Then sixteen. She knew no one would go to her room on her birthday. She knew no one would say "I’m proud of you." She knew that, to them, she was a mistake without scars. So, she left.

She didn’t scream.

She didn’t leave a note.

She didn’t seek drama.

She simply made the bed.Closed the door. And disappeared.

Bruce didn’t search for her. "If she wants to come back, she will," he said coldly. And the rest continued with their missions.

No one imagined she would find another way to exist.

And to shine.

---

First came the photos. Self-portraits on lonely streets. Her face surrounded by shadows. Her silhouette reflected in puddles. Her lips slightly parted as if whispering secrets. Someone found them. Shared them. And the world… listened.

“They call her the Marble Girl.”

They said she had an impossible face. Too symmetrical. Too pure.

But what attracted them the most wasn’t her beauty. It was what she hid.

A silent sadness.

A threat without violence.

A sweetness that was poisonous.

---

At seventeen, she was in Paris.

She signed contracts without giving her real name. She modeled without saying a word. And every time the camera focused on her, the world stopped. Not because she smiled.

But because it seemed she didn’t need to.

She denied it.

And that... drove them crazy.

---

She lived alone. In a small glass apartment with black curtains.

She slept little. Dreamed a lot. And never looked back at Gotham.

She never mentioned her family. Not because she hated them. But because... they no longer existed for her.

They had died the day they forgot her.And she... had been reborn.

---

One night, an artist asked to paint her face.

—You have something tragic about you —the woman said, as she traced her jawline—. Like a broken virgin. Or a sad goddess.

She just smiled, without answering. And when the painting was displayed, people cried in front of the canvas. They didn’t know why.

It just... hurt.

---

At eighteen, the world already knew her. Magazines. Art videos. Red carpets.

But never interviews.

Never words.Only that presence. Mysterious. Distant. Unreachable.

And then... Bruce saw her.

---

He was working in the Batcave when her image appeared on the screen. An irrelevant article. A gossip piece.

But there she was. Sitting in a velvet chair. Dressed in black. Surrounded by photographers. And smiling. That smile. Calm. Unbreakable.

Free. Bruce blinked.

—It can’t be… Dick looked down.

Jason clenched his fists.

Tim swallowed hard.

Damian, for the first time, said nothing.

Because they all remembered her. And she didn’t remember them.

—Why didn’t she come back? Dick murmured.

Jason clenched his fists. —Because we didn’t make her feel part of this.

Damian whispered: —She seems happy.

Bruce didn’t answer. He just looked at the screen. And inside, something broke.

It wasn’t guilt.

It wasn’t love.

It was fear.

Because she didn’t need them. And that... was unforgivable.

domestic travlottienat x reader thoughts | 🫀🦌🚬

note: please don’t kill me for this it was for an irl friend 😭 which is also why reader is so specific lol…i figured i might as well post this just without their name….please do not murder me

- dating travlottienat for a while and the four of you decide to get an apartment together!

- lottie probably commissions a huge bed be made for all four of you to sleep in together, but….travis snores horribly and lottie talks in her sleep; they’re also both deep sleepers, so waking them up is hard !!

- it’s two bedrooms; you and lottie have a more similar decoration style so you decorate one and nat and travis decorate the other, despite the fact that you and nat share most of the time!!

- the apartment is a beautiful chaotic mess of all four of you guys’ aesthetics and i think that’s beautiful

- nat and travis do most of the cooking, with travis taking the lead a lot of the time

- travis 100% helped his mom cook when he was younger

- nat can make a few dishes from her childhood but that’s about it

- lottie can’t cook for SHIT she’s been banned from the kitchen

- if nat is cooking dinner lottie 100% blasts italian cooking music to annoy her

- lottie loves burning incense but knows you can’t handle the strong scents so she sticks with candles!!

- travis & lottie put everything on tall shelves so you and nat have to ask for help….losers

- you and nat steal all of travis and lottie’s sweaters; you like the oversized feeling and smelling their perfume/cologne!!

- travis grows his hair out and lets you and lottie braid or style it !!

- lottie writes cute reminder notes and sticks them to the bathroom mirror, the fridge, anything really!

- nat loves picking horror movies for movie night

- having late night talks and smoking cigarettes….deep thoughts and professions of love :((

- they are all so in love with you!!!!!

wilderness baby surviving somehow and nat getting the WORST baby fever watching you take care of him. you’re bouncing him as shauna carves up the deer nat brought back that day, babbling back to him and hes giggling bc yes!! this lady is speaking my language!! and nat is just like huh….maybe i Do want that someday. only with you, of course.

ohh the nat baby saga continues

you're always saying you just wanna be helpful to shauna but ohhh it is so obvious you love spending time around the baby!! whenever shauna can't put him down and he's crying she so relies on you to handle it and best believe you are MORE then happy to do it!!

and natalie is always in the shadow, watching you with heart eyes while you're playing peekabo with the little one

reader who like akilah who is the designated animal caregiver, is the baby's caregiver which also makes shauna be softer around nat

and nat is just SALIVATING all the time

"Hey babe." She says, approaching the two of you "Oh hi! C'mon dear, say hi to mama Nat." You joke, praying that Shauna didn't hear you, little did you know of the effect it had on Natalie "You two having fun?" She asks with the stupidest lovesick smile on her face - to which you nod, rocking the kid In this moment, the girl above you decided that her sole purpose was to get the fuck out of here and spend her settlement money on IVF

I'mma be so real, I could not find if you were open to asks or not as well as find ur guidelines to asks. So feel free to ignore this ❤❤

also spoilers?? And warning on cannibalism and such, it's yellowjackets (if you haven't see the show I recommend it.)

Anyways Batman x neglected yellowjackets! reader

Could be yandere if you see fit

Just imagine the angst!!!!

The way they probably wouldn't have e realized the reader was gone in the wilderness (let's just say she stopped bothering on telling ANYONE anything and disappears for a long time and randomly appears back ig, idk whatever you think would be best) for 19 months we can also say they didn't notice any of the papers cause they're more focused on the villains and crimes in Gotham then some plane crash ig??

Anyways she comes back and immediately has to go back into society after everything

She killed and ate her friends for survival and probably went insane with them, and now she has to act she didn't do that and she's fine??

The batfam notices her slowly, with how different she acts. Like a feral animal trying to act domesticated. Her hunger something she could no longer satisfy, always so hungry. How she's always guarded, always watching, almost searching. Ready to bite and claw, ready to kill, to satisfy that sickening feeling of hunger that only the wilderness could give. They wondered what happened, perhaps they find out. Are they haunted like her?

Resentment is held on her wild eyes, so full of fear and hate. A biting thought stuck in her head that they could've saved them if they cared just a tiny bit. That Batman could have prevented all the deaths, all the meat- flesh she ate in desperation.

Now all she has is the fragments of her old self when she enters her room. Her bloodstain hands taunting her, the wilderness whispering in her mind.

She knows that just because her and the rest of the survivors were physically there, in Gotham safe as they could be, that they never actually left the wilderness. They were stuck there with the dead, stuck in the bowels and stomach of the wilderness.

I LOVE EGETTING ASKSKKSKSS

omg anon u should become a writer and make this story this is acfuallt so good

i need fo watch yellowjackets ive seen rhat one trend with the snow and the bestfriend died or smth cause of an argument

BIT THIS IDEA IS SO GOOD i might write it if i ever watch yellowjackets

Not 5 minutes ago I was going to bed to sleep and I had another idea, (Our reader is a lesbian woman )Like they are fucking absent And one day they are at a dinner (she was forced to go) and they introduce a woman to her. and the main character kept talking about a woman (I'm going to put a name but you can change it)

Woman: "You're pretty cool, but tell me...who is Raven?"

Reader: "she ia my wife."

Batfamily:"..."

Woman:"..."

Reader:"..."

Woman: "anyways, I-"

Batfamily:"What do you mean you're married?"

Reader: "Well... sorry? But like, it's been 7 years? We even adopted a girl! Clarisse! Like, you've seen her SO MANY times. "

It was supposed to be a quiet night in. Just you, Raven, and Clarisse. Maybe some takeout and that cheesy cooking show Raven hates but watches with you anyway because she likes the way you smile when the chefs mess up.

But instead—you were here. Sitting stiffly at Wayne Manor’s painfully long dining table, in a dress you didn’t pick, surrounded by people who were supposed to be family, but felt more like strangers who used to know you.

Bruce cleared his throat, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“This is Juliana. She’s—uh—friends with Barbara.”

Tall. Gorgeous. Polished. Juliana smiled at you kindly, taking the seat beside you. Her perfume was too floral. She had perfect posture. She probably knew exactly which wine paired with which meal. She looked like everything the Batfamily would approve of.

Too bad they were about seven years late.

“So,” Juliana started, trying to break the awkward tension. “You’re pretty cool, but tell me... who is Raven?”

You blinked.

“My wife,” you said simply.

...

Juliana paused, eyebrows lifting. “Oh.”

Silence.

You could hear Bruce blink. The fork in Jason’s hand clinked against his plate. Tim straightened up like he just got smacked by the Oracle. Damian was squinting at you like you’d just spoken in tongues.

“What do you mean you're married?” Barbara asked, voice sharp.

You took a slow sip of your drink. “Well... sorry? But like, it's been seven years? We even adopted a girl—Clarisse. Like, you’ve seen her SO many times.”

Dick looked like his brain crashed. “That little girl… at the gala?”

“Yes. That was my daughter. You guys said she had your eyes.”

Juliana glanced around. “Sooo... anyway, I—”

“You're married?!”

“Yes,” you said again, coolly. “To a woman. Her name is Raven. You know, violet hair, gorgeous, sharp sarcasm, magical abilities that could destroy dimensions—ringing any bells?”

Bruce's knuckles were white on the tablecloth.

Tim muttered, “You said you were busy those years. You never mentioned—”

“I did,” you cut in, voice smooth but icy. “You just didn’t listen.”

The silence was heavier now. No one could look you in the eye.

And for once? That felt like justice.

Setting: Stark Tower. Stark Lab. 3:45 PM.

Security Alert:

⚠️ UNIDENTIFIED LIFEFORM HAS BREACHED TONY STARK'S PRIVATE LAB. WARNING: EXTREME LEVELS OF CUTE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

Tony (spinning in chair): Probably Bruce Banner bringing another radioactive cactus or somethin'—

FRIDAY: “Sir, she’s about three feet tall, chewing your arc reactor prototype, and has hair clips shaped like bats.”

Tony (freezes): …Oh no.

Cut to: Toddler!Reader in her glitter boots, oversized bat hoodie dragging behind her like a cape, smudged jelly on her face, holding Tony’s repulsor glove like a juice pouch.

Reader: This button go pew pew, yes?

Tony (immediately melting): Oh my GOD. I am adopting this child. BRUCE. BRUCE, SHE'S PERFECT.



Tony (to Bruce): She’s 3. She hacked my suit, bonded with Thor's hammer, and renamed my AI “Sparkle Jarvis.” Bruce: You know what this means, right? Tony: …Yeah. Both: She’s the new team leader now.



🔔 Meanwhile… at the Batcave 🔔

Bruce (staring at empty crib): …She’s gone.

Dick (checking monitors): Last ping was in New York… wait. Is that Stark Tower??

Jason (loading guns): Alright boys, we ride at dawn.

Tim (cracking knuckles): She hacked a plane, didn’t she?

Damian (sharpening a batarang): Toddler or not, she’s a Wayne. Of course she did.





🧃Back at Stark Tower…

Reader (curled in Tony’s lap): Can I haf dis shiny room, Mistah Iron?

Tony (already installing a mini juice bar): You want it? Done. It’s yours. I’ll throw in a hoverboard and a baby suit.

Steve (muttering): We’re just letting toddlers own rooms now?

Natasha (watching her draw on Tony’s screens with markers): I’m not stopping her.





Cue the Batfam busting into the lab like SWAT with daddy issues.

Bruce (panting): HAND. HER. OVER.

Tony (shielding Reader with a lab coat): She’s drawing me with a crown and lasers. You can’t take this away from me.

Jason: She already has a family!

Tony: Yeah well she’s clearly the smartest Wayne and deserves joint custody!

Damian: I WILL END YOU, STARK.

Reader (waves from behind a pile of bubble wrap): Hi Batboys :D I made a spidah with wires!

Peter Parker (swinging down): I helped! She said I’m her favorite bug!

All Batboys simultaneously: betrayed





✨ BONUS ✨

Bruce (dead serious): Name your price, Stark.

Tony: She said I was her hero.

Bruce (flinches): …She’s three. She lies.

Tony: She meant it.

Toddler!Reader (yawns): Can I go nap now?

Clint: We have a nap pod!

Dick: WE HAVE A BAT-BED!

Sam: We have waffles??

Reader (gasps): …I stay wif da waffles.

Keep reading

✨ BONUS ✨

Thor (appears out of nowhere, kneels in front of her): Little one. Will you accept Mjölnir as your teething ring?

Reader: Only if it pink.

Mjölnir: literally glows pink

Everyone: 😳

Tony (to Bruce): She’s 3. She hacked my suit, bonded with Thor's hammer, and renamed my AI “Sparkle Jarvis.” Bruce: You know what this means, right? Tony: …Yeah. Both: She’s the new team leader now.

A/N: I need therapy...

YANDERE BATFAM × NEGLECTED READER!

- Hush now crybaby.

\\Part 1// \\ Part 2//

SYPNOSIS: After your death nothing felt the same.

Warning: Gore, death, violence, blood.

Everything happened in a flash, you couldn't even remembered what had hit you so hard to make your entire body run this high on adrenaline. You could feel your every pulse and the pounding on your head makes it hard to think properly.

When the clouds in your head finally clears you finally opened your eye's and looked down at your feet, your lifeless body laying on the ground.

Blood was profusely seeping out from the bash you received after the impact of the car... The car had hit you so hard that you flew and unfortunately your head landed on a fire hydrant.

The impact was so powerful that it left an open wound on your head... Everybody stopped to tape the situation not a single soul decided to even checked if you were still breathing.

You watched as the ambulance took your cold body. You watched as the medical staff's tried their best to wake you up. You watched as your own blood father hang up the call from just hearing your name, not even inquiring them further- He acted like your name was some curse.

You sit there by your body side, holding your own hands. Taking the little nursery book by the side table you began to read, you felt a little comfort but you can't complaint even a little was better than nothing.

The heart monitor began to beep indicating that you were no longer breathing. Staffs runs in trying to bring back your heart beat yet nothing worked you died that day.

You died because none of your guardians wanted to be involved with you... The hospital needed them to agree to a surgery yet since nobody or even if they picked up they just hang up without listening further.

You stood outside the morgue waiting patiently for your family to retrieve your body. You've been standing there for hour's, for someone who doesn't have a heart anymore it ache alot.

When your family finally arrived they were shocked, Damian was abit caught off guard, Bruce with the same face just more disappointed, Dick in tears, Tim was too sleepy to even react much... Jason was not present.

Barbara and Stephanie were crying holding your tiny cold hand's in theirs apologising, Duke was distraught and Cass you could tell she was uncomfortable.

Even during your funeral you stood beside your physical body, stroking your cheek and wishing yourself well. The funeral was small just the batfamily, your body was buried near the manor with high security.

Even your own mother didn't attend your funeral which made you frown which wasn't even your intention, your intention was to cry but not a single drop of tears could even fall.

Fortunately your mother did came but weeks after your funeral burst inside the manor and attack yout father. She was a mess, her mascara was ruined from the tears that won't stop flowing, her hair was extremely mess which was new. Your mother was a fashionable woman and seeing her this wild made you sad.

"You Piece Of Shit! OUR daughter died! How could you not inform me my babygirl is dead! I wanted to see her- To say goodbye!" Your mother yelled as she slap Bruce across his face. Bruce stays silent enduring the pain she was conflicting upon him.

"I left her with you so she could have something! How could You! She was so happy to have a father yet you let her chase your love and affection?! Even if you couldn't see her as your daughter why not call me??! I would have taken her with me!"

"...She was my world Bruce! My daughter... My baby... Now I can't even say goodbye. Im terrible, I should have been there..."

Your mother's grip on Bruce loosen as she fell onto the floor, sobbing into her hand's.

You slowly walk towards your mother, you wished you could have hug her in that moment for her to feel the warmth but you were cold.. Freezing, you don't think she would be comfortable.

Instead of hugging her you sit beside her holding her right hand, as you lean onto her...

"Im sorry mom, forgive me it's not father's fault... I was being emotional and being emotional makes me stupid...Maybe this is why nobody love's me"

Ever since that day Bruce became worst. You were haunting the manor watching as everybody tried to cope with your death.

You felt abit happy to be death, afterall you felt as your family finally noticed you. And all it took for them to love you was for you to die!

But it was tragic to watch your allready insane family become... This.

Dick was now sleeping on your bed every night, even when others tried to interfere he didn't budge. Holding onto the dress you wore that day and mumbling on and on about how he would take you to the park if you just come back.

Jason was also affected as much as it shocked, he was smoking more and barely even coming to the manor inorder to avoid anything that reminded of you.

Tim health was getting worst, he didn't even have the heart to look into any case at times and would just stare at blankly talking to himself and imagining that you were there.

Damian didn't show any weakness to anyone else he didn't show that he was greatly grieving. Nobody had a clue that he was trying to bring your soul inside your favourite doll. He would talk to himself which was alot tame than Tim but he was indeed speaking about how he will force your soul inside the doll just so everything could went back to normal.

Barbara was neglecting her job as Oracle. She doesn't have the energy to do anything, without your presence everything felt dead to her and if everything is dead what's the point of trying to salvage it.

Duke was taking it very well, talking about his feelings and making sure to clean your grave everyone Saturday, replacing the flower as much as he could... He was obsessed with your grave. At times he would sit there for hours just staring at it...

Stephanie wasn't as cheery as she was and even when she genuinely smiled it faid quickly... She kept getting nightmares of your body inside that morgue as a result she can't deal with crime including death in it. She gets reminded of you and when that happened she went into panick mode.

Cass on the other hand tried her best to move on unlike the others. But sometimes you would watch her as she entered your room and leaving quickly, it was as if she was trying to imagine you inside your room solely.

Bruce took it the worst, he would take his pent up guilt and anger out on any criminal, he even broke a couple bone of a guy who just rob a store with a knife. It was as if he was ignoring his own and the most important rule.

Silently blaming himself. He thought that Jason death would be the end of death in the family but that wasn't the case.

Alfred was heavily affected as well. He knew he was also in the wrong for favouring your other siblings while trying his best to avoid you during your time on Earth as a human. He would bake your favourite food and left it at your grave.

Alfred also had to stop the family from bringing your rotting corpse and dipping it into thr Lazarus pit. He knew you wouldn't like the idea of being brought back plus your body was too old to be able to be put together again.

Crime rate was raising because none of the family members were willing to talk about your death and keeping to themselves only. You could only watch as sigh as they tried to bring you back to life over and over.

The body inside the casket which was buried sixth feet underground was a simple decoy.

Your corpse have been rotting slowly inside a special room, where Bruce tried to bring you back somehow. You couldn't help but get teary just by looking at your corpse.

It was skinny and extremely pale... The stretch was horrible... Your body was clearly rotting away. It was not fun witnessing your organ being taken from your body just so your suddenly crazy/obessed father could bring you back.

When you ship a guy and a girl: "Eww. Why can't a guy and a girl be friends? They are besties, they are are like siblings."

When you ship a two dudes/chicks that have a close friendship and are like siblings or hate each other: "Yassss! The gays!"