If You Want To Read It Then Just Search The Creator.. "witherby"

Same dude! I always wonder to myself how I even got this far.. I think back to all that I've learned in school and not one lesson did get stuck in my head.. Like, how do my classmates remember the lessons they've learned as a child or past lessons?! (I have the memory of a goldfish and the attention span of a child)

BRO SAME MY MEMORY SO POOR BYE - like I used to feel so dumb watching other kids get As and stuff and thinking damn I'm stupid and like somehow I'm in Uni like bro HOW

Have you read the batfam x invincible or the batfam x pjo crossover type of neglected reader?

-👻anon

Never have but pls Tag me in it - I think it's quiet interesting . I've read pjo x batfam and invisible reader x batfam crossovers but never all 3 together.

Though it's got me thinking - I wanna make a fic with like a hades reader x neglectful batfam - like reader is a cursed like they can't touch anyone because she can literally see their soul or smth or the sort like that and it's very scary especially since reader is young and doesn't understand anything and batfam being neglectful of her ain't realky helpful. That's all I got for the moment - it's just an idea I'm not sure if anyone is interested in it so 👩‍🦯👩‍🦯

Yandere Platonic Batfam x Neglected Reader pt.4

> au where reader is neglected but like they don't really care ? Like, yeah, it sucks that their own adopted family don't really care about them, but like they make their own life and are happy? Basically, the reader is just a chill guy man.

- approximately eight days pass and nothing particular has happen and reader's life has basically went back to the norm . They come home , eat , workout , study cases , answer emails , scroll on tiktok and go to sleep.

- flash forward to now , reader is in a famous Cafe in Gotham being interviewed by none other than Clark Kent . Clark sits in front of them notepad in hand and he eagerly takes down what ypur saying.

- " So (reader's name ) please tell us all how did you become America's number one attorney so fast ?". Clark asks - eyes gleaming since its not everyday you can get scoop with the infamous reader !.

- reader flashes him a smile. " well Kent I'll be honest - ever since I was young I'd always loved solving puzzles and gradually when I got older I really liked Harvey Specter so I was like hey why not be like him ?"

- Clark laughs as he eagerly writes your answer . The cafe door opens with a giggle and you watch Clark in front of you froze. Curious you turned around to see Bruce fucking Wayne walk in with Damian behind him.

- You immediate scowl - because seriously do they not get the hint that you want nothing to do with them ? Like they left you by yourself for thirteen years and you were doing fine hell you didn't even care- so why now ?

- Bruce and his little copy eagerly walk up to Clark and your's table , pulling chairs from a nearby guest table and sat right next to you .and boy were you pissed because WHY YOU ???.

- " Mr.Wayne honor to meet you and uhhhhh Mr.Al Ghul ?" Clark greets. Damian just scowls at the man but Bruce gives him a nod, " Afternoon Clark I hope you do not mind that my son and I want to join in on ( reader's name ) interview since you know I love to support all my children " .

- Clark gives him a quizzical look but smiles anyways , " Oh no worries but can you please elaborate on how reader's relation to you " . Your swallow whatever rage bubbles in you as you gave Kent a tight lip response of " Mr.Kent I am not related to any Wayne's of any sort there must be some sort of mistake-" until you got abruptly cut off by Damian - which by the way pissed you off so much because why does this little shit have to be everywhere-

-" What ( reader's last name) was trying to say was that they were adopted by my father on the lovely day of Christmas - truly a Christmas miracle since they're the miracle in this family " He says proudly and reader's eyes were just blown open.

- Because first of all her parents got put in jail in May or something , meaning she woulf of been put in their care by like early June and quite as frank no one in that household even celebrated Christmas because they had 'work' *cough* vigilante stuff - not like they cared anyways because they were too busy studying for the board exams .

- " Thats a whole lot of bullshit-" you mumble out as you glared at the little twerp who flashed you a smirk - like who does he think he is ???? You hold yourself back from punching him as you remind yourself that the fine to child endangerment was $200k and frankly you rather spend that on a much needed vacation.

- Clark just nods along and writes down everything ," So Mr.Wayne it's safe to assume that you are very proud of ( reader's name ) and how far they've come !" . Bruce gives him a smile - a smile that makes you feel so disgusted because this man is so sad and delusional .

- " I am very proud of them , I mean they went to Harvard Law !! And they have their own Law firm who wouldn't be proud of them " he boasted and you had to physically hold yourself back because he makes it sound like he was there for you when he wasn't like sir this isn't those slytherin x y/n inserts get your shit together.

- " Mr.Kent thank you for having me but we will have to reschedule " you excused yourself as you got up from your seat and made way to the door before you can hear any response . You were so damn pissed off because seriously - it's weird that they're trying to insert themselves back in your life .

- You were half way out the door when you were tackled to the floor . " (Reader's name ) NUH UH YOU AIN'T ALLOWED TO LEAVE !!" shouted Damian as he held you down to the floor. You flail around helplessly and try to get up only to be pushed down like wtf are they feeding this kid -

- suddenly you feel his weight leave your back and you got up ready to break it when your suddenly scooped into Bruce's hands like your a little baby . The man proceeds to kiss you on your forehead and nuzzle into your cheek all while your trying to get out of his tight grip.

- " It's okay precious girl/boy daddy's got you " He whispers as he walks you to his limbo . You immediately panic . NOT AGAIN . You desperately try to get out but it's too late as Bruce enters his limbo , Damian trailing close behind as he shuts in the door .

- You look around frantically and saw Alfred in the driver seat . " Alfred please help me !! " you plead with him and Alfred just shakes his head . " Mr./Mrs. I believe you have strayed too far from home it's time to go back " . You watch in utter horror and disbelief as he starts the vehicle and drives away .

- " Rest now little one your dad is here for you now " Bruce says before he kisses you forehead and that's when everything goes black for you .

BAHAHAHAAHAHA LMAO

ty for the repost 💖

Am I Enough ?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SALVATORE

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-> tim drake blurb 🍵

-> tim drake has a crush on his favorite barista

life is forever busy for Tim , constantly juggling his ever pressing responsibilities of being Red Robin , school , completing cases for Bruce and helping run Wayne Enterprises- honestly his time for himself is so slim he often finds himself neglecting himself.

he's so accustomed to catering to everyone that when it comes to himself, he honestly doesn't know what to do - like does he take a nap and run the possibility that something happens when everyone needs himmost or does he skip on patrol tonight to watch that one series he's been wanting to for a while but then someone get's hurt covering for him?

overthinking about the endless possibilities makes him dizzy . he loves everyone too much to burden them with that even though Jason and Damian pisses him off to the point where he holds them all too dear . though no matter how busy his ever hectic schedule is he always makes time for coffee- always.

he doesn't care nor mind how clichè it is, but nothing beats the feeling of sipping a warm lattè on a cool evening or the smell of cinnamon and spice that seems to float around in the air everytime you open the doors to a cafè. there is no recreating that feeling of peace when you sit down and just watch the world move along and have that sense of peace .

today there was a new cafè opened not too far from his school and tim has to try it out . His mouth has been salvating since yesterday when he heard rumors of matcha roll cake with vanilla whipped cream in their menu . even now, his mouth is foaming as he approaches the small little shop tucked away between hustling apartments and shopping complexes.

tim pushes open the glass pane doors of the cafè and his nose is immediately hit with the scent of cinnamon and freshly brewed coffee. wooden tables with dainty matching wooden chairs were spread out , a few latterns adorned the ceiling , giving the atmosphere a warm glow .

a huge wall was adorned with jars of presumably different coffees with country flags next to them , another adorned with welcoming and menu posters while others were filled with shrubbery.

it was so peaceful . Tom seated himself on a seat near a window and took it upon himself to scan through the menu . he was so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed the pretty barista that came to his table .

"Good afternoon sir what can I get you ?"came a sweet yet gentle voice . Tim looked up from his menu towards the sound of the voice, and his eyes widened - in front of him was probably the most ethereal being and they were talking to him .

" Oh uhm - I would like a uhhhh chocolate lattè with a matcha roll cake, please," he called out his order , careful not to embarrass himself in front of this beautiful being . They gave him a small smile , " Alright I will get your order out in the next five minutes sir " .

Tim watched in pure awe as they walked away behind the counter and began watching them make his order . His faze fully fixated on the way their delicate hands maneuver around the coffee machine and they way they appear so elegant as they do the most basic tasks .

it wasn't before long they brought him his order and lord was tim red and shy . he politely thanked them, and they, in return, had to flash him their angelic smile, and he swore at that moment he felt like he was in heaven .

tim digged into his roll cake - the food practically melting so perfectly with his taste buds . tim takes a sip of his coffee as he peaks at them from the corner of his eye - god why are they so - so perfect ?

that day forward, cafès didn't only offer him peace of mind for him, but they also offered him a chance to be so close to them . of someone where to ask him right now if he had a crush, he'd immediately deny it, but anyone can tell by the way his cheeks redden and the fact he now literally visits this cafè every day that he is definitely helplessly crushing on his favorite barista.

Lone Warrior Pt.3

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

enjoy !!

part 1 , part 2

Gotham City , North , Mercey Island , Arkham Asylum. , Year 2014

Arkham Asylum stands alone on a hill , the sky above it was a perment drab of grey that looks too similar to the flickering static screen of an old television. The trees surrounding the island were scarce and bare - it's bark a dead charcoal black - it's inhabitants long gone.

The asylum looms too tall - like an angry adult looming over a child ready to punish them . Young Y/N steadily walks through the rusting iron gates - the old thing practically already fell off its hinges years ago . Y/N stumbles along the muddy track , her beat-up converse drags the brown mush along with her every step , cementing her footsteps in their wake.

Y/N feels a shiver crawl up her spine as she observes the flesh orange paint practically peels off the building like a fresh wound , it does nothing but reveal the building weak infrastructure. Y/N eyes drifted up to the windows that were way above her, all were barcaded in thick iron bars . Some windows had absolutely no light , some had, but most were flickering on and off.

Y/N's hands hesitantly outstretched and knocked on the bolted up iron door - she stood there for a while - a long while, but her mother always taught her to be patient, so she continued waiting. A long while passes until the door opens, revealing a long corridor - everything was of sickening white , down to the floors , the ceilings even the doors . The hallways look like it outstretched for miles and miles never-ending . The air smelled of bleach, and it practically burned your nostrils .

" Hello ?" Came Y/N's small voice , unsure. A nurse emerges from a nearby door and approaches her , her blue eyes practically pierces through her soul, and Y/N can practically feel herself reel back. " Name and business," the nurse states gruffly as she skims through a nearby clipboard on the wall.

" Y/N L/N and I'm here to visit Nora L/N" She says- her tone going melancholy at the mention of her mother's name. The nurse just nods - her face looked bored. " Alright kid , sign this form and go down that hall there -" she says, pointing to the back of her . Y/N nods along as she held onto the forms.

Y/N took her time signing the visitor's rule form and her name in a visitor's sheet before walking down the hall. The halls feel suffocating - despite the fact it's so huge, but Y/N swears she can feel it pressing down on her lungs.

' Would mom remember me ?' , ' hell would she even want to seem me after so long?' She thinks to herself as she rounds a corner. It's been two years since her mother had been admitted here , two years and Y/N going back and forth with the asylum administrators for visitation rights.

It was tiring - so unnecessarily exhausting having to prove time and time again that her mother wasn't some looney - wasn't an abuser , wasn't a bad mother - that what happened on that day was built up stressd , that she was just overwhelmed only to get shut down with ' she's gone kid forget her ' each time.

Y/N stops in front of another metallic door - it's white just like every other door in here, but somehow she feels the air around her tighten . ' This is it - I get to see you, mom,' she thinks as she pushes open the door . The door lets out a groan as if it's been years, someone has used it .

Y/N steps inside , her nostrils immediately are met with the smell of synthetic medicine and bleach. The walls are white - too white - it's unnerving there is no color in sight . Before her lies an empty metallic chair - the ones you sat in the principals office.

Y/N hesitates as she approaches the chair and sits in it - the cold iron sends shivers up her exposed arms. Her attention turns to the vast window in front of her , practically its own wall.

Before the window lays, her mother sat on a plain plastic chair . Y/N swallows the rising bile in her throat as she observes her mother . Long gone were those colorful , polka dot sun dresses she knew her mother adorned so lovingly , now she wears a baby blue knee length garb , her once honey toned skin was sickly pale - as if she was a corpse . Her once vibrant brown eyes just stated back at her dully. Her mother's hair - her hair that was always pin back or braided so beautifully was now knotted messily and strewn about her face .

Y/N feels herself wince as she takes in how skinny her mother has become to the point you can see her hallow cheekbones and the veins in her arms and legs. Silence engulfs them for a long while - both taking in each other . " Y/N," her mother's wraspy voice calls out to her . Y/N feels herself freeze - and suddenly, she feels tears fall down her eyes . Surely, if her mentor saw her like this, she'd laugh at her patheticness.

Yet still, the tears begin to pursue down her face , landing on her hands . " Mama " Y/N calls out longingly because God knows how much she wants her mom , how much she craves for her old life, to feel her mother's warmth , to feel her dad pick her up all over again , to feel normal - to feel like a kid again.

She chokes back a sob - God doesn't love her enough to grant her that wish - doesn't have enough mercy to even grant her that even in her dreams. " Y/N , what are you doing here dear ?" Her mother's hoarse voice asks her , the straight jacket wrapped around her like a cobra restraining her from her own pathetic attempt to comfort her daughter.

Y/N chokes up at the sight . " I'm here to see you, Mama," she answers truthfully with a smile. Her mother looks at her daughter - her beautiful daughter and for the first tike since she's been admitted here she let's out a laugh. " Missed you sweetheart " she murmurs , her eyes - her eyes look warm like they used to.

Y/N just nods , " Missed you more, Mama," she says sincerely as she looks at her mom, hopefully. Her mother smiles at her while she rubs against her handcuffs ." How are you dear ?" Her mother asks as she peers at her .

Y/N smiles , ecstatic - she's internally great full her mother was strong enough to withstand going crazy being locked up in here. " I'm fine, mom - I'm in military school now." Y/N answers as she shoots her chair closer to the window. Her mother begins to anxiously rock in her chair , " Military school ? " she asks, perplexed . Y/N allows silence to pass between them.

Unsure how to answer her , her mother meanwhile begins bouncing her foot anxiously. " They - they're turning you into a monster - my daughter, my precious daughter, how - how dare they -" she begins to rambling. Y/N perks up and places her hands against the glass ," No mama, no one is turning me into anything - I'm gonna make the world better, Mama, that's all promise -"

Y/N tries to persuade her but it was no use her mother was in too deep , " No - NO ! I WILL NOT LET THAT MAN TURN YOU INTO A MONSTER - THAT DEVILISH MAN HOW DARR HE TAKE MY DAUGHTER FROM ME AND TURN HER INTO A DEMONIC WRENCH LIKE HIMSELF - HOW DARE HE - HOW DARE HE !!!" She begins screaming and viciously pulling at her chains.

Y/N bangs against the window , " Mother, please ! I am not a monster mama please I'm still your little girl !!" Y/N practically pleads with her , her voice drowning in desperation as she banged against the glass hoping to get through to her.

Blood begins to spill from her mother's arms , and she begins to scream and curse violently as the blood gets everywhere on her clothes. " SHUT IT YOU DEMON, YOU TOOK AWAY MY DAUGHTER - YOU WICKED WRENCH I WILL KILL YOU!!," She declared as she violently launched herself to the glass . Her bloodied hands begin the bang against the glass.

Y/N begins to back away from the window , tears now spilling from her eyes - not even noticing the way her body collides with the chair. " Mama please clam down -" she tries again , pleading like a little child all over again -

Again, she's that 10 year old girl looking at her mom and dad fight all over again, and it makes her feel sick . Again, she's that helpless child that hides behind the sofa cushion as their screaming match gets more violent, and the sound of plates and glass cups being broken practically echo off her eardrums Her mother doesn't even stop - just starts bashing her head against the glass even more violently .

A door behind her mother's room opens and in walks in two heavily guards and a nurse. " GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME " her mother yells as she frantically tries to pry the guards hold off her . One guard looks to another and simply nods. " What are you doing ? WAIT LEAVE HER ALONE " Y/N yells as a guard practically shoves her mother face first into the floor and kept his whole body weight on her.

Y/N immediately starts banging against the glass hopelessly, " LEAVE MY MOM ALONE PLEASE " but no one paid her any heed. The nurse simply flicks at the barrel of a syringe and begins to approach her mother. " BACK AWAY FROM ME YOU WICKED BITCH" her mother shouts , her legs , frantically kicks at the air.

The nurse does nothing. she just calmly approaches her mother and sticks a slightly yellow liquid into her mother's neck. Y/N watches in utter horror as her mother's body begins to go limp before her. " WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HER ?" Y/N shouts as she violently bangs against the glass. She watches as the guards drag her mother's body away without any care . The nurse turns to face her , face bored, " We injected her with benzodiazepine " she says , tone laced in sarcasm.

Y/N feels her eye twitch in anger. " English " she demanded . The nurse looks her up and down , " Basically, we sedated your mother kid now go home," she says before turning around . Y/N growls as she banged on the glass one last time , " MY MOTHER WAS NOT CRAZY YOU MADE HER THIS WAY".

Rostov-on-Don , Rostov Oblast , Russia , 2025

Y/N practically jolts up - like a madman being risen back from the dead. That memory of her mother will always haunt her even now when it's been years and years. Y/N wipes away at the stray tears on her face and sniffles .

She always go through with this - every night she is forced to relive that haunting memory of her mother - reliving how she's failed her time and time again - relive the anger of wanting to burn everyone in that stupid asylum to the floor .

Her hands tighten around the wool blanket laid on top of her - she gets angry every time she thinks of that place - that place that does nothing but destroy people lives. Another tear falls onto her palms as she states into the darkness of her room.

Her mom would of been normal if they hadn't dragged her there - if those wicked people hadn't taken her away. Her hand unconsciously reaches under her pillow and withdraws a small revolver . She plays with the cylinder , tracing over the five bullets within it . Her eyes drift over to her alarm clock - it displays 4 : 00 am.

Y/N pursues her lips - 'no use sleeping anyways ' she thinks to herself as she slips off her bed and hurriedly puts on her sneakers. Y/N grabs her phone , the revolver and her keys , shoving them in her hoodies'a pocket before slipping out her front door - fully intending to go for a run . Maybe - just maybe she can clear up her mind and pretend everything is fine .

Y/N finds herself jogging along the coast , the dock is lined with ships from all sizes galore - all docking in for the day to offload their goods . The water is crystal clear , practically a shimmering mirror as it reflects the faint light in the sky. It glistens and glided along like a ribbon dancing in the wind.

The sky itself - a beautiful tapestry of dark violet mixing in with pink and yellow hues - a tell tale sign that morning was about to dawn upon the country. Birds begin to flock onto the nearby seashore while the fishermen below on the docks set out to catch their early catch.

Y/N inhales the crisp sea air - practically greedily filling her lungs . Russia was so beautiful - so warm just like her mother was - no wonder why she always felt homesick when she spent too long away from home. Y/N crosses the empty road , making sure to wipe away her sweat. She begins a slow jog as she acends the hill in front of her - she is sure Dedushka (grandpa) Micheal is already busy brewing coffee in his small parlor, and she fully intends to get herself a cup. Efore the morning rush.

Just as she makes it to the top , she spots a kid in front of her crossing the road while an incoming truck comes barreling towards them , full speed. She immediately makes a bolt for it practically grabs the kid by the collar and yanks him back towards her . " Kid, look out !" She exclaimed as she shoved the kid back , causing him to collide with the ground.

The kid landed with a loud " oomph" behind her while his phone that he was previously so occupied with went flying out of his hand elsewhere. Y/N runs towards him and sits him up against the nearby building. The boy groans as he holds onto his head . " Hey, are you okay ?" Y/N aks as she brushes his raven hair back. The boy groans and sends her a glare - his green eyes literally looks at her in utter fury, " Listen lady I knew what I was doing- " he starts arguing but immediately stops when he gets a good look at her.

" Y/N ?!!" He exclaims and immediately embraces her.

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Notes :

(Also sorry if this was short I was anxious writting this - might edit later because I still don't like it but ty for reading !!!)

(Also I'm not sure why some @ aren't working ? If any experienced author knows why please let me know)

(Also, to any Russian readers, please correct me in any mistakes or misrepresentation - all Russian came from Google, so I apologize in advance)

I don't remember my request since I've requested a lot along with the isekaid reader (the stranger.. Was that the title?) But I'm holding you at gun point 🔫😤

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IM SORRY lol

I just on vacation it's like 4 days waster vacation lol so I plan to somewhat Finnish all my writting stuff problem is I low-key have authors anxiety like im scared I post stuff and no one likes it 🫡🫡 so yeahh anyways to anyone waiting for an update or the request fulfilled I'm working on it !!

Sharing a cigarette with them

He arches his back against the railings, his lean torso leans over limply - no care about how high up he is . His slender fingers drag a cigarette between his swollen pink lips . His face turns slightly, and his molten gaze finds you in the distance as he blows out a puff of smoke. His lips twitch a bit as he catches your stare . He takes a drag again before beckoning you closer with his other hand.

Hesitantly , you approach him , the smell of cigarettes and his musky cologne burn your nostrils as you approach him. " Come closer, pretty thing " he calls out to you . You hesitate and approach him even closer now at his torso .

He just stares at you for a moment before pulling you towards him , practically pressing his hot lips onto yours. You let out a squeak of suprise, allowing him to slip his tongue into you and blow his hot puff into your mouth . His warm fingers trace the bare skin of your arms causing you to shiver in his hold.

He deepens the kiss even more he dominates your own tongue . He pulls away from you, both of you panting . " Mhmmmm.. these lips are way more addicting pretty, " he praises before he smashes his lips onto your once more.

-> Azriel , Eris Vanserra , Jason Todd , Bruce Wayne , John Price , Diluc , Tartaglia/Childe , Xiao, Wriothesley , Sunday , Draco Malfoy, Coriolanus Snow , Gojo Satoru, Suguru Geto , Ryomen Sukuna

Random but

Would you rather have the ability to teleport anywhere in the world instantly...

OR...

Be able to communicate with people from different timelines or parallel universes?

(I don't why but I choose the last one. As much of a big advantage it is to be able to teleport around the world.. I'm curious about my other version and how they're doing in life)

-👻anon

Probably talking to ur past version and is like " why did we choose teleport again?"

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

- 👻anon

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

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

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