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Your screams of panic wakes your brother up from a good nap he was having, and he runs to your bedroom as fast as he can, almost falling down stairs, slipping on the wooden floor in his socks.

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He burst into your room, ready to fight, and finds you sat at your desk, shaking your computer desperately.

My novel alright?! As you said those last words, you stood up and grabbed your brother by the collar of his shirt. Realizing what you just did, you let go of him, and straighten him a bit, forcing a smile on your face.

Tim was a little stunned, he never saw you like that before. It was pretty much the exact opposite in fact, you were known to be the calmest and more collected of the batkids. You usually were the one calming them down…In that sense, you were a lot like your father.

So seeing you being so…hysterical, was a bit unsettling.

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Most files can be recovered from computers. With a sigh, you look at your computer sadly and caress lightly the keyboard. Your brother open his arms, and you almost jump into them. You decided that eating an entire tub of ice cream was also totally what you needed.

You were mourning your novel in the kitchen when Alfred entered with Dick. Brooding was not something you inherited from your father, and you could see a surprised expression being slowly painted on their face as they realized you were.

As you shove a spoon full of ice cream in your mouth, you say :. You glare at your brother, and throw a spoon full of ice cream at his face, hitting him right on the eye.

You knew you were being kind of a bitch about the all thing, and you knew that there was worst things in the world…but you were just so bummed out about it. You worked so hard on that novel. You spent hours and hours, during your very few free time between school and your night patrol, you rarely had time to yourself.Officer: No, actually, Mr. Is he here? This particular subject has been requested so many times the earliest request dating from August ….

I thought, given how I feel lately, it was the perfect time to finally write it. Even in desperate situations, he could always trust his analytical and collected mind to help him out. The day Dick came to live at the Manor, and Bruce realized he had no idea how to raise a child.

Keep reading. Summary: If you have a brother and he dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?

He was older than me, he was six when I was born. My brother was his sidekick, Robin. After five thousand years Tikki had gotten to know death quite well; it never stopped hurting when one of her bugs or one of Plaggs kitten passed to early, and it never stopped hurting when she had to watch her wielders mourn those they had lost.

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Other kids on the street had told her and Jason what the foster homes they had run from where like. Most where horrible at face value, dirty and overcrowded and abusive. Some were nice and clean and it in those homes that you really had to be on your guard. She was in her Princess pajamas and her stuffed bear that Jason had stolen from somewhere when she had been little laid next to her bed, clean for the first time in years.

Thomas had separated the day before. He turned back just as quick as he had turned away, a forced smile on his face. The door opened and both Jason and Marinette whipped to see who was coming into the room so late at night; Jason gripped the sharp piece of metal and saw a woman. She was the same age as most adults; her black hair was up in a bun and though her green robe ended at her calf the edges of her cloudy pajama bottoms ended well past her feet.

She smiled, actually.Midweekish release. You waved off the butler as he offered you another drink, instead slipping him a large bill and a wink for his services. All others can be considered expendable.

She hated not knowing, but you waved a hand, unconcerned. You rose, saluting Talia with a smirk. You hailed a cab and slid in, coiled in the backseat as you gave your directions. The drive was silent and cold, but you paid heavily, without restraint, and the driver left without asking any questions. Your trip lead you to the Clocktower, hands shoved into the belt loops of your suit, looking up at the facade of the building.

To the untrained eye, there was no entrance except the street level doors, but you knew better. With the blink of your eyes, you scanned the environment, 3D model appearing in your contacts as you analyzed it, looking for heat signatures. Rumbling in content, you found none, and moved into the alleyway, stretching out your shoulders and pulling back your hair as you launched your grappling hook, zipping up to the top.

Leaping, you landed on the metal beams and planted yourself, clicking on your holographic suit, lying in wait, wrapped around the beam as you lounged, waiting for your prey. You had loved your sister, but that love turned into resentment when Bruce let her be everything you wanted, with no question and no immediate rebuttal, like he had for you time and time again. That was infuriating, and you never forgot. The hatch to the study opened and you looked up, watching from your perch as the wheelchair came forward, Barb maneuvering it furiously.

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She logged into her computer and started to search, and as you watched, it appeared she was also looking for the same things as you. Making a decision, you flicked the safety off one pistol but left it holstered, and hung from your beam, dropping down silently, still holographic and transparent. Slapping your suit, you revealed yourself, waving your fingers at her one at a time, placid smile on your face. It was silent, her hands clenching tightly to the armrests of her wheelchair, upper body quaking and livid.

You scrunched your face; what had you done to her, besides leave without a trace? You scowled, finger rummaging in your ear. What happened to you?

I need your computer for intel. To find more targets? Unfazed, you dusted off your thighs as you sat in a chair, arms behind your head and eyes shut, relaxed. My dad?! Gotham was haunted with all your old ghosts, and were they getting annoying.

You, Bruce, the boys were a family. I was a figurehead and none of you cared.Keep reading. It was humid and dark outside around am at Wayne manor, no stars shown through the thick clouds and smog. The house was quiet and dark, empty and silent. It was pitch black and silent, except for one room. The light in your bathroom was on and barely audible cries came out muffled through your hands as you sat on the floor next to the sink.

A razor covered in thick, red, fresh, blood sat in the sink along with all of your soul, poured out of your body with your blood, as well as your will to live, and by the bottle of pills spilled all over the floor, you already knew this, yet the house stayed silent, as if it was holding its breath, awaiting your next move.

Bruce and Good Big Brother! This piece is slightly depressing but here it is. I would very much like to thank knightfall05x for proof reading, putting up with my nonsense and convincing me to post this. Please ignore the blatant use of google translate.

No, you could see it in her clouded eyes and the way she shivered in your presence. She was old. She was an old woman in Gotham. She knew what death smelled like and oh, how it rolled off of you like a thick miasma. Dripping thick and suffocating. No, no, it was none of those blemishes. It was something more… fundamental, unshakeable. Something you could not slough off as it nestled and stewed under your skin.

Thank you for answering! Can I request a headcanon on how Bruce,Dick,Jason,Tim and Damian if its too much you can jist do the last 4 react to finding out that batsis reader is dating Karma Akabane? Have a nice day! You are late! What if Reader in Daddy woke up the morning after Bruce slept with them after their nightmare? They come downstairs and everyone sees their back to normal again.

Bruce is surprised and happy but the Reader stops him. They need to talk now. And they lay into him. Jason died and instead of getting the therapy they need and trauma assessed he sent them away when he needed them most.

They didn't replace their brother but they defiantly were happy to have a new Robin. They love him but he didn't help them process their grief and Bruce needs to hear that. But maybe Bruce could get a hug afterwards?Officer: No, actually, Mr. Is he here? You finally broke down and called Diana for some advice. Granddaughter of the demon meant nothing when your twin was a boy and 5 minutes older.

The other good thing of your invisibility was that your failures were also often overlooked. Keep reading. Bruce, opens living room door: Bruce, closese living room door: Bruce, after having whitnessed his three eldest sons trying to balance a sleeping baby!

Hope it lives up to its predecessor…or at least is tolerable. Requested: soukouloutsouu Taglist: loxbbg fandomsaremylifeline minamisulemisa annoylinglyaries greeknerd Lol, I hope you guys love this!

Sighing you sat with your chin resting in your palm while watching Bruce explain the latest mission. Though your mind began to wander to what you would do during this time of year before you were adopted by the Batman himself. Back to before you lost your parents. Decorating the tree and making Christmas cookies. So many beautiful memories. But now? Christmas used to be a time of light and cheer, but this is making it so dark and dreary.

Crime never rests so neither do we. So, the city would be fine, leave something to the cops for once. Bruce went to say something else before Jason interrupted.

Why not Christmas? When was the last time we all spent a holiday together?And could you please include their reactions and what they would do to help her? You heard the alarm going off the first time.

Apparently, it was a believable thing for you to do. You just about scrambled through the hallway without being seen by anyone, arriving as the bell rang, signalling the end of the second period. He was a few months younger than you, meaning you were in the same school year and most of the same classes. He was right. I do casework for an hour then get ready.

You had to get up early to work on cases because you knew Tim was smarter than you. If Tim stayed up later than you, he was getting the same amount of sleep as you but doing so much better than you were. He was coping.

You just saw Robin in trouble over lunch so disappeared from your friends to suit up.

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You got yourself ahead of the black van. Jumping over incoming bullets to land on the front - terrifying the driver and stopping the fire for a moment as one of the gunmen clambered into the seat and tried to hit you. Damian took the help and disappeared into the shadows. Maybe you should have given Damian the harder job; he was fully awake while you were off your game.

But he was your younger brother, whether he admitted it or not, and as an older sibling, it was your job to protect him. No matter how much slower you were moving, or how sloppy your attacks were - you needed to defend him. The bullet missed you because Damian was quick-footed, and watching your back from his takedown.

You moved forward, onto the van roof. Tossing one Batarang into the glass and kicking a smoke bomb through the gap. The van swerved across the road, turning fast as it lost control. You tried to keep your balance, but your feet were sliding backwards as it hit the lamppost. The grip on your feet held you on the edge of the van, but bullets were flying everywhere.

You ducked and kicked one of the guys as he stopped to rub his eyes. One down.

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The gunfire made your ears ring. The second Batarang left your hand, no real aim but managing to knock two guns to the floor before returning to your side - and you sent it straight into the smoke again. No clue what else todo. The smoke started to clear, and a stray bullet was a metre away from hitting you in the stomach. You froze. You were tired and unprepared for the entire fight.

Your brain raced over how you should have told Tim to go; you should have let Damian deal with this. No one had called you into action. Your stupid sibling override was going to get you shot. Do you care about me really, Damian? Do you not like it when other people try to hurt me?Bruce and Good Big Brother! This piece is slightly depressing but here it is. I would very much like to thank knightfall05x for proof reading, putting up with my nonsense and convincing me to post this. Please ignore the blatant use of google translate.

No, you could see it in her clouded eyes and the way she shivered in your presence. She was old. She was an old woman in Gotham. She knew what death smelled like and oh, how it rolled off of you like a thick miasma. Dripping thick and suffocating. No, no, it was none of those blemishes. It was something more… fundamental, unshakeable.

Something you could not slough off as it nestled and stewed under your skin. Keep reading. Thank you for answering! Can I request a headcanon on how Bruce,Dick,Jason,Tim and Damian if its too much you can jist do the last 4 react to finding out that batsis reader is dating Karma Akabane?

Have a nice day! You are late! What if Reader in Daddy woke up the morning after Bruce slept with them after their nightmare?

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They come downstairs and everyone sees their back to normal again. Bruce is surprised and happy but the Reader stops him. They need to talk now. And they lay into him.

Jason died and instead of getting the therapy they need and trauma assessed he sent them away when he needed them most. They didn't replace their brother but they defiantly were happy to have a new Robin.


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