Damian Wayne X Child! Reader (Part 1) - This Won't Do

Damian Wayne x Child! Reader (Part 1) - This won't do —⁠☆

Synopsis: after seeing the state of your apartment Damian pulls some strings and changes your life on step at a time.

Masterlist , Pillager Of Art

"Are your parents attending the pta meeting?" Damian asks.

After seeing the wretched state your house was in Damian chose to stand at the door.

The moldy yellow floor of your apart was covered in dirt and whatever substances you managed track back into the house. The walls in the same sorry state with a moldy yellow wallpaper that was covered in nasty cracks and stains that could never be removed.

The tiles of your flooring were covered in a bottomless pit of clothes and whatever else was in that pile. Your window didn't show some immaculate view of Gotham City instead it was closed off with would. Glass shards left on the floor in front of the window after a stray bullet was shot through your window.

"Oh my Dad, he's not coming" you say as you make your way towards your kitchen.

Damian couldn't bare looking into the kitchen to see what mess was made in their so he chose to stair the ceiling instead.

"Why not?" He tilts his head to the side, he was told by Alfred that events like these were the only way to see how your child was progressing and apparently it was mandatory for parents to attend so why weren't your coming?

"Oh, my parents are dead" you said as if It didn't bother you and it didn't.

Your mother had sadly passed away during child birth.

Your dad tho...

He was a piece of work, never cared for your well-being AT ALL. You basically raised yourself in this house. The only reason you hadn't starved yet was because your father left food in the cupboard for you to use (mostly unhealthy cheap food).

You barely ever saw your dad and when he died you hadn't even noticed, not like he ever came home anyway. The only way you knew was when the news broadcast came on and you saw a blurred out image of a man that vaguely resembled your father.

There were several gunshot holes scattered around the figures body and by the looks of it he was probably just getting off of work before the death occurred.

The situation never bothered you, having no adults around was a blessing if anything.

"My parents can't come but I'll wait with you until your dad does" you replied and gasped when you found what you were looking for.

"Dami you have to try one" you turned to him with a cup of ramen noodles in hand.

"No thank you, aren't there other options?" he asked as he began to list off foods he'd already eaten before.

Safe to say, you hadn't even know those foods existed or eaten anything that wasn't microwavable.

This wouldn't do.

When he left your house that evening he made it his mission to find a way to get you out of that situation.

And that he did, when the day of the PTA meeting arrives Damian is oddly quiet. Not as if he talked much anyway.

While you both waited for his dad to finish speaking with the teachers he'd a held a tight grip on your hand as if to silently tell you not to run off anywhere.

"Dami I still don't know why you told me to bring all my stuff with me, are we having a sleepover?" You asked, you were told to bring all necessities which means that you needed your tooth brush and whatever you could salvage from that mess of a house.

"You'll know when we get there" he said calmly which only made your excitement grown even more. He was already pretty used to your energetic behavior so this was nothing.

At last the meeting had finished and you were all exiting he building.

"Is this the friend you told me about Damian" his father spoke up only to receive a nod in return.

You had never noticed how eerily similar they look but now that you were stood right before him you realized noticed the shared features.

"(Reader) right" Bruce got down in one knee so he could speak to you at eye level. Now, extending invitations to join the family weren't an everyday occurrence but if his son was so hard pressed on your living conditions and even brought up good points as to why you can't live there.

Plus he knew you were a good kid.

"A little Birdy informed me of your living conditions and they wanted me to extend an exciting offer to you" he spoke to you in a way that made your excitement peak.

You were so excited that you hadn't even noticed when you got in the car or when you arrived at the manor or when you arrived at Damian's bedroom door.

For you everything went by quickly, so quickly that when you woke up the next morning you couldn't even remember why you were in Damian's house or why you were currently bundled up across from his sleeping face.

He must've bundled you up while you were asleep. He was always considerate but rarely ever showed you that side of him.

"Dami, I need to go home" you said groggily.

"Your not going anywhere" he instantly replied.

"But I can't stay here forever, I need to go home" you said in a worried tone but he only raised a brow.

"I knew you weren't listening" he sighed.

"Just go back to sleep" he waved his hand in front if your face which seemed to do the trick because you were knocked out within seconds.

And just like that you were silently adopted into the family.

◕⁠｡Tim and Connor get in a fight - Tim Drake x Batmom! Reader｡⁠◕

(little drabble) Masterlist

You'd heard of the fight that took place between the two and it's safe to say that you were scared for Connor.

Tim had came home particularly late that night and it was easy to see that he was fuming with rage.

Before you could even ask how his day went he cut you off and immediately asked:

"Mom, you know I love you right" he says with a dry expression to which you nod as your answer.

Then he gets straight to the point.

"Where's the kryptonite?"

"Wow, wow, wow I can't just tell you that-"

Then he pulls out that limited edition item that Bruce could never seem to get you and you dont know what came over because you immediately blurted out the location.

Damn, may God be with you Connor cause you know damn well you won't.

Batfam x Doppleganger! Reader (Part 1)

Synopsis: You secretly live with them but one terrible fever made you blow your cover

Masterlist , Part 2

Living with them was easy.

You'd been there long enough to have studied their mannerisms and speech patterns. Like the way they talked, how they would fidget or how they'd react in certain circumstances.

Like Bruce.

He was one if the easiest to impersonate. He barely spoke, always held a stoic expression and never really was seen around the manor.

Most of the time you'd use his likeness to go wherever you wanted and no one questioned you since... who would question Bruce Wayne?

Dick however was a little tough to do.

What you've gathered from your little study is that Richard was always trying to mold himself into what he thought the person needed to see him as and frankly speaking it was tiring.

Often times using his likeness meant you'd have to put up with his siblings crap to an almost extreme extent and you really couldn't hold out any longer when situations like that happened.

He was also a form that you couldn't use very often since most of the time he'd be in Blüdhaven.

Tim was your go to in any situation since he was either out on CEO business or cooped up in his room.

You'd related to his character alot since being in a house full of vigilantes always meant that you'd have to be alert in most situations if you didn't want to be caught. Which meant that you'd developed a serious case of insomnia.

Whenever they found you as Tim they'd leave you be because most of the time you'd be passed out on a couch or laying in one of the many comfortable beds around the manor.

They knew Tim needed his sleep so they never stuck around long enough to question why he wasn't in his room.

Damian was one form you'd refused to take on.

Most of the time he needed to be at school. Which meant that you could never walk around the house without being questioned as to why you weren't currently at home.

Like that one time Alfred caught you stealing food in the kitchen on a weekday and nearly sent you to school along with the real Damian.

On other occasions you'd never be able to fully keep up his persona and sometimes let a couple things slip.

Like that one time you'd done something uncharacteristically out of place. Like actually laughing at Dick's jokes, something Damian would never do.

Unlike the rest of his siblings Jason was completely out of the question. He was never in the manor and whenever he was he would always be scrutinized for causing trouble do walking around as him would be very inconvenient.

Now you'd never thought the day would come when you'd actually be caught.

You were so alert and vigilant, always making sure to not overstep or do anything that would rise suspicion but sadly that just wasn't enough.

It was a particularly harsh time of year for you, hay fever had kicked in.

Your throat was itchy, you were sneezing left and right and you were all alone the cold damp attic of the manor.

Usually around this time of year you needed to stay low-key, always hiding in the attic and making sure no one saw you.

Being sick would always mess with your ability.

Anytime you tried impersonating anyone it would always turn out weird or in some situations grotesque.

Multiple fingers would sprout onto each hand, random eyeballs would generate in peculiar parts of your body and sometimes you'd generate the wrong amount of hair all over your body. Ending up looking like a character straight out of a big foot.

Sometimes different body parts wouldn't finish generating or would be missing entirely.

Like the stump of your arm would be missing but you'd still have a hand connected to your shoulder.

Maybe you'd generate something more tame like the wrong eye color or your own physical features would show through. (Like freckles, stretch marks or beauty marks)

All in all it was horrible.

So when you realized that your stash of food for the month had run out so quickly you dreaded having to take up on one if their forms.

But alas you had to.

This time you'd taken on the form of Tim Drake, maybe they'd leave you alone if they thought you were their sleep deprived brother.

Sadly the transformation didn't turn out right.

Your eyes were the wrong shade if blue, your nose sitting a bit lower down in your fad and you'd generated several more fingers than necessary.

Even though you'd generated Tim's face your own features somehow shined through leaving a weird mixture of your features and his clashing together.

Seeing yourself like that nearly made you bring up whatever junk food you'd eaten earlier but you'd have to pull through.

Quickly you hopped down from the misplaced wooden board in their ceiling and made your way through the manor. Maybe you'd be lucky to find no one home.

Making your way down to the kitchen was fairly easy which was odd since it was a weekend which meant almost everyone would be home but you disregarded that and instead focused on grabbing things from the pantry.

You'd been so engrossed in your actions that you didn't notice the figure creeping up behind you.

They just stared at you as you continued taking stuff from the pantry.They seem paralyzed at what they were seeing.

When you finally turned around to exit the kitchen you'd frozen immediately.

You didn't know what to say.

The figure in front of you who you'd come to realize was Tim Drake himself had caught you.

....

You'd tried to stay silent and not move, wondering if you stood completely still would you just disappear in his eyes but sadly the sneeze that was bubbling in your chest said otherwise.

The sneeze causing you to shift painfully between the many forms you'd taken on before finally switching back to your normal self.

Well you just significantly screwed yourself.

Before the situation could get any worse you made the first move, choosing to slide past his frozen figure and bolt back to the attic.

Knowing Tim you wouldn't have enough time to get out of here before he'd alerted everyone of your presence in the manor.

Meanwhile in the bat cave

"Guys, I just ran into myself...grabbing food from the kitchen" Tim slowly descended the stairs with a confused expression settling on his tired face.

"You sure you didn't just start hallucinating?" Damian asked.

"No he's right, look at this" Bruce motioned towards the monitor. It seems that he'd been surfing the security camera footage while you'd chosen to look for food.

A video of you hastily walking through the hallways earlier played on the screen.

The fine details of your figure could be seen in the monitor, like the multiple fingers hanging off your palm and the severely different face that resembled Tim to an extent.

Then the monitor switched to another video of you standing in the kitchen, your body was swaying dangerously from side to side as you tried to reach their pantry. It seems you were more sick than you yourself were aware of.

A couple seconds later Tim came into the kitchen followed by you turning around and switching between different members of the family before settling on to what seems to be your real form.

"That's unnerving" Damian commented.

"I know right they had like nine fingers" Tin shuddered at the sight of your hands before noticing Dick quickly leaving the room.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"To meet our new roommate"

"Shouldn't we get to know them first before you allow then to live here permanently" Tim asked only to be ignored by Dick's quick moving form.

"Shouldn't you be stopping him" Tim turned back to Bruce.

"With father's history I doubt he'd mind adding them to the family" Damian stated.

So I guess welcome to the family?

Imagine being friends with Hajime Hinata.

•Whenever you see him he always has a depressing look on his face.

•Whenever you two talk he would normally space out and forget about the conversation.

•At this point it was getting a bit worrying. So you decided to confront him about it.

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You were currently sitting at your desk talking with your friend Hajime Hinata. He had been spacing out quite a bit.

You had decided to confront him about it. "Um.. Hey Hajime" you said softly. He turned his head in your direction. "Is something on your mind? " you asked.

"Don't worry about it, it's nothing" he said adverting his eyes. A frown was now visible on your face.

You stood up from your desk and moved closer to him. "H-hey what are you doing? "

"Tell me or I'll get closer. " a blush slowly crept across his face. "OK! " he said while pushing your face away.

You sat back down in your chair and turned to him. He sighed " It's just that... Don't you ever feel useless? "

You were taken back by his question, you wouldn't think that the sweet and kind Hajime would say such a depressing thing.

"What No?! Is that how you feel ? "

He didn't answer you so you assumed you were correct. "Hey Hajime? " he hadn't answered. "Hajime" still no response. "Hajime look at me! "

He lifted his head. "Do you feel that way because of those main course students? "

"Well don't think to much about those main course losers! " you said a bit to loud. Some of your fellow classmates started listening in on the conversation.

"They aren't better than us! They don't even go to class" you said with your voice still raised.

"Hey hey, not so loud" he said putting his hand over your mouth.

"I'm telling the truth though" you said but it came out muffled. "I don't know, I just wanna be special" those words sounded a bit off coming from him.

You removed his hand from your mouth while looking at him with a questioning look. 'Why is he acting like this'

You stood up form your chair and took your bag off the chair. "C'mon let's go" you see said walking towards the door. He quickly followed behind you.

You two walked to the gate in an awkward silence and then soon you came to a halt. You turned around with a grin on your face and engulfed him in a hug.

"W-what are you doing? " "hugging you silly" you said. You two stood there for a good couple of minutes. "Are you gonna let go" he asked and you parted. "What was that for" he asked. "To make you feel better! You've been gloomy all the time"

"Did it make you feel better" you asked he shook his head up and down. "Yeah a little" he still seemed off though. "It's just you won't be seeing me for a while" he said looking away. "Why is that" he hesitated before answering your question. " no where special, don't worry about it" he said turning around. " I'll see you in a couple of months, or never" he said but mumble the last part.

And that was the last time you've seen Hajime Hinata.

Yandere! Ayano x Crush! Reader

Last Part

Warnings: Suggestive Content Ahead, Yandere themed, Stockholm Syndrome, Corpse

"Y/N wake up, please wake up" you heard someone cry out. It seems like they were in pain. As you were about to stand up you realized something. You can't move.

"Y/N are you ok?" You heard the person scream again.

When you heard some noises coming from infront of you your eyes flew open. Taro was sitting right in front of you. His hands and feet were strapped to the chair and his eyes were bloodshot. Dried tears stained his cheeks and his hair was very messy.

"Taro are you ok?!" You tried moving towards him but it seems like you were in the same predicament.

"She's gonna come back" he muttered to himself as a new set a tears flowed down his cheeks.

"Who's coming and why are we here" you screamed out but the tight collar on your neck stopped you from moving any further.

"Ayano, she's insane" he replied.

Ayano? Right she's the reason your in this predicament. She knocked you out and brought you here. Who would've thought that sweet and polite (and also creepy) Ayano would do something like this.

"Taro where is she now? Let's try and escape" you stated but he seemed to have lost his spirit. How long have you been down here.

"We've been down here for a week now, I'm starting to think that well never leave" he told you.

And right as you were about to reply to what he had said the door to the room opened.

"I wonder what's in here"the unknown figure said as they opened the door.

"Omg, Taro is that you?!"

And there stood Osana in the doorway. She held a tea cup in one hand and her phone in the other.

"Y/N your here to" she dropped the cup and stepped out of the doorway. She froze on the spot as she saw the state that the two of you were in.

"My oh my, what do we have here" Ayano stepped into the doorway with something held behind her back.

"I was going to let you leave Najimi but it seems like you will forever be a thorn in my side" she said as she brought a hand up to her face.

Her cheeks were a very dark shade of red and her pupils were dilated. Her expression changed from a cold hearted stare to a euphoric one.

"Maybe your trying to win back my senpai's" she snapped out of her euphoric phase and brought the item that she held behind her back in her palm.

"Osana step away from her! " you yelled but it was already to late for her.

"Goodnight" Ayano stated before the bat swung and hit Osana's skull.

A loud crack could be heard before her body fell to the floor.

"Osana, answer me" Taro started rustling in his chair.

"You monster, you killed her" he yelled to Ayano.

The tension in the room grew thick as Ayano made her way behind Taro's chair. She grabbed the collar and drew it in. Making Taro gasp for air as the collar around his neck tightened.

"You have to understand, she was trying to get in the way of our love" she whispered into his ear.

And all you did was watch it go down. Your eyes stayed on Osana's corpse. It semed like a part of you just died, maybe witnessing Ayano's true behavior first hand had an effect on you.

You were supposed to be repulsed but no you were intrigued. How far would she go in the name of love?

"Ayano how much do you love me" the words flew out if your mouth before you had a chance to process.

"More than words can express, it's like you lit a fire in me that won't sto-" she paused for a moment.

You eyes we're boring holes into her head, something felt off. Ah that's right it was your sanity slowly decreasing.

She released the collar on Taro's neck and approached you slowly.

"Why'd you ask?" Her eyes went back to being dull.

"How long am I going to stay down here" you asked her, completely ignoring her question.

"I cannot answer that" she replied with her normal monotone.

"But don't you love me, if you do the least you could do is let me live a normal life with you" you fake pouted.

She slowly walked towards you but instead of going for your neck she sat on your lap.

"Pleas-" you were about to ask again but then the collar on your neck drew tight as Her face came closer to yours, almost like she had doubts about your sudden attitude change.

"Your wish can be granted" she whispered as her lips landed on yours.

Her hips grinded into yours as she pulled tighter on the collar. The feeling of her soft lips on yours made you forget about the situation you were in. And the lack of oxygen made all of Taro's yelling land on deaf ears.

Stockholm Syndrome?

You were finally able to enjoy the situation that you were in, even if it was only for a few seconds.

She seemed to want to sacrifice it all for you so why not just let it go. Let life decide itself for you.

And from there you slowly passed out. Finally resting in this odd situation.

Infected!Leon Kennedy x gn!Reader

When your boyfriend came back from his mission in Spain he was a bit off.

At first he wasn't to strange, just the occasional jerk or twitch but he'd just shake it off and blame it on the coffee he drank.

Then an hour later his speech became slurred, sadly you wouldn't have notice since he was always a quiet person.

But then a few minutes later his face went pale and the veins beneath his skin turned black.

You immediately suggested calling an ambulance but he declined and instead told you one of his terrible jokes that always put a smile on his face.

When his eyes turned glassy you noticed something shift. His body began twitching more frequently and he stopped speaking all together.

Maybe that miracle tea in the kitchen would work on him? Dumb thought but you were kinda out of options.

While you were in the kitchen making the tea you heard a series of gurgles and groans coming from the living room before hearing something drag across the floor. Then Leon appeared in the kitchen, stumbling towards you and pinning you to the counter. Wrapping his arms around you tightly without saying a word.

A couple hours later

Safe to say the miracle tea did not work, you couldn't even get him to drink it. Instead he ignored the cup in your hand and clung to you like his life depended on it. He wouldn't even let you move around properly.

So you came up with an idea, you'd slowly direct him towards your bedroom and collapse onto the bed. All this worrying made you tired anyway.

Halfway there he placed his head in the crook of your neck and licked the area making you giggle. Then he sank his teeth into your neck harshly causing you to jerk away from him.

He groaned at the lost of contact and immediately rushed in your direction. Panicked you ran inside your bedroom and locked the door behind you.

You never thought you'd be afraid of your own lover, he was so calm a couple seconds ago.

While in thought you saw a small syringe with the label reading antidote .

You quickly grabbed the syringe and held it tightly to your chest. Then you heard a loud groan outside your door before Leon broke it down with one blow before noticing you in the centre of the room.

He immediately charged towards you with his hand outstretched towards you and you would've let him grab you and hold you again but instead you lifted the syringe in your hand and brought it down into his arm, releasing the liquid into his veins.

His body immediately tensing before he relaxed and fell onto you. Both of you collapsing on the bed beneath you with a loud thud.

You let the harsh throbbing pain in your neck put you to sleep with Leon following suit.