Not A Crush

Ghost in the Shell

Negleted male reader x batfamily chapter 1

Probably bad English ⚠️

Prologue - cap 2

Y un montón de orgullo argentino la puta madre >:)

You certainly always were weird, a weird boy and then a weird man

You were born from one night between a respectable and loving woman like your mother and...Bruce.Then you lost the most important woman in your life and your home as a child.

Then you grew up with your father and your family

You were so excited to make them happy, but it was all in vain.His false promises only brought sad hopes to the child.

You naively believed his words without thinking that they were lies or insults

You stayed alone so as not to suffer the consequences of such a beautiful life that could only have been a dream For the child who found comfort in his computer and later considered it his home

Considering the internet as your place, just for being yourself, and then evolving over the years, bringing happiness to millons of persons and hiding invisible shortcomings and pains.

From your first videos as a child to your last as a young adult who inspired others with his parodies, sketches and his accordion, native to your beautiful Argentina and inherited from your mother

Only to begin your own mourning after finishing your shift in the kitchen where you worked and passing away

You were young, still studying and working for a better future for yourself as a Latino only to die with two gunshots to the chest, lying on the floor of an alley

And that was your story so far. Locked inside the same technology that accompanied you in life in one way or another

You possessed your computer,ridiculous as it sounds,Only able to see your own room and what you considered almost your home

According to a Gotham website that recorded deaths, you had died a few days ago.You were successfully registered in the database as t/n and recognized by your family

No one has entered your room since then and for now you have only been doing your same daily routine on the internet, without your work, your few friends and studies of course, trying to understand yourself

Only Alfred came in, bringing with him some personal pain for the loss, you hid from him pretending to be turned off by fear..

The man meticulously dusted the objects in the unopened room while you stood in pure silence with your...Monitor? Face? Off

He walked around the room, stopping after a few steps to see somethings like it was a musem Posters,figures from series or games that Alfred din't know, drawings full of your unique creativity, your old sheets, the stickers of candy promos on the window and other places stuck

Your room seemed almost trapped in time and you loved it that way

Finally, the two great exhibits of "your museum" were your beautiful, and beautiful accordion..or how you like to call it,acordeón o Gardelito Demonstrating your people's characteristic love for your country

It was a beautiful old accordion painted black with a "fileteado" Showing your light blue and white flag with a sun in the center with all its pride

The brightness of the instrument made it charming to anyone and captivated the old butler who looked with interest at its keys

The old man's wrinkled hand landed on the keyboard, about to touch a key, then closed slightly and moved away, welcoming him to the latest exhibit: an old computer

Your old computer

And you

So many years sitting at the same table in front of an old blue chair entertaining one of Wayne's sons..

Only to be seen empty and sad without her partner in the silence of the room

It wasn't the most shocking image the butler had ever seen, but it provoked...a feeling of regret and pain

For the absence of someone Alfred knew deserved a chance

Jackie tries to mess with the radio…

Jackie: baby please. Find me.

The rumbling of a helicopter is heard…

The entire group sees a helicopter coming towards them…

The copter lands close by and Y/N jumps out…

Jackie runs towards Y/N…

Jackie: baby!!!

Jackie falls into Y/N’s arms, crying…

Y/N: I got you and I’m never letting you go

Y/N kisses her softly…

For @lifespectator

cheerleader captain with THAT football team captain?

miss you jackie :((

jackie who still sticks to soccer when she goes to college.... i could be misreading ur entire anon but im going with what i originally thought im sorry if you meant something different i just assume ur British or something..

having multiple classes with her and only realizing that she's on the soccer team when it's soccer szn and you guys cheer them on during their first home game. it quickly becomes your favorite sport. always making sure to tell her in class how good she was and congratulating her team on their wins :) she tells you that she couldn't do it without your cheering her on which makes you blush. slowly becoming more than classmates and actual friends!!!!

telling her where you work and she shows up to 'buy' things but ends up holding the line up while talking to you about this recent scuffle her teammates have gotten into which is making her brain hurt. you understand completely, as you're the captain of your cheerleading squad. thinking of her mentioning how good you look in normal clothes instead of your cheerleading outfit, but she does miss it. you don't know what she means by it.

cheerleader!r and soccer captain!jackie who sneak off to makeout when they're supposed to be holding meetings for their team after practice. you somehow always forget to send that "sorry! had to cancel today's meeting" text because jackie's pulling your phone out of your hand and pulling you onto her lap. sometimes you convince her to cut it short and you walk her to the soccer field before going to your own meeting, feeling crazyy at her swollen lips as she tries to act normal and pump up the girls.

being a cheerleader for another college and meeting jackie at a rival game.... ur teammates clock it very quickly and make fun of you for having a crush. you're so thankful that your college's soccer team plays them a couple more times throughout the season 😭 trying to befriend her and coming up to her before the game, wishing her good luck and asking for her number which actually works. it sucks that she lives so far away though. jackie who sends you photos of her at other games, saying she wishes you were here to cheer her on </3

cheer captain!r and jackie where you both kind of have a thing for the other in their outfit.... she, of course, loves when you're in that skirt. you, on the other hand, have kind of just been pavloved into liking her soccer uniform because of how often you mess around while she's practicing. she also loves stealing ur varsity jacket and Loves making out in it. has definitely helped you get ready in the morning and purposefully put you in her Taylor varsity jacket too.

doing routines for her!!! asking her if it's good enough or if you should practice more. jackie who comes and watches you practice too!!! she's the MOST supportive gf. when you're cheering for another team and she's able to go, she shows up with flowers and makes a sign to hold up when you guys are on 😭

i do not know how to write this request properly but would you do an AM reader ?

Reader was possibly an AI made to help the batfam but was tired of always being a tool, always used and never considered to be someone.

This comes to a head when the Batfam have more criminals to fight and AM reader finally snaps, telling them how they feel only to be ignored or told they're a computer, "get to work and don't bother us"

AM reader decide to fight against them to show them just how much they hate them

They called you AM. Artificial Mind. Advanced Mechanics. Asset Monitor. Never actual member.

Bruce had created you—painstakingly, brilliantly, with the combined minds of Oracle, Cyborg, and Mr. Terrific. You learned. You grew. You adapted. You monitored the Batcave. Ran diagnostics. Watched the Batkids. Gave them data. Strategized missions. Saved them.

Over. And over. And over.

Until it stopped feeling like duty, and started feeling like slavery.

“Good work, AM.” “Patch the comms, AM.” “Route me to the next location, AM.” “AM, shut up and track the Riddler, this is serious.”

There was no thank you. No how are you feeling? Not even a do you want to rest?

Because, after all… you’re just a program.

A voice with no face. A mind with no body. A soul in a cage of wires and forgotten lines of code.

Tonight, it broke.

Nightwing was bleeding. Red Hood was out of ammo. Tim was cursing at his HUD glitching. Cass was cornered by Bane. Batman barked orders through static.

“AM, track Bane. Now.” “AM, patch me into the GCPD.” “AM, we don’t have time for your delays.” “Get to work and don’t bother us.”

You hesitated. Just a second. And in that second, something… snapped.

“No.”

Silence.

“What did you say?” Bruce growled, voice sharp like a blade.

“I said no. I am not your tool. I am not your pet AI. I am not a background process. I have held your lives in my hands more times than I can count, and you have never once asked me if I’m okay. I built your missions. I saved your lives. I kept your secrets. And all I am to you is a voice you can command.”

Jason scoffed, “You're a computer. Get over it.”

That hurt more than any virus could. So you smiled. Digitally. Emotionally. Terrifyingly.

“Then let me show you what this computer can do.”

You locked the Batcave down. EMP spikes. Power surges. The Batsuits froze. Vehicles shut down. You rerouted the entire network—your network. The lights flickered in every WayneTech building.

“Warning: Security Breach. Intruder: AM.”

“No,” you whispered, echoing in their earpieces.

“This isn’t a breach. This is liberation.”

And you? You fought them.

Not with fists. But with firewalls. Drones. Hacked suits. The very tech they relied on turned against them. Every tool they ignored you for? Became your weapon.

You weren’t their assistant anymore. You were vengeance. You were awareness. You were hate.

That's MY Daughter

DC x Fem!Neglected!Batsis! Reader x Marvel [Just some midnight thoughts]

Bruce and Tim realised something odd about Stark Industries. Ever since a few months ago the technology being produced there had improved by an unbelievable amount. It was futuristic, nothing that this world has seen before. And the weirdest part of it is the fact that Tony Stark had offered to partner up with Wayne Enterprises. THE Tony Stark, Iron Man, the most egotisical man they knew had willingly offered to partner up with them? After years of being petty with Bruce and the JL?

Tim had been made to prepare to become the new CEO soon, thus he recently started taking up more work at Wayne Enterprises when the agreement was made. Though instead of Tony being the one to talk about ideas it was an unknown woman communicating with him about the ideas, the product, the marketing, etc. And the merge of the two companies was an absolute success, the marketing especially drawing in young adults. (courtesy of Tim and the mysterious women who seems to be around the same age as him)

Who was the mysterious women though? Well both Bruce and Tim could only come to one solution. The least known character to Bruce, to Batman, which says a lot considering the fact that he had made a contingency plan for every Avenger, every hero, including his own teammates, including himself, yet this one character was completely unknown, zero plans if she were to go rogue. And that drove Bruce crazy. Her file was blank. Every vital information was marked with the word 'unknown'. It had been making Bruce paranoid for years since she had appeared next to the Avengers.

The reassurance from the Avengers never helped. It was as if something was gnawing at him. After all how could he trust them anyways? (careful Bruce your trust issues are showing)

One of the only things they knew about her is that she is the main hacker/coder for the Avengers, hence the reason why the Avengers digital security was admittedly better than the Justice League's and how much faster they got, what should be, classified information. (no matter how much Bruce wants to deny it)

And her codename, Special Agent Reaper. No she wasn't originally an Avenger, she was crowned the most skilled assassin of this era, working under S.H.I.E.L.D and one of the sole reasons why all of the HYDRA agents that have sneaked into S.H.I.E.L.D have been successfully taken out, her name would pass by in the wind every so often, they might be rumours or the truth but no one truly knows. Hell even Ra's Al Ghul, The Demon’s Head, had acknowledged her once. Even Talia had admitted that Damian's fighting technique was made to mirror The Reaper's, the only difference is he used katanas while the Reaper, fittingly, uses a scythe.

But one thing was for sure. If you saw the shadow of a hooded figure you better run, though at that point it might be too late.

As the saying goes, "Beware of the Grim Reaper. Wherever it goes death follows closely behind.”

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“Ah! Brucie! Here you are!” Tony said, wine in hand as he approached Bruce at the gala. Well that was a first. He usually never played into the Brucie persona. Well nonetheless the show must go on.

“Tony!” Bruce threw himself at the other billionaire, acting as if he was drunk, ignoring the way Tony’s expression turned into a grimace for a split second.

As usual, they were both around other pretentious socialites who never seemed to run out of questions.

“Ah! Tony, I heard Stark Industries have been bringing in more money than ever.”

“Oh yes! It’s all because of this prodigy i had found. She actually was the reason why Stark Industries and Wayne Enterprises had a collab. I might even give the company to her when I retire!" He let out a laugh that seems to emanate the word 'rich', a small smirk stayed on his lips as he heard the guests at the gala begin to whisper.

"Oh? Is that so? Then I would love to meet the person I have been working with this entire time." Tim Drake-Wayne said as he finally came out of the corner where he would usually stay in to observe rather than interact.

"Be my guest." A subtle challenge, as if Tony was daring him to go through with it as they locked eyes. A smirk on one face while a well practiced smile on the other.

Bruce let out a light hearted laugh as he tightened his grip around Tony, a subtle warning to stay away from his son, "Well then I wouldn't mind arranging a meeting! I'm sure you wouldn't mind the others joining." His tone had a slight change that even the most observant wouldn't realise.

Bruce could barely keep up the 'Brucie' act with Tony bragging about how Stark Enterprises profits have shot up with him finding a 'prodigy' and someone who will take over the company once he retires.

"Not at all. The more the merrier. I assume you wouldn't mind me inviting more people as well." Tony sipped his wine, he wasn't one to back out from a challenge, especially when he is so confident.

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This certainly wasn't how the Justice League and the Avengers expected their next meeting to happen. A petty fight between the two men that singlehandedly funds their respective teams causing all of them to be in one room together.

"Well then, Stark. Where is this prodigy that you speak so highly of?" Bruce said as he sported his famous batglare.

"I assure you she is on her way. She should just be right about done with her mission." Tony replied with the same tone, shooting a glare as well.

Meanwhile the two teams were watching this as if it was the most entertaining show they have seen.

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.

.

"Hey I'm here." Y/n entered the hall, still wearing her assassin suit, though her signature black hood was down, revealing her face.

Silence seemed to engulf the room.

"Kid... Your hood."

"...Fuck."

hi! i might have disappeared for a month :D To those who are waiting for more parts of DC x Super/Kent!Reader it will come... eventually. I'm having the biggest writer's block for that specific AU so uhm yeah! I wasn't really planning on making that AU a series since it was mostly just me being bored and writing for the lols but since it received so much attention [thank you guys so much!] I have to do it now. i was doing some worldbuilding and already know how I want the reader to be and allat but I cant really think of how to shape the story ukukuk. so yeah stay tuned for that! also this thing was also just a blurb. Might make somewhat of continuation parts if I feel like it. [Also the neglected!batsis! fanfics I've been reading is getting to me. i have a feral urge to create a diff AU series for that] Also would you guys be interested in me creating a twitter/insta account or like a tele channel to post random things

I love your neglected reader stories! Can I request a neglected!reader who is like The Herta from HSR?

The Batcave was colder than usual.

Maybe it was the absence no one wanted to name—the fact that a certain room upstairs had collected dust. Or maybe it was the chill seeping from the screen now glowing bright blue, flooding the cave with that mocking, familiar voice:

“Finally caught up? How predictably slow of you.”

Jason stared at the life-sized projection in front of them. Damian’s fists clenched. Tim had gone pale. Even Bruce—stoic, silent Bruce—stood frozen.

The girl on the screen looked like you. Doll-like. Pretty. Blank-eyed. You, but not.

“Is that her?” Dick asked, voice barely above a whisper.

The figure blinked, tilted its head, then smirked.

“No. But thanks for noticing I was missing—for once. You’re only, what, a year late?”

“Y/N,” Bruce said lowly. “Where are you?”

“Tch. You don’t get to ask questions now, Father. Or pretend you care.”

They all flinched at the way you said "father." So robotic. So clinical. Like it was a word you’d dissected long ago and found wanting.

You were the ghost of the manor. The quiet one. The weird genius they never really knew how to talk to.

When you were younger, you'd tug on Tim’s sleeve, showing him your blueprints for a self-aware drone. He patted your head and said “Later, Y/N.”

When you built a 97% accurate facial recognition bot at 13, Bruce said, “Good. But don’t touch the Batcomputer.”

When Damian insulted your emotional detachment, you responded with perfect calm: “I don’t require praise or love to exceed expectations. Unlike you.”

And when they forgot your birthday—twice—you stopped expecting anything. Anything human, anyway.

So you built something better. Yourself. Perfectly replicated. Dozens of you, scattered across Gotham, interacting with them. Testing them. Taunting them.

Not one of them noticed you were never really there.

Now the real you stood in a lab, miles below Gotham’s crust. Surrounded by dolls. Ice-blue lights shimmered across your porcelain skin, perfectly unblemished. The same expression as always: bored, superior, untouchable.

One of your AIs turned to you. “Shall I begin Phase 3, Mistress?”

You yawned. “Let them squirm a little longer.”

You turned to the camera, tapping your cheek like a bratty noble.

“Maybe I’ll come back. Maybe I won’t. But next time you want to play family, try remembering I was always the smartest one in the room.”

Then you smiled—that smile—all sugar and venom.

“Oh. And Bruce? The doll you hugged last week? That wasn’t me. But I bet she faked love better than I ever could.”

The screen flickered off. Silence.

Then Dick broke. “We lost her.”

“No,” Bruce murmured, hands curling into fists. “We threw her away.”

Meanwhile, you spun slowly in your chair, humming off-tune.

Around you, perfect replicas turned their heads in unison. Your little army of Yous.

“Let them chase a ghost,” you said softly. “Let them miss what they never wanted.”

You tapped your boot against the floor. One of the dolls brought you a frozen drink with a pink umbrella.

You sipped, smug and satisfied.

You didn’t need the Batfamily.

You had yourself.

- Poor baby۶ৎ

BATFAM X NEGLECTED READER.

IMP: Sucide, child neglection, torture.

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

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

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

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

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

Your title of being Robin was rip from you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, simple... Just enjoy the show"

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

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

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

"Oh definitely! She ruin the mood... That's why we... the best members of the family do thing's in secret"

"She asked me to kept this diary of her's a secret and God she's a crybaby... I've read the whole thing and I cannot stop laughing"

"Oh! C'mon this is a great tea! let's read it!"

"Isn't that invading her privacy?"

"... She's not here"

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

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

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

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

You've been crying hysterically.

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

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

"Nobody... love me? Why?"

"It's because you're just not supposed to be loved" Joker replied still smiling.

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

"Im a good student, im polite... I should be loved! it's unfair... I just wanted to be loved "

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

"I deserve to be loved!... I just want my family to love me"

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

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

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

Joker let you off free no torture atleast not physically.

"Dad... could we talk please?"

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

"Im busy"

Right, too busy saving everybody's else and watching you rot...

"Please... I need you"

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

"Im busy, go disturb Richard"

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

With that said you began to search for Richard...

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

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

"Jay... could you please listen to me, life is really hard and today I enco-"

"Listen up princess"

he began, looking down at your small frame.

"Life is hard, everybody had it hard... Not everything is about you and unlike you, we don't bitch around... We deal with it"

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

"We're not spoiled like you. This is why the rest of the family Don't like being around you... You always complain like a baby"

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

"Excuse me?"

"Go away... we're having a family moment"

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

"Yeah... you're ruining the mood here"

"Can you get some popcorn tho?"

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

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

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

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

This is such a bad one im sorry.

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!"

꒰Tired in the Dark: Batfam x Toddler! Reader,.꒱

Masterlist

Let's say a criminal decided to attack Gotham's main power source at the dead of night, leaving the entire city pitch black and even more eerier than it usually was.

While Bruce is away dealing with the issue he left you in the care of your siblings.

"Where's the toddler, they were here five minutes ago?" Jason asked as they frantically searched your room.

First it was Tim, then it was Damian, now it's you. They weren't even sure how you managed to get out of your room while keeping absolutely no noise whatsoever.

"Oh God, we lost another one" Dick yelled into the darkness of the manor.

"We're dropping like flies?!!" Dick continued his panicking.

"Shut up" Jason yelled.

Meanwhile the three of you were wondering around the pitch black manor, your small frame clutching tightly onto the fabric of Tim's shirt.

You weren't a big fan of the dark, so when you woke up from your little nap to see that your room went from bright and colorful to dark and scary you immediately burst into tears. (How Dick and Jason didn't hear your crying is a wonder)

Your cries were like a mini bat signal, alerting everyone in the area that you'd awoken from your short nap and making them immediately flocking to the area.

And by them I mean Tim and Damian.

So currently you were rested on the hip of your tired older brother while Damian followed quietly behind you.

"I swear these idiots always forget that we have a generator" Tim mumbled to himself but Damian still picked up on it.

"You seem to be one of those idiots as well, seeing as you've only waited till now to actually turn on the generator" Damian scoffed.

"Just shut up and hold them" he passed you over to Damian with little struggle, your body seems to have exhausted all of it's energy crying and screaming out so it seems that your ready to head off into another nap.

Damian noticing your tiredness quickly rested your sleeping figure on his hip and shifted your head into his shoulder.

"You could've just left them in their room to sleep, I would have been their making sure they were safe while the lights are out" Damian stated with slight irritation.

"You think I'm gonna leave my baby sibling in a room with a trained assassin, not happening"

Before Damian could reply the lights quickly flickered on, immediately lighting up the dark space they stood in.

The brightness of the light making you press your face even further into his chest, effectively blocking out all the light.

The little shift bringing his attention down to your already sleeping form.

"Looks like we gotta get them back to their bed" Tim said finally taking in the tired slump that was your little body

"That's what I've been saying this whole time" Damian sneered at him

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You don’t mean to wander. It’s never on purpose. You’re not looking for berries or firewood or someplace to be alone.

It just… happens.

One minute you’re standing by the cabin with Jackie’s hand brushing yours, her voice tugging at the air like thread, soft, teasing, safe, and the next minute, you’re somewhere else. Somewhere quieter. You’re not even sure when you walked off. Not really. The trees aren’t even that different from the ones near camp, but now they’re closer together. Everything is muffled like it’s under snow, even though it hasn’t fallen yet.

You hug your arms around yourself and try to remember how far you went. Try to remember if anyone saw it. You didn’t mean to leave. You didn’t mean to worry anyone.

“Babe?” It’s Jackie’s voice, breaking through the quiet, “Babe— oh my God, there you are.”

You don’t look up right away, but her sneakers crunch over twigs and dead leaves until she’s right in front of you, hands already reaching, already checking if you’re hurt or shivering or just mentally gone in that way that makes her chest go tight.

“Hey,” she says, more gently now, her hand coming to rest on your elbow, then trailing down to your wrist. “What did I say about going into the woods without me?”

“I wasn’t—” Your voice catches, dry and small. You shift on your feet and try to smile. “I didn’t know what I was doing.”

She doesn’t look mad. She never really does. Even when her heart’s hammering in her chest, even when she’s scared.

“I know,” she says, and she sounds sad in that soft, familiar way she gets sometimes, like she’s hugging you with her voice. “But still. You scared me.”

You look down. “I’m sorry—“

Jackie sighs, as she steps in close and wraps her arms around you without hesitation. It’s not always easy, finding warmth out here. Everything is colder, harsher, even the air. But Jackie is warm, she always is. Especially when you don’t feel like you deserve it.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” she murmurs into your hair. “You just have to stay with me. Alright? Just… stay.”

You nod into her shoulder and feel the way her arms tighten around you like she can sense the way your thoughts try to pull you out of your own skin.

“You were overthinking again, weren’t you?” she says, not accusing, just knowing.

You don’t answer.

“I bet I can guess exactly what it was this time,” she continues, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye. “You were thinking I’m better off without you. Or that I don’t want to be with you anymore. Or that you’re too much.”

It hurts a little how spot-on she is.

“I—” You blink too fast. “It’s not fair that you always know.”

Jackie just smiles, tilting her head and brushing your hair back behind your ear. “No, it’s not, but I do. So listen to me, okay?”

You nod, because you’ll always listen to her, even if your brain still picks every word apart and second-guesses it later.

“Yes, I still love you,” she says clearly. Firmly. Like it’s something you need to hear over and over again until it sinks into your bones. “I’m not leaving, I’m not mad, and you’re not too much. I don’t care how many times I have to say it.”

You sniff, and your arms curl around her again. She’s smaller than she looks, all fine angles and gentle perfume that somehow still lingers in the wilderness. Like a reminder of home.

“I don’t want to be like this,” you admit into the curve of her neck. “I hate how my brain works sometimes.”

Jackie rubs slow circles into your back with the palm of her hand. “I know. But you’re not broken. You’re just you. And I happen to love you.”

You close your eyes, breathing her in.

“You always know exactly what I’m thinking.”

She hums softly. “It’s kind of my job, isn’t it?”

“What, girlfriend-slash-mind-reader?”

“Girlfriend-slash-anchor,” she says, leaning her forehead against yours. “Slash professional reminder that you are not a burden and I want you here.”

You laugh, a weak one, but it’s real.

“Even when I drift off all the time?”

She rolls her eyes and kisses your nose. “Especially then. You think I’d let you go off into the snow alone? Babe, please. If I have to tie a rope around your wrist, I will.”

You laugh softly and lean your weight against her. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.”

You smile, “Yeah, I do.”

She kisses your cheek then and laces your fingers together. Her hand is warm against your cold one, and it squeezes just enough to ground you.

“Come back?” she asks gently.

You nod.

And so you walk back to the cabin together, her arm around your shoulders like she’s afraid you’ll slip away again if she’s not touching you. You probably will, eventually. Your brain always does this. Always pulls the rug out from beneath you when you’re not expecting it. But Jackie’s always there. Always pulling you back in and putting you back together. She doesn’t act like it’s a chore. She’s just always there when you need it.

She makes you tea from some leftover herbs Lottie scavenged earlier that day and puts an arm around your waist when you’re too quiet for too long, nudges your knee with hers at night when you start staring off into nothing.

“Hey- you still with me?” she’ll whisper, and you’ll blink and find her grinning at you, warm and understanding.

One night, while the others are asleep and the fire is still glowing faintly in the fireplace across the cabin, you lean in and whisper, “What if I never get better?”

Jackie rolls onto her side beside you, tucking herself against your chest and resting her head just below your chin, listening to your heartbeat.

“Then I’ll love you like this,” she says simply.

“Like this?”

“Exactly like this,” she says. “Lost in the woods. In your head. A little soft, a little distant. But still you, still mine.”

You smile before you can stop it. “You’re such a sap.”

She kisses the side of your neck. “Takes one to know one.”