Mask off
What if the batfamily had their own spider?
Content you’ll see here: Batfam, neutral!reader, subtle crossover, weird romcom.
English it’s not my first language so please be patient!
New York City was an important thing for you, of course it was your mother city and also the place that you feel more secure, let’s not talk about the rat problem or the homeless people, let’s just vibe out with it.
You and your mother weren’t people of money, your mother works on a non company, Alchemax, it’s not good paid but enough to let you survive with just a halftime job
You could ask your father for some money but… you don’t know who he is! You just know he is a rich playboy back in Gotham, anyways, neither you or your mother would ask anything from him, it’s not the way you do things
Oh! A surprise note, you’re a spidey, well not just a THE! There’s no one else like you out there, well the meta humans but they’re at cities that you don’t care much about, maybe a little but the only important thing is that they don’t make your job hard.
Speaking of which, you’re doing a great job as a hero beating the shit out of a non important villain, geez they want to ruin your dinner with your mother
Good that you just kicked their face and now they’re out
— Thank god! Okay, let’s do this quick, shall we? — you shot your webs wrapping them around their body, with an approval hum you used one web to take your backpack — Tell the cops that your friendly friend spidey did this —
You ran out of there trying to be as quickly as you can, if you aren’t quick you’ll miss the fancy dinner your mother worked for.
Swinging like you always do, you arrived at a near alley taking off your suit as you pulled out formal clothes doing your best to put them on and take off the suit without flashing anyone, not that there where someone but still
2 minutes before the curfew you entered the restaurant, fixing your hair as you sat down in front of your mother, like a clock a waitress puts a plate of food in front of you, how luxury was this place?
— You made it on time — She said with a serious expression as she started cutting her steak, you did the same — I’m getting better at this — with a chuckle you started chewing the food.
A trivial conversation started, your mom talking about some issues at work as you tell her your issues being a Spidey, after a seconds she looked at you, the smile on her face disappearing
— Love, I have something to tell you — Here it goes, you prepared yourself fixing your posture — give me your shot — You smiled at her
She took a deep breath, her face turning dark
— I need you to go to your father’s — and it felt like your life was falling apart, moving from New York? That was your city! You can’t just abandon it like nothing! — Before you say anything, I know you have responsibilities but so do I, and.. I don’t want to neglect you —
You kept your thoughts, your mother wouldn’t ask you this if she didn’t have to and that felt horrible, you nodded accepting her words.
— Good, you’ll leave this weekend — this is going to suck.
Saturday morning, you were placing your things at the back of the taxi, it felt so wrong to leave but you can’t deny that it’s for the best.
Your mother looked at you, her have filled with regret but determination, she won’t ask you to stay and that makes you sick because you know that she’ll need to this.
— I need you to be safe there, Gotham isn’t like New York — she said as long as you turned to see her, you nodded walking to her and she kissed your forehead — I will mom—
Now on the car you think, you are leaving New York with no one to care care of them, the anxiety is on your stomach as you try to think that no one would do something
Dr. Octavia is in jail, the green gobbling too and many of them are too, maybe little criminals but you want to think the cops would do their job or at least you want that.
The taxi dropped you at the airport and you took the airplane, by the night you’re now waiting for one of your father’s employees to take you out, with a sigh you type a text to your mother
— Are you miss (last time)? — an old man ask you and you turned to see him, with a nod you walked to the limousine.
An awkward silence filled the car as you tried to think of something else, you do know your father has another 4 children and you can’t but think they’re going to be bratty as hell.
You took a glimpse of the streets, they’re even more nasty than New York’s
— Im Alfred Pennyworth, by the way, I know you may be curious about your new home but don’t worry, Wayne family will treat you nice — the way he talked about it made you shiver
It felt weirdly wrong to not be able to tell, your spider sense won’t tell you about social damage and that pisses you off.
A few more minutes passed and you were already at the manor, for the last time you checked your clothes leaving the limousine
You don’t know why did they send you this when it was only you, you sighed again following the butler to the living room
— You must be (reader) — a man, you recognized him as Bruce Wayne greeted you with a smile and you analyzed his looks
That… didnt looked like poor Brucie, he shakes your hand, before you could pull away he pulls you but to hug you
— Im so happy to know you — another shiver, this man doesn’t know about consent.
He gives you a tour that you can’t remember now, anyways, you’ll be there only for a weeks and you’ll be back at New York, right?
— You’ll be attending the same school as my youngest, Damian — he said smiling at you, you had to lay your head showing your confusion for him to notice
— Oh, you don’t know your brothers.. we’ll have a dinner tonight for you to meet them —
He pats your shoulder leaving you there, you looked around assuming that this is your room, much bigger than the one you have on New York but that can work, you didnt notice when your bags were there
That butler sure is good, you think before sending your mom a text
Maybe she’s still at work you think, yeah, that’s it
You smiled scrolling through your phone, your friends asking you if you arrived safely, you’re going to miss them but you remind yourself that you’ll be there in a couple of weeks.
How many hours passed? You looked at the battery on your phone.. 27%
Before you could do anything, there’s a knock on the door
— Miss (Reader), dinner is ready — you made a sound making sure he knew you heard him before getting up
You sighed, how many times did you do it? You left your room following your intuition and magically it did lead you to the dining room, there, around four people were sitting there making you feel nervous
Where could you sit? You looked for an empty place but Alfred makes his way in front of a chair pulling it out of you, you thank him before sitting down.
— (Reader) let me introduce you to Dick, my oldest — you looked at the man who smiled making you smile at him, he looks like a good guy — Tim and this little tanned boy is Damian — you followed his gaze trying to memorize the faces
Well, they’re quite different so it would be easy
Wait, didnt Bruce Wayne have a fourth child? Weird, maybe you did your research wrong, anyways.
The dinner was silence, you were but everyone keeps talking to each other about things that you don’t know but you don’t plan to guess either
— You don’t look like father — The tanned guy, you assume it was Damian, say that looking at you with a completely blank face, you had to look at Bruce Wayne to notice that indeed, you don’t look anything like him — How do we know you’re his kid? —
Ouch, you can’t blame him, he’s a person of money of course you have to pay attention to details just to about scams, but you had to thought
You’re sure exactly like your mother, like, same hair and eyes maybe yours it’s a different hair type but that doesn’t matter
You sighed, there’s nothing you can use to prove that you’re nothing but a kid sent to take care of, something you sure hate
— Im sure my mom did a DNA test, Mr. Wayne sure has it — you said chewing your meat, you can hear a cough
— You can just call me dad — this person, Bruce Wayne looks like a person yearning for being part of you life and you can’t but think that he is like this because of what he suffered as a kid
Someone seeking for attention, nothing like you actually.
— It’s okay Mr. Wayne — You refused to give this man what he wanted, instead smiling as a way to shut his words, he looked hurt and you can’t blame him not when your words sounded harsh — Im just here until my mom feels is good for me to go back home —
But instead of receiving an answer you heard nothing, you raised an eyebrow but before you could say anything
— Im sure hungry for dessert! Aren’t you, little bird? — you waited for the person Dick mentioned to reply, nothing, you realized he was talking to you
— Me? Uhm, I don’t actually eat dessert — you mentioned new to this short chat, you sure did when you had the moment to eat a fancy dinner, this sure wasn’t but whatever
— Really? Well, you have to get used to it — you still don’t understand the rich people and their actions.
The way to the school was silent, sure Damian is younger than you but only by a few years so you still had to be with him at school, speaking of which
This is nothing like the public school you used to go to, you’re sure that this place isn’t something fancy because they’re various type of students, not just the typical white students from an American comedy.
Walking through the halls as you wrote the steps you just did in your head to not forget them on your first day, sure it is a huge school but your intuition may help right.
You opened the door of the classroom making your way to an empty seat, the class didnt last long ‘til it started, you didn’t hear much of what the teacher she was saying until she started passing list
— (Reader) Wayne? — you made a confuse expression
— Here, and it’s (Last name) not Wayne — you said not wanting to be disrespectful but the idea of being placed as a rich person made you feel sick.
The teacher looked at the papers on her hands humming
— It says that you’re a Wayne, im sorry — so it wasn’t a thing she said because she knew who your father was
So weird.. maybe they did this so you won’t need of your mother, anyways, you’ll be here only for a couple of days.
The class continued like it should, the others did too so you found yourself on your way home sitting beside Damian who was scrolling through her phone
— Uhm, Mr. Pennyworth — you called
— You can call me only Alfred, miss — that sent a shiver through your back, you couldn’t
— Yeah, uh, it looks like I’m not being called by my last name on the school system —
The man stays silence before he chuckled, you assumed that it was of how weird it sounds, but you guess he would have it cover
— You’re a Wayne — Damian said, rising his gaze from his phone, you had to whisper a low “excuse me?” For him to show you something
And for second time in this week, you felt your heart going down
Alchemax, the place were your mother work exploded in an accident just the night before, how could you? Wait
The looks everyone gave you at the dinner, did they already know? But how could your mother know that it was going to happen?
But the way back was silent.
