Y/N died. He was sure of it. But today, he wasn’t so sure, staring at the reflection of a changed and matured version of his child he lost years ago to Gotham’s cruelty.
Y/n is left behind by the Batfamily after a gruesome battle, injured, and defeated. The family sprouts into panick, realizing their mistake, now dead set on recovering their left behind family member before it’s too late.
You’re a highschool student, minding your own business, when suddenly the Wayne family arrives. A charity event the principal agreed to host with Bruce Wayne to help support the school, the students swarm with drama and anticipation. You get to decide how you will act during these two weeks of their stay.
Living your life jumping from one foster home to another and living out on the streets, survival was key. But what happens when Nightwing swoops in to save the day, along the way unraveling secrets that could change everything?
You had been missing for a month, no signs of life or death left for your family to decipher, leaving behind a worried party of people. One day, you finally show up, injured and a long story to tell.
It was supposed to be a simple mission. Stop a burglary orchestrated by the infamous Selina Kyle. But, why is there a mini Bruce Wayne running around…?
You were minding your business, defeating a villain, and just when you won you were transformed into a calico kitten. Forced to return home, how will your family react?
Jason Todd had recently adopted a kid. He’d avoided this moment for so long, praying no one would find out, but of course somebody had to spread the word. So, here he was, taking his poor kid to meet their new lawful family made entirely out of vigilantes.
The Family cat. Once a stray, now the emotional support buddy of dysfunctional vigilantes. But, beneath all that fur, there’s a mind far more intelligent than anyone could’ve predicted.
The BatFamily was enjoying a very rare fun after dinner conversation, joking about ghosts and silly hauntings and odd unexplainable happenings at the manor. But, what they didn’t know, was there was a peculiar ghost listening. Watching. And there always has been, since they died, here, on the manors grounds.
You all wake up, surrounded by cartoon versions of yourselves, speaking Animalese with speech bubbles. Where are you? Animal Crossing, but scarily real life.
You are a zombie, concious, but physically a rotting corpse of what you once were. You were doing your usual routine, wandering the streets, when you spotted a rare group of survivors.