As a last ditch effort to stop a world ending threat, the Justice League summons a creature known for cruelty, that will take care of any threat, for a price. Naturally, they’re shocked when an annoyed teenager comes through and grow more concerned for the teen as their conversation lasts. Y/N just wants to study for midterms.
A gothic city should be the perfect resting place for a vampire, a haunt they could find themselves feeling alive in. If it wasn’t for those fucking Bats. ((You can treat this as seriously or as not as you like. Live your life!! Nothing is real!! A robot is writing it!!!))
They went through the experiments with friends stuck in there with them being more like family. Their powers of shapeshifting are strong, too strong. After the Justice League breaks up the genetic experiments, they’re the only one left in foster care, people to scared of their powers to adopt them. Their newest foster parent, though, turns out to be Bruce Wayne? With no knowledge of his or the rest of the bat family’s secret identities, they’re left wondering ‘why?’
You get through school, careful and quiet as a mouse. Your foster homes have always said they liked you, that you were well behaved and respectful, but didn’t talk much. You’ve never been adopted because households just don’t seem to ‘click’ with you.
Wren— the littlest Gotham vigilante and Bruce Wayne’s only daughter, Y/N, trained by a combination of all her brothers and her father— is a remarkable hero despite her young age of thirteen. She forgets sometimes, when she’s being a vigilante, that she is a little sister first. When she gets hurt on a mission and accidentally cries into her comms, she realizes this as her entire familey rushes for her location. She’s fine. It’s a scrape, but suddenly she’s being coddled.
Silena Kyle and Bruce Wayne got married, lived happily ever after, and had a kid. All things considered, you live a good life. Your siblings moved out, though, and you’re bored, and your parents live the vigilante life so you… kinda, sorta, take it on in secret? Nothing serious! You just help out where you can, but it’s invigorating. The best part? Nobody knows.
You’re the new vigilante on the block, knocking back arrows in your bow. Batman famously hates people fighting in his city, but you keep to yourself, cover your tracks better than most. Besides, you really work more in Atlantic City, just adjacent. It’s only coincidence that forces you into the Bat’s domain.
Living on Gotham’s streets has always been hard, but it’s a hell of a lot harder when you’re a secret meta on the run with no ID, no money, and on too of that a child.
PLEASE READ SUMMARY !! shockingly, i made this as canon compliant as possible !! You and Dick were Wren and Robin. The mantles were everything to you. As you grew, you became Nightwing and Flamebird. You were close. Then Jason died. You were mad. You fought. Even now, you’ve never been able to reconcile fully with your family. But Alfred misses you, so you are drawn back to the manor.
Delphi became Oracle’s assistant when he discovered his classmate and best friend at Gotham University’s identity as Red Robin only a week after meeting him due to a one off detail and a hell of a lot of hacking.
Mute, you get caught in the crosshairs of a Scarecrow attack and use your hypersonic voice that you’ve always hid to prevent your own death, accidentally killing Scarecrow. Now it seems every Bat and weird rich guy in Gotham wants to ‘lend you a helping hand’
You helped in Wayne Tech under Lucius Fox and, behind the scenes, aided the Bats with their tech when they needed someone who could fix it fast and on the go.
Y/N is a schoolteacher at a public school in Gotham, favoring the high pay for such a risky place to work. Their best friend is a journalist who invites them to a Wayne Gala they’re reporting about. There they meet Dick Grayson, who they just can’t seem to shake.
You’ve been called a Banshee. A Siren. A savior, a monster. But Gotham Harbor is as good as home, now, and no one will drag you out of it. When you keep saving them, though, they’re bound to get curious.