Batfam x Reader

Busted

(Batfamily x Batsis!Reader)

Summary: You knew that sneaking out was risky but you were so sure you wouldn't get caught, boy were you wrong

Requested: yes, by a striking anon

Request: I would like to request one where batsis sneaks out to a party and does something she regrets (gets drunk or ends up sleeping with someone) please

Warning/s: none

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You'd think that sneaking out would be easier than sneaking back in, but nope, not when Batman is your dad. There were a number of traps in the mansion yard. Jesus Christ just because your dad id Batman that doesn't mean he can trap you and your siblings in here like you were some caged animals, but you guess it's because he worries and loves all of you.

After finally passing the traps successfully you went to the party your friend invited you to, the was already a massive pile of drunk and, some even high teenagers. You tried getting though the crowd looking for your friends. You found them in the kitchen playing what it seems to be Most Likely.

It's a drinking game where everyone sits in a circle and one player asks a "most likely" question, on the count of three, everyone points to whoever they think would be most likely to do whatever act was mentioned. Then you have to take a drink for every person who's pointing at you, so if like seven people are pointing at you you have to take seven drinks.

Your friend spotted you and called you over to sit next to them and play. You rolled your eyes and sat down playing the game. "Okay guys, who do you think is most likely to get kidnapped by someone?" And everyone pointed at you, everyone, all 12 people playing.

"Wha- what the hell guys? Why me?"

"Well your dad is Bruce Wayne, they could want money out of him for your life."

"Crap, you're right. Fine, pass me the shots."

You chunked the shots down, immediately feeling a burn in your throat, but strangely the buzz from it seemed to make you feel more awake.

After many rounds, and many shots, you were completely drunk. You don't remember everything from the party, but you do remember a lot of dancing, loud music, someone screaming "FUCK THE POLICE!" and police soon after that.

Everything from the point of running out of the house, you remember really small things. Like sneaking back to the house and falling hard on your bedroom floor then yelling "I'm good" and pretty much everything after that is just a blur.

You woke up in your bed through Titus' barking, you guessed Dami was with him playing catch or something. The moment you tried to get out of your bed the headache and nausea followed and suddenly the toilet became your new best friend.

"Well young miss I hope you see the consequences of your actions." You heard the British voice of your butler/grandpa. "Ugh Alfred please, I do not need this right no-" your gag cut you off as you buried your head back in the toilet.

"Hmm, you remind me of your father when he was younger," Alfred snickered, "There is breakfast waiting for you downstairs with some aspirin. Good luck." Good luck? The f is that crap? Why and what for would you need luck?

After 20 minutes your stomach calmed down and you were ready to go downstairs for that aspirin and maybe some breakfast. You walked into the dinning room and everyone turned to look at you. You were like a deer caught into the light.

Dick was the first one who talked, "Soooo sissss, how did you spend your night?" You almost widen your eyes at that moment but controlled yourself and acted casual, "What do you mean bro? I just hung out with my friends." You said calmly even though you were screaming on the inside. You sat down on your seat and grabbed juice and the aspirin.

"Why are you taking the aspirin? Does you head hurt or something? Hmmmmm?" Jay asked you as he got all up in your face. You raised an eyebrow at him, "Yes it does hurt, I don't see how that's relevant."

You missed the exchanged glances between the four brothers, then Tim's voice was heard, "Well (y/n) what did you and your friends do?" You shrugged, "Nothing much. Why do you ask?" The boys groan, it seemed like the couldn't crack you. But then Damian happened.

"Alright sister we know you went out to a party and got stupidly drunk! You imbeciles don't need to be subtle but forward." After that he just sat down like it was no problem. Your mouth was hung, much like the boys'. You tried defending yourself but it didn't work out as you thought it would, "Wha- n-no I wasn't, I didn't."

"(y/n) stop," your dad's voice rang through the room, "The cameras picked up on you clumsily trying to get back into your room. You are not very sneaky babygirl."

"What no, I was, like, super sneaky." Bruce just pulled up the security video and it showed you stumbling around the yard then falling on your side and finally getting into your room to fall once again. You blushed at the video, it's embarrassing, your dad's Batman and you looked like any drunk person out there.

"Hey sis?"

"Yeah Dickie?"

"YOU'RE BUSTED!"