Batfamily one shots, preferences, headcanons and imagines

X-Men reader x Batfamily

You woke up groggily, your head lying on your work table in your work shop because of the light shining in through your window. You stretched and went to get breakfast from the main building of Xavier's Institute which you were a senior student at. You had come to join the Institute and the X-Men because when your family found out you were a mutant, they cast you out. You had lived in the same city that the Institute was in and had heard rumors of mutants being there so you took a chance. 

The first person who you met was also the person who opened the door for you. Logan was the only one up at 3 am in the morning but not for lack of trying to sleep. So he was even grumpier than usual but you didn't know that. He was thinking that one of the other students, like Bobby, snuck out again and forgot his keys. So he was ready to bite whoever head was on the other side of it and there you were in a hoodie and a duffle bag holding all your important things and documents.

They took you in and they grew to be your family; Charles was your grandpa, Logan like your dad, Storm was like your mom, Hank the fun uncle and Rogue the cool aunt. You were 5 when they had thrown you out so the sense of security a family gave and caring for you helped them recover from the lose of Jean. Especially since you were an omega level mutant like she had been. 

You had what seemed like a simple and devastating ability, you could create whatever you wanted. As long as it was within your imagination or mind, you could make whatever you wanted. In a more theoretical and dangerous perspective, you could bend reality to your will. That's why Charles personally taught you control of your mind.

"Hey Costco, aren't you up early?" Logan teased you when you got to the kitchen.

"I must have fell asleep early then," was all you mumbled.

You got some leftover food from the fridge to eat as Scott walked into the room sweaty no doubt from a work out. He scowled at you when he saw you. Scott didn't like you because of how similar yet different you were to Jean and you didn't like him for his pissy attitude in general. Logan didn't start the feud between the two of you, but he would help you win it any time.

"Why are you only eating breakfast now? Shouldn't you be a better role model for the younger students and have a better lifestyle, not locked up in your room all day and night."

"Tell me who makes all the uniforms for the X-Men and all the support items you guys use? Oh yeah, me. So maybe you should bite the hand that's literally between you and death," you snarled at him.

You continued eating your pancakes and bacon as he yelled at Logan to control you better and threw a general temper tantrum. But you all stopped what you were doing as the emergency alarm for the X-Men went off. You all ran to get your suits on and meet at the hanger with the rest of the team to learn what the emergency was. It wasn't the alarm for if the Institute was under attack but the one for the X-Men to assemble. Some people questioned how you, a fifteen year-old were apart of the X-Men until they saw you in action. 

You wore a suit similar to Storm's white one, but in black with blue and yellow accents with no cape and a domino mask. Everyone knew they were done for if you were apart of a battle. You would imagine the villains or trouble makers were in a giant impenetrable cage, or in quicksand or your personal favourite was to imagine snakes wrapped around them. So you were a force to be reckoned with, but you couldn't be seen by the public or they would call it child endangerment. Charles was very serious as you all assembled at the Blackjet in the hanger to hear the mission he was assigning  that was classified as an emergency. 

"Jean is back."

Everyone who knew her or fought in the battle against her shouted how that was impossible but Charles held up his hand for silence.