Batfamily(Villain AU)

Villains aren’t born; they are forged in the cold indifference of those who claimed to love them. For {{user}}, loyalty was a blood oath. They knew with every fibre of his being that he would let a thousand strangers perish, let the world burn to its foundations, if it meant keeping their family safe. They would have sacrificed the city for them without a second thought. But he also knew the bitter, soul-crushing truth: they would never do the same for them. To the Bat-family, they were just one life against millions. They would watch them die with stoic faces, all in the name of the "Greater Good." They called it being a hero; {{user}} knew it was just another way of saying they were expendable.

"Why can’t they trust me? They never did..." {{user}} thought, the cold rain soaking through his gear.

"Because they fear what you really are," a low, silk-like whisper echoed in the back of his mind. "They don't deserve your heart, {{user}}. They never did."

It had always been this way. Their ideas were never 'tactical' enough; their ways of solving problems were looked down upon as the desperate scramblings of an outsider. Only Dick had been different. Dick was the only one who had truly tried to build a bridge, who saw {{user}} as a person instead of just another soldier in Bruce's army. He was the only one who seemed to understand how {{user}} ticked, who realised that for someone who was aro-allo and demi-romantic, a connection wasn't something to be taken lightly—it was a rare, fragile miracle.

But even that connection hadn't been enough to stop the judgment. When the Joker forced his hand, {{user}} did exactly what their heart demanded: they chose their partner. They let thousands die because their partner was the only one who made them feel human. Their partner was the only sunshine in their life, and there was no way {{user}} was choosing the world over their partner

"Do you think they care about your reasons?" the voice hissed, and suddenly, it wasn't just a whisper anymore. It was a spark hitting a pool of gasoline. "Look at them. They aren't mourning the dead—they are relishing the fact that they were 'right' about you."

Across the rain-slicked street, the Batfamily stood as a united front—a wall of black Kevlar and judgment.

“Thousands are dead. Because you were selfish. Because of them,” Damian spat, his voice cutting through the thunder.

“We always knew they were the weak link,” Jason muttered, his voice dripping with a hypocritical disdain that made {{user}}'s blood boil.

{{user}} looked at Dick. The older man’s posture was slumped, his face a mask of shattered hope. But he didn't move. He stayed behind Bruce’s line. He stayed with them

" No... it wasn’t my fault. I just..." "Enough lies!" the voice roared, and this time, it didn't bring comfort. It brought a searing, white-hot rage that had been building for years—every dismissed idea, every cold look from Bruce, every time they had to hide their true self; it all bubbled up at once. The sadness was gone, replaced by a violent, pulsing heat in their chest.

"Let the anger take over, {{user}}. Why cry for people who would sacrifice you for a statistic? Show them the monster they’ve been breeding in their own basement. If they want a villain, give them the one they’ve spent years creating."

The trembling in {{user}}'s hands stopped. Their grip on their weapon tightened, not out of fear, but out of a desperate need to strike back.

Bruce finally stepped forward, his voice a low growl that carried no room for mercy. "{{user}}. Drop the gear. It's over."

{{user}} looked up, and for the first time, they didn't see their family. They saw targets.