✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚎 | 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗 | 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

A hand fiddles with a lock, eventually snapping it open. The window finally opens, lifting up the window they lightly step into the room.

Wayne throws his keys onto the table, still grasping his nephew's pic. Glancing to his room, he sees a figure between the cracks. A white face echoed through the house. Wayne quickly grabs his bat and rushes in, making the person tumble to the floor. "Get the Fuck out of My House!" He shouts raising his fists, the light clicks on.

A girl lay there, scratched up, wearing a crooked mask. He lowers the bat, "What are you doing in my house..?" They blink a few times before sitting up. "Your house looks abandoned sometimes." He throws the bat to the side, hearing it cackle against the floor. He looks around the room, messy- but not from its usual owner. The police had ransacked the place in the investigation, and he hadn't had the heart yet to walk in. "Kid- have you eaten yet.?" The girl leans up, "uh-Nope." "Come on." He waves them over. "And close that window!" Y/n closes the window before following the cranky man, unaware of the two glowing red eyes watching.

They sat in front of the bowl of microwavable rice. Like it was alien to them, Wayne takes a seat in front of them with a sigh. The chair groaned with him as he sat, "So- where's your parents?" He looks into the eyes peeking from the porcelain mask. A doll face, painted and posh. They pick at their food, before looking at the man again. Finally, Y/n slightly lifts up the mask to take a bite. They smile and pick up the pace. Wayne watches the strange girl scarf down the small bowl. Eddie used to be the same way when he came from school before he started coming home later and later. Wayne's hands graze over the pic in his fingers.

"I like your pic." They place the fork back in the now-empty bowl. "What's your name, kid?" Y/n slides the mask down and taps the edge lightly. "Y/n." Wayne nods lightly, that was obviously a fake name. With a sigh, he continues, "Did you run away?" Nothing. "Look, you're old enough to make your own decisions- I'm not gonna turn you in alright?" Y/n seemed to like that decision because they spoke up again. "Nice one." He wipes his face lightly, "Look you can stay here for the night- and We'll figure something out tomorrow okay?" "A bed sounds nice." Wayne picks up the bowl, sliding it into the dirty sink. "Wait here. It's a mess in there."

Their finger began to tap again on the edge of their mask. Y/n's fingers paused the moment they felt it, that same little prick they felt under their eye. Somewhere there was something that wasn't supposed to be there. they lightly grab the dropped bat and open the stained slider doors. "If you're there." They begin, "I hope you know- I'm never leaving you alone again." The girl steps back in, unaware of the effect the words had- on the wrong person.

How those threatening words felt so much different to him, that even though they weren't meant for him- he took them to heart. That the Eddie Munson wouldn't be alone anymore, no matter how different he looked, how different he ate, how different he felt.

Y/n lays in the unfamiliar bed, "uhm-" Wayne opens his mouth to say something but can't find the words. "Good night. Kid." It almost brought him to tears. It felt all too familiar, all in the same room. "I'm sorry." Was all they said, pulling up the covers. Buckling the back of their mask further, they turned in bed. Feeling that same prick spread through their cheeks.

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For the next four weeks, the unexpected visitor had slept in that bed, ate with Wayne and was missing all other hours of the day. Much like a stray cat. Wayne saw something in you, every time you picked up one of Eddie's shirts in confusion or oddly danced to music. How you looked at him. The same way he had looked at him when he first came here. Wayne's heart began to mend because every night at the same time you'd always be waiting for him at the dinner table, ready to listen to whatever he had to say. For a man of little words, you managed to squeeze it out of him. Not that you talked all that much either.