#dark batman

[lycheeloving]

yandere!Batman wanting to marry you (by which I mean: making you wear a ring, because he can't really drag you to a courthouse after having kidnapped you) and the ring he gives you is one that used to belong to his mother.

So of course the first thing you do is throw the ring out of the window, insult him, maybe make fun of the ring (indirectly insulting his mother) and tell him you'll never marry him.

Even if Bruce has been very patient and understanding with you before, I think that would be his breaking point. Have fun looking for that ring! Better hope it's not raining outside, because you won't be allowed back in the manor until you're wearing it on your ring finger and convincingly asking him to forgive (and marry you), otherwise you'll spend a lot of time out in the cold (and it's not like you can use your time outside as a chance to escape, there's no way you could make it over the fence surrounding the garden).

After that he'll make some changes to the ring, using his fancy tech to make sure you can never take it off again, obviously.

[nosyp]

The Captive Heart

Warning = Kidnapping, captivity, lots of deaths, violent (very), noncon, degrading nicknames

Pairing = Batman x reader, slight Joker x reader, Seiji (oc) x reader

Summary = Batman has been keeping you captive and unsurprisingly, you hate him to pieces. Then, the joker kidnaps you and offers something for you to kill Batman. Hearing that, you reluctantly agreed.

Word count = 5.1k

Note = Both Bruce and Joker dies, you end up alone. Practically every1 dies, including you. This is purely a work of fiction, you do not want this or need this. Don't read if you can't handle violence, noncon or dark stuff. Minors DNI 🔞

You woke up in a dark and empty room, it was dimly lit by the small lightbulb on the ceiling which flickered every few moments. You had no recollection of what happened at all, nor how you even got in this position or place.

You were trapped, enclosed by three solid walls and a fourth wall of cold, unforgiving steel bars. Suddenly, you heard sounds of a key jingling and you saw a strange looking man wearing a purple suit. Your face contorted into a weird expression and looked him up and down. He opened the door to your cell and went inside. 

“How're you?... nah nevermind, I don’t give a fuck.” he says while walking towards you. Using his gloved hands, he grabbed your face and forced you to look into his eyes. You tried to pull away in disgust and fought back against his grip.

“Look at me you dumb bimbo!” he exclaimed.

You were caught off guard and quickly fell in line. You stared back into his eyes and gave him a small smile.

“What? You mad you can’t beat Batman, even after all these years?” you questioned, with a smirk on your face.

He grunted in response and released the grip on your face roughly, slightly pushing you back. “I have an offer for you…” he says, turning away from you.

Grabbing the bars of the cell, he looks out. “I want you… to…” he pauses, adding a dramatic suspense to his own dialogue. He turns back at you swiftly and says,”to kill Batman,”

Your body froze and you had no idea how to respond. It was known that you were an apprentice to the one and only Batman but no one had dared to capture you and talk to you like this. Most criminals would try to avoid Batman… but this bitch. This purple suited, green haired man was obsessed with him.

“Answer me, you- you,” he gasps out. He looked as if he was going insane, he was fidgeting with his hands and pointed at you.

“ANSWER ME!” he yelled out again. You didn’t respond and only stared back at him. Rage grew inside him from your lack of response. You could see it in his eyes and it satisfied you. Though you hated Batman just as much as you dislike Joker, you still enjoyed toying with the Joker. 

“HONEYYY!!” a high-pitched voice yelled from outside the room. Joker stepped away from you and went out of your cell, rushing to meet the person calling for him. You assumed it was Harley Quinn. She always served him willingly, it kinda weirded you out but whatever makes her happy. 

Retreating back into the bed, you leaned against the wall. Sighing, you wondered what was happening outside. It had grown quiet, that wasn’t normal at all, especially with the Joker. Gosh, you heard about him often from Batman’s ramblings. They were like a match made in heaven. Both were obsessed with each other, in different ways. It was kind of amusing to you.

Then the realization of what Joker had just asked you seeped in. Did he just ask you to kill Batman? The sound of laughter escaped you, surprising even yourself. It wasn’t a joyful sound, but rather one of disbelief. 

Then, you heard the door unlock again and the same familiar guy comes in. 

“Hey,” you say.

“...” he doesn’t respond, only staring down at you with his bright green eyes. 

“So… do you want me to do it or not?” you ask.

He lets out a sigh and says, “Yes.”

You think for a moment, wondering if this was really the right choice to make. Sure you hated The Bat vigilante to pieces but satisfying the joker wasn’t something you really wanted to do either. 

—

Before you even knew it, you were slipped into a tight, skimpy dress, holding a tray of cocktails, and serving wealthy guests at a lavish gala. The event was hosted by a rich lady, looking to raise money for sick children. It wasn’t your first time attending one of these fancy parties, but it was certainly your first time working as a server. Your hair was tied in a high ponytail, and the tall heels you wore made it hard to move, causing you to stumble every once in a while. 

All the guests were dressed to impress in luxurious outfits. The women wore stunning gowns that glittered in the soft lighting, while the men wore sharp tuxedos with a matching tie. The atmosphere was filled with an air of sophistication, and you couldn't help but feel out of place in your short dress as you walked through the sea of opulence, carefully balancing the tray of cocktails.

You didn’t even know what you were here for. All Joker did was tell you to put on the outfit and go to the party. You had an earpiece on to help you communicate with the joker as you navigated through the venue. 

‘Turn left,’ his voice crackled in your ear, and you followed.

Turning, you stepped into a shadowed passage, the air thick with dust, leading to a heavy door.

“What do you see right now?” he asks, his voice cool.

You pause, eyeing the old door, its wood warped and veins of ivy creeping from the cracks. It was ancient, imposing.

“An old crusty dirty door sir,” you respond, with your hand exploring the cracks of it.

He pauses for a moment, breathing still audible and finally he asks another question, “Well, can you open it?”

Your hands grazed the steel wooden handle of the door then wrapped it around. With all your strength, you pulled hard, but the door didn’t budge at all. 

‘Shoot’ you thought to yourself as you stared at the red marks on your hands. Now there’s evidence present on your skin, maybe you are actually stupid. 

Rushing away from the door, you bumped into someone’s chest making you fall backwards and land on your butt, your hands barely managing to soften the impact. Then you scrambled to your feet while mumbling apologies to the man. “Sorry about that,” you said, glancing up at the man. Then it hit you—he was the man Joker had described: tall, skinny, with dark features... his pale skin making him look almost zombie-like.

Suddenly, he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “Are you Joker’s?"

Shocked, you flinched back, meeting his gaze. It was cold—his eyes seemed to pierce through you, as if searching deep inside. Surprisingly, there was this odd aura around him, it wasn’t a bad nor good one. It was strange. Something was telling you to trust him, you never felt like this before.

“Hello?” his voice pulled you back into the present.

“O-Oh yeah… I am joker’s,” you say, cringing at yourself internally.

“Come then,” he says before guiding you into the same door you tried to open before. His hands went into his pockets and he started rummaging around trying to find something. Then, he pulls out a key ring holding a huge collection of keys. His hands then started shifting around the keys, looking for the one he needed. 

“There it is, hold up,” he mutters to himself. Twisting the lock, he leans his side on the door and pushes it open with a loud creaking sound. The inside of the room was humid, there was water leaking from the pipes above. The room was not well maintained and had moss growing on the walls. Looking around, you found a crate in the corner of the room. 

“What’s in there?” you ask while pointing at the crate.

“Hm… no idea…” he responds. “Try opening it,”

That’s all he says before walking away, essentially leaving you all alone in the dark room. You just stand there, unmoving, with no idea what to do at all. So you try calling for the Joker.

“Hey… you there?”

No response. So you try again.

“Hellooooo? Joker?”

No response again.

Then, the sound of footsteps came again. Looking back, you saw the same familiar man, this time holding a crowbar in his right hand. And before you even knew it, he struck the crate open with the tool. He pushed the lid off the crate and revealed the contents of it. There were spy gear inside as well as a bottle containing a dark green liquid inside. 

“Joker probably wants this,” he states. He then grabs the bottle and hands it to you. 

“Thank you,” is all you say to him before being shoved out of the room. 

Looks like your mission was accomplished, but there was probably more to come. You walk out of the venue through the large grandiose doors and out into the road. 

Then, a car stops in front of you and the windows slide down, revealing the man you know and hate, the Joker. This time he looked neater, his suit wasn’t all scruffled and his hair was actually tamed. Then you looked beside him and spotted a red and blue haired lady, Harley Quinn. She did not seem satisfied at all, her hands were crossed in front of her chest and a visible pout was seen on her face.

‘Oh well,’ you thought to yourself.

The Joker eventually spoke up, “You have what I need?”

“Yeah…” you replied.

“Well then, get in,” he ordered.

You climbed into the back of the car, and the Joker started driving off.

—

Once you arrived back at his lair, you were immediately blindfolded and put into handcuffs, preventing you from making any unnecessary movements or sound. He grabbed the bottle from your hands and walked away, his footsteps getting softer by each second.

You didn’t even care anymore, you just wanted to rest. Today was exhausting, from getting kidnapped to being forced into a party. After a while, your body started relaxing against the cold hard floor and you fell into a deep sleep.

—

Poke poke

You felt a soft poke against your stomach. 

“Are ya awake?” a loud high-pitched voice says.

You don’t respond. 

“Hey? Did ya hear me?” they say again.

CRASH!

Suddenly, you’re violently kicked into a stack of boxes causing most of which fall onto you. The sudden chaos leaves you disoriented and in pain. Not wanting to entertain the other individual, you hold in any noise you want to let out.

“Answer me you idiot!” she says before kicking you again. “Why aren’t you answering me?!?!” she whines. 

‘What a nuisance…’ you think but your thoughts were cut short when they brutally kick you again, over and over again. Blood gushes out of your mouth and they stop.

“So you are awake.” they say before stepping closer to you. 

“I know you’re still alive,” this time their voice was much louder. You assumed they squatted down beside you. Then your feet kicked up and hit their head against the wall hard with a loud bang. They loudly gasp before grabbing your handcuffs and pulling them.

You let out a scream of pain and force your body backwards, making them fall. Using your hands, you pull off the blindfold and make it just in time to dodge the kick from the other person.

Your eyes looked closer and you realized it was Harley the whole time. Without a second thought, you interlock your hands and swung it at her head, knocking her out completely. Ensuring she stays that way, you jump on her arm and put all your weight on her, causing a loud crack to echo in the room.

Breathing heavily, every inch of your body screaming in pain. You struggle against the handcuffs, hoping to free yourself. Then, with a final, determined effort, you pull your hands above your head and force them down, snapping the handcuffs open successfully.

After freeing yourself, you sprinted out of the building, heart pounding as you searched frantically for help. But the lair’s strategic secluded location only made it harder. It was far from any trace of civilization, leaving you hopeless and stranded. Panic rose within you, but exhaustion hit harder. Your legs buckled, and you collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud, consciousness slipping away into darkness.

—

Huh? Where am I?

Once again, your mind raced as you snapped back into alert mode, desperately chasing for survival. Today felt like an endless streak of bad luck. Every time you regained consciousness, it seemed another problem awaited you at your front door. This time, the room was different. Though similarly, it was dark and cold… this time it was bigger and less suffocating. The atmosphere of the room was not too different but not too similar either.

You looked around at the room surrounding you. Only to hear a soft click at the door. 

“Welcome back hon…” a voice breathed out. It was deep. Condescending even. A voice you knew all too well. 

“Batman…?” you whispered, calling out to him. But it wasn’t him, instead it was the billionaire playboy that came out. The guy who had everything in the world handed to him on a silver platter, boy oh boy how much you hated him. He didn’t do anything cruel to you directly, beside whatever this situation is. 

“Bruce… Wayne…?” you called out again.

“Yep… that’s me,”

Confusion clouded your mind as you tried to piece together the fragments of your memory. You remembered being offered something... by a guy? But who was he? Why couldn’t you remember anything? It felt as though your brain had been plucked straight out of your head, leaving you in a haze.

Then, you felt hands wrap around you, pulling you into a hug. Bruce’s hands. The touch was unmistakably familiar—far too familiar for someone you’d never seen, let alone experience this kind of proximity with.

‘What the heck is happening…?’

A warm breath crept over your neck, sending a cold shiver down your spine. Then, the billionaire started planting kisses all over your throat, leaving a trail of hickeys behind causing a warm feeling to grow between your legs. You moaned against his affection as he continued his pursuit on your neck.

Slowly by slowly, his hands started exploring further down your body, ending at the waistband of your pants. The feeling was overwhelming, pleasure only increased inside you the further this went on…

Then suddenly, something inside of you snapped. The haze lifted, and the realization hit you like a tidal wave—you didn’t want this. You didn’t want him.

Realizing this, you grabbed his arm and shoved it off, completely detaching your body from his. His arms shot up in shock and he backed away from you. 

Suddenly, memories flashed through your mind, snapping back into place like puzzle pieces. The truth became undeniable. You realized with a chilling clarity that Bruce Wayne was, in fact, Batman. The revelation hit you like a lightning bolt, striking you down with intense brutality. Everything fell into place—his strange behavior, his presence in the shadows and all the other weird stuff. The man you thought you always saw on screen, was living a double life, and now, you were a part of it whether you wanted to be or not.

No. No. You didn’t fucking want this. No you didn’t. 

In a blink of an eye, his hands were on your arm, gripping tightly it would bruise. You pulled your arm in an attempt to get him off, it didn’t work. His grip was relentless, not letting go of your arm. You forced your arm backwards towards him, hitting him multiple times in the chest with your elbow. He bounced back from the pain and twisted your arm, you swore you could hear cracks. 

With a loud scream, you forcefully get his hand off of you and dash for the door. But unluckily for you, it was locked and there were no signs of a key anywhere. 

“Looking for this?” he speaks up, dangling the keys in front of you with a smug smile.

Your body was trembling at this point, you didn’t know how much more you could take. 

“Shut up. I know it’s you Batman,” you spit out.

“Of course you do… clever girl…” he says, slowly stepping towards you. 

Then, he leaned down to your eye level and stares at you with a deathly glare. “If you want it, earn it, you fucking whore.”

Gulping down your pride, you only lean back onto the wall as you let him do anything to you. A violent ripped through the silence as he shreds your clothing into pieces, leaving you bare. Tears started welling up in your eyes and sliding down your cheeks before falling onto the ground. 

“Stop crying or else I’m gonna fuck it out of you,” he threatens.

“No… please…” you pleaded with him. He ignores your cries and pleads. Then you flinch, feeling a foreign object poking at your entrance. Then, he shoves a finger inside you, inducing a moan out of you. 

Slowly, he adds more and more fingers till he manages to fit 4 fingers, stretching you with such agonizing pain. Squelching sounds echoed whenever he thrusted the fingers in and out of you. Feeling your high coming closer, you moaned faster and faster. Just for him to pull out before you could release. 

“You don’t deserve to cum,” he says coldly, shattering the silence of the room.

Then, he proceeds to unbuckle his pants, gently pulling out his cock from inside his pants, revealing his hard member. His tip was glistening with precum, and was a deep shade of pink. Fear suddenly surged through you as you flinched back, unable to steady your breath. The sobs came in sharp bursts. The weight of everything crashed eluded you, turning into fear. Tears blurred your vision, and you could barely think past the panic consuming you. Every part of you wanted to scream to escape, but knowing Bruce, the room was probably soundproofed. 

“No no no please that’s too big… no no please…” you begged and pleaded but he just didn’t listen to you. 

“Shut the fuck up whore,” he says. “I’m gonna make it fit no matter if you want it or not,”

Those were the only words you could process before he relentlessly assaults you for the rest of the night. His lust for you was strong… you could feel him panting and groaning the whole time he was inside you. It felt like it was never ending, the moment you thought he was done, he just thrusts back into you with the same force and resumes his assault on you.

By the time he finished with you, you could feel your sense of self worth slipping away. Stripping you of any of your motivation to live. Memories of the incident flashed through your mind.

“Oh yeah, you like that huh? You’re getting so wet baby ughh”

It disgusted you. You felt filthy, as if everything that happened over the past few days had somehow stained your soul. Your life had spiraled downwards ever since that night—the night he captured you. What seemed like a nightmare at first had become your reality, and now, you couldn’t escape the feeling that it was all his fault. It felt like you were falling into an endless void and no matter how much you tried to escape it, you just couldn’t. Now, you were marked with him forever, forced to be his slave til the end of time.  

Exhaustion overtook you, and with the weight of everything crashing down, you broke down into quiet sobs. There was no strength in you left to live, no will to push through any longer. The tears slowly subsided as sleep claimed you, offering a brief escape from the chaos and the pain… 

—

The morning light broke through the window, but it didn’t bring any warmth to you at all, only a cold feeling lingering deep in your soul. You awoke to the remnants of the past few days. Haunting memories of helplessness, of bruises and broken trust. As the heaviness of the night before faded, a dark vengeful feeling seeped into your chest. You had been broken and now it seems like everything was really done. 

Slowly taking in the environment, you recognized the room. This wasn’t Bruce’s lair at all, it was still Joker’s…

‘You could’ve sworn you escaped the lair and and-’ your thoughts were interrupted by a smooth voice.

“Morning baby,” Joker greets you as he leans into the bars of the cell.

“Fuck you, let me out of here,” you say while banging your hand on the cell wall. 

“Careful with that… the steel walls are precious yk,” he teases.

“What do you even want… I did your job. Let me go,” 

He only rolls his eyes and says.”No you didn’t. I asked you to kill Batman. Not retrieve a bottle with a green liquid in it.”

“Then what the fuck was that for?”

“Nothing, I just really wanted this. I just thought you might as well do another thing for me while you’re here,”

Anger ran through your body as soon as the news hits your ears. “You did what?”

“You heard me, you’re not deaf.”

You just stared at him in disbelief and sank back into the bed.

“What. What the FUCK?” 

He burst out into laughter as he watched you go insane. 

“What did you do? TELL ME RIGHT NOW!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, shaking the bars of the cell roughly.

“Nothing… just injected you with some… of this y’know,” he cackles, showing a syringe filled with the same fluid recognized as the one in the bottle you stole earlier.

“You really didn’t have to do that to Harley y’know?” he pauses for a moment, watching as you squirm from the tortuous pain. “It was really fucking annoying for me to deal with her before but now it’s even more annoying… take this as revenge. Not for Harley, for me though,”

With that, he slams the door shut behind him. Leaving you alone once again, letting you writhe in pain as he roams out a free man.

The pain inside you was overwhelming, consuming every inch of your being. Sweat dripped from your skin, clinging to you as if your very body was rejecting everything happening around you. The heat was unbearable, and each breath felt like an effort to stay grounded, to hold onto something—anything—amidst the storm of agony. Your mind screamed for release, but there was no escape. The pain finally consumed you and the ringing in your ear came to an end.

Just as everything around you began to fade, there were loud screaming sounds heard from the outside. Your body shot up, still hanging onto that small sliver of hope. 

Then, a voice called out, slicing through the torment. "Y/N? Y/N?" It was him—the man whose hand had led you down this path, the one who had brought you to this torment. 

His strong arms slid under you, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. The motion was gentle yet firm, as though you were the most fragile thing he’s ever held. You were too disoriented to resist, your body limp against his chest as he cradled you like a lifeless doll. The warmth of his body provided an unexpected comfort amidst the chaos of your pain, but it did little to ease the storm of discomfort coursing through you.

As he carried you, your blurred vision caught fragments of the scene around you. The hallways were bloody and messy. Bodies were laying everywhere. And somewhere amongst the cluster of bodies, you saw the two familiar bodies of a green haired man and a red & blue haired woman. 

He carried you with careful strides, moving quickly but with a tenderness that was almost incongruous with the urgency. When you were safely outside, he set you down, your legs still too weak to support your own weight. He knelt beside you, his gaze unwavering as he retrieved a small vial from his pocket. The liquid inside shimmered in the light, promising a fleeting moment of relief.

"Drink this," he said, his voice low but insistent. "It’ll help."

You took the vial from him, your fingers trembling slightly as you uncapped it. With a steady hand, you brought it to your lips, the cool liquid sliding down your throat as you swallowed. It burned slightly but did nothing to extinguish the fire that had been consuming you. Still, you trusted him, your only hope that this was the first step toward numbing the pain, even if only for a moment.

As the pain gradually faded and your body returned to a semblance of normalcy, you found yourself feeling lighter, the weight of suffering lifted. You looked up at him, the man who had rescued you from your own torment, and for a fleeting moment, something stirred within you. You weren’t sure what it was, it could’ve been relief, gratitude, or something deeper but you knew you had to acknowledge it.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice soft but sincere, expressing your uttermost gratitude towards him.

As your words of thanks lingered in the air, he didn’t respond right away. Instead, his gaze softened as he stared into your eyes. The silence between you two stretched, the space growing heavier with every passing second. Then, without warning, his hand reached up, cupping your face with a tenderness that almost seemed out of place given the circumstances. He leaned in slowly, as if seeking permission, and you found yourself caught in the moment. Your heart raced, and before you could stop it, his lips pressed gently against yours. You two shared a beautiful kiss and pulled away from each other. 

“I’m Seiji, by the way,” he says, a smug smile tugging at his lips. The atmosphere between you both settles into a comfortable silence, the tension easing into something more intimate. But the moment is abruptly shattered when Batman breaks into the room, his dark presence casting a shadow over the peaceful scene. His gaze flicks between you and Seiji, an uncomfortable silence settling in. 

The tension in the room was intense, the silence broken only by the sound of Seiji’s fall. He hit the ground hard, but before Batman could react further, you were already at his side, shielding him from the supposed ‘vigilante’. Your body was moving on instinct to help him up. 

Batman’s glare was cold and unforgiving, his presence overwhelmed both of you. He towered over you with an almost predatory intensity, eyes flicking between you and Seiji as if sizing you both up. Every movement felt heavy, suffocating, under the weight of his fury. There was no mercy in his gaze, only the promise of a fight.

Terrified, your voice shaking with desperation. “Please, Batman, let him go. He didn’t do anything wrong!” You felt a lump rise in your throat, but you pushed it down, trying to keep your voice steady. 

The weight of his gaze on you was suffocating, and the way his jaw clenched told you he wasn’t going to let this go easily. Yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from begging, from pleading with him to spare Seiji.

And it all comes to an end when Batman pulls out a gun and sends a bullet straight to his forehead. Seiji’s body fell abruptly to the ground and his blood splattered everywhere, staining everything around you with his blood. You watched in shock as his body falls flat onto the ground with a loud thump. 

Out of nowhere, a surge of rage coursed through your veins, an explosion of emotions that overtook your senses. Everything from the past few days—the manipulation, the pain—flooded your mind, driving you to the brink of madness. In an instant, you found yourself with the gun in your hand, aimed directly at Batman’s throat, ready to pull the trigger and end everything. Your hand trembled, the weapon feeling both heavy and insignificant in your grip as adrenaline and fury overtook you. It was like everything you had suffered was finally boiling over, and you couldn’t stop yourself.

The weight of the weapon in your hand felt unbearable, the anger surging through you, making it heavier, more dangerous. Joker's voice reverberated in your mind, his words pushing you, demanding you to pull the trigger. The tension in the air thickened, your hand shaking not just from fear but from the intensity of everything you’d endured. You stared at Batman, your heart pounding, caught between what you wanted to do and what you feared you were becoming.

“I want you to…” 

“To kill… Batman,” 

Was all that ran through your head before you took the chance and pulled the trigger. The bullet shot out with a loud bang, arriving right at his throat. Blood immediately spurted out of his neck and out onto the walls, further thickening the layer of blood on the walls. 

You were supposed to feel guilty, but instead, there was a strange, unshakable sense of satisfaction flooding through you. It felt as though everything that had happened like every decision, every moment of chaos, every moment of your torture had led to this very moment. Despite the turmoil, you couldn’t deny the rush, the relief, the small voice in your head telling you that maybe this was what you needed all along.

A wave of satisfaction hit you as you admired the view before you. Blood was splattered everywhere… on your clothes, on the floor, on the ceiling. You couldn’t help but fall to the ground, laughing like a maniac as you soaked in the pool of blood, fully immersing yourself into the remains of those who met their fate that day. 

Time slowed and everything felt like a fever dream. You felt free… for the first time in a while. You completely forgot what it was like not to have someone chase you down all the time… and it was amazing. 

You basked in the blissful feeling before turning the gun towards you and… with a loud bang, you shot yourself too, ending it once and for all.

[phantobats]

Marking my return with a short Bruce horror story, because of course I would.

“Legend has it that the Owl prowls the night, not seeking to save, but to punish. His eyes, gleaming like molten gold, pierce the darkness, hunting those who spread rot and pain in Gotham.”

Or: A short story about a Bruce Wayne who doesn't become Batman and instead becomes something much more sinister.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

What You Deserve

Pairing: Dark Bruce Wayne x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

SUMMARY: Bruce is not above jealousy and you’ll have to suffer the consequences of your actions. 

WARNINGS: Non-Con; Toxic/Abusive Relationship.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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The pretty make-up you had carefully applied hours ago is now gone, washed away by the incessant tears and not even the elegant hair braid was able to survive, now completely disfigured.

What had everything to be a dreamy night at a Gala turned out to be a nightmare. 

Bruce has set a ruthless rhythm, slowly pulling out up to his tip before ramming into you, the violence of his thrusts jolting your entire body every single time.

Your weak whimpers, red eyes and miserable face mean nothing to your boyfriend, a nearly stoic expression plastered on his face as he fucks you. His strong forearms are pressed to the sides of your head as he leans forward, caging you in. 

His dark curls glued to his forehead, only a thin layer of sweat covering his face. A particularly hard thrust has you gasping, a shattering pain spreading through your pelvis, not to mention your poor pussy being too sore to keep up with the never ending abuse. 

Your lips tremble as you pleadingly look at Bruce, hoping he’d find compassion in his heart for you.

In return you only get a cold glare, not a single trace of regret in his eyes, 

“Don’t look at me like that because you know you deserve this.” he grunts, his jaw ticking with anger. “This is all your fault. If you knew how to behave properly instead of acting like a complete slut, this wouldn’t happen.”

His thrusts gain more force, if that’s even possible, and you sob as a new batch of warm tears soak your face. Of pain, of humiliation, of regret. 

It’s moments like this that you wish you had never met Bruce in your life. His cock throbs inside you, a low curse falling out of his lips and you desperately hope he’s getting closer to his release. 

Bruce squints his eyes at you, his brows contorting with pleasure and he fucks you faster, his steady pace changing into a rageful one, his thrusts so vigorous and powerful that the whole bed creaks in protest. 

“I leave you for one fucking second and you’re already all over another guy. Fucking whore.” an animalistic growl comes out of him as he slams into you one last time, finally reaching his orgasm. 

You helplessly lay there, hurt and sore, feeling his cum slowly oozing out of you, your cunt gone numb with pain.

Bruce doesn’t waver, remaining balls deep inside you. He drops his head, joining his forehead with yours, the only sounds in the room being your small sniffles. 

“Don’t do it again, alright?” Bruce presses a surprisingly gentle kiss on your lips and you whimper as he moves his hips,

“Cause I will fuck you however many times it’s needed until you learn not to behave like a slut.” 

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[inkyquince]

Just so you can be super nasty the way you like:

Batfam (your pick) + jealousy + cuckold

You shouldn't have gotten married. You knew what he'd been through, what he lost, you knew it all. But you still... Well, when your husband asked, you said yes. You told Bruce and it was like watching the shutters come down over his eyes.

There you went. Yet another ex. Things weren't always easy with Bruce, even if you did feel seen with him, unlike any other. It's... What's making you a bad spouse.

The dinner party continued in the other room, your husband playfully answering Bruce's kid's sullen questions, your family chatting easily with the friends you invited over. And you were down the hall, in the kitchen, your leg hiked up over the crook of Bruce's elbow, your other foot dangling, barely touching the floor. He took on all of your weight, his thick forearm pressing against your lower back to push you up against his body, thick cock pressed deep inside of you. Worst of all, he was going slow. The tedious drag of his erection slowly pressing in and out of you, while his mouth stayed pressed against your neck, lips parted enough to feel his hot, damp breath against our skin. If it was a few months prior, if it was just you two, he'd be sucking gently on your neck, with a brutal pace to his hips, deeper and deeper into you.

But now, he was just holding you tightly, bodies pressed against each other, with you stifling your noises in the shoulder of his pressed white shirt. He was so big, so good, so all encompassing that you were drowning in him, in pleasure, tears pricking your eyes as he refused to speed up.

"Bruce, plea-" You tried to mumble but he just pressed into you deeper, hitting something sensitive inside of you.

"Not until you promise that you won't go." It's the most raw you ever heard him. The most selfish you ever heard him. "You'll make it clear where you are if you want, who you're with, I don't care. Keep coming back."

His blunt nails dug into your skin.

"F-Fine! Yes, god, please-"

His lips twitched into a crooked smile against your shoulder and Bruce pressed you against the counter top, pace kicking up. Giving you permission to cum all over his cock finally.

Event: Closed!

[gulnarsultan]

yandere bruce wayne with the new batgirl the reader (nsfw)

You are the newest member of the Batfamily. Everyone has made you feel very welcome. You became a good fighter in the fight against crime in a short time. Bruce tried to suppress his emotions at first. But his emotions overpowered his logic. He has a file on his computer where he collects and stores all the information about you. Your secretly taken photos and videos are stored in this file. He didn't even hesitate to learn your private information. In fact, he knows that he is exhibiting a perverted behavior. He still can't control himself. The last straw was not finding a boyfriend. He called you to the cave at night on the pretext of duty. You realize it's just you two in the cave. When you ask about the others, Bruce makes up an excuse. You sit on the couch and wait for Bruce's assignment. Suddenly Bruce pushes you so that your back touches the sofa. You don't have time to say anything when it climbs on you.

"Bruce what are you doing?"

"I've always held myself back. But I don't need to hold back any longer."

Your eyes darkened when Bruce stabbed something in your neck. When you came to your senses, your hands and feet were tied. Bruce was staring at you like a hungry wolf.

"I'm glad you're awake."

"Bruce please let me go."

"No. I won't let you go until you're sure you're carrying my child."

You blush with embarrassment when Bruce walks in between your legs.

"Don't be shy honey."

Bruce pulled you into a sensual kiss. Meanwhile, he was kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples. After lingering a little longer, his hands land on your cunt. He had a dirty grin on his face when he noticed your wetness.

"Your body knows what it wants, honey."

While massaging your clitoris, he slowly inserts his tool into your cunt. A groan escapes your mouth. The slow pace turns into a hard and fast pace after a while. He's pissed off because of the other guy. Jealousy blows your mind. Bruce reaches his orgasm after you reach orgasm. It empties into your depths. He wipes the tears from your eyes and places a kiss on your forehead.

[harley-rose25]

Batman has DID is actually cannon??

OMG so some time ago I made a post about batman in the 2022 film possibly having DID and I just now learned about Batman of zur en arrh which is an alternate personality of batman's that is basically batman with no human attachments. Batman of zur en arrh isn't like an alternate universe batman; He's this dormant personality inside him and when he wakes up normal batman is out. When normal Batman wakes up he doesn't remember being batman of zur en arrh.

In one of the comics apparently, idk which one, I dont read comics, I just let internet people explain them too me ya know, anyways, batmanZNR wakes up and decided to build a killer robot that will kill batman if he ever breaks his no kill rule. but then the robot gets activated mistakenly so now the whole batfam it trying to fight off the killer robot that apparently batman build but has no recollection of.

This is like literally what happens in DID. I mean not the part about building a killer robot, of course, people with DID don't turn into like leather (or whatever) armor wearing weirdos that build killer robots but normal batman does things like punching higher dimensional beings in the face in between beating up criminals in alleyways soo...

anyways DID Batman is a real thing apparently.

[steverogerspocwife]

Old Habits Die Hard

Bruce Wayne/Batman

“Father this must be a mistake! Why would he want me?!” Your voice echoed throughout the office as you begged your father to not go through with things. Your father lets out an agitated sigh from his lips. “You should see this as a blessing. He is a billionaire. A very successful and handsome man.” You glare at your father angrily, a huff escapes your lips as you storm away.

You just wanted to live your life and be able to have fun. You grew up as a daddy’s girl, getting all the things you ever wanted. But you also worked for those things, morals that your mother had implemented herself before her passing. She made sure that you weren’t a stuck up spoiled girl.

Once you enter your room you are shocked to see someone sitting on your bed. A squeak escapes your lips at the acknowledgement. “W-W-What are you doing in my room?” There sitting on your bed was your soon to be finance, Bruce Wayne. He stands up from your bed. Before you had entered the room, he was examining one of your stuff animals, Bruno.

“Hello, I am here to introduce myself.” Bruce stands towering over your body. Your father was right about one thing, he sure is handsome. “Why are you in my room though? You could have just called my father to set up a day and time.” You state, moving around Bruce to sit at your mirror desk. You begin to look at yourself in the mirror, getting a glance at Bruce as well who moved behind you.

“You are correct. However, I would like to meet you one on one.” Bruce explains, placing his hands on the chair. You roll your eyes at his words. You were aware that this man only wanted the opportunities your father could offer him. You knew how these marriage go. Loveless and lonely. You swiftly turn around in your chair.

“Mr. Wayne, I am more than aware of how these marriages go. And I do not want any part. Go find some other girl to wine and dine and suck her father dry.” Your eyes burned with passion and confidence. A smile cracks onto Bruce’s face. He found you very interesting.

A hum escapes his lips and his expression became more solemn. “You are right. I should just run along.” Your eyes light up and a smile form on your lips at the thought that you actually convinced him. Little did you know that Bruce saw your expression change. He found it more than adorable.

How could he ever walk away from someone like you? Old Habits Die Hard.

[apuzzledprince]

i love the lego batman movie, yes, but I've enjoyed and loved almost every batman movie ive watched. except the killing joke i didnt understand what was going on at all ever when i watched it. may watch it again to see if I'll like it better the second time

[whimsywoo]

[lycheeloving]

a non-platonic yandere!Bruce thought this time, with some multiverse stuff, because that's all I could think about today.

I imagine this is at a point where you've been with him for some time & have mostly gotten used to your situation (having been kidnapped and forced into a relationship with a billionaire who happens to be Batman)

a small allusion to nsfw stuff, minors dni

You're bored, sitting in the bedroom you share with Bruce (who's currently patrolling, so you can't even annoy him for entertainment), so you decide that you at least want a change of scenery, and what better place for that than the batcave? So you take a book, a drink and a blanket with you as you venture down into the cave.

Bruce doesn't like it when you're down there, especially not while he's out, but it doesn't concern him enough to install anything that would keep you from going down there. If you're lucky, this will piss him off just enough to make the inevitable post-patrol sex with him more interesting tonight, so a win-win situation, really! You sit down in his comfy chair in front of his bat-computer, snuggle into your blanket so you don't freeze to death and start reading.

After some time you stand up to stretch and notice Bruce in the reflection on the computer. Weird, you didn't hear the batmobile returning! Well, you must have just been really immersed in the book.

"Bruce? You're back early, I thought you said you'd take longer today because of some Arkham emergency?"

No response.

"Ok, look, I know you don't like it when I'm down here, but I was getting sick of the manor!"

Still no response.

You turn around to look at him more closely, his expression might look like his usual stony facade, but you've spent enough time with him by now to be able to read him a bit and you're pretty sure he looks... confused?

"Hello? Are you ok? Did you hit your head? Did you drive with a head injury?? Wait, no, of course not, the batmobile can drive home all by itself-"

As you say that, you look at where the batmobile should be. should be, because it's not there. You look back at Bruce. Did his batsuit always look like that? You could swear that the ears are usually a bit smaller, and the color is wrong. Huh. You take a step back. "You're.. not Bruce, are you?"

He finally opens up his mouth to explain that he's from a parallel universe, that he and the Bruce from your universe have been helping each other with cases for a while now, he just came here to see if your Bruce was available, but if he's not here right now he's going to leave again. He gestures to a portal in the wall that you missed because from your angle it just looks like the wall of the cave, but when you take a step forward you can see into what looks like the batcave you're in right now but slightly to the left. A bit uncanny.

"You looked confused earlier, did Bruce not tell you about me? Or did you just not expect to see me down here?"

"...I was not aware that he is in a relationship."

"I mean, yeah, I guess if I was him I wouldn't go around telling people I kidnapped someone and keep them locked in my mansion, either. Even if they looked exactly like me, I mean, you never know if they think exactly like you as well. Um. Anyways, it was nice to meet you?" You wave awkwardly while he looks shocked (in his stoic way).

"...Why didn't you try to escape through the portal, then, if you're kept here against your will?"

"Oh, um, my bracelet is designed to shock me as soon as I leave. Like, really painful electric shocks. I'm not trying that again." More shock and guilt on other-Bruce's face.

"I'm sure I could disable it. Come with me."

"...And then what? Bruce will come after me. He'll attack you and be really, really mad at me for running away. Really mad. He said he'd break my legs if I ever tried to run again, I'm not risking that. And he'll keep me chained up in the bedroom for months." You shudder. "I like my walking around the house privileges, thank you very much."

You feel uncomfortable when he doesn't react and instead keeps staring at you. "I think you should leave. Now. ...Please."

He takes a step towards you. "I can keep you safe. I wouldn't feel right, knowing I left you here. Come with me."

You take a step back. "Look, thank you for offering, but I don't think this will end well for either of us. I'm gonna go now."

You turn to leave, but he's faster than you. He grabs your wrist, stopping you from getting away. You squirm in his hold while he inspects your bracelet. He then pulls something out of his utility belt with which he's able to remove the bracelet without it shocking you, throws you over his shoulder and carries you through the portal, not at all bothered by your kicking and scratching. He puts you down and closes the portal behind him. It all happened faster than you could wrap your head around.

"...I think it would be best if you stayed in the manor until I figure out how to resolve this.", he says, an unnerving glint in his eyes.

Did you just get kidnapped by a second Batman? Will he really let you go? You doubt that, somehow. You think you would have preferred to stay with your Batman, at least with him you knew what to expect...

[bruciemilf]

Bruce: I know it’s hard, but you must remain forgiving and merciful, Jason.

Tim, who had to watch Bruce skin a man alive like a piece of salmon with a batarang for saying something rude about his then deceased son, throw him in the back of the Batmobile, and drive him to the hospital just to beat him up again:

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

As Bruce grows older into his 50's or 60's the paparazzi and people crowding him becomes less and he thinks that people have finally decided that Bruce is too old to be attractive or mainstream and he's actually super fine with it and makes jokes( more like sarcastic remarks) about it. But in reality they've grown more freaky cause instead of looking wrinkly and a sappy old man the level of cunt he serves grows everyday,he doesn't look like a snack he looks like a buffet, 13 year olds are using his pics as the cover pages of their mafia wattpad stories, he looks majestic, absolute dilf, we don't talk about the amount of tags he's birthed just by ageing on ao3, and hes still an absolute UNIT, the reason he's not heard about it yet cause the batkids are blocking the shit OUT with all of their will and strength cause it doesn't matter if all of them are full grown adults they're still all like-THATSMYDADGETAWAYFROMHIMHEDOESN'THAVETIMEFORYOUHESBUSYBEINGOURDAD

[bats-and-the-birds]

Batman being aggressively secretive towards the Justice League is one of my favorite tropes, but it gets INFINITELY funnier when you take the younger generations of heroes into consideration.

Barry Allen? He doesn't know shit about Batman, still partially convinced he's not human, still a little bit scared to talk to him. But Wally West? That's Nightwing's best friend. He's been around Dick since both of them were kids. He's had sleepovers at the manor since he was thirteen.

I just think it would be hilarious if all of the younger generations 100% know that Batman is Bruce Wayne. They've slept at the manor, some of them have taken various Batkids to school dances, they've been offered Alfred's cooking. And all because they've gotten close to at least one Batkid and said Batkid wore Bruce down until he let them reveal their identity. But all of them manage to keep this information from their mentors. Either purposefully or completely on accident.

Then you end up with a situation where the younger generations grow up and join the League and the older members Very Quickly realize that they seem a lot more comfortable with Batman than they should be.

[gulnarsultan]

Can you make a fanfic about yandere alpha Batman getting jealous of omega batsis having his pups so he eats them and feeds them to her

Thank you so much

Batman always watches the reader closely. Honestly, she's starting to get jealous of babies. After the reader breastfeeds the babies at night, Bruce attacks the reader's breasts. Bruce furiously sucks the reader's breasts. When tomorrow comes, the reader's breasts are tender, flushed, and filled with bites of love.