#romantic batboys

[myerssimp21]

Tim Drake, Aphrodisiac Victim (YAN!Pt.1)

Romantic!Yandere!Batfam x fem reader. Part 1 Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

It’s easy for him to excuse it, easy for Tim Drake to pretend like he hadn’t intentionally fumbled the latest conflict with Poison Ivy. He could have done more to stop her, but when he discovered her plan and spent days pouring over the ingredients in her new concoction, the holistic quality of her potion calmed his nerves and quieted the anxious parts of him that screamed he would get caught. Ivy was known for several atrocities in Gotham, but she didn’t usually act as aggressively as Scarecrow or Joker with her toxins.

So when Tim Drake definitively concluded her newest potion wouldn’t have any adverse health effects, he was slower than he should have been when she whipped out the perfume bottle and sprayed it at him.

He’d been expecting this; what he hadn’t expected was Bruce yanking him backwards in an attempt to save him from the mist. The Batclaw shot out, aiming for the bottle in her hands but failing to retrieve it halfway through the delivery, the glass shattering on the ground and splashing all over the Bat and Tim Drake.

There had been dizzying action, and then only silence for a moment. Ivy had a shit-eating smile creeping onto her face as she began backing away, keeping her eyes on the two men trying to catch their breath.

“Gentlemen, it looks like you have the night off,” she said with a giggle as she continued to retreat, eyeing her escape route, “maybe make plans?”

“Pamela,” The Bat growls in a dark tone, his anger barely contained over how their mission had gone so wrong, “Give me the antidote.”

She turns to run away and he lunges forward to grab her before his knees buckle under him and he collapses to the ground, catching his balance and hearing her scurry off.

“Batman,” Tim says, feeling the weight of consequences of his actions as he feels his crotch begin tingling, “she doesn’t have one. I checked.”

The silence is palpable as Bruce evens out his breathing and pushes off the ground, using a nearby wall to steady himself, “We need to get to the Batmobile before it sets in.”

Tim shudders as Bruce places a giant hand on his shoulder, concerned both at how hard the big man is taking the dose and at how good the physical contact feels in this state. He hopes Bruce doesn’t feel pleasure at the slightest touch like he does; he’s frustrated since it was supposed to be just him.

Tim Drake was supposed to receive an accidental dose of Ivy’s new aphrodisiac. Tim Drake was supposed to stop by their darling’s apartment afterwards to relieve the strain in his crotch and the desire in his heart. It was supposed to be the best porno he’d ever see; getting the best angles for the cameras discreetly set up at her place earlier that month to rewatch later.

He knew Bruce was smart and Tim only hoped to earn forgiveness for this by making the best home film with you. He also knew Dick, Jason, and Damian would be grouchy he’d gotten to you first and it was entirely possible he’d get just decimated by your lack of interest altogether. Even though you and Tim had become close over the past couple semesters, he could tell you were reserved at times, just anxious or uneasy enough to pull away before anything with lasting complications happened.

The Batmobile had an autopilot feature which Bruce immediately enacted, setting a course for the Batcave. Wordlessly, Tim adds their darling’s apartment complex in as a stop, trying to not get shaky at the thought of getting laid in this state. It’s so easy to add it; all he has to do is press it from the list of saved priority locations in the portal.

“I had my suspicions,” Batman murmurs as he closes his eyes and lays against the headrest, trying to control the sensations in his body, “you wouldn’t have gotten sprayed at that range unless you wanted to.”

Tim says it before he can think in misplaced irritation, “Then why’d you get in the way?”

It’s embarrassing the moment he says it and Bruce says nothing in response, letting the silence sour in the air to make a point.

“What are you going to do?” Tim asks him, too aware of the growing urge to sink his dick into a warm, wet hole. The urge is going to be hard to wrangle enough to talk to her, let alone look normal enough to seem like a regular hook-up.

“I’ll manage,” is all Bruce says, and Tim hopes that means he’ll call Catwoman as soon as he leaves; he suddenly doesn’t like the idea of everyone tuning in at once to the live camera feeds as he tries his hand at seducing you. It feels like lots of pressure, and while Tim Drake is usually phenomenal at working under pressure, he doesn’t want to get rejected in 4k.

Bruce grips the steering wheel tight when the tingles begin in his crotch, trying to distract himself, “I have a change of clothes under your seat. Change before we get to her place.”

~

Bruce makes the call while he can, letting Damian know he and Tim were not going to be able to finish their patrol shift. Damian sounds unimpressed when he asks why and Bruce doesn’t answer him, hanging up.

Bruce goes to voicemail when he calls Jason, and his jaw clenches in irritation. He knows Jason holds more resentment towards him and might murder some criminals if made to do patrol on a night he’s supposed to have off, but Bruce can’t let Damian do patrol alone in the big city yet. He’s also a little concerned that Jason might murder Tim if he hears him with you, so getting him out on patrol is better for everyone.

After calling Jason two more times, Bruce gives up and calls Damian back, telling him he’d send Grayson over. Ever efficient, Damian is already dressed as Robin on the Batmobile’s call screen, his eyes narrowing in his domino mask.

"Father, your demeanor suggests trouble. What went wrong with Drake during the patrol?"

"It's nothing, Damian. Just a minor setback. We handled it."

"Minor setbacks don't usually disrupt patrol schedules. What are you hiding, Father?"

"I'll be back tomorrow morning," Bruce says, ignoring Damian's rude interrogation, "Make sure to stop by the GCPD to follow up with Jack Ryder on-" Bruce's voice falters as he struggles to remember what the story is; his crotch begins throbbing uncomfortably and he feels like the heat is spreading up his torso with each beat of his heart.

"On those cryptic messages left in the GCPD mailbox," Tim finishes for Bruce, leaning in to fit in the camera lens so Damian can see him too. Damian rolls his eyes.

"Your knack for evasion is quite the talent, Father. Maybe it's worth pondering why you choose partners if transparency isn't part of the deal."

With this scathingly cold delivery, Damian ends the call on a sour note. Tim would check with Bruce but their darling lives on the street they just turned down and his heartbeat has begun violently thudding in his chest and in his dick.

"Tim," Batman says firmly before Tim leaves the Batmobile, "stay in control. Scaring her off is not an option."

Tim's trying to not be sensitive about it because after all, it makes sense; if he comes off too strong and scares her, not only is he fucked immediately with Ivy's aphrodisiac coursing through his veins, but he will complicate things for the whole Wayne family. The other part of him, the part being drugged by Ivy's potion wants to whine in protest. How is he supposed to exercise control!? He'd never force himself on her but he doesn't doubt he might pass out if he doesn't find relief soon. As he exits the Batmobile with her apartment building in front of him, he just prays Jason is asleep and doesn't cockblock him.

You weren’t asleep yet. At 10 PM, you were drawing in bed, pausing at different parts in the pornographic video you were watching to practice drawing bodies. You couldn’t deny this way of practicing wasn’t tempting you to turn the lights off and rub one out with one of your vibrators though. They were recently charged, after all.

Not wanting to stop drawing quite yet but wanting the desire to build, you turn up the volume of the tv and make an effort to not pause as much. It felt good to feel a building arousal in your body and know you could use your toy as many times as you liked. It had already been about twenty minutes of you rotating out on your favorite pornography and hentai tags, working your brain up to arousal under the guise of practicing art. It honestly didn’t take much to get you feeling hot; growing sexual tension in your personal life made it easy to tap into. Maybe it was just that it never left your mind in the first place, and your mind wandered as your fingers snuck under the waistband of your shorts.

You thought of the recent weird vibes between you and Tim, the boy in your humanities course you sat near who was also in your social work course. You’d exchanged numbers early in the semester and at this point you’d met up for study sessions more than once. He’d always been a little flirtatious but you thought he was joking until he had leaned in the other day, hand finding purchase on your thigh as he murmured, “you drive me crazy, you know that?”

It was so generic you would have chuckled or rolled your eyes but the way he said it made goosebumps raise on your skin instead. His eyes were locked on yours and the sober intensity in them was not something you had prepared for, leaning away from him in sudden awkwardness even when you felt your cheeks burning.

Still, the thought of how he looked at you made you shudder when your finger brushed against your clit and your mind raced on.

Then there was your next-door neighbor, Jason. Tall and broad-shouldered, there's a casual confidence in the way he moves. His piercing blue eyes seem to twinkle with amusement whenever you shyly chat with him, like he's in on some secret joke. The black cat always at his heels chirps happily on his little patio table when you two chat, purring loudly and head-butting Jason at any given opportunity. Always, Jason makes his appearance shirtless, his eyes laughing louder at you every time you feel your face flush when he says something questionably flirtatious towards you. It's one thing to playfully flirt, but to do so while ripped and shirtless? How was your ability to articulate yourself around him supposed to have a chance?

You try not to look and act unflustered every time, but once your eyes lingered and you noticed scar tissue all over his torso, unable to tear yourself away from the sight. You'd apologized when he jokingly said you'd better take a picture, since you didn't want to seem rude checking out his scars and felt silly for getting caught staring.

"They come with a price, always," Jason remarked cryptically, suddenly making intense eye contact.

"Your scars?" You asked, afraid to say the wrong thing due to your social anxieties but leaning towards him from your bannister.

"No, my pictures" he replied with a smirk, his eyes twinkling mischievously while Alfred the cat chirped at his ankles again. Jason leaned across his bannister too, "But I've always believed in getting to know my neighbors. I think you and I could take that to a whole new level, don't you?"

"I-I think... that could be...nice," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "Getting to know you better, I mean." You had looked away while trying to choke out these words, gathering your courage before meeting his gaze again. "I'm curious about you.. So maybe we could... explore each other sometime."

His eyes widened, his expression betraying a hint of genuine disbelief. A faint blush quickly dusted his cheeks, mirroring the warmth you felt spreading through you at his suggestion.

"Wow," he said, his voice laced with surprise and breathier than normal, "I wasn't expecting that, but... I like where you're going with this." The tone of admiration had given you chills at the time, praise kink activating at the new way he was regarding you. "I’m curious about you too, you know. Let's see just how close we can really get."

His reaction left you feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, but you couldn't help but smile at his response. You hadn't seen him since then, a couple days ago, and you hoped your conversation would amount to something delicious one day if it was meant to be.

As you reminisced about Tim's intense words and Jason's forward suggestions, your fingers gravitated towards your clit, applying firm pressure as they glided up and down your labia before slowly easing into your pussy. You opted for two fingers, relishing the sensation of fullness they provided compared to just one. They pressed deeply inside you, and you squeezed around them exploratively, reveling in the feeling.

After relishing the fullness of your fingers, you pumped them a few times, a low moan escaping your lips at the intense sensation. Your eyes scrunched shut tightly as you imagined Tim's hand from the other day—how it had come to rest on your thigh, the way it had firmly gripped at you, igniting a desire to jump at the touch.

You visualized him inching closer to the point of no return, sliding his hand into your underwear, and letting his fingers work their magic right there as you both sat with your homework in front of you. Just moments ago, you would have been innocently reviewing new terms together, but then the thought of his touch would be obscenely irresistible. You pictured yourself moving your hips, eagerly responding to his touch and allowing yourself to make all the noises you had always been too nervous to make with others. You imagined he'd get antsy to fuck you after hearing the squelching of your pussy on his fingers. In your mind's eye, he would just barely find the self-control to pull his cock out from his pants before burying his length desperately as far deep as it could go in you.

As you finally reached for the vibrators kept next to the bed, the abrupt sound of knocking at the door shattered your session. Startled, you jumped up, hastily yanking your shorts back up and rushing to wash your hands.

With no peephole on your apartment door, you felt a twinge of unease as you hurried to answer it. When you pulled the door open, the sight of Tim standing there caught you off guard.

"Hey... uh, sorry to just show up unannounced like this," Tim begins, his voice slightly breathless. "I, uh, I needed to talk to you about something important."

He shifts uncomfortably, trying to suppress the nervous energy coursing through him. "I know it's kind of out of the blue, but... can I come in? It won't take long, I promise."

Tim's words come out rushed, his cheeks flushed with a mix of urgency and embarrassment, as he struggles to maintain his composure despite the powerful effects of the aphrodisiac coursing through his veins.

Without hesitating, you step aside, allowing Tim to enter. His presence saturates the room, bringing with it an air of tension and anticipation.

"Tim, what's going on? Are you okay?" you asked, your voice tinged with concern and uncertainty as you closed and locked the door behind him.

His eyes met yours with an intensity that made your heart beat just a little faster, unsure of what he was going to tell you.

"I couldn't stop thinking about what I said the other day," Tim began, his words coming out in a rush. "About how you drive me crazy. I... I don't know how to explain it but I felt like I had to come see you."

His confession hung in the air, heavy with emotion and unspoken arousal.

As he stood before you, his usually composed demeanor was replaced by an air of dishevelment. His hair was messier, and his clothes weren't neat like usual. There was a manic energy in his expression, a hint of desperation that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Tim, you seem... different tonight," you remarked cautiously, noting the wild look in his eyes.

"I couldn't wait any longer," he confessed, his voice emotional, "I needed to see you. I needed to be with you tonight more than anything."

The intensity of his gaze sent your heart racing, a sense of unease creeping over you as you began to comprehend the depth of his interest. Despite the warning bells ringing in your mind, you couldn't help but feel a flicker of something akin to surrender. You longed for him to desire you so intensely that he couldn't wait for a more appropriate time, practically begging you to spend a night with him like a lost puppy.

As Tim stood before you, his agitation evident in every movement, you couldn't ignore the tension in the air. Your gaze inadvertently dropped to the now noticeable bulge in his pants and you're captivated by it, unwilling to look away. You couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the undeniable evidence of his desire.

"Can you... touch me?" Tim's voice trembled with urgency as he made the request, his tone surprisingly gentle despite the underlying intensity. "You can set the pace, do anything you want, just... please, do something," he added, his words carrying a fervent plea while leaving the decision entirely in your hands.

The tension was thick but you couldn't say you were really surprised at this admission of interest. Regarding the boy in front of you, you pondered the consequences this could lead to. As far as you knew, Tim wasn't a frat boy or someone who could make your life annoying with spreading rumors about the type of girl you were at school. He'd only ever been considerate, kind, and genuine. No girlfriend that you knew of, and he'd definitely be the kind of guy who gushed about his partner if he had one, so you wouldn't be any sort of homewrecker. He always helped you with your homework, to a point where you barely needed to do anything but the minimum whenever he got involved in any of your projects or assignments. This in mind, you decided he deserved a reward.

Leaning in towards him, you place your hands against his cheeks to cup his face. His eyes are wide, the pupils dilated. You thought you heard somewhere that meant someone was in love. Staring into those blown pupils with a mixture of curiosity and arousal, you drew closer.

"Can I kiss you?" You whisper and he nods before you can even get the question out. You kiss him, noticing he seems to freeze up for a moment before kissing you back, pressing against your mouth harder. His tongue swipes against you, but before you let yourselves go any further, you pull away.

"Before things escalate, can we agree to keep it casual, keep us casual? I like what we have."

He seems so antsy, almost breathless, "Absolutely, yeah. I'm all in. No pressure."

Doubting his sincerity since he seems so gone off of whatever is happening to him, you hesitate, "Tim, I'm serious. I don't want you to agree just because of the moment or you're high."

You're staring into those dilated eyes of his in the beat of silence that follows, hoping he's really listening to you.

He looks back into your eyes, the frenzied look a little more under control. "I hear you, I'm on the same page. Friends-with-benefits, I'd love that." Notably, he doesn't deny the speculation of being high.

Nodding at the more clear communication, you went back in for the kiss, now letting his tongue enter and explore your mouth. After getting more clarity from him, you feel less tense and relax into his kiss, feeling his hand come up to touch at your hair as he takes more control of it.

Dropping to your knees when the kiss breathlessly ends, you kiss at his clothed bulge, pawing at it with a hand. Your eyes are fixated on the stricken Tim Drake above you, and he watches in awe as you deeply inhale. You can smell him through his pants and nuzzle your cheek against the bump in them.

Slowly pulling at the drawstring of his sweatpants, your fingers hook on the band and you pull them down till they're bunched at his ankles, hardly taking a breather from your kisses.

"Oh, god," he moans in a strangled voice, "You're so pretty down there."

His praise makes your cheeks begin to burn and your movements get a little more self-conscious, feeling marveled at. Moving your mouth against his bulge in his boxers, you find where the tip should be and roughly suck at it through his underwear. His body shudders, one of his hands fingering through your hair and grabbing it firmly and he hisses, "Play nice."

Feeling good about this now, you moan into his bulge at the choked tone you caused him, pulling his boxers down and kissing on his penis directly now. Lifting it, you craned underneath and kissed at his balls, licking a long strip up from them to the tip and swirling your tongue around his hole at the top. A loud moan tore through Tim and you felt him push his pelvis towards you more, the tip of his penis in your mouth beginning to inch further.

Graciously, you accept his bid, widening your mouth to swallow him completely when he pushes in. He's not terribly big but it's still a little hard to fit him in, the longer length causing it to bump into the back of your throat. He doesn't taste bad considering your previous experiences with oral. It was musty and damp like he'd just worked out, but the faint scent of soap and the neat pubes your nose was buried in told you his hygiene wasn't terrible.

Swirling your tongue with the movement, you experimentally go down on him to gauge his reaction. He moans loudly again and the sound is beautiful to you, doing it again in the hopes he moans nicely again. He does and you fixate your gaze up at him as you take his cock deeply again and his face betrayed how flustered he was, with his cheeks flushed and the look of a madman about him.

He's watching you like he adores you and when you make eye contact, his hips buck into your mouth and he whines, "I knew you'd be gorgeous swallowing my cock, you're taking it so well."

You look up at him in curiosity, so he thought about you like that? He'd pictured this?

"Fuck, I knew it. I knew you'd look beautiful on your knees."

You sense his thighs trembling and your hands come up to press against them, mouth obediently swallowing his cock.

"Oh," he chokes and roughly thrusts deeply, "I'm cumming- it's coming, swallow it all!"

He looks back down at you and then it comes as he moans loudly and crouches to push his cock as far as it will go down your throat, the overwhelming cumshot from the throbbing penis in between your lips threatening to spill out of your mouth. You always hated swallowing cum, and the hot orgasm spurting into your mouth is no exception. You feel your gag reflex threatening to make this night nightmarish but then it ebbs away as you focus on the fact the flow of cum is slowing down, on the fact this particular sensation will go away soon.

You can't lie he sounds and looks delicious otherwise, your eyes focusing on his flustered face that looks almost entirely delirious now. He's sweaty but the handsome face almost glows with liveliness, cheeks flushed and jawline trembling with emotion.

Gently, you slide his penis out of your mouth, sucking any remaining cum or spit off until you get to the tip, lightly swirling your tongue against his hole. When you finally pop off, his hand cups your cheek and he promptly drops to his knees, passionately grabbing your face and kissing you. His tongue wriggles into your mouth and you're surprised he's tongue-kissing you with the flavor of his cum fresh in your mouth still. One of his hands hungrily comes up to knead at your tit and you whimper as he harshly pinches on the end of it. Then he's pulled away from the kiss but his body is beginning to overwhelm you, crawling on top of you as you fall back onto your butt with your legs in front.

"Let me have you," he pleads, and you feel his penis is hard again and prodding against your thigh, "Please let me have you right now."

You wouldn't have preferred doing it mere feet away from your front door, especially since the crack under the door was a couple centimeters wide and anyone in the hall could probably hear you without effort, but the wild look in his eyes and the famished way he pulled at both your tits now made you want to indulge in such an animalistic fucking. Something was hot about the desperate way he looked, something enticing about the frenzied approach. You'd never seen this side of him, and the consequences of indulging with him in such a degrading way was far from your mind when his head dipped down and he tugged at the hem of your shirt. Helping him take off your shirt by lifting your arms, he wasted no time in shoving his face in your cleavage, nipping at the top of your breasts with his teeth.

Yelping at the surprising and slightly painful sensation, your hands come up to grip at his hair and he lays large wet kisses against your breasts, sucking at the skin there. You know he's gunning for hickeys and you whimper when he alternates between open-mouthed kisses and biting, arching and pressing your breasts further towards him.

His mouth pops off of them and he leans in, head over your shoulder as he fidgets with your bra clasp behind you. You turn your head as he fiddles with it and bury your face into his neck, inhaling deeply before kissing at it. He smells faintly of laundry detergent, but there's sweat and a slightly sweeter smell lingering on him, the sweeter smell hanging heavily in your nostrils and seemingly dripping at the back of your throat. It makes your head buzz a little and you pull away in a daze when he fails to unclasp your bra, your tits popping out of the thing when he pulls it down in frustration.

"What cologne do you wear?" You ask without really wanting to know right now, feeling your head spin after smelling at his neck.

"I'm not," he gasps, squeezing and pinching at your nipples freely now, and you throw your head back with a moan when he attaches at them with his mouth. He uses his tongue and teeth to alternate between nibbling and flicking at them with his tongue, paying attention to each side as he can. His penis is excitedly bumping against your thigh in his boxers and you kick your shorts off, groping at his bulge.

"Please," he says with need when he takes a break from your tits, and his hand now fumbles at his boxers. You see him pull his cock out from the hole in them and understand what he wants when he slides your panties aside, not bothering to remove them. His dick prods at you and his hips slowly move around, trying to find your entrance. Aroused and excited to feel him enter, you reach down to guide him in.

Then, you remember.

Groaning in annoyance, you gently begin pushing him off of you, "Tim, we have to use a condom. They're in my room."

He finally pulls off your tits with enough of your pushing, and he looks at you like he doesn't understand, a rabid look glinting in his eyes.

You smile, trying to make the best of it, "C'mon, it'll be more comfortable for us on the bed anyways."

Standing and realizing you feel uncharacteristically light-headed, you unsteadily make your way to your bedroom, feeling him grip at your hips while he follows. You apologize for the pornography still loudly streaming from your TV as you make your way to your dresser to get a condom, and his eyes quickly become glued to the visual stimulation, mouth opened slightly as he stared.

"Keep it on," he instructs when he notices you reach for the TV remote, "Keep it on and get over here."

You approach the bed where he sits on the end, and he opens the wrapper and pulls his boxers down to reveal his penis, hastily rolling the condom onto his length. The sensation of doing so seems to be much more stimulating to him than you thought it would, and he moans and whimpers as he pulls it all the way down. Once it's on, he grabs forward at your waist and yanks you down onto him, your breasts smashing against his face as you fall onto him. He's strong and you're letting him pull you around, straddling his lap and looking down at the needy man.

"Here," you say, reaching past him to grab your pillow and tuck it under his head, "There you go."

You smile down at him sweetly and he smiles back, kneading at your ass as you sit atop him. Leaning down to kiss him, you use a hand to reach down and guide his penis against your entry, pulling it to rub it up and down against you. His tip collects your aroused wetness and the movement become slippery as it slides with your lubrication. Just when you can tell he's getting antsy and about to whine, you guide it until you feel it at the tip of your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto it and his grip on your ass tightens until it's almost painful.

"Oh," He moans, deeply affected. His hips are still as you let him slowly penetrate you until you're full with him and there's no more room in you to sink down further, "Oh, god, you feel so good."

"How do I feel?" You ask in curiosity, looking at him as he seems dazed with the sensation of your pussy. A sudden thrust upwards into you makes you yelp, his hard penis harshly bumping against your cervix. His eyes are closed as he collects his words.

"You're so warm and fluttering around me," he says, and it's true. You feel yourself squeezing at him at the sight of him, his relief evident, "I've never felt so good; it's like you were meant to have me buried in you."

His words are spoken with conviction, and you're processing it all when he thrusts again. It still hurts, but less now. Your head is spinning, but you catch onto his new rhythm and begin lifting your hips up, forcefully pushing them down on him in time with his thrusts.

Pained but aroused moans spilling from your lips in time with each thrust, you realize your tits are bouncing around in his face with your fucking, swinging around wildly. His grip on your hips tightens impossibly and you see his biceps flex madly when his muscles take over, overriding your own rhythm and violently making you meet his thrusts. The moans from his own mouth gets louder until they're louder than yours, his pace quickening at the sight of your expression above him. You look fucked out and in pain and he relishes in it, knowing the sound of skin slapping against skin is his own doing. He grits his teeth and pulls you all the way down on his length like you were when you got on top at first, shooting his orgasm into the condom but envisioning it shooting straight into your womb.

You hiss in some pain at this large and painful thrust, moaning at the distant feeling of his dick twitching in you. The base of his cock is nestled at your entrance and you feel the entire length of it throbbing in your hot pussy as he takes his time to finish.

"You haven't cum," he says through heavy breaths as he comes down and you know he isn't asking but stating his observation.

"It's still really hot," you admit, "I like how it feels when you cum in me."

Staring up at you, he brings his hands up to your ass again and lifts his hips to inch the both of you towards the head of the bed, reaching towards the bedside dresser and grabbing one of your vibrators, handing it to you. You're still impaled on him and gasp at the sensation of him jerking you forward with him on his dick. Now kneading rhythmically at your tits, he pulls at them like he was milking you, "Cum on my cock."

Wide-eyed, you realize he's perceptive and has noticed your vibrators when you came in.

His gaze is drinking you in, eyes less wild as he stares. When you hesitate, he takes the vibrator from your fingers and turns it on, placing it against your clit as you sit on him. You're impressed he knows where the clit is and you jump at the sensation of the vibrator bumping against it, feeling him thrust up with an overstimulated whimper when you jump.

"Tim," you gasp, "doesn't that hurt?"

"Don't worry about it," he hisses through gritted teeth, "I need to feel you cum on my cock."

So you focus on finding your orgasm, hyperaware of the hard rod resting in your secret place, tracing the sex toy along places near your clitoris and moaning in pleasure as you play with yourself. He whimpers every time you squeeze on him and you squeeze on him any time you find pleasure near your clit. His hands return to milking your tits and you remember that his condom is full of his cum, sloshing around deep inside you and pressing against your cervix. The fear of the condom breaking suddenly rushes you to your first orgasm and you gasp his name, feeling him twitch deep inside you as you repeat his name helplessly in your climax. He strains upwards and his lips catch a nipple, sucking harshly as you begin to come down.

"Keep it there," he growls when you begin to pull your vibrator away, "We're not going anywhere until you cum again."

"Tim," you whimper, "I can't."

"I know you can," he says, thrusting upwards experimentally. The movement makes the vibrator bump against your clit and you squeeze down on him at your own overstimulation, making him groan. He slowly and determinedly begins thrusting into you again, small tears forming in his eyes at the overstimuation.

His stubborn insistence on chasing your second high even though you're both beyond the edge only makes you more aroused and you rut against him. He's not thrusting fully, but more so bumping against your cervix in small movements and you're fraught with a visual of the full condom sloshing around. You wonder if he will cum again into it, if it will become so full with his semen it bursts inside you. This thought along with his steady breast kneading causes the knot to quickly build up in your cunt until it comes undone again, and your second orgasm hits in a fray of overstimulation and whimpering.

"There you go," he coos, legs underneath you twitching at your pulsing movements, "There you go, you did so well. You did so good for me, baby...you were meant for it."

You shudder at the sweet tone, being pulled down for a long kiss. His chest is sweaty, the space in between the bottom of your thighs and the tops of his is slick, and you're gasping against his neck when he holds you. The two of you spend a while in that embrace, regaining your breaths and recovering from the intense session. Your head rests against his collarbone until you stir, slowly lifting yourself off him and breathing through the feeling of his cock sliding out of you. When it's fully out, you collapse next to him on the bed, bringing a leg up to wrap around his as you both take a breather.

You know you told him it was no commitment, no feelings, no drama, but you can't deny yourself a cuddle session after sex regardless. He doesn't speak, but the silence is comfortable as you rest your head against the crook of his chest and side. The atmosphere in the room shifts subtly as the distant sounds of the television fade into the background, replaced by the incessant chirping of Tim's phone.

You can't help but notice the growing urgency in Tim's demeanor as he glances at his device, a furrow forming on his brow. Despite your reluctance, he rises from the bed, his movements hesitant yet determined.

Sitting up despite your whines of protest, Tim looks at his device in concern and reluctance, "I have to take this."

Your initial protest dies on your lips as you watch him leave the room, a knot of unease forming in the pit of your stomach. What could possibly be so pressing at this hour? The uncertainty gnaws at you, feeding into the growing sense of unease.

As you strain to make out the muffled voices from the other room, a sinking feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. The once familiar sounds of Tim's voice now carry an edge of tension, each word laced with frustration and urgency. It's a stark contrast to the comfortable silence you shared moments ago.

Your heart sinks further as Tim returns, his expression weighed down by an unspoken burden. The air between you feels heavy with anticipation, as if bracing for the inevitable.

"What's wrong?" you venture cautiously, already dreading the answer.

Tim's gaze flickers with a mixture of regret and resignation as he meets your eyes, his voice heavy with apology, "I'm really sorry, but something came up. I have to go."

Your mind races, trying to comprehend the sudden shift in the atmosphere. What could possibly be so urgent? Despite your efforts to remain composed, a wave of insecurity washes over you. Did this mean you weren't important enough to prioritize?

"...Really?" you finally utter, your voice trembling slightly.

"Yes," he reluctantly confirms, a guilty expression on his face, "I'm very sorry, but I need to attend to this."

Wanting to protest but knowing it would be more frustration than it was worth, you nodded slowly at the news, "...Okay."

He starts for the door, ""I wish I could stay, but I really need to go. I'll make this up to you, I swear."

As Tim heads towards the front of your apartment to gather his belongings and dress, you follow behind, hastily pulling on your shirt as you move. Despite the turmoil swirling within, you're determined to maintain a façade of composure, refusing to let the tears welling up inside spill over. The uncertainty gnaws at you as you watch him prepare to leave, a knot of anxiety tightening in your chest. You desperately cling to the hope that something truly urgent has come up, unable to bear the thought of him simply walking away after the intimacy you shared. You wonder if you'll be able to face him at school after this, but the thought is so overwhelming to you that you just try to focus on the present moment.

You swallow hard, forcing a tight-lipped smile as you bid him farewell, your heart heavy with unspoken words and unanswered questions. As the door clicks shut behind him, you're left standing alone in the hallway, grappling with the aftermath of his abrupt departure.

After a long moment, you decide that freshening up will probably help you feel better and you turn on heel to head towards the bathroom, the goal of brushing your teeth and washing your face the only thing you're ready to focus on in your sudden loneliness.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

@dakota-rain666 @tyga-stripes @obsessedwithromance

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This ship has been bugging me for days now. Supers and bats just have the best dynamics.

I love these boys so much.

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a loving family, an unpalatable desire: unorganized fake tweets

— masterlist !

a/n: do w/ this info as you will. this is the equivalent of my (rare) incorrect quotes post. honestly don't know half of what i'm doing, this is just me teasing a future one-shot (or multiple hahaha....) it's more dramatic in my draft than it is in this fake twitter post so watch out (totally not an excuse bec idk how to make feek tweets uhm) 😭

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MISFORTUNATE LADY

✙ Yandere Mafia Dark! Bat family X Reader ✙

Synopsis : You had the misfortune of catching their eye. Oh, why did you have to make such a stupid mistake? Now you could only cry , hoping for them to leave you alone.

Warnings : Stalking, murder, no care for human life, anxiety, non-consentual touching, Non-consentual drug use

Prev // Next

Chapter 1 :-

It was a dark and cloudy night. Clouds had filled the Gotham sky, making its inhabitants bear the dark and shadows in their full glory. In this city of everlasting twilight, sounds of muffling screams could be heard from one particular warehouse.

“ Tsk-” A figure groaned, boredom latched in his tone as he pierced a blade through his little victim's finger. The victim screamed in agony unable to stop tears from swelling underneath his eyes.

“ Fuck…” Jason cursed under his breath, his eyes narrowing in disgust as he stared at his victim wetting himself. He held his head feeling a headache overtake him. “ Oi replacement.”

No response.

“Little shit I know you can hear me.” Jason commented. A grunt was heard on the other side.

A man in his early twenties let out a yawn, his hand picking up a cup of coffee and bringing it near his throat. He chugged it down in an instant and let out an exhausted gasp. “ Don't scream at me Jay.” He sighed in his com before sharpening his eyes.

“Tell the Old man the fucker useless !” Jason retorted.

Tim pressed the mouse and several screens appeared in front of him. “Dick's got a lead to the traitors place. So it seems this waste of space is useless-” the computer screen zoomed at the victim mobbed and on his last breath with eyes begging for mercy.

Tim lazily sneered, lagging back at his comfortable seat.

“ Deal with him as you wish.” and the comm went off. Those words were all that was needed before red liquid splashed on Jason's face. He got up and went up to the table. Various torture devices were placed on the table - ranging from mild to painful ones.

Jason took out a handkerchief and removed the victim's blood from ruining his face. The moonlight highlighted his sharp green glowing eyes while he remained cold to the corpse rotting mere steps away.

He walked out the door and casually threw the bloody handkerchief on one of the guard's. “Dispose of the body.” he commanded in cold words. The guards bowed and went in while Jason took off on his motorbike Parker not too far away from the entrance.

He soon arrived at the Mansion. As soon as he stepped inside his room, a notification sound came on his phone. He took it out and his cold and aggressive eyes turned tender. A warm smile formed on his lips.

He quickly dialed the number and waited impatiently while the phone rang. Two rings and you finally picked up.

“ Hello?” You asked, your voice drowsy.

“Hello? Who is this?” Jason looked at his phone and couldn't help but think your furrowed eyebrows while you sat on your bed looked undeniably cute.

Jason snickered and playfully responded. “ Angel, it's me. ” He responded before, a loud sound of thug was heard followed by the phone going silent.

He looked at the screen to see you had ended the call and blocked him.

Again.

He sighed before falling back down on his bed. You sure loved to play hard to get. He thought before tiredness overtook him and he fell into a deep slumber.

On the other side, you were panicking - sweat formed on your forehead while you took several deep breaths. Your body was quivering in fear all while you tried to stabilize your breathing and sit back on your bed.

It took ten minutes before you could even find enough courage to get up. But you believed anyone would react the same way when faced with a situation like yourself. Others might even respond worse - you were still undeniably trying to keep a stable mind.

Why the hell was this happening to you?

You didn't know what sin you committed last month. It had merely been thirty two days since you had moved to this particular neighborhood in Gotham. Nothing seemingly different had happened in your seemingly ordinary life before things went stray.

You were going insane.

Snapping up to look at the sounds of several flashes you couldn't even cry. These bastards! What did you even do? How did you end up with psychopathic lunatics as your stalkers!

They weren't even trying to be subtle about their stalking either.

They were slow in the beginning- with your things going missing and not being present in the same place.

Then they started leaving notes.

And now this!

You wanted to hit someone! After all, what wrong did you even do? A loud sound of a message popping up was heard throughout your room. You gulped and stepped up to pick your phone from the table while you had just thrown it away.

XXXX-XXXXXXX

Cover your eyes and sit in your usual place.

You bit the lower end of your lips before sending a message of agreement.

XXXX-XXXXXXX

Understood.

It didn't take long to find the binding cloth. You have done this several times, wrapped it around your eyes and tightened its hold on your face and sat quietly like a lamb waiting for its slaughter.

The sound of the clock ticking chipped away your anxiety with each second passing by. Your body sitting on the soft bed felt sore and cold. But you could do nothing but wait.

Finally sounds of light footsteps were heard. You noted there were two this time. Soon a large muscular hand pulled you up and entrapped you in a tight embrace. “Y/n!” A joyful voice soaked with honey was heard.

Your body stiffened uncontrollably while you tried to prevent yourself from breaking down crying.

“ She's looking more pale than usual.” you heard a small voice mutter. You didn't move, not even a bit.The one holding you replied in a concerned tone, “ You're right.” He moved his lips closer to your ear before whispering, “ Babe did you eat anything?”

Babe? This delusional bastard-

Your fist tightened and you replied hesitantly, “ Yes.” this would be enough wouldn't it? You didn't want to tell him or them anymore.

“ Lier.” The same soft voice from earliest rang closer to you. You could guess the woman (stalker) was close to your age making this situation more ridiculous. How could they do this?

“ Explain Cass.” The man holding you commanded.

“ She barely ate. She's been vomiting out all that she ate since morning.” And who was to blame for that! You wanted to scream but you kept quiet.

You heard the man sigh before out of nowhere he picked you up and gently carried you to bed.

Placing you back there, you felt something pushed near your mouth. “ It's fruit.” He spoke, trying to calm you.

“ Don't worry it's not drugged, eat some.We can't have you getting sick or addicted so early on.” You finally opened your mouth only to get tricked.

His lips touched yours.

This bastard-

You found it hard to breathe. His tongue tried to push into your mouth all while you tried to futilely refuse but in the end he won. His tongue dived deep into your mouth and exchanged his body fluids with yours.

He was devouring you like some monster. You felt so helpless and in pain. Finally after what was like forever he pulled out.

You pushed him away with all your might and stood up only to lose your balance due to an unstable supply of oxygen for you know how long.

“ Y-You tricked me!” You breathed out, your eyes still covered leaving you helpless.

Dick chuckled and met his sister's eyes. “ Couldn't help myself Love.” His tone was so no serious, it was like he didn't care.” You looked too adorable to miss out on.” He added, like it would make the situation better. You trembled.

He huffed and tendly brought his hands closer to you. Those large muscular hands pinched your lovely pink cheeks before moving near your neck.

He who stood behind you opened his mouth and bit into your neck. You let out a shriek only for your lips to be captured again.

This time by the woman named Cass.

You felt a small pill in your mouth and realized it was one of those drugs. But before you could try and vomit it out. The woman's tongue pushed it back of your oral cavity and you mistakenly swallowed it.

By the time both of their bodies separated from you, your mind was overtaken by an unfortunate state of paralysis.

You felt dazed which was followed by a big headache. Your body lost consciousness and was caught by the oldest Wayne son.

Cass observed Dick picking you up and helping you cover yourself with a blanket. “ She's going to be unable to move her hands or walk. .” Dick's body stilled before he lazily asked.

But Cass could tell his body language was tense. She was a master of it after all. “ What are you getting at?” Cass signed, “ Why give her that when we already have a tight lease on her?”

“ Cass Cass, my dear sister.” Dick placed a hand on her shoulder, “ We need to secure our treasure. If there's even a tiny possibility of her leaving us. Then I'll cut it down from the roots. The Wayne’s do not take chances.”

Dick spoke those words before jumping out from the windows. Cass followed right behind him but not before lingering another pitiful glance at your sleeping figure.

You truly were unlucky.

★★(TBC)★★

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SOOOOOO- What do you folks think? Interesting enough or should I make it more gore?

Any kind of feedback or even you saying hi to me. Motivates me. (Comment please my cuties)

Also Hope you guys enjoy and Thanks for reading 🩷

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Smalltown!Neglected!Meta!Reader x Yandere!Batfam ☁️ Part Four

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

Part One ☁️ Part Two ☁️ Part Three ☁️ Part Five ☁️ Part Six ☁️ Part Seven ☁️ Part Eight

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

Warning: Obessive behavior, Yandere tendencies, su*c*de/death.

A/N: Finally adding warning labels. We’re getting somewhere. I’ve had some of this written out, but had to add some stuff in to drive it home. Reader’s coping skills are failing, but everyone’s starting to get obsessive. Also, I’ve been fighting myself on drawing art for this. (I’m a bit out of practice.)

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

Reader has basically called befriending Damian and Jason a lost cause.

Bruce still avoids reader. And, everyone else is still busy with what Reader assumes is Batwork. (Which is fine, Reader is fine. It’s not like they’re stuck in the manor pacing the halls every damn day.)

Cass and Duke’s get back from their respective missions. They weren’t gone too long, but they’re come back a bit roughed up. They debrief with Bruce and then have to go back to being civilians.

Reader is waiting to comfort them. Not to confront them. Reader’s more concerned with how Duke has a mild limp and how Cass’s knuckles have some bruising than them ditching. Plus, reader is still not completely sure that her family is Gotham’s vigilantes. They need to confirm.

But, Duke and Cass both appreciate Reader checking on them and not asking questions. Cass suspects Reader suspects something, judging by Reader’s body language. But, it’s nice for someone who’s naturally soft to be soft with you.

Duke appreciates how Reader treats him so, normally. In a way it reminds him of his childhood, when things were easier. He has a normal friend now, completely mostly free of Gotham’s crazy.

Reader is happy their back, but disappointed that they won’t be going to the school gala. In fact, a few family members make comments about how it sounds like a waste of time.

Bruce, however, is actually happy Reader is excited. And, Reader gets even more excited when one of their new friends ask to be their date. Reader’s date is so genuinely excited about going to this Gala with Reader. (Uh-oh, that’s not good.)

Some of Reader’s other friends, the more haughty and wealthy ones, tell Reader that they should’ve picked someone more… refined. Which Reader defends that their Date is perfectly sweet and good looking to boot.

But, this leads Reader to decide not to tell anyone in the family about their date. They don’t want to hear the same thing from their Gotham family. Reader does inform BFF, younger brother, and Nana of their date. For some reason, BFF was a bit disgruntled, and even Nana tried to convince them it was probably best not to go. Younger Brother was encouraging reader to have fun. (But he was whispering into the phone, and asking Reader if he could come visit them soon. Please. People are acting weird here. Is everything okay, do you need me to come home. No. No. Don’t— It’s fine. I just wanna come visit you.)

But, reader was committed to going and enjoying their date and wearing their custom made outfit.

That night, Reader was given Bruce’s permission to get ready at one of their friends’ houses. Reader was practically spoiled by their friends, it was almost a bit overwhelming. Their date meet them at the Gala escorting them inside and having a wonderful time. (I hope it last. It’s not going to though. How sad.)

At the end of the night, their Date escorted them home. To end a near perfect night Reader got a kiss. A long and pretty heated kiss. Right in front of the Entrance camera.

Tim had pulled up the camera feed when Reader got home, at Bruce’s request, just to check on Reader. (He was going to do it anyway.) The entire family was winding down from Patrol in the Batcave when the feed came on. Leaving them all to get a front row seat to Reader’s little act of rebellion.

(That’s all this was, right. Just a little act of rebellion. This won’t happen again, obviously. They won’t fucking let it.)

Bruce is livid. It doesn’t help that Jason wolf-whistles to further enrage him. (Jason is making plans to break someone’s leg though. Possibly the Dates. How fucking dare they corrupt you, that’s his job.)

Stephane is honestly impressed, didn’t think Reader had it in them. (How cute! I wonder what we could get up to together.)

Duke, sweet Duke, didn’t want to see that. His (best) friend getting tongued down on camera. He’s going to need bleach and therapy. (Why would you do that? When you can just game with him. You’re his bro. Gross.)

Cassandra is… understanding. Reader has needs. Reader wants affection. That’s fine. But, not that one. Pick someone else. (Llet her pick, actually. You can’t read people like her, you need someone better. Someone you she can trust. She needs to approve of them first.)

Dick is more disapproving, but he understands. Still, this changes how he sees Reader. Sweet innocent helpless Reader has a wild side. (But still reader is clearly helpless, obviously they don’t know what they’re doing.)

It also changes how Barbara sees Reader. Or confirms. Barbara runs under the assumption that Reader is more like Bruce than anyone realizes. (She’s not wrong, but it’s not in the way she thinks.) Bruce is a bit of natural flirt, he just hides it in his ‘Brucie’ persona. Reader apparently takes after that. (Damian sure didn’t.)

Damian, is disgusted, disappointed, and disapproving. He doesn’t doubt Father will scold you, but your date needs to be dealt with and all other suitors as well. (He’ll take care of it. He’s your brother, that’s his job.)

Tim, however, is legitimately jealous. He wanted to see this side of reader first. He got a glimpse of it before, but he wants it for himself now that he sees the full thing. (Also, right in front of the camera? Did Reader know it was there? If they did, would they be okay with Tim filming them more? Just to observe, please.)

Tim immediately starts pulling up all the information he can about Reader’s date. Without Bruce’s prompting this time. Bruce does nod in approval before marching to the entrance. Intent on putting an end to this and giving Reader a firm talking to.

It goes, horribly. Date is forced to leave and Bruce tears into Reader. (What happened to the outfit I bought you? Why didn’t you tell me you had a date? I didn’t approve of this. I don’t care that you’re back on time or that you’re old enough, you’re my child! Mine! You get my approval first.)

Reader stays composed, barely. The good news is that the brutal scolding is the only consequence Reader faces. (Bruce is more upset about Reader not seeking his approval than doing something he disapproves of. He’s your father. He should have a damn say. Would you have done this to D̴̖̞͑̊̓a̷͎͗̇d̸̜͍̩̓̎d̸̪̩̟̆̎y̶̛̼̌? Why are you doing this to him?)

The bad news, Reader’s date’s life is over. With just a few clicks from Tim and approval from Bruce, Date’s family company falling apart. Reported to the government, lawsuits filed by third-parties. Hidden debts needing to be collected NOW. Any misfiled taxes? Found and reported. And, most importantly, all calls and ways for Date to contact reader again, blocked.

Socially and financially, Date’s life is ruined in less than twenty-four hours. Worst of all, Reader doesn’t know. They’re still on cloud nine about the night, despite Bruce’s lecture. But, come Sunday morning, two days later, things fall apart.

Date is reported dead. Apparent suic1de just the night before. The financial implosion of the family was named the apparent reason.

Reader is distraught, confused, and hurt. What happened? What’s going on? This can’t be happening. I don’t want to lose anymore people I care about. I don’t want to lose someone like Momma and Daddy again.

Reader’s Gotham friends console Reader, saying it’s not their fault. That Date struggled with thought before. Don’t blame yourself. (They weren’t worth your time.)

Surprisingly enough, it’s Dick that finds reader having a borderline breakdown.

Dick clings and coddles and coos, but this time. Reader clings back. Reader clings back tight. Desperate for comfort. Which is surprising for Dick.

Most of the family tends to brush off his attempts at comfort until they hit rock bottom. For once, this isn’t someone hitting rock bottom before they need him. This is someone that’s just genuinely sad and overwhelmed and needs wants him.

Dick also ran under the assumption that Reader was allergic to affection, like Damian and Bruce. But, apparently, that wasn’t the case. It’s a nice feeling. To have someone not fight him when he tries to be comforting. Someone who is happy to take it. Of course, he doesn’t stay long. Once Reader pulls themselves together he’s got to get back to Buldhaven, but this time he leaves a bit slower. (But, him leaving somehow makes Reader feel worse.)

[iidilio]

𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯?| 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘴!reader| chapter: 01, (next part) 02, 03, 04, 05

[🌸] hi hi :> I wanted to upload this here, since probably many don't know it, haha

Summary: Perhaps the most important question is not; "How did you end up in this place?". it is; will you be able to finish the unfinished business that your self from this world left pending?.

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You were exhausted, the movie you had gone to see with your friends had lasted longer than you expected. The duration had been three hours, and the idea of a hot bath made the somewhat stiff muscles from sitting for too long cry with joy. It was at least six in the afternoon, the sun was hiding, leaving behind a beautiful sunset.

The air was cool, giving you a little peace. The place you were walking through was lonely, there were no people around, which was weird, since you should be near the park and– oh, you can already hear the happy cries of little children playing. You felt safe, in a way hearing people nearby gave you some security because if someone strange showed up you could run to the park, you know; Just follow the voices and you'll be safe.

Although in extreme cases, you would just use the pepper spray you bought at that cheap store. Fortunately, for you, there has never been an edge case where you had to use it.

You were very close to the park, there was only one more block left for you to arrive. The screams of the children were getting louder, indicating that you were close, you could already hear the adults talking and some dogs playing with their owners.

You were about to get to where the voices were coming from when you felt the air changing and suddenly, you no longer had a ground to step on.

The ground had simply disappeared, leaving you to fall into a black abyss. The laughter of children, the happy voices of adults, became more and more distant until you simply remained in deathly silence. The peace you had before had been giving way to confusion and terror.

The feelings and questions racked every fiber of your being until you simply couldn't take it anymore and passed out.

You didn't know what was in store for you or what would happen once you opened your eyes, if ever.

Maybe when you open your eyes, everything will be alright again.

.

.

.

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Maybe...

...

The old woman who found you was looking at you with pity... again.

You simply decided to recap what had happened these last few weeks in a lousy attempt to ignore the look 'Laura' was giving you. Apparently, you had woken up in a small town called 'Bibury'... which was in England.

'England?!', was your first thought when you found out where you were, your shock was so great that you couldn't speak for a couple of hours. The kind old lady named Laura had given you some tea to calm you down.

She had practically stayed by your side, patiently waiting for you to come to your senses, for which you were profusely grateful. Sometimes you needed alone time to process things, but not this time, you needed company and before you knew it you were hugging Laura and crying like a baby. She didn't care that you wet her soft coat with your tears. Your worries, your fears began to surface, how-how would you get back home?

You cried for what seemed like the whole day until the moon came up and it was only at that moment that you fell asleep, but before doing that Laura had taken you to a rather dirty and small room, she practically tucked you in like a small child while you sobbed and held on to everything you could reach. She had stayed close to you until you closed your tired eyes.

The next morning, you had a soup for breakfast that Laura had made for you. Having already had breakfast, you called the first number that appeared to you with your phone, which turned out to be your mother's, it rang a couple of times before—

'Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable or disconnected. If this is an error, try calling to...-'

"What?" It had been the first thing that had come out of your mouth, this was definitely not something normal. Deciding that maybe it was just a mistake, you called back, only to get the same message as before. With a tired sigh you called your dad, and they answered- but it wasn't your father's voice, you called each of your friends or acquaintances that you had in your contact list, but none of your contacts answered, not even your boyfriend who answered the first two or three rings.

Strangely, your dad's number kept calling your phone, you answered twice before giving up. The voice on the other end that belonged to a man sounded strange, almost as if he was in...shock?, although thinking about it, perhaps it was just confusion. The last thing he said to you before you hung up was a "who the fuck are you–?". You just turned off the phone after the last four calls because it wouldn't stop ringing.

Leaving you in your current state, unable to communicate and in a town you didn't know. Laura kept looking at you worried from her seated position. Deciding that enough of wallowing in misery was enough, you got up from the comfortable sofa you were on and sat down next to her. Perhaps socializing with the only person you knew would be better for now, plus when your headache subsides you might think better of what to do next.

Grabbing the small notebook together with the pen you wrote <<don't worry, everything is fine>>

When the old lady took you in, you learned many things about her.

The first thing you learned was that she was 98 years old. And that she was deaf due to an accident she had as a child.

The second thing you learned was that her husband had been killed in World War II. And all because he was enlisted in the army to fight for the allied countries, he had died due to the impact of a stray bullet.

And the third thing was that his son died several years after his father's death, due to lung disease. You felt bad because you were using her son's room, but Laura had told you not to worry about it.

Clutching the small notebook in her wrinkled hands together with the pen, she wrote to you <<you can always tell me anything>>

It could be said that you were lonely and somewhat hopeless, but with Laura by your side you felt that very soon you would be able to find a way to return home.

...

You didn't know what to think when a blond man appeared at the house that same afternoon. What caught your attention the most about his appearance was his beard and the long jacket he was wearing.

"Shit– I was right". Ah, he had the same voice you heard, he was the man of the phone.

Wait- what was he right about?

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// curiosities //

World War II ended 79 years ago (1945 - 2024), Laura was 20 years old when the war ended. Her husband died when she was 19 years old, her son died of a lung disease that slowly became terminal when she was 27 years old.

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I want a Laura in my life~ 😩

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[hana-no-seiiki]

Sorry for the long hiatus. My meds for my bipolar disorder have made it very difficult to have inspiration/motivation for anything aside from normie activities.

Anyways I have a lot planned for this year! Hopefully you guys enjoy these works that have been in the backburner for a while while now. Love yall.

Without further ado, here’s a little drabble/some hcs as appetizers.

YANDERE BATFAM x HAREM! READER

tw/cw: DID coded shenanigans. Multiple Readers converge from my other works. Confusing fuckery. Yun writing without his meds. Featuring @sophiethewitch1 ‘s loser reader from What We Want. Mad Genius! Reader.

inspired by: The Herta (Honkai Star Rail) and a lil Iron Man.

Okay it but wouldn’t it be fucking hilarious if Reader gave the boys a harem of their own.

Like perhaps they’re just this immortal genius that creates puppets. Each with its unique personality and looks. But all of them share one thing, a love for their creator and the batfam. (And are all under your control…mostly)

Let’s start with your failures shall we? After all, the most precious thing to a genius like you, is your mistakes. However few or many there are.

You created Cat Villain! Reader as a test. No flashy powers beyond invisibility and teleportation. What you did give them however, was a whole load of sass and mystique. Something that drew in the Robins pretty well at first, but they soon lose interest in favor of … well

another work of yours was Alien! Reader. The goody two shoes with a dark side. (You couldn’t make them perfectly straight and narrow, that would have been far too boring). But Alien! Reader started dating Damian way too quickly. And everyone seemed so happy with the arrangement that you quickly ended it all. Swiftly killing your puppet in a fit of boredom. (Don’t worry, you kept some spare parts in order to rebuild them later on if such a whim caught your fancy)

Now, What We Want! Reader was special. It took a lot of time, effort, and whole butt load of money. Crossing dimensions was a lot more difficult than you thought it would be. But of course, in the end, your perfect self managed to pull through.

Replacing the original What We Want! Reader with a puppet that housed a soul from another world? Genius. Absolutely brilliant. You should reward yourself with how smart you are.

Unfortunately the boys got too excited and locked her up. Almost removing your access to one of your favorite experiments! How could they?

And so you send her back home. Safe and sound (and ready for part two!)

While looking through other dimensions, a certain manga/anime caught your eye. Makima! Reader was inspired from the character herself. And Bruce’s lack of participation and eagerness in some of your previous tests. And so you made his utter nightmare. One who killed when it was necessary and kill you did.

Unfortunately Makima! Reader almost made [Favorite DC Villain] pass away and you wouldn’t want that happening, don’t you?

In getting What We Want! Reader to your dimension you failed to account one of your stupid puppets getting into the collider by accident. And thus was What’s Up Danger? Reader was born.

You let it roam free for the most part, but for some reason time seemed to loop around them meeting the batboys for the first time and would never go beyond it. (Probably cause the author hasn’t updated in a dozen amber eras at this point)

Exasperated and in dire need of some fun in your life. You bring back all the readers one last time.

And oh, the chaos that ensued was one for the ages.

Finally, a success.

©️ h.n.s. - yun | 2025

[jaythes1mp]

Masterlist

Jay, 20m, Aussie-South African

I make yandere content with the Batfam and Slytherin boys

Requests are open and encouraged! Platonic and Romantic yanderes welcome.

Published works:

-> Your Secrets Are Ours, Kid -> CH1, CH2, CH3, CH4, CH5, CH6, CH7, CH8, CH9, CH10,

-> Ghosts -> Oneshot.

-> Here, Kitty -> CH1, CH2, CH3,

-> Shallow -> CH1,

Other posts:

-> Robin Reader, -> Puppy Reader, -> Alternative Animal Reader, -> Professional Player Reader, -> Deer Reader, -> More on PPR, -> Plus Sized Reader -> Escapism -> Goldfish Reader -> Extra Goldfish Reader -> Bear/Elephant Reader -> Anon Scenarios -> Ponyo Reader -> Yan BatBoys 01 -> Yan BatBoys 02 → Cigarette Dog Toy w Puppy Reader -> Gender Rules ->

Related asks:

-> Your Secrets Are Ours, Kid -> 「1」 「2」

-> Here, Kitty -> 「1」 「2」 「3」 「4」 「5」 「6」 「7」 「8」 「9」 「10」 「11」 confession 「12」

-> Shallow -> 「1」

(??) -> The Incident -> 「1」 「2」

Fanart:

-> Jason holding up Cat Reader -> Cat Reader on Bruce’s shoulder -> Knocking coffee onto an important document -> Cat reader w Damian -> Cat Reader on Jason’s bike -> Sad Kitten Reader -> No context Kitten Reader -> Raccoon Reader meeting Alfred -> Anon Scenarios -> Merfolk Reader -> Cat Reader Denied Pizza -> Ponyo Reader -> Cat Reader found a gun -> Taking Cat Reader’s claws -> Cat Reader moping → Just a normal day for Cat Reader and Tim → → →

Anons: ⭐️,🪼,

Taglist questions

Everything posted on this platform is made entirely by me. A shit load of time and effort goes into every post that I make, so I’d appreciate it if it stayed on this page. I do not have any other platforms where I post this kind of work. Please don’t plagiarise my content🙏🙏

[gemjewlerybox]

we are going to act like I used Blue and PInk are actualy names or something I didn't like how Sweetheart and Darling felt in

♡

“...This is a coffee house?” 

It was a coffee house, more specifically, the one that was close to the college campus Blue went too. The cafe was a store merged in between a wall of buildings and such, some that does give the vibes of residential and parking. Put Blue decided to park right in front of the cafe.

“Wow, really? Nooooo” the sarcasm, as always, as Blue turned the ignition to the car off. “I thought it was a public outhouse.” 

An awkward laugh left your mouth as you got out of the car to follow after her, looking around to see if anyone was out at this hour. It wasn’t that late, but it was late enough to wear the coffee house closed and no one on the street you were on. To be honest you thought she lived in the dorms on campus, as every college student does ... .well every other does? 

“Sorry this isn’t as big and elaborate as the manors you're used to.” Blue came around to your side, her hand grabbing the hood of your jacket and flipping over your head, “Worried about being seen in such a place?”

“No- that's not!” you blurted out, you can hear Blue laughter as she walked towards the building's back door. “I just thought you lived in the dorms…or at least an apartment.”

“This is an apartment.” Blue said matter-a-factly as she unlocked a side door to the building. 

“...this is a coffee house-” 

“With” with a swoosh, revealed not the interior of the cafe but a set of stairs going up. “A studio on top.” 

“...What” was all that came out of your confused mouth,you can feel the cheeks of your face getting hot. 

“The place is a two story building yet the actual cafe is only one story. I rented out the top part.” With that, Blue began walking up the stairs. “You coming or nah?”

After a moment awkwardly standing still, you yelled“I am!” as you chased after to follow her

♡

“This is-”

“Nice? Lovely? Small? Cramped?”

“You could have stopped at nice.”

It was nice, well lived in (a mess). It was a studio like she said. But it took up the whole second floor of the building. And for someone who only moved a few months ago, fully furnished with all the fixings a good apartment has.

A full living space set with a large tv screen with a console, and comfortable living room furniture. On the opposite side of the space was a full kitchen that isn't cramped together there's a whole kitchen island??. Along with a bathroom that was larger than even yours back at the manor.

On one wall of the place is full of large windows with a patio out decorated patio chairs and tables. She even has a whole treadmill. What the hell, even with Gotham's apparent low rent because of the…activities, this studio was a little too good for a college student who, from Pink’s perspective, doesn’t work outside of being a tutor for a few hours a week. 

“I like it”

“Well I wasn’t asking if you did or didn’t” the older girl bluntly as she climbed up the stairs of the loft bed where you were where is she getting her money, like seriously??

“Why do you have to be so defensive” you whined a bit as you grabbed the glass of water she brought to you, “I was trying to be nice”

“Hmm” she only replied back as she flopped on the bed in front of you. You yourself were on a beanbag chair in the lofted part of the studio.

There was, what you felt like, an awkward silence, as you just looked around the apartment and taking sips from your cup. Blue was silent on her bed, you couldn’t tell what she was even thinking since she was facing away from you. Even then, you didn’t know what to say or talk about

Well you did…you just didn’t want to talk about it. 

“Y’know, I’m not going to make you talk about how your folks just basically abandoned you at my college,” 

Great

“Nor how you adamantly don’t want me to drop you off.” 

Freaking great

“Butttt” She pushed her body up the bed “What we can do is have you take a bath and get out of that uniform.” You looked back up to her as she began moving up off the bed,

 “I’ll wash it for you so you have a uniform to wear tomorrow when I drop you off back.” Blue continued as she walked back down the stairs, she paused mid stair and turned back towards you.

“Are you coming down orrrr”

“Ah-” you hadn’t realized you were just staring at her stupidly as she walked off the loft, you quickly chugged the glass of water as you got up, “I’m-ack- right behind you!” 

“Girl don’t choke on water, that would be such a sad way to go.” ♡

“This show is stupid.”

“You need a tutor in fucking shapes and numbers, you don’t get to call something stupid.”

“HEY”

After several hours, the living room of Blue’s apartment was a mess, even more of a mess than it was before. 

After a nice shower and begging to get to wear her satin pjs along with ordering a few greasy pizzas for delivery, you relented and let her pick what trash TV show to watch. 

The older one was on the couch munching on sides while you were on the ground in front watching the trash TV Blue selected for you two to watch.  

“Why give your partner an ultimatum of ‘either go on this show and date other people and get married to me at the end or get married to me right now or we’re done.”

“Cause people are dumb” she answered you while eating one of the side pastas you also begged her to get. “Dumb dumb dumb.”

“But then” you continued, getting more confused, “some get mad that their spouse is like ‘dating’ other people on the show, isn’t that the whole point??”

“Mmmm that's what I like about it. I don’t even know if any of the relationships on this show even work out-”

“So why go on the show??” you asked dramatically as you poured another cup of a sugary beverage for yourself, “People on this show love misery.”

“My type of show.”

“Yeah,” you agreed back. “You would like it” you said the last bit quieter.

Blue still heard you, from the way you could feel her pushing her with her foot. “Heyy, what does that supposed to mean?” she demanded, still pushing up against you. 

“I’m just saying. There’s a reason why people like you” turning back towards her as you said the last word, you can now see the annoyed look on her face, “would like this show.”

“..And what exactly are people like me?” she asked, clocking her head to the side. 

“Oh you know” you could feel an evil evil joke coming up in your mind. “Miserable so they crave the misery of other people to enjoy in their empty empty heart-” you couldn't even finish your sentence before you felt deadweight drop on top of you.

“Oh I'm MISERABLE huh??” Blue hissed out as she put her full bodyweight in full use. “What else am I hmm??” You struggled underneath her trying to get from underneath her, yet even in your struggle you continued 

“Oh, I don’t know” you choked out, still twisting and turning. “Just an all around HATER”. Blue gasped to that as she continued to lay on top of you with ease,

“I have never heard or seen you be happy once. Well, only when that kid tripped and fell-” you couldn't finish that sentence since Blue decided it was an appropriate time to jab you in the stomach, making you lose the air from your body.

“He ate shit in front of us OF COURSE it was funny” she said, excusing her action from that day. 

“And a regular nice tutor wouldn't be attacking her students like this!” you restored once you filled your lungs back with air. 

“A student,” she began as her hands went to your face and started pinching your cheeks. “ wouldn’t be so rude to her tutor! I thought you would have some respect.” she clicked her tongue as she let go of your face. She got up off you at that and you scurried away before sticking your tongue out at her. 

“You're not that much older than me, y’know?”

“And yet, I’m the adult and you're” she pointed her finger right in your face “not”

“...I'm so calling the cops on you”

“With what phone, Pink? Oh okay YEAH.”

There was a brief moment of pause as you breathed in and out hard, Blue herself didn’t even seem tired after that attack. 

Even though your body lacked the oxygen, you couldn't stop yourself from busting out in laughter, which left Blue even more confused. “Heyy” she asked, getting back into your space and pointing at you again “What's so funny?”

“Nothing nothing,” you said as your laughter died down to giggles. “It's just, the first time in a while I had….. fun like this”

“....oh my god are you some sort of loner?”

“Oh my god Blue. I can’t have one nice sentimental moment with you.” “Why are you getting sentimental with me if you don't have friends??”

“I-..” you stopped talking, instead you brought your knees to your chest. Looking up back at Blue, you didn’t see any anger or annoyance. Well you did but youre pretty sure that's just her face. 

“I don’t really have people to call close friends here y'know? The only ones I talk to are in my club. I feel” you continued, turning away from the older girl,

“they just pity me. I was forced to join the club by the counselor. Outside of normal club activities, each time they bring me along I feel like they do it out of necessity rather than cause they like me.”

Blue didn’t say anything, instead she went back on the couch and adorned a more comfortable position, her gaze still on you.

You didn’t know if you should continue, to be honest you didn't want to. Whatever perspective she has of you, you didn’t want it to change. Change to a sad pathetic nobody, the way that everyone in this city who knows, looks at you. 

“...I”

The sound of constant ringing came out of nowhere, ruining the emotionally awkward moment.

Blue looked around, finding her phone on the ground near her. You didn’t get a chance to see what the caller id was, but it was probably someone not highly regarded to her with the face Blue pulled when she read her screen. 

She immediately declined the call with an annoyed groan leaving her mouth. She didn’t even have a chance to put the phone down before it began to ring again.

“...If it’s important-” 

“NO- no it's not. It’s just some annoying insect of a male from my class.” she revealed as she declined the call again and completely shit her phone off. 

“Oh?” a mischievous grin came on your face, one that Blue did not like, “Boy troubles?”

“Don’t even start” she warned as she glared back at you, but it was too good not to continue

“I honestly didn’t take you going for guys your age to be honest” you admitted, which gave Blue an extreme pause as she stared wide at you. 

“What-”

“I picture you sucking the life and money from some wealthy 80 year old. And then live the rest of your time and money ruining the life of his children.”

You peeked and saw Blue’s eye twitched. “And then move onto the next 80 year old when that money is up.” you giggled out. 

Blue moves her hand to her chin thinking, “...hmmm, you do make a good point.”

“Oh my god are you actually-”

“How old is your dad, Pink?”

☆

You could hear the sounds of Pink’s soft snoring from the pillow and blanket swamped nest she made on your couch. Well, soft is putting it lightly considering you could hear it from all the way from the kitchen. You were packing the leftover food in the fridge. 

You may have overdid it with the ordering, you thought to yourself as you looked at all the leftover pizza and sides hogging your fridge. You didn’t even care for pizza all that. 

Well, you didn’t care for food in general all that either. You are so going to force Pink to take some of this shit home. She was the one who even wanted this in the first place. 

You huffed as you closed the fridge door, you can feel in your bones the tiredness. It wasn’t alot that you were physically exhausted. Mentally, yeah all the time, you were dealing with alot of stupid things. 

You dragged yourself over to the nest couch and dropped next to Pink. She used the covers from your bed to build this mess, so this was really your only choice. 

The TV was now at a lower volume than before, still playing your trashy television show. You had to compromise with Pink with having it on, apparently she can only sleep in complete silence. That freak. 

You turned towards her, she was wearing your headphones when she slept. They had a noise canceling feature on there so she couldn’t hear the TV period. 

Maybe you could raise the volume up a bit more, you thought. You probably would have if a heavy yawn hadn’t left your mouth. 

Yeah maybe not tonight. Or morning? What time was it?

You looked around for your phone before finding it on the ground near the couch. Is it dead? No, when did you turn it off?

2.14am, fuck and you have to bring her to school in the morning too? You are not going to wake up early enough if you go to sleep now. 

You groaned, guess no sleep for you right now. You can skip your classes for the next day. Honestly most of them you can just look online for the notes, all for one class- 

Fuck.....Tim.

Some sick curiosity gotten to you as you open you and Tim’s chat log. 

This dude texted you multiple after turning your phone off… none of which was asking about the class you two were in. The whole reason why you even gave him your number. 

You clicked your tongue scrolling through the numerous messages of him asking your questions about your day and yourself. Like always. At this hour too? What does he take you for? A booty call?

Tim: I have a little brother too y'know, maybe your sister knows each other from school? 

…the fuck?

………You both do frequent the college campus alot. Though you have her wear your hoodie to hide her face.

Even if the media hardly ever covers her, you don’t want people to know about a rich billionaire's daughter’s daily schedule. 

Though, it is strange that he didn’t recognize his own sister. Don’t they still live together?

.........

….Maybe you should stop thinking. 

You turned to face the TV screen again, the TV show you put on going well past the point you remember. Doesn’t matter, noise is noise. 

Anything to take your mind off the damn stuffed animal that was standing on the end of the couch nest.

You felt the shift of the couch, then suddenly the heat of another body came on the right side of you. 

“Aww she’s a clinger~” 

“Opal I swear to all fucks-” The little being giggled as it emerged from whatever dark corner is came from. It lazily floated near the two of you, it looked around expectedly before slouching it shoulders. “And you save me no pizza? That’s is so mean of you”

“I will grill you and feed you to dogs” you hissed out to the thing, you really didn;t feel like hearing what the little shit had to say. 

“Wow, so harsh.” Opal said bluntly, before floating away from the living room to the kitchen. It’s floating tinkling sounds dimming down as it moved away from you.

As if it made as much sense as breathing, Opal’s body fazed through the fridge door and after a moment it emerged with a slice of pizza. That greedy little thing- IT DOESN’T EVEN NEED TO EAT

“What are you even doing here? Are you supposed to be attached to that new girl?” you asked as you watched it munch on the cold pizza

“Like the parasite you are?”

“Damn who shit in your bowl this morning?” Opal quipped back in between bites, “Anyways~, there’s too many people out hunting for her. She’s too fresh to be out for the time being”

You stared at Opal, waiting for whatever it's going on about. Considering it’s with you right now and not with that Pearl is telling. You sighed out, its stupid for her and you in the same way, to be in this city anyways. 

“Why even put a magical girl out in this city when there’s already like 7 bitches in tight suits prancing around?”

“Well, now we have two magical girls!” Opal cheered as he finished the pizza.

“I’m not a magical girl anymore Opal-”

“We just gave you a little timeout~”

“Yeah, uh huh. All the ‘missions’” you said raising your hands to make quotation marks “has been me moving to this shit city and enrolling in college. Such the exhilarating life a save the world” you mocked

“Well, you should be happy to know that-”

…oh god no

“You have a new mission!”

“NO-” you jumped up a little, causing you and Opal to freeze on the spot. You two carefully listened for Pink’s disturbed breathing to go back to normal. 

Opal sighed out as it flew away from you two and instead placed itself ontop of the TV.

“Honestly, the dramatics do not fit you.” “Eat shit Opal, the app didn’t even send me anything.” 

“That’s cause your phone was off you idiot” Opal bit back.

You groaned out again. “Between school and tutoring sessions and all I’m benign stretched fucking thin right now-” “We just need you to send a message to a certain robin birdy~”

“...what type of message?”

Opal let out another giggle, this time a giggle that couldn’t be labeled as kind or human.

“Just something to scare him and his flock.” you felt a chill go down your bones as it continued, you hated how with the little companion gets like this. It means you have to get your hands dirty.

“Gotham needs a magical girl, and we can’t have them interfering with that.”

[deaddovedecadence]

damian is sixteen in these headcanons, duke eighteen, tim eighteen, jason twenty one, cass twenty two, and dick twenty five

damian is weirdly the calmest. does not mind when people fuck in front of him, but may draw them doing it

tim is a bottom unless he's fucking darling, the weirdest switch because he's so mean with darling but loves to be fucked gently by dick, quick by jason and fucking mean by damian.

damian is only mean with his siblings, but with you he calls you nicknames and makes you believe in him, believe how wanted you are.

duke is a fucking weirdo fr. not sure of their place in the family but also sort of corrupted, and very aware that running won't get anyone anywhere so they manipulate and do it well.

damian is so fond of duke that he lets them top occasionally, the only other person with this privledge is dick

reader does not know what to do with the incest, and it's weirdly a turn on that they hate so much, it makes them feel so guilty

dick is always trying to teach you how to fuck tim but invevitably ends up with reader being fucked by Tim while dick fucks him

jason is demisexual so he doesn't start out fucking you but once he feels bonded to you, he goes all out

cass is generally uninterested in sex but loves to have you in her lap and kissing you while your being fucked

trans tim making reader chose the strap they want to get fucked with

super good aftercare for darling and always making sure that the bruises will last a while

[yandereforme]

It’s time for my new series! I was a bit unsure on format for a while, but I finally decided on one. 

Yan!Batboys

Yan!Damian x Academic Rival Reader

(Yes these all are going to have some tropes leave me alone)

Damian first meets you when he starts school in Gossum. Quickly he develops a simultaneous dislike and appreciation of you. He appreciates your intellect on principle (at least you weren’t as much of a buffoon as everyone else here) but he disliked how often you both went toe to toe… And how sometimes he didn’t win.

You had always been one of the smartest people in the school. You were pretty well known for it. You were also well known for not talking to many people, and being a loner.

You had become too smart to fast. You knew that was your inevitable social downfall. You would always been too smart and your peers couldn’t understand. It was fine, you didn’t need friends. (Secretly in the deepest, darkest parts of your mind, you would sometimes wish you weren’t so smart just to have a few friends. However, you knew expectations were for you to be smart. The expectation would be there whether you wanted it to be or not. And you couldn’t handle the disappointment and stares if you didn’t get the top grade)

Damian was the first person who ever challenged you. you felt a spark when he did that. He irritated you a lot often with his hostile attitude, and the fact you weren’t taking the top spot anymore was hard… Especially at home. Still, you could admit, at least yourself, that he added life to your day that wasn’t there when he wasn’t there. He was the first person your age who had ever challenged and won against you.

You both were just that, academic rivals, until a group project where you two are teamed up. That was all it took for you to start being close friends. When you and him worked as a team together to present, you felt better than you would ever felt. After you finished, demon turned to you, and saw you smile in a way he had never seen before. At least, never directed him. That triumphant smile brought heat to his cheeks, but he pushed it down. He convinced himself that the heat and adrenaline and warmth were all due to the fact that you and Damian just blasted everyone else out of the water.

After the project, you became friends. Your competitions turned much more friendly, and you even study together. For the first time in your life, you felt you found an equal. Found someone who was like you. So you didn’t mind (as much) when you didn’t get the top spot anymore. You would try, but you never fully minded when Damian beat you. Not anymore.

How he became Yandere for you

Your parents, and you had an odd relationship. Your mother and father didn’t really care what you did as long as you didn’t shame the family and you kept up your grades. But, now that you weren’t always getting the top spot anymore, you got their attention, and that attention was definitely not positive.

You attempted to distance yourself from Damien around two weeks before Christmas break. The reason? Your family had yelled at you about how you were shaming them by getting second, how disappointed they were at your ‘failure’ and if you didn’t get the next top spot on the exam coming up, you wouldn’t be allowed to go back to Gotham Academy. You had done homeschooling, but you didn’t like it. Homeschooling was with a series of tutors, who often treated you with distaste, and meant that your ex babysitter/tutor, George Lawrence, would come back. You hated that man. He always treated you as if you were stupid and Often made you feel as if you had done something wrong by simply eating or sneezing in his presence.

(a small part of you know that you were also distressed about the fact you would lose Damien. This is the first time in your life you’ve met someone who didn’t shrink away from your intelligence or mock it, but enjoyed and raveled in it and challenged you. You didn’t wanna lose that.)

Damien was struggling as well. Before he would start distancing yourself from him, he had considered you a worthy ally, and almost a friend. You were the only person in the school who didn’t mock him or act like an idiot around him. He enjoyed his time with you, and did not want to lose it.

(a part of him that was growing larger by the day, was wondering why he kept focusing on you, even when he wasn’t supposed to. Why did he think of you during tests? Why did he love the way you smiled when you beat him? Why did a part of him want to lose at times, just so he can see that smile?)

Your change in your actions towards him, had a large affect on him. at first he was angry. How dare you avoid him? He tried to pretend it was fine, as if he didn’t care. Then he noticed how his heart aches when you didn’t eat with him any more at lunch. How when they did tests, you wouldn’t look at him. He hated it.

After a week of this, he noticed your changes. How you looked almost desperate when you were studying. How intently you were listening to the teacher, as if it was life or death. And how sometimes you seem to catch yourself before looking at him.

He had questions, so he did what the best detectives do. He investigated. He put a listening device in your back one day and listen to it after patrol, so he could figure out what was going on( why you wouldn’t smile at him).

After he listened, he grew angrier and angrier. How dare these idiots call themselves your parents and treat you like that? How dare they force you to be like this? He would destroy them for hurting his-

Wait, his? Why were you his?

He’s stewed over all of us for the next few days. He watched as he became more and more desperate, and as the bags under your eyes grew bigger and bigger. His anger grew more and more until the day before the exam, when he found you crying in the library.(he never took back the listening device. He liked listening to you, so when he couldn’t find in the lunchroom, he immediately turned it on and went to find you.)

You were stressed and tired. You would never put so much work in studying for an exam. You couldn’t risk not doing well. You started skipping meals, study, staying up late just so you made sure that you knew everything. Your breakdown was inevitable, and you were expecting to have some sort of breakdown, even if you didn’t want to. You didn’t expect Damian to find you.

When Damian saw you crying, all of the anger in him coiled tightly into a ball in the center of his rib cage. He wanted to rage and scream. He wanted to take out everyone who made you cry. But you didn’t need him to. You needed him to stay.

He was not used to comforting people, but he had watched Grayson and read enough books that you would recommend it to him that he knew to hug you. He held you while you sobbed. When he felt you stop crying, he turns just slightly, and realize you’d fallen asleep.

As he looked at your face, he remembered how his mother had described her love for his father. “ I looked at him and I knew I wanted him. He was important, and he would be mine.” he looked at your face, red and soft and thought of your smile. He knew this was what his mother had felt for his father. You were his, and you always would be no matter what.

Later you would wake up in the nurses office, there’s Damian holding your hand. The nurse would explain that you had passed out, which wasn’t uncommon for exams. You would be excused from all the classes you’d missed. He felt a tinge of fear about your permanent record, and how your family might notice that you didn’t see those classes, but all that was forgotten when the nurse left and Damian was alone with you.

You thanked him for helping you. He simply looked at you and asked why you were upset.(he knew some of it, of course he did, but he needed to know if there was more, what he had missed). With others, you would’ve brushed it off, but then you realize that Damien had voluntarily skipped class to be with you. A boy who didn’t like much physical contact had held you as you cried, and was still holding your hand. Your only friend had stayed with you despite any other obligation. So for the second time that day, you broke and sobbed and talked.

Damian held your hand while you talked. He kept his face a mask of concern, and he was concerned. However, he was also steaming. How dare they threaten to remove you from his sight, from him? The way you talked about your tutor didn’t help either. He despises that idiot for making you feel incompetent when you were anything but.

The next day, you were surprised at how your family hadn’t made any remarks about the classes you missed. When you took the exam, you were confident. A part of you was still scared, but you had made up with Damian. That made a lot of things feel better.

(later that night, Damien would open his laptop and check the scores. He already made his way into the school system, and marks you present for all the classes you missed the day before. Your score was exact, same as his. Quietly, he he changed his score to be one below yours. He logged out of the schools system, and then went into researching your family, and Lawrence. And if the next day Lawrence was arrested for a series of crimes? Well, it wasn’t is as if it was that surprising)

(the only reason he didn’t kill him was because it cost too much attention. Besides, father would not be pleased if they were somehow linked. Now, what was he to do about your family?)

[dollishmehrayan]

# “I NEED YOUR LOVING, LIKE THE SUNSHINE, EVERYONE’S GOT TO LEARN SOMETIME.” ── .✦ ( batboys when they have a crush on you ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ )

dollish note ౨ৎ: yes this is based off that one korgis song and if you know it, your elite marry me immediately anywayss I need like more cute events to do omgg and guys I’m going to look for a new divider edition but the bunny will always stay don’t worryyy tags: (batboys x reader)

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DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

He’s so obvious. Everyone knows. Even villains probably know, even you probably know but we always play hard to get. (that’s js me sorry)

Overly casual compliments: “Wow, you look… good. Like, really good. Is that new? No? I just never noticed how great you always look??”

Purposely hangs around you way more than necessary. “Oh wow, fancy seeing you here again... at this coffee shop... at this exact time... for the fifth time this week…”, “uh.. sure okay dick.”

Gets physically flustered. You smile at him and he bumps into a wall.

Brings you little gifts like coffee, snacks, or something you mentioned once two months ago that he totally remembered.

Accidentally lets it slip to Barbara. You find out two days later because she’s evil (and supportive). GIRL BOSSSSS

RASON RODD (IF YKYK) ── .✦

Denies it to everyone. Even himself. “Me? Crushing? Pfft. Please. I'm just being nice. I’m always this nice. Shut up.”

Acts all chill and tough but turns into a sarcastic teddy bear when you're around.

Tries not to care but notices everything about you like when you’re tired, upset, or need space.

Gets really protective, then downplays it. “Yeah I threatened that guy because he was being annoying. Not because he was flirting with you. Nope.” ( our little nonchalant guy )

Will read/watch your favorite stuff in secret so he can talk about it with you, then pretends he hated it. “No, I didn’t like it. But the plot twist in episode 7 was wild. Just sayin’.”

Probably punches a wall the first time someone calls him out. Literally everyone in the family: “Just ask them out already.”

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Has a million tabs open on “how to tell if someone likes you back.”

Obsesses over every text you send. Sends a reply. Deletes it. Writes a better one. Deletes that too. Eventually sends “lol yeah same” and regrets it instantly.

Runs into you and forgets how to function for 3 seconds. “Hey—hi—hey. Sorry. I mean. Hello.”

Will research your interests so he can impress you or casually bring them up. “Oh, you’re into ___? I read a couple papers about that, super cool stuff.”

Accidentally calls you “cute” in passing, then vanishes for two days to a point you wonder if he might appear on the missing website thing.

You find out he has a playlist called “maybe someday” and the first song is something painfully romantic.

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Pretends he doesn’t like you. Like, aggressively. But it’s so obvious.

Gives you weirdly thoughtful gifts and says things like, “I noticed you were using inferior supplies.”

Blushes if you compliment him. Denies he’s blushing. “Tt. The temperature is simply warm.”

Subtly changes his schedule to be around you more. He’ll be in the library when you’re there, in the gym at the same time it’s definitely not a coincidence (even though he insists it is).

Draws you. Like, sketches. Constantly. Says it’s “for anatomy practice.”

Acts annoyed when you talk to someone else, then pouts in a corner like a feral cat.

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

He doesn’t even realize it at first. It hits him out of nowhere, like genuinely out of thin air.

Brooding increases by 200%. He stares off into space, thinking about you, and Alfred has to snap him out of it.

Becomes awkwardly formal. “Would you… perhaps… like to join me for dinner? I understand if that’s… inconvenient.” ( like despite being a former player and all and smoothhh as hell when he genuinely likes someone he can’t be smooth, your like his Andrea beaumont but if they worked out )

Totally asks Alfred for advice. Alfred gives him the same advice he gave him at 16.

When you smile at him, he short-circuits a little. You get a rare, soft Bat-smile in return.

Once he’s sure of his feelings, he’s all in but oh boy, it takes a while.

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MISFORTUNATE LADY

✙ Yandere Mafia Dark! Bat family X Reader ✙

Synopsis : You had the misfortune of catching their eye. Oh, why did you have to make such a stupid mistake? Now you could only cry , hoping for them to leave you alone.

Warnings : Sexual assult, dark themes, mafia, no care for human life

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chapter 2 :

Three weeks before everything fell apart

It was a dark and gloomy day - something that Gotham's residents had resided with as long as they could remember. You, who had just decided to move to this specific neighborhood, decided to go out and get some groceries from the store.

It wasn't too far, just a block away from your apartment.

As you walked, your shadow followed with tiny tumbles and shakes. It took about ten minutes to reach the store. You entered and started to look for items you needed. . . . “Phew..”, you sighed. You were almost done with the list. You looked at the trolley carrying your groceries.It was only the essentials.You looked closely, looks like one thing was left. You thoughtlessly moved and your head turned. Thug-

Your face was caught into something soft. You looked up and a pair of the most beautiful brown you've ever seen - stared down at you. They were sharp like a predators about to swallow you whole.

You gulped talking a stepped back and almost fell. “ Shi-” You fumbled back and his hands caught you.

He pulled you right up. “ Thank you..” You smiled in an apologetic tone. The man whose eyes examined you from up to down - you felt like a specimen being observed - finally chuckled and smiled. “ It's fine, “ His eyes narrowed in a friendly manner. “ You alright?”

You flushed, “ Ah…yes. I-” , just need to get some milk.” And you politely said goodbye before walking away. Milk took a second to get and you rushed back.

A big line had formed and you could already feel the impending doom of standing in that long line. Sigh, your life was one big sour lemon-

You felt a pricking sensation on your shoulder. . You looked back, the same man from a few minutes ago was smiling at you.“ Yes..?” You asked.

“ Your trolley is in the front,” he said under a smile. You started dazed before rushing to the front. It was indeed standing there. But why was it?

You decided to leave that thought.

You went to the counter and began to pay. The man stood right behind you, it seems like he was the customer after you.

While the cashier scanned your groceries, you couldn't help but notice it was unseemingly quiet for such a crowded store. The cashier was also doing his job very quickly.

Weird.

Was something wrong?

You looked back, the man looked up from his phone and nodded before looking right back. You faced back to the cashier.

Yeah

You were probably imagining it.

As soon as the scanning was done, you paid and picked up your packages before heading out. The house needed groceries and a makeover and you refused to waste anymore time. . . .

You really didn't think this through.

Or why in Gotham’s criminal frequency rate would you decide working and carrying so much stuff was a good idea. That too in Gotham.

You would be lucky if some criminal didn't try to mug you.

As you struggled with the shoppers, your ears failed to trace the steps of the stranger approaching. Two steps and something covered your mouth.

The groceries crashed to the ground.

You shrieked.

Your body began to shake uncontrollably whilst you struggled to get out of your predator’s hold. His hand reached under your shirt and pinched your skin.

No

No

No-

This couldn't be happening!

This wasn't mugging, it was something far worse.

His fingers dipped into your mouth and he bit your neck hard. Pain and fear was the only thing you felt.

Tears formed under your eyes, why-why why why why why..WHY? You didn't want this. You teeth tried to bite off his arms , the predator didn't even flinch - just moved his leg between yours. A disgusting laugh was heard from the man as his head came closer and whispered to your ears

“ It's..(hah)..your fault for wearing that slutty dress.” You muffled his words and your struggle stopped. Your eyes unconsciously looking at your dress.

Was

This

Really your fault?

You were knocked out of your thoughts when suddenly a jerking movement and you were pulled away and a punch came forward.

You didn't have any strength in your knees. You felt weak, your body gave in and fell down. You looked at your knees, your body was shaking like the last leaf in Autumn’s start.

Your ears picked up the sound of whispers and flesh hitting against flesh. Soon not even a whisper of that disgusting sound remained. You felt steps approach and a hand extend towards you.

You shake as your eyes flickered to see the threat.

Who?

“..Y-You..” Your hand moved towards him which he held and pulled up. “ What were you thinking, child! ” The man's voice was stern - having a cold and detached yet kind tone - pulling you and making you feel safe.

“ I-I…” Your fingers quivered while you put your lower lip. “ I'm sorry…” Words weren't the only thing that fell, tears bloomed under your eyes too. You were barely gasping for air. “ He had me by the throat-” your hand trembled as you shakedm

“...”

“ I thought he was going to-” you muffled.

“...”

“I-It was scary-" Your eyes quivered at the half dead man few steps away.

The man covered your eyes and pulled you in a hug.

“Don't look. ”

By the time you calmed down it was already getting late in the afternoon and Gotham never loved her residents but at this time she was particularly cruel.

Your eyes had swelled from all the crying. You sat at the bench with the Man who sat silent and comforted you. It was nice, really after everything you had just gone through. Your eyes landed on the clock - it was getting late.

“ I should get going.” you said while sitting next to him on the bench. The man who had introduced himself as Penny nodded. “ I'll walk you back.” he said, getting up, you stilled. Your hand tightened as you tried to give a smile. “ It's fine. I'll be okay Sir-”

He got up and picked up your groceries, “let's go.” He said and you finally agreed.

The walk to your home felt awkward, Penny remained quiet as he escorted you back home.Only when he saw you enter the building did he leave.

You entered your apartment and collapsed. Today was a very long day.

On the other hand, “Penny” Entered the old and haunted building. A figure standing on the door greeted him as he took off Penny's coat.

The figure examined the man with keen eyes before a glint of amusement followed through. “ It seems you found something interesting in your stroll.”

The figure hummed, a glint of something dark formed and those eyes of the beautiful shade of brown turned to the ocean blue.

“ Where are the children Alfred?”

“ All are waiting for you in the warehouse,Master Bruce. ” Alfred replied without skipping a beat. Bruce nodded.

“ Time to clean up some filth.” And the darkness moved.

TBC…

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☆⁠ PAIRING : Batboys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : Cute Things That They Do When They're In Love.

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Male Cassandra Cain, Male Stephanie Brown.

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— BRUCE WAYNE ⋆

He gets up earlier just to make you coffee —and not just any coffee, the perfect one: oat milk, a swirl of honey, exactly 173 degrees. He’ll place it on your nightstand with a silent kiss to your forehead before disappearing into Bat-mode. You pretend you don’t notice—but you totally do.

Leaves post-it notes when he goes on patrol. They’re hilariously robotic: “Breakfast in fridge. Don’t forget vitamins. Love you. — B.” But he draws a little bat in the corner every time, and you keep every one of them.

He reads bedtime stories to you when you can’t sleep —but it’s always classic literature. Pride and Prejudice. The Great Gatsby. He’ll be half-asleep himself, voice rough and low. One night he mumbles, “Mr. Darcy is weak. I would’ve burned down London for you.” You never let him forget it.

Sleeps with his head on your chest. The man carries Gotham on his back but curls up like a cat when he finally sleeps. His favorite thing? Your heartbeat. He won’t say it out loud, but that’s how he knows he’s home.

He keeps a framed candid photo of you on his Batcomputer. It’s you, mid-laugh, covered in flour, from when you tried to bake together. Tim caught it. Bruce keeps it where no villain will ever find it—but he looks at it before every mission. Every single one.

— DICK GRAYSON ⋆

He gives you piggyback rides literally everywhere. Down the street? Piggyback. Grocery store? You’re climbing on. You joke that his back must be destroyed—he grins and says, “Baby, I do flips off rooftops. You weigh like, three clouds.”

Kisses your cheeks 37 times a day. Minimum. Your temple. Your jaw. Your nose. Bonus kisses if you’re mad at him. He’ll follow you around the apartment like a puppy, peppering kisses like, “Still mad? What about now? Now?? NOW???”

He talks in his sleep and it’s always about you. Once he said, “No, she can’t marry Chris Evans, I’m hotter,” and you laughed so hard you woke him up. He whined, “Wait—what did I say?” You just kissed his dumb forehead.

He braids your hair. Like, really well. Like it’s a thing. “Comes with the package,” he claims. He’ll sit behind you on the couch, legs on either side, humming some 80s song while twisting your hair like he’s done it forever.

He fake cries to get cuddles. Full pout, big eyes, “Baaaby… you don’t love me anymore…” until you sigh and pull him into your lap. He melts. Absolute cuddle slut.

— JASON TODD ⋆

He lets you paint his nails. He acts all annoyed, muttering about toxic masculinity, but then he flex and be like, “Damn, I look good.” Also lets you do matching colors.

He makes you playlists with names like ‘If You Ever Leave Me I’ll Die (jk... unless?)’. It’s full of angsty rock and a few disgustingly romantic acoustic songs you know he’d never admit to liking. You tease him. He shrugs. “I’m a man of culture.”

Carries your lip balm in his jacket. He grumbles about it every time: “You have, like, five of these.” But he pulls it out before you even ask, like some sort puppy.

Always comes home with something for you. A book you mentioned once. A weird snack from a gas station. A kitten once. “He was gonna get hit by a car, what was I supposed to do?!”

He gets super possessive when you're sick. No one else is allowed to help. He makes soup (burnt), tucks you in (aggressively), and yells at your fever. “She’s not answering your texts because she’s DYING. BACK OFF.”

— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆

He draws you in his sketchbook all the time. But never shows you. He’ll be all tsundere about it—“It’s not for display,”—yet the moment you catch a glimpse and say, “Is that me?”, he’s like, “Tt. Obviously.” (It’s always you.)

He feeds the stray animals because you like them. Now Gotham has a growing population of cats, crows, and one raccoon named after you that follows Damian home. “She understands command. Clearly superior.”

He makes you lunch bento boxes. They’re perfectly arranged. Like, Michelin star level. Sometimes they have little food animals. You once teased him about it and he straight-faced replied, “Aesthetics are important.” But his ears were so red.

He picks flowers for you during patrol. Like—he’ll come home at 4AM covered in blood with a perfectly intact wildflower in his hand. “It reminded me of you,” he mutters. “Resilient. Pretty. Sharp if touched incorrectly.”

When he’s injured, he goes to you. Even when Alfred or medical professionals are RIGHT THERE. You could have no medical knowledge and he’ll still stumble in, covered in blood, saying, “I’m fine. Just… hold me for a moment.”

— CASSIAN CAIN ⋆

He only speaks to you. One or two words max. But when he does? It's so soft. You’ll be talking and suddenly hear a tiny: “Pretty.” Or “Sad?” Or “Stay.” He’ll tug your sleeve and rest his head on your shoulder and that’s it. You’ve melted.

He copies everything you do. You tilt your head? He does too. You braid your hair? He stares until you let him try. He mimics you like a curious baby bird, trying to understand the world through your eyes. He loves your laugh and repeats the sound softly under his breath when he’s alone.

He believes everything you say. You once told him ducks are just water chickens and now he will fight Bruce over that fact. “Chicken,” he says seriously, pointing at a duck on patrol. “No, Cass—” Too late. He’s already gone.

When you cry, he cries. He doesn’t understand why it happens—he just feels it. Even if it’s a sad commercial. Suddenly he's sitting next to you, eyes full of tears, holding your hand. “Why?” he asks softly. And it makes you cry harder.

You’re his safe place. You talk, he listens. You sit, he follows. You nap, he curls up at your feet like a puppy. Sometimes he tugs your hoodie sleeve and signs, Home? And he doesn’t mean a building.

— STEPHEN BROWN ⋆

He falls in love with you hard. Like day one. He makes it everyone’s problem. “I think I met my wife,” he says to Barry (M!Barbara). He's like, “You’ve known her for five minutes dude.” Stephen shrugs. “Yeah. I’d die for her.”

He wants to match with you in EVERYTHING. Pajamas. Costumes. Hoodies. He even altered his vigilante suit to match your favorite color. Tim saw and just walked away like he couldn’t handle the secondhand embarrassment.

He builds you blanket forts. Complete with snacks, fairy lights, and a “no sadness allowed” sign. He calls it “The Anti-Depression Fortress.” You both stay up giggling like kids.

He cries when you do nice things. You brought him lunch once and he got misty-eyed. “No one ever packs me food,” he said, voice cracking. You put a sticky note on his sandwich and he framed it. It said, “Eat your damn veggies.”

He accidentally proposes once a week. You’ll say “this soup is amazing,” and he’ll go, “Marry me.” You’ll trip and land in his arms? “That’s a sign. Marriage time.” He’s serious every time. You’ve started keeping a tally.

— MASTERLIST ☆

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[mixingandmelting]

hey so for the batboys, what kind of romantic accidents do you think happen to them? Like imagine Nightwing falling on top of s/o and you think it’s gonna be romantic but s/o just kneed him in the dick by accident and s/o banged their head on the floor?

Dick:

Ow. Ouch. Mother of all owies and her children. He’s in so much pain. A groan slips past his lips as he collapses all the while clutching where it hurts the most. To much of his shame as a vigilante and dog owner, he didn’t notice Haley’s toy lying there on the floor. And you happened to be standing right in front of him. It would’ve been more romantic had his lips landed on yours, maybe even going as far as starting a make-out session. Not getting mini-him kneed out of the reflex of your head slamming into wood. 

“Ow… Oh my god, Dick are you okay-?”

Glad to hear his misery relieves your pain from the snort you let out. Most definitely at him in fetal position, recovering from the unwarranted attack. He really does love you. Call him a sap all you want; he wouldn’t trade you for anything else in the world, all his desires and everything he dreams you take the shape of and embody. And he knows you feel the same way. Or so he hopes. Right now is the moment of truth. Whether you’ll spare him the embarrassment and comfort him like all other good significant others. He means, it is technically your fault so-

“Do, ahem, do you want ice? For you know… down there?”

Oh for crying out loud.  

“No.” He throws a feeble glare at you over his shoulder.You do realize he can see your shoulders shaking, right? Few minutes later and a nice back-patting session (much to his relief and humiliation), he’s sulking. Hardcore sulking. Leading to the repeat of what happened prior to the incident, this time with roles reserved where you’re following him around like a lost duckling and him continually walking away with his arms crossed. 

Jason:

Strings of curses leave his mouth, pain throbbing from his nose. That had to be one of the hardest headbutt he ever experienced. He was trying to prevent you from banging your head onto the corner of the table after he saw you trip. But as he pulled you toward him, his foot got stuck in the bottom ledge of the sofa that he failed to remember was right behind him.  Bet on your breath mingling with his, face too close for comfort. In all the wrong ways. 

Seems like you’re faring better than him, slowly sitting up on top of him and rubbing your head. 

“Oof, you alright Jaybi- Oh my god you’re bleeding!”

He pulls the hand that he was using to rub his nose away to check. Huh, he really is. He lets out a grunt which you mistake as him hurting when it’s from losing your warmth abruptly when you slide off him. He wanted you to stay, not leave. He can never get tired of your presence, always wanting to bask in it 24/7. Hence the scowl behind his hand when he fails miserably to grab and stop you before getting up to start the process in stopping the bleed. 

Soon you come back with tissues, ice, and wet towels. Stuffing tissues into the hand that’s cradling his nose, you hold the ice to the back of his neck with one hand while the other is wiping the rest of the blood off. 

You don’t notice the devious gleam in his eyes, too busy inspecting if he’s injured anywhere else . Good. With a satisfied smirk plasters his face, you yelp from surprise as he pulls up and plops you down back on his lap. Yep, he already feels much better. 

Tim: 

He can hear his heart beating in his ears, the other four of his senses going into overdrive. You’re so close, a sheet of paper’s width away from him. Should he do it? Maybe he should do it. Lean a little bit closer and he would have his lips on yours anyways, so why not? 

“Ow!”

“Who the- What? Ti-, no, Re-, no, Babe?”

He stumbles back and wheezes. He probably deserved getting punched in the guts. He saw you on your phone and a second away from bumping into one of Penguin’s men. So he panicked, okay? Grabbing and caging you in a random alley, against the brick wall before the worst case scenario happens. He doesn’t blame you, having everything occurred in the spur of the moment. And How would you know it was him anyways? 

Or that’s what he tells himself to feel better anyways. He used to tease you were made of stone whenever you jabbed him or did something silly. Now He’s starting to believe it’s true because man, despite you always being sweet and tender to him (to which he’ll always crave and cherish), you pack a mean punch. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it was you and I thought I was getting kidnapped-“

“It-it’s fine.” Another wheeze. “I should’ve told you it was me.” 

Your eyes say otherwise when you somehow manage to lift his shirt showing Purple and blue blooming on his side. An argument ensues with him listing reasons why he didn’t need to get checked by Alfred as he didn’t need his “siblings” getting their hands on more black mail. Until you pull him towards you. Needless to say, he walks out of the alley with you hand-in-hand, heading towards a nearby urgent care. 

Duke:

The two of you are sitting by the hospital’s entrance. Your eyes are puffy with his belongings in your lab. He’s simply holding on his crutches. All he wanted was to experience his heroic moment of saving his loved one. And today, the opportunity came after school. Served on a silver platter and everything. You had slipped on the last few steps of the stairs and he, like usual, was waiting for you at his usual spot that’s next to them. He, thankfully, was able to catch you. Just. Not in his arms. 

“Duke!?” 

“I’m okay…”

“Like hell, you are!”

You were inconsolable during the ride and after he got admitted to the ER. He kept telling you it was fine, that it was on him had he not second-guessed at the very last second on what posture he was supposed to take on. But no matter what he said, you were dead silent, not making eye contact with him. It only got worse when the doctor told him he not only fractured his ribs, he sprained his ankle. His heart broke when he saw your hands pressed onto your face. All he wanted was to make himself appear dependable, someone you can always count on. 

“What?”

Oh shit. He didn’t mean to say that out loud. Slowly you got up from your chair. He braced himself for what was to come. When Bruce entered the room, he didn't know, other than seeing man nodding on the side to everything you said. Fast forward back to now, where he continues to fidget next to you.

“Don’t you dare do anything stupid for the next month, cause I’ll be checking in on you everyday.”

“Everyday?”

Dammit Bruce, he should've been benched for two months! Then he could’ve had two months of getting to hang out with you! 

Damian:

“Stop hitting me!”

“You stop hitting me!”

It’s been five minutes into the game of Hide-and-Seek Bat family version and somehow he’s stuck in a cabinet under the tea display case with you. It’s only because he loves you that stopped him from kicking you out (he ignores how it was you who found this place first). But now, he’s having second thoughts. The space can barely hold a single person and yet here two of you are, cramped and squished in the most uncomfortable positions. Forget about blushing or self awareness, it’s sweltering hot and difficult to breathe! You both tried everything, rearranging yourselves in every way and the only position that was deemed better than the rest is where your backs are against each other, arms wrapped around the thighs and feet propped up against the wooden walls. 

“Stop squirming or you’re going to get us caught!”

“Not everyone is as flexible as you!”

Quickly he jabs you, signalling another person entering the dining room. Though he found it odd. Just how poorly did everyone hide to get caught this easily? A minute passes. Two minutes. The person doesn’t leave and now he’s starting to get nervous. Out of nowhere, he realizes how pressed closed he is to you. Your body heat seeping into his and his into you. He has no plans to ever reveal to you how you are the only person who can ever make him feel at peace nor how he enjoys the colors you bring to his life. With these thoughts plaguing him, he succumbs and slowly lets his arm reach behind him so he could grab your hand.

“All right you love birds, that’s enough!”

You both tumble out and see the shit-eating grins everyone has on their face. Embarrassment and dread settles in. Those jerks knew and had planned to out him this whole time!