Hi, I am applpe. Non English platonic yandere writer, cosplayer and digital artist. I use translator for all my posts, if you want to see original ——>> here. She/her only.
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Only for FEM/GN readers.
No !parent reader.
I don't make very soft yan characters, so some platonic stories can include 18+ dark topics, including violence, r*pe, kidnapping and etc.
I don't use «neglected reader» stereotype.
I don't write about zoophilia, pdf, piss and other weird stuff.
Incest and stepcest requests/asks ——> ban.
I write only for fandoms from the fandom list. DC and Genshin mostly.
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I am writing right now:
Summery of new Platonic Yandere Batfam series
Yandere Martian Manhunter x Male Superhero Reader
Platonic Yandere Dottore x Traveler Reader
The Light and The Voice Pt. 2
Platonic Yandere Vampire Batfam x Babybird Reader Pt. 1
The concept of misunderstanding is so funny in Platonic Yandere Batfamily
I was thinking about neglected Reader. I will not write for it, but anyway. Imagine not being neglected because of Batfam member acting horrible careless. No, being neglected, because they thought Reader is an introvert.
Like, they were very shy and didn't do anything to become closer to family. Bruce is an old man, he has kids with extremly diffrent personalities. Of cource, one of them must be an introvert! So many reasons to all of them started to think so: shyness, unwillingness to open up to family and about million others.
And Reader declined all of the Batfam's tries themselves! Just not to show up on cameras or talking with people. No texting, no skipped events.
Bruce, Richard, Tim, even Jason were trying to warm Reader. But years passed and nothing changed. Adaptation took too long. With every new year there were fewer and fewer invitations. However, all family members thought Reader is happy. Reader thought they were being ignored.
So, we are getting closer to classic. Reader went to college and decided to be an adult. Write about it in family group chat. Huge mistake! Because their neglected family now is trying to make them go back and visit family psychology session.
It must be so funny to write. Pls, someone, write a fic
I have a little ask. People, whose requests wasn't published, pls remind me of them. I could just forgot to publish your requests(my commissions and exams are killing me, sorry)
POSTING LIST:
Platonic Yandere Martian Manhunter x GN Superhero Reader
Summery of the New Yandere BatgirlsxBatboys series
can u do a platonic yandere snape? maybe include some kidnapping by him
UGLY LITTLE DUCK
Platonic Yandere Snape x GN Reader
Repost, please
± 200 words
Headcanons-summery
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Snape isn't a good person. Isn't a good teacher. Isn't a good friend. But he is good protector.
Severus's obsession started at third course. A student, looking like him many years ago. Lonely and genius wizard, searching for new ideas in Hogwarts or sitting under that tree and writing, writing, writing...
Man admitted — they were inspiring hopes.
Snape saw them enchanting their own spell at the end of the year. Classrooms were empty — students were packing up and saying goodbye to each other. How touching. He passed through the corridor like a shadow, but slowed down, recognizing a familiar silhouette in darkness of class. Whisper burnt Snape's ears. Man entered. He looked at them. On their hands, that were shaking with weak light glowing.
Without wand.
«Impressing» — he thought. But say only:
«Wonderful and magnificent. And breaking the rules. Five points from Reader's house. You need to explain, how such student as you, can do things, that aurors can't. You are going with me. Now!».
Man's hand unexpectedly gently grabbed student's. Enchanting disappeared, but left cold and shaking hands.
«Non-verbal spells in the third year. Do you understand, that it could kill you? Split into atoms? Without control? I am disappointed. To your luck, I won't report it to the dean» — Severus said, when they went down to the dungeons. Nobody. Only Cauldrons, test tubes, and scattered ingredients.
«You will report here every Saturday next year. Not a single whisper of magic outside this room. Am I clear?»
They were angry and Snape knew exactly — in their age he would be too.
During the summer he was trying to find information. And did it greatly. Half-blood. So close and familiar. Almost family. Man even visited them. Just one look through the window — he could beg, it was like looking in the mirror. Dusty and dirty, but still mirror.
It was like being a father he never had.
Next year was a torture for Reader. The Triwizard Tournament was in its peak, but they were stuck in Potion class with him. Every new day — every new non-verbal enchant to learn. Snape was proud and disappointed both. Their knowledge was magnificent and attractive, students and teachers got closer, wondering about Reader's skills. And this was the main problem. Severus had been always jealous: Lily, Dark Lord, anything. He couldn't share Reader.
Snape was frustrated, seeing them shining like a Golden Snitch in front of hundreds students, successfully adding their name into the Goblet of Fire. Nobody was laughing at Reader.
«Quiet! Do not flatter yourself with their pathetic applause, Reader. What we see here is not a triumph of talent, but a disgusting, pathetic display of underage arrogance!» Snape shouted. The effort was completely opposite — students started whispering, praising their hero Reader, causing loud echo in corridors. Walls were listening to them all.
Severus couldn't understand, why the situation had become uncontrolled. Something changed in Reader. They turned into swan from ugly little duck, that he had been always. This feeling hurt more than was expected.
«You bypassed Dumbledore’s Age Line with that unrefined, silver garbage you call magic! You wanted to prove something to me? You wanted those illiterate wastes in the corridors to finally see what you are?» — He said so furiously, that even the cauldrons trembled. They were standing in the dusty fog of potion dungeon. Face to face. It was selfish.
«Look at you. Look at this pathetic masquerade. You washed the dirt off your face, bought a tighter cloak, and now you think you are better than your master? You think those brainless idiots in the Great Hall actually admire you?»
Reader's hands shoke with light.
«Protego!»
Snape didn't even said it. He sneaked deeply in their thoughts.
«You couldn't jinx me, even if you were a genius».
Time passed. Of course, Reader didn't take part in Tournament. Instead of this, they were spending time with new friends, famous Potter and Granger, so far from dungeons as possible, practicing magic and finishing their book of own spells... called «Half-Blood Lord diary». They thought it was genius. It included jinxs and enchantress, spells and summons. It was a mistake to write in a book on potions.
The seven year was unexpectedly strange. Reader's friends disappeared, their nemesis and master in one face became the Lord of Hogwarts. However, they didn't lose control — new «teachers» struggled from hexes and jinxs. They knew, that he knew. It was a secret, keeped between students and professors. Every Severus's morning started with pain all over the whole body. «They've got better» — New headmaster thought. Even it was hurtful to look at their hating eyes. Years before there were admiration and fear. But their light turned into strong gold.
Carrow ended their little game with one Crucio.
Severus didn't end him. McGonagall did, watching him dying with pure horror.
Man visited them at nursery late night. Only obsession and great fear dancing in his black eyes. Paper than usual, he non-verbally spell «Legilimens». But they protected, even weak, lying on the bed. Four years ago, Severus would be teaching them slowly and angry. Now he did it fastly.
I like writing for him!! So it could be a teaser before omeshot. I wanna more up requests...
Would you consider writing for Platonic Yandere Oswald Cobblepot aka The Penguin?
IN THE ICY CAGE
Platonic Yandere Oswald Cobblepot x Teen Reader
Reader gets attantion from one of the richest people of Gottham. It doesn't mean anything good.
Repost, please
Oneshot
± 3000 words
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Reader screamed. The magnificent panoramic window shattered with a loud crackling. A garish vase, that always annoyed her, broke the glass. She looked at night winter Gotham from above — skyscrapers looked like toys. People meters below were like the dolls she used to play with many years ago. Her luxurious apartment was a dollhouse.
Heavy cold air hit Reader's lungs. She took a trembling step into the lights. The girl could feel how frost covered her skin. Nothing really protected her from the icy snow falling from the sky. Biting her lip, Reader wrapped herself in a light silk scarf, trying to protect herself from the cold. An expensive dress didn't save her skin and let the snow burn it with frost.
Reader looked down at the parking lot below with a frightened face. Nobody. She calmed down.
Her shoes were awful. With every step down, down the slippery fire stairs, Reader thought she'd fall. Thirty-fourth floor. The steps were covered with a crust of ice. Her high heels were crushing it into small, sharp pieces.
A vibration hit her. Oh, Lord! The phone! This little shiny iPhone he had gifted Reader two weeks ago! She looked at the number — it was his. But, she thought, no numbers were in her contact list, of course.
Fear made her sweat even though the weather was nasty and freezing, not hot. The air caught in her throat, and she automatically picked up the call.
The first thing she heard was his voice — deep and raspy. Reader begged to disappear.
— Get back now! Your luck I am not in Gotham now! The thi-... — Reader threw the phone away into the deep Gotham night. However she didn't feel scared. Only annoyance. His accent, tacky and predatory. She was truly convinced he had been learning it for years, standing in front of the mirror! Months ago she'd flatter him with a playful laughter.
«Oh, Daddy, your accent is so adorable! Say something in French!»
The wind blew the scarf from Reader's neck. Never in her life had she felt so naked. There was no more enchantress in her look that had made him — no, Oswald, no again, Penguin! — bring people's lives to her feet.
Sixty-ninth floor.
She hated him with all her soul. Not pure. Never pure. Reader's soul liked money and parties, expensive restaurants, and clothes girls her age could only dream of. One word — vulgar. But it was angelic since Cobblepot's was from hell.
Two more steps and, finally, Reader slipped. The smell of her own blood reminded her of the gross breath of Penguin, touching her lips, obsessed. She got up and continued to descend.
On the twenty-sixth floor, Reader broke her heels. Momentarily she regretted it — the frozen metallic stairs scalded the girl's feet.
Oh, Lord! The last step led to a snowy sidewalk. It was gorgeous to touch it after months of velvet persian carpets and heated floors. It wasn't heaven — a purgatory of ice. But mostly free. Reader didn't want to pretend she could speak like this now! Too rich, as her speech was mobster's idea of luxury. Of course not.
Snow again felt like salt on her torn palms. It didn't bother her. Only the increasing feeling of voltage in her mind. Too many words — Reader became romantical during being here.
Pity, the girl didn't notice the familiar truck. The only thing that bothered her was the way out of Gotham's most expensive district, back to her ugly house near Bludhaven. And, maybe, a good dinner with a good company?
And you will ask: How did this start? Spontaneously!
Reader was dancing. Bodies melted. So filthy. She liked being filthy. And people around liked it too! But even more, they liked her bouncy ass.
Everybody knew who she was. A girl whose age could be fifteen or twenty, depending on the situation. The girl whose tits were an Iceberg Lounge sight. The girl who knew when to lick and when to suck. It was Reader. Her other pluses weren't so important.
— Hi. — She leaned on the barstool and shouted. Too much noise to hear anything. Winked at the man next to her. He answered. Reader was playing a good girl role today.
The boy was frightened. Fresh meat. He was much older. Reader didn't even notice. Just winked again, rolled her hips, and suddenly she was too close. He was rich. An expensive watch, and pants that cost like gold.
— I-I'm not really used to going to... well, places like this, — the boy stammered, his eyes darting around.
— Maybe you... I mean, if you don't mind, could you recommend what to drink? I know it sounds stupid, but you just... you look safe... — Reader screamed through the loud noise of the club. Smiled, embarrassed. A little naive angel.
— Piña colada, tasty as you... no, fuck, sorry, I mean, as sweet as you. — He blushed deeply, choking on his own words. The boy made his first miserable compliment. Reader could see the pathetic pride on his pale face.
— D-do you come here often?
— First time.
She liked playing coy. This game was awesome and new. The boy probably thought he hit the fucking jackpot with this shy girl in a pink, modest dress. He was enjoying the game. Even without understanding he was playing.
— What the fuck are you doing with this trash, bro? She is expensive as hell, and not in a good way, — sneered two guys behind them. The regulars. Reader knew their names. With true grudge, she stood up from his lap. The worst parts were their faces. Pure disgust and cold indifference. Like she was a fly!
— Oh... Jesus. You're one of those hookers? Like, listen, bitch, I am not interested in girls like you, okay? Get the fuck away from me, — the boy hissed, his nervousness instantly turning into ugly defense.
— Will you pay for a cocktail?
— No way in hell he is paying for your drink, whore, — one of his friends intervened, shoving a bill at the bartender. With a sorry, pathetic smirk, the boy backed away.
— Are you blind, man? She looks like a total slut! She is not our level. — Reader heard. They had gone into the dancing crowd. They left her like trash. The game wasn't so funny now.
It was the thing she hated the most. In the electric lights, Reader felt like a skank. Like a thing more than a human. Flesh to fuck. Something broke inside again. Part of her mind knew she always was. But deafened by the music, another said she was still a naive little Reader. Not a whore in a mini dress in a hazy lounge.
Reader tried to stop thinking about it, drank her piña colada. Today, the music started to irritate her. The girl looked at the man dancing on the pole. Brucie Wayne. Nothing special.
About 02:52, Reader was absolutely drunk at the barstool. She was a huge, shameless mess. Neon lights couldn't hide bleeding mascara. The girl took a cigarette. Six hands with lighters appeared. She chose the seventh, with a gold one. Maybe it was the heat from it or just the money smell — Reader rolled her hips and looked at the man with a smile. It quickly disappeared after seeing who it was.
— Here we are. Little bird is finally here, — Oswald. Fucking Oswald Cobblepot laughed, holding the lighter directly to her cigarette. His accent made her heart beat faster; the glass in his eye threatened to crack. — Dolly, you look dense. Come to daddy Penguin. Or are you scared of my face?
— Of course not, Daddy. — She played along and gave him a drunken, naive, and very playful gaze.
He was gross. Penguin was a perfect name for him. Ridiculous and almost funny, but his umbrella gun said otherwise. The glass in his left eye didn't catch her attention. He disgusted her. But not his influence.
Reader liked the fact that people momentarily started to treat her with the respect she always deserved!
The man got closer and hugged her waist. Small eyes shined with bad flames. Cobblepot got up and grabbed her hand. His fingers were fat and rough. The crowd melted in front of them like an iceberg. He was walking as a penguin. Waddling and feeling his way with his umbrella. Reader threw the cigarette into the crowd before getting in. Smiled when it hit that boy's face. Boy screamed, but Penguin's boys made him change his opinion. Oswald smiled too, rustling the cash in his trousers pocket.
— You will pay for every gone client.
— I will, Daddy. — Reader bared her shoulders with a playful hint. His brows furrowed. — Mister Cobblepot.
When they stood at the VIP rooms' entrance glowing with neon, Penguin shouted. The whole club suddenly was listening:
— Mark! Lock the damn entrance to the second level. So that not a single living soul dares to disturb us for an hour.
— You heard what the boss said! — His security guard nodded with a strange face.
They entered her favorite room. The music became quiet enough to hear the sounds of moans. No neon, only dimmed warm lights. The good girl and the bad, drunk girl were fighting in her. Nobody won. She slinked to the pole, letting Penguin stand behind.
She danced. She moaned. He fucked her. And he did it both ways.
It looked funny; her glassy eyes were watching him. «Oz», how she named him in her head, preferred to look at her dirty face during sex. Small eyes were satisfied. Reader's weren't. Sweat from his ugly mug dropped on her since the first second. Cobblepot did bad. Everything except his height was too big. He smiles at her with yellow and golden teeth. But something magnificent made him precious. Money, or the moaned «Babybird», out of breath.
— Well, you little fool? Did you enjoy playing in the big leagues? Did you think you'd picked up a generous daddy? Big scary daddy Penguin? — he hardly said it, trying to get up. Reader sat on him, squeezing his fat stomach between her legs. Her eyes still were glassy. The naive girl inside finally realized. Blinked. Looked at him with trembling eyelashes. The game was amusing her. Oz was playing too.
— I think so, Daddy!
— Now smile, — the man spread her lips with his fingers in a smile. Such a funny thing. — and say «Daddy» three times.
— Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! My lovely Daddy!
— Finally, I understand why I pay you so much for the shift. — Penguin, with a short breath, got up and started dressing.
These nights repeated again and again. Four full months. But with one bigger «BUT». Oz didn't want sex! He wanted her plump lips telling «Lovely Daddy!» with this cute, naive face. She could play the dirty girl, but Ozzie loved her being a sweet pie among the neons of the club. His iceberg heart melted from her hot games. It was confusing.
However, gifts made Reader believe — it was still a funny game she could quit. It wasn't. Not since Cobblepot stopped being Mister and became only «Daddy». Or when they first had dinner together in the Royal. The girl wasn't confident. Bodyguards from his boys being around even in the club was also a thing.
That's why she was extremely confident when Pengui, how she called him sometimes, bought her a private apartment with a scenery of Wayne Tower. She only needed to say «Thank you, Daddy» and make a face. Back then, it looked like a dream instead of golden
Reader was making dinner. A pleasant smell filled the kitchen. She stared at the pan. Two large beef steaks. Penguin wanted her to cook even though he was never at home. It was a small price to pay for all of this. Her stomach rumbled. Her stomach had been hurting so much for the last month!
As a queen, the girl walked through the kitchen — huge, luxurious, and gilded. Yes, gilded! Seriously, the fridge was covered with a sticky layer of real gold. Reader tried to deny how much she enjoyed it. As a serious wife instead of a mistress!
The rules were simple: do not leave the house, cook meals three times every day, call him «Daddy», and be nice.
The atmosphere was destroyed by cigarette smoke immediately. Not Reader's. She hadn't been smoking the entire time she was with Oz. It meant only one thing — Danny.
— Girl, it smells like a dream, like you, know? — He hugged her from the back, hands under her thin silk bathrobe.
— Danny! Don't be silly! You shouldn't have come today! — Reader didn't make him stop. Conversely — her hand squeezed the man's, letting him continue.
Danny was one of the guards. One of the open world. Just once she accidentally opened the door to a doordasher, and there he is.
Reader gasped, catching her breath. It wasn't pleasure. Her body was screaming, warning her, but she forced a laughter instead.
Danny only grinned.
— Your Daddy is late today. Some trouble in the city freaked him out. Daddy Penguin is very busy at work! — His breath smelled of onions and cigarettes. How disgusting! During months of clean house life, Reader had forgotten about outside smells... she trembled, remembering kissing some punk with rotten teeth.
He turned off the stove.
To be honest, Danny was starting to annoy her. At first, it was fun — cheating on a Gotham gangster! Then just amusing. Now just boring. A vicious circle. Reader was exhausted from days of TV and TikTok. Friends didn't text. «Jealousy», she thought. Danny appeared like a knight in shining armor, but instead of armor, he had an AK-47 and a temper at the age of twenty-three.
The guest finished eating the steaks. His narrow, glassy eyes were filled with joy. Of course. Boss's woman, boss's food, boss's flat. For her, it was funny. Reader felt like a genius. Two boyfriends and a very expensive life.
— Oh Lord, Danny, stop! — Reader's thoughts sank in laughter. His huge arms easily pushed the girl onto the sofa nearby. Red, leather, Oswald's, and so pricey she couldn't imagine.
Suddenly, voices rang out across the room. The radio wave accidentally jumped to the security frequency:
— Who the hell is living here? We've stood here for two months and she hasn't come out!
— Nah, probably just some expensive stuff. He hasn't let anyone out in months.
Danny reacted, trying to silence the voices. He sharply grabbed the transmitter and threw it against the white wall. The voices ended.
Fifteen minutes passed. He went to take a shower. «It would be better if he left before», she thought. Hurted. She refused to let a stupid stomach ache ruin her perfect, rebellious night.
— He’s an old fool. I call him «Daddy», rub his shoulders, and he buys me everything, — the girl murmured, not expecting an answer.
The answer came with a loud crack! A shot. Heavy steps followed. Instead of cigarette smoke, there was the smell of expensive tobacco. It mixed with her rose perfume. Reader wanted to throw up. She screamed, finally getting up.
The familiar clatter of an umbrella on the floor hit Reader's ears. A mute scene: Penguin and his men stumbled into the kitchen. Dirty footprints were imprinted on the marble. Reader sat on the leather sofa, frozen.
Danny came into the room in just a towel, and immediately: BAM! The air boomed with a shot. He fell with a heavy sound.
— Stop it! Stop! Oz, stop! — She lost her voice. He was laughing, looking at her with cold eyes.
— You thought you were a clever girl, didn’t you?
She didn't answer. One of the men shoved her, and Reader fell onto the marble floor.
— Answer when boss is speaking to you!
— I... I did... — She clutched her stomach. A sharp, white-hot spasm ripped through her abdomen. She looked down in horror as a dark stain began to spread.
Automatically Reader touched the inside of her thigh. Blood. Viscous, it stretched out in a long thick stream.
Cobblepot got closer, his face twisted in a smile. Kicked her in the face. With a quite crunch teeth broke. And kicked. Kicked. Kicked. Used umbrella. Kicked. Kicked. Nothing left.
— Clean up this place. And don’t give her any blankets. Let’s see how long she lasts in the dark. The maternal instinct, people say, helps to survive. — Oswald said. His accent didn't seem cute anymore. His rough voice hit the girl's ears like a physical blow.
She looked down at this. Not even a baby. Something. The thug who had hit her earlier stepped on what looked like a baby with a disgusting «squish!»
Cobblepot was gone. It was an education, the first lesson.
Reader started running the elite district. Finally, she survived. It was over. The end of the game. Cold couldn't take her. She was flying above the snow below. After months naive beautiful eyes lit up with a blue spark. People were staring at the girl. «Psycho?» — they wandered. And she was running.
Tears became little icicles. Reader became ice. Reader's steps rang. Not gentle and light as before, were and sharp.
Skyscrapers turned into white noise. Blurred. The girl didn't want to know how she looked in bloody silk.
Reader crossed the parking — she noticed familiar truck among Ferraries and Rolls-Royces. Stopped, when it The headlights flashed and her slim silhouette was highlighted. Like deer. The girl screamed. It was terrifying. More terrifying was to see them jumping out the truck.
Big city rejected her beggings. Someone closed the curtains, others didn't even pay attention.
— Help! Somebody he-! — Man He clapped his hand over her mouth.
She bited. He swore.
— Look what we found, boys. A runaway bird, — Man sneered, wiping the snow from his forehead. — Boss would be so, so angry.
He easily threw her into the back of a truck, which was opened by his «friends» in masks. Logo «North Refrigerator» hit her. Again the same streets and clubs they were driving at a furious speed. The girl couldn't see them, but she knew they were there. Everyone were silent, only Reader's sobs. She closed her eyes.
Again smell of well-known parfume waked the girl up. Ugly face looked at her from up down. She was lying in her favourite room. So known. The pylon, the sofa that started it all, the hum of music outside.
— Look at you. Shivering, wet, covered in Gotham dirty snow. Is this your grand escape? — Oz whispered, his face twisted in a dark, patronizing smile. Penguin's umbrella met an expensive floor like a metronome.
— Pengui? — Reader's voice cracked in crying.
Reader saw the unusual softness in his eyes and felt a sudden flash of hope. She thought her tears would save her. He didn't mention the baby. Bastard. Nothing.
— You thought you were a queen, but you are just an uneducated, useless brat. A naive little girl who doesn't understand how disgusting Gotham is, — Oswald's face turned red because of all his rage. — You think I keep you locked up because I’m cruel? I am not some Wayne! I am kind. And, most of all, despite your feminine dumbness, love you. And this is how you repay me? I made you a family. A babybird.
Cobblpot didn't need Reader's answer. The thugs stood on either side of him, blocking out the warm light, resembling a ray of sunlight in the dark.
— You like to run? Let's see how you run now.
— Oz, no! Please, no! Daddy! Please! You said you love m-! — Reader She folded her hands in a prayer gesture, looking her Age for the first time. Sixteen.
He shot the girl's right leg. The gunshot boomed, but guests would never hear it through music bass. She cowered on the floor in pain.
So much pain at once. Reader didn't feel her body anyway.
— I do love you, my sweet bird. That’s why I have to do this. Consider this a permanent clip to your wings. You won't be leaving your cage ever again, i assure you. — Ugly man looked uncanny gentle.
Oswald didn't look angry as she screamed in the mud. He looked satisfied. The final lesson was delivered. He signaled men, immidiatly his voice began to resemble a croak:
— Put her in the car! Call Harrison. Tell him to get the surgery room ready at the apartments. Now! I have deals here. Bat freak is going to visit us!
She didn't want to be a queen anymore.
Reader didn't know her mother was crying for in Blüdhaven. She would never see her again. Big city and big men eat small girl from a small city. That's the law of nature.
Sorry for disappearing! My exams started. I love this one and they are similar to Cinderella, even happening at one time! I wrote first chapter for series🙊
Ok as a girl with a h cup and hips to match and thick thighs and dress like a bit of a wild child. Headcanons for yan batfam and a darling who just..does that. Low cut tops, intentionally messy hair or makeup, short skirts and shorts. Designs that have implications even if it's not direct like cherry print or tights with runs. Thigh high or knee boots are a favorite. Like they are definitely going to have to do something but how they do and what seems interesting. Also the absolute psychic damage lol
Platonic Yandere Batfam x Female Reader Headcanons
Reader's clothes choices are making the whole family crumble.
330 words
Headcanons
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First of all — Reader is cooked. In this family, that is filled with manipulators level 100, it's just only a matter of time, when she will give up.
Thanks Lord most of them don't live in manor's permanently, other ways some would die from a heart attack. There are 2 categories of members:
Accept style:
In this situation, oddly enough, Bruce would be the most understanding. C'mon, he standed Richard's suits. Mostly, I can imagine him slightly criticize Reader's clothes, but not in hard words. There is no need to worry. They are not leaving in such outfit. They are not leaving at all.
Stephanie is a good option. She sees Reader rarely and doesn't care about a teen looking like a teen. This girl is stylish! So, magically, all Reader's tops suddenly become better styled and make up looks better with new trendy lip gloss. But she isn't just «cool older sister» stereotype! Not in my life! Steph can be rough. She is older, she is smarter, and more than thousands other traits. Reader might be nice. Might be not nice. Just listen to her during shopping.
The third one is our goat Alfred. He's got manipulation skill level 1000 and doesn't need to be rude. Only comments like «Master Reader, your shorts are shorter than week ago. I don't think, that your father would appreciate it» with British pronunciation. One day Reader'll find Burberry dress on her bad. Just a little hint. Butler cannot order his master, but can help with outfit.
Barbara and Tim go together. Reader's style really worries these two, especially Babs. In her Batgirl's era she would accept such outfits, but as an Oracle she would definitely not be happy about that. Tim, despite the outward indifference, is anxious about the reputation. I am not joking. It can cause a lot of troubles, media would not let it go easily. He doesn't prohibit — he gives advice. Small comments about today's make up, tic toks about style he sends Reader and etc.
Don't accept style:
Richard is angry. That's all. Just joking, but in my mind, he can be very conservative about clothes. It isn't a popular take in fandom itself, but I can't see Dick be your funny older brother! He doesn't have older sibling syndrome and he is clearly the one, who hates your outfit with pure rage. Thanks God, Richard doesn't be in manor often. Man is old enough to understand the price of this style — he is a vigilante and police officer. This man really think, that it's selfish to dress like that. Moreover, Richard is confident about the right to «educate» Reader. Think what you think, because it's much worse than it sounds. And sometimes, when his hand touches Reader's hip in tight shorts, she can see pain and seriousness in his blue eyes.
Again two characters in one paragraph. Jason and Damian hate it both with so much disguise, that people can show. However, their attitude is diffrent. Even older Damian can't understand for what reason Reader is doing it. She wants his attantion? No? Of course she wants! Deeply in his heart stereotypes are still there. Reader is a woman. His family woman. His woman! On other side Jason is diffrent. Instead of tearing her tops, man chooses another method. He used to say things directly, even Reader is younger and more naive — she acts like a whore. Dubmness. Usless. Dangerous. And the main reason — Jason hates seiing eyes on Reader. In his city, on his street. In one move man's huge jacket is on you and covers your body. Finally. All men who were staring at her will be punished. But later.
— Your boots is awful.
— I like them!
— Do I really look like a person who cares?
He doesn't.
To be real. I think he can and will hit Reader because of clothes once. We saw him beating his siblings in comics many times. But he will regret it, after seeing red mark on her face and tears. Too much tears.
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3009 year. Famous billionaire Bruce Wayne starts a galactic campaign for the production of behavior control chips to control increased crime. Maybe Reader can stop him and his allies?
Platonic Yandere Batboys&Batgirls x Teen Reader
How does it feel to escape from yanderes every day? Drabbles with one plot in it. Escape from every Bat family member!
Platonic Yandere Batfam&Justice League Medieval x Heir Reader
Reader is a youngest heir, who becomes a new ruler after a tragic murder of their parents and siblings. Now they need to hold power themselves, surrounded by obsessed people three time older than them. Game of Thrones dc version.
Yandere Penguin&Bruce Wayne x Actress Reader
Reader is a talented and beautiful actress, who strangely becomes a victim of Gotham's wealthiest men obsession.
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CINDERELLA
Platonic Yandere Clark Kent&Bruce Wayne x Teen Actress Reader
After your parents tragical death, family friend decides to cheer you up and becomes your god mother. But clock starts beating twelve.
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It all started, maybe, ten months ago? Reader didn’t remember the date, but she remembered the feeling. Feeling of complete defenselessness here, in manor. Too huge, too dark and too everything! After Central City sunshine, Gotham with its darkness and loneliness felt so wrong. Especially for her, who lost everything in one calm day.
Bruce knew it too, when he took her. Reader used to shine on the light, to glow, not to fade in manor’s shadows. But he actually tried. Every dinner, every talk and every trip to the cemetery he tried. The man had clear memories about... nothing, Bruce just accepted and understood reader’s pain — tears, when she firstly looked at her parents' graves.
And maybe it was too much: gifts, vacations, meals, but he could not handle it. Every time Bruce looked at Reader, he saw faces. Richard’s, Jason’s, Stephanie’s and his own, far away and almost forgotten. At this moment he realized — he must go on.
However reader didn’t get a smile at her face. No matter, how much he gave her — she withered with every single day. Like a flower without a sun — Reader’s face became pale, eyes lost their highlight.
Bruce knew, he is the reason. Old man hid the truth deeply in his soul, where «Brucie» didn’t exist. There was only Batman. He felt guilt, of course, thinking about it. During the meetings and fighting crimes. But, honestly, did he really think that was wrong? The answer is no. Tracker on his own child earrings couldn’t be such a problem. So you can’t blame him! Gotham is a dangerous place! There is no Flesh! Only him.
Their first quarrel didn’t even make sense. From Bruce’s side. From Reader’s... A man she barely knew suddenly adopted her and now she had no right to leave this ugly manor! Who did he think he was? Not her father! That’s right! And now there was a stupid rule for her not to live manor! She is star. Not a kid!
Reader peeked around the corner — second ago Bruce left something in her room. She walked into to see... a cute pair of shoes. So shine, like they were diamonds. The girl touched them — they were.
Didn’t dare to say that Clark hadn’t had known about Reader. Bruce told him first about this precious orphan from Central City. «Poor thing» — he thought. Flesh’s only mistake became Reader’s trauma for all life. To see how your parents die on a stage.
Enough thoughts. Clark used laser vision and quickly disarmed an alien. Battle ended without a start. After giving an interview to a bunch of reporters, man of steel flew up in the blue sky. He was looking for a certain person. Clark quickly found Diana and Barry, talking to journalists, but couldn't find him.
Man finally showed on the Daily Planet roof. In a moment Clark had already been there. There he was, Batman, Bruce Wayne, or just his beloved. Covered in blue blood of beaten aliens, Bats looked even more beautiful.
— You know, Bruce, it’s not necessary to find shadows every time we meet. Your pulse raise, when I get closer, such a mistake, detective. — Clark said with a smirk.
— And you know, Clark, that I am busy. These aliens made too much problems and I am, I am too old for this. — Strange. Very strange to hear that for Bruce. From Batman! Clark got closer and landed nerdy.
— What’s matter, Bruce? If this again about, — he stopped, when Bruce started to look, like his face was slapped. — Again her?
— Yes. And you should understand, why I prefer to hide here instead of ringing to her as Bruce Wayne, while Barry is listening.
— Because you don’t want to remind him about incident, make him suffer from guilt and trying to leave League again?
— I hate, when you use your empathy against my intellect, Clark.
They moved after a long silence. Rooves slowly were replaced with corn fields. Only when they reached the Smallville and landed on the ground, Clark started:
— You raised Richard greatly. No need to worry. All you children are wonderful. Saw him in Blüdhaven recently, so much energy.
— He is diffrent. Get best from me. Reader is... not like him. — Bruce said to him, but Clark could promise — he saw a smile on his lips!
— Relax, Bruce. Try to be Bruce with her, not scary Batman with emotional spectrum of raw steel. The girl has always been a little star of Central City. Some attention on, — Clark thought about it for a second, — gala? You can organize one, don’t make a face, I know you can.
Bruce looked ridiculously stunned. Clark laughed quietly — not the greatest detective didn’t realize, that daughter of actors, little star, need public attention.
— And maybe it’s time to introduce me to her, don’t you think so? Family must keep together.
When Clark stopped in front of the house of his parents, Bruce’s had already gone. As always. Maybe it’s time to get new costume? He said, she’d liked teal.
It was first time Bruce seeing Reader’s smile. Old man prepared so much for this moment, so his heart was beating as fast as Flash. But once he got closer, her pink lips lost it. Like a bullet shot him, man stepped back, adjusting the edge of his teal shirt, checked the cufflinks and causally said to the the hairdresser, — Your tip will raise with the amount of her asks you will complete. — The confidence was crazy. Other hairdresser looked at him. It was Bruce Wayne, so everyone expected something like that, especially in the most expensive salon in the whole Gotham City. The whispering of other women destroyed the silence in the room. «Such great daddy for her!», «If I was her mother, I would do this hairstyle every day!» and other noise Bruce was trying to ignore.
Today Bruce was a fairy Godmother. Everything started this morning. He left a beautiful pair of shoes from a designer, that even Lex Luthor could not afford. Made of Sakha diamonds, they were fantastic! With a smile he always had, when he was thinking about her, Bruce packed them in a teal box with a teal bow. After he tried to make a perfect outfit on the batcomputer. It didn’t me sense, so Damian, solving the case nearly, commented it with poisonous smirk, said something like: «My sister is too young for this dress». Bruce softened a bit.
Then was shopping. This was shoiling to see his little flower blessing. Sun finally appeared. Moreover, blush coloured Reader’s cheeks pink. The dress his beloved daughter chose was modest. He made sure about that. Teal and modest. Perfect.
And now her hair were being done. While Reader twittered like a bird with the hairdresser, Bruce watched her carfully. Like a boa. First time since the adoption he hadn't felt guilt at all. Only proud. Mostly of himself. It was much more importnat than another battle with aliens. Clark was right — family must keep together.
— Just don’t forget, that on twelve the magic'll dissaper, Cinderella. — Bruce whispered, when they finally got out of salon. He had been annoyed of these girls' thirty years younger than him flirting.
Clark was looking at Reader. The gala had already started, so bunch of guests: actors, idols and other Bohemian of Gotham City surrounded girl. He made a photo. Even he was a boss of Daily Planet crime reporters department, man could let himself be a silly journalist one day.
Gala was made with love. He knew exactly how. With Tim’s and Barbara’s organization and a little bit of Bruce’s help a themed elite party was born in a palace — oh, in a Wayne Tower Plaza. Best actors, people of art, and so much billionaires that could be there. Dresscode, food and drinks people from Central City didn’t even heard. Luxury in all way.
While walking through the crowd, Clark saw familiar faces: Richard and Barbara outside, Tim, talking with Lucius Fox, Diana... Politly, he greeted them all with a smile and took as much pictures as he could.
After some vine and using of X-Ray, man of steel decided to talk with a little highlight of evening — Reader.
The girl was surrounded by people. Firstly he took a picture of the whole group, secondly shook her hand and nicely asked for a photo. During his rising career, Clark had almost forgotten about this huge advantage of being a shy reporter in ugly glasses. She smiled and her clearly bleached teeth shone. She was glowing with joy at being the star of the gala, but the old man noticed a strange gaze in her eyes. Reader unwillingly laughed. At him. Then Bruce appeared. In dark teal with an orange tie, so he looked like Aquaman. And she laughed again, seeing them together. Wayne was shocked, and if you asked Clark, he would say something inappropriate and even vulgar about Bruce's face.
— Something funny?
— Not... You are just, you know, together! — Reader burst into laughter, but something felt wrong. Both men knew that the girl was real with laughter, however her eyes were lying.
The dress wasn't comfortable. Her hair became a mess and the shoes hurt her feet more with every new step. Reader ran down the stairs, leaving the noisy roof of Wayne Plaza. Finally, she was free! Reader was blooming — there was no Wayne strongly looking at her, no Damian with his poisonous tongue. Only herself. Only memories of her mom and dad. However, the shoe broke. When the girl jumped to another stairwell, a little diamond heel cracked. She fell painfully — every step was painful. Billions of small shiny fragments got into her foot, obviously, she didn't scream! She didn't even try to get attention. Just ran. Reader left the shoe to stay there.
She remembered Bruce's smile when she arrived after the funeral. Too kind. She knew these smiles. Reader was an actor and could see college from far. Wayne played the role of tragic family friend wonderfully. So did his children. The girl felt like a comedy character in the worst play in the whole world.And now she is a person. Not an actor.A hand touched her. So hot it could burn Reader alive. A strong and playful voice filled her brain.
Clock stroke twelve!
— I think Cinderella lost her shoe, —Reader turned around fast. Clark Kent stood in front of her, literally glowing here, in the darkness of the plaza's lower floors. His smile was a way to say «I am sorry, but definitely not sincerely». Reader stated to hate this nickname.
— How sweet! Mr. Wayne sent his old whore to talk with me. Precious. Gossips were true! Old Brucie dates old Clarkie. — Reader turned and started walking away again.
Clark tried to calm down. Now he found out why Bats was so tired these months. Flowers can be exhausting while blooming; he learned it during years in Kent's garden.
With a long inhale, the man easily grabbed her and lifted her to her feet, flying over several steps. Despite her starting to beat him, Clark carefully carried her back to the highest floor. The party was in full swing, as if nobody had even noticed her absence. Reader started crying. Man of steel just kept walking to the balcony through the crowd. Teens can be so dramatic actors.
Bruce had already been there, but Reader saw Damian next to Tim, standing next to the balcony door. They both looked at her with such a gaze that might denote admiration, or a distribution.
— And what was that? — the old man asked when the glass door closed behind them. Fresh air filled Reader's lungs and burnt the skin with coldness. — I didn't make any rules, Reader. Organized this whole parade of lies to see you laughing there and ignoring your family. Me! And you act like a selfish child.
— I am no-... — Clark's heavy hand shut her lips.
— Stop it! One thing I asked you — not to go out without me. Do you control yourself, Reader? You must understand that if you go there is no way back.
Reader for the first time saw Brucie so scary. He had no usual extravagance and stupidity. Only cold seriousness. She tried to pull away one last time, and Clark's face also changed to a serious one. The man sat her down on a nearby bench. Reader looked at Gotham in dead silence. It was shining like her — fake glowing full of lies. So close but so far. The girls' heels had become too high.
She didn't notice how men shared gazes. They said «Richard».
Bruce, after a long pause, got down on one knee, trying not to notice the quiet sobs. Her makeup was smeared all over her face. The guilt was back. Clark gave him a shoe; he fixed it at the start of freezing. Billionaire softly put a diamond slipper on a little bleeding foot, previously taking all the diamond chips out.
Behind the glass door, a figure grinned. Clark didn’t turn his head. Man of Steel already knew it was Tim.
He felt how the younger men shared their gazes. They said «Dick».
— I will never let you understand that there is no way back, Reader, — Bruce said, gently checking her injury. — I know what you are feeling. I also wanted to destroy the whole world.
— I want to destroy you.
Clark smiled. Fortunately, he remembered her pulse. Fast. Teens are such teens.
So second request is done🥳 it supposed to be headcanons but I remembered cinderella...
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reviews? Again written fully in english. I also was tagged but can't see the post😶🌫️
So also a mini game. Who can name all main metaphors and ideas is nice and beloved🫥
It's gonna short, but I have some ideas about it...
Firstly, I don't think Joker aka Jack White can be parental yandere. This concept just doesn't work because of his clear madness. Joker is very complex character, so I guess, he may kill Reader if they become boring or something else.
You can say: Aplpple, but he's got Harley and Punchline! And he hasn't killed them yet! Actually, there are comics, where Joker killed them both, but I'll pretend there aren't. Harley is mostly his sidekick, so Joker can live without her. In Platonic Yandere conception, I'd prefer him not killing Reader and live happily.
That's why I clearly see him as an «owner». Let's imagine teen Reader, maybe even a child. Instead of Harley's sidekick/lover personality, Reader may be... a pet.
You know these anti-suicaidal pets, that parents give their children? Reader can play a role of it, but for Joker.
You went missing ten months ago. Calendar on an old wall helped you to determine time first weeks, by, c'mon, you don't even remember you name now.
You've learnt the rules quickly: when little bitch Mrs. Jay He orders «Jump!» — you jump, «Sit, little piggy!» — you sit. So easy, right?
Today Mr. Jay is so angry! He punched Harley! Talks about scary Bat even more than usual. Such a shame! You get closer to his coach and slightly moving jealous Mrs. Jay. Bark twice. Put your head on his lap, licking his pretty purple pants.
— Or, Harley! Look at our precious puppy! So smart, always know, what I need. Unlike you! — he throws something at her, oh, it might be a bomb... With long scream Mrs. Jay ran out of the room. Mr. Jay, your dear Master, laughs and laughs. You even feel that feeling in your puppy heart. Joy, happiness, loyalty. Maybe, it is a blessing, that you don't remember first days: torture, hunger, pain, collar.
You bark again.
Joker tortured you first days.
You have your own puppy suit, made by Harley, clowny and cute. Purple polka dot shorts, green shirt with rhomb print and highlight of your look — huge red clown nose on your face. Joker says it fits you more, than your own skin.
Your big dog bed near Joker's one is made of your parents' skin.
First and last escape attempt was disturbing. These were days, when you still thought you could escpae. His boys got you and beat you so badly that in the end you were missing a couple of teeth and almost all hair.
Batman doesn't know about you. Yet.
My first request yay! Tumbler works bad, so it took more time
Justice League notices strange object in the sky above Smallville. Clark decides to investigate, but something strange appears in his minds.
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Justice League was quite concerned about strange object in the sky right above Smallville. It wasn't the main problem — according to local villagers, a lot of cows went missing. Isn't it strange?
Clark thought so.
— Object without any known to us flags of extraterrestrial civilizations... — Bruce was talking about scanning, when Superman felt it firstly. Locked deeply in his soul, something inhuman called him. Like a mother touch, like a breath of Kryptonian air. — Technologies don't look human. Hal, you need to connect the Corps, Diana...
He shook his head and forced the feeling to leave.
And while Leage tried to connect UFO and answer journalists questions, he decided to visit parents.
Then he finds out, that it will make things go wrong. But not in a bad way.
After nice talk and a lot of hugs, Ma finally showed him the thing, that nobody could mention. Pa stayed in the kitchen, eating. Their voices sounded unusally quite and nervous.
The thing hung straight in the air. Clark would accept it, but, of course, without joy. So man was stunned, when his gaze locked on a tiny spaceship right above Kent house. His house. Strange rainbow light came from it, illuminated the house and road. It was like thousands of little stars in one place. And feeling. Uncanny feeling filled Clark's Kryptonian heart, made it beat faster.
Martha sofly touched son's hand. In her tired eyes Clark saw words «Finally you understand clearly».
He left Ma and flew up. In one moment shy journalist Clark Kent disappeared — Superman came. Even casual clothes couldn't make him look casual again.
It wasn't superhard to get into the spaceship. Clark looked around — whole interior reminded him of these stupid Earth movies about Mars. White, shiny and futuristic. But one thing there made him more anxious, that everything else in this situation — complete loneliness.
Not complete. Clark used X-Ray vision and fastly find missing cows. He even found familiar one — cute heifer, named Daisy. When he came closer, it was calmly eating grass. All nine cows were safe there. It was a surprise, unwillingly man expected to see a whole laboratory from his childhood movies about UFOs. However it was a simple white room, which floor was fully coverd with grass, dandelions and wild flowers.
Light. Again this rainbow light.
Suddenly, cows started mooing at the same time. They even... nodded to someone, appeared right behind Clark's back. Familiar feeling filled his heart again. Euphoria. He named it.
— Kryptonian
Voice made his heart slow. It sneaked into his mind like summer wind. Fresh. Sweet. And so unearthy. Like a myth, like a fantasy from deep, deep space. Like home he had never seen.
The second he turned — great light of colours, that he has never seen, stroke him. Like a wave of sounds, of smells, of something he could never understand.
Kal-El closed his eyes.
Clark opened his eyes again. The feeling's gone. Mooing's also gone. He closed and opened again. Instead of euphoria he felt emptiness. Greasy and starving, it wanted to eat his heart all over.
Something sharply ended his fever minds. He knew exactly what.
— John, I know, you can be more polite. — Clark said tiredly, trying to make Martian Manhunter leave his head.
— We found you flying at a speed approximately equal to the speed of light on the boundary of galaxy, Clark. It was, like humans say, miracle, that John was there, — deeply in Clark's mind he said, and after short pause continued — it much more dangerous, that we thought. Batman and Hal are already there, for some reason it didn't change its position.
Men looked at eachother. Clark's eyes with some childish interest met with John's. Like a message — Watchrower. But poor Martian Manhunter, he didn't notice a strange rainbow light in Superman's eyes.
— How long have I been passed out?
— Twelve hours, fifty five minutes. — J'onn's voice finally sounded not from his head.
He looked at John. Green skin always got his gaze locked on, but not now. After explosion it seemed as a gray, as a worst colour ever. Clark remembered that colour. The colour of home he had never seen. The white around him suddenly became gray. Gray as a sculpture on a grave, as a sky in England.
Superman tired to throw this annoying thoughts away. Didn't help. His strong will had begun weaker for these twelve hours.
Clark finally felt, how J'onn left his head. At the same moment voice, not, The Voice appeared, echoing in his mind. It screamed on all languages, with so much pain in it...
— Control yourself, Clark. — And John disappeared without saying goodbay. Yesterday Clark would stop him. Today Clark had already forgot about it.
Space. A comet was falling in front of him, maybe in thousands of light miles? Clark wished and, like a electric shock, he heard it again. Instead of Martian Manhunter rough hands, breaking his brain, soft hands started hugging his heart. It whispered his name again and again, faster with every second.
After long seconds, that seemed like hours, he finally understood — voice was begging him to return.
I am actually shoked, that Batfam didn't win, but honestly glad. During writing I understood, that it won't be short😷, so it s part 1. Of you have any questions about this story, u can freely ask or even request headcanons idk.
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This fic is really important thing to me, as a fan of sci fi, so it gonna be strange actually
Platonic Yandere Batfam x Teen Supervillian Reader
Being supervillian in Gotham and being chased by Batman is bad. But dying in a fire is much worse.
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Reader woke up from a annoying smell of smoke. She closed her eyes and turned over to the other side, throwing the blanket onto the floor — it was hot. Too hot for winter Gotham. Somewhere in her mind, a part of her was screaming loudly for her to get out of bed, to yell, to run to the balcony and yell again. And then, preferably about five seconds later, to jump straight from the fifth floor. Never mind that it was winter, never mind that it was Gotham, never mind that she was wanted my GSPD.
Reader deeply regretted not listening to that shrill, thin little voice.
The second time she woke up from the pain — the terrifying moment of realization had arrived — her synthetic pajama pants have already been engulfed in flames. The fabric was melting right before her eyes, but soon her eyes began to melt too, leaving the girl in complete shock. All alone. There was a wild shriek; she was straining, writhing in convulsions, screaming and screaming, howling, shrieking and tearing at her clothes in panic.
She fell off the bed and started shrieking again. That same little voice from deep inside her head joined in. Through the painful haze, Reader saw her legs becoming covered in burns, and the already black synthetic fabric sticking to what remained of her skin.
Again, shrieking. This time it wasn’t hers — the voice came from outside. The screams mingled with the wail of a siren. For the first time in her very short life, the Reader was glad, insanely glad for the emergency.
Reader crawled toward the balcony door. The heat was everywhere. It burned every muscle in her body. Soon the girl realized that the flames had spread to her head. Thrashing about, she began banging her head against the floor, trying to put out the fire. Tears instantly evaporated from the heat around her. Not cool. It didn’t really help, actually — from what had once been lush, now burnt hair, the fire spread to the carpet, from the carpet to the curtains, from the curtains to the windowsill, from the windowsill back to the carpet. Back onto her hair. And from her hair... Fortunately, she did not have the habit of hanging mirrors at floor level, so she would not have been able to see what had happened to her young, always beautiful face anyway — otherwise death from a heart attack would have occurred before death from fire.
How did it come to this?
Reader would not want to blame herself, but perhaps shooting at Firefly during yet another Gotham riot was excessive. Well, so what? He started it! Even half-dead, she could easily remember his vile voice:
— You little bitch! Watched too many movies, you whore? Burn in hell, you mis-... — he didn’t have time to finish; Reader pulled the trigger. The bullet hit him right in the knee. — I will make you suf-... — Firefly was interrupted again by another shot. The girl aimed for the second knee, but missed. In the man’s carelessly exposed stomach, a bloody hole formed.
You ask, why did she do it?
Like a true super-villainess, Reader needed an enemy. Dent had Penguin, Red Hood had Black Mask, everyone had someone — not counting Bats, of course! Maybe that’s why she was never included in the TOP-10 most terrible Gotham villains?
Firefly was an excellent option for several reasons. First — nobody likes him. The rest need not even be mentioned. No shame for such thoughts visited Reader then, nor even in her moment of agony.
The Reader did not consider herself guilty at all. Her conscience had never particularly pursued her. The psychiatrists of Arkham called it adolescent maximalism mixed with a dangerous form of sociopathy and narcissism, her grandparents — a lack of upbringing and corrupt youth morals, Batman and his pank-gang — .... Even to herself, the girl did not like to say it. The freak circus called her behavior by the soft word «youth».
She had met them a long time ago. A very long time ago. When the four-year-old Reader was watching TV. She had already reached the age of understanding what was happening on the screen. Her grandfather was watching the news — Batman'd epically beated the Riddler live on air. At that moment, Reader, despite her age, clearly understood — Batman was an idiot! He could have just snapped that question-asking fool’s neck in his cape! When she loudly announced this to her grandfather, he, for some reason, did not appreciate it.
And even almost eleven years later, Batman’s very existence made Reader writhe with laughter and hatred. That idiot over the years had acquired a gang of similarly strange, useless freaks. Being a super-villainess, of course, self-proclaimed, Reader had beaten the bat-freak and his bird children many times. But every time, instead of a real battle, she was met with quick disarmament, sedative injection in the neck, and then the asylum a few hours later.
There were exceptions. Red Hood had shot her a couple of times — and, unfortunately for her, hit. Red Robin had pushed Reader off the roof of a tall building. Nightwing had broken the girl’s arm during their last, uneven — as Reader believed — fight.
But worst of all was that the images of the Batfamily haunted her everywhere! Food, graffiti, even TikTok! What was the Reader’s fury when, after a robbery, with her legs aching from pain, barely making it to a hideout, she opened TikTok... And there were compilations of her fight with the flying pest! Attempts to justify herself in the comments were torn apart by a horde of fans.
She had no sad dying words. For some reason Reader always thought, that she would had some cool and smart phrase before dying. By the time her tongue caught fire, all thoughts were completely burned away by flame. The fire destroyed everything, leaving only all-consuming pain. Reader could no longer scream, could no longer crawl. And even though there was less than a meter left to the balcony door, she remained lying on the flame-engulfed carpet. The whole room — no, not just the room, her villainous lair, full of pistols and blueprints, chip bags and plans for the destruction of Batman — all drowned in the heat.
The end came not at all as the girl had wanted. In her plans, that were carefully written with a pink sparkly pen about a great battle with Batman, her triumphant victory, universal love and admiration, titles, her own island in the Pacific Ocean with white sand and coconut palms, about Nintendo and McDonald’s every day. A pity it was not destined to come true. She was killed by a stupid pyromaniac that no one loves. He burned her beautiful face and hair.
Involuntarily, she pictured Bats, completely indifferent. Sitting on the roof of some building or interfering with Two-Face robbing a bank. A stupid freak in a stupid cape...
Glass door shattered with a loud crack. Shards of glass fell onto her burned head, miraculously missing her face. With monstrous speed, a large, black and terrifyingly cold — and therefore all the more pleasant — figure took her in his arms. Automatically, Reader reached out her burned hand toward the strangely familiar creature. It pulled her closer, muffling her almost puppy-like whimpering. A sharp screech of a grapple — the sounds of the street exploded her head from the inside. In the blink of an eye, the figure — no, Batman — found himself on the opposite roof, and then downstairs. He pressed his palm to his temple, activating the communicator — Oracle. Reader is with me, I’ll contact the paramedics. Firefly got away. Tell Alfred to prepare. — briefly, quickly, as usual.
If the Reader had not passed out a minute later, she would have witnessed the insane panic on the faces of the paramedics. Apparently, none of them had ever seen burns of such a degree. A couple of police officers, who had arrived a few minutes earlier, gasped in clear, so damn clear disgust. The influencer, who was filming it, stepped aside — she vomited a moment later.
«...Things are taking an unexpected turn: the famous Gotham billionaire Bruce Wayne has adopted a teenager injured in the fire! A brilliant PR move or genuine charity? As we discussed in the previous episode...» — the main computer screen went dark — Tim switched between tabs with a light movement of his hand, taking up the analysis of an interesting little diary with a pink leather cover. Taking a sip of an energy drink, the man began to read, pretending not to notice Nightwing quietly emerging from the darkness of the cave.
— I was kinda interested what they’d say next. Maybe turn it back? — Dick said, almost laughing, although his face showed nothing even close to joy.
— Ryder will make a statement about Reader’s death and build another conspiracy theory. Everyone on air will say that Gotham can breathe freely again, having lost another crazy supervillain, — Tim calmly continued, taking another sip. — Babs took care that they had all the necessary information. Reader died in the fire, ten dead citizens, one survivor. — He turned his meaningful blue gaze to the cause of all. To her.
A pause fell. Dick approached the medical cot. The body lying on it bore little resemblance to the girl shown on TV minute earlier. The face, the body, the hands and feet — everything was covered in bandages. An oxygen tube was connected to her nose, a drip stood out from her forearm. Richard’s hand involuntarily touched the place where her hair should have been.
— It will take her a long time to grow her hair again... But Bruce apparently found some kind of specialist in restoration, did he? — Dick muttered without the usual joyful intonations in his voice, stroking the girl’s face. He remembered how four days ago he saw what was left of her and shuddered.
— It will take a long time for her to learn how to walk again. — Tim interrupted Dick in mid-sentence. He was absorbed in reading: he was just studying a page with a poorly drawn Jason, shooting Reader. — Leslie says muscles are badly damaged. A wheelchair for several years exclusively. Bruce's already bought it. From Italy, I think.
Dick seemed not to pay attention to his words.
— Do you think she can hear us? — Richard sat on the cot. The gleam in his eyes, the same for all members of the family, intensified. Obsession.
— Even if she does, do you really care? As if she can get up and leave. — Tim looked up from the diary and also approached the cot. — Bruce has declared full incapacity. Even if our little, stupid little sister runs away, the first policeman she meets will be obliged to bring her back to us.
Reader hears.
I hate it. It actually lost of the meaning it has after translation. All idioms gone🫠 but here you are. I don't know shall I write part 2 or not. Say in comments or in asks please. Reviews are waited for!
I noticed that a large number of people who write for the Platonic yandere Batfam imagine kidnapped reader with an ankle chain, permanent sedatives, someone from the family next to them and other strange stuff.
But...
I think, that they don't need it. They all are superheroes and, don't wanna say this, but have their own lives. Dick lives in Blüdhaven, Bruce works in Wayne Enterprises, Jason's busy making things that criminals do. Get it? They love reader, obsessed with them, but they have so much to do except spending time with Reader.
They don't need chains and full-time nanny for Reader. Even if Reader is rebellious. Just... Manor is full of entertainment. Batfam can give reader all they want. Books, PlayStation, PC, sports and simply as much cool things as you can imagine.
And maybe a cute little bracelet? Very expensive, with tracker inside. And earrings, and necklace, and even reader's bra. Permanent monitoring. Simply pulse and million other characteristics under control. There are cameras in reader's perfect huge room with panoramic windows made of bulletproof glass. No sharp things, no weapon at all.
Because of reader makes them suddenly return to manor in wrong time... Then a small room in batcave with no privacy, permanent medical control is waiting for them! And Bruce would not be happy.
And suddenly reader's food consists sedatives now. Alfred doesn't make their favourite food. Bruce is more caring than always, Dick moves to manor again. Reader's necklace becomes a collar. Beautiful little collar.
Be nice and old bastard Daddy Bruce will buy ice cream. Be nice and son of a bitch elder brother Richard will show his first Robin suit. Be nice and Jason will get you on the bike ride without telling Bruce. It's so simple. Just be nice.
It isn't a problem to live little wonderful life in fantastic room in great manor with caring big family, isn't it, Reader?
It s bad, I know. Just a little bit tired of all these fics, where bat family acts like stupid kids. Most of them are grown up men guys. I also tried not to translate and write in English instead my native.
