Tags: Parental Relationship| Platonic Relationship | Kid Fic | Gender Neutral Reader | Parent Dick Grayson | Angst | Hurt/Comfort| Yandere Fic | Mild Infantilization
TW: Mentioned and implied child abuse (non-graphic) | Slight child abduction?? | Overbearing Parental Figure
Summary: Dick Grayson has saved you from your abusive, toxic parents! It's not too bad, honestly. He's much more caring and loving than your bio parents. He's kinder to you than anyone else, and is always there to comfort you.
He's WAY over protective.
Extra: Reader is supposed to be in the age range of tween-teen but Dick kinda babies you.
It's been eight months now.
Four months since Dad's brought you home from the center. Your bio parents had finally decided you were too much work and gave you up to the system.
But seeing as the system is, well, terrible, you ended up back with them since you didn't have any relatives who were alive or if they were, cared enough, and seeings as Gotham is the capital for orphans, no homes were available.
So that left you avoiding your parents whenever interaction with them wasn’t strictly necessary, and hiding the winces you made whenever they misgendered you. Which grew increasingly harder when you finally decided to cut your hair shorter.
You were walking home from school when you met him. Your Father had forgotten to pick you up. Or he just didn’t care to. It hadn’t been the first time.
Unfortunately for you, you lived right at the edge of the city where it was more rural than cityscape. And even more unfortunately, you were a kid.
Easy pickens for someone who needed a quick robbery.
It wasn’t like you actually had any money though, the most valuable thing you had was your school computer, but that didn’t make a difference to someone who was hard on their luck and desperate for money.
You hadn’t even realized you had been followed until a dark figure grabbed you by your school bag and dragged you to the ground. Thankfully the only thing they were interested in was your bookbag, but that didn’t stop you from screaming.
And he dropped down. Papa. Of course you didn’t know it then. At the time he was just Nightwing to you. A savior and vigilante you heard about in passing. Not someone you ever thought you’d meet.
You don’t even fully remember what went down. Just that after a while, you were being carried home. Well, that was until you actually got to the front door and knocked. To which you got a prompt, “Fuck off! We’re kicking you out!” And ended up crying at the door.
He took you home after that. Gave you an extra set of his clothes and let you sleep in his bed while unbeknownst to you, he started researching your history.
You stayed with him a while after that. Still going to school and then being picked up by a man in a car that apparently worked for him.
You didn’t think too much about it. You were just happy to be out of the house.
Eventually you got adopted. And then moved with him into a much bigger apartment. Got your own bed with your own room that you got to decorate however you wanted. You got to finally be able to go to after school events because you finally had to time to.
You started making friends and had your own freedoms!
Well you did. Until he started to get overbearing.
Like yesterday for example. You had gotten home over ten minutes late after art club, barely any time at all, but by the time you got to the door and was about to open it, he was already walking out and ready to hunt you down.
“Dad?” You asked shocked. Confused as to why he looked so angry.
“(Y/N), where were you? You’re late.” He ticked out, angry.
“Relax, It’s only ten minutes, I just stayed after a little longer to help clean up some supplies.” You explained, huffing into your chin.
“You could have at least texted me.” He said, nudging you inside the same way a Border Collie would a sheep.
“My phone died okay? It’s fine!” You continued, confused as to why he was so put upon about this.
“Not an excuse, you could’ve had your teacher call me.” He replied.
“No. It’s not.” He stated firmly. Leaving no room for argument. “A lot can happen in 10 minutes, and you not realizing that is what makes me worry, (Y/N).”
He’s standing over you now, arms crossed.
“You’re in my house now, you play by my rules. That means you come home on time or text me when you can’t. You got that?” He asked, but he already knew the answer.
“Yes sir…” You sighed, walking to your room to scream into the pillow.
That night was only the beginning.
After that is why one thing after another.
First it was constantly texting you, and then blowing up your phone with calls when you didn’t answer.
Then it was the Apple Air Tags and constant location tracking apps on your phone or smartwatch.
And then finally it was him telling you that you couldn’t go out with your friends unless he met their parents and felt ‘comfortable’ with them.
It was starting to piss you off with how overbearing he was becoming.
So that’s when you decided to sneak out.
There was this school dance you were looking forward to. Wasn’t really anything special, but seeing as with your bio parents wouldn’t have even entertained the idea, you decided that it was time to finally try and experience things kids your age did.
And you had asked, let that he clear.
You asked the say they announced it. But of course, Papa was being extra again.
“Who are you going with?” And “What are the names of the kids?” And “who are their parents?” Were all questions before he finally put his foot down and said ‘No’.
Well, too damn bad, Papa. You were going to that dance.
You waited until he had to go on patrol to start planning. You decided that since the dance started at seven, you were going to lie and say you had a tutoring session until five. But in reality, you were planning on what you were going to wear with your friends. Then, you would quickly come back home and pretend to get ready for the night.
By that time, Papa would have already started to get ready for his nightly patrol. When he was finally gone, you would sneak on to the fire escape and climb down to where your friends would be waiting for you and you would all have a nice time at the dance.
Seeing as you were a child, and therefore didn’t have a fully developed brain, it didn’t even occur to you that your Father would have a security system set up with top of the line camera’s set up.
So that’s how you ended up barely a block from your school when he dropped down in front of all of your friends and you in his suit.
“(Y/N), your Father is very disappointed in you.” He played up, ignoring the awed looks of your peers and their questions. Most of them saying ‘your Dad knows Nightwing?’
“Yeah, well, tell my Dad to let me go out more!” You fuss, pouting in embarrassment.
“This is not the time for that,” He huffed at you. Then he turned to your friends “And you kids should know better than this. I’ll be calling your parents about this little incident.”
All the awe quickly wore off and was replaced with ‘No!’ And ‘Please don’t!’
You ended up grounded after that. And so did your friends, who were now pointedly avoiding you so that they wouldn’t get in trouble anymore.
Now you were back at square one again, and you were sick of it.
You’re walking up to the door of your house, ready to slam the door and go fuss in your room when it opens for you.
“(Y/N), we need to have a talk.” He stated, ushering you inside.
“No.” He replies, but it isn’t exactly angry.
You both end up sitting at the dining room table, two mugs on tea in front of you both.
“I’m disappointed in you, kid.” He starts and you already feel attacked.
“I knew you were angry about the dance, but I can’t believe you would do that.” He sighs, taking a long sip of his tea.
“Why?” He finally asks like it wasn’t obvious.
“Why?” You repeat. “Why!?”
“Maybe it’s because you don’t allow me to do anything!” You screamed.
“You’re being overdramatic.” He tells you.
“No, I’m not!” You point out, shrugging your shoulders.
“Dad, you’re literally so overbearing that it’s suffocating!” You start to rant.
“I can’t go out with friends unless you know their whole family history! I can’t go to events or dances, you’ve even made me skip club meetings! That’s not fair!”
He looks at you like you just insulted him.
“I do that because I care, (Y/N)! I want to make sure you’re safe and protected!” He emphasized with a hand gesture.
“You care too much!” You push back, slipping out of your chair and storming to your room. He grabs you by your wrists.
“No, I care because I love you! You need to understand that—” He starts before you cut him off.
“Why? You’re not even my real Dad!” You try and shove at him but obviously he doesn’t move. Just stares are you shocked and hurt.
You don’t apologize though. You’re too angry.
“You’re not my real Dad, stop acting like it.” You repeated like a curse.
He looks at you unblinking before you finally make it to your room and close the door.
It isn’t until later that night do you regret saying it. Guilty eating away at you.
You shouldn’t have said that.
In the morning, you don’t see him. But he does leave you breakfast and a note stating he’ll be taking the day shift patrol.
You grimace. You didn’t mean it.
Getting ready for school, you feel sour. You wish you could take it back.
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