Couture- Chapter One (Yandere Batfam x Reader)
(Picture at the end)
Y/N was exceptionally beautiful just like their mother but they were still so different. Too smart for their own good and too observant for their age, all calmed by a cool demeaner and a playful charm.
People loved to tease Y/N, almost as much as Y/N liked to tease other people. Something about it just came so easy about it to them.
Reading people came too easily for it to feel real, sometimes they hated it. Y/N hated how it only took one look at Susie and her dirty sneakers and how she always went to the nurse before lunch to realize her financial problems.
Something about Y/N is that they also feel to much, maybe that’s how everything started, one observation about a girl’s shoes and how she went to the nurse to avoid paying for an expensive school lunch.
While sitting in class, almost like clockwork, 10 minutes before lunch, Susie raised her hand.
“Miss, I’m not feeling well,” she grasped her head, and to her defense, she did look unwell, her curly blonde hair was greasy and stringy, her cheeks were flushed, likely from embarrassment, and she was shaking, she really looked sick.
If you looked a bit closer though than you would notice her sharp eyes, legs that didn’t wobble like the rest of her body, and her bag over her should like she was already prepared to leave.
Mrs. Walit, a short, plumpy woman looked back at her, “Again?” she questioned little Susie. Mrs. Walit looked up at the clock, “Go ahead Miss Lynn, I’ll won’t bother to tell the nurse you’re coming, she’s expecting you,” to be fair the nurse was expecting her.
Susie Lynn has been doing this since the third grade and here she was in highschool. It was an open secret at this point, but everyone still mentioned it every day, they even made a game out of it.
“Dammit,” Eden, a shaggy haired freshman, with a skinny frame to compliment, “How’d you win again…” he pulls out a wrinkled $20 bill and holds it out to me.
How did I get stuck betting on a girl struggling to swallow her pride and apply for an assisted lunch program.
I smirk, “It’s all about her,” I point up and Eden follows my fingers that point to the roof and stares at me like I’m stupid.
“Y/N,” he says delicately, “Are you okay? You aren’t pointing at anyone!”
I roll my undone eyes a hold back my signature smirk, “Yes I am sweetheart,” My chuckle comes naturally, “Lady luck is everywhere, play better next time.”
I stalk off to find my next target, but not before turning around and blowing a kiss to Eden, “Thanks for the lunch money sweetheart~”
Eden’s hands shoot to his notebook to cover his dopey grin, “Y-yeah! See you later Y/N…” what a poor poor idiot…
Eden really was an idiot, a smart idiot. He was a local genius, he won multiple competitions in speech and debate, the writer of multiple essays that won awards, always in the local paper, bla bla bla. He was definitely smart, but not as smart as her.
Susie Lynn… despite her financial issues, she was a genius, not skip-a-few-grades-genius but pure genuine genius. It was in everything she did that made her seem normal, her grades, always just below the super smart kids and right above the dimmer kids. It was even in her attitude.
Cutesy Susie Lynn, the poor little martyr, who tragically struggles financially, has no friends, and isn’t academically different.
‘She’s hiding something,’ I think to myself, ‘I mean, no one is THAT pathetic, always scurrying off somewhere.’ I lick my naturally done lips, ‘I have to figure out what’s going on, right now.’
Click-Clack, Click-Clack, Click-Clack
My shoes stomp about the tiles as I walk amongst the school in long powerful strides. I’m not heading anywhere per say, but I have a feeling, after a while longer my feeling turns out to be right.
I hear calm breathing covered by fake sobs coming from the one person bathroom, ‘Bingo!’ poor sad Susie Lynn, sobbing in the bathroom about her sad little life. Barf!
I check to if anyone’s there and as soon as I was sure that the coast was clear I grabbed my bobby pin and picked the lock. I squeeze myself in and the first thing I notice is a busted up phone with sound coming from it.
‘I FUCKING knew it!’ Susie was sitting on the bathroom floor, scrolling on a much nicer looking phone, only to look up to me with wide eyes.
“What are you doing in-” my hand shoots over her mouth at lightning speed, “Shhhh… I just want to talk to you, Susie Lynn,” I whisper threateningly.
Susie’s face blanches in real time, she meekly nods her head and lets me drag her off. Before I leave I make sure to turn off he fake sobs and pack away the phone.
We walk past multiple people, looking confused at me and Susie together. I have always had the charm and I have always properly used it. This school is my playground, and the people? My dolls, each and every one of them, pieces on my chess board, dolls in my dollhouse.
I offer each of them a wave before we reach the office, “Mr. Gary!” I exclaim, he comes running outside immediately, “Miss Monroe,” he starts to sweat slightly at my appearance.
“Sweet girl, what are you doing out here? You should be enjoying your lunch, I made sure that it was something you would like,” I raise my hand to pause him.
“Look Mr. Gary,” I run my fingers through my hair, “It isn’t anything against the food but I have something I’m really,” I look back at Susie’s shaking form, “interested in right now.”
I offer a mock look of sadness, “I would really appreciate if you could let me go home for today,” before he can nod I point out Susie behind me, “Susie and I have to handle something so she’ll be joining me.”
“Well that’s-” he shakes his head, “that is completely fine Miss Monroe, enjoy your day,” he smiles at me, “Would you like me to call your step-father to come get you girls?” I nod to him and turn my aasttention to Susie.
“So Susie,” she looks to her feet, “we’ll be talking at length at my home.” I lead her to a seat in the office and I take a moment to admire the name at the front of the highschool, I smile,
Midtown Monroe Highschool
I look back to Susie, “Maybe get your story straight before we get there hmm?” I whisper at the tip of her ear. My face is unreadable as I think about what I will ask her, the answers I will get, ‘Haahhh…’
“Miss Monroe, your ride-” A man pushes past Mr. Gary, he is tall, bulky, has dark pants made from perfect leather that was exceptionally well made, contrary to the shirt, which looked hastily thrown on. On his wrists were thin, wide, white, cloth, matching the thin, white, wide, cloth on his neck attached with a black bowtie.
I walk out and grab Susie’s arm to drag her to the limo outside, in the car were two boys, only a bit younger than myself. They were dressed in outfits similar to the man, except their shirt were much more thought out, white button ups and they looked like the shirts were meant to be there, for modesty based on their ages.
Almost all at once they greeted, “Hello Miss Monroe,” I smile and wave at them all with a perfectly rehearsed model wave. “Why hello my darlings,” I blow quick kisses.
I point to Susie, who is cowering next to me, “This is Miss Lynn, she will be joining us for a bit today,” I offer Susie a small smile to soothe her nerves.
The man driving nods, “But don’t forget you have a job to do today,” he gentily reminds me of my upcoming photo shoot. To be fair, I had forgotten about it completely but it doesn’t make me any less efficient.
“Go ahead and take us to the house, then come collect me about a half hour later, understood boys?” I look at each of them. “Understood ma’am,” they collectively add.
I notice the entrance to the house coming closer and get ready to step out, “Good job boys,” I give one of the younger boys a kiss on the cheek and the other a playful caress to the face, “let’s go Susie.”
As the door opens I hear a perfectly pitched voice, “Well aren’t you a proper little flirt? Mommy’s little protege huh?” I close my eyes in annoyance. “What? Not happy to see me sweetheart?” She outstreaches her arms for a hug.
I lean into her embrace, “No mother, I love to see you, I just,” I look back to Susie, “really had something I wanted to do, but I do love seeing you when you’re not busy.”
Susie starts to scoot away, “C- C- CALENDAR GIRL SHE’S ACTUALLY HERE!” I cover my ears, “Try not to scream that loudly sweetheart,” I say gently and I turn back to her, “Can we talk later Mother?”
My mother caresses my face, “20 minutes sweetheart, you have a modeling session and then we have business,” She starts to walk off.
“Bye mother, I’ll see you in twenty minutes,” I look a the petrified girl on the floor, “If I even need that.”
I watch my mother’s retreating figure, “Susie, you need to explain and you need to explain now, before I need to go,” I look down to her, “Go ahead and speak, but let me prompt you, I want to know about why you were lying in my school.”
Her voice shakes slightly, “I’m a spy,” I blink, “I was sent to spy on the school since I was eight, I report on you monthly,” she keeps babbling, “I report it to him for a small fee, I don’t-”
I squint my eyes, “Who the hell is him,” I say curiously and she looks back at me, “Batman… I report to Batman, he wants information on all of the villains, even after they ‘reformed’ like your mother.”
I take a strong hard step in between her quaking legs, “Here’s what will happen,” I take another step, “You will never attend my school again, you will stop spying on me, and you will disappear from my sight.”
She nods her head desperately, but I add, “I will be generous and pay you enough to buy yourself some decent clothes, pay for food, and,” I look at her, “escape from your awful parents, now go…”
She scurries off, “Yes! Yes! Yes! You’ll never hear from me again,” she rushes out the door and completely disappears into what feels like another world.
I think to myself, ‘This won’t be fun to explain to mother… OH FUCK! I have a modeling shoot!’ I run off to the right wing for what I hope will be a quick modeling session.
Spoiler Alert
It wasn’t!
It was a grueling two-hour shoot. It involved multiple hairstyles, poses, and different clothes. This take the cake for the hardest photo shoot yet.
My bed was calling out for me but the day wasn’t over yet, a leg swiftly kicked my feet out from under me, “Hello my sweetness, aren’t you heavy on your feet today?” my mother teased.
Her face shifted when she saw the tiredness in my face, the lines sinking into my skin, “Okay, speak up sweetheart,” she lifts me up, “What’s going on in my babygirl’s life?”
I lower my head into the crack of her neck, “She was a spy, she was spying on us and sending the information to Batman…” My mother went stiff and took a sharp, shaky breath, “Sweetheart I need to tell you something…” I lift my head, “Batman is Bruce Wayne,” I squint my eyes in confusion, “And Bruce Wayne is your father.”
What the hell?