Yandere platonic Batfamily with a gender neutral reader!
A/N:ok so ive been gone for 9 Months, I’m so so so sorry. I know it’s hard to believe but I was genuinely suffering from the worst burn out aswell as mental health issues. But I’m back now! I’m doing much better and I wanna say I love all y’all that have been checking up on me!!!:D
Sorry for any spelling errors!!
“Welcome home, master [name].” Alfred the butler, known for his forever calm demeanor struggled to contain his worry as he spoke. Beads of sweat were lined on his forehead. You weren’t focused on that.
Instead you were focused solely on your new home with the Wayne’s, technically you were a Wayne. This was your new home with your new family.
Home. The word sounded foreign on your tongue. You’ve never had a home, not a real one atleast. Sure theres been places you stayed, couches you’ve slept on, apartments you’ve struggled to pay rent to, but never a home.
Your mother died when you were no older than 6. You bounced around, house to house, but you always managed to hang onto the one thing you had going for you. Your intelligence.
From a young age you were smarter than the average kid, more mature which made it inherently difficult to make friends. Not that you minded you were always rapped up in your own mind, strategically planning your next big break in. The Gotham streets were tough and you needed to survive somehow.
You broke into houses, restaurants, bars, schools. Looking for either something valuable to pawn off or a place to sleep. You crafted small devices using the stolen items, small gadgets that made your break in’s easier.
A garage door opener could be turned into a device to stop store alarms without the passcode. A kids chemistry kit from Walmart combined with everyday household cleaning equipment could be turned into homemade smoke bombs.
You were swift and crafty, always managing to hang just below the radar as to not get caught.
So why were you now in the Wayne’s care? Well turns out you’re not invincible.
You were trying to steal back your mother necklace, you had to sell it a while back to get by and now you wanted it back. Problem was the pawnshop wouldnt let you buy it back as it was too expensive for you.
This made you seethe with rage, you waited until they closed. And under the cover of darkness you quickly unlocked the doors, via homemade lock pick and silenced the alarms using your gadgets.
Thats when problems arose, the shopkeeper came back as he forgot his wallet in the shop. You hadn’t anticipated this. “HEY WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!” The man’s gruff voice called out.
You chose to stay silent, quickly grabbing the necklace along with some money from the cash register before booking it out the back door.
“HEY GET BACK HERE!” The man said already having pulled out his phone to call the police. You ran down the street, using the darkness of the night to blend in. Unfortunately for you upon seeing what you stole the shop keeper recognized who you were and was able to give a profile to the police.
You ran into the city park, that’s when you heard the familiar sirens you had unfortunately grown accustomed to.
You were detained and taken down to the station. You quickly hid the necklace on your person, telling the police you dropped it on the floor in your great escape. Safe to say it was a shitty night, but hey atleast your mugshot looked good.
You were already in the system for a past slip up, from that they were able to find your only living parent, Bruce Wayne.
To be completely honest it was just as much of a shock to the police as it was to you, you always assumed your father had died when you were young. Now here he was collecting you from the station.
You stared up at him, his eyes glowed with a sense of familiarity. Had y’all met before? You asked yourself.
He greeted you kindly but you had absolutely no interest in the man. You shook with something you could not name, your finger nails dug into your palms as you walked to the car. The car looked more expensive than anything you’ve ever owned. His arm stayed on your shoulder, scared you would run the second you landed outside.
Truth was you wanted to run, run away from this man now adorning the title of your father. But it was to risky, first of all y’all were in broad daylight, second off you were infront of a police station with commissioner Gordon watching yall walk out together.
You hesitated before entering the car clutching your duffel bag close. Thankfully they didn’t search you when you were arrested, if they did at least 5 new charges would’ve been added.
Now here you were being greeted into the Wayne manor by the manors butler. “I can take your bag” Alfred suggested. “No thank you, no offense.” You mumbled. Alfred took the hint.
You were greeted by three men, one looked in his 20’s, the other looked 19 and the other looked around your age. They looked wide eyed at you before their faces contorted into a calm expression.
“I’m sure you remember Dick and Tim.”your father said resting his hand on your shoulder once more. “Who?” You asked confused.
“You dont remember us [name]?” The man presumably named dick asked.
“No, should I?” You mumbled, fingers playing with the hem of your black jacket. “You lived with us when you were younger, dont you remember?” Your new father asked.
“I…I did?” You paused, trying to think back as far as you could remember. The only memory that could even be related to them was when you were no more than 4. You clutch onto a man’s suit, sobbing your eyes out. You could only remember the suit, not the body attached to said suit.
“I’m sorry I don’t remember.” You swallowed hard before continuing. “I only remember my mom, she told me my father was dead.” You stopped realizing you revealed more than you should have.
A beat of silence washed over the group, everyone’s eyes fixated on you. Bruce cleared his throat, “well I guess this will be your first time meeting us then” he continued.
“Thats Dick, thats Tim and this is Damian, these are your brothers.” He said gesturing to each boy. You sent them a small wave.
You spent the next hour sitting awkwardly as the boys tried and failed to talk to you. You notice Damian staring intently at you, studying your every movement, every facial expression. “I uhm. I think I wanna go to bed” you blurted out, wanting to leave this awkward mess of a reunion.
“But we…”Damian paused mid-sentence, choosing not to protest this. “Of course master [name], I can lead you to your new room.” Alfred said.
You got up to follow Alfred before being stopped by your new older brother, Dick. “I can show them.” He insisted. Before you could protest he was already heading upstairs.
You let out a huff before following him, the manor was huge. The hallways had large amount of doors, yours was near the end of the hallway. He opened the door, the room was huge, way bigger than any place you’d ever stayed.
The walls were painted the color you were obsessed with when you were a kid, a large toy chest sat next to a plain white desk, it had a large Queen sized bed covered in stuffed animals. You paused in your tracks. “This was your old room, of course we replaced the bed sorry if it’s childish.” Dick said nudging you into the room.
Without warning he hugged you tightly, “I hope we can be as close as we used to be” he mumbled into your hair.
You didn’t reciprocate his hug, just standing there awkwardly in his hold. He let go and turned down the hallway, back down stairs. You shut the door, letting out a breath you didnt know you were holding. “Weird fucking family.” You mumbled, setting down your things on your new bed. This room was way too childish for you.
You were in shock, these people you have absolutely no memory of just come out of the woodwork and take you in like a lost puppy. Their stares creeped you the fuck out, and the way Dick hugged you. Like he was scared you would disappear the second he let go.
You couldn’t stay here, these people weren’t your family. The only thing y’all shared was blood, nothing more.
You pushed your bag onto the ground, sliding it under the bed. You reached into your waistband, taking out your mother’s necklace. Quickly putting it on and stuffing it into your shirt to hide it.
You curled up on the bed, putting your hoodie over your head. You thought about your mom, you had old memories of her, of her warm touch, her vibrant smile. You slowly drifted off into sleep unaware of who was currently watching you.
Tim had placed cameras in your room, scared something might happen to you. They had already lost you once, it was a safety precaution he told himself.
The cameras were discreet as to not alarm you. As you drifted off into dreamland, Tim watched carefully.
Thanks to life on the streets of Gotham, you had grown accustomed to waking up at the slightest movements or sounds. Although it made it difficult to get a full nights sleep you were thankful for this ability. You can’t count how many times a druggie has tried to steal your shit.
You awoke to the sound of a door closing softly, you stilled all movement as to not alert who ever had entered your room that you were awake.
You heard quiet footsteps approaching your bed. At least 5 minutes went past, 5 long agonizing minutes of the person just staring at you. Then he touched your shoulder softly shaking you.
You opened your eyes and let out a small yawn to really sell it. You looked up to see your half brother Damian staring at you.
“It’s dinner time, you should join us” he said waiting for your reaction. “Yea I’ll be down in a minute.” You said trying to signal for Damian to leave but he simply nodded his head and gave you room to get up.
God this kid doesnt give up, you thought bitterly. Swinging your feet over the edge of the bed. Damian watching you sleep made him all the more unsettling.
You slowly got up, pushing your bangs out of your face. Damian escorted you down stairs, in the dining room you heard the boys conversing quietly.
Damian quickly sat down, Tim sat next the Dick, Bruce sat next to Damian, but there was a new face. A black haired man with a small bit of white in his hair, he wore a leather jacket and adorned a disinterested expression.
His eyes lit up upon seeing you but his eyes didnt meet his face. You chose to sit next to Tim, he seemed least likely to give you trouble.
Bruce informed you this new guy was Jason, he doesnt come around often. He also knew you when you were younger. Something you were still confused on, you were struggling to grasp the timeline. How did you even end up in their care, and what happened making you grow up with your mother?
Dinner was quiet, you werent hungry to nervous to eat. “Are you ok?” Bruce asked his voice dripping with concern. “Yea I just need some fresh air” you excused yourself, getting up and heading outside. You contemplated just booking it out of there but you ultimately decided against it.
Truth was being in close proximity with these people made you unnaturally anxious. They seemed like they were holding something back, like they had this malevolent secret they were all collectively keeping.
You walked around the garden taking in the night air. Thats when you noticed something metallic looking stuffed in the bushes near where Jason’s motorcycle was parked.
The closer you got to it you realized it was a motorcycle helmet. It was a dark red and looked like something straight out a crime movie. “What the fuck” you mumbled holding the mask up to inspect it. You recognized this from somewhere you just couldn’t put your finger on where.
The mask got tossed back into the bushes near where you found it. If it was Jason’s it was best not to mess with it.
You slowly made your way back inside, running up the stairs before anyone could find an excuse to talk to you.
You sat down on your bed, messing around with the alarm clock on your desk. Ideas flooded your head on different ways you could use the alarm clock to make your grand escape.
Thats when the door knob twisted, you quickly put the clock away. It was that mystery guy Jason. “Yea?” You asked raising one eyebrow.
“Bruce gets annoying, ever need a place to crash my place is always open for you.” Jason said tossing you a flip phone. “I already have one.” You explained, taking out your own phone.
“Burner phones are safer, trust me” he said before turning to leave. The phone he gave you had one number already in it. You assumed it was Jason’s number.
You let out a small sigh, tossing the phone on the nightstand. No way in hell you were using that phone, and why would you trust a man you can’t even remember!
You tinkered with the alarm clock once more, taking it apart. You soon realized the alarm could be used as a mini smoke bomb.
You stuffed it into your bag, for later use. You draped yourself over the bed, your mind was running at a thousand thoughts per second making it impossible to sleep.
Thats when it clicked, you pulled out your own phone. Red hood, you remember one of your friends talking about him. He was this vigilante in bludhaven that adorned a red mask similar to the one you found earlier.
You searched his name, going to images. He adorned the same mask you picked up earlier, along with Jason’s leather jacket. His physique was similar to Jason’s as well.
This was Jason. There’s no way it wasnt. Then what the fuck was he doing with the Wayne’s? You decided to investigate, not like you had anything better to do with your time.
You took a deep breath before slowly twisting the door knob open. The hallway was colder at night, your mission was clear. Explore and gather the layout for this absolute maze of a manor.
You took notice to the amount of cameras on the walls and ceilings. How you didn’t notice until now is beyond you.
These cameras ruined a lot for you, you couldn’t exactly have the element of surprise when you were constantly being watched by god knows who.
In your exploration you ran into Alfred, “master [name] I thought you were asleep?” The butler asked curiously. “Couldnt sleep” you shrugged.
“Hey Alfred could you help me? I know everyone remembers me being here except you know Damian but why did I stop living here.” You rambled trying to put the missing pieces together. “Your mother took you back, she did a lot to hide you. Sorry about her death I know that must’ve been rough on you.” Alfred explained mumbling that first bit. His eyes darted through the hallways.
Like he just said something you werent meant to hear. “Thanks” you muttered. You mumbled some excuse before turning down a different hallway. You ran your hand along the walls, feeling the different textures of the wallpaper and doors.
You felt the different paintings and decorations that hung on the walls. Thats when you came across a weirdly placed grandfather clock. You stood on your tippy toes, inspecting the clock closely. Before you could properly inspect it a soft noose invaded your ears. Footsteps.
You turned to see your older brother tim. “I thought you were asleep?” He asked. “Couldnt sleep, sorry.” You mumbled turning to walk away. “I can help you.” Tim said grabbing your wrist pulling you back.
He led you into the kitchen, in no time at all he prepared a small cup of tea. “Dont drink it just yet, you should eat something first.” He mumbled pulling out a small box of saltine crackers. “Not hungry” you mumbled pushing away the crackers.
“How you didn’t eat dinner.” Tim retorted. “I get too anxious to eat sometimes.” You countered. Tim opened the crackers pushing them into your hands. You swallowed hard, this felt like a hostage situation.
You decided to swallow your pride and eat the stupid crackers. After you ate he then gave you the tea. Not wanting this to become another back and forth you took two big gulps of the tea. It tasted horrible, it had an almost medical after taste. Like medicine at a hospital.
You gagged at the horrible taste, “what did you put in this” you said wiping your tongue with your hands, desperate to get rid of the taste.
Then like a flash you started to feel drowsy. “Something to help you sleep” he responded casually, leading you upstairs. You felt like you were made entirely of air, before you knew it you were already at your door. Tim was helping you walk as you were stumbling about.
Every part of you wanted to scream and push Tim away but you felt like you were floating above the clouds right now. Tim’s arm slung over your shoulder felt like a warm blanket. He pushed open the door, without thinking you turned to him. Embracing him tightly, you hung off him like a koala.
Tim slowly walked the both of you into your room. As much as it pained him to do so he pushed you off him and onto the bed. “Night” he said turning off your lamp. “Nighty.. night timmmyyy” you giggled, rolling over in your bed. You were passed out before he even made it out of your room.
“What did you give them?” Dick asked coming back after a long patrol. “Just some sleeping pills, theyre a lot more cuddly when delirious.” Tim reported back. It reminded him of when you were just a little kid, so bubbly and always wanting to be around them.
That night you had a particularly vivid dream.
You were a little kid again except this time you were much younger. “Mommy?” You asked curiously at the figure that had entered your room in the dead of night. “No time to talk darling, we must go.” Your mother said hurriedly. She took you in her arms, running out the window and onto the manors roof.
You wiggled in her grasp, not wanting to be this high off the ground.
Suddenly you were being shaken awake by none other than Damian Wayne himself. You scowled at him, mad that he took you from your dream.
“It’s time for breakfast” he reported. Like last night he waited for you to get up. Your head hurt badly, you can’t remember what happened before you fell asleep. One second you were being led downstairs by Tim next you’re waking up to Damian shaking you.
Like before he led you downstairs to the dining hall. The family was walking around the dining hall, about to find their seats. You were too focused on your dream, you felt like you knew what was gonna happen next. You closed your eyes really focusing on it.
Thats when it came to you. You were in your mothers grasp but you were to scared of heights to hold still causing her to lose her grip on you, you fell off the manor roof. Hitting your head, hard on a large tree branch on the way down.
This scene unfolded in your mind in flashes. Causing you to completely lose your balance, it like you felt the pain of the tree branch in real time. You grabbed onto Damian’s shoulder, struggling to stand.“Your nose” Damian said alerting the others.
Blood was gushing out your nose like a water fall. It dripped down your chin and onto your shirt. Your brain felt like it was about to explode. Dick rushed to his feet, grabbing a napkin and holding it to your nose. The napkin was quickly soaked with blood.
The boys tried talking to you, their words fell deaf on your ears. Your eyes suddenly went wide. “It wasnt a dream it was a memory.” You shouted out in realization.
It was a long day, the Wayne’s wouldnt let you walk anywhere on your own. Or be alone at all, since your intense nosebleed. It got annoying quickly, they were practically smothering you!
The only place that even gave you a sense of privacy was the bathroom and even then Damian would knock on the door every 5 minutes asking if you were ok or if you needed any help.
Because of how much of light sleeper you were it was impossible to get any sleep at all when you were constantly waking up to one of the boys checking on you. You begged them to leave you alone and let you sleep but they took that as a sign you were an insomniac. You didn’t know where they pulled that from!
Tim would force you pills, the same pills he put in your tea. When you refused Dick would hold you down and force feed you the pills. You gagged each time at the disgusting after taste.
The next couple days were a complete blur, you were constantly fading in and out of consciousness thanks to those pills. You would wake up in a variety of places, each time with no memory of how you got there. One time you woke up in Bruce’s study another in Tims room on his stiff bed while he type away at his computer.
It was physically and mentally draining, you felt horrible. You would have dreams, little snippets of your childhood, cooking with your mom running errands with her. All memories you had long since forgotten now coming to the surface.
One day you woke up in your own bed with Damian next to you. He was sitting up in your bed, sketching what looked to be a portrait of you and him together. Before you could announce you were now awake, Damian slowly got up, mumbling something about Arkham and patrol.
You waited until you were sure he was gone before slowly dragging yourself out of bed. Your legs felt stiff standing up, you held onto the dresser for dear life. You slowly pulled out the phone Jason gave you, time read 8:45pm. A full week had passed and you were barely awake for any of it. You rummaged through your bag, pulling out an energy drink you had stolen awhile back as when as a small bottle of unprescribed aderall. Quickly popping on in your mouth and chugging the energy drink.
You swore off aderall as it made it impossible to sleep for a long time afterwards but you felt you’ve slept enough.
You grabbed your old switch blade, lighter, as well as Jason’s flip phone and two of your small homemade smoke bombs. Just in case. You tried to open your rooms window only to find it had been nailed shut.
You pushed the door open, peaking your head out into the hallway to see if anyone was there before sprinting out. You ran down the hallway trying to find a window to open so you could get the hell out of this place.
Thats when you tripped over the side of the oddly placed grandfather clock you had spotted before. You scowled up at it, only to realize the hands of the clock had stayed the same as last time.
Upon closer inspection you realized there was a divot in the wall behind it. As some last ditch effort you slowly pushed the clock into the wall. The wall moved back with the clock revealing a hidden passage way.
“These people man” you muttered pulling out your lighter to illuminate the passage down. It had a long way down, as you got closer motion activated lights came on.
A huge cave full of computers, files, and most importantly huge glass cases filled with vigilante suits. You had stumbled upon the bat cave. Thats when you noticed something weird, there were pictures hung up near the large computers. You slowly tiptoed your way over to see those pictures were of you!
Old ones of when you were a young kid, you in Bruce’s and teenage dick and Jason’s arms. Along with a couple photos from the present. Photos of you in your drugged state hugging Bruce or any of the other boys. Photos of you all of the couch, you looked completely out of it.
Your face suddenly felt hot, tears threatening to fall. You shook with something you could finally name, rage.
These photos were taken of you at your most vulnerable, completely unaware of your surroundings. Near the computer was a photo taped to the side of the computer, it was a photo of Bruce holding you as a little newborn baby. But the photo was folded back hiding part of it. You unfolded it to see your mom in frame looking up at Bruce in disgust, she was wearing the same necklace you were wearing now.
This made you unnaturally angry, you didn’t care that they were secretly vigilantes you couldn’t care less about that. The problem was these people were absolutely insane! You don’t treat family like they’re some prized possession meant to be locked away for safe keeping. You quickly snatched the photo of you, your mom and Bruce before running back to the manor.
You sprinted back to your room at full speed pulling out the flip phone Jason had given you.
*brrrrrr* *Brrrrr* *BRRrrrrrr* was heard through Jason’s helmet, he was out on patrol, it was a particularly slow day. Not that he was complaining.
He saw it was you calling him, he immediately answered. “Hello?” His gruff voice came through the speaker phone. “Jason can you come get me. I’m leaving this place and I’m not coming back” you said holding back tears, you werent sad you were furious. Too angry to do anything else but cry.
“I’ll be there in 10 minutes pack your shit” he said before hanging up and jumping on his motorcycle.
You pulled your duffel bag out, making sure they didn’t bug it before slinging it over your shoulder and running out your room. You had no where else’s to go, now that they knew who you were and what you looked like it would be impossible to outrun them. They were skilled vigilantes, the only way you’ve been able to stay under the radar for this long is because they had no idea where you were.
The only way to outrun these guys is find solace with someone that would be difficult to beat. That being Jason.
Part of you was worried he would be just as bad as the rest of the Wayne’s but at this point in time you would do anything to get away from these people.
You ran out your room, luckily there was no one home to stop you. There had been a big breakout in Arkham so it was all hands on deck. While barreling it out the door you ran into Alfred.
“Please Alfred let me go” you pleaded with the older man.
“I’m sorry master [name] your father would never forgive me” he responded with tired eyes. “Then I’m sorry too” you said pulling the pin on your smoke bomb, throwing it at the butler before sprinting out the door. The man was caught of haired and began cough and wheezing hysterically.
Jason had pulled up just as you left the house. He took off his helmet. “You find out about the big family secret?” He asked parking his bike.
“Nah, these people are insane. They drugged me for days, but I refuse to live like that.” You said wiping your tears away.
This made Jason seethe with rage, he was against the drugging he thought it was too dehumanizing but the family never listened to him. “Wheres your phone?” He asked as you hopped on the motorcycle. You pulled out both his gifted one and your own phone. He grabbed both pulling the SIM card out of yours before football striking they both on the ground.
“What the hell!” You shouted as he started up the bike. “Too dangerous, Tim definitely bugged them.” He said pulling out of Wayne manor.
You were now under his care, not legally but in his mind it was. Y’all arrived at his apartment, he led you inside, you instinctively held onto his sleeve as he guided you inside.
Jason smiled at this, he missed this, missed you. When you were take the whole family was distraught especially him, you were Jason’s favorite. The ray of sunlight in Gotham city. Although you were grown now you still managed to make him smile even after all this time. You stayed in the guest room, or as Jason refers to it as ‘your new room.’
He refused to be like Bruce and them, for once since your time with the Wayne’s you actually had a sense of freedom and privacy. Although you didn’t seem to notice how Jason would stare at you intently, or how every night when he came home from patrol he would come into your room and sit on your bed taking in your innocent state. Or how Jason would find excuses to keep you home.
In a way Jason was just as bad as his patch work family, not that he’d ever admit that. He was just your caring older brother, right?
Tim watched the camera footage over and over and over again. He regretted not putting audio in so he could hear who you were calling before you left. He watched as you sprinted out after smoke bombing poor Alfred. Where you even got that was beyond them.
In their minds you were just scared after finding out they were vigilantes. Not wanting to admit their own faults in this all.
Damian was bitter, why were you acting like this. Were they not enough for you? Or were you just scared? You must’ve been right, no way you would just leave him. You were his sibling, his blood sibling.
Dick only influenced Damian’s delusional behavior, he was worried about you, you were so young out there on your lonesome. You needed them, atleast thats what he told himself.
“Stephane, Cass. We’re gonna need your help here, we search every street, every alleyway, every corner until we find them.” Bruce announced over the intercoms.
It was a rough week for Gotham.
Ok so idk this is my first time writing for Batfamily so it might be bad. But I love you all so so so much I hope you’ve all had a wonderful day! Sorry again for my 9 month hiatus.
