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Gotham, New Jersey 2005

"Why is he still alive?"

Jason’s voice was shaky, filled with unbridled rage, and hurt. He couldn't understand why his father, why Batman, bringer of justice, hadn't gotten justice for him. His trembling hand was tightly holding his gun. He knew that if he softened his grip even a little, it would slip from his hand. 

"You know I can't kill him. He can still be redeemed." Bruce knew his logic was backwards. That no one in their right mind would leave the joker alive. Not after everyone he had killed. Not after all the hurt, fear, and misery he had caused. He knows. He knows because he created the Joker. He held more guilt for the monster he created, than anyone could process. "He is still a person Jaso-"

"DON'T say my name. You lost the right to call me by my name the moment you chose him over me. The moment you chose to let a monster live while your own son died!." A beat passed before he spoke again. "I want you to know, I'm not mad that you let me die Bruce," he spat his name with venom, "but you let me die for nothing. You let me become just another casualty in the cause. But I shouldn't be surprised should I? 'A good soldier' is all I was to you right?"

"Jason, you weren't just a soldier to me! You were–are–my son." Bruce's eyes, hidden behind his domino mask, showed he had more to say. Before he could, Jason erupted in anger.

"YOUR SON? If I was your son, If you were my father, you wouldn't have replaced me. You wouldn't have found a new Robin. If I was your son, you would have done anything to bring me back." His voice was filled with anguish, unshed tears blinding him. 

"But you didn't... You left me to rot, in the ground. like the rest of his victims. I had thought, maybe it will be different this time. Maybe he'll finally get what he deserves. Maybe he'll finally be punished. Because he took me away from you. And instead, he was thrown into Arkham again. For what, a week? A month? C'mon Bruce face it. The Joker's only alive, because he, and all the other villains you fight daily, are the only purpose you have. If they were to die, Gotham wouldn't need you anymore. Then what? Nobody needs The Big Bat, and your life loses all meaning. Because you couldn't be content with your family. You have Alfred, Babs, Dick. You had me! Why couldn't that be enough for you?"

"Because of them." Bruce's voice rang out, absolute, on the rooftop. "Because even after 30 years without them, I still see their bodies laying on that cold alley floor. I still hear the vow I made to myself, hoping that they would be proud of me. And I can still hear the police sirens. I thought that they would be my saving grace. And they weren't. So I had to become my own savior. I have to seek justice so that no one else goes trough what I went through. And that includes the kids of criminals, thugs, murderers. They still have a chance. And doing that to them, would be snatching it away from someone as helpless, defenseless as I once was. So I can't kill him. Because then, I would be killing a part of myself."

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Yandere!Neglectful Batfam x Batmom!Reader PART 8

It had been almost three full days spent in the cell. Y/n was exhausted, thirsty, and starving beyond belief. She knew that soon they would probably force feed her, but she knew that she wouldn’t get her way if she just gave up to them. 

She looked like death. She was pale, with bags under her eyes, and dirty clothes as she refused to change. Y/n truly wished for death at this moment. Anything would be better than being with them. She just hoped that eventually they would get bored with her, and forget about her long enough for her to find a way to escape and go back to the life she wanted. They would forget about the guilt, forget about her face, and her voice, before she slowly faded from their memory once again. Little did she know, that wouldn’t be happening. Ever

~TIME SKIP~

Later that day, Dick had walked in with purpose and dedication exuding from his demeanor, his smile devilish and persuasive. He was going to be the one to get her to crack. He strided over to her, a plate of food in his hand. He held it out to her with a questioning look. Y/n stared at him with contempt, not bothering to look at the food, before turning the other way, and leaning against the wall. 

“Mom, you have to eat. You’ll starve to death if you don’t.” She didn’t acknowledge him. To be honest, he wasn’t even sure if she had actually heard him. “Mom. If you don’t eat, I’m gonna have to force it down.” He waited again for a response, only to hear the same deafening silence. 

“Fine. You leave me no other choice.”

Dick frowned, and he slowly reached out to grab her. She needed to eat, and he wasn’t going to stand by and watch her starve herself. He barely registered the sound of her growling stomach as he grabbed both sides and moved her to be in between his legs. He ignored the kicking and screaming, and trapped her with his limbs. He got a good enough grip to be able to let go with one arm, and scoop some food to feed her. 

The only trouble with this little arrangement was getting her to swallow. Despite how hungry she was, she refused to swallow willingly. This caused Dick to have to massage her throat in between bites, the food going down slowly and slightly painful. 

With the Batfam

The rest of the family watched on the cameras with frowns on their faces. Some with disdain for the situation at hand, others for the fact that Y/n was still putting up this much of a fight even in her exhausted state. They knew now how difficult it would be to crack open the hardened shell that she had carefully curated. 

Because of her condition, they watched her gradually tire out as her movements became slow, and her objections became slurred. Her energy left her body quickly, as she went limp in her son's arms, her body relaxing into the warm body.

The family of vigilantes could see DIck’s wide, predatory smile spreading across their face. They had never seen such an animalistic look from him in their lives, and had they not have worn similar looks as they gazed at her, they would have thought he was crazy.

With Y/n and Dick

Y/n was as tranquil as the morning rain as she lay in her son's arms. Y/n thought she had finally lost all sense of energy, but little did she know, they had put a small amount of sedative in her meal. Not enough to knock her unconscious, but just enough to make her relaxed and slightly sluggish. 

Dick lightly stroked her head with his large hands, and softly moved her over to where he could stand with her in his arms. As she steadies herself, she doesn’t notice Dick subtly nod towards the camera, causing the rest of the family to disperse. 

With Alfred

As Alfred exited the security room, he pulled out a small book, and flipped to a page with a checklist on it. Scanning the page carefully, he quickly checked off two things before hurriedly hiding the book back in his front pocket. 

He had a plan, and it was going exactly as he had planned, naturally. He expected her to hold out for as long as she did, and he had known they would send in Dick, as he is the most gentle, while also being a commanding figure. She was the most susceptible to slight coercion in her sedated state, and this was perfect for the next part of his plan. Bruce walked up behind Alfred, his voice soft, and unusually filled with emotion.

“Do you think she will forgive us? I don’t want to continue with the sedatives for longer than we have to.”

“Truthfully, Master Bruce, I don’t think she will ever forgive you all, per se. But with the right amount of coercion, she may be able to see another angle of the situation she was put through.”

“I hope you’re right Alfred. I really do hope.”

And with that, Bruce walked away, his  strides strong and powerful, a direct contrast to how he felt. His emotions brewing a storm that was bound to end badly. He didn’t know what it was, but something about Y/n made his heart flutter, and his palms all sweaty. Bruce had felt this way ever since he could remember, but to keep her safe, he brushed her off, and pretended that he hated her. When she found out, he thought that maybe she would want to become a vigilante, and that way he wouldn’t have to protect her anymore. He could finally love her the way he wanted, but when he saw how she reacted to him bringing in children, all hopes of what could have been died during the argument. 

Bruce loves her. He always had. And maybe at one point she loved him. Maybe. But not anymore. Now, her teeth clenched when she saw him. Her body tense, and withdrawn from him. A look of pain and sadness flashing in her eyes. 

She had loved him once, but she had been hurt one too many times.

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Yandere!Neglectful Batfam x Batmom!Reader Part 7

“I’m leaving.” Her voice came out unwavering, though she had tears in her eyes, and her lip wobbled. “You can’t stop me, so just let me go, and live my own life.” She hadn’t noticed the rest of the family had convened in the hallway, effectively trapping her, but leaving enough space to not be noticed. 

“Mom you can’t-”

“I’m not your mother Timothy!” She cut him off with haste. She didn’t want that title, let alone from them. “I was never your mother. Don’t call me that.” Her voice was now soft, and filled with emotion.

The family felt terrible. The consequences of their worst mistakes had slapped them in the face. They knew they had messed up, but they could fix it if she would just let them. Tim had the bright idea to pretend that his mother had imagined what had happened throughout the years she had been with Bruce. Deep down he knew it wouldn’t work, but he had hoped she would play along due to her overwhelming fear of being alone. It hadn’t worked because his mother was too smart for that foolish little lie.

“I’m leaving.” Y/n stated for the second time, before turning to leave. She realized quickly that she was surrounded. They slowly closed in on her before she was grabbed gently but firmly by Jason before being dragged away to the batcave, kicking and screaming. 

“Jason! Let me go!” She was scared now. “Alfred! Help me!” She begged, with pure fear inflected in her voice. She knew they could get away with anything if they wanted. They were so good at what they did that she could go missing, and no one would ever know. She thought the only way they could be stopped was if Alfred would have stopped them. However, Alfred, the only person she had trust in, just nodded towards Jason, and spoke the most dreadful words he could have possibly said.

“It’s for the best, Miss Y/n. We are doing this for you.” his soothing voice sounded. The one comforting, beautiful voice was received like nails on a chalkboard. And with that, her hope was crushed, the gravity of the circumstances weighing heavy on her broken heart.

 Alfred had been the one to be there for her when no one else was. He held her together for so long, and now he was throwing her to the wolves. No. He was one of the wolves. And she was the helpless, scared, prey. She was left to their will, and she was scared to see what would be done to her.

A million scenarios went through her head at a time. From being kept in a cage, to being starved to death. Or even simply being kept in the manor, forced to play happy family with the lot who were essentially keeping her hostage. 

~TIME SKIP~

The previous morning, Y/n had been brought to the batcave, and put in a cell. It had been nicely furnished, so she assumed that it was planned to bring her to the cave, and keep her locked up. She had tried to get Alfred to let her out, trying to use how they treated her as a way to gain pity, but he just repeated the same phrase. 

“We are doing this all for you. You need to learn to understand this. The quicker that you comprehend this, the quicker everything will become better.”

After hearing that same statement for the third time, she stopped pestering him. In fact, she stopped speaking altogether. If she couldn’t get away, she would make them feel worse. She decided to shut down completely. Stop speaking, refuse the meals, don’t even move more than once every hour or so. She shut the world out, and resided in her mind, leaving the happy memories of the prior two months to cure her boredom.

With the Batfam

Jason was growing impatient. His mother had entirely blocked them out. He didn’t understand why she didn’t just give in to their demands. Is this not what she always wanted? Before he died, she used to beg to spend time with him. Now it’s like she would rather jump off a cliff into a pool filled with piranhas, rather than be anywhere near them. He regrets the way he acted before, the almost ghostly presence she used to have in the manor haunting his consciousness. They just needed to try a little harder for her forgiveness. She’ll eventually get tired of daydreaming, and look to them for the comfort she deserves. They just needed to be patient. Jasons patience, however, was wearing thin already.

Dick on the other hand was just sad. He was drowning in guilt at the situation he had helped create. He knew it was wrong to keep her here after what they had done to her, but that didn’t mean he was opposed to it. He hoped that maybe she would agree to stay with them and try to make it work, but he knew that it was highly unlikely. She may not be as strong physically as the rest of the family, but mentally, she was probably stronger than them all combined. He just needed to be overwhelmingly loving, and hopefully she would reciprocate. 

Tim was very upset. He didn’t understand why they couldn’t crack her. They were the best detectives in Gotham, and maybe even the world. Not only that but she was their mother. They should know what makes her tick. But he didn’t want her to tick. He wanted her to love them. She had always wanted this, and now she’s throwing it all away. No worries though, they would help her forget about what happened in the past, and focus on the future. She would accept them, and they would live a happy life together. Just Tim and his mother…..and the rest of the family too of course.

Damian was very proud of his mother. Annoyed, but very proud. She had withstood the emotional torment they had put her through for all those years, and made a life for herself. Then, she managed to trust her gut and figure out that they were trying to fool her. Yes she was being a bit dramatic right now, but he was still proud. She wouldn’t even acknowledge them, and it was starting to get on his last nerves, but he was still proud. Why wouldn’t he be proud? It was his mother.

Bruce felt like the worst person on earth. He knew his parents would be ashamed if they saw what he had done. He knew his wife didn’t deserve any of what his family did to her, but he's willing to make up for it now. She knows what he did wrong and he wants to make it better. Yes they are holding her hostage but she should be overjoyed that they are doing this. She is finally getting the family she always wanted. And now she would never feel lonely again. She would never be alone again.

Alfred was calm. He knew that even if he was helping her captors, she would undoubtedly forgive him eventually. Sooner than she forgave the others at least. She had to. He had been the only one there for her for so long. The one that cared for her when no one else had. She had no choice but to forgive him. It would only be a reward for being so good to her. He didn’t realize when she left, how much he would miss her. He had been driven crazy by her absence, his memories only able to subdue him for so long. The only complaint he had about her return  was that he would now need to share her with the rest of the family. He loved having her to himself all those years. It was like she was his daughter. Now she would forever be his daughter.

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Yandere!Neglectful Batfam x Batmom!Reader PART 6

Bruce looked confused. His wife recoiled from his touch, a look of dubiety painted across her face. His hand retracted slowly, a look of contempt running across his face fairly quickly. Why would she shy from his touch?

Y/n backed up before turning and continuing walking away, leaving the family feeling bewildered and ignorant to the problems. Why would she act like this? How could she just walk away from her family, even after they just saved her life. Finally, Damian had enough of this mindgame, and he needed to get to the bottom of what was going on with his mother.

“Ummi! Where are you going? We need to go home!” The desperation in his voice could be heard clearly by those who knew him well enough. He needed to know why she was leaving. 

“I’m sorry, but I’m not your mother Damian. I was only your fathers wife for a while.” She turned towards them, a determined look in her eyes. “Thank you all for saving me. I hope to not need saving again.” With that, she walked away.

The boys were clueless on how to approach the situation. They needed to go home and figure out what to do. As they were walking to the vehicles, Damian suddenly ran back, and grabbed onto his mother before trying to drag her to the batmobile. He managed to overpower her and get her into the car, all the while, the rest of the family stood shocked and in place. 

~TIME SKIP~

Y/n didn’t really remember much after she was grabbed. She just remembers waking up in Bruce's bed, the sound of the shower running heard from the bed. She turned, looking around for her phone or some sort of device to maybe find some sort of explanation for what had happened. This only resulted in her realizing that she had been changed by someone who was not herself. 

She quickly got up to find that her clothes were in the clothing bin, and her clothes from her apartment had somehow made their way into Bruce's closet. This unnerved her to no end. Before she could grab some clothes and get out she realized the shower had stopped, and the door was opening. She turned to meet the eyes of her ex-husband, and her captor. 

“Good morning my love. How did you sleep? Good, I hope. But it is normal to have nightmares after being kidnapped for the first time.” A small smile adorned his face as he looked at her. 

“Why am I here Bruce? We divorced two months ago. I appreciate you saving me, but that doesn’t mean we are still together.” She stared at him with an unwavering scowl. “I have a life now. Without you or the boys. I'm happy now.” Although she was angry, she knew he could overpower her, or even hurt her if he wanted to, so she spoke carefully, and without any extra malice behind her words.

“What are you talking about? We never divorced. Did the Joker say something to you? Did you hit your head on something? Are you sick? I can ask Alfred to bring you some medicine.” He started forwards with his hand stretched out to feel her temperature. 

Y/n was scared. She didn’t know what was going on. What did he mean they never divorced? Did he ever find the papers on her bed? He had to have found them. He had to know. Alfred must have told them. Alfred!

He would definitely know what was going on. She just needed to find him. Deciding to play along for a short period, she agreed to finding Alfred. Luckily enough, as she opened the door he was there, raising his hand to knock at the freshly polished wood.

“Alfred! Exactly who I was looking for. We need to talk.” He looked like he already knew what this was about. She turned to Bruce who stood in the middle of the room, still in his towel. “You get dressed. I’ll go with Alfred.” She said with a quaint smile. As she shut the door, she turned toward the older man with a serious look on her face. 

“We need to talk. What does he mean we never got a divorce? Did you never tell them? Did they forget? What’s going on? I don’t know why I’m here, and my stuff is here, and I can’t find my phone. How am I supposed to get a hold of my friends? I’ve been gone for God knows how long, and I’ve missed so many days at work! How am I going to explain this to my boss!?”

“Slow down Miss Y/n. What do you mean you got divorced? You and Master Bruce have been married for almost 27 years. Are you alright?” 

What? Before she could counter Alfreds statement, a young boy came round the corner running straight towards her. This young boy was Damian Wayne.

“Ummi! Will you watch me practice with my swords? It’s more fun with you.”

Now Y/n was beyond confused. She had never watched him practice with swords. She had never even been allowed in the training rooms, let alone spent time with him there. She knew something was wrong. Everyone was acting as if the last two months had never happened. As if they were a happy family, and that nothing bad had ever happened. The only consolation she had to know that she wasn’t crazy was the fact that Bruce had admitted she was kidnapped by the Joker. 

“What? Damian, what are you talking about? I’ve never watched you train.” By this time Bruce had come out of his room. “Why are you three acting weird? Bruce and I have never shared a room, I have never trained with Damian, and we divorced two months ago!” She was shouting by the time she finished speaking. A beat of silence goes by before Damian finally sighs. 

“I told you it wouldn’t work Father. She may not be as smart as us, but no one is fickle enough to fall for this type of trickery.”

“Hey!” Y/n was mad, and a little offended, she was plenty smart. was getting side tracked. She needed to focus on the harrowing situation at hand. “Why would you try to trick me!? You have never cared about me enough to even talk to me before I left. Why do you want me here so bad? So you can just hurt me all over again?”

Y/n was desperate for answers, or some sort of explanation. A small part of her heart ached for the thought that they might finally love her. That she might finally be enough for them. The other part of her was angry. Why do they get to waltz into her life and fuck wth her feelings? They shouldn’t get to care about her when it conveniences them. She broke her beyond belief, and left her to pick up the pieces. She was done with them, and now apparently they weren’t done with her.

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Yandere!Neglectful Batfam x Batmom!Reader PART 5

“What are you doing here?” she said in a hoarse, and shaky voice.

“What do you mean?” Dick’s head tilted as confusions adorned his face. “Why wouldn’t we be here mom? We came to save you.” She would have laughed at the pure puzzlement on his face if the situation wasn’t dire. Instead of letting her respond, he picked her up, purposely ignoring the way she flinched, and hurried out of the warehouse. Purposely ignoring the trepidation and distrust in her eyes. He knew that if he acknowledged it, it would only upset him, and he couldn’t afford that in this situation. 

With Batman and the Joker

“I’m not lying. You know I’m not lying because I wouldn’t lie to ya, would I Bats?” The nickname came out mockingly, as always. Bruce knew he wasn’t lying. Even though he was trying so hard to convince himself it wasn’t true. He had to believe it wasn’t true, or he would do something that he would probably (not) regret, and his number one rule would be broken. 

“It doesn’t matter right now. My wife is safe from you and your goons, and you’re about to be right back in Arkham.” He had seen his son leave with Y/n in his arms, so he was confident that they were both safe.

With Tim and Damian

They had taken down every goon, and they were about to grab their mother and go, but they noticed she wasn’t in the room. Looks of panic and confusion painted their faces as they looked at each other, their faces becoming pale in fear for their mother.

They ran out, ready to fight, when they heard Dick’s voice over the comms. 

“Don’t worry guys, I have her here…..she’s safe.” His voice was relieved, and if you knew him well enough, you could hear the raw emotions spilling out through his words. He could hear the two let out barely audible sighs of relief, before the comms cut out, and they came back to reality.

The boys slowly went behind the Joker, to surround him with their bodies. The four vigilantes were tense, their gazes cold, as they looked at the man who took their very much loved mother and wife from the. 

Dick wanted to go back there. He wanted to pummel that stupid, worthless clown to the ground, but he knew he couldn’t leave his mother alone and defenseless. Little did he know that’s exactly what she wanted him to do.

“You should go back in there. They might need help” Y/n said with an expression filled with faux sympathy, and worry. She needed to get him back in there. If he was with her, she couldn;t escape, and she didn’t want to stick around long. She wouldn’t be able to face the inquiry of the family. She wouldn’t be able to face Alfred after ghostinging him two weeks after leaving. She wouldn’t be able to face them forgetting her again. After everything has calmed down. The distant looks in their eyes coming back. The annoyance at her mere existence. She couldn’t handle it, so she had to leave. 

Dick looked at her with rigor, his demeanor becoming tense, and hard. He knew what she was trying to do. He scanned her with calculating eyes, before forcefully relaxing his face. 

“I think they’ll be fine without me for once. Can’t leave you out here alone now can I? You ever know what might happen.” he said with a crooked smile. Somehow this smile did not reach his eyes. Y/n could see a hint of malice in his eyes, masked with friendliness, and adoration. Y/n was unnerved, her jaw unknowingly tightening. 

“You’re alright to go back. Thank you all for the help, but I must be getting back home, my friends are probably worried about me, and I have to try to explain to my boss where I was for-” She stopped short. She doesn’t know how long she had been captured. It couldn’t have been more than three days. “Anyways thank you, and goodbye.” She managed a tight smile, before turning and starting to walk away.

Dick was puzzled. He didn’t understand where she would be going. She most certainly wasn’t going back to the manor, as it was in the other direction. He mulled over this before finally coming to the conclusion that she was accidentally walking in the other direction. His silly little mother could be so naive.

“Mom,” he started with a chuckle, “the manor is in the other direction. And you don’t have to walk, you’re riding with B.” Honestly, why would she need to walk? She was the wealthiest woman in the world due to her marriage. She wouldn’t have to walk a day in her life if she didn’t want to. 

Y/n turned, confusion written over her face. She couldn’t believe her ears truly. She hadn’t lived there for an entire two months. She wasn’t surprised they hadn’t noticed, but she was shocked that she was being acknowledged still. She thought surely when they were done saving the day shew would be able to go back to her new life. Away from the vigilant family. But here her son is, assuming that she is coming back with them. Had they even realized that she had left? They probably hadn’t, and that’s why Dick said such a ridiculous statement. And even if she hadn’t left, Bruce would never let her ride with him, let alone in the batmobile. 

Before she could respond, and voice her confusion, a loud gunshot rang out. Dick didn’t react, his demeanor staying calm, but tense. He stared at her expectantly, as though he didn’t even hear the shot.

A minute later, the rest of the family walked out of the building. Behind them Y/n could almost make out fire, before the doors abruptly shut. What she noticed though, was the Joker was nowhere to be seen, and not one of the boys seemed to have been shot. 

Bruce approached Y/n cautiously, standing tall in front of her smaller frame. His hand slowly came up to caress her face. 

“Let’s go home my love. We have much to discuss.”

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Yandere!Neglectful Batfam x Batmom!Reader PART 4

Bruce was angry. He was enraged. His breathing was labored and he was shaking in fury. First his dear, beautiful wife, had left for, only god knows how long, then she was kidnapped by the Joker due to her recklessness, and need for attention. He needed to find her, before she got herself killed, and bring her home where she belonged. He let this charade go on for long enough, and now it was time to restore the natural order of things. With this, he knew what he needed to do. 

“Tim, locate the Joker. Everyone else, suit up. We need to find her, before something happens.” Everyone immediately jumped into action, all itching to find their mother, even if they never really considered her one.

With Y/n and the Joker

The Joker had left minutes ago, going to deal with something else, which meant Y/n was left in the dark room by herself, with only the silent henchmen to keep her company. She was curled up in the corner, shivering from the cool chill of the room. She wanted to get out of here, but she didn’t want Bruce or the boys to come save her, for two different reasons.

She didn’t want to see them. She couldn’t bear the pain of seeing them again after she spent the past two months healing from the pain, and trauma that they all caused her. The second reason she didn’t want them to come was because she didn’t want them to get hurt. Deep down, under all the hate he harbored for them, was still the same love she held for them when she lived with them. The thought of one of the children she helped raise, or the man she spent over half of her life with, made her head spin, and her stomach turn. 

As she was lost in thought, the worst possible scenarios playing over in her mind, she failed to hear the faint sounds of banging, coming from outside the room. 

With the Batfamily

Bruce and his boys fought diligently, the henchmen, easily being beaten by the vigilantes. Joker then appeared from the darkness, his wide smile illuminated in the light. As everyone prepared to fight, Tim snuck towards the room where his mother was kept.

Mother? He had never considered her that before, let alone called her that.He didn’t even realize he had started. Shaking this thought away, he continued on, before a sentence from the Joker stopped him, and his family, in their tracks.

“She didn’t think you would come.” He started  with a smile. “She wanted me to just kill her. She thinks you hate her. Said that if you did come, you’d probably only come because you didn’t know who she was. You’ve all forgotten her.” His smile got wider the longer he spoke. He knew this would get under their skin. They all had the same fatal flaw. Admitting they were wrong. 

“No.” Bruce denied immediately. He didn’t believe the mendacity the Joker was spouting. That was his strategy. Deny his mistakes, and focus on what’s important. Getting his wife back home and safe, then he would worry about their minor marital issues.

Tim stood still, stuck in his head. Why would she think they wouldn't come for her? Shaking off his thought, he continued to the door. The Joker was just lying like he alway does. Approaching the door, he saw a cheap lock, which he easily broke before slowly and quietly opening the door, Damian appearing behind him to assist if any henchmen were to catch them. 

As the door creaked open, 3 large men stood tall before the entrance. The two young boys jumped into action. As they were occupied with the men, they failed to notice Y/n sneaking past them and out the door.

With Y/n

As she snuck out of the room, she noticed the person she was dreading seeing. She held her breath, and stiffly inched towards the exit. Her heart was pounding in her chest, so scared to move that she almost froze in fear when he spoke.

“Give up Joker…or this time, you won’t be going back to Arkham.” He was so occupied with directing his anger to the Joker, that he didn’t realize the vessel of his current obsession was sneaking past him. But Dick did.

He looked back at the Joker, and his anger flared. Dick assumed, incorrectly, that his mother was attempting to get away from the Joker because she was so scared, so he had the bright idea to go get her, and get her out of here. So with a determined smile, he made his way over to her.

Y/N was so focused on not alarming Bruce, that she completely missed Dick popping up in front of her, until she bumped into his chest. Startled, she jumped, before looking  at him with a look of worry, confusion, and affliction.

“What are you doing here?” she said in a hoarse, and shaky voice.

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Yandere!Neglectful Batfam x Batmom!Reader PART 3

With the Batfamily

Everyone had gathered in the Bat cave, surrounding Tim as he looked over the divorce papers. He was struggling. Tim didn’t believe this was real. In fact he thought Y/n was full of shit, and just pulled this little stunt for attention, but he just wanted to be sure. Because if she left the media would get suspicious, and she would disrupt the natural order of the family. 

He didn’t believe it was real…….but it was very very convincing. Almost as if it was real. But it couldn’t be real…right?

Bruce was angry, and worried. He was so enraged that his wife would ever do this to his children-to him. Putting all this unnecessary stress on them, just because she wanted attention. And he didn’t even know how long she’d been gone…..come to think about it, he didn’t know the last time he even spoke to her. That’s what he needed to do!

How could he be so stupid? He just needed to call her phone, and that would be that. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he scrolled through looking for her contact, only to see the last time it was dialed was 3 years ago. That was a little after Jason came back. How has it been that long? Brushing this aside, he called her, expecting it to be answered immediately, but was surprised when the caller ID said disconnected. This was getting worrisome. The others looked toward him with furrowed eyebrows. When had she disconnected her phone? And what was her new number? Why hadn’t she told him?

As he mulled over these questions, an unknown number called him. Thinking it was his wife, he answered it right away, with his hopes of finding out what was going on skyrocketing. What he didn’t expect was to hear a deep, familiar chuckle. The Joker. It was at this moment that Bruce’s world came crashing down.

With Y/n and the Joker

Y/n woke up with a grunt, the cold steel room being an anchor, bringing her back to reality. She didn't know where she was, and she hoped and prayed that what she did remember was a very unsettling nightmare. She knew, however, that this was false hope as she looked around the room, and saw the Joker leaning against the wall, his goons straying not too far from him. 

“I didn’t think it’d take ya that long to wake up. Although I should expect the Bat never trained ya, huh?” he chuckled darkly, his wide grin sending shivers down y/n’s spine. She knew she was in danger, but she couldn’t help herself from trying to save her case. 

“He won’t come!” she blurted out in desperation. He perked up at that. Seeing that she piqued his interest, she continued. “He doesn’t care about me. He hates me even, they all did, that’s why I was in Jump City……” she hesitated before continuing, “I needed to get away, and I doubt they even knew I was gone. Even if you do tell him you have me, he probably won’t come.”

The Joker was pleasantly surprised. He had already told Bruce, and he seemed to care about Y/n more than anything. He reacted even worse than he did with Jason. So either she was lying, which he doubted she was based on the look in her eyes, or, Bruce realized his mistakes, and was going to stop at nothing to correct it. 

The Joker knew Bruce, better than the back of his hand even, and how Bruce reacted under stressful situations. This however was not just a stressful situation, this was the “love of his life”, and this worried him. Batman had never sounded so angry. While he was lost in thought, Y/n spoke again, voice filled with sadness.

“You already told him, didn’t you?” all she felt was sorrow. She had been kidnapped, and even then, that wasn’t enough to garner attention from her family. She had already lost her parents not too long after she married Bruce, and now she was sure she had no one. “He’s not coming. You might as well just kill me, and get it over with…..” Tears leaked down her face as her voice trailed off.

“I don’t think I will. He seemed to care a lot when I told him I had ya. He was angry.” His smile had widened a significant amount, thinking of all the possibilities to beat Batman. This was going to be fun.

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Yandere!Neglectful Batfam x Batmom!Reader PART 2

Two months had passed since y/n had left the family. As she lived her life happily, the family that had been perfectly fine before, felt empty. They felt like something was missing, but couldn’t figure out what it was. This put a damper on everyone's mood. This continued until the youngest Wayne had to search all through the house for his hiding cat

He walked into a hall he had never been to before, and hastily opened each door in search of the stow away cat, each room looking the same as the one before. This was until he came across a room whose door was slightly ajar. Being who he was, he instantly became suspicious, and tense before slowly and quietly pushing the door open.

Inside, he saw a hunter green room, differentiating greatly from the cool toned white, of the other unfrequented rooms in the manor. Slowly stepping through the threshold, he noticed the big bed, which was missing from other rooms in the hall. On this bed was a paper, and a silver ring, which sparkled in the sunlight. 

He walked up the bed confused. Who could have inhabited this room, and why would it be so far from the rest of the bedrooms? Damian, the ever curious boy he was, picked up the paper, and began reading, eyes widening in shock as he scanned the page. Darting out of the room, he yelled for his father, the hidden cat long forgotten. 

On the other side of the house, Bruce relaxed for the first time in weeks. He had been stressed and sad the past couple of months, and Alfred had threatened his to relax for the day. He sat on the couch in his office, sipping on a warm tea Alfred had brought him not more than a few minutes ago. Suddenly a yell rang out, sounding as of it was coming closer. 

Bruce recognized the voice as his sons. Darting up, he opened the door, only to see his youngest son running towards him with an angry look in his eyes, and a paper clasped tightly in his small fist. 

As Damian reached his father, he jutted the paper towards his father, irritation clear in his eyes.

“That harlot left this family! Why did you let her leave!? I’ll go find her and get her back!” Damian didn’t know why he was so unbelievably angered by his step mother leaving. It wasn’t like they ever spoke. In fact, they had only had about two conversations in the short time he was at the manor.This fact however, didn't help settle his anger in the slightest bit.

Bruce however was confused. He read the paper over several times. He didn’t remember ever signing off on these. He would.never do such a thing. Without a word to Damian, he dashed to the Batcave, where he knew Tim would be. He needed to know if this was real. He noticed Damian was following, he stopped shortly, telling him to go find the others, before he hurried off to the cave.

While this was happening…

Y/n had just gotten off the bus, walking to her apartment complex, before she faltered slightly. She felt watched. She had felt watched for the past week, but this felt different. She felt as though she was in danger. As she continued walking, albeit a little slower, her eyes darted around in worry. As she passed an alleyway, she looked in, to make sure no one was going to grab her, before turning quickly after hearing a small chuckle.

“Well well well, if it isn’t the Bat's helpless little wife. What a coincidence running intpo you so far from Gotham.”

Y/n’s blood ran cold, her fear paralyzing her. Thoughts ran through her head at a million miles per hour. What was the Joker doing so far from Gotham? How did he escape Arkham? Does Bruce know I’m here? Who’s going to save me?

The last thought made her think. Who would save her? None of the Wayne’s gave a damn about her. If anything, they would probably be happy that the Joker got his hands on her. She was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t notice the goons coming up behind her until they grabbed her, and forced her to her knees.

“The Bat’s gonna love this” he said with a smile before hitting her over the head with a crowbar. Her vision darkened slowly, the last thing she saw being the Joker's smiling face staring at her weak figure.

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Yandere!Neglectful Batfam x Batmom!Reader. PART 1

My marriage was one of convenience, and I had no choice in the matter. It had been engraved into me since I was just four years old that I would be marrying Bruce Wayne, heir to Wayne fortune. I had never liked him much, but I lived knowing my parents would be happy with me, and I would be financially stable for the rest of my natural life.

Since I was married to such a big public figure, I became one as well. My whole life was publicized for the world to see. The media was under the impression that this was a marriage of love. First mistake. They thought we were the perfect couple, with no marital problems at all. Second mistake. They thought we were happy. The biggest mistake of all.

I was miserable.

We had no relationship outside of the media. We were two strangers living in the same house. When we first married, I noticed that he would disappear every single night, without fail. When he brought home Dick I was suspicious. It wasn’t until a year after he brought Jason home, that I found out what was going on.

“Hey y/n, can you ask Bruce if I can go out as Robin. If you ask, he might say yes.”

We had a huge fight that night. There was screaming, crying, and things thrown. I should have left then, but I couldn’t leave the two boys I had come to love, without a mother figure in the house. Even if they didn’t love me back. After that fight, I never saw much of the three crime-fighting vigilantes in the house, and when I did, they would brush past me hastily, sometimes muttering a greeting, other times, ignoring me completely. The only person I spoke to was Alfred, and even he wasn’t much help to cure my loneliness, considering how busy he was.

When Jason died, I was the last to know. I had to find out from social media. They all neglected to tell me, under the impression that someone else would. I’m not surprised that I wasn’t informed, but it hurt nonetheless. I cried, and screamed, and begged any god listening to bring my baby back. A piece of my heart broke that day. We hadn’t been close, as he followed Bruce’s lead of pretending I didn’t exist, but that hadn’t changed the fact that I had watched this young boy grow into a confident young man, and it broke my heart to know that he was gone.

Soon after, Tim came, and he was not interested in getting to know me at all. He wasn’t rude, but he wouldn’t give me the time of day, which was very infuriating, when I was trying to help him. I gave up after a while, tired of giving my all for people who gave me less than nothing in return.

After Tim, it was Damian. I had never even thought that Bruce would stoop as low as cheating on me. I knew he didn’t care about me much, but to embarrass and humiliate me the way that he did was enough. I was completely emotionally checked out of the relationship by then. I didn’t hold it against Damian though, as he was just an innocent child, who had no say in his parentage. This was until he threatened me with a sword. I knew briefly how he was raised, but I was at a loss for words. He made a huge slice down my torso. Not deep enough to kill me thankfully but deep enough to leave a scar for life. Alfred took care of me. I was in pain for 2 months after the incident, and I never recovered emotionally. Not only had my husband cheated on me, but his affair child had attempted to end my life. His words still rang through my ears months later.

“You are just a gold-digging harlot. You have no place in the noble Wayne family. You are nothing.”

These words stuck with me everyday. I became depressed, my mood deteriorating with every passing day in the manor.

I decided to get a divorce. I knew Bruce would never sign off on it willingly, so I had to sneak it into Bruce’s office. While walking out, I was met with Alfred looking back at me, a small smile adorning his face.

“I’m glad you will be getting away from here. It is within your best interests to get as far as you can from here once he signs off. I will miss you y/n.”

The next day, a knock on my bedroom door startled me. Alfred stepped in with a paper gripped in between his fingers. My smile widened for the first time in months. I was overjoyed.

The next week was spent slowly moving my stuff out. I had to be as inconspicuous as possible, as I live in a house with the best detective in the world. That Wednesday, I was finally able to leave. I had a set apartment to go to, all the way in Jump City. I knew Dick had moved there, but I don’t believe we had even spoken enough in recent years for him to even recognize me on the street.

While leaving, I left the finalized divorce papers, and my perfectly polished wedding ring on the bed. Walking from my room to the front door was a long, but freeing walk. I had lived in an uninhabited side of the manor, pushed away from the rest of the family. I hung the manor keys on the rack for what should be the last time, as I stepped quickly, and quietly out the front door, unaware of the eyes watching me. Unaware of the eyes that would be the reason for my undoing.

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Eisoptrophobia

I was stood in the center of the mirror maze, screaming. The sound bounced off the glass surfaces, making it seem as if the reflections were screaming back.

The echo continued, even after the others had died down. One kept screaming at me, the eyes of the reflection cold, and unwavering from my fearful gaze. 

Her mouth clamped shut, the scream cutting off abruptly, as she smiled broadly.

Stepping backwards, into what I thought was a corner, I was grabbed. The messily manicured hands simulating my own perfectly. The reflections in my direct line of vision hadn’t moved an inch, but through my peripherals, I could see them leisurly creeping toward my shaking form.

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Chaetophobia

THE FEAR OF HAIR

I sat on my bed, shaking, staring wide eyed at the wall. My skin crawled from the uncomfortable feeling of the hair touching my neck……my back……..my arms…….my head. My skin is crawling like the hair on my back.i wanted so desperately to move it away from my body. Stop the feelings bubbling inside me, but I was too scared to touch it. 

My skin crawled.

The hair was touching me.

I was scared. 

……………………..this isn’t my hair.

My hair had been shaven long ago.

My skin crawled, as did the hair on ,my body, that was slowly growing longer by that second.