Yandere Platonic Batfam x GN Reader
Notes: typical yandere themes, made up werewolf stuff bc I can
The droning sound of the razor was beginning to drive you insane. That sound paired with the incessant bickering from the reality tv show on screen was melting your brain.
This is your first time shaving your fur and the experience is…less than pleasant. For the most part, you leave the thick fur alone but today you’re making an exception.
Bruce is bringing over a potential mate and you don’t want to drive her away with your unconventional appearance.
Your family acts like it doesn’t bother them, but you can’t quite tell. If they do find your appearance grotesque, you don’t blame them.
Werewolves make up about 40% of Earth’s population. They have the ability to shift whenever they want, shedding their human skin to reveal powerful wolves underneath.
Their wolves stand on their hind legs, standing anywhere from 6 to 8 feet tall. After years of oppression and discrimination, werewolves are now able to live among humans.
The occasional politician will say something derogatory and your neighbor might turn their nose up at you. But for the most part… life is good for werewolves.
And then there’s you. Something in between. Not quite human but not quite wolf either.
Adoption is very common in wolf packs. They take in absolutely everyone and find a place for them.
Bruce is a perfect example of this. He adopted you a few years ago when you were forced to leave your previous pack.
They had tried to stomach the sight of you but ultimately gave up. They cast you out during a snowstorm, leaving you half-dead.
Bruce found you while he was out on patrol and took you in. Even Bruce is still growing accustomed to the way you look.
You were born different from the other werewolves. It’s almost as if you are stuck in the middle of shifting.
You’re covered in thick patches of fur save for your face, hands, feet, and some of your torso. Your canines stay sharp and enlarged and can tear through almost anything.
Your ears are pointed and larger than most but they actually hear the same as a human’s. Your eyes are exceptionally large. Bruce calls them puppy dog eyes but you feel more like the wolf from the tale of red riding hood.
The kicker? You can’t even shift.
You can’t choose human or wolf, only this. You’re not sure how or why you ended up like this but you honestly don’t mind.
Everyone would probably think you’re insane to be content with the way you are now. You’ve lived long enough to understand this body and what it means.
You’re healthy, strong, and happy. It doesn’t matter that you’re some sort of hybrid and it has been incredibly freeing to come to terms with that.
That’s the reason why when Bruce’s date leaves, you’re tossing the razor and going back to normal.
Not that it matters, your fur will grow back in a day or two.
Your turn off the tv and slip on a nice, comfy outfit for the evening. You clear your throat and do a little dance, “time to shine.”
You hear light chatter just before entering the dining room. Damian mentions brain surgery as you walk up to the table.
“The grey matter was everywhere-”
Damian goes quiet and stares at you in shock. Bruce, Dick, Tim, Duke, and Cass share his incredulous look.
“What did you do,” Dick questions with a shaky breath.
You scratch your head in confusion, “I shaved?”
“I didn’t want Lauren to have to see me in all my ‘silver bullet’ glory,” you chuckle.
Duke suddenly pipes up, “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Before your pack can say anything else, Alfred steps into the room with Lauren in tow. She’s wearing a beautiful, yellow gown that hugs her figure.
Lauren is a promising werewolf from a pack over in Central City. Her white locs are a signature of the Silver Wolf pack and their immense strength.
Your pack is called the Black River pack and is known for its private nature and wealth (thanks to Bruce).
Should Bruce and Lauren become mates, the two packs will be unified and stronger than ever. Everyone sits up straight and puts on polite smiles for the guest.
Lauren brushes her hair out of her face, “hello, Wayne children. I hope that we become fast friends.”
Lauren’s smile seems genuine as she glances across the table. Her eyes land on you and she lets out a terrified gasp.
Lauren grabs Bruce’s elbow, “what is that?”
Huh. Must not have shaved very well. Or maybe it’s because I resemble Sméagol without my fur.
You look over to Tim and Cass on your left and see their clenched jaws and creased brows.
You feel Damian’s hand gently take yours under the table and rub comforting circles on your knuckles.
You look up at him to find his gaze locked onto his plate.
Bruce narrows his eyes, “that is my child.”
Lauren must have caught onto the edge in his voice and changed the subject.
She sat down at the other end of Bruce and tried to put back her smile. But this time it seemed much more strained.
You cleared your throat, “it’s nice to meet you Ms. Lauren.”
Lauren audibly gulps, “same here.”
The air in the room is no longer welcoming. All you can hear is the sound of forks scraping against Alfred’s fine china.
You all eat in silence for almost 20 minutes. The only thing breaking up the sound of chewing is the occasional “pass the bread rolls.”
Duke sucks his teeth, “So Lauren, are you going to be Bruce’s mate or what? Like what’s happening here?”
Dick chokes on his food and tries to mask his shock. Cass smacks his back while menacingly staring at Lauren.
“Well that’s what needs to be determined. Our union would be extremely beneficial, but I need to know what Bruce will bring to the table,” Lauren says with a hint of attitude.
Tim masks a chuckle at Bruce’s curt comment. He takes a swig of Zesti Cola he poured in a wine glass for appearances.
Lauren looks taken aback by his aggressive body language. She throws her napkin onto her plate and turns her body to face Bruce.
“What is your problem,” Lauren huffs, “you have been incredibly rude all night.”
“You are my problem,” Bruce explains and raises from his chair.
You can see Damian’s smile grow from the corner of your eye.
“I refuse to take a mate who blatantly disrespects my family. The Black River pack is not so desperate for a Luna that we would lower our standards,” Bruce says with his nose turned up at Lauren.
“Unbelievable,” Lauren whines and backs away from the table.
Lauren turns back to look at the table again, “well the Silver Wolf pack definitely doesn’t need a hairy mutt in its midst!”
“What the fuck,” Cass questions in shock.
“That is enough, young lady,” Alfred calmly interjects.
Lauren is just about to thank Alfred before he politely pushes her in the direction of the foyer. “I think you’ve done enough,” Alfred says with an irritated lilt in his voice.
The sounds of Lauren’s bickering fades as Alfred leads her away.
“You ok,” Damian asks and pushes his plate away.
You nod your head, “of course. She didn’t bother that much.”
“But I am a bit confused. I didn’t think you guys would care that much about me shaving or Lauren freaking out,” you hum.
Bruce walks from his end of the table and approaches you. He crouches down in front of you and holds your face with both hands.
“You are perfect. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise,” Bruce instructs with a slight growl.
“I understand,” you say with a smile, “thanks Dad.”
Bruce visibly relaxes and the dark look in his eyes fades away.
“And you better stop shaving too. I don’t trust you not to accidentally slit your own throat,” Duke sighs in exhaustion.
“Understood,” you say and salute Duke.
He smiles and lightly flicks your ear.
“C’mon. Let’s go watch a movie,” Cass grabs your hand and leads you away.
Damian and Duke follow suit and the four of you joke about Lauren as you head to the home theater.
Bruce, Dick, and Tim watch you all disappear down the hall before huddling up.
“Do you think the Silver Wolf pack will try to retaliate,” Dick questions.
Tim stretches his arms over his head, “if they do, we have plenty of dirt to leverage against them.”
Bruce rubs his temples, “I would say no, but all I can think about is how Lauren treated them.”
“Wait, so who are we killing?”
The three turn their heads to find Jason leaning against the doorway.
“This is going to get messy,” Tim mutters.
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