"Dick is standing in your room with a murderous look in his eyes and a folded belt in his hand."
IS DICK GOING TO BEAT BATSIB???!!!??
I’m crying at this ask lmaooo😹🤭
Yandere Platonic Batfam x GN Reader
Notes: typical yandere themes, mentions of abuse, victim blaming
“Stop crying. You’re the one that wanted to leave,” Dick orders.
You’re sitting on the floor, holding your head in your hands. You try and will the tears away to avoid any more punishment.
Your forearms and thighs are stinging from the leather belt’s blows. You pinch your own cheek, attempting to distract yourself from the humiliation.
Dick let’s out an irritated sigh, “Jason asked me not to tell Bruce what you did. Out of respect for his wishes, this will stay between us.”
His “benevolent” confession is met with silence. You can hear his restless movements despite facing away from him.
“I’m doing this because I love you, y’know? This hurts me way more than it hurts you,” Dick chides.
You take a shaky breath, “okay, love you - bye.”
Dick’s irritated sigh turns into a content one, “that’s more like it. I’ll check on you a little later, okay?”
Dick finally leaves the room and your shoulders sink in relief. You raise your head and swipe at your tear-stained cheeks.
It was bad enough being kidnapped by a family of vigilantes but now this? Your dignity is in shambles as you climb back onto the bed.
You’re not sure who to even go to about this. Bruce would never approve of physical punishment and would surely handle Dick’s behavior.
However, he would find out you tried to escape and would probably move you to an even more secure part of the house. You’d never have the chance to escape again.
You reach over and grab the tv remote off your pillow. You flip through the channels, grateful for the distraction from your numbing skin.
You select a comedy and sink into the fluffy comforter. Your head hurts from crying and your spirit feels completely broken.
Jason and Dick were successful in completely souring the thought of escape.
They were also successful in becoming your two least favorite brothers.
“Be like that, assholes. I can make your life hell too,” you seethe.
You grab your tiny, pink “phone” off of your nightstand. It’s actually just a phone for kids that’s only programmed to call five numbers.
Bruce put his own phone number in as well as Alfred, Dick, Barbara, and Tim’s phone numbers. You press the icon for Tim and put the phone to your ear.
He answers almost immediately, barely giving it a chance to ring. “Hey! It’s been so long since we last spoke…are you still mad at me?”
You were never even remotely mad at him. You had just been avoiding him out of shame and the fact that you had given him a concussion.
Tim’s overly forgiving nature (only when it comes to you) can be used to your advantage.
Your voice shakes a bit as you speak, “I could never be mad at you Tim. I was wondering if you could come over to my room so we can talk.”
Tim’s voice raises several octaves, “of course! I’ll be right there!”
You hang up the phone and wait patiently for Tim to arrive. It only takes a minute before he’s knocking at your door.
“Come in,” you say in a singsong voice.
Tim enters your room with his shoulders sagged - an attempt to make himself seem less threatening in your presence.
It’s something he learned to do when you were at your most defensive after the kidnapping.
You wave him over and pat the space next to you. The bed dips with Tim’s weight and he stares at you expectantly.
“I wanted to apologize for hurting you,” you say with a weary exhale.
Tim’s eyes widen and he attempts to speak but is silenced when you raise your hand.
You look to the tv and back to Tim, “I never meant for things to take such a bloody turn. I would never hurt you on purpose Tim. After all, you are my favorite brother.”
Tim looks completely stunned. He stares at you without blinking or breathing.
Wordlessly, Tim throws himself forward and wraps you in the tightest hug you’ve ever gotten from him. The wind is almost knocked out of you as he tightens his hold.
“I love you so much,” Tim whispers, “I wish I could take all of your pain and give it to myself.”
You’re starting to feel bad for calling Tim to your room as a part of your manipulative attack on Jason and Dick.
You clear your throat and pull back from Tim, “so how about we watch a couple movies and catch up. It’s been so long since we’ve been able to chat.”
“I’d like that,” Tim smiles.
His eyes are a bit red and watery, but you don’t plan on mentioning it. Tim shifts to get comfortable and begins chatting with you.
You peek behind him and notice a pair of feet standing right outside of your door. You can’t tell whose feet those are but it doesn’t matter.
If escape won’t work then you’ll just destroy your personal hell from the inside.
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