Yandere! Batfam x Poor! Hacker! Reader
The first thing you noticed when you approached your apartment, arms laden with groceries, was the sleek, black car parked in front. This was unusual; you were in a neighborhood where a car like this would get its tires stolen.
As you entered the lobby, you spotted the elderly lady that lived upstairs.
She was shaking like a leaf, face teary and pale, and her whispy hair was hanging loosely around her face like she had been running her hand through it.
“Oh dear, oh no!” She sobbed upon spotting you.
“What's wrong, Mrs. Lark?” You asked, concerned.
“There's someone upstairs… He came in that fancy car looking for you!”
It felt like ice down your spine. You couldn't believe it; who would be looking for you?
You handed her the groceries and bounded up the stairs two at a time, stopping on your floor and bending over, gasping for air.
Who could possibly be looking for you? Who was waiting for you? Was it the elusive new owner, who you still hadn't met?
You opened the unlocked door slowly, attempting to soundlessly slip in without notice. You failed.
Sitting in your one armchair was a young man, maybe 19, leaning back with his legs loosely crossed. His arms were laid upon the armrests. and cold, icey blue eyes were locked onto you. His midnight blue suit was without crease, and his leather shoes looked out of place on your dark, scuffed wooden floors. His short, dark hair floated lightly around his starkly pale face, with eyes lined in eyebags a deep, dark purple.
“So you're our mysterious thief.” He droned, head tilted to the side slightly, and eyes narrowed.
It was Timothy Drake, young CEO of Wayne Industries and the brightest mind in the city. You'd forgotten about him in your hunger-induced stupor.
“I'm sorry…” you intoned, head lowered.
“You could at least have the decency to look the man you've been stealing from in the eye when you apologize.” He said, mouth pulled into a frown.
You met his eyes, and the world shifted to the left.
Your eyes widened in shock. You could see it in the corner of your eye, the grey threads that signified your soul family, with the inner most one, hooked around your pinky, slowly turning glacial blue, the same color as Tim's eyes. He looked shocked, glancing from the thin thread connecting your pinky and his right index to you. He slowly stood up, face still slack in surprised.
“I-I…” He stuttered, one hand limply raising in your direction.
You took off running,hearing him swear faintly in response. That was your second mistake.
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