Yandere Batfam x Neglected Maki Zenin!reader
Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 - âWhere else I can goâ
Tw: neglect, Injury, obsession, abandonment, Torture, Abuse, SA, Death, Suicidal thoughts, Suicide, brief description about [name]âs eyes sorry (this is a disclaimer for the whole story + sorry about the bad grammar and typos, I wonât rewrite until Iâm bored)
The sun was setting as it rained, the streetlight outside of the school buzzed as it flickered.
Heavy breathing was heard in the hallways of said, school âWell Well , if it isnât Yuta Okkotsu my favorite weaklingâ
âDonât you come near meâ Yuta said shakily as three boys surrounded him in the empty classroom.
âOh come on, donât play hard to getâ The bully said with a smirk.
âI said donât âŚâ Yuta said trying to said tuff but failing miserably as the bully itched closer to him. âCome on I just wanna slug you one more time before i graduate!â The bully laughed and his little minions joined in.
âStop it..â Yuta muttered as he clenched his other arm looking down.
âSince itâs our last time together, maybe I should just kill youâ The bully said as he walked closer.
âD-donât touch me! RIKAâ Yuta said in a panicked tone looking up as the bully had gotten closer with his hands towards him. A large shadow then appeared behind the bully and he froze with a wavering presence behind him.
âhm? Whatcha say?â The bully asked confused as large hands with sharp nail and went to both sides of his face. âArgh!â The bully let out a noise as his face was pulled back behind him.
The rain got heavier outside as yuta had crouched by the walls of the classroom muttering âIâm sorryâ Blood leaks from the locker next to him slowly and it slowly opens to a mangled body.
Yuta was now sitting in a chair, in a room full of Tailsman with small lamps surrounded in the dark room to give light. He looks up staring at all the Tailsman that reached to the dark never ending ceiling.
âA complete cover up and a secret execution? Boy thatâs some storyâ Gojo said unamused âThe child in question did consent though.â One of the higher ups replied but Gojo quickly responded âHeâs underage, just sixteen years old, and who knows how many he have cursedâ
âSo youâll take him?â One of the old hags of the higher ups asked âYes, Yuta Okkotsu will attend Jujustu high school.â
Yuta had his head down with his arms crossed still sitting on the chair âYou make this in shop class?â Gojo said infront of him holding up a twisted knife âYuta Okkotsu..â he finished âI-it used to be a knife..â he said softly
âI tried killing myselfâ He hugged his knees closer and slowly looked up âButâŚRika wouldnât let me. Gojo just stared at him âKinda dark.â he tossed the twisted knife away. âguess what? Youâre starting at a new school today.â
The next day at Yuta got ready for the day where he would Jujustu high! He got to walking in the hallways tiredly with his eye bags shining in the sun.
âDid you hear about the new transferred student coming today? I heard he stuffed 4 of his classmates in a lockerâ Panda said while he walked with [name] and Inumaki
âYou mean he killed them?â [name] asked âTuna mayoâ Inumaki added âNah, gravely injuredâ
âIf heâs cocky Iâll put him in his placeâ [name] said holding her bag on her shoulder. âBento flakesâ Inumaki sighed
âStudents of all grades!â Gojo said exaggerating with hand motions âWe have a new student! Give him a hand!!!!!â
âGod itâs too damn early for his bullshit..â [name] said with a her head leaning on her hand, with her legs crossed.
ânot one handâŚâ he said sadly
âHeard the kidâs a real wet blanket, the last thing I need is an another moody rookie to look after.â (Whatever that means..)
Panda hums in agreement with Inumaki, Gojo sighs and puts his hand out âOh well then! You can come on in now!â
Yuta then opens the sliding door and as soon as his foot stepped in the classroom they sensed his cursed aura and ever stepped he took it got stronger. Panda tensed up and got aggressive and [name] eyes widen, a large menacing curse was sensed behind him and made a strange noise while facing the 3 students, [name] unzipped her bag, Inumaki put a hand on his tall collar getting ready to use his cursed technique.
Bruce Wayne had never truly possessed a reason to resent [name]ânot a logical one, at least. He simply did. Or, more accurately, the reason was etched into [name]âs eyes: the exact same eyes as her motherâs.
Every time Bruce looked at her, he saw those eyes staring backâhaunted by their shape, their color. He recoiled, not out of hatred, but from something far more : fear. Because he knew precisely why they unnerved him.
Her motherâthe woman he lovedâhad abandoned him. Abandoned the Waynes. She had walked away from the life they had built, forsaking them for her Clanâa group that viewed weakness as expendable and loyalty as conditional. A Clan that had never seen her as a person, only as power.
That memory alone, of her turning her backâfestered inside Bruce like a wound that refused to heal. The thought of her always lingered, sharp and unforgiving, and [name] carried that echo with every glance.
So when Bruce received a call from Naobito Zenin, irritation boiled in his chest. He instructed Alfred to sever any lines of communication. He didnât want to hear from them. But curiosity clawed at him, and eventually, he took the call.
âMaybe M/n is finally ready to crawl back. Fine. Iâll entertain itâbut Iâll make her work for it,â he had thought, even allowing a slight smile at the idea of seeing her again. Just like old times⌠M/n, Satoru, and himâtogether. A family of sorts, fractured but familiar.
But that smile shattered when Naobitoâs voice turned somber. M/n was deadâshe had died months ago. And now, there was a child. A daughter. His daughter.
He could barely choke out a response. âWhat.â
It was too much. Jasonâs resurrection. The chaos of the Red Hood. And now, this?
Bruce had Gordon collect the girl from the airport and order a DNA test immediately. He needed proofâneeded something solid to stand on.
The results were : the child was his. And⌠impossibly, she was Satoru Gojoâs as well???
The moment she stepped through the manor doors, Bruce hadnât yet been briefed. But when his eyes met hersâone luminous blue like Gojoâs, the other the rich hue of M/nâsâhe knew.
Even beyond the strange eye color, everything else was him. The cheekbones. The jawline. Even her posture. She stood tall for a six-year-oldâtoo tall. But those eyes... they unraveled him.
He couldnât be near her.
If he stayed, he feared he might crumble. Or worse⌠lash out at something so heartbreakingly innocent.
âIâm sorry for your motherâs passing,â he murmured, voice hollow and clipped, before retreating to the Batcave.
There, beneath the weight of grief heâd never prepared for, Bruce collapsed to the floor. Hands gripping the cold ground, lungs burning, air slipping through him like smoke. Pressure mounted on his chest, like unseen hands crushing his ribs. His limbs trembled. His heart thundered like a war drum in his ears.
âNo, no, no, no⌠please stopâŚâ he thought as panic overtook him. His vision tunneled, lips dry, mind spinning into a storm of sorrow and helplessness.
Dick never had anything against [name], he knew her mother was really close to Bruce and had seen the woman before plenty of times as robin and he couldnât help but grow fond of her. I mean thatâs basically his mother! So was nice, caring and also helped him when he had a problem with something between him, and Bruce! He couldâve hate her, never! But that changed when she had left, when he was nightwing. How could she? For that clan.
So, when Dick was in the kitchen he had got surprised by a voice behind him and when he turned he had thought it was M/n but smaller! Those eyes. Blue and e/c eyesâŚhe got scared and kicked the poor child.
âI mean who is this child?? Why do they have M/n eyes, and Gojoâs eyesâŚâ he soon snapped out of it when he seen blood dripping from her head.
hey sorry Iâm so sorryâŚâ Dick said and helped her up.
âI-Itâs o-ok Iâm a big girl..â [name] says as she wipes the streak of blood of off her forehead.
âLet me-â Before he finishes he gets a text from Alfred [Master Bruce has passed out in the batcave. Please hurry here master Dick.]
âYou said you were a big girl right?â He said turning his head to her. [name] nods her head eagerly.
âThen youâll be fine handling it. I have to go. When I come back we can go to the arcade.â Dick offered a smile then left and hurried to the batcave where Alfred stood with a worried expression.
The next day Bruce had woke up in his bed when dick sat near with his hands on his face.âBruce.â Dick stood up when Bruce had sat up on the edge of the bed. âWhat happ-â
âI canât be a father for that girl.â Bruce interrupted and Dick froze and looked confused âThe girl little that just came to the manor. I canât be her father. That isnât my daughter.â
Dick just stared at Bruce with a frown âBruce-â Bruce silently began to cry with a hand on his eyes âI canât..â he said shakily, dick sat next to him with a hand on his back âOk.â
Of course Dick didnât approve of this, I mean who would??? But he could obviously see that Bruce isnât in the right state but Itâs ok heâll be a big brother for her to lean on and see as a fatherâŚone day. Right?
Or at least, thatâs what he told himself every single time he caught her in the corner of his eye, every time someone so much as brought up her name. Heâd scoff, roll his eyes, cross his arms, and say something cruel like-
âSheâs a spoiled bratty bitch whose mother was a dumb whore that got herself killed.â
He said it like it was truth. Cold, harsh truth.
But deep downâwhere the rage throbbed and the loneliness curled into something even colderâJason knew he was full of it. Every time he dragged her motherâs name through the mud, he was really just trying to bury how much he missed her. M/n was the only person who ever made him feel like more than a burden. She treated him like he matteredâlike he was hers.
He cried harder than anyone when he found out she died. No one saw it. He made sure of that. But behind all the noise and anger and bravado, he wept for her. For the mother he never truly had, but almost did. Until she left. Until she abandoned himâright after he was kidnapped. After the Joker. After everything.
Jason couldnât even look at photos of her without feeling like the world was cracking apart at the seams. He hated her for walking away. Hated her for dying. Hated how much he still loved her.
He had ignored Dickâs call two days ago. Didnât want to hear anything that had to do with the manor. With Bruce. But something in Dickâs voice⌠something had kept him from deleting the message. So now here he wasâback in the same house where everything had started to rot.
Dick looked like a wreck. Pale. Exhausted. Haunted.
Jason didnât bother hiding his sneer. âWhatâs wrong with you, dickface?â
Dick barely looked up. âSheâs dead.â His voice cracked like glass. He ran a trembling hand through his hair.
Jason blinked, confused. âWho?â
âM/n⌠I just wanted to tell you. She has a child. And she⌠sheâs here.â
Dick couldnât even finish. He left the room without another word.
Jason stood there for a long time. Heart pounding. Head spinning.
He wandered into the library, trying to escape the weight of it all. Grabbed a bookâanything to pull him out of his own head. Tried to focus. Tried to not feel.
But the pages blurred. Wet. His hands were shaking.
Tears? No. No, stop that. I donât care. I donât fucking care.
No mission, no alias, no mask could erase the ache of being lovedâand left behind.
She had come into his life. Treated him like a son. Then left. Had a baby. A new child. And then died.
Where was his closure? Where was his chance to protect her? To yell at her? To forgive her?
Jason slammed the book shut and sat frozen, chest heaving.
Then someone bumped into him.
His book hit the floor with a dull thud.
âOh, sorryââ a small voice stammered.
It was like someone had punched him in the gut.
Those eyes. One blue. One [e/c].
His hands curled into fists.
So this is who she died for? This⌠replacement? This child? Is this the one who got her love in the end? Got her last words? Her final breath?
âWatch where youâre fucking going,â he snapped, voice low and venomous.
The girl looked down, ashamed. â...oh.â
He scoffed, bitterness thick in his throat. âAnother one of Bruceâs adopted mistakes?â
âI-Iâm his kid! I promise⌠a-and youâre my brother, right?â she said quietly, voice soft and trembling.
Jason didnât answer. He smirkedâsharp and humorless.
She thinks Iâm her brother. Like she gets to call me that.
He knelt slightly, resting a heavy hand on her shoulder, watching her flinch beneath his grip. âLook, kid,â he said, voice like ice, âyouâre just one of Bruceâs little distractions. And soon enough, heâll forget about you tooâjust like everything else you care about. Youâre not special. And Iâm not your brother.â
He let her go and turned without another glance as she stumbled into the bookshelf behind her. The sound echoed like guilt.
And as he stormed off down the hallway, jaw clenched so tight it ached, he swore something to himself in silence.
âYou ruined the only good thing I ever hadâjust by being born. So donât expect mercy. Not from me.â
Yuta explains that the Cursed Spirit is Rika, a childhood friend whom he had promised to marry when they grew up. Rika died in a freak accident and became an overprotective spirit that harms anyone who threatens him.Â
During his first mission with [Name], Yuta successfully summons Rika on his own for the first time to save them from a Cursed Spirit. Three months pass in his school training, and he grows close to [Name], Toge, and Panda. One day, on a mission together, Toge and Yuta are attacked by a high-level Curse. The man behind the attack was Suguru Geto, a previous student and old friend of Gojo, who defected from the school and killed over a hundred innocent people on a mission.
Geto attempts to get Yuta on his side so they can make use of Rika, but Yuta refuses when he insults Yuta's friends due to unsettled circumstances. Geto declares war to activate a portal to the under-world: he will release a thousand Curses upon the city to remove non-sorcerer humans, as he believes them to be undeserving and beneath sorcerers. Geto's real reason for the war, however, is to distract Gojo so he can kill Yuta and add Rika to his collection of cursed spirits. Gojo realizes this upon learning of Yuta's background, and sends Inumaki and Panda back to the school to protect Yuta and Maki during the night of Geto's attack. Geto overpowers them all, leaving only Yuta conscious. Enraged at seeing his friends hurt, Yuta promises himself as a sacrifice to Rika in order to strengthen their bond. As a result, Geto is severely wounded. He is found by Gojo, who after reflecting on their past friendship, executes him.
[name] stood quietly at the edge of the room, her gaze resting on Gojoâs sleeping form. The soft rise and fall of his chest was the only proof he was still hereâstill breathing, still fighting. But earlier⌠sheâd seen his face after the fighting. The way his expression cracked when he thought no one was looking. The way his hands trembled before he shoved them deep into his pockets.
Her eyes drifted to the blindfold resting against his forehead, slightly askew. With a small breath, she stepped closer, fingers twitching nervously as she reached for it. She gently lifted it from his eyes, careful not to wake him, and replaced it with her own glasses, pressing them onto his face with a little huff.
she slipped the blindfold over her own eyes.
âGosh, how does he see with this thing?â she muttered to herself with a crooked smile. âIâm literally blind right now.â
She took a stepâand promptly bumped into the wall with a soft thud.
âOwâŚâ she mumbled, rubbing her arm.
Laughterâlow and breathyâbroke the silence behind her.
She whipped around, the blindfold slipping halfway off her face. Gojo was awake. Sitting up. Watching her.
His eyesâthose eyesâwere soft and bright like sunlight scattered across an endless ocean. Their glow lit something warm and dizzying inside her chest.
âH-HUH?! THIS IS A DREAM!â [name] blurted, panicking, leaping into the weirdest stance she could think of on the spot.
âOh wow, Iâm terrified,â he teased, clapping dramatically. âIs that⌠the ancient Fighting Crane meets Confused Flamingo technique? Legendary.â
[name] tried to hold the pose, struggling to stay serious. âSilence! I am the blindfolded warrior, guardian of the living room!â she declared, wobbling slightly to the left.
âWell then, oh mighty warrior,â he said with a mischievous glint in his bright blue eyes, âI challenge you to a duel. But only if you can pass⌠the tickle trial.â
âHuh? Wait noâNO!â she shrieked as Gojo lunged, grabbing her sides with the lightest poke.
She burst into uncontrollable giggles, twisting away and finally pulling off the blindfold in a fit of laughter.
âYou blue eye bastard!â she panted, catching her breath.
He sat up, smiling softly now. âYeah, I tend to break the rules. Especially for a smile like that.â
For a moment, there was silenceâthe good kind. Then his voice turned gentler.
âHey, [name]⌠could you take that bandage off?â
She blinked, confused. âOh. Sureâbut I kinda canât see too good with that eye,â she murmured, fingertips brushing the edge of the gauze as she slowly peeled it away.
Her partially blind eye met his, and he stared.
âI was right,â he whispered, stepping forward with small, steady steps.
âWhat?â she asked, her voice a whisper.
She felt it, then. The heat of tears soaking through her shirt. His shoulders trembled against her. The strongest man she knew was quietly falling apart in her arms
âYouâre my daughter.â
She froze in his embrace. And then slowly, carefully, wrapped her arms around him, like maybe, just maybeâsomeone loves her.
A/N || sorry for the wait but hereâs the chapter!!! And boom hereâs the big plot twist!!! btw name wonât have six eyes or anything, just related to gojo!! SO YES GOJO IS OUR PAPI TOO GUYS đ (ALSO ANOTHER AUTHOR I LOVE LIKED MY SERIES AHHHHH!!!!! TYYYYYYY ILYSM (I follow youđ) Also about the genetics thing, M/n genes pull the stronger genes into [name] ,but there is a possible, a little chance that if there is a third party, their genetics can also be in said baby/babies bec itâs possible to have two dads if youâre twins
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