yandere!Batman wanting to marry you (by which I mean: making you wear a ring, because he can't really drag you to a courthouse after having kidnapped you) and the ring he gives you is one that used to belong to his mother.
So of course the first thing you do is throw the ring out of the window, insult him, maybe make fun of the ring (indirectly insulting his mother) and tell him you'll never marry him.
Even if Bruce has been very patient and understanding with you before, I think that would be his breaking point. Have fun looking for that ring! Better hope it's not raining outside, because you won't be allowed back in the manor until you're wearing it on your ring finger and convincingly asking him to forgive (and marry you), otherwise you'll spend a lot of time out in the cold (and it's not like you can use your time outside as a chance to escape, there's no way you could make it over the fence surrounding the garden).
After that he'll make some changes to the ring, using his fancy tech to make sure you can never take it off again, obviously.
The autumn air was crisp and filled with the cheers of happy fair goers.
The annual Gotham City Fall Fair always brought huge crowds of people looking to escape the bleakness of their everyday city life.
Children ran by candied apples tightly grasped in their fists, with their parents trailing behind lugging around prizes and pumpkins.
You had came to the fair alone, although that didn’t bother you. You enjoyed the fall season and the rides were more fun when you didn’t have friends telling you they were too tipsy to go on them.
You sipped on your warm spiked cider as you waited in line at your favorite ride, the ferris wheel. You loved how high up it got, and seeing the lights of the fair always made you feel happier.
As you approached the front you heard the ride attendant calling out, “minimum of two riders per carriage!”
You frowned to yourself, this was a new rule apparently. Likely an attempt to cut down on line times. Or maybe so the carriages didn’t get unbalanced? Oh well. You wouldn’t be getting your ride partner from the group in front of you, a family a four, so you glanced behind you to scope out the line.
Your heart skipped a beat as you met the eyes of the man standing right behind you. You had never met him but you couldn’t mistake him.
Bruce Wayne.
The billionaire smirked and raised an eyebrow at you. “Looks like we’ll be riding together.”
“Guess so,” you nervously stammered. You couldn’t believe that you were actually meeting Bruce Wayne. He was a Gotham celebrity, and you were just some nobody.
“I’m Y/N,” you say meekly, and hold out your hand in greeting.
Bruce met your eyes and grinned wolfishly. “Bruce Wayne. Pleasure to meet you Y/N.”
“Next!” The attendant called out, and you stepped up to the carriage, Bruce following close behind. He sat opposite of you, still looking at you with a gleam in his eyes you couldn’t quite place.
“So.. what are you doing at the fair, anyways?” You stuttered, flinching at your unsteady voice. “I-I just mean I wouldn’t expect to find you here.”
“I seem to have a habit of showing up at places people don’t expect me to,” he mused, more to himself than you. “But to be honest, I was.. feeling nostalgic, wanted to relive some good memories.”
He leaned closer, and the smell his expensive cologne wafted towards you.
Bruce placed his large hand on your bare knee and you shivered, resisting the urge to pull away.
“Lucky for me, I just happened to find a pretty girl to keep me company,” he chuckled with a wink.
To your utter relief, the carriage jerked and began it’s slow ascent. You leaned back, trying to move his hand off of your leg and relax. He scoffed, taking your hint and removed his hand, but didn’t break his eye contact.
“Interesting. Most women would be thrilled to have my attention.” Bruce’s tone was darker than before, almost threatening.
“I guess I’m not most women,” you nervously laugh, in a desperate attempt to relieve the tension and turn his attention elsewhere.
“It’s okay,” he glanced down at your legs before meeting your eyes with a growl, “I like a challenge.”
“Wha-“ your question was cut off when he surged forward and roughly pressed his lips to yours.
You exclaimed in shock and tried to push him off of you, but he had your arms gripped in a vice. You struggled against him, but you were no match for his strength. His mouth smothered yours and he released one of your wrists to bring a wandering hand to your chest, groping and pulling at the thin material of your shirt.
You were shocked, unable to speak. Why was this happening? Why you? He could have anyone, but here he was with his lips on your neck in a cramped ferris wheel carriage.
Bruce brutishly pushed your shirt up and grinned wickedly at seeing your bare chest. His large hands roamed over your breasts, and you squeaked as he tweaked your nipples.
“St-stop!” You weakly tried to shove him off of you. The billionaire rolled his eyes in annoyance and covered your mouth with his hand.
His fingers trail down your body to your skirt, bunching the material up and pushing it up out of his way. He shoved his fingers against your clothed heat and rubbed your clit. You protested against his palm, but he just pushed your head back against the wall of the carriage.
“If you keep making this much noise we’ll be caught,” he tutted sarcastically. “We wouldn’t want that.”
Bruce traced the edge of your panties before pushing them aside and rubbing his thumb against your clit. The friction made you whine again, and you could feel the hot tears that had been burning in your eyes begin to fall against your cheeks and Bruce’s hand.
He brought the hand that was covering your mouth to your throat and squeezed hard, until your vision got black around the edges, before releasing the pressure, a silent threat of what he could do if you screamed.
The dark haired man continued the quick circles with his thumb against your clit as he roughly pushed his middle finger into your cunt, smothering your squeak with the hard press of his lips to yours. Bruce slowly curled his finger in a come hither motion, applying more pressure to your clit with his thumb. You tried desperately to clamp your knees together, but he just pushed his knee in between yours with an annoyed glare.
Your back arched involuntarily as you ground your hips against his intrusion, both intensely hating and somehow enjoying the feelings he was eliciting with his unwanted touch.
Bruce forced a second finger into you and you gasped. His feverish lips found your neck, and he greedily nipped and bit at the tender flesh. Your stomach rolled as his lips found your again and he pushed his tongue into your mouth.
You could feel the fire of desire being stoked between your legs and the shock of your situation mixed with the overstimulation of his touch was pushing you towards the edge.
The ride suddenly jolted to a stop, and you realized you were at the top of the ferris wheel and they were letting more people on.
He met your eyes with a glare, anticipating your next move, but he was too slow to stop you.
You screamed, “HELP! HELP M-“ and Bruce’s large hand covered your throat, this time showing less mercy as he slammed you against the carriage.
“What the fuck did I say about being loud, Y/N?” Bruce growled at you, fingers tightening their grip around your throat until your vision got fuzzy.
His thumb pressed harder against your clit, two fingers still curling in you and the overstimulation finally sent you over the edge. You came with a strangled moan, burning tears falling past your lashes.
The ride kicked back to life and finally began it’s descent. Bruce slowly pulled his fingers out of your burning cunt, looking you in the eyes as he placed them in his mouth, licking your juices off his fingers with a mocking sneer.
He leaned back into his own seat, legs spread, and he stroked his clothes erection, now painfully obvious.
You turned away from him, angling your body into the corner as much as you could, sniffling and pulling your skirt back into place.
“Fuck you!” You hissed at him, smearing your tears across your face with the back of your arm. “I-I’m gonna tell someone what y-you did.”
Bruce scoffed, rolling his eyes.
The carriage reached the bottom of the wheel, and stopped. Bruce stood up, sneering at you.
“No you won’t.” The billionaire chuckled before leaning close and hissing in your ear. “I can do whatever the fuck I want. I’m Bruce Wayne. Who the hell are you?”
Can you imagine Taylor Swift’s Mastermind playing while your favorite character is plotting on how to make you theirs? Cue the plan being carried out and you get together (either willingly or not 😏)
Another multiverse yandere!Bruce fic, with special guest the Flash! It kind of got away from me and Bruce isn't even in this a lot... but I still love it tbh
again, i imagine this being at a time where you've been with Bruce for some time and have mostly accepted that you won't be getting away from him
Once again warning for typical yandere stuff, kidnapping, implied past noncon, minors dni. Oh and gn reader!
You're in the Batcave, sitting on Bruce's lap while he's typing away on his Batcomputer, researching something. He's in full Batman costume, which is hard and uncomfortable to sit on, but at least you're only sitting there and "warming him up" (as he puts it), instead of cockwarming him. Gotta be grateful for the little things. Actually, it's more like he's warming you up, because the suit must be warmer than what you're wearing (which isn't a lot), but, whatever, same difference.
At some point he pushes you off, stands up, growls out a "Don't touch anything, I'll be back soon," and proceeds to rush out of the cave in the Batmobile. Did he just leave you alone in the cave? Right next to all of his gadgets and the supercomputer?? You consider trying to contact the outside world for a second before coming to the conclusion that this must be a test, no way is he leaving you here alone if there's actually a way for you to get help! Probably.
Right as you've decided not to touch anything, the screen starts flashing with: "Incoming Video Call: Batman". What? Is he seriously calling you now? He's definitely trying to trick you into touching something, just so he'll have an excuse to punish you. No way are you falling for that! You're absolutely not going to push the button that would accept the call, even though it's glowing so enticingly... Also, what if he really needs your help (even though you have no clue what you could do to help Batman) and will punish you for not answering? Or better yet, he's seriously injured and you'll get to watch him die. That thought gets you to accept the video call.
...That's not Batman.
You stare at the guy who called you, and he's staring right back at you, seemingly just as confused as you are. Is that the Flash?? Isn't he supposed to be dead?
"...You're not Batman," he mumbles mostly to himself, then starts talking a bit louder. "I mean, I guess you could be Batman? I just was expecting you to look like more like my Batman. Not that he's my Batman, just, the Batman from my universe, I mean. Sorry. Are you Batman? You could totally be Batman, and just not be wearing the suit at the moment!"
"...I'm not ...Batman, he's... out, right now. You're the Flash, right? How are you- Why did it say Batman was calling? Wait, what do you mean by your universe??" This is too much information for you to process at the same time.
"Oh! Um, I'm from a parallel universe! Bruce somehow got his computer to be able to contact people in other universes and I'm pretty sure he built a portal thing, too... Anyways, I'm in the Batcave right now because Bruce is still on his way back and sent me ahead to call you, or, well, your Batman, to 'save some time', but I guess that was useless because Batman isn't here..." He stops rambling for a second, before adding: "Also I'm beginning to think Bruce just wanted to get rid of me, nothing we're doing currently is that time sensitive, and-"
"Wait, back up, did you say portal?" You cut him off before he can start monologuing again, sniffing an opportunity for escape. "Hypothetically, if someone were to go through that portal, could they stay in the other universe indefinitely, or would the universe or the person that went through the portal start falling apart or something...?"
"I don't think there's any issues with staying in a parallel universe! It's pretty cool, actually, the-" He stops himself from saying anything else. "Wait, who are you? I probably shouldn't be telling you all this. Are you, like, in a relationship with Bats? I mean, who else could get into the cave. And you're not wearing villain-who-broke-into-Batmans-lair clothes... or sidekick clothes..." He mumbles the last part to himself.
You can't stop staring at him. Just who is this guy? In spite of the weirdness of the situation it's actually really refreshing to be able to talk to someone who isn't completely stoic all the time (and hasn't kidnapped you). "I guess relationship is the most accurate? I mean, being kidnapped, locked up and kept as a fucktoy is a type of relationship, right?"
You say it as nonchalantly as possible, watching for his reaction to see if he thinks kidnapping people is normal, but it's looking good for you, because he's gaping like a fish out of water. "Y- Youre- by Batman? Bruce? That's- I don't-" He stutters, before awkwardly chuckling. "Ohhh, you're joking, right? You got me good, I almost believed you... Ha ha..." He doesn't seem entirely convinced.
You stare at him unblinkingly. What must his Batman be like for him not to believe you? Certainly nicer than yours. "Look, believe whatever you want, but could you do me a favor and open that portal? Bruce said he'd be back soon and I'd rather not be here when that happens, because he told me not to touch anything and instead of listening to him I answered your video call. He'll be super mad at me. Oh and this is the only real chance of escape I've ever gotten so I'd like to take it, please."
Something about the way you said it must have convinced him to believe you, as he mutters a quiet "...Alright," and before you can blink, he skids to a halt behind you through the already opened portal. Well, at least there's no doubt about him being the Flash, that was fast!
"Whew, that portal thing was harder to activate than I thought!" Thank god for super speed, you didn't even realize he was struggling with it. "So, um, what now? Do you just... come with me to the other Batcave?"
You look at him with stars in your eyes. Is this what it's like to be rescued by a superhero? You could cry, are you actually going to escape? No, not yet, you might trust him, but what about the other Batman in his universe?
"Sorry, just, are you sure your Batman isn't, like, secretly evil? Not keeping anyone locked up in his stupid manor?" He shakes his head vigorously. "I'm sure! He wouldn't- I know him, he would never even think about kidnapping anyone! And I definitely would know if there was someone locked in his manor, I've run through every room in his place way too often as to not have noticed someone trapped in there. He's a good guy, just, kind of stoic. And he hates fun. But he wouldn't hurt a fly! You know, unless it's an evil fly that needs to be stopped..."
Hm. Yeah, your Batman definitely hurts you sometimes and you're 99% sure you're not a supervillain or otherwise evil. "That sounds... convincing enough." You remember your shock bracelet and gesture towards it. "Um, could you please take this off of me first, before we go? It shocks me as soon as it detects that I've left the manor, and I don't want to find out if a parallel universe manor counts..."
He tries his best not to look as shocked as he feels while he inspects it carefully, then goes: "Um, wait a second, let me just-". He disappears and reappears in a flash. "So, I checked to see if maybe there's a manual for this thing somewhere, but I couldn't find anything. So I went through the entire manor, and guess what else I didn't find... Alfred!!" You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "I guess that's what made your Batman so unhinged, sometimes I think Alfred is the only thing left standing between Batman and utter darkness..." This Alfred guy must be a total ray of sunshine then, you can't wait to meet him.
"So, what are we going to do about the shock bracelet, then? I'd rather not be in pain the entire time, but if you can't get it off that's still fine, as long as I can come with you..." "Oh, um, let me just-" Again, faster than you can blink he does something and the bracelet falls away from your wrist. Unfortunately, right as it hits the floor, an alarm goes off in the cave. Shit. You both grimace at each other, you should have know that the bracelet would send some kind of signal to Bruce as soon as it's no longer connected to you.
"Can you somehow disable his portal-making machine so he can't immediately follow us? Because I think we should leave right now, he's probably on his way back already!" You immediately go through the portal, not wanting to wait any longer. Even if Bruce can follow you, you'll have people protecting you on the other side. You think you can hear the Batmobile returning. Shit.
"Yeah, I should be able to-" You close your eyes and when you open them again, the portal to your universe is gone. A weight falls off your shoulders. "I messed with some wires on the other side, which closed the portal, but I was able to get back here just in time before it fully closed. He shouldn't be able to follow us. At least not immediately, he probably knows how to fix it, but this should buy us some time."
"Thank you so much. And I'm glad you made it back, I wouldn't want you to end up like the other Flash..." You sigh in relief. "The- What? What happened to the other Flash??" "Oh! Um, he's dead." You grimace sheepishly. "Sorry, that must be weird to hear."
His face goes pale. "You know what? I'm not even gonna ask what happened to him. I don't want to know. No, wait, I do want to know, how did he- No, don't tell me, whatever I say, do not tell me what happened to him."
You go to respond, but are interrupted by a sudden, loud: "Flash! Who is that?"
You flinch at the sound of his voice and turn around to face him. The Batman. Bruce Wayne. He only sounds like that when he's really angry. Your entire body screams at you to run and hide, or better yet, to apologize and beg. You've learned that hiding from him is pointless. He always finds you, and it only makes things worse. You freeze and stare at him with wide eyes, while he eyes you suspiciously. It's not him, you remind yourself. It's not him. He just looks the same.
He stops looking at you and turns to Flash instead. "You were supposed to contact the other Batman, not kidnap some terrified civilian." The Flash looks insulted for a second, before responding with an indignant: "Actually, I'm not the one who kidnapped them!". Batman narrows his eyes, then sighs. "Just explain why you thought it was a good idea to let a stranger into the Batcave."
You take half a step behind Flash before he begins explaining. "Turns out your other Batman kept them locked up! Your source for information and help is a kidnapper! Why are you even working with that guy? Did you know?" To his credit, Batman actually looks guilty after hearing that. "I didn't know, but I have to admit, I didn't look into him as much as I could have. Should have. Usually I look into every single detail of someone's life before working with them, but him looking and acting exactly like me must have made me lower my guard. It won't happen again, I assure you." He looks at you apologetically. Well, as apologetic as the Batman can look, which isn't very much, mostly he just looks stoic. But still, not an expression you've ever seen on your Batman, nor something he would ever say. You calm down a bit. This guy won't hurt you.
"So, um, is there anything we can do to stop him from following us?" You speak up quietly. "I mean, Flash messed with his portal machine or whatever it's called, but that won't stop him forever! He's obsessed with me, he won't just give up!" You start panicking again, maybe you were wrong to think you could ever be free.
"We'll think of something, I promise. We'll keep you safe. You have the whole Justice League on your side." The Flash nods in agreement to Batmans statement. You tentatively start feeling hopeful again, even if this doesn't work out, you'll at least have gotten a taste of freedom.
a non-platonic yandere!Bruce thought this time, with some multiverse stuff, because that's all I could think about today.
I imagine this is at a point where you've been with him for some time & have mostly gotten used to your situation (having been kidnapped and forced into a relationship with a billionaire who happens to be Batman)
a small allusion to nsfw stuff, minors dni
You're bored, sitting in the bedroom you share with Bruce (who's currently patrolling, so you can't even annoy him for entertainment), so you decide that you at least want a change of scenery, and what better place for that than the batcave? So you take a book, a drink and a blanket with you as you venture down into the cave.
Bruce doesn't like it when you're down there, especially not while he's out, but it doesn't concern him enough to install anything that would keep you from going down there. If you're lucky, this will piss him off just enough to make the inevitable post-patrol sex with him more interesting tonight, so a win-win situation, really! You sit down in his comfy chair in front of his bat-computer, snuggle into your blanket so you don't freeze to death and start reading.
After some time you stand up to stretch and notice Bruce in the reflection on the computer. Weird, you didn't hear the batmobile returning! Well, you must have just been really immersed in the book.
"Bruce? You're back early, I thought you said you'd take longer today because of some Arkham emergency?"
No response.
"Ok, look, I know you don't like it when I'm down here, but I was getting sick of the manor!"
Still no response.
You turn around to look at him more closely, his expression might look like his usual stony facade, but you've spent enough time with him by now to be able to read him a bit and you're pretty sure he looks... confused?
"Hello? Are you ok? Did you hit your head? Did you drive with a head injury?? Wait, no, of course not, the batmobile can drive home all by itself-"
As you say that, you look at where the batmobile should be. should be, because it's not there. You look back at Bruce. Did his batsuit always look like that? You could swear that the ears are usually a bit smaller, and the color is wrong. Huh. You take a step back. "You're.. not Bruce, are you?"
He finally opens up his mouth to explain that he's from a parallel universe, that he and the Bruce from your universe have been helping each other with cases for a while now, he just came here to see if your Bruce was available, but if he's not here right now he's going to leave again. He gestures to a portal in the wall that you missed because from your angle it just looks like the wall of the cave, but when you take a step forward you can see into what looks like the batcave you're in right now but slightly to the left. A bit uncanny.
"You looked confused earlier, did Bruce not tell you about me? Or did you just not expect to see me down here?"
"...I was not aware that he is in a relationship."
"I mean, yeah, I guess if I was him I wouldn't go around telling people I kidnapped someone and keep them locked in my mansion, either. Even if they looked exactly like me, I mean, you never know if they think exactly like you as well. Um. Anyways, it was nice to meet you?" You wave awkwardly while he looks shocked (in his stoic way).
"...Why didn't you try to escape through the portal, then, if you're kept here against your will?"
"Oh, um, my bracelet is designed to shock me as soon as I leave. Like, really painful electric shocks. I'm not trying that again." More shock and guilt on other-Bruce's face.
"I'm sure I could disable it. Come with me."
"...And then what? Bruce will come after me. He'll attack you and be really, really mad at me for running away. Really mad. He said he'd break my legs if I ever tried to run again, I'm not risking that. And he'll keep me chained up in the bedroom for months." You shudder. "I like my walking around the house privileges, thank you very much."
You feel uncomfortable when he doesn't react and instead keeps staring at you. "I think you should leave. Now. ...Please."
He takes a step towards you. "I can keep you safe. I wouldn't feel right, knowing I left you here. Come with me."
You take a step back. "Look, thank you for offering, but I don't think this will end well for either of us. I'm gonna go now."
You turn to leave, but he's faster than you. He grabs your wrist, stopping you from getting away. You squirm in his hold while he inspects your bracelet. He then pulls something out of his utility belt with which he's able to remove the bracelet without it shocking you, throws you over his shoulder and carries you through the portal, not at all bothered by your kicking and scratching. He puts you down and closes the portal behind him. It all happened faster than you could wrap your head around.
"...I think it would be best if you stayed in the manor until I figure out how to resolve this.", he says, an unnerving glint in his eyes.
Did you just get kidnapped by a second Batman? Will he really let you go? You doubt that, somehow. You think you would have preferred to stay with your Batman, at least with him you knew what to expect...
