Platonic Yandere!Dark!Batman x Baby!GN!Reader (no robins yet)
I'm lost at sea without a friend. This journey, will it ever end?
You're so small in his arms. A small bundle wrapped in a light yellow blanket, knitted so lovingly by your mother charred and smudged with soot and ash.
Your fingers curl into a tight grip on his pointer finger as you whimper behind the oxygen mask secured on your little face. Part of an emergency kit he keeps on him, a small tank of oxygen just enough to help a person who is struggling to breathe.
Bruce has never held a child so small, at least not one as precious as you. Sure, he's kissed babies cheeks for the press and smiled indulgently at young children on the street when they wave at him.
But you're different. Your eyes are glazed over with tears, your skin warm from the fire that blazes behind both of you. Your hair lays over your forehead in that baby-soft way that hair is, its long and he brushes a curl away from your eye as you quietly fuss.
The arson behind Bruce is one of his concerns, for sure. A work of Firefly, destruction without meaning and the loss of innocent lives that can never be brought back.
He's not a total sociopath, he's devastated that he was not able to help those poor people...But... When he looks at you and sees a million things, an entire universe, a child who must be some sort of familial soulmate to him with how much he yearns to keep you in his arms forever; it's hard not to think that the loss of life was worth it, if it means Bruce got to meet you.
He slinks away from the crime scene as firefighters pull in, lurking in the darkness and watching with keen eyes as they work tirelessly to put out the fire. He knows that when the embers have cooled, and the dead have been found, that one body will be unaccounted for.
They will assume you were lost among the rubble, and your grave will be left empty.
He pulls his cape around you, and ducks away into the darkness. The batmobile waits, and hums to life without input when Bruce reaches it. He hesitates, a part of him that still is Bruce and not quite Batman, panics. He doesn't have a car seat.
The batmobile has autopilot, yes, but the thought of getting into a possible accident with you makes his skin crawl. He sends the car away, and takes off at a brisk pace through the dark streets of Gotham.
He'll walk the whole way if he has to. If it means he can hold you in his arms, safe and sound.
Just something short and sweet for a warmup while I work on the Vampire story <3 I know it's been a long time coming, but I hope this will satisfy you for a bit <3
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 Dark Knight of Gotham bites off more than he can handle when he tries to claim Superman as his own.
Cw: Stalking. Kidnapping. Attempted non con. Non con.
The man of steel, Superman. He was a work of art, a god made flesh. He would look beautiful, collared and begging at his feet. The power that would course through his veins....
The Bat watches through his collection of hidden cameras as the Adonis pretends to be a simple mortal. Kal-El is completely nude, Bruce's future dildo hanging heavy even while soft. Bruce massages his own pecs, teasing his nipples as he continues to observe. He's dipping a single finger into his wet hole, pinching his labia as he plays with himself. He imagines it's Kal teasing him, begging for the chance to worship Bruce's pussy.
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Silly Bat
Kal keeps up the charade of being unaware of the cameras and the mysterious Bats thirst for him. He shifts as his cock takes interest in the wet noises of his stalkers pleasure. Kal finishes the dishes before going to the living room.
He puts on a Batman porno as cover, taking his cock in hand and stroking in time with the wet noises he's focused on. Neither of them say anything as they reach orgasm.
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The Bat crouches on top of a certain apartment building, listening through his portable monitors as the kryptonite laced knockout gas settles. He drops through the other hero's hidden entrance directly into his bedroom.
Superman is sprawled out, naked, raised green and black veins unfortunately marring his normally perfect skin. Batman briefly indulges himself in stroking that gorgeous cock, feeling the weight of it, mouth watering, as it easily gets nice and hard. The glowing blue collar locks around Kal's throat, other restraints only being added as needed for easy transport.
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Clark keeps up the charade of unconsciousness even as he can feel the side effects of the green Kryptonite fade mid transportation. He wasn't expecting the aggressiveness of the Bat's attack, but he's curious enough to let the Bat think he's won for now. He remains limp even as he's carried through a cool area and laid out on a too large bed.
Does the bat have other lovers? He guesses it doesn't matter since he won't after Clark is done with him. The bat doesn't even bother to restrain him further. How insulting. He was imagining he'd at least try to chain him up until he was sure that Kal was well and truly pussy whipped.
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Bruce couldn't believe how well this was working. He was crawling across the master bed an about to see how that gorgeous dick tasted when suddenly he's flipped and pinned under Superman. The Kryptonian was easily pinning him down with one hand while the other worked on the collar. His leg shifts to press up between Bruce's legs, making him hump Superman's thigh while he tries to struggle.
With a pop the collar releases, eyes glowing red as he throws it across the room, hand clamping tighter. "Did you honestly think you could pull this off little bat? If you're that much of a desperate slut, then all you had to do was ask."
Too big fingers begin unceremoniously fucking his pussy, the hand around his throat lets him catch just enough air to keep him half conscious. Just as he's about to cum, a hard spank shocks him back from the edge. He lets out a desperate keen as Kal pulls away from him completely, looking down on his gasping, sprawled form with something like disgust. "Humans....You wanted a taste didn't you pet?"
That monster cock is slowly rutting against his face. Bruce opens his mouth and starts messily licking anything he can reach, feeling the veins pulse in response to his ministrations. He begins to reach down his own body before he's stopped by a firm grip. "You think a whore like you matters more than me right now?"
He's repositioned and slapped by the monster cock repeatedly, cunt gushing wetly at the humiliation, spit and precum mixing across his face. "Take a deep breath and open up your face cunt whore."
He's being smothered by Kal's balls, delayed gag reflex massaging the cock buried in his throat. It's pulled out painfully slowly before slamming home hard enough that his entire body jars harshly. The torment seems endless, rare opportunities to breath the only sign he's not just a toy. Finally hot, metallic, liquid ozone floods his stuffed mouth. He can't swallow fast enough, cum flooding his nose and leaking from his lips. He's left to cough, staring in growing horror and arousal at the still hard messy cock.
A hand on the back of his neck forces him on all fours, a stinging slap to his ass his only warning as he's being fingered again, but this time they're vibrating. The helplessness and intentional ignoring of his clit makes something metaphorically snap. He falls into an obscene arch, voice going high and begging. "Please......"
The fingering speeds up, Kal sounding almost fond as he runs a hand through Bruce's hair. "Such a good slut. I'm going to fuck every last braincell out of that head of yours."
Bruce's orgasm is painfully intense, Kal shoving balls deep, literally buried in Bruce's womb in one go. Every centimeter of Bruce's inner walls are being pressed, sensative nerves being crushed under the weight of that Kryptonian Cock. His clit is being painfully spanked from the force of Kal's thrusts.
His next orgasm keeps him limp, reduced to a pile of overstimulated nerves with a warm hole to fuck. The pulsing of Kal's orgasm sends him over the edge again, black spots claiming his senses as his abdomen feels too full. Kal doesn't bother to stop fucking him even as he passes out, propped up by the bruising grip on his hips.
So ya know how the Dark Multiverse opened the door to some of the most ruinous Batman around.
Well, let me offer you a Dark!Batman far worse than "The Batman Who Laughs" who likes to keep half-dead Robins on leashes:
[TW: Child Abuse and General Fucked Vibes]
To keep Dick perpetually his sidekick, right before Dick can turn 18, Bruce deages him and fakes his previous identity’s death/retirement/exit from the superhero community.
(This is also a Bruce with no ties to the wider superhero community, staying Gotham’s dark shadow and myth.)
And each “identity” is one of Dick’s brothers because each time he’s deaged, his memories get mixed up and he takes on the name of people he met in his "past" life, hallucinating his previous incarnation as a person he would have become if Bruce didn’t deage him
There are other superheroes in Gotham but they’re not associated with the Bat. Like Batwoman and Batgirl have different mantles. Spoiler stays solo and so does Huntress, Black Canary, etc The Birds of Prey do not work with the Bats and probably call themselves something different.
Only Cass is still associated with Bruce, but thinks Tim (aka Dick’s third identity) is mentally unwell and requires Bruce to keeps him semi-isolated and monitored. "Tim" then “disappears” after a bad fight with Bruce and leaves behind a message for Cass not to find him.
Bruce than introduces her to Damian (Dick’s fourth identity) who claims he ran Tim out. Cass, heartbroken her brother is gone and doesn’t want contact, leaves Gotham to find herself. Leaving Damian alone with Bruce.
Three years pass.
Dimension traveling variants of our lovely BatBros + Bruce from a semi-canon-compliant Good Dad!Bruce universe appear and ask this universe’s Batman for help to get home.
And Awful!Bruce agrees as he doesn’t want them to interact with the wider superhero community.
BatBros + Good!Bruce then discover Damian, who is hallucinating his brothers. Awful!Bruce spins them a sob story: that all his previous sons died in an explosion and Damian is so traumatized, he keeps forgetting and pretending they’re alive. That’s also why Cass isn’t around.
The Good!Fam take it at semi-face value. It definitely explains why Awful!Bruce is so off and isolated. After all, Bruce nearly loses it after Jason died. If all three were to go at once in such a violent fashion it traumatizes Damian so severely, of course Batman won't be fairing much better.
But then things just...stop adding up. Damian too off. The few files they have access to in the Batcave don't make a lot of sense. And where the hell is Alfred?
Determined to uncover the truth, they decide to go digging.
And lets just say they're not going to love what they find :P
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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SUMMARY: Bruce is not above jealousy and you’ll have to suffer the consequences of your actions.
WARNINGS: Non-Con; Toxic/Abusive Relationship.
AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.
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The pretty make-up you had carefully applied hours ago is now gone, washed away by the incessant tears and not even the elegant hair braid was able to survive, now completely disfigured.
What had everything to be a dreamy night at a Gala turned out to be a nightmare.
Bruce has set a ruthless rhythm, slowly pulling out up to his tip before ramming into you, the violence of his thrusts jolting your entire body every single time.
Your weak whimpers, red eyes and miserable face mean nothing to your boyfriend, a nearly stoic expression plastered on his face as he fucks you. His strong forearms are pressed to the sides of your head as he leans forward, caging you in.
His dark curls glued to his forehead, only a thin layer of sweat covering his face. A particularly hard thrust has you gasping, a shattering pain spreading through your pelvis, not to mention your poor pussy being too sore to keep up with the never ending abuse.
Your lips tremble as you pleadingly look at Bruce, hoping he’d find compassion in his heart for you.
In return you only get a cold glare, not a single trace of regret in his eyes,
“Don’t look at me like that because you know you deserve this.” he grunts, his jaw ticking with anger. “This is all your fault. If you knew how to behave properly instead of acting like a complete slut, this wouldn’t happen.”
His thrusts gain more force, if that’s even possible, and you sob as a new batch of warm tears soak your face. Of pain, of humiliation, of regret.
It’s moments like this that you wish you had never met Bruce in your life. His cock throbs inside you, a low curse falling out of his lips and you desperately hope he’s getting closer to his release.
Bruce squints his eyes at you, his brows contorting with pleasure and he fucks you faster, his steady pace changing into a rageful one, his thrusts so vigorous and powerful that the whole bed creaks in protest.
“I leave you for one fucking second and you’re already all over another guy. Fucking whore.” an animalistic growl comes out of him as he slams into you one last time, finally reaching his orgasm.
You helplessly lay there, hurt and sore, feeling his cum slowly oozing out of you, your cunt gone numb with pain.
Bruce doesn’t waver, remaining balls deep inside you. He drops his head, joining his forehead with yours, the only sounds in the room being your small sniffles.
“Don’t do it again, alright?” Bruce presses a surprisingly gentle kiss on your lips and you whimper as he moves his hips,
“Cause I will fuck you however many times it’s needed until you learn not to behave like a slut.”
You shouldn't have gotten married. You knew what he'd been through, what he lost, you knew it all. But you still... Well, when your husband asked, you said yes. You told Bruce and it was like watching the shutters come down over his eyes.
There you went. Yet another ex. Things weren't always easy with Bruce, even if you did feel seen with him, unlike any other. It's... What's making you a bad spouse.
The dinner party continued in the other room, your husband playfully answering Bruce's kid's sullen questions, your family chatting easily with the friends you invited over. And you were down the hall, in the kitchen, your leg hiked up over the crook of Bruce's elbow, your other foot dangling, barely touching the floor. He took on all of your weight, his thick forearm pressing against your lower back to push you up against his body, thick cock pressed deep inside of you. Worst of all, he was going slow. The tedious drag of his erection slowly pressing in and out of you, while his mouth stayed pressed against your neck, lips parted enough to feel his hot, damp breath against our skin. If it was a few months prior, if it was just you two, he'd be sucking gently on your neck, with a brutal pace to his hips, deeper and deeper into you.
But now, he was just holding you tightly, bodies pressed against each other, with you stifling your noises in the shoulder of his pressed white shirt. He was so big, so good, so all encompassing that you were drowning in him, in pleasure, tears pricking your eyes as he refused to speed up.
"Bruce, plea-" You tried to mumble but he just pressed into you deeper, hitting something sensitive inside of you.
"Not until you promise that you won't go." It's the most raw you ever heard him. The most selfish you ever heard him. "You'll make it clear where you are if you want, who you're with, I don't care. Keep coming back."
His blunt nails dug into your skin.
"F-Fine! Yes, god, please-"
His lips twitched into a crooked smile against your shoulder and Bruce pressed you against the counter top, pace kicking up. Giving you permission to cum all over his cock finally.
a/n: Ive finally created a way to do personal work and requests at the same time!! My hiatus is over as now I’m going to be pumping works out more often!!
A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!
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Something wasn't right.
The Arkham Knight had been chasing you for what seemed like ages. He was so determined to get you, and you had no clue why. You should’ve known to leave whenever you were told to, but you had to be stupid and missed the buses. If only you learned from your mistakes, you wouldn't be where you are now, cornered in an alleyway with this militarized robot on your tail.
He seemed closer than ever now, finally in view. The only source of light being his helmet. He stopped his chase and slowed down to a slow walk, the sound of his boots hitting the ground with every step he took. A taunt nonetheless. You backed closer into the wall trying to disappear. His steps stopped, and leather touched your face forcing your head up. You still kept your eyes shut, not wanting to face the man who's been hunting you for game.
"Look at how scared you are… You scared I'm gonna hurt you?" His robotic voice echoed in your ear. All you could do is nod. "Now why would you think that?" His gloved hand trailed lower, fingers grazing your collarbone. One dug its way in, feeling your bone, as if some kind of awkward massage.
“Please, dont hurt me…” You begged out, finally opening your eyes to look at just how close he was to you. The automated voice within his headpiece, his heavy breathing echoing all around you. Just another way his mere presence taunted you.
“Scarecrow certainly was right, you're one of the pretty ones, it's sad that all that is going to waste. Just for a pitiful job.” That's when you felt it, the barrel of a gun right in your abdomen. The metal was cold, yet stung.
You were going to die here, and no one would even recall or remember you.
He seemed hesitant, to say he's killed people all night. You couldn't comprehend it, why isn't he getting it over with?
“I don't have to kill you though, now do I? Scarecrow just wants you gone, he never said ``indefinitely dead.” He looked off to the side as if he was weighing his options. “ We can't have anything happen to the cloudburst tonight, and you're one of the few people who worked on it.” His gun slowly moved away, the sting of the cold metal disappearing.
“You're not going to kill me…?”
“Nope, it seems as if you've gotten the better of me. However, I do want to have a bit of fun first.”
He pushed you further into the wall, your flimsy clothes getting torn off in the process. He was trying to get everything off as quickly as possible.
You cried out as he popped off your bra, your chest flying out. He pinched at them laughing when you squealed out.
He pulled down his military pants along with his boxers, cock popping out. He was leaking pre. “This is what a night of stress and muder does to you. And just the sight of you has me like this, now go ahead and touch it.” You shook your head as he finally let go of you.
“N-NO I don't want to.” You choked on your own tears.
“You don't want to?! Oh sweetheart you just don't know do you?”
The Knight grabbed at your hair and banged your head against the wall. You screamed out in pain collapsing to the ground, head in hands. You touched your head, the tips of your fingers coming back red. It wasn't anything life threatening but was still there
“I when I tell you to d something, you better fucking do it! You hear me!?!” He growled at you hysterically.
“Yes! Yes…” You cried out. He laughed at you stroking his cock, precum leaking on your bruised body.
“This is just turning me on even more! Now sweetheart, get back to it.” You reluctantly grabbed at his girth stroking him, his juices coating your fingers. He groaned out, helmet glowing in the night. His hand fell on top of your own speeding up your pace
“That's it, get it all nice and wet. In a minute this is going straight inside those sweet little guts of yours, I hope you're not a virgin… who am I kidding if I just happen to take that too and kill Batman, god this would be the most awesome night don't cha think?” You kept silent, tears falling down your face even more.
He was right.
You were a virgin.
The Knight grabbed you by your hair once again and pulled you back up, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist. “And would you look at that, you're already dripping!” he dug his fingers inside you, scooping out your juices. He then smeared them all over your face, a mixture of cum and tears painting you.
“I don't think you’d mind it if I Slipped in real quick?” He grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing the head in between your folds. The noise it made disgusted you, why were you so aroused with how he was treating you? Are you the monster here?
He bottomed out inside you, your head falling back in a breathy gasp. He was huge, and you could feel him splitting you apart.
But he didnt care.
He instantly got to work bouncing you on his cock, nothing else mattering. His gloves holding you closer to him by your back. Your walls clamped down on him in a instant, The Knight let out a breathy moan pushing you into the wall in a sex filled frenzy.
It was almost passionate if he didn't beat you up beforehand,breaking your walls down where you would be susceptible to him.
“Shit I’m about to cum so deep inside those guts, fucking-”He paused chasing his high before stopping and you knew instantly what happened as a new found warmth filled you. You fell slumped against his shoulder. “Look at that, just bred you baby…”
“No… I dont… I cant-” He shushed you quickly,hitting a button on the side of his mask. It came up in a set of gears and mechanics. He leaned in kissing you passionately.
“Shit, I’m going to have to keep you for sure… You cant be running around while I kill that freak of nature huh?”
OMG so some time ago I made a post about batman in the 2022 film possibly having DID and I just now learned about Batman of zur en arrh which is an alternate personality of batman's that is basically batman with no human attachments. Batman of zur en arrh isn't like an alternate universe batman; He's this dormant personality inside him and when he wakes up normal batman is out. When normal Batman wakes up he doesn't remember being batman of zur en arrh.
In one of the comics apparently, idk which one, I dont read comics, I just let internet people explain them too me ya know, anyways, batmanZNR wakes up and decided to build a killer robot that will kill batman if he ever breaks his no kill rule. but then the robot gets activated mistakenly so now the whole batfam it trying to fight off the killer robot that apparently batman build but has no recollection of.
This is like literally what happens in DID. I mean not the part about building a killer robot, of course, people with DID don't turn into like leather (or whatever) armor wearing weirdos that build killer robots but normal batman does things like punching higher dimensional beings in the face in between beating up criminals in alleyways soo...
