Very Random But Batfamily With A Reader That Just Favors Tim. They Have A Whole Space Under His Desk

Did you ever think of a situation where neglected reader lashes out at the bat family?

Totally but... That's for a specific fic I am working on. Most of my work they don't lash out because they're kids or pre-teen, doesn't understand anything or feelings and are scared to talk because they still believe that the family would love them<3

Other Side Of Life.

Yandere batboy × reader.

Synopsis: After being captured by batman you're now forced to live with his mentally deranged sons.

Warning: violence, nonconsensual touching/kissing, breaking ankle, stalking, creepy behaviour.

Never in eons could you imagine to be taken by batman himself.

It was a total dream to be able to leave behind the life of being in the street of Gotham, filled with vile and disgusting people ready to strike havoc any moment.

You didn't have to worry about food or water anymore. You didn't have to beg anyone to pity you and humiliate yourself for a penny now.

Drenched by the rain as your messy hair somewhat helps to hide your face, you couldn't even face him. He was a hero and you were just some thief taking a big opportunity.

Batman was like an angel sent by God to you, taking a low life like you and giving you a place you could call home.

He didn't hesitate you could tell, just saw you standing there under the rain with his batarang which you intended to sold for money.

To him you weren't the hideous and dirty kid you reflect upon yourself, you were just a kid that needed help and a family.

That's why he took you in without hesitation.

But, he could never imagined how him taking you in and providing you with wealth and a 'family' was way worse than leaving you on the street that faithful night.

Dick was the first person you were introduced to, he was older and much more chaotic than you could ever be.

He was excited to see you, holding your hands and taking you to his room showing you his stuff and already planning a way to share his room or any of the stuff he owns.

He was the first you warmed up to without thinking.

You two grew up together.

But as time's get old things started to felt off.

Ever since the day you fist step your foot inside the manor Dick was attached to you by the hip, hugging or even atleast a little contact with you was a must.

Bruce thought that Dick was clingy because he obviously was traumatized by his parents death and you being close to his age might have something to do with the clingy action. He wasn't wrong at all.

To Dick you were one of the first person ge felt somewhat comfortable around, ever since the death of his parents he had some attachments issue, afraid that anyone he love would die so he rather have himself surgically attached to you than leave you alone.

As he grew the haunting feeling of his hand remain, sometimes he'll be bold enough to place it on your waist or fully cuddling with you during movie night.

His warmth was extremely comfortable he knew and took advantage of that by forcing you to sit extremely close to him. As the movie progress he would lean closer, his hands clinging around your shoulder or stomach.

Before you could even tell what's the matter with him your head would be on his chest his head resting on yours, his hands around your stomach or if he's feeling great your thigh.

He was also the reason you didn't have any good enough friends in middle and elementary school.

Bruce being the overprotective father send you to the same school as him. At first it was alright you had Dick and you weren't that bad at making friends, it was supposed to be easy.

Dick made everything difficult, he wasn't in the same class as you but he did held somewhat of a contract over your own class. Making the girl's that like him spend time's with you and telling them to not let you talk to any girl or boy other than them or himself.

You found it ridiculous but he did excuse himself.

Telling you that the world was too bitter and dead for someone like you and how you would appreciate him soon enough.

He would deliberately ruin your date by accidentally crashing it or by scaring the guy away. No one ever had a crush on you and that was like a rule.

The worse you ever saw him was during his first debut as Nightwing.

You never really like the vigilante life and Bruce knowing this information completely forbidden you to be one. He himself announced that you do not need further issue by being a vigilante and he wanted you to pursue what you wanted in life.

Dick completely agree but he just wish you could atleast be an assistant.

"Little bird, you do realise that I have to live in blüdhaven now?" His voice struck out as you continue making your coffee.

With a small hum you replied a yes, you didn't bother to even stare or stop your movement.

"I was thinking, how about you stay with me? The manor is too big and I just wanted you to help me" Dick spoke.

You could tell that he was walking towards you, his presence becoming more intense.

He place his hands by your side trapping you. You were now standing between him and the marble counter.

You could felt his breath on your neck as he tilted his head towards your ear leaning in.

You felt defeated, after all the year you spent with batman you weren't the best at responding to situation like this. It made you feel weak and somewhat fearful.

"What do you say, birdie'?" his voice was low and clear, his right hand slowly retreading only for you to felt it on your waist.

His hand slowly wrap around your waist like a snake as your breath hitched. His tone felt like there was only one right answer... It felt threating.

You were about to reply until Bruce walk in the kitchen and Dick hurriedly change his position.

Jason Todd the second son and Batman worst failure.

He was a sweet and active boy, when he first saw you he wasn't shy he went straight to the point and called you strange...

He was just like Dick as a kid but less flexible and more immature.

You showed him around the house and he even complimented your room decoration.

During his days as Robin he would give you small gift like plucked flowers and if he's feeling good a little jewelery not too expensive or cheap.

You two matched eachother and connect really fast, maybe because you two did came from similar situation.

But after his death he was a different person.

He wasn't the Todd you knew he was just violent and extremely possessive of you and everything you count as yours.

Everytime you enter your bedroom there was a high chance that Todd would be sitting manspreading on your chair or bed. Like a hungry predator waiting for it's prey.

Sometimes when he is mad he would break some of your things or vases inside the manor and left it laying on your bed as a way to tell you to stop angering him.

He wasn't good at talking and his ways of telling you things were puzzling at times.

Being around him was like screaming 'dont talk to me'. Even if any guy or girl is brave enough to strike a conversation it'll end quickly.

"He-" "Who the hell do you think you are talking?" His voice was already low and threating...

"im just going to as-" "Piss off before I break your nose".

He was over protective and affectionate in his ways, you protested but he would only just stare down at you and scoff.

"What do you know about the true world, you've been trapped inside that shitty manor for year's on end... Don't try to lecture me on life, doll" he would spit out.

He called you delicate and fragile like a doll, you needed to be preserved and he's there to help you. He wouldn't let a finger ruin your purity he reserved that for himself.

He didn't understand why you resisted him too much, it was a normal day. You didn't even expected to see him in your room and the moment you saw his figure you didn't even have time to scream.

His hands instantly went and grab you pushing you onto your bed as his lips met yours. In a messy and aggressive kiss he pushed himself futher onto you.

Your struggling doesn't matter, the scare you were leaving by scratching his biceps as hard as you could even leaving faint blood did not matter, all those violent only lead to him wanting more.

Sloppy kissing you and wishing you claim you that same night. He wanted you to under that it was supposed to be and resisting would only lead to exhaustion and failure.

You didn't know how tough and rought the world was... and those so called hero could never compete against him, that is why he's the one you needed not his stupid sibling or his replacement.

Tim was the weirdest and most intelligent.

He became Robin because he wanted to and at first you didn't even try to open up to him.

Tim was fully aware of Bruce identity and yours as well. It was creepy on how informed he was about you when everything about you was kept very private.

He was a true nerd and a try hard, he was always competiting with Jason... Giving you a bouquet because he knew Jason used to give you flower during his day as Robin.

He even went further by writing you letters extremely long one, detailing your everyday life and his weird feeling which he explained in a very detailed and gruesome way.

Each letter were written in such ways you couldn't help but somewhat felt alerted.

Tim was constantly up your personal life. If you weren't present in the manor he would call or text you atleast one time per minutes.

Asking you where you were, who you were with, your location, media of the people your with and even asking for you to face call so he cab make clarify that you were safe.

He doesn't need to go that far he knew exactly where you were but he would never passed an opportunity to hear your voice, or even show you how capable he is of taking care of you.

"Where were you?" he questioned, you already answered him three times but he kept repeating himself.

You were getting tired so you just ignored him.

"You don't even realised how idiotic it was to step into Gotham without informing me or atleast Alfred!" He continued, you could felt his gaze and how pissed off he was.

He kept on yelling, you couldn't tell if he was unhinged or just the lack of sleep getting into him.

But you never thought he would physically attacked you.

Tim angered went out of control and he pounced at you, you yelled scream and scratched him nothing worked.

His hand went for your ankle and before you could even do anything you heard yourself scream your lungs out and s sharp pain you felt sending shock throughout your body.

The scrunching sound of your bone breaking was loud you could clearly hear it... Hot tears stream down your cheek as you instinctively hold onto your broken knee.

Tim's hand reach for your cheek and wipe the tear... as he lick the tear from his finger a smirk on his face.

He didn't want you to disobey and talk to anyone beyond the Manor, all you needed was them. But, you liked walking abit too much and he had no choice but to break your ankle.

It was the most logical way to solve the problem, if you continue being bad he would wait for your ankle to heal and only for him to break it. He would repeat that process until you learn to listen.

In every universe that a neglected! Reader dies, I can't help but think "Yeah, that's tracks." Because in my mind, whenever a neglectful!batfam author makes the reader die, I think that in every alternate universe of that universe Readers are destined to die, does that make sense? (P. S it's my birthday 🤭🤭)

No, cause for me Reader is like Peter Parker someone who cannot win in life. Plus it's a perfect revenge when they die (I don't know how that work) Reader is just destine to die and the one that don't die suffer the most. and HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU! I LOVE YOU FOR BEING ABLE TO CELEBRATE YOUR WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY... unlike someone that kept on dying... For your birthday I'll post tomorrow<333 Happy wonderful birthday and drink apple juice cause I love em.

My country is very close to war so sorry for the delay upload. (I also have tests coming up 🫡)

Yandere batfamily x Reader

Imagine a scenario where Reader isn't being negelected and Reader is the one neglecting them instead.

Reader who isn't even that interesting constantly being pampered by their family members so that they could be called their favourite.

Dick who tried his best ever since Reader became part of the family wanting to be the first person they can rely on.

Dick: "If you ever have a problem just call me you know I'll always make time for you, little wing"

Reader: "You have nothing important in your life going on... Im sure I'll be much happy if you were even abit busy once"

It doesn't matter how great his achievements are the only time Reader every acknowledge him was when he was moving out.

Dick: "You'll visit me right, little wing?"

Reader: "Sure... Your new debut as Nightwig is just so... amazing!"

Dick: "Nightwing you meant-"

Reader: "Whatever, I can't wait to take your room!"

Reader does not acknowledge Dick achivement in life and thinks they're just slacking off, they do not like his shitty dating life as well.

*Dick talking to you about love and how you should be careful.*

Reader: "May your kind of love never find me".

Dick: "...Wow"

Reader: "Supposed to Amen to that"

Jason Todd who tried to impress Reader by showing of his skill and just because he wanted to be praised by you.

Jason: "I assure you my skill are the best in Gotham".

Reader: "Not the best in the world means you're the worst... Talk to when you have some senses".

Tim was also a problem for Reader, he was constantly boasting about his intelligent and grade little did Reader know... He was only boasting to get praise specifically from you.

Tim: "Look I got a 98.4 on my math exam, impressive?"

Reader: "...What happened to the other 1.6?"

Reader absolutely do not like to be near Tim and avoid him most because to Reader, Tim was a little obnoxious little boy who like to talk big about his intelligent which annoyed Reader.

Damian always somewhat admire you, you weren't strict and you do not like kid's like him... He was shocked to see you rejecting him only for him to make it his mission to make you think otherwise..

Damian: "I supposed you'll find my painting quite pleasant"

*Damian showing his extremely hyper realistic painting of you completely with an extremely detailed background that took him month's to finished.*

Reader: "Cool"

*Reader when they saw Jon horribly drawing a stickman.*

Reader: "Oh my fucking God! This is genius! Im going to put it on the fridge! Im so proud of you Jon what a wonderful artist you are that stickman totally have a very deep meaning. So proud!"

Damian: "..."

Bruce who just wanted to be the best father for you only.

Bruce: "Im so proud of you... im glad to have an offspring as great as you are, kid"

Reader: "You're my FATHER?!"

*Reader who thought Bruce took them in as a guest and have no clue he adopted them.*

- Hush now Crybaby.

YANDERE BATFAMILY X NEGLECTED READER.

\\ Part 1 // \\ Part 2 // \\ Part 3 //.

You would stay by your rotting corpse, gently brushing your hair out of your face or just starting at it in general. Your corpse was becoming stiff and extremely cold, at times you tried to warm it by holding it.

A soft sigh left your mouth as you give up on trying to warmth the body display infront of you.

"How much longer do I have to wait...?"

You've been thinking alot, wondering why your body is still chained to Earth and you realised your physical body never got the rest it deserves.

The body laying on your coffin underground was a decoy made by your father, as twisted as it sound he only did it in hope of putting your soul back into the body.

Alfred and Bruce knew that, they knew that your current physical body was hidden inside the batcave. Alfred was hesitant at first but Bruce assure him that what he was doing might be morally wrong but it was the best option they have, if they want a new start.

Even after death nothing was better, your life only change slightly and it was for the worst. No one could see or interact with you, but you can uncover all the secrets which was alot more depressing than you expected.

You've found out how your mother died recently after a drug overdose... She was found stiff and unresponsive in her motel and a foam seeping out her mouth, surprisingly everything was clean, no missing things or any sing of struggle.

It was ruled as a sucide, the media claimed it as 'Woman killed herself after her daughter died of her neglection' it was Ironic... You couldn't help but stump your feet a little at that information, first your mother would never neglect you... and Second she was the best mother you could wish for.

You couldn't bear the silence inside the room so you decided to go outside to check on a particular individual.

Dick Grayson.

He was sitting infront of your grave cleaning it with his bare hand, replacing the previous flowers with Rose's. Since your relationship with him was on the edge when you died he doesn't even know your particular taste in flowers , as a result he would pick out new flowers everyday and replace them each day.

Your ghostly figure sit next to his watching him clean your grave once again, atleast he was being productive. Some especially Tim was coping in an unhealthy way.

Locked himself and barely ate anything, everything reminded him of you... His favourite coffee was now leaving an extremely bitter taste on his tongue, it was only because he realised how involved you were in his life and how without you his daily routine weren't the same.

Tim have also started to spiral into madness, doing research on you instead of his usual detective work. Who have hurt you and who have been nasty to you, he was willing to do anything but blame himself for your death or the family.

He's been looking back at every video footage of you and him and storing it into new files each file were specifically made for each video.

"Im sorry little wing... I couldn't find anything new today, so you'll have to take this for today"

Grayson gently murmured as he pluck out the old Lily's- old by one day - Wiping the vase carefully, holding as if it were the most fragile vase in the word.

"Life been abit hard... I know I shouldn't burden you with my problem especially when... You never had them. But, Kory and I took a break..."

His voice was more high-pitched than normal... Yet he continues to look after your grave, dealing it with great tenderness.

His mind flashing back to everything he had done wrong, prioritising joker over you... He remembered how he left you inside a burning building and instead saved the joker, as a result you got a nasty burn mark on your left hand.

Although he doesn't know who to blame you or the joker. Cause you're a hero, he thought you could save yourself... It doesn't matter that you were like what 7? Thought he did half heartily apologise after being lectured by Bruce.

"If you were back... Everything would be fine, im not blaming you of course... Just, I don't know anything good from bad especially after you left us"

"I do not know what possess you to be so reckless... I can't imagine what you must have felt but it's selfish"

"If you were here, Kory and I would take you before any of those... people could. It'll be just the three of us, I'll be the one you will depend on... You won't need to worry anymore, We'll never let you get hurt. Never again"

Dick continues to pour his heart out and slowly he began to smile, his mood began to shift from gloomy to thrilled, suggesting places and activities as if you were still alive.

If anybody was to come across this interaction it's either they'll lable him as mentally challenged or is high on sadness that they ended up talking to a grave.

You stood up getting ready to walk away, it's abit hard to pity them. They never acknowledged you when you were breathing and it's messed up that they only care after realising their mistakes.

"...Huh?"

A mysterious man was standing infront of you, you wouldn't be startled if he wasn't staring right into your eyes. A white lantern...?

You know him only because of the file you would read when you were bored out of your mind. Bruce must have called him, afterall he was a very new and surprising face to see in Gotham.

"...Nice to meet you?"

After your short introduction and your very long introduction on why he must not interfere at all, because as much as it suck being a ghost being alive with your current family would be hell.

Thought he does not seem to value your opinion at all, directly telling Bruce about your presence.

"You can speak... she can hear you"

Deadman informed Bruce.

"I apologise for my negligence and your mother unexpected death. She was a great woman just like you... I don't expect you to forgive so easily but, I want to see you smile again"

You didn't utter a word. You wanted to comfort him yet it was hard pitting the same man who avoid your presence when you were alive.

"Can't you bring her back...?"

"No, she's too far gone"

Your corpse look fine from outside but your inside were rotting and molding. Bruce tried his best yo preserve your body but what's gone is gone. All you want is for your body to rest.

"I refuse to believe. There must be a way for her to be back."

"I have no saying in logic. But there are artifact's that allows one to see ghost"

"I will do anything to see that smile again... I want to apologise to her face to face as well"

Your Father was one of the rare people in the family taking the responsibility in your death, this wasn't the first time he utter an apology. He would slept in your bed missing you, crying or talking in his sleep apologising it seem as the guilt never stopped chasing him.

Though he was the same man who left you unattended during gala surrounded by random man while you were a child. The same one who lecture your brother for leaving you in a fire only because he would have to explain why the burnt mark was there and not because it was wrong.

It was only natural for guilt to cling onto him the longest, he already lost Jason. But you were different, Jason died while having a somewhat happy memories. You died with nothing but bitterness and salty tears.

As much as you would love to fulfill your father's dream you couldn't help but be uncomfortable.

You've overhead Bruce and Jason conversation once and you regretted it. Jason being the most experienced in dying suggested the worst thing possible.

A new bedroom, made just for your liking.

A dingy room with chains to restrain you. All the window must have bars, even if you somehow managed to broke the iron chain you wouldn't be able to jump out and possibly risk breaking a bone.

"It's a necessity, I went mad when I came back, what gives you the idea that she won't be the same and in our case you'll be her first victim"

Jason harshly spit out. You couldn't help but disagree you wouldn't dare to hurt your family, even if they have hurt you in unexplainable ways. Your heart still ache for them in vain.

"Even if she dare to break out I have another method, far more wise and useful but I rather we use it as a last resort"

The last resort was, smashing your ankle. It was simple and Jason already have experience to make sure you won't be in more pain than necessary.

To put anything between your foot and for that object to be used as a support, tying the foot and arm's to restrain you. With a hammer all they have to do was to smash the bone into pieces, you wouldn't be able to walk at all but it was also necessary to treat the bone to avoid disability.

If the bone was to be left to heal by itself it would reconstruct themselves wrong leaving you to excruciating pain, not being able to depend on your foot and you might need to cut your foot off.

Another reason why you dread to be brought back, no amount of convincing or pleading would make them understand... They'll break you and rebuild you as if that was nothing.

They can't treat you like a daughter or a sister even tho they seem so willing... To you they only love you because of the guilt and not because they understand.

Damian was a reason itself, didn't even let a single tear drop during your funeral and the visit at the hospital. He did cry in secret which was pleasant to watch.

He's either beating people into pulp for the smallest crime or is actively trying to bring you back in another form. He have asked Raven to assist him but even the girl found it inhuman, suggesting for him to just mourn you and let your soul be in peace.

It was now noon the whole family jam inside the living room discussing.

"She can't be brought back? Jason died, the Lazarus pit can and must brought her back"

Damian argued, as much as he doesn't wanted to be emotional your absence was taking a toll on him.

You were the first to treat him like a human and he took that for granted. When he realised others weren't as understanding as you were he would get bothered... As much as he hate you that was just the crust of his heart, to him the core matter more... It was totally not an excuse for his horrible behaviour.

"You haven't tried that, father we must try before coming into conclusion!"

"I have tried Damian, nothing worked. Her body was rotting from the inside I was not aware"

Finally Barbara spoke up.

"You have tried? I have been visiting her grave everyday when did you di-"

"It was a decoy"

Jason decided to told the truth. The room felt into a long silence and suddenly shouting and names. They weren't happy that Bruce didn't tell them about the decoy, to them that was a breach of trust Bruce desperately tried to build after your death.

"Silence! There is another way we can see her, Deadman suggested using special artifact's that allows people to see ghost... We will us that as a temporary comfort and we'll find a way to bring her back... with us "

Everybody agreed, unknowns to them you were contemplating life whether you should leave your family and risk the chance of being brought back to life against your will or... Leave.

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- Better man.

BatBoys x Reader.

SYPNOSIS: Catching your boyfriend broke your heart, turns out he wasn't the only option in the family.

WARNING: Cheating, angst - happy, shit post.

Character: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd.

- Jason Todd.

It's been day's almost a week and the only thing you have been doing is crying nonstop, every second, every minute nonstop. Your silk pillow was now drench in your salty tears and snot, only your bed was a mess you didn't have the muscle to throw a tantrums it was as your whole muscle were cut into pieces leaving you to merged with your bed.

Your heart was slowly tearing apart into pieces, your body completely gave up on supporting it's need. Ignoring the painful ache of your stomach as you kept of weeping into your pillow, trying to replicate the feeling you felt when he held you dearly in his arms.

Your eyelids were burning hot from all the tears you have let out and your hair were forming a messy nest. Drowing yourself in sorrow and water forgetting about eating anything healthy. For a week you haven't eaten anything, maybe it was because you just wanted to hurt yourself that way to punish yourself for your action.

Dick was Special to you, he was your first in everything. He was charming and flirty but you only assume those traits were just some persona that will leave with times. How wrong you were.

He would hold you under the blanket and whisper nothing but sweet into your ears and you even though of marrying him. You've met Bruce and his while siblings, you two were planning on building a family of your own.

The ring on your bedside table was doing it's best to bring the tear out of you, he purpose two week ago. The happiest day of your life happened two week ago and on monday you saw him in your shared bed with some girls.

You dropped the cake on the floor and silent followed, nobody move it was an awkward stare down. Your fiance arm's were wrapped around her like he was protecting her from you. The same way he used to comfort you during all those traumatic experience.

That day was a nightmare, he didn't try or even tried to salvage what was left. You wanted to beg, to beg for him to apologise... You just wanted the boy you fell inlove with back, the same one who would hold you dearly in his arm's enveloping you in his warmth, shushing the monsters away. That day the boy you loved died.

You started into his eyes before you left your shared apartment, trying your best to cover the silent cry for help. It was stupid of you to want him back after everything but he was your world. It was hard to believe that everything wad fake.

"Say something... please"

You silently plead for him, you just wanted him to say he was sorry and how he would change, be a better man for you and forget this all ... But that was a fairytale wasn't it?

"Do you need any money for your new apartment?"

Your heart sting so much. He was being kind, but kindness was not what you needed you need him not his kindness. You took a big air and left, a feeling of sorrow hanging onto your shoulder ever since.

Just before you could continue crying again a knock on your door interrupted you.

"Dollface are you still crying...? Im coming in"

Before you could argue Jason opened the door of your room the shining ray of the sun hitting you hard, you couldn't face anybody in that situation especially not the brother of your ex.

You just cover yourself in your blanket, your eyes were extremely puffy and red, your nose red and runny, hair is just like a bird nest just alot more unorganised and the ring on the table still mocking you.

His presence was heavy and out of place inside your dingy room, he sat down on your bed with a thump his eyes staring into yours, unlike Grayson his eyes felt like a void ready to suck your soul in... What a way to realise you haven't gotten over your ex-fiance.

"I warned you didn't I? That idiot only destroy heart while protecting his"

Well jason was mad at you and mostly Dick. He warned you about him on how Dick have a problem with settling, you've taken his warning as a light joke. Because during those days Grayson was your sun and you were just some star it seem now.

"Look at you crying... You're a mess. Over him of all people I've known..."

He seem to have noticed the ring on the table and without hesitation he knock it into the trash bin. You watched in horror as your precious ring fell and land amongst the trash.

"He-"

"It's just some stone... It doesn't hold a value as long as it was given without love. You will forget and get past him whether you liked it or not"

Sometimes you forgot how Jason talked just like your mother would, maybe it was because he was spending too much time with her.

Maybe he was right... It's just some stone given to you. What important was the man infront of you, even when you look just like the definition of garbage he wa willing to look at you and help you heal. Unlike when you were with him, living in constant fear that he might left you if you slip up in any way or form.

"Why are you helping me?"

"...Your mother asked me to"

His answer wasn't the most pleasant one... But he was still the one picking you up an building you anew. Maybe just maybe he was the right one? He was indeed the one who started at you with admiration even at your smallest achievement, the one who wouldn't hold you down for wanting something... It was wrong to love him but it could be cancelled out with what your ex-fiance could done.

Christmas dinner would be awkward but who cares?

"Now you're smiling? You're a real emotional rollercoaster no wonder why our boy wonder couldn't handle you"

"Maybe you could?"

"Anything for you doll"

- Dick Grayson.

You've become too tired to even continue your sobbing, it's been almost a week but you were not done blaming yourself and putting his need first as usual. You've known him when he was just a carefree Robin you were his first girlfriend afterall. Helped him countless of timea, supported his decision even tho they weren't the brightest and even talk shit about batman with him.

Yet if you were to be asked how you were as a girlfriend only one word count sum it up... terrible. Maybe it was because you could give him space after his resurrection, couldn't handle his new self... Couldn't comfort him better. He forgive him when he shot you but he couldn't bring himself to forgive you when you sided with batman after his death.

You thought you were Special to him, special enough to stop him from killing anyone but turns out you were special enough that the first person he tried to kill was indeed you.

The bullet wound was still visible, you tolerated his Sudden burst of anger... Everything about him scared terrible yet you couldn't bring yourself to leave him.

Every injury he would kiss them away vowing to protect you even from himself, even when he shot you he regretted it you swore. His words were enough to trap you, he was your boy and you would rather kill everybody else than him.

It was after another stupid argument you ran his older brother Grayson, he took you under his wing whenever you and Jason have problem. Unlike him he was gently with you treating your every wound with care and unspoken love... It was different from Jason who was rought but loving in his way.

The change of space was addictive and sometimes you would catch yourself willingly run in his arm's... Another reason why you are terrible and unfit for Jason, Grayson noticing your horrible behaviour of putting yourself down decided to educate you in his ways. A movie, it was supposed to be a harmless bounding time with your supposed to be in-law.

But that night only changed you for worst. Torn between him and Jason one bringing heaven to your gate and one taking heaven for you.

When you came back home to ask for forgiveness and confess your disgusting feelings only for you to stand infront of another girl. Your towel wrap around her curvy figure and she reek of your own expensive products, she seem unbothered and just blanky staring down at you.

That moment was hell itself, you felt as if your body was shrinking down as gloomy air surrounded you invading your lungs... You felt as if you were drowning from the tension, your heart torn apart by your boyfriend delicate hands.

From the coner of your eyes you saw him standing still, he knew he was caught. He asked for the girl to step aside and talk to you, your tears already spilling pathetically.

You enter your own home with a heavy weight of desperation clutching onto your aching heart, your picture were no where to he seen and the picture of you and him was facing down... You understood that she probably knew about you but you didn't dare to utter any word.

Your feelings were caught in your mouth and opening it would only flood the room with your unwanted feelings.

"You just weren't the same"

He told you truthfully, you just weren't how he remembered. He told you how the girl was just like how he remembered you back than... You didn't treat him kindly because you love him it was because you were scared.

You left the alone, hoping to catch a bus to somewhere else. Your mind was just too clouded. That's when you saw him. Grayson.

His arm's outstretch as you walk into his arms without hesitation. He would run his finger through your hair and wipe your tears listening to you spilling your feelings onto him.

You felt terrible, to burry him with your untasteful love life with his younger brother felt like the biggest sin. But he was willingly listening to you rambling and that was enough for you...

"It's alright... let it out little bird. I'll always listen"

You couldn't tell if you were that desperate for even a drop of love or was it natural instinct, you couldn't help but lean closer absorbing his smell. Was it because Jason word sting so hard you forgot about your dignity but right now all that matter was that... Grayson cared.

That was enough.

"He doesn't understand what he lost... Someone like you deserve to be cherished... preferably by me"

You couldn't distinguish if he was serious or joking to make you feel better. That doesn't matter because you will cling onto any form of love as long as you are important to another.

Fic plan, will be fulfilling a request and going to write a full fic for 'other side of life'... Yes, im writing neglected reader again... ( I love it so much) And maybe start a new series?? Idk. Love y'all.

Yum nom nom

YANDERE BATFAM × NEGLECTED READER!

- Hush now crybaby.

\\Part 1// \\ Part 2// \\ Part 3 //

SYPNOSIS: After your death nothing felt the same.

Warning: Gore, death, violence, blood.

Everything happened in a flash, you couldn't even remembered what had hit you so hard to make your entire body run this high on adrenaline. You could feel your every pulse and the pounding on your head makes it hard to think properly.

When the clouds in your head finally clears you finally opened your eye's and looked down at your feet, your lifeless body laying on the ground.

Blood was profusely seeping out from the bash you received after the impact of the car... The car had hit you so hard that you flew and unfortunately your head landed on a fire hydrant.

The impact was so powerful that it left an open wound on your head... Everybody stopped to tape the situation not a single soul decided to even checked if you were still breathing.

You watched as the ambulance took your cold body. You watched as the medical staff's tried their best to wake you up. You watched as your own blood father hang up the call from just hearing your name, not even inquiring them further- He acted like your name was some curse.

You sit there by your body side, holding your own hands. Taking the little nursery book by the side table you began to read, you felt a little comfort but you can't complaint even a little was better than nothing.

The heart monitor began to beep indicating that you were no longer breathing. Staffs runs in trying to bring back your heart beat yet nothing worked you died that day.

You died because none of your guardians wanted to be involved with you... The hospital needed them to agree to a surgery yet since nobody or even if they picked up they just hang up without listening further.

You stood outside the morgue waiting patiently for your family to retrieve your body. You've been standing there for hour's, for someone who doesn't have a heart anymore it ache alot.

When your family finally arrived they were shocked, Damian was abit caught off guard, Bruce with the same face just more disappointed, Dick in tears, Tim was too sleepy to even react much... Jason was not present.

Barbara and Stephanie were crying holding your tiny cold hand's in theirs apologising, Duke was distraught and Cass you could tell she was uncomfortable.

Even during your funeral you stood beside your physical body, stroking your cheek and wishing yourself well. The funeral was small just the batfamily, your body was buried near the manor with high security.

Even your own mother didn't attend your funeral which made you frown which wasn't even your intention, your intention was to cry but not a single drop of tears could even fall.

Fortunately your mother did came but weeks after your funeral burst inside the manor and attack yout father. She was a mess, her mascara was ruined from the tears that won't stop flowing, her hair was extremely mess which was new. Your mother was a fashionable woman and seeing her this wild made you sad.

"You Piece Of Shit! OUR daughter died! How could you not inform me my babygirl is dead! I wanted to see her- To say goodbye!" Your mother yelled as she slap Bruce across his face. Bruce stays silent enduring the pain she was conflicting upon him.

"I left her with you so she could have something! How could You! She was so happy to have a father yet you let her chase your love and affection?! Even if you couldn't see her as your daughter why not call me??! I would have taken her with me!"

"...She was my world Bruce! My daughter... My baby... Now I can't even say goodbye. Im terrible, I should have been there..."

Your mother's grip on Bruce loosen as she fell onto the floor, sobbing into her hand's.

You slowly walk towards your mother, you wished you could have hug her in that moment for her to feel the warmth but you were cold.. Freezing, you don't think she would be comfortable.

Instead of hugging her you sit beside her holding her right hand, as you lean onto her...

"Im sorry mom, forgive me it's not father's fault... I was being emotional and being emotional makes me stupid...Maybe this is why nobody love's me"

Ever since that day Bruce became worst. You were haunting the manor watching as everybody tried to cope with your death.

You felt abit happy to be death, afterall you felt as your family finally noticed you. And all it took for them to love you was for you to die!

But it was tragic to watch your allready insane family become... This.

Dick was now sleeping on your bed every night, even when others tried to interfere he didn't budge. Holding onto the dress you wore that day and mumbling on and on about how he would take you to the park if you just come back.

Jason was also affected as much as it shocked, he was smoking more and barely even coming to the manor inorder to avoid anything that reminded of you.

Tim health was getting worst, he didn't even have the heart to look into any case at times and would just stare at blankly talking to himself and imagining that you were there.

Damian didn't show any weakness to anyone else he didn't show that he was greatly grieving. Nobody had a clue that he was trying to bring your soul inside your favourite doll. He would talk to himself which was alot tame than Tim but he was indeed speaking about how he will force your soul inside the doll just so everything could went back to normal.

Barbara was neglecting her job as Oracle. She doesn't have the energy to do anything, without your presence everything felt dead to her and if everything is dead what's the point of trying to salvage it.

Duke was taking it very well, talking about his feelings and making sure to clean your grave everyone Saturday, replacing the flower as much as he could... He was obsessed with your grave. At times he would sit there for hours just staring at it...

Stephanie wasn't as cheery as she was and even when she genuinely smiled it faid quickly... She kept getting nightmares of your body inside that morgue as a result she can't deal with crime including death in it. She gets reminded of you and when that happened she went into panick mode.

Cass on the other hand tried her best to move on unlike the others. But sometimes you would watch her as she entered your room and leaving quickly, it was as if she was trying to imagine you inside your room solely.

Bruce took it the worst, he would take his pent up guilt and anger out on any criminal, he even broke a couple bone of a guy who just rob a store with a knife. It was as if he was ignoring his own and the most important rule.

Silently blaming himself. He thought that Jason death would be the end of death in the family but that wasn't the case.

Alfred was heavily affected as well. He knew he was also in the wrong for favouring your other siblings while trying his best to avoid you during your time on Earth as a human. He would bake your favourite food and left it at your grave.

Alfred also had to stop the family from bringing your rotting corpse and dipping it into thr Lazarus pit. He knew you wouldn't like the idea of being brought back plus your body was too old to be able to be put together again.

Crime rate was raising because none of the family members were willing to talk about your death and keeping to themselves only. You could only watch as sigh as they tried to bring you back to life over and over.

The body inside the casket which was buried sixth feet underground was a simple decoy.

Your corpse have been rotting slowly inside a special room, where Bruce tried to bring you back somehow. You couldn't help but get teary just by looking at your corpse.

It was skinny and extremely pale... The stretch was horrible... Your body was clearly rotting away. It was not fun witnessing your organ being taken from your body just so your suddenly crazy/obessed father could bring you back.

Special credit - @trash-in-a-box ( I forgot to credit them im sorry )

is anybody ready for a new yandere batfam x NEGLECTED reader?