mannipulative darlings and submissive yanderes

No one has ever want you even once

You had try to be likeable

You really tried

When you were little, you remember being quiet, as quiet as possible so mommy could have her break, after all, mommy was always so busy and she always worked so hard so you could have something to eat, something to play with and something you could use for school

Your mother was a good woman and a great mother, she may hit you on your thight when talking too loud or for too long, she may send you to get her crayon packages at night by those scary looking mens, but

You loved your mommy

And thats why you cryed so much when strangers took her away from you, you wanted to be with her, why would they separate you from your mommy?

They would send you to a scary looking house

Where you were to die

Alfred was nice at the begining he try to take care of you, and he was lucky you were a nice girl, so you always stayed quiet, you never demanded, you never cried or made tantriums

So Alfred as years passed kinda forgot about you

Your father, Bruce Wayne, never really talked to you, you rarely saw him, and he always looked tired and sad all the time, and of what Alfred told you, in that moment Bruce was passing a rough time

He had just lost one of his sons called Jason, so after learning that, you kind of left him to have peace, one day he would look at you and embrace you and apologize for not being precent...right?

Barbara was there you guess, she was very rarely around the house and you had heard her refering to her father that was not Bruce...you really never understood what was she suposse to be in the family

Richard was there too, he told you to call him "dick" but that was HORRIBLE, your teacher taught you to never say bad words like that, so you call him Richard anyways, he was there for some seconds, until he leaved you for other stuff, it must had been bad for him too, the lost of his younger brother and all, so you never try to push, you ended up never really seeing him

And there was Tim, he came after Jason's dead too, so you thought you two could bond over being kinda ignore...but all contrary, in fact, Bruce talked to him freely and so did Richard, he actually kinda hated you, he would ignore you when you try to talk to him by his door or just tell you he was busy

Maybe the problem wasnt the grief...maybe you just...werent wanted on the house

But one day Jason came back!! If he was back, maybe everything would be fine, maybe with his arrival, you would finally have a brother, or even better, your whole family would finally see you!

Oh how wrong you were, you were so foolish to think Jason would welcome you with open arms

Because when you try to approach him and present yourself, he attack you giving you a punch in the face, strong enough to make your lips bleed and trow you in the grownd, Richard manage to stop him before anything came out to the worst

But he never conforted you, he didn't even help you to stand up

He just said excuses to defend him "he hasgone through a lot" "forgive him, he had it bad today" what was that kind of excuse!?...you at least learn something

always avoid Jason Todd

Stephenie came one day

Unlike the others, she try, she really did, she was a good old sisters but, you guess the grow ups life got her consume and slowly she left too

Cassandra didnt even try to talk to you, she just stare...she was so weird, and scary, you did not like her at all

Duke came, but you never really tried with him, you were just tired at that point, you two time to time would share good mornings and hellos, but nothing more asides that

You seemed like a strager in your own hom- no, house, and everything got worse when the demon appear, when that devil boy came through the doors, you were kniting on the sofa of the livingroom, one of the things you did to make your stress calm down since every visit Jason had in the house, left you with a beating heart of flash and a strage ache on your chest

When you saw him, the little boy, you only smiled softly and wave at him, he maybe was just another kid Bruce got from who knows where

You were at peace, until the boy got out a damn dagger and jumped into you, he stabbed your chest multiple times saying nonsense of "there can only be one" and "im the only heir" you could pnly thing of how painfull it all felt, the shock didnt let you move at all,he try to stab your face when you saw Tim holding him down, everything hurt, you began to fall unconcious, you saw Richard approaching you...and you fell unconcious...

You wake up in a weird place, it was too dark, you were attached to IVs? Blood? Your gaze was blurry

You were alone, it was cold and you were so scared, that kid try to kill you!! Surely Bruce wil do something about it...no?...he may had passed his son having punching you because it was his dead son, but he would not let this pass...right?

Alfred came into view, he told you something you couldnt hear and checked around you

Then Bruce appear, he took a glance at you, your father was here, finally, he was going-"You must forgive Damian...he had gotten life dificult, he didnt meant what he did"

Those were the only words you heard before he left...

After that, no one really saw you after, it was until some weeks that you finally were capable to go to your room, when you got out of that place that was not an hospital, you saw around you stones, multiple big computers and a damn dinosour!?...where the fuck were you!?

You try to ask Alfred but he didn't told you anything

Once you were back in your room, you took a glance at your body, you had a little scar on your cheek...it seems that child manage to slash your face before he was pulled away...the you pulled your shirt up and saw 6 stab scars around your chest....oh god, you pull it down imidiatly after seeing it...oh god

You almost died, that child...no...that demon try to killed you and your father...your family...THAT family did not cared at all

Did they even loved you? Were you even concider part of the family?

What if Bruce actually wanted you gone? What if all he did, passing the stuff his children did to you, was so you could be gone

He hated you and the rest also hated you

They rather saw you dead than take you to the streets

They- the demon, what if he try it again?What if he try to kill you again? Oh god no, oh no, he-he may try other things, what if while you were asleep? Or with your food? Or even send another person to-

...

They were going to kill you

After the accident, you became a ghost in the manor

You were out mostly at night because you noticed they were usually gone by that time

Alfred began to become worried, you never went out of your room if it wasnt for school or to eat if Alfred swore the family wasnt eating in the table

He also notice after ghe accident that you stopped kniting...maybe it trigger the accident?

He try to make Bruce take a hint that maybe he should check on you, but Bruce has always been stuborn

So he decided to do it on his own

You were sat down on the table, Alfred saw you flinch when he came back with tea, he didn't said anything about it, he just placed the cup in front of you

You just stared at the cup...

"Miss Y/N, has there been something troubling you?"Alfred asked calmly, but you kept staring at the cup

"...Miss Y/N?"

"Alfred...could you get me...ice?"

"Ice?"

Alfred repeat to make sure he had heard her well...ice? For tea?

"Yeah...ice..."

"...imidiatly Miss Y/N"

After some minutes, Alfred came back with a bowl of ice, when he saw Dick approach with a smile, he took a glance at you and...you looked terrify

Dick try to pet your head, but as soon as he moved his hand, you threw the whole burning cup straight to his face, the hot liquid went around his face, neck and chest, he let out a scream of pain by the burn, Alfred call for him as she grabbed a towel to try to dry him off...

You were so scared, all you did was scream terrify to Dick to go away from you, and you ran, ran to another room, far away from him

By luck it didn't left a scar, still, Bruce was furious when he found out, he went through the house, calling for you...but you were not on sight

The anger grew to worry, because he had search EVERYWHERE, but you werent in the house...it was night, he should be out already, but you werent anywhere, you maybe scape the house? Oh god no, what if you end up hurt? Or worse?

What he did not know, was that you were hiden on the attic, trembling and scared, scared of Bruce, you just hurt his golden boy, and he had already show you how much important you are to him

He will have you dead, you were sure of that

You started to breath fast, you couldn't breath, you were too focuse on thinking sooner or later, they would find you and they will make it painful

You didnt even noticed that your whole body became transparent, you were now invisible, Your powers, powers that you didn't knew you even had awaken when you started to think how would Bruce kill you when he finds you

You had to Run, run far away from the house, the manor was no safe place you had to RUN

"P-please...someone...save me..."

You plead almost like a pray

You stayed curl up in a corner trying to breath, without know that far away from gotham, a tal man with curly ends in his dark hair had heard your call for help

Hello!!

Thank you for reading till the end

I wassnt going to make anything with the og post at the start, but seeing how much support it had i decided to make it an actual fanfic

This one will be short, maybe 5 chapters?

The chapters will also be slow with this one, since i already have two long fic on the way

And that's a glimpse of Omni-Mark's origin story :3 His tv show counterpart is such an interesting case study of a Mark that was clearly inspired off of Omni-Man, so presumably he loved and idolized the man enough to don his attire... he's the most "dad-like" of the alternate Marks in that he doesn't like to swear, coaches the other Marks on teamwork and is mostly calm, quiet and reserved. But he killed his mom and hates his home? So there's some fun thought fodder there as to how that may have happened.

And that's a glimpse of Omni-Mark's origin story :3 His tv show counterpart is such an interesting case study of a Mark that was clearly inspired off of Omni-Man, so presumably he loved and idolized the man enough to don his attire... he's the most "dad-like" of the alternate Marks in that he doesn't like to swear, coaches the other Marks on teamwork and is mostly calm, quiet and reserved. But he killed his mom and hates his home? So there's some fun thought fodder there as to how that may have happened.

The place Dick had dragged Jason to wasn’t all that bad, considering it was located in Blüdhaven. Unless it was near the University area, there was always something sinister and more corrupt happening under the alcohol, vomit, and blood-stained floors of Gotham bars. Normally no amount of bribery or guilting could make him voluntarily dress up and go out drinking with his older brother, but today was not normal. 

It was his twenty-first birthday. 

Meaning that by 11:59 tonight, if a name didn’t appear somewhere on one of his arms, he was destined to be alone. Not everyone is born with a soulmate, and realistically, after all the shit he’s been through, Jason Todd never thought he would have one. Despite that, there was some sort of dread slowly filling his body the more he thought about it. Maybe it was that small flame of the little boy he used to be—before Robin and the Bat and the Joker—igniting at the chance of finally having one. It was the same boy who would trace his parents’ names on their wrist, asking them to tell him once more how they met, what they felt seeing the names appear on their skin. Unfortunately, that little boy would be let down yet again by the end of the night. 

His plans had originally been to stay in his main apartment (the one where he stored all his books and indulged in a comfy couch), buy a 6-pack of the cheapest beer and get drunk alone. That was ruined, however, when he received multiple annoying texts from Dick, begging to go out for drinks tonight, specifying multiple times that it would be on him. Jason told himself the only reason he agreed was for the free drinks and to keep himself from checking his forearm every five goddamn seconds (a night out with Richard Grayson was known to be entertaining and unpredictable).

If it was Dicks plan to get Jason blackout drunk, he was doing a pretty good job of it. After agreeing he would be the designated driver, Dick had laid back on the drinks and only taken 3 of the five rounds of shots they had already ordered. Jason was opening up bit by bit, reminiscing on their childhood together. By his fifth shot, smiling seemed to come easier to Jason. 

Currently, they were both watching the flatscreen hung behind the bar showing a news channel covering Batman and Robin putting an end to another bank robbery. 

Dick pointed at the screen. “Damian learned that move from me.” 

“No, I taught him that.” 

“I’m the one who taught you that move when you were younger, big dummy,” Dick teased. 

“Oh, I forgot.” Jason's tone lost its joking edge, and Dick looked over at him. “You know,” he continued almost somberly. “Ever since coming back, I seem to forget a lot of things.” 

His eyes were glued to the screen, watching as Batman jumped out a window in pursuit of the bad guy. Robin shouted after him.

“You’ve been through hell and back, Todd. Normal people wouldn’t have been able to handle it the way you did.” 

“No, you see, that's the thing.” Jason's voice was frustrated, his previous smiles gone. His brows furrowed the longer he ranted. “I’m not normal. I cycle through apartments and bunkers like crazy to help me lay low. I sleep in until 3 pm and I put a helmet on to chase down crazy guys with guns for hours at night. The public knows me as some traumatized kid who somehow survived a terrorist attack.” He pauses to take a gulp of beer, slamming the glass onto the bar, lifting his arm to wipe his mouth. Dick watched his jacket slip down his arm.

“Jason–”

“I don’t have a home, I don’t have a stable routine, I don’t even have life insurance!” Dick had somehow managed to get the former deceased and outlaw brother of his drunk and ranting about life. And the worst part? Nobody was ever going to believe him.

“Jason,” Dick puts a hand on his younger brother's shoulder, gripping him like a vice. His eyes never left his arm. “Your soulmate.”

Both of them are silent for a moment. Jason sighs, shaking his head. 

“Damn, you're good at this.Yeah, it's about the soulmate thing.”

“You fucking idiot,” Dick slaps him on the back of his head. “Look at your arm!” 

Dick watched as Jason stared him in the eyes, his brain clearly trying to catch up with what his brother was insinuating. When he finally looked down, it was comedic the way his eyes bulged at the fresh ink on his left arm. Dick tried his best to keep his excitement at bay, biting back his proud smile. His grumpy, tough, and borderline psychotic little brother had a soulmate. After a couple more seconds of silence, Jason cursed under his breath.

“I’m too sober for this,” Jason mumbled, chugging down the rest of his beer.  

Dick laughs, waving the bartender over and handing him a card to close their tab. Jason slams the empty cup down, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. “I have a soulmate.”

“Yeah man, congratulations!” Dick pats his brother on the back, but recoils at Jason turning abruptly and staring him dead in the eye. 

“I have a soulmate.”

“I…yeah, you do bud.”

“...I have a soulmate.” He repeats, annunciating each word, as if he can’t believe it. “I need to find them,” Jason says, standing and walking towards the exit of the bar. 

“Woah, Jason–” Dick hurriedly stands, apologetically yelling for the bartender and grabbing his card. Rushing outside, he sees Jason recklessly crossing the street to the parking lot. “Slow down!” 

Jason stands awkwardly next to Richard Grayson's blue convertible, clambering over the door and into the passenger seat. Dick watches from across the street, shaking his head with a smile, making his way to the car. He couldn’t find it in himself to be annoyed with Jasons drunken behavior. 

Hopping in the driver's seat, Dick puts the keys into the ignition. “Alright loverboy, where are we going?”

“The mansion,” Jason struggles to get his seatbelt on (Dick intervenes). “The Batcave’s computer can find anyone.”

“Huh. That’s actually really smart considering you're drunk.” 

“I’m not. Just shut up and drive.”

Dick laughs, hitting the gas pedal and doing as he was told.

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Bruce was home early, having quickly left the bank robbers tied up as Gordons responsibility. Currently, he was sitting in the library going over a case file. Damian had already gone to bed when he had gotten an alert of a vehicle coming up the manor's driveway. He checked the security cameras in the garage and was shocked to see his eldest rushing to the passenger side of the car to stop his sluggish brother from falling out. At first, Bruce had thought that he was poisoned or impaired in some way. He called for Alfred, asking him to prepare the medical rooms to tend to Jason. A few short minutes later, he heard faint voices approaching. 

“I used to live here before I died, I know where I’m going.”

“Clearly not, we passed the entrance already.”

“The old man has a sensor on that door. We need to take the entrance in one of the bookshelves, they don’t notify him when someone enters.”  No one but Alfred was supposed to know that. 

“I doubt it’ll matter, he’s out fighting crime with—oh shit!” Bruce watched through his freakish peripheral vision as two figures hurriedly backed away from the doorway of the library. “Code Bat! Code Bat!” Dicks voice had dropped to a whisper, though not so quiet that Bruce couldn’t hear. 

“B’s here?” A head with a white streak of hair popped through the doorway before quickly vanishing. “Oh no.” 

“It’s only 11:45, what is he doing lounging around?”

Bruce chuckled quietly, now coming to the realization that they weren’t drugged or in danger; they were just drunk. Jason especially, which made sense. Quietly, he sent Alfred a message telling him to disregard the request. He feigned ignorance to their presence, going as far as flipping pages of the case file in his lap while they bickered, attempting to formulate a plan. Listening in to their not very secretive conversation, Bruce deduced that they had come to find Jason's soulmate on the Bat computer. It was his 21st afterall, and why else would he come drunkenly to the home he tried so hard to stay away from? Bruce found himself smiling for the boy. He had been through so much, and he deserved to have some good in his life. He only hoped that whoever they were, they took care of him in places where Bruce failed. 

Sighing exaggeratedly, he stood, stretched and slowly made his way to the doorway, listening as the two brothers hushed. He allowed himself one last second of respite before wiping the smile off his face and walking out into the dark hallway. Dick stood alone, leaning against the wall and whistling. He turned his head, seeing Bruce standing, observing him. 

“Oh, hey Bruce! I’ve been looking for you.” Dick pushed off the wall, going to stand next to his Father. “I thought I’d visit, wait for you to get home, but you’re here!”

“What do you need?” 

“Oh nothing much,” taking Bruce's arm, he began to drag him in the opposite direction, past the library. “I just got nostalgic, and wanted to take a trip down memory lane with my Pops.” 

“You smell like alcohol.”

“Like I said, I was feeling nostalgic!”

Dick rattled on, leading him down the dark halls, and Bruce noticed Jason slipping into the library. He smiled, turning his attention back to his eldest. He couldn’t find himself to be angry about his sons keeping secrets from him. If he felt anything about tonight's endeavor, it was disappointment. Bruce Wayne had taught his sons to be sneakier than they had been tonight. 

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Jason, in his drunken haste, had almost tripped down the short flight of steps leading to the massive computer. He couldn't really blame the alcohol though—it was his fault for looking down at his arm every couple seconds, as though the black ink would fade away before he ever found out who you were. Even if it did, he had already committed the name to memory.

He knew how many letters were in your name, the number of syllables in the different parts of it. Despite this, he hadn’t yet spoken it out loud. For the last 30 minutes of his life, every breath he took held a certain weight to it, and the beating of his heart had persisted to be about 120 beats per minute.

He blamed it on the alcohol, but logically he knew the reason.

 That little boy—the one he thought was dead and buried—was coming back to life, crawling his way out of the depths of Jason and settling into his gut. 

His hand shook as he typed the name, every click of the keyboard ringing dully in his skull. Inhaling deeply, Jason hesitated for only a moment before clicking enter. Your name popped up surprisingly quickly, specifically registered under the “Wayne Scholarship” file.

His hand moved by its own volition and the link was clicked, a government ID popping up on the display. 

Staring up at the photo of you in awe, his eyes flickered to the name and back to the photo, unbelieving that this was you. Your simple beauty was evident even through the low quality government ID.

He stared for a while, just taking in you. It was a little odd looking at the huge screen, knowing that you two were made for each other. The thought only made his heart speed up even more. 

Digging into your file, he finds that you’re 20 and won’t be turning 21 for another seven months. The knowledge that he knows and you don’t makes him nauseous.

Clenching the edge of the table, he remembers that the reason he found you so quick was due to the Wayne Scholarship. You moved to Gotham for your third year of college to attend Gotham University, with most of the tuition paid for as long as you agree to stay away from any and all crime. Suddenly, he had found another reason to be thankful that Bruce was filthy rich. Your current residence was an old apartment complex in the University area, which was for the most part, free of crime. The more information he got from Bruce Wayne's files, the more his stomach fluttered. 

That little boy was practically jumping up and down inside of him, chanting over and over again, “I knew it! I knew we would have a soulmate!”. As the information sunk in, he began to shake more violently, and he felt like his legs were barely holding his weight. In fear of throwing up or collapsing on the floor (or both), he fell backwards into Bruce's chair. A tear slid down Jason’s cheek, and then another, and another. 

For the first time in a long time, Jason Todd sobbed.