Miissgueu77

what you be able to do a day in the life of reader after getting kidnapped by batfam?

(OMGGG IF I COULD I WOULD GIVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU WHO SENDS IN ASKS AND REQUESTS A BIG SMOOCH ON THE CHEEK 😍)

TW: implied kidnapping, stalking, excessive surveillance, infantilization, blatant disrespect of reader’s boundaries, can be read as part of Delusions of Indifference series or entirely separate, gn reader

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Believe it or not, your routine depended on several factors. How far off the deep end the family had gone, how long you’ve been at the manor, how many privileges you’ve earned, how compliant or defiant are you, and the family’s own stress levels.

For one, we’ll say you’ve been at the manor for a couple of months now. You’ve earned enough privileges to be able to leave your damn room, but not enough to be able to return to something resembling a normal routine. You’ve been compliant enough to satisfy most of the family’s obsession, but defiant enough that the family still doesn’t completely trust you. The family’s stress levels are a bit higher than normal (which are already sky high).

No matter what factors you’ve been (un)fortunately given by fate, your day always starts the same. You’re woken up by the curtains being drawn open, one or more pairs of eyes gazing at you lovingly, and a hand gently shaking you awake. Sometimes it’s Bruce, sometimes it’s Alfred, and sometimes it’s one or more of your siblings.

Either way, you’re pulled out of your sleep and into the bleak depths of reality.

No matter who wakes you up, Alfred is the one who prepares you for the day. If he was the one who woke you up, you’re stuck with him for the first hour or two of your morning. If Bruce or one or more of your siblings woke you up, Alfred rushes in soon after to start freshening you up, immediately kicking out the offending family member.

He insists on being the one in charge of seeing to your morning and night routines, despite the protests and envy of everyone else.

No matter how old or capable you are, it doesn’t stop Alfred from picking out your clothes for the day, dressing you up, brushing your hair, and various other things. If he’s really gone off the deep end, he insists on brushing and flossing your teeth for you like a parent would for their toddler just learning about hygiene. Otherwise, he lets you brush and floss your teeth yourself.

If you’ve been defiant lately, the family makes you take calming supplements in the morning, with Alfred ensuring you actually take them.

Assuming your preparing for the day goes without issue, you’re then taken downstairs to the breakfast table. Again, if Alfred has really gone off the deep end, he insists on carrying you like you’re a baby (or at least tries to). It doesn’t matter how big or heavy you are, Alfred will figure out something. Alfred has dragged around Bruce before.

Otherwise, he escorts you down the stairs and to the breakfast table normally.

Depending on who is at the manor that day, the table can have anywhere from one to two people to everyone and their dog.

Everyone at the table greets you. Some of them eagerly start to chatter your ear off, while others stay quiet.

After the hype dies down and food is served, the family talk about normal, mundane stuff in their life. Some of them try to coax you into contributing to the conversation, while others are just content with your mere presence.

Eventually, breakfast is wrapped up. Duke and Damian always make a point to hug you tight before leaving for school. Everyone else scatters around Gotham for their own shit, but there is always a few members who stay at the manor with you all day.

For one, Bruce. Bruce immediately takes you up to his office so he could work on WE stuff.

Again, if the family has gone off the deep end, you’re given shit like toys, coloring books, and kiddie puzzles to occupy yourself with while he works. You’re also locked in the office with Bruce. Otherwise, if you’ve been good, you’re free to roam the floor Bruce’s office is on as long as you stay on that floor.

If you try to go up or down the stairs, the band around your wrist notifies Bruce immediately. Said band tracks your location, heart rate, oxygen levels, step count, calorie count, sleep schedule, other vitals, and god knows what else. And no, you’re not allowed to take it off, but I digress.

This goes on for one to two hours, as Bruce doesn’t really work full 9-5 shifts. During those one to two hours, some other family members may or may not enter to spend time (or, if they’re far gone, “play”) with you.

After those one to two hours are up, another family member can and will drag you off for bonding time. Steph might slip in, drag you to her room, and start painting your nails (regardless of your gender). Cass might take you to her personal dance studio to practice ballet and ASL with her. Tim might emerge from his room to teach you photography. Occasionally, Barbara shows up at the manor solely to spend time with you.

If it’s the weekend, Duke might be the one to take you to watch a PG-13 movie (again, if the family is off the deep end, nothing more than a G rated movie will grace your eyes). Damian might take you into the manor gardens to play with Titus, or paint with you.

Then lunch rolls around. Everyone at the manor eat the lunch Alfred serves, ensuring you eat every bite on your plate at the same time. Conversation is similar to breakfast, except they push ever so slightly more for you to contribute to the conversation.

After lunch, either Dick, Jason, or Barbara whisk you away, one of them most likely being at the manor by then. If it’s Dick, he’s having you do yoga and basic gymnastics, to ensure you get adequate exercise even in the manor. If it’s Jason, you’re either listening to him vent a bit while cleaning his guns, or a story in the library. If it’s Barbara, you’re either watching chick flicks with her, or being taught the very basics of coding (can’t let you get too good, lest you try to use those skills to attempt an escape).

By then, if it’s a weekday, Duke and Damian return home from school. Immediately, they start arguing over whose turn it is for bonding time. If it’s Duke’s turn, you’re either playing (completely non-violent) video games with him, or watching him practice his light abilities. He claims that his control over his powers improves greatly when you’re around.

If it’s Damian’s turn, you’re watching animal documentaries with him while you both draw. It’s his favorite way to unwind after a long day of dealing with the unavoidable pests at school, and your mere presence immediately relaxes him.

Then dinner rolls around. The scene is the exact same as other meals, except more people usually show up for dinner.

After, you’re swept away by Alfred, who considers this time his favorite time of the day. He likes to set you up with tea, a small bedtime snack, some puzzles or coloring books, and a show. Most likely, the show is Mr. Roger’s or Sesame Street. If he’s still semi lucid and not fully off the edge, you could convince him to put on something like Regular Show. Otherwise, to Sesame Street with you.

About an hour before your bedtime, the family forbids you from any screens so you could unwind and sleep easier. Around that time, Alfred prepares you for bed.

He has you take a shower. If he’s off the edge, he straight up bathes you himself, with bath toys and all. He dresses you in pajamas, either lets you brush and floss your own teeth or does it himself, combs your hair, and tucks you into bed.

(I’m vibrating in excitement, thank you thank you thank you)

Why not both? I’ll write Yan Alfred in this post, and I’ll post Yan Batfam with Sweet Darling a bit later. Since you didn’t specify whether Yandere! Alfred is platonic or romantic, I’m just gonna assume you meant in a platonic/parental way.

TW: mentioned drug abuse (not by you or any of the Batfam), mentioned death by said drug abuse, manipulation, isolation, implied violence, implied murder, everyone’s yandere but we’re focusing on Alfred, needles, kidnapping, restraints, infantilization, gn reader

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It all started when Master Bruce decided it was time to indulge in his adoption addiction yet again.

You were by far the youngest of the children, being just a small infant. To put it simply, your father was out of the picture, and your mother was apparently a drug addict. You were found when the young masters were tracking a case, and it lead to your mother’s house.

By then, it was too late. Your mother was gone, her body long cold by then. And you? You were screaming and crying in your old crib, starving and in need of a diaper change.

Of course, Master Bruce immediately adopted you.

Alfred still remembered seeing you for the first time. You were so small, so fragile. You were barely even a month old, and yet, you’ve already known loss. It was love at first sight for Alfred.

From there, Alfred threw himself into caring for you. He fed you, changed you, and took care of your every need.

Master Bruce, along with the other masters and misses, protested when Alfred decided to bring your crib to his bedroom in the servants’ quarters. Everyone was already so attached to you, even though they couldn’t afford to devote themselves to your needs like he could, with patrol and all.

Of course, a few quips about his non-existent aches in his joints, along with a bit of snark sprinkled in about the stairs to your nursery and the false poor quality of the baby monitor quickly shut down their protests.

If anything, he could say that it all worked out. The rest of the family didn’t have to handle your cries when trying to catch up on their dogshit sleep schedules, and Alfred had the comfort and joy of being able to sleep in the same room as you. In his mind, absolutely nothing could ever happen to you while he was around.

It truly broke his heart when you grew old enough to have your own room to yourself. When you grew old enough to not need a crib, or him sleeping at your side.

Alfred was there for all of your firsts. Your first steps, your first words, your first holidays, your first birthday, your first day of school, all of it. Whether he witnessed your firsts with only himself to see it, or with any of the others, it didn’t matter. With how close he kept you at his side, it was inevitable.

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Naturally, he swayed Master Bruce into letting him thoroughly check any and all teachers you’ve had. Every principal, every staff member, even every janitor of every school you’ve ever attended. With every friend you’ve made at school, Alfred ran a background check on your friend’s parents.

If he saw something he didn’t like?

It depended on who it was. If it was a staff member at your school? Some planted, potentially fake evidence of disorderly conduct quickly took care of the problem. If it was a friend or friend’s parents he didn’t like? He made sure to tarnish their image in your eyes.

“Master (Name), are you sure you want to associate with this ‘Rebecca’? I’ve heard some… concerning qualities about her.” Alfred gently frowned as you paused to hear what he had to say.

He knew everything that made you tick. What was considered a dealbreaker to you, what made you wince in disgust, what made you refuse to associate with someone. Whether it was real or fake, it didn’t matter. It all ended the same; with the pest out of your life.

“Shh… I know, I know, Master (Name). I know it hurts, but this is for the best.” Alfred gently hugged you to his chest as you sobbed. You were heartbroken and betrayed that Rebecca turned out to be so awful, and you grieved the friendship you broke off.

Alfred concealed his grin of satisfaction as he rubbed your back soothingly.

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Of course, you never became a vigilante. Alfred, along with the rest of the family, took great care to steer you away from that path.

Alfred made sure to emphasize how grueling, unforgiving, and cruel the life of a vigilante was. How there was no rest for the heroic, how you’ll face devastation, defeat, and death with no reward. He failed to drill it into the rest of the masters’ and missus’ heads, so he ensured that the mere thought of vigilantism had you shivering in anxiety.

Master Bruce practically weeped in pure joy upon hearing that you wanted to stay a civilian. That you wanted nothing to do with vigilantism, that you wanted to lead a normal life. All of your other siblings took a big sigh of relief upon hearing that news, overjoyed that they got to keep you swaddled and coddled at home. Alfred was practically vibrating in joy upon hearing those words leave your mouth.

Your childhood and teenhood consisted of pure love and joy, with never a dull moment. But the one you’ve spent the most time with? Alfred.

You learned how to cook, how to clean, how to sew, how to administer first aid, how to use a gun, and various other important skills. You were his little helper, his mini assistant. You read books with him, gardened with him, watched movies with him, and stayed at the manor with him.

Of course, your father, siblings, and (Alfred approved) friends also pulled you away from him to hang out once in a while, which left Alfred mentally seething in envy and worry.

What if you got hurt? What if someone took you? What if you end up in the wrong crowd? What if, what if, what if-

“Master (Name), dear, can you stay and help me vacuum the manor? Yes, the whole manor. My joints have been acting up lately, and I’ve fell down the stairs yesterday.” Alfred asked of you, conveniently leaving out the fact that he only briefly slipped for a split second, then immediately regained his bearings.

Of course, being the loving grandchild you were, you texted Dick to politely decline his offer to go to the movies in favor of staying to help Alfred. You’re so kind to your grandfather, you know that?

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Since you stayed by Alfred and the family’s side a lot, it’s rare that you wander Gotham alone. Much less end up in any dangerous situations.

However, Gotham being Gotham, there had been quite a few encounters with… unsavory people.

Of course, the Batfamily is quick to save you from such threats. Alfred trusted that the family could keep you safe. However…

Any abusive partners you had? Gone.

Any burglars that break into the manor with only you and him at home? Shot dead on the spot.

God forbid, any rogues that try to kidnap you? Found later in the Gotham ocean.

It didn’t matter how much blood stained the carpets, as long as you were safe.

Sure, he had to make quick work of erasing every last trace of evidence for each kill, but he wasn’t a SAS agent for nothing.

While you would’ve been frightened by the sight of each bloodstain, Alfred discovered something shocking.

As long as they weren’t the ones to pull the trigger, the entire family was willing to turn a blind eye to his violence.

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Alfred dreaded this day. It was in the back of his mind ever since you’ve entered your senior year of high school, but he hoped and prayed that this day would never come.

The day you started applying for colleges.

Alfred’s heart sunk to the bottom of his chest as he watched you apply to all of these out-of-state colleges, only sending applications to local colleges as a backup plan.

Of course, the family could send you to any college in the world. The Wayne name meant a lot to the academic world, and any and all universities would eagerly accept a Wayne.

But Alfred couldn’t let you leave him.

He kept track of every single out-of-state application, noting down each and every single college you applied to.

The rest was easy, really.

A few negotiations, a few briberies here and there, a couple of well-placed, subtle threats, and your email account was flooded with rejection emails.

Tears streamed down your face as your dream college’s rejection email checked into your inbox. Alfred hugged you tightly to his chest, murmuring soft, comforting words and reassurances.

“Shh, shh… Don’t worry, Master (Name). They just can’t see how perfect you are. But I hear that Gotham University accepted you? That’s wonderful news!” Alfred gently rocked you back and forth as you sobbed into his shoulder.

While Alfred felt his heart fracturing at the sight of your tears, he knows that this is for the best.

As long as you stayed home with him, you have nothing to worry about.

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Alfred knew you were a smart, young man/woman. Which is why he was unsurprised that you’ve eventually discovered the family’s obsession with you.

But there’s no time to waste! While you were arguing with the rest of the family, Alfred carefully snuck behind you, syringe in hand.

As he sunk the needle into your delicate skin, he breathed a sigh of relief.

You’ll never leave, now.

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Alfred smiled softly as he carried your restrained form, the long straight jacket tight around your arms and legs. A restrictive, but comfortable gag muffled your protests and sobs.

He patted your back, your helplessness taking him back to the motions of infancy. You were like a fussy, cranky baby getting used to your new environment. While you were much heavier at the moment than when you were a baby, Alfred didn’t do heavy lifting every day for no reason.

“There there, it’s alright dear… I know, I know it’s quite an adjustment for you. But you’ll get used to it.” Alfred gently comforted you as he brought you to your room.

Your room was almost exactly how it was before, except for a few changes. The hidden cameras, the hidden microphones, the alarms at each window, the straps attached to your bed, the trackers placed all over you, even the band around your wrist that tracked your heart rate, oxygen levels, and more.

Alfred tucked you into bed, just like he used to do when you were a child. Alfred shushed you as he pulled the straps over you. The straps may be a bit overkill, but nothing is off limits when it comes to you.

Alfred petted your head as he sat on your bed, humming that same lullaby you knew by heart.

“Sweet dreams, little one…”

Sure, it’ll be difficult for you, the first few months or so. Sure, you may be cranky and throw tantrums.

But with him by your side, he’ll make sure you settle in nicely.

I am Jaafar, living in Gaza, and I have created a fundraising campaign to help my family cover the costs of living amid the difficult humanitarian conditions we are facing, the high prices, and the severe shortage of basic necessities. We have completely lost our home, and all the houses in our area were destroyed. Our area has now become part of what is known as the “Yellow Line.” Today, we are living in a tent in the middle of Gaza that does not protect us from the extreme summer heat or the cold of winter.

We lost everything we owned inside our home, and we have nothing left. We are trying to rebuild our lives from zero, but this is beyond our ability under these harsh circumstances. I kindly ask you, if you are able, to help me with any amount, no matter how small. Every contribution makes a real difference in my family’s life and helps us provide food and basic necessities.

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Forget me not

Warning: Contain yandere themes, neglected! gn!reader, mention of low self-esteem, the writer's first language isn't English.

Yan! Batfamily x gn! reader

Chapters

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Shooting Star

A/N: Hello! How's everyone been? Well, I'm just leaving over here the story of the promt I uploaded the other day! This is the idea of this post: Post

So I hope you like it and would love to hear your opinion!

Warnings: None, just that the author's first languaje isn't English.

Chapters

Bodyguard! Father! Reader (Platonic) & Fem! Famous Producer! Reader (Romantic) x Kpop Demon Hunters

One-shot, chapter 1

One-Shots

Toy Story

Forget me not

Warning: Contain yandere themes, neglected! gn!reader, mention of low self-esteem, the writer's first language isn't English.

Yan! Batfamily x gn! reader

Chapters

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Shooting Star

A/N: Hello! How's everyone been? Well, I'm just leaving over here the story of the promt I uploaded the other day! This is the idea of this post: Post

So I hope you like it and would love to hear your opinion!

Warnings: None, just that the author's first languaje isn't English.

Chapters

Bodyguard! Father! Reader (Platonic) & Fem! Famous Producer! Reader (Romantic) x Kpop Demon Hunters

One-shot, chapter 1

One-Shots

Toy Story

I am Jaafar from Gaza. I am currently in northern Gaza, and we have not yet been displaced to the south. Things are very difficult here — the cost of moving to the south is $1,000, and a single tent also costs $1,000, if we can even find a place in southern Gaza. The south is overcrowded, and renting a plot of land costs $1,000 per month, or even more depending on the area. 🙂😢

I started a donation campaign in the middle of the war and received good support, but due to personal circumstances, I recently created a new link, and unfortunately, I have only received a small amount of donations so far. 😓💔 I appeal to you to help me with my new campaign and donate whatever you can 🥺😭. Every amount you give will save the lives of my family and me and may help us cover the cost of moving to southern Gaza! 😓 Thank you, and I pray that God blesses you and provides for you 🧡🫂

Here is the donation link ⬇️**

Gold, Silver, and Bronze!🥇🥈🥉

I am Jaafar from Gaza. I am currently in northern Gaza, and we have not yet been displaced to the south. Things are very difficult here — the cost of moving to the south is $1,000, and a single tent also costs $1,000, if we can even find a place in southern Gaza. The south is overcrowded, and renting a plot of land costs $1,000 per month, or even more depending on the area. 🙂😢

I started a donation campaign in the middle of the war and received good support, but due to personal circumstances, I recently created a new link, and unfortunately, I have only received a small amount of donations so far. 😓💔 I appeal to you to help me with my new campaign and donate whatever you can 🥺😭. Every amount you give will save the lives of my family and me and may help us cover the cost of moving to southern Gaza! 😓 Thank you, and I pray that God blesses you and provides for you 🧡🫂

Here is the donation link ⬇️**

I am very sick. I already went through one surgery, and now I urgently need another one that costs $300. I simply don’t have this amount, and I am terrified of what could happen if I can’t get this operation.

I am a mother of two little girls. They are my whole world I cannot bear the thought of something happening to me and leaving them behind with no one. This fear is with me every single moment.

Please, I am begging you even the smallest help can make a difference. If just a few kind people donate $20 each, we can reach the $300 and give me a chance to have this surgery and stay with my daughters.

$20 may seem small, but to me it means hope… it means life.

Please don’t leave me alone in this. Your kindness could save me.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart 🤍

Anas is still in the hospital battling illness and urgently needs treatment. Please don't ignore this; your contribution or sharing of this post could make a big difference. 🙏