₊˚⊹♡Lamb Before the Slaughter
-`♡´-synopsis. How the batboys treat their favorite possession— you, their doll.
-`♡´-content warnings. Non-con, kidnapping, mentions of sexual assault, reader is afab, dead dove do not eat
Perhaps on the outside he seems like such a kind, caring man. That smile of his that charms easily and lights rooms with comfort. It’s a practiced skill, something he’s acquired over the years as Robin and now as Nightwing.
You, his doll. His pretty, precious doll that he loves to play with.
You belong everywhere he does. Dancing, singing, sitting beside him when he spends long hours at the computer to file mission reports. You, who’s brought him unimaginable joy simply by existing for him. He gets to brush your hair and dress you up.
He gets to tell you how gorgeous you are and how much he adores you while you suffocate under his hold. When his nose is pressed into your neck and he’s thrusting so violently inside you. Nevermind the screams and cries, dolls don’t get to decide how to be played with.
That’s why he keeps the rope and duct tape around!
He just loves you so fiercely, don’t worry— you’ll see it eventually. If you don’t break first.
This man treats you like a porcelain doll. Too pretty to be played with— too precious to release from the box. He can’t stand the idea of leaving your side for even a second. Can’t you see he’s keeping you protected?
“Don’t— don’t cry, god, please..”
The locks and chains are simply to keep threats out. The ones that would tangle your hair and fill your mouth with blood, and he refuses to bury you. No— he couldn’t.
You, his heart in human form, walking and talking and breathing. It scares him so bad. You’re too precious to touch and yet he can’t bear the idea of letting you roam independently. Give him a break, you’re only the embodiment of his love.
Even if that glass case gets thicker every day when he’s pleading with you to understand while holding you down and cradling you against him so tenderly it hurts.
Don’t hate him, he just wants the world not to lay a hand on you. And eventually, you won’t ever be waiting to touch the world in return.
Your toothbrush was the first thing added to his collection. Then your used coffee cup, and then your discarded pair of shoes.
Eventually he realizes that cataloguing you is so.. fulfilling. A gift given to him by your unaware hands. No longer just his eyes that follow and watch you sleep, but now he gets to keep pieces of you forever.
Then your tissues, and used panties even though you didn’t throw those away.
He’s a watcher, truly— the photos and videos stopped being satisfying long ago after you’ve given him the savory taste of your fingers against his cheek only once to place a bandaid on a cut he had.
He started craving more and more.
His collection is incomplete however. Now surrounded by things of you, he realizes: amongst the sea of discarded clothing and pads and socks— he was missing just one thing.
You, his doll. The centerpiece to his perfect shrine. Don’t cry so much, he only occasionally puts his hands on you with that flustered, perverted smile.
Damian doesn’t necessarily require you in a cage or suppressed underneath his body or needing to collect anything of yours like his brothers.
His doll, his object, his possession.
Occasionally he’ll remember to feed and bathe you just like those who remember that their favorite doll needs attention.
Regardless, don’t be tempted to ask others for help— he’ll have them cut to pieces and removed within minutes and you sitting on his lap, forcing you up and down in front of the group of his underlings to teach you a lesson.
You, his doll, shouldn’t be so bold as to assume you’re not under his control. He’ll correct his mistake, from now on he’ll value his doll. Protect you, maintain you.
And if you attempt to be disobedient then he shall further your public punishment by having you sit between his knees while you choke on him.
He’ll pretend he warned you beforehand.
𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖐 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖙𝖔 @𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊-𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊. 𝕯𝖔 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖗 𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖆𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐.