yandere batfam x vampire reader
You wake up chained to a corner in an ornate room. It seems that Bruce Wayne has caught you. The chain is iron but the collar is a plush fabric, preventing chafing. This really symbolizes your period of captivity with Bruce. Harsh rules, soft application.
He keeps you in that room, absent of any furniture except a bed and the bathroom, which you have to ask to use, until he can fully trust you. Even then, you wonât be able to ever leave the grounds of the manor. Alfred is intrusted to taking care of you during the times where Bruce canât be around you.
He completely shifts his sleep schedule to match yous; sleeping during the day, in a room right next to your so he can hear you through the walls and watch the live video feed of you curled up, napping, as he falls asleep. He wakes during the night and cuts down on his time as Batman, at least until he can trust you.
When it comes to drinking blood, he prefers if you drink from him, usually from his wrist as he stands, hovering above you, but heâll let you use some of his extra stash in the cave if necessary.
With Dick, you wake up in his bedroom. Youâre probably in a pen, cordoning off part of the room; he wishes he could trust you but he just canât, not yet. Thereâs silver bars thatâll burn you if you get too close, but otherwise you arenât chained up.
Heâll push to psychologically break you as quickly as possible. Heâs forcing you to stay up and stopping you from drinking any blood until youâre begging and pleading in a heap on the floor, crawling toward him when he opens the door and steps into your pen.
He holds your exhausted, weak bodhy in his arms and feeds you his blood, watching and smiling as you lathc onto the small incision heâs made on his wrist. Heâs practically rocking you back and forth, soothing any anguish youâve been feeling.
The sudden absence of pain, combined with his touch, trains you to associate him with pleasure rather than fear, and youâre suddenly clinging onto him, refusing to let go.
This was his plan all along, and now you can come cuddle on the bed with him :)
Youâre completely tied down with thick leather straps. He isnât letting you budge for at least a year, but due to your vampiric abilities, you wonât get hurt from that. The only exception is when he feeds you laced blood and lets you go to the bathroom.
He only feeds you blood heâs gotten from the family; as much as he wants to, he canât feed you his for fear of corruption due to the lazarus pit. It kills him that he canât feed you, but heâd rather keep you soft and compliant.
So, he laces every bag until youâre comfortable with him touching you and moving you around. This is when he stretches your limbs and makes sure your muscles donât fully atrophy.
He secretly likes how weak, how dependent, you are on him. You remind him of a younger version of himself, and heâs incredibly protective. Wonât let any other member of the family into the safehouse, let alone in the same room. Various members try, he threatens to shoot them, they leave.
Your feedings are soft and comfortable, all cozied up in a blanket on his lap as he feeds you from a mug. Itâs kinda weird but he also warms it up. Donât ask, he swears itâs better for you.
If your teeth start to hurt from not being able to bite, heâll massage your gums. Donât fight it, heâll tie you back down and pump you so full of drugs youâll see stars. Jason doesnât mess around when it comes to your health, itâs his main priority, even over your pride.
Eventually starts to wean you off the drugs, and youâve come to rely on him for practically everything. being able to nurture you and keep you safe heals that vulnerable part of him heâs pushed deep down, under the pit, and lets that old part of him blossom.
Tim takes the longest amount of time to get you used to him. He probably gets you set up in this old victorian mansion, and you honestly have the run of the place, except for the windows and doors, which are lined with silver bars. Blood bags are delivered through a slat in the door, covered with his scent. Itâs the only connection you have with the outside world.
You spend over a year in this mansion. At first youâre convinced youâve got it easy, until the touch starvation starts to set in. You start spending more and more time just lingering by the door, hoping that heâll come in and finally talk to you. You spend more time begging and pleading through the slat than you do drinking the blood, and you find yourself clutching the thick bag to yourself, just to keep that scent, that connection, for even a moment longer.
Finally, he starts talking back. Itâs slow at first, just little one-word answers here and there, maybe once a week, then he slowly ramps it up.
Eventually youâre having hour-long conversations, trying to beg him to just come in and hug you, youâre so desperate.
Thatâs when he swoops in and takes you back to the manor. All of your old relationships are completely decimated and youâre entirely reliant on him to keep yourself sane, latching onto him like a lighthouse in the storm. It took a while but honestly your bond is probably the strongest out of all of the examples. He knows what heâs doing.
