i would love to see more platonic yan batfam! Like what happens if reader like slipped on the stairs and broke a bone?
𝓐rcane — mysterious, known by few.
ℬatfam | platonic yandere batfam x male!reader
content warning: description of broken ankle, the batfam obsessing over you lol
authors note: guys i've never broken a bone sorry if this is inaccurate :(
word count: 693
Your attempt was futile. You'd yelled at Jason, who had 'playfully' insulted you one too many times. Now you stormed down the corridors, the others trailing behind. Dick, the kindest of the five, tried to negotiate with you.
"C'mon, baby, just let Jay apologise-" You broke into a run, brows furrowed. Apologise, your ass. You spotted the front door from the second-floor railings and dashed to the staircase, wide enough for all five of you.
Finally, you faced them. Jason stood sheepishly at the back, silent, while Dick gently caressed your arms. “He’s sorry. It’s nothing to get worked up over, okay, birdie?” You shook your head quickly in protest, pushing him away. He stumbled back (acted weaker than he was to give you the upper hand, no way you’d be able to push him), standing next to Bruce.
“[name].” Bruce spoke, folding his arms over his chest. “Jason will apologise.”
You groaned, rolling your eyes and finally making it down the first of the many steps to run out the front door. It all happened at once, your feet suddenly hitting the edge of a step and toppling down the staircase. You’d landed on your back at the bottom of the staircase, lying on the brown mahogany floor with a groan. A sharp crack echoed up the grand staircase.
You felt a sharp pain shoot up your leg, and as you tried to sit up, you realised what was wrong. Your ankle was practically the wrong way, not connected to your leg bone and uselessly lying on the floor. You bit your bottom lip so as not to cry out, trembling hands grabbing at your ankle to try and ‘fix’ it.
The Batfam was already by your side; you hadn’t even seen them running down the carpeted stairs. Dick had picked you up, one arm under your knees and the other under your back, so he was nowhere near your broken ankle.
Tim was already at your other side while Dick carried you back up the stairs, leading the lot to the private infirmary. “It’ll take around six to twelve weeks to heal, [name],” he sighed. “This is why you should do as we say, instead of running away like a brat.”
You didn’t answer; instead, you glared as Dick spoke to you. “It was only Jason winding him up, Tim. And twelve weeks of you not leaving the house sounds pretty good to me.” You folded your arms with a huff, resting the side of your head against his chest.
“Shut up,” you grumbled under your breath as you were gently lowered onto the medical bed. Bruce was already phoning the physician, voice deep, even though you couldn’t tell what he was saying. Once you were led down, everyone began to fuss over you.
“Poor birdie,” Dick spoke, rubbing up and down your good leg as they all waited for the physician. Jason was at your other side, holding your hand with tightness as if he felt guilty. “Sorry, [name].” He spoke, uncharacteristically kind.
Tim paid no mind to you (or so you thought, his mind is always occupied with you), sitting at a cool metal table, tapping keys on his laptop and thoroughly researching what he’d need to do to speed the healing process. Damian was silently standing at the foot of the medical bed, eyes fixed on your ankle with a furrowed brow.
Bruce was the one who paid attention to you the most, even if it didn’t seem like it. He’d long put his phone in his pocket, standing near the head of the bed, caressing your forehead. “You should’ve told me about Jason first. I’d have handled it.”
The physician stumbled into the infirmary, pushing up his glasses with a finger and holding his briefcase in his other hand. Bruce had probably threatened the poor man on the phone.
“It’ll need a cast, and healing should take around nine weeks,” the physician spoke as he worked, cleaning the area after doing an X-ray before applying the cast itself.
“Nine weeks of taking care of you, baby,” Dick whispered, planting a kiss on the back of your hand.
