Yandere batfam x Maverick!Reader
A/N: got inspired by @luludeluluramblings
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You always wondered what it would take for them to care.
Would it be your absence? No, they never noticed when you left.
Would it be your silence? No, they never listened in the first place.
They only cared when they realized you were never coming back.
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Being part of the Batfamily was a lot like being a ghost.
At least, for you, it was.
You werenât the golden eldest son, the resurrected second chance, the genius detective, the silent assassin, or even the scrappy underdog.
You were just⌠there.
And that was the problem.
You werenât a priority. You werenât even an afterthought.
You were the one whose voice was always talked over in mission briefings. The one whose ideas were dismissed before they could even be considered. The one whose absence barely registered because, well, had you ever really been part of the conversation in the first place?
At first, you tried. You trained, you fought, you bled for Gothamâjust like them.
When you got injured, there was no frantic check-up, no worried hovering. Just a passing glance and a muttered, *âYouâll be fine.â*
The first time you broke a rib, you had to set it yourself in the Cave while Tim typed away at the Batcomputer. You had been wheezing in pain, your movements stiff, but he never looked up, never asked if you needed help.
The first time you dislocated your shoulder, you had to pop it back in while listening to Dick and Jason argue over something stupid. When you let out a sharp gasp of pain, Jason barely glanced at you before continuing his rant.
When you got left behind on missions, no one circled back to get you.
The comms would be filled with their chatter, their coordinated movements, their triumphant victories. Meanwhile, you were stuck in some alleyway, bleeding, your voice drowned out by their excitement.
*"Guys, I needâ"*
*"Mission accomplished! Letâs head back!"*
No one waited for you. No one even noticed you werenât with them until much later. And even then, all you got was a casual, *âWhat took you so long?â*
When you stopped showing up for family dinners, no one asked why.
You used to sit at the table, quietly picking at your food, listening as they talked over each other. You had once tried to join in, only for Stephanie to jokingly talk over youâagain and again and againâuntil Barbara finally snapped, *âLet her finish.â*
By then, the conversation had already moved on.
The next dinner, you didnât bother speaking. The one after that, you didnât show up.
No one commented on your absence.
When you started skipping patrols, no one noticed.
You expected Bruce to say something, expected at least a reprimand. Instead, all you got was a glance in your direction before he refocused on Damian, giving him feedback on his latest takedown.
It was like you didnât exist.
And when you finally packed your bags and left, the Batfamily carried on as if you had never been there at all.
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**The Neglect From Each Member**
**Bruce Wayne/Batman**
Bruce was the hardest to deal with. His neglect wasnât as obvious, but it was the most profound. He would acknowledge you in passing, just enough to give the impression that you were a part of the family. Heâd give you orders, but never the same praise or attention he reserved for the others. He rarely looked your way during briefings, unless he needed something from you. But when you were injured, it was always *someone else* who asked if you were okayânever him. When you left, he never pursued. In fact, the lack of pursuit made you feel even more invisible.
Bruceâs âconcernâ was an afterthought. If it didnât affect him directly, he didnât care. And when you left, the silence from him was deafening. He never once asked why.
**Dick Grayson**
Dick was supposed to be the older brother you could count on, but instead, he was more like the âcoolâ older sibling who forgot you existed once his focus shifted to *everything else*âespecially his relationship with Barbara. He often shrugged off your attempts to have deeper conversations, brushing them off as âmood swingsâ or âattention-seekingâ behavior. When you needed him most, his attention was always on someone or something else.
When you finally disappeared, there was a brief moment when you saw him againâbarely a blink of recognition. The only words he offered were, âOh, youâre back? Good to see you.â Like you hadnât been gone for months.
**Jason Todd/Red Hood**
Jason's neglect was a bit more blatant. His was a mixture of disdain and indifference. He often teased you, belittling your abilities, calling you out for "overreacting" to things that genuinely bothered you. His jabs were cutting, but always with a smirk, always acting like it was just playful banter. It wasnât. It was his way of saying, *Youâre not worth my time*.
When you started to pull away, he shrugged it off with a *âYou do you, Princess.â* It wasnât until you were *completely* gone that he finally seemed to care. But by then, it was too late.
**Tim Drake/Red Robin**
Tim was the one who was supposed to notice. He was supposed to be the one who tracked your whereabouts, who kept tabs on everyone in the family. But even *he* overlooked you. When you were struggling, he was too engrossed in his tech, too absorbed in data to care.
When you started cutting off contact, he didnât make the effort to reach out. Instead, he buried himself deeper in his work, refusing to acknowledge the rift forming between you.
It wasnât until *you* were gone, until he saw the empty space at the table, that he finally realized. But the realization came too late.
**Damian Wayne**
Damianâs neglect wasnât as much about indifference as it was about superiority. He believed that, as the *true heir* of the League of Assassins and the Wayne family, he didnât have time for anyone beneath himâincluding you. He often dismissed your abilities, making snide comments about your âinadequaciesâ and *âlack of training.â*
But the truth was, Damian *wasnât the one* who truly wanted to fight for you. When you pulled away, he just focused on his own âsuperiorâ missions. It wasnât until much later that he realized you werenât just skipping patrolsâyou were *gone*.
**Stephanie Brown/ Spoiler**
Stephanie was the loudest to brush you aside. She would joke with you, but it was always the kind of joke that made you feel like you were the punchline. When you tried to confide in her, sheâd shrug it off with a *âOh, come on, itâs not that bad!â* and then change the subject to something trivial.
Her neglect didnât stem from hatred, but from a lack of depth in her understanding of your situation. She thought you were always the tough one, the one who didnât need help. And so, she never gave it.
**Barbara Gordon/Oracle**
Barbara was distant in a way that left you longing for something that never came. She was always busy with her tech, eyes glued to her screens, constantly solving problems while ignoring the ones right in front of her. When you needed advice, she would offer it in the form of an afterthought, giving you a brief glance and muttering something like, *âYouâll figure it out.â*
She didnât offer the emotional support you needed. She didnât see the cracks forming. She only saw what was on the surface. And when you left? She never asked why.
**Cassandra Cain/Black Bat**
Cassandraâs neglect was quiet. She didnât talk much, but the lack of communication was more than enough to leave you feeling abandoned. While she wasnât cruel like the others, she was far too focused on her own personal demons to notice yours.
You couldâve been screaming for help, but all she would ever do was watch, silent, observing, never really *seeing* you. When you walked away from it all, she probably didnât even realize you were gone.
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**Joining the Air Force Was the Easiest Decision of Your Life**
The recruiter had given you the usual speech about honor, duty, and service. But honestly? You just wanted out.
âYou have family to list?â he asked, pen hovering over the form.
You thought about it for a second. Thought about Bruce and his endless lectures. Thought about Dick and his empty reassurances. Thought about Jasonâs scathing remarks, Timâs distracted nods, Damianâs barely concealed contempt.
Thought about Stephanieâs jokes at your expense. Thought about Barbara never looking up from her screens when you talked. Thought about Cassandra offering a rare smile, only to turn away just as quickly.
Then, you shook your head.
âNo.â
The recruiter nodded like he understood. âEmergency contacts?â
You smirked. âNo oneâs gonna come looking for me, sir.â
And you were right.
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**Cutting Your Hair**
Your hair had always been a mess, long and untamed, a symbol of your disarray. But after you left Gotham, after you stepped away from the family that never cared, you knew something had to change.
So, one night, standing in front of the mirror in your small, unremarkable apartment, you grabbed a pair of scissors.
The snip was sharp. The strands fell away in thick chunks, leaving you with a new, fiercer version of yourself. Your hair, now cropped short, framed your face perfectly, emphasizing the sharpness of your features. It looked *badass*. It was a decision that made you feel more in control than anything youâd ever done back in Gotham.
You barely recognized yourself as the strands hit the floor. No longer a soft, neglected girl, but someone who had chosen this life. Someone who would never be dismissed again.
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**Meeting Michael Corleone**
It was in the midst of that change, in the blur of military training and the raw intensity of the world youâd entered, that you crossed paths with him.
Michael Corleoneâdark eyes, sharp suit, cold demeanor, a figure that commanded the room the instant he entered. And you? You were exactly the kind of person he liked to keep an eye on.
It was a late-night gathering at an officerâs retreat, and there, across the room, you saw himâthe man who didnât blink when dealing with the most powerful in the room, who never
hesitated to make hard decisions.
He looked at you for a brief second, like he was measuring you. He didnât smile. He didnât need to. Just one look, and you knew exactly what he saw.
You werenât weak anymore.
And for the first time in a long time, you felt... seen.
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**The Batfamily Realized Too Late**
When the news hit Gotham, when the whispers started about the *new force* rising, they finally understood. It wasnât just some random recruit.
It was *you*. You, the one they had neglected, the one they had abandoned without a second thought.
You were no longer part of their story. You had become a legend all on your own.
And now they were the ones left to wonder: What would they have done if they had just noticed you, if they had just cared when they still had the chance?
But by then, it didnât matter.
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And you, in your new life, didnât care about them at all.
