Platonic Batfam x reader eventually/Platonic Yandere Batfam x reader.
Warning: This contains descriptions of dismemberment, description of dead body parts, psychological warfare, reader is still not mentioned yet, still a neglected reader x batfam thing, kinda a slow burn(?), FEET, flower symbolism, semi proof read
The next gift ‘Fawn’ left them was a pair of feet at a theater, The Monarch Theater… The one were Bruce and his parents went too that night when they died. The theater that Bruce and his parents went to almost every week to see a new or old film together. It was their tradition that he looked forward to every week as a child.
This time, instead of being in a box, they had green velvet ribbon tied on them, the same ribbon used on the previous ‘gift’ Fawn left, and instead of a Anemone flower, Fawn left two purple lobelia flowers as well as a single marigold, each lobelia was affectionately tied to the ankles of the severed feet with the marigold sitting delicately between the feet, the same green, velvet ribbon tied around it, with Fawn taking the time to make a bow on each ribbon they used for this grotesque visual.
As Batman stepped closer, he noticed a small note card. the paper looked as if it was homemade with its uneven texture and rough edges, but what caught his eye the most was the red bleeding heart that was pressed into the paper.
Carefully, he picked up the note card and opened, silently reading what was written inside.
“I hope you enjoyed my last gift. It was quite a challenge to remove the eyes with their optic nerve without damaging the skull or rupturing the eyes.
The feet that were left had unnaturally pale skin, white with a unhealthy greenish tint to it. The feet were severed at mid shin, the cut was clean, surgical with its precision. There wasn't any blood, just like with the eyes, meaning that the body was drained before being dismembered, with the on scene coroner whispering “sick fuck” under their breath as they studied how clean the cut was.
The police who arrived at the scene had trouble not throwing up, they were familiar to the carnage of Gotham, but they were not use to this level of precision. This took time, thought and effort, not some mad individual that threw a bomb to get the Bat’s attention. Whoever this was wanted the attention of not just Batman, but of Gotham, and they had it.
Who could this ‘Fawn’ be and why were they doing this? Who were they doing this too? How many body parts are they going to find before this is all over?
The police worked quickly to cover the crime scene, shielding the public and the media from the morbid sight before anyone could start asking questions or panicking as Jim Gordon arrived on the scene to direct his people as well as deal with the reporters that approached, asking the one question every police officer dreads to hear when it comes to a case involving a body: “Could this be the work of a serial killer?”
Killers were nothing new in Gotham, not even serial killers with people like the Joker existing, but the killers in Gotham didn't display their victims, not like this. Maybe Joker, the freak loved a show after all, but he would never be this patient for a show. Plus, what's with the flowers?
Gordon could feel a headache building behind his eyes as he answered questions and shoo’d the reporters away, letting everyone know that they had it under control. He hated how there was now a new freak added to Gotham’s ever growing roster, it was like the city either birthed them or attracted them.
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That night Batman made a not so surprising visit to the office of the police chief, with Jim waiting for Batman inside at his desk. Batman wanted his old ally’s thoughts on this case, as well as get his own copy of the coroner's report to study. Bruce wondered silently if he should say anything about the eyes that were delivered to his home, but decides to wait to see the DNA results before saying anything. He was confident that the DNA from the severed feet would match the DNA that was left on the eyes he has securely stored in the batcave.
“Jim,” Batman began, watching Gotham’s police chief.
Jim was unusually calm that night, taking his time to light a cigar, one of the expensive ones he kept hidden in a wooden box hidden in a secret compartment in the bottom drawer of his desk that was gifted to him by the district attorney.
He took a long inhale, savoring the burning sensation in his chest before he slowly blew it out. Taking his time to enjoy it.
“You hear that?” The police chief asked the masked figure before him.
Bruce just tilted his head slightly, listening to the sounds of the city.
Car horns, people talking and walking, as well as some music from the radio Jim kept in his office.
“Its quiet… I can’t remember the last time Gotham was this quiet…”
The silence that settled over the two was, comfortable. Too comfortable for the vigilante’s liking. It made the paranoia scratch at the back of his mind, whispering warnings of what could be around the corner.
“What do we know about the victim,” Bruce spoke, cutting the silence with his voice, not being able to handle it any longer than needed.
“The victim is male, in his 40s, has high levels of Joker’s toxin in his system. We don't have a name, his DNA doesn't match anyone we know in the database but we are reachin’ out to other precincts to see if they might have a possible match.” Jim paused as he took another drag of his cigar.
“We dusted the limbs and card for finger prints and we found none. Looks like the killer made sure to give our victim a thorough cleanin’ before dumpin’ their feet at the the Monarch… Have you had any run ins with that clown recently?” Bruce stared at Jim, waiting for Jim to continue. Jim had a theory who the victim could be, but he didn't want to say anything just yet, not wanted to have too much hope.
Bruce stared at him more, silently urging him to continue and finish his thought. Jim knew his thoughts were not right when it came to this particular case, especially if his theory was correct on who this specific victim was, but that didn't stop him from having his opinions.
If he was right about who the victim was, he secretly hopes that bastard suffered.
”When you catch Fawn, be easy on them. They did something neither of us could do in all our years in service to the city and her people, Batman.”
Bruce stayed silent, stunned at what Jim was saying.
“Listen Batman, I buried many good people because of that clown. People have died because of him or killed themselves because they couldn't take what that clown’s toxin did to them, and that's just the ones who were able to keep their sanity intact, lets not forget the ones who were mutilated and then locked up in places like Arkham.” Jim continues, flexing his hands as anger for the victim’s of that clown bubbled under his skin. “If the owner of those feet are who I think it is, then he had it a long time coming. You and I both know that.”
