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Yandere Batfam x Neglected Zoey!reader

Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Good Ending Bad Ending

You’d always wanted to believe there was a chance. A chance to be seen. To be acknowledged… to be loved. But when Bruce Wayne. The man that was supposed to be your father didn’t even bother to show up for the custody hearing, or even try. That was what broke you.

Staying positive had and always would be a necessity. Maybe it was naive. But feeling happy… or at least pretending to be, made everything a little bit easier to swallow.

If you could prove that none of what your family said or did bothered you, maybe they’d let you in on their inside jokes.

If you could show that you were a pleasant and good-natured person to be around, maybe others would want to be your friend.

And if you could keep a smile on your face, maybe it would be enough to convince you that you’re actually happy. That no one else’s words or opinions bothered you.

You’d arrived at the manor a little after Tim, you were about the same age actually. It made you hopeful of a connection. Years of being pulled back and forth left little room for forming lasting connections. But the times you did try talking to him in the hallway it was always the same excuse—if you were lucky to even have him talk or look at you. “Sorry I’m busy.” Or “I have to help Bruce with something.”

That was it. In all the 4 years you spent with him, those were the only real words he spoke to you. On holidays, he’d be distracted with another conversation, or playing on his phone.

That’s fine. You reasoned, maybe he’s just a really busy thirteen year old.

Then there was Dick. You didn’t meet him until a month after moving into the manor. He seemed so happy to see you—it felt real, you quickly learned that it was surface level. At least for you. Only you. He’d come by, invite you to see a movie, play games, or get lunch sometime. But, none of those things ever happened. With everyone else he could make time, be the shoulder to cry on, and be everyone’s best friend. But, just not you.

The worst time was when he’d invited you to go see turtles at the local aquarium. You were so excited you got ready two hours before it was time to leave and waited downstairs. Five hours passed. After the first one, you thought, okay maybe he’s just held up. Traffic, got distracted, had some last minute things to get done. It’s all good. After the second one, you tried calling. Nothing.

Third time is a charm. You waited and waited. The fourth hour, the sun started to set and the house was quiet. Your stomach grumbled. No one was here.

The next day, you woke up on the couch to him shaking your shoulder and asking you why you’d fallen asleep in the living room. Did… did he not remember? You asked him and he seemed confused, “Why would you want to go to the aquarium, aren’t they closed today?”

So, you were an afterthought. Even after he promised and invited you himself. It hurt, but you smiled and told him that you were mistaken, must have been a dream. You didn’t miss the way he frowned, how he was going to say something, and then decided against it.

You didn’t see him as often after that. You stopped going out of your way to go talk to him every time he’d come by, and he never made any effort to seek you out either. Just sweep it under the rug to deal with later. He’s busy.

Jason seemed to show up out of the blue. You knew about him, but everyone seemed to not want to talk about him or why he had been gone for so long. It sparked the bit of hope you still had inside you, he’s kind of on the outside too, maybe you can both be on the outside together! You went to the library, where he normally seemed to be and tried to start up a conversation about the book he was reading. He didn’t even look up. He just waved you off, it made the words die in your throat as you retreated back to your room. You never saw him outside of that one time, not that he seemed to come by the manor all too often. That’s fine, he was already gone for so long before, maybe he was busy too. 

Just like how Bruce is always busy. You used to call him Dad, but that title never seemed to suit him. In fact it seemed to make him uncomfortable. He was never home, and if he was, you never saw him aside from the mandatory family dinners. Sometimes, he'd forget you existed entirely.

He’d forgotten your birthday for every year you’d known him, you’d invited him to your own self-thrown birthday party a few times, and nothing. The days he was supposed pick you up from school, he wouldn’t show up—leaving you to wait for hours before Alfred could come by, he even forgot your graduation. 

Yandere Batfam x Neglected Zoey!reader

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.5 Good Ending Bad Ending

You didn’t want to jinx it and say that things were starting to look better and feel better. But… maybe, just maybe it was.

It had been months since this change. The audition, though you could barely tell what was going on from the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears and the nauseating anxiety coursing through you, went well. It felt like a fever dream that you kept expecting to have a worse ending than anything you’d ever gone through or witnessed. You kept expecting the pitying looks, the backhanded compliments, the barely concealed annoyance, and eventually dismissal. It all felt like a very real possibility that could happen. The best things almost always had the worse outcomes. You met the third member of what would become your group, Mira, who was nice from what you could tell, but hard to get a read on. 

You kept waiting for it. The sudden twist where they said how they really saw you, how much they hated you… clingy, talkative, too much…

But nothing, not even after almost half a year of training.

No. It was coming. It had to be. There was no way this would last.

And the longer it went on, the more your dread grew.

It was after one particularly grueling practice—sparring while singing is surprisingly really difficult—that it was suggested. To go hang out. Celine kept telling you three that maintaining harmony was one of the most vital things, and you kept hoping she meant vocally. Go get food, ice cream, something fun. Each of you would pick something. Rumi and Mira both picked theirs, and then it was your turn.

This was it. You knew it. The beginning of the end. They’d finally realize, or worse, reveal how they—

"What do you think?"

It took everything not to jump at Rumi’s sudden question.

You tried to swallow away the dry feeling the back of your throat, “Oh, um… anything’s fine.”

Mira sighed, and you flinched, preparing for the worst. “Maybe it’s none of my business, but if there's something you want to do, or somewhere you wanna go, it's okay. No one's gonna judge, and if they do, then that's their problem. But whether you like it or not, we’re your friends, we're not going anywhere. No matter what.”

No. No that can’t.

They were lying. They had to be.

Everyone lied.

Everyone would leave.

It didn’t matter. None of this mattered. You should have known better than to let your guard down, again—how could you be so stupid? And now, they would hurt you, and make it feel like your fault, and—

Rumi gently bumped her shoulder into yours, pulling you out of your downward spiral, "Hey, she’s right… I can tell there's a lot going on in there. But we can't help if you don't let us. So please, just talk to us, okay?"

There was nothing. The room was silent, but not like the suffocating kind. More like a gentle silence. Something that didn’t force itself on you or drown out any other sounds. The kind of quiet that made your thoughts louder, but not unbearably so.

“… maybe the aquarium…” You mumbled out, then hurriedly added, "We don’t have to go, I really don’t mind. I can just pick something else, or—"

Mira gently took your hand, and you were startled at how warm her hands were, "Then the aquarium it is. I've always wanted to go anyway."

Rumi took the other, and it was like her touch sent a wave of cool relief through you. "I don’t think I’ve ever actually gone to one, so I'm excited."

The feeling of dread changed when you got there. When they stayed and looked at the turtles with you. You had them, people who genuinely cared about you, who liked you, and were happy to spend time with you. This was it. Your home, the place where you belonged and had tried to find for years, and it was here. With these girls, who had accepted you for you, and didn’t want anything more or less. They liked you in spite of everything, not because of anything.

Things were starting to feel like they were worth smiling about.

And soon enough, they were.

By the end of the next year, the debut happened. You were on stage, in front of thousands, and you felt like you were truly living. For once.

The first album was a success, and so was the next, and the next. It was like you couldn't stop. You kept trying to give back, and show your gratitude, but none of it felt like enough. There were always new songs, new albums, and demons to kill. You loved this, you loved them. Everything was so warm, so full of life, and joy.

It was so bright.

Why do the brightest lights cast the worst shadows?

Looks like everything’s coming up Milhouse.

Or not.

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Yandere Batfam x Neglected Zoey!reader

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Good Ending Bad Ending

Golden had released just a few days ago. The manor hadn’t been this quiet in a long time. Something had happened. Something that had left both a gaping hole and an unmistakable feeling of guilt. You were gone, and they were just starting to realize that. 

The worst part was that it wasn’t through learned firsthand information or even the feeling of guilt that always seems to find a way of seeping into one’s bones. No. It had been learned by chance, a random news channel reported the global success of an idol group hailing from Korea with one of the three members being the “pride” of Gotham. You. They had contacted Bruce and some of the others to get their opinions on it, but each time their answers were the same, “No comment.”

It wasn't hard for Bruce to connect the dots, and each one seemed to make it more and more obvious how much he had failed to even talk to you. And, as he did a brief search online, it was impossible to miss the way people seemed to be praising your achievements, the number of fans, and the fact that your group was not only a success, but an international sensation. Videos, compilations, interviews, articles, and pictures. Had he ever really known you, or had his negligence been so thorough that he couldn’t even recall the sound of your voice until he heard it in the song?

He had tried to reach out to your mother, but none of the answers she gave filled the void—the very apparent lack of information he had on his own child. She wasn’t any better as apparently you had moved out not long after the custody change. She tried to prolong the conversation to ask whether he had any form of contact with you because, “I’ve tried, but I think they’ve changed their number.”

He hung up shortly after, not having the energy to listen to her any longer.

Dick was next. He was still in Blüdhaven, but when he saw the news, he nearly dropped the phone. No, no, no. This had to be a mistake. Maybe they just had the wrong person, and that wasn't you. It couldn’t be. In all of his memories… wait a minute—he scrolled through his contacts. Did he even have your number? A quick check revealed that, no, he didn’t. How long had it been since he had last talked to you? How long had it been since any of them had?

He knew the answer, but to say it out loud was to admit how much he had failed. If he was being honest, he couldn’t even recall the last time he talked to you, or when and why you were Korea now for some reason. How long had you been there? He had always prided himself on his ability to become friends with practically anybody, but somehow he’d made a mistake with you. Multiple mistakes…

Instead of sinking further into the feeling, he opted to call Alfred.

No answer.

Tim was next. He had been the hardest hit when Bruce told them, and he had holed himself up in his room, looking over each of the posts, videos, and other media. It was almost obsessive—though he had always been this way with things, it never seemed to get this bad before. He was watching the newest video. It was an interview, and he watched as the three of you—your group—giggled and laughed together. You seemed so happy. Happier than you had ever been before. Happier than anyone had ever seen you.

A pang of guilt hit him, and he clicked the next video.

And the next.

And the one after that.

Each one made the knot in his stomach tighten.

He needed answers, and all these videos weren’t doing anything besides giving him more questions. And making the emptiness a little bit too prominent.

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry, or scream, or break something. All he knew was that he needed to see you. He needed to know. Why had you left?

Jason wasn't sure what had hit him the hardest. Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t even remember a face to your name. Or maybe it was the fact that no one had bothered to keep tabs on you. Not him, not Bruce, not Dick, not Tim, and not Damien. He wasn’t sure what to make of it. You. Forgotten. Not just by him, but by everyone else. He remembered meeting you, the bits of conversation he’d hear you involved with around the manor, but some part of him had always assumed that the others were better. That they would remember you. They had more time, more openness. But apparently not.

He wondered what you thought of them. The people you used to call family. How many nights did you lay awake wondering what had changed? Wondering where things went wrong? What had you done to deserve being ignored and forgotten.

Was this what the rest of your life would be like? He’d had had those same thoughts before, and it hurt to realize that he’d put someone else through that same pain. Even if it was unintentional, and even though they'd never known, the thought alone made the weight in his chest grow. He’d screwed up and he wasn’t sure if there was even a way to fix it.

Damien was last. When his father had told him, he felt confused. Why did this matter? They had a mission, and if the person in the picture in front of him wasn’t here, then why did it matter where they were, or what they were doing? Why did it matter if he didn’t know anything about you. Or what happened to you. Or that some part of him did miss you... It didn’t make any sense. You didn't make sense.

And that was when he realized. He was just like the them. He had no idea who you were, and yet he was mourning the loss of a person he was never even close to.

It was so frustrating. He should know these things. You were his sister, bound by blood, unlike the rest of them. So whydid you feel so unreachable? You were supposed to be there for him, to support him, and understand him in ways the others couldn’t.

There really was no comment to be made by any of them.

At least… not publicly.

The decision had been made in private, and a single message sent.

“We’re going to get them back.”

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Yandere Batfam x Neglected Zoey!reader

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.4 Ch.5 Good Ending Bad Ending

Everything felt so different here. It was a stark contrast to the quiet, stifling emptiness of Gotham even when crowded. You clutched your small carry-on, the faint scent of your mother's perfume a surprisingly comforting anchor in the unfamiliar chaos. She was there, a face from old photos and memories that felt so far away, but now here. Right in front of you, offering a soft smile and a warm, guiding hand. 

"Hey, come on." she'd murmured, and for a fleeting moment, a spark of the old hope, the one that used to flicker before Bruce and everyone else had snuffed it out, rekindled within you. Maybe this time around, things could be different! Even having one person that cared, that listened, was more than anything you'd ever had. And you wanted that. More than anything. 

It really could work out this time! That assurance didn’t feel so empty anymore, like something you told yourself repeatedly just to feel like things might just have a chance of working out. Like their was a light at the end of the tunnel instead of…

She took your hand and led you to the car. And soon, you were heading off, ready for a new chapter of your life.

But, you were so caught up in the excitement, that you missed the way the smile she'd given you had turned bitter.

You met the rest of her family. Your family—they had assured you—in the following days. Aunts, uncles, cousins—a sprawling network of people that instantly felt overwhelming yet held a glimmer of the warmth you’d always craved. Was this what it felt like to have people care? About you… it was so warm.

At first, you were cautiously excited. Years of initially good interactions, friendships, and conversations that quickly devolved into dismissiveness had worn down on you. That was how it had been for as long as you could remember. But everyone was so eager to talk to you, to ask about your life, about Gotham. No one had ever done that before.

They laughed easily, pulled you into conversations, and made you feel, for the first time in years, like you were genuinely seen. Like you belonged. And you started to gingerly open up, told them about your interests, the lyrics you’d had written down, and movies and shows you had watched.

You should have known that was all an act.

As weeks passed, it quickly became clear that their interest was just a front, a facade to keep up appearances. The moment you were out of earshot, they'd start to talk.

"Why does she always have to talk?"

"She's just so much sometimes."

"It's exhausting."

You’d heard the words a few times, but tried not to think too much of it—you were new here, maybe that’s just how all family’s are. Afterall, it’s not like you really had one before. But then your mother had offered to take you to an old venue that the Sunlight Sisters had performed at, and while you'd eagerly accepted, the moment you left the room to get your bag, you heard it from her.

“Yeah, apparently Wayne left her nothing. No trust fund, no assets, not even an allowance. Nothing. At this point, she’s just a burden on us all, and he knows it. I guess it should’ve been a sign when he was so ready to toss her away and be rid of her.”

What. Is that what she thought of you? A burden? Did she… did she not want you either? The spark that had just started to finally bloom died and faded. How could it not, after everything, did anyone ever care about you, or had they all just been faking it for whatever reason?

Maybe there was no light.

Without thinking, you left the house. Almost like you had never been there, and all you could do was wish that was the case.

You walked outside, down the street, and just kept walking. You weren't sure where you were going, or what you'd do, but in that moment, you had to leave. You had to get out. So, you wandered, the sound of your own heartbeat drowning out the bustle of the city.

You weren’t sure how long you’d walked, or where you were even going, but then you happened upon it. The venue. It was a planetarium one, that had been combined with an amphitheater, and it was one of the places the Sunlight Sisters had visited on their world tour. Your mother had promised to bring you here, to see it, the place where their legacy had begun. But now, you weren’t even sure if she cared about the fact that this was your favorite band, and you whatever meaning the gesture had held didn’t mean anything anymore.

There was some sort of sign out front, but you ignored it and headed inside. There was no one inside. The hallways were empty, but clean and dark. It was the perfect place to just sit, and be alone. You headed upstairs, and found an open area, a dome-shaped room with chairs and a platform for presentations. This was it. The ceiling was filled with constellations. They looked like stars, and the longer you stared, the more your eyes began to blur. You felt hot, wet tears rolling down your cheeks, and your face scrunching up.

“Are you okay?”

Freezing, you jolted towards the direction of it. She was about the same age as you, wearing a simple gray hoodie, and her purple hair was braided. You hurriedly wiped your face, “Um, yeah. I’m fine. I was just about to leave actually, I’m sorry.”

She looked concerned, but didn't push, instead offering a small, reassuring smile, "Hey, don’t worry. You can stay as long as you need. No one comes up here anyway, so if you want to just sit and be alone for a while, I won't bother you. Promise."

For a moment, the urge to bolt out the door was overwhelming. To run, and run, and run, and never look back. But then, a thought hit you. You knew this girl. You’d seen her before, but where… 

The door opened again, and she came in. Celine. “Rumi, where have you been? The auditions are about to start.”

You gaped, bearing a stark resemblance to a fish.

She stared at you for a long moment, eyes darting between the two of you, before asking, "Do… do you two know each other?"

Rumi shrugged, and you quickly shook your head, "I—no! I mean, I've heard of you! My favorite band is the Sunlight Sisters and—"

“Are you here for the audition?” Celine asked and you felt something very close to a heart attack, “For what. Oh, no, I’m not—”

“Yeah, she is.” Rumi interrupted, smiling like she had done nothing wrong.

You weren’t sure if the feeling was horror or excitement. Was that even a feeling? This had to be a joke, or some sort of cruel prank, right?

"Come on then, we can still get you signed in." Celine insisted and the next thing you knew, she was leading you and Rumi through the winding halls.

When they got to the main hall, and Celine had left to talk to someone, the words spilled out, "What are you doing?"

Rumi didn't seem the least bit fazed by your panic, instead smiling. She seemed like a nice girl, but this was just cruel, right? No one could ever just have good intentions and nothing else, they always had something else. Pretty much every person you had met before this, proved that. So why did it feel like this wasn’t some sort of elaborate trap to pointedly ignore you or hit you at your worst? Why did you want to trust her?

"Hey, calm down, just breathe." she said, and her smile faltered slightly, "Look, I know this is a lot, but trust me, okay?”

She held out her hand, and despite everything you reached out.

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Yandere Batfam x Neglected Zoey!reader

Ch.1 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Good Ending Bad Ending

School was something that quickly lost its color. Any hope that you had had for forming close friendships and relationships that would fill whatever emptiness was inside, just didn't happen. The first few months, you’d excitedly introduced yourself, tried to make conversation, do whatever it took to just have someone, anyone to talk to. But, nothing. It was like people couldn’t stand the idea of even talking to you. Faces scrunched up in a mixture of pity and annoyance. “You’re just a bit much.” Or “Maybe people would actually talk to you if you weren’t like… that.”  So, you just sat there and ate alone, did group assignments by yourself, and tried to stay under the radar. You’d go to school, listen to music during free periods or lunch to drown out the noise you so desperately wanted to be apart of, and write lyrics or doodle in your notebooks during class. This wasn’t how you wanted any of this to go.

Sometimes you wondered if maybe it was your fault. Were you being too pushy, or annoying, or… was it just you? It’s not like you could keep sweeping it under the rug as being the wrong time or place. Not when this kept happening. It had to be you.

When you graduated a year early, it was no surprise that no one from your family was there. They were all busy. They all had work to do, places to be, lives to live that you weren't apart of. That was how it always was, and some part of you wondered why you… never mind.

It’s fine. You hadn’t expected anyone to show up, not even Alfred, who had always been a constant figure in your life. He—busy like everyone else apparently—had to help Bruce with something. When you stepped onto the stage and got your diploma, it was silent. There was no clapping, no cheers, no whistles or hollering. It was quiet. And cold. And lonely.

Maybe you should have just stayed home.

But, there was still one last shred of hope that lingered inside.

Damien showed up a little bit after you graduated, ten years old, and your half-brother technically. You were curious about him. You wanted to have the closeness, the sort of bond that only siblings seemed to have. That everyone seemed to have except you. And this time around, it could be different! 

You didn’t miss how the others looked at him with a sort of reverence and love though. They welcomed him into their fold so easily, like a missing piece of the puzzle. Dick ruffled his hair and fulfilled his promises, Jason would have conversations with him, and Tim would spend time with him. They talked to him, smiled at him, and he seemed happy though his expression seemed to be perpetually sour. It stung. Whatever the feeling was, it hurt.

Because he didn’t seem interested in even talking to you, he’d always brush you off, or tell you to get away from him. Even when you were just trying to tell him goodnight.

The first time you tried talking to him was over dinner. You tried asking about what kind of stuff he was into, how school was, if he had any plans. The answers were short, curt, and sometimes downright cold. You felt tears prick your eyes, and forced a laugh. It was fine. You didn't know him all that well, maybe you were asking too many questions.

You asked again the next night, and the next, and the one after that. Small ones, this time, trying to take things slower. Each time he became more and more aggressive, and eventually it was just him yelling at you. The last time marked the end of even attempting to go near him. He’d attacked you. You weren’t even sure where the knife had come from or where he had gotten it, but it slashed into your right arm, drawing a bleeding line of red that you’d frantically covered with your palm. In that moment, all you could feel was your heart pounding, echoing in your ears. 

Bruce hadn’t even scolded him, instead he told you to quit bothering Damien with questions he didn’t want to answer. But he’d answered those same questions for the others. Why were you so different? What had you done wrong?

The words dried up in your throat and your vision blurred. All you could manage was a small nod and a quiet, shaky, "Okay.”

It was hard to believe in anyone when it felt like no one wanted anything to do with you.

It was hard to think that everything would turn out alright, when no matter how hard you tried, things just seemed to get worse.

It was hard to see the light when all you could see was darkness.

And it was even harder to be happy, when everything and everyone else seemed so content in pretending like you didn’t exist.

Nothing would change for them, but things would change for you. Your mother, who’d been living in Korea, had requested a motion to modify the custody agreement. And since you were still technically a juvenile, it had gone through. 

A new court date had been set. Alfred had dropped you off and you had met one of Bruce’s lawyer in the lobby, a nervous man that didn't have a chance to introduce himself, before leading you into the room and taking his seat. You had taken yours, and your eyes darted to the empty chair where Bruce should have been. Where was he? He had to show up. Didn’t he care?

The hearing had begun, and it didn’t take long for your mother and her attorney to argue that with all the changes, and Bruce Wayne's apparent lack of involvement or attention in your life, it would be safer and healthier for you to be raised by her. All the things you’d tried to hard to put away, to ignore, each one just becoming another nail in Bruce’s coffin. The bang of the gavel was the last one.

He didn’t care.

He never had.

And neither had any of the others.

The ride home was silent. Alfred seemed to understand, and he didn't try to fill the void. You stared out the window and watched the buildings and lights blur past. Everything felt so numb, so… hopeless.

Once you were home, you retreated to your room. There were no tears, no sobs, or cries. You just sat down on your bed and let yourself fall backwards, staring up at the ceiling. You didn’t cry. Not because you didn't want to, or weren’t sad, or didn't feel like you needed it. But, because there was nothing. Nothing but a deep, aching void. A hollow, empty space.

Your mother would arrive in the next few days. And she’d take you with her to the airport. Your stuff, a meager collection of stickered notebooks, clothes, plushies, and other items would be shipped overseas. And that would be it.

There was nothing left for you here.

It was hard to sleep, not just that night, but every night leading up to it. The silence was suffocating, and all you could do was lie in bed, trying to ignore the way your heart pounded in your chest and wetness pricked the corners of your eyes.

The night before you left, Alfred came by to knock on the door.

He told you goodnight, and that if you ever came to visit, the kitchen would always have your favorite snacks. He wished you goodnight again and shut the door.

There was nothing.

The morning had come, and you were in a car headed for the airport where you met your mother. She got you breakfast, and asked some questions about what school was like and if you were looking forward to anything. It was hard to focus on the answers. But you tried.

Everything else was a blur.

It was like you blinked and suddenly the plane was taking off. A fifteen hour flight to Seoul. Gotham got further away, swallowed by the clouds that the plane swept over. Putting on the Sunlight Sisters only seemed fitting as the sun started to rise.

You wanted to miss Gotham, but would it even miss you?

Maybe leaving was exactly what you needed. Gotham had never truly been your home, just like the Wayne’s had never been your family. But maybe it would be different where you were going, and you could find belonging in your family there.

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Yandere Batfam x Neglected Zoey!reader

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Bad Ending

You didn’t want things to end like this.

You didn’t want things to end at all, actually.

And yet, everything just felt like it was getting worse and worse. All while you desperately clung to the very thing that had been the light in so much darkness. Golden was supposed to be everything, it was supposed to be the song that started the beginning the end. It was supposed to be the song where things would finally change for the better, securing the Honmoon and protecting the fans.

But if that was the case, why were things even worse than how they had ever been. The Honmoon was in danger. A Demon boy band, something you had never even imagined—well, maybe that was a lie, but no one needed to know that. You couldn’t fault Rumi or Mira, that felt impossible, not when they had both given so much. So, the blame fell on you. Because this was your fault. It had to be. That was the only thing that felt like it made sense. Especially after the absolute failure that the Idol Awards had been. You hadn’t been there, you hadn’t been enough, because if you had been either of those things Rumi wouldn’t have lied about… everything.

Everything felt too still and too quiet in the crowded streets. People walked past almost like robots, expressions dazed and eyes almost… lifeless. You’d lost Mira in all of it and as you scanned the area looking for her, that all too familiar feeling of emptiness sunk in.

You felt alone.

It was something you wanted to ignore, to pretend wasn’t there, but it felt so undeniable. She left. And it felt like, all of this felt like your fault. Vision blurring from tears, it made it impossible to notice the hand that had landed squarely and purposefully on your shoulder.

There he was. And behind him were the others, his family.

“What are you doing here?” Was all you could manage.

He smiled sympathetically and moved closer, making you move further away, "I was worried. We all were. Especially after seeing what happened there. Are you okay?"

You didn’t answer, you couldn’t. Dick continued, holding out his hand. “We’re here to take you home.”

“Home?” You mumbled out, it felt so impossible.

Hesitating, you reached out to take his hand only to be cut off by the force of being pushed back. It took a moment for everything to reach clarity, but when it did, nothing you were seeing made sense.

Mystery.

He stood in front of you, almost defensively? Growling with claws outstretched towards Bruce who was scowling at him. Behind him were the others, each in a fighting stance with Batarangs?

What.

As Jason moved to attack the demon, the familiar sight of Mira’s Gok-do appeared and blocked the hit and there she was. Along with Rumi, sword ready.They both stood in between you and what was supposed to be your family, Mira was glaring with a fury you had never seen from her. “I don’t know who you people think you are, but I have a pretty good idea of the pain you’ve caused and I think the only one’s heading home are you.”

Mystery let out another growl as Jason moved to strike again. Mira raised her blade higher, the look in her eyes was dangerous and cold.

You had to say something, anything, before someone got hurt.

Bruce moved towards you and the feeling of Mystery shoving himself in front of you and letting out a hiss was the last straw.

Drawing the shin-kal knives from the threads of the Honmoon, you glared, "I’m not going home. I already have one.”

The tension seemed to reach its peak and just as it felt like it was gonna break, and a fight would break out in turn, Bruce cut through it.

"I'm sorry."

Your grip on the weapons loosened slightly, and Rumi lowered hers, "What?"

"For everything. I never meant to hurt you." His tone was soft, almost genuine.

You weren’t sure whether you could believe him, or whether he even really meant what he was saying. But it all felt like it was “Too late.” You whispered before continuing, louder, "It’s too late for you to suddenly decide that you want to be there for me, that you want… me. I already have a family. I already have a home."

The words came easier, and the more you said, the lighter you felt. This wasn’t your fault, none of this was. And if he wasn't going to admit his mistakes, you were. "You weren't there for me. None of you were… And if you guys really cared like you said do, then, you’d let me have this.”

A brief glance back at Mira and Rumi told you that they would support whatever choice you made.

It was the hardest decision you had ever made. Most of them had felt like one’s being made by others for you, but to decide this on your own, to say what you really wanted for the first time felt so freeing.

Bruce and the others shared a glance before nodding, and leaving.

It was only a few seconds after they had left that Mira and Rumi hugged you, and then the tears finally spilled. It had been so long since anyone had ever done that.

You weren’t sure exactly how or when things would be different.

While still swaddled up in the safety and warmth of the hug, you caught sight of the demon. “Can I keep him?”

The other two groaned.

I’m gonna go into hibernation now.

Thank you so much for all the support, it’s meant so much and has been really motivating! Hope everyone has a great night!! :D

Yandere Batfam x Neglected Zoey!reader

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Good Ending

How was it possible that everything could come crashing down so fast and so hard? The worst things seemed to always happen in a blink of an eye.

Everything had started to feel like it was working out. The Honmoon had been golden, the fans had been safe and happy. It had all been perfect. Until it wasn’t. A demon boy band—who were distractingly hot—had created this weakness in not just you and your friends, but the fans too.

Cracks in the foundation that you weren’t even aware were present. They had to have been before, because otherwise they wouldn’t have made everything feel like it was falling apart. And it was. What was supposed to keep you together in spite of all those challenges was just… gone.

You trusted Rumi and Mira more than anything, because they were everything to you. And you had thought. No, you had hoped, that maybe… they thought and felt the same way about you. But, Rumi had lied, and it the worst part was that all you could do was feel like you were the reason why. If you had tried more, or hadn’t been so… much, maybe she would’ve trusted you enough with this secret that had pulled at the seams of everything that you believed in. Everything that made sense and gave you a purpose.

Was everything supposed to be so black and white, because it sure looked that way when the clouds blocked out the sun. And as you scrambled to hold onto the only connections that you had ever had, they were cut. 

“There is no “we.”” Mira snapped. “I don’t get to have a family.”

For a moment everything was still. You held your breath, hoping all of this was some kind of cruel joke that you could pretend to laugh at later. You couldn't just leave things like this. You had to apologize, do something to try and explain, and more importantly ask what you did wrong to make everyone leave…

Through the numbness was the feeling of people moving almost robotically past you, and when you looked up, she was gone. They all were… why did this keep happening—

“You’re too much. And not enough.” The voice punctured through the endless stream of your panicked thoughts, louder than the rest, and yet sounding like your own. All too familiar in its cruelty that felt like only truth, the only reason left for why everything had gone wrong, why you had failed just like every other time. “You’ll never belong anywhere, but I can give you a place to belong.”

That… really? Could you have that? You wordlessly following the crowd, the feeling of a hand on your shoulder forced you to pause and turn towards the source.

Bruce?

You didn’t realize you said it out loud until he nodded “Yeah, I’m here.” He pulled you into an embrace and it felt like everything for a second, everything you’d wanted. To be seen, to be understood, to belong. Wetness blurred your vision as you leaned into it. He smoothed your hair down, "It's okay. I’m here and I’m not leaving."

It was the same words that you had used for years to convince yourself that everything would work out, that maybe, just maybe this was your chance to finally find where you belonged. It felt impossible to turn back now, impossible to leave again, and impossible to notice his arms tightening through the veil of reassurance you so desperately clung to.

“Let’s go home.”

For a moment you hesitated, and then, quietly.

"Okay."

Maybe things would be better.

The flight back to Gotham had been mostly uneventful. The others had come too apparently, filling up the silence with endless questions and noise that you had once longed for so deeply. But right now, it all felt like too much. You didn’t want it to be quiet again, but somehow this wasn’t—

No.

Forget it. Sweep that feeling under rug to deal with later.

“We’ll play some games when we get back.”

“What. No, I already had so much stuff planned.”

Dick, Jason, and Tim continued to argue for most of the flight, with Damien practically becoming a barnacle to your arm. All of it felt like it was coming from behind a layer of static. Like you were hearing them through the water, or fog. You stared blankly out the window, and watched the clouds pass. The sun was setting behind the thick haze of gray that polluted the sky.

This was what you wanted… right?

But then, why did it feel so wrong?

The manor wasn’t the same cold and empty place you had tried to bury in the past of memories you’d rather not have. Everything was warm—too warm, like it was trying to suffocate you. They were smiling, laughing, joking, and trying to pull you into it. It was nice, you reasoned.

“Are you happy to be back?” Alfred had asked the night of your return. Your throat dried up and you couldn’t answer… the smile on your face felt too tight as you nodded before closing the door to your bedroom.

Looks like Rumi’s the next sacrifi-I mean story.

I’ll probably take a little time before working on that, I wanted to wrap up some other projects before diving into a new one. This is the first story I’ve actually completed, and I am so grateful for all the support throughout the duration of it! Hope everyone has a great night!! <3 <3