#yandere gotham

[myerssimp21]

Jason Todd, Hot Neighbor (YAN!Pt.2)

Romantic!Yandere!Batfam Part 2. Part 1 is Tim getting aphrodisiac'd by Ivy and desperately coming over to Darling's apartment, getting it on her. Hot neighbor!Jason hears them fucking and comes over, jealous. Part 1, Part 3: here

Still reeling from Tim's sudden departure after one of the most intense sexual encounters you'd ever had, you couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that washed over you. There was a sense of sadness lingering in the air, a twinge of disappointment that he couldn't stick around a little longer.

The word that kept echoing in your mind was "used". You didn't want to admit it, but that's how you felt deep down. You wanted to believe that Tim had a valid reason for leaving so abruptly, that there was something important waiting for him elsewhere. But a nagging voice in your head whispered doubts, reminding you that you were important too.

On one hand, you wanted to extend an olive branch, to give Tim the benefit of the doubt and assume the best of him. But on the other, you couldn't shake the feeling of being disposable, of being cast aside after serving his purpose. He had seemed so sorry to leave, he'd apologized and promised to make it up to you, but you needed the emotional aftercare badly.

It was a bitter pill to swallow; that someone could be so desperate to be with you one moment and then leave without a second thought. It made you feel cheap and dirty. It felt as if your worth was measured solely by your ability to fulfill someone else's desires. These feelings were made worse when you realized your sex had somehow left you still impossibly aroused; as if the two orgasms Tim pulled from you were inconsequential. It was like your cunt forgot it had barely pulled off the second orgasm in a row.

The conflicted feelings and the growing desire settling in your body together, you experimentally snuck a finger into your underwear as you stood there in your bedroom, eyes widening at the sloppy wetness that was there despite Tim using a condom. You were still aroused- you felt your heartbeat quicken at the realization.

Heartbeat beginning to pound at the thought of whimpering on a vibrator soon, a faint hope flickered in your chest as you heard another knock at the door. You couldn't help but wonder if it was Tim again, returning to offer some explanation or just to be with you a little longer. You honestly hoped it was Tim so he could chase away the lingering sense of emptiness that had settled in your chest. Neglecting to wash your hands this time, you staggered over to the door.

As you pulled it open though, Jason's tall form greeted you, stance confident and looming over you. His presence radiated authority and self-control, a stark contrast to Tim's frantic approach. Seeing him wearing a shirt for the first time, you remember you're not wearing pants, pathetically hiding your nudity behind the door with only your clothed torso exposed.

"Hey there," Jason's voice was smooth, his tone laced with a hint of something you couldn't quite place—"I couldn't help but notice some... interesting sounds coming from your place," Jason's words were carefully chosen, his tone easy-going but his eyes dangerously sharp. "Thought I'd check in and see who's been keeping you busy tonight."

You find yourself at a loss for words, stunned by the realization that Jason not only heard you with Tim but also has the audacity to expect you to disclose who you were with. Tears begin to prickle in your eyes as you grapple with the unfairness of the situation. If only Tim had stayed for some form of aftercare, you wouldn't feel so utterly lost right now.

"You've been getting to know someone else, haven't you?" Jason's tone carries a blend of amusement and feigned curiosity, as if he already knows the answer but is daring you to admit it. It's as though he's challenging you to reveal the truth.

Your silence seems to irritate him, and a sneer plays at the corners of his lips as he leans in slightly, effortlessly invading your personal space. Because he's so confidently moving in, you don't think before opening the door more and exposing your nudity thoughtlessly. His eyes quickly scan your form and his sneer morphs into a mean smile at the sight. The realization that you've allowed these power dynamics to spiral out of control, allowing unspoken boundaries to be trampled, makes your tears bigger as he draws closer, threatening to drop.

"Lost for words, are we?" Jason's voice held a note of mockery, "It's funny how the most vocal sluts so often have the least to say when it comes to the truth."

You couldn't help but feel shame wash over you. The brutal way he spoke down to you left you almost shocked into submission; as if his words made you want to bow your head and eagerly do as he said. The overpowering scent Tim carried that you caught when you'd buried your nose into his neck still had you dizzy, your heartbeat throbbing and beginning to ache in your cunt. It was so dangerous to let Jason bully you into what you knew he wanted, especially after Tim had left you feeling so dejected and empty with his quick escape, but you were still desperately needy both physically and emotionally.

"Maybe you should worry less about who's been keeping me busy and more about how you can keep up."

It's confident at face value, but those tears are still threatening to spill and your voice is too quiet to convey self-assurance, betraying your shaky invitation.

There's a beat before Jason wordlessly invites himself in and you feel a sinking sensation beginning to form in the pit of your stomach. His silent actions speak volumes, locking the door behind him as he steps in and his body firmly presses against yours. The click of the lock sends a chill down your spine, a stark reminder that this is no longer just a tense exchange at the doorway.

You’re sure he can feel you trembling when he dips his head down to attach his lips to your neck, exhaling loudly when you melt into it. You’re certain he can tell you’re shaky when both his arms reach up to support you as soon as he’s locked the door behind him, holding you steady as he turns out the harsh kitchen light Tim neglected when he ran out. The only other source of light is softly spilling out from the bedroom from your lamp, lightly enveloping you two in a serene glow.

“We can stop anytime you want,” he says gently and more tears well up in your eyes at how fucking soft he sounds in comparison to how mean he just was, “just say it and I’ll listen.”

You sniffle back more tears that come out when he begins rubbing circles into your back, feeling frustrated that your body hasn’t caught the hint you’re not quite in the mood. The physical discomfort that has you convinced only orgasm will relieve it is hard to explain.

“I just don’t know what’s wrong with me, Jason,” you whimper, “I need this but my headspace is fucked.”

As you speak, you can feel Jason's arms tightening around you, offering comfort and support amid your confusion. You struggle to make sense of the conflicting desires coursing through your body, the overwhelming need for release clouding your thoughts.

Then you’re trying to keep your knees from giving out when his lips return to your neck, alternating between sharply nibbling and sucking the skin there.

“I’ll take care of you,” he breathily promises, one of his large hands snaking into your panties to rub your labia up and down as he guided you both into your bedroom. Shudders erupted over your skin when he eased you onto the bed to crawl above you, a grin on his face again as he pulled it away from your neck, "even if you've broken my heart."

"Jason-" you begin, pouting up at him, overwhelmed by the sensations and confusing signals from him, "You-"

He didn't let you finish your protests, covering your mouth with his in an obscenely lewd kiss as a finger slipped into you. The embarrassingly loud, low moan involuntarily spilling out onto the tongue now exploring your mouth makes him pull away and laugh, slowly pumping his finger.

"Did you let him cum in you?," he asks, sounding accusatory, the mocking grin glinting back at you, "You're so sloppy down here."

"He didn't!" You whine, aware he's being degrading again but knowing you're too far gone in committing to this pleasure to care, "I just... I need you that much, Jason."

He falters fingering you to process what you've just said to him, and your eyes search his expression, trying to figure out what he's thinking. The thrill of not knowing makes you clench down on him, squirming underneath him as your desperation grows.

"Please don't make me beg," you whine again, sure you sound pathetic, "Jason, plea-!"

You're cut off again, this time by the sensation of a second finger slipping in, pumping steadily as he attaches himself to your neck once more, biting and sucking as you moan in relief. You can't help but squeeze on his fingers at every sensation, feeling the painful tingling of arousal slowly ebb away with each dedicated movement of his. Quickly any pain is replaced with a building need for release and you close your eyes, focused on how good the friction of the finger-fucking feels.

It's increasingly apparent to you that you're in your bedroom with Jason. He's the hot neighbor you never imagined would be between your legs teasing you like this, smirking down at you like he was Satan. But here he is, sweetly giving you exactly what you want, exactly what you need.

He suddenly stops pumping them, pulling them out wordlessly and your eyes fly open in the absence. Before you can protest or do anything other than make frustrated eye contact and whine, he sinks them back in and pauses before wiggling them inside you in a way that makes your hips buck up against him with an even helplessly louder moan.

"There we go," he murmurs contentedly when you instinctively grab for anything when he moves like this again, settling on squeezing his bicep as it flexed with his fingering, "There's my good girl. You're so responsive to me, aren't you?"

"J-Jason," you whimper, your voice already breathless and needy as his fingers work their magic and you feel yourself approaching your climax. "Can I please cum?"

As soon as you ask it, the shame rushes through again. You didn't mean to sound so pathetic, but Jason's attitude makes you feel like you should ask him for permission with the way he's acted about Tim coming over and because it's him bringing you to the edge right now.

Jason's lips curve into a knowing smirk as he feels the immediate shift in your demeanor, sensing your embarrassment even as your body continues to respond to his touch.

"Did you just ask for permission?" he teases with his voice low and husky as he continues to pleasure you, slowing his strokes and gently placing his thumb onto your clit to rub circles, "How obedient of you, begging for release like a good little pet."

His words send a flush of heat to your cheeks, the embarrassment mingling with the added pleasure coursing through you.

"I-I didn't mean to," you stammer, your voice barely a whisper as you struggle to find the right words amidst all the overwhelming stimuli, "It's just... I can't control..."

Jason's smirk widens at your embarrassed stammering, relishing in the power he holds over you in this moment of vulnerability.

"Didn't think I'd have you begging for permission so soon," he taunts, his voice dripping with amusement as he continues to tease you. "Makes me wonder... did you ask the other guy for permission too?"

Your cheeks somehow burn even hotter at the mention of Tim, the memory of his presence earlier adding another layer of shame to your already flushed face.

"I-I didn't," you manage to choke out, your voice barely audible over the rush of blood in your ears. "I didn't need to..."

"Of course you didn't," he drawls, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Because I'm the only one who can make you feel this way, aren't I? And you know what? I'll make you forget about him," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "I'll make you forget about everything except how good I can make you feel."

"Move up and face that way," he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he guides you into a new position. "I want to see you from a different angle."

You comply without question, too caught up in desire to protest. Little do you know, you're playing right into Jason's hands, completely unaware of the surveillance cameras placed at strategic areas of your apartment and bedroom capturing every intimate moment between the two of you for the voyeuristic pleasure of the BatFamily. His movements are carefully calculated to get a better angle for the cameras hidden throughout your apartment, so he can prove to Tim that he fucks you better.

Suddenly, Jason shifts his position, dipping down between your legs with a predatory gleam in his eyes. His hot breath fans across your sensitive skin, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. You muster the nerve to peer down at him and feel faint at the sight of such a gorgeous man hovering over your pussy, looking devilishly up at you.

"J..." you whimper, your voice barely a whisper as you feel his lips begin to press against your most intimate place. The sensation makes you gasp in surprise and instinctively try to shut your legs. He uses a big arm to keep your legs spread so his head and hands had room, his warm mouth alternating between flicking at your clit and sucking on it while his fingers were buried in you. While you can't pry him off if you wanted to, the grip you have on his hair with both hands helps you feel more grounded and gives you something to squeeze when he sucks hickeys into your labia lips.

You cry out his name when your orgasm finally hits, tugging on his hair to pull him as close as you can to your pussy as he bottoms his fingers out in you and sucks at your throbbing clit.

He laughs as he pops off your pussy, "How many orgasms is that for you tonight, baby?"

Your head is spinning and a new ache is growing in the depths of your pussy. You hiss when he slowly removes his fingers, trying to answer him, "Um, maybe three?"

"Mmmm" he practically purrs, crawling back on top of you and covering your mouth with a deep kiss you hadn't expected before pulling away to smile at you, "Being able to still count them means you haven't had enough yet."

You giggle but whine when he's back to nibbling at your neck again, hearing his clothes rustle while he distracts you with kisses, "Jason, you have to wear a condom. They're next to my bed in the dresser."

He lifts his head to glance over to the dresser, "No, they're not. They're on top of it. You and him used two earlier?"

"It-" your ear tips are warm again, "It doesn't matter."

"Right." Jason says and it frustrates you that he still seems slightly peeved about Tim's visit earlier. His body hovers over you as he cranes for the condoms and he chuckles, bringing one of your vibrators into your view underneath him, "I want to see you get ready for me on this while I put this on," he gives you a look like he means business that sends shivers down your spine, "and it better be your favorite setting."

Closing your eyes and trying to not worry about the intense warm feeling spreading across your body in throbbing sensations, you expertly start and find your favorite setting on the sex toy, whining when you find the best spot near your clit. Some part of you is screaming at your decision to close your eyes; it's better for you to focus on what he said in this head-heavy state, but you're also screaming at yourself, begging yourself to just peek at what Mr. Hot Neighbor is packing. Something tells you it'll make the brain fog happening in your head worse.

The sounds of latex and skin quiet down and his lips are back on yours, hotter and heavier than any other. Or maybe that's just how you're seeing it? Your eyes fly open when you feel it bumping against your thigh and your wide eyes meet his teasing ones when he pulls away from the sweaty kiss, smiling down at you.

"How do you want it?"

"...I like it from behind," you shyly state, yelping in surprise when he promptly grabs you by the waist and roughly flips you onto your stomach. It would make sense that all those muscles would be good for something after all. He dips down to nibble on your ear tip and lays some of his bulky weight on you and you feel his penis pressing against your ass.

"What do you like about it?" He asks, and you feel weak and tremble as he grabs your hips and firmly pulls them up so they're flush against his pelvis, hard penis slowly rubbing against your cunt.

You want him to fuck you so badly, and it makes you feel pathetic and slutty given Tim had been here earlier.

"Jason-" Your bratty tone is cut off by him laying a hard smack onto your ass, and you jump in his grasp.

"Answer me or I'm not putting it in," he growls.

"That it's a deep position and it makes me feel full," you confess, feeling feverish from your need, "Please please fuck me."

"Hmmm," he hums, hesitating. In frustration, you wiggle your butt against him, rubbing yourself on his dick in impatience, "Is that it?"

"Why are you being so mean," you pout, attitude dissolving when you feel him prodding against your entrance and gasp, "Jeez, you're big."

"I know you can take it," he says and begins easing it in. You stare down at the blankets your hands are wildly gripping and moan while his entry begins stretching you open, "I'd bet you even like the pain, don't you?"

"Yes and I-I-" you feel like you can't even breathe until he's all the way in, "I can't believe you're so big." You're feeling increasingly dizzy as he slowly inches his way in, feeling a weird static-y sensation building up in your head as he eases into you.

The orgasm hits almost as soon as he bottoms out, and your body begins involuntarily twitching with each throb of your pussy clenching around him. The stimulation is getting to be too much but your moans are loud and lustful as he helps you ride out your climax on him, gripping your hips tightly to keep you glued on his dick. He keeps you plugged up with himself as you twitch on him until you finally stop cumming, trying to catch your breath underneath him after it tore through you.

The silence and stillness is broken by wet sex sounds as he begins thrusting, pulling almost all the way out before burying himself back in decidedly. The pace is slow but each thrust makes you feel like you're possessed when you throw your head back and moan at the sounds, feeling your vision blur.

"Oh," he coos, "would'ya look at that?"

His big hand comes up to wipe at your face and he shows you the drool he just dragged off your chin. His hand disappears from your view and you hear him suck on his fingers, pulling them off with an audible 'pop'. The thought of Jason sucking your spit off his fingers makes you shudder and he feels you clench on his dick like mad again.

"Oh, fuck, just like that, baby," he whines and you whimper in reaction to how fucking good Jason sounds when he whines for you, "Take me just like that."

His pace is faster but he's fucking you just as hard, his fingers digging into your sides as he grips you and pounds you down on him like you were a toy. Feeling yourself inching towards another orgasm, you start whining and repeat to him over and over that it's coming.

"I know," he manages through his grunts, ramming into you now at his own vicious pace, "I'm so close, I know you can cum with me, you can do one more."

Then all at once, as he climaxes and pushes himself all the way in, you feel yourself snap and you spasm on him with your final orgasm, crying out with each pulsing sensation. His moan is choked as you cum with him, and his hips lightly jolt with each twitch of his dick as he empties into the condom. As he and you both come down from your highs, the hands that were gripping your waist slink up and he embraces you from behind, using his weight to ease you down until you're lying on your stomach and he's atop you, breathing heavily.

"Are you okay?" he finally asks, "You're shaking so badly right now."

"I-I'm just..." it's hard for you to finish your sentence. How are you supposed to tell him Tim left without aftercare, you just had more orgasms in one night than you ever had before, and you were scared of how your relationships with both would fare after this night?

"Here, hang on," he says and his weight lifts off of you. His dick slowly begins to slide out of you and you hiss at the sensation, feeling tears spring into your eyes at the settling throbbing pain.

"Woah, hey," Jason's voice breaks through the haze of pain and exhaustion, his touch gentle as he helps you shift from lying on your stomach to settling in his lap. His thumb brushes away a stray tear that escapes your eye. "Tell me what's wrong. Was I too rough?"

You shake your head before he even finishes asking, fighting to keep your voice steady despite the tremble in your bottom lip. "No, you're fine, thank you," you manage, your gaze dropping to your hands. "I'm just tired and sore."

The lie hangs heavy in the air, and you can sense Jason's skepticism in the silence that follows. But to your relief, he doesn't press further. Instead, he wraps his arms securely around you, pulling you close against his chest, your head resting against his shoulder. He rubs slow circles into your back as you sniffle in his arms.

"Hey," he murmurs, "You know you can tell me anything, right? Whatever it is, I'm here for you."

Your mind races with uncertainty. You worry if you're being too vulnerable, too open with him. After all, you haven't known each other for that long, and revealing this level of distress feels scary to you. Summoning a shard of courage, you lift your head from his shoulder, meeting his gaze tentatively. His eyes are filled with worry, yet there's a glimmer of relief as you finally meet his gaze through your tears.

"Hey," you begin softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think... could you maybe grab us some water and Advil? Just for now? They're both in the kitchen."

The request feels small in comparison to the weight of your emotions, but it's a start. Without another word, he gently eases you out of his lap, tucks a pillow next to you for your comfort, and stands up. Quickly throwing on his boxers and his shirt, he leaves. Your gaze lingers on his retreating form, admiring his physique and pondering once again how he acquired the scars that litter his torso and upper thighs.

The dull ache in your body becomes more pronounced, each movement sending waves of discomfort rippling through you. You shift on the bed, muscles protesting as you try to find a more comfortable position. A quiet groan escapes your lips, the pain a sharp reminder of the intensity of your recent sexual escapades. It feels like it's been longer than it should be, but you swallow the fear he's left you like Tim did, trusting that he'd come back.

As Jason returns, you feel a twinge of relief wash over you. He's carrying not only the Advil and your reusable bottle of water but also a small bag of cookies, which he sheepishly explains his roommate baked for him. He brought a cup of water from the kitchen for himself, bringing out a packet of powder that he poured in.

"Hey, I've got an extra," he mentions, showing you another packet from his pocket, "If you're game, we could watch a movie or hang out for a bit."

Taking the packet, you see it's an edible drink mix, and your devious grin makes him laugh. Letting him give you his freshly mixed cup, you guzzled it greedily, swallowing a couple painkillers down with it. As he used your water bottle to pour himself a new cup, you tried to stand and instead felt very dizzy, plopping back down on your sheets.

Jason is quick to steady you, "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice again laced with worry.

You manage a weak nod, trying to shake off the dizziness. "Yeah, just need to shake it off," you reply, though you're not entirely convinced yourself.

He stays close, gauging your condition, "What do you need right now?"

You pause, considering your options, "A shower would be good. I think the Advil and the weed will help my pain, but I can't relax if I don't feel clean."

"Okay," he says, "Let's get you over there."

You lean on him for support as you push yourself upright, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over you. With Jason's arm securely around your waist, he helps ensure you don't stumble or lose your balance on your way through your bedroom to your bathroom.

He hesitates for a brief moment when you get there, his protective instincts kicking in. "I'm not sure leaving you alone right now is the best idea."

"You're right," you concede, feeling a bit shy, "I'd feel safer with you here. Would you mind sticking around? Just in case? I could use the company."

"Absolutely," he affirms, a flicker of intensity in his gaze. "Consider me your personal bodyguard."

It's really less awkward than you thought it might be, with him just helping you step over the tub and closing the curtain behind you. It was honestly a good idea to have him there, since every time you bent over to reach the shampoo or soap up, you'd feel so dizzy you thought you'd fall. You decided to keep it brief, soaping up the necessities and rinsing off quickly while he chatted about his day-to-day. Apparently the cat was a friends and he was watching it for them, his boss was a dick, and his dad was a jerk. You also let him freshen up with an extra toothbrush you kept for visitors, and he laughed since he lived next door and could have gone to clean up over there.

By the time you were done showering, the weed had gotten to both of you and you couldn't hold back inexplicable giggles as you toweled up like he hadn't seen your naked body up close and personal earlier. Feeling less weak but still dizzy, you stumbled back to the bedroom with Jason attached at the hip, collapsing in bed in a fit of laughter at something super dumb he said. Eventually you pulled an oversized t-shirt over your nudity and some panties, dimming the bedroom lights.

He turned on a show you both liked well enough, and you cuddled into his side, yawning. You were almost asleep when he excused himself with a roll of his eyes, gesturing to his ringing phone. Taking the call in the living room and closing the door to not disturb you, you thought you heard him saying "Ivy" or "patrol", but you were really too hazy between the physical exhaustion, the weed, the Advil, and the eventful evening to pay attention to eavesdropping.

When Jason returned to the warm bed, he pulled the sheets up and you settled back into his arms.

"Hey, how are you feeling now?" He asks softly, "Are you still dizzy?"

"Mmm," you groan sleepily, "I feel better now. Why?"

"No reason, just wanted to check," he says, arms gripping a little tighter, "Have sweet dreams, sparrow."

Crinkling your eyebrows in amusement and smiling at the nickname, you fell back asleep quickly.

Part 1, Part 3: here

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[yandereforme]

TW mental health issues, neglect, depression, attempted assault, light yandereness, generally a lot of angst

I read a lot of neglected reader, with the wayne family, and how they become Yandere for you after an incident, varying between posts. This is my take on it.

You arrived at Wayne Manor about a month after Damien did. Your mother had just died, and even though you knew your father and his existed, you had never met them. (Insert neglect)

The thing is, you really tried to get to know them in the beginning. Even though you were grieving, and you’re so sad and afraid, you still tried to get to know them. You baked with Alfred when you could and tried to strike up conversations at the dinner table, or whenever you saw them in the halls. However, after a few months of trying, and not getting any response back, you started giving up.

You started having days where you wouldn’t even leave your room. You would just stay in there laying on your bed. Afterward, you always noticed they never noticed you were gone, which only made things worse. You really missed your mother, and nothing seemed OK anymore. 

The thing that broke you was about two months after you arrived, it was your birthday, and no one noticed. No one said anything to you and no one seems to care. You decided at that point you were just done. You’re done trying to be a part of a family that didn’t want you. You stayed by yourself and pretended you were fine with that.

When you started school, you stayed to yourself. You interact with many people and generally most people forgot you existed. Damian didn’t even see you often, and he forgot about you sometimes too. Until one day, when a classmate of yours grabbed you in front of him, trying to force you to go with him. Damien grew angry. 

He fought the guy off, and the three of you were taken to the principals office and the boys were given detention. However, later, when you got home, he asked you why you didn’t fight back against the guy. You looked him in the eyes, a blank expression on your face, and he realized that he never really seen you smile since that first month.

“Why do you care?”

That was the only response you gave him before going to bed, but it was something he focused intently on. He analyzed your actions since arriving for days, and though he wouldn’t admit it, he became fond of you. He started walking you to your classes, memorizing your schedule, placing trackers on you and bring food up to you on the nights where you didn’t go to dinner. He obsesses over you, and wants you to smile again, like you did in the beginning with him. He hates when those plebeians you go to school with talk to you, and when his idiotic brothers pull him away from you. Didn’t they see you needed a protector?

You didn’t understand why you suddenly had a shadow everywhere you went. Ever since that boy tried to hurt you, Damian was following you everywhere, and was weirdly attentive. He was giving you snacks when you wouldn’t eat whole meals, though you didn’t know how he knew what you liked. Whenever your classmates tried to talk to you(which was rare) Damian would glare them into submission.

Despite how weirded out you were, you wouldn’t deny that a small part of you liked the attention. This was the attention you had so desperately craved when you first arrived. The depressive haze lifted slightly as Damian stayed, and you found yourself less and less annoyed by him following you.

If you guys like this, I will make more parts about the rest of the brothers. Request which brothers you want to hear from next in the comments (Bruce is going to be last). 



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[lonleywriters-blog]

Can you pls pls pls do Yandere Bruce Wayne??

Yes ofc babes.

Yandere Bruce Wayne hcs

Everyone knows Bruce has lost a lot in his life. Parents, friends, experiences.

He is super protective, and before you 'meet' him he is always stalking you.

He just wants to be absolutely sure that you are safe at all times.

Bruce will calculate a flawless meeting with you, and it works.

You guys go on a few dates and make it official soon after.

Bruce has the perfect way to make you do big steps like it's nothing. You moved in a few months after dating.

He lets you redecorate any room but the dinning room, his parents room, or the bat cave.

Alfred and you grow close, as do you and Bruce.

Bruce spoils you to absolutely no end, it's at least three gifts everyday.

Any type of date that he can do privately he will. He has rented places out just to take you on a date.

He absolutely hates you being around people unless he knows and likes them.

He lets you be friends with Alfred, Jim, and Salina. Who else do you need besides him of course?

He will give you your favorite flowers all the time and replace them as soon as one dies.

He can't kill people obviously, but he can say them off, threaten them, and use force.

He isn't scared to hurt someone as long as he doesn't kill them, and if all fails money never does.

Everyone loves bruce, everyone fears batman. You're stuck but it's pretty easy to enjoy it.

#gotham x reader #yandere Gotham #yandere gotham x reader #yandere bruce wayne x reader #yandere batman

[yandere-toons]

OSWALD COBBLEPOT

Platonic & Romantic Headcanons – Yandere

WARNING: strong and bloody violence, guns, stalking, alcohol use, references to torture, death, undeath, desecration of corpses, abduction, psychological manipulation, toxic mindset.

PLATONIC:

From his days of spying and backstabbing as a human footstool for Fish Mooney, Oswald has understood that most relationships are transactional and devoid of real intimacy. Hence, he becomes so readily attached when someone goes out of their way to make his time on this earth a little easier.

In this person, whom he now wishes to have as a lifelong friend, Oswald sees a shining exception to human ugliness, for whose sake he is willing to break laws, spend vast sums of money, and take lives to keep with him.

The late Gertrud Kapelput taught him that one must give everything to those dearest to one's heart, a lesson Oswald will honour for the rest of his life.

In addition to assassinating people on his friend's behalf, this devotion translates to buying out entire inventories of jewellery and clothes for them. He offers free drinks at his nightclub, guarantees protection if they operate a business, and provides super-secret special access to all his mother's recipes.

Being sentenced to Arkham or Blackgate is no matter when Mayor Cobblepot is eager to finagle the early release of an old friend. He will blackmail, intimidate, and coerce all the appropriate offices until the person he wants is back with him.

Oswald becomes exceedingly irritable and anxious if separated from his friend for too long.

He relies on them to lend him an ear whenever he needs to castrate a rival verbally. Although he is not the most cooperative, Oswald is sensitive to any advice from his friend, a sensitivity that doubles if they tell him he is a good man.

As soon as they are more than a few hours late for a meeting and have not contacted him with an airtight explanation, Oswald is howling at his goons to find them and phoning the GCPD to babble about filing a missing persons report. He refuses to sleep or stop pursuing their alleged killer after his worried heart tells him they lie dead in an alley.

Oswald is drowning in grief and hysteria, attacking anyone who delivers bad news about the search when his friend returns to him alive. He collapses into their arms and rejoices that he can delay learning how it would feel to live without them a bit longer, at which point he begs them to clear their schedule in favour of accompanying him through his day.

If anyone dares make a laughingstock of this relationship and, by extension, him, Oswald paces up and down his home while guzzling wine and ranting about how he will roast these people's entrails like chestnuts over an open fire.

Practising emotional honesty for something other than anger takes every courage Oswald can summon. It is safer for him to live out his days half-satisfied and fantasizing than to put his hopes to the test and risk terrifying rejection, so while he is weighing the pros and cons of coming clean, Oswald awaits a sign that the attachment is reciprocal.

In his ideal world, he lives in his father's mansion and drinks tea with his mother and friend while everyone talks about how he proved the critics wrong and became a great man despite everything.

This dream will never come true for various reasons that keep Oswald awake at night, so he persuades his friend to take one of the guest bedrooms and dispatches those who might threaten his monopoly on their attention.

He does much to sweeten the deal, which, when broken down to its most basic elements, is a request for his friend to devote themselves to him, as Gertrud did and as he says he did for them.

A gourmet breakfast and dinner from Olga every day are a given, but the only item on which Oswald will not make concessions is permission to leave Gotham.

Suppose his friend chooses a life of crime. Oswald considers himself their proudest and most adamant supporter. If they are arrested, he will burst into the police station with an army of sycophants - if necessary, an angry mob of misguided citizens - and demand that all charges be dropped.

If the GCPD resists, he will send Victor Zsasz to raid the precinct in a hail of bullets or turn the case into a political issue for the cameras and journalists to shame the police into submission.

A constant sense of danger looms over the friendship, like wolves over a sick deer. Oswald sees it every day in the crowds wishing him to suffer, in the way his heartbeat jumps and pushes him to lash out each time someone approaches his friend with a suspicious look.

This hypervigilance may one day prove too stressful, and Oswald decides his best course of action is to fake his friend's death and sequester them in a safe house until he rules Gotham's underworld with absolute power.

If they do die, Oswald embraces their corpse and wails like a lost child until he has to retreat to survive or gets a chance to mangle the one he thinks is to blame. Afterwards, he is subject to fits of rage and melancholy when reminded of his departed friend and enlists Hugo Strange to revive them.

Operating under a fat paycheck and the threat of torture if he fails, Strange is cleared to sacrifice as many people and make as many monstrous modifications as necessary to succeed.

Driven mad by loss compounded, Oswald finds scarcely a price not worth paying if it allows him to have back one of the few bright spots in his life.

ROMANTIC:

In terms of relationship security, Oswald experiences some cognitive dissonance. He wants to believe that his partner will never abandon him, but at the same time, he fears losing them to anyone with a pulse.

Oswald, pathologically insecure, suspects his partner of finding a replacement for him after one ill-timed joke, one misunderstood smile, or one rejection of another's flirtation that he does not feel was direct enough. He flies into a tirade about how they lead him on and play with his emotions to leech off his wealth and influence.

This explosive tantrum sends his every minion scurrying far away, for whichever lackey is standing closest to him at that moment will be stabbed in the neck with a broken bottle or beaten senseless with a fire poker, depending on the setting.

Even though the physical aspects of his rage never touch his partner, the threat of what he could do to them is present evermore.

Throughout his life, the only people who have invariably been kind to him without ulterior motives are his parents, especially his mother. Therefore, a genuine compliment from his partner overwhelms him with the feeling of being wanted and makes him grossly overestimate his importance to them.

If someone claims that his partner has been disloyal to him, Oswald disregards any evidence as forged and maims the messenger for, in his eyes, being a filthy liar.

The only way he would believe such a thing is if he uncovers the evidence himself, in which Oswald would rather blame a third party for forcing his partner's hand than let go of the comforting delusion that this relationship is meant to be.

As his rise to power destabilizes him mentally and puts a glaring target on his back, Oswald fears leaving his partner alone, even for a minute.

His paranoia spirals out of control until he becomes obsessed with the possibility that enemies he knows too well and those he has yet to discover will come to murder or kidnap and torture the last good thing in his miserable existence.

Oswald assigns Victor Zsasz to keep vigil over his partner day and night for the foreseeable future, giving Victor—who in turn gives his henchwomen—strict shoot-on-sight orders for any visitors not on his list.

The list is shorter than a pig's tail and consists of Oswald himself, Victor and crew, and as an on-again, off-again member, Edward Nygma.

In his deranged mind, not even Jim Gordan has business speaking to his partner without him there to monitor the interaction.

Suppose Oswald gets the impression that someone is trying to wheedle information out of his partner or bully them into betraying his trust. In that case, this interloper is slain with extreme prejudice at the earliest opportunity.

Suppose a friend or family member decides to come over unannounced and receives a bullet to the brain, que será, será. Oswald has convinced himself that all the others in his partner's life are traitors waiting to happen, or, if not traitors, vulnerabilities that his enemies will use to lure his partner away from the safety of his watchful eye.

Acts of disrespect towards those he cares about make Oswald apoplectic, so if he hears anything about anyone accosting or assaulting his partner, someone is getting an umbrella crammed down their throat.

Whether he beats the culprit to death with a baseball bat, lets Victor have fun with them, or mounts their severed head on one of his end tables and calls it a decoration depends on the severity of his partner's distress.

If tears are shed, and blood is bled, whoever caused them this pain is hunted like an animal and reduced to meat paste.

Through mass execution and permanent disfigurement, Oswald makes it clear that his partner is off-limits to Gotham's underworld, even to those members who have been licensed to do wrong by the Pax Penguina.

Anyone still holding them at gunpoint loses an arm and then a life, and Oswald insists that he take that life himself because everything that threatens his partner threatens him, too.

If in Arkham together, Oswald deems himself far more honest than the rest of these ruffians and thus makes a promise. Any violence against his partner will be inflicted tenfold on the perpetrators, whom he adds to his big book of names to disappear once he regains his status as King of Gotham.

Locked alone in the asylum, Oswald worries that his partner will leave and forget about him. Once free, he tracks their current address by any means necessary and seeks confirmation that they have not forsaken him.

This absence has so reinforced his inability to separate that the appearance of a new person or a request to distance himself from them is perceived as a betrayal.

Although Oswald will always forgive his partner, he will not quit plotting revenge against those who gave them these terrible ideas. The day of reckoning for these pond scum will come when and how he pleases.

In the meantime, he would like to share a ribeye steak with his partner while everyone else in Gotham starves.

Do anything you want with my work, but never make me boring!

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[missdrake]

Yandere Jerome Valeska w/ Childhood friend!reader would include: 

Note: Mentions of Abuse, toxic relationship 

Jerome endured a horrific upbringing that included his mother's abuse, that of her partners, that of his uncle, and lastly, Jeremiah's abandonment. He remembered Cicero's counsel at his 9th birthday, that he ought to accept the truth that the world didn't care about him. But what does that old man know? He had someone who cared; you; his sole friend and the only good thing in his life. 

Even as a child, Jerome was very possessive. As mentioned before, you were the only good thing to happen to him in a long time. He grew up to have a mindset where you both are against the world; that’s he your only friend, who knows and understands you more than anyone else. While most didn’t see it, at such a young age, you were able to identify that something was ‘wrong’ with Jerome.

Once, you invited a friend over to play with you and Jerome, which infuriated him. While you were going down the slides, Jerome pushed your friend into the slide face down. This resulted in them breaking their nose, which also resulted in the parents questioning Jerome. Wanting to protect Jerome, you lied and claimed they fell instead. After that incident, you never brought another friend again. 

As much as Lila didn’t like you around her son; she had no choice. When she tried separating you for the first time, Jerome seemed unhinged, almost on the verge of snapping. No amount of beating or ‘punishments’ could calm him. For the first time after Jeremiah; she was terrified of what he could do. When allows him to see you again, Jerome goes back to his normal old self. But Lila was unaware of how much she dug her own grave. 

When Jerome realizes that he sees you more than a friend, he accepts it rather quickly. He wants to spend his entire life with you on his side. So in his mind, it makes complete sense for him to see you through a romantic lens. His love of ideas is a bit twisted, though. His mother didn’t show it and his only guidance is those romantic comedies he watched with you, but then again, they aren’t the best example either. 

When he killed his mother, Jerome finally felt free. Not only will he no longer suffer under her abuse; she won’t get in the way between you and him ever again. He’s excited to tell you what he's done, but has to clean up the scene. And while Cicero advises him not to inform you about his deeds, Jerome tunes him out. You’re his best friend. You’ll never leave or turn him in. You would lie to protect him as you always did growing up. 

Eventually, Jerome was questioned about his mother’s disappearance leading to his arrest, then being sent to Arkham Asylum. The staff had to deal with his violent and unpredictable behavior, hence, why they had you visit him so often. It was the only way to get him on his ‘good’ behavior. But he’d get angry whenever the guards would stay in the room, but for the moment, he doesn’t let it show. It can be unsettling how casual he’s about the whole thing. 

Once Jerome is out of the asylum, he’s so eager to see you again. While he may be a little hurt, if you had a hand in his arrest, he could never be truly mad at you. He’ll hold you close to him. Speaking as if it’s an everyday thing for him to break into your place. 

If there’s one thing about Jerome is he’s very open about his feelings. He casually confesses his ‘love’ for you. No matter what you do, he’ll continue loving you. Betray him in any way, it’s fine, he forgives you after some psychological punishment. Telling Jerome that you hate him will not deter him in the least. And while he professes his love of you in front of everyone, no one dares to use you against him, as they know Jerome will burn down all of Gotham if anything were to happen to you.

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[cvrnelians]

my sweetest friend (one shot)

dark!ed nygma x reader: And then one day, he got it. He finally got it. If he couldn’t earn admiration in the way he wanted, in the way he deserved, the most obvious course of action was to demand it. To take it. To steal it. By any means necessary.

warnings: stalking, kidnapping, violence, non-con themes. minors DNI.

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There is a threshold for pain. Chronic or acute, it doesn’t matter.

Everybody has their limits.

Ed knew this better than anyone. He was always made very aware of his limitations, for as long as he could remember. In spite of his intellect (and sometimes even because of it), he felt like an alien all his life. To understand people and to simultaneously be so disconnected from them was a confusing way to live. He was clever obviously, but too awkward to fully embody it, to carry that sharpness. Handsome in his own estimation, but not enough to distract from his quirks. Cheerful and friendly, but a massive pushover. A punching bag. A coward.

Pathetic.

Long before all of this, deep down he knew that he had to make some changes if he wanted to be happy. He had to stand up for himself.

But here was the kicker: it seemed like the more he tried to tap into his strengths, the more disdain people had for him. Now that he presented himself differently, viewed himself differently—now that he stopped underselling and underestimating himself, now that he embraced who he truly was—people seemed to despise him even more. But he wasn’t just an annoying little fly buzzing around in the periphery now. No. Not this Ed. Not anymore.

Now people saw him as more of a rattlesnake than a fly. The idea really did amuse him. So he robbed a few banks and made a couple of bomb threats. Big deal. If only all these moronic locals that saw him on the news knew what he was like before The Riddler started coming around. He supposed it was better this way, though. Being maligned felt a lot more empowering than being mistreated.

Not to mention, he had you now.

But he was also losing you. This was not unlike before, and yet it was also radically different. This situation with you...it was quite the conundrum. Confusing. Confounding.

Infuriating.

Before he kidnapped you, he had you in a different way. He had your friendship. He had your support. He had your love and attention. He had your adoration and affection, even if it was strictly platonic. But that was just it. Year after year, your relationship began as and would continue to remain platonic. He rolled his eyes at the thought, just as he’d done so many times before. Friends. You used to say it all the time.

“I’m so glad we’re friends, Eddie.”

Bittersweet was the most fitting word for it. A warm hug followed by a killer punch to the gut. Ed loved that you made it a point to include him in your life (and more importantly, that you showed interest in his). But he didn’t want to be your friend. He never wanted to be your friend. Still, you were there. He may not have had you in the way he truly wanted, but you genuinely cared about him. For a while, that was enough.

But again, everybody has their limits.

“I can be cracked. I can be made. I can be told. I can be played. What am I?” he mumbled to himself, fumbling around with the glow-in-the-dark rubik's cube you had gotten him for his birthday all those years ago. He could recall solving it in a matter of minutes back then, but now for whatever reason he was struggling to piece it together. This was also infuriating. He blamed it on his nerves. The past few days had been nothing if not nerve wracking. He turned to stare out the window, trying his best to quietly kill time as he waited for you to wake up. It was the one window in the house big enough for him to sit comfortably along the window seat. The others were way too small to accommodate his height. Rain pelted down against the windowpane in thick sheets, blurring the gloomy image of the city down below.

Ed wasn’t completely void of empathy. He understood why you were upset with him for not letting you go outside. But it was kind of funny, really. You weren’t missing out on much.

Well, that wasn’t technically true. It was Gotham. There was always some madness going on.

Nothing safe or enjoyable, though.

As the years dragged on, Ed’s resentment grew. “I must just have a punchable face,” he would say, given how he managed to alienate most everyone in his life. His strangeness became particularly evident when he got his first (and last) job working in forensics. His coworkers at the GCPD were about as fond of his riddles and sparkling personality as his classmates had been growing up. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Was it really so hard to give credit where credit was due? Was it really that difficult to show a little appreciation to someone that proved to be so useful, to give somebody a bit of positive reinforcement or encouragement every once in a while? Was he really that unlikable?

And then one day, he got it. He finally got it.

If he couldn’t earn admiration in the way he wanted, in the way he deserved, the most obvious course of action was to demand it. To take it. To steal it. By any means necessary.

That resentment continued to grow, but not only towards his coworkers. As ashamed as he was to admit it, he also began to resent you. Yes, you. The only person who once upon a time, supplied him the steady stream of the validation he had been so desperately pining for.

His anger towards you was really pretty simple in its origins. You didn’t view him as an option romantically. You hadn’t even thought about it. He could see it. And in Ed's eyes, this was completely ridiculous.

It was just so illogical. He was clearly the best option for you. He was the option. Why wouldn’t he be irked by you for failing to recognize something so blatantly obvious? You were so much smarter than that.

But looking at you now—bruised and battered, tied up tight in his bed—he was becoming increasingly aware of the pain his faults and limitations had caused. Not only to him, but to others as well.

He still had you, but only in proximity. In possession. He didn't really have you. Not mentally, not emotionally. He didn’t have your heart anymore. Not even as a friend.

Although he promised himself he wouldn’t, he was beginning to slowly force his affection on you. Perhaps that was what kicked this all off in the first place. Tying you up and cuddling you, kissing you, playing with your hair, “accidentally” groping you. Admonishing you with the threat of withholding basic necessities if you ignored or upset him. Screaming at you, taunting you, slapping you in the face when you refused to say or do what he wanted. Just a few hours prior, he had done all of the above.

“You think I want to do this? You think I want to hurt you, that I’m some horrible monster?” he mocked, his voice cracking. He felt like he was jumping out of his skin, shaking from the adrenaline as he trapped you underneath him. As angry as he was, he still hated seeing you so distressed. "Distressed" was putting it pretty mildly, actually.

Petrified. You were petrified. And it made him sick to his stomach.

He had seen you upset dozens of times before, but it was an entirely new feeling knowing he had been the cause. Equal parts powerful and devastating. Was it sick that a tiny part of him liked that he could affect you emotionally on that level?

It made him a little afraid of himself.

“Please say it. Please say it. I don’t care if you cry while you say it, just say it!"

This had been a lie, of course. He did care when you cried, which you did an awful lot of lately. He cared very much. You never smiled at him anymore. Not once since he brought you home.

Not once.

He clamped his eyes shut, willing his mind to go blank, to shake the memory away like an etch-a-sketch. His own words echoed around in his head, punctuated by multiple slaps to your face.

“Just tell me you love me and I’ll stop. Tell me you love me and I’ll stop!”

He hit you six more times before he finally gave up and collapsed on top of you. There was a moment of silence as you both caught your breath. And then finally, finally you spoke.

But it wasn’t exactly what he wanted to hear.

Your voice was strained from crying so hard. “I trusted you.”

Ed realized he had lost a little piece of himself that night. He thought he already arrived there long ago, but he was wrong. He had finally, finally reached his threshold. Evidently, so had you.

You cried together. He wondered if the pit in his stomach would ever go away after that.

“A joke.”

"Jesus Christ!" Ed jumped and knocked his head against the wall, nearly dropping the rubik’s cube in the process. He turned to face you, all dark circles and glassy eyes. Your voice had come out just as raspy as it was the other night, only this time it was due to a deep and much needed sleep. “You startled me.”

“A joke,” you repeated.

His brow furrowed, confused.

“I can be cracked, I can…I don’t know,” you sighed. “Your riddle.”

His heart swelled. You were willing to indulge him, even after all of that?

So he did have you.

He smiled, an earnest, warm little smile. “Correct.”

Oh, how correct you were. A joke. The universe was playing a joke on him, and a very cruel one at that. You hated him, and yet some small part of you still loved him. Not to mention, you owed him. He had been single handedly taking care of you for weeks now. So what if you were tied up in his bed? What did that mean in the grand scheme of things, so long as you two were together?

“Well, sleepyhead,” he cleared his throat, trying his best to appear composed. He stood from his spot along the window seat and began slowly walking towards you, setting the rubik’s cube on the bedside table. “Are you ready to talk?”

💌

“The less of me you have, the more I am worth. Treat me with care, as I will you, and both of us will share our time on earth. What am I?”

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[gotham-daydreams]

Gotham

Batfam

Riddler

(More coming soon...?)

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[yxnderewritingss]

Alphabet for the riddler ad scarecrow from Gotham mayhaps?😳

of course!! and thank you so much for requesting!! (there will be a separate post for scarecrow)! 🫶🏻

Yandere!Edward Nygma/The Riddler Alphabet 🖤

Attachment: How do they become obsessed?

He loved how you were so similar to him, personality-wise before he actually became the riddler. Ed also loved how you were oblivious to his true personality and any troubles he encountered, which meant that he loved how you were always by his side no matter what.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling?

Oh, he’s willing to get bloody rather quickly after becoming the riddler. He didn’t care who he killed, just as long as you didn’t see anything of course. 

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them?

Ed would try his best to treat you well, no matter how out of his mind he may get. There may be times though where he does mock you though and it would be terrifying for you.

Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them?

A part of him believes that his darling does love him back just as much as he loves you, which is more dominate than the other part. The other part knows you don’t truly love him and that if you so happen to, he knows it isn’t actual.

Erratic: How unpredictable are they? How quick are mood changes?

He can be rather unpredictable, just depending on the day/how his day has went. With that, his mood changes are rather quick and there are just some times he can’t control these mood changes and it would suck for you and/or anyone else around him.

Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back?

At first, he would find it somewhat amusing and think you were just messing with him and/or playing some sort of game with him. After he realized you’re not messing around, Ed would be quick to calm you down, either with restraints or him physically restraining you himself.

Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start?

Whenever he sees you upset, that is when his guilt comes out/shows guilt for kidnapping you and hurting you. Any other time though, his guilt is thrown out the window and shows no guilt at all for what he has done.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worse experience with them?

Whenever you see him torture and/or kill anyone, whether it may be a stranger, someone you may know, or just someone who looked at you in the wrong way. So, there’s that.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He wants to live somewhere luxurious with you by his side. That’s it.

Jealous: What makes them the most jealous?

Just you not paying attention to him and/or ignoring him.

Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much do they plan out?

Ed has everything planned out for your abduction. Every little detail. As for actually kidnapping you, he wants to knock you unconscious quick, easy, and painless for you.

Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He would go about it a very classic and simple way. You two would start as friends and would slowly get into the relationship. With every detail being planned out for you two to start dating, his way.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way he acted before? 

Yes. He wants you to believe that he is the perfect man for you. No flaws with him.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

There would be times where it just would be isolation and there would be times where he would be hurting you mentally. Just depends on him mood.

Outrage: What makes them furious?

Whenever you try to leave him or his plans go wrong/not how they were suppose to go for him. Those are his top two things that make him furious.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Again, it’s all about his mood. There would be days where his patience is there and there would be day where his patience is tossed out the window. It’s all up to you and how you treat him as well as how he is just feeling in general.

Quit: If their darling die, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Of course he would be upset if you died or escaped, but for him it can be solved by just a few things. If you died, he could just resurrect you. If you escaped though, which is impossible pretty much because Ed is always two steps ahead of you, he will just bring you back within five minutes, maybe even less. He likes setting records to see how quick he can bring you back.

Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down?

His anger is rather scary and can get out of hand at times. When you’re there though or he can hear your voice in the back of his head, his anger almost dies down in seconds.

Self-Indulgent: How possessive are they? (If at all?)

Ed is possessive, 1,000%. So, he’s pretty high up on that scale.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling, scream, cry and/or isolate themselves?

It would be like something snapped in him. He tries his best to soothe you and calm you down in any way he can think of.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Not really.

Vicious: How vicious can they get?

Ed can get pretty vicious, just not around you. Just around pretty much everyone else, so there’s that for you.

Weakness: What weaknesses can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Showing him the same amount of love that he shows you. That will make him break in seconds.

Xenodochia: How quickly would their darling cut them off after escape? 

Rather quickly because he is the Riddler after all. That in itself can give him a bad wrap. Even though Ed is completely different around you, you hear things rather quickly about him and that in itself can be easy for you to cut him off quickly.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He could only take it for so long. So, it would be a month or less.

Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they now allow their darling to do under any circumstances?

Whenever his enemies or even friends bring you up (mostly in a negative way, but besides the point). He hates hearing your name come out of anyone’s mouth but his. He will not allow you to leave his place at all. No matter how much begging you may do. Ed will not allow it.

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[anxiousnerdwritings]

Dear (Name),

You don’t know me, yet, but soon you are about to become a huge part of my life, just as I’m about to be a huge part of yours. We’re going to be a family. You, me, and Alfred, of course. For once I can say I’m actually happy since my parents’ passing. Just a little more paperwork and you can finally come home.

This is probably going to sound weird but you and I met before. It was awhile ago though so I don’t even know if you remember it. I had gotten separated from my butler while out when a mob of people started acting out of sorts and causing trouble. You had protected me and without much of a thought it seems. And when everything was settling down you were so attentive and caring while making sure I was safe and unharmed. I had been surprised when I realized you didn’t look all that much older than me. I just knew from that moment that you would make a perfect sibling.

I’ll admit I have been quite lonely since my parents’ deaths. All I had was Alfred and as much as I appreciated him, I longed for something else. Someone else.

A friend.

A brother.

A sister.

A family.

I just want someone. I wanted my family back but I know that’s not possible. So, why not make my own family? I have the means to and I know enough of what comes with power to know I could adopt my own sibling if I so pleased. And I plan to do just that.

So, I chose you. I know you’ll be good to me and I promise I’ll be good to you. You will be happy here, I’ll make sure of it. I will do whatever I have to to make my home, your home. I’ve already gotten Alfred’s approval so there’s no need to worry about that. He’ll adore you just as much as I do. I just know it.

I know this will probably sound ridiculous but a part of me wonders if my mother and father brought you into my life. Maybe they truly are looking out for me and you are their way of accomplishing that. It’s a nice thought at least.

I can’t wait to formally meet you, (Name). I hope you’ll be happy here with me. I know I will be.

Your Soon To Be Family,

B. W.

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[weepingchronicles]

yandere oswald cobblepot alphabet

note- this may be ooc for some as im only on season 3 of gotham!

prompt: dear yandere

warnings!

yandere themes and behaviors, kidnapping, murder, mention of gagging, forced affection. (i think thats mostly it?)

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Oswald will go above and beyond for their darling. He may be a bit shy when first falling for them and won't immediately confess but if you're already friends, Oswald is very supportive and there for you. He's definitely picked up soothing tactics that his mother used for him, we all know he's a brat, which comes very useful when you're upset. He's not usually the one to do things for other people unless he gets something in return but if he sees you upset and glooming around, he instantly get up himself to make you some tea.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Like I said, he's willing to go above and beyond for you and that also means killing anyone that's in your or his way. You might wanna keep your complaints to yourself because if you one day complain about a co-worker or even a random stranger on the street, they'll show up dead or missing a few days later. If it is a personal threat to him and yours relationship, he might be hesitant on killing them straight up because he also cares about your feelings and how you think of him. He'll try and bargain with someone who's trying to get in between your guys' relationship, and if that doesn't work- he'll just order someone to kill them with no trace whatsoever. He's delusional enough to believe it's for the best, he does feel remorseful but only for hurting you in the process but it all disappears once you go crying to him and wanting comfort after learning about your friend dying under mysterious circumstances. He'll usually get all his victims killed by henchmen and hired assassins but once in a while someone will just tick him off, someone will say an offhanded insult to you or your relationship, and Oswald freaks. He's cunning and calculated, he doesn't like all-together chaos, he needs to be in control but sometimes his emotions are just too overbearing and powerful, so he'll kill whoever in a jealous rage by stabbing them to death or strangling them until they turn purple. You better hope you aren't there when that happens because it is traumatizing, he'll then turn to you with blood splatter coating his face, you're horrified but he feels so bad. He starts crying and begging for your forgiveness and you just have to give in and shush him, because.. who knows what he might do to you if you don’t?

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

I don't think he'd be outright rude to his darling but if they put up too much of a fight and start fighting him or calling him names, he'll laugh at them and condescendingly tell them how stupid they were for not realizing sooner but that's about how far as he goes because he's also extremely sympathetic to a scared darling. He wants to comfort and cuddle them but he knows that if he does they'll only scream and shudder away from him and his heart breaks. He'll leave them to calm down for a few hours or even days depending, only coming in to bring them food since he doesn't trust any of his maids or men to. Only he can comfort your fragile state. Once you start becoming comfortable with him, he is so delighted. He'll start hand-feeding you and spoiling you with luxurious fabrics and robes, this man goes all out. He'll get both of your portraits painted and hung in the room, he'll tell you all about his mom and start crying saying how much she would want to meet you, Oswald has a thing for details so all custom made clothing will be embellished with small umbrella detailing.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

After a while of you being there, he'll demand affection in return after all that he's done for you. Oswald has unconditional love for you but he was also raised in Gotham where if you give something, you get something back and he expects you to do the same for him once in a while. He won't push you to kiss him or hug him but if you start fighting if he tries to feed you or lay his head against your chest, he'll get up and start screaming about how difficult you're being. Although he wouldn't dare lay a hand on you, if you don't like yelling then it can get rough because this man can have temper tantrums that can be heard throughout the mansion.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He is more vulnerable to you than anyone besides his family, but he is also embarrassed. He doesn't want to tell you how much of a bad person he is and the things he has done if you don't already know. He cries and sobs about his mother and father dying but he won't tell you how his mother died or what happened to his stepmom and stepsiblings after they poisoned his father. He'll just smile at you and wipe his tears saying that's enough for today as he tucks you into bed.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'd be incredibly hurt but understanding, he can take his daring fighting him any day but he just hates when they call him names or say how they hate him. He'll snap and either kill someone closest by, start throwing furniture, or gag you. If you're only just fighting him, he can try and calm you down but will give up quickly enough if you try and scratch at his eyes or headbutt him, he'll just sigh and wait until you fall asleep and then come back and start all over again.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He doesn't like it at all and tries his best to never let his darling escape. He'll go ballistic if you do manage to escape, even if it's just 8 minutes and you've barely left the property, he'll still order nearly all his men to go after you and kill anyone who helped you. The first thing he does when you're returned is check if you're okay. He's out of breath even though he was sitting the entire time and he frantically checks your clothing for any cuts or wounds, if there is none he'll just hold your head for a while. He is so scared to lose you, his love is his greatest weakness as he has lost everyone he has opened up to, he'd rather die first than lose you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably whenever he kills someone in front of his darling, the only time he does this is when he kills out of rage. It opens your eyes to how much of a dangerous criminal he really is and that he could break you if he wanted to.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He wants to just bathe in your presence, it would truly mean the world to him if you loved him back. I don't think marriage would be something he'd want but he's certainly not opposed to it, Oswald would much rather spend his lonely quiet days with just you than have an entire wedding but being 'officially together' is something he can definitely be interested in. Children aren't really his thing, not only does he not like kids but I cant see him being a very good father with his lifestyle. (edit; i finished gotham and i may take this statement back)

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He gets EXTREMELY jealous, he hates to see you get close with anyone he deems as a nuisance. Oswald also has very little self-esteem in himself, sure he has his persistence and intelligence but he knows and doubts that anyone could truly love him the way his mother and father could.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He wants to always be around his darling, his life is a bit of a mess but nothing makes him happier than to come how to his darling and have a nap with them to forget all that he's been through. He's more caring and generous to his darling than anyone before.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

It can go separate ways depending on his relationship with you, if you don't know him he'll wait until he is able to introduce himself, he'd want to make sure everything was perfect but not too obvious he's only after you so he'd maybe stop by your work or make his way into your life by your friends and/or family. If you're friends, he'll be a bit shy to confess but it's kinda obvious he is smitten with you and will gush about it to Olga and bite anyone's heads off if they get too close to you. Eventually, if he gets a hint or hears that you like him too he'll instantly confess, choking back tears saying how he's waited so long and that he's so happy you like him too, even if that's not the case.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Definitely, you cannot make this man hate you. You can stab him, kill all his men and he'll still beg and sob about how much he loves you. With others, he's an intimidating little short man who can get you killed that very same day but to you, he's literally the shyest person and bats his eyes while brushing the few black hairs that fell out of place once you say something nice to him. He cannot stop smiling or blushing about you.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He'll take away rewards or any privileges. You act out, then good clothing and good food are taken away from you, you try and hurt him? You're locked in a single room until you start sobbing to him about how sorry you are. You escape? He won't hurt you but you'll be locked in a room with his or his men's supervision and you won't be let out outside ever again.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

You can still talk with others or even go outside if you're good, but only on his terms and with who he deems appropriate if he gets even the slightest suspicious of you planning to escape or you getting too close with someone? Say bye-bye. Not only does he demand affection but he also wants to take care of you, which means bathing you, feeding you, and making sure that you're healthy and well taken for. He does allow privacy but only if he trusts you.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He can be very patient with you but to others around him? HAH, no.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No, no and no. This man will be thinking of YOU on his death bed along with all his other dead loved ones. You won't be able to leave without the fear of you getting hurt and that's the very last thing he wants and you escape- he won't ever stop thinking or searching for you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He'd feel very guilty but feels he has no solution, he knows he can't move on and he blames it on Gotham and the people itself. I can't see him ever letting his darling go unless he dies.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Mostly his childhood and all his trauma, each loved one of his has died by his hands or left him and he cannot let the same happen to you.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

If his darling starts crying, he starts crying. He is basically a toddler. If they end up isolating themselves, it would be the thing most to make his heart break, he doesn't like seeing you turn into nothing but a waste, he loves you for you. He'll attempt to get you into high spirits or encourage any sort of reaction out of you, just as long as you say something to him.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

I guess that he's open to letting you go outside. Also that he does not want to hurt you physically at all, he's also very shy and it would take some time before he decides to kidnap you.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Definitely his childhood but only if you're careful, he can definitely be fooled by you but not by other people. He also does not underestimate you, it'd be very difficult to escape because even if his guard is down around you, his men are certainly making sure you don't escape. You could probably hatch a plan to drug or knock out Oswald, killing or hurting him would not be an option or else you'd have no chance of escape. But other than that, your chances of escaping are up to luck and how good you are at beating dozens of guards.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Physically? No, never. Mentally on the other hand... not saying that Oswald would ever want to hurt in any way but he'll probably guilt trip you into feeling bad for him or even going through your personal life and deepest trauma in order for you to submit to him if you're being too difficult for too long. He'll bring up that trauma and make you talk about it until you're crying to him, he'll break down your walls as long as you open up to him.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He thinks that you're a goddess and that you can do no wrong, he'll be broken if you betray him and won't believe it from others unless they have proof or he catches you himself.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He'll pine for a while and just soak in all of the puppy dog love, it isn't until he gets jealous that he snaps. He'll believe someone is poisoning your mind and trying to turn you against him because why wouldn't his enemies go after the one thing he truly cares about?

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

I mean, he'll try not to? As long as you behave, you could have a fairly normal life with him. You'll still have enough freedom to go outside and talk to people, he won't ever hurt you and you could have anything you want. Just, don't piss him off enough that he'll start stabbing a person right in front of you.

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[yxndereblogs]

hello everyone!! in honor of 100 followers, which i’m grateful for <33, i’ve decided to do yandere alphabet prompts!! :)

and you can request some prompts or all 26 prompts because i’m willing to do all!! :D

all credit for these prompts go to yanderecrazysie & cuteghostwriter!!

Attachment: How do they become obsessed?

Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling?

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them?

Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them?

Erratic: How unpredictable are they? How quick are mood changes?

Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back?

Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start?

Hell: What would be their darling’s worse experience with them?

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Jealous: What makes them the most jealous?

Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much do they plan out?

Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they acted before?

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Outrage: What makes them furious?

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down?

Self-Indulgent: How possessive are they? (If at all?)

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry and/or isolate themselves?

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Vicious: How vicious can they get?

Weakness: What weaknesses can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Xenodochia: How quickly would their darling cut them off after escape?

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they not allow their darling to do under any circumstances?

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[myerssimp21]

Batcave Meeting (YAN!Pt.3)

Romantic!Yandere!Batfam Part 3. Part 1, Part 2 here (context: Tim Drake purposefully got aphrodisiac'd when fighting Ivy and then went over to Darling's apartment to smash. This is a batfamily meeting about that and how to move forward.).

As you obliviously drifted to sleep, the live feed of you doing so was being projected onto a big screen in the BatCave while members joined together at a table, casually watching you as you yawned and readjusted against your pillow. The imposing man situated at the end of the table clasped his hands together, regarding the young men in front of him. Once everyone was seated, the imposing man began speaking to them, noticing how many of them had their eyes glued to the screen.

"We're going to discuss what happened the other day and plan for next week," he announced, and the pouty brunette who had had a frown on his face now crossed his arms.

"Allow me to explain it from my perspective first, Father," he said, sporting a moody expression, "You and Drake were unexpectedly out of commission during your patrol, which, while not typical, is understandable given our line of work."

His eyes flicker over to Tim and Jason, narrowing in contempt and disgust.

"Todd and Drake both know how important our duty to Gotham is," Damian continued while making eye contact with Jason, "But instead of prioritizing that, they let their impulses get the better of them. Drake especially for instigating the situation. Using Ivy's aphrodisiac to... indulge with our darling? It's selfish, reckless, and disrespectful."

"Damian, hold on a second," Jason interjected, "I had no idea about the aphrodisiac. It was my night off so I was sleeping in and missed Bruce's calls when he and Tim got doused in it. I only woke up because the audio feed from her apartment was turned up and I heard them together. I blew up Tim's phone and went over when he left because I was pissed, and I didn't realize that was why she couldn't get enough. I feel really bad about it now that I know."

Damian's expression softened subtly as he absorbed Jason's explanation. Despite his composed demeanor, the tension still lingered in his features.

"I appreciate your honesty, Todd," Damian conceded, his tone slightly softer, "It's still not acceptable that she was acting strangely and this was not analyzed, but I understand that the situation was...unconventional."

As Jason and Damian had a moment of newfound comradery, Tim finally spoke up, "I understand your frustrations, but you need to know that I researched Ivy's aphrodisiac extensively before I ever considered using it. I made sure it wouldn't have any adverse health effects on anybody and appropriately calculated the risks."

Damian's expression darkened further, his negative feelings towards Drake beginning to truly show. "This isn't just about general safety or the safety of some substance!" he exclaimed, "It's about respect and her consent. You had no right to manipulate her like that, whether or not it posed a physical risk."

"Come on, Damian," Tim retorted, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his voice. "She didn't find out about the aphrodisiac, did she? So what's the big deal? It's not like we hurt her or anything. She's fine, and she doesn't even know what happened. In fact, she likes us even more because I made a move for us. Why are you making a big deal out of nothing?"

Jason scoffed, his distaste in Tim at this point evident. "Seriously, Tim? You're gonna act like a douchebag just because she didn't find out? That's messed up, even for you."

"It's not just about the immediate consequences," Damian shot back, his voice angrier. "It's about the long-term impact on her. I bet you didn't even stop to consider how your actions could affect her, or how they could undermine the trust she has in us. And what about the ripple effect it could have on her relationships with all of us? He's playing with fire, Father, and he needs to be held accountable."

"Let's not overlook the bigger issue here," Tim said, his voice defensive, "What I did was perverted, I admit that. But let's not pretend that bugging and wiring her apartment is any less invasive. That's hardly consensual either."

"Don't you dare deflect the issue!" Damian's voice rose, and he was now yelling, "We implemented those measures for her safety, not for our own entertainment! It's a gross violation of her privacy, but at least we did it to protect her!"

"Oh? And having two separate cameras staring at her bed is going to what, protect her from bad dreams?"

"Dami, Tim, let's try to keep our cool here," Dick interjected gently, easing in to defuse the tension, "We're all on the same team, remember? We need to work together to figure this out."

Damian turned to Dick with a measured gaze, "I want to hear your perspective on this matter, Grayson."

Dick sighed, solemnly addressing Drake. “Tim, what you did wasn't just a mistake. It was a deliberate breach of trust. She relies on us to keep her safe and instead of focusing on that, you exploited her vulnerability.”

"Also," and Dick seemed more pained at this part, "You betrayed our trust. We all care about her and you influenced her desires for your own gain."

Tim sat in silence, his expression filled with shame as he began to realize the gravity of his actions. He knew he had acted irresponsibly, and the weight of their words hung heavy in the air. Jason and Dick exchanged silent glances, their disappointment evident in their expressions.

Damian took a deep centering breath before focusing his attention back on Tim.

"This isn't about whether she found out or not, Drake. If you still don't understand that, then we need to take more drastic measures to address and punish this behavior. Father, I appeal to you to implement anything you deem necessary to prevent such behavior in the future. We cannot allow such indecent actions against her to to be repeated."

Bruce, understanding the severity of the situation and having now heard everyone's perspective, nodded solemnly at Damian.

"Tim, in light of your actions, there are going to be some consequences," Bruce stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You need to schedule therapy with Dr. Thompkins to address the troubling attitude that led to this situation. While we have taken invasive measures to monitor her, as Damian pointed out, your actions went beyond that."

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in before continuing. "Until you've attended and Dr. Thompkins deems it appropriate, you will be restricted from having any contact with _____."

Finally, Bruce's gaze softened slightly as he looked at both Damian and Tim. "And Tim, it's imperative that you and Damian eventually reconcile. We're a team, and we need to remain united in our goals and overall behavior. I expect both of you to work towards rebuilding your relationship for the sake of the team and our darling."

"Damian," Bruce addressed his son, "since Tim will no longer be able to have contact with her, I'm assigning you a new responsibility. You will substitute him as her school friend and be someone she can rely on for assistance with homework and company. I want you to pick a class of hers that sounds interesting to you and make sure you're there to support her. It's important that she has someone she can trust and rely on, especially now. It's an opportunity for you to show her that she can count on us."

As the meeting continued, Damian spoke up, "I'll join her art class. It will allow me to assist her with her assignments and ensure she receives the academic support she needs."

Bruce nodded in approval. "Good choice, Damian. Make sure to approach this responsibility with care and dedication."

Turning to Jason, Bruce's expression grew serious. "Jason, I need you to be especially understanding and supportive towards her. If she feels troubled or has any lingering negative thoughts about what happened, I expect you to be there for her."

"Of course, Bruce," Jason says, eyes fixated on the now-sleeping figure of their darling on the cameras, "I'll do whatever it takes."

Dick now spoke up, "Can we talk about introducing me as Jason's roommate?"

Bruce shook his head, "Not yet; I want to make sure Damian successfully integrates first. You can still frequent around her job but no more interactions than that."

"Except for as a vigilante?" Dick replies hopefully, and Bruce gives him a measured gaze similar to his son's.

"Yes, although I expect you to exercise patience and primarily work in Blüdhaven for now."

Damian cuts in, "And don't be like Drake and fabricate a reason for her to need you."

"Damian," Bruce says in a tired voice, "I've made myself clear."

Damian looks down with an expression like he's biting his tongue and contempt is bright in his eyes, "Sorry, Father."

With that, the meeting concluded, each member of the Batfamily knowing the roles they had to play in ensuring their darling's well-being and trust remained intact.

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[yandereforme]

Yandere batfamily with a neglected reader. Reader was emotionally and physically neglected until their parents were arrested and Batman adopted then. Who takes advantage of their issues, and convinces them that their treatment of reader is completely normal? Who lovebombs?

#yandere #yandere prompt #gender neautral reader #yandere batfam x reader #non binary darling #platonic yandere #yandere gotham #yandere platonic batfamily x reader #yandere Batfam x neglected reader

[lonleywriters-blog]

Hii again! Can I please request a Yandere Gotham villains head cannon where they take their darling out for the first time since bringing her home, they’re worried she’d try to run off but she doesn’t, she clings to them instead?

Ofc

Yan. Gotham villains reaction to ask above

He had his left hand tightly gripping his clock. You were standing on his right side. He is extremely nervous. He thinks he can trust you, but he thought he could trust his sister too. He is prepared to grab you at any second. You are walking in the park. You wanted to go see the ducts

The path is slightly narrow and another person walks by. You tightly grab onto Jarvis and move as close as you can. Jarvis is taken back, he hadn't thought you would even think of doing that. He has dreamed of you acting like this. He will happily wrap his right arm around you and cuddle into you.

Fish is not sure if you are ready yet. She thinks you have accepted her but this is the true test. You were going to walk around her block with her. You wanted fresh air, a few minutes to feel free and normal. She needed a smoke anyway so why not. She reached into her pocket grabbing a stick and light keeping close eyes on you. When she inhales she sees someone is skating right by you.

You jump and lean into her. You grab onto her waist and lean on. She smiles in surprise. She will wrap her arm around you and smile smugly. She knows you love her. You are right where she wants you.

Jerome has no trust in you. He would love to fall into a helpless delusion and say that he trusts you with his whole heart, but he doesn't. This was a test for him to see if you love him or not. He will give you the perfect chance to leave.

Jerome hired a friend to dress as a GPD officer. He walked up to you and asked if you were alright. Jerome watched you carefully but didn't intimidate you. He needs you to be honest. You simply nodded to the officer and grabbed Jerome's hand.

Jerome was flustered, he finally had you. He finally has the only person he wants. He will smile and walk to the nearest ice cream store.

Edward has taken you on a picnic date. He knew there was a chance of you leaving him, but he just needed to take that chance. If you truly love him you will stay. He leads you down the street far enough to where people are around and you can easily slip away. He doesn't hold onto you and he walks by you to the park. As you walk farther ahead he feels his chest fall a little.

When you reach back and grab his hand dragging him close to you and giggling he blushes. He expected you to start running away and not wait for him. This means that this is fate. You two are made for each other.

#yandere gotham #yandere jerome valeska x reader #yandere edward nygma #yandere jervis tech #yandere fish mooney

[nobody-zero3000]

Yandere Batfamily x Amidala! Reader

Inspired by the Yandere Damian Wayne x Alien Leader reader by your-regular-toast-enjoyer. But also because I like Padme Amidala and Star Wars. I want to use the Gotham Knights video game version of the Batboys, Batgirl, and Batman. Since Damian Wayne is not in there, I was thinking about Damian Wayne from the Injustice 2 video game but older. I'm going to change and add a few things from the Star Wars Universe and add a few new things to Amidala's character.

Warning: yandere, age-gap.

Earth heroes have encountered a different galactic system not far from Earth's solar system. The Justice League has made contact with a planet that's part of the galactic government system, also known as the Intergalactic United Republic, and has agreed to send someone to the planet to at least show that Earth and the Justice League offer peace.

In the watch tower, the heroes are having a meeting about who should go on this diplomatic mission. Some voted for Green Lantern, Martin Manhunter, or Superman, but the results show that the best candidate for this mission would be Batman.

Martian Manhunter was a bit disappointed because he had heard about her reputation through some holo-nets and was eager to meet her. As well as introduce her to his niece, Miss Martian since she is a fan of her work.

"Then it is settled: Batman shall be the one to go on this diplomatic mission and talk with the queen." Wonder Woman had declared.

The meeting is adjourned. Batman boomtubes back to Earth to discuss details with the rest of the Batfamily.

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In the Batcave, Bruce calls in Robin, Red Robin, Nightwing, Batgirl, and Red Hood.

"As you all know, I summoned you here for an important reason. I have been chosen to lead a diplomatic mission for a planet called Naboo. But I'm not planning on going alone." Bruce pulls up pictures of the planet.

"This mission has to be taken seriously and delicately. Any hostile behavior will endanger Earth along with millions of civilians. Do not show any violent or hostile behavior, and do not engage or cause any conflict that may lead to dangerous consequences. Do I make myself clear?" Giving them a stern, firm glare to each of them, especially Damian and Jason.

Jason shrugged. "Got it. No violence unless they start it first, then we consider violence."

Bruce narrows his eyes at him.

Jason puts his hands up in mocking surrender. "What? I'm kidding. No violence, don't cause trouble got it."

Tim looks at the Bat computer screen, looking through the information. He looks over to Bruce and asks, "Question. Do you have any information on the ruler of this planet? Any photos of what they look like."

Bruce pulls up photos, "These photos were taken at the Watchtower when we made contact with the planet. We are still looking into other information from J'onn and Hal's research."

It shows a female, (Y/H/C), (Y/E/C), and the areas where white makeup is not covering are your hands, which are (Y/S/C). She was sitting on a throne, dressed in royal clothes and wearing white makeup with red dots on both cheeks. She stood straight and had a blank look. But her eyes showed kindness, patience, and seriousness.

The boys and girl are taken aback by how young the female is. They were expecting someone much older. Not just that, but how beautiful you were. It was like looking at an angel. If someone were to ask about the definition of an angel, they would show them a photo of you. But for some reason, if they had a photo of you, they would not want to share it with someone else; they want to keep you to themselves.

For Bruce, it took a lot of strength and restraint to not laugh at their expression and keep a straight face. He couldn't blame them. When he first saw you, he was shocked not only to find out that someone as young as you would be ruling a planet but also by your beauty. He has seen a lot of beautiful women (Selena, Talia, Diana, Lois, etc.), but you pretty much outmatched them all as well as caught his attention and kept a hold on it.

Snapping out of it, he puts away the photo, much to the family's displeasure.

"So that's who we're all going to meet. If I had known that, I would've been more 'ready to go' for this mission." Dick grins and crosses his arms.

"She's really beautiful, and she must be very smart to rule the planet by herself," Tim said, blushing and smiling.

"Is there any more information on her?" Barbara is very curious about this young woman.

Damian finally asks, "When do we leave for this mission? Most of all, who will be watching the city while we are gone?" At this moment, he doesn't care if they leave the city unguarded, as long as they leave soon. He is curious about this alien leader.

"While we're gone, I managed to get some League members to watch the city, as well as other independent heroes to keep an eye on the crime rate. Now that is settled, all of you pack your bags. We'll be leaving in 2 hours.

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The Batfamily boomtubes to the Watch Tower, and from there, they enter the Javelin spacecraft (which upgraded to travel at a speed of light thanks to Hal, other Green Lanterns, and Cyborg). Once they are settled in the ship, Batman sets the coordinates for the planet Naboo, and on they go.

"Coordinates for Naboo are locked. Prepare yourselves for light speed." Everyone is strapped in. Soon the ship takes off.

After the ship comes to a stop, everyone, besides Batman who is used to space travel by now, groans from the lightspeed, some felt either really tired or sick.

Red Hood groans and hunches over. "I'm starting to regret eating that Bacon Ultra-belly combo."

"You should wait afterward, Todd. We were going to travel through space at a fast rate. What did you expect, imbecile?"

"Shut it, demon-spawn."

"Alright, that's enough, you two. We're here that's all that matters." Nightwing lightly scolded them.

Batgirl decides to get into the conversation. "Besides, what did Batman say about bad behavior."

Red Robin includes, "What part of no hostile or violent behavior are you two not getting here?"

They all start to bicker until Bruce switches to autopilot. Turns the seat around to face them. "Enough" in a firm and stern voice. Narrowing his eyes gives them his famous Batman glare.

The bickering stops, and they turn their attention to him.

"Let me make myself clear, be on your best behavior and do not start trouble. Once we land, stay close by my side. Do you understand?"

Red Robin, Nightwing, and Batgirl nod their heads. After a few moments, Red Hood and Robin show they understand by nodding their heads, too.

Batman turns back to the front window and starts to move the ship toward the planet.

Realization starts to overcome the bat family members, and they all look to the front to see the planet.

Tim and Barbara had excited expressions since they were about to visit a different planet and would meet the ruler soon. While Dick, Jason, and Damian were shocked to see the planet and about the possibility that they were about to go to a different planet.

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A guard's com beeps, he answers, and a few words are exchanged. He nods and turns to the queen.

"Your Highness, the Earth's ambassador, has arrived and is now entering our planet."

"Very well, prepare refreshments and send starfighters to guide the ship to one of the land platforms."

"Yes, Your Highness." The guard leaves.

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As the Javelin enters Naboo, they are encountered by starfighters.

Batman presses a button that allows him to speak to the Starfighters. "This is Batman, Ambassador of Earth."

"Batman, this is Captain Olie; we are ordered by Queen Amidala to escort you to Theed Royal Palace. You can just follow us."

The starfighters fly ahead but not far from the Javelin. Batman starts to follow them.

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As they fly to the palace, all of them look out their windows to look at the new environment. Tim and Barbara show excited and awe expressions. Jason and Dick are in awe too. And Damian, even though he tried not to show it, thought the planet was beautiful too and a bit excited to experience a new environment, a new planet!

Bruce had to admit it was beautiful, and it looked peaceful.

Once landing in a near landing platform, they exit the ship wearing their superhero suits. As they exit the Javelin, a handmaiden and two guards walk toward them.

"Sir Batman, Ambassador of Earth, I am here to escort you to the throne room to meet with Queen Amidala." She gestures for them to follow her.

The other bat members give each other glances. Batman just starts to walk with her as the others follow him.

They reach the throne room, and the guards open the doors for the guests. (Pretend there are more chairs.)

On the throne sat the queen of Naboo. On both sides beside her are two handmaidens in their own seats. On her left is Captain Typho.

The batboys and batgirl look at the queen in complete awe. Batman just gives a neutral expression, but on the inside, he feels different.

'She is even more beautiful in person.'

"Batman, Welcome to Naboo. I hope you managed to travel here safely with no complications."

"Queen Amidala. Thank you for inviting us to your planet and agree to meet with us."

"The Council of Naboo, Chancellor Valorum, and I have discussed and created a peace treat, but I would like to discuss it more with you."

A servant brings in a tray of refreshments. (Y/N) notices the other masked heroes.

"I see that you have brought company with you. Would all care to introduce yourselves, please?"

The others glance at each other, finally, Robin decides to introduce himself.

"Robin, I aide Batman on his missions and patrols around Gotham City. It's a great pleasure to meet you, Queen Amidala."

She nods in his direction before looking at the person next to him.

"Nightwing, protector of Bludhaven, former leader of the Teen Titans. It's very nice to meet you." He offers her a kind smile.

She nods her head and gives a small smile back, but gives a curious look. "What is a Teen Titan?"

Then shifts her gaze to the female hero.

"Batgirl, formerly known as Oracle. Thank you for inviting us here. You have a beautiful home planet!"

She gave Batgirl a grateful smile, "Thank you." Then she looked at the other male hero; he looked a bit younger than her, maybe around her age.

He shyly waves to her, "Hi, Red Robin. I also help Batman, as well as the other bat family members. Y-you have a really lovely home, you're beautiful, I-I-I mean your home is beautiful. Not saying that you're not beautiful because you are." He continues to stutter.

Robin rolls his eyes. "Smooth, Drake. Very subtle."

Queen Amidala just looks a little amused and tries not to laugh. She offers a smile and raises her hand to him, which gets to him stop. "It's alright, Red Robin. I understand, and thank you. You flattered me."

Red Robin opens his mouth but closes it and blushes.

She then looks to the last hero. He's physically well-built and has his arms crossed. She notices the blasters strapped to both sides of his legs.

"Name's Red Hood, vigilante of Gotham. And I got to say, you are way more hot in person compared to the photo that was sent to us." He complimented with a hidden smirk and gave a noticeable wink in your direction.

The handmaidens give a soft offend gasp and Captain Typho stiffens and clenches his fists.

Queen Amidala, however, is thankful the makeup covers her blush. She gave a confused look, but there was a fluttering feeling in her chest. She snaps back to reality and fixes her face into a neutral expression.

"Thank you, Red Hood. As much as I am flattered by your...compliment, we should probably go into the discussion about the treaty."

Batman, after sending a scolding glare to Red Hood (who does not show any regret about what happened but instead smugly looks to the other bat heroes who are glaring at him), looks to the queen.

"I agree; I do have a few questions and concerns."

"Of course, let us begin."

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After discussing and reviewing the treaty, it was dusk. The Queen had adjourned the meeting and would talk with the Council of Naboo and Senator of Naboo tomorrow about the treat.

"I'll have some servants show you to your rooms that you will be staying in for a while. Once you have settled in, I'll have a couple of my handmaidens come to escort you to the dining room for dinner."

"Thank you, Queen Amidala." Batman gives a small bow.

Six servants show up in the throne room. Each of them escorts the heroes to the royal guest rooms. Bruce, Tim, and Barbara are neighbors; across from them are Dick, Damian, and Jason. All get comfortable with their room.

Near evening, two handmaidens come to each of their rooms to take them to the dining room, where the Queen is sitting at the end of the table waiting for them.

On the table are plates of food that seem questionable to the Batboys and Batgirls since this is their first time trying alien food. Bruce doesn't show it but even he seems to question the food but is curious to at least try some.

"Welcome, come every one, sit down. Enjoy the food."

Thinking for a moment, (Y/N) wonders if she should help them with which food is the best. After all, it is probably their first time trying food that was outside their planet.

"I would recommend the Shaak pot roast or the tip-yip but if any of you do not eat meat then I would try the Xizor salad or Aquaris Broth. Please let us know if you have any questions on the other food items."

The Batfamily sends appreciative looks toward her and starts to dish out. The servants that were about to dish out plates for them stop as they see this. They look to the queen, their expression partially asking, "What do we do?"

The queen just smiles and waves a hand to them. "It's alright. Let them dish out by themselves. It's getting late; why don't you all grab a plate and then retire for tonight or head back home to your families."

The servants smile at the queen and bow to her while both say. "Thank you, your highness."

The servants sit down and start to dish out as well.

There are different emotions running through the bat family. For all of them, there's admiration. For a few, there's surprise, confusion, and approval.

One who was most confused was Damian. It wasn't normal for the young adult to see a royal figure treating their servants like they were their equals.

His taught by his grandfather and mother that as royal figures, they are superior and therefore do not see non-royal figures, servants to be exact, as their equals.

But the more he thought of it, the more he started to admire the young ruler. This action showed that she was kind, generous, and fair. It made her even more beautiful.

They just eat their food for a while until one of the heroes decides to ask a couple of questions.

"So, what is it like being a queen? And how did you get the throne early? It just...you seem rather young...not that is a bad thing, but wouldn't your parents still be the ones running the throne?" Red Robin had asked.

Red Hood was about to scold him for asking those questions in the middle of dinner but stopped because he was curious, too. He wanted to know more about his sweetheart, about her.

The other masked vigilantes were curious as well.

(Y/N) stop mid-bite and set her spoon down in the bowl.

"Being queen can have hardships, but it can also be rewarding. I serve my people, and I do what is best for them. I've got to meet many different people and make connections and friendships with a few of them. As for how I got the throne, I wasn't born of royalty blood but rather I was elected by the people of Naboo. As for my parents, my father is an excellent builder, educator, and relief worker, while my mother voluntarily works in a variety of social services roles helping the underprivileged. I would sometimes go with my father to his relief missions to aid other people on different planets. It's what encouraged me to pursue this role."

Tim listens closely and pays full attention to her. He's actually surprised but amazed about her being elected for this role.

"Wow!...you must be very intelligent to have gotten such a role. It's amazing, and from the sound of it, you like to serve. Where did you go to school? Is there a specific school you have to go to? Different programs? It's amazing some your age could do this! I mean of course, I'm around you as well,...possibly. I mean I not old..not that I'm saying your old! Because you're not. You are young. Look young. B-beautiful, k-kind, and generous, and fair, amazing.

"Calm down there, Red Robin. I think she gets the point." Nightwing said.

"Stop. You're embarrassing yourself and us, for that matter." Robin said to him in a blank and annoyed tone.

(Y/N) just looks on in amusement and covers her mouth a little with her right hand but cannot control the small giggle that escapes past her lips. Even her servants find this amusing but manage to keep themselves from laughing at this event happening before them.

The Batmembers stop talking and freeze as they listen to her laugh. They thought it was a very nice laugh and couldn't help but smile. (Bruce and Damian gave small smiles, of course. But it is still a smile.)

Once (Y/N) got control of herself, she stopped giggling but still had a content smile on her face. She actually felt grateful for the young hero, it's been a while since she had even laughed.

"Thank you, Red Robin. You still continue to flatter me, and it's been a while since I laughed. You are one of a kind."

Red Robin couldn't stop the large grin growing on his face. He ducked his head and looked away, trying to hide his blushed face.

Unnoticed by the young queen, Nightwing, Red Hood, and Robin try but fail to hide their envious expressions. While both Batgirl and Batman look a bit amused but also a bit jealous.

"Who does he think he is, making my beloved laugh like that?"

"I could have found a way to make her laugh. I have great charm, too."

"I compliment her and get a negative reaction. But when he does it, they find it amusing and harmless. Back off, Tim."

"She has an adorable laugh. But, ugh!...serious, how does Tim do it?"

Bruce did feel a bit jealous, but he can be patient. He just needs to find the right time and place.

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General Yandere Bane

THIS MAN IS FINE OKAY.

"Aw, mi vida, don't look at me like that." He coos mockingly, chuckling when your brows furrow even more towards him.

He chuckles as he makes his way over to you, his hand stretching out to touch your face. You try to move your head back but it's useless considering you were gagged and tied up to a chair. The tips of his fingers gently touch your cheek and slide under your chin, tilting your head up to look back up at him. His dark brown eyes behind his mask hold a shine of amusement to them but there was also something else. A softness that he has in his eyes that's so different compared to the usual icy detached look his mug shots had or the internalized anger when he stared dead at the camera's in the middle of his arrests. Yet you couldn't really say you've ever been scared when you met his gaze because he never looked at you that way. He looked at you like you were the one thing in the world that could give him peace, like you're very eyes were softening his hardened heart, and like you were the most precious and priceless thing on the planet. He looked at you like you were his lover.

Your heart would've been soaring from your chest with the way he looked at you, after all, his physique was impressive but there were other things that were admittedly attractive about him. His deep rumbling voice heavy with his accent, the way he spoke so intelligently and flatteringly towards you, and how despite his brutish self, always treated you so gently. However, he was still a monster. He had just snapped the necks of your fellow Arkham colleagues and then abducted you.

"Una mirada tan aterradora en tu cara." He jokes to himself as you continue to stare at him like he was the shit under your shoes. He pulls his hand back from your chin and crouches down in front of you, finally face level to you. He tilts his head to the side and he has a small smirk on his face, "You're truly a vision."

"He'll stop you," You say, sick of his smug face. Sick of how cocky he looked in front of you. Sick of how small and helpless he made you feel, "The Batman. He'll always stop you."

"Ay, Mi vida, you forget," He says, standing up again, "I've broken the bat before, both physically and mentally. While he did triumph many times, this time will be different."

You raise an eyebrow, "How?"

He messes with the gauntlet in his hands, the viens of his muscular arms turn green and you watch in horror as his lumbering shadow grows and grows before you. He's taller now, his eyes now glowing green, and even with his muscles being even more humanely bigger than possible. You try to shrink into yourself, your back leaning against the chair as far as possible, your head lowering to your shoulders, as if you wanted nothing to do than to dissappear from his line of sight.

"Because if he tries to take you..." He cracks his knuckles and his neck, "Romperé todos los huesos de su cuerpo."

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