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Recently, I went to Medieval Times, and I had a funny idea of Damian going with an older sibling Reader.

However, I also have ZERO self-control, so this is yandere, but it only really starts in the second half. This is yandere light, so don't expect too much.

Damian is in the backseat of your old car with his head pressed against the window. His face is contorted into a painful grimace that passing cars keep eyeing like they're debating on whether to call for help. He did not want to come along on this trip. He thinks the whole concept is stupid. What do you mean they just 'play fight'??? What do you mean the sword fights are fake and the weapons aren't sharp??? Why would he want to see that when he's literally seen people fighting every day of this life??? And what do you mean that he would be eating with his hands??? Why would anyone PAY to eat without utensils???

But he couldn't get out of it since when you were telling him about it, Jon was also there, and he loved it. They get to eat with their hands and watch people in knight armor fight on horses? Sign him up! Now Damian is suck listening to you and Jon singing along to your music and chatting obnoxiously loud.

Not all Medieval Times are in malls, but this one is gonna be. So, the three of you arrive at the mall way ahead of time, giving them plenty of time to shop around. You had to wrangle them away from the side of the mall with Castle the whole time. You thought it would be more of a fight, but they mainly stayed in the manga and comic shops. You also became their pack mule, dragging all their stuff around all day, but you're chill, so you don't care.

Finally, the time comes around, and you walk them over. The moment Jon caught sight of the Castle, he rushed over, forgetting about his superpowers. Thank goodness no one was looking, because the guy knocked over empty cups and napkins as he flew past. Damian is holding himself back from jumping this man for being so stupid.

He's grumbled about how dumb this is as you all wait in line. Then you get your crown, and Damian acts like the thing is causing him physical damage. Bro groaned as the crown was set on his head. It was also slightly too big at first, making it sit right on his eyebrows.

You didn't fix his crown until after you guys took the photo cause you thought it was the funniest thing. And OH the photo! You knelt down, matching their height on the far right, failing to hold back your laughter. Jon was in the middle, with both of his arms wrapped around you and Damian mid-jump. And Damian was staring dead into the camera, like he was threatening to end its life.

But Damian's opinion finally started to change when he saw the shop. He looked at the swords and decided that he needed one, or the world was going to end. And you were more than happy to help him choose a sword and pay for it cause you wanted him to have a good time. Part of the reason you brought him here was the sword, which is why you saved up to buy it for him. But he doesn't need to know that.

However, Damian was very disappointed to find out he couldn't walk around with the thing. So, guess who got hold of the box while Damian was paranoid that it would fall? That's right, you! You also bought Jon a crown. He ended up making the paper crown smaller so he could wear both at the same time. And you also get both of them slushies in the fun light-up cups. Again, Jon was much more excited about it than Damian was.

More proof that you're an absolute legend is that you got the VIP ticket, giving you guys front row seats that also came with flags. You all ended up in the green section, literally on the edge, right next to the giant target. You sat right on the edge with Damian in the middle and Jon right next to another kid who was wearing a Superman shirt. Jon and that kid became quick friends.

Damian was much less enthused about this new friend and turned his focus to you while everyone else filed in. Your conversation was mainly him complaining about school and the family all pushing him to socialize more while you listened. He didn't even realize how much he was talking till the music started.

Soon, the drinks were served and the show began. Damian mainly sat back and rolled his eyes while everyone was being introduced, though he did like seeing the horses. He was also rolling his eyes at the other kids cause why were they shouting so much? Little bro was sitting on his high horse, looking down at the children around him like they weren't the same age has him. Like, the actors who are pretending to be a knight just walked out. Nothing has happened. Chill out.

Damian actually started liking the show when the bird show and the horse show started. He likes the horses, but he adores the bird of prey, and now he wants to convince Bruce to get him one. After that, Damian was actually having a good time and letting himself enjoy the show.

The duels started, and Damian got invested in them. He and Jon were both shouting and cheering like Dads watching football when the knights started fighting. Whenever the rival knight appeared, they both booed. Then, when the Green Knight came out, both were bouncing in their seats. Jon would violently wave his flag around until it broke, and you had to buy him another. Damian was shouting advice, getting strange side eyes from the nearby parents.

He didn't clock that when the food came, his was vegetarian without him having to ask. It didn't click until later that you had called ahead to ensure he would get the right food and also spoken with the waiter for him.

I know that girls are the only ones to get flowers, but I think that's stupid. Everyone should get flowers, so we're going with that!

After the first event, the flowers come out and Damian is kind of confused cause why are they just chucking flowers in the audience? You got the first flower, and a part of him wanted to rip it from your hands, though he didn't know why. Then you explained it was part of the show, and he went back to enjoying it.

Unfortunately, the little dude was too caught up to notice how the Green Knight kept glancing at you after every stunt he pulled. The Knight was showing off so hard that night, doing extra tricks. He even did a backflip. In the end, he won and the crowd went wild! And the boys were cheering and yelling, just acting like kids with each other.

They both wanted to meet the Knight after and practically ran over to see him. They took a picture with him and stayed after most of the others had left to chat with him. Jon was excited, talking about the epic battles, while Damian was once again freaking people out with his combat advice.

However, Jon peeled off to talk with the other kid he had met, exchanging numbers so they could meet again, while the Knight's attention turned to you. Damian went from having a good time to seething in an instant, watching this 'knight' wink at you and talking about how that win was for you. Damian could also see how that heathen's eyes were roaming your body when you turned over to Jon. So, the whole show he just watched is about chivalry and being honorable, and then this dude is out here looking at you like a hunk of meat? 

Then all the kind things that you did for him today start popping into his brain, as his rage grows. Thanks to this actor, Damian's yandere meter goes from 0 to 50 in less than a minute.

As you watch Jon wave goodbye to the other kid, Damian walks up behind you and grabs the sword box. You asked what he was doing, and he said, "showing that lowlife what real combat is."

Before he could commit a crime, you dragged the boys out the door and into the parking lot. However, you can't get in the car without taking one more picture cause you need one with the Castle in the background. So, with Jon on the far right, you on the far left, and Damian in the middle to stop him from running back inside you snapped a photo. You and Jon both had huge smiles while Damian was glaring with a rage of a thousand suns.

Then, you two shuffle inside the car. Jon had to fly home cause it was getting late and he had to help his mom tomorrow. So, it's just you and Damian on the ride back to the Manor! You let him choose the music as the two of you drive back.

He's 'looking out the window' the whole ride, but actually, he's looking at you in the reflection. He's sitting there the entire ride, trying to figure out why he was so mad and still is at the 'knight', because he hasn't realized the yandere switch has flipped on. However, he's so lost in thought that he doesn't realize that he nodded off.

One minute he's in the front seat listening to you hum along with the music, the next he's back on his bed at the Manor with Titus curled up back to him. So, he checks the security footage to see what happens because he's not going to ask. He watched you pull up, bring all his stuff to his room, then go back to the car and carry him in and all the way to bed.

And that's the moment where it clicks that he cares about you a lot and wants a sibling relationship with you. The two of you didn't talk much before this, even though you're both Bruce's biological kids. However, now he wants to speak with you and see you more, but the little dude doesn't know how.

He's sitting on his bed, staring at his phone as if he continues to glare at your contact, a text would just magically type itself out. But thankfully, he never has to figure it out cause you text him telling him that you hoped he had fun and how you would love to hang out again. A total success, and he didn't even have to do anything! 

Then you sent him the two photos you got, and he rushes to get them printed out. He also gives the middle finger to Jon cause Damian cuts him out of the pictures. For the second one, it was easy to remove the side with Jon. However, for the first one, Damian cut the photo, taped it back together, and completely removed Jon. Poor Jon didn't deserve this.

However, this is still Damian, so he can't just leave the photos out. What if someone finds out he has feelings? So, he takes an empty sketch book and sticks the photos in. It basically becomes a crappy scrap book with all the pictures you guys take together. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

But yeah, you were trying to do something nice for your younger brother, and you ended up with a vigilante stalker.

I have too many ideas for not just more yandere Damian, but the whole family. So more coming 'soon' (whenever I can / need to vent my feelings into some soft yanderes).

[dumpsterdiverinc]

don't sell your self short , I just read your neglected reader fic and it's not overdone in terms of things rather I say you changed just enough to be fresh but stayed close enough to the source material to be recognizable , Continue the great work .

Have a nice day

Thank you so much!

I love all the archetypes in neglected reader fics, but I know a lot of them are over played. When crafting this story I wanted to try and figure out how to combined all my favorite tropes in these fics.

I hope you have a great day!

[dumpsterdiverinc]

Thanks for writing part 2 twin!

Of course!

[dumpsterdiverinc]

Your Other Family

Yandere Platonic Batfamily x Neglected Coraline Reader

Chapter 2 - The Tunnel

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You slowly opened your eyes, sleep begging you to drag your eyelids close, the sandman's sand pooling just outside your tear ducts. The rain from earlier had grown to a steady beat that drummed a lullaby against the window. Outside was pitch black with the clouds, air pollution, and light pollution from the city, blocking not only the stars but also the moon.

Yet, sleep fell to the bottom of your to-do list as your vision centered on a blob you could barely make out. Slowly, it took shape, forming into a mouse that was sitting on the floor staring directly at you. Odd since the only pest you've seen around the Manor are spiders who somehow are always stringing up their latest catch. Even more peculiar was that the mouse was dressed up in a formal outfit with a giant hat clipped on his head like he was one of the royal guards.

Carefully, you sat up, looking over to make sure you didn't walk up the sleeping cat, before crawling out of your sheets. Your feet landed on the carpet one after another, crouching down to hopefully not scare your visitor.

However, it didn't work, as the mouse spun around and scuttered off towards your closest door. Somehow, it managed to jam its body under the crack in the door, letting out a meek squeak as it went. You dashed after it, ripping the door open, no longer concerned about scaring the little friend off.

You caught a glimpse of the mouse once again, cramming its body under your attic door, pushing itself into your sea of pillows. You tumbled over, grabbing the cold handle and pulling as hard as you could to get the sticky hinges to move. Finally, the door swung open, only for you to stop dead in your tracks.

Your delicately crafted hidey hole was missing, in its place an endless void. You attempted to reach out and grab at something only to be met with nothing, not even the floor. But just before the panic of the situation could set in, light appeared. Blues and purples lit up the space as a tunnel popped out of the wall, flying out straight, leading to a door at the other end.

The material of the tunnel seemed paper-thin, and as you brushed your hand against the surface, it felt like you were crawling into a cat tunnel, with strong flexible fibers. As you added more weight, the tunnel shock and your hand shot back like a bullet. Yet the structure seemed fine.

Hesitantly, you increase the amount of pressure on the burrow until your entire body is resting inside. The shaft swayed as you climbed farther in, but it never seemed unstable, oscillating back and forth.

Climbing to the other end was the longest and shortest experience of your life. Fear of the unknown and the nonexistance safety of the tunnel gnawed at you, yet the spirit of adventure guided you forward. Adrenaline was the only thing that drove you to the other door.

Unlike the white door that led to the Manor, this other door was a deep black that matched the dark color palette of the burrow. It also put up much less of a fight as you pulled on the doorknob.

The first thing you notice while opening the door is the warm orange glow that consumes the new area. The next thing was that the room you ended up in looked similar to the closest space you just left. Unlike the other closet, this one was actually in use.

One side was filled with clothes and shoes, in a wide range of colors. Various hats, from baseball to a literal crown, sat on the top shelves. An unknown number of outfits hung on hangers that all seemed to be around your size. Running shoes to rain boots sat on the bottom shelves. Everything looked orderly, but the shoes were not perfectly in line, and some of the clothes were only partially hung. The other side had mountains of art supplies organized into an easily understood system, with color pencils arranged by color and paints neatly sealed, waiting to be used.

The sensible part of you was screaming at yourself to turn back after seemingly breaking into someone else's room. You really didn't want to get troubled and have your first conversation with Mr. Wayne in months be about you misbehaving.

You did start to turn around, climbing out of the passage so you would have the room to turn around, when a familiar voice caught you by surprise. "Young Master, you're finally here." Your head did a complete 180 as you caught sight of 'Alfred' standing in the doorway.

But that wasn't Alfred. There was no way that was the sweet old butler who had been caring for you since you started staying in the Manor. Alfred doesn't have brown buttons where his eyes should be. The sight of those buttons scared you stiff. Everything else looked just like him, causing the button eyes to dive fully into the uncanny valley and goosebumps to form on your arms the more you looked.

The being crouched down to your level, humming your name out in the same soothing voice the older man would comfort you with when everything became too much. "I know this must be strange, but everything's okay."

Everything is NOT okay! Why is this creep pretending to be Alfred? The muscles in your body finally moved as you started crawling on the floor towards the weird tunnel.

"Please don't leave yet," the faker called out, not moving from his spot. "Your other family is waiting for you downstairs."

Other - What? That makes literally zero sense. How could you have another family and why are you turning around? This curiosity of yours is gonna get you killed.

'Alfred' smiled as you cautiously rose from the carpet and shuffled over to him, constantly looking over your shoulder back at the open hatch. Only when you reached the door did the butler purposefully stand back up.

He reached out his hand, which you hesitantly took after a long mental argument. It felt just like Alfred's hand, strong yet careful. His grip was loose on your hand so that you could yank it away at any time while he led you out of the closet. You caught a glimpse of the room you were transported to before heading into the hallway. 

Shades of orange and yellow shone from the lights above, illuminating the space. You passed several art pieces that you made, chuckling under your breath at the silly scenes painted in them. The whole experience remembered you of when Alfred was first showing you around the Manor and you were still scared of the place (you still were a little. That's why you mainly stayed in your room, the dining room, the kitchen, or once in a blue moon the library). You eyes flickered around the space barely playing attention to where you were walking, too busy trying to take in as much as possible. 

The path you took was the same as the one you took every day to the dining room. A symphony of voices floated out of the entrance way as you approached the main door. But the two of you ended up walking past it and to the kitchen door. Of course, even in this other world, you weren't allowed to be in the same room as anyone besides Alfred.

Once in front of the door, he grabbed the handle, opening it with a smile. From somewhere in the room, a soft tone was being hummed as metal dishes clacked together. As you stepped inside, he closed it behind you, leaving you alone with whatever was around the corner. Looking around, it was like playing spot the difference, with everything looking overall the same, but small things like the designs on the bowls and the color of the refrigerator being different.

"There you are! Just in time for supper, dear!" A feminine voice that you've never heard before called out. You turned your head toward the source of the noise, and you froze because your eyes must have been playing a trick on you.

A cruel, awful prank as you stared up at your 'mother'. She stood in the middle of the kitchen with that smile she would greet you with every morning. She was wearing the same outfit from your trip to the boardwalk with that comfortable shirt you had fallen asleep on countless times. It was her, but it also wasn't, as big, charcoal black button eyes stared back at you.

You desperately wanted to run back upstairs, climb through the tunnel, and go back to bed while convincing yourself this was all some weird, messed up dream. But you couldn't, your feet were stuck to the floor, as your body couldn't process the sight in front of you. Bile rose in the back of the throat, as your breathing slowed to a stop.

Then, the thing that had the gall to look like your mother took a step forward. Still, your body won't move. Even when she crouched down right in front of you, your body refused to do anything.

Your eyes were glued to her hand as it slowly raised towards your face. You breathed a hitch as her finger brushed against your cheek, the warmth of her fingers burning your skin as she wiped the tears from your eyes. When did you start crying?

"I know this must be overwhelming-." Her voice wasn't right. It wasn't your mother. This lady's voice sounded like Ai. It was a generic comforting tone, close to being human but with just enough of an unnatural tone to put you on edge. And she doesn't know! How dare she pretend she does? This thing doesn't know anything about you. That's not your mother, no matter how much it might look like her.

She tried to touch you again, but this time your body reacted. You shoved her away, causing her to fall lightly on her butt while you took a big step back, your shaky knees barely supporting you. "That wasn't very nice," she said your name, in that same not-real voice. Your name felt wrong coming from this imposter. It felt like this thing was spitting on your mother's grave, saying the name your mom gave you out of a face that wasn't its.

A scream was rising in your throat, ready to rip out and start tearing into this stranger. This lady could probably hurt you or worse, but you didn't care. Despair, rage, and sorrow were all bubbling up, a year of grieving alone rising to the surface, just a spark away from lighting into a blaze.

But that spark didn't come as a new voice cut in, "Is everything okay in here?" A voice that you knew, not very well, but you knew. You spun around to the kitchen door that led to the dining room. You saw Steph's favorite pair of violet sweat pants that she wore basically every time you saw her.

A part of you felt stupid, but that blink of something even slightly familiar made you latch onto it like a leech. You never thought you'd ever consider doing this. Still, the emotional roller coaster that awful lady was putting you through, and how strange the Manor looked, made you desperate for your distant roommates. Desperate for something that could explain this nightmare. And all of them were basically geniuses, so surely one of them would know.

You launched at her leg, rushing further away from the other women. Again, it's embarrassing how you dove over to her when you've never even shaken hands, but panic will do weird things to you. "Whoa! Hey there, kid." She hooked her hands under your armpits and picked you up with practiced ease, placing you on her hip. A sweet, big smile was plastered on her face, like it usually was. . .

And it's official, you hate buttons. Everything else was right about her, except for her willingness to talk to you, but then you saw those stupid bright blue button eyes! Whatever world you ended up in sucks! Why does everyone look so creepy?

Your name tumbled out of her lips with a caring tone that she's never given to you. "Are you okay?" The question wasn't the usual small talk, a requirement to ask someone you live with, but a genuine question, as if she genuinely cared about your response.

You didn't want to admit the comfort 'Steph' brought you. The attention this version of her being everything you wanted from the one who lives in that dreadful Manor. "Who are you?" Your voice sounded like a leaf in the wind, but somehow she understood you.

"I'm Steph! Well, not your Steph, I'm other Steph." She chirped, as if that made any sense. And, thankfully, she sensed your confusion as she placed you on the counter. "Okay, so you have the Waynes who live at your house," she held up her right hand. "Then there's us, your other family living here," she held up her left hand. "We're just like people you know, but a little different." Her hands held the same pose, being the inverted reflection of the other.

"Okay..." You guessed that made sense. You did live in a world with magic and superheroes, so an alternate world with a different copy of the Manor could be possible. But that doesn't explain, "Why am I here?"

That's when that lady, your other mother, stepped forward with a weak smile that your mom wore when you were falling asleep. Maybe, she thought, you wouldn't remember since your eyelids would be struggling to stay open, but you remembered that pitiful look she gave you. A single look that encapsulates how much she cared about you, but also how guilt was eating her alive that she couldn't give you more.

"We saw how you've been having a hard time since you lost your mom and moved, so we wanted to help." Her voice was still off, but it was inching closer to actually sounding like her (or maybe you just wanted this other mother to sound like her).

"Help?"

"Yeah!" Other Steph butted in, excitement radiating off of her, causing her to literally shake. "Since your versions of us ignores you, we're here to hang out with you. We can play games, or watch a movie." Her words jumbled together in your brain, struggling to comprehend everything that was going on.

Your other mother placed a hand on Steph's shoulder, stopping her rambles. "I think it's time we have dinner. Everyone's waiting." Steph huffed, her shoulder slumping down as her bottom lip puckered out.

The two took a step towards the door, only to turn around and look at you waiting for you to join. It was almost a sweet scene, if it wasn't for their eyes. But you ignored the discomfort that was crawling up your spine and jumped off the counter.

Following behind them, you could hear everyone before you could see them. That underlying hum of noise was now a cacophony of voices that all blended together into a mass of sound. However, the noise calmed as you walked in, turning into separate greetings for your other mother and Steph.

The room looked similar to the Manor's one with a large, elaborate table and chairs. A dainty tablecloth covered the table, which the Waynes would have hated. The walls were also different, being a rich red color instead of dull grey. Even the art around the room was different, matching the light-hearted pieces in the halls.

Then your eyes caught on the family portrait. It was different with all Mr. Wayne's children surrounding the couch, smiles on all of their faces, all sporting button eyes. Sitting on the couch was your other mother, one leg crossed over the other. Mr. Wayne sat at the other end, his posture more relaxed than you've ever seen. And you sat in the middle of it all. Your eyes were closed as you wore the brightest smile you'd ever seen. Everyone looked so happy, like they were an actual family.

What you would give for that to be real.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as a shout bounced around the room. Your head snapped over to see Damian sitting on the floor, glaring at Steph, who was holding up the chair he most likely was just sitting on. As he scrambled to his feet, she threw down the seat and zipped onto it before he could. His brow wrinkled as he snarled up at her while he walked past her. She was sticking her tongue out at him when he finally sat down at the other end of the table.

Speak of seats, there was only one open chair, and it was at the head of the table. Was that for you? Reluctantly, you approach the chair as if it were about to attack you. Sitting down, all eyes turned to you as you started regretting everything.

You expected to be met with annoyed glances or even a stern warning to get up, but all you were met with were smiles. Creepy smiles, but no one was yelling at you, so yay? That feeling of unease simmered in your gut as you looked at everyone.

All of 'Waynes' were at the table, even Barbara was there, all sitting with a feast in front of them. Yet none of them were eating, all of their eyes were focused on you. On your right was your other mother wearing that sickly sweet smile everyone else at the table had, "hope you liked the food."

The food looked delicious, one of your favorite meals already piled up on the plate. Grabbing your utensil, you raised it to your lips and took a small taste. Only when you took a bite, did everyone else start eating, like clockwork, all their heads whipped to their plates as they began to grab their silverware.

On your left was Steph, who started rambling on about activities you guys could do together. But you couldn't pay attention to a word of it. You felt awful about it, but you couldn't focus. Everyone just kept looking at you, which is weird cause they don't have eyeballs. Anytime you glanced up, someone was staring back at you. Sometimes it was just one, others it would be two or three, it was even five at one point.

Trying to ignore everyone's eyes, you looked out the far window at the sky outside. No clouds or pollution hung in the sky, letting the stars glimmer in all their glory. They glittered in a swirling galaxy of purple and blue, reminding you of the tunnel you used to get here. Hopefully, it was still open so you could get back. What were we going to do if it was closed?

A voice whispered in the back of the brain, a siren song too enticing not to listen to, did... Did you wanna go back? Sure, this place was creepy, but so was the Manor when you first showed up. At least here, everyone pays attention to you, and you probably won't have to go to school.

Out of the corner of your eye, you clocked some movement. Somehow, you didn't notice your other mother getting up and walking around until she moved the now-empty plate in front of you and placed down a cake. In front of your very eyes, candles sprouted out as curses writing appeared in the middle, reading, "Welcome Home."

"Home?" You mumbled, not even realizing you were talking.

"We've all been waiting." Again, everyone's eyes were focused on you, an invisible pressure coming from everyone of them pulling you down into your chair.

Your other mother stood behind your chair, resting both of her hands on your shoulders. Her fingers unconsciously tapped impatiently against your skin. It wasn't a hard tap, but her nails were sharp enough that you could feel them through your shirt. The anxiousness traveling from her hand straight into your soul.

Everything about this place was wrong, with something unsettling lying underneath it all. "I-I'm tired. I should go to bed." You needed to leave.

The smiles fell off everyone's faces, morphing into frowns. The hands left from your collarbone to move the chair out. "Well, come on, let's get you back to your room." She reached her hand out, waiting for you to take it.

Her hands were warm against yours, her nails were no longer sharp as her thumb rubbed circles onto your skin. She led you out of the room as everyone called out goodnight, which you could hear as you went upstairs.

You traveled the same path to your room, the roars dying down, leaving only silence between the two of you. A silence that was killed when you reached your room's door, "Are you okay?"

You're overwhelmed, tired, and questioning your sanity, but okay? "I think."

Just like everything else here, your room was similar to the one back at the Manor, with some significant differences. The place looked lived in, the desk was cluttered in a controlled chaos sort of way, the carpet had clear dents where someone had repeatedly stepped, and the bed was partly made up with the extra blankets sprawled across with no order and star bulb fairy lights hanging from the bedpost.

The two of you walked over to the bed, her hand only leaving yours when you climbed up onto the mattress. You were hoping that she would leave you after you entered the room, but it's fine. You'll just wait till she leaves, then head home.

With the snap of her fingers, the lights in the room turned off, before she pulled up the covers and started tucking you in. "I hope you weren't too overwhelmed by everyone. We're just so excited to see you." She let out an awkward laugh, her posture crumpling, hugging herself tightly, rubbing her arm, trying to comfort herself.

"Goodnight," she smiled over at you, somehow crow's feet forming next to her button eyes. She breathed out your name, her tone lulling you to close your eyes and sleep. "We hope you come back soon." Leisurely, she got up, closing the door with a click.

You considered getting up and leaving, but your eyes were already closing and your limbs were too exhausted to move. As you tried to open your eyes one last time, you caught a glimpse of the nightlight's soft glow, preventing the room from being swallowed by darkness. 

Alfred the cat's eyes fluttered open, stretching his body out on the soft sheets below him. He flopped over to check on you one more time before exiting and roaming the house for a new spot to rest. But, he only finds an empty bed with your blanket pushed to the side.

The cat shot up, looking around the dark space. Seeing the open closet door, he rushed over to investigate the scene. Your scent lingered around the room, but the most potent scent was drifting out of the closet.

He poked his head inside, thinking that maybe you had hidden in there to read or draw. But instead, he found  the hatch open and a mysterious tunnel leading to another open door. It took only a second to put together what happened. So, what's a cat to do when one of his favorite family members goes through a glowing passage leading to an unknown place?

Well, you go bother one of the many vigilantes that lived in your giant house. And, while most of them are out protecting the city, at least one was still in the Manor.

The cat raced over to the door, jumping up to grab the handle and maneuvers it open. The door swung open as he landed gracefully on his paws, before he darted out to race down the hallway. Running past the guest rooms, he zoomed over to the family wing. His eyes homed in his goal: the second door to the right.

The wood of the door was chipping as he ripped his claws into it like it was one of his scratching post. He might get scolded later for scoring up the door, but right then he didn't care, he needed to save his friend. His meows filled the halls, and not the cute chirps. No, the meows were more like screams that could be heard through the walls.

It didn't take long before the door swung open, and a very tired and slightly pissed off Duke opened the door. "What?" He grumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Alfred let out another loud meow before running down the hall. He turned back around, screaming once again. Thankfully, Duke got the message and started to follow the feline through the corridors. All be it, much slower than Alfred wished. Duke was practically dragging his feet, letting out a long yawn while stretching his back out.

After what felt like years, the two made it to your door. Alfred shoved the door further open, barging in with Duke right behind him, only to see you sleeping soundly on the bed.

But, how? You weren't.. HUH!?

While the cat was too stunned to move, Duke snuck inside with a quietness that can only be achieved by someone trained by the Bat.

Duke didn't want to admit it, but this was the first time he'd ever been in your room. He's been in everyone else's room at least once, even Jason's, who he accidentally went into one time and got a death glare from the man, but never yours. It gets worse because he didn't even know where your room was before this!

He just woke up to the screaming of Alfred and assumed he wanted to be let in, only to open the door and see the cat running down the hall while calling after him. The cat probably just wanted into the library or something and knew that Duke was one of the only people home. But the cat dashed past the staircase and over to the guest wing.

There was no possible way someone broke in, so maybe he lost one of his toys by pushing it under one of the doors? That theory got tossed out the window when he saw the open door that the feline stopped at.

Looking inside, he saw you sleeping peacefully on your bed, your blankets half kicked off, and his brain instantly went to the worst. A sense of panic filled him that he hadn't felt since he first started working with the Batfam. As silently and quickly as possible, he rushed over to your side. You were breathing fine, your heartbeat was normal, and there was no blood or signs of distress. You seemed fine.

Alfred must have been worried after you kicked your blankets off in your sleep. After tucking you back in, he returned to the still motionless cat, scratching him behind his ears. "They're okay, bubby." With that, Duke closed the door, leaving it open just a crack in case something else happened and Alfred needed him to come back.

However, even as he makes his way back to his room to get some much-needed rest, he couldn't shake the fear that festered inside of him. Since human Alfred was in the cave, Duke was the only one who was around in case something happened to you. Which shouldn't be such a daunting task, he's literally saves lives every single day. It should be like looking after any other citizen.

Yet, you're not just another person, you're his sibling. His sibling who doesn't know anything about. He doesn't know if you had a medical condition that would cause the cat to freak out. Do you have asthma, and Alfred was worried you were going to have an attack? Or do you have blood pressure problems, and you passed out? Crap, he doesn't know anything. He should really talk with you more.

It was only after Duke rounded the corner that Alfred could move again. He stalked towards the closest, glaring at it like its personality offended him (which it kind of did). As he peered over, his little kitty mouth hung open, staring at the now normal attic space.

But, it was? How did it get? And when did? WHAT?

The cat slunk back over to the bed, hopping up to check on you. Which you seemed fine, snoozing away like every other night. Except a new smell entered his nose, a sweet scent like you had just been in a bakery.

He curled up by your side, resting his head on your shoulder while staring up at your sleeping face. He has no idea where you went, what was going on with the door in your closet, or how you got here and went promptly back to sleep, but he's going to figure it out.

Steph closed the door behind her with a click, turning around to see the giant face of the clocktower and Bab's elaborate computer set up. Cass trotted right up to the desk, leaning over to stare up at the screens displaying different maps of Gotham. 

Babs wasn't at her computer, but instead faced the door, her arms folded in her lap. Her orange hair framed the laid-back smile she wore as she hummed out, "Steph, what's wrong?" Cass had turned around to also look at Spoiler, her expression unreadable, but Steph could tell she was also worried.

Steph didn't even try to argue; there was no point, not with Babs. Grabbing the spare rolling chair that was kept up there just for her and Cass, she sat down, swinging her leg over the back of the seat. She rested her arms on the backrest, letting her head slump down. "I'm worried about," your name felt strange rolling off her tongue. Crap, when was the last time she said your name?

The two women both gave her a confused look, as she started to explain, "So, when I went to grab dinner, I heard them talking with someone. Turns out it was this little freaky doll that looked just like them. Like down to their clothes, levels of detail. Which is like weird, but kids do weird stuff." She stopped to fake cough, "Damian."

Babs gave her a judgmental glare. "What!" Steph, unable to sit still for a second more, let her arms flying up to express her point. "I saw him just standing in the middle of the hallway just staring into the abyss like a psycho."

"But, that's not important," She took a deep breath, paused for a second to collect her thoughts. "I thought they made the doll, but Alfred told me that they found it in their friend's locker. Which is already weird, then add onto that their friend hasn't been to school for a week."

"Look, I know this sounds dumb. But something in my gut is telling me that there's something more going on and I just-. They've been through a lot, and I don't want anything else bad to happen to them." She huffed, her eyes falling to the floor, her voice trembling with worry. Fear of them judging her buried deep in her brain, almost making her wish that didn't say anything.

"Well, if you can get the doll, I can look at it tomorrow in the cave. We could also look at the school's cameras to see who put it in there." Babs stated as her fingers pressed into her chin, her eyes cloudy with thought.

"Really?" Steph sat straight up, a little too much excitement in her eyes, cause holy crap, they believed her.

"Yeah, if you're gut is telling you something is up, then I trust it. After all, you did learn from the best." Babs joked, flipping some of her hair as a large smirk spread across her lips. The other women rolled their eyes, similar smirks crossing their faces. The red head let out a short chuckle, readjusting her glasses, "But what else is wrong?"

"What? Nothing."

Babs leaned forward, her sharp eyes trained thoroughly on the blonde woman. "I can tell you've been out of it all night. You've been making simple mistake, I've never seen from you. There is clearly something else bothering you. It's totally fine if you don't want us to know, I just want you to know that we're both here for you."

"I know, I-." Steph looked at her mentor then to her sister, both women holding the same caring looks she's grown to love so much. She really was so lucky to have this family, so how could she drop the ball so hard? Her guilt was a heavy weight on her shoulders that threatening to crush her. "I'm a terrible sister."

Steph wasn't the type for tears, even when she was young. Yet those words hurt her more than she could ever imagined. She couldn't stop the tears, so she hid her face in her hands, spinning the chair around.

Two different hands fell onto her shoulder, as both women rushed to Steph's side. "Why would you say that?" Cass questioned, her voice quiet, barely making it to others' ears. The words held a hurt in them, as her heart broke at her sister's words. 

"Because I have had a new sibling for over a year, that I've barely talked to while they've been grieving the loss of their mother." She's usually upbeat, but she was never great with feelings, and even worse at helping people with theirs, but damn it, she was good with kids. She volunteers all the time with school kids and at the Gotham orphanage. She was literally there the other week, helping the kids finger paint. So how the hell could she not think of one time, where the two of you even spoke more a few words?

The two women didn't respond. How could they? They were in the exact same boat. The thought of you slipped both of their minds till Steph brought you up. You were just there. A normal person thrown into a world of superheroes and villains.

"And I feel like a total dick for being upset about this, cause I'm not one being ignored. I just can't believe I messed up so badly with them." Out of everyone in the house, she should have been there for you. She knows what it's like to have your life ruined by a guy obsessed with riddles (and somehow the guy that messed up her life and the guy that messed up yours are two different people).

Yet, she was too busy trying to prove her worth to everyone else. Yes, they treated her like part of the team, but she's the weakest link. Dick was well, himself; he was the original boy wonder and the example to follow for everyone after him. Even if Jason didn't follow Bruce's rules, he was an incredibly skilled fighter, being the best distance fighter of the family. Tim was basically at Bruce's level in terms of intelligence and skills. Damian was literally trained from birth for this. No wonder she had the shortest run as Robin.

Then, she took up the mantle of being Batgirl, a role that the previous holders had always supported, but it was impossible not to compare. Babs was the most badass woman she's ever met, who's not only brilliant but also could still knock someone out with minimal effort. Cass was one of the best fighters in the whole city and could predict someone's attack before they even moved.

And Duke not only taught himself how to fight and was helping people long before Bruce took him in, but he literally has superpowers!

How could she ever compare? That's why she needed to work twice as hard. To break herself time and time. To go on nightly patrols, ignoring her body's aches and pains. She loves this family with every fiber of her being, she can't lose it. Yet, somehow, one member of her family slipped right through her fingers. Why? Because you weren't a crime fighter? Honestly, good, you should be able to enjoy your childhood, unlike everyone else in the house.

But there's no way you've been enjoying life when you've been all alone in the maze which is the Manor. Hopefully, by now, you know your way around. She should have shown you around on day one, like the others did for her.

"This doesn't all fall on you; we all messed up by not being there." Babs sighed, "But we can't change the past. What matters now is what we do going forward. We can start being there for them now."

Yeah, as always, Babs is right. No point in crying over spilled milk. She could be there for you now, be that shoulder to cry on, and maybe even show you around if you were still lost. She could be your big sister, and the two of you can spend time together. She'll find out what you like and your hobbies, and the two of you can be best friends.

Even if she messed up before, she'll make it up to you and more! She's gonna be the best sister ever!

Cass nodded at Babs' statement, but the gears in her mind were turning as her eyebrows furrowed. "Do you think the doll has to do with Riddler?"

Hopefully not, you've been traumatized enough by that guy. But if it is, she'll make him pay. She's gonna make him pay, regardless. You need justice for what happened to you, and she's more than happy to deliver. 

This was supposed to be a short chapter. How the fuck did this end up with the same word count as the first chapter. I don't know why the first part of this chapter was so hard to write, but it was painful to get through. 

Hopefully, you all like what I'm doing  with the character. Every interpretations of these character are slight different and I'm picking and choosing which parts I like. 

Also, for all you didn't see my post, I'm hoping to have chapters out every other Tuesday. However, the fall semester has just started so we'll see how long that last. And the masterlist is coming, I'm just lazy.

Hope you enjoyed!

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A little bit of yandere Invincible Mark Grayson x gender neutral Reader ramble. Slightly suggestive but no full-on smut, still MDNI!

Also, sorry, I curse like a sailor.

I can't stop thinking about how Viltrumites are basically Kryptonians without the heat vision and breath attack. So, what if Mark ended up dating a Kryptonian Reader?

Reader would initially be from the DC universe. They wouldn't be fully Kryptonian since they would have been created at the same time as Kon-El was. Both of you are clones of Superman, and both of you have the same powers. Which means on top of having all the standard Superman stuff, you also have a force field (I didn't know Kon had that till I read his wiki).

You and Conner basically see each other as twins. Like, both of you have coordinating costumes, have matching punk aesthetics, and you usually fight together. You might have even joined Young Justice with him, but we're not here to talk about Conner! Overall, you have a very positive relationship with the Superfam, with Kara being your cool aunt, Clark being your worried Dad, Jon being your adorable little brother, and Lois being the best mom ever.

Anyways, to the meat of this, you somehow get blasted into the Invincible universe. This would happen not long after the Guardians of the Globe died in season 1. So Cecil sees this spike of energy on a map, and a migraine starts forming because he doesn't have the energy for another problem right now!

Teen Team is sent to investigate with the help of Invincible, since no one has any idea what just crash landed in the middle of nowhere, Wisconsin. They pull up to find a giant crater with a person in a partly torn-up costume passed the fuck out. Most of the team is trying to figure out if you're a threat, but not Mark. No, bro took one look at you and his soul left his body. He is down bad immediately.

Then, you get up, and my man was a mess! Since Clark and Conner are usually pretty tall, you're in the same boat. So, you're like a head taller than this man. He has craned his neck back to look you in the face. But why look up when he got your chest right at eye level? The restraint this man showed by not just grabbing the things is remarkable. Also, you're a superhero, so muscles. The tears in your costume show off some of your skin, too, and his man is dying. He can't breathe. You're too hot.

You go with Teen Team to meet Cecil and give them the lowdown on how you come from another universe and end up here. Meanwhile, Mark doesn't know what to focus on cause he is looking respectfully and disrespectfully, but also you're personality is making him go into cuteness aggression.

Just like their father, Clark, you are a bimbo / himbo / thembo (what is the gender neutral of himbo?). You're kind, with you recreating that one scene from the 2025 Superman movie where you're saving everyone from a giant monster, yes, even the squirrel. You're beefy, whether that's muscle hidden behind fat, or just being sculpted like a Greek statue, you're strong as shit. And you're stupid, gosh, are you stupid. Head empty, the only thought is helping people.

Then, he sees you use your powers and is ready to propose right there and then. I think Mark has a thing for powerful characters, especially ones that will stand up for him, as evidenced by his interest in Amber after she stood up for him. Siri, start playing "Fight for Me" from Heathers the musical. He sees you punch a bad guy through a building and says, "Well, whoa, you can punch real good." Or during the fight with Battle Beast in Machine Head's office, he feels bad about getting his friend dragged into this fight, and you come flying in to help, and in his head is just, "Can you be seen with me and still act proud?" He really is over here like, "I would fight for you if you would fight for me."

But, of course, this man doesn't know how to talk to you. So since it's still the first season, he turns to Nolan. Since kryptonite doesn't exist in his world and there is not a red sun close by, you're really fucking strong. So, Nolan is absolutely going to be like, "Mark, go for it. You want this person on your side." However, this is still Nolan, so his thinking is messed up. He's telling Mark not to let anyone else get to them because Viltrumites get what they want. He's also using this to kind of separate Mark from humanity a little bit by trying to convince him that the world is going to try and take you away, or someone is going to figure out how to send you home.

Mark also talks to Debbie about it, and she is 100% on board. She doesn't know much about you, but you make Mark happy, so she's happy. He's also really bad at hiding his crush, so Eve and Black Samson are trying to give him advice, Rex and Monster Girl are bullying him about it, and Shrinking Rae is just watching this mess.

You definitely got pulled into being part of the new Guardians of the Globe, which causes Mark to stop by a lot. Also, giving everyone else front seats to this shit show. Mark is trying so hard to drop hints, and you're missing them all. A part of him is worried that you just don't like him, but no, you couldn't. For the sake of his and everyone else's health, he doesn't believe. But you're just dense, so it takes him fully asking you out for it to click. Thank goodness you said yes, or else who knows what hell would've followed.

The date happens, and everything is going great! He even got to hold your hand, and omg, it's rough and calloused, and he desperately wanted to feel them all over his body. But peace didn't last as Cecil called up about a crime. You, being the do-gooder you are, rush to help, while Mark is ready to break down Cecil's door and rip out his tongue so he can't talk again cause he ruined the date! But, Mark did get to see you punch some people, which is always 10/10, no notes.

When he has to leave for that trip to Mars, he's not happy and is thinking about you the whole ride there and back. Then, he comes back and is finally able to relax some and show you to his friends. Will and Amber meet you in your punk rock casual outfit with all your piercing in, standing next to this dork of a man. Both are like, "how'd you bag a baddie?" Then they find out about both of yours hero identities and they're still a little confused but supportive. 

Also, anytime you guys are in a fight together, he purposefully gets himself into more danger so you can save him. One time, his costume got all torn up, and you put your jacket on his shoulder, and he was ready to steal it. Bonus points if the back of your costume is open, so Mark gets to see your glorious bare back.

OOooo, and the angst during the Nolan vs Mark fight. Instead of flying around with Eve, he would be with you. Then Nolan shows up, and you get dragged away by Cecil. One moment, you're outside, the next, a giant screen is in front of you showing your boyfriend getting his ass beat.

Also, what if that was your first time meeting Debbie? Both of you get to meet when you're at an emotional low. You comfort her as Nolan calls her a pet, and she calms you down when Cecil keeps stopping you from helping. He keeps saying that, "if Mark goes down, then you gotta take out Nolan," and how "they can't risk both of you dying." But, you're full on snot running down your face, sobbing, watching so many people get hurt when you could have done something.

Then he goes into his depression ark as he tries to figure out wtf his life is. Bro is watching from the sidelines of your fights, wondering who he is as a hero and who he is in general. But also, bro is rocking a boner because damn, you look while beating villains into the ground. He can't look at you while the two of you are in a fight together cause he CAN'T focus on the fight.

But it's not all being gloomy and aroused because he started college! Yeah!!! You didn't start college with him cause you're doing the hero thing full-time, but you do fly by a lot. It would have been a good system if Mark hadn't had to leave at the start of the semester to deal with his Dad's shit. At least you were there when Mark left, so you knew where he was when he went missing for two months.

Mark was so mad when he arrived on the other planet only to be met with his Dad. Like dude, you couldn't have been on a planet closer to Earth? He's missing his partner. Then, he feels bad for thinking that cause he finds out he has a brother. When he's flying back home, you're at the front of his mind. Bro misses you! Especially since I love the idea that you guys are SO close to getting it on before he had to leave, and fuck he needs to pick up where you left off.

And when bro gets back, he's having a whirlwind of feelings, cause he gets to see you again! Always a win. And seeing you help with Oliver stirs something in him he didn't know existed. He wanted to get your ass pregnant. Or does he want you to get him pregnant? Either way, you're so good with his little brother, he desperately wanted to see you care for his kid like that. Your gender isn't important; if there is a will, there is a way.

However, he comes back to see that you've grown really close with the other heroes and his friends. He was chilling with you and Amber, then suddenly the two of you were talking about a party that she brought you to. Internally, bro is getting pissed. It doesn't matter that drugs can't really affect you or that you could take out everyone in that room without blinking. It's not safe! Or Will mention how you and him went shopping together to get you some more casual clothes. Like, that sounds like something HE should have done with you and not Will. And no, Will being in a relationship with Rick doesn't change how mad Mark is. It should have been him! He's your boyfriend! 

The hero side of this is somehow worse. With you now being close with basically all the Guardians, Mark is trying his hardest to not drag you away from work. Because when you're not with him, you're back with the Guardians, and Rex might be his friend, but he's also a player. It also doesn't matter, and Kate and The Immortal are dating. He doesn't want either one of them around you, cause look at you! Who won't want that? He even feels weird about you being around Cecil. And this only gets worse during season 3.

He's just so worried about losing one of the only stable things in his life. Can you really blame him when he only wanted your attention on him? He's a little guy, he's just a little guy, and it's his birthday, he's the little birthday boy.

Also, this is 100% for me because I hate her, but I need when Anissa comes down, the two of you manage to kick her ass. None of the Viltrumites know about you and your powers, so they really thought you were just another person. BUT BOY WERE THEY WRONG! She's got her hand around your throat, only for you to grab her hand with all your might as you stare her down. Just amazing. You know, Anissa came crawling back to the others and was like, "Did humans get stronger without any of us knowing???"

Imagine, when Mark is getting thrown from universe to universe, instead of running to Batman, he runs into Superman and Kon. Clark and Conner are going around Metropolis. They have just saved a cat, and suddenly, a portal appears. Out pops Mark, confused and pissed as hell, only to see two people who have the same symbol on their chest as you. He uses that one brain cell he has to ask if either one of them knows you, then he gets pulled back through the portal again. While they're just flying there like, come back! This is the most they've heard about you in years. Please, they just want to know that you're okay.

Then the variants, Oh the variants.

You never exist in another universe, so they're all looking over Angstrom's shoulder at his wall of screen asking, "who the hell is that?" Angstrom is like, "Oh yeah, that's his alien partner," and he briefly explains your powers so they aren't blindsided when they show up and get their asses handed to them.

But does that stop any of them from hunting you down the first chance they get: NO! All of them have slightly different takes on you, but they all boil down to the same key thing - why does he get one and they don't?

I can't figure out specifics for all of them, but in general. Sinister, Bald, and... maybe Prisoner are WAY too into fighting you, they're hard and make no effort to hide it, like this is 'flirting' to them. Are they trying to kill you or do they want to be inside you? The answer is both. Mohawk, Goggleless, and Shiesty are also into the fighting in a sexual way. Still, they're making harassing comments the whole time about how they want you to sit on their face. They're saying shit like, "I have a throne, but I could be your throne." Omni Mark and the Marks from Viltrum are way less visually into the fight, cause they respect strength, so they'll gawk at you inside their head. And it doesn't matter what your gender is, you're strong as fuck, and they want your kids cause imagine how strong those children would be. Yes, kids, they want more than one - no, you don't have a choice in this.

The invincible war starts, and you're helping Mark take out some of these guys. Then, two or three of them corner you, and you hurt them, but you take way more damage. Before this point, yeah, you've gotten hurt in fights, but nothing that couldn't be quickly healed by just standing in the sun. But this time, you got the Eve treatment. You're fully passed out, and Mark has to quickly drag you away while the others are recovering.

He goes to find Cecil while ugly sobbing, begging him to help. But they got their own problem, so no time to make a machine to help you heal faster, and they can't leave you to bake in the sun cause the other Marks are still breaking shit, so you're rotting in a hospital bed as he stays by your side. No, he can't leave. What if one of the other hims shows up to take you with them to whatever world they're from? The world can burn, but if someone messes with his other half, they're not gonna live.

The whole "I should start killing people" conversation turns into a full monologue while you're still passed out. Before Oliver shows up to the Angstrom fight, Mark has snapped his neck. The moment Mark could kill this man, he did.

Then, you're actually able to heal up under the sun, and baby boy is over the moon. Only to have the joy completely stripped away by Conquest. And since you're still recovering from the previous fight, both of you get pretty fucked up. The visual of Conquest doing the heart thing to you, only for Mark to start losing his shit. He starts head slamming that man way earlier in that fight.

Also, Mark is a horrible stalker. Once all the season 3 threats are gone, Mark is always flying near you, keeping an eye on you. However, you know he's there, no matter how hard he tries to hide. You have an enhanced sense, so you can hear him fly a mile away from you. You try to bring up the issue with him, but somehow the argument gets pushed back over to you. It ends with him putting a tracker on your phone so he knows where you are at all times.

All fights between the two of you end with him gaslighting you, and he's not doing it on purpose (at least not that much). He just looks at you with those puppy dog eyes and you fold. He's able to get away with cranking up the crazy, cause he keeps guilt-tripping you over everything he's been through.

Flashing back to earlier in this ramble, when I was talking about Mark leaving to help the bug people, how close you were to sleeping together before it got ruined. Like, every time the two of you try to get it on, something cock blocks him. My guy is going feral cause if ONE more person interrupts his private time with you, he's flying to the moon to fuck there. So, the first time you're actually able to get it on is the end of season 3.

Mark is fine being either on top or bottom, but for the first time, he would needs to be on top. He would need to feel your shack underneath him from his touch. He needs to see your face when he pleases you. He needs to know that he makes you as good as you make him feel. After that, he's willing to try whatever. He's a big fan of any position where he can see your face and grab your chest (he makes the honk honk sound when he grabs them). 

And you know that after you sleep together, he's gonna somehow get more clingy. My man is practically glued to your side, and he needs all of your attention on him or else he will freak out.

So, he's not going to be able to handle going back to your home universe with you. He's going to hate your family, and to be fair, they're going to hate him, too.

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Okay, quick little update!

I plan to post the next chapter of Your Other Family next Tuesday. I hope to have a chapter out ever other week, but I'm about to start up school again, so sorry if becomes more of every month.

Anyways excuse me as I post something that has absolutely nothing to do with the batfam.

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happy jason day let’s gooo

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Red Hood in Position

Based on this post

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Hi!! I simply LOVED your Batfamily story! But I have a question, like, who is 'Stephen'? Because I honestly don't remember who he is. If you can, could you answer with a picture of her? Anyway, that's it, XOXO ^^

Thank you! Okay, so I messed up spelling Stephanie's name. My brain read the first part of her name and auto filled the rest, so I never caught it. But, it's fixed it now! I think...

Sorry for the confusion.

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I finally realized that I spelled Stephanie's name wrong the whole first chapter

My dyslexia decides to kick in at the weirdest times.

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Your Other Family fic is soooo good!! Ever heard the audio that goes “of course, fuck it’s genius, why didn’t I think of that?” That was me at the end of it. Neglected reader is a tad bit overused but this au really has me excited especially because I love Coraline. Anyways, that was really it I just wanted to let you know it was a very enjoyable read!!

Hello! Thank you so much!!!

I love that audio. It's so funny.

It's so dumb, but I eat any yandere batfam neglected reader up! It just scratches the right part of my brain.

I adore Coraline! I really wanna get the book cause I just love the idea of it so much! And the stop motion movie is just chef kiss.

I find it so funny that I got the idea for this fic after binge watching the Cinema Therapy youtube channel and watching their Coraline video. A theme of the movie is about negligent vs indulgent and that's what a lot of batfam fics are.

I hope you continue to like where I go with this, cause yes this is heavy based off of Coraline. But I do a lot of my own thing. Like the lore around the Other Mother is different and we're going to spend a lot more time with the normal batfam than Coraline does with her family in the movie.

I've been cooking up this idea for a bit now, cause I refuse to start a fic without having a vague idea of where I wanted it to end. So, I've had plenty of time to over think the plot.

I'm just so excited to finally write this down and share it.

Thanks for the message. I didn't except so much engagement with this story, and I'm hyped other people like it.

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Your Other Family

Yandere Platonic Batfamily x Neglected Coraline Reader

Chapter 1 - The Doll

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There was one thing more prevalent than crime in Gotham: rain. Some days it came down as a fine mist, the droplets hanging onto the fibers of your clothes rather than fully absorbing in. And then there were days when the stuff came down in sheets to the point you could drown by merely standing in the downfall. Today, the water beads on the window leisurely rolled down and into the cracks of the frame.

Usually, you hated the rain. It stopped you from running around outside getting that essential vitamin D intake. However, you were grateful for the gray painted sky, which allowed only small cracks of light to slip through. It didn't feel right for the sun to be out shining in its full glory and for joyous people to be running around when you're sitting alone at a table in Gotham's Academy's art room.

As the raindrops you were watching race came together and disappeared onto the brick walls of the school, you turned back to your paper. There was an attempt to put pencil to paper, making versus sketches before deciding that you hated all of them and erased everything, leaving you with an empty, slightly ripped paper and a table full of eraser shavings.

It just didn't feel right to be drawing, or for the sun to be shining, or for you to be happy, not when you don't have the eyes of your best friend staring at you from above the paper. Not when he wasn't there to doodle on the corners of your paper while he ranted on about the latest anime he was watching.

Wyatt couldn't draw to save his life, and he didn't have an artist's bone in his body. Countless times, he would make squiggles at the top of your papers, claiming it was a dog or a cat when it looked more like someone blindfolded Picasso and told him he had ten seconds to make a piece. You joked about this lack of talent every time you went to art club and why he would even join in the first place. 

He would always tell you a different reason, but they all had the same core: you. 

When you started at this place over a year ago, you had hope for a new beginning. You had just been through the worst time in your life, but you held onto hope. At least you would have a new start at a new school and make new friends. Yet that didn't happen because of your freshly discovered relatives, specifically Damian Wayne.

Despite being a Wayne, Damian was never the most popular. He had an aura of annoyance, like being around normal people was beneath him. He held his nose high and barely spoke to anyone. However, people knew to follow his lead in everything from fashion to academics. So, when you were placed right next to Damian in your first class, and he refused to even look at you, everyone else did the same.

He wasn't even around you for most of the day, going to his accelerated courses with all the other gifted children. Yet still everyone ignored you. One kid even got up and left when you sat next to them. But Wyatt never did. He was also new to the school, and he refused to leave someone sitting alone.

The two of you had been inseparable ever since. So when you had to join a club because Damian was in the art club and no one wanted Alfred to be driving back and forth too much, he came along for the ride. The very bumpy ride. Sports were off the table with all the teams being far too competitive for a middle school. The drama program had clear favorites and wasn't welcoming to newcomers. And the book club kids were reading and discussing books you had zero interest in. Leaving you with the art club.

Damian's presence was a big drawback; however, everything else was perfect. The club wasn't too big. No one was competing against each other or being pretentious over who had been there the longest. It was just a group of kids all coming together to chat and make art. You and Wyatt made yourselves at home in the back corner of the room by the windows, chatting the hour away.

But he wasn't at school today. He hadn't been at school for the past week with no warning. There has been complete radio silence since the two of you left art club last week. No calls, no texts, not one TikTok sent to you at 2am. Nothing, from the kid whose record for texting you in a single day was in the hundreds.

Once again, you glance at your phone, which was sitting face up on the table, hoping that the screen would light up with a single message. But all you were met with was the inky void of the screen reflecting the overly bright light above.

You were dragged out of your thoughts as the scratching sound of chairs against the wooden floor hit your ears. It was mixed with the laughter and goodbyes of your classmates, signaling that their hour was up and it was time to leave.

You haphazardly threw your stuff into your backpack, papers crumbling and the corners of your books slightly folding, forever creasing the pages. Your phone was the last thing in, being shoved into the small side pocket as you thrusted the bag over your shoulders.

You slugged out of the room and over to your locker, your feet shuffling on the floor as the weight of the school bag pulled on your spine and dug into your shoulder blades. Stupid rich kids' school and their five-million-ton textbooks and their frilly hallways with arched ceilings that felt like you were navigating a maze.

The set of fancy lockers in front of you were clearly meant for high schoolers, given their height. Unlike the standard lockers, which consisted of two rows placed on top of each other, these were the lockers you'd see in movies that were taller than the average man. You had reached up to grab the dial, slowly turning the lock back and forth till the metal door creaked open.

You glared up at the hooks, taunting you from their perch position near the top of the steel rectangle. Your eyes made the long journey down to where your stuff lay stacked on the ground. Your other textbooks and notebooks were piled on one another with your lunchbox sitting atop them, and your raincoat lying lazily over it all.

Your shoulders ached, and your legs burned just thinking about the added weight to your person. You had assignments approaching their due dates, a test looming over your head, and a project right around the corner. You really need to bring all your stuff back with you so you can start shrinking that ever-growing to-do list.

Yet, in a split-second decision, you slammed your bag onto the ground, throwing your zipper open. Your lunch box and jacket were moved aside, replaced by the ginormous tomes in your backpack. You smacked the door closed, the ringing sound echoing through the empty halls.

All at once, you felt lighter. Sure, you'd hate yourself later for procrastinating more on all of your stuff. But, to be completely honest with yourself, you were going to bring all of that stuff with you only to stare at the mountain of paper and get nothing done. Might as well save yourself the joint pain and just leave the dead weight.

With a new sense of relief, you put on your bright yellow coat, adding some color to the lifeless greys that made up the academy's uniforms (guess they wanted the clothes to match the rest of the greys that make up Gotham).

Your fingers hooked around the arm straps of the much lighter bag, as you took a look at the neighboring locker - Wyatt's locker. Another reminder about your absent best friend. When you cocked your head to the side.

The door was open just a sliver for the dark interior to leak out. But that wasn't possible. These lockers were top of the line, constantly updated due to the school's substantial funding, and the locker combinations were changed every year so no one could open anyone else's locker. Not even you knew the magic numbers to get it, barely remembering your own. Yet there it sat open just the right amount to make it mysterious and incredibly enticing to open.

The angel on your shoulder was telling you it was wrong to invade his private property like that. However, Mephistopheles was whispering to you about the endless possibilities that could lie inside, maybe even informing you about what could have happened to your dear friend. And in the end, the devil was far more alluring.

You weren't expecting much, maybe a few stray books or his jacket. Though a part of you was holding onto the hope that there was a note waiting for you to read that explained everything.

But the last thing you thought would be in there was a handmade doll, much less a doll that looked creepily similar to you. The fabric that made up the doll's skin matched yours to a T, and the yarn for the hair was shaped and colored just like yours. The outfit was spot on, from your bright yellow raincoat to your fancy fiddler's cap; it even had the green triangle pendant that your mother gave you. The doll's large, raven-black eyes had a shine that you could see the rough outline of your reflection in.

Your spine went stiff as goosebumps formed on your arms. A small aching pit festering in your stomach. Yet you couldn't tear your eyes away from the creepy voodoo doll. Honestly, you think you would have preferred to find a body instead. At least him missing school would make sense.

The two of you stared at each other for longer than you liked to admit, deciding what to do with mini you. In the end, you picked up the toy because, at least if you had it, no one else could hurt you with the freaky powers that were probably attached to this thing.

The doll ended up sitting in the main pocket of your bag with the zipper slightly open in fear that if it didn't have oxygen, you would die. You jogged through the hollow halls, trying not to jostle your backpack as you got to the giant doors leading outside.

After using all of your strength, you pushed the main entrance door open. You were meet with the giant stone front steps of the school and mostly empty parking lot. Your polished shoes move cautiously through the thin puddles leading to the luxury black car parked in front of the school.

Alfred was standing outside the vehicle, his face as stoic as ever. But he had an uncharacteristic tight grip of his umbrella, that only loosened when he caught sight of you. He was standing right next to the closed passage side door, where Damian's head was pressed against the seat while staring at his phone.

The old butler strode to the stairs, meeting you at the bottom, holding the umbrella out over your head. "Young master, are you alright? What took you so long?" He never showed his emotion externally, being taught to hide his feelings so well that Cass struggled at times to read him. But there was a slight panic in his voice that even you could pick up on.

"Yeah, I just, umm." How were you going to explain this weird ass doll to him? You didn't want to worry this sweet man.

There was a flicker of concern in his eyes, a flash that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. "Let's get you in the car before you catch a cold." He took your small hand in his, walking you to the car, making sure you don't slip in the watery mind field.

You hopped into the back behind Alfred, gently placing your bag in the middle seat. The car roared to life, gliding down the road through the nicer parts of Gotham. Beautiful giant homes flashed in and out of view for the first part of the journey.

Then the car crossed onto large bridge, heading out of the city and to the Manor. Only then did Alfred break the silence. "Master Damian, why did you leave without your sibling?"

And just as you expected, Damian didn't answer; he just slumped further into his seat, bringing his phone closer to his chest. That's how Damian always reacted to anything having to do with you. If he snapped at you like he did with everyone else, you would be annoyed, sure. But at least then he would have talked with you. At least then you would know that he noticed you enough to make up an insult.

"Both of you are in the same club and are going to the same place. It won't have been hard to wait. You should have waited for them." Alfred huffed after another beat of quiet nothingness. "If one of your other siblings were there, they would have waited."

Sure, they would have. Not like they don't treat you the exact same as Damian. Some of them actually talked with you, managing to muster up a little effort to speak with the newest family member. But no one could meet your eyes when they speak, as if looking at you would somehow curse them. Maybe you could pass on this 'no one will notice me' jinx, and you could finally be a part of the family instead of an outsider with a front row seat to all of their family bonding.

"You're an older brother now; it's time you start acting like one." Three months older. But who's counting? Definitely not your 'family'.

The rest of the ride was silent, the tense atmosphere suffocating the car like a python around its prey. It squeezed and squeezed till finally, the car was parked in the Manor's garage. You practically ripped the door open, jumping out and zooming to escape the thick air.

But, the Manor's air was only vaguely better, having an old haunting feeling that hung in your lungs like smoke from a cigarette. The air felt closer to something you find in a cemetery: hollow, dead, and full of grief. Strange for how many people live in his damn place.

You ran through the vast winding halls, passing ancient art and furniture pieces that were decades older than you were and worth more money they you could even fathom. Making your way through the guest hallway, you skidded to a halt right before crashing into the wall. In front of you sat the room you'd been placed in. It was at the very end of the hall to keep you as far away from the other activities as possible.

For being a guest room, the place was enormous, being the same size as your whole apartment before moving here. It looked like every other room in the hall, with agreeable grey walls, a wooden bed set carved out of rich ebony, and pristine white sheets. A crystal chandelier hung in the middle right above the foot of the queen-size bed. Giant windows with long flowing white curtains decorated two of the walls of your room, showing the forest surrounding the Manor and the front gate with the Wayne W in the middle.

You scampered through the room, your shoes pressing into the light ash-gray carpet as you went to the back corner where the closest door was. Inside was a walk-in closet that could perfectly fit one and a half twin XL mattresses on the floor. Shelves and clothing racks hugged both the longer sides of the wall, all perfectly cleaned to mirror shine, waiting for something to place their belongs.

And at the end of the room, directly opposite you, was a small door that was less than half the size of the closest entrance. A small wire was coming out from underneath, hugging the walls as it snaked further into the room. You hustled over, placing your bag on the lower shelf right next to the hatch. It was the only time you ever used the closet space; keep your regular clothes and school uniform in the drawers of the dresser outside.

The carpet tickled your knees as you knelt down to bring out the creepy doll, the thing giving you a broad smile out of thread. Then, you grabbed your phone and pulled open the door, having to tug some to get its rusty hinges to move. As the door slipped free, a cold breeze ran out, kissing your cheeks as it pushed further into the room. You flipped on a small switch that dangled right next to the door, illuminating the small space with a faint golden light.

You found this spot when you first moved into the Manor. Everything was still so overwhelming as you placed what little you had into your new room. The others were busy with everything going on in Gotham, leaving Alfred to help you get settled. That's when you stumbled in here and asked about the tiny doorway.

He said it was a small attic space. A little bit of spare room, the builders of the house didn't know what to do with. The space was small, with the slanting roof of the Manor cutting it in half. It was meant for storing things that people would want to hide away and forget about. And it quickly became your paradise.

Fairy lights with star lightbulbs climbed up and around the room like vines, being held up by duct tape and dreams. Just below that were some drawings you were particularly proud of, all stuck on at different angles. A layer of pillows were placed over the solid wooden floor, and even more pillows leaned against the walls. An unknown number of blankets lay across it all, each other tangling into another, not knowing where one ended and another began. A box of tissues and a string bag full of miscellaneous supplies for your hobbies sat in the middle of it all.

You jumped into the hidey hole, closing the door with a click, leaving you face to face with the photo you hung up. Unlike the rest of the pictures, this was being held up with a command strip to prevent the plastic frame from falling. In the background of the image was the Gotham boardwalk, filled with overpriced food stalls that always had a fifty-fifty risk of giving you food poisoning, and fair rides that too many people trusted with how fragile the supports seemed.

In the foreground were two people: a mother and a child. Your giant smile proudly displayed your missing front teeth and your bright blue tongue from the popsicle you had finished seconds before this. Holding you in her supportive arms was your mother, a majestic smile across her lips that should be in an art gallery, beautiful and charming just like the rest of her. She had deep bags that sat under her sparkling eyes, wrinkles forming on her laugh lines that she wore with pride, and gray hairs that she made no effort to hide.

You could understand why Mr. Wayne would be drawn to her. She had an energy around her that could brighten a room and deep, mesmerizing eyes that held such love for everything in their view. And, gosh, her laugh was infectious. One time, you tripped while running around your house, falling backwards and landing on your butt. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you could see her holding back a giggle. But, when it finally breached her lips, you couldn't help but forget your previous shame and join in.

But there was no time to reminisce about the past, for you were on a mission for answers!

Sitting crisp cross, you tossed one of the woolen blankets over your shoulders, leaving your arms free to study your strange find. Moving aside the raincoat, the doll was wearing your school uniform to a scary amount of detail, from the school's crest that sat over the breast pocket of the coat to the one button that was loose on your collar shirt.

Your hand shook as you thought about what you must do. You had to see if your friend was trying to curse you, but you weren't excited to find out. Taking a freshly sharpened pencil out of the bag, you hovered the tip over the doll's tiny hand. After taking a long, shaky breath, you slammed your eyes shut and jammed the pencil down.

The lead broke through the fabric as a small bit of stuffing came out the other end and onto your leg. But no similar pain came from your hand. You let the oxygen you previously collected leave with a sigh, letting the tension go in your shoulder and leaning back onto the pillow pile.

Sliding the pencil out, you placed it back in the bag while letting your new friend sit on your lap. "Sorry bout stabbing you there. I just had to make sure. You understand, right?" The doll looked back at you with its button eyes and a stitched-on smile. "I knew you would mini me."

From your pocket, you pulled out your phone, placing it on the blanket pile and adjusting it till it stayed put. It took you a bit of scrolling before finding a video to watch. Pulling your blankets up, you cocooned yourself, only leaving your and the doll's face out to confront the cold. Both of you huddled close for warmth, your eyes focused on your phone as time ticked by.

Alfred walked down the guest wing of the Manor, his keen eyes scanning his surroundings as he went. The hall wasn't up to his usual high standards, with dust hiding in corners and a spider climbing the walls trying to find the perfect place to set up shop. The lack of cleanliness was not because he didn't care about the space. He knew this mansion like the back of his hand and fostered it with all the vigor that he looked after the people in it.

But looking after such a large family, who all put themselves in dangerous situations nightly with a mansion that seemed never-ending, takes a lot of time, so some things get put on the back burner. Which was fine, the last time they had a guest stay the night was back when the late Mrs. and Mr. were still alive and Bruce was still losing baby teeth.

Then you made your entrance into the house. Instead of being placed with everyone else, Bruce decided to block you out of the family wing, not wanting their work to interrupt your life more than it already has. Leaving Alfred with a new child to look after and another part of this Manor to clean, so you weren't surrounded by filth.

He knocked on your door with his knuckles only to be met with silence. He knocked once again and waited for a beat before opening the door. He didn't even bother looking around your room, knowing that if you didn't respond, then you were hiding away in the closet.

Opening the next door, he heard the faint sounds of talking through the walls and cracks of lights peering out from under the small attic door. Spotting your bag, he went to grab your belongings when he found the backpack strangely light for a Gotham Academy student. Peering inside, the bag was empty as he held back a sigh. He can't blame you for not wanting to work, knowing what you must be going through. But he can't let you fall behind; it would only cause more problems for you in the long run.

He brushed his knuckles on the wooden gate, his voice calm as he spoke, "Young Master, it's time for dinner." After a small thud came through the door and the faint screams of the hinges, the hatch slid open, revealing you still tangle up in blankets as you placed your phone in your uniform pocket.

But this attention focuses on the doll in your other hand. The thing looked handmade with delicate stitching that no machine could do, and with such attention to detail that would take hours to do. So, how could you have made this strange thing without him knowing? You would have had to gotten the materials all by yourself, then sewn it. But you never mention anything about one of your hobbies being sewing.

Unless... Someone else made it. But why would they?

"Where did that come from?" Not many things could make the butler falter on this training. Yet something about that little toy made his hair stand on end and his usual tone drop.

"Uh, it's from Wyatt. I think." However, you didn't notice the concern from the butler, as you turned off the lights in the small space.

Wyatt - from what you've described, a kind child who also started attending Gotham Academy the same time as you after moving here from across the state. The two of you had gotten close after bonding over the lost of both of your mothers. You have been heartbroken since he stopped showing up to class a week ago. "You think?"

"Yeah, it was just sitting in his locker when I was getting my stuff to leave." You crawled out of your hidey hole, and Alfred helped you to your feet. But his eyes never strayed far from the doll.

"I didn't know he knew how to sew, but I'm glad he's finally returned." A strange thing for a child to make, especially one with apparently no skills in the arts. But at least he now knows-.

"I don't think he does. And, he's still not back yet. His locker was just open for some reason, and this was inside."

The dam that holds in Alfred's sanity has never been more damaged. And all because of a stupid doll. If Wyatt wasn't back, then how could his locker be open? Did someone break into his locker to place the doll there? Was it another student, or did someone break into the school? Why would someone break into the most secure school in Gotham to place a doll in a child's locker? His mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to decipher what the purpose of this thing was.

You clutched the doll tight to your diaphragm, your fingers clutching its stomach like you were scared to let go. You looked at the thing with the same downcast expression as when you told Alfred that Wyatt hadn't come to school. "Hey after dinner, could you patched up their hand?" Your tone sounded more like you were giving an apology for misbehaving instead of asking for a simple request.

"Of course," then he would be able to look at the thing and see what was going on.

The two of you headed to the dining room side by side, that doll never leaving your hands. The two of you walked the dark halls and vast stairways to get to the dining room. A large wooden table stretched across the room with ornate chairs that never see much use. You took up your usual seat closest to the kitchen door, your eyes landing on the oil painting on the wall.

The look you regularly gave to the family portrait always hurt Alfred's heart. It was made a month before you arrived, with all of the family finally finding some time to stand around for a few hours while it was painted.

Bruce stood in the middle behind the couch with his practiced publicity smile. Dick stood right next to him, one of his hands resting on the couch. Jason stood on Bruce's left with a scowl and a wrinkled brow the artist capture perfectly. Tim stood next to Dick, showing him in a rare moment where he actually had gotten some sleep the previous night. Cassandra stood tall beside Jason with owl-like eyes that seemed to follow people around the room. Somehow, they convinced Alfred to join in, standing right in next to Tim. On the opposite side, Barbara sat in her wheelchair, angled inwards towards the sofa. Sitting on the couch was Stephanie, who draped her arm on the armrest, Duke, who looked nervous to be there, and Damian with a stoic glare directly towards the artist.

One big, happy, chaotic family that didn't realize they were missing a person. No one knew about Bruce's second biological child. They didn't know that you lived in The Narrows in a rundown one-bedroom apartment. And not a soul could have guessed the hell that would consume the city and accidentally reveal your identity as a Wayne to the world.

You placed the doll next to you in front of a empty chair, letting its body fold on itself as it slouched forward, its body completely turned towards you. Usually, you would silently wait for dinner while playing on your phone. But, tonight you chatted with the ragdoll about the video you were watching and what you did that day.

The sight was honestly quite sad: how quickly you got attached to that creepy little thing, holding onto any scrap of evident that someone might care about you. It pulled at the butler's heartstrings as he went to grab your plate.

The man was disappointed in the family's treatment of you so far. He knew everyone was busy and that they didn't want to bog you down with the responsibilities they all held. However, in doing so, they completely blocked you out from everything, leaving you as an outsider in your own home. 

A part of him couldn't help holding onto the hope that they would one day realize how they were treating you and welcome you in with open arms. Bruce kept saying things would change after they finished their most recent mission. Maybe, Alfred will have to pull some string to get the ball rolling.

He placed the porcelain plate with steaming food in front of you. You dug into the food, continuing your conversation with the toy like it was old friend. Alfred had to stop himself from grabbing the toy and tossing it into the bin. He went back to the kitchen to focus on getting everyone else's food ready.

With the mission so close to being completed, the whole family was hovering around the Manor, constantly coming in and out with a speed that would make someone's head spin. Tonight, everyone, minus Barbara who was in the clocktower, was down in the cave getting ready to leave on their nightly patrol, all waiting to put some food in their stomachs before running around Gotham. He effortlessly put eight meal trays together, stacking them in two piles of four.

Just as he finished putting together the final one, he heard a new voice coming from the dining room. Stephanie's voice was always easy to pick out, being higher-pitched than the other Robins and having energy that seemed rare in this house. Though, that joy seemed to be lacking as she spoke, "Hey there, how are you doing?" Her vocie mimicked the tone of a person in an awkward encounter with an old classmate.

You gave her a simple, "Fine, how are you?" as Stephanie slinked into the kitchen.

"Okay," Stephanie breached the kitchen, getting out of view of the door, and let the fake smile fall from her lips. Her eyebrow cocked up, as her face scrunched up in discomfort, "You saw the creepy doll too, right?" She whispered while checking over her shoulder to make sure you weren't listening in. He nodded, starting to clean the dirty pans in the sink.

Stephanie grabbed a few of the stray dishes around the kitchen, adding them to his pile. "I felt like that thing was staring right through my soul." Her body shuddered as the memory of its button eyes flashed in her mind. "They did a good job making it, but holy shit, I'm gonna have nightmares."

"They didn't make it." Alfred didn't have to turn around to see Stephanie's body tense up as she stopped walking around the tile floor. He knew a myriad of question hung on her lips as her brain tries to find the first one to ask. "Apparently, they found it at school in their friend's locker, who hasn't attended classes for a week now."

Turning around, he could see the gears in her head turning, question after question forming in her skull. She looked like a dam about to burst, with concerned and pure bafflement reflected in her eyes. It was almost refreshing to see someone else care, even if it was because of the eerie toy. Maybe this would be the push that would get at least one other member of this house to spend time with you.

However, her look and his hope vanished as her phone buzzed with a notification from the family group chat. She grabbed the stacks of food, giving Alfred a nod with a brief "thanks for the food," before running out of the kitchen, using the exit that led out to the hall and not the dining room.

The room returned to its normal quiet state, with only the occasional bits where your voice managed to travel past the door. When you finished dinner, you passed your plate to Alfred as the two of you talked about your day. You rambled about your teachers and assignment, as you messed with the arms of the toy.

He sat down with a small sewing kit in hand as you passed the doll over to him. He studied the toy as he held it in his hands, running his fingers over the fabric. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary about it, with no signs of a camera or track. However, it still didn't help subdue his worry. 

Over a year later, going up all those steps still left you a little winded, having to pause at the entrance of the guest hall.

Out of the corner, you see something moving in the shadows as your heart rate picks up. Welp looks like the ghosts in the manor are finally going to kill you. Hopefully, the Waynes will notice before your body decomposes too much.

Then, out of the darkness, a set of yellow eyes stared up. A chirp filled the space as Alfred the cat leapt forward, rubbing up against your leg. The cat matched his name sack in being the only two in the house happy to see you. You knelt down, using your free hand to rub under the cat's soft, fluffy chin. Your efforts were met with a satisfied purr as he closed his eyes and leaned into your hand.

Memories with him were one of the few good ones since arriving at the manor. It took you a week to meet him. You were exploring the library and saw him curled up in a chair, bathing in the sun from the window. It only took a few pets for him to warm up to you, and he quickly started to follow you around the Manor when Damian wasn't there.

You moved your hand to scratch behind his ears when the cat stopped moving. Someone must have paused him, as not even his tail moved wile his feline eyes stared at mini you. You froze out of pure fear that you somehow hurt your friend by scratching the wrong spot.

Then, he charged forward, his eyes focused on the doll, his claws reaching, directed straight for its button eyes. You barely managed to yanked the toy back, pressing it into your body. "No! Don't attack my stuff!"

This was the first time you've ever raised your voice at Alfred, and you immediately regretted it as he gave you the most pitiful look you've ever seen. To top it off, he let out weak pathetic noise as he snuck to the floor.

"Sorry, bubby, I didn't mean to get mad. But this is mine." You ran your hand over his back, the sorrow leaving him.

With Alfred now accompanying you, you made it back in front of the guest room's door. You made your way back into the bedroom with mini you in hand and Alfred a step behind you. You bee-lined it back to your hidey hole, letting Alfred crawl onto your lap while setting the doll off to the side.

Time seemed to fly by in the attic hatch as the moon rose. After pushing off leaving for too long, you had to finally drag yourself out and get ready for bed. You went through the process as quickly as possible, leaving turning off the room's lights for last.

The moment you flipped the switch, a void swallowed the room. Panic coursed through your veins as you could hear your heart drumming in your ears. You blindly raced over to your bed, throwing the covers over you as fast as possible. 

You laid there with Alfred on your left and the mini you on your right. The last thing you saw before sleep welcoming you into its arms was the button eyes of Mini you staring right at you.

You can tell that I'm not following the exact storyline from the movie. Everything with the other mother is basically the same, but I changed a lot. And I know neglected reader trope is overplayed, but I love reading fics with it. It just add so much good angst and makes a good jumping off point for the yandere spiral.

Also, please bare with me as this is the first fic I'm post here and I'm still figuring out how tumblr works. Kind of sad that I'm still trying to figure things out when I've had this blog for a year now, but oh well. 

Hope you enjoyed and I'll have chapter two out probably soon. Give me like a week or two. 

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Ahh this is so truee

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Mohawk isn’t gonna let that kiss go

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Lux*Taps mic and looks into the camera seeing directly at you*...I know what you are

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Guys..I think he ate the other marks…

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Anyways