#yandere selina kyle x reader

[bluetooththereptile]

The other family?

I'm rewatching coraline and I thought why not have the same thing with the bat family? Of course it not going to be literally the same thing with the movie, just the idea of a neglected child wishing for attention going in a very very dark turn. Perhaps have a demonic of some sort touch to it? What do you say? Oh and...there wouldn't be a happy ending, well, in the logical sense at least, perhaps for a child that only wants love and is getting a little manipulated by dark forces it wouldn't be bad that their family is now treating them like they are the gift of the God on earth? It's not bad that daddy and mommy are now a little taller than before, or how Damian's nails are dark like coal and the cat Alfred is more intelligent than before or how they are not allowed in the batcave any longer, right? Who knows.

Just eat the food.

Eat your food sweetie.

Mommy and Alfred have been cooking just for you.

It doesn't matter why no one else is eating, eat the food sweetheart.

Eat the damn food!

[lonleydweller]

Y'know what? Not enough womanly love here, too much men.

Yandere Catwoman (Romance or Platonic) Any version but hopefully TAS

🥀Yandere BTAS Catwoman hcs🥀

Decided to touch on both ^^ ty so much for requesting her!!

@helpfandom

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!Warnings!: yandere trope, toxic behavior, manipulation, briefly mentioned flirting, stalking, breaking and entering, isolation, breif violence mention

Yanderes are OK to enjoy in fiction. They should stay fiction. They are not examples of healthy relationships. These behaviors are NOT okay in real life. They are horrid. This is for entertainment purposes

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● You could catch her eye in a plethora of ways, maybe you helped on her cats, she briefly chatted with you at an event, or you seemed like a good target for one of her petty robberies.

● Just like a cat she prowls at night. Following you around, maybe out of boredom, curiosity, whatever it is starting out, she only becomes more attached. Infatauted as she learns more about you. She no doubt sends iris in to keep an eye. Maybe you let iris in, letting her scout out your home. How could you say no to a poor cat sitting outside in the cold?

● Once she's gotten confident enough, she'll start sneaking in at night, learning the layout of your home, rooting through things that aren't too personal, only stealing small things you wouldn't notice. Of course, she isn't going to interact with you solely that way.

● In the day, she'll interact with you as Selina Kyle. Trying to worm her way into your life, to become a familiar face in the hectic city of gotham. Coincidently just happening to pop up where you are, like at a Cafe, store. Nothing too suspicious. Making small talk. Complementing your appearance, your clothes, asking where you got something from, things that could easily be brushed off as friendly chatter.

● In time she worms her way into your life, longer conversations, turning into walks, then exchanging numbers. Prying whatever information from you that she hasn't already got. She showers you in gifts, daytrips out, financial support if you really need it. She has the means to.

● Soon enough she works on isolating you, not from everyone. Just from friends she deems bad for you, by her warped standards. Really just rivals. Making sure she's the closest to you. Taking up most of your time, worming her way into whatever free time you have. Much more subtle than if she were to try and demonize your friends, get them hurt, killed.

● She prefers to avoid unnecessary violence. Only really becoming pyshcially agressive being if someone hurts you. In that case she'll go and rough them up a bit, leaving them covered in nasty scratches and bruises, steal their things while she's at it too. I could only see her being pushed to murder if the offender did something severe.

● Depending on the type of person you are, she might start to try and interact with you as catwoman. Talking to you from. The rooftops, offering protection on walks home, along with fancy stolen gifts. This all of course relies on wether or not you'd have a positive reaction to her criminal persona by itself. If you have.. less than a good reaction. She'll more than likely keep the connection between her and the thief hidden.

● Now all this above can all be interpreted as romantic or platonic. However there are some deviations if her intentions are romantic.

● It takes her longer to give into the obsession fully, after all.. she had her on and off thing with batman.. but that was on and off. You? You could be, no, were going to be, to her, permanent. After all.. with her and the bat the law always stood between them. With you? That's not the case.

● As Selina she starts making advances, flirty complements, lingering touches, all at a reasonable pace. If you show any discomfort she'll stop. Not stop pursuing you, no, no. Simply changing up her display of affections. Not stopping until she's solidified herself into your life one way or another. She'll be the most important thing in your world, just as you are in hers.

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[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

It's Not Over, Is It?

{Where a silly game of blooming romance, becomes tangled in a spiders web of jealously and rivalery.}

Cast: (Y/N) (L/N), Bruce Wayne, Talia Al Ghul [Rule 63], Catwoman [Rule 63].

Au Synopsis:

(Y/N), having been chosen as Bruce Wayne's manager/secretary for his "playboy act". Controlling over the media and press that had anything to do with Bruce Wayne or Batman.

(Y/N) is in love with Bruce and is a mother figure to Dick. But Bruce has never once tried to express his love for the reader. Afraid to ruin the little peace and normality he had in his life with you, Dick and Alfred.

So, he finds "comfort", in other's embraces unknowingly.

(Y/N) knows everything about Bruce, to his coffee, to the names that he slept with or fancied when in his "playboy persona".

Has helped create every file and notes or each vilian or other in his rouge gallery.

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Talia Al Ghul, the son of the Demon Head: Ra's Al Ghul.

Knows of the little game of "hopeless lovers" when he sees a pair. Instead of waiting for the other to fall, he instead makes his move. Finding (Y/N) under the guise of friendship and a random civilian that happened be at the right place and right time.

Yet. He toys with the Detective, that he and his father had found quite intriguing.

Though he is not seen as a worthy enough successor in his father's eyes. He doesn't mind, finding Batman much more of a worthy advisory and leader.

Ra's sees you as the perfect bride for his son. Along with carrier for the perfect successor.

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Catwoman: Selina Kyle

Selina adores poking fun at the Bat when knowing somewhere you could be listening. Often stealing Batmans communicator to converse with you.

He too plays the civilian card with you, wanting to charm you with his real self instead of the sleek cat burglar he dressed as.

He found you gorgeous, more precious than any jewelry he could've stole.

But you know his true intentions (?) and identity.

So often leading him astray with words of formality and obliviousnsss.

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"You know, I think it's weird.." The young Grayson started, watching you clean up Bruce's wounds carefully as he stares at you. Doing his best not to flinch or show any signs of pain. Failing terribly, but you didn't seem focused on it. More wrapped up with placing bandages over his ribs.

"What is odd to you, young master Richard?" Alfred questions the little Robin.

Dick looks away from the two, giving Alfred a stern look.

"Mom's been busy as of late..." The sidekick kicks his legs back and fourth on the small chair.

"In what way?" Alfred rose a eyebrow.

"I've noticed she's been getting flowers or little notes. I think, she thinks, there from Bruce." Dick sighs, "but I know there not. But also, I saw this guy follow me and her to the nice bakery she takes me too when I get a good grade on my tests."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, the desserts are good. But not as good as your's Alfred."

"Why thank you, Master Dick." Alfred smiled at the young lad. "But I must say, a strange fellow following the two of you around sounds concerning."

"Don't worry, I kept glaring at him and told mom about it. So we left in a hurry. I made sure they didn't track us!" Dick said pridefully.

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[Just a small idea I had at 3am, hope you like it!]

[helpfandom]

could I request some yandere catwoman hcs? There's a lack of content for my girl selina

Didn't say what type so whatever GIF I find first that I like, I'm going with. Since I am going to do Michelle Pfeiffer! Catwoman, I decided that BTAS! would be good.

To be quite honest, she's already been shown to be quite impulsive, like when she kissed Batman, so it's going to be quite quick for her to kidnap.

A typical darling in Gotham is mean, and that would drive off most villains unless there is at least one, (1), redeeming quality about them. Selina's best darling would be either a soft darling, or a mean darling who has a soft spot for animals, either way, they must like cats.

They would most likely meet with Reader chasing Isis [Her black cat] out of the road when a car was coming when she was Catwoman and escaping Batman, or to find Reader petting Isis when she escaped from her as Selina Kyle.

Regardless, she doesn't think much of you, except that you must have been a good person to pet a random cat in Gotham, or to even make sure that the animal is safe. She continues along her days rarely thinking of you until she sees you again, yelling at Batman for almost hitting an animal with his batmobile, regardless of the fact that he's Batman or not.

She finds this part of you amusing, the fact that you care not for who they are, just that they almost hit an animal is enough for you to determine that they must be a bad person.

She acknowledges that she thinks about you often now, wondering if you would take money from her or if you would throw it away. She doesn't think of the fact that you don't know who she is, but Maven can find out more about you so Selina can introduce herself.

She introduces herself and inserts herself into your life as Selina and as Catwoman, using her persona to stalk you throughout the night when you sneak out to pet the animals nearby.

Selina loves this cute side of you and wishes to protect it, hence why after a month of debating, she kidnaps you. I must protect this good child, take care of her as my own. She expected a surprise, maybe you yelling at her, but for Reader to simply not care? What a shock.

She finds this so interesting, and uses her money to spoil you, giving you a sheltered life. As long as you never go back to your old family, she can give you everything you ever wanted!

[marcyvampire]

SILLY LITTLE BAT

pairings ⸺ Yandere! Platonic! Batfamily x Anti-Hero! Fem!reader.

sinopsis ⸺ In the shadowed halls of Wayne Manor, a girl lost among the darkness seeks the connection she never had. Her mother, a kleptomaniac with a broken heart, vanished, leaving only echoes of empty promises. Surrounded by a family that never sees her, her pain turns into a deafening silence. The void left by her past traps her in a limbo of solitude and sorrow.

One dark night, seeking her own way, she became what she once despised. Now, like the albino bat rejected by its own flock, she flies alone in the twilight. Her pale skin glows in the dark, but her heart still yearns for the warmth of a home she never came to know.

warnings ⸺ Dark Themes, Dead, murdering,Disturbing Content, Unhealthy Obsession, Discrimination, Violence, Blood, LGBT Content, Child Abuse, Kidnapping, Implicit Sexual Content, Mental Illness, Addiction, Suicide, Torture, Corruption, Isolation, Trauma, Phobias, Paranoia, Manipulation

A/N — English is not my first language—Spanish is—so there might be some grammar or spelling mistakes here and there. This is the first part of a story I’m writing for a friend (Isabel, I love you, you brat), and also an experiment to see what it’s like to write on Tumblr. Please support me! :"((

Nobody is coming to save you

Get up.

Your mother was not a good woman, and that was an undeniable fact, heavy as the shadow that covers Gotham City at nightfall. She was a creature of the underworld, one among the specters that wandered under the yoke of crime, walking among dangerous names like Selina Kyle or Harleen Quinzel, yet always remaining in the background, never reaching their fame or infamy.

She was nothing more than a kleptomaniac and a mythomaniac, doomed to live by cunning and deceit. She took advantage of the men who crossed her path, from the lowest criminals, like The Penguin, to the most powerful man in the city: Bruce Wayne.

You never called him Dad. To you, he was always Bruce, and on the rare occasions you addressed him, you did so with distant formality, "Mr. Wayne." Richard, your adoptive brother, found in him a father figure, while to you, he was just another shadow in the mansion, that huge, cold house you arrived at after your mother’s death.

You remember how, time and again, you tried to warn your mother to stop stealing, to stop lying, that those dark paths would inevitably lead her to Arkham Asylum, surrounded by all the lunatics you feared so much, or even worse: to death. But she always responded with a playful smile, stroking your head with her delicate hands, adorned with stolen jewelry and crude tattoos. "Those are just fantasies of an eight-year-old girl," she would say sweetly, while her ring-laden fingers assured you that you needn’t worry, "I will always come back for you," she promised, "because you are the only thing more valuable than any diamond I’ve ever held."

But the cruel truth was that was the last time you saw her. That night she left, and she never returned. It was then that the last vestiges of innocence faded with her absence. From that moment on, you ceased to be a child.

And that was one of the few things you understood with absolute clarity. There were no more empty promises, no more caresses tinged with lies. All that remained was the silence of a life fading away, like a stolen jewel that never returns to its rightful owner.

The only thing you knew after calling the police when your mother didn’t show up after two days was that they found her corpse in a back alley far from Gotham, showing signs of having been beaten and bruised by some underground gang.

Commissioner Gordon searched the entire house for illicit substances and signs of debts to mobsters, but he only ended up finding documents, stolen jewelry, and letters from your mother that were never sent, and most importantly, DNA evidence implicating that the city’s millionaire was your biological father.

From then on, your life was stained with eternal gray, that muted shade that erased all traces of light or shadow. There was no more white or black, only a silent fog that, day by day, enveloped you and dragged you into a madness that seemed inevitable. Gotham itself seemed more alive than the place you called home, although "home" was never the right word.

You didn’t love any of the Wayne family members. Bruce, your biological father, never listened to you. To him, you were always just another shadow, a ghost in the vast mansion that he prioritized over his other children, his "true" heirs. There was always something more important, something more urgent, and your presence faded among the cold walls and the echo of his hurried footsteps. With each passing day, you became more invisible to him, as if your very existence were a mistake he preferred to ignore.

Richard, the perfect brother, was kind on some occasions. He spoke to you courteously, but when you needed him, when you asked him to attend one of your performances, there was always an excuse, something that kept him away, as if your passion and accomplishments were insignificant details in his heroic life.

Jason, on the other hand, despised you from the start. He saw you as an intruder, a child of gold—but not of that pure and valuable gold, but of a dirty and false one, which he always mocked with disdain. And although you never cared for him, when he died, silent tears rolled down your face. It wasn’t out of love, but out of respect for what he represented, for the brutal reality of his fall.

Tim, in contrast, was the most indifferent. To him, you were a nobody, so irrelevant that you weren’t even worth a glance. Spending time with his friends or being the Robin of the moment mattered more than you did. You lived on his periphery, in a limbo where neither your name nor your face seemed to exist.

Cassandra, Stephanie, Barbara… at least they treated you with politeness, but you knew they didn’t really remember who you were. They saw you, smiled at you out of obligation, but deep down you knew they had no idea of your name, your story, your struggle to be more than a shadow in that world.

The worst of all was Damian, your younger half-brother. When he arrived at the mansion, Alfred introduced him to you with that serene formality he always had, and you, driven by an almost desperate impulse, tried to reach out to him. You wanted to offer him the support and affection of an older sister, that warmth you would have longed for in his situation. But all you received in return was a cold response: a katana piercing your abdomen. I wish I could say it was just a metaphor, but no, that wound was as real as the blade that cut your skin.

You would have liked to think that the pain was symbolic, that Damian had only rejected your affection with harsh words or his usual arrogance. But no, it was much more than that. The only thing you received in exchange for your attempt at fraternal love was a stab, a scar you still carry not only on your body but also in your soul. Because in that brutal gesture, you understood that the blood that united you also separated you, sharper than any weapon. And that was how you tried to connect.

You strived to stand out, to learn, to shine in your own ambitions, wishing that your success would be enough to earn you a place, a bit of affection. But no matter how hard you tried, it was never enough. Your talent crashed against indifference, your achievements faded into the air, as if they had no weight in the lives of others.

The only light, the only beacon in that storm of gray, was Alfred. The only one who smiled at you with genuine tenderness, the only one you truly loved. To you, he was the real father, the one who was always there, expecting nothing in return, offering you a silent but firm love. You did call him father, and his presence was the only thing that kept your sanity, the only thing preventing the gray from consuming you completely.

But even that love, so genuine and deep, was not enough to fill the void that your own family left you. And in that void, you continue to float, trapped between the girl you were and the woman you are trying to be, searching for a place you can truly call home.

Y/n's small room, though modest, had always been her refuge. The walls were adorned with unfinished sketches, trophies from various activities, and some paintings she had completed with dedication, showcasing her passion for both manual and performing arts.

The dawn light filtered softly through the curtains, bathing the space in golden tones, giving it a warmth that contrasted with the coldness of the rest of Wayne Manor.

On the desk, a small cake rested on a plate, simple yet made with love. Beside it, Alfred, with his usual understated elegance, watched Y/n with a mixture of nostalgia and concern. He, the only one who seemed to remember her birthday, offered her a delicate professional drawing set, wrapped in smooth, elegant paper.

"Happy birthday, Miss," Alfred said with a gentle smile, although his eyes reflected a sadness that was hard to conceal. "I know how much you love art, so I thought this would be helpful for your new projects."

Y/n took the gift in her hands with a genuine smile. It had been so hard for her to find moments of joy lately, but Alfred's gesture filled her with a warmth in her chest that she hadn't experienced in a long time. She placed the gift into one of the many brown boxes she had prepared for her upcoming move.

"Thank you, Alfred. It's perfect," she said, examining the set carefully, as if each detail were a reminder of the affection he held for her. "It will help me a lot... although, well," she sighed, as if searching for the right words. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that." Alfred raised an eyebrow, attentive, as she continued, glancing at the small space that had been her home within the vast mansion.

"Today... today is not just my birthday. It's the day I leave here." Her voice was firm, yet there was a sense of liberation in it, as if this were a long-awaited step. "I am finally no longer a Wayne. I go back to being a L/n."

Silence filled the room for a moment, heavy and dense. Alfred clasped his hands, striving to maintain his composure.

"Miss, I can't help but feel a certain unease hearing this. Are you sure this is what you want? This house, though empty in many ways, has always been your home..."

"Home?" Y/n looked at him with a mix of sadness and determination. "This house has never been my home, Alfred. Not like it was for Dick, nor even for Bruce. I have always been a stranger here, the daughter of a woman who never fit into this world, the bastard child. My mother taught me to find my own path, to not cling to what doesn’t belong to me... and being here, being called Wayne, has never belonged to me." Alfred sighed softly, turning his gaze toward the window. He knew there was truth in her words, but that didn’t lessen the pain of her leaving. "I know it’s hard to understand," Y/n continued, "but for the first time in a long time, I feel happy, Alfred. I’ve graduated, college is just around the corner, and I want to start anew. I want to find what truly makes me, me... not what others expect of me."

The old butler remained silent for a few moments, nodding slowly. He knew he couldn't retain her, that it was not his place to interfere in the young woman's dreams. But still, he couldn’t help but feel a pang in his heart at the thought of the house being even emptier without her. "I just wish you find what you’re looking for, Miss. And if you ever need a place to return to... this door will always be open for you."

Y/n stepped closer to him, gently hugging him, something she had rarely done. "Thank you, Alfred," she whispered against his shoulder. "You will always be my family, but I need this. I need to discover who I am outside of this last name."

The old butler felt the lump in his throat as he tightened the embrace a little longer before letting her go. He knew that deep down, she was doing the right thing. But that didn’t make it hurt any less to see her leave.

"Alfred, can you call the movers? I’ll be leaving tonight," Y/n said as she closed the last box with trembling hands, her gaze lost in the empty corners of the room she once considered her refuge. The butler, ever serene, nodded with his unwavering calmness.

"Don't worry, Miss, I assure you they will be here on time." His voice was soft, almost an echo of the ancient walls of the mansion, as if he himself were part of that structure that had seen so many comings and goings, so many lives broken and healed in silence.

Alfred turned halfway to leave, but Y/n's voice stopped him, broken yet sweet, like a melody at sunset. "Alfred..."

The man turned slowly, his eyes filled with paternal warmth, though always contained behind a formal gesture. "Yes, Miss?" he replied, with that tranquility that had always brought Y/n peace in her worst moments.

She took a breath, feeling how the words she had kept for so long fought to come out, to break the shell she had built since childhood. "I’ve never told you, but... thank you. Thank you for being the father I never had, for being there when no one else was."

For a moment, the silence in the room was heavier than all the accumulated boxes, deeper than any word. Alfred, who had been a witness to so many confessions and secrets in that house, stood still, his eyes shining with an emotion he rarely showed. "Miss," he murmured, his voice slightly choked, "it was an honor and a privilege to take care of you. If I ever gave you anything close to what you deserved, then my life has had true purpose."

Y/n smiled sadly, nodding slowly. "You did, Alfred. You did. And for that, I will always carry you with me, even if I leave here."

The butler slightly bowed his head in respect, swallowing any emotion that might betray his composure. "Wherever you go, you will always have a home here, Miss."

"I know," she said, though in her heart, she knew she wouldn’t return.

And as Alfred left the room to make the call, Y/n let out a long sigh, as if with it, she were leaving behind a part of herself, a part she could no longer carry with her.

Life in Gotham is like constantly walking on the edge of a razor blade. The city never sleeps, always alert, always dangerous, and for someone with the Wayne surname, the risks multiply. It has been a year since you left the mansion, trying to erase any ties that bound you to that life, desperately wishing the name would fade into the echo of the dirty streets and crumbling buildings. But it's not that easy. The name Wayne remains an indelible mark that the media and the people of Gotham refuse to let fade. The forgotten child, the silent accident of billionaire Bruce Wayne. And although you try to live as if you don’t exist under that shadow, the weight of the legacy haunts you.

You left with little, barely enough money to rent a small apartment in one of the worst corners of the city. You share the space with a friend, a plant-loving girl who has filled every nook of the place with leaves and pots, as if trying to make green defy the constant darkness of Gotham. You get along well with her; her love for nature is almost an antithesis to the chaos of the city, and she has taught you that even in the hardest concrete, something can bloom. She always accompanied you on the coldest, loneliest nights, giving you a warmth that, although ethereal, was very welcome. But still, life is not easy. You barely survive, spending the little you have on cheap food and paying the rent. There are days when the cold seeps through the poorly sealed windows, and you wonder if it was really better to be in the mansion instead of this little trench. However, you prefer this rough freedom to the soulless luxury of Wayne Manor.

Freedom, however, comes at a price. It wasn't enough to distance yourself, to change your life, or even to always carry a knife for defense. Gotham does not forget. People recognize you in the shadows, whisper your name, and approach you, sometimes with curiosity and other times with disdain. You have been beaten more than once. Some just for being a Wayne, others because they think they can extort you, even though they have no idea you can barely get by. The scars on your body bear witness to those beatings, but you refuse to give up. You get up every morning, despite the pain, and continue on your way. You don’t need Batman. You don’t need Bruce. You learned long ago that he wouldn't come to save you.

That night, like so many others, you were heading to the subway for your night shift, with the hood of your coat covering your face, trying to go unnoticed. The sound of the tracks echoed in your ears, a constant reminder of the city's hustle. You had gotten used to walking fast, avoiding eye contact, as if each step was a small battle won against the city. But this time, something was different.

"So it was true, the little Wayne girl is roaming the city... how lovely." The raspy, mocking voice rang out beside you, cutting through the heavy air of the train station. The man speaking wore a suit that, at first glance, seemed elegant, but there was something about his extreme thinness, his skin clinging to his bones and his disheveled hair, that made him look more like a specter of Gotham than a distinguished figure. A ghost from the shadows that had stalked you since you set foot on the streets.

If it weren't for his gaunt appearance and unsettling aura, you might have mistaken him for one of your father's employees. "I'm not a Wayne anymore," you said disdainfully, your voice sharp like the edge of a dagger refusing to be touched. "If you want money, I don’t have any. And Mr. Wayne wouldn’t give a cent for me either."

Your gaze drifted to the station clock. 8 minutes until the train that would take you away from this corner of Gotham, far from the shadows and faces that always seemed to recognize you.

The man let out a dry, raspy laugh that sent chills down your spine. "I don’t want your money, pretty girl," he replied, moving closer, invading your space with the same familiarity that Gotham’s filth slipped into every corner. "You’re worth more than that." You felt his calloused, scarred hand rest on your hip, with a pressure that was neither violent nor friendly. The contact filled you with disgust.

7 minutes.

You clenched your fist, your jaw tight as you struggled to maintain your composure. "I don’t want sex either, idiot," you spat, your words loaded with contained fury. Your hand subtly slid toward your bag, where your knife lay, waiting to be used.

6 minutes.

The man didn’t flinch. In fact, he let out a low, mocking laugh. "And I don’t want that either, little girl," he murmured, his cold, deep blue eyes scrutinizing you as if they could read every dark corner of your soul. "I want something more from you."

5 minutes.

"What do you want then?" you asked, forcing yourself to keep your voice steady, even as the ice of fear began to creep down your spine. Your eyes scrutinized him, searching his gaze for any hint of his true intentions, but all you saw was darkness.

4 minutes.

He let out a long, chilling laugh, tightening his grip on your hip. "Do you know what I want, Y/n?"

3 minutes.

His voice dropped, as if his words were a cursed secret the wind refused to carry away. "I want you."

2 minutes.

The world seemed to stop. You knew there was no time to run. There was no time to pull out the knife or to scream. It was as if the clock itself had conspired against you, reducing those last minutes to mere seconds.

1 minute.

The blow was sharp, a flash of excruciating pain at the back of your head. The cold metal of the station, the hum of the city, everything faded abruptly. The last thought that crossed your mind, before the world vanished into darkness, was that this time, you didn’t expect Batman to save you. It wasn’t a mere thief or a street threat that was taking you.

Gotham, with all its cruelty, always had new ways to remind you that there is no escape.

That night, when the Gotham subway stopped at the station, there was no one to pick up.

The mansion felt emptier than ever, like a deserted and cold labyrinth, where each hallway seemed to stretch into an infinite tunnel, devouring the light.

The silence was overwhelming, an oppression that enveloped every corner, as if even the ancient walls had run out of words. It was so heavy that the few who remained in the mansion couldn’t help but move uncomfortably, trying to fill that void with something, anything.

Bruce Wayne walked through those same hallways with a strange feeling, as if something was missing, though he didn’t know what. An unease, a persistent discomfort that he couldn’t shake off.

He had been like this for months, with that absence haunting his mind, a gap he couldn't identify. And then, suddenly, like a gust of icy wind, the truth struck him.

You.

His daughter.

His little daughter.

How long had it been since he last saw you? When was the last time he heard your laughter, the one that always seemed too sarcastic, too filled with resentment? He stopped abruptly, frowning. Why couldn’t he remember you? He couldn’t bring to mind a clear image of your face, not even how you used to look at him... why? How could he have forgotten you like that?

Damn.

It was as if time had stopped. It had been a year, maybe more, since he had really thought about you. He felt a pang of guilt pierce his chest, a heavy, silent guilt that dragged him into the abyss of his own negligence. Not knowing what else to do, he began to check the rooms, one after another.

Each door he opened was another blow to his conscience. Where was your room? The more he searched, the more confused he felt. The mansion was enormous, but how could he have forgotten where you slept? How was it possible that he didn’t know where you lived in the house where both of you grew up? Had you been here all this time?

Each door he opened was identical to the last, as if all the rooms had fused into one.

None showed a trace of you.

None seemed to have a hint of your presence. Didn’t you decorate your room? He thought frantically, didn’t you even mark it as yours? Panic began to take hold of him. Anxiety wrapped around him like a fist tightening on his chest. Were you still living in the mansion? Or had you left without saying a word, like a shadow fading at dawn? But... no, you hadn’t mentioned anything. You hadn’t said you were leaving. Or had you? And if you had, why didn’t he remember? How could he have ignored you for so long that now he didn’t even know if you were still under the same roof?

“Ah!” he exclaimed in a whisper, unable to contain the dread he felt.

Frustration consumed him from within. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, breathing heavily, and the echo of his voice faded into the empty walls. He tried to remember something, anything about you, about the last time they spoke, about how you were... but everything was blurry, as if his mind was betraying him, hiding you behind an impenetrable fog.

How could he have forgotten so much?

He brought his hands to his head, trying to calm himself, but only felt more confusion, more desperation. The mansion, which had once been his home, now felt like a strange and foreign place.

Had you been the one who made it feel like home? The question echoed in his mind, but he had no answer. Just more questions. More uncertainties. Finally, he let his arms fall, exhausted. He had checked almost all the rooms and had found not a trace of you. Not a clue. Not a sign that you had been there. And at that moment, something dark and painful began to settle in his heart.

Had you ever really been there?

Then something caught his attention as he passed by the cleaning room. In a dusty corner, next to a forgotten bag, something was protruding. Something small, old, and faded. He bent down and pulled it from the dirty clothes. It was a stuffed animal, or what was left of one. The faded black of its suit left no doubt. It was a figure of Batman, but worn down by time, battered to the point of looking forgotten.

Bruce's eyes were fixed on the small piece of fabric hanging from the doll's neck. A tag.

Your name.

Your name, handwritten, in ink that was already fading.

Bruce felt a lump in his throat, a mix of guilt and rage. How could he have forgotten something so important?

He clutched the doll tightly, as if doing so would return a piece of you to him, but instead of comfort, he only felt more emptiness. Where were you? He ran to Alfred, who looked at him with a mix of concern and pity.

"Alfred..." Bruce said, his voice breaking. "Where is she? Where is my daughter?"

The butler, with his always serene face, seemed to age suddenly. A long silence settled between them, as if time was fading away. "Mr. Bruce, I didn’t mean to..." Alfred lowered his gaze. "I didn’t want to burden you with that truth, but... it’s time you know."

Bruce felt a chill run down his spine. Truth? What truth?

"She left almost a year ago. She didn’t say where. She just... she took all her belongings, though they weren’t many, and left. She said she didn’t want to be a burden. That you and the other family members had too many things to worry about."

Bruce took a step back, as if the words had physically struck him. Did she have enough age to leave? A burden? Never, not for a second, did he think that of you, of his little daughter who, even though she wasn’t wanted, he embraced under his wing just like Damian.

You were never a burden.

...or were you?

No, he refused to acknowledge it; he just... he hadn’t spent time with you because Gotham needed him!

But when you needed him, where was Batman?

Where was Bruce Wayne when his only biological daughter needed him?

"Alfred, do you know anything about Y/n?" the hero asked, worry clear on his face.

Alfred didn’t look at him; he only stared into nothingness. "...I haven’t heard anything about her for two months...

And honestly... I'm starting to think...

that she might be lost to us forever..."

A/N — This is definitely apart from being my first official Tumblr post, it is also my first DC post and especially the first from the Lord of the Night xD

Don't hesitate to ask me anything if you want.

Isabel, I dedicate this to you, my love. Eat more to be well, you fucking anorexic, don't suck.

take a bath!

inspiration: @acid-ixx with his Again & Again series, @gotham-daydreams' work, @i-cant-sing's work and @klemen-tine's work, be sure to check them out!

[monst]

Da rules

Well here's some new rules and a reintroduction: 

     I go by Monst and I guess I’m writing again: I do read faster than I write so enjoy all the reblogs lol

I like the color orange it's not relevant, just thought I'd put it out there

Uh the bnha master list is definitely not up to date and needs a revamp (I will probably get to that eventually, someday...soon...) Speaking of it Here's the DC one and Here's the BHNA one.

Anyways if you're interested below is basically the what's what. Stick around if you want.

 Okay cool!

       I’m a new person! (Not really still v much unhinged) But we do have some new rules so let’s get to it: 

All characters for nsfw stuff are aged up 18+ (If you’re one of those (Can't separate reality from fiction/fantasy) then the unfollow/block buttons haven’t moved from their location and you are free to use them at your discretion )  

     I’m cool with: 

Requests- Hcs, Scenarios, thirst posts, Ya sending ideas, thirst, recommendations, ask for advice or info dump (Might not get to all of them, and might not do some I’m not feeling) I write for F. Reader, GN. reader and M. Reader. Genre: all of them tbh

Ships! Character x character is cool - Block #Ship🤌 if it's not for you

Random shit- You telling me about your day, thoughts, opinions on whatever ig. I love to chat. 

I’m okay with dark content (Dubcon, noncon, yandere, somno, etc.) and everything should be tagged appropriately. You can always ask that I tag something if it is missing. 

Sfw- Fluff, angst basically anything that tickles my fancy. Most of my longer stuff is going to be sfw going forwards and while probably be on Ao3

Music! Tell me what your listening too! (Yes I'm one of those 'I listen to everything' I need new stuff to listen to)

Also! I miss the whole deviant art/Quizzilla shit so I might do a whole seven minutes in heaven thing lmao (This doesn’t belong here but scream at me about it cause I need it to happen for nostalgia’s sake) 

    I’m not cool with: 

Scat

Underage/PDF

Incest (This one's a toss up, it honestly depends cause I've written for it both step & blood related)

Use your discernment ig

Also, I'm kinda using this space as a kinda fun mostly horny diary lmao so it's just mostly gonna be vibes

So here’s the fandoms&Characters if you wanna request: 

Mha- 

Shocker, but I do have some old asks that are too good to just let’em go ya know?  

Shinsou (I started this blog cause of him so.. yeah) 

Villain/Yandere Deku sorry

Bakugou

Endeavour 

Dabi

Hawks

Tokoyami 

Shoto

Dc- 

Please, please, please send me shit about Tim Drake. (Need him biblically) Literally hopped back on for him. 

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle 

Poison Ivy 

Joker (Nothing good is coming out of anyone requesting this I just know it) 

Constantine 

Diana (Wonder woman my beloved) 

Amanda Waller 

Cheetah 

Slade Wilson… 

JJK-

Nanamin 

Gojo  

Inumaki 

Invincible- 

Mark Grayson 

…Nolan...

Debbie

Alan! 

Naruto-

Kakashi ‘blow my back out’ Hatake

Itachi 

Shisui (My love)

Madara

Tobirama’s messy ass

Ask for more but these are my faves 

D- gray man-

Yuu Kanda!

Tyki Mikk

Kingdom Hearts-

Riku

Vanitas 

Most of the organization tbh

FF7-

All of them. 

But especially Sephiroth 

Any type of monster lmao 

Kenji Sato lmao

You can ask for others not listed in different fandoms I just think this has gotten a bit too long  

And Yeah, Let’s have fun! ^^

New Tags: 

         This bitch is yapping - Any asks answered or just general shit

         Thirsty bitch juice - Small scenarios, thirst,

         Pretty things- Art 

         Oh la la that’s some good shit right there- Fic recs & reblogs

         On my monster fucking bs - Monster fucking lol 

         Lock that shit up in the basement pls- cursed asks and stuff 

Uh random bullshit go! - My newer writing

And if you made it this far down here's a cookie 🍪

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/KN4F1lM by HayleyLuna "It's like a circus full of psycho's"   Y/n gets transported into her favourite show "Gotham" What happens when Y/n's favorite series of Gotham characters fall under an obsession with her?   |Yandere Various Gotham x Fem!Reader| ( Platonic and romantic yandere x Fem Reader ) Words: 570, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Gotham (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M, Multi Characters: Jerome Valeska, Jim Gordon, You, Reader, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma, Sarah Essen, Jeremiah Valeska, Batman, Victor Zsasz, Selina Kyle, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Jerome Valeska/Original Female Character(s), Jeremiah Valeska/Reader Additional Tags: TV Show, Gotham City Police Department, Gotham City - Freeform, Yandere, Yandere Characters read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/KN4F1lM

[fluffyprettykitty]

hello and welcome to another celebration! ❣️❣️❣️

Thank you so much for everything, forever grateful for every single interaction and every one I've met here, smooches and love to everyone <3

This time around I will write blurbs and drabbles and focus solely on the women!!! 🍒

Running from october 17 to october 21!

masterlist here!

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰ ───

What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories.

🌷Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. Dark topics, platonic relationships & aus are welcome. No daughter! reader though.

🌷 Please only use a character from the ones already provided.

🌷I will either turn them to make blurbs or hds or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.

🌷As always feel encouraged to send as many asks as you desire. I will be receiving the asks and releasing them of my own volition.

🌷 You have to be strictly 18+ to participate.

🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷

characters: Selina Kyle, Natasha Romanoff, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, Valkyrie, Layla El Faouly, Monica Rambeau, Jane Foster, Jessica Jones, Gamora, Elektra Natchios, Wanda Maximoff || Bix Caleen, Galadriel, Sharon Carter, Nakia, Jennifer Walters, Dinah Madani, Karen Page, Bobbi Morse, Maya Lopez.

aus: apocalypse, ballet, bakery, bar, bodyguard, book store, brothel, celebrity, coffee shop, cult, detective, fake dating, gardening, ghost, mafia, maid, mechanic, mermaid, musician/rock star, neighbor, stripper, tattoo shop, yandere.

kinks: whips, corruption, latex, breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, mutual or guided masturbation, mirror sex, love bites, strip tease, uniform/suit, deep throating, knife play, gunplay, titty fucking, hunter/prey, squirting, praise, worship, dirty talk, sex toys, overstimulation, accidental stimulation, collaring, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, gagging, lingerie, object insertion, rimming, lap dance, period sex, lactation, balcony, thigh riding, breast worship, temperature play, edging, sex tape, hate sex, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes, degradation, humiliation.

date ideas: day trip, road trip, rock climbing, library, museum, botanical gardens, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks, concert, walking, sightseeing, volunteering, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, mattress shopping, shopping spree, cinema, coffee, ice skating, cooking classes, abandoned places, photoshoot.

domestic situations: building furniture, trying new recipes, competitive games, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing, laundry, goodbye at the door, repairing, changing bedsheets, exercising, deep cleaning, takeout, bath, falling asleep, dancing, holidays, brushing teeth, waking them up, eating, listening to music, complaining about family, movie nights, nagging, doing dishes.

Just combine as many as you want however you seem fit! And of course when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆

☆ In the near hopefully future, I will keep the same exact format and have all the characters available ☆

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

No pressure tagging: @alohastyles-x, @silver-pieces, @stargirlfics, @maladaptivexxdaydreaming,@musingsinmoonlight, @chelleztjs18, @asgardwinter, @inklore, @bvckysmoon, @that-sarcastic-writer, @wint3r-h3art, @galatially, @writing-for-marvel, @stranger-nightmare, @psychedelic-ink,

[tainoidiot]

Officially now doing Character X Reader requests! Just an fyi, my writing will mainly center around POC/Disabled/Chronically ill!Reader. But I'm willing to do more!

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RULES

I don't do +18 work.

Please be respectful of the time it takes to get stuff put out. I am only one person!

If I get something wrong, please don't hesitate to tell me. If I need to get called out then I get called out.

I will not do any requests that are borderline/generally abusive. (This includes domestic, sexual, mental abuse, and pedophilia. Yanderes are on thin ice)

IF you want a character not listed, work with me man! Don't be afraid to ask for things.

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MEDIA AND CHARACTERS

BATMAN (Only rogues and general "Bad guys")

Jervis Tetch/ The Mad Hatter (BTAS, Arkhamverse, TNBAS, Gotham)

Edward Nygma/ The Riddler (BTAS, Arkhamverse)

Johnathan Crane/ The Scarecrow (BTAS, Arkhamverse)

Selina Kyle/ Catwoman (BTAS, The Batman, Arkhamverse, Hunted.)

Pamela Isley/ Poison Ivy (BTAS, Arkhamverse, Harley Quinn)

MARVEL (movies only)

Namor/K'uk'ulkan

Shuri

Peggy Carter

King M'Baku

Wanda Maximoff

[sneakytimeyanderecontent]

What I’ve Rightfully Stolen (Yandere Catwoman x Thief!Reader)

-You and Catwoman originally began as intense enemies. You would always get in her way, and she would always keep you from doing what you were trying to do.

-This continued until you were actually caught, and wound up getting sent to Arkham Asylum. Once that happened, aside from the occasional difficulty caused by Batman, everything was too easy.

-She began to catch feelings, hard.

-At first it wasn’t anything like love, but over the couple of months- well, she didn’t know what she was feeling anymore.

-Eventually though, you were released on parole from Arkham, and you can bet she was intently keeping track of what you were doing. Everything from where you planned to hit next to what time you went to sleep- it was all in her hands, and she had plans for getting around and thwarting your plans.

-If you chose to try and turn a new leaf, well, she found it somewhat adorable and admirable, but her developing yandere side would be put on hold as she desperately tried to tempt you back into thieving.

-If you did jump right back into thievery, you could expect many more encounters with her, as each time she began to toy with you more, saying that she’d come for her ‘kitten’ soon during the last few times.

-No matter what path you took, over the months, her confused emotions began to come into a full blown loving obsession, as she remembered how boring the months without you were- and she couldn’t have that again.

-Eventually, she would get you cornered if you ever went near a police station or Arkham again, stopping you from getting close, before slamming you in the head, causing your consciousness to slowly fade.

-You would wake up in what appeared to be an elaborately tied set of ropes and bindings around your body, before you felt someone... lick you.

-You promptly began to try and break loose of your bindings, to no avail, and Catwoman revealed herself, smiling as she opened her mouth.

-”I won’t have society taking back what I’ve rightfully stolen~” 

[azriel-the-shadowsinger]

Why is this so true?

meme by: @Inknopewetrust

[your-nanas-house]

Hi idk if u do like series but can u do a part 2 of the bruce wayne gf x yandere Damian

Sure! I was planning to. 😊

My father's girlfriend part 2

Pairing: Yandere!Older!Damian Wayne X Bruce's girlfriend!Reader; Bruce Wayne X Reader

Warnings: broke up, cheating, stalking, photos, sadness, angst

Words: 358

Summary: Damian wants Y/n and he knows how to have what he wants.

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. This is the part 2 of this. (All the characters are of age).

.................................................................................

Damian Wayne did not have a plan to win Y/n, he could only count on his young man charm and his attitude that might or might not attract her; however, he knew what it needed to have what he wanted so badly and that was for Bruce and Y/n to break up so that they would both be single again.

Damian's various attempts had not worked despite the fact that he had started following his father and also Y/n to catch a possible reason that came one evening while Batman i.e. Bruce was on patrol around the city, the young woman had stayed home waiting for him since she had moved there and Damian although he wanted to stay in her company went out, fortunately or unfortunately for Bruce since he found that very day the proof he needed.

He had turned a corner and climbed to a rooftop to find Batman together with Catwoman, one of his exes, they were talking and then all of a sudden their mouths were connected, their clothes across the room with them hidden under the bed sheets as they took care of each other, this would have broken his beloved's heart but Damian had to take the opportunity so he took pictures and a few days later made sure Y/n had them by an anonymous mail.

That morning the young Wayne had stood outside watching the scene, watching as Y/n's smile disappeared as soon as she opened the envelope and saw the photos, he watched as her face turned into an angry expression as tears streamed down her cheeks without ever stopping to yell at Bruce who was trying to talk to her, reassure her while feeling completely guilty for having gone along with that farewell from Selina that would have allowed him to leave the past behind and focus only on the relationship he had at that moment, but he could no longer because that relationship was gone.

Y/n left the manor quickly returning to her previous apartment not expecting an overnight visit from a Wayne..just not from the one she expected.

Taglist:

@gabile18

@trainer--taylor

@elizamalfoyy

@eovjjj

@animefan3223

@jeremiah-va1eska

@gothamchic16

@dieg0brandos-wife

@rottenecstasy

@lazyexcuse

@teh-vampire-bunny

@homowife

[helpfandom]

Yandere Michelle Pfeiffer! Catwoman x Platonic reader HCs.

I ain't got anything to say. Hcs under cut.

To the Anon who likes Selina Kyle. <3

Who knows why she got obsessed with you, most likely that she saw you taking care of the local stray cats and thought: "Nice kid." Perhaps she met you through Max Shreck, either way, she likes you.

A typical Gotham Darling is one who has no care, not aloof, but most certainly a little sassy. She would find this to be a nice break from people who she has to be nice to and the like, so she develops a bond with you as Selina.

She would use any money she has to give you little gifts, typically something with a cat, but occasionally, she might just give you something unrelated to a cat.

To you, this is likely just a nice person in Gotham who likes to keep animals safe, and happens to be an adult that is your friend.

But after what Max Shreck did to her, well...

She stops caring. You're her kid. Trying to trust people ruins lives, but she can't let that happen to you!

Once she snaps though, she definitely has no hesitation with kidnapping you.

She quickly trips over herself to get to her apartment, seeing a present she meant to give you sitting there. She stumbles over to the table. I wanted to give this to them. I want to protect them. But I can't, Max Shreck might hurt you! But I can't let that happen. I know...

So she quickly dons the Catwoman apparel, creating this new persona who can watch over you and protect you better than Selina ever can, and yet, you need a motherly compatriot to guide your way in life, so maybe she needs both...?

She follows you to your house, acting like this is a new happening, and decided just as quick as she became Catwoman that clearly you need her help, and as your mom, she has to help you!

And as such, you have now become the child of one (1) Catwoman and Selina Kyle!

Such a shame Max Shreck hit her where she hurts, 'cause she'll have to take out all threats to her child. Even if it means killing those closest to her or you.

[bizbat]

🦇BATFAM MASTERLIST🦇

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

AO3

🕸️Spiderverse Masterlist🕸️

🐼JJK Masterlist🐼

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

MULTI -

WEIRD!BATFAM HCS -

★ Part One,

★ Part Two

★ WHERE THEY LIKE TO KISS/BE KISSED

★ Thinkin abt - Part One SMUT!

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

☆ Batmom -

Black!Batmom HCS -

★ Part One,

★ Part Two,

★ Part Three

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

☆ Bruce Wayne -

★ Keeps Me Warm ~

~ In which your lover forgets to close the window.

Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle x Black!Fem!Reader

★ Keeps Me Warm ~ (Pre-rewrite)

~ In which your lover forgets to close the window.

Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle x Black!Fem!Reader

★ And I Wake Up Alone ~

~ It's hard loving Bruce.

Bruce Wayne x Black!Fem!Reader

★ All Wrapped Up ~ SMUT!

~ It's the holiday season, and what could be a better gift than you, all wrapped up in a pretty, red ribbon?

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

☆ Selina Kyle -

★ Keeps Me Warm ~

~ In which your lover forgets to close the window.

Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle x Black!Fem!Reader

★ Keeps Me Warm ~ (Pre-rewrite)

~ In which your lover forgets to close the window.

Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle x Black!Fem!Reader

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

☆ Dick Grayson -

COMING SOON -

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

☆ Jason Todd -

When They're In Love Headcanons -

★ Part One

★ Part Two

★ Part Three

★ Part Four

~ Yandere!Jason x Reader

★ Always You ~

~ Above all else, he'll always come to you.

Jason Todd x Reader

★ It's the Suit ~ SMUT!

~ There's just something about that suit . . .

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

★ Kill for Her ~

Part One

~ She'd never leave him. He couldn't let her. Not when he'd die for her, not when he'd kill for her.

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

★ Not a Problem . . . SMUT!

~ It really, really isn't.

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

☆ Cassandra Cain -

COMING SOON -

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

☆ Tim Drake -

COMING SOON -

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

☆ Stephanie Brown -

COMING SOON -

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

☆ Duke Thomas -

COMING SOON -

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

☆ Damian Wayne -

COMING SOON -

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Yandere Various Batman Characters x Platonic! Reader. [Cross Posts on Tumblr]

by Helpfandom Cross posted on Tumblr for works from Helpfandom, I cross posted these to help others who want Yandere content. Words: 2960, Chapters: 3/100, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Cross Post From Tumblr Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Movies - Nolan), Batman: The Animated Series, Batman (Movies 1989-1997), The Batman (Cartoon 2004) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: Other Characters: Jonathan Crane, Scarecrow, Batman, Bruce Wayne, Riddler (Batman 1966), Edward Nygma, Selina Kyle, Catwoman, Catwoman Michelle Pfeiffer, Michelle Pfeiffer, Riddler, Harley, Harley Quinn, Joker (DCU), Mad Hatter, Penguin (DCU), Two-Face, Mr Crowe (Sanditon), Mr Freeze - Character, Dr. Freeze, Clayface, Poison Ivy, Killer Croc, Max Zeus, Scarface (DCU), Ventriloquist, Clock King, Ra's al Ghul Additional Tags: Yandere, I'm going to be honest this is my first AO3 fic via https://ift.tt/TxqREd3

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere! DC Comics Masterlist

Multiple Characters

- Yandere! Platonic! Superman vs Yandere! Platonic! Batman (INJUSTICE) (Platonic - Rivalry) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Bruce Wayne/Batman

- Yandere! Injustice 2! Bruce Wayne/Batman with Runaway Hero! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Bruce Wayne/Batman Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Batman/Bruce Wayne Concept (INJUSTICE) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Injustice! Batman Prompts 4, 49, 62 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Nightwing/Dick Grayson

- Yandere! Nightwing with Villain! Darling (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Starfire

- Yandere! Starfire Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Jason Todd/Red Hood

- Yandere! Jason Todd/Red Hood Prompts 15 + 16 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Arkham! Jason Todd/Arkham Knight Prompts 31 + 50 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Damian Wayne/Robin

- Yandere! Injustice! Damian Wayne Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Injustice! Damian Wayne Prompts 1, 22, 54 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Selina Kyle/Catwoman

- Yandere! Arkham! Catwoman (Selina Kyle) Concept (Platonic -> Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Joker

- Mentor - Unfinished Yandere! Joker x Fem! Reader Book (Romantic) [FEMALE]

- Yandere! Joker with Hero! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

The Batman Who Laughs

- Yandere! The Batman Who Laughs/Bruce Wayne (Earth-22) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Riddler

- Yandere! Edward Nashton (Riddler) Concept (Arkham Knight) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Arkham Knight! Riddler V-Day Prompts 26 and 30 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere Alphabet - Arkham Knight! Riddler (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Arkhamverse! Self-Aware! Riddler (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Killer Croc

- Yandere! Waylon Jones/Killer Croc with Arkham Asylum Intern! Darling (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow

- Yandere! Injustice! Scarecrow with Former Apprentice! Darling (Platonic/Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- General Yandere! Scarecrow Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Harley Quinn

- Yandere! Arkham! Harley Quinn Concept (Primarily Arkham Knight) (Platonic -> Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Injustice! Harley Quinn with Darling who works with Batman (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Eobard Thawn (Reverse Flash)

- Yandere! Eobard Thawn (Reverse Flash) Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Two-Face/Harvey Dent

- Yandere! Arkhamverse! Two-Face Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]