#yandere tim drake x you

[niphredil-14]

Yandere Tim Drake Headcanons

Tim would be the type of yandere to stalk his darling long before he made a move. He would learn everything and anything there was to know about them. He would begin to control them from afar. Changing their schedule, their route to work, how much attention they received and how often, who they talked to. He would make everything about them as convenient to him as possible. He would slowly begin to cut them off from the world, so that finally, when they were aching with loneliness, he would make his entrance. 

He was their saving grace, pulling them out of a dark place and into his awaiting arms. Every move he makes, every word he speaks, every gesture and expression is planned. While he is with them, he makes them feel like the most important person in the world, and in his absence, he would let their insecurities and loneliness eat away at them, forcing them to build an emotional dependency on him. 

His next step would be to force them to be physically and financially dependent on him as well. Completely out of the blue, their boss fired them, without explanation, just before rent was due. Of course, Tim would let them stay with him, he loves them after all! And he will always be there for them! And when they couldn’t get hired anywhere else, it was no problem! Tim has more money than he could use in ten lifetimes! They’re more than welcome to have his! 

At that point in the relationship, they were still allowed to leave the house at their will, because Tim would never dream of taking away their autonomy! But oh, what a shame it was that one night while they were walking back from grocery shopping, they were attacked by some goon! Thankfully, though, Red Robin was there to save them and escort them home. And what a surprise it was for Red Robin to unmask himself once inside the penthouse with them, only to reveal their loving boyfriend! He was so worried when he saw them get attacked, and he just couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to them! Maybe it would be for the best if for the next few days they only leave their home when he was with them to make sure that nothing went wrong. And oh? As soon as they started going out without him again, some other asshole had the audacity to try to hurt them again? Oh well, maybe they ought to just stay home if he wasn’t around. 

The final step of getting them to never leave would be to have a very close call while out on a nightly stroll. If he got so badly hurt that they would be so filled with anxiety every time they left the house, even when they were with him, then they would never have to leave. It’s more dangerous for him to be protecting them, because then he can’t really focus on the fight since he would be too worried about their safety! 

Once they stopped leaving the house all together, he would make it so that everyone they had connection with online would disappear. Anyone who had ever been even remotely close to them would be gone. Left completely alone, unable to leave the house, they would only have him. And he would stay with them all the time, except for patrol and his Wayne Enterprises duties, but the time those took up would significantly decline. 

He would make them feel like they were in complete control, and would bend to almost every one of their whims. He would buy them whatever they wanted, he would spoils them rotten with diamonds, gems, clothes, money, and love. They were his darling, after all. 

[hana-no-seiiki]

THE BETTER DAMIAN

“Beloved…”

Damian stared at you and then your new pet.

“Hm?”

You looked at him innocently. Eyes wide in anticipation of his following words.

“I enjoy your competitive spirit. I truly do.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

How did you even get this thing? He had been keeping track of all your heists recently but never heard of you going to the zoo or anything.

Sometimes he wishes he agreed on Tim’s offer of 24/7 surveillance. Damn it. If only that didn’t mean his older brother got to see you in your bed/bathroom too.

“Get to the point, Wayne.”

“Maybe a panther is a bit too much?”

“You’re just jealous cause I’m spending more time with the better Damian.”

“That’s besides the point.”

“So you are jelly!”

“Yes. Yes I am.”

[cherry3sblog]

Yandere! Damian Wayne hc

Yandere! Damian who started by just watching you from across the class room as you laugh with your friends

Yandere! Damien who will follow you home after school to make sure you get home safe(and make sure you don’t talk to anyone else)

Yandere! Damien who in a effort to become friends with you studies one of your hobbies so he could talk to you about it(which he discovered from hacking into your phone and seeing anything you look at)

Yandere! Damien who knew you had to be his when he saw you feeding a stray cat on your way home

Yandere! Damien who will manipulate any of his family who say what’s he’s doing is wrong, using the excuses of ‘but I love them’ and ‘if you cared you’d let me keep watching them’

Yandere! Damien who will join any after school clubs you’re in even if he hates them(you like theater? Perfect, he will get the role of whoever your love interest is)

Yandere! Damien who asks to hangout when ever you guys can so you eventually feel safe at his house

Yandere! Damien who finally introduces you to his brothers after refusing to for months

Yandere! Damien who’s brothers slowly become just as obsessed with you as he is

Pt.2

[radicallxser]

pt 2 to this post, can be read as a standalone but makes more sense if you've read the first part. reader isn't wearing a suit but remains pretty androgynous (i think). also yes i included steph's baby fight me idc

not beta read pls don't make fun of me

Why had you agreed to this?

A coworker had invited you to a gala, something about representing the company. You weren't sure why you of all people were asked, or why the coworker, what's his name, was so insistint you attend with him. Especially after he ditched you the moment you both arrived.

You stand awkwardly, swirling the drink you had accepted earlier. A few straggling groups chatted nearby, gossiping about things you didn't care enough to pay attention to. You had better things to think about, like how were you getting home and when you could leave.

Even more important; how was the baby? Was she alright? The sitter you hired wasn't your usual one, but she had vanished without a trace and it was such short notice-

Something, someone, collided with yourself.

"I'm so sorry-" That's what you get for standing near the stairs!

You look up quickly, meeting the gaze of one of the boys you had met the other day. His lips twitch downwards, his eyes focused on the spot where your drink had collided with your clothing. Before you can react, he sets his suit jacket over your shoulders.

"I'm so sorry", he states quickly, opening his mouth to add something else before being cut off by you.

"It's alright, Jason."

His looks shocked for a moment, before his lips turn up into a grin.

"You remembered my name!" He speaks in a town that seems uncharacteristic for him. Pure delight coats his face and he opens his mouth again just to be cut off.

"Jay-Jay! Look what you did!" Another familiar face approaches, a grin adorning the young man's features. He slaps Jason on the back, then turns to you.

"Sorry about my brother." Your brows furrow at this.

"Brothers..?"

"Not by choice", Jason adds quickly, "Atleast, not our choice."

The urge to ask is immediately wiped away as another familiar face approaches, tailed by someone you hadn't met and who's attention was trained on their phone.

The shorter of the two, the one who you had encountered before, spoke up in a clear tone that didn't quite suit his age.

"Father says to quit harassing the guests, Richard, and he'd like to speak with you, Jason."

Jason rolled his eyes. The boy on his phone timidly glanced up, flashing a quick smile.

"Hello", he spoke, then looked back toward his phone.

The shortest of them stared at you, his expression indifferent.

"My name is Damian Wayne. I'd like to thank you for the other day." You smile softly at him, then the realization dons on you.

'Damian Wayne, as in Bruce Wayne's son...?' Your thoughts are yet again interrupted by a voice.

"Boys!"

His voice is clearer in real life, but unmistakably him. You turn, watching one Bruce Wayne approach your small group. His smile seems to light up the room.

He's more handsome in real life, slight crow's feets crinkling near his eyes when he laughs and a shock of gray through his hair.

His arm is looped with a young blonde woman, a baby only a bit older than your own settled in the crook of her other arm. They both smile, stopping in front of you and the boys. Jason's hand suddenly disappears from your shoulder and everyone seems to take a step back.

You smile politely, extending your hand to him.

He takes it, unlooping his arm with the gorgeous woman and bending to press a kiss to it. He feels a pang of anger when he feels the callouses and scars on your hands. Standing straight once again, he grins.

"It's a pleasure, Mx...", your eyes widen when he speaks your last name. How did...?

His eyes trail over your form, then scan the faces of the boys surrounding you. He shakes his head.

"I apologize for their lack of manners. Please, boys, introduce yourselves."

The blonde woman steps forward, smiling at you.

"I'm Stephanie", she adjusts the infant in her arms, taking your hand and giving it a tender squeeze.

You notice Jason taking up a spot directly behind you, standing over you, or atleast attempting to.

"We've been introduced", he speaks gruffly, more to his father than to you. This atmosphere suddenly becomes thick with tension, it makes you shift in unease.

Dick puts himself between Stephanie and Bruce, smiling sheepishly.

"It's Richard Grayson, everyone calls me Dick."

The boy that was previously on his phone snickers, Bruce shoots him a pointed look.

"It's Tim", the boy mutters, immediately piping back down.

Damian takes up the other other side of Bruce and you note thier similar features.

"Well, it's been wonderful meeting you all, but I should be leaving", You smile awkwardly, pulling Jason's jacket tighter around your shoulders.

"Let me treat you to dinner", Bruce speaks almost desperately, then clears his throat, "to make up for my sons' rudeness."

Suddenly you're sat in a limo, stuck between Jason and Bruce.

[batfamluvr]

Hi, I don't know If you take requests, but could you please right about the reaction and thoughts of the bat boys toward finding out their partner was pregnant? Please and thank you

A/N: I do take requests, love. And I've got you ❣️

Bat-boys find out you're pregnant🍼

Dick Grayson's first thought is worry. He doubts how he'll make it work; crimefighting, his job, then his relationship with you. And he'll wonder how Nightwing will interfere with his life, and how Bruce will react (he'll spoil the child endlessly).

Reassurance from Donna, Alfred, or Bruce will part his fog of worry and distance. He'll hit the ground running to rectify his isolation. I mean breaking the news to friends and family, arranging play dates with Roy and Lian.

"I'll be safer on patrol," he whispered," I promise, hun." You had broke down after so long of trying to remain calm. But seeing your lover return home with bruise after bruise would weigh anyone down. Especially one pregnant.

Dick's hand would always be on your belly, reminding himself that you both are safe and he's doing a great job. It's what he needs to hear, that he's making the city safer for you both.

He is 100% a handyman. Dick will build cribs, changing tables, repair toilets, fix creaky cabinets. And he'll baby proof the house." Don't worry, babe," he assured you." Just relax. It's just a clogged drain."

Jason Todd's first thought is if he'd be a good father, after everything he's been through and done. He even wonders if he deserves to be a father, or if he deserves a nameless grave. However, leaving is never and will never be an option for him. I truly think he'd be the most active out of the bat-boys.

Jason's love language has always been acts of service, and it would thrive during your pregnancy. Your house would be booby-trapped and SECURED. He'd teach you the basics of a gun, and he'd ensure your pregnancy cravings are stocked. Jason would also wash your back when your belly grew too large.

Jason would let you shop for baby and maternity clothes with his card. His only request is that you don't get the baby anything too vibrant because it's an eyesore. If anything, he'd prefer neutral tones or black on the baby.

The weather becomes his interest after the baby's birth." Do you think they need a jacket?" Is his favorite line." Don't you think it's a little hot for them to be wearing long sleeves," he'll wonder. Or the baby is swaddled and he'll question," do you think he's overheating? I'd be hot if that were me all wrapped up like that."

A child is the only thing to make him stand steadfast on his refusal to kill. Not Bruce, not Dick, not even you. Your child brought forth a new mindset, one of not wanting to see a killer reflecting in the innocent and chocolate eyes of his child (Jason's eyes are brown. Argue with a wall).

Tim Drake isn't as present as one would believe. His activity is inconsistent, and it's harder to reach him because he's usually working. But he wants you to sit with him, to bring the baby and let him play around in his office.

It warms his heart to return from a meeting and his baby is sprawled out on his pastel blue teddy bear blanket and cooing. You're dangling a rattle over him, and Tim would strut over and kiss you on the cheek." How's it going, love?" He'd ask and rub the baby's cheek." They being good?" His eyebrow would raise playfully.

The baby would be raised around Bruce and Alfred more than his actual parents. I also see Stephanie caring for the baby and even babysitting if you work or just need rest. Cass would swoon over it, so prepare for tons of peeled oranges and Cass making your bottles.

Alfred would surely read your baby literature. He'd be sitting in the library, baby on his lap while y'all rest, reading from a dusty and old book that's sure to ignite your allergies.

Damian would try his hardest to be a fun dad because he never got that. It's been well documented that he wouldn't dare put a child through his life. So I think the farthest he would go is teaching you enough to defeat the average Shadow/Assassin. But he would not want you killing.

I think he'd lean into Bruce's "No-Kill" mantra after having a child. If you even want to enter vigilantism; he'd understand if you choose not to. It's a thankless job; it's isolating and bruising.

But I think if the kid did continue training, that's when they'd truly bond. Damian and he/she would laugh and joke between rounds; he'd show them the best way to throw a punch, and he'd teach mercy. That's also when they'd meet the other side of their family---the Al Ghuls. But Damian would have strict stipulations on what they learn. No instant kill moves, no brainwashing, none of the narcissistic sentiments Talia filled his head with.

I also think you, Damian, and your kid would lead fairly healthy lives. Not overboard, but the occasional protein shake or morning run; maybe even a little weight lifting. Or if cardio is your speed, he'd install a home-treadmill or a pool.

Bruce Wayne's first thought would be his age. How he's climbing in age and his job usually doesn't lead to gold and sunsets. He'd be happy because he sees it as a second chance. His first two sons saw the angry and vengeful side of him, so that's how they grew up; Tim sought him, and Damian came stained with blood.

But with you and the baby, he could actually be a father. He could raise the baby from infancy and make bottles and hush cries, like he wanted to with Dick and Jason. He could show the baby his favorite movies and just talk to them, even though the baby would respond with drool and coos.

He wouldn't have to be alone anymore. Bruce would set his child on a straight path; the world has enough Bats and birds. They could just...be. They'd would carry on the Wayne name.

Bruce would spoil you and his baby rotten. He'd watch over the baby like a hawk; each cry, each coo, each babble would send Bruce into a fit of worry. He'd leap up from his seat and check the cradle, only to find a giggling baby with his feet in the air. Then he'd chuckle, which would make the baby giggle even more. " You got me, little one. You got me," he'd utter and return to the Bat-computer.

[sophiethewitch1]

I wonder how the batboys would be with a reader with a MAJOR interest in foreign languages. I'm not just talking about knowing several languages, I'm talking about a reader who's also capable of using the basics of so many languages that people don't really tend to learn or even know exist (can you imagine casually speaking Burmese or Catalan in front of the boys??), and they know how to read numerous writing systems. Imagine if the Reader's room is just full of language textbooks and their phone is full of language apps

They'd be incredibly impressed, of course. They all know their fair share of languages, considering their job/hobby/personal exercise routine, but the level of effort and care you put in is astounding.

Tim, despite himself, immediately gets competitive about it. He needs to be on the same level as you, and understand you in all ways. And if you love something as much as you love languages, he needs to love it the same way too. So, get ready for quizzes and competitions galore. He probably adds you on Duolingo, even if you didn't give him your contact details, the little stalker. He wants to win (you).

Dick's absolutely over the moon if you decide to research his family's preferred dialect of Romani. He'll happily teach you and you'll have many quiet, whispered conversations together. The language is quite romantic (it is actually a romance language), just like he is, and he probably starts flirting with you all the time in Romani. Just, constantly hitting on you, but in a way only you can understand, so he doesn't get too embarrassed. Flirt back using his mother tongue, and you'll have a swooning Dick Grayson on your hands.

Damian sees this as a grand opportunity to invite you closer into his space. His family has connections in all of the Middle East and further, and he's got access to thousands of ancient documents in hundreds of languages. Is very smug every time you ask him for his help or a book you think he might have. Which, of course, he does. Even if he doesn't he'll have it soon, so don't go asking the others, alright?

Jason 'number one Shakespeare fan' Todd suggests you start learning some old English with him. And like actual old English, not early modern English like Shakespeare actually used. Enjoys reading classic Russian novels like Dostoevsky in the original text to you. Will also quiz you, but in a chill, uncompetitive way.

[dahliakbs]

(Wanted to get this out of my head, don't take this to seriously plz)

Masterlist

Platonic Yandere! Batfam x Rescued! Reader : Isolation

How many times had they told you, how many times had you heard the same phrase over and over again. Everytime you asked it was always the same reply and at this point it was starting to get to you.

Your life had been changed by these very same people but only one thing stayed the same.

The isolation

A couple months ago you'd cry and beg for a life like this but now that you were experiencing it, it was frankly speaking a bit tiresome.

Back then you'd been trapped in a lab, being experimented on till you collapsed from the pain and exhaustion but now it was different.

Ever since they'd saved you from that madness you never had to go through anything like that ever again. This time it was different...

You were allowed to eat when you wanted to, bathe when you wanted, you were allowed movies and any other kind of entertainment from your newfound family.

But there was always one thing they'd never allow you to do.

Go outside, Go into society.

They'd always came up with excuses and reasons as to why you weren't supposed to go anywhere near the outside world but you still never truly understood why you weren't allowed out there.

Everytime you bright up the idea they'd either blatantly ignore it or conversation there. Like the other day when you'd overheard the others talking about some sort of school that your new younger brother attended everyday.

But when you finally asked them about it they'd all went dead silent and instead you were rushed out of the room quicky and sent to your bedroom. Where you spent the rest of the evening with your lovely brother Dick.

He'd gotten you to forget all about what you'd said earlier and instead got you wondering about what movie you were going to watch later.

It was honestly so scary how they'd manage to get you to change your mind and forget about something in a matter of seconds. But that was until he left the room.

The thought came back to you while you were picking out the movie and it made you pause and think about the the many thoughts they'd somehow made you forgotten.

The marks on your body were still extremely visible and even looking at yourself in the mirror was a hard task to accomplish but this time you let the memories flow back in.

The suck experiments, the pills they'd made you take almost every single day, the way they stripped you of your humanity and turned you into a mindless test subject for whatever experiment they wished to carry out.

Then your thoughts drifted back to the night you'd been captured, the night you'd been freed and showed a new life. The night your saviors promised you a new life where you never needed to wort about any harm coming to you graciously clinged onto them and the little hope they gave you.

But something felt wrong.

You never felt truly free.

Instead you felt as if you were still caged and under their control.

Even if your life had been changed for the better they were still withholding s lot of things from you. So you made up your mind.

You'd start uncovering any and every secret they kept from you, whether it was for you own good or they just chose not to tell you.

And you started with the lonely grandfather clock stood in the middle of the hallway.

Anytime you questioned it they'd always change the subject and immediately try to steer you away from it. The one time you'd been close to figuring out what they kept in there you'd been stopped by you little brother Damian.

He'd always kept an irritated expression in his face when speaking to you but his actions always showed you that he was only putting it on for show.

So when he caught you trying to decipher the clock he'd quickly grabbed your arm with unbelievable strength and quickly pulled you away from the wall.

"Why do you want to know what goes on down there so badly" he immediately asked but then gave you no chance to answer the question.

"If you want to know so badly it's just the batcave, nothing special since you already know we're vigilantes"

Of course you'd already known they're secret since they were the ones who saved you but if they knew that then why were you still not allowed down there.

And that was the question you were going to answer tonight. So you waited till you knew atleast everyone was either out or in bed and snuck down the hallways until you came across the lonely grandfather clock.

Finally seeing the clock up close nearly made you second guess yourself. Why would you second guess your saviors when they were the ones who got you out of that mess.

It just felt so wrong but you always had a feeling that there was something they'd been keeping secret.

You could see it in the way they acted around you, always treating you as if you were a delicate toy that they just absolutely needed to keep away from the outside world so at least now you'd be one step closer to finding out why.

So you quickly set the clock to 10:48 and went inside before anyone could we you. Then you approached the large computer set in the middle of the cave ready to turn it on but it was already on.

Lighting up the entire cave with video feed from the hidden surveillance camera's around the manor, but instead of showing you the many rooms around the manor it showed you something rather bone chilling.

It showed you video feed of your bedroom.

Video feed of the room you thought was your private safe haven. A place to relax when the manor was just to much for you but instead it was being broadcasted onto the large computer kept only in the dark cave.

You honestly didn't know what to think.

It wasn't the first time in your life that you'd been watched as if you were nothing but entertainment but this time it was being done by the people you trusted.

If it weren't for the voice you heard coming from next to you you were pretty sure you would have fainted on the spot.

"Your not supposed to be down here (reader)" Damian stated, clearly ignoring the shock on your face.

"What is this" you immediately asked.

"I told the others that something like this would've happened but no one listens to me in this household" he started taking quick steps towards you but your body couldn't bring itself to react.

You'd already felt so relaxed and safe around these people that your body didn't even think of them as a threat.

But your mind was racing with thoughts like why would they do this or what would possess them to do something like this.

"Well talk about this tomorrow morning" he takes your hand and leads you back up those grand stairs you'd came down just a moment ago.

In that moment you allowed him to escort you back to your bedroom, you allowed him to grab you s glass of water and you drank it with no hesitation.

Welcoming the tired and dizzy feeling that came after drinking the small glass of water. Allowing yourself to quickly pass out under the watch of your supposed savior turned new captor.

[tiny-1karus]

Pairing: yandere!batfam (Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian) x fem!reader

(All the boys are 20+, Damian is around the same age as the reader and they're both in university.)

A tiny little sequel to the Cinderella-esque story, but from the boys perspective. There are multiple parts to this but you can check out the first part here:

Part 1

This is an almost 3k fic, so enjoy!

...

It was the following evening after the inciting but unfortunate incident that had landed you on the medical bay of the Wayne manor. You had been unconscious for most of the night until the late afternoon as your body recovered from the traumatic head injury you had received from your stepmom, only gaining consciousness for barely an hour before immediately falling back asleep. The last night's events, along with your clearly overworked and underfed body, had clearly taken it's toll on you. With the state of your body and your consistent lack of consciousness, they had to attach an IV tube to your arm.

The Wayne brothers, along with their father, had taken turns diligently monitoring you throughout this time after returning in the early dawn from their... Mission.

They could all finally relax as the primary and greatest threat to your well-being was finally taken care of.

They hope they burned in hell.

Your condition, thankfully, wasn't dire, even if it wasn't ideal. All you needed was complete and relative rest until the next 3-4 days, which was slightly overestimated, but none of them were taking any chances on your health. Not when you were still in such a fragile state.

Currently, Dick and Damian were on watch for you. Dick was sitting on a chair to your left while Damian stood next to him like a silent sentry, both of them watching the steady rise and fall of your chest as if to reassure themselves that you were still there with them. Even in sleep, you still had this shadow that seemed to haunt you as your face never seemed to be fully at peace.

Dick was holding on to your hand with a guilty expression, his blue eyes darting to the large square gauze taped to your left cheek. It hid the massive bruise that nearly covered the whole left side of your face. He still couldn't express into words the magnitude of rage that had consumed him when he saw the dark mark on your precious face.

Dick never thought himself a particularly violent person. He tended to use diplomacy as a primary approach when violence is clearly not warranted. As a vigilante, he uses violence as a means to protect, but last night he had used all his strength to harm.

He still couldn't fathom why it had felt so good in that one instance, so he tried not to think about it anymore.

He gently ran his thumb against the back of your hand as his eyes darted to the bandage on your face. He bit his lip as his own face scrunched up into an expression of guilt once again.

Clearly, he was failing at that.

Damian let out an annoyed sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Grayson, I can hear you thinking from here." He stared down at his brother with an unimpressed look, "and clearly, you're doing a poor job at it."

Dick bent his head until his forehead touched the back of your hand. He really wanted to kiss it but his guilty conscience made him think he was unworthy of the action at the moment.

"I dunno Dames, I just feel so... Guilty."

Damian let out a quiet exhale as he considered the miserable, guilt-ridden state of his oldest brother.

A tiny part of him, the part that hurt and raged at all the pain you had endured by your so-called family, felt remorseful that you had gotten injured that night. This piece of him ached at the thought of all the other nights that he wasn't there to protect you from it all, even if he had been unaware of your existence for most of it.

But he would never let anyone know that.

The youngest Wayne laid his hand on Dick's shoulder. He waited until his older brother finally looked up from his hunched over position on your hospital bed. Damian inclined his head towards the door before walking towards it, silently waiting for his brother to follow.

Dick seemed hesitant to leave your side but the impatient gesture that Damian made at the door finally made him follow his youngest brother outside. He closed the door with a faint click, and they both walked towards the observation window on the other side of the medical bay. They settled at the spot that was directly in front of your bed; Dick with his arms hanging loosely at his sides and Damian with his arms crossed over his chest.

You might have been unconscious but they didn't want to take any chances of you hearing this conversation.

Damian surprised his brother by speaking first. "I hope you know that it was done out of necessity. She wouldn't have come to us, where it's infinitely more safe and she has a vast access to superior resources, if this didn't happen." The conviction in his voice brokered no room for doubt or argument. He said this as if it was merely fact and to a degree, it was, but Dick couldn't help the sliver of doubt that persistently niggled at the back of his mind.

Damian hadn't turned to look at his brother as he spoke, his green eyes locked intensely on your sleeping form on the hospital bed. If he had any doubts, which Dick seriously doubted, he gave none of it away. Instead, his jaw seemed to clench a bit before letting out a silent, imperceptible sigh. "Nothing would have changed for her if we hadn't intervened." He pointed out with an unreadable look.

Dick sighed as he looked at you through the glass with a sad expression. He had hoped, however vaguely, that your family wouldn't have stooped that low. That they wouldn't have fallen for the bait.

The only tragedy is that they hadn't suffered more.

When Dick—uncharacteristically—still failed to respond, Damian let out a frustrated noise. Since when did he become the voice of reason for this family? The youngest Wayne pivoted and pinned his older brother with a hard, unyielding look.

"Grayson, I will only say this once. There is no need to feel guilty. It was the optimal way to get her out of that disgusting cesspool and we succeeded." There was a fierce conviction to the youngest Wayne as he said this and even Dick couldn't help but feel a little swayed.

Dick ran both of his hands through his hair aggressively and sighed harshly. "I just wish that she didn't get hurt in the process." We could have prevented it, was what went unsaid but clearly understood between the two brothers.

At this, even Damian didn't have a reply or rebuttal ready. Because it was the same thing that plagued him about this situation. But he consoled  reassured himself that you had survived and were finally in their care, where you were safe (where you belonged).

It had been years since Damian has thought this way, not since he started living with his father and adopted siblings and developed a moral code and conscience of his own, but this is one of those rare instances where the ends undeniably justified the means.

Damian couldn't—wouldn't regret his choice to plant your money box on top of your bed while leaving your door ajar for the filthy vultures to pounce like the mindless, greedy beasts they were. It was their fault for acting on their avarice and they paid for it with their lives.

"I just wish she didn't get hurt."

Damian narrowed his eyes in thought. Truthfully, you weren't supposed to get hurt.

...▼▼▼...

The hours that had led up to the incident had been a hectic whirlwind for everyone as they were neck-deep in the process of busting a criminal network drug-ring operation. The entire team had been investigating this underground operation for weeks and were on the cusp of sweeping this operation into the light.

And this was in the middle of them monitoring the situation in your house. Robin had already planted your moneybox in the open a few days ago and it hadn't even taken 30 minutes for the pests to take the bait. Through the multiple cameras they had set up within your house, it almost amazed the team how none of your step-family seemed to think twice before going on a shopping spree with your hard earned money, extravagantly parading their ill-gotten luxury (Damian scoffed, they called that luxury?) in your house right in front of you. All this, as you still worked hard and let these putrid leeches work you into the ground like a slave. It was only a matter of time before you realized where your money had unfortunately gone. They all waited with baited breaths for the explosive fall out that would ensue and had prepared measures to protect you from it.

But the sudden arrival of a rival gang on one of the warehouses that also acted as a quasi-headquarters for one of the heads of this operation threw a wrench in their plans, and suddenly all hands were needed on deck.

Batman called all of them in and the team entered the warehouse into a room that had turned into a battle ground as men and women fought in a free-for-all. Without hesitation, they all leapt into the fray.

And although the vigilantes had been busy bashing skulls, they still kept an ear out for the little ping! That would alert them of your stepmother's arrival at your house. Since that alert never preceded anything good for you.

Ping!

Red Hood nearly missed it over the sound of his and his enemy's exchange of gunfire but when he finally noticed the alert, he hurried to the nearest stack of crates for cover before pulling up the feed. You were crumpled on the floor with your stepmother nowhere in sight.

Shit, that can't be good.

"RED!" He bellowed.

From across the large warehouse, Red Robin answered. "Already on it!"

Everyone on the comms heard a curse as Red Robin sounded out the custom alert sound they had set for emergencies that pertained to you.

"Guys, we need to wrap this up now. She's running around downtown in the rain alone. She seems erratic and terrified." None of them had to be geniuses (which they were) to guess that something bad had happened in the mere moments they had focused their attention elsewhere.

Batman's gruff and gravelly voice came through the comms in a clear command, "Red Hood, Nightwing, go out and secure her location. We'll finish this."

Robin and Red Robin tightened their holds on their weapons before going back into the fight with renewed and vicious vigor. They had to finish this early so that they can see you. They barely had time to look at your feeds once the fight broke out but they couldn't ignore the foreboding feeling they got when they received your alert.

"We'll be at the house by then, make sure she's safe."

...

Nightwing could barely hide his worry as he frantically changed into the spare civilian clothes he kept in a bag right there in his own car before booking it, with Red Hood hot in his trail in his motorcycle. He already put in your coordinates in the screen on his dashboard, it began tracking the tracking device they had planted on your phone for such emergencies.

He watched as your icon ran through streets without rhyme or reason, and in the rain no less. He bit his lip, you must be terrified.

Red Hood had already taken off his helmet and had shoved it into the underseat storage of his motorcycle before following Nightwing. It was all he needed to do to transition to his 'civilian' attire. He didn't care about the rain that pelted him and soaked his clothes as he drove with the single-minded intent of finding you.

He pulled up a feed on the little monitor on the instrument display of his bike, it showed you from the image quality of street cameras running frantically in the rain. Fuck, what if you got sick?

Nightwing's—now Dick Grayson—voice called to him from the comms they both still wore, "Jay! She's up heading towards the 6th. Intercept her from the other side. I'll wait for you both there."

Jason Todd revved up his bike and broke away from the main street to cut through alleyways to beat you there. He haphazardly parked his bike next to a pile of trashbags and ran out of the dark alley and into the sidewalk. He wasn't all that worried about his bike, the Red Hood symbol emblazoned on it's side should deter most people from even touching it. But if it did get stolen, then he could just as easily replace or track it.

None of that mattered more than finding you, though.

Once he ran up to 6th street, he immediately zeroed in on you. You were standing a few blocks away from him, your clothes looked rumpled and you were positively drenched from the rain. There was a glazed look in your eyes even from this distance and he called your name as he slowly approached.

The way you had reacted to him, sobbing and grasping at him as if he was your lifeline, broke him. And he held you even closer as he let your tears mix with the rain that soaked his shirt.

Even though, he knew he was part of the reason for that.

...

Once you were finally situated at the house with all the Wayne men surrounding you (protecting you), you were quiet and withdrawn. A stark contrast from the bright and warm air that you seemed to bring with you everywhere you go. It had taken some coaxing, but you finally opened up to them about your problems at home for the first time since knowing them. And they all were aware how you tried to sugarcoat it and minimize the worst of your pain and that hurt. (Didn't you trust them?)

And once your injury was brought to light, they were furious.

Once you were being taken care of by Alfred, they pulled up the feed of the time they had missed while they were dealing with the drug-ring bust. They all watched, with surmounting horror, the way your stepmom had ruthlessly beaten you into the ground and had shouted such horrible words at you.

To say that they were infuriated was an understatement. The magnitude of their shared rage could never be encompassed by any measure in the known world.

They were down-right murderous.

How could you have gotten hurt on their watch?

... ∆ ∆ ∆ ...

"Staying there would've only hurt her more." Tim's quiet voice interjected, suddenly appearing on Dick's other side. Damian gave him a passing, acknowledging glance before his green eyes returned to your prone form on the other side of the glass.

Tim had his hands in the pockets of his favorite hoodie as he watched you with a solemn expression. "I don't regret what we did." He stated firmly. "When I was in her shoes, I remember all the pain I went through and always wished that someone would save me."

Dick turned to his brother and slung his arm over his shoulder before bringing him into a side hug. Tim leaned into his brother a little as he joined them in watching over you. Something in him settled as he watched the steady rise and fall of your chest, it was comforting to know that you were here, even if the circumstances that had led to your arrival had been unfortunate. He couldn't help but think about the similarities the both of you shared.

But unlike you, Tim had been lucky enough to have the opportunity to save himself, when he chose to become part of this family of vigilantes and chose to become one himself. He didn't want you to feel alone like he did in his previous life. And now you would never have to feel that way again.

Tim's voice was resolute as he spoke to his oldest brother, "and we saved her, Dick. I can't ever regret that."

Dick reached up to ruffle the already messy hair of his brother. "I know, Timmy." He said softly.

Still, the guilt lingered (as it will for a longer time still, like a jagged pebble inside the shoes of his psyche) as Dick watched your prone form sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed. He had a part to play in your injured state and he could never truly scrub himself of the guilt that came with that.

But you were here now, and you were safe. That was all that mattered to them.

And Dick would rather regret the things he's done rather than leaving you there to suffer by yourself.

...

Does this count as part 3?? Idk, y'all decideee. I just wanted to write a small insight on the boys and a BTS on what happened during that night. Like, isn't it just so juicy how yandere tendencies can clash with a hero's moral code and how it affects and manifests for each member?? Anyways, sorry that Bruce weren't in this part that much ;v;

Lemme know if y'all want more from this, and let me hear your thoughts! Constructive criticism is always welcome with me (whether it's you pointing out a grammatical error or a faulty tense) :>>

I'll start on the first part once I've posted this, I've barely edited this lmaooo. Thank you and enjoy!

[kimberly-spirits13]

Edit: I’ve gotten so many responses and yall- here’s a hug 🩷🩷🤧-

Okay okay okay I have a non judgmental question because I just want to understand yall. WHY- I mean WHY are yall into yandere? Like it’s violent yandere! Break the legs and kill the family and lokey rape type of yandere. Or even just the install hidden microphones and gift things with hidden cameras and stalk you kind of yandere. I want to know why yall consume that content? I’ve been stalked before multiple times and it’s TERRIFYING. Why do you consume that content? Seriously no judgement but I do not understand and I need a perspective even if I don’t agree with you on it

Follow up question, if the stalking and rape and stuff happened to you (a yandere lover) irl, how would you feel? Do you actually want someone obsessed with you this intensely?

[hana-no-seiiki]

Menace! Reader who keeps using the batfam’s real names during patrols/fights.

Menace! Reader who doesn’t take patrol/fights or most heists seriously at all. They have numerous plans already prepared for the case that they lose or get bodied which is all the time. But they always escape even if the boys don’t purposely let them off

Bruce will say it’s cause Menace! Reader knows and won’t hesitate to expose their true identities to the world. Which is true, but Menace! Reader thinks he’s being too dramatic.

I mean it’s not like they have an entire document detailing the atrocities Batman could have prevented if he didn’t have that stupid no-kill rule. The lives and people that has been lost to Joker. Detailing each one of them so they won’t end up as just a number under that monster’s belt.

Menace! Reader who’s always, always there for everyone of the Batfam’s members if they’re needed. Ever since Jason’s death, they made sure to keep tabs on every one of Batman’s kids.

Menace! Reader who hides how much they care, how deathly afraid they are of losing anyone in that family, Robin or not.

Yandere! Batfamily who knows of all of this and would die before anyone ever hurts you.

[daydream-with-twist]

Yandere Tim Drake x reader 

Warning : Yandere behaviour,

You were homeless and alone, living on the streets of Gotham City with no place to go. Then one day, a hero by the name of Red Robin found you while patrolling the city. He took you in and brought you to his apartment, where he promised to take care of you and keep you safe.

It was great at first. He provided for your needs and made sure you were healthy. However, soon enough, he has become extremely overprotective of you and started to act weird around you. He locks the front door whenever he leaves outside he makes sure you can't escape. It has been a long time since you've been outside, and now you are trapped in his apartment.

One day, you had enough of this. While he was sleeping, you decided to try and get out of his apartment. You tried to be as careful and sneaky as possible, but it didn't go as planned.

As you were about to open the door slowly, turning the key, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You freeze in shock and let go of the key, feeling Tim turn you around to face him.

He looks at you with a blank expression, coldly looking directly into your eyes. "Y/N...what are you doing?" he asks, his tone cold and stern.

"I..." you trail off, unsure how to respond or what to say in this situation.

"You're...trying to leave, aren't you...?" he says, staring at you coldly. He is obviously upset, but he is controlling his anger and not allowing it to show. "What am I...not good enough for you...?" he adds in a hurt, yet cold, tone.

"Tim...I just want to go out," you say quietly, avoiding his penetrating gaze as you look down. "It's been so long, and I just want to..." you start saying but you get cut off when he out of nowhere picks you up quickly and carries you to his bedroom. 

"HEY! Put me down! Let go of me!" you said, sounding upset and frustrated, as you're carried against your will.

"No," he says simply, holding you tightly and carrying you into his room. He puts you on his bed as he climbs on top of you and says "Now listen here, Y/N. Listen to me closely." He looks down at you with a cold, icy look, his expression intimidating. 

"Let go of me!" You attempt to speak, but he cuts you off again quickly by placing one hand over your mouth, holding it tightly and preventing you from speaking.

"Listen...to me..." he says, looking at you in a crazed, intense way without breaking eye contact. 

"Stop being so ungrateful after everything I've done for you! I've provided for you, taken care of you, and made sure you were safe! Now you try to escape me? How dare you?" He was starting to get very upset, finding it harder to keep calm and suppress the rage inside him at your attempt to leave.

"You cannot leave me," he says quietly. "Never." He looks at you with a intense gaze before continuing to speak. 

"This is Gotham... I can't lose you to some thugs if I let you out. If you get hurt... I will never forgive myself..." He is starting to calm down a bit as he lets go of your mouth and slowly hugs you. He hides his face in your chest, unable to look at you while expressing his fear of losing you.

You don't know what to say. You are still feeling frustrated that you can't go out. You don't want to be locked up. It isn't fair for you, but you also feel bad for him. You feel a mixture of emotions as you don't know what to say. Then, you let out a small sigh as you speak.

"Tim...I just want to go out..." you whisper, looking down at him while he still hugs you close. 

"I know, but it's dangerous out there. I can't lose you. I love you so much. You're my entire world. I'll take care of you and provide for you, and love you with all of my heart okay.. I'm sorry, but I can't let you out. I don't want you leaving this apartment." He says, blushing softly as he gets closer to your face.

"Can't you see? We are meant to be together just the two of us. Don't you get it? I love you so much. You belong to me," he says, looking softly into your eyes.

You blush at his words but You try to pull away from him, but he holds tightly onto your wrists. He keeps his grip tight as he gets closer to you and says, "Stay with me. Say we belong together forever."

"Tim, that's just...well, you know..." you say, avoiding his gaze and feeling embarrassed.

He pulls you close to him, holding your face with both hands, forcing you to look at him in the eyes. "Say it please...for me," he says in a gentle, pleading tone. He looks at you lovingly, looking as if he's about to kiss you.

You can't help but feel incredibly embarrassed and nervous as your heart beats faster a bit. You let out a small sigh and say, "We belong together forever..."

This makes Tim very happy, as he smiles widely at you. "Come here," he says with a charming grin, leaning forward to give you a soft, loving kiss on the lips.

In your heart, you knew that he wanted to kiss you. Even so, you weren't expecting him to actually do it, and when he did, it caught you by surprise. You were about to push him away, but he held you tightly, not letting you get away, as he kissed you deeply. You felt a fuzzy feeling in your heart, and you gave in just a little bit, letting yourself be swept away by the moment.

After a few minutes of kissing, he pulls away, breathless, his cheeks red, just like yours. He smiles sweetly at you and says, "We belong together forever."

"Let's get some rest my dear," he adds, pulling you on top of him and wrapping his arms around you. "We have a lot to talk about tomorrow." You curl up in each other's arms.

It's clear to you that he's not letting you go. You don't know what to do. You feel torn between listening to him and living your life like this for the rest of your life. Or maybe you should find a way out of this situation. But for now, you're tired, and you decided to sleep.

————

I give up mid way lol anyways hope you liked it 

[lyomeii]

PATCHING (AND TAKING CARE OF )THEM

-> ft. bokuto (haikyuu); daniel park and johan seong (lookism); damian wayne and tim drake (dc comics);

KOUTARO BOKUTO

-> he got injured during training and made it a scandal. luckily you, the nekoma’s manager, was there to help him before it got worsen and since it was night, the others had already left the gym, leaving you and bokuto alone together.

-> his injuries wasn’t bad. a scrappy knee and a small cut on his hand, how did he get it? bokuto says he only remember the pain, so you keep focusing in getting him better for tomorrow.

-> bokuto was talking the entire situation or at least he tried. he often moved his knee or hand whatever you applied the remedies in the injuries, gaining a small scream of him and how much it hurt to feel the liquid in his injuries, making it difficult to help him.

-> he only stopped moving away when you promised a kiss if he didn’t move away anymore. that moment he become a statue and let you do the entire job without crying about it. In the end, he received that kiss you promised with such a big smile on his face.

DANIEL PARK

-> another day of getting beaten, daniel felt like trash and unfortunately, he knows that even moving away from Logan and began a new life with his two bodies, he can’t have the best in his original body.

-> he feels horrible knowing that he could easily avoid using his original body and live a better life, however he would lose you if he did it. you, the person, who made him gain the goal to get better.

-> arriving in seoul, you befriend him and took care of his injuries regardless of his appearance, you didn’t care about it and said that he is a nice person to have around. He is a fool to fall in love with you that moment! Daniel knows that and yet, it was the first time someone (not counting his mother) did something like that to him.

-> usually, you used to visit him at that convenience store and stay there with him for a few hours before taking a nap in the back, that was your little night routine. now that he streams, you sometimes make small appearances in his lives, mostly off screen since he is afraid to show you off, and now you two spend more time together.

JOHAN SEONG

-> he can’t afford to go to a hospital after getting injured during a fight, so he just layer down in alley, hoping to feel better when waking up and to move on with his scars.

-> surprise! that didn’t happen and johan wake up inside of a little house where he sees you taking care of him with gentle hands patching his injuries. he thought of running away and leaving this place rapidly as possible, yet having someone taking care of him is nice.

-> when you finish taking care of him, at least as much you could do as a teenager, you feed him of the leftovers from lunch and made extra food when realizing how starving he was. Johan expect you to ask for something in return, but you didn’t and gave him sandwiches before he left your house.

-> johan didn’t get why you did it, why did you help him? he is still asking himself that for a long time and probably will til the day he gain enough courage to approach you again instead of watching you from afar.

DAMIAN WAYNE

-> damian lied, he said that he would arrive earlier to play with alfred(the cat) at your side, but he didn’t and only got home after hours and hours of fighting crime in Gotham. that didn’t make you upset, that made you worry about him even more.

-> his usual black and green uniform is now drained red, full of cuts in body and he kept saying that is nothing, that a trained assassin knows how to take care of himself and yet, you keep crying to him to seat down and let him guide you to how to stitches in his back.

-> he was grateful of your best attempt on the stitches in his back, damian joked that you should become his personal doctor (you didn’t like that). as he expected, the bandages you put on him aren’t excellent, but still good for him heal correctly. He is happy to have someone like you at his side and he won’t ever let you go.

TIM DRAKE

-> he didn’t felt the stab at the moment and only realized when you screamed at him when he was doing a research in the batcave. you almost pass out for the amount of blood and tim almost jumped from your scream, however neither of that happened and you rushed to get the first kit aid.

-> it small and the stab didn’t got deep as you thought, making it easier to clean and patch tim. you are too focused to make him get better that you don’t notice how adorable you are, your toughest out of your mouth and how your hands hold him from moving away. Ah! He is lucky to have you in his life.

-> when done, you stood at his side, afraid that if you left him, his stitch would open and more blood would come out. In the other hand, tim knows that’s completely impossible to happen. He knew how precisely was his cut to know that wasn’t life threatening, he is a genius, yet you will never discover about it.

@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Bee's And The Bats!

☆♡Yan Batfam x Bee! Reader♡☆

"Too bad I can't make a career out of getting fired, right? I'd be like, a CEO or a manager. Which one's more impressive? ...President?"

You and Damien are 18+. That goes for anything I write regarding him.

I will be following comics, the web series and possibly a bit of the Netflix version. Shout out to @hana-no-seiiki for making ☆Superb!☆ headcanons themselves! Check them out!

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Damien Wayne:

The Wayne heir had decided to rent out a apartment, wanting to have a bit of independence, maybe even a little space from the world. In his own solitude when his pets couldn't provide affectations at the time. Or if he couldn't travel back to the manor soon enough due to injury.

Today was just.. Not a good day for Damien.

He was tired, restless, maybe even angry.

He decided not to head back to the manor after patrol, wanting to clear his head and not get into a argument with anyone regarding his behavior.

Dressed in his civilian attire, he walks up the apartment complex steps to his room floor. Stepping onto the carpet covered hall, he pulls out his key.

Listening in on his neighbor, who was conversing with someone, Damien unlocked his door.

"Are you you gonna be-AHOF!!"

"OH MY GOD!"

Damien quickly turns around, expecting some type of altercation!

Yet is suprised to find a man around his age wallowing on the ground in pain, in front of your door. He could even see the man's tears staining the floor.

Your voice shouts beyond the door.

"Oh my god! Oh, oh my god. Ah, wait, ah...ooh, ah, I have, uh, stuff for your stuff!"

Your footsteps heavy and clear again once near the door.

"I got you some ice for your crotch! I'm shoving the crotch ice under the door!"

The man leaves, quickly scurrying off with ice between his.. Private area.

Leaving behind a small pink box wrapped in a plastic bag.

Damien places his keys back in his pocket, stepping over to your side of the hallway. Knocking on the door so the food wouldn't go to waste.

The two of you stare at one another curiously.

When Damien first met you, he thought you were weird. Close to, "possibly another villian in the making" weird.

You kept to yourself, along with a strange little cat-dog creature of yours.

But, he found you charming in a way, you were impulsive, selfish, a glutton. Yet you were realistic, someone he could and couldn't understand.

You were nice as well, rather kind. You saw him as friend the first day you met Damien. Offering to share some lasagna with him and your "puppy-cat".

He started to seek you out more, finding your presence a tad thrilling.

What made you tick, why were you so space-casy, what thoughts ran in your head when you saw good in others?

The blood-son wanted to know and he'll find out.

[Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! I kinda made this for fun and I really like seeing Bee!Readers! So here is the first installment of this, (possibly) series!]

[sophiethewitch1]

i got diagnosed with dystonia and cogwheel rigidity so needless to say I've been having a hard time lmao. Do you think the batboys would be more protective over a MC who can't really move properly due to her physical disability/disabilities?

Aw man, I'm so sorry to hear that :( As someone with fibro, I really get it.

Anyway, yes they'd be way too overprotective with you. They all know what it's like to be in pain, and to be restricted because of that. Of course, there's was because of broken bones and other such things, things that were temporary. But they can still understand and sympathise.

Tim and Damian would be very inclined to keep you under house arrest, but they'd still want what's best for you. Your health is the number one priority, their own petty greed second. Jason says he's willing to be your personal carrier pigeon, and it's kind of obvious he's more than willing. Dick is always happy to help, waiting hand and foot for you to be just that little bit more comfortable. All of them really want your appreciation and acknowledgement. They're desperate to be helpful, to be needed by you. If you just say thanks they're willing to go to the ends of the world for you. They'd probably do it anyway, but shush.

And even with them being that protective in the house, it's so much worse if you want to go out. They have a group chat where they share the itinerary, and make sure wherever you go is accessible for you. And if anyone ever dares mock you for the way you move, or any of your mobility/disability aids... god help that soul. They deserve it of course, but even I can say the punishment they deal out is a bit... much.

That's all to say, these boys care about one thing, and that's making you as happy as possible. Everything else is just an obstacle. And honestly, give those four geniuses enough time and you might even end up cured. They might be a little sad after, because you're not quite as reliant on them. It was nice, being able to keep you safe, keep you close. Just make sure to give them extra love, okay?

[roxineedstosleep]

Yeah... just add two more shots of that

Darling: Can I please get a Venti Latte?

Register: Of course, anything-

*Yandere! Clark, forgetting how to use normal amount of strengh bc he do not like the way his darling is not paying him attention*

Darling: Yeah, forget about that, just gave me a venti cup with all the espresso shot that you can put on it... with a bit a cinnamon caramel, please.

Register: So... you want a Timothy Drake? A tired teen guy always ask for one of those drinks.

Darling: Yep... I want a Timothy Drake *see how Clark still messing around* but make it double.

Register: Oh, that would be a Red Robin, he ask for that during his patrols.

Darling: ... Make it triplet and put my name on it. It's seems that I would need it again.

Register: Deal, your name?

Clark: Darling Kent.

[coffee-ig]

I don't know if your requests are open or not but if they are here's one! I would like to request a damien(if you do him, Tim drake and Jason with a reader whose love language is physical touch and gift giving!

sure!

tw; yandere themes

Damian

To be honest, he is the one to be like, "hey, why you giving me gifts?"

-and that is also the time you notice it will take time for him to understand your love language-

but anyways that does not matter that much.

Damian would love it! Just as much as Jason would.

Also another thing which Damian loves is that he does not have to prove himself in front of you. (also probably has kidnapped you because thought you are in danger but we will ignore that-)Like he has fought for a lot of things, so-

and this does fuel him more, because to be honest he has almost never have had proper presents or so much of physical affection.

In a nutshell he loves it!

Tim

oh dear-

Tim also has the knack of gift giving. He loves to gift people! (though it can be hard to believe for others-)

Also he loves hugs. Especially if you cuddle with him while he is working on something.

he loves all the attention by you!

and almost always blushes when you show him some form of affection!

Like he loves it when you give him back hugs, or when you gift him something small but meaningful.

he in fact has a whole cupboard of things which you gifted him.

all your presents are precious, darling!

Jason

jason loves it-

no, no he really does!

he never got so smothered in affection by anyone-

also he barely had people gifting him.

so, at first he is like Damian, "what are you doing?"

you actually have to explain everything-

He is the one to take of whatever you give to keep him with forever like Tim. Frankly speaking, he feels nice someone actually gifted him!

is this even yandere-