Yandere!BatFam

The Waynes have.. issues.. but they also have each other. There was always a brother ready to help, or a sister who knows what she’s doing. Trauma runs deep, but the bonds created run deeper. They always had each other’s backs, everyone had someone except you. The youngest of the family, the unwanted, the forgotten. They don’t need you, sometimes it feels as though they don’t even have the space for you. Being the only kid that isn’t a hero, or a vigilante or some other crime fighting criminal is isolating enough but it hurts even more when they act like it’s such a horrible thing. It felt like they were punishing you, like you not fighting crime was the reason they neglected you. In truth they just didn’t find the time for you, they’re very busy and dealing with a kid on top of everything else isn’t something they were willing to do.

They’re never around and yet they always expected you to be around, they don’t hang out with you but expected you to hang out with them whenever. They took you for granted, admittedly, but they didn’t even notice what they were doing half the time. Realistically, they knew one day you’ll grow up and ‘leave the nest’ so to speak but that’s something they always figured was a problem for later. Now you’ve left without so much as a ‘fuck you’ to any of them. It took them all of several seconds to start spiraling out of control, obsessing over all the things they’ve never done for you. All the times they weren’t present, or brushed you off, or ignored you. They spent hours searching for you, blowing up your phone and trying to track down your SIM card like a group of crazed maniacs. Everyone is in the BatCave, pouring over all the notebooks and letters you’ve written over the years. All the pictures they have of you now framed and hung on their walls, all memories of your smile cemented into their dna. Dick has taken over calling you at this point, while Tim and Bruce handle tracking you down and his other family members huddle on the floor of the BatCave to spread out everything of yours they have.

“Hey baby bird, just call me back..”

He sighs as he leaves yet another voice recording, your refusal to answer his calls and texts hurt more than any anger he could ever muster up. He’s exhausted and he hasn’t even done anything, just calling and texting for hours like a crazed man. He’s trying to rationalize it, convinced that you’re just in the shower or maybe you’re at school, but he doesn’t deny the hurt he’s feeling anyway. He calls again, swallowing thickly as he mentally prepares to make another voice recording. His shock is palpable when you finally pick up the phone, immediately walking over to Bruce and time has he puts the phone on speaker and tries to keep you on the line long enough for them to trace your location.

“Baby Bird! Hey! I’m glad you answered! How have you been? It’s been awhile huh?”

He fires off his immediate response, racking his brain for any promises he made that might’ve induced you to pick up the phone. His heart pounding in his chest as Bruce holds up a hand so his other siblings will stop talking. Tim holds up five hands, he nods in acknowledgment. Only five minutes until they have your location. He can already imagine the life he’ll live with you once your back, all the sleepovers and brother-sister bonding he missed out on. You’ll be with your family again and this time they’ll do it right, no more ignoring you or brushing you off. No, you’ll have their attention fully, every minute of every hour of every day. They’ll never let you go, not if he had any say in it.