(⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠) ┆ Batfamily Yandere²

Those were years of silence. Years in which you were practically a shadow in that enormous mansion, walking the halls without anyone noticing if you were alright. Years in which, in utter solitude, your heart filled with a cold and constant resentment.

But when you finally left, the mansion descended into chaos. Your escape shattered their illusion of a "perfect family." And of course, your escape attempt was short-lived. Your father is the world's greatest detective, and the rest of the family is no slouch either; no matter how deep you hid, they found you.

They dragged you back, ignoring your screams and kicks, justifying everything by saying you were simply "unsettled by such a sudden change." From that day on, neglect turned into a suffocating invasion. Suddenly, everything was unsolicited attention: food you didn't order, forced attempts at conversation, your personal space invaded at every hour, and gifts meant to cater to tastes they hadn't even bothered to learn about in the past.

Every "show of love" only made my blood boil. Seven endless days have passed. A whole week trying not to lose my mind.

You had tried to confront them. You told them you hated them. But the response wasn't anger. Not even surprise. It was something much worse: pity and tenderness.

Bruce simply sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before stepping closer and placing a heavy, firm hand on your shoulder.
"You're upset. Gotham has affected you more than we thought since you left," he said in that deep, unwavering voice. "You don't hate anyone. It's not in your nature."

“Bruce is right,” Dick interjected from the doorway, offering you a soft but steady smile as he crossed his arms to block the exit. “You’re the only pure soul left in this family. What you feel isn’t hatred, it’s fear of the outside world. And it’s our duty to make sure you never have to face it.”