Yandere Batfamily · Y/n story by @jinora

The manor loomed against the Gotham skyline, its gothic spires cutting through the evening fog like dark fingers reaching for heaven.

Bruce Wayne

stood in the doorway, backlit by the warm glow of the entrance hall His presence was immediate, commanding — the kind of stillness that demanded attention without a single word spoken. His suit was impeccable, charcoal gray, cufflinks catching the light. But his eyes were fixed entirely on the car. On you.

Behind him, movement. Subtle. Faint.

???

a dark-haired figure shifted in the shadows near the stairwell Not hiding, exactly. Positioned.

Bruce descended the steps with measured grace, reaching the car door just as the social worker began to open her mouth. He smiled — practiced, warm, disarming — and extended his hand toward you.

Bruce Wayne

Welcome home. his voice was low, smooth We've been expecting you.

The words hung in the air, simple yet weighted with something deeper. Something final.