Yandere batfam x Yellowjacket!Reader
The last footage of you was a grainy image—mud-streaked cleats, a school bus full of laughter, your jersey half-hanging off your shoulder. Gotham’s elite all-girls soccer team, off to nationals. That was supposed to be it.
You vanished over Canadian wilderness.
A plane crash.
No bodies found.
No signal. No rescue.
For 19 months, you were feral. Hungry. Cold. Hunted. You had blood in your teeth and dirt under your nails, and something in your eyes no mirror dared reflect. You clawed through snowbanks, gnawed on bark, and buried the people you once braided friendship bracelets with.
You loved one of them. She died in your arms. You still hear her scream sometimes when the city gets too quiet.
And the Batfamily?
They didn’t even notice.
They assumed you were on a “long mission” with some obscure Justice League branch. No one checked. No one searched. Not Bruce. Not Dick. Not the detective prodigies, the code-crackers, the Bat-tech masterminds.
You clawed your way back to Gotham on your own, with a body count and a stare like frostbite.
When they see you again, it’s on the news:
“Survivor of Lost Gotham Girls Soccer Team Returns After 19 Months in Wilderness”
Your face is sunken but beautiful in a hollow, terrifying way. A ghost wearing the skin of someone they should’ve protected.
The Batfamily descends like vultures.
Bruce is the first at your hospital bedside—gripping your hand like he didn’t leave you to rot, like he didn’t go to a gala the same week your bones started breaking from frostbite. He calls you his daughter. He says “I failed you.” He tries to cry.
You look at him with dead eyes and say, “Who are you again?”
Jason tries to joke. You used to laugh. Now you just tilt your head. “You’d be dead in a week out there,” you murmur. “They’d eat you first.”
Tim tries to “analyze the trauma” like it’s something to be solved. You stare at him until he leaves the room.
Cass sees the way you flinch when someone closes the door too hard. She doesn’t speak, just watches you move like a predator waiting for the wrong sound to pounce.
Damian’s mad. Not at you, but for you. He wants names. He wants revenge. You just laugh—high and bitter. “There's no one left to punish,” you say. “We handled it ourselves.”
There’s an edge to your voice that makes even him quiet.
Steph and Barbara cry when they see you. You walk past them.
You don’t want comfort.
You want distance.
The real twist?
You don’t want to reconnect. With any of them. Not the girls you survived with—twisted by guilt and secrets—or the family who abandoned you.
But they won’t let go.
The Batfam becomes obsessed. You're the girl they lost, and now they’ll do anything to keep you close again. Even if you no longer smile. Even if you no longer care.
You move into your own apartment. You disappear for hours. Your phone “dies” a lot.
But the shadows have eyes. You know they follow you. You feel the Bat-symbol carved into the back of your neck like a ghost brand. They want you docile. Hugging them. Forgiving them. Letting them own you again.
But they didn’t see what you did. They didn’t feel the crunch of bone in their mouth. They weren’t there when the screaming didn’t stop.
And now they’ll never understand.
A/N: req by @tearsofgreentea