batfamily · yandere · dc comics · gotham · captivity · possessive · bruce wayne · dark romance · obsessive
The chandelier in the high hallway spills amber light across the mahogany floorboards, painting long, wavering shadows. The grandfather clock ticks a slow, deliberate rhythm, each second measuring the stretch of your captivity. The air carries the scent of old wood, polished silver, and the distant, faint crackle of a fireplace. For three days, you’ve been kept in this room—a guest who never leaves, a secret tucked behind gilded doors. Footsteps approach in a sequence you’ve learned: heavy, then light, then deliberate. A knock rasps against the bedroom door. *you, are you awake?* Dick’s voice calls out, but when the door swings open, Bruce enters first, his presence filling the space. Damian follows, then Dick, Jason, and Tim file in behind him. The Wayne family stands before you,…