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WHUMPTOBER DAY 20. Prompt: “You will regret touching them.” Fandom: Batfam

Summary: After falling into a trap, you are captured by Scarecrow and exposed to his fear toxin. When your older brothers arrive to help you, your fear gets the better of you.

Warnings: Fear, disappointment, beating, hurt.

Word count: 2K

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You hadn’t been living with Bruce that long. A few years. If that. You were the baby of the family, younger than Damian and in some ways you supposed he resented you for it; always narrowing his eyes at you when passing him the hallway. You often felt estranged from the rest of the boys, never fully understanding their inside jokes or nightly routines. You never felt as though you belonged despite the fact that the older boys had tried to make you feel welcome.

The one person you had managed to connect with was Alfred. When your time wasn’t occupied by training or patrol it was often spent curled up in the study with a book and excitedly explaining it to him. Reading was one of your passions; it allowed you to escape the harsh realities of the cruel world and alfred was glad to hear you rant, it often resulted in him mirroring the smile on your face.

It was a late autumn night when the call came in. You were lounging on the window seat watching the rain batter against the glass. Your brothers were out on patrol and you were the only one left home, so you floated over to the phone, answering it and bringing it to your ear.

“Hello?”

There was static on the other end of the line, followed by a shuffling. And then came the voice of a child. “Please… please help me.”

You began to pull on your suit, listening closely to the girl speaking over the phone.

“My friend she-”

“Calm down.” you told her. “I’m on my way. Where are you?”

She rattled off her location through sobs. “Please hurry.”

“It’s gonna be okay.” You reassured her.

Once you had calmed the girl, you slipped out of the exit of the batcave and began to race through town. It was a quiet night. The rain had pushed many people inside, so the lack of people on the streets really threw you off, but you decided to warn your brothers where you were going, just in case.

“Nightwing?” You asked over the comms, hoping that he wasn’t too occupied to answer.

“Raven?” He wrinkled his nose. “What are you doing out?”

“A call came in. A young girl said her friend was cornered by a group of armed criminals. I’ve got it handled, but I thought I'd give you a heads up.”

“Copy that Raven.”

The line went silent again as you continued to push your way into the city until you reached the location that the scared girl gave you over the line. Only, there was no one in sight. You called out into the darkness but there was no reply. And then, there was a sharp prick to the side of your neck.

When you awoke, your hands and hands were bound together by old rope that scratched at your skin. The floor was dank and dusty and your mask had been torn from your face. You could feel a small nic along your eyebrow, and your entire body ached.

Without full use of your hands, you struggled to sit up when you noticed the figure leaning against the wall across the room. Tall and masked with a straw hat, he loomed over you, observing you from afar. You used your legs to inch yourself away from the humanoid figure, but he outpaced you, squatting down in front of you and trailing a gloved hand along your jaw.

“Hiya little birdie.”

“Get off of me.” You spat.

Scarecrow tutted, but removed his hand. “I’m glad to see you. You see, I've been watching you for some time. I’ve seen how miserable you’ve been. And I've been waiting for a chance to get you alone. I have to say though, it was much easier than I anticipated.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

The villain chided. “Mm, I have something more fun in mind. You see, I've been experimenting with something new. Well, new and improved. You see, my old fear toxin, it was good but you couldn’t really feel. If you know what I mean? So I did some experimenting and I've finally created something I've just been dying to test out. So I figured, why not have some fun while I'm at it?”

“They’re coming for me.” You told him with narrowed eyes. “And you’re gonna be a dead man?”

He tilted his head, resting his hand on the door before he stepped out and shut it completely. “Are they?”

He bolted the door shut, leaving you in the dimly lit room where a thick, green smog began to billow through the vents. You tried to back away from the smoke, but it surrounded you, cascading down all four walls. You took a deep breath, taking in all of the air you could, but it didn’t last long, eventually you couldn’t stand the burning in your lungs and you were forced to inhale the substance, choking as it filled your lungs.

When the green began to fade away, vanishing into the air, you were left alone in the silence. Though it wasn’t long before the door was broken down by heavy pounding, and the masked face of your brother burst through the door.

“Y/N”

You breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “Jason. Oh thank god, I thought you weren’t going to come. He told me that you none of you would and I-”

“Shut up.”

You stilled. “What?”

“I said shut up!” He kicked you hard to the ribs eliciting a yelp from you.

“Jason…?”

“God, are you as stupid as you look? Shut it.” Jason kicked you harder, each one growing in intensity and followed by a snarky remark. You tucked your head to your chest, pressing your hands tightly to your ears until eventually, Jason vanished into a cloud of green and you were plunged back into emptiness.

“Oh god… Y/N.”

It was Tim’s voice, shaky as he raced towards you. His hands gripped your arms as he forced them away from your ears. You half glanced up at him, doing a double take when you saw the look set upon his face. It was tender, but laced with worry. You wanted to reach out into his arms, but you were hesitant.

“Come on. Let’s get you out of here.” He bent down and removed the frayed rope from your wrists, you rubbed them. Tim then swung his arm around your shoulder to help you up, but you only made it a few steps towards the door when he flung you over his shoulder, sending you plummeting to the floor with a sickening crack as your skull collided with the ground. Your head throbbed as blood dripped from the crack that had opened in the back of your head.

“Silly girl.” Tim laughed. “You really think we care enough to come and help you? After you were foolish enough to fall for his trap? You always mess things up Y/N. You’re a burden. Nothing more. Bruce’ll be glad to finally be rid of you.”

“Tim, Please-"

He reeled his fist back to land the final blow. You scrambled backwards, raising your arm above your face to protect yourself, but no pain came. And Time was gone.

Fat, hot tears were rolling down your cheeks by the time that Damian entered the room. He narrowed his eyes at you like he normally did. They were so full of hate. You closed your eyes, biting down on your trembling lip and sinking against the wall.

“Get up.” He demanded, voice thick with venom.

You squeezed your eyes shut even tighter.

“Damian… please don’t. I don’t need to hear how-”

“I hate you.”

It was only three words, but they cut right through you like a bullet.

“I hate you.” He gritted out. “You ruined everything. We were fine without you. We were happy. And then you came along and you- you took all of that away. You’re a disappointment. And I hate you.”

Damian didn’t move to hurt you, but you supposed in some ways that's what hurt the most. Not the pain and the beating, no. That’s not what you were scared of. It was disappointing your family. You grimaced as Damian left, waiting for the cycle to start again.

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Damian didn’t think he had ever ran faster in his life. His boots slapped against the concrete as he raced alongside his older brothers. He had never been more scared than at the lack of your voice over the comms. The four of them had been trying you for hours but had had no such luck. That was until Alfred managed to snag your location on the computer. And so the four of them ran.

Dick’s heart thundered against his ribs. He feared what Scarecrow had done to you. He had heard the stories; witnessed the horrors. But he couldn’t bear to fathom what your mind would conjure up. You had seen too much.

When he pushed his way into the warehouse, it was dark. And silent. The four of them kept their eyes peeled for a sign of anything, but there was no sign of you or Scarecrow. That was until Damian spotted the frame of the door poking out from behind a metal cabinet. It took two of them to haul the heavy piece of furniture away. It squealed awfully as it scraped across the floor. When they pushed the door open they had to squint to see you hidden in the corner of the room. Your eyes were wide and you were hyperventilating at the sight of them.

“Y/N?”

“No, no…” You shook your head, trying to back further into the wall when he took a step towards you.

Jason tried too, but it only worked you up more.

“Not all of you…please. Please…”

Jason knelt down beside you, reaching to touch you gently, but you flinched away.

“It’s not going to work.” A voice laughed out from the doorway.

The brother’s whipped round to face the scarecrow.

“What have you done to her?” Tim spat.

He chuckled deeply. “She’s been exposed to my new fear toxin. See, I don’t know what she’s been seeing but whatever it is, you guys are clearly an important part of it.”

Tim gritted his teeth. “You are going to regret touching her.”

They surged forwards, pinning him towards the wall. He fought back, but was no match for the anger-fueled vigilantes. When he slumped to the ground, they were tasked with the even more challenging job of getting you out. But when they moved towards you, tears rolled fatly down your face as you sobbed.

“Please…” You shook. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Don’t hurt me please.”

Damian froze. “What?

“You’ve done enough…please.”

You flinched as the youngest of your brothers laid a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N? It’s us. We’re real, I promise.”

You shook your head. “...no”

“We’re not gonna hurt you, kid.”

“You already have…”

Their hearts stopped simultaneously and Dick swallowed thickly.

“I’m sorry Y/N.”

Everything went black as his fist collided with your head.

~~~

You sat up abruptly. You were back in the safety of your own room, tucked away in your bed. Although you were more aware of what had happened, you couldn’t shake the fear that rolled over you. But you weren’t alone when you woke up. You were surrounded by a sea of familiar faces.

“Y/N?” Dick asked when he noticed your eyes were open.

“Yeah.” You murmured groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You just shrugged meekly.

“Oh y/n/n we were so worried.” Damian said. His tenderness was foreign.

“What did you see?” Dick asked hesitantly.

“All of you. Disappointed in me.”

“Oh kid.” Tim looked at you with sad eyes. “We would never be disappointed in you. We love you so, so much. And we couldn’t be prouder of you.”

“But I fell for his trap. I-”

“Uh Uh. You did what you thought was right. How were you supposed to know?”

Again, you just shrugged.

“We’re proud of you, little wing. So proud.”

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𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 (𝐏𝐓.𝟏) || 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭

“𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸? 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦?“

Inspo: Ryan Beatty - Dark Circles Weston Estate - Where Do We Go? Brakence - hypochondriac

Pairing: Elliot x Male!reader

Summary: The dark circles of heartbreak was something you needed escape...

Warnings: Angst, description of smut, and even more angst.

Words: 2663

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Days seemed to slowly tick away with each tap of your finger against the old desk. Nights turned to day, and days turned to night. Like with each tap, the days and nights went by in those few seconds. It was a constant cycle with the extra shit you never asked to be included. If it is drama going on at school or your own unfortunate misfortunes involving Lexi and Cassie. There were just a whole lot of factors that went into your day that was never requested. It left exhaustion to seep under your eyes, forming dark circles that you weren’t able to break free from.

But things were simple when Elliot was here.

“God.” You placed your head in your hands, rubbing at your crimson eyes.

You wished his warm hands ran up your quivering thighs. How the calloused pads of his fingers would follow each curve of the limbs. His lips just a few inches from yours. God, you could already see the smirk that would dance across his lips. Enjoying how pitiful you looked- How palpable you became under his touch. You could hear him using his favourite pet name, whispering it in your ear as you are trying to catch your breath. “My baby boy is so excited-”

The sound of pounding at your door made you whip your head around. “Who is it?”

“Hurry up, girly. We’re going to McKay’s party,” Cassie called out on the other end of the door before her footsteps retreated back down the hall. Leaving staring at the door wide-eyed, hands covering your erection, and a fermenting dread building in your gut.

But you knew Cassie and Lexi’s goal with doing this was to get you laid. And having your sister help you get laid with another guy wasn’t embarrassing enough, it was them sitting in your room trying to play cupid. And as much as you wanted to back out of their plans, you knew Cassie would pull you down the stairs by your ear and force you into the car.

So, you got dressed, sweeping your blonde locks out of your face and splashing water on your face. Just to hide the fact that you hadn’t left your room or the house since summer break started and this was the first attempt at socializing with others.

Getting downstairs, you found your siblings to already be waiting for you in the vehicle. Leaving the entire backseat open for you.

Hopping in, you heard Greyson Chance playing faintly through the speakers. Cassie sitting, scrolling through her phone and Lexi adjusting the side mirrors. “Did you call me, girly?” You inquired, a hint of a smile on your lips as you stared at the side of Cassie’s head.

“Y/n, you can’t tell me that you've grown your hair out to my length, have facial structure ideal for a girl, and a small frame that every gay guy wants from a twink to tell me you aren’t considered girly.”

Her words made Lexi laugh as you slapped your sister on the shoulder. “You gonna call me a slut next?” You quipped.

“Just matters on how much dick you get tonight and we’re making sure it happens,”: Cassie said, motioning between her and Lexi. “This isn’t middle school anymore. You are free from relationships and you need to let your wings out and experience the life of getting wasted and getting laid.”

All you could do is sigh and try to keep that smile up for as long as you could before the vehicle started moving. But all you could do is open your phone and stare at the apps for a few moments before your thumb gravitated toward the photos. Scrolling through the many meaningless pictures of you, your friends, your sisters, and then Elliot. Pictures of the both of you together at the carnival, pictures of him playing his guitar, and some of him just smiling at you with a dreamy layer in his eyes. It made your heart heat up at the fond memories spent with the guy who was your first kiss, first boyfriend- first time for everything. Among those pictures were videos that were more recent than the innocent ones the two of you shared early on in your relationship.

You pressed on one, making it mute as you watched with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. Elliot was laid out in his bed, naked. The camera was hovering above him with his gaze zeroed in on you. As the camera trailed down further, it revealed his hardened cock standing at attention. Twitching with the need for stimulation. The faint glint of the silver ring could be seen as you could already hear the groans that fell from his lips. Pleading for you to help him finish and spare him the pain. But you swiped off the video before you saw too much.

You couldn’t shake him. From your mind, from your words, from your actions. It made you wonder if he experienced it as well. Did he think about you? Did he slip up and say your name? Did he watch the sensual videos of the two of you together and wish for that again? Does he idolize someone the same you did for him?

It left an empty part inside of you unfulfilled. And hurt you knowing that if he was putting his time into someone else, then you would have to give that up. Give him up. The thought alone left your stomach turning. Because even if someone was better, you truly believed you would always be his best. But sitting in the back of this car, knowing that Cassie and Lexi would strive to get you laid, made you wonder who was better off in the long run.

And even when you got to the party, sisters pulling you despite how dead limp went with them, you realized that this rebounding might just be your downfall. Not comparable in any comparison, but you might just end up like Rue. A junky trying to hide the pain from the loss she’d experienced. And you knew that if you even entertained the idea of moving on, some part of you would always end up belonging to him.

“Hey, psychoanalyst.” Lifting your head, you smiled at the sight of Maddy. Leaning into her side when she sat down on the counter beside you, her arm wrapping around your shoulders. “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

Out of all your friends, you were the youngest. The “baby” is what they liked to call you–Your own little nickname within the friend group. You were innocent to a lot of the bullshit that went on. Never did drugs. Never indulged in alcohol. And never had any real bad encounters with Nate. Sure, he wasn’t afraid to say he thought you being a “fag” was weird to him and he would never accept you. But even then, it was something so minor when the two of you had been tasked with a school assignment. He never made any comments further than that. There was mutual respect, even though you knew he was a dirtbag that needed to be put into the ground. But that was why you were the baby. They trusted you more than themselves with secrets about what was going on in their lives.

“Hmmm, nothing.” The unconvinced look on Maddy’s face made you huff. “Really. I just don’t like parties. You know this.”

She hummed, raising a brow. “You sure it’s not because your ex-boyfriend is staring at you from across the room?”

It was embarrassing how quickly you raised your head to look around. But Maddy found it highly amusing, no matter the sounds of annoyance you made. “Y/n, baby, you are a little puppy whenever Elliot is mentioned.” Maddy stroked your head, fingers gracefully running through your locks in a soft and delicate way. “Although I hate that Cassie and Lexi want you to get over him, maybe they’re right in this situation. I mean, I had to do the same to get over Nate.”

“But you still feel things for him?” You inquired, looking at her innocently.

Maddy sighed, rubbing your back. “Yea’, I still have feelings for him.”

There was a mutual level of understanding between you and Maddy that has been shared since last year. Both your exes broke your guys’ hearts and left you two to try and figure out ways to cope with the pain as they lived on. Now, unlike you, Maddy had to see and hear all about Nate. Who he was fucking, what parties he was going to be at, and the inevitable visit or text he would give. It was a twisted and unhealthy relationship you would never speak your mind to in respect of your friend.

But for you, Elliot was a blip in the system that was reality. There wasn’t a specific time that you could think back on when he was really around after the two of you broke up. You heard he was around town. Driving around at midnight, like the two of you used to do. Or he was at school where you would spot his bleached tips from down the hall before he disappeared for the rest of the day. And maybe there was some part of you that wished he would acknowledge your existence. Share the same hall when the two of you are going to your separate classes. But you knew Lexi would try to comfort you and say, “This just makes it easier to move on, Y/n. Never seeing him is a good step toward something better.”

“It’s just hard, y’know?” You muttered. “He just seems so close, yet so far. I can call him or text him, but I have a feeling he doesn’t want anything with me.”

“But that’s maybe how it should be,” Maddy speculated, grasping at straws of reasoning. “All things aren’t meant to be forever. A friendship, a boyfriend, a girlfriend- not everything works out until you find the person that just sticks.”

You stayed leant against her, watching the party ensue in front of the both of you. Only able to scoff at the reality check. “That’s a shit way to live.”

A steady laugh fell from Maddy’s lips as she pressed a kiss to your temple. “But that’s how it is and you either to accept that or continue living in the past.”

She hopped off the counter, sighing with a smile as she turned to you. “Now, are you trying to get your dick wet or sit here and mope over something you don’t have control over?” She inquired, a mischievous look in her eyes. Waving her arms in some sort of hypnotist act, making you unable to contain the smile. “C’mon, darling. Let’s go dance!”

With a groan, you took her hands, laughing when she pulled you in the direction of McKay’s living room which was packed with teens. And seemed from Maddy’s encouraging attitude to let loose or it was the realization that tonight could just be used to let go of everything, you embraced the freedom. Laughing at Maddy dancing against you sensually, brandishing a matching joyful smile to yours. You do the same with her, Maddy grabbing your hips and cheering you on.

These were one of those rare moments where you got to forget about the problems going on in life. Because even though you hated going to parties, you didn’t need drinks in your system to have fun. If you are with Maddy, your sisters, and even Fez, you felt allowed to shed the skin you had on back at home and just be yourself. Something so minuscule ended with it being so important to you when things became difficult or mentally demanding.

But across the party where your eyes gravitated, you could see him. Standing there with a cigarette between his lips and a red solo cup in his grasp. And his eyes stayed planted on you. His eyes were trying to portray something to you. Like a word about to be spoken but the sound of booming music cut him off.

And he looked good. The same long sleeve he let you wear countless mornings with nothing else underneath hung lazily off his slim figure. He wore the same semi-baggy sweatpants he’d have on when he played his guitar while you sat on your laptop on his bed and helped your mother with bills. The face tats were the same and still looked gorgeous on him. Everything about him screamed the same and something about that hurt you.

So much so that you had to make up some sort of excuse to Maddy. Ignoring her worried questions as you rushed out of the living room and outside. It felt like there were more eyes out there watching you, curious as to why you were uncontrollably sobbing into your fleece sweater.

“Y/n!” You could hear him calling your name. His Converse patted against the driveway as he chased after you. The intentions were simply unknown to you but you didn’t want to know. “Y/n, please just stop for a sec-”

No hesitation could be evident in your actions as you spun around, pointing and exclaiming, “No!”

Elliot’s eyes grew wide, raising his hands in surrender as your face twisted. Maybe it was the misconception you created that maybe you wouldn’t have to see him ever again, which you knew wasn’t possible. Maybe it was the close proximity of Elliot that made you scared to simply go through the pain all over again. Which made you shake your head/ “You- You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to talk to me!” You cried.

He sighed, hands dropping by his sides. “I mean, I didn’t know there was a manual-”

“Stop being a smartass, Ell!” You yelled in exasperation, silencing him. Placing a hand over your face, sniffling in an attempt to hide yourself or your heartbreak from him. But he only attempted to reach out, searching to comfort you. But you recoiled, weeping softly. “You didn’t change.” You whispered, almost as if you were finally realizing it for yourself. “You didn’t change your style of clothing. You didn’t get a new tattoo. You don’t have someone else you can call yours.”

“Y/n, I’m-”

Before he could even finish his words, Cassie and Maddy, who must’ve searched for you and came running when they saw Elliot, stood between the both of you. “Back the fuck up!” Maddy shoved Elliot back, who clenched his jaw, raising his hands once again. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Hmm?”

“I am leaving,” he replied honestly.

“Good. That means you stay the fuck away from Y/n, Elliot,” Cassie spat. “You’ve done enough damage.”

“Cassie, please-” You pleaded, trying to pull your oldest sister away, hoping to just leave as soon as possible and go cry where there weren’t curious teens gathered.

Yet, Maddy made sure to shove Elliot again, pressing her finger to his chest. “You stay away from baby and if I see you near him again, I’ll kick your head in,” she threatened. “Got it?”

Still, Elliot kept his hands raised and walked away. His eyes flickered to your glass ones before he turned and went back to the party. Leaving you to be escorted to the vehicle before Lexi came running after some sort of commotion happening at the party that called for Maddy’s and Cassie’s attention. Which left you in a cold and claustrophobic space with your second oldest, who simply held your hand as she drove.

And throughout that drive, all you could hear were her hushed reassurances. Ones that were meaningless to you in a time like this. But one stuck with you that either brought you realization or hope for the future.

“This is what it takes for us to grow, Y/n.”

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