OK On Second Thought Maybe Yall Wouldn't Rlly Like This That Much LMAOO

Anyways I'm gonna do an acc make over lolololol should I go for yellow, green, purple, white, or blue?

Hello 👋 This is Shaima and his family from Gaza. Please help us evacuate to safety, complete schooling for our children and find a source of income after the destruction of what we own. We live in difficult circumstances and a difficult life 🙏🏼 ❤️ Please share and spread the campaign because I urgently need help and the matter is urgent. Because the campaign is going slowly, there is no water and little food. It is very difficult for us to get a little food. Please donate and please share. Shaima, Diaa and their four children. https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-shymaas-family-reunite-in-egypt?utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet&utm_medium=copy_link_all&utm_source=customer

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I'm in so deep it got me searching abt the long term effects of child neglect/abandonment💀 like I'm legit taking notes on several sites abt it😭 also got me studying character analysis of beth march I AM LOCKED IN LOLOLOLOL

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

Thank you sm!!

I don't think you copied anyone, I've read A LOT of Batfam fics on here, both yandere and regular neglected reader ones. While they all have similar elements, the plots and character development differ in each one. Of course one can inspire another, and that's fine that's the case for a lot of things outside of fanfic too (Uncharted/Tomb Raider w Indiana Jones for example). But I really think you're making your own unique work. I specifically enjoy you giving us insight to the batfam characters with their thoughts surrounding reader and how it's effecting their actions. I love your work, and look forward to reading more 😊

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Thank u anon🤍 this rlly means a lot to meeee thanks for appreciating my work. Have a great day!!

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You are one of the few remaining free souls now. 🫶

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Hey I wanted to tell you…

I LOVE YOUR STORY PLEASE CONTINUE IT! Not rushing you or anything! I just want you to know that I LOVE IT SO MUCH! It’s very yum yum! I need my food mother, mother I’m hungry for more Yandere batfam

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Thank u! Mother will provide as soon as she can

Let's freaking go

I want the next chapter to be long so yall are gonna have to wait for a lil bit for the next chap. I want to make it as long as possible for yall🫶

Heyy yall I'm alive lol this is my apology for ghosting yall😞 I've just been so busy with life lately. Anyways here's some spoiler and crumbs for the future chapters.

It was a story written in strands, cascading down your back—a tapestry of your neglect, woven in the soft, fraying fibers of childhood. Your hair had been impossibly long, Rapunzel-long (or near enough), a silent testament to years of being overlooked. There had been no one to brush it properly, to cut it neatly, or to care. So it grew and grew, unchecked and untamed, much like the chaos of your past.

When the day finally came that the scissors drew close, you shattered. They said it was to give you a neat appearance, to help you belong in a life that was new and different. But to you, it was like severing a piece of your soul, like tearing away the last shred of a self you barely understood. Your wails filled the room, raw and trembling, as their hands sheared through the weight of all you carried. They didn’t understand—the adults, the guardians, the well-meaning souls around you. To them, it was just hair. To you, it was every moment of neglect, every whispered plea for care that had gone unanswered. How could they not see?

Even as an adolescent, the shadow of that day followed you. A simple trip to the hairdresser became a daunting ordeal. You would sit there, clutching the arms of the chair, stammering and fumbling over your words as you tried to describe a haircut—any haircut—that would let you claim some control over the strands that framed your identity. Your mind screamed that it was just hair, but your trembling hands and racing heart told a different story.

And then there was them—your family, your supposed sanctuary. Dick and Damian in particular seemed to hold some unspoken reverence for the length of your hair. They liked it long, as it had been. They’d brush past you, their fingers ghosting along the strands, commenting on how it suited you, how beautiful it looked that way. They didn’t realize—or perhaps they did—that every time they admired it, they were admiring a relic of your suffering. They saw beauty where you only saw a scar.

The worst part wasn’t their ignorance. It was their insistence. When you begged them to let you cut it, to let you choose, your protests were dismissed as "tantrums" or fleeting whims. They didn’t understand—or wouldn’t listen—that this was your way of reclaiming what had been stolen from you. Each time they disregarded your pleas, it felt like you were being dragged backward into a past you desperately wanted to escape.

To them, it was just hair. To you, it was a chain. And every time they ran their hands through it, commenting on how soft it was, or how well it suited you, they unknowingly tightened that chain, leaving you to wrestle with the ghosts of a life you never asked for.

Dick liked it, in his eyes it was his way of caring for you. But under his muttered words he knew that it was because he liked the pleasure of treating you like a doll. His eyes dilated and his smile widening every time he brushes your hair and inserts little daisies across the smooth strands of your luxurious hair while he ignores your yapping (begging). Meanwhile Damian shares the same opinion he's less controlling. In a way that he'll let you trim it in summer, just enough for his satisfaction. But that doesn't mean he isn't as possessive as dick.

Lmao imagine the rest of batfam watching dick and Damian with wide eyes as you thrash and scream at their face like a feral little kitten while they ignore you as they dress your hair.