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Getting texts from Joker before and after running away (Mission gone Wrong!)

(Before running away)

🃏Joker: YOU FUCKING ALMOST MURDERED US!

♥️Y/n: I didn't mean too! I didn't expect Robin to sneak up behind me like that!

🃏Joker: You stupid Bitch! You're a fucking assassin! How the FUCK do you not know when there's a person behind you?

♥️Y/n: Don't Fucking blame this on me J! Your guys are the ones who actually messed this up! How the fuck did they not see someone coming right in front of them? Are they blind?

🃏Joker: WATCH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!

♥️Y/n: WHY SHOULD I? I ALWAYS GET CRAP FROM YOU FOR EVERYTHING I DO! IM SO FUCKING DONE WITH YOU AND YOUR SHIT!

🃏Joker: You're just saying this because it's on text! If you have the guts, say these shits in front of my face!

♥️Y/n: FUCK OFF!

🃏Joker: BITCH! BETTER RUN BECAUSE IM CLOSE TO YOU! IF I GET YOU, YOU'RE DEAD MEAT!

♥️Y/n: You fucking broccoli looking face! IM NOT FUCKING STAYING WITH YOU ANYMORE! FUCKING PHYCHO!Can't even kill the bat when he's right in front of you but can act tough when he's gone!

🃏Joker: You know what! Stay at my penthouse! I wanna see you! I'm sorry for putting so much pressure on you and calling you a bitch! It wasn't you, it was my guys who messed up!

♥️Y/n: It's okay! I'll wait for you!

(After running away)

🃏Joker: YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU SAID YOU'RE GONNA WAIT FOR ME! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

♥️Y/n: YOU STUPID IDIOT! You think I'm gonna stay and watch you kill me? That's bullshit! And I thought you were smart enough to catch onto what I was saying.

🃏Joker: Oh you messed with the wrong person doll! I'm not the one ANYONE including YOU should mess with. I will find you and make you pay!

♥️Y/n: Pay for what? For your gas? Fuck that shit I'm outta here! You ain't gonna find me because I'm not even in the same country as you!

(You are in fact in the same STATE as him!)

🃏Joker: Babygirl! You know daddy is sorry for what he did to you! Why don't you come back and play with him! After all, I'm the only one who can please you!

♥️Y/n: Fuck you asshole! Although I hate you, I would still love to Fuck you but looking into the future, it doesn't look like I'm with you anymore!

🃏Joker: I'm gonna find you, and make you mine after punishing you!

♥️Y/n: I'm not fucking Harley to stick around with you after all the abuse! You can't find me! Until then, peace out Joker!

(No hate to Harley Quinn❤️💙)

🃏Joker: See you soon Babygirl!

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