Yandere DC Bat Family X Omega Male

Chapter 4

*Basic yandere manipulation*

            Sock covered feet padded through the manner and a small hum accompanying the sound. I looked around the maze of doors, looking for my brothers. Brothers! I have brothers! I smiled at the thought. A giddy and fuzzy feeling going through me. I also have a name. Dad found my name! I smiled wider at the thought.

         Shaking my white sweater sleeves that hung lower than my hands. I looked between the doors, confusion filling my head as happiness still held me. My hands reached out and knocked on the dark stained door. I bounced on my heels as I waited. Loud thumps came from behind the door as the lightest thudding of feet could be heard coming to the door. The door opened up with a small gust as I was practically engulfed by the shadow of the person who stood before me.

The warm smell of a campfire and dark chocolate, and a hint of leather filled my nose. Staring up, I peered up at dark locks and two streaks of white that blended together perfectly. Noir eyes peered down at me and a small smirk grew on his lips.

"Darling? What are you doing here?" He chuckled at me. Leaning against the door frame in his black t-shirt, leather jacket, and black worn jeans. 

I grinned upon hearing my name. I jumped on my heels more, hair swaying with each jump. Jason's eyes gleamed watching me.

"I- I wanted to - to hang out." I stated smiling up at him. "We can do whatever just- just hang out together."

"Hmmm." He said with a small smile on his face. "I don't see why not. What do you wanna do?"

       He moved over, making room and inviting me into his bedroom. Dark curtains covered over the windows. No sunlight reached the room. Dark red carpet covered the hardwood floor as a big bed sat draped with dark black sheets that were tousled on the bed. I turned around to see Jason moving to close the door, and I clenched my hands together.

"Did, Did I wake you?"I whispered out, and worry flooded me. I don't want to bother them, to make them hate me.

"No, I've been awake for a while now, pipsqueak." His large hand patted my hair, ruffling it gently.

He lifted his hand and I also most whined. His hand was warm. He felt nice. Safe. I let myself pout as he moved around me grabbing one of the plastic sticks I've seen around and moved to get on the bed. I stood there until Jason looked back at me, smiled, and waved me over. I stood next to him confused at what we would do.

I squeaked out as I was lifted off my feet. Jason chuckled as his arm held me and we both plopped onto the bed. The room smelled exactly like what I smelled before. It seemed to make my heart flutter and dazed. Jason's arm seemed to flex against my waist as he sat us against what Mr. Alfred said was the head board. Sitting between his legs, his hard chest against my back, I watched him lift up the black stick and it clicked. Instantly the square lit up from across the bed, and other people popped up. Eyes wide I looked back at Jason.

"What's that?" I asked, voice hushed, glancing back at the people in the square.

Jason snorted, and kissed my head. And looked back at me. He smiled down at me, warm arms wrapped around me.

"That's a t.v. You never seen a t.v?" He asked me. A dark eyebrow raised.

I quickly nodded. Eyes meeting him, they seemed to dampen when I agreed to the statement. And before I could say anything, they gleamed once again with such fondness my chest warmed. Jason went on to explain what a t.v was and how i shouldn't believe everything i watch. He put it on this thing called a movie, as he cuddled me. Well that's what he called it when I asked what he was doing at least.