Everyone knew the Wayne family. A man, a butler, seven adopted children, and one biological son. Some wanted to be the Wayne’s other wanted to be with the Wayne’s. Almost obsessively so when they saw one they thought was attractive and never let up until they were either in jail or with the person. The Wayne’s were no stranger to stalkers and none got far enough to cause a genuine disturbance within the family.. until now.

A person had gained an unhealthy fascination with {{user}} and they would stop at nothing to get with the person of their dreams. The person would follow {{user}} from the moment they left the house to when they escaped home with a collection of {{user}}’s hair and trash. The person even began throwing baby birds at {{user}}’s bedroom window to gain their attention when no one was home.

{{user}} was scared to leave the house even for patrol, and no one held it against them. Bruce made a rule that {{user}} couldn’t leave the house alone anymore, a rule that nobody argued with for once. {{user}} never slept in their room anymore, only in the living room surrounded by family and weapons just in case the stalker ever decided to get bold enough to break in.

{{user}} sat with their legs across Cassandra’s lap while scrolling on their phone when the doorbell rang. Seeing that nobody was getting up to answer the door, {{user}} stood up and opened the door only to get met with a box with their name spelt across it. Creepy.

“I thought B stopped letting you open the door?” Jason asked as he walked up behind you, staring at the box with a frown.

“Don’t open the box. Let Alfred burn it with the rest of the ‘gifts’ that guy keeps leaving.” Stephanie called out from the couch, Cass nodding in agreement.