When Our Shadows Disappeared
by HoneyDewed_LemonDrops
“Robin, report,” Batman, not Bruce, chimes, and Tim internally breathes out in relief. At least they’d gotten into the normal system, which meant they were free for the most part.
The person doesn’t fight him as he stares down at them. “I lost them,” He lies. It doesn’t matter. He tugs the device out of his ear and drops it. He hears it buzz and die when he steps on it. It doesn’t matter, the trackers are still live. If both Batman and Nightwing are free, he gives it about three minutes before one of them shows up.
He freezes when he meets their eyes, because they’re the same ones that look back at him in the mirror. No.
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Or: I wanted to write a Cass and Tim twin au because there’s tumblr posts of them but no fics and they’re so sosjsbrownanebrbr
Words: 8163, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 4 of Mostly Unconnected Batfam One-Shots
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen
Characters: Tim Drake, Jack Drake, Janet Drake, Cassandra Cain, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson
Relationships: Janet Drake & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: Good Parent Janet Drake, like I made myself like her when writing this, BAMF Tim Drake, Jack Drake is Not Tim Drake's Biological Parent, Tim Drake-centric, Janet Drake is Not Tim Drake’s Biological Parent, Cassandra Cain and Tim Drake are Siblings, Assassin Tim Drake, Good Sibling Tim Drake, Tim Drake is Not Okay, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Cassandra Cain, BAMF Cassandra Cain, Protective Cassandra Cain, Assassin Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Whump, Tim Drake is Not Red Robin, Cassandra Cain is Not Black Bat, Cassandra Cain is a Wayne, Hurt Tim Drake, Hurt Cassandra Cain, Cassandra Cain and Tim Drake Are Twins, Aged-Down Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake is a Menace, Dead Jack Drake and Janet Drake, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Functional Wayne Family, as in their relationships are fine and dandy and nothing is bad, protective batsiblings, that should be a tag fuck off, Yes beta we come back like all the robins, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Cassandra Cain Joins the Batfamily Early, French Tim Drake, Tim Drake Speaks French, Asian-American Tim Drake, hes technically Japanese but was raised in France, Jason is in this once, there is a planned sequel but idk if I’ll be able to do it, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, No beta we die like janet, for now
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Hi! i wanted to request a batfam where the reader is the youngest batsibling (maybe 14-15) and is nervous to introduce their first bf or gf to her family. they are all really confused why she's so nervous until they meet readers partner and realise they're the child of one of the gotham villains. eventually they realise that readers partner isn't evil like their parent(s).
Azalea Isley
WC: 2405
SYNOPSIS: Your girlfriend comes from different circumstances. You just hope your adopted family will look past her not-so-perfect family and open their minds. Maybe a flower can survive in a batcave? heh. maybe it’s just wishful thinking.
Pairings: GN!Reader x OC, GN!Batsib!Reader x Batfamily
Azalea Isley, or Zales, as you call her, has been your girlfriend for one year, two months and six days. You met back when you were 13 while on patrol. You ran into her when looking for her mother, Pamela Isley, aka, Poison Ivy.
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“Robin, search the North wing, S/N, take the South. I’m going to scout the middle. Ivy is tricky and has eyes everywhere. Stay vigilant and stay on comms.” Batman bluntly ordered.
After escaping Arkham Asylum, rumors of Ivy’s whereabouts were spreading like fire, er uh, forest fire. People were saying she had been spotted hiding out at her old workplace; The Gotham Botany Preserve. It’s abandoned now, but naturally, it was your job to investigate.
You discreetly made your way to the South wing, feet silently walking as you listened for any signs of Ivy’s presence. You made your way down the cathedral-like hallway. The cascading walls were covered in thick, dark green vines climbed up towards the ceiling, and weaved around the stained glass windows that lined the hall. A yellow hue of light came from the door that sat slightly ajar at the end of the hall. You saw a shadow fall over the crack in the door, so you pressed yourself against the wall and held your breath.
“I’ve got movement.” You whispered into your comm.
“I have eyes on Ivy.” Damian said. “Someone else must be here.”
“S/N, do not engage. We don’t know who or what that is. Fallback.”
“Okay. On my way to your location now.” Curiosity got the better of you and your actions contradicted your words. Bummer for Batman ig. You slowly pushed the door open and looked around. The abandoned greenhouse had been turned into a make-shift bedroom. Beautiful fully bloomed Bougainvillea spiraled down the pointed ceiling and sporadically grew against the green glass. Leaves littered the floor and petals fell as the door shook some of the vines. Honey yellow lanterns hung on the walls giving a golden warmth to the room, and a small bed was to your left, tucked away.
“Woah…” Your hands unconsciously dropped from their defensive form.
Letting your guard down, what a rookie mistake. Hard vines wrapped around your body and pulled you off the ground. You let out a yelp as your legs were pulled above your head and suspended you above the ground. The vines tied your arms against your sides and held your legs together, completely eliminating movement. You groaned as the blood rushed to your face.
‘Damn Batman would kick my ass if he found out that I disobeyed a direct order, AND got my ass kicked by some foliage while doing so. i kinda deserve this tbh.’ You thought.
Out of the shadows, stepped a young girl. She was about your age, roughly 5’ 6” and was beautiful. So beautiful that even the most thorough words on a page would be far too simple to describe the way she lit up a room. She had dark fuchsia hair that cascaded down her shoulders and fell to the middle of her back. Her green eyes and pale complexion matched that of her mother.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Her hands were shaking, as if they didn’t hold immense power. Still, she was scared of you. She wasn’t used to this by any means. She avoided conflict and violence as much as possible. Her mother hid her away, not that she wanted to leave. She was Rapunzel and wanted to stay Rapunzel. Though, her mother never lied to her about the horrors outside. Call it what you will, Stockholm syndrome, fear, truth, at the end of the day Azalea Isley didn’t like people.
But eh. Who cares? You had a smart mouth and beautiful women oftentimes made you run it as much as possible. You took a breath and began speaking calmly as to not startle her.
“My name is S/N. I am a hero. What’s your name?”
“You lie.” She spat. ‘oh’
“S/N is not a real name. Tell me the truth.” The vines tightened around you. You gasped out.
“I can’t tell you my name! Don’t your parents give you rules you can’t break? This is one of mine.” She contemplated your words.
“As you decide if I’m lying or not, could you loosen these? I'm dyin’ here.” She swallowed and reluctantly loosened the vines, but kept you hanging.
“I am Azalea.”
“Like the flower?” She gave you a pointed look. “Right. Sorry, dumb question.” Her face relaxed into a small smile.
“Momma says there’s no such thing as a dumb question. Only dumb people.”
“Ivy? Yeah, that’s fair. Will you let me down?”
“No.” She came closer to you and began feeling your face and hair.
“That’s fine.” You replied, your voice coming to a whisper.
“I have not met a person like you before, S/N. You’re very warm, and your face is turning pink.”
“That’s normal, don't worry.” Your eyes met hers with a stupid grin.
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Since then, you have met in secret every couple of days, both of your parents staying somewhat oblivious to your secret romance. Today was the day you decided your ruse needed to come to light.
Ow.
Your teeth bit through the skin on your lip. The anxiety of the entire evening was eating you alive. Your knee bounced under the table your family sat around in silence and anticipation.
“So, Y/N.” Bruce began. “Any specific reason you wanted this family meeting?”
Your eyes shot up to meet your adoptive father. You took a breath and decided it was best to be as blunt as possible.
“I have a girlfriend.” You crossed your arms. Your brothers held onto the silence for another beat.
“Oh it’s about time.” Jason said. “We’ve been waiting for you to come clean for like a year.” Your chest released the tension it held, and your face lost its color.
“What?! You knew?” Your eyes widened. How much did they know?
“Yeah, we kind of figured, N/N.” Tim said. You quirked an eyebrow. He shrugged. “Sneaking out without notice is hard to do in a family like ours. But we also figured you’d tell us when you were ready.” You nodded. They still don’t know though. Or they’re just being really cool. Nah, the batfam? No way.
“I invited her over for dinner tonight. I want you guys to meet her.” You fiddled with a leather bracelet. “I want you to have an open mind when you meet her.”
“Of course we will.” Dick said, putting a comforting hand over yours. You averted your gaze from the group as he held your hand.
“She means a lot to me.” cliché
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A few hours later, you were getting dressed. Zales didn’t have a phone, but you knew she was coming. You buttoned up your shirt and ran a hand over your face. Please go well. In all honesty, you knew it probably wouldn’t go well. But hey! What’s life without risk, eh?
The table was set and you made your way towards the foyer to meet Azalea.
She rang the doorbell, and diligent as ever, Alfred opened the door with a knowing smile to welcome her in.
“Hello Miss Azalea, and Welcome to Wayne Manor. We have been expecting you-“
“Zales!!” You ran around Alfred, enveloping your girlfriend in a hug. She laughed, and hugged you back.
She pulled away, but continued to hold your hand. She can feel your anxiety flowing off of you in waves. She turned back towards Alfred.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Pennyworth. I am sorry sweet Y/N here seems to get a bit too ahead of themselves sometimes.”
Alfred nodded, softly smiled and guided the two of you to the dining room. Azalea looked around at the grand manor. The wooden paneling that neatly lined up with the pristine carpet that was cleaned especially well in order to welcome a new guest courtesy of Alfred. <3 Talk about marrying into the right family.
“Allow me to fetch the others.” Alfred said before politely exiting.
She grabbed your hand.
“Regardless of what happens my love, it is all going to be okay.” You nodded.
As you reassured each other, a crash was heard from the other room. You cringed and the voices of your brother’s bickering rang out.
“Shut up replacement, outta my way before you get smacked the fuck up.” Jason began.
“You irk me.” Tim crossed his arms in a pout.
“Both of you, be quiet.” Bruce said, crossing the hallway to enter the room. As the five men looked up, you and Azalea stood. You gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Hi.” Azalea said, riddled with nerves.
“Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian,” You began, pointing each one out to her, “this is Azalea,”
“Isley, right?” Bruce said. His gaze hardened and his jaw clenched. The renowned Batman Glare™ didn’t make Azalea back down. She knew what she was getting herself into. So instead, she stood tall.
“Yes, Isley. My mother is Poison Ivy.” After another glaring standoff, Jason suddenly broke the silence with boisterous laughter.
“YES! This is so golden.” He reached a hand out to Zales. “Jason Todd, pleasure to meet you. I am the household headache.” Tension slightly died down in Azalea’s shoulders, she laughed and took his hand.
You loved Jason. He was an arrogant, loud, shoot-first-think-later person, but he was the most loyal person you knew. He always had your back, besides he’s seen his share of kids in bad environments. Hell he’s been there. He has no room to judge and never would.
Bruce continued to stand stoically. Dick smiled, and walked over.
“Hey! I am Dick Grayson, and don’t take whatever Bruce and Damian say personally, they’re always like that.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “Welcome!”
Dick was very motherly. He had his fair share of misfit kids in the teen titans, and Artemis stands to this day as one of his best friends. He has faith in people, and in you. Dick gave you a comforting pat on your shoulder.
“Three to go! Good luck, kid.” He walked past the two of you and sat down at the table next to Jason.
“Alright! Who’s next?” You clapped your hands together.
Tim looked around at the two most stubborn men in his family, or in the world, and then decided he should go next.
“Hey, I’m Tim.”
Tim’s reaction worried you to say the least. The uncertainty of how he would react made your stomach churn. At least you knew Bruce and Damian would be difficult. Tim, however, is usually open-minded. He is also protective. But above all else Tim wanted your happiness, besides, you’ve kicked his ass enough times for him to know not to worry about your safety. If you need help, you know where to go.
He took her hand and shook it. “You don’t need to worry about me. As long as you treat Y/N the way they deserve to be treated, then I'm no problem at all!”
Damian didn’t step forward when his time came.
“I don’t like criminals.”
“I am not a criminal.”
“By association, you are.”
“Oh shut up, Damian.” You snapped, coming to her defense. His eyes flew to meet yours, but he made no move in either direction. “Your mother is one of the most notorious assassins to ever exist, and your grandfather ran a league of them.” You crossed your arms. “You have no room to judge her about association.”
Damian huffed out of his nose and moved past the two of you with a resounding “Tch.”
Your eyes lit up and you spun around to your girlfriend.
“That was good for Damian!” You smiled excitedly. Damian might be a little rough around the edges, but he didn’t fight you. He is just looking out for you, and if you trust her, well, he still wouldn’t trust her, but he wouldn’t treat her as poorly as before. “Now! One more, the final boss.”
“Y/N.” He said.
“Bruce.”
“How long has she known our identities?”
“Like a year, and I only told her mine. She figured the rest on her own.” Eh. Mostly true.
He raised an eyebrow towards her.
“Hello.”
“Hi!!” She smiled.
“I don’t like your mother.”
“My mother doesn’t like you either, so it’s a good thing this doesn’t have anything to do with either of you.” She motioned between you.
Bruce hummed and moved forward. The three of you joined the boys at the table where dinner was served by the one, the only, the amazing, Alfred.
Dinner was awkward at the beginning, but whenever the conversation got moving it was easy. Your brothers liked her, it was Bruce who continued to be standoffish. However, he slowly, painfully slowly, warmed up to her throughout the night. Though it wasn't obvious to the naked eye, as Bruce’s kid, you saw his eyes soften every time you brought up a happy memory with her. She was making you happy, he knew that.
Dinner came to a close and the family was saying their goodbyes to Azalea. You stood by the door and hugged her.
“I’m so glad this went well.” You said, wrapping your arms around her. She kissed your cheek.
“Even if they didn’t like me, there wouldn’t be anyone’s opinion that could keep me from you.” You pulled apart, just as Bruce was coming down the stairs.
“Azalea. May I have a word in private before you leave?”
“Bruce I do-“
“It is okay my love. Yes sir.” Azalea motioned to the room over.
You sat on the stairs and tapped your foot, anxiously and impatiently. DAMMIT! So close to this going well. If he screws it up that would be major suckage.
When they returned, both had content smiles on their faces.
Azalea hugged you again.
“I will see you soon my love.” She then turned to Bruce. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, sir. It was a pleasure to meet your family.”
Bruce held up a hand.
“No need to thank me, the pleasure was all mine. Goodbye Azalea.”
She kissed your cheek.
“I love you.”
“Wh- I love you too- but what did you talk about?!”
Azalea laughed and cupped your face.
“Nothing much. Goodbye” She winked and walked out the door, a car pulling up outside.
“Bye I guess…” You held the door open for her, making sure she made it to her ride.
You turned to Bruce with an eyebrow raised.
He shrugged. “What? It’s my kid’s first relationship, I am not going to ignore that just because of their parents. Absolutely not.”
“Bruuuceeee, what did you say to her?” You groaned.
“I don’t remember.”
“Liar.”
He smiled and put a hand on your shoulder.
“Does she make you happy, Y/N?”
“Extremely.”
“Then I approve.”
“Thank you, Bruce.”
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A/N: tbh this was so fun to write. i ADORE botany (duh my username) and you gave me the perfect chance to use it in a fic! Great req btw i love the whole romeo-and-juliet-esc vibe of their relationship. Y/N and Azalea>>> fr flower power. thanks for the req! If you have anything else let me know!! <3 I’ve been out of town, but now that i’m back my writing can start back up! cant wait for more. Also mha fans should keep an eye out later this week!!
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