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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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The Secrets Best Left In The Dark

Batsis x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 4K Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Death

Author's Note: I thrive on angst, so I have no apologies for y'all. Enjoy! -Thorne

They’d never claim their eldest sibling was cowardly. Far from it, she put her life on the line every day, in and out of the suit, defending those she cared for with a strength that they’d never seen in anyone. But while everyone in their family was typically hot-tempered and ready for a beatdown, she was calm and quiet. Always kind, and never letting anger, or any type of other emotion show besides pleasantness. For a while, they merely assumed she was the doormat type, simply on the basis that she never argued with their dad over anything—the whole “It’s my way or the highway” and his way was what she always went with—and that made her seem like an alien surrounded by humans because everyone argued with Bruce. That, and the fact that whenever she got into the rare fight during patrol, she’d never hit anybody. She was trained to take down multiple combatants and not once did she ever punch, hit, or kick a single person.

It was practically abnormal to be in the Batfamily and never lay a hand on a criminal, and yet that was what their sister did. Hardly ever did she use force to get what she wanted, always relying on stealth. Even on the minute cases when she got caught in an infiltration and had to fight her way out, she used electrified gauntlets to subdue them, rarely coming to blows. So, in a sense while everyone in her family was an aggressive fighter, she was a defensive—or perhaps a passive one—and that’s how she acted in life too. Always passive by nature, but always playing the peacekeeper between brothers and between fathers and sons.

They never knew why she was such a way, from the stories that Diana and Clark used to tell, back when it was just their sister and Bruce, she was a whirlwind that got into fights with anything that dared breathe in her direction—apparently, she made her angriest siblings look like mice. But no matter how many times they pried or even asked Bruce (apparently, he didn’t know what changed either—and this was coming from the World’s Greatest Detective), she never talked about it, simply saying that she grew out of always being angry and wanted to be calmer.

They suspected she held a dark secret—but no one could’ve prepared for just how dark and damaging it had been to her all these years.

***

In hindsight, taking a trip into Scarecrow’s lab was a bad idea, but when the offer had come up in the cave from her father, (Y/N) was happy to lend a hand, knowing that with his recent injury, he wouldn’t’ve been able to get out there during the night. It was also amazing, in the twenty-seven years she’d been alive, and in the past nineteen years that she’d been a vigilante, she’d never seen her father take a break—she could count on one hand how many times he had, and even then, he was still working in the cave, so technically it wasn’t a break.

But after tangling with Bane and Croc, he’d broken a few ribs and after repeated complaints and worries from her, his sons, and Alfred, Bruce finally agreed to let his children handle patrol. Which is why when the quadrants of the city were split up between Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian, it left (Y/N) to pick up specific places that Bruce wanted checked out—she warmly agreed to do so. And while she was confident in her abilities to do everything, he asked of her, she should’ve called for backup when it came to infiltrating Scarecrow’s hideout.

***

Another vent went off above her and she ducked, eyes narrowing as she watched the orange fog, appearing blue through her detective mode, drift out. She would’ve sprayed it, but she’d used up all of her explosive gel covering the others. Now she simply had to avoid them and hope that her gas mask filtered properly—so far, it was. A shrill laugh echoed through the speakers above her, and shivers went down her spine.

Anytime now, Batgirl. You will fall too.

She frowned. “I’m not afraid of you, Doctor Crane.” Ducking under another pipe, she added, “I can help you if you’ll let me.”

Help me? Help…ME? You can’t even help YOURSELF!

Scarecrow had always been a talker, much like the majority of the villains they faced, and he was looking for a rise. She came to the end of the corridor where the pipes met a brick wall and she sighed, searching for a way through. A vent covered the top right corner and she pulled out the grapple gun, pointing it at the grate. She pressed the trigger and it latched onto the metal bars; grasping the cord, she yanked as hard as she could, stepping backwards when it fell, hitting the ground with a clang.

(Y/N) heaved herself up into the vent and crawled on her hands and knees, as quietly as she could, twisting and turning through the maze of confined metal. When she came to the end, another grate covered the exit and she pressed her foot against it, pushing until the bolts popped loose and she could slip out.

From the looks of it, if the advanced chemistry equipment were any help, she’d ended up in Scarecrow’s lab. He wasn’t in sight, but that gave her time to look around and see if he’d changed any formulas recently. She raised her wrist and tapped at the blue screen, taking a moment to run a program. When it beeped, (Y/N) sighed in relief and reached up, pulling the gas mask off—the air was clean.

She set the mask down on the counter and put a finger to her ear. “Batman, do you read me?” His voice came through a moment later.

“I read you Batgirl. Loud and clear.”

“I’m in Doctor Crane’s lab,” she said, poking around at the notes he’d scrawled out. “I don’t see anything new. The formulas all look the same.”

“Compounds?”

She frowned and read. “Honestly, it’s a bit hard to decipher. His handwriting is a lot like Red’s when he’s had one too many energy drinks.” A quiet huff came from over the line, telling her that he was amused. “I’ll send you pictures of it and see if you can.” (Y/N) snapped a few photos. “Get ‘em?”

“Just now,” he replied, and she walked over to one of the lit Bunsen burners.

“Looks like he’s got something brewing right now though,” (Y/N) leaned over and peered into it, careful to avoid any steam that was rising.

“Recognize it?”

She paused. “It’s not the usual stuff he’s got. It looks almost golden and—”

All at once the dish exploded and she had just enough time to cover her face from the shattering glass, letting out a gasp as she recoiled.

“Batgirl, what happened?”

(Y/N) coughed and waved a hand, and when her hand appeared double, she breathed out in shock. “Oh no,” she whispered.

“Batgirl, report.” She hurried to the exit of the lab as Scarecrow’s cackle sounded overhead.

“I’ve been hit with a blast of toxin.” Pulling open the door, she fumbled with her utility belt then let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong?”

(Y/N) shook her head and weaved down the corridors, the faster she got to her bike, the faster she could get back to the cave.

“I don’t have any anti-toxin on me.” She pushed against the doors and stumbled out into the cold and rainy night. Her mind was already beginning to fog over as she climbed onto her bike, and she barely had enough focus to keep it steady while she programmed it to auto-drive.

“I’m sending one of the boys to you.”

She grunted and lifted her foot as the bike revved and shot forward. “Don’t. I’ve already programmed the bike to the cave’s coordinates. I’ll be back in less than fifteen minutes.”

“You won’t make it that long.”

(Y/N) groaned as the lights began to flash around her and she saw faces and images passing her. “I just have to…focus.”

Horns blared around her as the bike weaved in and out of cars and she held onto the frame with all the strength she had. His voice started echoing in her ears and she shut her eyes, trying to block it out.

You could’ve saved me.

Another groan escaped her, and she heard, “(Y/N), talk to me.”

She shook her head. “I can’t—I have to—focus now.” But with every passing second, his voice got louder and more insistent.

You let me die. You watched me die.

(Y/N)’s eyes filled with tears and they dripped down her cheeks. I tried to save you. she thought, hoping it would suffice, but she knew it wouldn’t. I tried so hard to. The last thing she remembered was turning onto the street that led to the cave.

***

Bruce was already pushing away from the Batcomputer when the boys arrived back at the cave, Dick and Damian from the Batmobile, and Tim and Jason from their own rides. Knowing that their father wasn’t one to sit around, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to be moving, but with how quick and worried his movements seemed, they knew something was wrong.

Dick pulled the cowl away from his face and asked, “B? What’s wrong?”

Bruce didn’t respond at first, hurrying towards the medical station they had. “Your sister was dosed with fear toxin and she doesn’t have anti-toxin to counteract it.”

Jason, who’d already taken his hood off, was already in the process of putting it back on. “Let one of us take it to her.”

Their father shook his head, rummaging for an antidote. “She’s coming back here.”

“Here?” Tim repeated, striding over. “Fear toxin works within seconds on normal people, minutes for us.” He looked at his brothers. “She won’t have enough time to get back here and not be under the effects.”

Bruce nodded, focusing as he poured a vial of glowing green liquid into the needle gun. “I know.” He looked at Tim. “That’s why I’m getting it ready for her.”

“Father, can we do anything?” Damian questioned, pulling away the domino mask from his eyes.

“Get ready to be on the defensive if she’s offensive,” he replied. “I don’t think she’ll hit anybody, but you never know.”

“She can’t hit that hard. (Y/N) only weighs—” Jason cut off as the rev of an engine cut though the air and they turned to see their eldest sister coming in on a sleek black motorcycle, that was shaking badly.

“(Y/N)!” Dick yelled and the bike suddenly shifted and toppled sideways, throwing her from it. It slid across the cave floor in a hail of sparks, metal, and plastic flying in every direction as (Y/N) rolled too.

They started running towards her, hoping to stop her when her back collided with one of the glass cases that held their suits, and she went limp.

Bruce reached her first, and knelt down, setting the antidote aside to check her first. The way she hit the case and with how hard, it was possible that she could be seriously injured—or worse.

“(Y/N)!” he called, hands coming to pull her away from the case. She whimpered and he let out a sigh—she was still alive. “(Y/N), can you hear me?” he inquired, reaching up to pull the cowl from her face.

Her brothers crowded behind him and they all stared in horror as tears streamed down her cheeks, and blood out of her nose.

“I’m sorry,” she bawled. “I tried to save you.” Bruce looked at her then grabbed the needle gun, bringing it up to her neck.

“Hang on, (Y/N). You’re gonna be okay.”

She grabbed his hand and cried, “I held on as long as I could, but my grip was slipping. I’m sorry I couldn’t hold onto you. I’m sorry I let you go. I let you die. I’m sor—” her sobs cut her off as she curled in on herself, and as if finally snapping out of a trance, Bruce pulled his hand from her grip and pulled the trigger of the gun.

(Y/N) jerked as the needle entered her skin and they watched the neon green liquid in the vial emptied. She fell into whimpers and mumbles of “I’m sorry” before her eyes rolled back and she collapsed in Bruce’s arms.

He stared at her for a second, feeling numb at his daughter’s admissions. Whatever her fear had been, it’d been there a long time, and he had no idea what it was about. Sighing heavily, he drew his eyes to his sons, to Jason.

“Will you take (Y/N) to her bedroom while I get an IV ready?”

Jason nodded and bent down, picking up his unconscious sister. He tucked her head in the crook of his neck and looked at Dick. “Get the doors, yeah?” Dick nodded and hurried ahead of him, while Tim and Damian followed in suit.

Bruce was left alone in a matter of moments, and all he could do was rise to his feet and ready the medical supplies, all the while, thinking back on every night that (Y/N) had gone on patrol in the last nineteen years—and the last time someone died in front of her.

***

Her head felt like an overripe melon ready to burst, and that first moment of cracking her eyes open was the biggest mistake since she told her dad what ‘Thot’ meant. The second she opened them, she shut them once more, inhaling deeply through her nose as the fog started to clear from her mind.

“Queenie, hey, you’re awake,” Jason murmured, and she nodded, blinking a few times before his face came into focus, Dick appearing Tim appearing behind him.

“Go get dad,” Dick said to someone, and she figured it was Damian since neither Jason nor Tim moved.

(Y/N) started shifting, trying to sit up when Dick put his hand on her shoulder, gentle, but firm as he said, “Don’t try to move, Barbie.”

“Where’s dad?” she asked, craning her neck to see.

“Damian’s going to get him sis,” Tim answered, smoothing out the blanket covering her. “Just relax. You took a beating when you came into the cave.”

“I did?” she questioned, eyes widening in shock when they nodded, faces pinched with worry.

The ceiling light turned on just bright enough to give sight and they looked at Bruce who was coming in, Damian following.

“(Y/N),” Dick moved, letting Bruce take his spot, and he took her hand in his, running his thumb over the back of her hand. “You had us all worried.”

She frowned and exhaled heavily. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” She gazed between them, and something in their eyes made an emotion she couldn’t describe rise in her chest.

“Why are you all looking at me like that?” (Y/N) met Bruce’s eyes. “What happened?” Before he could answer, she gasped and looked at her brothers. “I didn’t hurt anyone, did I?”

A chorus of hurried, “No’s!” rang out and she sighed in relief, reclining back on the pillows.

“Oh, thank goodness.” She went silent, then started, “But…something did happen, didn’t it?”

Her brothers glanced between themselves then they looked at Bruce who sighed and squeezed her hand, drawing her attention to him.

“What?” she asked and when he said nothing, she repeated, “Dad, what?”

His steel blue eyes met hers and he murmured, “You were apologizing for…letting someone die.”

Whatever had flashed in her eyes that told them she knew exactly what they were talking about was shocking enough because Jason said, “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t wanna, Queenie.”

(Y/N) fell silent for a full minute and when she spoke again, her voice was quiet and the look in her eyes was far away. “Before Dick came to the manor it was just you and I patrolling Gotham. At eight, I wasn’t really let out of your sight, but one night I had wandered off while you were dealing with Two-Face.” She looked at Bruce. “I found an injured GCPD officer on a bridge. He had been tailing Killer Croc.”

She glanced at Tim. “His name was Grady Richards.”

Tim’s eyes fell to the tablet in his hands, and he tapped at the screen for a few moments, then read, “Hero cop Grady Richards honored after dying in line of duty. He fell off a broken bridge on Miagani Island.”

Bruce’s eyes found hers again. “He didn’t fall, did he?”

(Y/N) felt tears grow in her vision and she shook her head. “No…no he didn’t.” Inhaling deeply, she recounted, “Croc came back and there was no way either of us could’ve taken him, so we ran. And Croc chased us.” She shut her eyes, remembering the night.

***

Fear pulsed through her veins as she sprinted as far away from the overgrown crocodile as she could. The GCPD officer was ahead of her, but he stopped and spun around to see her.

“Hurry!” he yelled, pointing back to the car. “Get to the cruiser!”

She spared a glance over her shoulder, eyes going wide when she saw Killer Croc picking up one of the concrete guards.

“Duck!” was all she heard, and she hit the ground, watching as if in slow motion as it flew overhead, then smashed into the top of the cop’s car, glass and metal shattering under the pressure.

Someone grabbed her by the back of her suit and hauled her up, slinging her behind them, and the back of the GCPD officer’s uniform came into view.

“Start running, Batgirl! And don’t stop!” he yelled, and when he has his sidearm drawn, he looked down at her. “You’ve got as much time as I have bullets.” He turned, opening fire, and she took a moment to stare before scrambling to her feet to start running.

A cry of pain sounded behind her, and against her better judgement, she turned and looked, gaping as Croc’s arm sent the officer flying. He hit the guardrail and collapsed against it and her feet were moving before she could stop them.

The first punch went to the back of Croc’s knee and she knew it had to have hurt her more than it did him because he didn’t even flinch. But when those glowing yellow eyes peered down at her, she knew she was in trouble.

“Looks like I’ve got an appetizer for the night!” he laughed and reached for her, but she ducked and rolled out of his way, standing in front of the wounded GCPD officer, who weakly looked up at her.

“What are you—doing? I told you…to run.”

She couldn’t beat Killer Croc, and she knew it, but she shook her head and stared down the villain before her.

Croc’s attacks were wide and though she was small, she was pushed to her limit rolling and dodging every one. After a few moments, she was practically dead on her feet, huffing as her lungs begged for air. She kept wiping away the rain that splattered against her mask and on a particularly unlucky step, she found herself slipping.

And it was all the opening that Croc needed because he swiped at her and she flew backwards into the officer who’d managed to stand, just barely. Colliding with him tipped his balance and they went over the guardrail, barreling towards the ground.

She reached out as fast as she could and grabbed hold of the metal beam that ran the length of the under bridge, crying out in pain as it pulled the joints and bones. Her other hand gripped the officer’s and she held on tight. Croc leaned over the bridge, apparently not seeing them because his footsteps went off in the opposite direction, leaving them in silence.

Time passed and she wasn’t sure how long, but both her arms were getting tired, and she looked down at the officer.

“Sir?” she called, and he looked up at her. “You have to climb. I’m starting to lose grip.”

He tried to reach up but let out a cry and grabbed his side with his free hand. Pulling his hand away, she saw the crimson dilute with rainwater.

The hand that held the ledge began to cramp and she started hyperventilating. “Please, you need to hurry! I can’t hold on much longer!” Again, he tried, and she looked down at him as her fingers began to shake.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered and let go of his hand, and the last thing she saw until he hit the ground was the sight of his eyes, wide with fear and pleading.

***

“I watched his head explode when he hit the ground,” she said, tears pouring down her cheeks as she stared out the window, watching the rain hit against the glass. “I had to make a choice. Either both of us died or one of us lived.” (Y/N) looked at Bruce. “And I chose my life over his.”

No one could believe their ears at the story she’d told, but suddenly, the self-sacrificing attitude their sister had, the way she’d bend over backwards for anyone, made perfect sense—she did it out of atonement, for a wrong she carried since she was eight years old.

“I pulled myself back up onto the bridge and I ran as far as I could and didn’t look back,” she said. “I kept my mouth shut when the paper ran his story and never told anyone about it.”

(Y/N)’s breath shuddered. “I just pushed it down as far inside me as I could and tried to forget about it.” Her eyes met Bruce and she tearfully stated, “But every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face.”

He leaned forward and took her hand. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked softly, dark brows furrowed in hurt.

She swallowed thickly and shook her head as she replied, “I killed someone that night. I was terrified about what you would’ve said. About what you would’ve done.” He gazed at her and (Y/N) whispered, “I’m sorry, dad.”

Bruce dropped her gaze and took a deep breath before murmuring, “It was just an accident, (Y/N).”

“I let go of—”

“I would’ve been more upset having to bury my daughter,” he interrupted, and she fell silent, gaping at him. He searched her face and reached up, placing a hand on her cheek. “I understand why you kept this secret, but you should’ve come to me, (Y/N).” Shaking his head, he added, “You didn’t deserve to be buried under this for nineteen years.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, lowering her head and Bruce shook his head in response.

“No, I’m sorry.” When she met his eye, he continued, “I’m sorry I didn’t know you were carrying this. Then and now.”

(Y/N) swallowed and rested back against the bed. “I send his widow money on the anniversary of his death. I slip it into the pension she’s given.” She let out a sigh. “It’s the only way I’ve found that I could sleep at night.”

Her eyes drifted to the window and Bruce placed a kiss to her forehead. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.” She nodded and before he left, he said, “And when you feel up for it, we’ll see about setting up a fund in his name.”

She wished it didn’t make her as emotional as it did, but silent tears dripped down her cheeks as the door closed, leaving her and her brothers alone. They gathered on her bed, leaning close to offer their support, and she was thankful for them doing so. And for the first time in nineteen years, when (Y/N) closed her eyes, she didn’t see Grady Richards’ face.

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riseofnightwing · 4 years

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Body to Body - Dick Grayson Imagine

summary: Dick and the reader loved each other for so long, but nothing was ever said to each other. Somehow, life found a way to make them finally say each other the truth when he almost lose her.

pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

warnings: *Smut*, mention of death, a bit of angst maybe?

*** Y/S/H/N is your super-hero name.

notes: i hope you all like it.xx and a special thank u to my partner in writing @boyy-wonder-grayson

“Y/n, can I ask you something?” Dick said looking intently at you as he took a sip of his beer. Only the two of you remained sat in the table.

You both loved long conversations, talking about life, and Bruce; about things you’ve already seen in life and tonight was one of those nights.

Just two best friends enjoying a quiet night.

You've been crushing on Dick for as long as you can remember; the way he would always be a gentleman to you, helping you in every little thing you needed,and his smile, oh his smile was breathtaking. You needed to do your best to pretend you were not in love with him.

You weren't sure about how he felt about you, buy the way he always treated you gave you hope that someday,maybe he will confess his undying love for you.

“Yes, wonder boy. Tell me” You replied

“Why do you always defend me? I’m not a saint, you know?” he took other sip of is beer

“I have my fare share of bad moments, but you were still the one who stood up for me, just like in that day with Hank and the whole Jericho affair. I deserved to be punished." He asked looking at you pointedly.

You didn’t know how to respond.

How much you wanted to tell him everything; that you did it because you loved him and you’d do everything you could to protect him.

But you were afraid he wouldn’t feel the same.

“Because I believe in you D. If you ever did something wrong, it was with a good intentions and nothing more than this. I know you enough to provei it"

You replied trying to repress the guilt you felt for not telling him the truth.

“So i guess i’m pretty lucky to have a friend like you" Dick answered truly happy to have you, but he surely expected something more.

Dick wished you could know how he felt about you. He loved you but he was afraid that he would lose you as a friend if you didn't feel the same.

And he couldn’t give it a chance of happening, even if it meant keeping his feelings buried deep down.

----

A week went by and tonight you had a date.

You were fixing yourself in front of your mirror, checking that everything was okay. You met a guy in the bar next to the tower, his name is Liam.

A week ago you decided that you needed to get drunk after you saw that Barbara Gordon sent Dick a text, they kept in touch even through everything and You felt like shit imagining that he could be with her.

So you did what you thought best. Get wasted, and that's how you met Liam. You had a good time with him, and by the end of the night you got yourself a date.You were in love with dick, but you had waited far too long. It was time you start living your life.

You wore a tight but elegant mini black dress with high heels and a purse. You made your way to the living room where Dick, Hank, Jason and Donna were.You greeted you teammates and went straight to the elevator.

“Wow, Y/N, you look amazing!” Donna said to you and you blew her a kiss.

"You going out?” Dick asked looking at you, at how stunning you looked.

“Yes, I should be back soon. It’s just a dinner” You smiled at him and his heart stopped, you were going out to dinner. And it wasn’t him who was going to be there with you. “Bye, guys.” you wave your hand and get into the elevator.

“Be careful” the brown haired boy said at the same time the doors of the elevator closed.

“You’re a dumbass, you know that, right?” Donna asked Dick.

“Why?” he asked playing dumb.

“Make a move man, or you’ll lose her for good” said Jason that was listening to the conversation.

The boy didn’t get the chance to reply because Rachel entered the room.

“Dick, Bruce's calling you" She said.

“Sorry guys,I have to take care of that" he said practically running out of the room.

“Saved by the bell, Grayson” Hank said and Dick chuckled.

The boy entered the room, and sat down to talk to his father.

“Hey Bruce, what’s up?"

“Hey son, I have something to tell you. Diana was in germany when she found out that Penguin have been causing trouble. He escaped prison and reopened the Iceberg Lounge to cover his acts.” Bruce said

“Dammit, not again" Dick said running a hand through his face in frustration.

“I know son,I know. That’s why I need you and Y/N to fly to germany today. we could use your help. I already took care of everything. See you later Dick" Bruce ended the call before Dick could answer.

Dick picked his phone and called you. Great he would interrupt your “thing” and for a minute he considered that maybe it wasn’t that bad, and the boy smiled to himself.

You were in the restaurant, In the middle of a good and calm conversation with Liam when you felt your phone vibrate on you purse; you looked down at the screen and saw his name.

Dick was calling and it should be important, otherwise he wouldn’t interrupt you, but you barely knew that he did it gladly.

“I’m sorry, Liam, I have to answer this call, give me a minute.” You told the man.

“Sure, no problem” He smiled reluctantly at you and you leave the table looking for somewhere to talk to Dick.

“Hey, Dick, what’s up?” You asked.

“Y/n, I’m sorry to interrupt but Bruce called, he need us to take a plane to Germany. I’ll tell you more when you get here.”

“Okay, i’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Fine. Be careful.” You wish he could stop being so caring about you so you could fall in love with him a little less. But it seemed impossible.

You came back to the table where Liam was waiting for you.

“Liam, I’m sorry, I believe i told you about my job as a nurse. Something come up, it's and emergency. I'll make it up to you okay?” You smiled at him apologetically. You couldn’t tell him about your hero life so you told him you were a nurse and that you had shifts to cover. Well, it was the best you could make up.

“Sure no problem” Liam got up and walked you outside where you both said goodbye and went on separate ways.

[8:50, Titans Tower]

When the elevator’s door opened, you could already see Dick with his bags ready.

“Hey Dick, i’m back. What was that about? Everything is okay”? You asked him.

“Bruce called he said Diana called him from Germany, Penguin escaped and it's being a pain. They need us there.” The boy told you

“By the way, I’m sorry for the interruption” Well, that part was half a lie because he was happy now that you were with him, but he couldn’t be that selfish, love isn’t 100% perfect, is it?

“Don’t worry. It’s not a big deal. We should go then, let me just pack some things. I’ll be right back.” You said walking to your room.

You and Dick were on your way to the airport. Passports and tickets were already in hands and also your coats. It was winter in Germany, and the weather was cruel.

“We’re supposed to met them in Sofitel Munich Bayerpost, we’re going to Munich.” He told you looking at you quickly and turning his eyes to the road again.

“I couldn’t expect less from Bruce. This hotel is the best one rated in Germany.” you said looking at your phone.

“Let’s just say he values our comfort.” Dick said with a smile. You smiled at him, resting your head on the car’s backrest.

[4p.m, Munich, Germany, Sofitel Munich Bayerpost]

You and Dick arrived at the hotel after 14 hours of flying, your noses had a shade of red from the weather that was absurdly cold, but inside the building things got a little warmer. You head to the room 809 where Bruce and Diana were waiting for you and Dick.

After one knock, a black haired tall woman opened the door.

“Hey guys, it was time.” She said hugging you and Dick.

“Hey, Diana, i missed you” You said.

“I missed you too, I’ll take you back with me to Themyscira when it’s over, I promise.”

“I think Dick wouldn’t like having her so far from him like this, Diana” Bruce said mockingly, which made Dick's face turned red.

“Dad” Dick says greeting him with a shake.

The justice league members explained the situation to the two of you; how it started and how it got to this point. The penguin built bombs in the Iceberg Lounge, that was supposed to be working as a nightclub.

The thing was: he planned to plant all of those explosives in the center of New York. But of course you wouldn't allow that.

It was early morning when Dick found that the place was located in a further spot in Munich. It was close to Lake Isar and a dense wood. The four of you suited up and left the hotel, heading to their location.

----

Bruce stopped the car away from there and you made the rest of the way on foot to avoid any kind of suspicion. Penguin needed to be caught red handed.

“Nightwing, Y/S/H/N, I need you two in the back. I believe they have a basement down there, Diana will deal with the guys on the first floor while i’ll go down. You two stay alert to my signal, I’ll tell you when it's time” Bruce explained simply.

“There's a bag hidden behind a marked three. It had everything we need in case of an emergency" The tall black haired woman explained to you both.

Everyone decided yesterday that it would be better if there was a bag with things the four would need in case something went wrong.

“Fine, be careful everyone, me and Y/S/H/N will stay here.” Nightwing assure the elders as they left.

Fifteen minutes have passed and and nothing. No news, nothing. You were about to complain to Dick when suddenly.

“Nightwing, it’s Batman, it’s a trap, there’s nothing here and the place is full of bombs, run, go”

“Batman, get out of there, where’s Diana?”

“Go, Nightwing” he told Dick and he looked at your with worry.

You started to run heading towards the south. Dick found the emergency bag covered in snow. You started running again and when you both least expected, you found a frozen lake. There was nowhere to go, you had to cross the lake or you both wouldn’t be able to run from the bomb.

“What do we do?” You asked.

“We gonna have to cross it” He replied and you noticed how the cold hurt your face. It needed to be quick. “Do you trust me?”

“In these”

“I’ll go first to see if it's safe,and then we keep going.” He proposed

“Fine, let’s do that” you agreed.

You were almost at the end of the frozen lake when suddenly you heard noise, when you both looked back to check what it was and you could see one of penguin henchman's.

He tried to shoot you, but instead he shot the frozen lake making the ice crack and you immediately fell on the river.

“Y/N” Dick yelled, he threw a batarangue at the guy and hit him right in the chest.

It happened so fast. The cold water embraced your body and pushed you further down. You didn’t have time to react, you tried to grab onto something but everything was water.

Dick yelled your name so many times, you could hear it, you prayed to God that he could save you, because you started to lose consciousness. With the last strength you had on your body you started to punch the ice so Dick could hear you.

And he did. He beat the ground until it broke and he pushed you out of there.

“Oh god, you’re alive. You’re alive, Y/N, don’t do this to me. Please” He hugged you.

The boy noticed you were unresponsive.he tried to give cpr but it didn't work. he wasn't getting scared the more it took you to wake up.

He would do anything to save you, he couldn’t lose you and he wouldn’t. So the next thing he did was grab you and the bag and head to somewhere safe in the woods. He found a space between the threes and he set up a tent.

“Here, come here” He helped you to get inside the tent. The fact that you and him were still in the costumes make it a bit hard to move in the little place. You were still unconscious, your lips were blue. You tried to move, you wanted to talk to him, to thank him

Dick thought about a thousand ways to help you, he was afraid you would die from hypothermia, there was only a blanket which was wet now. So he laid you down “Y/N, i’m sorry but i have to do this, I can’t let you die.” You tried to nod to tell him that it was alright, but you weren’t sure if it was enough to make him understand. So he did the only thing that seemed viable in the moment.

He took off his suit and then yours. When both of you were naked, he hugged you, placing you in his chest and covering you with the blanket. It was about body warmth, he was trying to raise you body temperature with his.

Time passed and you weren't sure how long have you two been like this, in his embrace. You started to gain consciousness and opened your eyes.

When you looked up to see his face, the boy was asleep. You felt the hotness of his body, the way you both were absolutely connected in this moment, you survived because of him. God, you never thought you could love someone like this.He felt your move and woke up.

“Hey, you’re awake” he smiled softly, still embracing your body with his arms and it was so good that he couldn’t let it go.

“Dick, kiss me” he look at you with questioning eyes. You only nodded. You wanted this, you wanted it right now.

So he kissed you. The snow kept falling from the sky and you were pretty sure it was freezing out there, but the warm rising between you and Dick was bigger. So much bigger.

He kissed with the passion that’s been building up for the past years. He didn't want for something like this to happen to confess his feelings but here you were. And right now he just wanted to love you like there was no tomorrow.

The kiss turned hotter and hotter and he touched you gently hearing you moan softly, reacting to the movement of his fingers. You were facing each other when he switched the positions and now he was on top of you, looking at you deeply, his hands made its way to your breasts, caressing them gently, and he moaned in your mouth when he kissed you.

The weight of his body on top of yours accelerated your heartbeat in an indescribable way, you placed your hands around his neck intensifying the kiss. Dick tightened his hold on your waist. He kissed your neck sending shivers through your body. He thrusted in you with strength and a loud moan escaped from your mouth. You’ve waited so long for this, and now it felt like your bodies were made to be together.

“Am i hurting you?” He asked, looking in your eyes. his voice laced with pleasure.

“If this is hurting, I don’t even wanna imagine when you start caressing me”

He smiled at you and you involved your legs around his hips with more strength than before with the hope of pull him even closer to you as he placed his lips in your neck trying to muffle his moanings.

“Dick” You called his name when you were close to your climax.

“Fuck” the boy said as he came soon after.

“I love you” He said kissing you face. He looked at you with such intensity that you believed he could see through your soul. Your heart was beating faster while the rest of your body remained numb by the pleasure. Dick laid by your side breathing heavily

“I love you, Dick” You looked at him and said “I love you" Finally saying you loved each other brought a feeling of freedom to both of you. The brown haired and sweaty boy smiled at you and pulled you closer, you nestled in his arms.

“I’m sorry I took your clothes off, I couldn’t lose you so I tried to warm your body.” His said with guilt.

“Hey, don’t apologize for saving my life.” You touched his face

“So you’re saying that i’m like your guardian angel?” he asked you smiling

“Kind of. But i bet that if the angels start being like you, heaven would be way more fun” You replied to him and you laughed together.

“I’d have done this a thousand times if it meant i would have you alive, with me.” he said “Tonight was the best night of my life”

“Just like mine” You told him and you finally let your body rest, sleeping in his warm and comfortable chest.

After looking at you tenderly, Dick also fell asleep, he would wait until morning so both of you could walk to the car and leave. He was sure Diana and Bruce found a way to leave, so he felt okay with it for this night.

Maybe you would never be able to explain, how safe you felt with him. You fell in love with your best friend, with the one who accepts you at your worst, the person who knows you better than yourself. And somehow, in this moment, he managed to keep you with him forever.

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Okay, so I said I’d upload part two once the first part got ten notes beyond myself and @fire-fira, so here we go! Read part 1 [here]

“Bart, I want you to remember that this necklace means I will always be here for you, even when I’m not physically here, okay?” Laga said. “I’m always here for all of you.” Bart touched the side of Laga’s face where the tooth had been knocked from, his small, childish hand gently exploring the odd feeling of where the skin dented in rather than out. “But it hurt you.” “When am I not hurt?” Laga chuckled, trying to hide the wheezing cough that came with that. “I’m getting old, Bart. If I had stayed in the water, I might still be energetic, I knew plenty of kisegra the age I am now who moved as if they were younger than your father, the Flash. But the sea water was poisoned, or so we’ve been told, and Atlantis is gone. If I’m not in physical pain, my heart aches for all the lives lost in this battle. For all the friends I won’t see until I die.” Laga ran a scaled hand through Bart’s hair, surprisingly soft and clean for the setting they were in. “Maybe someday, the second Kid Flash will go back in time and stop this all from happening, and then get to watch me grow up without growing old so fast. Maybe he’s in this room. Maybe he and the Blue I knew will admit that they were head over heels for each other this time.” “So, Kid Flash the second killed the person he loved, because he thought it would stop the Bugs but it just gave the Bugs more power?” Bart clarified, confused. “Yeah.” Laga shook his head a little. “But the past is the past, and I can’t change it. All I can hope to do is improve the future. If we can get someone to the green lantern corp and say that the Reach is no longer welcome, they’ll drive the Bugs away for us, if Hal, Guy, or John are still there, they might even be able to rebuild parts of our old society.” “Buuuuut, if a Speedster travels back in time, they could stop this, right? Before it all happens?” Bart countered. “Maybe. If they don’t cause it. I think the first thing a Speedster would have to do would be to save your grandpa.” Laga smiled slightly. “Barry was a nice man, so very kind, even to his villains. He might be surprised if a kid showed up in a time travel pod, claiming to be his grandchild, since he and Iris never planned to have kids, but if they were to show up before February 28th, in 2016, they could quite possible stop the On Mode Nathanial from killing him. You know Nathanial, don’t you?” “Neutron? Yeah.” Bart nodded. “He’s nice. He wears a collar though, why?” “Because his metagene would kill anyone and anything that got close enough to talk to, and that would be a very lonely life.” Laga explained. “Sleep now, my child of the warm current, tomorrow I’ll teach you all some magic.” .*.°.*.°.*. Laga did teach the kids a little magic the next day, he managed to make them all the tattoos needed for basic hydrokinesis, and over time, he taught them how to extract water from the ground and air around them. He also showed them a couple games to play with the water, they made up some more. Even the speedsters joined, and everyone had a great time, until the Bugs showed up again. “Run.” Laga ordered, scooping up the toddler, Static Shock’s grandkid. He put her in Yajri’s arms. “Run!” A couple other adults, Shock’s son, Nathanial, Jason, Damian, Longshadow, and a young man with fire powers, ran with the kids, keeping them somewhat together, and shooting things at the Bugs that tried to follow them. They ran inland. Not even the Bugs dared to go to the desert of inner America these days, and there were rumors, that Don hadn’t had time to check out, of an oasis in the Rockies. Maybe they could get the kids there in time. Maybe. Greta Hayes popped up in front of them, and led them through a twisting maze of tunnels, possibly made from ruined buildings, and to the desert. “Secret.” She said, apologetically, and waved a hand. “Sorry.” Replied another ghost, one that Laga barely remembered the voice of. “Sorry.” The second ghost repeated, shrugging apologetically at Laga as he turned to see him. “Jaime.” Laga said. “I- if we knew what he was planing…” The male ghost raised a hand to stop him. “Sorry.” He repeated, looking a little annoyed, he then waved the hand in a “don’t worry about it” type of gesture. “So you’re Jaime.” Jason tilted his head at the ghost. “Cool.” “Sorry.” Jaime growled a little, and stepped away from the exit, where he’d been standing. “Do we follow him?” Fred asked. Laga nodded and got his small mob moving again. “Thank you, Greta.” “Secret.” She smiled sadly, and floated over to Bart momentarily. “Secret.” She ordered him. “Secret.” “Sorry.” Jaime repeated, and made the classic “follow me” wave. Once they were out of the cave and following Jaime, Laga tried to ask, “Was it really him? Did he really do this?” The teenaged ghost smiled sorrowfully at Laga and shook his head. “Sorry.” He said, then looked at Jason. “Hey, man, I don’t do that whole thing anymore.” Jason said. “Besides, you know I can’t say that stuff here.” “Soooooo-rryyyyyy.” Jaime snorted. “No.” Jason said. “Fine. I’ll translate for the ghost.” Damian snorted. “He’s saying that in this time line, yes it was who you don’t want to believe, but soon, one of these times around, it won’t be.” “Oh.” Laga looked stricken. “I- I’ve done my best so far.” “Sorry.” Jaime added, oddly chipper. “Sorry!” He threw an arm out, halting most of the group. “He said that the B-the person from this version didn’t have any magic, so that might be the tipping point. Oh, and, the ash up ahead hides a trap, but he’s not sure quite where.” Damian added. “Maybe start with the relevant information first next time?” Static’s son said, currently using his lightning to help get out of a pit he’d fallen into. “I almost landed on spikes down there!” “Sorry.” Jaime rubbed the back of is head, blushing. Then he looked out at the planes in front of them, speculatively. “Sorry.” He added, and Beetle like wings sprouted from his hoodie as he took to the air. A couple kids yelped and jumped back at that. “What’s he doing?” Laga asked Damian. “He’s going to get someone from the oasis to lead us, it might take them a little to get out here, even if they still have cars?” Damian looked shocked. “I haven’t seen a car in decades.” “So, do we hang out here or back in the caves?” Longshadow asked. “We hang out anywhere we can find water.” Laga declared. “Jaime will be able to find us. He’s smart, even without his second brain. He knows I was born and raised under the waves.” “They air is dry here.” Said a ten year old girl that had a water metagene, the magic only gave her another outlet for it. “I can’t feel water for miles.” Laga frowned. “Thank you, Lotus.” He said. “Jacky, you can feel the ground, can you lead us over the path to the other side of the traps?” “I can try.” The blind twelve year old agreed. “Single file, behind me.” He added. The adults were interspersed throughout the group, and carried the youngest. Bart was at the back, his elder sisters were somewhere closer to the front. Bart memorized everything about their walk, feeling that he’d need to do it again later, but unsure as to why. Passing the pits took several days. They had no food, and no water. A large vehicle was waiting for them at the other end, a young blond woman sitting behind a strange wheel at the front. “No way!” She gasped upon seeing them. “You survived! Kraken!” “Cassie? You’ve hardly aged a day!” Laga gaped, he wasn’t doing too well. In fact, the moment Jacky made it clear that it was safe to not follow him anymore, Laga crumpled to the ground. “Neptune’s beard, I pushed too hard.” He said. “No! Not now!” The woman, Cassie wailed. Bart zipped over to Laga, skidding to a halt next to him, on his knees. “No! No! I just got you back, no!” She started to sob, flying out of the vehicle to kneel next to Laga. “Please, please, you’re the last of my old friends, don’t you die on me too!” “Tim’s still out there, last I saw.” Laga croaked. “Wondergirl.” Jason said, stepping forward. “You know what has to happen. Get the kids to the oasis.” “I’m not leaving uncle Laga.” Bart said, hugging the man. “If he’s not going to make it to this oasis place, I’m not going.” Cassie hiccuped, largely ignoring Bart to speak to Jason. “You’re right. I’m not sure who you are, but, you’re right.” “I’ll stay too. I have to make up for my past sins.” Nathaniel said. “I’m going to the oasis.” Longshadow said, shaking her head. “I love Laga, he raised me, but I need food, water, and rest. So do the kids.” “Get in the car.” Damian ordered. “All of you.” He started lifting kids up into the vehicle. “Miss Cassie-“ “Bruce?” She asked, confused. “No. I never met him.” Damian’s lips drew tight. “Mother never told him I was even conceived, not long after he adopted Nightwing.” “Oh. I’m so sorry.” Cassie said. Damian shrugged. “Call me the first of many who lost their parents to the Bugs, I suppose. Anyways, get the kids, Longshadow, and Hawkins out of here.” “Yes, sir.” She agreed. “Kraken, I’m sorry. Say hello to the others for me.” “Of course, Wonder…woman.” They smiled bitterly at each other, and Cassie planted a fraternal kiss on his forehead, before going and showing the kids and adults that were leaving how to buckle a seatbelt. Bart lifted Laga up to see the others leave, and he managed to wave goodbye. Cassie had left some snacks, water bags, and a small blue sphere. “The cure.” Nathanial said, shocked. “A metagene inhibitor.” “Food!” Bart said. “Laga, do you want the water?” “No, I’m too far gone. You eat it.” He croaked. There was an explosion in the distance, where the others had gone. “I hope that wasn’t the car.” Damian murmured. “Bart, don’t.” He added, when Bart got in position to run and check. “Please, leave us the hope that it wasn’t them.” Bart grimaced, but sat back down, pulling Laga’s head into his lap in a crude mockery of all the time’s he’d sat in Laga’s lap. “Eat, Bart.” Laga said. “Please.” “Okay, uncle Laga.” Bart agreed, and started to eat. The others all ate some of the food too, and Jason put the rest in his bag. “Bart, could you sing for me?” Laga asked. “You have such a sweet voice.” Bart nodded. He hadn’t drunken enough recently to have tears in his eyes but the pain still pulled the corners of his eyes tight as his lip trembled. “Sweet water child,” he sang in Atlantean, “Don’t be afraid. Sweet water child, I will stay right here. Sweet water child, I love you…” Laga reached up, and shakily brushed hair out of Bart’s eyes. “Promise me you won’t ever kill.” He croaked. “Okay, I promise. I’ll never kill anyone.” Bart pressed his forehead to Laga’s, supposedly a familial gesture for Atlanteans. “I promise.” “Thank you, eel.” Laga said, and closed his eyes. He was still breathing, but it was getting weaker. “Tell my dad I’m sorry, Sharkface.” Jason said, putting a hand on Laga’s bare, scarred chest. “And I’m sorry to you, too.” Bart pressed his forehead to Laga’s even harder. “Sleep well.” Jason pulled his hand away, and a spirit came out, a young Laga. “Well.” He said, and smirked slightly, before kneeling and putting a translucent hand on Bart’s cheek. “Well,” he repeated, softly, and Bart look up at him. Laga gently tapped his forehead to Bart’s, and then stepped back. “Sorry.” Jaime said, coming up. He put a hand on Laga’s shoulder. “Uncle Laga!” Bart tried to grab Laga’s wrist, but his hand went right through. “Don’t go, uncle Laga, please, I need you.” “Well.” Laga shook his head, apologetically. “Well.” His tone was gentle, far more gentle than any he’d ever used in life. “Sorry.” His friend added, and pointed at the clouds. “Sorry,” he said, insistently. “We don’t want to be here when the rains start. They’ll wash us down the pit and we’ll never get out. Come on, kiddo.” Jason scooped Bart up, and started jogging back over the pit. the ghosts of Laga and Jaime ran with them, leading the way when Jason was unsure. They went back to the caves, where Greta met them, and led them through different tunnels than before, Laga at her side, before he faded away. Bart wailed and cried without tears when that happened. And then they were in the ruins of a mountain, and Jason was looking around in horror and the other two men stood in silent confusion. “I heard it was gone but I thought that was propaganda.” He whispered. “No…” “Greta?” Nathanial turned to the cave system, but it was gone, entirely, and the ghost wasn’t there. “Great. She stuck us here.” “Then let’s build a time machine.” Damian said. To be continued

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