#stephanie brown x fem!reader

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heyyyy ryyyyy <333

since ur requests are open i thought id go ahead and ask if you're mayhaps open to anything for batmom? i don't have a completely solid idea but maybe smn like batmom has been getting threats or maybe hate or smn from somebody and everyone's reactions and how they get hella protective?

obv no pressure and you definitely do not have to write this

hope you have a great day bb

Heyyyyy, so this grew hands and wrote itself, I hope you enjoy it. It did end up with a lot of backstory.

Earned Position

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You knew this would happen. Once your relationship with Bruce got out there would be an influx of love and hate. You also knew that everyone else knew that as well. It was common knowledge than anyone around a celebrity of sorts would experience that. 

Of course you did the normal things, turned off most notifications and only looked through areas online you knew would mostly be safe. You blocked tags and and only followed people you knew or ones who didn’t post about drama. 

When you did stumble onto hate, you moved on. If someone kept sending you nasty messages you blocked them, when they made other accounts to keep sending the same things, you changed your settings so only those you followed could message you. 

It wasn’t something you wanted to deal with but it was something you could handle. Something you started mentally preparing yourself for when Bruce’s attention on you lasted more than 4 dates, even more so when you caught yourself daydreaming about him.

You were not going to let random bitter people on the internet destroy your happiness like they did their own. Your family however, wanted to destroy what was left of your haters' happiness. Something you were trying to curb, but trying to tell a family of vigilantes who considered you the best mom in existence not to destroy your haters was like talking to a brick wall. Over the years, you had gotten used to it. It barely even registered anymore. But there had been a recent influx of the hate and while it didn’t bother you, it bothered the rest of your family. None of them could stand people talking bad about their mom.

While you hadn’t been there while the older ones were young, the second you had introduced yourself to them, you had taken a very important role in their lives. None of them realizing it at first. All of them had gotten used to the random women Bruce brought home that it took a little while for them to realize how important you were. 

Dick wasn’t sure at first. Thinking you were just another girlfriend that wouldn’t last long. So he didn’t really interact with you much. Ignoring your existence when it wasn’t too rude, or at least obviously rude. Until one night when he was staying at the manor and had a nightmare about his parents death. 

Bruce had an open bed policy. As long as there was still room for him, his bed was open. A policy he had started when Dick had gotten old enough he was worried he wouldn’t be allowed to go when he had a nightmare. Bruce had always reminded all his kids, that nightmares don’t go away just because you’re older and that needing comfort wasn’t something they would outgrow. 

The thing was, you were there. Girlfriends didn’t mind when children did it but they never liked it when his adult kids did it. The shaking in his hands and the way he saw them fall in the darkness of every blink told him the only way he was getting any sleep was with someone. 

Hopefully he could just slip into Bruce’s side and leave before you woke up. That was the plan until he found Damian on Bruce’s side and you had been pulled closer to Bruce taking up what was left. You moved a little and Dick took that as his sign to deal with it himself until he heard you whisper his name. He hummed so you knew it was him and not some random stranger standing over Bruce’s side of the bed. 

“Nightmare?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on.” You lifted the blanket next to you, “Bruce told me you guys come here when you have nightmares. There's plenty of room over here for you.” Dick hesitated for a second before giving in. He needed sleep anyway. You weren’t when you said there was plenty of room, Dick had most of your half of the bed. Once he had settled on his side, facing away from you, he felt you pull the blanket over his shoulders. 

“Night Dick, sleep well.” For some reason, that was what did it. Once the tears started they didn’t stop. Silent sobs made him shudder and he felt one of your hands gently rubbing his back. “Oh Dick.” There was no pity in your tone and he found himself rolling over and curling into you. Your chin resting on his head while you rubbed his back. 

The next day, he followed you around like a puppy. Your side of the bed became his favorite when he had nightmares and it wasn’t long before he turned to you for general comfort over anything.

Jason met you at his grave. Neither of you exchanged words, but he caught something in your gaze he didn’t quite understand. He also wasn’t sure why you were at his grave either, he didn’t know you when he was younger. 

When he saw the Gotham News post about Bruce and Your 2nd anniversary, it brought more questions than answers. Why were you at his grave alone? Let alone longer than a few seconds. It was an odd way to gain more of Bruce’s affections. 

Every Tuesday you would be there, leaving flowers and talking softly to the stone. Every time you left, you would smile and nod, the look in your eyes he couldn’t figure out was still there. Every time he would strain to heat what you were saying and only be able yo a few words here and there. 

6 months into it, the routine changed. You brought a blanket and Basket with your usual flowers. You did what you normally did with the flowers but instead of talking to the stone you waved him over. When he didn’t move, you stopped what you were doing and looked at him. 

“Jason Todd, I have been keeping your secret for 6 months. Helping me spread this blanket and having lunch won’t change it.” He stared at you while you waited expectantly. Eventually when he could get himself to move, he came over and helped. He sat down where you motioned for him too, all while trying to figure out how you knew.

“Bruce mentioned this used to be your favorite when you were younger so I asked Alfred to teach me how to make it. I hope it's up to your standards.” He looked at the plate of food you handed him. It was almost overflowing with food, all of which reminded him of the good times back at the manor before he died. “Alfred also sent your favorite cookies when he heard I would be eating at your grave.” The bag of cookies was placed next to the basket, within easy reach.

“Why?” Was all Jason managed to choke out around the lump in his throat.

“I decided early on in life, no matter who I was with, I would love their family as my own. My grandfather hated my grandmothers side and it caused a lot of pain in all the generations. I decided I would never do that to another family.” Jason found himself back in control enough to start eating. 

“So when I started dating Bruce and he told me about you, I decided to treat you like you were my own. Even though I had never met you and you were dead. Most of what that meant was keeping your grave clean and always making sure there were fresh flowers. While I did that, I would tell you everything that was going on.”

“How did you know it was me?”

“Your eyes, they may be a different color but they looked too similar. So I did a little digging and found pictures of your biological pictures to place the face shape it matched. I think however you look more like Bruce then either of them.”

“Are you going to tell them?”

“As much as I would love to. It’s your choice. You’ve been keeping this to yourself for a reason. If I can help you get to a place to tell them, I would love to. But I won’t say a word until you're ready. However, I would like to keep having lunch with you.” 

A year later, Jason reintroduced himself to the rest of the family a lot calmer than originally planned and was glued to your side anytime he felt overwhelmed that night. Every Tuesday after that, lunch was scheduled.

Tim was nervous when it came to you. He was still living in the manor so he saw you more than the older two. You always seemed nice and respected his privacy but Bruce was always with you so you obviously would. 

It was when he wasn’t around that worried Tim. Bruce attracted golddiggers and they were always mean when Bruce wasn’t there. When you were given a copy of the key, Time braced himself. 

Of course he knew that if he told Bruce anything that happened like that, Bruce would break it off. He had always told them that they came first. But he also knew that Bruce liked you a lot. All the other ones Bruce liked a lot that turned out to be horrible, he broked it off. Tim had seen how it had made him upset and he really hated doing that to him. Maybe he could deal with it for once. 

So when Bruce left for a business trip, Tim was Expecting the worst. What he didn’t expect was for you to knock on his door and ask if you could join him. When he agreed and stepped back so you could come in. He expected you to go to his bed or his desk chair not, the oversized bean bag on the floor.

“I have a question for you but you can’t tell Bruce yet.” Here it comes. “What would a funny way to tell him I know he’s Batman?” Tim wasn’t expecting that one. “I was thinking a lot of batpuns but his paranoia is too bad for that.”

“How did you figure it out?” You walked him through your process and didn’t say anything as he wrote parts of it down. Once you finished explaining the process for Bruce, you explained any way it was modified in figuring out their identities.

“Who do you think I am?”

“Red Robin.” Tim found himself getting excited. 

“You know those notes you leave him in his office?” You nodded. “You should leave those in the Batcave.” You considered it but your thinking was interrupted but Tim shouting. 

“No! One night when we’re all in the cave, you could bring some snacks!” 

“You just want snacks when he’s lecturing you don’t you?”

“Maybe..”

“Alright, but you have to tell the others so they can tell me what snack they want.”

So Tim slowly and carefully went through all his siblings, letting them know you figured it out, Bruce didn’t know, and what the plan is. Every time he relayed a snack to you he’d watch how carefully you’d write it out to make sure you had it correct or look up recipes if you couldn’t find it in stores. 

Two weeks later, Tim was the one who sent the signal in the middle of a lecture everyone was receiving and he got a front row seat to see Bruce’s face when you walked in and handed out snacks before giving him a kiss and telling him to be nice and leaving. 

Any other worries were left in the dust when you helped him win the nerf war for the best seat in the home theater. He thoroughly enjoyed his spot next to you while Bruce swore revenge from the other side of the room.

Damian treated you politely but that was it. His mother was still alive and he didn’t want another one, one was more than enough. Not only that, but you were weird. 

One time when you were over, you found one of his report cards. Immediately you were praising him. He didn’t understand why, he had basically failed one of his classes with an A-. You should be disappointed like his mother would be, not hanging it up on the fridge and telling people not to touch it. Definitely not taking him out for ice cream and calling him so smart. He definitely shouldn’t be feeling any pride when he walked past it, but he still was. 

When he was practicing his violin and Messed up, you were supposed to tell him to stop failing, that he should be better. Not smiling at him and telling him he’s making good progress. You should be telling him that he should have memorized that piece in a day. He shouldn’t be feeling any pride when he finally does memorize it, it took him 4 days to learn it.

When he was struggling to learn a language, you were supposed to tell him to work harder. He could do better, after all, he already knew so many. Instead you just smiled and recommended a break to refresh his mind. 

When he snapped at you in Arabic, he expected you to be upset since you didn’t know what he said and it was obviously not something nice. Instead you set the rule that if he was going to use Arabic to speak to you when upset, that he had to teach it to you and if what he said wasn’t something you had learned yet, he had to tell you in english. When he told you what it meant, you didn’t even get upset. He definitely shouldn’t be as excited as he was when you actually started learning. 

So many more little things piled up, leaving Damian confused. The differences between how you and his mother treated him was so big he didn’t know how to process it, he liked you and all the little things made him happy in a way he hadn’t really felt. But he still loved his mom, When he had enough of it, he asked you to stop. He still wanted to love his mom. Once again, you did something you weren’t supposed to.

“Oh Damian, I’m not trying to replace your mom nor am I trying to make you feel like you can’t love her or she doesn’t love you. Your mom and I show our love in different ways and its ok for you to love or like both of us. You mother loves you and she will always be allowed in your life if thats what you want.” You weren’t supposed to do that, but Damian was really glad you did.

Barbara wasn’t sure how you would react to her. She wasn’t just Bruce’s kid. She had a loving family she went back to every night. Most people weren’t really a fan of that, one of Bruce’s past girlfriends had some strong and hurtful things to say about it. 

When you took her for a day out, she found herself warming up to you but still waiting for the other shoe to drop. One of the new places you had planned to go, didn’t have wheelchair access. Like all the other girlfriends who had done this, she expected you to be annoyed that your plans had to change or you would just leave her outside while you shopped. 

You didn’t seem to notice her hesitation, just looking at what was next on your list and starting the trip there. When Barbara stared a little longer at a new movie that was in theaters, tickets and snacks were bought and you listed to all the lore she told you about before it started.

While it had been a nice day, Barbara wasn’t convinced. One day was easy to fake. Sure she had lots of fun, but Barbara was used to fakes when it came to Bruce’s girlfriends. Of course she wasn’t complaining about you being nice, she just wasn’t sure how long it would last. 

“Did you hear about that boutique?” She looked up from her food to look at her dad. “That new one that you tried to go to with Bruce’s girlfriend? Well there was a report that it didn’t meet the Americans with Disabilities act and the boutique is in trouble. People are speculating they’ll have to close down.”

Later that night, Barbara looked into it. They were in trouble, pretty big trouble from the looks of it. Towards the end of the article she found the name of the person who reported it, she wasn’t sure who she was expecting. Not you for sure but the Name Y/n L/n took her by surprise and filled her chest with feelings she couldn’t describe. 

The boutique ended up closing but a new one opened. Once it was open, you were the first to ask her to go. That weird feeling came back when she wheeled herself up the ramp and through the door you held open for her. Later that night, in the privacy of her room. She decided she liked you. 

Steph seemed like she liked you, she acted like she liked you, she didn’t really like you. Sure you were nice, Bruce loved you, the others were warming up to you, but she wasn’t sure how to feel about you. So she stuck with not actually liking you but pretending to. 

So when she was around you, it was all smiles and jokes. She wasn’t a big fan of it all but she did it because she knew you were important to Bruce and that was enough of a reason for her. She knew Bruce and the others could see through the act but as long as you couldn’t, that was enough. 

When Bruce announced he had to leave for a business trip right before she could hand him the parents visit for one of her AP classes, something the new teacher liked doing. She tucked the paper away. When Tim gave her a questioning look, she shook her head and later swore him to silence. 

Every time she heard someone mention their parents were going, she felt a pang of jealousy in her chest. Every time Tim mentioned bringing it up to you, she swore him into silence again. It wouldn’t be the first time no one showed up for her. She was however thankful you wouldn’t be at the manor as much so she didn’t have to pretend to like you.

When the day arrived, Steph was not having a good day. School dragged on slowly. Slower than normal. When school finally ended, she had to sit in the classroom and watch everyone else that was in her class leave and the parents of her classmates show up while no one was there or coming for her.

Someone sat in the seat next to her, she expected another family member of one of her classmates. Definitely not you. She couldn’t return your smile, too unsure of how you found out, the fact you actually showed up, and how she felt about you being there. You leaned a little closer so that the others in the room wouldn’t easily overhear. 

“I know I’m not your parent and someone you just pretend to like so if you want me to leave I will. But I figured someone was better then no one. Oh, and Tim wanted me to tell you he didn’t spill. Your teacher called the manor because no one had RSVPed for you and I answered it.”

That night, as Steph showed off all her hard work to you, the charade fell. She actually enjoyed her time with you and the boost of pride as you oohed and ahhed over all her projects and listened to her explain all the little details. That night, Steph realized, she didn’t need to keep pretending. She liked you, until she found out you didn’t like her favorite show but a nerf war solved that. 

Cass could tell you were different then the other girlfriends, your body language as you interacted with all of them showed it. However that didn’t mean she knew how to interact with you.

She had learned that she was fairly hard for new people to interact with. She also knew she had trouble interacting with people she wasn’t fighting. So it wasn’t a surprise when it started rocky. 

What was a surprise, was when you found out she was still having trouble reading and writing, you stepped in to help. Well, that wasn’t the surprising part, a lot of girlfriends did that. The surprising part was the amount of patience you had when it was only the two of you. 

When one method didn’t help, you tried another. Never once did you snap at her or call her a name. Everytime you got frustrated you would stop and look at her, say something along the lines of “If I had as much trouble with this as you do, I wouldn’t want to keep trying. You're doing absolutely amazing! I’ll keep looking for other ideas, but for now, lets take a break and get a treat.” 

Cass wasn’t sure why that always made her feel better, but it did. Every treat you brought was something you made just for the tutoring sessions and it always reminded her of what Alfred had told her once. “Something made with love for you will always taste better.”

And when a method that made it a little easier to learn was found, Cass found herself smiling along with your cheers. Bad days where she couldn’t seem to make any progress were always met with the same excitement, cheers, patience, and treats that all the others were. 

Cass still wasn’t sure of what to think of you exactly, but she knew she liked you and that you cared about her.

So when Tim saw the new rise in hate, a sibling meeting was called. They all went through each site, blood boiling as they saw what people were saying about their new parent. Plans were made, declarations of war were ready, and anger fueled all of them. Bruce could tell something was going on, but he wasn’t sure what it was and as long as it didn’t get out of had, he wasn’t sure if he had the energy to deal with it. 

War was declared in an interview by Steph. The lady was asking questions when the topic switched to Bruce, then you. The reporter was clearly trying to subtly find some dirt on you and Steph was not going to stand for it.

“Oh yeah! Y/n! She’s the best!” She put on her best press face. Trying to hide her anger over the hidden intent. She didn’t have to lie or act when talking about you but the change in the lady’s face going to disappointment when she didn’t get anything she wanted was making her look very punchable. 

“She’s always showing up for us and making sure we’re doing ok. If Y/n and Bruce were to break up, I think most of us would go with Y/n.” The way the lady kept trying to get anything really got on her nerves and Steph decided she needed to get out of there before she started using the lady’s face for target practice. You wouldn’t like that.

Cass was the first one to resort to violence. They had asked a thinly veiled question, basically asking if you were a golddigger. So she punched him in the nose and leaned down to flip the camera off. She hated interviews already but that made it so much worse. She hoped you wouldn’t be too upset with her punching the guy though.

Jason, surprisingly enough. Did not get violent… physically. He did however curse one out and threaten him when the reporter implied you were forcing them to say nice things. When the reporter kept pressing Jason broke his mic and told him if he ever heard him talking bad about you again, a broken mic would be the last of his worries. Jason knew you would be disappointed but he had held back, he didn’t shoot the guy like he wanted.

Tim threw his coffee at one reporter because he heard them say you were nothing but a regular person who didn’t deserve any attention. He then took over her segment, threatening the company to air it or he would make sure they went bankrupt. Once he finished his threats, anything he said was praising you name. Telling everyone how amazing you were and how much they all loved you.

Barbara made it a point to bring up everything you did for the community when they tried to throw some shade at you in an interview. She had documents to prove it and hacked their systems to add them into the interview so they couldn’t claim it was fake. She also made sure to run over his foot when she left. 

Dick punched a reporter when they tried to ask him what you were really like behind closed doors. He told them the truth, that you were just as good, kind, patient, and loving behind closed doors as you were out in public. He didn’t throw a punch until the reporter disregarded that as asked again because she couldn’t be that good. Dick knew a lecture would be coming once you saw, but he would rather sit through a lecture then let anyone tarnish your name.

Damian spent 10 minutes cursing and threatening a reporter in Arabic when they asked him if you had ever hurt him. When he was done, he told them in english, that if he ever got asked that question again, he would impale them. He knew you were going to make him sit down and translate everything and the general response you would give but he didn’t care, no one speaks bad about either of his mothers.

Bruce figured out what was going on after Steph’s interview. He saw the ones where they assaulted or threatened the reporters and made sure his lawyers were on standby to keep the kids out of trouble. After all, he had seen more than they had. 

He had watched as you tried to connect with Dick early on, how you worked hard to try and get somewhere. He had woken up before you when Dick had come in that night and heard how you handled it. He had woken up the next morning to find you holding Dick close, like you were trying to protect him from the nightmares. He had seen how you never turned Dick down when he wanted comfort, no matter how serious or silly the matter, and he had heard your excitement when you told him Dick liked you.

Bruce had seen the way you never missed a visit to Jason’s grave, on a visit of his own, he saw how much care you showed the stone marking it as his lost son. While he hadn’t been sure why it was alway the same time on Tuesday, he didn;t mention it. He felt the way you would sob in his arms after each visit, a year after the tradition started, you always said you had promised not to tell and he watched as you kept that promise even if it tore you to pieces. Once the shock and tears wore off for a little bit, he could see the trust that Jason had in you.

He heard the way you questioned if you should have a key to the manor, you didn’t want to make Tim uncomfortable in his own home, or how you questioned if you should visit while he was gone. Not wanting to stress Tim out when there was no reason too. He saw the way you and Tim grinned at each other when you brought snacks down for all the kids he was currently lecturing. He head the excitement in your voice as you told him about the tour Tim had given you of the Batcave and the shared laughter as you and Tim worked together to win the nerf war.

Bruce saw how you worked to give Damian the affection he didn’t think he needed. He felt you crying in his arms upset over the fact Damian thought you would be angry because he made a mistake or struggled in a class. He heard you practicing your Arabic as you got ready for bed and he watched as you stress paced over whether or not you said the right thing to him about his mother. 

He saw how angry you had been when you came back from your day out with Barbara. He had heard your call with your lawyer as you tried to figure out what to do. He saw you going through the laws and making a list to make sure your lawyer didn’t miss any. He heard about the movie you didn’t particularly care about and the lore you remembered in case of another because you wanted Barbara to have someone she could tell all of her favorite things too. 

Bruce saw the pictures you had taken from the school night. He heard all the details from you as you praised Steph’s work. He saw the way Steph stopped acting around you and the silly arguments the two of you would get into for fun. He heard the way you would listen to her as she verbally worked out her problems. He saw the way Steph looked for you in a crowd, the way she knew you were there but not where you stood exactly, the thought of you not being there never crossed her. 

He saw the way you stayed up late, researching different ways to teach reading and writing. He heard the patience and kindness and you worked with Cass. He saw the way you always made a treat just for Cass to have after each lesson because you wanted to reward her hard work. He heard the way you cried for Cass when she had a bad day and got frustrated with herself because you knew she was smart and you wanted her to see it too. He heard your celebrations when Cass made any progress, no matter the size. 

Bruce heard, saw, and felt the way you worked hard to have a relationship with his kids. How you had mourned for their losses, celebrated their wins, and felt their pain. He saw the way his kids blossomed under your care, growing to be better and more confident in themselves. The way you cared for them as if they were your own flesh and blood. So when he was asked about his kids behavior, he said as much. 

“Y/n has worked hard to be accepted by them. She’s given so much of her time, effort, patience, and love and never wanted anything in return. She always shows up for them, no matter what the occasion is, big or small, it doesn’t matter. If they want her there, she’ll be there. Everytime they need or want her, she’s there. She never judges them and treats them as if they were her own blood. Of course their upset and lashing out, people are insulting the woman who has cared for them more then most of their biological mothers.”

Later, a clip of you scolding Bruce and all the kids went viral. While you were scolding them over their behavior and making the kids who had reacted with violence or threats write apology letters because asking mean questions does not make it right to respond badly especially when its someone just trying to start drama. Everyone one noticed that there was no actual bite to your tone and no anger when they all refused to stop acting like that. In fact, there was a small soft smile on your face as you shook your head at your family.

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The Waynes' Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

The Pilot Pt. 2

Walking into the dining room, your bunny slippers pink and prominent, you stretched and yawned out a ‘hello’. It was wonderful falling asleep in a mansion, and even more so when you spent some time in the lavish bathtub attached to your room. It almost made you not want to leave to go downstairs. Yet, you knew there was a job to be done. The children commented on your colorful robe and slippers, astounded that you showed up to breakfast in such attire. Mr. Wayne seemed amused and commented as such, playfully saying that he wished he owned the same bunny slippers you did. You offered to lend them to him, and he rejected the idea. 

Sitting at the table, you playfully scolded Alfred, “You should tell me these things. A simple dress for breakfast would have been fine.”

“Forgive me, Miss, I assumed you knew,” He said, slightly smiling, as he set a breakfast plate in front of you. 

You shook your head, smiling at the plate of food. “I’m from downtown Gotham, Alfred. You have to assume I know nothing.” You looked around the table, watching as they looked at you with surprise. “What? I got something on my face?”

“You’re sitting at the table,” Duke said shyly. 

You looked to Bruce, expecting him to say something, but he didn’t as he continued to eat his food. “Where else am I supposed to sit?”

“The kitchen,” Dick replied bluntly. 

You blew him off. “That’s so old-fashioned, and I’m too social for that. Now, what’re we doing today?” 

The kids told you they would need to leave the house since Mr. Wayne would be holding a charity dinner party that the children were not invited to. Not that you said it aloud, you were less than impressed by Bruce’s lack of involvement with the kids in things. So, you offered to take them to buy clothes and other things, and Mr. Wayne was happy enough to lend you his credit card. You marveled at the black American Express card, never thinking you’d see one in person—Let alone hold one. 

Suddenly, Alfred re-entered the dining room to tell Mr. Wayne that Lucius Fox was on the phone for him. You got up soon after, taking your plate full of food, and told the kids that you were leaving to get dressed, happy as a clam with your new position.

—

Dick was reserved, openly hostile toward you, and didn’t like the idea that now there was even more of a reason for Bruce not to be involved. You automatically made a note to force Bruce to be more active in his kids' lives and shake the eldest's rough exterior. 

So, when you arrived at the clothes shop, one your friend owned, of course, you spent more time picking out his clothes. Dick seemed like, well, a dick. He was as clever as he was spiteful and attempted to attack you at every angle. You persisted, though, while managing the other kids' wardrobes. 

Dick huffed and went to sit in one of the waiting chairs on the other end of the small boutique, seething in silence. You left him there for a bit, doting on the other children who were pretty well-behaved, albeit a bit odd. Tim had been looking under the mannequins’ skirts to see if they were anatomically correct—and, you knew instantly that would be a conversation with his father. 

As Duke and Jason were trying on ties, you finally looked over to the teenager brooding in the corner. You went over to him, holding up a red tie to his neck before taking the blue one from Damian’s small hands, who was on your hip, and doing the same. Dick was less than impressed. 

“Blue, it compliments your eyes,” You said. 

Dick huffed. “Why’re you doing this?” 

“Because I think you guys should go to that dinner tonight.” 

Before Dick could say that wouldn’t happen Cassandra stumbled over holding out a dress that she wanted to wear, but he wasn’t too dissuaded by that. He insisted that they wouldn’t be going to the dinner party.

Cassandra, even more clever than her older brother, nicely said, “I think the blue tie would suit you, Dickie. It brings out your eyes. It makes you super, super handsome.” 

He stared at her for a moment before saying, “You’re a bitch, you know that?”

Cass smiled, turning on her heel to walk off, leaving you to scold Dick as Damian slowly became more and more irritated with your arm. 

Dick only snapped at you again.

Usually, you could keep your cool, when it didn’t involve your boyfriend, but this was the last straw. “Listen here, I do not care how you feel about Bruce or anything of the sort, but I do know this; you are under my care, and you will be polite, respectful, and cut that language out when I am around.”

“Or what?”

You smiled smugly, stepping closer to Dick as you told him exactly what would happen if he did not behave.  

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The children had come home happy, Dick noticeably more so than when he left that morning, and they all boasted about the fun they had with you. Bruce found himself excited at just how well they got on with you, and surprised when the seven of you seemed to be in cahoots. This suspicion rose when he asked you about what the kids bought, but you only brushed him off—heading upstairs in a hurry as you giggled along with the little ones. Fortunately for you, Bruce didn’t dwell much on the thought as his attentions were pulled toward making the evening perfect. 

And so had the party gone. It was starting perfectly. The guests were happy, dinner was being served on time, and, most importantly, the money was rolling in for the charities. Bruce stood in the doorway of the foyer and salon, where the guests were because Alfred had informed him that you needed something. Harvey, who had been in the middle of telling him something, followed him. 

To his surprise, you were standing on the last landing of the staircase in a classy red dress, and he would be lying to himself as well as you if he didn’t admit that you looked stunning. Proudly looking down at him, you grinned before turning to see the kids, all dressed up, behind you. 

“Who is that,” Harvey mumbled to Bruce, grinning from ear to ear. 

Bruce answered, “My nanny.” When you approached, he said in a hushed tone, “I told you the children couldn’t attend.”

You acted shocked, hand going to your cheek, and said sarcastically, “Oh, my! I must be blushing.”

“You’re a dirty player,” He commented before going to his children. Bruce admired how well they all cleaned up, doting on them like he always did, before telling them to be on their most perfect behavior. 

Harvey took this chance to introduce himself, and you seemed charmed. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. DA. Say, I’ve got some parking tickets that I think are pretty bogus, you think you fix those for…”

You trailed off when Bruce came back up to you, motioning all of you toward the salon, and whispering in your ear, “We’re discussing this later.”

You rolled your eyes, you would rather have fun than stress what your boss would say. The children were a hit amongst the party-goers, all of them cooing and awing at the children. You, too, were an intrigue to the guests since you were the mysterious latercomer who also happened to be beautiful. Bruce was surprised by just how well, with your downtown Gotham charms, you ran in the circles of the rich. You enthralled them with little tales of the children, some he was sure you made up, as well as wise outlooks on life (according to yourself, but the people listening took it up like catnip). 

Bruce also found himself having the time of his life with his kids, joking with them, and sharing the bits of business to the best of his ability. Dick was happy that he was paying more attention to them rather than the party, even going as far as to call him ‘Dad’ rather than Bruce. And, when you had left to put Damian to bed, Dickie had told him to keep you around along with something about wanting to keep his social life intact another day. 

That certainly would be something else he would need to speak to you about. 

—

“Goodbye, Harvey! I’ll call you about those parking tickets,” You called out the front door as you put the small piece of paper with his number into your bra. When you turned around there was Bruce, standing there with his hands on his hips, and you thought for sure you were going to get sacked. 

Before you could explain, Bruce said, “Don’t pull a stunt like that again.”

You were shocked, but not undeterred from your original task. “All I want to do is show those kids that you care about them.”

“I do care about them, and don’t need you to show that.”

You stepped forward, snickering. “I seriously doubt that. I mean, look how happy they were tonight. Why would you want to exclude them like that, Mr. Wayne?”

Bruce thinned his lips, thinking for a moment before relenting. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that you were right or that he found the courageous glint in your eyes fairly pretty that he gave up so easily. Reluctantly, he agreed that maybe you were right and mentioned how much the kids liked you, even going as far as to offhandedly mention what Dick said. 

“You can stay,” He said. 

You grinned, “Good. I think you’d have a hard time getting rid of me now. I think the masses in this house might revolt.”

Bruce looked at you again before smiling. No matter how he felt, Bruce couldn’t deny one thing; That you were the perfect addition to the household.

#jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #batfamily #clark kent #robin #damian wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #duke thomas #cassandra cain #cass cain #stephanie brown #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayne x fem!reader #batfamily shenanigans #batfamily and reader #batman #dc comics #slow burn #boss to lovers #slow burn romance

[luvly-writer]

“XOXO”

Tim Drake x Reader

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Summary:

What happens when you mix the scandalous trio from the Upper East Side Elites with the batfamily? Find out!

Ch. 1 They don’t need an introduction

Ch. 2 She is as beautiful as she is poisonous

Ch. 3 Part-Time lovers, Full time problem

Ch. 4 The Queen and the Prince

Ch. 5 Siblings are the worst

Ch. 6 Let’s go viral baby!

Ch. 7 Angel and Ivy

Ch. 8 She makes the whole place shimmer

Ch. 9 Under the mask, there’s a heart

Ch. 10 Snowy hands & warm smiles

Ch. 11 Fun Loving in Winter

Ch. 12 A Crowd’s Favorite

Ch. 13 Wrapped in Pretty Paper

Ch. 14 A broken heart is fixed by another

Ch. 15 Christmas is a time for lovers

Ch. 16 He followed me all the way to NY

Ch. 17 I can hear my heart breaking

Ch. 18 Nothing happened in the way I wanted

Ch. 19 Every corner of this house is hunted

Ch. 20 The smiles are made of ice

Ch. 21 Gonna regret being too honest

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[sweetlypunk]

See you again.

JASON TODD x FEM!READER

Summary: years after the last time you two saw each other, before he died, you reencounter in a party when you thought you would never see him again.

———

He wanted to kill Alfred.

Never once in his life he thought he would be capable of hating him so much. Alfred was his favorite person in the mansion, his cookies were a gift of the universe. Still, he couldn’t think of anyone he despised as much right now.

But he was a really good debater. How could he say no to Alfred?

Bruce had been invited to a rich kid’s “birthday” party. In other words, an opportunity for people to talk business without calling it business.

The son of a popular CEO was taking his place as the heir of his daddy’s business, and announcing his new role in the company at his birthday party.

It was a great opportunity to make connections—or to cover secret identities.

Bruce saw it as great opportunity, and Alfred thought it would be great for the batfamily to socialize with people more in their age range.

So of course, he helped Bruce in making them all go. No one was really happy with the idea, other than maybe Dick—Stephanie and Duke were just excited for the free rich people food.

Alfred made them all dress up, but with Jason he just got so far with taking a bath. He wore his jeans with a plain shirt, adding his leather jacket and boots.

The room was crowded, and he received various looks for his clothes. He didn’t care, he refused to dress up for this shit.

Alfred was a good debater indeed, but Jason was too. So he used the opportunity of the party to discuss his best argument:

“If a very very very bad man had killed your son, wouldn’t you—”

“I’m sorry, please excuse us” Dick smiled to the group of people Jason had been harassing as he pulled him away.

“Hey! I was in the middle of something.”

“Alfred asked you one thing” Dick gave him a stern look, “To not cause trouble and have fun. Can’t you do that?”

“I’m having fun, aren’t you having fun?” Jason spat back, but before the eldest could speak up he answered his own question. “Oh of course you aren’t. Not being able to show off yet. We are lucky you haven’t started doing an acrobat routine.”

“Hey-”

“Please, do not give him ideas.”

Jason turned around to see the source of the voice, but as soon as he laid eyes on you, he froze in place.

A pretty woman stood there with a glass in hand, smiling brightly at the men in front of her.

“Jason Todd” you hummed, “at this party? Perhaps I’m misplacing faces, is that really you?”

Trick question. Of course it was him. How could you not remember those eyes? The ones that had you so captivated when you were a young girl. Those eyes who can hypnotize anyone.

Jason didn’t answer. There was a something in his face you couldn’t quite decipher. You sipped your drink and his eyes looked you up and down. He was dumbfounded.

“Who would have thought I would find you here of all places”, you smirked, “not me for sure”

“Nor me.” He recomposed himself and finally said a word.

“Ah, at last he spoke”

“You wouldn’t shut up.” Jason gave you tilted smile, “excuse me, but you are?”

Another trick question. At first he tried to place you. Your face had been familiar, but he couldn’t relate it to a name. And then, it just came to him so naturally.

You looked different. You were no longer the tiny girl he used to know. You differed so much from that weak looking girl. He was sure no one dared to cross your path now. The fierce look in your eyes, though, was still there.

“Oh, so it is like that?” You gave him a slight push, “thought I would have made more of an impression on you.”

He smiled, you sure had done.

“How long has it been? What, seven years?”

“Feels like much more.” He sighed.

That look. That goddamn look.

“You have changed, look much more stupid than before. I like the new detail in the hair. Very fashionable.”

He laughed, and you smiled at the action.

Now it was your turn to look him up and down, stopping a bit at the sight of his jacket. “I see you have taken into establishing new fashion trends, Alfred made you accompany your father?”

He glanced at your magazine dress and then to his clothes, maybe he should have used a tie after all.

“Can’t blame you honestly, I love a good chance to dress up, but lately these parties are more boring than my college lectures. There is so many, I barely have any clothes left to wear.”

“Oh what would these people do if you wore the same dress twice” Jason teased.

“Apocalypse” you laughed, blurring the world out, the both of you back in time. The only difference was a stronger spark lighting in between.

“Grayson. Good to see you.” At last, your eyes were off the Todd boy and acknowledged the older boy.

“Right back at ya” Dick said amused, looking between you and his brother expectantly.

“Not thinking on pulling one of your stunts, are you?”

“Well, I’ve been told they are unwelcome.” He imputs jokingly.

“Don’t make a scene.” Jason told him.

“See who’s talking.” Dick said back, referring at the debate from before.

You laughed lightly and looked at Jason, tilting your head a bit, “perhaps I was wrong. You are still a bit of a troublemaker, no matter how much good it brings.”

He smiled at you softly, mesmerized by your presence. You two holding firmly to the times when he had been Robin. A past full of painful memories, scattered with the sweet ones of you. Back then, your love had been unrequited. A silly crush. But Jason couldn’t deny that there had been something. He had cared for this girl more than he should have. You had cared for his friendship more than expected.

It should have been taken all by the wind; left behind in that room that ended it all, but it came back like a boomerang.

So much untold. So much words to say right now.

“I thought…” you lowered your voice, “I would never see you again.”

He didn’t take his eyes off you, the World blurring around. A focus so hard to undo.

“Hey”

A hand appeared in your hip. “Matt and my mother are looking for you. Come on”

A man in a perfectly fit suit appeared behind you. He smiled to the batbrothers, and held out his hand for you to take. “Excuse me gentlemen.”

“Oh, yes of course.” You looked away from Jason and looked at the man behind. “I’ll be on my way.”

He didn’t budge and moved to your side instead.

You sighed and looked at the men looking at you curiously, “Excuse me gentlemen. It was a pleasure encountering you.”

“Yeah sure…” Jason turned to look at the snobby looking guy as he pulled you away.

As he turned around to try and keep up the old conversation with his brother—what were they talking about again?—the rest of his siblings came crashing back to them with tons of sweets in hand.

“Hey” Stephanie said as she chewed a few snacks, “Who was that hot chick Jason was making puppy eyes to?”

“I was not-” he looked to the side trying to not let whatever happened get to him.

“Oh you sure were.” Cass teased looking up at him.

“Who was that Jason?” Duke said as everyone turned to look at you as you chatted with a lady and two men. The hand of the man who pulled you away resting softly in your hip.

Something told Jason that Alfred was not in his killing list anymore.

#my first time writing about him #pls give feedback #jason todd robin #Jason Todd #jason todd red hood #jason peter todd #jason todd x reader #fem reader #red hood x reader #dick grayson #richard grayson #red hood #red hood outlaws #nightwing #jason todd oneshot #jason todd imagine #stephanie brown #cassandra wayne #cassandra cain #bruce wayne #batman #batboys #batkids #bat brothers #alfred pennyworth #duke thomas #batman: wayne family adventures #sweet writes

[remy45]

"YOU TWO LOOK LIKE A COUPLE"ft. The batgirls

Sunmary: A friend says that character and y/n look like a couple.

Characters: Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown.

Tags: Kisses in hands, misunderstandings, flushing, fluff, crack, each reader for each batgirl has a diferent personality.

A/N: First fic in this account woohoo!!, I know this is short but I hope you enjoy.

Words: 433

BARBARA GORDON

"You know, you two look like a couple sometimes"

“Why do you mean?”

"You know, you are always together, you hold hands, and don't deny it to me, Barbara wants to kiss you so bad"

Barbara moved and nudged Dick a little annoyed, then adjusted her glasses.

"Dick, stop being a dick for a moment, can't you see you're making y/n uncomfortable?"

She said this while pointing both hands at you.

"Who says I'm uncomfortable, if people think we're a couple I'm more than flattered my dear babs-ouch!

"I see that you and Dick are equally annoying."

Barbara said, but this time laughing fondly, and maybe, maybe, a little blushing.

Seeing his blush, you blushed too.

"get a room please" Dick said jokingly

That only caused more blushes and complaints with laughter from both of them.

CASSANDRA CAIN

Cassandra doesn't know what to say. Literally.

Was Y/n and her really a couple, she didn't know, what exactly was it like to be a couple in the first place?

If being a couple was just loving someone then yes, but something told him that they weren't. not yet.

Cassandra gave Y/N a curious look, while waiting for her to answer her friend's question, "are you two a couple or something like that"?

Seeing Cassandra's look in response, you took her hand, and they left the place without saying anything else.

You took her to the next alley, took her face in your hands, and kissed her.

The kiss was short and tender, you wanted to be relaxed, you didn't want her to be scared.

She smiled a little, and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek.

I guess they were a couple now.

STEPHANIE BROWN

When Steph heard the insinuation that you were more than friends, she smiled mischievously, took your hand, pulled you close to her and said this (unfortunately for you)

-Steph,what?

She ignored you and continued talking, causing more blushes from you. Why did she have to be so flirtatious?

He took your hand and gave it a kiss. Too much pda for today.

-Wow, I didn't know that, but congratulations girls.

Before he could blurt out, to specify that they were not in a relationship as such, stephanie interrupted you.

-Thank you very much, y/n and I have to go now.

She took your hand and walked away.

-What was that steph?

-What?Can I not give affection to my lovely girlfriend?

You laughed, giving her a kiss on the hand in return for the one she had given you.

This time she was the one who blushed.

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[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Alternate P.T 2

Warnings: Reader being a teensy bit awkward, Jason breaking in(and being a little creepy)

This is my first time writing for Steph, Cass, and Rachel, so I am sorry if they are ooc.

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~☆~

You awoke to a knock on your door, Alfred on the other side mentioning breakfast. You let out a groan as you stretched your limbs. The Manor was awfully quiet, far different than the rampant streets of Gotham. You lay in bed a few seconds longer, basking in the sun that shown through the curtains.

With another groan, you got up from the bed, immediately missing its warmth and comfort.

You made your way downstairs, a smile subconsciously growing on your lips as you could hear commotion coming from the dining room. However, all of the noise died down as you stood in the doorway. You quickly rubbed your eyes as everyone stared at you.

"Um, this is Y/N. They'll be staying with us. Don't bother telling them your name. They already know who you are." Bruce told everyone at the table. Their eyes continued to watch you as you sat down in an empty seat, your head turned to look next to you, where Tim was studying you.

"Hello..." You whispered to him.

"How do you know us?" Tim asked you, staring down at the shirt you wore, one of Jason's, Alfred was sure he wouldn't miss it. Your eyes snapped over to Bruce, seeing if it was okay for you to tell the truth. As Bruce nodded his head, you looked back to Tim, then to Stephanie and Cass, who sat across from you.

"I'm from another universe, where you're all comic book characters..." You shared, making sure that everyone could hear you.

"Ohhh, do you have talking animals?!" Stephanie asked you, genuinely interested in your answer. You let out a chuckle as you shook your head at the girl, causing her to slump back into her chair.

"No, um, my world is almost the same as here. There's just no superheroes or supervillains. There's no magic, no powers, no mystical weapons." You told the girl.

"Sounds like a vacation." Bruce chuckled, the rest of the table laughing along with him.

"It's earth, and we're humans, so it still sucks." You told them, accidentally souring the mood. "But I mean, at least I don't have to worry about my house exploding!" You rushed out, trying to bring back the lively aura. Cass let a rush of air escape her nose as she slightly smiled at your comment before going back to eating.

~☆~

Bruce had informed you that he had called Dick the night before so that you could get help from Raven. Somehow, the two of them were already there by noon.

You sat down in the library reading a book, too engrossed in the words on the page to notice three people enter the room.

"Y/N." Bruce coughed, causing your head to snap up. Your eyes landed on Dick and Rachel. You immediately rose from your seat and raised a hand for them to shake.

"Hi, I'm Dick and this is Rachel, but I guess you already know that." Dick laughed out as he shook your hand. You let out a chuckle and shook your head before shaking Rachel's hand.

"I hope you understand that this won't be a one day thing. This will take time." Rachel informed you.

"I know, and I'm okay with that."

~☆~

The day had been spent getting to know Rachel, and her getting to know about you. She had wanted to get information about where you come from so that she could look into anything that could help you get back to where you belong. She had brought along books and scrolls, trying to find anything that could help her figure out what had happened to you. She couldn't find a thing. Her and Dick agreed to stay at the Manor with you, no matter how long it took.

Now, you were washing up after dinner, getting ready for bed. You stood in front of the sink, scrubbing away at your teeth. Your mind wandered. Was going home worth it? Were the people you called "friends" worth it? The family that you haven't talked to in years? Maybe. Maybe they were worth it. Maybe not.

You leaned down, spitting the frothed up toothpaste into the sink, quickly rinsing your mouth out after. Using a rag, you wiped off the water from your face and hands before turning off the lights and walking out. As soon as you stepped through the door, you noticed a figure, the moonlight shone into the room, making it easy for you to identify the person.

"Jason.." You whispered, watching as he stared back at you through his helmet.

"So, you're Y/N." He spoke, robotic voice bouncing off of the walls. With just a couple of steps, he was an arms length away from you. His hand raised to toy with a strand of your hair, head tilting to the side. You continued to stare up at the man, eyes wide in disbelief. You could hear him let out a small chuckle as he dropped his hand and walked over to your window, propping himself up on the edge of the windowsill.

"Until next time, sweetheart." He said, looking back at you, before jumping out of the window.

~☆~

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[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

The Gala

Pairing: Jason Todd (version unspecified) x F!Reader

Warnings: jealous Jason, jealous Dick (platonic), reader has a panic attack, mentions of crimes, make out session verging on smut but not quite, Jason and reader both have trauma

Word count: 4734

A/N: Here’s part 5 of Castle of Glass! Lot of characters being introduced in this one, though neither of the villains in this part are going to be the main villain of the series (I mean it’s a Jason series, there can only be one main villain). But anyway, I hope you like it!

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“I’m off.” Y/N called as she walked towards the front door, her dress bag slung over one arm and the bag containing everything else she could need in the other hand.

“Bit early to be heading out, isn’t it?” Jason said from where he was lying on the sofa holding a book above him.

She turned to face him to find his blue eyes surveying her. “I’m gonna get ready at Dick’s. Means he doesn’t have to come here to pick me up. And I’m going to crash in his spare room tonight, so don’t worry about where I am when you get back from patrol.”

He frowned briefly before covering it with a smirk. “Don’t have too much fun.”

“God, do all of you siblings have the same thought process?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Honestly, I think you can blame Dick for that, sweetheart.” He smiled.

She shook her head with a smile, trying to ignore how the nickname always sent her heart stuttering. “The offer still stands for you to come too.”

He hesitated and she thought he might be considering it. “No, I’m good.”

She turned to face the door so he wouldn’t see her face fall. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow, Jay.”

“See you.” He called as she walked out.

***

Y/N adjusted her dress for what felt like the hundredth time as she waited for Dick at the bottom of the Wayne Manor staircase after he had decided he didn’t like his tie and went to grab another from his old room. The dress fit like a glove, just like all the others he had brought her over the years when he needed her to come along as a cover, or required her skill set. But that didn’t mean she felt like she belonged. This world had never been hers, and no matter how many times she accompanied him to galas, it never got any easier.

“Ready?” Dick asked as he reached the bottom of the stairs and offered her his arm. He looked dashing in his tux with his dark hair styled away from his eyes for a change, and she was well aware that even though she was on his arm, people were going to be gushing over him all night.

She took a breath and linked her arm with his. “Not really.”

“Four hours, tops. I promise.” He said as he led the way through the winding corridors towards the ballroom.

“I’ve heard that before, Grayson.” She said under her breath as they reached the doors. He huffed out a quiet laugh and shot her a look, resting his hand on the door handle. She took a breath and nodded, and Dick opened the door.

They were swarmed by people as soon as they entered the room. As always, people wanted to talk to Dick; the charismatic oldest son of Bruce Wayne. Some people involved her in the conversation, complimenting her dress or asking her about how she had come to be on Dick Grayson’s arm, but she knew it was either to be polite, or to figure out how much of a threat she was to their prospects with him. She managed to endure about an hour of him dragging her around to meet different people before she took advantage of spotting Damian stood on his own in a corner.

“I’m going to check on Dami.” She whispered in Dick’s ear so the couple talking wouldn’t hear her.

“Okay, I’ll keep an eye on the mark.” He whispered back, pressing a kiss to her cheek as a cover.

“Excuse me.” She smiled at the couple and squeezed Dick’s arm before walking away.

Damian looked miserable as he tried to stay out of sight over in the corner of the ballroom. She couldn’t have imagined anything worse when she was twelve years old.

“Not having fun?” She asked as she came to a stop next to him.

“Father wouldn’t let me bring Alfred.” He said, glancing up at her briefly before looking towards Dick, who in her absence had had a gaggle of people descend on him.

She hoped he meant Alfred the cat, although she doubted this would be actual Alfred’s scene either. “Well, Dick wouldn’t let me bring my computer so I know how you feel.” She smiled when it caused the corner of his mouth to tug up. “Who else is here besides you?”

“Father, Stephanie, and Tim.” He told her before his eyes darted between her and Dick again. “You and Dick are working.”

It wasn’t a question, so she wasn’t entirely sure how to answer. “Would I be here if we weren’t?”

“No, I suppose not.” He narrowed his eyes at her.

“But I’m not telling you what we’re doing, Dick made me promise not to tell anyone else.” Jason didn’t count, she told herself.

“Please. I am bored.” He stuck his bottom lip out.

She chuckled. “Not happening, Dami.” She ruffled his hair as he huffed and started pouting.

Until something caught his attention. “What is Todd doing here?”

Y/N’s heart seemed to stop as she turned to follow Damian’s gaze, and sure enough, Jason was stood awkwardly in the main entrance to the ballroom. He was wearing a tux that fit his large form perfectly, clinging to him in all the right places, and his hair was perfectly styled for the first time since she had met him. He looked incredible, and all she wanted to do was cross the room and kiss him.

“I might have invited him.” She told Damian, her mouth suddenly feeling very dry.

“You and Todd do not like each other.” Damian said, narrowing his eyes once again.

“We’ve got to know each other.” She said, watching as Jason walked further into the room, his eyes scanning the crowd for familiar faces. “I better go save him, he looks a bit lost.”

She didn’t wait for Damian to answer, well aware that the kid was watching her every move as she navigated the crowd towards where Jason was standing with his back to her and a glass of champagne in his hand. “Thought this wasn’t your scene?”

He turned to face her, his eyes dragging down her body before moving back up to meet her eyes. He swallowed thickly. “Yeah, well, my roommate invited me and I didn’t want to force her to spend the night with Gotham’s rich pricks with only my brother for company.”

“Well, I’m sure she greatly appreciates that.” She smiled.

“She better.” He said, downing his drink and then returning her smile.

She raised her eyebrows. “You planning on getting hammered?”

He stepped forward, so no one could overhear him. “One of the few perks of the pit, it takes a lot of alcohol to get me drunk now.”

She struggled to keep her eyes on his with him standing so close to her. “Dance with me?”

His eyes flickered behind her, where quite a few people were dancing in the centre of the room. “Only to piss Dick off.”

“Why would you dancing with me piss Dick off?” She asked as she took his hand and led him into the middle of the dancefloor. He took her hand in his and rested the other on her waist as she rested hers on his shoulder.

“You’re telling me you’ve never noticed how protective he is over his friends.” He whispered as he started leading in time with the music. “You should have seen the way he reacted the first time I met Roy.”

“I can’t say I’ve noticed.” She said with a smile, making sure she wasn’t going to step on his feet in her heels. Jason could dance, he led her effortlessly across the dance floor. He had clearly learnt while living with Bruce, and she wondered if it was any harder now he had practically tripled in size.

He was clearly thinking about her dancing ability too. “This isn’t the first gala you’ve been to, is it?”

“No. Whenever Dick needs a cover, really doesn’t want to be bored, or needs my skillset, I have to endure being his date for an evening.” She said as he spun them around. Speak of the devil, the new angle meant she could see Dick over Jason’s shoulder. His mouth was hanging open slightly as he stared at them. “Speaking of, he’s currently staring at us.”

Jason spun them back the other way and she watched his mouth twist up into a wolfish grin as he winked in Dick’s direction.

“Now you’re just trying to piss him off.”

“Got to have some fun sometimes, sweetheart.” He said, before ducking down to speak directly into her ear. “Has he swiped the guy’s phone yet?”

She followed his lead and leant forward, speaking in hushed whispers into his ear. “Not yet, but he’s keeping an eye on him for when the opportunity presents itself.”

“Which one of these assholes is the mark then?” He swung them past another couple who were getting a bit too close.

She scanned the room before turning him in the right direction. “Full black tux, red carnation in his button hole.” She felt his entire body tense up as he spotted the right man, his muscles curling as if he was going to launch himself across the room. She tightened her grip on him subconsciously, unwilling to be the reason Dick didn’t get what he needed.

“That’s Roman Sionis.” His voice dropped further and took on a venomous edge.

“I know, he’s a mob boss. Me and Dick have been tracking him for a while now. He’s moving into arms, we think-”

Jason cut her off, pulling her closer against him as he continued leading them through the other couples. “He’s not just a mob boss, Y/N. He’s Black Mask.”

She pulled back so she could look at him, finding worry and anger burning in his ice blue eyes. “How do you know that?”

He clenched his jaw before sucking a breath in through his teeth. “When I first got back and was trying to establish myself, I did a few jobs for him. He’s worse than most of the other fuckers, and he’s not just into arms, its human trafficking as well.”

“All the more reason to bring him down then.”

His hand on her hip shifted to the small of her back, pressing her closer to him. “He’s dangerous, Y/N. Really dangerous.”

“Me and Dick have been doing this a long time, Jason. We have strategies in place if something goes wrong. It’ll be fine.” She slid her hand up his shoulder and cupped his jaw to get him to look at her. He reluctantly dragged his eyes over from Sionis and once he met hers she could see that the outside of his irises were tinged green. "Jay-”

“Mind if I cut in.” Dick practically shoved himself in between them and sent a scathing glance at Jason over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Dickhead, I’m not trying to steal your best friend.” Jason took a step back and met Y/N’s eyes again. “If you need me, I’ll be by the bar.”

She watched him walk off and hoped that meant he wasn’t going to get involved. She turned back to Dick, who had already started tugging her towards one of the exit doors that led to the bathrooms. “You get it?”

He nodded and held the door open for her, following quickly behind as she walked through. He did the same for the bathroom door and locked it behind them. He handed over the phone as she reached into her bra and pulled out the small memory stick hidden in the sewn in pocket. She plugged it into the charging port and clicked through the prompts on the screen before placing it down.

“How long?” Dick asked, looking over her shoulder as the upload bar appeared.

“Ten minutes, tops.” She turned around and pushed herself up to sit on the bathroom counter. “Perfect amount of time to pretend we snuck away for a quickie in the bathroom.”

He snorted and leant back against the wall across from her with his arms crossed. “You want to tell me why you were dancing with my brother?”

“I wasn’t aware I couldn’t.” She said with a smile.

“You don’t like Jason.” He pointed out.

She resisted the urge to laugh. “Incorrect. I didn’t use to like Jason.”

“What changed?”

“I don’t know, might have had something to do with the fact you dumped him on me for four days when he could barely walk. Oh yeah, and then he saved my life.” She watched Dick’s expression and snorted. “I can’t believe he was right.”

“Right about what?”

“That you’re very protective over your friends and think he’s trying to steal them.” She smiled wider as he somehow managed to look even more offended. “It’s alright, Dickie, you’re still my best friend.”

“I better be.” He said with a pout. “He is closer to your age than I am though.”

“Seriously Dick, we’re not in high school anymore, your friends don’t all have to be the same age as you.” She smiled and glanced down at the phone to see it was halfway done. “We better make it look like we did sneak away for a quickie and have tried to hide the evidence.”

“Yeah, we better.” He said with a sigh before running his hands through his perfectly styled hair to ruffle it up. She followed suit, jumping down from the side and using the mirror to carefully mess up her own hairstyle to make it look like it had been pulled out and hastily put back together. He loosened his tie and undid the second button as she dropped her dress more off one shoulder than the other. She slightly smudged her lipstick on one corner of her mouth and had an idea.

“Come here.” She said and he turned to look at her with a confused expression. She tugged him forward by his lapel and dragged her bottom lip on the edge of his shirt collar. She pulled back and admired the slight drag of colour against the stark white.

“Good thinking. I’d give you a hickey but I think then Jason might kill me.” He said as he looked at the mark she had left.

Her lips parted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Did you seriously not notice the way he was looking at you when you started dancing? I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jason look at someone that way. I think my baby brother has a crush.” His blue eyes lit up with mischief and not for the first time she wondered how him and Jason weren’t actually related.

“I think you’re seeing things, Nightwing. You did hit your head pretty hard last night.” She unplugged the memory stick and stashed it back in its pocket before handing the phone back to Dick.

“My head is fine.” The pout was back.

“C’mon, I need another drink.” She unlocked the bathroom door and grabbed his hand before dragging him back towards the ballroom.

It seemed like all eyes turned to them as they walked back in, so it wasn’t hard for her to look sheepish and him to plaster on his signature smile. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his side as he led them towards an empty spot in a corner.

“He’s by the bar, I’ll slip his phone back while I get you a drink.” He said.

“I hate this part.” She muttered as people continued staring.

He ducked down and pressed a kiss under her ear as part of the show. “I know. Half an hour to avoid suspicion and then we’ll leave. I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Grayson.” She said, and watched as he walked away.

She scanned the crowd for familiar faces and found Bruce talking to a group of people with his hand firmly on Damian’s shoulder, probably to stop his youngest from bolting for the exit, Steph was dancing with a guy around her age Y/N didn’t recognise, and Tim was sat huddled up with Bernard. She was so preoccupied with looking for people she knew, that a hand on her hip made her jump out of her skin. She turned around and resisted the urge to smack Jason’s chest.

“The lipstick on his collar was a nice touch.” He said, moving to perch on the edge of the table in front of her.

“Yeah, well, we had to make it look believable.” She said, glancing over to where Dick was standing at the bar.

“You used this as a cover before?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

She sighed. “Couple of times. He’s a known womanizer, remember, so it’s expected.”

He snorted before glaring at something behind her. “Demon spawn.”

“Todd.” Damian said.

“Hey, that’s mean.” She turned to Jason and whacked his arm. He narrowed his eyes at Damian, who was looking smug at her coming to his defence. She turned back to face Damian. “Everything okay?”

“Father won’t let me leave.” He complained.

“Why’s that our problem? Go bug someone else.” Jason scowled.

“Jay!” She shot a glare his way.

“You should be glad Y/N was kind enough to invite you, no one else would have.” Damian shot back.

Y/N resisted the urge to just go and join Dick at the bar. “Can you two not get long for five minutes? I mean, you both probably have more in common than any of your other siblings.” She fixed her gaze on Jason.

“Fine.” Jason finally said moving his eyes towards Damian. “Truce?”

“Only for Y/N’s sake.” Damian nodded his head once.

“Thank you.” She said before turning back to Damian. “How’s school going?”

Damian got straight to complaining about already knowing everything they had to teach him, only requiring the occasional prompt or hum of agreement from Y/N or Jason. Dick seemed to have been distracted at the bar by an old friend, so she assumed she wasn’t getting another drink. She was considering just going to get one herself when Damian stopped mid-sentence.

“What is he doing here?” Damian said it like it was a personal offence, so both Y/N and Jason turned to look at the door.

Y/N’s heart stopped and she found herself fighting to get air into her lungs. Lex Luthor was standing in the main entrance to the ballroom, two men flanking him who were clearly bodyguards. She swore she could feel the knife tearing into her skin again as Jason practically growled and shot to his feet as if he was going to run straight across the room and tackle Luthor. She reached out and grabbed his arm before he could get too far away from her.

“Jay.” She choked out as her breathing became more erratic.

He spun to face her, his eyes immediately softening. “Fuck, okay. Let’s get you out of here.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and started leading her towards the door her and Dick had entered through two hours ago. By the time they reached it, her knees were so weak he was practically holding her up. He didn’t seem to mind, however, and practically carried her up the stairs into the main body of the manor. Her thoughts were too jumbled to pay any attention to where he was taking her, but he seemed to realise that, as he didn’t try and say anything. He hesitated briefly outside of a door, so briefly she barely noticed, before he pushed it open and walked inside.

He gently set her down on the edge of a bed and dropped to his knees in front of her. He cupped her face in his hands, simultaneously forcing her to look at him and allowing him to wipe away the tears that had started streaming down her face with his thumbs. His hands were softer than she was expecting, and she raised hers to circle his wrists, resting her fingers over his pulse point and feeling the steady beat.

“You’re okay.” He said softly. “He’s not going to hurt you again, I promise.”

“What’s he doing here?” She asked as her breathing finally started to even back out.

He sighed. “I don’t know. But Bruce won’t be happy he is, and I don’t think Bruce will let him stay.”

She nodded and pulled back from him slightly, but still kept her hands wrapped around his as she moved them from her face. Her vision had started to clear, allowing her to finally take a look around the room they were in. It was clearly the room of a teenage boy; posters littered the walls, a record player and a stack of vinyls sat in one corner, a tv and a bunch of DVDs in the other. The bedside table was covered in old magazines and the bookcase on the far wall was crammed with paperback and hardbacks alike.

He noticed her looking and swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat. “This- this was my childhood room. Barely anyone comes in here now, so I knew we’d be left alone.”

She stood on shaky legs and walked over to the book case. He had a small book case in his apartment, but it didn’t have nearly as many books on it as this one did. As far as she knew, most of the books she had seen him reading came from the public library around the corner from his apartment. She heard Jason move and when she looked back, he was sat on the bed watching her.

“I knew you liked to read, but damn, you could have started your own library.”

He chuckled and laid back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling. “You sound like Alfred.”

She walked back over and laid down next to him, hands so close together that either one of them could shift slightly and tangle their fingers together.

“You know, the worst part is, I don’t even think Luthor would know who I was. I mean, he’s tried to have me tortured and killed twice, but I bet I was nothing more than a name on a piece of paper.” She whispered, keeping her eyes on the ceiling.

He shifted his hand, wrapping his pinkie around hers hesitantly. “Men like him are worth nothing. If Bruce wasn’t downstairs and I had my helmet, I’d put a bullet between his eyes before he could blink.”

She turned her head to the side to find him already looking at her and squeezed her pinkie around his. “You were right about Dick, by the way. He was jealous.”

“Is that so?” His face broke into a grin.

She hummed. “Seems to think that because me and you are closer in age I’m going to trade him in for the younger model.” She smiled when he laughed. “Why did you come tonight?”

“I already told you.” He whispered, dropping his gaze from hers again.

“Jay.” She said softly.

“You were right when you suggested it, I need to start trying more. I can’t keep blaming everyone else for not trying, when I’m not either.” He admitted. They laid in silence for a few minutes before he spoke again. “You know, teenage me would be ecstatic if he could see me now, lying in this bed with a pretty girl.”

“You’re telling me you weren’t popular with the ladies in high school with this pretty face.” She shifted forward slightly and ran a finger along his chiselled jaw.

He leaned into her touch “You know I died at fifteen, right? And I was a pretty scrawny kid before that.”

“I think teenage me would have been into teenage you.” She whispered.

“Really?”

“I mean, from the looks of this room, you were just the right level of nerd.” She smiled.

“And what about now?” He breathed out, subconsciously shifting forward until there was only an inch or so between them.

“I don’t think current you is half bad either.” All it took was his eyes flickering down to look at her lips for her to close the gap between them. His lips were soft against hers as he responded almost immediately. She turned her body into him as he did the same, brushing her fingers along his cheek before she tangled her hand in his curls as he wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her closer. The broke apart briefly, eyes searching each other for some form of hesitancy before he surged forward and kissed her again.

His hands moved to her hips and he pulled her on top of him with an ease that took her breath away. Sometimes she forgot how much the pit had actually enhanced him, on top of the muscles he worked for himself.

He sat up, keeping his lips on hers as he shifted her so she was straddling his lap. She buried her hands in his hair and tugged, causing him to groan and part his lips so she could deepen the kiss. She pressed herself closer to him as his hands moved up from her hips to knead at her chest through her dress. He swallowed the noises she made easily as she kept one hand in his hair and moved the other to start loosening his tie.

That’s when he finally seemed to realise what he was doing because his whole body went rigid and he gently pushed her back. “Fuck- I-I’m sorry. Fuck. I c-can’t do this. I’m sorry.” His eyes were glassy and her lipstick was smeared all around his lips.

“It’s okay.” She whispered, quickly clambering off of him to sit on the bed again. She adjusted her dress to cover her properly again as he struggled to get his breathing back under control.

He stood from the bed, looking anywhere but her. “I’ll send Dick up. You can go home with him as planned.” He wiped at his mouth with his sleeve as he walked out, leaving her staring after him.

She pulled herself together enough to stumble into the ensuite bathroom to try and sort her face out before Dick arrived. Her lipstick was smeared all around her lips and tear tracks were visible in the foundation on her cheeks, but luckily she had the foresight to wear waterproof eye make-up, so at least she didn’t have to deal with mascara everywhere. She wiped off the lipstick, but knew even if she took the rest of her make-up off, Dick would be able to tell she had been crying from how red her eyes were.

“Y/N?” Dick called as the bedroom door was pushed open.

She took a deep breath to steel herself and then walked out of the bathroom. “Hey.”

“You okay?” He asked, taking in her appearance.

She nodded, biting her lip as she tried to figure out what to say. “What happened with Luthor?”

“Bruce nearly lost it, I honestly thought he was going to go full on Batman on Luthor’s ass, but he stopped himself. He had him escorted out because he didn’t have a ticket. I think Luthor only showed up to gloat about a bad business deal though.” Dick said. “Jason seemed… off, I mean, more than normal. Did something happen?”

She shook her head. “Other than me having a panic attack on him, no.”

He nodded. “Must be the room then, I think this is probably the first time he’s actually been back in here since he got back.”

“Oh.” Her heart clenched painfully and she tried not to think about what had just happened. “Can we leave now?” She asked, her voice breaking.

Dick didn’t hesitate to walk forward and wrap his arms around her. She screwed her eyes shut and buried her face in his shoulder. “Yeah, of course. Let’s go.” But he didn’t actually move until she did. He squeezed her arms before taking her hand and leading her through the corridors to his car.

Part 6

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Oswald Cobblepot

Summery: Cass and Steph requested a story about her and Penguin. How they met, Bruce trying to convince her to quit working for Penguin, and her last day.

Warning: really bad description of a fight, fluff maybe, angst maybe

A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts for months and it’s finally finished. Go me. As always feedback is welcome! And feel free to let me know who or what kind of story of Batmom you want to see next.

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Given her job at the hospital and the clinic she sometimes volunteer’s at, she doesn’t get many days off. And when she has them, she takes them with a smile and relaxes outside underneath her favourite tree at Wayne Manor.

She’s happy and content at reading, and she smiles when Stephanie and Cassandra join her. They plop down on either side of her, and she starts reading out loud. Her smile only widens when the boys come out of the house to play a game of football.

And her morning is spent in a peace that she hasn’t seen in a while and she’s happy. It isn't until Alfred carries lunch out that Stephanie gets the ball rolling. “Mom, can you tell us a story?”

She raises an eyebrow at her, and laughs when she sees her boys tripping over themselves as they run towards them at the sight of food. “What kind of story would you like to hear?”

The two girls think about it for a minute. It’s Cassandra who spoke first. “Penguin.”

She shouldn’t be too surprised. The girls were away on a mission when the boys asked about her history with Harley. And when they got back, they were disappointed that they missed it. So they demanded their brothers to give them cliff notes of the stories.

“What about penguins?” Tim asked, as he plopped down beside Cass and grabbed for a plate of food. Stephanie promptly smacked his hand away. “Ow,” he whined, rubbing his hand. “What was that for?”

“You have to wait until everyone’s here, Tim. Otherwise, we don’t get food,” she said simply.

“Yeah, but if I don’t get a plate, Jason will eat everything,” he said just as Jason walked up behind him. Smacking the back of his head, Jason sits down beside Stephanie.

“I do not.” Tim, Steph and Cass gave him a pointed look causing him to huff. “So maybe I do. Can’t help it if Alfred’s food is better than my own.”

“Didn’t Alfred teach you?” Dick asked, taking a seat.

“Yeah, but before him Ma started teaching me. But that was before…” he trailed off. Jason’s death was still a sore spot for her. She hated talking about it, hating thinking about it. Hating herself and what she became when Bruce came home that night and told her what happened.

When Jason came back from the dead, she wasn’t the same. Don’t get it wrong, she was glad she had her Jason back. But there was a part of her that died when Jason did and it never came back. Since then, there was an unspoken rule of never talking about it around her. She appreciated the gesture, but sometimes it was unavoidable.

Clearing his throat, Tim repeated his question before their mother could spiral. “What about penguins?”

“Not penguins, Penguin. We’re trying to get mom to tell us stories about him,” Stephanie answered.

“Out of everyone Ummi knows, why him?” Damian asked, going to sit in front of her. She moved her legs and he sat down, leaning onto her chest. Stephanie shrugged, and grabbed a plate after getting an okay from Alfred.

“Why not? Besides, I want to know if he was always like that. Or if he changed once he became Gotham’s most wanted.” That had caused her to snort and everyone turned to her in question.

“You don’t want to wait for Bruce to come?” she asked instead of answering their question.

“I’m afraid Master Bruce is tied up at Wayne Enterprises,” Alfred said before anyone could, “but he did say he’ll be joining you later once the meeting is finished.”

So much for a perfect morning. Oh well, it can’t be helped.

“So, what exactly do you want to hear?”

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“Come on Pumpkin,” Harley whined from her bed, stretching her arms out. “When was the last time you went out and had fun?”

She peered over her book, and raised an eyebrow at Harley. “During the summer when we didn’t have school. Harley, you should know this. You were there, and so was Selina.”

“Yeah, but we’re halfway through our second year and you need to let loose a little,” Harley retorted, “you can’t worry about school all the time.”

“Harley’s right,” someone else butted in before she could say anything. They looked towards the door and found Selina leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed. “You need to let loose once and awhile. It’ll help you relax so you’re not stressing over homework. Who knows, maybe you’ll even get lucky if we go.”

She flushed at the meaning and hid her face in her book. “No, I don’t want to. Besides, even if we did go out, it’s not like we can go out to bars. We’re underage.”

“I know a place that let’s minors in,” Selina supplied. Harley squealed and rolled off her bed, landing on the floor beside her roommate. She pulled the book away from her and pouted.

“Please?”

Her resolve crumbled as she sighed. “Fine, I’ll go out with you tonight. But only for tonight!” she promised. Selina rolled her eyes while Harley clapped her hands in victory.

“Yay! Now we have to find something for you to wear.” She only groaned as she watched her friends raid her closet.

“The Iceberg Lounge?” she questioned as she looked up at the building where they stood in line. “It sounds classy. Are you sure they let minors in?”

“Positive,” Selina purred, looping her arms through hers and Harley’s. “I’ve been here before; I think you’ll like it.”

She hummed but looked unconvinced. “If you don’t like it, we can always leave. Just say the word and we’ll go somewhere else,” Harley said, smiling brightly, she returned it in thanks. Her heart thumped quickly at the thought of Harley looking out for her, but she ignored it in favour of trying not to ruin the night.

Soon enough they neared the front of the line. The bouncer raised an eyebrow, but Selina did most of the talking. After a minute or two, he sighed and let them in after telling them the rules.

The lounge was quiet when she stepped in. not the quiet that libraries have when one wants to study. It wasn’t loud like the clubs she used to sneak into with Bruce. It was somewhere in between, a respectable level of quietness/loudness that she found herself relaxing. This was a place she knew she would visit again.

“Selina! Baby, it’s been awhile,” the bartender called once the three of them walked closer to the bar.

Selina smiled and brought her arms to her side before leaning on the bar. “Hey Joe,” she greeted and ordered drinks for the three of them. Harley had dragged her away when she noticed Selina started flirting.

“Wonder if she never not flirted.” Harley mused as she found an empty table. Sliding into the seat beside Harley, she laughed.

“I don’t think she knows how,” she said. Harley looked at her and she shrugged as an answer. “I’ve known her since high school, I’ve seen her with anyone she deemed interesting.”

“Has she flirted with you?”

She flushed at the thought of her best friend ever flirting with her, but merely shrugged. “Don’t know.”

“She was too busy with her nose in a book,” Selina said from behind them. She jumped while Harley giggled, and turned to look at Selina in question. “But it wouldn’t have mattered, I didn’t really like her like that so my feelings weren’t hurt.”

She flushed again and turned back to the table with a small pout. “I wasn’t that bad,” she mumbled. Selina hummed and walked around in front of them, sliding their drinks to them.

“Right. But the stories I have, tell otherwise.”

The red on her cheeks darkened and she took a sip of her drink to help cool her down. “Can we not? I don’t want to go down memory lane. It’s embarrassing.”

“Awe, but Pumpkin,” Harley whined, giving her puppy dog eyes. She looked away and shook her head firmly. Harley pouted when she refused to look at her. “Fine. I’ll leave it for now.”

“Thank you,” she said, giving Harley a smile. She didn’t notice the blush creeping on Harley’s neck, but Selina did.

“Come on Harley, let’s go dance,” Selina said, standing as Harley nodded eagerly.

“Are you coming pumpkin?”

“She doesn’t dance,” Selina answered, grabbing Harley by the hand and dragged her towards the dance floor. She floundered for a bit but didn’t try to defend herself.

“You guys have fun. I’m fun here,” she called after them instead.

“If you’re sure,” Harley called, looking unsure. She smiled at her roommate and only then did Harley feel comfortable leaving her alone.

She watched her friends dance for a bit before pulling out her phone. Opening the internet, she scrolled through hoping to find a part time job. But nothing seemed to appeal to her.

Sighing, she closed the phone and set it down. Crossing her arms on the table, she rested her chin on her arms and smiled as she watched her friends dancing.

“Shouldn’t you be over there dancing instead of sitting here by yourself?” someone asked, and she trailed her eyes over to an older man sitting beside her with a hooked nose. She shrugged and looked back at her friends.

“I can’t dance very well, and I don’t want to be the reason why we go home early,” she replied. “I might step on their toes or something. I think it’s a mood killer.”

“Still, it’d been fun to dance for a bit.”

“Maybe.”

They lapsed in silence for a while before it became too much, she introduced herself. “Nice to meet you, Oswald Cobblepot.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” she replied, and still thinking about finding a job, she took the plunge and asked if he knew someone looking for people.

—

“Hold on,” Dick interrupted, waving his arms in front of him as the story faded. “You worked for Penguin?”

“Yup. Stayed there until I was done with my residency,” she answered, chewing on a strawberry. “Honestly, the best job I’ve ever had.”

“But why?” Tim asked, moving his plate to the side and went to lay on his stomach. She leaned back on the tree and wrapped her arms around Damien once they were done eating.

“Med school isn’t cheap you know, plus everything else. I needed the money,” she said, tilting her head a little. “But I had some conditions while working there, don’t worry.”

“Bet Dad didn’t like that.”

She laughed and shook her head. “Oh you have no idea.”

—

“Seriously? Penguin?” Bruce exclaimed, following her as she walked behind the bar. She rolled her eyes and bent down to pick up a crate, only for Bruce to take it out of her hands once she stood up.

“Bruce!”

“No, Bug. You need to listen, you can’t work for someone like Penguin,” Bruce stressed out. She gave him a look and grabbed for the crate, tugging. He didn’t let go.

“No Bruce, I can listen to you but I’m not doing what you want me to do,” she answered, tugging on the crate with force, this time he let go. “And besides, I don’t even know who Penguin is.”

Bruce gaped at her and watched as she moved the crate to the storage room. When she came back, she huffed. “What?”

“Do you watch the news? It’s everywhere,” Bruce said, and she tilted her head scrunching her nose in thought. “Seriously? You don’t pay attention to the news?”

“No? That’s why I have Harley and Johnathan for,” she teased, he gave her a pointed look. “What? I’m busy with school and work. So forgive me if I don’t have time to read what’s going on in Gotham and who’s fighting who.”

“You were never too busy to pay attention to the news growing up,” he countered.

“Things change, Bruce. You of all people should know that,” she said, and let it sit in the air as she picked up the clipboard with all the things she still needed to do before opening.

“Do you even know what he does? What secret meetings he has while you work out in the front? I can tell you, his next meeting is with Zsasz about-”

“Nope!” she shouted a little too loudly, dropping the clipboard with a clang and hurriedly covered his mouth with her hands, stopping him before he could finish the sentence. “No, don’t finish whatever you’re going to say.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow and stared at her, waiting for an explanation. “I am aware of what he might be doing,” she said slowly, ignoring the look of disbelief. “Shut up, Bruce. I know it sounds dumb, but if I don’t know what’s going on I can live my life.”

“That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard,” Bruce mumbled behind her hands. She shrugged and dropped her hands. “He’s a crook and you know that. And yet you still work for him?”

She turned around and picked up the clipboard, looking it over. “What I know and don't is fine. It works in my favour if I don't. You know, plausible deniability. Besides, I work out here serving drinks and cleaning and stuff. He knows that and won’t get me involved.”

“You’re already involved! You’re working for him. Besides, you can’t live your life like that, it’ll get you killed.”

“Oswald won’t let that happen,” she answered. It was almost comical how wide his eyes were when she said his name. “And I’m sure you won’t either.”

“You call him by his name?”

“Of course, what else would I call him? Mr. Cobblepots? That’s a mouthful and he insisted I call him Oswald. And calling him Penguin just feels weird.”

“I think you’re a weirdo.”

“Geez, thanks Bruce. You really know how to charm a lady,” she said, voice flat. “The money I earn here is clean.”

“You can’t possibly know that,” he said, moving out of the way as she shooed him. She walked behind the bar and began wiping it down as Bruce sat on one of the stools.

“Of course I do, I do the book,” she said. Bruce leaned against the bar causing her to stop. She looked up and raised an eyebrow. “The books of the bar, not whatever Oswald is in.”

“You hate math.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t do it,” she countered, trying to push him off the bar. “Move.”

“Come work for me,” he said, freezing her in place. She gripped his arm where her hands stilled, as if he just asked her out on a date.

“What?” she whispered. Clearing her throat, she let go of his arms and stood back, arms crossed. “And do what? Be your secretary? Be Batman’s? No thank you.”

“Why not? The pays probably better, good benefits too. And you'll be working for your best friend.”

“Exactly why I do not want to work for you,” she said. “The commune is longer-“

“I’ll get you a driver.”

“My schooling is important and I can’t miss classes-“

“We’ll work around your class schedule.”

“No, Bruce. I don’t want to work for you and you won’t be able to convince me otherwise,” she said, stubbornly.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t need people saying I’m sleeping with you just to get a job, or why I got promoted,” she finally caved and Bruce stared at her in shock.

“Why would they think that?”

She raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief and shook her head. “Bruce, you are and I quote ‘Bruce Wanye, Gotham’s next playboy billionaire’,” she said and snorted as he gaped like a fish. “Seriously? Don’t you look at the tabloids?”

“No! Is that what they’re saying about me?” Bruce asked, crossing his arms and waited.

“Don’t know what else they’ll say about you going on dates with different people every night,” she said, “but I’m sure that’s what you wanted right, so people can’t accuse you of being, well, you know.”

“Yeah, I just didn’t realize that’s what they settled on,” Bruce huffed, moving to lean his arms on the bar. “Is that really why you don’t want to work for me?”

“Yes. I want to make a name for myself, and to do that I have to distance my name with yours. I mean come on, growing up we were always together. If your name was in the paper, so was mine. What was it that they called us? Gotham’s sweethearts? They even predicted that we’d get married once we were older. So coming to work for you, would just add fuel to that burnt out fire. Besides, I like it here Bruce.”

“I never knew,” he whispered, resting to put his chin on his arms. She leaned over the bar and patted his head.

“You did, we joked about it for a bit. But then the mugging happened, and then you pushed me away.”

“Fat lot that did,” he said but couldn’t help but smile. She returned it and reached over to squeeze his hand.

“I’m just as stubborn, Bruce. Too bad you found out the hard way.”

They were silent for a moment, both lost in the past. A few seconds later, Bruce cleared his throat and dragged his gaze to her.

“So does that mean you, if I asked, that you’ll say no to being my informant?”

“Bruce!”

—

“You tried getting Mom as an informant?!” Dick asked, leaning forward as he saw Bruce make his way towards them.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bruce said, coming to a stop beside Dick.

“Oh come on! Mom was telling us how she worked for Penguin. And that you tried to get her to quit,” Tim elaborated. Bruce made a face as memories from back then resurfaced.

“I still can’t believe you worked there until it shut down,” Bruce said, joining her by the tree. Cass, Stephen and Damian shifted so her and Bruce sat next to each other.

She looked up and smiled. “Like I said, plausible deniability.”

“I can’t believe it worked,” Bruce said, leaning down and kissing her cheek.

“Yeah, and the commissioner didn’t believe me when I said I had no idea what was happening. I’ve spent so much time in the interrogation room, I didn’t think I was ever going home.”

“It wasn’t too bad.”

She raised an eyebrow and gave Bruce a pointed look. “I was there for the rest of the night. All because we were waiting for Oswald to wake up. Harley and Selina almost came to get me by force if you hadn’t stopped them. Gordon ended up having to release me before all three of you could do something about it.”

“What did you tell them?” Dick asked, leaning over and snatching a cookie before Tim could grab one. Ignoring Tim’s hey! and took a bite.

“The truth,” she said, turning back to everyone. “That I work behind the bar. That I'm not allowed to go into the back and if I needed something, to ask someone else. Or call him for something and he’ll have someone bring it out.”

“Did you know Zsasz?” Jason questioned.

“Mm. But only as a customer. Was a huge flirt though, loved to make Harley jealous when they came out to bug me. Selina got a kick out of it too and joined in. I’ve never been so flustered in my life then on nights like those.”

“It’s still so weird that you and Harley dated,” Steph sighed, leaning her full weight on her mom. “Must have been the love of ages.”

“It was," Bruce answered for her. She turned to look at him, expecting to see jealousy, anger. But instead all she saw was love, admiration and gratitude. For what, she did not know, but had an inkling it was meant for Harley. Bruce slipped a hand in hers and squeezed, she returned the gesture.

“Wait, hold up,” Tim said, backtracking. “What do you mean Gordon kept you at the station?”

Bruce chuckled and Y/N blew out a breath. “That day wasn’t the first time I’ve spent time at the police station being questioned. But it was the last time, and it happened after Batman’s fight with Oswald. I told both of them if they wanted to fight, they were free too. Just not in the place I work. But neither listened.”

“You’ve been questioned before?” Barbara asked, knitting her brows together. “Dad never mentioned you.”

“Oh yeah. When Penguin first started up his criminal enterprise or whatever, Jim wanted to bring him down. Pulled me into the station a few times, asking what I know. Ooh I frustrated him so much because I knew nothing. And he didn’t have anything on me to book me, so he watched me walk away. Every time.”

Bruce snorted, gaining the attention of everyone. “He even came to Batman and Bruce, asking if I knew anything or had anything on her that she was in on whatever Penguin was doing. But true to her word, she stayed far away from it. It was starting to piss me off too.”

“What can I say? When I set my mind to something, it sticks.” Bruce grunted with mock annoyance.

“So what happened on your last day of working at the club?” Damian asked, interrupting whatever was going on between the two.

“Right. Well, it started with Ed.”

—

“Hello Peaches!” Edward Nigma called as he walked through the door.

“You know, I’ve never understood why you’ve nicknamed me Peaches,” she said in greeting, moving behind the bar as he walked towards it.

“You like peaches,” Ed said with a shrug.

“Just because I like peaches doesn’t mean anything,” she pointed out and smiled when he gave her a look. “What?”

“I said peaches and you answered without thinking twice about it,” Ed answered, “so it stuck.”

“Stuck indeed,” she hummed, laughing a little as she thought of all the nicknames she’s acquired. They range from types of animals to foods. She didn’t mind of course, she found it endearing.

“Oswald around?” Ed asked once there was a lull in the conversation.

“Probably,” she answered with a shrug, before going back to counting inventory. Ed paused in his walk and turned to face her, studying her.

“He doesn’t know you’re here, does he?” Ed asked, and watched as she froze in her task. She turned around and smiled guiltily.

“...no he does not,” she said, “it was suppose to be my day off, but Harley was busy and everyone else was too. So I figured I could catch up on stuff I’ve been slacking lately. Feel free to tell him when you see him though.”

Ed shook his head with a laugh. “Yeah. One day you’re going to get in trouble and I won’t be there to stop it. Probably should go home, Peaches.”

She waved away his worry before turning her head on him. “Don’t worry, it feels like I have a guardian looking after me anyways.” Ed chuckled, saying goodbye before leaving for the back room. “Oh and Ed?” she called, stopping him from walking through the door. He hummed in acknowledgement. “You know the rules.”

“You know, for someone who doesn’t want to know what Oswald is doing, you sure are a stickler for rules,” Ed pointed out and dropped his phone in the basket on the bar.

“What can I say? I’m a rule follower.”

Once she heard the door open and closed, she took out her headphones from her pocket and put them on. Scrolling through her music, she found her work playlist and hit play.

And that’s how she spent the next few hours, music blasting in her ears, oblivious to the world outside. Soon, the sun had set and with the lounge being closed for the night, it allowed her to finish up inventory and cleaned the place.

As she swept the floor, there was a commotion that started in the back rooms. Her music was loud enough she couldn’t hear the breaking of boxes, or shouting coming to her friends and boss. It wasn’t until someone was thrown through the back wall, and landed near her. Missing her by a few feet.

She shrieked, holding the broom close to her chest as she watched Batman groan from where he landed. “Bruce?” she whispered to herself, but loud enough that Batman could hear her. She saw his eyes widen before whipping around to find her standing there, looking frazzled.

“What are you doing here?” Batman asked, grunting as he stood up. She ripped off her headphones, mouth open to reply. But before she could, a cackling sound came from the gaping hole. They both turned to see Oswald standing there, with a machine gun pointing at Batman.

“Oswald?!” she squeaked out in surprise, clutching the broom so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She watched as Oswald turned towards her in surprise, grip slacking slightly on the gun.

“It’s suppose to be your day off?!” Oswald shouted, lowering the gun. “What are you doing here?”

“I had mentioned I was gonna come here and catch up on some work the other day!” she shouted, grip loosening on the broom handle. “I even told Ed to tell you I was here! Clearly he hadn’t.”

As if he was summoned, Ed walked up behind Oswald and stood beside him. “Why the sudden quietness?” he asked, not noticing who all was in the room.

“Edward Nygma!” she shouted, adjusting the broom in her hand, as if she was about to go and hit him with it. “What the hell?!”

“Peaches, I didn’t know you’d be here,” Ed said in mock shock. She went to take a step forward but stalled when Oswald shifted the gun in his hands. “You should have gone home when you had the chance.”

“I call bullshit, Edward.”

“Well, I did tell you would get in trouble one day,” he said with a shrug. He shuffled towards Oswald, hanging off his shoulder looking a little unhinged.

“Somethings wrong,” she whispered, once again her grip tightened on the broom as she shuffled a bit closer to Batman. From the corner of her eye, she saw Batman slowly move towards her as well. “Ed’s not usually like this. What happened?”

“What happened dear Peaches,” Ed started, leaning over to grab the gun from Oswald, “I’ve just been hit with a dose of reality,” he finished as he checked the magazine. When everything seemed alright, Ed threw her a smile. She shuddered at the look he was giving her. “Now Peaches, let’s see if that guardian angel is here now.”

And before she could process what he meant by that, Ed pulled the trigger. Everything happened in slow motion as she watched in horror as he pointed the gun at her. She felt a stinging feeling in her shoulder before having her breath knocked out of her as Batman tackled her to the ground.

She groaned as they rolled across the floor, and Batman threw down a table as coverage as he pressed her close to his chest. “What are you doing here?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“What am I doing here?! What are you doing here?!” she whispered-yelled, looking up to glare at him. “I thought you normally don’t fight at the lounge.”

“Only when I know you’re not here.”

—

Bruce cleared his throat, interrupting her story. She turned towards him with a raised brow and dared him to continue. He had the decency to look sheepish and ignored the glares that were sent his way.

“To be fair, I didn’t know you were working that night either,” he said and raised his hands in surrender when she leaned over and punched him. “It was your day off!”

“Doesn't mean I have to tell you every time I’m working.”

“She has you there, B,” Dick said. Y/N gestured to him and smiled.

“I mean it would be nice. I wouldn’t have to worry about you at night.” She scoffed.

“Back then maybe. But you're not my keeper, Bruce. I can take care of myself.”

“Don’t I know it,” he sighed out, eyes softening as he stared at her. There were a few oh gross and get a room and there are children here! thrown around. The two laughed and turned back to the group.

“Okay, where was I?”

“You were being shot at,” Damian supplied.

“Right. Well…”

—

“Seriously?! Is that why I come to work sometimes to see the lounge all trashed up and having to spend hours cleaning before opening?” she questioned and her eyes only narrowed when he shot him a look that screamed, not now. “Oh I’m sorry. It’s not like I go to your work and tell you how to run things,” she said bitterly.

“You could have if you accepted my offer,” Batman pointed out. She huffed, pushing out his arms only to cross them. She faintly heard Oswald and Ed arguing over the gunfire, but she paid them no mind. She was angry, with whom, it was anyone’s guess. But it seemed she was taking it out on Batman.

“Doesn’t matter now,” she sighed out, “so what now?”

“Now, you stay out of the way so I can stop them from hurting anyone,” Batman said, ignoring that look she was giving him. “And then I’m taking you home.”

“No shit,” she said, and peeked her head over the table when the gunfire had stopped. But she was quickly pushed down and she shot Batman a look. “What?”

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“Like you would let that happen,” she quipped back. “And even if you did, Alfred would have your head. He likes me more than you.”

“First of all, no he doesn’t,” he grunted trying to mask his annoyance, it wasn’t working. “Secondly, you need to shut up or I’ll let it happen.”

She gasped mockingly and covered her heart with her hands. Instead of saying what she wanted too, a wince left her mouth, drawing Batman’s attention to her.

“You're hurt,” he said, his annoyance with her was replaced by worry. Grabbing her arm to look at her shoulder better. She winced and tried to pull her arm back, he didn’t let go.

“I’m fine,” she countered, tugging her arm with more force. She stopped when a sharp pain shot through her arm and hissed.

“Doesn’t sound like it,” he grunted.

“It’s just a scratch,” she tried to argue but knew it was a losing battle when Batman shot her a glare. “It missed anything important.”

“You’re shot and I’m pretty sure the bullet’s still in there,” he pointed out. When silence settled into the room, Batman looked over the table and cursed. “Great, now I have to go find them.”

“Sorry for getting in the way,” she mumbled, cradling her injured out. Guilt seeped its way in her stomach, and she hunched into herself.

“It’s fine, they’re probably out back,” he said, standing up, he bent down and picked her up with ease. She made a noise in surprise and wrapped her arms around his neck without thinking.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you somewhere safe while I finish up,” he said, walking towards the bathroom. He shouldered the door open and moved to place her on the counter. He leaned over and grabbed a wad of paper towels and pressed it against her shoulder. “Keep the pressure on it.”

“I think I know what to do, Bruce,” she said, groaning as she pressed the towels onto her shoulder. “I am a doctor.”

“Not yet you aren’t.”

“Oh Batman!” They heard Ed yell from the other side of the door. “Come out, come out wherever you are!”

“What’s gotten into him?” she asked, watching Bruce move towards the door.

“Stay here until I come get you,” he said, ignoring her question.

“Are you always this bossy?”

“Are you always this annoying?” he shot back.

“Yes,” she said in a heartbeat. Batman shook his head but she didn’t miss the small smile dancing on his lips.

“I mean it, stay here,” he said, staring her down until she nodded.

“Yes boss,” she said. With that, Bruce turned into Batman as he slipped through the door.

As she sat there, the adrenaline from the night wore off and the pain from her shoulder started trickling in. She tried to ignore the pain and let her mind drift to the events that happened that night. Ed was all about riddles and quizzes about trivial stuff. Not whatever happened tonight. And it scared her.

She groaned and slumped against the wall, trying her best to ignore the yelling and fighting that was happening in the other room. “I quit,” she mumbled to no one in particular.

She closed her eyes and tiredness of the day seeped into her body. Thinking it would be fine if she rested a little bit without falling asleep.

She didn’t know how long she'd been sitting there, it could have been seconds, minutes, days, and if she was feeling dramatic, years. But soon enough, the door to the bathroom opened. Someone said her name but she didn’t have enough energy to acknowledge them.

A hand gently slapped her cheeks and she blinked open her eyes only to see a blurry Batman standing in front of her. She blinked a few times until he wasn’t so blurry.

“Bruce?” she questioned, “what are you doing at my house dressed up as Batman?”

“Where not at your house, Bug. We’re still at the lounge,” he said, taking the bloodied towels away from her shoulder. He applied fresh ones and the sharp pain that scattered throughout her arm was enough to wake her up.

“Is the fight over?” she asked, moving to sit forward. “Are they okay?”

“You’re still worried about them even after what happened tonight?” She only shrugged in response, feeling like if she explained it, he wouldn’t understand. “Yeah they’re okay. Nygma was hit with something, but he should be fine in a few hours. The police and EMT’s are on the way, so I should be leaving soon.”

“Leaving me so soon?” she asked. He shook his head and helped her down off the counter.

“I’ll still be around, you just won’t be able to see me.”

She nodded and the two of them made their way out of the bathroom. She looked around the lounge and grimaced at the thought of cleaning it up. Tables and chairs were thrown around, bullet holes littered the walls and everything.

“You know what? I quit,” she said again, leaning onto Batman’s arms. “I think I’ll make due without a job for a while. Besides, I’m almost done with school.”

“Thought you liked working here.” Not a question, but she answered all the same.

“I do, but cleaning this place up after one of your fights gets exhausting after a while. I’ve had my run at running a club, it’s time for my next adventure. Hopefully one where I’m not in the middle of one of your fights.”

Bruce huffed a laugh and shook his head in amazement. “Sometimes I wonder how we became friends and stayed friends.”

She looked up and squinted. “We fought over crayons in the second grade and I couldn’t get you to leave me alone since.”

“Mm, I remember it being the other way around.”

She stuck her nose in the air and huffed. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Right,” he said with a laugh. Once they made it outside, she widened her eyes as she took notice of Ed and Oswald tied up together and unconscious. Though if she didn’t know any better, she would have thought they were dead.

“You didn’t kill them, did you?” she whispered as if that would get him to admit that he did. She couldn’t help a small smile when he shot her a look.

“You know me better than that,” he grunted, and she could feel him rolling his eyes, even if she couldn’t see it. “But they’ll be fine. I have to leave for now, but I’ll come find you later.”

“What? Why?” she said, turning to him in alarm. With the adrenaline finally leaving her body, she felt her body crashing, and she was worried and scared of being alone.

“The police are on their way along with the EMT’s,” he elaborated, squeezing her uninjured shoulder in reassurance. “You need to get your shoulder checked and I’m pretty sure Gordon has some questions for you.”

She groaned and moved to sit on the steps of the lounge. “You called the commissioner?”

“Only because he’s the only one I trust to keep you out of harm's way.”

“Very reassuring,” she said dryly. Bruce patted her head before taking out his grappling hook, he shot it at a building after reassuring her that he’ll be back. Just not in the bat suit.

She sat there, and watched as police cars and an ambulance came speeding towards them. They stopped just before the lounge, and got straight to work. She watched as one of the police officers made a beeline towards her, and she scooted back at the look he sent her. But before he had the chance to question her, or arrest her from the looks he shot her, Commissioner Gordon stopped him.

Gordon sent him to do something else, and turned and made his way towards her. “Good evening Commissioner,” she greeted, attempting to wave but stopped when pain shot through her.

“Evening,” he greeted, looking over her form. “Anyone taken a look at your shoulder yet?”

“Not yet.” At her answer, Gordon waved over the paramedics. They looked it over, and she was relieved that Bruce was wrong. It ended up being a through and through so all she needed were stitches. Which they did, and bandaged her up, telling her to go to the hospital if it was getting worse. A little confused, she nodded and watched as they packed up and left. “Shouldn’t I get a ride to the hospital with them?”

Gordon shrugged, not having a clue. “You up for answering a few questions or would you rather get those stitches?”

She thought about it before answering. “I’ll answer some questions, the thought of going to the hospital right now sounds tiring.”

Smiling, Gordon helped her up and escorted her to his car. “We’ll do it at the station, more privacy.”

The ride to the station was quiet and so was the walk towards the interrogation room. Though she could make due without the stares or glares.

“Sorry about them,” Gordon said, letting her in the trim before closing the door behind him. “They’re not the biggest fan of your boss.”

“Can’t understand why,” she said, and sat down. Gordon hummed and went straight to questioning her. They were standard questions, if she was aware what was happening, if she was working for Oswald in his side business.

A couple of hours had passed, and Gordon looked as tired as she felt. “And you had no idea what Cobblepot’s was doing while you worked at the front?” he asked again.

“Yup. I was in charge of everything that was pertaining to the Lounge. I was one of the bartenders, I managed the front, made sure everything was okay. I did inventory, did the books for Oswald, and made sure everyone was paid. Cleaned the front of the Lounge, decorated accordingly to the seasons and holidays. I did everything. The only rule was that I wasn’t allowed to go in the back rooms. The only room I was allowed to go into was the storage room and the cooler where we kept the decorations and where we stored the drinks.”

Gordon sighed and rubbed his face before nodding. “Okay,” he said slowly, standing up.

“So I can go?” she asked, watching as he made his way to the door.

“Not yet,” he said and her shoulders slumped into disappointment. “I need to collaborate your story with Cobblepot. And that all depends on if he’s awake or not.”

With that, he left, leaving her in the room with her thoughts. She was really regretting not going to the hospital when he offered.

She sat there and tapped her fingers on the table, puffing out her cheeks as she thought about Harley. “Oh man, she’s gonna kill me,” she groaned, sinking into her seat. “Selina too, I just hope they don’t hear anything about this until I’m out.”

But the commotion that she could hear coming down the hall, proved her wrong. Straining her ears, she could hear Harley muffled yelling and Selina’s worried tone. She was afraid they’d get in trouble if they continued. Soon, she heard Bruce’s voice rumble through the room.

“Good, with Bruce here they’ll be fine,” she sighed, crossing her arms, waiting.

An hour or so later, the door finally opened revealing a sheepish Gordon. “Sorry about that.”

“I’d say no worries, but I’d be lying,” she said, sitting up straight. “Everything okay out there?”

“Yeah, you friends sure know how to make an entrance,” he answered. He opened the door for her and gestured with his head. “Go, with how many times I’ve questioned you, I have no reason to doubt you.”

She smiled and stood, making her way out the door. As she passed Gordon, she patted his arm. “I’m sorry for the headaches I’ve caused you. I hope to not cause you more in the future.”

“Trust me, you’re one headache I don’t mind having. You’re better than the bat and the criminals we have to deal with,” he said, with a smile. She laughed and shook head.

“Good luck,” she said as a goodbye. As she walked towards the front of the building, she could hear Harley.

“You can’t keep her here,” Harley whined, “you either have to charge her or let her go. She didn’t do anything.”

“She’s only here to answer a few questions, Ms, Quinzel. She’s free to leave once the Commissioner gives the all clear,” the officer at the front desk explained.

“It’s been hours though,” Selina pointed out. “You have nothing to hold her on. So either release her or charge her.”

From where she stood, she couldn’t see the expression on the officer's face, but the slumped shoulders told her they were tired.

“I’m sure your friend is finished any moment now. Please have a seat until then.”

“If you don’t, I’m going to riot and nothing can stop me,” Harley stated, moving to jump on the front desk. Bruce wrapped his arms around Harley and picked her up, holding her to his chest.

It was quite the sight to watch Harley being carried like a baby, thrashing around demanding to be let go.

“I don’t think she wants to stay here any longer if you're thrown in lockup,” Bruce commented, moving back a little so Harley couldn’t hit the desk. Selina looked on in amusement while Harley pouted.

“Do I weigh nothing to you?” Harley asked, turning her head to look up at him. Bruce shrugged and sent her a smirk.

“It’s like holding a couple of grapes,” he answered, causing Selina to laugh.

“Don’t quote Brooklyn 99 to me,” Harley squawked, wiggling until she was free. Before anyone could do anything else, she walked through the door.

“Can we go home?” she asked, interrupting whatever else they were planning. “I’m really tired.”

The three of them whipped their heads towards her, and she could see the officer physically relax.

“Pumpkin!” Harley shouted, darting towards her, almost tackling her to the ground in a hug. “I thought I’d never see you again!”

She winced when Harley pressed onto her shoulder and hoped no one noticed. But luck was not on her side tonight and Harley immediately let go, looking at her in concern.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Harley asked, she shook her head and gestured to her shoulder.

“Nygma was shooting up the place and I got a bullet to my shoulder,” she answered, “it was a through and through though, so the paramedics gave me a few stitches,” she said, giving Bruce a pointed look. Which he ignored completely.

“You should still go to the hospital,” Harley said, leaning over to study her shoulder. “At least to get it checked out.”

“I’m fine,” she said, waving it away like it was nothing. “I just want to go home.”

“No, Harley’s right,” Selina said, and stood beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist and she leaned into her touch. “It needs to be looked at properly.”

“Come on, I’ll drive,” Bruce said and ushering the three of them out of the building and into the car.

“More like Alfred will drive. I’ve never seen you behind the wheel once in our entire life,” she said as she climbed in, saying hello to Alfred.

“That is because he's a terrible driver,” Alfred answered for Bruce. She laughed, and leaned her weight on Harley, feeling sleep pull at her.

“I have no doubt about that,” she said, closing her eyes.

“To the hospital, Alfred.”

“Thanks again,” Harley said, snuggling closer. “Come on Pumpkin. Sleep, I’ll wake you when we’re at the hospital.”

She mumbled something incoherent and let sleep claim her.

———

“It was the shortest drive in my life but I had it looked at properly,” she finished. “Took forever though, I almost fell asleep while waiting.”

“You did fall asleep,” Bruce pointed out, “and you fell asleep while they redid your stitches, and while we were leaving. I ended up having to carry you so you didn't fall. Alfred insisted we bring you here, it was closer. Alfred was worried and he made sure Selina and Harley could stay too.”

“Oh that makes sense now,” she mumbled. “And you can’t blame me, it had been a long night and I was exhausted by the time Jim was done questioning me.”

“No one blames you,” Bruce said, “if anything, I blame myself.”

“Don’t even go there. No one could have known what was going to happen,” she said.

“So, do you have a scar?” Dick asked before the two of them could go into the blaming game.

She made a face and nodded. “Yeah, it’s small though but it’s there. No you cannot see it.”

“Awe.”

“At least now you're in the scar club,” Jason joked, she snorted.

“Boy, I joined that club long before any of you showed up,” she said and they all turned to look at you.

“You mean that’s not the last time you’ve been in the middle of a Batman fight?” Damian asked the question they were all thinking.

“It was my first yeah, but not my last.”

“Tell me more,” Steph pressed, resting her chin on her moms shoulder.

“Another time, my dear. I’m all storied out,” she said, patting Stephanie’s cheek gently.

There was a collective awe mans, but they all moved to get up, restarting their game of football.

“The amount of heart attacks I’ve gotten because you somehow ended up in the middle of those fights is astonishing,” Bruce said, moving to sit beside her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she leaned into him.

“Yeah, I’d say sorry but-”

“But you're not,” Bruce finished, leaning down to kiss her head with a smile.

“Not my fault fate has issues with me,” she hummed, watching her children run around. Jason had the ball and both Duke and Dick were trying to tackle him for it.

“No, but it is when you keep tempting it.”

“What can I say? I live for the adventure.”

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Batfam X Neglected Batsis Reader

Part 2

It was the day, or night of the fundraiser and you were jittery. With both nerves, and excitement. For starters it was your first time at an event like this by yourself. Usually at least your siblings were there, but being around them was like being alone anyways.

Harry had a package sent to the house two days before and Alfred had brought it up to your bedroom. A note was inside the box on top of a black dress. It wasn’t anything too flashy, but it was definitely a jaw-dropper. It was short, black, and had long sleeves but the sides were ruched and had two strings that tied into loose bows at the sides and dangled down your thighs. He had also sent a pair of black suede heels, and you had never worn any before so you were especially nervous about those, but you had been practicing in your room almost all day when it was sent. There was also a diamond clutch purse, and a matching thin diamond necklace and earrings. You had gasped when you pulled everything out of the gift box. You could tell the diamonds were real.

When Alfred brought it up he seemed a little puzzled, but also had a little knowing smirk on his lips. Probably from the little tag on the gift box that read, “To Miss Lana Lang” with a drawn heart and a kissy face. You had wanted to tell Alfred that it wasn’t what he thought but you decided against it, and simply thanked him for bringing the package up. Immediately you set it on your bed and sighed. You had barely known this boy for longer than ten minutes and he was already embarrassingly flirty. But you couldn’t deny that it made a little smile pull at your own lips, and turned your freckled cheeks a little pink. You hadn’t really been able to stop thinking about him ever since that time on the sidewalk where you met him.

Although you weren’t actually planning to go, even when he sent the dress. You did feel a little pressured, feeling a little bad that he would’ve spent all this money on clearly expensive clothing and accessories, just for you to not even show up. And you had really wanted to see him again. You thought about sending it all back with an apology letter, but when you read the letter inside the box your mind was half changed. What happened with Damian just sealed the deal.

“Lana, I’d really love it if you’d wear this and join me at the fundraiser event in two days. There’s no pressure though, if you aren’t interested. Maybe we could meet up and do something else instead. However if you do decide to come, it would really make my day. 8:00 sharp. Even if you don’t decide to come, keep the outfit. Maybe I could see you in it another time.

P.S., the diamonds are real. You’d look lovely in them, Kitten.”

After you read that letter, your head was spinning, and your heart was beating ten times faster. You did feel a little relieved that he wasn’t pressuring you to come. And was he asking you out again? If you didn’t want to come? It was too much for you to think about at the time, so you had packed it all up, we’re preparing to write up a letter explaining why you couldn’t come. Probably using some bullshit excuse of having to finish a paper for school or something.

But after you had that incident in the kitchen with your younger “brother”, you had made up your mind. You were going. You needed a distraction anyway. A break, and you wanted to do something for you for once, instead of constantly trying to please everyone else in the household and tripping yourself up in the process.

(Present Time)

You were currently getting dressed in your room. You had to wear a black strapless bra because of the sweetheart cut and curved breast line of the dress. You weren’t sure how he knew your size, but he probably took a gamble. It wouldn’t have been hard to figure out that you were an extra small because of your build. It fit perfectly. It hugged your body, you didn’t really have many or any curves for that matter, it it made you look incredibly flattering. You slipped into the black suede heels that also fit very well. After dumping all your necessities into your diamond clutch(, wallet, keys, pads, candies, pepper spray-you never know-) you had fastened the dazzling necklace and earrings on and next was your hair. You let it down and it was already straight, but you used a flat iron to bump it inwards a little at the ends. You painted your lips with a dark-wine colored lipstick. You had bought it a while back but never used it. That was the only makeup you put on as you looked in the mirror.

You were happy with your appearance. “I hope Harry is too.” You thought but instantly, you brushed the intrusive thought away. “You hardly know him, Lana” you told yourself.

Now for the hard part..sneak out the house at 7:50 pm and try not to get noticed by nine people. Piece of cake. It wasn’t necessarily ray you weren’t supposed to go, it was more you didn’t really want to have to explain to anyone why you were dressed for a party, and leaving the house at 8:00 p.m., when all you’ve ever done was stay inside the house shut up in your room. You crept through the house as quietly as you could in nine inch heels. You were down the stairs and now all you had to do was cross the spacious living room to reach the kitchen. And you were almost home free when you heard footsteps. Slow, but sure. Fuck.

You thought you were done for, but when you saw Alfred’s frame round the corner with a neutral look on his face you breathed a sigh of relief. At least maybe you could try talking to him. “Alfred! Um, hi…” you said with a nervous smile on your face. You were a dead giveaway. “Ahem. Going somewhere, young Madame Lang?” He asked. You sighed and shook your head. There was no point in trying to lie or dance around the truth. “I’m going to Harry Osborn’s fundraiser tonight, Alfred.” You said with a sigh.

“Then won’t you be needing this, young madame?” He asked, raising up your phone, with the red superman phone case facing towards you. “Of course! Thank you so much, Alfred!” You grinned jumping into his arms as he handed you the case. “You’re a lifesaver, Alfred!” Alfred smiled down at you before pulling away and patting your back towards the door. “Yes, of course I am, Madame. Now go have fun.” You lean up and kiss his cheek before nodding and leaving as Alfred locked the door behind you.

When you arrived at Harry Osborn’s manor, you were shocked. There were more people than you thought filtering into the house. There were press scattered around inside and outside of the place, but nothing that threw you. You were used to this kind of stuff, being Bruce Wayne’s daughter and all. At least you didn’t appear thrown. On the inside, no matter how many camera shined or flashed in your face you would never get over the anxiety of it, but on the outside, you were always the composed and calm daughter. And that’s how you appeared now as you made your way inside.

You were stunned when you saw his ballroom. It was incredibly large, and again, you had been to tons of places with large, beautiful ballrooms, and none of them ever really compared to Bruce’s at home, that was used for galas, balls, and events at his own home, but his was still pretty and large. There were a few tables set up where mostly older people were sitting down and talking, there was a little bar posted in the far right corner of the large room where adults were also drinking and mingling, and others were standing around the ballroom talking and mingling as well. There was also two large spiral staircases leading down from the top floor to the ballroom area. Bruce had staircases just like that I’m his ballroom too, except it was a bit more grand, but you loved this one just the same. It was much more crowded than you thought it would be.

On shaky legs you made your way over to the bar. These heels looked nice, but they were truly little devils. It was your first time walking in them and you were sure you looked ridiculous, but you were actually doing rather well. You tried not to kill yourself, and cause a scene in the process with each step you took over to the surprisingly large bar.

You had been there for around thirty minutes, and Harry was nowhere to be seen. You felt out of place among all these people. Older people with good jobs, lots of money, established places in society. You weren’t that far off, it’s just that you got a lot of stares from being so young, and you were alone. You took a deep breath, sat down in one of the stools a couple seats down from where a couple was drinking and laughing, and quietly ordered an apple juice in a wine glass. That way you would at least maybe look a little more like you belonged here.

The bartender was a female, around early forties who gave you a small smile as she poured your juice into the cup on the down low. You smiled back at her. She had red hair curled up to her chin, and slight wrinkles along her face. She was plump and a little short. She grinned. “Nice choice.” You crossed one leg over the other on the small stool you sat at. “Thank you,” You replied with a giggle. “It’s one of my favorites.” She was about to say something else to you when she was called over politely by an older male at the other end of the bar.

She walked over to him and took his order, leaving you alone again just like that. You had sighed and looked down, feeling all the nervousness and anxiety rush back again. Where was Harry? He was the one who invited you here in the first place, one of the main reasons why you came, and now he was nowhere to be found? He was thirty-five minutes past being ‘fashionably late.’ Your dark brown eyes scanned the room looking for him, but to no avail. You were becoming increasingly frustrated about it. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. You swirled the drink in your wine glass around before you topped it back and finished the whole thing in just two gulps.

“Easy there.” You heard a voice say. You turned your head ti the side to see a beautiful, goddess-looking women sitting beside you. She looks to be in her early/mid thirties. Wow…she’s insanely gorgeous. She has long jet black hair curled flawlessly. Her face is soft, but sharp around the edges, showing maturity. Dark eyes, but the way the ceiling chandelier and the little lights installed in the roof of the bar hits them makes them able to be recognized as a dark honey color. Thick eyebrows arched, lips full and defined perfectly, and coated with the perfect shade of bright red. Her skin is tan, and her accent is incredibly hard to place, but her voice is smooth and mature.

At your confused and mildly shocked look she just smiles softly and holds her hand out. Her nails are perfectly manicured red to match her lips, and the knee length red bodycon dress she wore, contrasting your dainty hands with shiny black polish. “Diana Prince, museum curator.” She smiled, as your dainty hand shook hers. You weren’t sure why, but you couldn’t keep your composure, (surprising right?), and you immediately blurred out, “L-Lana Lang, high school senior.” she laughed at the last part of your sentence. “You seem nervous.” She states matter of factly, and the sheer amount of woman confidence and power that radiated off of her made you even more nervous but you admired it.

“I am,” you admitted truthfully. “I was invited here by an…acquaintance, but he’s nowhere to be found, and this isn’t really my kind of scene and…I feel tremendously out of place.” You said, hanging your head with a sigh. “Is it that obvious, though?” You asked, and she smiled reassuringly. “Only if you’ve felt that way yourself before.” She says and you smile back at her, your spirits lifting a little. You sigh exaggeratedly and wipe a drop of fake sweat away from your brow. “Good.” She laughs again, and the nice bartender is back. “I’ll have whatever she’s having.” Diana tells the bartender, and nods her head towards you so she knew what you meant. The bartender laughs a little and nods. “You got it.”

When she hands Diana her drink, she takes a sip and arches an eyebrow at you, giving you a playful look making you snort and laugh a little. “I’m not old enough to drink…and I wanted to feel in place.” Diana smiled but scoffed a little making you give her a questioning look. She shook her head at you. “Why do you do that?” She asked, and you frowned in confusion. “Do what?” She sat a little straighter in her stool, if that wears even possible because you noted from the beginning that her posture was impeccable. “Act so unsure of yourself. I noticed you earlier, and you seemed so nervous and anxious. So uncomfortable in your own skin. You’re beautiful, funny, and you seem kinder and more good-hearted than anybody else here. That alone should be more than enough to make you tremendously confident in yourself. You ought to walk with your head held high.” She said, raising her perfectly arched eyebrow at you again and her words shocked you. She really thought that of you?

You had only just met her a couple minutes ago, and already she was praising your beauty and qualities and you accidentally wondered aloud how she could tell all of that from you already, to which she replied with, “I can feel it.” It perplexed you, but it brought a smile to your face. “I-wow…um, thank you. Nobody’s ever told me anything like that before. I think you’re beautiful too…you’ve got this aura of confidence and it’s…envious.” She smiled at you like she had known you forever. “Don’t be envious. You have it inside of you as well.” She stood up from her seat and grabbed her ‘wine.’ “It was lovely talking to you, Lana, but I must be going. And I think your acquaintance is looking for you. Remember what I said, won’t you?” She shook your hand again, and began walking to a small group on the other side of the room.

You nodded, still a little stunned, and turned to see Harry coming down the stairs and entering the ballroom. He was already looking at you when you turned around and met eyes with him. His eyes seemed to light up when you finally noticed him. He began making his way towards you, but he was stopped by quite a few people on the way. He plastered on a handsome smile and talked with them each until he was finally able to greet you at the bar. You stood up when he reached you.

His voice was smooth, with just a little bit of raspiness. “Hi, kitten. Miss me?” You had no idea how a man you just met was able to make you that weak in the knees with just four words and a smile. At the moment you were caught between your feelings that were at war. The half of you that wanted to schoolgirl and kick your feet and shyly stutter out a response, or the bolder you that wanted to place your hands on your hips, raise an eyebrow, and ask him just what was the point of inviting you here and then making you wait an hour for him to show up to his own ‘party.’ You settled for the latter, after remembering Diana’s words.

You stood up straight and arched your brow, giving him an unimpressed look. He looked down sheepishly but he still seemed to have such an air of arrogance around him. “Okay, I’m sorry, I got caught up with last minute business stuff and it couldn’t wait.” He said, giving you an award winning smile like that would instantly make you forgive him. And you hated how it did.

You sighed and nodded and he took a step back from you to run his eyes up and down your body, and he whistled before his eyes met yours again. “I knew you’d look incredible in this stuff…” and you hate the way that you blush and avert your gaze like a schoolgirl. He “tsks” and takes your chin in his thumb and forefinger and makes you look into his striking emerald eyes. “Look at me, yeah kitten? Lemme see those eyes.” *and the shocked gasp that come from your throat makes him smirk a little as he releases your chin and praises you when you keep your eyes on him. “Good girl.” He mutters, his eyes trained on your lips.

You were sure that you had serious daddy issues that manifested somewhere during the time you had met Bruce. Not having a great father figure in your life instantly gave you them and they were bad. The way he praised you and how you found yourself practically willing to do anything on the inside to hear more of it, after only knowing him for such a short amount of time confirmed your suspicions.

He wasn’t even that much older than you either, only around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, maybe it was the idea that he was older even by a little. Maybe it was the idea that he was running his own business and throwing fundraisers and charity events and galas and balls. You weren’t sure but you were hopelessly attracted to it.

Harry had noticed from the first time he met you how adorably shy and weak you got when he called you nicknames, so he took it a step further here, and he was more than please with the results. When he got home from meeting you, the first thing he did was look you up and see if he could get anything on you. You had zero social media presence of your own, but you had a google page and there were countless photos of you with your other siblings at charity events, balls, galas, and fundraisers. Some at different places, and some of you at Wayne Manor. He also looked up all of your siblings to learn what he could about them. He found himself growing more and more infatuated with you since he met you last week.

He couldn’t wait to see you again, and he was pissed when his assistant had apologetically dumped more paperwork on him, telling him it had to be finished before he went downstairs. He wanted so badly to see if you had showed up. And you had, looking ethereal, no less.

He watched your hazy eyes snap back into focus as you remembered where you were and looked around to see if anybody had seen that, but it didn’t look as though anyone had. Everyone too caught up laughing and mingling amongst themselves to notice you with Harry. You took two steps back from him and smiled. “Hi Harry.” “Hi, kitten.” He repeated making you nudge his side harshly. “Shh! My name is Lana—“you didn’t seem to mind when I was calling you that before.” He chuckled with that same mischievous fire dancing in his eyes again. You weren’t sure just how badly you were going to get burned if you got too close, but if he kept being this alluring, you were going to have to find out.

“I’m glad you showed up after all. Wasn’t sure if you were gonna come.” He said as he looked to you. “I decided what the hell. Has nothing else to do, so I figured I’d entertain you for a bit.” You giggled, teasing him, but he just grinned a little. “Oh yeah?” “Mhm. Yeah.” You said, not taking your eyes off of his. He stepped closer to you and you waited for him to get close enough. What he deemed close enough, and suddenly you were grateful you had decided to sit in the back of the bar on the far side, secluded from prying eyes.

His wolfish grin never stopped even as he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close into him. Like he was testing the waters, and giving you time to pull away. You never did. And it made his heart swell, surprisingly so. Nobody had ever made him feel the way you did. And he was obsessed with it.

You braced your hands against his chest. He wore a black three piece suit and tie with a white shirt and the classic black shoes. “He looked good in a suit.” You thought. “How’s your side?” He murmured lowly, his cool breath fanning your face as he spoke. Your eyes still locked onto each others. “It’s fine.” He eyes your own eyes suspiciously. “Yeah?” He asks, still in that low tone and it’s absolutely killing you. “Yeah.” You mumble. He hums, as if in deep thought, his eyes still never leaving yours. “You sure? Cuz I could take you upstairs and we could have a look at it, make sure it isn’t bruised or anything. And then maybe I could give you something as an apology for hitting you. How’s that sound, kitten?” The way he says it is so unabashedly suggestive and in no way subtle and you’re really grateful that you’re in a more secluded spot. You giggled softly. “I thought you said inviting me here was an apology for that?” You asked, and he frowned before nodding like he did remember saying that. “Well, think of this as a second one. So what do you say?”

You stopped and truly considered it for a moment. The offer was so incredibly tempting and sweet, but there were a few factors that came into play regarding your answer.

One, Harry had literally just gotten down here to his own event, and while you didn’t doubt that he had probably ditched more than enough times, considering the way he was so ready to take you upstairs without a second thought, you knew it probably wouldn’t look good.

Two, you didn’t really see how you two could just escape upstairs without anyone seeing you and you didn’t need a headline in the paper, titled, “Bruce Wayne’s adoptive daughter Lana Lang, and Harry Osborn, now head of OsCorp seen going upstairs together at charity event.” Just really wasn’t the kind of attention you wanted to attract.

Three, you weren’t really too sure about Harry. Of course you were embarrassingly wrapped around his finger, but you were very smart and intelligent. You didn’t know Harry well enough to go upstairs with him, and while people had one night stands just like this all the time, you weren’t ready.

Four, related to reason number three, you were also a virgin, and you were positive you weren’t ready for that to change just yet.

You sighed a little and gave Harry a soft smile. He still patiently awaited your answer and had busied himself with taking in deep breaths of the perfume you had decided to wear tonight. A roses and wine scent that you had put on. It was far from what you usually wore which was more milder, softer, sweeter scents, but you wanted something a little more…adult today.

“Maybe another time, tiger.” You said, as he was leaning in probably to begin pressing losses against your neck, but he stopped when he hears your words. He gave you a little smile to let you know that it was no problem. “Alright…alright. God, you make me crazy, you know that?” He asked, like he was trying so hard to restrain himself. He took a step back from you and already you were missing the warmth of his arms wrapped around your waist. “Do I?” He just stared at you like this was basic common knowledge. Like this was something you should already know. He gave you a curt nod and took your hand, placing a kiss on it, as he steered you towards the crowd to mingle.

No matter how much Harry wanted nothing more than to whisk you upstairs and fuck you into his bed until you were seeing stars, he knew he had to take it slow with you. You two had only met a little while ago after all, and you might not be as infatuated with him as he was with you yet. That was okay. He would make sure that you were soon.

After around two and a half hours of mingling around, talking with people, and raising awareness about the situation. The reason you were there in the first place you were both mentally and physically exhausted. Harry was steering you outside by the small of your back. You two had also gotten closer during the night and he invited you on a coffee date sometime next week, to which you had accepted.

You felt as though you really had made a difference. At the end of the night, a little before Harry had taken you outside, the number of money that would be put into renovating orphanages, and getting better care for the children there was a surprisingly high amount.

You’d had to tell your ‘story’ to lots of people there, explaining what happened to your parents during your childhood and how you ended up with Bruce now. Lots of people were inspired and put in even more money. A lot of them really weren’t as snobby and stuck-up as you expected them to be, however you did run into a couple of assholes like that. One of the people you spoke to regarding your life experience was Diana, and when you told her who your parents were she didn’t seem surprised in the slightest. When you asked her why not she explained that she had known your parents, specifically your mother and they were rather good friends before she passed.

She said that she had worked in your mothers company as her secretary and right hand woman until she got a new job, and that’s when she became a museum curator because she had a love for history and historical art. All this information shocked you very much and you asked her why she hadn’t told you earlier. She explained that she hadn’t truly recognized you until she started talking with you, and she realized you looked familiar but when you said your name, it confirmed her earlier suspicions that you were Eleanor’s daughter. She said she was planning to tell you all this but when she saw Harry looking for you, she decided she’d come find you later before you left. Which she did. She caught you when Harry was without you, talking to someone else.

You were very shocked and you asked her so many questions about your parents. She wasn’t able to answer many about your father, other than what your mother had told her in passing, because she hadn’t ever met your father directly before. But she said that when your mother talked about your father, she was beaming. Like she had been married to her soulmate. Hearing that made your heart melt.

She told you how strong, brave, independent, bold, fiery, and confident your mother was. But how she also had the capacity to be soft, and caring, and kind, and loving and compassionate and gentle. She was beloved by many of the women who worked in her industry and many were saddened when she left. How she lit up any room wherever she went and brought smiles to people’s faces, but how she could also make any who unjustly opposed her cower in fear. She said your mother was very shy, a sweet wallflower before the two met in college and how Diana had helped her grow out of her shell into the girl boss she was up until her death.

Diana explained how she didn’t even know that your mother had a baby. Since you were orphaned when you were a baby, Diana had been living in another part of the world for a short time, excavating something for her new job, and when she returned and heard the news, she was devastated. Diana and your mother kept in contact and frequently spoke just as often as they did before, even with Diana having a new job and moving away for a short period of time.

She seemed to feel so guilty about the fact that you were in such a terrible orphanage for eight years, and trust maybe she could’ve done something about it, having known your mother so well, and been employed under her. You asked Diana why, instead of your parents writing it down that you should go with Bruce, seeing as all your other family was either supposedly dead or unable to take you in, instead of perhaps going with Diana when your mother knew her so much better than she knew Bruce. You had always thought it odd, knowing that your parents were good surface friends with Bruce but not much more than that. You always chalked it up to you having nobody else besides him to go to…but now you knew about Diana. So why didn’t your mother send you with her? Life might’ve been so much less lonely and cold being with her.

Diana told you that her and your mother trusted each other a lot, but if there was one thing your mom was, it was selfless. She was stubborn in that kind of endearing way, Diana had said. She probably viewed it as saddling me with you when you were such a young age and my job allowed me to travel all over the world, but seeing as Bru—Mr. Wayne, (she had corrected herself, which you thought was strange but you brushed it off as her wanting to be polite especially since he was your “father.”) already had kids at the time. She said and it made sense.

However, Diana was quick to assure you that she would’ve loved to have you as her adoptive daughter no matter what. She said, it would’ve been a lively experience for the both of us, I hope. And that was something you truly believed. You and Diana ended up exchanging numbers, and she told you that you could talk to her about anything at all, any time at all. Knowing you had another friend made you happy. Maybe Diana could fill the hole in your heart with stories to your mother and her. Just maybe.

Anyways, as said before, Harry was steering you outside by the small of your back, but when you shivered against the cool early-spring air he frowned. “You didn’t bring a jacket?,” he asked, “Dammit, I should’ve bought you one as well.” You cut him off by shaking your head and smiling. “It’s fine, I’m fine. I actually had a lot of fun tonight.” Harry have you a genuine smile at that, and then it turned into his signature arrogant smirk. He took off his suit jacket and placed it around your arms. “For the ride home. G’night kitten.” He said, and debated leaning in for a kiss, but decided against it. He just sort of squeezed the small of your waist before heading off back inside.

When you got home that night you were practically breathless. You weren’t really sure if your plan would go as planned in the beginning. If you would actually make a difference, but so many people there seemed so moved by what you had to say, and easily gave three times the moment they would’ve in the beginning just from you talking to them. It felt so good to do some to ing like that at your age. You were already helping people but you felt like you could do more. You thought about what it would be like to be a vigilante like the rest of your family. You had your heart set on that as well, and you were sure going to make that happen. But you did need a plan for that first. You couldn’t well just make a suit and go out fighting crime with no training. You weren’t fighting or killing machines like your siblings were, so you would need to train for a long time before you’d be ready for any of that. But that was later to come.

Right now you were just in bed and fangirling. So incredibly excited about what had happened today. So many new relationships has blossomed. You were surprised that so much could happen in just one night. Raising that much money, making connections with wealthy, powerful people, finding the truth about Diana and your mother, and you and Harry.

Harry. You thought about him a lot lately too. You wondered if what you two had might blossom into more, and maybe even love if you two continued to spend time together. You wanted something like what your parents have. How Diane a spoke about the way your mother talked about your father.

You wanted to be able to talk about someone like that, and in turn they talk about you the same way. You wanted to feel true love so badly that it hurt you. When you were old enough to learn about your parents and why you were with Bruce, you learned also that your parents were found the next day when someone took the w highway and called the police because of the broken rail. You learned that your parents both drowned in the car together, but that they were found holding hands over the glove compartment. They had accepted their fate, but they still loved each other so much, that even in death they were together. You wanted something like that. A relationship like that. You wanted to die for someone and someone who would die for you.

Be careful what you wish for.

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Hey! Can I request a Damian Wayne x reader with extreme prompt number 4 ( “You could have died!” “Yes, and everyone would have been better off right?” ) where the ending is just a load of fluff???

Tysm <3333

Type: One-shot

Pairing: Fem! and Vigilante! Reader x Damian Wayne/Robin

Content: Language, angst angst baby, sooooo much fluff, very fluffy

Prompts: ⚔ 4: “You could have died!” “Yes, and everyone would have been better off right?”

Word Count: 6,625

Y/N: Your Name, L/N: Last Name, V/N: Vigilante Name

P.S: Technical aged up Damian

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There are many different kinds of people in this life. People who you will encounter and will stay with you for years, days, months, hours and some for a few seconds. Amongst the different kinds of people are the people who chose you, the people you chose, the people who are forced away from you and the people you are bound to. For the longest time you thought you had only people from the first three categories in your life, you thought wrong.

It was a simple mission, do recon and gain some insights on a possible target. Learn about him, his habits and schedule. After a few weeks of surveillance, you were beginning to get restless. Not matter who tried to get themselves in his path he barely regarded them.

With a party he was throwing coming up, the Justice League was getting near as restless as you were. They didn’t exactly know what to do, majority of the people they had, they sent to try and capture his attention only to fail. Now with practically no one left they turned to you. You were supposed to go under cover at the party and charm the man, it wasn’t that difficult a mission, but there was one problem.

“No,” Bruce Wayne shook his head.

“Come on Bruce!” You pleaded, “This is finally a chance to prove myself. I promise I can do it, trust me.”

Bruce sighed and rubbed his forehead before turning towards your partner in crime, in and out of the mask. Giving his youngest son a questioning look. Crossing his arms Damian looked away from his father for just a second to you. Your eyes were wide, and he shook his head.

“I don’t like it,”

You scowled and rolled your eyes, “Of course you don’t. It’s as if it’s the two of yours mission to prevent me from even becoming a full blown member of the Titans.”

You hadn’t yet become a member due to inexperience, it would take at least another year of vigilantism for them to even consider letting you join them. However if you were to successfully complete a under cover mission, well let’s just say you had high hopes they might be a little more willing to let you even come a candidate.

Taking in a breath you tried to take on a diplomatic persona. If you were going to get what you want you have to be serious about it.

“There isn’t any other girl you can send that he won’t know about. I’m the best option.”

Neither Bruce nor Damian looked convinced and you held back a snarl. If they would just trust you... no, no. You were asking a lot, to go off on your own... but what if you weren’t on your own.

“What if,” You began holding out a hand, “someone went with me. Of course not a girl, but one of the guys came with me. You could pick any of them-”

Before you could finish Bruce hummed and nodded his head as he were contemplating it. Then he rubbed his face. His eyes flickered to Damian for a moment.

“You would need someone who could blend in at the party, someone who is good at improvising.” He mused.

“Well, there goes Jon and Colin.” You sighed.

Damian snorted at first then stopped himself coughing. He shot you a glare and you smiled slightly. Bruce let out a slight huh, before he leaned back in his chair.

“You will need someone you can trust, someone who can get you into the party... someone you are in sync with.”

You blinked in confusion and Damian cursed. He shook his head and took a step back. You didn’t exactly understand what was going but Damian appeared to. Bruce smiled slightly and he shook his head before pushing himself to his feet.

“Damian will go with you.”

Shaking you head you ignored the burning gaze on your neck and began to protest, “What? No, he can’t he’s, he’s-”

Bruce interrupted you without hesitation, “He’s a perfect fit. He can blend in a party, he’s used to improvising, you trust him and are partners on patrol. Most of all he’s my son, so he can get the two of you in.”

“What if he doesn’t want to? What if he won’t?”

You looked to see Damian glaring at his father, his jaw locked and face tight. You highly doubted Damian would, he seemed to be determined to keep you at the little kid's table. probably because he only saw you as one.

“He will.”

You blinked opening your mouth to reply only to close it and shake your head. But why? He won't do it willingly that's for sure-

“Is that an order?”

Damian's voice broke the silence in the room causing you to turn fully towards him. Arms crossed and body stiff he met his father's gaze. Bruce sighed, sinking back into his chair.

"I won't force you, Damian. But... honestly, you're the only person I trust to help Y/N."

The silence returned more suffocating then before and you fidgeted. Nerves strung up so tight someone could use them as a guitar, you forced a breath out. Damian was going to say no, you knew it. He was going to say no and you weren't going to be able to go on the mission. It was either going to end with someone else doing it or completed in a different way.

Damian let out a sigh and you made eye contact with him. He furrowed his brow, and you bit your lip nearly pleading with your eyes. Scowling he broke the eyes contact and closed his eyes. Dropping his arms to his sides he sighed again.

"Fine."

Fine, fine! He said fine~! You were going on the mission. A smile split across your face, and you bounced slightly before taking in a breath trying to calm yourself. You couldn't overreact, that would just make them doubt you. Doubt what you could do and that you could actually complete this mission.

"There is a party he's hosting next week. The two of you need to prepare for it."

Bruce moved papers around on his desk before picking one up and looking it over. He hummed slightly before looking at you.

"It's a masquerade party. Selina hopefully will be able to help find an outfit for you, Y/N."

You let your smile loose as you took a step towards Bruce's desk. Eyes shining and heart racing.

"I can go and talk to her now! Can I?"

Bruce nodded slowly and Damian grumbled something under his breath. Ignoring him you turned and dashed out of the room bouncing as you went.

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Patrol right before going on a mission seemed stupid, however if anyone had any suspicions about Damian being Robin and you being V/N, the sight of your vigilante forms out on patrol while civilian forms went to a party would dismiss any and all of them.

Excitement seemed to pulse and flush every part of your body. Heart race and cheeks pink, breath quick and fingers dancing. You were ready to go and change so you could make your way to the party. And then make your way into the Titans.

It seemed however, that Damian was having second thoughts about going with you on the mission. Quietly seething by you he was your exact opposite.

Bouncing across the rooftop you let out a squeal. With only seemed to irritated Damian further then you usually irritated him. Springing over towards him you landed on the heels of your feet. Rocking between them and your toes you leaned over and bumped Damian.

"What's going on with you?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing, nothing? Are you sure Mr. grumpy puss?"

Damian turned to your and raised an eyebrow. His scowl dropping as he opened his mouth for a moment.

"Mr. Grumpy puss?"

Rolling your eyes, you rolled onto the balls of your feet before shrugging.

"I think the nickname fits you perfectly."

A scoff of sorts escaped from Damian, and you smiled at him wildly. Bouncing your eyebrows, you laughed and rolled feet over head onto your butt.

Letting out a sigh you stared up at the sky. The stars were bright, probably due to the clean skies program Wayne industries instituted.

"Do you know any constellations Mr. Grumpy puss?"

Damian sighed, hearing the sound of his feet-his heavy boots moving across the rooftop. Moving over to you he sank next to you and pointed at a star.

"That's the north star, if you know where it is."

You smiled staring up at the stars, the dazzling colors of lights in the sky.

Suddenly there was a buzzing over the comms and you sat up, eyebrow raised.

"V/N, Robin, it's time."

Smiling brightly, you went to jump to your feet only to have Damian yank you back.

You turned to look at him, brow raised, and face twisted.

"What?"

"We are not to be seen leaving!" He hissed in reply

You rolled your eyes waving a hand. He sighed and the two of you began crawling across the ground towards the fire escape.

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The dress... it was strange, a vibrant color. Which would definitely stand out at the ball. Of course, you knew there wasn't really a dress code, but it was more of a social thing. Black and white. The dress and mask matched nearly perfectly, and you looked yourself over in the mirror.

You looked... beautiful. And you truly felt beautiful.

Pulling at loose strands you smiled. Only to have Selina whack your hand away from your hair and playfully point a finger at you.

"No touching. You might mess something up."

You nodded and she gently applied the finishing touch. A light gloss on the makeup. Pulling away she smiled and spun you around.

"Now you look ravishing dear. Simply stunning enough to get a whole room around your finger."

A blush raced across your cheeks, and you looked down. You were a bit nervous, though you'd never admit it.

"L/N, Miss Kyle, hur-please hurry up!"

Damian's voice echoed into your ears and a smile curled onto Selina's face as she pushed her tongue along the line of her mouth. Looking towards the door she laughed slightly.

"This is going to be interesting."

Linking arms with you, she began pulling you towards the door and opened it. Leaning in, her breath fanned across your neck, and you swallowed.

"Are you ready to catch a bird my dear little adoptive kitten?"

You gave her a confused look and mad it to the top of the stairs. Below you saw Bruce standing behind a pacing Damian. The second your heeled foot touched the stairs, Damian turned to look at you.

He went still and his brow furrowed even more. Mouth pressing into a line he swallowed and reached up running a hand across his ear.

By the time you made it to the bottom of the stairs you spotted Barabra, Cass and Duke chatting with Alfred.

"Hello," You said somewhat meekly, "how do I look?"

While you believed Selina you wanted unbiased people to give you, their opinions. Cass smiled and gave you a thumbs up and Barabra softly nodded.

"You look lovely Y/N. I think you're going to do great."

Duke nodded, "Yeah! You're gonna kick butt."

Smiling at him you reached over, fist raised only to have him bump it and hear a 'tt' sound. Turning you met Damian's eyes and watched as he looked you over with a clearly critical eye.

"You look- it-. It will work. I guess."

Turning away from you he crossed his arms, scowling. Maybe you didn't look nearly as good as you felt? As you thought. Maybe everyone was just being nice? You didn't know but you weren't going to let Damian's opinion weigh you down.

Walking around the corner Steph appeared. She looked up from her phone and took a glance at you before looking back down only to do a double take.

"Hubba-hubba Y/N, you look hot!"

A blush raced across your cheeks, and you smiled. Before you could reply Steph walked over to Damian and elbowed him.

"Doesn't see look amazing Damian?"

Damian scowled and shot Steph a glare. She leaned on him and he huffed pulling away. Her eyebrow raised and a twisted smile curling up the side of her face you had a suspicion that she was planning something.

"She looks fine."

Steph's smile slid off of her face and she crossed her arms. Opening her mouth to say something only for Barabra to touch her shoulder and shake her head.

Shaking his own head Damian offered his hand out to you.

"We need to hurry, we're already late."

You rolled your eyes but pulled away from Selina and took Damian's hand. Looking back, you caught Selina wink and took in a breath. You can do this. Selina thought you could have an entire room around your finger, so why not play into it?

"Oh dear, were not. You're a Wayne you never can be late. Everyone else is just early. "

Damian's grip on your hand tightened for a moment before he pulled you closer. He let go and offered his arm to you. You accepted and gave everyone one final look.

"Bye," you said with a wink.

Steph pressed a hand to her chest and another to her forehead before letting out a loud gasp and falling against Duke.

Laughter escaped you and you turned back towards the door. You were ready for anything... well maybe not anything but close to it.

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Much to your surprise little to no one noticed your late arrival. Though you did catch many people's glances at you. Probably because of the color of your dress but it didn't matter.

Damian and you entered the room and music was playing with servers walking around. It looked almost exactly like a scene from a book.

Dangling lights, people dressed in silks, furs and silver. Walls decorated with murals and stained glass in every window.

“Wow,” You breathed, “this is amazing.”

It was stunning, beautiful and whimsical all at once.

“I don’t know why you’re so stunned.” Damian muttered pulling you closer to him as you passed through the crowd, “Father hosts parties all the time.”

Showing you bumped him slightly before leaning in and whispering, “Yes but those are burning parties. This is wonderful, it’s- I am at a loss for words I can’t explain how wonderful just the look of this is. If you want me to be amazed by a Wayne party do something like this.”

Damian snorted before loudly remarking, “Fine we’ll get this place just for you.”

You gave Damian a confused look for a moment before deciding to go along. Leaning on his arm you smiled causing him to go stiff for a moment

“You really will?”

Batting your eyelashes at him you smiled sweetly, Damian went still, and his breathing nearly stopped.

Elbowing him you kept your eyes on him and he blinked. Clearing his throat, he looked at you and nodded.

"Of course."

His voice was softer and for a moment it felt like the whole room was staring. Letting out a breath you pulled away from him smiling.

"Yay."

Your heart seemed to skip a beat and Damian began guiding you towards a table. You stopped and sat down. Damian sank into a seat next to you and you looked eagerly towards the dance floor.

"Should we dance?"

Damian shook his head and looked out on the dance floor eyes narrowed.

"No, here is a perfect vantage point."

You opened your mouth to say something when Damian locked his jaw. He looked... upset seemed too weak a word to use. Maybe questioning him wasn't the best idea right now.

A song passed as the two of you sat in silence. A waiter walked over carrying a tray of drinks and offered you one. You reached out to take it only for Damian to wave him away. The waiter continued on his way, and you let out an irritated sigh.

Another song passed, and a man in a black suit a few years older then the two of you walked over. He smiled as Damian and stretched out his hand.

"Wayne, it's good to see you. How's your father?"

Damian took the man's hand begrudgingly and shook it. Through clenched teeth he replied.

"You as well, my father had business to attend to elsewhere, so he was unable to accompany us tonight."

The man blinked and looked to you. Damian froze for a moment before gesturing to the man.

"This is Felix Christan. An associate of my father's."

The name sounded familiar but the way Damian treated him seemed cold, distant. Maybe he was just a Wayne industry associate.

Felix clapped Damian on the shoulder looking you over with a smile, "Oh don't be like that Wayne."

He looked to you and smiled, "Our fathers worked together for a while. Mine is currently training me to be the CEO for when he retires. But let's talk about something fun, important."

"Which would be?" You asked an eyebrow raised.

"Who you are." Felix smiled and Damian went stiff again.

You blinked and pointed at yourself, "Me?"

"Yes, who are you?"

Your mind raced and you realized why the name seemed familiar. He was very close with the target. Talking to him might help you learn more information. Thinking back to what Selina told you, the advice she gave you paused.

"Mystery is very intriguing. So be mysterious if you want to capture attention."

“Nobody in particular.”

“I highly doubt that.”

The silence seemed to make Damian calm down. However, you decide to reply. Leaning on your arm you gave Felix a flirtatious smile.

"Really?"

He licked his lips leaning in a bit towards you and Damian clenched his fist. He probably didn't like the guy being so close to him. The dork had issues with things like that.

“Of course, how could a beautiful girl like you be no one? And with a Wayne at that. Though it seems you aren’t with a Wayne.”

It seemed Selina's advice was working, and Damian hadn't said anything so maybe it would be a good idea to continue... and mention you and Damian weren't really here together.

"Yeah, Bruce thought it'd be a good idea if Damian had a date. He's too much like his dad and needs some good publicity. So here I am."

Felix raised his eyebrows in surprise, and you winked at him. He laughed slightly as the band began starting up a new song. Looking behind him he pulled away from Damian. Then turning back to you he offered a hand.

"Then would you care for a dance?"

"She's busy." Damian snapped pushing Felix's hand away from you.

You turned towards Damian and raised an eyebrow a bitter smile on your face. Letting out a breath you turned back towards the man. Damian had been making you sit here almost all night. You were here for a reason, and if he was going to be stubborn... you'd have to fight dirty.

Pushing away from the table you reached out and grabbed Felix's limp hand.

"I'd love too, poor Damian get jealous easily. But he has not reason too. After all I'm just the date he ignores."

You didn't look behind you as Felix guided you to the dance floor and pulled you in rather close. You met his eyes and smiled.

"Why don't you tell me about yourself?" He asked as the song truly started.

He spun you and you crinkled your nose slightly shaking your head.

"Hmm, no. You tell me about you."

"Why?"

Felix looked confused and you laughed slightly leaning in towards him.

"Because you intrigue me. And... the more I learn about you, the more you'll learn about me."

"Fine, you know my name. What's yours?"

You hummed; happy your plan was working but also feeling the burning glare of Damian on your back.

"Hmm, nobody~"

"That can't be true. A woman as beautiful as you, has to have a name, maybe one as stunning as she it."

Laughing again you shrugged.

"A name is very personal. Tell me somethings and you might learn it."

"Alright, what do you want to know?"

Swirling and twirling across the dance floor you felt like you were a princess. Your heart beating faster as it seemed you cast a spell on Felix.

"Tell me about your work, I've vaguely heard things from the Waynes and want to know if their fact or fiction."

"Good things I hope." He nervously chuckled

You shrugged smiling somewhat coyly.

"Some, you are the son of a prominent man. A reputation would precede you."

Felix nodded and began speaking.

"I work for my father's company as you know, training to be CEO. Currently I'm handling the relations between other companies. Diplomacy and negotiating are things I've learned a lot about. And I get to rub shoulders with some of the biggest CEOs in the east."

You hummed, resisting the mischievous smile that wanted to work its way onto your face.

"So, you know the man who threw this party, Anson McCluntly? I wanted to ask him where he got such a lovely idea from. I was telling Damian that more parties should be like this. It's... incredible." "It isn't the only incredible thing tonight."

Heat flushed your cheeks, and you bowed your head biting your lip. This was probably the most any man had flirted with you in your entire life.

"You're too much, I'm not incredible."

"Beautiful, funny, and humble too. What is wrong with Wayne. You're a catch."

You laughed and Felix leaned in towards you. "If you want," He whispered, "I can get us into the office old man McCluntly keeps here."

"Really?" You asked eyes widening as a smile exploded on your face.

Felix's face seemed to flush, and he nodded. Around you people began to slow, and the dance came to an end.

"Yeah I-"

"Y/N!"

You snapped your head in the direction to see Damian storming over to you. He- did he call you by-. No no, he interrupted Felix that is more important right now.

"Y/N?" Felix asked cause you to blink.

You smiled and nodded, "My name. Sorry I wasn't the one to give it."

"I'm not, it's a... a name that fits it's owner."

You smiled more and Damian suddenly was beside you. Pulling away from Felix you sighed. He gave you a sympathetic smile and waved.

"I apologize. Looks like my date's getting a little jealous... I guess I'll see you late Felix."

"Bye, Y/N."

Allowing Damian to take your hand, you started walking back to the table only to have him pull you out into the hallway. Glaring he let out a slow breath.

"What. the. hell. was. that?"

Pulling away from him you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow.

"What was what? Oh, you mean me actually doing the thing were here for?"

Damian took in a breath before clenching his fists and taking a step towards you.

"Flirting with Christan accomplishes nothing."

"It would have. If you hadn't pulled me away. Gosh, do you really think I'm so stupid I don't know what I 'm doing? If it weren't for you, we could be leaving within the hour."

Damian shook his head before locking his jaw.

"No, you wouldn't. You don't know Christan."

Letting out a laugh you looked at Damian shaking your head.

"And you do? Damian the only friends you have outside of the family are other her-"

Damian's hand clamped over your mouth, pushing against it so hard you ended up pressed against the wall. His breathing was erratic, and you swallowed.

He pulled away from you slightly. Just enough that you could see his face. For a moment or two, you just stared at each other. Letting out a slow breath you felt Damian lean in and you in took quickly. However, the sound of a door slamming caused him to flinch.

Leaning in Damian seemed to press his head against the wall. You felt his breath on your ear and-

"We are undercover," He hissed, "watch what you say."

With that he pulled away from you and stormed back into the party. With your heart in your throat, you breathed. Slowly and carefully collecting yourself. He-he was so close and- and- God did you like it?

Shaking your head, you forced the thoughts from your mind and looked around. You were in the hall, the hall that more then likely lead to McCluntly's office.

Which means you could end this mission a whole lot faster. Letting out a breath, you pushed yourself away from the wall and began walking.

Heels softly clacking on the ground you continued to walk looking around at the doors and found nothing. You knew a little about the architecture of the building. Tim had the blueprints laid out and you got a quick glance at them before being dragged away to get ready.

From what you remember, the office should be connected to a bathroom, which you would hide in if necessary. And it didn't appear that there were any bathrooms nearby at all. Letting out a sigh you turned the corner and looked at the walls still opening to find it.

Spinning around, you looked to see if you missed something. But it appeared everything was exactly as you saw before. Letting out a sigh you turned back around only to find someone standing right in front of you.

A man in black with a wire from his ear loomed above you and you laughed nervously.

"Hi."

"What are you doing back here?"

"Oh, I was looking for the bathroom. I asked someone earlier and they said it was just down the hall, but I think I got lost. Could you help me?"

The man blinked and tilted his head when you heard the sound of heavy and fast footsteps behind you. Turning you found Damian racing towards.

"There you are!" He exclaimed

Placing his hands onto your shoulders he made you face him before saying,

"I've been looking for you everywhere."

You blinked and he shot the man who you now realized was a guard a apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry about her," His grip on your shoulder tightened for a moment, "we'll be going now."

With that he pulled you away from the guard and down the hall. Pushing a door, you thought random open he yanked you through it and outside.

"What were you thinking?" He growled before the door even closed behind you.

"I was thinking," You began shoving away from him. "Of finishing- of doing what I'm here for."

“You could have died!”

“Yes, and everyone would have been better off right?”

Damian blinked in surprise, and you shook you head letting out a breath.

"God, Damian. Do you not think I know what you think of me?"

He swallowed before opening his mouth, but you kept pressing on.

"You think I'm a reckless child who has no fucking clue what she's doing. I know that you probably think without me this would all be easier. That this mission would have been a done deal. But damn it I'm not a child. I know what I'm doing and if you'd stop being a dick and getting in my fucking way this shit would be done!"

Panting you took in a breath, your cheeks hot and something spilling down them.

"I'm not an idiot, nor do I want anyone else to be put in danger. If you'd think for one moment, you'd realize I'm not useless!"

Damian just stared at you, and you let out a wordless scream before turning and yanking the door open. Storming inside you tried to force yourself to calm down but you couldn't.

Hot tears began spilling down your face and you found yourself hiccupping as you tried to stop from crying.

"Uh, Miss?"

You looked up and found a guard... the same one maybe? Standing in front of you.

"Are you alright?"

You shook your head, hiccupping more as sobs escaped you and you took in a breath.

"Do-do you have somewhere I could take a moment... just to calm down? I-i don't want anyone to see me like this."

The guard nodded and pointed down the hall.

"Bathroom's the third door on the left."

You nodded and hurried along the way. Muttering thanks and rubbing at your nose. After passing him you realized what had just happened.

The bathroom... you were walking towards the bathroom! The office was next to the bathroom.

You watched for a moment as a woman in a long dress hurried over to a door and pushed it open. Walking forwards you looked at the now locked door and the one next to it. Hearing a door open you hurried forwards and pulled the office doorknob. It slid smoothly down, and you pushed the door open. Hurrying into the room you closed the door behind you with a sigh.

You did it, you were in!

Moving carefully forwards, you walked around the dark room towards what you hopped was the computer. Sinking into a seat you reached out and felt a mouse.

Wiggling it, the screen lit up. Blinking you noted a sticky note on the side with messy handwriting on it and you tilted your head. Did he have his password on a stickynote?

A box appeared and you shrugged, typing in the word and hitting enter. A circle appeared for a few moments.

Loading, loading, loading.

~Welcome~

Success!

Yanking your bracelet off you twisted the clasp to reveal a USB drive. Plugging it into the computer you allowed access and proceeded to download the entire hard drive. It, much like Barabra told you, happened within five minutes.

~Complete~

Letting a smile appear on your face you pulled the hard drive out and went to log out when a box appeared on the screen.

~Do you want to erase this session? ~

You almost laughed and pressed yes. The screen flickered then began to go dark.

~Logging out~

Clipping your bracelet back on you pushed away from the desk and stood up. Returning the chair to where it belonged you began walking towards the door when you heard footsteps. Your breath caught and you tried to stop yourself from moving however your foot went down and twisted. The footsteps got louder, and you launched yourself for the nearest chair.

The door creaked open, and light spilled into the room and your stomach rolled. Sniffing you felt sobs still in your throat an- sobs!

That's it! Making your jaw tremble you felt tears spilling down your face and you let out a whimper as you began to cry again.

"What the fuck?"

Blinking you pretended to look up and towards the door. Wiping at your eyes you sniffed again.

"Why are you in here?" A blurry man asked, and you thanked whoever that your mascara had blurred your vision.

"I-" You began your voice trembling, "I'm so sorry I just... I needed a moment alone and the bathroom- someone was in there."

Sobbing some more, you pushed yourself to your feet and began walking towards the door.

"I'm- I'm really sorry I'll just- I'll just go."

A hand was suddenly blocking the way and you blinked to see the man's arm stopping you from continuing on.

"What happened?" He asked and part of you knew it wasn't out of concern.

Sniffing you shrugged and whimpered.

"My- my date. He and I- I thought we were together. We've been seeing each other for a while and- and- and I thought he was going to propose. In-instead he broke up with me."

Letting out a throat burning sob you leaned against the man and shook. Feeling a hand on you head you heard mumbling. Suddenly the man pulled you away from him and wince.

"I'm- I'm sorry that happened. Why don't I walk you out?"

You sniffed, wiping more tears from your ace before looking at the man who you now could see was McClunty.

"I couldn't. I mean you're being so nice after-after I came here without permission. I should have just waited for the bathroom."

Beginning to cry again you opened your mouth only to have McClunty stop you.

"it's alright. Really. Let's go out."

He offered his arm to you, and you looked up at him. Trying to seem as pitiful as possible. Sniffing you took his arm and swallowed.

"Tha-thank you. You're being so n-nice."

McClunty began guiding you from the office and you felt him shrug.

"Well... I. crying women are my weakness."

You sniffed some more and McClunty walked you through a door outside. Across the way you saw people filing out of the building towards cars. Looked like the party was over.

Amongst the midst of people, Damian stood looking around frantically. You sniffed and McClunty patted your arm.

"Will- will you be okay?"

You nodded and wiped at your eyes again, "I- I think I'll be okay. Th-thank you for being so nice Mr-?"

"McClunty," He filled in with a tight smile.

"Oh oh I am so sorry!" You lied

"No, no just. Try to have a good rest of you night."

You nodded and slipped away from McClunty before moving towards Damian. He spotted you and moved through the crowd.

"Y/N" He began reaching towards you, "Are- are you alright?"

Biting your lip, you internally reminded yourself to apologize for this. Raising you hand you swung it at his face. A crack echoed across the parking lot and a lot of people went quiet. Glaring at him you raised your chin.

"Take me home. Now."

Damian nodded and gestured towards a limo, his cheek red and eyes wide. Walking over to the limo, Damian opened the door and you climbed in. He closed the door and Alfred turned giving you a confused look. Damian climbed in and shut the door.

Alfred took off, you waited a moment or two, till you were sure you were out of sight to turn to Damian.

"Sorry," You winced staring at his cheek.

Damian looked to you, his brow furrowed, "What?"

You gestured to his cheek and grimaced. Hand fluttering by his face you swallowed a breath and put a hand to his cheek.

"For slapping you. I- i need to but still sorry."

Damian raised a hand, placing it over yours and tilted his head.

"But- but i deserved it."

You blinked and shook your head in confusion.

What?

"I- I ruined the mission and- and made you feel- I shouldn't have made you feel that way I am sorry. But you should know I do not think you are useless."

You blinked a few times and a breath escaped you in shock. You opened you mouth to speak but Damian continued on.

"You are not useless L/N. And I do not see you as a child. You are..." He paused looking your face over, "Annoying."

A snort escaped you and Alfred chuckled before Damian's face and ears flushed.

"Real charming Wayne." You remarked.

"No- What I meant was, you- I don't- ugh. I do not interact with you because I tolerate your personality."

"Smooth."

"I interact with you because of you."

What? Furrowing your brow, you opened you mouth once again to speak but Damian raised his free hand to cover it.

"Let me finish."

You nodded, but he didn't move his hand.

"Ugh, this is difficult. More so then Grayson said it would be."

He had talked to Dick? But what about?

Looking you in the eyes, Damian swallowed and took in a breath.

"I have discovered that I care for you L/N... in a romantic nature."

Damian let the breath out and nodded. Removing his hand from your mouth and the one covering yours he nodded.

"I am ready for your response now."

You let out a laugh and removed your hand from his cheek. He cared for you in a romantic nature. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"Does," You began pressing a hand to your forehead, "Does that mean you like me?"

He let out a breath before shaking his head.

"I love you."

You blinked once, then twice. Your heart skipped and your lungs screamed. Your jaw dropped for a moment, and you laughed. He loved you... he loved you.

"I- I don't know what to say Damian."

He furrowed his brow and took your hand into his.

"Do you not believe me? I can- I will do whatever you wish to prove it."

You shook your head even more shocked.

"No- no I believe you it's just. You- is that why you've always treated me like a kid?"

"I never treated you like a child... though I did prioritize your safety more often then naught."

You began laughing, hard, throat burning and body shaking you laughed. Pressing a hand to your face you pressed your back against the door of the car.

"You love me? Ha, I never-"

Covering your mouth, you forced yourself to stop laughing. Stop laughing as your mind raced to figure- to understand what was going on. He loved you and- and all this time you've been trying to prove you weren't a kid and- he loved you.

"It isn't that funny." Damian muttered

You blinked looking up at him and shook your head.

"I'm- I'm not laughing at you. I just... I think- I think I love you too. Nd I'm wondering how I- How I never realized it."

More laughter spilled from you and Damian blinked. You lowered you hand, hearing the sound of the window between the back and the drive go up.

"You- you feel the same?" He asked eyes wide and mouth tight.

"Yeah, I think so. But- honestly Damian, you didn't blow the mission."

Damian blinked and shook his head.

"Yes, yes I did."

"No, you didn't"

Pointing to your wrist you smiled brightly and slid towards him. Pulling the bracelet off of your wrist you dropped it into his hands.

"I was able to download McClunty's entire hard drive. He found me and I made up a story about you and I dating and then breaking up. It's why I hit you. He seemed to buy it and..." You trailed off looking up at him.

"You," Damian began before smiling, "you are infuriating."

Your jaw dropped and you gave him a shocked look.

"Excuse me, I just saved your ass! Without me this mission would be a complete and total failure!"

"You're right." He reamrked leaning in towards you.

"You never would have been able to pull off the distressed woman routine."

"You're right."

"You definitely wouldn't have been able to convince everyone that I dumped you." You remarked crossing your arms feeling his breath on your neck.

"You're right.

"Quit saying that!"

You turned and found him right in front of you, eyes soft and warm.

"Whatever you wish... can I kiss you?" He whispered

Your heart hammered in your chest, and you replied, "Only if you admit you couldn't pull this dress off."

"I can't you- you look-. When I first saw you L/n- Y/N. You took my breath away. It was hard to think seeing you and now... now I-"

You flushed and scrunched up your nose.

"Oh, stop with the compliment and just kiss me already."

He smiled, his hand upping the back of your head and he pulled you in remarking, "Of course beloved."

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[bluetooththereptile]

The black Rose

Yandere bat family x fem pregnant reader (vampire au)

(Gif by unknown)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

(This fic is one of the multiple choices of this post)

Note: Black rose may seem depressing and a sign of grief, but it also means rebirth and another chance!

Summary: For the first time in your relationship with your former Master, you decide to take a step first to change your relationship's situation...

Tw: Mentions of pregnancy and death

Looking down at the bat-shaped toy you just had finished, you couldn't help but groan in frustration at the sight of its mismatched wings. It was hard to sew something without anyone helping you and you had tried to sew matched wings countless times, and it had not worked. You sighed and put the toy down in the toy basket as you shifted in your place, but you were stopped by the sudden movement of the cat that was taking a nap on your lap.

"Oh sorry, Alfred!" You said as you patted the demonic cat's head, making it purr as it stretched its little legs out. He was not mad at all, it looked up at you, its red big eyes gleaming as it let out a soft meow, carefully rubbing its head to your bulging belly. You smiled at its gentleness, for a cat that had a demonic side, was surprisingly well behaved around you. Perhaps it was because of its master's influence? Damian's pets were under his mind control so it was sensible to think the boy looked after you through his pets as well.

You pushed your window open to let some fresh air come into your room as you took in a deep breath, the babies'  weight was becoming a real problem now that they were growing heavier. Alfred yawned lazily enjoying its time on your lap, but suddenly its body jolted up and it jumped off your lap, hissing to the darkness out of your window as its tail puffed up. You gasped at the sudden action and were going to move away from the window, as much as your body's state let you, but hearing a familiar voice relieved you. "Hey stop you little beast! I'm no danger!" Jason's head popped in as he pulled his cloak's hood off, glaring at the hissing cat.

"Now I have to ask permission from you as well?" He said as he shoved the cat to the side so he could sit on the window's edge. Alfred hissed at him one more time before walking back to you, growling as it protectively laid on your lap. Jason snarled at the cat and showed off his long fangs, but the cat just growled in response, making Jason roll his eyes. "Just like its master, it's a brat!" You frowned and smacked his head gently "Shush! Don't talk about Damian like that!" "What? I'm telling the truth!" You wanted to smack him again but he stopped your hand by taking it in his much larger one. "Alright! Alright, momma!" Hearing the word from Jason made your cheeks flush in embarrassment, making him grin.

"How's the momma and the two cakes in the oven doing?" He said as he kissed the back of your hand, letting you pat him by putting your hand on his head. "We're good..." you paused, noticing the cut on his cheek "What have you been up to? I haven't heard from you for a week!" Jason nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck "Well...." he trailed off with another chuckle making you narrow your eyes at him. "You know hunting down ghouls can be a dangerous task..." "But you had promised me to not hunt until the hunting season starts!" Jason looked down as he chuckled again, mumbling an apology.

You and Jason were close enough that he saw you as a motherly figure he could trust. You were like this to all of the Wayne family members, those people felt like a connection to you, like children to their mother, and no one knew why, even you were not aware of the familiarity potion Alfred, the head butler of the family, had used in the family members  daily dose of blood the very day you had stepped into the Manor. You could swear that old Dampier knew things that could shake the world, you had suspected he had some magical futuristic visions powers but you didn't have anything to prove that, no one but the ancestors of the Wayne family was aware of the fact that the old man was an assassin of the dark God's shrines way before the war of the heavens happened and was blessed by them. Alfred knew the family needed you, that was why in the first place he had let his master know about your existence, he was the one who had received the information about you after all. 

You were the only person besides Alfred that could connect to the family members of the Wayne household easily. That was why Jason had let you see his softer side and had trusted you in knowing his secret life as a vampire hunter. You sighed and fixed the white strand of hair on his head "You shouldn't be this reckless Jason...Master Wayne and others worry about you! I do get worried about you! You want to make your pregnant stepmother worry and distress her babies?" Jason narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to you, making you let a questioning hum "hmm?" "You're still angry with the old guy?" He asked, making you sigh as you pushed his face away. "Oh come on! We both know that thing because Bruce had to do it!" You gave him a bored look "I don't want to have this conversation right now Jay..." Jason rolled his eyes "You are both stubborn, neither he apologizes to you properly nor you forgive him for what he did!"

"You don't know how hard it's to even think about it, Jason! He cheated on me with the queen just on our wedlock night! How can I ever forgive him?" "I don't say you should forgive him fully Y/N, but you can overlook some issues in your relationship! I still can't forgive him because of not killing that ghoul master, joker, but I still come to his house, because I know I belong here! You shouldn't take it hard on yourself as I did! Your twins will be born in months and you surely don't want to raise them when you are this cold to their father!...plus he has been taking things too hard on himself lately..." he mumbled the last part with a sigh. "Think about it Y/N...if he didn't love you wouldn't be his wife now! If he wanted to play with you like other people he had in the past he wouldn't have freed you and then let you become the spouse of a noble like him!" You only nodded your head at his words, letting him know you'll think about what he had said.

Jason was right, Bruce loved you, but the process of loving you hadn't reached its peak easily. At first, Bruce was not a good master to you, only letting you out of your room when you were needed, and whenever he talked to you, you were addressed coldly, you couldn't even think about the possibility of having his children to free yourself from him, maybe he had set that condition because it was impossible? Bruce was a man that rarely trusted people. Your situation was so bad for you that you even considered running away from him, though that plan was exposed by the silent daughter of the family, Cassandra. It was not until the day you had saved Bruce from a ghoul's attack while he was sleeping in his coffin that he started to trust you. If you were loyal enough to save your master who had been harsh on you, you were surely a good person to trust.

Your relationship grew stronger little by little and soon after the first time he confessed his feelings for you, you found out about your pregnancy. The family was glad to know that their lonely father had found peace within your arms, and to prove to you that Bruce was genuine about his feelings for you, he proposed to you when you were still a human. It was the first time in his family, that someone had married a human who had not turned into a vampire yet, but he had put all of his family's values and traditions aside long ago when he had adopted dampiers as his children. You were given freedom and the surname Wayne had joined your name.

But the dream bubble was destroyed when your husband left your side in hurry on the very night of your marriage. You had thought that it was an urgent matter of politics or something like that, but when you had heard from the gossiping friends of Stephanie, Richard's Fiance, that he was summoned by the queen who was seduced by him in the past so they could...make love...your heart was broken. He had cheated on you with the unfaithful queen of vampires on the first night of your marriage? You were too devastated that you ran away from the Manor and if it was not because of Richard and Duke, the other sons of your husband, you'd have got away from them as much as you could. You were trapped in your shared room with Bruce since then, spending your months of pregnancy in captivity, though to be honest, it didn't feel too lonely since your family members were there for you all the time. Especially Damian, the boy who had his father's cold attitude but was genuinely in love with you, had his eyes on you to an extent that he didn't leave your side, and if he was not able to do that, his pets did that role for him.

With Jason's kiss on your cheek, you were brought back to reality. "Don't be that way Y/N, let me see you smile before I go!" He said as he pulled on your cheek, making you smile. He smiled back in return as he pulled the hood of his cloak on his head, and left your side after giving the cat on your lap a final snarl. You sighed as you became lonely again. You shifted in your place, feeling uneasy with the weight in your belly when someone knocked on the door. "Come in!" You said as you stood up, noticing Alfred’s gloved hand come into the room and put a boutique of black roses on the floor before closing the door without saying anything, the old man was sneaky sometimes.

You walked to the boutique and noticed a note on it. Picking it up you read it out loud "Give him another chance..." it was Alfred’s handwriting...how did...how did he know that you had considered forgiving Bruce? Was he listening to you and Jason right now? You looked down at the black roses and raised your eyebrows in surprise. Black roses meant another chance in flower language, and Alfred expected you to give them to Bruce? "Meow?" You heard little Alfred question the existence of the flowers, making you smile as it tried to smell them but sneezed because of the pollen. "I think I have to take the step this time..."

You left the room with the flowers as Alfred walked after you, its tail raised in amusement. You walked through the corridors of the Manor to get into Your husband's office, but he was not there, there was only one more place that he could be when he was not in a good mood, the cave under the Manor. Thankfully you knew how to get to your husband's lair and by pressing two different keys on the piano of your husband's office you found the passage to the cave.

....

"Mother!" Damian's surprised voice made Duke raise his head and his eyes widen in surprise, you'd finally come out of your room? Damian ran to you, taking your hand tightly, you were still not used to being called his mother and it made you feel a little uneasy, but you couldn't help but give him a smile when he looked at you with excitement, you were the only one that could bring the young vampire to show his emotions like that. Duke smiled at you, and if it was not because of his hands being greasy he would have come and hugged you.

You looked at your husband sitting on his large chair as he stared at the magical orb that supplied the Manor with energy, not turning back to meet you in the eye despite knowing you were there. You walked to Duke and whispered in his ear "Will you be kind enough to leave us two alone?" Duke gave you a nod before wiping his hands clean and taking Damian out with him as the boy shouted and resisted.

"You don't want to turn around?" You said as you put your hand on Bruce's shoulder, making his muscles jolt up. Oh how much he craved your touch! But he didn't respond to you, instead, he just took your hand in his and guided you to walk in front of him. You put the flowers down and picked one out of the bouquet as you walked in front of him. Bruce's piercing gaze met yours and the vampire let out a tired sigh, his eyes softening at seeing you again. Only dark gods knew how much he had suffered knowing he had hurt you because of keeping his place in the court.

He opened his mouth to talk but you stopped him by putting your fingers on his lips, letting him know you wanted to tell him something first. He kissed your fingers and looked up at you with questioning eyes as you gave him the black Rose in your hand. "Let's start over again..." you said, letting him know you were giving him another chance. Bruce's eyes widened in shock, not believing what he was seeing...you had forgiven him?

He gently pulled on your hand and let you sit on his thigh so he could feel your warmth again. "I...I don't know what to say!" He said, voice low and still shocked. "Just let's not acknowledge what had happened..." you said as you looked down at the rose, sighing happily as Bruce's strong arms pulled you closer to him. "I'm sorry..." he whispered in your ear before starting to kiss your neck, making you smile. His lips found your jaw and then your chin and just when he was going to kiss your ĺips, Alfred’s loud meowing made him freeze in his place.

"You are enjoying the show?" You said frustrated by the fact that you couldn't have the kiss you were missing a lot, "You want some snacks to eat while watching?" Alfred gave you another loud meow as it watched you two, making you let out a groan. But your groan was stifled by the passionate kiss Bruce planted on your lips, letting your melt in his arms as you both chuckled in the kiss.

Years later you'd find out that forgiving Bruce was the best decision of your life.

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[secretsandwriting]

A Girlfriend? Not Anymore!

Part One: She Said Yes

When Jason has a girlfriend no one knows about until their engament announcement.

Part Two -- Part Three

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Ok so don’t mind my bad art but this is a sneak peek at some of the characters I have made for joker kills i know it is talking 10000ys but I’m drawing a lovely amount of ocs so you can have an idea on what they look like this will be the main character h/n is either ( violet Robin , Cupid, violet robber , flashy raven , crimson mistress, night shade, safari or mockingbird)

Ok so please let me know what do would the the aint hero name to be ! I would appreciate it

You can expect to see something later today !

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XOXO

Ch. 20 The smiles are made of ice

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Author's note: Hope you enjoy! If you want to be added to the taglist, just leave a comment!🫶🏽

Warnings: I don't know much of Bernard's character so I just had some fun with it. He is a petty ex trying to get back with our man.

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There was an saying on the upper east side that went like this, with the queen of gold, you expect mercy, with the queen of silver, you beg for it; but with the queen of ice you should forget it cause it won't help you at all.

This was the case at tonight's gala. The Vanderbilt's had made their appearance at the Wayne's Charity Ball and the crowd was loving it. Not only was the press hungry to get full coverage of the two ex-lovers seeing each other again in public, but people were excited both in social media and in the crowds. How would they behave? Would they be amicable? Was the spark still there? That las one was the easiest question to answer seeing as everyone knew the spark was still there. The dazzling Vanderbilt with the dashing Wayne.

The one thing that no one was expecting but made the entire night more enticing, was one Bernard Dowd in the crowd who had come per someone unknown's request.

Y/n was chatting up people left and right. Although she was not part of the family business, she still did her part in maintaining the Vanderbilt name clean and golden. They all did their parts without a hitch, charm, and dazzle without a hassle.

Y/n hadn't had the chance to see Tim yet, seeing as they both were busy mingling with their respective families, it was a charity gala after all. Everything was going smoothly...until one blond got too close to a certain ravenette.

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Y/n locked her phone and glared towards where Bernard was talking with Tim. Seeing her glaring, Mark and Antoine smirked at each other and walked towards her, each standing her each side of her.

"What's wrong, Baby V, your boy toy's flirty with his ex?" remarked Antoine, always one to want to get a rise out of her. Hearing this, Charlisse neared them and took her husband's arm, "Please, a Vanderbilt is never jealous" Then she turned to Y/n, "But this one just so happens to be" she teased. Mark, Antoine, and Charlisse laugh loudly.

"Stop tormenting the poor girl!" Chasticed Aurora, walking towards them with their parents. "Y/n, Timothy is utterly in love with you, all is well" she said looping Y/n's arm with hers.

"All will be well once they get over being oblivious to one another" teased William, making Franchesca slap him lightly in the arm in a scolding matter. "My sweat pearl of the ocean, go talk with him. He invited you to this event, which means he wants you around. Dont waste a good opportunity to spend time with him." Her mother encouraged and everyone agreed. Just as she was about to answer, she saw Bernard reach for Tim's hair and move it away from his eyes with wink. and. that. was. it.

"Rora, hold my things," she said as she handed her purse and phone to Aurora and began walking towards Tim and Bernard.

"The Ice Queen makes her return it seems" purrs Charlisse smirking and they all agree. As noble as the Vanderbilts were, everyone knew there were sharp teeth hidden behind smiles. They never took kindly to being messed with, and as kind as she was, that queen was still made of ice.

She strutted across the hall, gliding with class and poise. She charmed everyone with her shining smile and lovely gaze as she got close to the pair. Tim noticed her first. Of course, he did. She had caught his eye the moment she walked through those doors and they had never left her figure. What a woman. He smirked as he saw her getting closer and offered his hand for her to take once she got closer. She took it willingly, and latched onto his arm.

"Timmy, my sweet, how have you been?" she asked sweetly but he recognized the hunger in her eyes, he knew the cold growing in her gaze and wondered what possibly could have happened for the ice queen to resurface.

"Angel, I am better now that you've blessed us with your presence. You enjoying the gala? Your favorite band is playing tonight." he said inhaling her perfume. God, she was addicting.

"Absolutely! You know good music never fails to put someone in a good mood. My family has absolutely enjoyed it. I think Aurora has already tired Mark out with too much dancing." she responded

"I have not seen you on the dance floor tonight. Why is that? I know it is not because of a lack of suitors." He continues, hoping she will say she was waiting for him.

"Well, I-"

"Ehem"

They both looked the side and finally, Bernard made himself present.

"Timmy? I thought you hated that nickname, Tim" he said looking at Yn up and down. Seeing this, she offered him her best smile.

"And you are?" she said, wolfish smile present

"Oh, you don't know who I am?" Bernard mocked her tone, "That's surprising"

"It's why I asked my dear" she responded.

"Angel, this is Bernard, my ex," said Tim, already sensing the tension.

"Oh really, pleasure to meet you, I'm-

"Y/n Vanderbilt, his other ex, yes I'm aware." Said Bernard tightly. He looked at her up and down again, "How...gorgeous is your dress, Miss Vanderbilt. I have to say, it looks much too humble for a Vanderbilt"

This hit a nerve with Y/n and Tim knew it. Rule #1 with old money, NEVER LOOK DOWN ON THEIR CLOTHES. He felt her squeeze his bicep and laugh airily. "You think so?" she said moving a little to showcase her dress, "My lovely friends at Dior made sure to get me a one-and-only. I told them tonight was special," she said looking at him dead in the eye.

"How modest for the occasion, you know, it being a charity ball" retorted Bernard. He was coming for her wealth.

"It is perfect for the occasion. You see, too much bling calls for too much attention, bright colors look for dramatics," she said, eyeing his light green suit, "Black is sleek, elegant, professional, and perfect. Anyone with knowledge of this type of event knows this. What do you think, Timmy?" she said gazing up at him. This time he knew she wasn't just being passive-aggressive with him, she was being sincere. Asking for his opinion on how she looked in the night.

"I think, you look absolutely gorgeous like always, and would you look at that, once again, my tie matches your dress," he says winking at her and she giggles softly.

"Tim is a black tie, you have a million of those" deadpanned Bernard but was ignored by Tim, who was too engrossed with Y/n.

"You think so?" she asked softly

"You know, I always think you are absolutely ethereal" he responds just as softly.

Just as she is about to speak again, they are interrupted by a man looking for the CEO of Wayne Enterprises. "Save a dance for me, gorgeous, I'll be right back," he said as he walked away.

She giggled and waved goodbye. She turned to look at Bernard, alone and right where she wanted him. She extends her hand at him and says, "A dance?" She gives her most beautiful smile and he knows he is fucked if he declines. There are too many people watching.

"Of course"

As they near the dance floor, she walks by her family and the Waynes. Dick and Jason are looking at them with their mouths open, Stephanie, Barbara, Cass, and Duke were intrigued and drinking everything up. William and Bruce were caught up in a discussion, and Damian was nowhere to be seen. Charlisse, always one to adore utter chaos, winked at her sister once she caught her eye. The finally reached the dancefloor and so the music began.

"So Bernard, what brings you here? I didn't know Tim and you stayed friends after all of it"

"We didn't." He said shortly, she noted he did not want to engage in conversation with her.

"Oh...pity. Tim is a most loving friend" she says

"I'm sure he is, Miss Vanderbilt. Which is why I came. To see if that friendship could be rekindled" he said. The way he said friendship rubbed Y/n the wrong way. He was not here for a friendship.

"That so" she said and smiled at him, "How curious"

"Listen, you may think that just because you were his latest kink, that it won't happen. You are just a little girl with money, and once that runs out of style, you both are left with nothing in common. No middle ground, nothing to base a romance on. What Tim and I had was real and I'm here to prove it. You are just another obstacle in our way. "

From an outsiders view, it must have looked like Bernard has said the funniest joke to the young woman with how hard she laughed.

"Bernard, let me correct you. I am not a little girl with money, I am a woman with power. Don't get them twisted. And if you are so sure, why hasn't he made a move yet? Where's your invitation to a dance? Let him make it public that Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne is back with Bernard Dowd. Oh wait..he won't. Want to know how I know that?'' She got closer to his ear and whispered, "Because Bernard my sweet, did you notice how easy it was to ignore you in my presence? Keep that in mind for the rest of your night" Y/n giggled and twirled herself just as the dance was over. She clapped at him as she looked at him dead in the eye. "And one last thing...if you love your career, I suggest you don't touch him again. Connections do wonders in this world, you know. Enjoy the rest of your night." She winked and walked back to her family.

Not too long later she feels someone's presence behind her and turns to find Tim, looking at her knowingly. "You owe me a dance"

Gladly, they both walk towards the dance floor hand in hand, hearing camera shudders as they did. Once there, the began to slow dance, swaying side to side.

"Now, angel, what could have poor Bernard possibly done to get the ice treatment this lovely night. And don't think lying is an option because you know I know your tells." He said lowly in your ear and you knew you were a goner.

"He was too close" you muttered and Tim laughed hard.

"What do you mean too close?" He asked filled with amusement

"Did you invite him?"

"No, angel, his invite was accidental. They forgot to erase him from my list of invites. It was a mistake." he reassures and you relax a little.

"Do you miss him?" Y/n asks looking up at Tim, fixating on his lips for a moment and then staying on his eyes. He smirks, having caught you looking at his lips, and answers. "No, I do not. Things are...different now. I have someone else in mind" he says looking directly into your eyes and for a moment you swore he could be talking about you.

"Which is whomst?" She asks and he huffs

"Don't tell me you don't know?"

"I am scared to find out" she whispers. Just as he was about to answer, they heard clapping. The music stops and it is time for Tim to make his speech thanking everyone in assistance. He gives her a kiss on her hand and walks away, promising that they will talk later.

As she walks back to her family, she makes eye contact with an angry Bernard. She gives him a knowing smile and walks towards her family's table. There Mark, Antoine, William and Charlise raise their glass at her whilst Aurora and Franchesca roll their eyes at them.

Y/n laughs at their antics and sits down.

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That night as she was preparing to go to sleep, she heard a notification from her phone go off.

Extra:

Bernard and Tim was a rocky breakup at best that really left them both super hurting. It was messy and the public had a blast with it. The fact that Y/n helped avoid a scandal really helped Tim’s image. They are still the public’s #1

Tim is tired of holding his feelings to himself

He had once said he’d never go detective on Y/n but after that talk where they “ended” things, Tim’s brain went on override and decided “fuck it”. So he did it and was able to understand that Y/n feels something for him. Looking back at the videos and the pictures helped him get there. Not only that, when they started to hang out more often, he noticed it. Now he just needs to fess up so that he hears it from her. He does not want to pressure her into it. If he has her, it will be because she wants to be with him.

He literally forgets the world when he looks at her.

Bernard had been flirting with him but he couldn’t keep his eyes away from Y/n. He is mesmerized by her and it will always be like so.

He knows she’s jealous. Why do you think he was so smirky and amused? He knows his baby. He also knows Bernard was pissing her off. So he didn’t mind her being bitchy.

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[igotanidea]

My eleven : Jason Todd x fem!reader

Request: Can you do a Jason Todd x reader where the reader doesn’t think she has a chance with Jason because “he’s a 10” and the reader has low self esteem.

Warining: all the typical that comes with Jay: swearing, teasing, bickering, slight innuendo in one sentence

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„How the hell did I even get here?!”

“Are you having fun, Y/N?!” Steph yelled to her from the other side of the dancefloor. It was Brown’s birthday party and of course all of her friends and family were invited. Poor, shy, introverted Y/N being no exception to that even though she was trying her hardest to come up with any pathetic excuse that ever existed.

But Stephanie was not known for letting people off easily.

And that is how Y/N got here.

Here being the middle of the crowded club, filled with people, most of whom she did not even know. It was like suffocating, but she just put a thumb up and smiled at Stephanie, cause was else was left to do? She was practically dragged here to have fun and enjoy Friday night, damn it.

And more to that, she was forced to wear a dress.

A dress for God’s sake! Most of the time she felt insecure in pants and simple T-shirt so getting dolled up was just too much. Very much too much.

She had to get out. To find just  a little bit of peace and air to breathe, being it in the bathroom or outside or wherever else far from the people.

It took a lot of effort to squeeze between the moving bodies, unnoticed by any of the family members, but Y/N was fast, flexible and extremely sneaky when situation called for so she made it out to the door safely, nearly tripping over her own feet at the very end.

“Damn it!” she hissed exhaling deeply and letting all the frustration out.

“I take it you don’t like it here either?” a deep male voice, seasoned with mockery came from the right side and at first she almost expired, but quickly realized it was just Jason.

Just Jason.

Not that she was having a massive crush on him, for months now.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack you idiot!?”

“Is it working?” he raised an eyebrow at her puffing on the cigarette.

Oh damn it’s working. My heart is definitely beating faster than it’s supposed to.

“NO!” she scoffed

“Whatever you say, princess“ Jason smirked  “but I don’t think you were expecting to see me here”

‘You mean outside or at Steph b-day party?”

“Let’s say both”

“Well, I never took you for a party animal Jace, so….”

“I’ll tell you a secret” he pushed himself off the wall and came closer to Y/N. too close! “I didn’t really come for Brown…..” his gaze focused on her , eyeing her from head to toe and ended flickering between her lips and eyes making the girl choke down. “That;s a really nice outfit, princess….” He muttered and she was suddenly extremely aware of every nerve ending in her body “I guess I’ll see you inside” before she could gasp a single word Jason trampled the butt, smirked at her and disappeared inside.

What the hell just happened?!

Her head was spinning, heart jumping out of her chest, breath becoming uneven

Jason fucking Todd.

Of course he was just making fun of her. There was not a chance he meant what he said as a complement. Not an option that he was interested in her.  He was a  freaking edgelord, trained at intimidating people and bickering.

So why were her cheeks burning like that? Why was there a smile lingering on her lips, wondering that maybe…. Maybe …..

“Hey you!” this time it was female voice throwing her back to reality

“Me?”

“Yes, you.” a tall girl stepped into the light and Y/N could see her face. The other girl was just beautiful.  Her every step showed the confidence and determination. Oh, that one knew what she wanted and how to get it. And y/n had a feeling why she took interest in her.  “How do you know the 10”

“the 10?”

“That guy you were talking to. Don’t you know the scale?”

“Oh, no, please” Y/N whined “why do people feel the urge to judge each other like this? This is just …. Humiliating and freaking objectifying!”

“sorry to break it to you, sunshine, but that’s how the world works. People judge each other. How else would they get together? There are some rules to maintain, and social status is the barrier. Simple as it. Your… friend is a total 10. And so am I.”

“Right…..” as if Y/N didn’t know that. Of course she knew that was how it worked. She was actually painfully aware of that. And familiar with the fact that Jace was most definitely a 10. His ripped body was speaking for itself, and the little scars on his face, including that hated J was only adding to the flame. He was perfect image of a bad boy and it’s no news that most of the girls fall for that. To add to that, Jason was also a perfect mix of many different traits. Rough and sarcastic, but deeply caring. Harsh and violent when it came to enemies, but loving and longing for the one that were close to him. He was keeping his walls up and was wary, but once you gained his trust you get to know him on so many different levels. Y/N knew all that. And it was not easy to see herself in comparison. Boring, average, ordinary girl. She didn’t stand a chance.

“Listen, pidgeon. “ the blonde said, running fingers through her hair, fixing them to look sexier “I’m just saving you heartbreak. Stay in your line. Go back home, change into sweatpants and chat with someone online. That’s more of a place for someone like you. Do you understand me?’

“Oh, fuck you.” y/n muttered  

“Mhm. Someone definitely will do that tonight….” The girl grinned like a predator and followed  Jason inside.  

Y/N had enough. No matter how much this would break Steph heart, no matter how much of a cowardly behavior it was, she was going home. But that meant getting back to the club, grabbing her coat and perhaps seeing something her poor heart could not take.

“Oh fuck it!” she hissed to herself again. “just get yourself together, girl. You knew that one day, sooner or later, he was going to get a hot girl. Just get that shit inside your brain and keep smiling for him. If anyone deserve happiness it definitely Jace.”

If only that little pep talk worked. But no matter how much Y/n tried, her emotions were stronger than her brain. And unfortunately she saw exactly what she was fearing so much. The blonde had already approached Jason, smiling at him innocently, fluttering her eyelashes and talking, talking and talking while he was just listening. After a couple minutes of that show, his face expression changed from curiosity through amusement and then to taunting. And then he laughed at her face.

He laughed at the hot girl.

And then he turned around spotting Y/N with tears in her eyes and became concerned in a blink of an eye, ditching the blonde and rushing towards his friend.

“Let’s get the hell out of here” he mumbled grabbing her small hand, enveloping it in his and simply leading her out.

Y/N should not have felt so good having his attention and care. She shouldn’t have let him do all that. She shouldn't have enjoyed his warm hand holding her and sending heat waves all over her. She should have told him to stay and relax and have fun, to forget about her, but she just couldn’t do any of that. She wanted him. She needed him to ease her pain and soothe her and hold her and to be with her and never, never, never let go. Stupid, selfish silly girl.

“Y/N.” Jason grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him the second they were back outside.

“Please, don’t ask me who hurt me. Please, don’t use that words ‘cause I will break under the weight of your care.” She thought “care that is not mine for the taking….”

“Who hurt you?” he asked exactly what she was fearing.  And then she truly could not hold it back any longer as her body started shaking and she found herself in his warm, calming, protective embrace, sobbing desperately, unable to form any coherent words, just crying into his chest. “Shhhh. Just tell me. I will make it right, I promise.”

“No….” she sobbed and it made him pull away and look at her.

“What do you mean ‘no’? Y/n/n? What is going on? Whoever made you sad does not deserve to breathe.”

“Jason, please just let go off me. Please, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t let you do this anymore.”

“Do what, love?”

“Stop calling me that” she struggled against him, but he was too strong and kept her close. “Why can’t you see? You’re a 10! I don’t even reach within the scale! You should find yourself the girl in your league! Why can’t you just stick to the rules!”

‘You’re unbelievable.” He chuckled shaking his head “truly unbelievable.”

“Stop making fun out of me! You shouldn’t…. You can’t …..” she hiccupped

“That is really bold of you to start a sentence like this. Telling me what do. But go on, I'm listening carefully.”

“I’m not good enough for you! I’m no one! And you…. you’re you! We’re not supposed to even be seen together! It will ruin your reputation and ….”

“My reputation….” He almost laughed “dammit, love. Are you done?” he locked his hands on her waist and it made her eyes grow wide. Something was terribly wrong here.

“No, I ….”

“Too bad.” He interrupted her, pulling her closer and she immediately put hands on his toned chest to separate their bodies. Grave mistake since feeling all that muscles only made her want him more. Again. “Cause now I will speak and you will listen, baby.”

“Baby?”

“You’re gullible. Self-conscious. Oblivious as fuck. Why? Why can’t you see that I don’t give a damn about should, could, must or mustn’t. I do what I want. Screw the rules, which are fucking stupid by the way. Me being a 10, shit!” now he laughed for real and that wonderful, rare sound made her close her eyes, indulging in this.  “Like I care!”

“But you are! For me!’ it just slipped through her mouth without her thinking “shit, did I say that out loud?”

“I’m glad you did.” He leaned forward a bit, testing the waters, and when she did not pull he back just put his lips onto hers, his grip on her tightening, her hands tangling in his hair. She was making out with him. In front of a public premise. Where everyone could see.

“No…” she pulled back upon realizing what was happening “this is wrong….”

“Stop being stubborn” he muttered resuming kissing her, this time harder, more intensely, that sudden craving of her taking over him. He finally had her without all her inhibitions and doubts. He had her in his arms.

“Jace….?” She asked hesitantly when he cut the kiss and leaned his forehead on hers.    

“You’re right y/n. You don’t fit the scale. Cause sure as fuck you are my 11.”

“But….”

“Oh, no, baby, forget it. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you, but I’m not letting you go away from me now that I have you.”

“Is this real?” she mumbled.

“Let’s see about that.” He smirked and kissed her again. And again. And again. Proving that this was not just a crazy dream of a delusional girl, but deep honest feelings on his part.  

He loved her.

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i’m not going anywhere | j. miller

joel miller x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of joel’s suicide attempt, mental health problems, reader & joel being purely in love and devoted to each other i love it 💯, age gap (reader in 20’s, joel in 50’s), violence, murder, death, angst, reader being ellie’s mother figure YES MA’AM, flashbacks in italics, reader has a past with david, no word count cause i forgot 😔

i bet your shoulders can hold more than

just the straps of that tiny dress

that i’ll help you slide aside

when we get home

joel watches you from across the room, talking to some of the other women in jackson. he sees you laughing, the sight of your smile putting him at ease, knowing that you were at least comfortable.

it’s been a few months since the three of you arrived in jackson: yourself, joel and ellie. ellie was the first one to settle in, happy to be somewhere that wasn’t the QZ or the outside world, and you were soon to follow after her. all you ever wanted was a peaceful place to live, and jackson was the closest thing to it. and joel, he was the last, but only because he couldn’t settle until both you and ellie had.

the dress you wore was white and short, it hugged your chest tightly and pushed your breasts up like a corset would. joel didn’t know where you found that dress, but he’s glad you did. all he’s been thinking about is taking you home, slipping that dress off your body and worshipping you like a theist to their god.

he walks over, places his hand on your waist in a gentle grip and forcefully smiles at the rest of the women. “excuse me, ladies, need some time with my girl.” joel watches as the women nod enthusiastically, he doesn’t know if it’s because they like how he treats you or just like him. he doesn’t know because he can’t read other women, he’s only ever spent his time learning you.

“hi, honey.” you smile brightly at him, looking into his eyes with such care that joel feels himself melting under your gaze.

“missed ‘ya, darlin.” he tells you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, causing you to giggle.

“was only across the room. could’ve joined in the conversation.” he hums, continuing to press a series of kisses across your face. “joel!” you squeal playfully.

“wouldn’t be able to focus when i got you by my side, darlin.” his southern twang hits in the pet name. “‘specially when you wear that dress. ‘s sin, baby, look at ‘cha .” he runs his hands up and down your hips, drawing you in closer to his chest. you smile at him, hands hooking together round the back of his neck. “feel so damn good against me, sugar.”

you giggle. “then do something about it, tex.” joel stares at you, hunger flashing through his brown eyes as he drunkenly takes you in. he’s drunk off you, the idea of you, the thought of you. he’s wrapped around your finger, and if he has it his way, you’ll be wrapped up in the sheets together in no time.

i’ve seen em carry family

and the steel drum weight of me

effortless just like that dress

that i’ll help off

that day was the worst. joel being injured meant you and ellie were left to your own. she trusted you, she always did, you had always cared for her. before marlene, before joel; there was you. you taught her the tricks with her knife, you taught her how to tackle, to fight, the same way your uncle taught you when the outbreak began.

two innocent, vulnerable women seen by themselves in the wilderness would’ve caught anyone’s attention. especially ellie, a young girl who seemingly looks alone and lost. you knew you should’ve fought harder to have her stay with joel whilst you collect supplies. it wasn’t her fault you both got caught in that position, you should’ve warned her.

but it was too late.

you were both locked up in delegate cages across the room from one another. david torments you by talking to ellie. he doesn’t know that you’re not the same scared little girl you were way back when your uncle was still alive, but he will know soon. when his time has come.

he seems giddy as he walks over to her, child-like charm in his step, maybe from all the years he’d snatched it away from other children did he take it for himself. you didn’t understand that before, but you do now. you understand perfectly. you know who he is, what he does, you watched and experienced it for an entire three days.

but, for whatever reason, you’re back in his trap, ellie by your side. making every killer instinct in your body heighten.

you looked over to her. she was sat down whilst you were stood up. she’s looking at you in what you know is fear, and for a second, her face blurs and you’re staring into the eyes of your fourteen year old self. you’re snapped out of it by david telling her to look at him, not you. his hand reaches behind the bars of her cell. that’s when you snap.

“move the fuck away, david.” you hiss, body pressed up against the bars of your cell. he looks at you, smirks, before turning back round to face ellie. you know you’re letting him win by reacting to his psychological torture, this warfare he seems to have mastered countless times, but he doesn’t know who you are now, what you’re capable of. so you showed him.

ellie stood watching as you stabbed him with his own machete. you didn’t notice she was still with you, but ideally, you should’ve known better. you should’ve known she doesn’t go anywhere without you.

you’re crying out, over and over again as you face the brute that is reality as it strikes you in the face, harder than the machete does to david. ellie almost faced the same fate you did, she’s seen too much, she’s been through too much, she’s only a kid. you could’ve done better to protect her. you could’ve-

hands cupping your face stop your train of thoughts and your actions. joel is knelt down next to you, looking at you with such sincerity and love that you can’t even process that his injury is healed and that he’s here. his hands feel so soft, so tender. they are calloused and rough from years of hard labour but the way he holds you suggests differently, like he’s spent a lifetime waiting to hold you.

“baby, look at me.” his texan accent heightened. “sweet girl,” his pointer finger gently taps your cheek “look at me. i got you. ‘s just us, baby, ‘s just us.” you feel ellie by your side again, and you unconsciously lift your arm for her to tuck herself into your side as joel welcomes you both into his waiting arms.

“‘s just us.”

—

you had come back to the house after being out in the school the entire day. you had never considered yourself as someone who liked kids, too sticky and messy for you. ellie was the only exception, and she had been with you since you were a teenager.

maria was opting to give you the job at the school per your request. you wanted something easy, something that didn’t require you to look over your damn shoulder every waking second. you wanted to settle, to rest, to find peace, and you finally had the opportunity to do so in jackson.

when you got to the house that joel, ellie, and yourself were staying at, you didn’t expect to hear shouting. you ran up the stairs, just in time to see joel leave ellie’s room. you glare at him, hitting his shoulder with your own as he walks past. you make your way over to ellie, but you can tell by the way she doesn’t look your way that she wants to be by herself. you whisper to her, before leaving and walking into joel’s room.

“what the fuck was that?” the venomous tone in your voice causes his gaze to snap towards you. “the fuck did you say to her.”

“calm down-”

“calm down? calm down?! you tell me what you said to her right now, joel.” you move towards him, finger pushing into his chest. he sighs, gently moving your hand away.

“started talking to me about loss. she doesn’t know what loss is.” he says with such certainty, like he’s confident in his words and that makes the urge to hit him heighten. joel shakes his head. “ain’t her damn father, either.”

“think about what you’ve just said.”

“darlin-”

“dont darlin’ me! ellie watched her best friend turn into a fucking infected and couldn’t do anything until i showed up! you know how much she begged me not to kill riley?” your eyes tear up. “she begged, pleaded with me, joel. i couldn’t risk it. i couldn’t risk riley hurting her. i couldn’t live with that.” your breathing is erratic. “then tess, then sam and…and you pushing her away isn’t helping.”

you’re angry, you’re in his face practically hissing at him. “we’ve all lost something, joel. she lost her childhood, her best friend. the only people she has right now are me and you, and if you’re not willing to be there, then fucking go! ‘cause i’m staying, with or without you i’m staying with her.” a tear slides down your cheek, and you’re quick to wipe it away.

“you may not be her father, but the way you act with her says otherwise, ‘nd i’m not giving that girl another person to lose. so either stay, or don’t bother. but if you choose the latter…don’t come near us again.”

—

“don’t tempt me, darlin’.” joel smirks, lips lightly grazing your cheek as they make their way back down to your lips. he pecks them one, two, three times before you’re pulling him in for a passionate and heartfelt kiss.

“not doing anything.” you laugh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers twirling into the bottom of his curled hair and he elicits a hushed groan. “just showing my man some love, that so bad, tex?”

he pulls away, leaning his forehead against yours. “say your goodbyes, baby, ‘m taking you home.” joel lightly kisses your forehead. “ellie’s staying with dina tonight, means you’re all mine.” he smirks, kissing your forehead again.

“oh really?” you grin, now holding his hand in yours. his smirk widens, and it tells you that he’s not joking. that you have ten seconds to wander off to say your goodbyes or else he’s carrying you over his shoulder out of here. “i’ll be back.”

he watched you walk over to the women, giving them all a gentle hug as you wave your goodbyes. telling them that you best get home before ellie starts to grow concerned. when you’re finished, you walk back over to joel, who wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into him as you walk away.

because i’ve seen you

and i know you

and i’m not going anywhere

“i’m scared.” he says. you look up at him, arms folded over your chest. it’s not long after your earlier confrontation about what he said to ellie. you’re both sat across from each other, him sat at the dining room table and you on the sofa.

“about what?” you ask.

“she…i can’t protect her. not like you can. i’m old an…and i’m tired, darlin’. i ain’t made for this, can’t look after myself, let alone a teenage girl and yourself.” he doesn’t look at you whilst he speaks. it’s like he can’t say it to your face, saying it to your face means the truth in his admission and he’s not ready to look into your alluring eyes and face the reality of his feelings.

“you’ve taken care of us pretty damn well, joel.” you sit up, arms no longer folded but bent and resting on your knees.

“but i won’t for much longer. i’m so much older than you, sweetheart, i’m fuckin’ deaf in one ear and i ain’t as sharp as i used to be. ellie needs someone to protect her, ‘s why she’s got you.”

“she has you too.”

“i can’t help her, can’t be the man you need, either.” he takes a deep breath in, and your eyes catch the way his hands slightly tremble. he’s never been like this with anyone, so vulnerable, so open. him and tess seemed to have their own dynamic. business partners, friends, lovers, whatever the fuck it was, but you can tell by the lack of eye contact and body language that he never opened up to her like he’s doing with you right now.

“when…when the dogs were there, smelling her. i knew they smelt something on her, but i didn’t do anything. all i could do was stand there and panic.”

“you couldn’t do anything. any movements we made would’ve made everyone suspicious.” you state.

“couldn’t even protect my own daughter and-” he shakes, you can see the tears in his eyes and he’s not even looking at you. “i failed her, and ‘m gonna fail you both now.”

you stand up immediately, walking over to his chair until you’re stood between his legs. your hands find their place on either side of his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks and brushing away his tears, forcing him to look up at you. you hesitate, but your thumb gently traces the scar on his temple, and you hear him take a sharp breath in at the simple, yet doting touch of the place that marks the darkest time of his life after the death of his daughter.

“you’ve never failed us. not at the beginning, and definitely not now. you’ve done so much to protect us, tex. taking on a fourteen year old girl is a lot, but taking on me, too? well, i have to applaud you for that.” he laughs. “but don’t think i don’t admire you for what you’ve done. hell, most men out there would’ve ditched us when they had the chance but you? you stuck by, guided us, saved us, loved ellie like a daughter. a…and, you’ve made me feel at home.” a soft smile graced your lips. “everything you’ve done for us, been for us? that’s home.”

because i’ve seen you

and i know you

and i’m not going anywhere

“i’ve got you.” you say, grabbing his hand, rubbing your hand over the watch. “you didn’t fail sarah, you’ve never failed ellie and you could never fail me.”

“but-”

“no buts. you will never know how proud i am of you and everything you’ve done for us. to open up like this…” you sigh “i just…i’m glad you did.”

he removes his hand from yours, wrapping them both around your waist and pulling you into him. his head rests on your stomach, and your hands find their way into his hair. “home.” he mumbles, and you feel the smile on your chest.

i bet your back can carry more than

just the weight of your button down

one by one they come undone

when we get home

you stand by as you watch joel enter the house. three days, three damn days without him by your side because he was on patrol. you couldn’t blame him, it’s his part in making the community of jackson safe. besides, you knew he’d lose his mind if he had to sit around all day and lack any form of agency. he’d been in this world for too damn long to not find a piece of his mind in protecting others, especially you and ellie.

joel walks over to you, embracing you in a tight hug as he places a small kiss on your forehead. it’s followed by one on your lips, to which he smiles slightly, tipping his forehead so it meets yours. “missed ‘ya so much, darlin’.” his texan drawl makes you laugh.

“missed you too, baby.” you place both hands on either side of joel’s face, pulling back slightly to admire all that is him. his scars, his soul, his heart, everything. “ellie’s missed you too. been waiting on your arrival the entire day.”

joel chuckles, kissing you on the forehead. “i’ll go give her this, then.” he pulls out a book from under his arm, something you completely missed when he entered your house. he holds it up to you, and you read the name. a soft smile graces your lips, and you feel yourself wanting to tear up.

“she’ll love it.” you whisper.

it’s a couple hours later, the three of you having just eaten dinner, and joel and ellie are sat on the couch together. the tv is turned on, but joel is nowhere near paying attention, all of it is on ellie. she reads out the jokes in the joke book he gifted her, he complained about the bad ones, laughed at the good ones, and even shared some of his own.

you find yourself admiring them both, smiling wildly as you watch their dynamic. you knew you had the best relationship with ellie, but nothing could compare to how joel was with her. like a father, he cared and loved her without overstepping ellie’s boundaries.

and that? that’s all you could ever ask for in a man.

i’ve seen you carry family

and all my insecurities

one by one they’ll come undone

when we get home

you stand before joel, blood splattered on your clothes and covered in bruises in visible places. you hated to know how you looked underneath. you sat perched upon the counter in the bathroom as joel runs a cloth under the running tap, dabbing it on your face to remove the dried blood.

it was a patrol gone wrong. you thought you could handle it by yourself, you had done in the past. but when your patrol partner had lured you into a raiders den, it had all gone south from there. they got a fair few hits and wounds onto you before you remembered who you were, and you showed them no mercy.

brown, puppy dog eyes stare down at you, it’s almost comical. a hardened man with the softest expression on his face, all because you were bruised and injured. he sighs, placing the cloth on the side. “need you to take your clothes off, sweetheart. see if there’s any more damage.”

your eyes immediately snap up to meet his, panic arising in your body so much so he saw it in your face. “hey, ‘s okay.” his hand gently cups underneath your jaw, keeping your eyes on his. “ain’t gonna do anything, baby. just need to clean you u-”

“no.” you shake your head feverishly, cutting him off. “no.”

“got to make sure you ain’t hurt anywhere else.” he stares at you, and he looks so concerned and worried that you cave. pulling off your jumper and shirt, stood in your bra and sweatpants, completely exposed.

joel’s eyes trace your body, and you feels his eyes catch the wounds, but the scars that cut across your skin in a variety of places. he stiffens up, hand hesitantly reaching out to gently trace one, much like you had done with his.

he looks up at you when he’s done, stepping closer with his hand on your hip, where the scar his finger had just traced lingered. he tips his forehead to meet yours, both of your eyes closing. “i gotcha, sweet girl. always do.”

he pulls back and grabs the cloth from the sink, running it under water again before he starts to clean the cuts on your body. he traces every scar on your skin, each time making you shudder from the sheer amount of love he dedicates towards you, ensuring your comfort and trust, much like you had done with him.

he’s got you. he always has, always will.

because i’ve seen you

and i know you

and i’m not going anywhere

falling on top of you, joel’s hands travel underneath the hem of your dress, pulling down your panties. you sit up, pulling the white dress over your head, now completely naked and bare in front of the man you love.

joel tips your head up so you look at him, admiring your body as you sit naked and bare. he starts to take off his own clothes, pulling you close to him so he hovers of you. he kisses you lips passionately, your arms winding round his neck as you pull him in closer.

he chuckles as you moan when he bites your lip, pulling away to kiss down your neck, your chest, all the way down until he looks up at you, asking for permission.

you nod, and let him ravish you.

because i’ve seen you

and i know you

and i’m not going anywhere

because i’ve seen you

and i know you

and i’m not going anywhere

because i’ve seen you

and i know you

and i’m not going anywhere.

a/n: fun fact, this was gonna end in tlou2 with joel and reader being murdered together but i said no <3

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