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I just woke up this morning and wrote it down. Sometime you can't stop stories turning up.
Warning: mention of blood, injury and previous attempt violence against reader.
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911 : This is 911 emergency, how can I help you?
Y/N: Hi, I need an ambulance sent to 1007 Mountain Drive, Crest Hill, Bristol Township, Gotham City, I have a deep sword cut to my arm, and need to be checking. Am bleeding, probably need stitches.
911: Ok, an ambulance has been dispatched to your address, please stay on the line with me. Is anyone else in the house with you?
Y/N: Yes, but they are all chasing the kid with the sword, not helping me. Tell the ambulance crew that I will go outside to them, they will not be in danger.
911: Ok, thank you for that information. Have you wrapped your arm up to stop the bleeding?
Y/N: Yes. I have a towel wrapped around my arm and applying pressure.
911: Are you in any further danger?
Y/N: Not currently. In the future, (nervous laughter) not sure. It's not like the kid was yelling he should be the only blood child and he needs to remove all rivals or something.
Y/N: Could you get someone to check on my well-being in a couple of days or in a week? And to actually physically meet me, not be put off with ‘I don't want any visitors’, like they have in the past.
Y/N: Is that possible? Could you make a note?
911: Oh, I assure you, I am making lots of notes. The ambulance crew have been informed that they are to physically meet you or call for backup if they are blocked.
Y/N: Thanks.
911: I have been informed that your address is the Wayne manor.
Y/N: Yes, I am a Wayne kid, does that matter?
911: Is Bruce Wayne not supporting you? How old are you?
Y/N: 15. If you call support: ‘you need to deal with this problem yourself,’ ‘you are the older one’, ‘the youngest needs everyone at the moment’ and my most favourite one ‘I am sure you understand, you are the dependable one', then yes, he supports me.
Y/N: I am dealing with the problem, that is why I am ringing you for help.
Y/N: Anyway, my father is currently busy trying to stop his youngest child from chopping me up to become the only biological child.
Y/N: I mean, he is trying to get a sword off a 10 year old child, who is waving it around randomly, pretending to be a ninja.
911: I don't think that is any better.
Y/N: you have no idea.
Y/N: the ambulance is here now. I will go outside to them, thanks for listening to me. It's rare that any one does.
911: You're welcome.
—--
“Hey kid you didn't mention the rest of your cuts.” said the ambulance worker looking worried.
“They were not deep, so why would I mention those?”
“Have you told anyone that you are going to the hospital?”
“I left a note on the fridge, I have my phone, they can ring me.”
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Part 1 - A monster in the family - Bats and Vampire reader
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Summary of previous: Ayna Wayne has turned into a vampire, since considered safe due preferring to bite cattle instead of people, is still living in Wayne Manor. Bruce does not like vampires, so doesn't know.
Alfred and Damian do know, so does half the Justice League.
Ayna Wayne is 18, Damian is 21.
Damian is Robin, Ayna is called Shadow by Damian when she runs around as a Vampire.
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Rescue of Red Hood
Group chat - hidden
Robin: Shadow, Hood has been captured,
Robin: The Bats are 20 mins out, you are 2 mins from the location (GPS xxxx. xxxx) can you go and scare them so they are too busy to attack Hood?
Shadow: Sure, sounds like fun, heading there now.
Robin: Fun? Shadow, have you taken something?
Shadow: No… well yes. Class mates wanted to celebrate an engagement, and went to a pub, and since alcohol doesn't do anything at all to me, I may have taken a power up pill version 5, a hour one.
Robin: I thought those were destroyed because they make you very intoxicated.
Shadow: May have rescued some from getting destroyed, and hidden them.
Shadow: Oh, I am high as a kite. I feel so good right now. Everything is so sloooow at the moment. Oh look, pretty lights.
Robin: Forget about the rescue, go home right now.
Shadow: I am finnnne... everything is finnnne... No worries. Am at the location now. I like Hood, will be just in and out quick.
Shadow: Right, let's bluff that I am a very scary vampire lady.
Shadow: Putting you on silent.
Robin: You will be receiving a lecture from me tomorrow. (Unread)
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Jason, still in his Red Hood mask, woke up with a headache, and found he had been chained to a chair in a warehouse. Felt annoyed he got captured so easily.
There were a number of strange gang members around. He did not recognise anyone nor the gang patches. There was one good thing, he could and did push his panic button.
Anyway chains? Man, that's a little overkill, did they think he had super strength or something?
“Good, you are awake,” a harsh male voice interrupted him checking his surroundings. Jason looked over at the speaker, obviously the gang leader. No one he knew. New gang or filling a capture contact?
“I thought capturing the Red Hood would be hard, but no …”
Oh great, a villain monologuing. The perfect thing to make headaches worse. When is the rescue happening? Jason wondered how long before he will asked to be shot, so he doesn't need to listen anymore.
Everything and everyone went silent.
Red Hood looked over, a pale skin female was standing in the middle of the warehouse. Her black long hair was flowing everywhere. She was dressed in a black tank top, and black jeans and was wearing a face domino mask.
She had fangs, oh shit, that is a Vampire.
“You kidnapped Red Hood? Protector of Crime Alley? Without permission! How dare you!” She snarled, focusing on the gang leader as her fangs grew larger and she looked like she was about to go feral.
Red Hood couldn't look away, although he could hear the rest of the gang leaving the warehouse as fast as possible.
“Ah?” said the gang leader backing up, “shoot her!”
A couple of guns went off as she jumped at the gang leader, Jason was sure he saw her dodge the bullets, and also push the leader out of the way. The leader hit his head on the wall and dropped to the ground unconscious.
She spun around to face the last two gang members who had their guns out and were shaking with fear.
“Run, run, little rabbits, I will enjoy chasing you down.” She purred.
The two men ran out of the building, screaming in fear.
The girl laughed, “he was correct, that was fun.” She turned to face Red Hood, who stiffened with fear, but tried to hide it. “Relax, a friend sent me here to help, was just closer than the bats. I am a friend. Not an enemy."
She moved around to the back of the chair. Red Hood heard a clink noise and the chains fell off. Then silence, he looked around, there was no one but him and one unconscious gang leader in the warehouse.
“Thank you.” He called out standing up.
Batman, Nightwing and Red Robin appeared moments later.
“Red Hood report.” rasped out Batman.
“Got taken out when returning from patrol, woke up here, chained to that chair, with that gang leader monologuing at me. A female vampire turned up, not feral, she knocked out the gang leader, didn't bite him. Everyone else ran away. She broke the chains and left.”
“That makes no sense, vampires are not safe.” muttered Batman shaking his head.
“Well I owe that one my life.” Red Hood looked around, “Is Robin around?”
“He is checking the perimeter, by his own suggestion.”
“Oh,” said Red Hood quietly, “I wonder if he knows something?”
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Bat AI (really one of Oracle hackers that she is teaching and watching)
Video recording found, Flagged as Vampire sighting meeting with Robin due to recording from inside the warehouse.
Protocol Justice League vampire protection: deleted from Bat computer, forward to Oracle supervisor to be checked and filed in correct place, probably to be filed in Justice League folder only.
Recording started:
Robin had just finished checking the outside warehouse for any guards. Stopped near a dark corner on the ground. A second person came out of the shadows in black pants and grey hoodie with the hood up. Robin and the person looked at each other, may have spoken to each other, but no audio file was found.
The person moved back into the shadows and vanished, Robin went to meet the rest of the bats who were exiting the building.
End recording 2 mins length.
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(Oracle is in charge of looking after a lot of heroes including the Justice League, has a number of hackers working for her, they all have a lot of computer programs and AI programs working, watching and reporting. Officially, Barbara Gordon is running an IT security company.)
Part 2 A monster in the family - Bats and a Vampire
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The next morning - reader/Ayna POV
Sleep, what is that?
You sighed and rolled over on your bed.
You got to bed four hours ago, after trying to run off extra energy by running around Gotham, then running home.
But sleep was not happening, you don't even feel tired.
Hmmm, what is a normal time to get up?
Looking over at the clock. 6:30am. Good enough.
You turned on the light, sat up and started updating information into your watch, your current symptoms, and what you took last night. Lecture or no lecture, you will not hide anything. It's safer for everyone including you.
Although last night was a little fuzzy, you remember drinking, having no effect on you and deciding to take a 1 hour power up pill that makes you intoxicated.
Was probably not the best idea, since Robin requested help for Red Hood after that, and your bright ideas while intoxicated, were very risky.
Not that you can remember much. Something about standing in a warehouse looking scary. Attack a person? Pulling apart Red Hood chains? Since when can you do any of that?
At least you heard the rest of the bats turn up, so you hid in the shadows outside the warehouse. Fear of Batman overrides everything else.
Maybe Robin can advise what happened last night?
You got up and pulled open the dark curtains. It is sunny outside! It is rarely sunny in Gotham. It must have been windy last night.
You got up, dressed quickly, put on 100% sunblock, then put on makeup. The joy of skin being so pale due to vampire virus, is that dark eyeshadow and lipstick comes up so well.
Myth - vampires sleep during the day and run around at night. Vampires go poof into ash in direct sunlight.
Truth - vampires go sleepy in the middle of the day, (bet you are going to crash today), but don't normally need to sleep. Haven't noticed any difference running around at night. Skin burns badly in direct sunlight, Do not go poof into ash.
You ran down to the kitchen, am starving. Your watch color is just going orange, so you need nutrients now.
Two brothers looked up from the table as you entered.
“Good morning you two, sleep well?” You said to them cheerfully.
Damian and Tim both smiled at you. Tim looks very sleepy. He had toast in front of him and a pot of coffee. Damian had tea and fruit.
“Why are you so awake at this hour? Didn't you come in late?” complained Tim, his head almost in his coffee cup.
“Not tired.” You answered shrugging, as you got a cup of tea. “Don't know why.”
“I wish I could bounce back like that.” sighed Tim, looking like he was going back to sleep at the table.
“Hmmm.” You said looking over at him, wondering for a second, if he would like to see if he could turn into a vampire.
“No.” cut in your older brother Damian, who was obviously mind reading you.
“Pity.”
“Hmm? Have I missed something?”
“No.” said Damian.
“Morning, Ayna” commented Alfred, handing you a plate of a cooked breakfast.
You stared with joy at the large plate of eggs, lamb sausages, bacon, blood pudding, mushrooms, hash browns and fried tomatoes.
“Alfred, have I mentioned you are wonderful? And that I love you?” You asked, sitting down, and starting to eat.
“Yes, regularly.” smiled Alfred at you.
Tim looked at your breakfast in horror, “How can you eat that this morning?”
You blink in surprise, “Easily, am hungry, was a busy night.”
“What were you doing? It's only Thursday.”
“A couple of classmates were celebrating an engagement last night at a pub, I joined them.” you answered, finishing eating your food.
“I want to speak to you about your timing of your drinking on a week day, also about the idea of learning more self defense.” Damian said, nodding at a bruise on your face.
“Ok, I will listen to you this afternoon, when I get back, Damian. Additional self defense is a good idea.” you advised as you put the empty dish into the dishwasher. “Have a class this morning. I have to go. Bye all.”
“Remember you have a meeting with your father at 4pm today.” Alfred called after you.
“Oh, that's right." you looked back into the room, “Damian, will you be around?”
“Of course, I will escort you to the meeting.”
“Thanks.” You called back as you left.
“She is still not comfortable being alone in Bruce's presence?” You could just hear Tim ask.
“No, she is not.” Damian answered.
Well? Would anyone blame you, if they all knew?
Bruce’s opinion on vampires, that they should be ‘removed’ for the good of the rest of humanity, was scary.
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4pm back at the manor.
Damian walked with you towards your father's study. You feel horrible, like heading towards a school principal office to be ticked off.
“Relax,” advised Damian, “father will not shut the office door for the meeting. He knows you are not comfortable with being alone with him.”
Your heart increased in speed. “What if he has found out? And has been hiding that he knows, until he can isolate me?”
“I personally will open the study door if he shuts it, I will defend you in any case.”
“If he locks it?”
“I will break the door down, you are under the Justice League protection. I will call Superman if it is necessary.” he hissed. “You were not this nervous at the last meeting a month ago. What has happened since?”
“A young male vampire went feral in Gotham over two weeks ago.”
“I remember that, he turned up in Crime Alley where a pub threw feral strength nutrients pills at him. He chased the pills down to eat, and a Green Lantern collected him.”
“Those pills smell so great, that pub has a habit of leaving an open jar with those pills, he would have smelt them miles away when he went feral. But that is not the point,” You took a deep breath, “do you know what father said, after he heard what had happened?”
“No.”
“He said if he got to that boy first, he would have ensured that he wouldn't have come back to hurt them in the future. Tim asked if he was planning to break his no-kill rule then. And he said removing permanently vampires out of their pain, when they go mad, is a mercy. It's not like they are still human.” You said painfully.
Damien stayed silent for a minute. “I am coming into the study with you.” He finally said, he knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
Damian opened the door. “Greetings father, Ayna has asked me to be in on this meeting too.”
Bruce looked surprised. “Of course, Damian, you are welcome too, if that makes Ayna more comfortable.”
The meeting only took 15 minutes, Bruce only wanted to check if you had any problems or needs. After assuring him that you are fine, you left quickly.
By the way, when I put on a AO3 link, I have finished with that story,
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If you lost your memory, and there is no physical proof that you have a family. Would you believe someone when they state that you are part of their family?
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Your phone rings with an unknown number
You answered, “Hello?”
Unknown deep voice spoke, “Hi Y/N. This is Bruce Wayne.”
“OK?”
Really? Don't think so.
Mr Wayne continued “I am ringing you because I have heard you have forgotten that you are part of the Wayne family.”
“Man, the spammers are going all out today.”
“Wait.”
“I don't know what you want from me, I am not pretty enough to be trafficked, and I don't have access to much money. But the idea that Bruce Wayne the billionaire of Gotham would just ring me. After no contact for at least five years, is not realistic at all. Try thinking up a better story.”
“Wait, there are reasons for the no contact.”
“Yeah, right.”
You hung up.
(Number blocked)
(Bruce back in Wayne manor, “Jason stop laughing at me, and give me one of your burner phones.”
“Really old man? They are going to block a lot of numbers at this rate. Here you go.”)
Texts:
Unknown different number: Y/N this is Bruce Wayne, I understand you don't remember, but I assure you that you lived in Wayne Manor for eight months, before you chose to continue your education at a boarding school.
Bruce Wayne??: You also visited us once or twice a year on holidays.
Y/N: Ok, so I might believe you were the Gotham foster home I was living in for the eight months.
Y/N: But I am an adult now. You don't have to be a guardian to me anymore. Thank you for your previous help in fostering me. I don't see the point in visiting your home. It is obvious I am not part of your family.
Old foster man in Gotham: You are not a foster child, you are my biological child. You are part of the family. I am your father.
Y/N: Are you telling me that I am ‘a Wayne kid’ who is not found on the internet at all? Especially not found under the Wayne family information? Really?
Old foster man in Gotham: That was for safety reasons, we hid you.
Y/N: Really? Do you have any photos of me in the family?
Y/N: Was I encouraged to spend time with you?
Y/N: Do you have videos or photos of me with the rest of your family?
Old foster man in Gotham: Sorry, we don't, I was busy, there were a lot of important issues that turned up. You were not around much.
Y/N : I don't need your excuses. I just don't consider you my father or dad. You were a guardian of a foster child who has grown up. You don't need to waste any more time or attention on me.
Old Foster man who thinks he is my father: It would not be wasted, but I understand why you think that. Would you consider visiting us for Christmas?
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If you lost your memory, and there is no physical proof that you have a family.
Would you believe someone when they state that you are part of their family?
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After receiving your diploma from the graduation ceremony from the University, you went out celebrating with your friends.
The next day, you started packing to leave. Your part time job, as an architect, researcher and developer, for strengthening buildings to decrease damage in all crises, will become a full time job after Christmas.
Just a month away.
Your best friend has invited you to her family's Christmas party, and to stay with her until you get into a new flat. Since you have no living family, you accepted.
At least no family as far as you know.
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You were in a car accident five years ago. Lost your memory.
Your friends turned up when a request went out asking if any one knew a J. Doe. No family member did.
Your phone held photos of your friends, didn't have any family photos except for your late mother.
Your friends advised what past they remember you talked about.
You were born in Gotham.
You had spoken a lot about your mother who loved you a lot. She died due to cancer.
You lived in a foster home in Gotham for around eight months, you didn't speak much about that time, just you felt lonely there, no one seemed to like you, or gave you any attention.
You were then sent to boarding school in Coast City, until you were eighteen. You enjoyed it.
Then you had the accident.
You looked up emails, texts and looked on Google to work out your past further. Since you had already left the school, they had removed your past records so were unable to help either. You found out that you had visited Gotham once or twice a year, what did you do there? Unsure. Maybe shopped?
You have a trust fund, no current trustees, so can't ask questions there.
You had decided further information is not necessary and had gone off to university in Coast City with your friends.
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In the middle of packing, your phone received a text from an unknown number
Unknown: ‘Y/N, congratulations on receiving your diploma. Will you be visiting your family this year for Christmas?’
Huh?
Y/N : Thanks, who is this? I don't have your number in my phone.
Unknown: It’s Alfred, Y/N.
Y/N: Sorry, you have the wrong number, I don't know you. I have plans for Christmas, thanks.
Alfred: Y/N Wayne, that is not funny. If you are unwilling to spend the whole time with your family, I understand but could you just visit for a day?
Y/N : Look, I know I lost my memory due to a car accident, but I do know that I have no living family as far as I can tell. No records, no photos, no one contacting me in the past five years.
Y/N : I don't know how you know my first name, but Wayne is not my last name. I am not sure why you are texting me. But this is creepy.
Y/N : please don't contact me again.
(Number blocked)
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Alfred forward the texts to the rest of the Wayne family.
Then watched with interest, their horrified responses about their forgotten sibling forgetting them. He found it entertaining.
I love going viral on tumblr.com. It’s like if you stood in a field and said some of the stupidest shit a human being is capable of and then like fifty thousand crows attacked you
Summary : When readers hatred for her father morphs into a preference of older men, her family finally starts to notice.
Pt. 1 here
Cw: characters might be ooc, mentions of sa, grooming, angst.
Waking up in your bedroom at the manor made it feel like any other boring day. Until you feel the material of what you’re wearing and it all rushes back to you. Bruce, Dick, Jason and- Kyle.
Your whole body freezes as you realize the last time you saw him he was being beaten to a pulp by your brother. You had to find out what happened to him now.
Though you’re still in the grimy clothes of the day before, you can’t help but notice the clothes on the end of your bed. A simple, clean outfit layed out nicely. It looks like someone who had only met you once passingly was asked to make an outfit in your style but, who were you to complain right now about something you already knew?
These people don’t know you
Kyle knows you
Find Kyle, and run so far they won’t ever find you
You slip into the outfit and step out of your room. The hall is eerily silent, but you’re not sure what you’re expecting to hear. No one talks to you up here anyway, so the silence should be normal. But it feels different. Bad different. You keep going without another thought until you’re down the stairs.
From there, you can see the lights of the living room in contrast to the dark of rest of the house. Gotta find another way out. You’d snuck out of this place a million times so it was a piece of cake. Sucking in a nervous breath, you slowly but steadily walk away from the living room in the opposite direction.
Unfortunately, everyone in that room was a vigilante with excellent hearing, and had heard you almost as soon as you started walking down the stairs.
“[Reader]?” A voice carries from down the hall and you stop like a deer in headlights.
“[Reader]? Come here please.” The voice came again. You recognized it this time. It was Bruce. You hated his tone. It was soft and patient like he was trying to lure you in. Despite yourself you turn and take a step towards the living room. His voice was calm while you were anything but and it was pissing you off.
Of course he’s calm. He’s not the one who has no idea where the one person they care about is. He’s not the one who was in that apartment. He’s not the one who’s been in a constant cycle of suffering.
You ought to go in there and give them a piece of your mind, you thought. You took a deep breath, lifting your chin and walking with false bravado. As soon you come to the open entrance your confidence falters and your shoulders droop. You suddenly felt small, like that kid wandering the halls alone again.
Stepping into the living room, you felt the eyes turn to you before you gathered the courage to raise your chin and look at them yourself.
Jason and Tim were sat on the sofa with Dick sat on the floor infront of it. They each had their own expression of worry or guilt and It almost made you laugh. Damian sat in a recliner, looking like the guiltiest of them all while still managing to hide it with his assassin façade.
Bruce is standing. His eyes are trained on your face like he’s studying you. Like you’re another case to figure out instead of his daughter who needs just one stable person in her life.
“I know it’s the last thing you want right now.” Bruce started. “But we need to talk about last night.” His voice is firm, letting you know you will tell him everything one way or another.
You glare at him. How would you even start? You had to figure out how to give him the answers he wanted from you while simultaneously withholding enough information as to not dig a deeper hole for yourself or Kyle. Nobody says anything at first and it feel like the windows might pop from the tension.
Jason runs a hand down his face before finally breaking the silence. “That man was 32, [Reader]. What the hell were you doing anywhere near that apartment!? Did he force you?”
You blink at him in slight disbelief. How could he accuse Kyle of kidnapping you? He hadn’t even known the guy! They hadn’t really had much time for a chat before Jason broke into his living space and beat him brutally.
“No.” You snap. “I asked him to pick me up.”
A collective look of shock paints their faces as they stare back at you like you’ve just started speaking a foreign language. Jason’s lips part, about to say something else before Dick beats him to it.
“You knew him?” Why hadn’t he known that you were talking to grown men? “You let him take you from this house?” He points his pointer finger firmly to the ground over the arm rest of the couch, like he can’t believe it happened here. A predator had been allowed to take you from here with no one noticing.
“I begged him to. Anything to get away from here.” You said honestly. Withholding the truth be damned, you were going to make these assholes feel your hurt.
Damian felt something twist in his stomach. He had talked to you on the stairs that day. He knew you were leaving. He always brushed you off, so why was it so different now?
“So that is where she..” He mutters, unable to keep the guilty words down.
Though his voice is quiet it is picked up by Bruce standing near, whose head immediately turns.
“Damian? Do you know something?” He asks. Damian knew how to control himself. If he couldn’t contain the words then it had to be important.
Damian nods slowly. “[Reader] and myself ran into each other before the.. incident. She told me she had lunch with a friend and I stupidly did not push.”
“You would have tried to stop me.” You say, side glancing at Damian. “And I would’ve run to him anyway.”
Tim had seen the way you looked when the others brought you back. He saw the way Bruce was practically carrying you with the way he had to support you on the way up to your room. He saw the tired panic and fear in your eyes. A kind of look that scared him.
“What about-” Tim swallows mid sentence, suddenly not knowing if he want the answer to his question. “What about how you came back? You looked awful.”
You looked almost offended. He thought Kyle hurt you? They probably were all thinking that.
“That wasn’t his fault.” You countered, raising your voice. “I got myself sick. He was just taking care of me.”
Tim’s brows furrow. “[Reader], we took a blood sample from you when you came back. You were so you of it you didn’t even notice.”
You felt violated! They had fully invaded your privacy!
“You did what?!” You shout before the words fully even register in your brain. “You can’t just do that to me!”
“We can if we believe it necessary.” Bruce interjects.
Tim nods. “Your blood alcohol level was crazy high. Mixed with those..” He motions to the bruises blossoming along your arms. Weird, you hadn’t noticed that before. But there were a lot of black spots in your memory now, and that was the last thing on your mind.
When you don’t respond, Jason pushes for an answer. “[Reader]?” He calls out to you with all the softness his rough voice can muster, the sharp edge of his shock and anger still there. “What happened?”
You freeze. Your leg was shaking and the tears were falling before you could even feel them. But when you did, they were hot. You can’t let them see this. You thought. Stop it! Stop it!
“We drank together.” Your voice wobbles so much it makes you cringe inwardly at yourself. You weren’t afraid of Kyle. You knew exactly what you had done together and had even repeated the entire event a million times in the short span since it passed. So why were you acting like this now? You were satisfied but now here you are, shaking and crying like a child about it infront of your family.
“He gave you alcohol?” Bruce asks, voice as collected as it can be.
You nod “I could handle it.” You say. You try to hold your chin high. Try to keep any of the fight left in you that slipped away so easy, but almost all of it is gone.
“I couldn’t handle it and fell asleep. Kyle took me to bed. That’s it.” Your face was stoic even as tears dragged a path down your cheeks. It wasn’t Kyle’s fault.
No one believed you. “[Reader], why do you insist on defending him?” Bruce raised an eyebrow, voice becoming more firm. It scared you a little bit, but you didn’t want them to see.
“I love him.” You say low, the words heavy on your tongue. “He’s shown me more love and care than I have ever gotten here. He doesn’t treat me like a little girl like the rest of you still think I am. When was the last time any of you asked me about anything about myself? About anything going on in my life? Maybe then you’d have known.”
“You don’t love him.” Bruce shakes his head slow. He crosses his arms tight in frustration at the situation. How could he fix this? How could he knowing he was to blame? He glanced around the room. He could tell by the looks on their sorry faces that they couldn’t remember the last time they had talked to you about anything more than what’s on the surface level they’d have known.
“Yes I do.” Your nails dig into your knees but you can’t feel it.
“What happened after you went to bed?” Bruce asks, though he doesn’t know if he wants to know the truth, because that would mean having to face it.
“I woke up feeling sick.” You remember waking up besides Kyle with that horrible pain in your stomach, and a strange one between your legs. “I went to the bathroom.” You list off the events, remembering kneeling on the cold floor infront of the toilet.
You remember not having your pants on. The memory is like a rock being thrown full force at your brain. “I- I remember..” You stutter. You remember spilling your guts. You remember the feeling of hands. You remember the smell of alcohol.
You feel the bile rising in your throat. You feel faint. You don’t even realize that you’re shaking until you feel Dick wrapping his arms around you for stability. Pushing him away isn’t an option, you’re too weak. So instead, you cry into his shoulder. You want to yell and scream but you also want to hug him back and beg for his help. Kyle was stealing your life. He ripped everything from you, and you complied with a smile on your face. But he gave you what you wanted. What you needed. Love.
When Dick pulls away you notice that everyone has moved closer, almost hovering over you. Your first response is to get out as fast as you can. Bringing your fist up to your mouth you clear your throat.
“I need to be alone.” You say quiet.
Tim quirks a brow. “Are you sure you should be alone right now? I feel like-”
Bruce cuts in, disregarding Tim’s concern. “It’s ok. You’re processing. Take your time and come back when you’re ready.” He’s doing the right thing, he thinks to himself. You’re supposed to give kids space, right? Even so, he was unsure how to deal with a teenage girl especially one dealing with these emotions. It was better you calmed down first before he could get some proper answers for the investigation.
The room is silent as you get up and rush towards the entrance. When you’re back in the hallway, it feels like you can finally breathe again. You take a second before starting up the stairs.
“[Reader.]” A voice calls from behind.
You turn around and are met with Damian’s green eyes staring into your own. He stands tall but the awkwardness of his posture tells you the truth. It was a moment just like this he had watched you leave.
“What do you want?” You say, more exhausted than angry.
“I would have stopped you if I had known where you were truly going.” He starts, stepping up the first step, closer to where you were.
“I’d have shielded you from that vile man.” He seems to grimace at the mention.
From the moment you had come back, Damian had been stumped. He knew himself very well inside and out. He could control his body flawlessly from being drilled with discipline since birth, and could always pinpoint what he was feeling. But since you had come back, those thoughts were being challenged. He knew he was guilty. But for some reason, he couldn’t tell if he felt guilty because he cared for you, or if he felt guilty because you had visible marks. The times he had made you upset and shut yourself in your room, he felt nothing. Out of sight out of mind. But here was something he couldn’t ignore this time. The dark purple bruises seemed to taunt him.
You stared down at him, your face blank. Your eyes are red and puffy and your cheeks tear stained.
“Then why didn’t you ask?” You question. It was simple, but Damian was at a loss for words. You both knew the answer to your question, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.
You nod and turn away, walking quickly up the rest of the stairs. Damian doesn’t follow. The walk down the long hallways seems to stretch on the quiet leaving nothing but you and the memory of the whole intervention replaying again and again in your head. When you get to your room the first thing you do is search for your phone.
You find it face down on your bedside table. When you grab it and look at the screen, your heart skips a beat. Kyle had texted you.
Kyle: they fucking arrested me.
Kyle: fucking lazy ass cops weren’t watching and I left haha.
Kyle: wya?
You’re quick to text back and tell him you’re at the manor again. You know they’ve probably got a camera in your old blind spot before, so you’ll have to think of something else. You remember a spot you used to go as a kid, somewhere you knew no one ever bothered to check.
He tells you he’s on the way and you leave the room immediately. You can’t got down the main staircase unless you want to be caught immediately. Lucky for you, Wayne manor is huge and there is always another staircase. After turning some corners you come to a side staircase that’s is rarely used, maneuvering through the rest of the manor until you were outside. As the cold wind blew through your hair on the way to the spot, you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that you hadn’t been caught. Even after this, they didn’t care too much about what you did or where you were.
After standing in the freezing cold for what felt like forever, you finally see the familiar front of his truck. As soon as he parks you run up to the vehicle, swinging the door open and throwing your arms around him as soon as you get inside.
As you start driving off you look back at the manor through the back window. No one comes outside. It was silly, but you were imagining them noticing you were missing, and running out to chase the truck to get you back. Your turned back to face forward, your eyes teary.
Kyle notices and puts a hand on your thigh, his thumb making circular motions that slowly start getting higher and higher. You smile as a tear slips down your cheek.
This was it. You were finally going to be happy.
A/N: part 2 finally here! I’m so sorry it took so long, I don’t usually write regularly but I tried my best! I thought about making this have comfort but than I decided to be mean so I hope you like it 🫠
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Summary : When readers hatred for her father morphs into a preference of older men, her family finally starts to notice.
CW: Neglect, Grooming, underage drinking, sa (nothing explicit but it’s hinted to have happened.) lmk if I missed anything
You don’t know when it happened. After the upteenth time of facing out to the crowd at your school concerts or sports games, hoping to see familiar faces just once, only to be met with disappointment every time to where you had sworn you hated every person in that Manor.
You were called for meals every day out of obligation and not a longing for your presence. You could tell that by how you were barely spared a glance, and if there was a conversation you could forget about actually participating. You knew you stuck out amongst them. You were the odd one out, and not being a vigilante didn’t help either. You cried at night trying to figure out what was wrong with you, but every theory had an unfortunate answer. Maybe it was because you were young? But Damian was younger than you. Maybe it was because you never pulled your weight? But why would he take me in just to ignore me?
You shake your head, groaning into your pillow as you try not to cry for the nth time already. From your bedside table, your phone screen lights up with Instagram notifications. Picking up the phone, you see that someone replied to your story. Clicking on the notification you see that a boy replied to the story you had posted 8 hours ago of yourself alone by the indoor pool of the manor.
?: You’re beautiful. I’m guessing you aren’t single?
You: Thank you! And I am haha.
?: Lucky me then. That is, if you’ll let me take you out.
You click on his profile and the age in his bio almost makes your heart skip a beat.
32
Your age was in your bio too, so you know he had seen it and didn’t care. Was this alright? You’d never had a boyfriend before, so you didn’t know what was normal and what wasn’t. You couldn’t ask your brothers or your father because you knew that they would brush you off as soon as they even heard your footsteps down the hallway. You decide to agree. Even if it wasn’t normal, it would sure be nice to be loved by someone.
You: That sounds nice, I’m in. How’s tomorrow?
?: I’m glad. Tomorrow is perfect :)
Thus began your secret relationship. Your new older boyfriend, Kyle, would come by the manor in the spot you had told him to park if he wanted to avoid the security cameras or any kind of suspicion from anyone who might see. Once you got in his car, he would take you all the places you always dreamed of going with your family but had never happened.
It was perfect. Or at least, it felt perfect. Maybe if your family was more invested in your life or treated you with the same care as they assured every other kid in Gotham, they would be able to warn you of the wolf in sheep’s clothing that was picking up their underage sister in his car. Oh well.
The days and weeks stretch on as your relationship progresses secretly. He picks you up, takes you out, and drops you back off before anyone notices. But eventually, it’s not enough anymore.
Kyle: Hey [Reader], I was thinking. How about I take you to my place instead? I could finally show you my apartment.
Your phone buzzed, grabbing your attention.
You: That sounds great!!
Kyle: Awesome :) I’ll pick you up around noon? Love you
You: Sounds good, love you too :)))
You put your phone down and get off your bed. Your closet is a mess, making you frown. You pull a pair of pants and a random top from the pile and put it on, nodding in approval at your reflection in the mirror.
Noon rolls around, and so does Kyle. You exit your room at the end of the second floor hall and start heading towards the entrance of the manor and to the spot where Kyle’s been picking you up. As you quietly move down the stairs, a voice comes from behind you.
“Tt. Where are you going? I don’t recall you being involved in anything other than wasting your time wallowing alone at all hours of the day.” Damian asked, stopping his descent behind you, one hand on the rail and an eyebrow quirked.
Rude. You thought. But that was no matter. Kyle was waiting outside and you were dying to see him. He wouldn’t make you feel ashamed for bed rotting all day and crying over the small things your brothers often teased you for. He would wrap his arms around you and kiss your tears away, muttering soft reassurances that everything would be ok. That he had you now. He was going to give you the love you had only dreamed about receiving from another person.
Right. Get to Kyle quick.
You scoff at Damian’s words so maybe he’ll understand you don’t feel like talking, but he doesn’t seem fazed at all.
“I’m grabbing lunch with a friend. Is that a crime?” You reply. It comes out meaner than you intend, but oh well. Not like anyone cared about sparing your feelings.
Damian’s face changes to a subtle expression of surprise. You never talked to them like that, even when they were being complete jerks. His face goes back to its regular stoicism just as fast as it changed. Damian huffs. “No, though your defense makes it seem suspicious.”
“Because you’re reading into it on purpose.” You snap at him. Damian is silent for a moment, then gives you a puzzling look before turning on his heel back up the stairs. Weird. Why was he so interested in you today? Whatever, Kyle was still outside and waiting to save you from this.
You leave the house and shiver as you’re hit with the mid-autumn chill. With quick pace, you hurry to the spot, eyes lighting up as you spot the familiar black Tacoma, and the man smiling at you from the drivers seat. You run as fast as you can with frozen legs and pull the truck door open.
“Kyle!” You shout happily, throwing your arms around his neck once you’ve climbed inside the passengers seat.
“Hey, beautiful.” *He says softly, head tilted down to look back at you. His eyes were dark, and not just in color; it was almost.. uncanny. Like something in them was wrong, but still trying to look at you sweetly as not to alarm you. Another chill runs down your spine despite Kyle’s body heat wrapped around you and the heater turned up to the max.
Choosing to ignore it, you turn back front and buckle in, letting him take you to his apartment.
You had been gone for 36 hours before the first person realized you were missing.
In fact, it was Alfred who had said something to Bruce as he was having a late lunch at the manor.
“Master Bruce, has Miss. [Reader] announced when she will be returning?” He had asked passingly as he lifted Brice’s now empty glass. Alfred had watched you leave the day before, like he almost always did. He could only ever see the tail end of the truck and never managed a glimpse at the driver, but never questioned it. You were a teenage girl after all, it wasn’t uncommon for you to want to hang out with friends. Besides, you always came back by dark.
He wasn’t worried when you didn’t come home as usual. A sleepover, he figured was where you were and you would be back. It was the next day that had rung the alarm bells in his head.
Bruce paused. You were gone? Strange. He didn’t remember you leaving. Actually, he couldn’t remember the last thing you had said to him let alone when that even was. Before the guilt could reach him he cleared his throat and answered Alfred’s question.
“No, she hasn’t said anything to me. Is something wrong?”
Alfred frowns.
“She has been gone for almost two full days, Master Bruce.”
This shocks the younger man. Two days? And he hadn’t noticed? He was a busy man and you knew that, and he wasn’t all that great of a father, but he had no idea how far he had pushed you away. Could he still make it right? He had to try. He had never realized it before but the thought of you not coming home safe made his chest ache. His chair scrapes against the floor of the dining room as he abruptly stands up and walks out, muttering something about checking the bat cave.
Entering the cave, Bruce could already see the bright light of the bat computer, and he could already guess who was using it.
“Tim.” He called, approaching the boy. “I need you to do a favor for me.”
“What is it?” Tim asked, spinning around in his chair to be face to face with Bruce. He rarely asked Tim for favors out of the blue like this that weren’t for a case, so his interest was piqued.
Bruce sighs and runs a hand down his face, almost embarrassed to be asking. “I need you to find your sisters location. She hasn’t been home in almost two days.”
Tim looks shocked, then worried, then he turns back to the computer and exits the current page to something new, already starting to type.
“Did she say where she was going?” Tim asks.
“No. Alfred told me that she left without a word.” Bruce replied. He was going to feel so guilty if Tim couldn’t find you, and he knew it from the way unease settled in him.
A few stressful minutes passed by before a signal finally appeared on the on-screen map of Gotham and Blüdhaven. Tim had picked up a signal from your phone, and was now zooming in on where you were exactly.
“Gotham City apartments.” He read aloud. “It looks like there’s only one other phone signal in the apartment with her.” He points out, continuing. That was strange, why would you be in an apartment with just one other person? Maybe your friend had their own place or their parents just weren’t home for the evening, but neither of those answers felt quite right.
Bruce called Dick to the manor urgently and informed him of the situation. Dicks eyebrows had knitted together, seeming having the same thoughts Bruce initially had. He couldn’t remember the last time he had initiated a conversation with you. To him, that stung.
But he couldn’t dwell on that right now. He had to focus on getting you home safe. He and Brice stood behind Tim as they examined the computer.
“Who owns that apartment?” Dick asks.
Tim pulls up the resident information, and Kyle’s picture sits on the right hand corner of the screen. Their gazes harden, locking in on the information infront of them.
Kyle Rivers.
32 years old.
Unit owner.
Alarms rang loud in their heads, Bruce’s heart dropping. Why were you there with that man? Who was he? Did you know him? How? Where did you meet? Questions spun around in his head so fast he became dizzy.
“Kyle Rivers.” Tim said aloud. He sounded like he was still trying to piece it together just as the other two were, scanning the pages of digital information.
Bruce was already moving. “Let’s go. Now.” He felt sick. If that man hadn’t hurt you already he was going to make sure he never did. And if he already had.. Bruce didn’t want to think of the animal the he would become if he found you hurt in any way.
You sat on Kyle’s bed in his tee shirt and your pants. You blinked, feeling the air around you as it flowed from his box fan, making a soothing white noise to go with it.
Kyle’s apartment reeked of alcohol. That was the first thing you had noticed when you walked in. It was relatively clean, which was a bit shocking to you. There were clothes thrown over the arms of the couch and a few beer cans here and there and the carpet could definitely use a vacuum but you decided it was solid. You don’t remember the first night much.
Kyle had ordered a pizza, just something for you to eat before he pounced. A shot glass was slid to you, vodka already in it. You gave him a questioning look.
“What? Don’t usually drink?” He asked with a stupid smirk. You shook your head, making him laugh. He lined up a few more shot glasses before pouring from the bottle into them. You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling nervous. You didn’t want to be lame in front of him. Would he kick you out if you didn’t drink? You pick up the glass and drink it, making a face and coughing.
He shoved a drink in your hand and you drank it immediately. Pineapple juice. The sweet juice was a nice replacement of the strong, bitter taste of the vodka.
It was only after 3 shots and halfway through a beer that you realized he wasn’t drinking.
He had a beer but he was nursing it, having barely taken a few sips and had no shots for himself. His eyes were set intently on you. noticing the look on your face, he slides another shot towards you and gives you that look that makes you take the shot anyways, ignoring the heavy gut feeling.
You woke up early the next morning with a pounding headache and the worst nausea of your life. Kyle was still asleep next to you, facing the wall. Carefully not to disturb him, you slipped out of bed. But as you stepped on the floor, you realized how much your whole body hurts. Your legs were wobbling and your hands shaking, your peripheral vision was blurry from nausea. Thankfully you made it to he bathroom just before spewing into the toilet.
You started to cry as you threw up for the nth time. You throat was raw and starting to hurt bad. Your knees hurt as you kneeled on the hard floor with no pants on. Wait. Where are your pants? You finally stopped throwing up and sat on the cold floor, staring off into space to try and wrap your head around the situation.
You couldn’t remember anything from last night. You couldn’t remember yesterday. The shirt you were wearing isn’t yours. Your pants are gone. Your stomach dropped as dread seeped into every crevice of your body as you started to cold sweat.
You couldn’t remember much after that, and the second night had been pretty much the same. That brought you to now, sitting alone on his bed as he worked on paperwork at the table.
There was a knock at the door. Normal, nothing alarming as Kyle got up to answer the door. You heard Kyle shout and something break, then a punch. You were startled and jumped from the bed when you heard two male voices arguing. One was obviously Kyle, and the other was a voice all too familiar.
You leave the room and sneak town to hall to peak you head into the living room, where you see nightwing beating Kyle to a pulp.
“Stop!” You yell, running over to your brother and trying to pull him off of Kyle with tears in your eyes. “Stop it! Stop hurting him!”
Dick stops punching Kyle to look at you with worry and startle in his eyes. “[Reader]..” He murmurs, saying something into his comms before swiftly and gently grabbing your wrists and pinning them against him, his strength winning at you feeble attempts to slip from him.
Seconds after the code was muttered, Jason comes crashing through the window in red hood gear, zeroing in on Kyle with a dangerous look in his eyes.
You don’t get to see what happens next, only can hear the sound of fists repeatedly punching flesh mixing with the sound of your sobs as you beg Dick to let you go.
He practically drags you out to the Batmobile where Bruce is waiting, eyes scanning the area until they lock on you. Dick sets you down and immediately another pair of arms are around you, Bruce pulling you into a tight embrace. You don’t understand. Why did it take so long for them to notice you? For them to care? You were tired. So.. so tired. You leaned your head against Bruce’s shoulder as you let your tears flow and run down his costume.
No one said anything for a long time.
When Bruce eventually spoke, all he could muster was one word. “Why?”
You swallowed. “He made me feel seen.”
His arms tightened around you. If he wasn’t so disciplined as Batman he would be crying right now. Instead, he presses his lips to you hairline and then your temple, one of his hands soothingly rubbing your back as he whispered apologies into your hair.
“Let’s go home sweetheart, yeah?” He pulls back slightly to look you in the eyes, cupping your face with his hands and wiping your tears with his thumbs. He was going to make up for all the damage he had done. He would be the best damn father in the whole world for his little girl.
You nod, too tired to fight. You know tomorrow there will be questions and possibly much more arguing, but for now, you let him guide you to the passenger seat of the Batmobile. You sit quietly as he drives, your head against his shoulder again as you feel your energy drained.
Bruce feels your weight against him and he stiffens before softening in a way he had forgotten he could.
He was going to make this right.
A/N: omggg this took all day but I’m finally done 🥲🥲🥲 lmk what u think! I love criticism!! This was a random fic because the idea popped into my head and I couldn’t find any like it, so here we are lol so I’m sorry if the story is structured or written weird!!!!
tim would be sitting in his chair in the middle of the night, facing his monitors and typing details of a case on the keyboard while pausing his typing to click the mouse absentmindedly a few times.
the tiredness in his face was evident, dark circles deepening under his eyes every night. even a yawn would escape him one or two times
but you would come, slowly walking from behind him and sleepily rubbing your eyes. it was obvious enough that you had just woken up from tim’s empty side of the bed, and obvious enough that he would be here at his desktop
and without a word, you quietly slid onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck to give him a small lazy kiss. a kiss that tim gladly reciprocated, his hands sliding to your waist to make sure you were steady
when both of you broke the kiss, tim’s eyes softened from the sight of you— hair slightly messy and eyes tired yet awake enough to hold that soft look in them— and it made a small, fond smile form on his lips
“everything okay, baby?” he asked in a whisper, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
you just quietly hummed and nodded your head, placing a small kiss on the crook of his neck before burying your face there. “couldn’t sleep without you…” you mumbled on his skin
tim hummed back, a hand sliding under your shirt and slowly running through your back while the other kept clicking on the mouse. despite his eyes being pinned on the monitor, his attention was on you. “im gonna take a while here, you sure you don’t wanna wait for me back at bed?”
but there was no answer from you. and when tim paused his clicking to look down, he was greeted by your small snores and the sight of you sleeping peacefully— a sight he would never get tired of
if it were possible to fall in love with you even more, it would be now.
he placed a kiss on your hair before diverting his attention back to his monitors without stopping his hand on your back. sure, he’d take his hand off to type something super quick on the keyboard. but they always returned to you, forever cradling your body onto his
I'm imagining a world where Damian's son Alfred exists, but there is some big calamity going on so Damian makes the decision to send him to himself in another universe to keep him safe.
Which works great, except the Damian Alfred ends up with is 15 years old not qualified to be a parent. He does, however, have a new appreciation for how freaked out his own father must have been when first presented with a strange kid calling themselves his son.
Damian does the DNA test, and Alfred really is his son. From another universe, of course, but still his son. It's a very weird thing to think about, because Damian is 15 and a virgin and should not have to think about children any time soon.
Alfred clings to him regardless. The kid is distraught about being sent away and what may be happening in his own universe, but his father told him he'll be safe with Damian, so he sticks close to him regardless of Bruce's and Dick's attempts to separate them for a bit for Damian's sake.
Weirdly, the only person that can coax Alfred away from Damian is Jon (who heard what was going on and of course needed to see Damian's son for himself). Alfred just runs up to him immediately and hugs him while crying, leaving all of them confused.
No one has asked who Alfred's other parent is, but if they didn't have a suspicion before, they definitely do now.
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Health classes really ought to teach people what the beginning stages of addiction are like because a lot of people don’t realize they’re addicted to something until they’re years deep into it.
If you go without it you feel unwell in a way that you never usually feel unwell. Sweating, tired, sleepy, headaches, irritable, depressed, etc. For example when I was in opium withdrawal I got incredibly depressed in a way that I’ve never been before or since. When you quit caffeine you might get super bad headaches even if you never usually get any headaches.
Thoughts of it regularly bother you and the thoughts go away once you’ve taken it but only temporarily. Unlike with a food craving which usually stays away once you’ve satisfied it or distracted yourself from it.
You find yourself rationalizing with yourself why you should break your own rules about how much you can take and how often. For example you might only let yourself drink alcohol every four days but start thinking that three days is actually close enough to four days, right? Especially if this happens regularly.
You’re using it so often that you feel the need to lie about how much you use because other people might think it’s concerning
If the substance or activity is nearby it’s genuinely difficult to not consume it or participate in it in a way that’s really frustrating.
You feel bad when you’re not on it and your brain tells you “if you just take the thing you wouldn’t feel this way”
You can only feel “whole” or “normal” when you’re on a substance even though it’s a recreational drug
And if you read this and think you might be addicted to something, don’t panic and don’t feel ashamed. Realizing you’re addicted to something isn’t a failure. It’s more information about your health that you can use to manage your condition, whether you want to get rid of your addiction or not.
