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seen this film before. didn’t like the ending

part 1, part 2

pairing | platonic batfam x bat!sis!reader

summary | damian and you are trapped by the joker. so will batman be able to catch up on time this time..?

warnings | angst, injury, blood, cursing, violence, crowbar and joker. y/n is mentioned as a female.

authors note | hi there! english is not my first language, so there may be mistakes, sorry :)) i planned to the second part of this, of course if you want.

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This was supposed to be a simple mission. All you had to do was raid a warehouse where a few incompetent men were going to make a drug delivery.

That’s why Batman had only sent you with Damian. Joker was the last thing you expected to find here. He wasn’t even supposed to be anywhere near this area.

These were the thoughts running through your mind as Joker walked between the two of you, both tied to opposite chairs, his disturbing grin never fading.

You figured it was a little too late to be thinking about that now.

When you lifted your head, you locked eyes with Damian through the mask covering his own. He was searching for a way out; his calculating gaze moved around the room. When you noticed him take something from one of the men next to Joker a short distance away, your eyes narrowed even more.

What was this clown planning again?

When he finally stopped keeping his back to you, you saw the crowbar gleaming under the light from above. It looked far more disturbing than the smile on his face.

You had heard bits and pieces about his little adventure with Jason.

Joker turned to his men. “You wait outside. I want to spend a little time alone with these birds.”

Even his voice had a tone that turned your stomach. From Damian’s scowl, it wasn’t hard to tell he thought the same.

Joker’s eyes lingered on Damian for a moment. He poked his shoulder with the crowbar.

“It’s been a long time since I had a Robin toy. But I guess Bats never has trouble finding new ones to replace them.” As if something had come to mind, he laughed aimlessly for a few moments.

“It’s like you’re shorter every time I see you. I wonder, do you have a backup too?”

Damian stayed silent, staring him down from under the mask. Joker was the only one here who thought any of this was funny.

Joker finally seemed to realize neither of you were laughing and dropped his expression. “Oh, you’re both so boring… You could give Batsy a run for his money. But don’t worry, kids, I’m sure you’ll lighten up once we bring a few toys into the mix.”

As he spoke, the crowbar in his hand moved between the two of you like it was deciding, his gaze lingering on you a few seconds longer. He seemed to be thinking of something.

“Don’t even think about touching her.” Damian’s quiet but chilling voice cut through before Joker could make a move.

“Ooh… protective, are we? Then let’s stick with the classic, huh?”

There was a subtle tone of amusement in his voice as he turned his whole body toward Damian.

The disturbing grin on his face widened even further and he raised the crowbar into the air. Your eyes widened as everything seemed to move in slow motion.

Though it lasted only a few seconds.

you saw the boy grit his teeth as the metal struck his chest. He wasn’t going to scream in front of him. Exactly like Damian.

Even though the blow had landed on him, you could almost feel the pain yourself. You had always thought it was nonsense when people said twins could feel each other’s pain — no matter how close you were to him.

But you guessed you had to admit they might have been right. Because that’s exactly what it felt like.

You didn’t even know when you started shouting at him. “Leave him alone! Get your hands off him, you son of a bitch! Are you really so afraid of two kids you underestimate so much that you have to tie them up with heavy chains—”

You were trying to get his attention off Damian until Batman arrived. If provoking him was what it took, so be it.

It worked; before he could hit Damian again, Joker turned toward you. He let out a sharp breath. “Are you trying to call me a coward?”

He pressed the crowbar under your chin, forcing your head up a bit more.

“Aren’t you? Or is it someone else who tucks his tail like a scared cat every time he sees Batman?” When you spoke in such a confident tone, Damian shook his head behind him as if to say “don’t.”

He knew what you were trying to do, but he thought it was just plain stupid.

Joker laughed at your words, as if you had said something genuinely funny. “Wait, I think I get it. You’re feeling confident because you think Batsy will come for you.”

“I don’t think he will. I know he will.” No matter how much you clashed with your father back at the manor or on patrols, he would come. He wouldn’t leave you in Joker’s hands.

Joker smiled. It was definitely not a soft or reassuring smile. “Funny kid. Your faith in Bats brings tears to my eyes. Once upon a time, this little Robin trusted him that much too.”

“Don’t say his name.” You and Damian had said it at the same time. You did this without realizing it quite often; it scared Dick to death.

Joker raised an eyebrow suspiciously, his eyes narrowing a bit.

“A twin thing, huh? Oooh, I think I’ve solved the puzzle. That’s fine, I like twins.”

A few seconds later, he added: “Of course, only when they’re alone. Which is why I have to make a choice. And I think I know how I’ll choose.”

“Eenie…” He pointed the crowbar at your face. “…meenie…” This time at Damian. “…miney…” You again. “…moe.” Damian again. “Catch… a tiger… by… his toe… If… he hollers… let him go… My mother… told me… to pick… the very… best… one…” The crowbar was back at your face. “And you are…” He turned back to Damian. You heard him take a sharp breath. “…it.”

He had decided. That shameless grin spread across the green-haired man’s face.

“No! Don’t you dare!” Damian’s voice came from behind you. Joker let out a small chuckle, and the next thing you felt was the iron striking your face.

“You know, I like change. I already had one Robin anyway.”

You clenched your teeth. Your jaw was probably dislocated. Still, you forced a smile — the way they taught you in the League, the way your mother taught you.

“Is that all you’ve got? You’re going to need more than that to break me—” The second blow cut you off mid-sentence.

Still, you kept your head up.

After a while, you were only trying. The blows weren’t just landing on your face anymore, but aside from the small, muffled sounds escaping your lips, you made no noise. Behind you, Damian was cursing. He wasn’t one to swear often, but his current fury made his words impossible to mistake.

After a while, Joker paused for a few seconds as if catching his breath. He leaned in toward you to speak. “Do you still think Bats is coming, little bat?”

“He’s coming.” — it wasn’t speech, just a faint murmur barely slipping past your lips. A loud laugh spilled from the clown’s mouth.

It amused him greatly.

He placed the crowbar under your chin again. Since you couldn’t lift your head on your own anymore, he did it for you.

For a few seconds, he stared at your bloodied face, even through the mask. You could barely keep your eyes open. Your breathing was shallow; your chest felt like it had been crushed.

You couldn’t even cough up the blood pooling in your mouth. He liked the sight.

But the fact that you still held onto your faith in Batman’s arrival — that was, admittedly, a little irritating. Still, he didn’t care. He was going to break you completely.

Then your brother.

Finally, he pulled the crowbar back and stepped behind your chair. Over his shoulder, he looked at the furious boy who was thrashing and shouting in his chair.

“Hey, don’t get so mad. If you want, you can join her in a bit, Robin.”

“The moment I get out of this chair, I’m going to make you beg for death.” Damian muttered under his breath, his voice low but threatening.

“Oooh, then I guess I’ve earned it even more.” He straightened up and gripped the crowbar tightly again.

He was about to deliver another blow — until a fast Batarang struck his hand.

When the Batarang hit, Joker staggered back in pain, but as he looked down at the fallen crowbar, that shameless grin appeared again. Even Batman stepping out of the shadows wasn’t enough to stop him.

“Oooh, there’s the big bat… right on time,” he said through his teeth. With a quick motion, he lunged for the crowbar on the floor.

The chains around Damian’s wrists were still intact, but he lunged forward in his chair. “Don’t you—”

Joker grabbed the handle of the crowbar, then quickly moved behind your bound body and pressed the metal against your throat. The cold steel dug into your skin painfully.

“One more step, Batsy… and I’ll pop this little bat’s neck like a champagne cork.” His tone was mocking, but the pressure of his hand was real and painful.

Batman stopped. His face was expressionless under the mask, but the tension in his body clung to him like shadows. Damian’s voice was nearly a growl. “Let her go, scum.”

Joker tilted his head. “Aw, how sweet… brotherly love. But look, little Robin, we’re playing one last game here.” The crowbar pressed harder; your breath hitched.

“I’ll let her go… but in return, I want a little promise from Batsy.” Batman didn’t say a word, only took a slow step forward.

Joker’s grin widened. “Promise me, Bats, that one day you’ll come back to me. One day, just you and me, without your little birds… just like the old days.”

Silence.

Damian’s eyes locked on Batman; he shook his head slightly as if to say “don’t.” But without a word, Batman pulled a smoke capsule from his belt.

Joker realized what was happening and shouted, “Don’t you—”

In an instant, thick gray smoke filled the room. Visibility dropped to zero. The pressure at your throat suddenly eased. Then someone quickly pulled you into their arms — familiar leather gloves.

As the smoke cleared, Joker was on the ground; Red Robin had restrained him, and Nightwing had freed Damian.

As Batman held you in his arms, he heard your voice. “You came…” It was more a whisper than speech, but enough for Batman to hear.

Behind them, Joker’s voice still rang out from the floor, laughing. “We’ll meet again, little bat… and very soon.” Batman left without a word, but the tightness of his jaw behind the mask made it clear he didn’t take the threat lightly.

While the others still didn’t make a move to leave, even after Batman’s exit, Damian looked like he was about to lunge at Joker. Before he could move, Nightwing stopped him by looping an arm around his shoulders.

“Go with them, come on.” He said it softly, leaning slightly toward him. Then his eyes fell on Red Hood, who, since arriving, had done nothing but stare at the crowbar on the floor and the laughing Joker.

His hands were clenched into fists, resisting the urge to reach for his gun. “You too, Hood.” The kid stayed silent, knowing that if he argued, his anger would turn on Dick. He gripped Damian’s shoulders and steered him toward the exit.

Batman, meanwhile, kept glancing at you as he walked toward the Batmobile. Finally, he heard your quiet voice again.

“It hurts, Dad.”

You had been with Bruce Wayne for four years, and it was the first time he had ever heard you admit you were in pain.

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Animal Instinct

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader (Platonic), Dick Grayson x Reader (Established)

Family dinners at the Wayne Manor was not uncommon and since being engaged to Dick, your appearance at his childhood home had only increased, not that anyone was complaining, you were part of the family now.

You always looked forward to family dinner, enjoying the huge number of people that attended, the delicious food and the boisterous atmosphere.

This time you and your fiancé had gotten there early so you were already seated in the dining room when everyone began filing in one by one.

You kept a close eye on the door, in a way that reminded Dick of his eager puppy awaiting for him to come home. When the person you were waiting for stepped in, your face lit up and you snatched up Damian into your lap.

He struggled, trying to push you off him but he was hardly any match for your super strength. You giggled, nuzzling your face against the top of his head. The rest of the family didn't even react, hiding smiles and chuckling at your dynamic.

"Why must you do this every time, (Y/N)?!" He whined, struggling to get out of your grip and you shrugged.

"I don't know, I see tiny human, I must cuddle tiny human. It's like animal instinct." You explained simply, pecking his cheek quickly and Damian pretended to give up his struggle and slumped against you like you knew he would.

"Are you comparing yourself to an animal?" Came his judgmental tone and you turned to face him with wide eyes.

"Are you implying that animals are beneath humans and it's therefore humiliating to compare myself to them?" You asked with faux innocence, knowing he'd never bad-mouth an animal.

Damian blushed and avoided your gaze, "No.."

You chuckled at him, "I just love you is all."

"You should feel lucky, lord knows she doesn't give me this much attention." Dick piped up and you stuck your tongue out at him.

Tim shrugged, "It's compulsory for the youngest of the family to get some (Y/N) lovin'. If you hate it so much, just hope that the next kid bruce adopts is younger than you."

Bruce grunted at this and you hid a laugh in Damian's hair.

The baby in your lap huffed as he completely surrendered to you, "The thought makes me sick."

No one had to ask him if he didn't like the idea of another sibling or of someone else getting your undivided attention. It was obvious in the way he burrowed his reddening face in your neck.

Grounded for Halloween - Batfamily Imagine

Requested by Anon - Can I have a batsis x batfam where batsis gets grounded then sneaks out for a halloween party and the boys have to get her back before Bruce finds out? Please and thank you!!!!!!!

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Not My Time

Part 3 of 4

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Pretty Princesses

pairing: Batfam x Toddler!Batsis [batmom persepctive]

relationship: Family

With their eyes fluttering open slowly in order to adjust to the steady stream of light that was radiating through the large bedroom windows of the room that belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Wayne. As [Y/N] slowly adjusted to the motions of being awake once again after what seemed like a long nap she was meet with silence.

There was no sound of the bodys fighting, nor were there screams coming from the youngest of the bunch, Bruce and her’s four years old daughter [Y/D/N], and while,to some, it would be a blissfull sensation, being in complete silecne, to [Y/N] it was concerning.

Quickly she shuffled out of her bed, slipping her slippers on and wrapping her house coat around her body as she went out in search of her children and husband as the late afternoon sun lit the hallways and rooms that she searched.

She had checked almost everywhere, the game room, the movie room, the living room, the library, the office,she had even searched the cave! Yet, there was no signs of her boys or baby girl. Of course, there was still one place she had yet to check that she hadn’t checked because she didn’t think that there was any reason for them to be in there.

And yet, here she was, standing in the doorway of her daughter room looking out to the scene in front of her. There sat her children and husband, these reltively big men (beside Time and Damien) with their knees scrunched up to their chest as they sat at [Y/DN]’s coffee table. All the boys faces were colourfully decorated with fake tattoos and fake diamonds that were stuck to their skins, on their bodies, were frilly princess dresses that were just a tad to small on them as they all belonged to her daughter.

A small chuckle left [Y/N]’s lips and the small noise made all heads turn towards her, the boys with looks of horror on their face at being caught dressed as princesses, while her daughter simply produced a smilethat was large and toothy before running to her mother and wrapping her arms around her knees. “Mommy! We’re playing pretty princesses.”

[Y/N] bent down so that she was eye level with the girl and widened her eyes to appear excited while a smile spread across her face. “Wow. You are such a pretty princess.”The grin on her daughters face widened as she looked back at her brothers and father, who’s eyes still relfected horror but their mouths twisted into a smile as [Y/D/N] turned to face them.

“What about them ommy? Are they pretty princesses as well?2 Looking up to her boys, a smirk on her face as she took in their slightly disgruntled, but all arouhappy to be with their sister, look, she let out another chuckle. “Of course they are. They are the pretieist princesses.”

As [Y/D/N] looked back to her mother, the boys glared at their mother, with Damian and Jason sticking their tongue out like children, and Bruce simply smirked and rolled his eyes at his wife.

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Begin the End (2/3)

Prompt : What will you find first Jason or darkness?

A/N : Grammar… yup.

Pairing : Jason Todd x Reader ft. BatFam

Song : Begin The End

Warnings: Swearing, blood, mentions of death, angst (not to cry)

Chapter 1

And I don't enjoy to watch you crumble I don't enjoy to watch you cry

Bruce looked at the paper Alfred gave him, it was a place, maybe you were there. He was on the Batcave in front of his big computers when he received an incoming video. He didn't actually opened it, it opened itself, he was about to close it when he heard a laugh.

"Batsy, Batsy! There you are!" The joker said, his face not at the camera.

"Joker, what do you want?" Bruce said with a stern voice, (Thank God he was wearing his Batman suit).

"I want you to look at my masterpiece" He heard him said and soon his face appeared.

Bruce didn't said anything, he was watching the pale skin of the clown on his screen with repulse and a frown.

"I'm not talking about me darling, don't look at me like that" The joker said with a laugh and soon the camera was on Jason.

Bruce tried so hard not to jump on his seat and yell Jason's name. Hi balled his hands into fist as he slammed them in the keyboard in front of him. Jason was unconscious, tied up to the roof, he was covered in blood and Bruce heart ached, he looked like the first time he, died.

"Let him go, Joker" Bruce spat with anger.

"Common Batsy, for the old times" The Joker said with another laugh "But if you want me to let him go I'll do, but then you better talk with Scarecrow" Joker said with a smirk.

"Explain Joker" Bruce said, anger making his blood boil.

"You see. I have your pretty Robin here, but Scarecrow had your lil' black Batsy, oh I forgot! Your other birds are coming, so, How many birds those Batman had to lose to finally kill me?" The Joker said with a dark laugh.

And then Bruce realized, everything was a trap. Joker knew you would do anything for Jason, and your family will do anything to protect each other. Everything was planned, he had everything under control, but what exactly does he wanted?, Batman to kill him?.

"What exactly do you want, Joker?" Bruce said with a stern voice.

"I want to take everything away from you, I want to watch you crumble, I want to know the man behind that mask" He said with a dark frown and dark eyes as a evil smile made its way on his lips.

And after that the video of Jason and the Joker disappeared, seconds after a video of you appeared on his screen. It made Bruce's anger increase, he saw bruises on your visible skin, you were no longer wearing your helmet (but you still had the domino ), you were bleeding badly and you were tight to the roof too.

He watch you open your eyes and fight against the chains, he tried to call your name but you didn't heard him, so he just watch you. Screaming, yelling, fighting, blood ran down your wrists as you try harder to break them, and then the gas appeared, he heard your voice said ‘not again’ . He watched you cry and it aches him to looked at you like that, and he knew, he couldn't stay there and watch you like that.

The video was still on in one screen as he searched the place on the paper with the origin of the video, it was on the same city at least, each point far away from each other, but he knew where you were. He looked at your video when he heard a loud sound, you broke the chains, he watch your movements, you stand up, you were walking, barely, and then you screamed as you fell once more on the floor. You tried to get up over and over again, until you found an exit.

Bruce sighed in relief, at least Alfred was right, you were strong, you didn’t gave up that easily, but, where were you going?.

Make no mistake Make no mistake

"Are you sure this is going to work, Tim?" Dick asked as he looked at the building.

"Well, if it doesn't then... then we can figure out what to do" Tim said with a frown.

"Tim, get need something that it's a 100% not a 50%" Damian said with a scoff.

"Well, sorry, but any plan could be a 100%, so better go with this, now lets go" Tim said with a roll of his eyes.

Tim and Cass entered from a forgotten entrance first and then Dick, Damian and Steph from a window in the opposite side of the building. They turn their comms as they made their way to look for you.

They walked in the hallways without making a sound, it felt weird and uneasy, something wasn’t right, but how could it be?. They walked and walked and the thing they only found was Jason's helmet and then they heard the sound of the door closing behind them, seconds after a gas appeared and they fell on the floor, it was slowyly painful, nightmares the their worst fears came in their own visions until they got lost in the darkness of unconsiuoness, same happened with Damian, Steph and Dick.

Jason barely opened his eyes, he was tired even after being unconscious for hours. His whole body was aching, Joker had beat the shit out of him over and over again, he couldn't move at all, first he tried to protect himself and he succeeded but then, the Joker kept on playing dirty with the fucking gas, he was tired physically and psychologically, he couldn't tell what was real or fantasy anymore, he had seen you and the whole family die over and over again in his mind, he had dreamt about you, you felt so real, but right now he didn't know if that fragil figure shaking his shoulders was real.

"Oh my God, Jason" you said with a sob as you tried to broke his chains.

How you found him?, Why wasn’t anyone around the room? How did you manage to walk? You don’t had any idea, the only thing you knew is that you were in the same situation as Jason, you knew you may had some broken bones, but when you found Jason you couldn't help it. You actually didn't knew if that was the real Jason, the gas made you saw a lot of shit, so right now, you didn't knew what was happening. But this Jason looked exactly like yours.

"Jason?" You said once more, you touched his cheek and his saw you, his eyes full of pain, that couldn't be a vision.

You don't know how you did it, but you broke the chains of Jason, you tried to grab his body so he couldn't hit the ground. Thank God the gas effect was losing it effect, at least on you, but you couldn't hold your tears of sadness more, you looked at Jason's body, he was barely alive, you though it may be the last time you see him so you cried more and more, until he touched your cheek.

"My belt" he said in barely a whisper, still you understood.

You searched for his belt and you found some medicines, because, Batman really thinks about these situations at least. You tried to clean Jason and after some time you began feeling better, Jason maybe wasn't going to die, but now you need it to figure out how to get the fuck out, you were looking at every single spot on the room, maybe something that could help you or-

“You came” Jason said with a tired voice as he placed a hand on your cheek.

You looked at him, he was smiling and your heart melted, after everything that has happened, he was happy to know that you went after him and in the same time it ached you, how could he have a single thought about you leaving him?

“I could never leave you Jay, I can’t lose you again” you said as your voice broke, you couldn’t help to remember the first time he died.

You leaned and kiss his lips in a tender way, you wanted him to know that you loved him now and always, he smiled on the kiss and your heart hammered inside your chest faster than ever.

The kiss ended when you heard voices in the hallway outside the room, you helped Jason to stand up, he could walk, that was good, really good, you scanned the places faster as you heard Scarecrow's voice by the door, finally you both climbed to the ventilation duct and you hide there.

Scarecrow and other guys entered the room and when they didn't saw Jason there, they left, but you heard him said 'Tell Joker we gotta move quick with the others, now!'

“others?” you thought, seconds after you realized, well, fuck.

Jason couldn't help it but stare at you as you looked at the room. You went after him, you were all bruised and hurt because of him, you really loved him. He gave you a small kiss on your cheek and you looked at him.

"Jay, they had our family" Jason looked at you and without more conversation you knew what you had to do.

Look me in the eyes, say that again Blame me for the sorry state you're in

Bruce was on his way to help his family when another upcoming video made its way.

"Baaatsy!" Joker heard again the Joker's annoying voice.

"Guess what? I may had the answer after all! Seven birds!" The joker said and Batman saw the video.

Five different cameras in different rooms, in each one of them a Robin tied to the roof, all of the unconscious, and a bomb tied to their chests.

"Leave them alone!" Bruce yelled in anger.

"Ups! can't do that, but you could totally play a game! Which one should blow first?" The Joker asked him with a giant smile.

"Your count is wrong Joker, where is Black Robin and Red Hood?" Bruce asked trying to win more time for the Robins.

"Those two lovebirds? Well Batsy, It wouldn't surprise if they are dead now, they breathed a lot of gas and you can guess the rest by looking at this" The Joker said and he show Batman a crowbar.

Batman couldn't answer when the video began to glitch until it disappeared, and he went full speed towards his family.

"What the heck? I was enjoying that!" The Joker scoffed when the screen said 'Lost Signal'

"Anyways, Where are the other two?" The Joker said when he turn around to see his crew, and none of them answered.

"Two! Just Two! Find them now!" The joker commanded once more.

"His going to arrive in less than 10 minutes" The Scarecrow said.

"What about the bombs, are they ready to go?" The Joker asked with a smile.

"In 20 minutes, clown." The Scarecrow said while looking at the screen.

"Good, good. Finally, without all the Batfam outside Gotham, we can succeed" The Joker said with a laugh.

"And, we can kill them now, easily" the Scarecrow said with a dark chuckle.

"How many gas you put on them?" The Scarecrow asked when he saw the deep sleep in each of the robins.

"I don't know, a lot" The Joker said with a laugh.

What they didn't knew is that you and Jason hacked the cameras so they were looking a infinity loop. You found the Robins and you disabled the bombs, you told them to play along, Joker and the Scarecrow need it to think they were winning. You left the Robins and you waited.

It's not my fault if you can't comprehend That tonight's the night that we begin the end

"Why windows?!" The Joker laugh as the Batman landed on his feet right in front of him

"Where are the Robins?" Batman asked as he grabbed the clown by his throat.

"Tick-tack in their chest" The Joker said with a smirk.

"Cut the shit Joker, What's the plan?" Batman asked the Joker, closing tighter his hand.

"Now!" The Joker shout and something sting Batman's neck, even that needle passed through the thick suit making Batman release the Joker, seconds before, gas appeared, Batman tried to put the lower mask but he couldn't.

"Tsk, Batsy, I though you knew how to deal with these" The Joker said with a smile before everything turned black.

He opened his eyes just to find himself in the same way as the other's. Fucking great. He was alone in a room but with a giant screen in front of him, the same video as before. He was going to yell in anger until he saw something, the way the robins moved their head... it wasn't an actually On Air video, he didn't say anything as the Joker may his way into the room.

"Let me tell you my plan Batsy in a simple sentence. Gotham will die today" The Joker said with a laugh.

"So everything was your plan, bringing everyone here so you could do all of these?" The Batman said with a stern voice.

"Well, my plan was to turn your lil Batsy into something darker, but I didn't knew she had the balls to go after him, so I made other plan and Ta-da" The joker said as he pointed to the Robins.

"So you kill us, and? you win? Gotham will be chaos... as always?" Batman said with a lack of surprise, he knew the Joker will lose his shit.

"As Always?! I will make chaos bigger, not only we will free the gas all over that goddamn city Batsy, not only they will see their blackest fears alive... villains are going to leaved Arkham, we will rule Gotham and there will be no one to save them!" The Joker said with anger and a scoff.

"You know, you plans always fails, Joker" Batman said.

"Not this time, I have everyone here, I can kill them in seconds!" The Joker said, his expression full of joy.

"Do it then" Batman said.

"What?! You actually want me to blow your birds?!" The Joker said with a laugh.

"I want to see if you have the guts, clown" Batman said.

"Of Course I had the guts, do you remember Jason?, do you remember the first time I blow him?" The Joker said with a laugh, remembering that day.

"But this time will be better" The Joker made a signal with his fingers and the lights turned on.

All of them were actually in the same room, all tied up with his mouths covered, except for Y/N and Jason.

"You'll see each other blown and Gotham death in first row!" The Joker said with a laugh as he walked away from him.

"So, why don't we begin with the little one" Joker said as his finger pointed to Damian.

Damian's eyes went wide as he struggled with the chains that held him tight on the roof. Everyone started to fight against the chains even Batman, The Joker was laughing hard and then he stopped.

"What didn’t you blow?!" The Joker said after he realized that the bomb failed.

"The only thing blowing tonight it's you, fucking McDonalds clown!" You said as you kick his fucking face.

When the fuck you arrived? no one knew, but that kick was amazing.The Joker released the control from his hands as he saw you once he was on his foot again.

"So here you are" He said with a smirk "You came to see the end of your family?" he asked you with that insane smile.

"I came to see your end" You said after you began punching him again, this time was an actual fight.

Scarecrow appeared with more man as they made their way towards you and your family.

"Now Red!" You yelled and the chains of the robins broked (not Batman's one) they removed the bombs from their chests and they began to fight against the Jokers and Scarecrow's mens.

Jason appeared seconds before fighting against Scarecrow, the whole family was fighting against them, but you were only focused on the Joker, of course his mans made their way towards you, but common, you where the Black Robin, you beat the shit out of them.

Your brothers helped Bruce with the chains and he looked at Jason, he saw the Scarecrow unconscious on the floor, the Robins were winning and then he saw you, up fighting the Joker, you were fucking tired of that fucking clown, you wanted him dead.

"Pudding, all of this just for a man?" he asked you, cleaning his bloody face with the back of his hand.

"I can ask you the same" you tell him with all your anger as you make your way again towards him.

He tried to press his fucking flower again but you ripped it of his suit.

"What? You need your toys to fight me?" You told him with a dark smirk, thing that he did too.

"You should be the disappointment of your family" He told you as one hand made it's way to his back, which you didn't see.

You were a little taken aback, that question was always inside your head for different reasons, you had fail the code, you had kill people, you had made terrible decisions, but one thing you were sure, you did it because of your family.

In those seconds the Joker grabbed the knife he was hidden and the tried to stab you, but thanks to Cass, you knew a little about body language, so you knew he was going to do something before he made that move.

You grabbed his hand as you punch him mercilessly on the face, he was laughing as the maniac he was, but you couldn't stop, memories about Jason, how he died, how broken you was, how bad he had hurt your family, you just wanted him dead.

And then you grabbed his knife, ready to stab him when a wand grabbed your wrist. you looked at the gloved hand, Batman's hand.

"Stop" he said as he moved you aside, but you fight against.

The Joker was getting unconscious as he saw you and Bruce fight, he laugh as blood ran from his eyebrows, nose and mouth.

"No, I can't! and you can't protect him!" you told yell at him.

"It's over Black, we need to go and -"

"And disable the bombs? we did, not thanks to you, actually you haven't done anything but keep protecting him?! Why we can't end this?!" you yelled at him again, this time Bruce was getting annoyed.

"Because it's not right! You don't undestand, you are to young to do it" Batman told with a glare.

"Understand?" you asked him with a frown,

"What should I understand? That I have to keep him alive so once again he try to kill everyone?!, for him to kill Jason again?!, so he can kill every single one of us until there is no one else to save?!" you yelled at him, you felt anger tears on your eyes but you didn't cry.

Bruce looked at you in silence, we didn't know what to say, to he said once again, 'Don't do it'

"You don't have any idea of what it was to lose everything, you don't have any idea how it feels to being close to your nightmares again, and It's not my fault if you can't comprehend why I'm doing this. But I’m not letting MY family die" you told him in a stern voice.

When you looked back at the Joker he wasn't there any longer, wait?! what?! how?!, he ran away, but how?! You were more than pissed, you were close to end everything until Bruce stepped inside.

You turn in your heels once again to look at Bruce, but in a swift motion he placed a syringe in your neck and in seconds you fell to the ground.

seen this film before. didn’t like the ending (part 2)

part 1, part 2

pairing | platonic batfam x bat!sis!reader

summary | damian and you are trapped by the joker. so will batman be able to catch up on time this time..?

warnings | angst, injury, about death, ptsd, y/n is mentioned as a female

authors note | a second episode that isn't too long. i still hope you like it

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word count | 2,6k

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Your eyes were closed, your breathing steady but weak. At that moment, you were unaware of anything happening in the world. But someone was watching you from just beyond the glass: Damian.

The others stayed further back in the clinic hallway, yet they too could see your body sleeping, marked by bruises, through the glass.

Finally, Damian broke the deadly silence of the corridor.

“What are you going to do with Joker next?” Before Bruce could respond, he added, “You’re not just going to lock him up in Arkham and leave him there again, are you?” His eyes left you for the first time as he spoke.

He glanced at his father for a moment. Bruce said nothing, but Damian had already received enough of an answer from the silence.

“So you’re just going to lock him in Arkham. Fantastic.”

His sarcastic tone prompted Dick to intervene before he said something he shouldn’t. Straightening up from the wall he leaned against, he tried to sound like a small child: “D, don’t think about this now—”

Damian cut him off. “Don’t think about what, Grayson? That man, despite everything he’s done, still walks around unpunished. For years.” “Our job isn’t to punish them, Damian, it’s to hand them over to justice.” When Bruce finally spoke, Damian rolled his eyes.

“Believe me, justice doesn’t work on Joker. We’ve seen that already.”

When Damian noticed Bruce was about to intervene, he raised his hand, stopping him quickly: “He killed Todd, and you did nothing. You just locked him in Arkham. He escaped, killed again. You caught him again and ‘handed him over to justice,’ guess what happened?”

“He escaped again. This time he almost killed my sister. And you didn’t even take a single step forward. That man can still threaten her with ease, and you do nothing.”

By the end of his words, Damian was unconsciously stepping toward his father, while Bruce stayed silent, letting him release his anger. No one except Dick even tried to intervene.

Jason thought the boy had a valid point. Even if he hadn’t said it aloud to Bruce in a long time, his anger toward Joker still burned inside him. And he knew it would never truly fade.

Tim, on the other hand, was exhausted. He didn’t have the energy to step between father and son. These arguments happened often, and he had anticipated today’s explosion, so he just continued watching you from where he was.

“Damian, I know you’re angry, but this isn’t the time. Do you think Bruce wanted this?” Dick asked. Damian rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t say that, Grayson. Don’t twist my words. I’m just saying Joker shouldn’t be let free.”

Finally, Bruce rose from his chair and approached his son: “We’ll talk about this again when you’re calmer, Damian.” His hand lightly brushed Damian’s shoulder.

Damian didn’t pull away from the touch but nodded. “My feelings about Joker won’t change. No matter what.”

*****

The hospital room lights were dim, and the soft beeps from the monitors punctuated the silence. Damian sat with his arms crossed, shoulders tense.

His gaze was locked on your face. Occasionally, it drifted to the monitor, as if checking your breathing.

Even though your vital signs were stable, the fact that you still hadn’t woken up scared him—though he wouldn’t admit it. Damian Wayne Al Ghul, was afraid for the first time.

As a child, he had never run into his mother’s arms fearing monsters under the bed, but now, he wanted to. But unsurprisingly, his mother wasn’t here.

Only his father, whose presence they had learned about years later, was.

His thoughts were pounding. Or maybe it was just exhaustion. The hospital room door creaked open slightly, and without waiting for a response, Alfred’s head appeared through the gap.

“Master Damian, you should rest and go home. Gotham isn’t waiting for you to catch up.”

‘This is my home,’ Damian thought. Then, without raising his head, he replied with a single word: “I’m not leaving.”

Alfred took a deep breath, approaching him cautiously, hesitant to touch him. “Even father went on patrol, right?” “Yes, but this—” “He goes, I don’t.”

The determination in his eyes made Alfred realize it was pointless to argue further. Still, in a gentle voice, he continued: “If anything happens, I’ll let you know. But you need to close your eyes and rest properly, sir. You’re exhausted to the point of collapse.”

Damian murmured in a low voice: “What if she wake up and don’t see me by her side? I’m staying here.”

Alfred paused for a moment before nodding slightly and leaving the room, closing the door silently.

That night, Damian stayed upright in his chair, resisting sleep. He leaned toward you occasionally to check your breathing. His fingers brushed yours lightly, and when he felt your warmth still there, he relaxed slightly.

He wouldn’t rest until he saw you awake.

*****

By early morning, Bruce had returned from patrol and was dressed in regular clothes. He found himself in Dr. Leslie’s clinic. Sitting in the chair by the window, the two shared a moment of silence.

Father and son had sworn a silence together. Damian’s eyes were only on your sickbed, though Bruce’s fleeting glances occasionally found him.

Bruce Wayne, known for his confidence, felt unsure even to start a conversation with his youngest son. He knew Damian was only acting out of tension and anger, and wasn’t taking it out on anyone else—but still wondered if there was a shred of rightness in the boy’s feelings.

Your eyelids resisted opening as if weighed down. The first thing that reached your ears was the slow, rhythmic beeping of the monitors through a loud ringing. Your throat was dry, and even breathing caused slight pain in your chest.

Slowly, as you opened your eyes, the harsh white lights of the ceiling hurt them. You blinked several times until your surroundings gradually became clear.

Beside you, Bruce sat. His dark suit wrinkled, his tie loosened. Elbow on the armrest, chin resting in his hands. Lines etched deep into his face—traces of sleeplessness and worry.

Next to him, Damian sat in a chair, neck slightly forward, arms crossed. Trying to stay stiff, but his eyelids drooped from exhaustion.

Noticing your movement, Damian’s head shot up, eyes fixed on you. “(Y/N)…” he whispered, his voice softer and lower than usual.

With that sound, Bruce’s gaze also found yours. He rose immediately and approached, expression stern as ever: “You scared me.” His voice low, serious.

Damian stepped forward toward you. His expression seemed to want to say something, yet every time he opened his mouth, it closed again. He swallowed, turning his head. Words weren’t his strength, emotions even less so.

When your lips parted, the only word you could manage was: “Water…” Your voice raspy.

Bruce wasted no time, bringing a sip from the bedside cup to your lips. His hands, careful and tentative as if handling a fragile porcelain doll, kept your head upright. His gaze never left yours.

“No patrols until you’re fully healed,” Bruce said, putting the glass back and folding his arms, showing he didn’t want this to be an argument later.

“And even when you are healed, you won’t go anywhere alone for a while. Understood?”

Before you could protest, Damian interjected: “Father is right.”

It was as if he wasn’t the same boy who had argued with his father days ago. He added shortly after: “You are my family. I won’t let this happen again.”

His voice was soft, barely audible, but both of you heard it. A slight tremor at the end was noticeable.

The room fell silent. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor, the drip of the IV…

No one wanted to break the silence. But Bruce’s large, calloused hand reached out and carefully ruffled your hair.

As if silently thanking you for being alive, proud of you.

Soon, hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway. Seconds later, the door opened. First in was Dick, holding a large cup of coffee. His dark shirt was plain, hair messy, as if he’d rushed here.

Seeing you, he froze for a few seconds, then a small smile tugged at his lips. He quickly reached your side. “You’re awake…” His warm older-brother tone filled the room. He set the coffee on the table and leaned slightly toward you.

“Don’t ever scare me like this again, okay, little bird?” He tried to make it sound like a warning, but it only came off as gentle.

You wanted to laugh, but you weren’t sure you could. So you just smiled faintly. “Can’t promise,” you whispered.

Not long after, Tim entered. He had files in his hand and, unsurprisingly, a coffee as well. Seeing you, he set everything down on the table near the door.

“I spoke to the doctor about your condition. He said you should wake soon,” he said, lowering his voice, “Also, if you even think about putting yourself in danger like this again, I’ll chain you. Same goes for you, Damian. I’m not joking.”

“Try it, Drake,” Damian said, his challenging voice narrowing his eyes at Tim.

You felt the need to intervene. “Actually, Dad planned this. Also, can you ease up on the overprotection a bit? If you push too hard, I’m afraid it’ll be impossible to go on patrol again.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” said Jason, who had entered last.

He paused in the doorway, eyes scanning you head to toe. Hidden anger lay beneath his eyes, but also a glint of relief.

Normally, Jason couldn’t stay serious for long, but now he was almost silent. His expression was graver than usual. “You fit the bed… just this once,” he said, walking slowly to stand behind Damian. “Next time, no one will find you like this. I won’t allow it.”

You remained silent. You didn’t even need to speak; just their presence and the fact that you were still here was enough.

*****

A week later, when you were discharged, returning to the manor was relatively quiet. Bruce made no public statement, and Alfred escorted you straight to your room.

During the first few nights, Damian would go to his room, but in the early hours you’d notice the door creak open. Silent footsteps moved across the room, settling at the edge of your bed, waiting a few seconds before curling silently under the blankets.

This used to happen occasionally. Sleeping together wasn’t unfamiliar. But this time it became a routine.

A routine neither of you voiced aloud. The other family members had noticed Damian was often absent from his room, but no one cared.

Sometimes he murmured in his sleep—his usually furrowed brows remained knitted even in slumber. He unconsciously held you tightly.

A few times, you saw him wake in sweat—clearly from a nightmare. But he never spoke of them, about what or who. When asked, he would simply say, “Keep sleeping, it’s fine.”

One night, well past midnight, you awoke with aches. You must have forgotten your last painkiller. Looking at the nightstand, you met an empty cup, frowning as you propped yourself up.

At the far end of the large bed, Damian slept, wrapped in the blankets like a life preserver. He was in a deep sleep, his face finally appearing relaxed after days.

His furrowed brows softened; his face bore the innocence of a child. You gave him a small smile. Finally, he could rest.

Even if he never spoke of his nightmares, you could tell from his murmurs—and you hated seeing him blame himself.

He was your brother; he didn’t have to be your guardian. Being your brother was enough.

Exhaling silently, you carefully got out of bed, your feet moving softly across the cold floor. The chill was momentarily jarring, but still pleasant.

When you went downstairs to the kitchen, you saw a large figure at the counter, back turned. Jason was pouring a glass of milk. Black T-shirt, hair slightly messy. He turned when he heard your footsteps.

Seeing you, he raised an eyebrow slightly. “Getting milk at three in the morning, little bat?” You leaned on the counter with a faint smile. “Just getting water. What are you doing here?”

Without asking, he retrieved a glass from the cupboard and poured water from the bottle.

“Can’t sleep. My mind… a little busy,” he said, handing you the glass.

After murmuring a quiet thanks, a silence settled. The only sound in the kitchen was the rhythm of Jason’s fingers tapping the counter.

Finally, you broke the silence. “You thinking about him? About what happened?” Even after knowing Jason for years, your voice was cautious on this subject.

Even if you knew what Joker did to Jason, you’d never heard him speak of it directly—only overheard from Dick. You’d never dared to ask.

Jason glanced at you, his eyes lingering on the bruises on your face before looking away. “If I said no, you wouldn’t believe me, right?” You nodded. “Yes.”

He exhaled and set the half-full glass down. “This isn’t a topic I enjoy discussing. What happened, happened. I died, came back. I’ve moved on.”

“Doesn’t sound like you’ve really moved on.” You added after a pause. “And you don’t have to move on, you don’t have to be strong.”

Jason glanced at you. “Is that why, when you wake from nightmares, you throw yourself onto the balcony to hide? You’re playing the tough, fearless kid. Trust me, we notice.”

You stayed silent for a few seconds. Once again, you hated being in a house surrounded by outlaws. They always knew the little things you thought went unnoticed. You included.

Apparently, nothing could be hidden in this family.

“You got me. But you can’t escape by pointing arrows at me.” “Alright, little detective, let me go now. Does it still hurt?” Jason had evaded the subject, but you didn’t press. If he wasn’t ready, you wouldn’t upset him over his trauma.

So you adapted. “A little. But it’ll pass.”

Jason tilted his head slightly, looking at you. “Sometimes you annoy me, but I’m glad to see you okay, little devil.”

For a brief moment, you frowned. “How many more names are you going to give me?” He shrugged before taking another sip of milk. “I don’t think any of them are wrong.”

“You’re annoying, Todd. Goodnight.” You started to leave when Jason put a hand on your shoulder to stop you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to his chest. You froze.

It was sudden. And embraces, apart from the occasional ones with Damian, weren’t something you were used to—except for Dick’s random stickiness, which you mostly didn’t consider real hugs.

But it was less uncomfortable than you expected; even comforting. Short but tight—not too long, but warm.

Finally, you pulled away without meeting his eyes. Jason, without speaking, tilted his head slightly. “Go upstairs. If Damian wakes and doesn’t find you beside him, he’ll wake the entire manor.”

You gave a tiny, almost imperceptible smile and nodded. As you returned, you saw Jason still leaning on the counter, finishing his milk.

When you went upstairs, Damian was still in deep sleep, one arm stretched toward the side of the bed where you should be, unknowingly seeking your warmth. When you you curled up beside him, his arm instinctively wrapped around your waist, seeking the warmth he had been missing.

Your last thoughts before sleep took you were simple but profound: none of you would ever be alone again.

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