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Summary: Bruce returns to Gotham as Batman and runs into an old flame.
Word Count: 766
Disclaimers/Warnings: Minor cursing
A/N: Alright, Anon! I didn’t forget about you! And I’ll be honest here… I haven’t watched Gotham, yet. It’s been on my watchlist. I had to do a bit of research for this. Hopefully, the basics are right. There is also a twist on this prompt. It just felt right. Hope everyone enjoys!
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“Get out of my way!” you growled at the Dark Knight as your gun clattered to the ground and slid out of your reach.
He remained silent, choosing to focus on your familiar onslaught of kicks and punches when his wordless demeanor angered you further. Even after ten years of being apart, he could still read you like an open book — Angry, hotheaded, too quick to act. The only thing that had really changed was how hard your hits landed and how much faster they had grown. Unfortunately for you, that is where his skills had grown as well. Each block and kick only made your fury burn hotter.
Then, just like old times, you caught him by surprise.
“You don’t know what that bastard did!”
While he managed to evade your sudden crouch and swipe at his feet, your continued momentum twirled you back around and up, and your shoulder slammed into his stomach. It wasn’t enough to cause damage, but there was enough force to send him stumbling backwards. You took full advantage of that split moment, and Batman found himself flat on his back.
As if understanding you would not be able to take much more hand-to-hand combat against the vigilante who has easily handled multiple gang members, you swung around and headed for your firearm again. As if Batman was going to allow that. He threw a Batarang spiraling towards your gun, earning your screech as your weapon slid even farther away. He hopped to his feet and made a dash for you. Wrenching your arm behind your back, he shoved you face first into a wall with most of his weight to pin you in place.
“I know exactly what he did,” he scowled into your ear.
The door leading out of the warehouse banged shut. Your target had finally fled the scene.
You snarled, desperation laced in your anger, “No… No, you don’t understand!”
Batman grunted against your fierce struggle.
“I understand more than you think.”
“Then, why?! Why let him go free?! He’ll only kill again! Destroy more families!”
He could hear your voice starting to break as your walls crumbled. That was something he had admired about you in school before he left Gotham. You were always so passionate. It was one of the reasons he asked you out on a date despite how you had punched him the ribs, nearly cracking one, only moments before for being in the one percent.
“So you don’t become a murderer like him,” Batman breathed, his voice juxtaposing how roughly he was restraining you.
Your movement stilled as your breaths grew slow and hoarse. When your limbs were lax, Batman loosened his grip and turned you around to face him. He was greeted by a rare teary sight that shattered his heart. If only he had been able to take you with him when he left to learn from Ra’s al Ghul. Maybe you wouldn’t have gone down this path.
Without thinking, he pulled you forward, cradling your form against him. “Just let it out,” he whispered.
That was when your emotional mask fell away. He held you even tighter as your arms wrapped as much as they could around him. The only time you had ever done this was in one of the backrooms at the funeral home holding your family’s wake. Bruce was the only one to see you cry. And just like then, he would hold you for as long as you needed.
He didn’t dare speak again until your sobs calmed.
“I will ensure he is brought to justice,” he said as he rubbed your back as soothingly as one could with gloves.
You pushed back and shot him a half-hearted glare. “Justice did nothing when he killed my family. What makes you think this last family will make a difference?”
“You’ll just have to trust me,” he echoed words from the past, back when you were convincing him to sneak onto Gotham Academy’s roof when the full moon was reaching its peak.
He must have spoken just right. Your eyes widened, mouth hanging agape, though only for a moment. “You…” you trailed off.
As if coming back to your senses, you suddenly straightened and smacked his chest, hurting yourself more than anyone.
“I’m coming with you,” you demanded.
You headed towards the door, pointedly ignoring your firearm on the floor. Were you actually going to do this his way?
Batman’s hand gently curled around your wrist. “How do I know you won’t try to kill him again?”
