#dc reader inserts

Jason bit his lip as he walked into the school. He tensed, rolling his shoulders when he stopped at the table in the lobby. Two women smiled at him. “Hello, how can we help you?” one of the women asked. 

“I’m here for a conference with Mrs. Bankole.” He blushed. The second woman handed Jason a paper with another too friendly smile.

“Of course, down the hall and around the corner, room seven. There are chairs outside for you to wait until she is ready.” Jason nodded, quickly heading down the hall. The women’s gaze followed him. He could feel them checking him out. Maybe he should have dressed up a little instead of just jeans, t-shirt, and leather jacket? 

When he turned the corner, he found several parents sitting outside, waiting for their conference with the teacher. A few of the more well dressed parents stared at him like he didn’t belong here. Geez, they didn’t have to do that. Jason knew he didn’t belong here, but this was for you.

He took a seat next to a tired looking father with a baby in his lap. Jason took out his phone, checking his messages. There was an encouraging message from Dick, which he deleted without reading. Tim wanted some help with a trafficking situation tonight. Jason texted him back when a warm little body suddenly pressed against his side. 

“Kid, you’re supposed to be in gym,” Jason chuckled, letting you crawl onto his lap. 

“Yeah, but I asked if I could go to the bathroom.” You smiled up at him. “Besides, I was getting bored of playing red light, green light.” Jason hugged you tight. Several of the parents eyed the two of you. Jason took a deep breath, trying to not tense up so you wouldn’t notice. 

“Yeah, well, I’m going to talk to Alfred to see if he’ll watch you after school once and a while. You won’t have to be in the program all the time.” Jason bounced you on his knee. You giggled.

“Jason Todd,” Mrs. Bankole asked, opening the classroom door. Another parent rushed out, blushing. Jason and you watched them go before Jason stood up with you in his arms. Mrs. Bankole smiled when she saw you. “Hi (Y/N).”

You waved at her with a bright smile. Jason set you down. “Go back to the gym. I’ll pick you up in a few.” You nodded, running off. 

“No running, (Y/N),” Mrs. Bankole called out after you. She held the door for Jason and gestured him inside. The other parents’ eyes dug into Jason’s back. He rolled his eyes. Why did they have to be so judgmental?

Mrs. Bankole took a seat at her desk and shuffled some papers. Jason took the seat on the other side, checking out the classroom. He smiled when he caught your name on the desk next to the window. You told him how you liked that spot, because you could always see what was happening outside.

“So Mr. Todd, (Y/N) is doing very well.” Mrs. Bankole opened a file. “She loves to learn, always energetic in class although sometimes she speaks out of turn.” Jason eyed the file, smiling when he saw test scores of yours. All hundred percent. Good kid. “However, I’m just curious...” She cleared her throat.

Jason looked up at Mrs. Bankole with wide eyes. “Curious about what?” 

“Well, (Y/N) has been teased by some of the children.” Mrs. Bankole studied him. “Are you a single parent, Mr. Todd?”

The blood rushed to Jason’s face. Geez, was your teacher coming onto him too? “Huh, yeah. It’s just me.” 

Mrs. Bankole hummed. “I don’t mean to pry, but I just have some concerns about (Y/N)’s hygiene.” 

“What?!” Jason got to his feet. “(Y/N) takes a bath every night. I always make sure her clothes are clean.”

“Yes, I know you take very good care of (Y/N), but it’s just her hair is a mess.” Mrs. Bankole held up her hands. “Sit back down, Mr. Todd.” Jason collapsed into the chair. “A lot of the other children are a little critical. Do you have someone who can help you and (Y/N)?”

Jason ran a hand over his face. He felt so stupid. Why didn’t he notice your hair was slowly going out of control? Damn, he never did take you to get your hair cut since he took you in. “Yeah, I can ask some of my family to help.” 

Mrs. Bankole reached out to pat his hand. “(Y/N) is one of my best students. I want her to be able to make friends too.” She took out a packet. “I’ll give you these. It’s some of (Y/N)’s tests, her book report on Jane Eyre, which I have to say is the first time I’ve had a child do their report on such a classic book, and finally notes from her gym, music, and art teachers.” Jason smirked. He had been reading Jane Eyre to you as a bedtime story when you first came to live with him. You didn’t say you were writing a book report on it. 

“I’m glad she’s doing so well.” Jason glanced through the papers. The notes from the other teachers were positive too. He looked up at find Mrs. Bankole smiling at him. “Is there anything else?”

“No, but (Y/N) talks about you quite a bit.” She reached out to pat his arm. “I don’t know if anyone has told you this, but you are doing a very good job with (Y/N). Just because you might not have noticed one thing doesn’t mean you failed.” 

Jason’s heart lifted. He felt less like an idiot. “I see why (Y/N) praises you so much at home.” He got to his feet and shook Mrs. Bankole’s hand. “Thank you.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Todd.” Mrs. Bankole led him out of the classroom. The other parents stared at him as he left. He waved at Mrs. Bankole and ignored their gazes. 

Jason hurried down the hall, leaving the other parents far behind. He made his way to the gym to find you right next to the door with your backpack on. “There you are, bum. I was waiting,” you said, crossing your arms. However, the smile on your face didn’t match the annoyance you were trying to portray. 

“Well, it took longer than I thought. Lots of complaints about you.” Jason scooped you up and hugged you tight. You giggled madly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m kidding, of course. You’re doing great, kid.” Jason settled you on his hip and carried you out of the school. He looked at your hair, noting how messy and snarled it looked. Damn, he really was dumb for not noticing. “In fact, I think this calls for milkshakes and pizza, what do you think?”

“Yes!” You kissed his cheek, hugging his neck so tight that he choked. “Sorry.” You loosened your grip. Jason set you down next to his bike. He opened your backpack and stuffed the packet inside before slipping your helmet over your head. You giggled, climbing on as Jason put his own helmet on. 

One of the parents from earlier walked by, looking at Jason in disgust. Jason met their eye with his visor still up. He shrugged at them, shutting his visor and starting the motorcycle. A smirk pulled at his lips when he peeled out of the parking lot with you screaming in delight.

*** 

“Great, you’re here.” Jason opened the apartment door to let in Steph and Cass. Both women shared bewildered looks before stepping inside. 

“Of course, we’re here. Since when do you just call us to come over?” Steph glanced around the apartment. She giggled when she picked up one of your Barbies you left on the coffee table. “Wow, this takes me back.” 

Cass nodded at Jason, studying him. “What is wrong?” She pointed his chest. “You are stressed.” 

Jason cleared his throat. “Let’s wait for Kori to get here first. I’d rather only explain once.”

“Kori? Wow, this must be serious.” Steph set the Barbie down and went to look into your room. “Where’s (Y/N)?”

“(Y/N) is with Tim and Kon. They took her to a movie.” Jason bit his lip. “I needed to speak to you three without (Y/N) here.” 

Cass followed Steph into your room. Jason sighed, running a hand over his face. “Did you decorate this?” Cass asked, pointing at your colorful room. Jason blushed slightly, but told himself he didn’t need to be embarrassed.

“Yeah, (Y/N) picked things out though.” Jason jumped when a knock sounded on his door. He opened it to find Kori and Dick standing there with a baby carrier in Dick’s arms. Jason frowned at Dick. “Why are you here? I only invited Kori.”

“Geez, thanks for the welcome, Jay.” Dick rolled his eyes, pushing past Jason to set Mar’i’s carrier down. 

“I was going to come alone, but Dick insisted on coming along since we were going to take Mar’i to the manor today anyway.” Kori kissed Jason’s cheek. “Now what is the fuss about?” 

Steph and Cass wandered back into the living room and sat down on the couch. Dick took Jason’s favorite chair, much to Jason’s dislike, while Kori joined the girls on the couch. Jason stayed standing, his nerves on edge “I need help with (Y/N).” His pride ached when they all looked at him in surprise. “I know I told you all that I didn’t need help, but I do.”

“We’re here. What do you need help with?” Steph asked, smirking at him. “Don’t tell me (Y/N) asked how babies are made or something like that?” 

Jason groaned. Kori and Dick shared amused looks while Cass giggled with Steph. “No, I need help with (Y/N)’s hair.” He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling on it to keep himself calm. “I screwed up and didn’t realize what a mess it was and now I don’t know how to help her with it.” 

“Oh.” Kori chuckled. “So you want us to teach you? Is that why (Y/N) is not here?” 

“Aww, Jason. You’re a big softie.” Steph got up to hug him. Jason grunted, narrowing his eyes at Dick who was grinning at him. “We’ll help you.” 

“Yes, we will.” Kori clapped her hands excitedly. Cass nodded, hopping up to hug Jason too. Jason blushed.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Jason brushed them off. “And not a word of this to anyone.” He pointed at Dick. “I mean it.” 

Dick laughed, taking Mar’i out of the carrier to rock her. “Your secret is safe with me.” 

Steph put her hands on her hips. “First off, what shampoo is (Y/N) using? Is she using conditioner? What kind of hairbrush?” Steph went into the bathroom with Cass trailing behind. “Oh my god. Has she just been your shampoo all this time, Jason? No wonder her hair is a mess.” Kori went in after them. 

Jason pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “If I can just say one thing...” Dick began. Jason glared at him in warning. Dick smiled back at him calmly. “I’m proud that you’re doing this for (Y/N). It will mean a lot to her to have you help her with her hair.”

“I suppose.” Jason turned to follow the ladies into the bathroom. A smile pulled at his lips. Maybe he could do this parenting thing after all?

***

You were in Jason’s lap, chatting away about the movie you saw with Tim and Kon. Jason bit his lip and struggled to get your hair into the braids Kori, Cass, and Steph showed him how to do. Why was it so hard?

“And after the movie, Tim and Kon took me to the park and Kon played cops and robbers with me while Tim had to take a phone call.” You wiggling around. “Are you almost done yet?” 

“Almost.” Jason sighed in relief when he finally got this fingers to work the braids. He put the hair bands on the end of them. “There you go.” 

You cheered, hopping off his lap and ran to the bathroom. Jason followed. You got up on the closed toilet to get a good look in the mirror. Jason’s heart melted when he saw your eyes shine with joy as you took in your hair. You grinned at yourself. “Thank you.” You hopped off the toilet and jumped into Jason’s arms. 

Jason laughed, pretending you made him fall to the ground. “You’re welcome, kid.” You giggled, clinging to him. His life felt full.

***

The alarm blared loudly, jerking Jason awake. “Oh, shit.” He reached over and turned it off. His eyes squinted to see the time. “Damn, only three hours.” A groan pulled out of him as he sat up and stretched. He soothed himself, knowing that once you were off the school, he could go sleep for several more hours.

Jason wandered into your room. “Hey kid. Time to wake up.” You didn’t move, still under the covers. Jason went in and sat on the edge of your bed. “Come on, sweetheart. Up and at ‘em.” He rubbed your back over the blanket. 

You poked your face out of your blanket cocoon. Jason frowned. You were flushed, eyes watery. “I don’t feel good.” Jason placed his hand on your forehead. The heat blazed into his palm. 

Jason took a deep breath, forcing down the rising panic. “Yeah, you’re burning up, kid.” He slid his hand to rest on your cheek. “Stay here. I’ll be back in a sec.” You closed your eyes with a sniffle. Jason slipped out of the room. 

“Shit, what am I supposed to do?” Jason mumbled to himself, pacing the living room. He suddenly couldn’t catch his breath. His stomach dropping in that horrible way it did when he found you shot and bleeding out in that warehouse months ago. Suddenly, his phone was in hand and he called the one person he trusted completely. 

“Master Jason, this is rather early for you, isn’t it?” Alfred answered with a slight yawn. 

Jason bit his lip. “Al, (Y/N)’s sick and I don’t know what to do.” His voice cracked, making him sound very young. “She’s burning up.” 

“Keep calm. Children get sick, Master Jason.” Alfred clicked his tongue. “Now go get the thermometer and find out how high her fever is.”

Stumbling, Jason hurried to the bathroom and dug out the kit Alfred had given him years before. “And if it’s high, what do I do?” 

“Let’s find out how high it is, Master Jason. Calm down. It won’t help Miss (Y/N) if you are upset.” Alfred’s voice soothed the anxiety in his chest. Jason took a deep breath. He found the thermometer and went back to your room. You hadn’t moved since he left you. 

“(Y/N), kid, open your mouth for me, okay?” Jason whispered, uncovering your face. You whined, but opened your mouth and let him put the thermometer under your tongue. 

“Wait forty seconds or until it beeps,” Alfred said as Jason still had the phone pressed to his ear. The seconds passed like hours. Jason thought he was about to die. He was thankful you had your eyes closed. 

It beeped and Jason slipped it out of your mouth. “God, it’s 104.” (Or 40 Celsius)

Alfred hummed. “What are Miss (Y/N)’s other symptoms?” 

“Does anything hurt?” Jason’s voice stayed a whisper. 

You moaned, opening one eye. “My throat hurts and my legs ache.” You looked at him pitifully. “My head hurts too and I feel all stuffy.” You shivered so hard that Jason felt it through his seat on the bed. 

“Body aches, sore throat, headache, stuffy nose,” Jason said to Alfred. Jason rubbed your back again, frowning when you closed your eyes again with a tiny whine. 

“Sounds like Miss (Y/N) has a bad cold.” Alfred sounded so calm. Jason shook his head in amazement. “I’ll be over in an hour to help you, Master Jason. In the meantime, call the school and tell them Miss (Y/N) will not be attending today. Also put a cool compress on her forehead to try to get the fever down.” 

“Thanks Al. I owe you one.” Jason relaxed. His hand kept rubbing your back.

Alfred chuckled. “You’re welcome, Master Jason. Glad I could help.” He hung up the phone. 

“Alfred’s coming?” You opened your eyes to look at him dully. “And I can’t go to school?” 

“No, kid. You’re staying home with me and Alfred today.” Jason leaned down to kiss your forehead. Your fever blazed against his lips. “I’ll be back with a rag for your head.” 

You sighed contently. “Okay.” Your eyes closed again, instantly falling back to sleep. Jason slipped out of the room as quietly as he could.

***

Alfred had taken over the apartment once he arrived and whipped Jason into shape. Hours later, you had been given medicine and soup. Your fever had dropped and you were sitting up, watching the TV Jason moved into your room from the living room. 

Jason was mopping the kitchen, which Alfred had described as deplorable and not fit to make food in. Alfred dusted the living room, clicking his tongue at the mess. 

“Al, the floor is finished,” Jason said, dumping the dirty water into the sink. “I’m going to check on (Y/N).” 

“And after you can mop the bathroom floor as well. Have you not cleaned this apartment since you moved in?” Alfred said, shaking his head. He frowned at the carpet. “I should have brought a vacuum.” 

Jason cleared his throat, blushing. “I have one in the closet, Al.” In all fairness, Jason did clean, just not to Alfred’s standards. He escaped into your room before Alfred could stop him. 

You were laid against your pillows, watching some kids’ show that Jason could barely stand. Jason smiled when you perked up at the sight of him. “Hi bum. Is Alfred having you clean?” 

“He is.” Jason sat on the edge of your bed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Feeling better?” 

“A little.” You sniffled, grabbing a tissue to blow your nose. Jason wrinkled his nose, but stayed close to you. “Thank you for taking care of me. No one did that before.” You threw your tissue in the trash can.

Jason’s heart broke a little. He ruffled your hair. The rock in his throat too big for him to form words. You relaxed against him. 

Eventually, you went limp. Jason glanced down to find you fast asleep. A smile pulled at his lips as he rested his feet on the bed to lay beside you. 

A knock sounded on the door. Jason winced, fearing it was Alfred coming to get him to clean some more. However, the door opened to reveal Bruce.

“What are you doing here?” Jason whispered, blinking in surprise. He couldn’t remember if Bruce had ever been in his apartment before. 

“I stopped by when I heard (Y/N) was sick.” Bruce stepped in. His stance was stiff. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, clearly out of his element. Jason eyed the giftbag in Bruce’s hand. “I brought her something.”

“Thanks.” Jason waved for Bruce to set the bag down. “She just fell asleep.” Bruce came closer and set the bag on the side table. “What you get her?”

“I had my secretary go out and get it. I’m not sure.” Bruce bit his lip. “I see Alfred is whipping your apartment into shape.” He smirked slightly.

Jason nodded, chuckling softly. “Yeah, he is.” The two fell into an awkward silence. After several minutes, Jason cleared his throat. “Can you make a few passes through my turf tonight? I want to stay in with (Y/N).”

“Of course, I was going to offer.” Bruce took a seat on your toy box in the corner. “You made this room very nice for (Y/N).”

“Well, she picked most of this stuff out.” Jason rubbed your side as you snuggled into him more. “She should wake up again soon. Alfred said she’ll need another round of medicine and soup.” 

Bruce nodded. “That’s fine. I don’t have anywhere to be. Damian is off with the Titans this week.” The two of them fell into a comfortable silence. Jason glanced down at your sleeping form and wondered for the hundredth time if you were the best thing to ever happen to him.

***

Time passed and finally school was out for you. You were happy, clearly wanting to spend most of your days with Jason. Jason had to admit, he loved to spend most of his days with you too.

However, life did always interfere. Jason was just sliding a pizza into the oven for lunch when his ‘work’ phone rang. He froze. It hadn’t rang that tone in a very long time. 

“I’ll get it,” you said, running to grab the phone.

“No!” Jason rushed forward and snatched the phone out of your hands. You blinked, hurt and confusion flashed across your face. “Sorry, it’s just work. Go get the movie set up, huh?” 

You nodded, biting your lip and went back to the living room. Jason groaned before answering the phone. “Red Hood?” a feminine voice asked softly. 

“Yes.” His voice low to keep you from overhearing. 

“I have a mission for you. The one you were asking about last we spoke.” Jason choked. His heart skipping a beat. 

“December Graystone. You know where he is?” A ice cold feeling of revenge flowed through him. 

The voice laughed. “Yes. Meet me in Seville at the cafe across from the church where you found Razorburn.” 

“I’ll be there in two days at the most.” Jason smiled as the voice hung up on their end. He chuckled darkly to himself. The glee he felt disappeared however when he saw you watching him nervously. “What?” He blinked when you backed away from him.

“You acted different.” He saw your hands shake. His stomach dropped to his feet. He kneeled down to look you in the eye.

“Hey, sorry that was work. You know I’m Red Hood, right?” His voice dropped to a soothing whisper. Damn, his eyes were watering too. “I have to be different when it’s work, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to be different forever, okay?”

He smiled when he saw you relax. “Okay.” You ran and hugged him around his neck. “I don’t like you different though.” 

“That’s okay. I won’t be different around you then, alright kid?” He stood up, keeping you in his arms. You buried your face into his shoulder, sniffling. Jason bit his lip, almost bringing up that he would have to leave soon, but he held off. Who would he get to watch you while he was gone? Jason’s eyes widened as his mind raced to figure out who he would trust to watch you.

***

Jason’s heart was threatening to break as he kneeled down in front of you. He rested his hands on your shoulders, trying to hold himself together. Tears ran down your cheeks. “I’ll be back in a week at the most. Be good for Alfred and Bruce. Don’t tease Damian too much.” He kissed your forehead. “Stop crying now, okay kid? You’re going to make me cry.”

“I’m sorry.” You wiped your tears with your sleeve when Jason pulled away. “You’ll call?”

“Yeah, I’ll call you.” Jason pulled you into one last hug, standing up with you in his arms. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Okay.” Bruce held out his arms to take you. It took everything Jason had to hand you over to him. You buried your face into Bruce’s shoulder, whimpering. 

Bruce met Jason’s eye. “We’ll take care of her. Be safe yourself.” Jason nodded, grabbing his bag and heading out the manor doors. His motorcycle was waiting. He had to be at the airport in a half an hour. Luckily, Bruce thought Jason was going to help Roy Harper with something, not hunting down another League of Assassins member. 

Jason stopped himself from looking back at you. He had to be strong. The world will be safer if he went on this mission. Bruce and Alfred would take very good care of you. 

He started the bike and took a quick glance at Bruce and you. You were waving, tears streaked down your cheeks as Bruce held you on his hip. Jason almost broke, but he turned away with a wave of his own and took off down the driveway without another look. His cheeks were wet from the wind, at least that is what he told himself. 

***

Two weeks later, Jason stepped out of the cab with his arm in a sling. He paused to look up at the manor. His duffel over his good shoulder. He tossed two hundred to the driver. “Keep the change.” 

“Thanks, man.” The driver grinned and drove off quickly. Jason sighed deeply and walked up the steps. He hoped you wouldn’t be too mad. The calls he promised never came. He knew Bruce and Alfred would be disappointed, you would be upset. The mission consumed all his time. 

The door opened before he reached it. “Master Jason,” Alfred said, frowning when he saw the sling. “Are you injured?” He took Jason’s duffel and gestured for him to come inside. Alfred inspected the arm.

“Careful. I just dislocated it. I’m fine.” Jason gasped when Alfred jarred the arm. “Geez, Al.” 

“Sorry, Master Jason.” Alfred clicked his tongue. “Did you have this checked by a doctor?” 

Jason blushed slightly. “Yeah, I did.” He glanced around the manor. It was deadly silent. “Where’s (Y/N)?”

“Miss (Y/N) is in the kitchen.” Alfred crossed his arms. “Why did you not call like you promised, Master Jason?”

“I got busy, very busy.” Jason pinched the bridge of his nose with his good hand. “Was she upset?” 

“Yes, to put it mildly.” Alfred gestured for Jason to follow him to the kitchen. “You can’t break promises like that. Not when you have a child.” 

“I know. I’m sorry.” Jason blinked when they entered the kitchen to find it empty. However, a batch of fresh cookies sat on the counter. 

Alfred hummed. “Well, you can have a cookie. I’ll take a look around and see if I can find Miss (Y/N).” He left the room, shoulders stiff. 

Jason sighed, taking a seat on one of the stools. He took a cookie. It was still warm. “Well, I guess I’m in the hot seat.” 

“TT.” Damian stalked into the room. “I heard what you did.” 

“Yeah?” Jason took a bite of the cookie, almost moaning at the taste. 

“You eliminated December Graystone.” Damian smirked. “Are you trying to piss off my grandfather?” 

“No.” Jason swallowed. “But I’m taking down the League of Assassins.” 

Damian shook his head. “You can try, I suppose.” He crossed his arms. “Are you taking your brat home now?” 

Jason smirked. “I will, but don’t call her that.”

Damian slammed his hands against the counter. Jason held back a flinch. Damian was in full teenage rage mode. That took Jason back. “She already froze my toothbrush, tied all my shoes together, and stole my wallet five times.”

“Oops.” Jason pursed his lips. “Well, that probably means she like you, Damian.” 

“TT.” Damian stormed out of the room. He snarled out in the hallway and suddenly, you burst through the kitchen door with a piece of paper in hand. 

You slid to a stop when you saw Jason. “There you are, you bum. Why didn’t you call me?” 

“Sorry, kid.” Jason dropped to his knees in front of you. A slow smile pulled at your lips before you jumped into his arms. Jason held back a moan. You jarred his bad shoulder, but your hug felt so warm. God, he missed you so much. 

“I missed you.” You buried your face into his shoulder. He felt his shirt dampen from your tears. 

“I missed you too. Sorry, I didn’t call.” Jason rubbed your back with his good hand. “Hey, don’t cry now.”

You pulled away to wipe your eyes with your sleeve. “I’m not crying. You are.” A smirk pulled at your lips. “I made you something.” You handed him the piece of paper in your hand. Jason raised an eyebrow.

“You did?” Jason bit his lip when he saw the paper was a card. The front was drawn like a google search page with World’s Best Dad written in the search bar. Jason’s heart skipped a beat. He opened it only to see a search results page drawn inside with his name written as each result. 

“You like it?” Rocking on your feet back and forth, you eyed him somewhat shyly. 

Jason swallowed hard. His mouth going dry. “Yeah.” He coughed, blushing as he glanced back up at you. Unable to say more, Jason grabbed you into a tight hug. “I love it, kid.” He kissed the top of your head. 

You giggled and melted into him. If anyone were to ask, he would claim the wetness on his cheek was just allergies and had nothing to do with the card you gave him. 

“Alfred or you?”  He mumbled coyly, finally looking up at you. Putting your hand up to your chest, you feigned offense.

“Alfred made the breakfast, and he wouldn’t leave me alone until you woke up and ate.  All I did was make your coffee and wake you up.  So yes, Alfred,” you said in a stern tone, arms crossed.

“Okay, okay! Wow, someone is a little feisty,” Bruce said with a chuckle, sitting up and pulling the covers over his lap.  You watched him move, looking at his features.  His glossy eyes, his pink tinged skin, his messy hair- you loved it all.  You loved seeing Bruce in such a raw state - not many people got to see him the way you did.  He leaned over, picked up his cup, and took a sip of the warm coffee, taking notice of the second set of food.  You simply watched him, lost in thought.  He set his cup down, looking over to you with a raised eyebrow.  “Well, are you just going to sit and watch me eat, or are you going to join me?”

You blushed, laughing off the mild embarrassment.  “Uh… Yeah, I’ll… Yeah I’ll eat.”  You stuttered, picking up your plate of food and setting it on your lap. You both ate in silence for a few minutes before Bruce decided to speak again.

“(Y/N), I, uh… I’m really sorry that… that you had to see me like… that. Last night.  I just… I just thought that… I don’t know, I guess I thought I had it all figured out, and, well, I don’t.  I realize that now.  I was so cold to you.  I… I was an idiot, and I’m sorry.”  He stared at the ground while he spoke, fidgeting with his hands.  You were actually pretty surprised by his behavior.  You had grown so used to the confident, well-spoken Bruce, and only saw him this way when he was struggling, or in one of his episodes.  You smiled softly, set your now empty plate beside you on the bed, and embraced Bruce in a tight hug.  He hesitated, but responded to the affection.  You supposed he wasn’t really used to showing real affection to other people.  Well, showing real affection in ways that weren’t… sex… was foreign to him.  “Thank you… for coming back.  I wasn’t sure if you would have,” Bruce mumbled into your shoulder.

“For you?  I’ll always come back,” you said low.  He smiled in relief.  He really missed having you around.  You gave him a reassuring squeeze before getting up and collecting the dirty dishes. “You done?”  You asked, gesturing toward his cup of coffee.  He nodded and handed the cup to you, getting up and walking over to his closet.  You averted your eyes to the ground as you headed for the door, unsure if you should really be looking at him in his boxers.  You opened it, taking a deep breath.  It’s not that you didn’t want to get a good look at him, but-

“Thanks for returning my tie, by the way.  For a while, I thought I lost it.  I’d be missing a part of my favorite suit.”  He said with a smirk, looking through his closet.

“Yeah… yeah no problem, I guess.  I, uh, I didn’t know it was your favorite.”  You replied, looking at Bruce and being sure your eyes didn’t wander anywhere else. Thinking about it, you could’ve sworn that was actually the suit you got him for his birthday a couple years back. It wasn’t a big deal or anything, you just thought it was interesting and it would look good on him.  And, well, again, you bought it for him.  Okay, maybe to you, it was kind of a big deal.

 “It’s one of the few suits I received from someone close to me.  You have good taste,”  he said nonchalantly as he pulled out a white dress shirt and black pants.

“Thanks,” you blushed.  “I’ll, uh, be downstairs.”  You heard Alfred coming up the stairs.

“Bruce?” He called, “Do you have a moment?”

“I’ll leave you two be,” you said, leaving the room and flashing Alfred a smile as you walked past and went downstairs to take care of the dishes.

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“So, you haven’t said a thing?”

“No, Alfred, why the hell would I do that?”  You asked, exasperated.

“(Y/N), it’s been three months.  There’s something there, there has been for years.  You can’t deny that, and you know Bruce.”  He protested, crossing his arms.

“Do I?”

“That was once, okay.  One time.  I swear he hasn’t even tried to see Selina, at all, after that one time.”  He said, obviously tired of this argument.  You rolled your eyes.  “Do you really think he wants to see her again?  After she broke his heart?  And proceeded to avoid him?  When he finally did find her, she acted like she didn’t know him.  (Y/N), he let go of her, he had to.  He had enough.  He may be an idiot, but he isn’t that stupid.”  He explained with wild hand gestures.  You began to walk away as he spoke.

“Alfred, what good is it going to do?”  You asked, sitting down in the living room and staring at the fireplace.

“You’re joking.  (Y/N), do you not see the way he acts around you?  He’s himself.  He’s happy.  Bruce needs you.”  Alfred replied, pacing the room.

“What, so I tell him ‘hey I love you’ and it’s just happily ever after?  You know that’s not gonna happen.  I don’t want my heart broken, too.  I’d rather just stay friends and deal with it.” You yelled, forgetting the fact that, well, Bruce is in the house as well.  You blushed before bringing down your volume, and looked at the floor.  “I’m so sick of getting my hopes up just to be broken, Al.”

“But you’ll never know what could happen if you don’t at least try.”  He said condescendingly, sitting next to you.  “I truly believe it will be worth your while, dear.  Maybe tonight you can tell Bruce how you feel.”

And oh, that cinematic timing is annoying.  It’s odd how your life decides to have the worst kind of coincidences.  The door opened, and every muscle in your body tensed up.

“Feel about what?”

“I’ll leave you two be,” Alfred said, walking out with a smile.

Shit.

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“(Y/N), I know our whole past, I was there.  I’m sorry you felt the need to leave, and I know it was uncomfortable, but you came home, and I’m glad you did.  These past three months… I don’t know what you think about them, but… but what does this… what does this have to do with anything?”  Bruce asked with furrowed brows.  He put his hand on your leg tightly, anticipating an answer.  You shifted in your seat, turning to face him and look him in the eyes.  You held his hands and took a deep breath.

“The point is… After all of this time I… I guess I…”  You stuttered.  Don’t think about it, (Y/N), You thought, Just say it.  Get it out.  “I love you.”

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(Part 4)

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(( Sooo this is kinda short? I feel like? And not like super eventful?  But I’m actually pretty happy with it 😊  Idk I feel like it’s good to have some down time and slower parts.  But it won’t stay that way, I promise.  Good cliffhanger, am I right?  Be ready for a part 4, it’s a comin’!  ~  C ))

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Silence.

‘Come on I can’t do this right now.  I’m not even going to THINK about going back until I have some sort of valid reason.’

You could tell he was trying to come up with the best way to word his reply, the long wait stretching on for a few more painful minutes.

‘She’s gone.  He’s always either downstairs working out pent up anger or stuck in his office drinking.  At this rate, he’s going to empty out the wine cellar.  He’s losing it, and I can’t console him.  Please, (Y/N), hurry.  I don’t want him making any rash decisions.’

You read the words over and over, hearing Alfred’s voice through the screen.  You could hear his words, but it wasn’t quite registering.  Sure, Bruce would have some low points, but he had never become so distraught that Alfred could become worried about… “Rash decisions.”

For the first time in days, you hopped out of bed and took a much-needed shower.  You tried to restrain your mind from wondering too far off, but at this point it was hard to control.  What if he had another dip in his depression?  Was he taking care of himself?  Was he hurting anyone?  Would he... consider... committing suici-?

No, no you couldn’t worry about all of that.  Not now. Alfred needed you back, and somehow you would convince yourself to do so.  With a strong sense of determination, you got back on task.  You finished showering, got dressed, and packed most of your things within an hour.

“(Y/N)?  Is everything alright?  You’re making an awful lot of racket” Your mother called from the kitchen.

“Yeah, yeah I’m alright.” You took a deep breath.  “Uh, mom?”  You called back, trying your best to sound casual.

“Yeah, honey?”  She replied, walking to your room and leaning on your doorway as to avoid shouting.

“I think I’m, uh, gonna head back to the manor.”  You mumbled almost inaudibly.  You kept your eyes low, feeling somewhat uneasy as you began to question whether or not this was actually a good idea.

“Are you sure?”  She asked, bowing her head to level with your eyes as you continued to pack your things.  You took a deep breath again.

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m sure. Alfred needs some company, and I need to get back to work.  It’s for the best.”  You managed, working a casual tone back into your voice.  Your mom couldn’t tell, but you were trying to convince yourself more than anyone that you should go back.

“Alright, well, I guess I shouldn’t stop ya.  If you need anything, my house will always be open to you.”  She said with a small, loving smile.

“Thanks, mom.  I appreciate it.”  You smiled back, reaching over to give her a hug.  She returned it briefly before helping you get ready to return.  Within the next half an hour, you finished packing your things, and finally enjoyed a peaceful dinner with your parents.  You gave your parents sweet hugs and exchanged ‘goodbye’s and ‘I love you’s, then took your time loading your things into Bruce’s car.  As you sat in the driver’s seat, the bittersweet smell of Bruce’s cologne met your senses once again.  You pulled out Bruce’s black tie from your pocket and clutched it in your fist in attempt to calm your nerves. It was closest thing you had to Bruce, and you needed to believe he was okay.  You kept it in your hand as you drove through Gotham and back into the manor.  With shaking hands and a racing mind, you pulled into in the driveway of the Manor by 7:30 pm.  

Sure, it was comforting to see your home again, but you were terrified of what Bruce might think or say.  You didn’t want him to hate you.  Alfred said that he needed you.  Hopefully Al was right.  Hopefully Bruce needed you.  You could tell yourself that a million times and you still probably wouldn’t have been convinced, but you carried on anyway.

You shoved the tie back into your pocket and got out of the car, hanging the duffel bag over your left shoulder. You weren’t sure if you were truly ready, but the more you let your thoughts get to you, the harder this would become. You took a deep breath in as you walked up to the door, and after standing for a few moments, you gave it a quiet rap. Within seconds, Alfred opened the door and stood in front of you with a warm smile.  You exhaled at last as soon as you saw his face, some of your anxiety fading in light of the familiar face.

“(Y/N)!  Finally, I was worried you wouldn’t come for another couple of days,” He greeted in relief.

“I told you I would be back soon, didn’t I?”  You replied with a smile, stepping into the manor for the first time in what felt like years.  Alfred took your coat and bag, as he was accustomed to, and shook his head softly.

“I’m not sure what your definition of soon is, my dear, but I wonder if you didn’t return soon enough.”  Alfred said solemnly.  The mood changed drastically as your smile faded and your shoulders slouched, worry taking over a majority of your features.

“Is he okay?  What all happened, anyway?”  You asked eagerly, following Alfred as the two of you walked towards Bruce’s office.

“I’m still not quite sure. He and Selina had some sort of falling out, and while Bruce cared for her, I’m not sure if she felt the same. She told him she hadn’t, anyway. I wonder if he just got too close for her comfort... but, that’s not my place to say.”  He explained while guiding you to the oak doors at the end of the hall.  

“Is he okay, though?” You asked again, trying to catch Alfred’s eyes as he stared at the golden handles of the doors.  He let out a deep sigh and set his hand on the handle closest to him.

“You’re going to want to take your time when speaking with him, he’s a bit… uh... Unstable.  Don’t push too far, okay?  I’m not sure what would happen.”

“Alfred, is he okay?” You asked once more, raising your voice a bit and furrowing your brows as worry continued to grow in the pit of your stomach.

“You can be the judge of that.”  Alfred mumbled.  He spotted the black tie hanging out of your pocket and carefully pulled it out, .  You flashed him a small smile with a nod.  He returned the smile before slowly opening the doors.  

You cautiously stepped into the room, slowly closing the door as Alfred walked away, and took another tentative step towards the hunched over figure in the dimly-lit room.

“Bruce?”  You asked meekly, your voice almost catching in your throat from nerves.  You had been in his office plenty of times, and it was a beautiful room.  It contained dark oak shelves along two walls that were filled with books, a marble chess set placed on a table in the corner, and a grandiose desk that sat in the back of the room by the large window, accented with an antique lamp that had been passed down his family for decades.  Despite the furniture staying the same, the normal atmosphere of the fine office had been flipped drastically.  Rather than the usual smell of polished wood dancing with a hint of Bruce’s cologne in the air, the harsh smell of whiskey and wine overthrew the room while the old lamp struggled to light the entirety of the office.  Shadows were strewn about the floor, creeping towards the door, giving off an unsettling and eerie feeling.

“Bruce?”  You called again, raising your voice ever so slightly to a soft yet worried tone as you approached the desk.

“Why did you come back?” The dark figure responded.  You barely recognized the voice that came back to you.  It was much raspier than you’ve ever heard, and sounded as if it was sore and overly strained as the words mingled together from the whiskey in his system.

“I wanted to see you… To make sure you were okay.”  You answered in a tone just above a whisper, taking small steps to make your way closer to Bruce.  He replied with the sound of glass hitting glass as he poured himself another cup of whiskey.  He took a sip and lowered his head, keeping his eyes to the ground as you finally took one more step, leading you to stand in front of him.  Just looking at him almost made you burst into tears.

His eyes were bloodshot and puffy while heavy dark circles and bags laid beneath them.  He had grown a short beard from the lack of self-care, and his hair was a greasy mess that splayed in multiple directions.  His lips were chapped and his hands were calloused, making his appearance rougher than usual.  You’d never seen him so… broken.

You knelt onto the carpet and placed one of your hands on top of one of his, being careful to think your words through before speaking again.  “I hope I didn’t come at a bad time, I just…  I was worried.  Alfred told me that Selina le-“

You jumped back and yelped as you were interrupted by an angry yell followed by the sound of shattering glass.  Your eyes widened as you stood and took a step back, staring at Bruce.  He was breathing heavily, staring down at the shattered glass strewn about the carpet that had now been soaked in bitter whiskey.  You lifted your hand to your mouth in shock, feeling speechless.  You slowly knelt down to pick up the glass shards when he finally spoke, breaking the tense silence.

“I loved her, you know. I was sure that I did. Whenever I saw her I felt like I needed her.  She even acted like she cared about me.”  He said softly, his eyes finally meeting yours.  You tried to maintain eye contact, but you didn’t want him to see the tears brimming your eyes.  You nodded and leaned over, carefully picking up a couple of  large shards of glass and placing them in your lap.  “I thought that’s what love was, wanting someone who cares about you.  But…”  His voice faltered as he brushed his hand through his hair.  “But I thought she wanted me.  If that’s what love is, how could she say she didn’t love me?”  He whispered, his voice beginning to shake. Each word was another dagger to your heart, another wave of pain in your chest.  He thought he loved Selina, and even with you here, he couldn’t stop talking about her.  The pain started to feel unbearable.  That wasn’t love.  You loved Bruce, not her.  You huffed and wiped away the tears falling from your cheeks before looking up at him with the slightest glare.

“If you did so much thinking, maybe you’d consider the idea that love is more than what you want.”  You said in a cold tone, raising in slightly volume with every word, and continuing in a voice that bordered a yell.  “Have you ever thought that maybe loving someone isn’t just about lust?  What if it’s about caring for someone, putting their needs before yours?  What if there are people who actually love you?  But no, you ignore them and push them away because you want sex.  You couldn’t think about anything or anyone else!  And it fucking hurts!”  You spat out, picking up another piece of glass and throwing the small pile of shards you obtained into the trash bin beside you with force created by sheer anger and pain. You knew that your sudden outbreak didn’t help the situation, but it just... spilled out.  It was too late to go back now, anyway.  You crossed that bridge, and now you had to deal with the consequences. You took another deep breath and furiously wiped more tears away while Bruce got to his feet.

“Dammit, (Y/N)!  Do you think I didn’t consider that?  How the hell do you think that makes me feel, knowing she never actually cared?!  THAT fucking hurts!!”  He shouted, turning around and running his hands through his hair.  Your mind frantically searched for a defense to have ready as your adrenaline began to course through you, but his next breath was followed by a quiet sob rather than more yelling.  “What am I supposed to do now?”  He whispered, desperately trying to compose himself.  In moments, he fell to his knees on the floor as sobs racked his body.

You had never seen him like this.  Sure, Bruce had his small break downs and would yell a few times in his low points, but never to this extent.  You now not only understood Alfred’s worry, but you felt it, and on a much larger scale. Speechless, you walked over to him and sat in front of him, wrapping an arm around his waist and laying his head on your shoulder.  The two of you sat there, hardly moving, as you both cried for your own reasons.  Your tears soaked into  his shirt, and his into yours.  As hurt as you were, you hated seeing Bruce in pain.  He wasn’t very emotional, so seeing him sob in your arms was heartbreaking.  After about 20 minutes, you rested your head against his and whispered, breaking the painful silence.

“I’m not real sure what you’re supposed to do now, but… I’d focus on the people that do care about you.  Alfred’s been here for you through everything, and I’m here now.  It’s okay to reach out to us.”  You articulated each word slowly as if your tongue was tiptoeing through the glass on the floor, letting it all fill the thick silence. “Are you going to be okay, Bruce?” You mumbled into his hair, “Is there anything I can do to help?”  You asked, kissing the top of his head softly.  He sighed, relaxing against you as he shook his head.

“I’m alright.”  He mumbled, shifting a bit before standing up.

“Bruce” You tested, standing up with him to look him in the eyes.

“I promise, I’m gonna be okay.”  He said taking your hand as a way of reassuring you.  You weren’t sure what to say, and allowed another moment of silence to pass as the tension began to fall.

“Don’t make empty promises.” You told him, a small smile playing at your lips as you squeezed his hand, hoping he would catch your reference.  Bruce managed a small smile in return as he looked at the ground, shaking his head again.  He knew you got that from Alfred.

“You know me too well,” he said as he passed you, picking up another few shards of glass and tossing them in the trash bin.  You helped him clean up a majority of the pieces before the two of you stood once again, facing one another.

“I… I think you should get some sleep.  You need it.” You said, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”  Bruce replied, flashing you another smile before heading for the door.  He opened the latch, pausing for a moment, allowing you to seize the opportunity.

“Goodnight, Bruce. Sleep well,” You called out with a smile.  He stopped, turning to face you, and returned a tried, weary smile.  This time, though, he looked at you... differently.  Rather than simply eye contact, it felt more like a gaze, almost as if your eyes were as wondrous as the stars in the sky.  Almost as if he saw you in a different way, now.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he called back softly before walking out of the room, closing the door.  Maybe things were going to be okay.

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The next morning, you woke up a little after Alfred had arrived at the manor, and joined him in the kitchen while he made breakfast.  The sun trickled through the curtains and sparkled in the room while you sipped a warm cup of coffee, talking with Alfred.  It was nice to adjust back to your normal routine so quickly, you felt like you were finally home again.

“He’s even sleeping in his own bed!  I knew you would be the antidote.”  Alfred finished his ramble happily as he cooked eggs and bacon.

“I’m just glad it went okay. I was worried a few times that I was done for, or he would just walk away, but I guess we managed.” You said cheerfully, taking another sip of your coffee.

“Speaking of, can you go wake him up?”  Alfred asked with a meek smile, turning around with two plates of food.

“But, you said it yourself, he’s finally sleeping normally!  I don’t want to wake him up, that’d be mean.”  You protested with a slight frown.

“Well, I don’t want his breakfast getting cold, it can’t stay fresh forever.  He doesn’t even have anything to do today, he can sleep all day if necessary,” Alfred said, setting the plates on the table.  “Besides, from what you told me when you left, you could really use this opportunity.  Maybe even tell him how you really feel,” He commented with a smirk playing at his lips.

“No way, I couldn’t. Not so soon.  Plus, I’m not even sure how he’d take it.  We’ve been nothing more than friends for the past, what, 20 some years?” You rambled, trying to talk yourself out of even considering it.

“Hey, I was just pointing out the fact that you have a chance.”  He replied with a shrug.

“Thanks Alfred, but I’d rather not add to the emotional roller coaster.”  You said sarcastically, folding your arms over your chest.

“Alright, then I would advise being careful as to not let it slip out,”  he mumbled audibly, his mischievous grin growing as your eyes widened.  Of course he wouldn’t drop that slip up.  You had a feeling he wouldn’t for a while- especially if he wanted you to do something about your feelings.  You sighed and looked down at the steaming plates of food.

“Can I bring it up to him?” You asked, finally giving in to his first offer.  He rolled his eyes and sighed, his shoulders slouching as his confident smile softened.

“Alright,” he said, turning around to prepare his own plate.  He turned back around only to see you already walking away, both servings of breakfast on a tray in your hands.  “Just bring the dishes down when you’re done.”  He called after you as you started up the stairway.  “Oh, a-and don’t spill!”  He shouted nervously as he saw the coffee mugs precariously set on the trays as you climbed up the stairs.  You responded with a small laugh, flashing Alfred an over exaggerated smile when you reached the top of the stairway.  He dramatically huffed and sat down on the table, shaking his head with a smile.  It was good to have you back.

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(Part 3)

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