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Bruce Wayne was not dull and nor was he daft but it sure did take him a good few moments to process the girl’s words. Y/N could almost see the cogs turning behind his eyes as he stared her dead in the eye. It would have been unnerving if she hadn’t been perfecting her own Bat glare from the time, she could open her eyes.

“I’m sorry, what?”The billionaire continued to just look at her. It was slowly becoming unnerving, daughter of Batman or no.

The man’s response was almost laughable. To the point that Y/N was sure she would have been cackling under any other circumstances. Even when he was utterly bamboozled the greatest detective on Earth was still able to remain polite. If someone had accidentally called Y/N their mother, she would have probably begun cursing them out by now.

“Surprise.” Jason’s lips turned down slightly as he lifted his shoulders in a ‘whatever’ gesture. Y/N almost strangled him for his nonchalance. “The new Nightingale is still her.”

“I’m sorry, what?”He repeated.

Y/N was going to strangle him too. In fact, she was about ready to shoot both men and then herself. This was beyond embarrassing. How had she slipped up? She was supposed to be the Nightingale, the Sparrow, the untouchable Wayne heiress. And here she was, sinking further and further into the too-big dining chair as her father refused to say anything other than, ‘I’m sorry, what?’

It was all she could do to squash down the anger. It had been years since they’d last seen each other and if you didn’t count the time, they’d spent faced off in family court it had been longer. And all the great Bruce Wayne could say was three words over and over again. Apparently, he was both daft and dull after all.

Y/N forced herself to remain calm, steady her heartbeat and count her breaths. She had prepared for this, just as she’d prepared for every conceivable situation. Perhaps she hadn’t expected to blurt it all out like that or that her father would be stunned into idiocy. But she’d planned what she’d do, what role she’d play, what mask she’d don.

She was going to be as infuriatingly casual as possible.

“It’s all good,” Y/N shrugged casually, pinching a buttered slice of bread from the splay of delicious food. Mouth full she continued, “I didn’t expect you to recognize me, new outfit and all. But Jason’s right, the new and improved Nightingale is still yours truly.”

“Y/N?”

“In the flesh,” She tilted her head back and spread her arms to the side – toast still in her right hand. “Young, healthy and still very much alive.”

Something clattered from behind the seated trio. Both Y/N and Jason turned to find a stunned Alfred Pennyworth staring at her like he’d seen a ghost. It seemed, however, that Bruce’s eyes were permanently stuck to his daughter.

The butler gave a shuddering breath, “As I live and breathe. I can’t believe it… Miss Y/N?”

“Oh, you better believe it, Al.” Y/N’s fake grin suddenly became so much easier. “I’m surprised and slightly hurt that neither of you recognized me last night. You were probably tired-“She sighed. “And getting old, I suppose.”

“Witty as ever Miss Y/N,” Alfred murmured though that look – like she really was a ghost – was still there. “Well. This is a… Turn of events. Will you be staying here; shall I prepare your room?”

“Yeah I’ll hang around, but I can handle myself thanks Al,” She gave him a small smile, dropping the crusts of her toast onto the plate. “Come walk with me, Jason?”

The boy wonder made a noise in the back of his throat, brushed the crumbs from his hands and followed her into the hallway. The H/C haired girl gave the men behind her a charming smile before flourishing through the doorway she’d come through – Jason at her heels. She made it all of three meters before that simmering anger burst forth.

Y/N spun upon the second Robin and shoved him into the pristine wall, locking him into place with her arms. A scowl fell across her features as she glanced only once to check that neither Alfred nor Bruce had followed them. Jason blinked in confusion, scrunching up his face at the girl’s vengeful expression.

“What the fuck is going on?” He battered at her arms, “I thought we were friends?”

“Friends?” She scoffed. “Nightingale is Robin’s partner, yes. Y/N Wayne is Jason Todd’s friend, sure.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I’m a Sparrow,” She hissed. “So, listen up. Here are my conditions; One, I am not his daughter and I am not your friend. I will help the Robin; I will save Gotham from this war. Two, you, Mr. Todd, will help me disappear so thoroughly that my father can’t find me.”

“And three?” He heaved a breath.