-Malina-

hey guyssss I need some help with where the story is gonna go!!!

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

so for this one we got a few warnings: mention of blood, mention of guns, weapons, needles, mention of alcohol.

OML thank you so much to everyone who is liking, commenting and reposting, when I saw the amount of likes, I thought I was on someone else's post!!!, and reading all of you comments just brings me so much joy!!!!! Soooo here's part 4, ENJOY!!!!!

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Did Bruce Wayne find you drunk, singing karaoke in perfect Japanese at a night club in a Osaka?

Yes. Yes he did.

But in your defense, you were really only sort of pretending to be drunk.

You had tried something called the "Osaka Special" which did infact end up being alcoholic which you probably should've expected since you were in a bar.

Then again the speakers were blaring right next to your head when the bartender was telling you what was in it.

I mean it was pink! You couldn't NOT drink it.

Back to the present situation, you were singing karaoke on a stage, pretty well if you do say so yourself, when Taylor's voice took over the hidden earpiece.

"Uhhh "Reader"? We got a problem. Checkout who just walked in."

Shit, this was practically a family reunion with how many people were here. Bruce, Steph, Cass, Dick, Tim, Duke and somehow Damian entered through the doors. You snapped your head back to the crowd as Cass pointed you out on the stage.

Unfortunately you couldn't just stop singing so you kept going.

Suddenly Luke's laughing voice took over the earpiece, "DUDE LOOK AT DICK'S FACE, HELP ME OH MY GOD HE LOOKS LIKE HE JUST SAW A JAR OF SENTIENT PEANUT BUTTER MAKE A POLITICAL STATEMENT AT A CONFERENCE" his loud laugh took over the comms again.

Taylor cut him off " Weird analogy but, yeah."

Taylor was currently sitting in the club's security room, all the guards were knocked out, and bound in a corner.

Luke was leaning against the bar, coca cola in hand, in a half buttoned dress shirt, trousers and flip flops.

You and Taylor both questioned his outfit choice but he insisted that "it would help him blend in".

Taylor gave him the cue to go get changed into his gear and he exited the room.

You yelled thank you at the crowd and rushed off stage following him.

Unfortunately, your family made it through the crowd faster than you hoped they would.

Taylors voice crackles through the comms again "No time to change -Reader-! Get back to the van, NOW!"

You exhaled with frustration, the short black party dress you were wearing wasn't exactly ideal for agility.

You managed to cut through the crowd to the back alley exit where the van was waiting.

You felt someone brush up against you and slip what felt like a note into your hand. You managed to get a glimpse of a bald man with a large dragon tattoo on the side of his neck, door half open, Bruce laid eyes on you and yelled something, most likely a signal to the others.

They grouped together and approached. Dick reached out to grab your wrist but someone grabbed you from behind.

Luke's gloved hands wrap around your waist as you yell in resistance, you had to get to that man. You recognized him from a mission in Vienna, he had left a set of coordinates, addresses, and names in your hotel room that helped you take down a large drug ring.

Luke slapped a hand over your mouth and dragged you back as Bruce yelled

"NO!!! WAIT!!!"

Tim lounged for you but Luke twisted, kicking him in the chest before picking you up and throwing you into the back of the van, jumping in after you.

"TAYLOR, GO!!!" Luke cried.

Taylor looked back before slamming on the gas, navigating her way through the streets.

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"I don't understand. The man from Vienna was here and he gave you this paper?" Luke asked, leaning back on the plush hotel room chair.

You nodded, eyebrows pushed together. "I mean last time the address helped us. Should we go to this one too? It says tomorrow night."

Taylor looks up from her computer, pushing up the blue light glasses resting on her nose. "It seems to be an abandoned warehouse."

Luke sighed, rubbing a hand across his face,

"I mean it couldn't hurt to try?"

--- 12:35 pm, Kyoto, Abandoned Warehouse---

Your eyes ran across the scene multiple times.

Fourteen gunmen inside, not including the two guarding a large black leather case.

There were storage boxes, stacked and littered across the site.

Luke leaned on the railing surrounding the highest floor of the warehouse.

A grin spread across your face under your mask and hood, adrenaline coursing through you.

You were armed to the teeth and had run this exact scenario hundreds of times in training.

You looked over at Luke, his fingers tapping against his arms in a rapid pace.

You knew he was thinking the exact same thing you were.

Tonight, your usual armoured body suit was a bit changed, now the armoured upper part of your cape, the piece that connected to your back had two large daggers inside a hidden compartment.

You had three guns on you, two on the sides of your thighs, one on your ankle, under your boot.

You couldn't even count the amount of hidden throwing knives and daggers you had on you.

Your back currently had two swords strapped to it. Old-style. They were about the length from your wrist to your shoulder, and in your opinion, absolutely gorgeous. They were light weight and sharp enough to cut steel like paper.

You looked at Luke and he shifted his choice in weapon. A bo staff. It reminded you a bit of Red Robin but their differences in build and uniform made it better.

As well as the fact that Luke would absolutely kick Tim's ass in a fight.

After crossing the hanging pathway to the other side of the warehouse, you stop at your mark.

You lower the mask covering your mouth and nose, and raise your fingers to your mouth, letting out a sharp whistle.

You waited for the other two whistles to sound.

The distinct whistles echoed back to you.

Taylor's voice finally came over the comms

"Its go time." (10/10 experience when listening to dramatic music).

You vault over the railing, grabbing a chain hanging from the ceiling, using it to swing forward and kick a gunman in the back of the head.

He tripped forward and you landed on his back.

You turned around to see two men running forward. No guns? Weird.

You kept it fair, using hand to hand combat to match their lack of weapons. That was a mistake. He pulled a knife from his belt and slashed across your stomach, not deep enough to kill you, but you needed to wrap it and stitch it within the next hour or two.

You swiftly punch the first one in the jaw, following it with a kick to the head.

His friend catches up to the fight, throwing a messy punch at your head, its almost boring. You let out a small "tsk" and grab his forearm, flipping him over your head, then grabbing his ankle and using the chain you swung down in, wrap his leg up and look for a nearby button, but someone gets to it before you do, yanking him 20 feet in the air.

Red Robin, sits in a crouch on a shipping container, Spoiler, and Nightwing, arms crossed behind him.

Bollocks. You tap your earpiece, moving before they sprung on you

"Looks like dear old dad and the birds are here."

You say as you duck behind a large crate and lift your shirt to access the knife slash, you had traded armour for less weight and more weapons. And were paying for it. You crudely placed gauze on the wound and pulled your shirt back down. You could treat it soon.

You took a deep breath and stood back up, moving through the maze of crates.

Taylor's voice answered your earlier warning. " Trust me, we know. Bats is real mad. It didn't get any better after Luke chucked Robin into a shipping container."

Luke apologized nearby.

"Sorry bout that -Reader-, but he kind of deserved it."

You cut your way through a few more men, eventually finding Luke and Taylor. Blood was now splattered across the knuckles of your gloves. Shame. You liked them.

Taylor draws another arrow, shooting it at the leg of a gunman.

To your surprise, something slams his head into the side of a container, light enough to keep him alive but strong enough to knock him out.

Batman steps out of the shadows. Luke inhales sharply

"Chill out" you order.

His gloved fingers tighten his grip around his staff.

Taylor knocks another arrow, but keeps the bow lowered.

"Masks." the three of you tap the small button on the sides of your heads. A dark electronic mask folds out of the collarbone of your suit attaching from behind your hand and connecting to the top of your hood . Further concealing your faces. The mask wouldn't lift until you told it too.

It also had a built in AI Taylor named Chris.

The screen glowed a mellow green around the edges, activating infrared vision.

Six blobs of red appear. Great, so everyone REALLY meant everyone. Duke must have stayed back to manage comms with Babs.

Luke stepped forward. "How can we help, Batman?"

Your eyebrows raised, you were expecting, hostility, condescension, definitely a bit of sarcasm too. Certainly not a successful attempt at civility.

Nightwing cleared his throat. "You kidnapped ou-.......we got reports of a kidnapping at a night club in Osaka. All sources described, well. You."

Damian stepped forward. "Where are you keeping her?" The question was aimed at you.

Batman pulled out a batarang in threat, Spoiler and Tim copied the action. It was almost comedic. They really thought you had kidnapped yourself.

Your friends simultaneously burst into laughter. A snicker escaped you but you quickly recovered. Taylor bent over, hands on her knees as loud raging laughs shook her body.

Luke was full on, on the floor, wheezing.

You shifted your weight and cocked your head, rolling your eyes.

"It's really not that funny."

"US? KIDNAPPING HER? HELP ME OH LORD" Luke was on his knees coughing, small giggles still escaping.

Taylor cleared her throat and dusted off her suit. "No, -snort- we in fact, did NOT kidnap -Reader- -Last Name-"

Bruce seemed to stiffen at the lack of use of "Wayne" in that sentence.

You sighed. "Apex, Rogue, please head back to the base. Ill meet you there soon."

Taylor started to protest. "Bu-" you cut her off. You didn't like using your power over them as the team leader, but right now, you had too.

"Rogue, that was an order." you say coldly. She saluted you before melting into the shadows. Luke hugged you, then mimicked her motion and followed suite.

Robin stepped forward, unsheathing his katana, you however left your arms crossed and swords sheathed.

Cass grabbed his hood yanking him back.

Suddenly every muscle in your body stiffens, the hairs on your back rise. Without looking you draw a knife from your waist and throw it at the sniper hidden on a stack of containers.

It makes contact with a loud thump and he cries out, accidentally rolling off his hiding spot and dropping to the ground with a groan, before going limp.

Ouch. Not dead but that's gonna hurt. You were praying that your bodycam got that. That was like the fourth coolest thing you've done.

You turn your attention back to your family and suddenly twp loud puffs sound. The first tranquilizer misses but the second one hits in an unarmoured spot on your inner thigh. You grunt, falling to your knees. Body going slowly limp.

"Missed one." You manage to get out.

That earns you a small chuckle from somewhere in the shadows.

Nightwing steps out from behind a container and pulls out a needle.

Your eyes widen. He grabs your head. Your arms were already too sluggish to resist. He tilts it to the side and injects the sedative into your neck. Your vision starts clouding. Right before your eyes close you mutter,

"Chris, engage lights out protocol."

The fuzzy darkness sucks you in and you drift off. Your head lolls and you feel your brother harshly grab your hood and drag you off.

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a/n: WHOA THAT WAS CRAZYYY. BUT DONT WORRY GUYS, IM WRITING PART 5 SOON!!!! Also if you guys have any questions about the story or just questions in general, let me know!

part 1 part 2 part 4

part 3, part 2 kind of lost the plot tbh😭😭😭

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You walked in to find the entire family standing in front of the entrance. Immediately getting flashbacks of when you got first recruited to the team.

Bruce crosses his arms "We need to talk."

"Uhhh here, right now?"

"No, let's move to the living room."

Think fast. Think fast. Your eyes darted around the room. Dick. He wasn't looking at you... Wait! That little bitch totally snitched on you to Bruce!!! Oh you were not doing this right now.

"Sorry I actually have plans, can this wait until tomo-"

"No. Cancel the plans -Reader-"

Ohhh you were totally screwed.

"Sure um I'm just gonna use the bathroom first!"

"Fine, we'll meet you in the living room. Hurry."

You awkwardly moved past them trying your best not to sprint. You walked into the bathroom, waiting until you heard their steps recede to the downstairs living room, before stepping out to your room, only a few doors over. The issue was that you couldn't take the main door. Way too loud, way too close. You closed your eyes with a groan. That left one option.

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You stood at the edge of your window staring down, you only had a few minutes until someone got sent up to check on you meaning that you had to go, fast. The good thing is that Wayne mayor's exterior is filled with small things making it easier for rock climbing, specifically the large decorative stone window sill that ran around this portion of the house, and most of the windows had some sort of coverage on top of them that you could step on.

You swing your legs outside the window, unfortunately you don't keep much gear in the manor. You were currently wearing your armored suit under a hoodie, loose cargo pants and combat boots.

So in theory if you fell you wouldn't break anything major, you would break something, but nothing that would kill you.

With a sharp exhale you slowly lowered yourself out, dangling your feet down to see if you could reach the small covering, only to find that you had several feet of a drop below you. You looked around and.. BINGO!

A large metal drain pipe that should be able to hold your weight for a little bit was only a few feet away. You swung your feet back and forth gaining momentum before launching yourself forward into the pipe. One of the daggers on your hip clanged loudly against the pipe and you winced. Everyone is currently in the room with a window about five meters away. You made your way down as quiet as possible.

Somehow you got your bike away from the manor and to the front gates, you punched in the code and turned on your bike. Driving off into the night.

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You had no idea where you were going but you needed to leave Gotham. Your phoned buzzed as you pulled into a gas station.

-2 new messages-

Dick Grayson: Hey -Reader-! Where are you? Bruce is pretty mad rn 😳 He's telling Timbo to track your location, you should probably come back!

Samantha Cruise: Optional international mission. Luke and Taylor already at the airport.

You breathe a sigh of relief through your helmet before shooting Sam a text back:

-Reader-: Sure!!! On my way, ETA 25 min.

-Samantha Cruise liked your message-

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The ride to the airport was long and cold, but worth it when you saw Luke and Taylor.

Their faces lit up as they ran to hug you.

"-Reader-!!!!! I missed you so much!!!!" Taylor squealed, pulling a sandwich out of her bag and shoving the venti iced coffee she was holding into your hands. A wide grin spread across your face

"God i love you" you say hugging her again

Luke coughed behind you "oh so what am I then?"

You laugh softly placing your coffee and sandwich on the table before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Don't worry, I love you too."

"I've missed you babe." He said quietly

"I missed you too" you let go of him and he reluctantly releases you.

"You'll never guess what happened with Bruce"

A sharp voice sounds from behind the three of you "Agents -Your First Initial-, L and T." Sam says as she approaches you, the woman was short, about 5'3 so all of you towered over her, but her height didn't change the fact that Luke, Taylor and you were absolutely terrified of her.

Luke mock salutes her, and she raises a brow, he drops his arm with a grin.

"We're boarding in fifteen." She turns to leave

"Wait Sam, the anti-tracking software was updated on this phone right?"

She frowns, "Yes. You coded it yourself. Why?"

You shake your head "no reason."

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One of the many benefits to being one of the most important assets to a government agency was the billions of dollars they poured into you and your team. Pretty much anything you wanted, you got. As far as the government and half the world was concerned the three most dangerous people alive were on this plane.

You were in a private and reserved section of an airport, the entire lounge screamed luxury. The bar was locked and poorly guarded of course, even though Sam knew full well the three of you could kill or at least incapacitate everyone in this room in less than five seconds, and the lock was little more than a joke. The three of you were 90% sure the man by the liquor case had a camera and a wire on him, but you didn't mind.

You decided that now was probably the best time to tell your friends about what happened with your family.

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The plane had wifi. Dick called three times. On the fourth you picked up.

"-READER-!!!!! FINALLY! BRUCE IS FREAKING OUT. WHERE ARE YOU?"

"Put me on speaker." You ordered. He already was, Taylor was sweeping her dark auburn locks into a loose pony tail, and opening a bag of m&m's, Luke entered the private jets cabin holding a large bowl of popcorn. You rolled your eyes playfully as they dumped the chocolate into the bowl, a long standing traditional snack between the three of you.

Bruce's voice took over the phone, his voice deadly calm

" -Reader-, can you tell me why the security cameras show you jumping out of your bedroom window?"

Luke scoffed, he had a deep set hate for Bruce despite never meeting him, "Says something about your parenting skills doesn't it, if your child chooses jumping out of a window over having a conversation with you."

"Luke wait!" too late, he and Taylor had already crossed the plane and were telling Bruce off.

"Yeah and the reason your pathetic attempts at tracking your daughter are failing is because of HER code." Luke added

"Yeah! So make like your hairline and back off asshole!" Taylor spat.

You lunged for your phone, ducking under Luke's outstretched arm and into the bathroom, locking the door. You hung up and called Alfred, even though you were fully aware they were all in the same room.

"Alfred? I'm safe, don't worry and... I'm going to Japan."

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a/n: Hiiiii if y'all are interested I can give some backstories on Taylor and Luke or i can do a one shot of one of their missions, specifically the one where -Reader- got her scar! If yes, that would mean that the main story gets a little delayed. TYSM FOR ALL THE LOVE IVE GOTTEN SO FAR!!!!!!!! XOXO

part 1 part 3 part 4

a/n: pls lmk if you have ideas for the story!!!

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You woke up with a groan, slamming your phone which was blasting "pocketful of sunshine", looks like Taylor got a hold of your phone again.

You checked the time, 4:30 am. Your phone was blown up with messages from Luke and Taylor about watching the sunrise in New York and getting breakfast afterwards. Looks like sleeping in wasn't an option, even though it is summer break. You swing your legs off the bed, the cold floor waking you up. Sort of. You quickly change into a pair of jeans and some random band t-shirt, carrying a hoodie and leather jacket because Gotham is always cold in the mornings, grabbing your motorcycle helmet and gloves on the way out. First task of the day: coffee. Since you didn't feel like working the espresso machine and Alfred wasn't awake, you opted for the drip. You walk in quietly, you were halfway through pouring it into your favourite superman mug (out of spite for your father) when Dick walked in.

"Hey Baby bird!"

you don't turn around, assuming he's talking to Damian, who usually gets up around this time according to Alfred.

"Baby bird?" He places his hand your shoulder.

You jump in surprise spilling the coffee all over yourself.

"OW!!! shit shit shit" you mutter desperately trying to salvage the soggy shirt. Dick grabs a rag and starts dabbing the shirt franticly. You lift the shirt up slightly. You wiped your now muscled stomach, revealing a deep scarlet scar that cut from the upper right side of your stomach across your ribcage and down to your left hip. Along with several bruises and smaller cuts all in various stages of healing. His hand falls from your shirt, as you slowly look up, now realizing your mistake.

To your absolute surprise he grins and says "Whoa Baby bird! Sick scar!!!"

"Uh thanks?"

"We should probably clean the mess up before Alfred whoops our asses!"

You pick up a rag and start wiping down the counter, after you finish cleaning the coffee you pull on your hoodie and jacket.

"Uh Dick?"

"Wait -Reader-, why are you up this early anyways?"

"I'm going out to watch the sunset with a few of my friends. I'll see you later. Okay?"

"Oh yeah sure, here just give me your number first! I just got a new phone and all my contacts got wiped!"

Bullshit. He's had that phone for three years, he just never got your number in the first place. You quickly type your number into his contacts then snatch your helmet, gloves, wallet and phone and head out.

---AFTER -READER- LEAVES---

"No you don't understand Bruce, the scar was huge, and jagged, it was still a bit red, this was recent. That type of wound probably required stitches, with how deep it was, maybe even surgery! And the bruises were also recent, some from a few weeks ago some looked as fresh as a few days ago. -Reader- is up to something." Dick was worried. What was his Baby bird doing?

Bruce tapped his fingers on the side of the batcomputer. "And you're sure this wasn't special affects makeup or something?"

"I'm sure."

"Since when did -Reader- have a motorcycle?" Tim asked, leaning on the railing above one of the caves bigger drops.

Bruce shook his head "I don't remember buying one, or approving of one".

Damian was pissed off to say the least. The dogs seemed to prefer you over him, and now you thought that you could keep things from the world's greatest detectives? He said as much.

"Well she doesn't know about our.... night lives yet." Cass said quietly

Duke's knee bounced "I still feel like we should tell her."

Damian rolled his eyes "Please, she wouldn't be able to handle it."

Tim sighed, "I dunno Damian, if what Dick is telling us is true, then maybe she's been through a lot more then we know."

At that moment, the bat computer beeped, and showed camera footage of three different sports bikes pulling into the driveway. The one leading the group hopped off, hugging their friends before waving them goodbye and yanking off their helmet. You combed your fingers through your hair a few times before turning off the bike tossing the key in the air, catching it and walking inside.

"Looks like we'll get to ask her." Steph said with a sigh.

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As far as you were concerned, you weren't a Wayne. Not by name, association or any other factor other than genetics. Bruce Wayne was your father biologically but that is all there is to it.

You got taken in at age 8, finding out about everyone's secret night lives only a few weeks into your stay there. Did you care? Not particularly. It didn't matter to you, not until you over heard everyone in the dining room late at night

"I think we should tell her" Dick said

"That decision isn't yours to make" Bruce answered,

Damian scoffed harshly " it's not like she can figure it out on her own, she's defenseless, has no training, and has never seen the real world."

You know more than he ever realized.

Tim hummed "For once im going to agree with Damian, -Reader- is practically blind"

Tears blurred your eyes and their voices slowly muffled as you quietly snuck back to your room.

---THREE YEARS LATER---

Over the past few years you have been building a small reputation. You were highly ranked in several martial arts and had picked up more than a few languages, you excelled in school. Not that anyone ever seemed to notice. Until one day, someone did. Four men and a woman in suits stepped out of an SUV outside the library after you dropped off several books on mandarin that you had finished. You ignored them, why wouldn't you?

The woman stepped into your path, your eyes diverted from the Spotify playlist you were currently searching through. You attempted to side step around her but found one of the larger men blocking your path. You clear your throat, eyes flicking up at the woman who was wearing a suit that probably costed more than your entire closet.

"Y/n, l/n?" She crosses her arms.

"Do I know you?" You ask wearily

"No, but we certainly know you" she nods at a man to her right and he reaches into his suit pocket and pulls out a business card. You raise an eyebrow.

"You seriously think im going to take the name and address of some random la-" your sentence cuts out as you take a look at the card, it's made of a thick paper, the fancy and expensive kind. At the front etched in an elegant script it read

"Samantha Cruise, Central Intelligence Agency (CIA), huh I sure as hell didn't expect that."

You looked up to see the group of five already walking back to the car.

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Long story short, you now worked under a secret law enforcement agency unit that works across the USA aswell as internationally. At first, you worked in a pair.

You met Luke on your first day on the job. Dark hair, light eyes, and a small smirk playing on his face. He was gorgeous. And yet he fell first. You were strictly forbidden from having any romantic relationship with him but you never let it affect your work lives. A few months in a new member joined, Taylor. Auburn hair, green eyes. And you couldn't ask for better friends. Taylor had a boyfriend so your relationship with Luke never bothered her.

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[While you were gone on a mission in Russia]

-Damian's POV-

Titus and Ace were scratching on a guest room door, begging to get in. Why the two dogs wanted to get into an empty room was beyond him. Maybe a ball had rolled while they were playing and the door shut? He opened the door, it creacked slightly. The dogs rushed in.To his surprise he found a bedroom that was very clearly in use. Leds and fairy lights were strung up on the ceiling, group photos of people he didn't recognize and weirdest of all, shelved and after further investigation, boxes full of what even Damian had to admit, were extremely impressive awards. Noone that he knew of resided in this part of the manor. That left only one possible conclusion.

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"Father, we have a squatter in the west wing" Damian calmly said.

Tim snorted out some water out of his nose, coughing before saying "Sorry? You can't just drop that out of nowhere!"

Dick raised an eyebrow, and Steph choked slightly. Even Cass was confused.

Bruce's eyebrows furrowed "Care to elaborate?"

Damian explained the situation, the trophies, pictures, books with no dust, and the slightly messed up bed.

Before the situation could escalate further, Alfred interrupted,

"That would be Miss -Reader-'s room." His tone was slightly clipped, as if dissapointed.

Bruce stared for a bit as if recalling the name before leaning back in his chair.

"Oh, yes of course, -Reader-...."

By the end of dinner the small bedroom was filled with the entire family, inspecting every inch of it.

"Alfred, where is she?" Steph asked in a quiet tone

"Out."

Cass picked up a medal that read "first place, kickboxing state championship", she places it down before picking up a dusty picture of you smiling with genuine joy and posing with several of your friends in a coffee shop, laid in front of you were heaps of papers, it looked to be a study session for something.

"How long has she been "out" for?"

Alfred shifted his weight. "Three days Miss Cassandra"

Bruce snapped his head back at Alfred "She has been gone for three days and didn't tell any of us?"

You cleared your throat, all heads turned to the doorway.

You stood there leaning on it, bored expression on your face, "Can you blame me?"

A satisfied smirk crosses your face as their eyes widen slightly, taking you in. You looked incredibly different then when you did when you were 8, you now stood taller than almost everyone in the room. At 5'10 you were the same height as Dick and Alfred, not to mention the muscle and scars you had gained after spending time on the job, as well as everything you did to get there of course.

Alfred stepped forward trapping you in a hug, he accidentally grabbed one of the many knives you currently had strapped on your person.

You took a sharp breath and Alfred stepped backwards.

You smile before glancing at the door and gesturing for everyone to leave.

"I missed you Alfred, but im exhausted and I really want to go to bed. Love you."

"I love you too" Alfred quietly replied before herding the now incredibly confused family out of the small room.

You slammed the door and collapsed on your bed.

That went great.

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A/n:

[ mid summer, somewhere on the middle of the forest ]

Dick- "dude how are all of us getting completely eaten alive by these mosquitoes and you three are just fine?"

Cass- "well that's easy! Its ju-"

Jason- "A SECRET LEAGUE TECHNIQUE!"

Tim- "what are you talking about?"

Damian- "in the league of assassins we were taught how to repel mosquitoes by manipulating body heat"

Cass- "that's right!

Duke- "am I missing out on something?"

Tim- "No, we are all just as confused as you are"

Dick- "please tell me you're gonna teach us!"

Cass- "sorry! Sworn to secrecy!"

Damian- "we took a blood oath."

-15 minutes earlier-

[Cass Damian and Jay huddled behind a tree]

Jason- You brought the last bottle of bug spray right?

Cass- yep! Walmart is completely out and Alfred gave us the last can of this stuff!

Damian- so we're sticking to the league body heat bs story right?

one shot of damian getting sick and hiding it terribly

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One thing Damian Wayne is not, is a loser. It just doesn't happen. He wins in everything, best grades, best fighter, best strategist. Always the fastest, always the strongest. Weak was not a word in his vocabulary. Neither was sick. Nothing less was expected from him in the league. However, things changed when he came to the manor.

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Everyday Damian Wayne wakes up on schedule, today to say the least, didn't happen. Instead of his usual 5 am weekend start, he slept in. The feeling was foreign.

He was awoken by four soft knocks on his bedroom door followed by Alfred's soft question,

"Master Damian? Are you awake? It is already quite late."

Damian shot up out of bed, checking the time his mouth slightly agape. 1:32 pm. Impossible.

He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand and looked again, it stayed the same.

Alfred cleared his throat from behind the door

"Yes Alfred, I have been awake for a long time, just catching up on homework."

He knew Alfred could tell it was a blatant lie. Damian was never behind on homework therefore could never catch up to it.

"Very well Master Damian, there is lunch on the table if you are hungry."

Alfreds footsteps receded down the hallway.

Damian moved quickly, changing out of his pajamas and making a partially unsuccessful attempt at taming his hair. He stood up, a seemingly normal action had caused Damian to double over in a coughing fit. And a now he had a growing headache. What was happening? Had he been exposed to some sort of toxin? Ignoring the symptoms he was experiencing he headed down to breakfast lunch.

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"Woah you look even more pissed off than usual"

"Shut it Todd"

It felt way too early to deal with condescending attempts at conversation.

"Were you.... asleep?" Dick asked with an odd tone,

Damian sniffed,

"No Grayson, I was not."

Now his nose was running, the dining room's light was giving him a headache and the smell of the eggs that he was picking at was making him nauseous. Damian briskly excused himself and retreated back to his room.

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"So we can all agree that demon brat is sick right?"

Everyone simultaneously nodded their heads.

"The question is how do we trick him into taking nyquil?" Tim asked

"Good luck" Steph scoffed

A riot of muffled coughs was heard from upstairs, Dick winced.

"So soup, advil and praying we dont get stabbed by a katana?"

"Sounds good to me!" Jason replied even though he looked slightly dissapointed at the lack of traps included in the plan.

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Damian has been at the brink of death more than once in his life but this was another type of pain. Everything ached. There was more pressure in his sinuses than at the bottom of the ocean, his head was pounding and whenever he spoke his voice was raspy and quickly taken over by a coughing fit. Maybe training would help. He had missed the session he had planned earlier this morning after all.

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"Are you sure we want to confront..... that?"

Damian's sword plunged through the stomach of a dummy.

"Jason he's a sick little kid. What's the worst he can do?" Dick said with a small worried smile.

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With a loud thump the training dummies head fell to the ground. Taking a step back, Damian sheathed his sword, turning around towards the group of echoing footsteps.

"Hey Dami! How are you feeling!" Stephanie said with a wide grin.

"Why? What did you do??? If you dyed my robin cape hot pink again im going to eat the pop tarts you stashed in the pantry."

Steph gasped "You wouldn't...."

Jason raised his eyebrows "he most definitely would!"

Dick cleared his throat "that's not what we're here to talk about, uh Dami... we noticed you might not be feeling great?"

Damian raised an eyebrow " I feel just fi-" a flurry of coughs interrupted him mid sentence.

"Right. So we brought some stuff for you! Cass?"

Cassandra walked up to the group, tray in hand.

"Why would I need, nyquil, advil, orange juice, chicken noodle soup, tea and a fatson todd plushy? I'm not sick. "

"Never said you were! But uh are you?" Steph asked.

Damian sniffed " I AM NOT SICK. Illness is a mind set you just have to be strong enou-" his speech was broken off by an odd sound as his face paled, he suddenly broke into a run towards the nearest bat bucket ( Canon it's just a bucket with a bat on it, Bruce offers it to Selena in a comic). Damian retches into the bucket, spits, then stands up, brushing off his pants. He clears his throat.

"Fine, we'll tell Alfred". Tim threatens

"I'll get into bed."

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Mini Chapter:

-Jason, sitting in a chair facing the camera:

" I did it."

INTERVIEWER- "did what?"

" Damian bribed Stephanie with poptarts to put fart spray on all my gear after I called him a sword wielding rat, so I licked his fork last week when I was sick before dinner."

-something drops behind the camera-

"I KNEW IT TODD, FORKS SHOULDNT BE WET FOR NO REASON, ILL KILL YOU!!!!"

Jason stands up pulls of his mic, whispering "thank you Sandy" before throwing it at someone behind the camera and sprinting off the scene.

INTERVIEWER (Sandy)- "GOOD LUCK JAY!"

Tim finds out that -Reader-'s sleep schedule is probably worse than his.

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Long nights and bright sleep deprived days were Tim's norm. He liked his alone time, but sometimes the silence got to him.

Most nights Tim's routine was the same, patrol, report, eat, work, and then try to scrounge up at least a few hours of sleep. It was undisturbed, the manor had a different type of hum at night, no siblings screaming or things shattering, but clocks ticking and tech quietly humming.

However -Reader-'s nights were slightly different : sneak back into the manor from whatever they were doing that night, raid the fridge, then homework before bed. The two adopted siblings schedules have never ever interfered with each others before.

Your window sill lets out a small creak under the weight of your foot, as you slip in through the window with practiced ease. Today's sneak out was particularly brutal, during your evening stroll around Gotham you encountered two large teenage boys ganging up on a smaller middle schooler who was pressing a red Spider-Man backpack up against his chest.

"C'mon kid, we just want the twenty bucks!" the taller one said,

"p-please! I need it for lunch tomorrow!!!" the small child let out a whimper.

"I call bullshit" one of the teenagers slurred, clearly drunk. Against your better judgment you walk up to the shakedown with a small smirk playing on your face.

" Aw come on guys! What is this, Disney channel? Taking lunch money is a little... I don't know, cliché?" The more sober of the two teenage boys turned his attention away from the kid before tilting his head at you and asking his larger friend,

"Who's this bitch?".

You throw out a quote from a book they wouldn't recognize. Might as well finally put it to use.

"Only those that cannot express themselves intelligently would resort to such crude substitutions in vocabulary." The drunk dudes thick eyebrows furrow together

"huh?". He grunts.

You sigh rubbing your forehead. Idiots.

" Just leave the kid alone, okay?". You hear the scuffle of shoes and see the middle schooler sprinting fast out of the alley and down the street.

"So that leaves the four of us..." the drunk one grunts,

"so you are both horizontally AND mentally challenged?" You query with a shit eating grin. Before you can process what happened, your head snaps back and you see the smaller of the two pull his fist back. shaking his hand out, you reach up to just below your right eye and swipe your finger under the now probably bruised, throbbing part of your eye and check for blood. Nada. You let out a hum of disappointment as if you were expecting a better hit, before pulling your own fist back and sucker punching the guy in the gut, he bends in half, letting out ragged coughs of air, as his buddy steps forward.

You lace your fingers around the back of his friends head yanking it down while simultaneously driving your knee up into his nose with a sickening crack. The one you punched in the stomach earlier was beginning to recover from the coughing fit and you took that as your sign to get out.

One foot in front of the other you sprint back the whole way home. Finally getting into the manors grounds and outside your second story room. You winced as you looked up at your rooms balcony. Not wanting to risk everyone finding you with a giant black eye and Alfred's inevitable lecture, you opt to avoid the main entrances and start the climb back up to the miniature balcony.

After about ten minutes of sweating, silently screaming, dodging the view of cameras and cursing under your breath, you manage to finally find your way in. Somehow you to got to your room without TOO much trouble. You rushed through your bathroom routine, not bothering to conceal your black eye, who would be up at this hour to see it anyways? So you resume your regular routine, much more gingerly but nevertheless normally, sneaking down into the kitchen, hair curlers in, wearing a baggy blue t-shirt and red and black plaid PJ bottoms you whipped open the fridge, rifling through to try and find the meatball sub you KNOW you left on one of the shelves.

However a small creak gives Tim away, you spin around making embarrassing eye contact as you hold half of a meatball sub in your mouth, an iced coffee in your left hand and a fork in your right.

" Shit" you muttered around the bread in your mouth. Tim slowly walks forward as if approaching a scared animal, taking in the giant red turning purple-ish bruise blossoming underneath your eye. He seemingly reaches for it, then swoops his hand under your semi- outstretched arm and under your shoulder, snatching a defrosting cheese pizza slice from the shelf behind you.

Tim wouldn't snitch, at least you didn't think so. You really don't know him well enough to judge. So you kick the fridge door close and pull the sandwich out of your mouth and hold it in your fork hand, before quietly following Tim back out. He heads in the general direction of the Batcave you aren't supposed to know about, and you tread up the stairs.

Silently praying that he won't tell a soul.