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'As long as I live, you will be loved.'

☆▪︎♡° Oya goddess of wind and change has a daughter with Bruce Wayne. Not to mention most of camp halfblood falls for the young demigod? °♡▪︎☆

Dc x pjo crossover

Notes; not proofread and some characters might be a bit oc and reader is black or in this case mixed. So poc.

Warnings: mentions of stillborn child, miscarriages. Mentions of death and sickness.

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Oya Goddess of wind, storm, and change had never asked for anything.

Not even a silver piece of praise from the mortals or the gods and yet she was always praised.

Praised for her strength and independence. For her humility and kindness even when it wasn't necessary.

She didn't blink twice at other gods. Zues even admired her from afar.

Other gods watched in jealousy as her attention was focused on the mortals that she called her tribe.

She'd give them rain when the season was dry and give them prosperous vegetables when their soul was bare.

In return the mortals worshipped at her feet. No one daring to curse her name. Not out of fear but out of respect.

Because of her strength and wisdom her people and the gods had never thought she'd ever fall inlove. Much less have children.

Yet, they were sorely mistaken. The goddess of wind wanted nothing more then to have a child of her own.

To love and care for as she saw the mothers in her tribe do.

So she 'pretended' that she fell for the God of love's trick.

She'd bare the child of Eros happily as long as it was hers.

And all was well, her people threw gifts at her feet, happy that their goddess had something that made her feel complete.

That was until the child was born. Stillborn, not a breath in its chest.

And though the goddess was tired from birthing even in her weak state she knew that a baby was supposed to cry when born.

Her tribe barely survived the storms of that year. Heavy on heart she didn't dare try for another, for years.

A decade later she had another with another God.

Deciding that Eros was at fault that her first child hadn't survived. It was easier to blame him when he wasn't even their to bury their stillborn child.

Her second child was with Ares the strong God more faithful to her then the first. He worshiped her throughout her pregnancy.

But when the second child had died before she even birth it she pushed Ares away.

Never wanting to see him agian. And so he left. Deciding that if that's what she wanted he'd give her that.

Years became decades until decades faded into centuries. Yet, each child she birth had never survived.

The goddess mourned each one. Never forgot their names or the lives they were supposed to live.

She buried them near her home. And visited them daily.

Then one night she slept with a mortal. A supposedly good one.

Not something she was proud of but it helped pass the pain.

And Bruce didn't complain as the goddess found herself in his bed almost every night.

Though unplanned the goddess found herself carrying the mortals child she didn't tell the others gods like before.

She kept this one a secret. Not in fear of judgment, but just so she could mourn this one in silence.

She didn't want or need comfort when the unstoppable happened once agian.

She'd sing to the babe night after night. Trying to comfort it from the dreadful death that was bound to come for it.

She'd told it about its brothers and sisters waiting for it in the sky.

Her hands gentle caressing her bumb as she felt the baby move.

She vowed you'd be her last child. Knowing she couldn't bear to lose another after you.

"You'll be my gift to your siblings.." she promised decideding that if she couldn't give her children any of things she had. She would give them you.

Though bitter sweet she still felt possessive. Not wanting to let you go, though she knew it would happen.

Months passed and you grew in her stomach ,strong. But so did some of the others. She didn't dare hope.

But she did pray.

Then you were born, and she heard your beautiful cries like angels singing in her ears and she almost didn't believe it as she held you in her arms.

"So beautiful..." she whispered as she held you.

"Nothing will ever harm you....." she promised at night as she laid with you on her chest.

And once agian she was back to her joyful days. With the wind in her hair and you in her arms nothing could ever bring her down.

Her tribe worshiped her and loved you. For with you born the plants grew faster and in numbers. The weather was good and it had stopped flooding.

You were dressed in the finest cloth and your hair always with flowers.

Your skin was a bit lighter then your mother's due to who your father was so your mother gave you jewelry that complimented your skin.

You grew with the children in the village your small feet wanting to go anywhere they went.

Your mother smiled a sad thought that you would've done the same with your older siblings had they been alive.

You thrived in your tribe and loved your mother as she loved you. Not a day went by without your mother taking you to your siblings grave.

And when you understood what she was saying you babbled to them complete nonsense as if they were alive.

Your mother smiled as you remembered their names and your small hands touched their stones as if you were touching them.

"I see that she was never a gift I was to send you my children....but a gift you all sent me." Your mother whispered as she laid you down in bed one night.

Forever grateful you were hers.

You grew like a flower so fast atleast in your mother's eyes.....

Then you grew sick.

Far to fast and harsh to be a silly cold. You were three not understanding how to tell your mother you didn't feel so well.

She had the best doctors and nurses from everywhere try and figure out why you were hopelessly sick.

Word spread like fire in a forest that the Oya had a child.

Most gods filled with envy that she had a child with someone who wasn't them. Until they heard that the child was sick.

All ears perked up and all wings, boats ,and feet dashed to get to her. In hopes of helping her child and winning her favor.

But it was as clear as day why the child was sick when the gods saw the small child.

"I'm killing her?" Your mother whispers not wanting to disturb your sleep.

'Yes....' Zeus clarifies.

'She's not a pure blooded God. She's a demigod..... your not allowed to be in her life.' Athena whispers hands gently on your mother shoulders trying to ease her pain.

'No, this can't be...I just got her....'

'You have to let her go....or she'll die.' Eros the last person in the world your mother wanted to see right now says.

And though she'd rather beat him to a pulp them agree with him, she knew he was right.

So with tearful eyes and a heavy heart she sent her most trustful nymphs to check on your father.

Bruce Wayne.

She had cut off all ties with that man as soon as she knew she was pregnant with you. Deciding that he didn't need to bear the hurt of a dead child.

When the nymphs arrived they told your mother that he wasn't in good shape. A child of his own had just passed. Jason.

She remembers that boy vividly. She knew that she needed someone strong to raise you and a mourning father wouldn't do.

So she sent her nymphs out agian. And they found someone more.....suitable.

'She's an Amazon your majesty....she'll do until the child is old enough to go to camp.'

Your mother nodded having fought along side the Amazon women before and trusting them deeply despite her lack of knowledge of this specific woman.

'And she agreed?' Your mother ask. Watching you as you played in the flower filed. Though you were sick you still wanted to run and play so your mother let you...

Because she knew soon you wouldn't be here.

'Yes.' The nymphs reply.

'She leaves tomorrow....let me have this day with her....'

She spent the whole day with you. Holding you mesmerizing your touch. Your eyes the color and feel of your skin.

She'd miss you forever. Is all she thought about. She'd watch you from afar yes. But it'd never be that same.

'I give you this gift. It's my favorite thing in the world, other then you.' She mutters as she puts a necklace over your head.

You smile happily playing with necklace as your mother continues to hold you.

It's a gold necklace with a pendent of your mother symbol.

'And when the time is right....we will meet agian.' She whisper tears falling down her face as your little hands make haste to wipe them.

Though your mother rather not have them here alot of gods had shown up to send you on your way with gifts.

Though after everyone was down there was three who shocked everyone. Since they hardly ever gave their own children gifts, much less someone else's.

Ares steps up taking you from your mother's arms.

'To you, little one, I give the gift of strength. Let your strength be as strong as your heart. And let all your battles end with your victory.'

Your small eyes shinned with a dark blue light before it quickly disappeared.

The war God begrudgingly handed you over to Aphrodite silently wishing you were his to keep.

Aphrodite smiles as she holds you. Skin a lighter shade of your mother and almost mirroring your mother's reflection.

'To you, my dear I give the gift of beauty. May men and women gravel at your feet for your wit and beauty.'

The goddess smiles as your eyes turn a bright pink before it disappears agian.

The last one is Eros and your mother gives him a stern glare daring him to mess this up.

'You already have the beauty and the strength ,my love. So to you, I give the gift of love. May you never be without love. That all who meet you be smitten by your compassion and heart.'

Your eyes glow a deep red before the go back to normal.

Eros smiles as he hands you back to your mother. To say you will be loved would be an understatement he thinks to himself .

Your mother sighs a heavy and saddened breathe before kissing your head and giving you over to her trustful nymphs.

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'Oya has entrusted you with her dearest trusure. Do not mess this up.' Your mother's nymphs warn handing Diana you.

You reach out for your mother's nymphs wanting them to take you back to your mother like they always have.

They give you a sad smile and wave before they disappear. You whine and reach out but their already gone.

'It's just you and me now.....' Diana whispers tucking your curly hair behind your ear.

Almost like you understand exactly what she meant you begin crying. Tears of fear and sadness fill your eyes and Diana's apartment echos with your sobs.

Your mother watches from a mirror that Zues had given her to see exactly where you are 24/7.

Your mother's tribes expected rain for the next few months or years. But none came..

Just big Grey clouds.

Like she didn't want the sun to shine if not with you. And it didn't.

In Gotham the rain flooded the streets matching your tears almost completely.

And Diana wondered if you had something to do with it. When you slept the rain stopped and when you cried so did the clouds.

She figured you'd have powers she just didn't know to what extent.

She did know one thing though. She promised to care for you like a mother would. And that's what she would do.

Time passed and though your mother's heart ached as she watch you forget her, your home and your siblings. She was happy you had stopped crying.

Even if her sorrow didn't.

And Diana loved you like a mother. Almost not wanting you to go to school for the first time.

You made friends quickly finding peace easy.

You grew in beauty, strength and love where ever you went as promised.

The years went and your mother never stopped watching you.

You grew up thinking your mother was Diana. And your mother didn't despise Diana for never telling you the truth.

She knew Diana cared for you as well and if thinking that Diana was your mother is what was best for you then she'd happily sit in sorrow for eternity waiting to face you once more.

Your powers grew to be unstable. Wind bending at your will and storms conveying to your emotions. You were quick to learn how to defend with a sword like breathing.

Diana taught you what she could. She taught you all that she'd known. But eventually you had become better then her.

She admired your strength and it wasn't long until she made you her sidekick.

But fate had interviened and whether your mother planned it or not you were bound to meet your father.

You were ten when you first saw him. You didn't think much of him just surprised you'd actually get to meet batman.

But Bruce the ever knowing genius he was knew there was something diffrent about you.

He didn't comment on it. Scared he was wrong. Like his head was playing tricks on him.

He kept you close when he could. Asking you questions even asking Diana questions. But she'd never tell him the truth.

You on the other hand told him what you thought was the truth.

That you got your powers from Diana since you were part Amazon like her. Atleast that's what you thought.

You met Tim back then and kinda of clicked. It was a sweet bond you to shared. Nothing romantic, just natural.

As your powers grew monster began coming. You didn't notice it at first. Far to busy with school and friends and being a hero.

But Diana did.

She kept it hidden from you. Killing monsters out of sight.

And when you asked about that demon monster she'd been caught fighting in the news? She'd say it was just another villian.

Eventually the monsters got to powerful. To many in numbers and Diana knew it was time to take you to the camp.

It was your last day on patrol before you and Diana went on your 'family trip'.

You and Tim had sat on a rooftop talking about anything and everything when batman showed up.

His all black suit doing nothing to hide him from your senses.

'Hey batman.' You say waving as he makes himself know.

And Bruce doesn't know why he's never noticed but as he steps closer in the dim moonlight something shimmers on your neck.

A necklace.

Bruce would remember that necklace no matter how long its been.

It was your mother's....

Your head tilts confused to why he's staring at you but he makes not comment about it.

'Everything okay?' You joke smiling.

'Everything's fine....' Bruce mutters back his eyes snapping to meet yours...

Well if what he was thinking was true he did have some of your blood at the batcave from where you had gotten hurt to check your DNA.

'Tim we need to go home.'

'But she's leaving for the summer! Can't I stay for a little longer?!' Tim whines dramatically.

'No, this is.....serious.'

Tim's sighs before waving goodbye reminding you to text him.

You wave a big smile on your face as you make your way back home. Excited for your vacation.

Only to see Diana absolutely freaking out.

Her usually perfect hair is a mess and her hands quickly throw your clothes in a suitcases.

'Mom, what's wrong?' You ask.

She completely ignores you as she grabs your hand pulling you out the apartment locking the door.

She rushes you to her car throwing your suitcase in the trunk.

She quick to get as far away from the apartment as possible.

'Your hurt.....' You comment seeing a fresh scar on her cheek.

'I'm fine.' She replies.

You hum seeing her tense face.

'Mom....what's going on?' You ask not being able to stop yourself.

'We... we just had to get out of there.'

'Why not fly?'

'They can track us better in the air.' Diana says not thinking twice before mentally cursing herself for it.

'What can track us? Mom, what's tracking us?' You ask.

Diana was never one to run from a fight so you were definitely scared of whatever was tracking you guys.

'Baby, there's alot that you don't know... In your suitcase there's a note a letter from me. I wan't you to read it once we get there.'

You look at her confused not understanding why she couldn't just tell you now.

She doesn't turn to face you but you can see the tears that cloud her vision as she drives.

You think it's from fear, but it's not.

It's from sorrow. Sorrow of leaving you.

You don't speak for hours. The silence heavy on your worried heart as you stop at forest when Diana tells you to get out.

'Why are we here ,mom?' You question taking your suitcase from her hand. Then you notice it.

She didn't pack anything for her.

'Your not coming....are you?' You ask. Your voice small and scared.

'Think of this like a summer camp ,baby.'

You want to shrink. To hide. Or more importantly.

To go back home.

You can feel it. Something isn't right. It feels like all eyes are in you. Like your on the center of a stage and you don't know the script.

This isn't right.

'I want to go home.'

'Not right now ,baby..' Diana sighs cupping your face and tears want to fall from her eyes so bad but she doesn't allow them.

'Follow that trail... you'll be safe.'

She points to a long dirt trail and you turn to look at it before looking back at her.

She doesn't have the heart to tell you your not hers. That you never were.

That's she has no right to keep you. That she has no idea what's in those woods.

But that look in your eyes makes her want to puke. That helpless look. That scared look that you had when your mother's nymphs gave you to her.

She gets in her car.

'I'm scared.' You say your hand bunched into fist and she's seed it.

She does.

You want the truth. You deserve the truth.

But the truth was never her's to tell ,and you were never her's to keep.

'Just truth me.'

She says and you do.

Blindly you do.

Because she's your mom. She knows what's best right?

You nod one hand nervously fiddling with your nails while the other clutches your suitcase tight.

She puts the car into drive and looks away from you knowing she can't look at you as she leave.

'I love you ,mom.' You say your chest uneasy.

'I love you too.' She says as her foot hits the gas.

Though she knows it'll hurt she still looks at her mirror to make sure your walking down the trail.

Just like that you lose your second mother.

You walk down the trail and if you weren't so scared and nervous you would've thought it was nice.

Until you hear a scream that sounds like death. You almost chase after it, your hero instincts wanting to help.

But something deep inside of you tells you that whatever that is doesn't need help.

It's night by the time you see the camp.

The sky illuminated by the moon its a beautiful camp. Something that looks straight out of a movie.

Cabins all around but everyone seems to be asleep.

You knock on the big canines that says 'Camp Councilor' but no one opens.

Shame, you'll just have to sleep outside for tonight.

But there's no way your going to sleep on the ground.

The last thing you want to do is fight a bear in the middle of the night.

So you sleep in a tree hoping that all the dangerous animals are to tired to climb.

*****The week before at camp halfblood.*****

The clouds thundered and the sky was dark. As the Storm brewed all campers were inside.

No one seen when the new cabin appeared.

It was just there.

Like the wind brought it in.

'Who's symbol is that?' Percy asked his voice confused and slightly amused at the knew cabin.

'Oya, the goddess of the wind and storm ,or well change.' Annabeth replies.

All the campers gathered around the new cabin excited and some worried.

There's never been a new cabin before.

Smaller gods had there's kids stay with the Hermes kids not being 'good enough' for their own cabin.

So this God must've been special.

'Oya must be pretty powerful to get her kids a whole cabin.' Grover remarks as he watches some of the other campers try to look in the cabin or even open the door.

'Yeah, she is...but she's said to never been able to have kids.' Annabeth replies.

Percy however moves to try and open the door.

'It won't budge.' Percy whine jiggling the handle.

'That's right it won't.' Chrion says smiling as he takes in the big luxurious dark oak wood cabin.

'Why not?' Annabeth mutters.

'Oya had especially made this cabin for her daughter. Only she will decide who gets to enter.' Chrion replied shrugging.

'Not even you can get in?' Grover ask.

'Not even me.' Chiron clarifies.

'Wait this whole cabin is for one demigod?!' The other campers ask amazed. This was bigger then Percy's cabin.

Chiron nods smiling at the other campers jealousy.

'Well whoever she is I can't wait to see how strong she is.'

'Yeah, or how smart she is.'

'Guys can't we all be friends for once?'

****************Current day*******************

Diana walks back in her apartment the rooms feeling empty.

Your room feels empty.

'We need to talk.' Bruce voice makes her jump. How long had he been there?

He sits on her couch comfortably.

Not in his suit. Not batman. Just Bruce.

'Not now Bruce.' Diana replies motioning towards the door with her hand.

'Where is she?' Bruce ask his gaze looking over her. Noticing her tired expression. The cut on her cheek. Noticing the sadness.

'Who?' Diana ask playing along.

Bruce clears his throat fixing his tie and sitting forward.

'Let me refraze that.' His voice husky and cruel. Not Bruce.

Batman.

'Where is my daughter?'

Thanks for reading!!

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miniaturesuitgladiator · 1 month ago

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miniaturesuitgladiator · 2 months ago

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Platonic Yandere Batfamily x

Child Girlscout Reader!!

'In world where you can be anything be kind......'

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 This is part 4!!

'Your beautiful, where did you get your looks from?'

'Thank you! I look just like my mommy.....'

Your cute smile and round eyes had Bruce matching your reaction.

What you said was very true though you did look exactly like your mother.

Well, a smaller version atleast.

You tilt your head up to look at him still holding the purring cat in your arms peacefully.

'Who do you look like?' You ask.

It was a simple ,innocent, question really. One that you probably didn't put much thought in to ask.

Truthfully, it hurt bruce more then you'd expect. He knew that if you had known it would've hurt him you wouldn't have asked.

So ,obviously, doesn't blame you.

Instead he keeps composer and replies with a soft smile.

'I suppose I get my looks from my father.'

Truthfully he didn't really know. After his parents death he tried forgetting what they looked like. It was easier that way.

But he'd have nightmares and their memories never did fade their faces just kind of blurred.

He stopped staring at their pictures and painting in the manor along time ago. He didn't even know if Alfred had ever taken them down. Or if their still hung up in their old room.

'My mama says I have my daddy's smile!'

Your voice drags bruce out of his tournamented thoughts and he's quick to compose himself.

He had seen you smile alot. It was almost like you smiled more then you didn't. But he never really thought you had gotten it from your father. Although your smile doesn't really replicate your mother's.

'Is that so?' Bruce replies with an almost forced smile. Bruce loved the idea of you looking like your mother.

He loved the image that he could paint in his head with it. You could pass as his daughter because you had more traits of your mother then you did of your biological dad.

So bruce could always lie and say you were biologically his. That lie didn't really make much sense to him anyway. Because to him you were already his.

You nod softly looking down at the black cat in your small arms.

Glancing back up Dick's quick to grab your attention.

'There's someone we'd like you to meet..." He says grasping your shoulders gently and leading you to the astonishing living room.

You however don't catch jason nudging bruce towards your mother as she looks out a window admiring the sky.

'Don't mess this one up.' Jason mutters in his ear before following you and Dick to the living room.

Sat on the unnecessary big couch is Cassandra Cain.

Softly letting the cat down on the floor you tug on dicks shirt motioning for him to come closer.

Dick almost smiles at your adorable antics as he hears your next words you whisper in his ears. 'Who is she?'

'Our sister.' Dick declares and jason leans against the wall watching the whole interaction from a distance.

'Oh....' Is all you mutter and for a moment the two oldest Wayne's think your disappointed in that fact until you speak agian.

'She looks really cool.'

'She is.' Tim states like it's a known fact. Dicks flinches at his brother unannounced presence having not heard him step into the room.

'Why don't you go speak to her?' Tim nudges you forward but your quick to run behind them instead.

Peaking your head out like a kitten that doesn't know if she should trust a human.

Cass giggles at your innocent behavior. The boys however look quite bewildered at the thought of you being scared of the only girl in the family.

You tilt your head from behind them watching as Cass giggles at your actions. Maybe she wasn't so scary....?

This time you actually move towards her without being nudged and she offers a soft smile silently begging you to come closer.

She pats the cushion beside her and you hesitatently take a seat.

Cass sends the boys a quick glance silently telling them to leave so she could have some time with you.

Their quick to do as she wishes despite their longing to stay.

'Your very pretty....' You mumble ,eyes cast down, small hands playing with the fabric of the lavish couch.

Cass doesn't speak but hums in delight at your kind words.

The boys had told her you were as sweet as candy ,but she hadn't believed anything but bitterness was reserved in gotham.

Until now.

She pondered for a moment not knowing what to say or do but your timid voice breaks the silence.

'You seem so..... cool.'

Cool? Is that what you thought of her? Is that why you had hesitated to meet her? Because you believed she was cool?

The young vigilantly had never been described as 'cool'. Cold? Yes. Quiet? Definitely.

But cool? Never.

It was a term that was often us as for her brothers not her. Yet, just by the sight of her you had deemed her....cool.

Maybe you were sweet. Like candy that'd rot your teeth ,but she'd gladly let her teeth rot just to have you. And that was made very clear to her in just these small minutes with you.

She didn't utter a word to you and somehow you didn't need her to.

You opened up to her on your own pace ,and she found it quite memorizing how quickly you considered her a friend.

Your smaller hands played with her larger calloused ones like you would with a toy.

But not harsh. No, you were soft. Gentle, as your fingers traced the lines in her palms like she was something to cherished.

'Can I be your friend?' Your quite voice sounds more like a prayer then a question.

It takes Cass atleast three awkward seconds before she's swiftly shaking her head yes. She'd never been asked to be a friend.

Truthfully, she never really cared for it either. But right now she does.

You smile, your naive eyes squinting at the ends. You giggle joyfully as if she'd just handed you a bag of candy.

'I'll be the best friend! I pinky promise!' You bable happily like a person who just won the lottery.

Cass's pinky wraps around your extended one ,carefully sealing the deal. It's safe to say she sees why everyone cherish's your happiness like a gem.

Because in a city full of monster's it seemed you truly were the only angel left.

And she'd gladly keep you safe even if you can't see it ,yet.

While you were being coddled and adored by your new found best friend your mother simply looked out the big windows of the manor.

Bruce's mind raced with ideas of how to approach her without seeming like a creep.

After all she did accuse him of trying to kidnap her daughter and she isn't half wrong.

He couldn't mess this up. He wouldn't ,but your mother was so diffrent then the women he's been with.

She wasn't spoiled or tainted. She wasn't a thief or a killer. She was a nurse.

A simple women with so much heart and love. But it seemed like that was only reserved for you.

That was it! He'd reach her through you!

'She seems happy...' Bruce says and he watches as she slightly flinches at his voice but she hides it well.

Your mother turns looking at you as you play and talk with Cass on the couch. Her eyes softening at the sight.

She hums her voice low and calm. Like the sight of you calmed her. It did.

'She's always happy," You mother comments taking a sip from her cup that's filled with some fancy juice.

'But she does look happier.' She continues calm her heart filled with a feeling of bliss at the view of you so happy.

Bruce smiles a rare sight even for his kids. He nods enjoying the sight of you being so compatible with his kids.

'She loves everyone.' Your mom mumbles her eyes still trained on you having an absolute wonderful time with Cassandra.

'Did she get that from you?' Bruce asks finally coming up with a decent question to strike a conversation.

Your mother smiles and ,agian, its because of the thought of you. She shakes her head her mind replaying the memories of you welcoming any stranger like it was your family.

'No, she inherited that from her father....'

'I see....' Bruce nods hands tight at the thought of you inheriting something that from another man.

'He used to be so.....diffrent back then.' Your mother says now turning her attention back on Bruce.

It was pretty clear what she meant by that but Bruce carries on not wanting the conversation to end.

'Diffrent how?' He voices softly, but your mother still feels distressed at the question.

She still answer's though.

'Happy, like her....'

She doesn't have to gesture to you for Bruce to know who she's talking about.

'What changed?' Bruce ask generally wanting to know. He'd first came to her to get to know you.

Yet, the more he talks with her and each picture she paints with her words ,Bruce finds himself digging bigger whole in his heart.

Big enough to make space for her in it.

'I ask myself that all the time..... One day he just...changed. changed into a man I had to let go.'

Her voice is quiet but it's stable ,something that she came to terms with long ago.

Bruce hums realizing that though she may always love the man she once knew that is not the man he is now.

And maybe he can be that man for her?

She smiles one that looks forced ,almost. Like it's something that's funny but it's not.

'In all of Gotham there's only one person that hopes he wakes up.'

'You?'

'No, I think he hurts more people alive then he would dead,' she pauses then points to you.

'He's that little girls world... She looks at him like he hung the stars.' She sighs almost defeated look I her gaze.

Bruce doesn't like the sound of that at all.

Bruce hums not really having the words to put his thoughts in the air nicely.

'She seems to love you alot too.' He finally says trying to soften the mood.

'She does.... But girls do tend to love their fathers more sometimes....even if their dads are the devil.' Your mother turns looking out the window agian.

But Bruce doesn't miss how she quickly wipes her eyes as a tear escapes. How awful is this man to make her cry?

'I stayed with him four more years before I finally left him.' She admits like something that she's ashamed about.

'What was the final straw?' Bruce doesn't even know if it's his place to ask but his mouth speaks before his mind has time to stop itself.

'When he got to her.' She sighs finally looking to where you are agian. It was pretty clear she prioritized your wellbeing over hers even if she didn't voice it.

It was known.

It strikes Bruce deep not knowing what she meant when it she said he gotten to you.

He had no idea what that man could have done to hurt you but even if he just poked you with his fingers Bruce was livid.

'You must love her alot.' He says trying to diminish his anger and focus on the hurt women infront of him.

'I love her more than anything.' She clarifies like she doesnt want Bruce to mistake it ,but he doubts anyone could.

'She's everything to me.'

'Your a good mother.' He says softly but his words are true. Anyone with two eyes can see just how good of a mother you are.

'She's a good kid. With her...it's easy.' She shrugs.

That may be true but even Bruce knows having a good kid doesn't just automatically make you a good mom like she is.

'You don't give yourself enough credit.' Bruce says and he doesn't miss how she doesn't meet his eyes anymore trying to hide her tears like their scars.

'There's still some things I'm not prepared for.' She says her eyes still on the dark clouds that fills the sky.

'Well a parent can never be prepared for everything-' he wants to add that he's batman and he's still not prepared for half the thing his kid's do but he doesn't.

Because he knows he can't. Even if he wishes he could.

Now if there was one person who'd love your bubbly personality more then Dick it would be Duke.

Because who likes living in a house full of angsty vilganty's? Not many and especially not the happy boy named Duke Thomas!

Cass had taken her eyes off of you for no longer then five seconds before looking back to where you were once seated to see that you were gone?!

Standing up quickly she hastily begins to look around for you!

From the living room to dining room to even the bathrooms that you'd have to walk all the way to the other side of the manor to get to!

She eventually had to get the others to help. Even though she truly didn't want to....

'What do you mean you lost her!' Dick all but shouts before Tim tries to calm him down.

'Don't yell! If her mom thinks we lost her she'll never trust us agian!'

'Do you idiots hear that or am I hallucinating?' Damian asks pointing to the ceiling. Who's room was above the living room? Oh right dukes....

And what was that sound? Blasting music and giggles? Yeah they know exactly where you are.....

Opening the young heros door they see you happily sitting on Dukes lap giggling as he describes what the lyrics of the sounds mean.

Leaving out some parts....to keep your innocent intact of course!

After watching enough and hearing your giggles through the door they finally decode to open it.

Duke immediately turns off the loud music his face blank almost confused to why they look so worried.

'Whats up?'

'Whats up? Whats up! We've been looking for her for five minutes only to find out your having a party.' Dick voices voice cracking from how shocked he is.

'Not to mention your teaching her demonic music ,Thomas.' Damian adds crossing his arms and shaking his head in disapproval.

'Yeah you'd know something about devil music huh ,demon?' Jason quips with a chuckle just to get under the small boys skin.

'First off don't fight infront of her,' Duke says pointing at damian and jason already sensing a fight about to start.

'Second, it's called being cultured. Gotta teach 'em young.' Duke shrug glancing back at your pouting face now unhappy that the music stopped.

'She likes it.' Duke comments smiling at you which brings your smile back.

'I do!' You smile innocently.

'She doesn't even know what the lyrics mean.' Tim utters gesturing at you.

'That's why I'm teaching her.' Duke answers like it's the most common thing in the universe.

Cass quickly goes over to grab your hand sighing as she leads you back to where she had you before one of her brothers ruined her peaceful moments.

'Hey you can't just take her all the time we want to play with her too!' Tim whines dramatically pouting.

Cass complete ignores his request as she continues leading you down the stairs cases.

'Where is my baby?'

'Huh?'

Your mother's eyes quickly dart around the spacious living room and kitchen not being able to see you.

'My baby, where is she?!' She panics not seeing you anywhere?

Bruce could tell the women was definitely about to have a heart attack just from you not being in her sight.

What bruce didn't notice was your mother already thinking of ways to kill this man if she didn't find you within five minutes.

'She's probably with my kids...she's fine.'

'Your kids? The ones that are all practically grown men?!' She says already moving to yell in the man's face.

She couldn't believe how stupid she was! How could she let her baby be alone with strangers!

You being the absolutely ridiculously cute Saint you are saw your mother's distresses state ,and new she was looking for you as you walked down the stairs case.

'I'm here mama! I'm here!' You shout letting go of Cassandra's hand to sprint full speed towards your worried mother.

'Oh my baby...I thought I lost you.' She sighs finally feeling like she can breathe agian as she cups your soft cheeks.

'Nuh uh ,mama, I'm right here!' You giggle as she smiles down at you.

Bruce on the other hand finally realizes that he was about to get murdered by your mother if Cass hadn't brought you back downstairs.

Alfred smiles seeing your mother being so affectionate with you remembering all the times Martha had been like that with Bruce in the past.

It had been along time since a mother's love filled the manors air and Alfred was happy to see how it was finally coming back.

'Dinners ready.' Alfred announces calmly as he gestures to the dining room.

Your mother's sighs at your pouting face because you already know what she's about to say.

'Don't give me that look...we've stayed long enough.'

'Your leaving?' Damian speaks up interrupting your mother's conversation with you.

'It's late we should really get going...' Your mother defends putting a hand on your shoulder ready to lead you out the big manor.

'Wed really like it if you stayed....please?' Dick protest and it was kinda hard to say no to a grown man that was pouting desperately.

Not to mention the other wayne children faces matched their older brother's.

Your mother sighs looking back at you an dshe knows she's lost when she hears your quiet plea.

'Please, mama?'

'Fine...we leave after dinner not a second later.'

All smiles in the manor reach their eyes as they hear her words.

'Well then let's go eat.' The old butler states as you walk over to him grabbing his hand with a smile as he leads you to the beautiful dining room..

Your mother sighs knowing she gave into your cuteness once agian.

'What am I gonna do with you..?' She mutters, watching as you happily skip to the dining room with Alfred, as he matches your skips with long strides.

She rubbed her face, her mind repeatedly saying 'it's just a simple dinner. Get in get out.'

The table was unusually quiet and your mother could tell straight away that this wasn't exactly normal for them as they all fiddled with their hands or their fingers.

Despite their best attempts at seeming normal all eyes did end up falling on you.

You happily spoke and ate not noticing the soft eyes all staring at you lovingly. Your mother did though ,and she was already mentally burying bodies.

You spoke softly your eyes on damian as he told you various facts about animals you didn't know.

And you threw in your two cents when you thought of something you had learned from Wild Krats.

Alfred saw your mother's focused eyes noticing she had caught on to everyone's adoring gaze and she didn't seem to happy about it.

'So you're a nurse correct?' Alfred calm spoken words break everyone put of their deep gaze including you.

'Yep my mommies the best nurse!'

Your mother smiles softly appreciating your kind-hearted words knowing you meant them.

'Yes, I am a nurse.' Your mother clarifies nodding at Alfred.

Alfred smiles at both your mother's profession and your mother-daughter relationship.

'Do you enjoy it?' Jason's ruff voice ask his fork digging into his food as he speaks.

Everyone wanted to ask that was clear by how they all perked up at the question.

The truth was they all new a thing or two about patching themselves up but nothing compared to what a nurse would know.

And they knew nurse helped people. They did too but sometimes they hurt more people then they helped sometimes. A nurse didn't.

A nurse just helped.

You mother takes a moment to think before answering the question.

'I love my job it... it does good.' She shrugs taking a sip of her drink before continuing.

'But it takes alot of time... takes me away from things that I love.' Your mother sighs setting down her cup.

Alfred smiles a rare sight that the Wayne's hardly ever see other then special occasions.

'Being a nurse or really anything in medical attention is a special profession.'

Your mother nods at Alfred kind words enjoying them greatly and appreciating them.

Though your mother barely knew the old man that kept these walls clean. She understood why you talked so highly of him.

The calm silence of dinner was abruptly interrupting by a ringing sound ,but it wasn't a phone.

No, it was your small pinky hello kitty watch that your mother paid about three dollars for.

It was your most prized possession.

As the small watch rang all eyes were on you as you quickly turned it off and ran to your mother's chair in a hurry.

'Mama your phone! Your phone!' You all but scream in a haste as your mother pulls out her phone almost embarrassed at how persistent you are to get her phone.

'Thanks mama!'

Your little legs run as fast as you can to the living room desperately wanting space.

All eyes now turn to your mother silently asking why you had wanted her phone so desperately.

Your mother sighs giving an awkward smile before answering everyone's silent question.

'Her dad calls her every day at this time. That's why she has an alarm set on her phone.'

Soft 'ohs' and hums of understanding reach her ears.

The table goes quiet almost like everyone's in silent agreement to try and hear what your talking about through the walls.

After about three minutes of concentrated silence your mother's voice breaks the silence.

'So I hear your a cop?' She ask her gaze pointed at dick.

He nods an almost shy smile on his face.

'Definitely an honorable profession.' She says her smile warm and dock can't help but smile too.

'What about you?' Your mother's hands tap the table softly but her gaze is on Jason now.

He hated that question. Because he didn't really have a way to respond to it. What was he supposed to say? He lived off of criminals money? No, that wouldn't do.

So he shrugs 'still trying to figure that out.'

Your mother hums soft smile never leaving her lips as she speaks and jason likes that. She isn't judging or looking at him like he's doing something wrong. She looks....understanding.

'You'll figure it out...'

And with how soft her words seemed they sounded...so true.

Maybe he could figure it.

'Ah, and I hear your quiet the genius.' She continues her arms on the table nothing but kind hearted tone in her voice as she looks at Tim.

Now Tim didn't know if you told her that or if she googled him but either way he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to be praised.

'I wouldn't say that I'm a genius...' He shrug trying not to be to cocky.

'I doubt anyone would.' Damian adds with a soft smirk. And while Tim looks annoyed and embarrassed Dick and Jason can't help but snicker..

Bruce however gives them a stern glare which doesn't help much but looking at your. Mother she doesn't look to happy about it so they immediately stop.

Your mother hums her voice carefully and light as she speaks to the youngest wayne.

'You must be Damian.'

'I am.' His voice comes out quiet almost shaky as if her slight glare has him shaken. Now that makes his older brother's want to laugh even more.

'My daughter described you as if you were an angel.' Her voice is tender but there's something behind it.

Like she's disappointed with what she's seeing and that makes Damian feel disappointed in himself.

His heads hung low as she speaks agian. But that disappointment is gone when your mother says her next words.

'You certainly look it. Your absolutely adorable. You must've gotten your looks from your mother.'

She jokes a soft laugh leaves her lips and the other join obviously not goings to miss the chance to diss Bruce.

Bruce laughs himself finding your mother's confidence admirable.

Your mother complements Dukes brightness and Cass for her confidently fiece demeanor.

Slowly the small talk becomes less forced and more familiar.

Like this is how it's supposed to be.

Bruce relivishes in the normalcy and so do the children all while your mother keeps a smile on everyone face.

The once big empty table now feels smaller not with space but with comfort. Like these no gaps missing. Well there is one but you shortly make your way back to the table.

You almost unnoticed by how loud everyone is talking. Cass's the first to see you, your eyes cast down not meeting her gaze. She frowns but decides not to say anything.

You don't sit back on your seat and you don't say anything either.

You just stand there and everyone allows you to thinking maybe you just want to stand.

That is till your mother speaks up noticing how oddly quiet your being.

"You okay, baby?"

You sniffle your eyes still to the ground. Your mother's smile drops and a frown quickly replaces it.

Then everyone sees it. A tear drop. One then two. Then they don't stop.

Your mother's quick to try and comfort you opening her arms to allow you to come to her. But you don't.

No, to her surprise you run right past her.

Her head whips so fast she could've gotten whiplash. Just to see you run straight into Bruce's arms.

Bruce? Bruce!

Everyone's surprised gut Bruce quickly composes himself and sets you in his lap as you cry your little heart out on his chest.

He looks at your mother clearly not knowing what to do. But your mother offers no help. Just as confused as he is but for a totally different reason obviously.

Why would you run to him instead of her?

He awkwardly pats your back and your mother soft voice speaks up.

"What's happened baby...?"

"He doesn't love me mama....."

Your voice is so small and so broken. It hurts everyone how your sobs continue and grow louder.

Your mother sighs your sad small voice breaking her heart. She leans back in her seat.

Everyone's jaw clenched how dare someone break your heart? And this young? Oh, they were gonna pay.

Your mother knows your dad was probably just drunk he probably didn't even mean to call, like he should've.

He probably said something he didn't mean but that doesn't mean anything to your broken heart right now.

Your sad sobs echos throughout the manor cruelly. A reminder of how distressed you truly are.

And despite the other kids efforts; twenty minutes later they still can't bring your glowing smile back.

You cling to bruce like a lifeline, your cries muffled by his expensive shirt that he doesn't mind you ruining with your tears ,and snotty sniffles.

Eventually the kids do give up and just watch as your cries slowly fade. Some watch with curiosity with why you picked Bruce others with jealousy.

Your mother on the other hand watches with neither. She knows exactly why you ran to Bruce and no one else. She understands why you ran to Bruce instead of her.

You wanted something that neither her or the wayne children could give you.

A father's comfort.

Sigh, maybe this would be a bit more difficult then just a simple ,innocent, dinner.

With the dreadful amount of crying you did one would've thought you would've wanted to go home.

But not you!

Somehow you had gotten your mother to stay for a movie. In the manors luxurious house movie theater.

Claiming it would be rude to leave damian on his birthday without watching a movie like you two always did on eachothers birthday.

Normally she would've said no. But she couldn't not when you had just finished crying and she knew that this was your way of trying to forget your father's hurtful words.

So with a sigh she said yes.

Your mother left the movie theater claiming she needed something to drink. Bruce took this opportunity to make the final move everyone was planing.

Securing a date.

What Bruce obviously doesn't know is that you don't try and make moves on a women who's little girl heart just broke.

'What. Did. You. Just. Say.'

Your mother's voice is colder then any blade he's ever been stabbed with and the menacing batman flinches.

He swallows then continues.

'I-I was just wondering if perhaps if you wanted to we could-'

SMACK!

Well, that didn't go to exactly to plan.

And that's pretty cleat with how Bruce's cheek is reddening from the impact of your mother hand.

You mother's glare looks meaner then Clark's when he's angry. Now Bruce knows he really messed up.

But....is it wrong to say he...might enjoy it?

That thought quickly disappears faster then it came with how fast your mother begins cussing him out.

'How fucking dare you! My baby looks up to you! And you just want to get in my fucking pants?!' She takes a pause a short and dramatic cruel pause before she continues.

Hands on her hips and her right palm slightly red from how hard she hit Bruce's face ,but by the look on her face she clearly doesn't regret it.

'I'm not one of your whores you can get a quick fuck out of. And my baby ain't no orphan who needs saving.'

She turns around like the wind itself better fear her fury.

'Fuck you! And your mother-fucking bitch mentality!'

She thinks he got to you just to get to her? Well that's not how it is at all! But Bruce can't say that he wants her just to get you or that'll definitely sound wrong.

So he stands there and watches with a red cheek as your mother pulls you out the manor leaving you no time to whine and complain before your out the door.

The rain is oaking your clothes but you still make a point to wave to everyone watching you through the window.

Your mother's old car drives off like she Dominic Toreto himself and when the cat finally come out their view Jason says the words everyone's been dying to ask.

'What the fuck did you do?'

Bruce sighs hands in his hips copying your mother earlier stance ,but instead of anger fueling his heart it's desire and love.

'Alfred get me the best lawyers in gotham.'

Alfred sighs a knowing look of defeated acceptance in his gaze.

'The adoption one or matrimonial one?'

Obviously Bruce's plan was going to need a bit more.....force.

'Both.'

Thanks for reading!!

Likes ,comments and reblogs are appreciated!!

Note: I do not encourage violence readers mother is just very protective of her baby.

Second note: I don't know why I picked that song in particular it just reminded me of reader and her dad relationship.

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miniaturesuitgladiator · 2 months ago

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Yall what should the girlscout readers mom's name be? I just can't think of a name good enough or that suits her? Can you guys give me some names please?

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miniaturesuitgladiator · 2 months ago

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What would happens if mk reader was to late to save Jason?

I know for sure that she will torture and kill Joker, but what about the fam? Would they hate her for killing Joker?

What would happen to mk reader will she stay or will she leave?

Well regardless of what happened to Jason her brother Kion was already watching her every move. Including when she killed the joker.

So he probably still would've offered her to come with him.

But ad for the batfam hating her for killing the joker? I think there's mixed feelings.

Like for one Dick probably would've respected her a bit more since he would be grieving knowing you did what no one else would've. And because he always carried for his younger siblings.

But as for the others your mother included would've been blinded by 'Bruce's no killing rule'.

Because at the end of the day even when bruce has the chance to kill the joker in the comics he doesnt.

And I think that shows alot.

But over all mk reader would be the most affected by jason death. She would probably turn into her father just like everyone always pretended she was. As of now her only good memories of gottam were the ones with jason in them.

So with jason dying? Yeah that definitely start mk readers villain arch.

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miniaturesuitgladiator · 2 months ago

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Heyyy was just wondering if you were going to post part 4 of the Girl Scout reader

Yep! I do plan on posting it. But I kinda got to finish it first....

I'm already half way done I promise!

I've just been busy and feel unmotivated when I'm not busy. And I don't want to post something that feels forced and I don't like.

Because I know people are waiting for the fourth part and I highly appreciated all of your patience! And I don't want to post something that looks sloppy.

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miniaturesuitgladiator · 2 months ago

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Did you get enough love?

My little dove, why do you cry?

In which the youngest wayne seeks the comfort of the one he trust most....

Only to remember that his dear older sister is halfway across the world.

(This is written in Damians pov btw)

Tonight patrol was diffrent, the filthy walls of Gotham less quiet. Less hectic as well, and usually I would've been grateful like that but not tonight.

Tonight I'd rather the city be screaming with violence. Just as my heart does.

Maybe then, would I have felt better.

Sitting in the cold leather seats of fathers batmobil (that he refuses to let me drive) he scolds me for my 'brutality' against the criminals we faced tonight.

Claiming I could've handled the situation better.

He obviously has no clue how diminish your enemies confidence so they don't threaten you agian.

So I hold my tongue as he continues to scold me on my performance.

Father keeps looking in at the passengers seat that I'm currently sitting in almost as if he's looking for someone else to be sitting in it.

Truthfully I know that he is.

The passengers seat is smaller then the back seat and this is the first time I actually got to sit here without arguing with my kin.

I've argued so many times to sit here but now that I finally have the seat I've always wanted, I despise it.

I don't comment on how abnormal the night is but I can tell father feels it too.

It's as if something is missing but it's not 'something' it's someone.

The car ride is quiet so father turns up the radio, I know he'd never have done that if she was here.

Father always turned the radio down so we could hear her talking.

She kept the quiet nights loud with her jokes ,and laughter....

Arriving at the manor Alfred patches me up first.

I see how the frown on Alfred face dips a bit lower then usually as he stitches up my wound.

It was always her getting medical attention first.

She'd always come back more bruised and injured then the rest of us.

Nomatter how much father scolded her she never became better at becoming less injured.

Father called her reckless and for a while I thought she was weak ,but she wasn't.

Alfred never had to patch me up first because I'd never came back injured.. Atleast not when she was there.

She wasn't reckless or weak.

She took protected us. She protected me. She took the hits for us.

She took the pain and gave us a smile in return.

Father called her reckless and maybe he was right ,but even she knew he was just worried.

The batcave is quiet and darker. Her jokes don't come and Alfred isn't scolding her like he should be....

Because she isn't here.

I wish she was.......

Laying in my bed the silk covers feel less comfortable and more like vines that trap me.

I wonder what she's doing or more importantly is she thinking of us?

I don't like the distance between us. I don't like the miles that holds us apart.

I see how it's effecting everyone differently now that she's gone.

Father's works later and continues working on projects when he's not working. I know it's just to distract himself from thoughts of her.

If she was here father would come home early just so she could tell him about her day ,and they probably would work on projects together.

Dick tells jokes when the room gets too quiet.

Almost like he's trying replicate the way she acted.

But no one laughs at his jokes and the room becomes silent with a weirded out atmosphere.

Not even jason snickers at Dicks joke like he would at her unfunny ones.

Tim stays up late in his office ,but he wouldn't if she was here. Because she'd remind him every night he needs sleep too.

Duke sleeps in alot. And is currently very close to getting suspended from how many times he's been late to school.

He's never had that problem before because she would wake him up.

Father doesn't comment on it though.

Probably because everyone struggling with the new adaption of our life though.

Cass is more quiet at dinner. Though she never really speaks not even her actions make noise.

Like she doesnt wish to be seen.

Jason refuses to eat dinner on Sundays with us. Claiming he's too 'busy' but no one buys it.

He would've never missed it if she was here.

It was one of her traditions and not even Jason wanted to take that away from her.

But it's not Jason, Tim or even me ruining her tradition.

It's her.

Because she chose college over us. Over me.

I used to think she was the glue that held up the old walls of this manor.

Now, I know she was.

Sleep has become a rare thing in the manor since she left and I wonder if anyone sleeps at all.

I can't sleep so I walk to her room but I don't knock three times like I'd usually do. Because I know she won't answer.

I walk in and step into her unusual clean room. Alfred probably cleaned it recently because it was never this clean when she was here.

I lay on her bed and feel the soft sheets. But their cold and lack the wrinkles in them.

Everything is so dark and untouched.

It's wrong.

I used to lay down with her. Whether I was scared or alone she would hold me.

It wasn't like how my mother used to hold me. My mothers arms felt cold. Like wire that held me bound to her. Nomatter how hard I pulled I'd never get out of her grip.

But whenever she held me her arms were soft. Gentle even. She never me to tigh always lose enough so I could pull away if I wanted to.

I hate crying my mother said it's a sinful act but it think I've done worse.

She never told me that. She encouraged me to cry as strange as it sounds. She encouraged me to do alot of things.

She didn't call tears crying. She said that your eyes were faucets and there just leaking.

Like blood but when your emotionally hurt and not physically.

The day she left I didn't cry. She did.

Perhaps I did and that's why she wiped my cheek softly with her thumb.

Everyone cried that day. Even father. I had never seen father cry before.

Maybe I should have cried. Maybe then she would have stayed.

I asked her to stay that night. I explained that her new college would never know her nor love her like we do.

Like I do.

I begged her to stay.

Father says it'll get easier over time. I don't believe him , I don't think he believes himself either.

I asked father to call her today he denied my request. Claiming she has to adapt to her new life.

He left out the part about us.

That she had to adapt to her new life without us.

'People aren't meant to be kept...Their a gift that one day you have to give away.' Grayson had explained the night she left.

Why give someone something just to give it away? That's cruel.

I hate how lonely the manor is.

I hate how lonely I am.

I hate her...

No. I don't. I miss her.

But most of all I hate how I have to get used to this life.

This life without my sister.

I wish my eyes would stop leaking ,but nomatter how hard I try only she could turn off my faucets.

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miniaturesuitgladiator · 3 months ago

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Quarter mile at a time.

Synopsis: Bruce finds out he has another biological kid ,and not only are they a girl but the best street racer in Gotham!!

Part one. This is part two!

Ride or die.

The small walls of your apartment seemed to feel even smaller as you wallowed in self pity.

It really shouldn't be that sad just laying on your bed. It should feel nice ,comfortable.

But your broken box spring isn't help much either.

It almost felt suffocating how how lonely you felt. No one to talk to; no one to call. It was pathetic. After all you were sixteen!

Not to mention the most well known and best street racer in Gotham. You could get into any party.

And you should be at parties.

Drunk, high, living your best life!

But you aren't.

And you don't plan on going to any of them either.

It just wasn't your thing. To many people rubbing against eachother music so loud that you can't even hear your own thoughts.

Atleast at races you could hear sounds you actually liked. Like tires burning or the beautiful sound of modified car motors.

Your bed dipped under your weight and after rolling around long enough ,you couldn't take it anymore.

So slipping on your coat you go walk out the door. Making sure to lock the door because the last you needed was some crook stealing the junk you deeply treasured.

Walking down the busy cold streets of Gotham was calming if you ignore all the pick pocketers who tried to steal from you.

You were smarter then that though. Atleastyou thought you were. After all not long ago you were one too.

You obviously noticed the glances throne your way some from people who knew you from school but most were from people who recognized you from races.

Wanting to get out of people's view you walk into a quiet book shop. It's warmer then the cold air outside.

Greeting the kind lady at the shop you look through all kind of books. You didn't read much but it was a good way to distract your mind.

And since today you didn't have school ,and you didn't have work. Not to mention no races were being held since the cops rounded up most of the racers last night.

So you definitely needed a distraction.

Your eyes search through the endless selection of books and humming to the tune of the music the shop plays. So obviously you don't notice the bell ring meaning someone just walked in.

The old lady at the counter heart nearly stops as the nice dressed man enters the shop.

She does however not miss the opportunity to smile at the small boy that walks along with him.

The small raven haired boy begrudgingly offers a forced smile back.

Dark blue and emerald green eyes search the shop until eventually the land on you.

'Are you sure that's her father?'

'Positive.'

Bruce says confidently as his eyes track your every move.

'She doesn't look like Grayson described...She looks normal.'

And Bruce can't help but chuckle a little at the young boys observation because it was true.

The night of the race he had described you looked diffrent. Cold, fierce the kind of girl who you never knew what to expect from. The kind of girl you knew you shouldn't cross.

But now looking at you now you look....normal.

Like a kind sweet hearted girl.

Not like the most well known street racer should.

You even smiled small baby when you walked in the store! Not even some 'normal' girls do that!

As you continue skimming through the store you turn around a shiver going down your spine. It felt like you were being watched.

And you were.

Bruce noticing your shift and demeanor shuffled back but Damian obviously didn't. So he moved closer.

'You dropped this.'

A small voice mutters as he taps your shoulder.

'Huh?'

Turning around you see a small boy with green eyes staring at your face like your the most interesting thing in the world.

Looking at his outstretched hand he holds a small keychain you won at a claw machine when you were nine.

It was a small car thst resembled the shape of your actual car so you kept it with you.

Claiming it was your 'good luck'.

Taking it back from the kid you nod appreciating his kindness. After all you knew if it was any other kid in gotham they probably would've kept it.

But then again this kid didn't look like any other kid in Gotham.

He looked.....rich.

'Thanks.' You mutter clipping the Keychain back to your bag.

The kid nods but you stare back in confusion as his eyes never differ from yours. Almost like he was memorizing your face.

Which he was.

'I like that book.'

The boy mutters as he gestures to the book in your hand.

'You've read Dickens?'

This kid was either a nerd or just screwing with you and by the way he acted he seemed to confident to be some nitwit.

Cause what ten year old reads Dickens? You weren't even planning on reading it you; you just so happened to have it in your hand when he tapped your shoulder.

'Three times.'

'You've read this book three times?'

He nods without wavering and you raise your eyebrows intrigued but you don't comment on it.

'Must be pretty good then.'

'It is.'

Damian says and he isn't really good with talking to strangers you can tell by the way he seems almost tense but you offer a soft smile hoping to ease the tension in the kids shoulder.

After all you did love kids. Even if they were obnoxious annoying.

'I'll take your word for it.'

You say putting the book right back were you got it.

The green eyed boy looks at you, like you just killed his cat.

'Your not going to buy it?' He asks almost defensively as you turn back around to face him.

'Well I'm not going to pay forty bucks for a book I know nothing about.'

You shrug trying not to be rude so you add.

'I'm not made of money ,kid.'

'I could buy it for you.'

Damian says without missing a beat.

Ah, so this kid was rich then.

You sigh turning around on your heels to walk away. The last thing you wanted was to deal with a spoiled kid. Not that he showed any signs of that yet. But you weren't taking any chances.

'I'll manage without it but thanks anyway....'

You say without glancing back.

Unbeknownst to you the second you turned away the small boy got pull by his jacket to the conner of the small store.

'What were you thinking? You can't just talk to her without thinking ahead."

Bruce says sighing. The last thing Bruce needed was his youngest child screwing things up with his daughter before he even got the chances to introduce himself.

'So what, I'm not even allowed to talk to my own sister?'

Damian scoffs crossing his arms as a pout makes its way on his face.

And if Bruce wasn't so stressed he might've enjoyed the sight of his most violent son being cute.

After all it was a very rare sight.

'I didn't say that ,but you cannot speak to her without me being present.'

'Thats unfair.'

Damian huffs but he doesn't comment on it farther as he sees his father's stern face.

Looking back at you your already making your way out to the door.

'Shit.'

'Language, father.'

*Sigh* this was gonna be harder then Bruce intisepated.

Today, school wasn't as easy as it normally was. Everyone got their test results back and then they took more test.

Their were guards on pretty much every class, so unless you wanted to jump out the window in front of your whole class, you couldn't skip.

It was raining like usual in Gotham, and it was pretty cold, too. The dark sky was also silently telling everyone that the rain wouldn't stop anytime soon.

Sadly, you didn't bring an umbrella. So the rain drenched you in rain as you scurryed to the bus stop.

You sigh as the cold, wet air hits your face.

Luckily for you and your annoying landlord today there was going to be a race.

So that meant you were getting paid.

'Here.'

An expensive looking umbrella covers your view as you mindlessly sit in the bench at the bus stop.

Looking up, you see a boy a little older than you and looks super rich.

What's with you and running into rich kids?

'No, thanks.'

You mutter lightly pushing the umbrella away.

'You need it. It's raining.'

'I don't take things from strangers.'

You say not making eye contact; the last thing you needed was some hustler trying to buy your 'time'.

'Oh! I'm Tim Drake.'

He says like that helps. You look him up and down, and something about him seems a little to forced.

'What's your name?'

He asks, so you pull the universal move of getting on your phone and scrolling through your notes app just to look busy.

'I don't tell my name to strangers.'

The boy pauses ,and looks at you just grew three heads. Because did he not just tell you his name?

'Oh come on why don't you tell me your name? You wanted or something?'

He jokes slightly nudging you with his elbow. And raising his brows but he let's out a awkward chuckle when you don't laugh or deny it.

Eventually, you give up on even trying to get him to leave you alone. So you do what anyone would do.

You decide to walk home.

Standing up the boy follows your action.

'Where are you going?'

'None of your business.'

Tim sighs still following you step by step.

'Your coming off to desperate Drake. She thinks your going to kidnap her.' Damian says from in the com..

'I knew father should've let me approach her. We obviously have more in common.' Damian says in the com once agian which causes Tim to pause walking just so he can say something smart back to Damian.

'Yeah and you literally stole from her.'

'I gave it back drake. It was just to start a conversation.'

'Tim focus on the task at hand.' Bruce says in the com.

Looking back up Tim groans rubbing his face.

'Whats wrong?' Bruce's voice says worriedly.

But its too late you already did what you do best. Disappear.

Tim already cussing Damian out in his head says.

'She's gone.'

Well, this only meant one thing. They were gonna need help.

And Bruce knew only one person who matched your personality quite well.

Jason.

Cold eyes glared and some faces smiled at the sight of you in your car.

It was clear everyone was pretty surprised you escaped all the cop cars who were chasing you the other night.

Some admired your good luck and skills and it was clear some envied it.

The race took place at a diffrent location tonight since the cops were still probably at the other location ,but it clearly didn't effect you as you won the race as usual.

Drink in your hand half empty and leaning back on your car; everything seemed fine.

It was normal.

People half drunk, some already fighting, music loud enough to burst your ear drums ,and so many people talking to you : you could only nod your head and act like you were paying attention.

To you this is normal. Well until a new biker shows up. All eyes go to him but not necessarily because he's new.

No, because of how he looks.

He's tall that kind of tall that you can't help but be intimidated by his massive size.

Muscle adorn his back just like the small tattoos that litter his skin. He definitely fits in and he makes that pretty clear by the way he talks.

That Gotham accent making it clear he belongs here.

But somethings off. It just doesn't settle right with you as he keeps searching the crowd almost like a lost puppy looking for his owner.

You don't like it. He can't be a cop though. He's far to similar to the people here to be a cop.

But he isn't as sketchy as the people here. Like he's still got some good in here. The thing about that is that people like that don't last long here...

But then again, he did look like he could handle himself.

Then his eyes land on you. And they stop looking. He smiles well more like smirks and makes his way to you.

The people around you obviously don't notice and keep talking your ear off until the big man pushes them out the way standing directly infront of you. Smug like smile on his face.

'So you're the best of the best, huh? You don't look like much.'

He comments in a smug tone.

He's cocky you'll give him that, but usually cocky people are so blindly confident what they say they don't even realize what their saying.

But he does. And you see that. You see, he's careful with his every word. So he never slips up.

You scoff rolling your eyes and all eyes are on you now waiting for that sassy come back you always give.

'And what's it to you?'

Usually you would've embarrassed him and his whole bloodline with the first sentence that came out your mouth.

But you wanted this to play on. See where it went. And you didn't want to see what would happen if you got on the wrong side of this man of a beast.

'I wanna race, ya kid. See what's all the hype about.'

The white streak in his hair shined under the moon almost like your car's rims. It almost makes you wonder if it's natural.

'Sorry to disappoint ,Two tone. But my car's done racing for tonight.'

You shrug, leaning back on your car nonchalantly but your eyes never leave him.

Two tone you had called him. You don't really know where that came from but it kinda just came out naturally. Probably because of the diffrent tones of his hair.

He doesn't flinch at the comment but the people around you do. Not even the grown men around you would've disrespected a unit of a man like this one ,like you just did.

But then again, they weren't you.

'Two tone?' He scoffs and crosses his muscled arms, coping your stance.

'You got guts, kid. I'll give you that. The question is ,do you got the skills to back them up?'

You shrug smirking as you turn on your heels to get in your car.

'Maybe I do ,maybe I don't. You'll just have to see for yourself. But it won't be tonight ,Two tone.'

His giant hand grips your shoulder and you pause half from fear ,and half from shock.

'Let the girl go.'

Mikey says, standing up puffing his chest a little ,to appear bigger.

'I just wanna race.' Jason says but he doesn't let go of your shoulder.

'He said let the girl go.' A friend of Mikey says following Mikeys action and standing up.

You wouldn't say mikeys friends loved you but they'd protect you.

They made that pretty clear from the start of your career as a street racer.

Not only did the criminals of Gotham know that you were the best street racer around but they also knew you were the baby of Gotham.

And lord help who hurts the baby of Gotham.

And let's just say a specific green haired clown had deemed you his golden child since you were twelve.

But hey, that's just a rumor ,right...?

'Five grand and we race tonight.' Jason says his eyes cold as they stare at the other men who stand up to defend you.

'Don't need the money.' You say, pushing his hand away.

If you've learned anything from Mikey, is that if a man's willing to pay five grand for something, he'll surely be willing to pay ten grand for it too.

"Alright then, ten.'

You smirk tilting your chin up at the white-haired streak man you'd have no problem with beating.

'Get ready to lose ,Two streak.'

'Don't get cocky ,kid. My bikes pretty fast.'

Boo's erupted the party everyone here hated when bikers joined the race. And more often then not they weren't allowed.

Motorcycles where lighter. And probably faster too. They'd easily got through paths that cars wouldn't fit. Say to say a Motorcycle was a cheat code ,was the truth.

'Ain't to bikes welcome here ,kid' Mikey pipes up.

'Don't worry boss. I got this.'

And just like that the race had begun.

Even the high people sat down to see the race. A street racer and a biker? Now that's interesting.

Bets were placed, drinks were poured, and people were interested.

The racer girl announced the race and you both got in your places.

Your hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, and your grip increased when your opponent started talking.

'If I win, I don't even want the ten grand ,kid.'

You look at him, confused. I mean not like you had ten grand anyway, but you weren't gonna lose, so who cares?

You don't even turn your head to look at him when you speak up.

'Then what do you want?'

'I get to take you to your dad.'

The fuck? Your grip flatters, and your head almost gets whiplash from how hard you turn to look at him.

'My dad's a dead beat ,Two tone. He's not exactly present.'

Jason scoffs not even trying to defend bruce on the deadbeat allegations but he does smile.

'Just cause he's a deadbeat doesn't mean he ain't real. Plus, he wants to see you.'

'Well I ain't losin'

'Go!'

The racer girl announces.

Before you even have time to put your foot on the clutch jason was already a few feet ahead.

'Shit!'

The race wasn't in your favor obviously from the start.

Jason was so far ahead that he even had the audacity to look back at you, take off his helmet, and fucking smile.

But unlike Jason you hadn't forgotten the old tricks of Gotham's roads. You new ever ridge and curve of this cursed city.

So you took a short cut through an dark ally so small that some of your cars painted scratched off trying to fit through it.

But you smile as you pass the finish line.

We're you gonna have to use all of the ten grand to get your car painted and repaired? Yes.

But did you lose and have your pride and image damaged? Hell no!

And that's what mattered to you at the end of the day.

Opening your door, you finally realize you're absolutely screwed .

Everyone is gone even the drunk and high people that slept on the street at night or the curve.

Hell, even Mikeys gone, and he never leaves until you do first.

Then you see it ,or more like him.

The reason why everyone ran away like cockroaches.

Batman himself.

Leaning against his car like a fucking hero.

You groan dramatically, crashing out and hitting your head against your steering wheel.

Then you see Jason with a grin like smirk on his face that practically screams he was in on it.

'Never did tell you my name.' Jason says as he gets off his bike and walks to your side as batman follows his actions.

You only had one thing to do and one thing to say.

First, all you could do was hope that your so-called guardian could help you out.

Which is totally not the green haired psyco clown of Gotham.

And second curse out every name in history. Starting with.....

'Fuck you ,Two tone!"

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Quarter mile at a time.

Synopsis: Bruce finds out he has another biological kid ,and not only are they a girl but the best street racer in Gotham!!

Notes: reader is described as female and black, poc ,or in this case I guess she might be mixed. I do not hate cops I just wrote them like this for the fic. So please don't take anything to personally.

Warnings: Illegal things ofc. Drugs, mentions of sex and prostitution. Child abandonment. Underage drinking and smoking and prostitution. Not proofread!!

Part one. Part two.

Ride or die.

'Do you understand how much trouble your in kid?'

'Do you ever shut up?'

This was the third time this week you had gotten yourself in this position.

Handcuffed and seated infront of some cop who was writing down your statement.

Still being underaged meant you'd get away with more then adults would.

Sadly that also meant you were usually the one to take the fall for your so called 'friends'.

'You gotta help me out here kid. I'm trying to help you.'

You were sixteen. That age that people would consider 'young and dumb'.

But you knew better then to tell anything to the cops. People got hurt from doing that.

People got killed.

'Cmon kid. Your sixteen and I see you in here three times a week.'

'Don't remind me." You scoff rolling your eyes.

Cops like these almost make you feel bad. Almost. They always claim their just 'trying to do their job'. But you see through that.

You see the way they pin your friends down. Gun to their head. Cuffs tighter then needed and for what?

For power.

And with a gun to a scared kid's head they feel like they got it......

So you stay silent and give them headaches with your words.

'Well I guess all that's left to do is call your mom.'

'Go ahead and try it.'

You've seen this to many times to count. The cop tries to threaten you with him calling your mom. She doesn't answer.

They let you go. Because Gotham's got bigger problems then a kid who they don't have proof did something.

'Ya know kid. If you weren't so caught up with friends like yours you'd have a good life.'

Of course the cop would say that. By looking at your record. Your a straight A student good grades you even tutor for extra credits.

'Am I free to go?'

The cops sighs after getting nothing but a ring from you mother's phone.

'Yeah go ahead.'

You scoff standing up and grabbing your things. Smug like smile planted your face from finally being free.

'Wait.'

You hum turning back around to face the sitting cop.

'Kid, I say this with respect. Going the way your going you won't make it to twenty.'

You knew he was right. Your friends were living proof of that. Some of your friends were dead while others in prison.

More friends came but they never could beat the system.

You didn't blame them and you never would. They were trapped in a system were this felt like the only way out.

Just like you.

'Maybe that's the plan.'

Fear owned Gotham, consumed it like a virus.

Even the wealthy and powerful people slept with one eye open.

Everyone was afraid of something ,and in Gotham your worst fear was most likely to happen.

But your not really helping yourself when you go to places like this. But then again you didn't really care.

It's dark as you walk to suspiciously dark allies but you knew ever road in gotham.... just not like other people would....

By the time you reach your destination the place is already filled with people. Some drunk most high ,and more likely then not they were shit broke with nothing to lose.

So to say this place wasn't a place for a teenager was an understatement.

By now you knew who to stick around. The people who could protect got and the people who couldn't.

So you had no trouble as you walk around and greet your usual 'friends'.

It smells like smoke but not from cigarettes.

Smoke from tires rubbing against the harsh concrete. It's warm but that kind of from car engines and cigarettes.

Girls crowed around cars and boys do too. All looking for attention or money. They'd do just about anything to get cash.

Some of them were mean almost forcing men to sleep with them to get money , but others were soft much to shy to do anything like that.

You felt bad for them but you held your tongue, as both the men and women belittled them infront of you.

Most of them were older then you but some we're your age some even younger. They new you quite well.

Well just about everyone knew you.

You couldn't be seen with them though. No, you were too popular around this place to be seen with them.

You'd be considered a stupid kid to be seen with them. And in a place like this, if you're seen as a kid they'll treat you like one.

A loud voice breaks through the crowned and reaches your ears.

'Looks who's back.'

Mikey your so called 'boss' says. Mikey met you when you were dirt poor and took pity on you.

Instead of giving you money. He gave you a job. Claiming 'you gotta work for your money. Cause ain't shit free.'

Mikey owned a car shop and he taught you alot. Even stuff you shouldn't know. Like how to make a car go the fastest it can with blowing up.

Or how to hide drugs in car seats that even the best canines won't be able to smell.

Eventually he took you to your first street race and from there it clicked.

That was your passion, that was your thing.

You made him teach you stick and eventually you built your own car out of scraps.

And slowly by slowly you came up in ranks.

And bought a better car.

Thanks to Mikey of course. He got in you every race since he knew just about everyone, even the people you shouldn't know.

He started you with small races and moved you up inch by inch.

But the time you were twelve you were the best street racer in Gotham. But not everyone can take losing to a kid well.

So Mikey introduced you to his friends. So atleast you'd have their protection. Their older then you and did just about anything illegal you could think of.

But they were your protection so you didn't complain.

You smile as you see Mikeys crooked smile.

You knew he wasn't a Saint ,or anything but he was the closest thing you have as family.

He's all you got.

He used to pay your rent and bills for you until eventually you could pay them yourself.

Lord knows your mom never did....

'Hey Mikey. Where's my baby?'

'In the back. She's already ready.'

He points behind him and low and behold there she is. Your baby.

Your pink Honda S2000 covered in glitter and with rims that the moon illuminated off of.

She was perfect. The fastest thing in Gotham and it made your opponents even angrier to lose to such a feminine car.

Following Mikey to your car you walk past various people and their cars.

All different cars modified from their colors, to their shapes ,and designs that comstomize them to their owner.

It was easy walking past the cars some you admired for their creativity others you thought looked ridiculous.

Walking past the people wasn't so easy.

Some gave you a simple nod others looked you up and down clearly sizing you for the race.

Grazing your hands against the hood of your car you smile.

You never took your car home with you after a race. The cops would catch you before you could say 'shit'.

Mikey taught you that.

So instead you left it with Mikey ,and he took care of her when you weren't racing.

Opening your door and starting the engine you smile at the noise she makes. Everyone knew the sounds of your car by now. Loud, strong, and confident.

'You ready? They paying good this race.' Mikey says as he looks you over.

It was never about the money. You and Mikey new that. It was about the thrill.

The excitement of the race.

It was exhilaration you felt right before you won. It was feeling of not feeling anything for a moment.

It was the way your stomach dropped as you hit the gas half way through a curve. The way the moon shined on your dark skin and the way the chilly air felt against your face.

It was the fact that when you were racing you didn't worry about anything. Not school, not the cops, not your life, not your mom. Nothing.

It was just you and your car and that was enough....

'I'm always ready.'

The noise from the Crowed died down a bit when the racer girl announced the biggest race was about to begin. This was the most expensive race of the night so of course you were in it.

You new mostly everyone you were racing but their was one guy you didn't. No one did. You ignored that feeling that something was off about him. After all as long as he had money to pay that's all that mattered.

The race started of the same motorcycles went out and stopped the traffic and horns from the busy and annoyed people rang through the air as you raced through the city like you always did.

The roads were dark and this was definitely the fastest your car had ever gone.

You hanged in second place the unknown boy in front. But right he could pass that finish line you pushed your secret weapon. And just like always.

You won.

The Crowed was loud and people surrounded you touching you and your car. Compliments filled the air but your eyes weren't on them. No, your eyes were on the new guy.

He looked normal but something about how he acted gave him away. How he kept looking around but tried to act calm.

He wasn't a junky. No, he was dressed to nice and his car was nice enough to prove he wasn't.

He looks almost awkward but people continue talking to him. He doesn't fit In here that's clear as day when you notice how he talks. It's to nice, to cocky.

He's smart you'll give him that. Probably the best at what he does. That's probably why they sent him. He's got that kinda charm that he can smooth talk his way into anything and everything.

But if he was gonna come here he should've known what not to do. And most people are way to high and drunk to notice but you do.

His gaze always goes to people hands first.

People here didn't do that.

No, here you look at their eyes or If you like them their body.

Never their hands. People here throw their hands around but they usually don't mean any harm that's just how the express themselves.

Cops tried to read people by their hands to watch what they were gonna do before they did it.

You knew that from how much you were constantly arrested.

That's probably why most of your friends were treated harsher then necessary by cops when all they were trying to do was communicate.

'Only cops do that shit.' You mutter pushing off your car and walking over to Mikey trying to give him your keys.

'Leaving so soon?' Mikey ask his voice almost concerned but he hides that well.

You always stayed late. Because it was better then going home to empty apartment.

You nod your hands still holding your keys and eyeing the boy.

You don't say anything to Mikey about the boy being a cop incase you were wrong. But your not gonna stay here long enough incase you were right.

You toss your drink, your hand opening to give Mikey your keys but before you know it loud sirens fill the air and blue flashing lights are everywhere.

People scatters like cockroaches when you turn on the light.

Your quick to grip your keys and get in your car. Before you even know what your doing your already racing down the dark streets of Gotham.

You don't have time to count how many police cars follow behind you and for a moment you wonder if they only want you.

They probably did considering how many times you had gotten away from them.

You'd been running from cops since you started racing and on foot you weren't that fast but in your car?

They couldn't get close enough to scratch your paint.

You sigh turning off your engine and leaning your head on your steering wheel as you parked into a dark ally.

You had escaped all ten of the cops with ease but there was still that adrenaline rushing through your viens.

You don't have much time to rest though because before you can think of what to do there's a loud thumb against the top of your car.

'The fuck?' You whisper still out of breath and kinda scared.

Your head still slightly dizzy and your eyes have never been the best so this must he your imagination right?

Because there's no fucking way batman just landed on the back of your car.

You groan muttering a 'just my luck.' Under your breath and put up your hands in defeat.

Because of course your a good driver but your to tired and far to drunk to race against fucking batman himself.

He opens your door and his scowl is cold harsh.

Harsher then the criminals you face on the daily but it softens at the sight of you....

You look like a dream. Not the kind that he falls inlove with but the kind that he's supposed to know.

Someone he's supposed to remember but he cant.

He feels weird but still takes your arm and without a word puts you in the batmobil.

He decides to ignore the way you almost rip out his door handle by how hard your trying to open it.

'Even if you did get out. You won't make it far.' He says as his car automatically buckling up.

'Worth a shot.'

You huff annoyed about your situation and scared even though your trying to hide it.

'Whats your name?'

'Whats your name?' You repeat his question with a question. Ah, so you were that kinda kid.

The stubborn kind.

Well he can't judge he has a handful of stubborn kids of his own. And he thanks God for that on night like these.

It just makes it easier to talk to you.

'Tell me your name and I'll let you go.'

'Huh?'

Your surprised by the amazing deal he's offering you and really can't believe it.

He on the other hand had no real intention of handing you over to the police after all he had sent Dick their as an undercover cop to stop a big drug deal not stop a kid.

Little did he know you were the best street racer in Gotham. But he quickly figured that out as you escaped not one but ten trained cops.

You sigh telling him your name. Even if this was a trap it was worth a shot.

He unlocks the door and you uncross your arms open the door. Confused you look back at him.

'You really gonna let me go?' You ask trying to make sure that he wouldn't chase you down after this.

'A deals a deal ,kid.' He watches as you step out of the batmobil and his gaze locks onto yours as you close his door.

'See ya around, kid.' His dark voice says and something about the way he says it makes you believe it's more of a promise then just a saying.

'Hopefully not.' You mutter as you get in your car.

'Alfred I'm going to need you to check something for me.'

'B, everyone in my unit has been looking for that kid for years! Years! And you just let her go? The best street racer in Gotham and you let here go?! We didn't even know she was a girl until today!'

Dick voice echos through the batcave and Bruce's headache already forming from his sons distressed voice.

'Well being seeing her soon Dick. Calm down.'

He tries to reason with obviously irrated vigilantly.

'And how can you be so sure? What if this was are only chance?!'

Alfred sends him a knowing glance as he hands Bruce some life changing papers.

Bruce sighs rubbing his temples as he carefully reads the heavy papers in his hands.

Even going so far as rereading them just to make sure.

But eventually after reading enough and his headache intensifying he says.

'Because she's my daughter.'

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