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The Traveler’s Gift Deleted Scene

It’s funny how writing works sometimes. I thought for sure this deleted scene was going to make the final cut. No-so-spoiler alert: it did not. So, have some fun, non-spoilery deleted content in which Louis may or may not be jealous of his roommate’s flirtatious attitude. 

Harmon hills psychiatric Hospital was an ancient, sprawling brick building on the outskirts of Chicago. Ivy clung to the weather-worn brick, the windows were barred, and on the first two floors the majority of the lights had been turned out for the night. 

Louis had been here before, but the last time he had seen the ancient sprawling grounds, he’d been walking away from it instead of toward it. He tapped his fingers on his thigh. Maybe he could talk Slater into waiting a minute so he could have a smoke. 

“Do it now,” Slater said. 

He blinked and looked at the other man. “Do what?” 

“Suck on your cancer stick. You might as well do it now because once we’re inside for the night we’re stuck there.” 

He looked at him for a long moment. He knew he hadn’t said that out loud. “How did you know?” 

“Your fingers twitch when you want to smoke.” 

He didn’t waste time. “So,” he asked, the unlit cigarette between his lips, “how did Rick get his hands on a place like this?” 

The flame of his lighter was winked back at him in Slater’s reflective lenses. “Papa O’Brien’s funds allowed for the hospital to stay afloat a few years back. In exchange for the money, Rick gets to keep some of his assets here without too many people asking questions.”

Of course. Somebody like Rick would have the finances and power to pull something like that off. As long as the doctors who worked at Harmon Hills stayed content and quiet with their hush-money, he had no reason to fear betrayal. 

The scent of lemon floor polish hit him sinus-clearing force as soon as they stepped across the threshold. A massive chandelier reflected light onto the shining floor. Potted plants stood at attention in the corners, a bust of a man—the founder of the hospital—sat next to a large desk. 

A woman in a uniform sat at the desk. “Excuse me,” she said, stopping them. “It’s past visiting hours.” 

“We’re not here to visit.” Slater leaned on the desk and gave her a charming smile. “Peter called, do you know him? He wants us to come and relieve him. His relief is out with an injury and we’re here to save the day.” 

She blushed and flicked a piece of hair that had fallen from her ponytail behind her ear. “Really?” 

“Would I lie to you…” he paused to lean closer so he could read a name tag clipped to her shirt, “Julie?” 

Despite their obvious ten—if not more—year age gap, she gave him a bashful smile. “I suppose not, Mr.…” 

“O’Brien.” 

“Do you know where to find Peter?” 

“Yes, sweetheart.” He pushed easily off the desk and flicked an invisible piece of lint off of the black t-shirt. “Maybe I’ll see you around, Jill?” 

“Julie. I’d like that.” 

He winked; behind his glasses, the gesture was just a twitch of his cheek. 

Julie turned even more red, if it were possible. 

The entire interaction left Louis feeling mildly uncomfortable. He tried to recall a time he’d seen Slater flirting with somebody, aside from someone at the bar, and he was drawing blanks. Sure, he and Virginia sweet-talked to each other, but it was more friendly banter than it was actual “flirting”. 

By the time they got off the elevator, any signs of Slater’s easy and flirtatious demeanor was gone. He seemed more agitated and angry than anything else. He jabbed a button on a box that sat mounted next to a set of double doors. “Open up, Pete!” 

There was a pause before the doors slowly swung open.

Louis remembered Peter. He remembered his thinning gray hair, the way his round glasses sat low on his nose, and the way his face had been creased with aging lines. He knew better than to be fooled by Peter’s age. He remembered how swiftly his old bones had moved to shove a needle in his neck. 

Peter waved a hand and motioned for them to come in. “It’s been one hell of a day, boys.” 

Slater had no patience for small talk ninety percent of the time and he had none to spare for the older man. “How many of them are there?” 

“Four.” 

“What was the last time they were dosed up?” 

He squinted at his watch through his bifocals. “About two hours ago. They’ll need it again around two in the morning. Dottie will be up to take care of that.” 

Louis remembered the old woman, her hair cropped short and her saggy earlobes weighed down by heavy earrings. He left Slater and Peter alone to hash out the details, drawn to the doors of the padded cells. 

He peered through the window in the door.

Whoever was on the other side looked to be asleep. He was wearing the same blue paper-like clothes he’d worn when he’d been held here. He was curled up on the narrow bed, the blanket kicked to the bottom of the bed next to his bare feet. 

“That one,” Peter said as he came up next to him, “can imitate any sound.” 

That one, like they weren’t people. Like he and Slater weren’t people. It was like they were objects, animals, inhuman. 

It was sickening. 

Louis moved to the next door and looked inside. Just like the room before, this cell’s occupant was sprawled out on the narrow mattress, mouth open as he slept. 

“He can make it windy as hell. I thought he was going to cause a twister when we brought him in. He was hiding in the middle of Tornado Alley, that smartass.” 

Louis stopped in front of the third door. He was surprised to see that the cell’s occupant wasn’t asleep. 

A woman was sitting up on the bed, her hair a matted and tangled mess. She had scratches down her cheeks, like she’d clawed herself in the face. She rocked back and forth on the bed, her mouth moving as she muttered something too quietly for him to hear. She looked like she had missed a turn on the road to sanity. 

“What about her?” 

At the sound of his voice, she snapped her gaze to him. Her face lit up, her eyes were feral, and a smile stretched slowly across her face. 

Louis’s eyes widened. 

It wasn’t a smile he’d anticipated to see from someone so thin and frail. It was the smile of a killer, a predator that had tasted blood and was looking to sink her teeth into another kill. Her teeth weren’t normal. Each tooth ended in a savage point. They were completely inhuman. 

“Oh, that one.” Once again, he said it the way a teacher talked about a naughty school child. It was the same way his father had talked about a particular member of his congregation after he’d been arrested for theft. “Keep that bitch drugged. She took half of Deuce’s hand off with those fucking chompers and she’ll take yours off too if she doesn’t get dosed up with Quench every few hours. It’s like she’s part shark or something. I mean, look at her teeth!” 

Louis could see them, alright, and the thought of them biting into his flesh left him feeling uneasy. 

“Dottie is stupid enough to get close to her?” Slater asked from behind Louis. He was close enough that his breath ghosted across the back of Louis’s neck as he spoke. 

“Stupid or brave. I haven’t decided which.” Peter stepped away from the window and grabbed his jacket. “Well,” he said as he tugged it on behind the U-shaped desk in the middle of the wing, “it’s been fun, boys. I’m going home to get some sleep.” 

Louis filed all of this information away for later. He wasn’t ready to make his move against Rick yet, but when he was, this place was a good start if he wanted to make it hurt. He wanted to get his hands on Quench. It seemed as though without the drug to suppress the superhuman abilities of his “assets”, he would have no way of holding them. 

With the scent of Slater’s leather jacket in his nose and the tickle of his breath on the back of his neck, he was hyper aware of the other man’s silence. “What’s your problem?” 

Slater replied with silence. He plopped himself in the chair Peter’s windbreaker had previously been occupying. 

Louis perched on the dusty countertop a few feet away. He kept one eye on the entrance to the wing with in eyesight and didn’t take his attention away from the four cell doors for long. The very thought of the ferocious woman getting loose and ripping out his throat with her shark teeth was enough to make him want another cigarette. 

He was used to his silent companionship with Slater, who seemed content playing a game on his cell phone to occupy his time. However, there was only so much silence Louis could tolerate while he waited for something—or nothing—to happen. “What are your side-effects like?” He asked. “I know what they are, but what is it like experiencing them? I mean, you know how I feel every time I use my gift. You’ve experienced it. What about you?”

Slater’s fingers stopped tapping the screen of his phone. He sat back, seeming to contemplate whether or not he wanted to answer. He paused for so long that Louis thought he wasn’t going to reply until he said, “It’s like popping a zit.” 

He scrunched up his face. That was a gross description. He supposed, Slater’s powers could be equally disgusting if he chose to just blow someone to pieces instead of keeping it contained inside of their skull. 

“When I want to use my powers I feel an insane build up of emotions—anger, mostly—and there’s a rush. Then, after I use them there’s just...nothing. It’s satisfying like popping a zit or lancing a blister. Get it?” 

It was a gross visual, but it made sense. “Do you genuinely not feel anything at all? You can still use your powers after you’re experiencing the side-effects.” 

“I feel things, but they’re dull. It’s like the memory of a wound. The wound doesn’t actively hurt anymore, it’s no longer there, but if I try hard enough I can feel a flicker of something. That is, if I care enough to try.” 

From the sound of it, Slater’s powers were emotionally draining because it took so much emotion for him to be able to use them. It wasn’t that he became apathetic, because he still had feelings. It was more like he’d used the majority of his emotional energy trying to feel things after such a powerful wave of emotion that his emotional “battery” needed time to recharge. 

Louis were impressed that Slater was opening up enough to talk to him about his powers. He decided to push his luck a little further. “How did you learn that you had abilities?” 

“Like most people do, by accident. What about you?” 

“I had a panic attack,” he had admitted with a soft laugh. It seemed silly now, but it certainly hadn’t been funny when the bombs had been raining down on him and the earth had been shaking apart. “During the war,” he added, “we were under attack. I thought I was going to be buried alive.” 

“Such a shame,” he teased dryly. He opened a few drawers next to his leg and produced a deck of cards. “Care to play a few hands?” 

Louis slid from the countertop to sit in an empty chair. “We might as well. We’re going to be here all night.” 

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Kitty Cat & Tweety Bird (Part 7) - Jason Todd

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Word Count: 3K

Paring: Jason Todd (Titans) x (f)Reader

Summary: After the truth regarding her paternity is revealed to Y/N, Bruce and Selina hash it out.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: This is a little series I am doing about Jason Todd in Titans. I don’t know Comic!Jason very well so I’m taking all of this from the show, and at the moment he hasn’t been in very often, so please forgive any mischaracterizations.

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There was an uncomfortable silence that hung in the air of Wayne Manor as they waited to see where Bruce went and what Y/N had said which affected him so much. Occasionally, someone would try to talk, saying a throw away comment, but that didn’t help. None of them could think clearly, all preoccupied with thinking about what happened.

Y/N and Jason sat side by side in the dining room, holding hands and looking at the ground in silence. Had Y/N just said something which cost her the position at Wayne Enterprises?

“I’m sure this is all easily explained,” Jason said quietly.

“You think?” Y/N sighed, “We don’t even know what caused it.”

“Hey, Alfred said this was nothing to do with you!” Jason stroked Y/N’s hair.

“I can’t help but feel responsible though,” she confessed, “I don’t know why…”

“This is not how the night should have gone,” Jason shook his head. “This was supposed to be your big night, with good food, good friends and good news, and then Bruce goes and fucks it up.”

“I just wish I knew what I said that upset him so bad.”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you really think this has something to do with my mum?”

“Maybe…” Jason said with a shrug, “do they know each other?”

“I mean…” she sighed, “Mum knows he’s Batman…”

“You know that?”

“Kinda…” Y/N gave a weak smile, “plus, I mean, even if Mum didn’t know, I’d probably suspect it after knowing you were Robin…”

“Right,” Jason chuckled a little, “I’m an idiot.”

“No, you’re not,” Y/N gave a proper smile, playfully pushing Jason’s shoulder.

“There’s your smile,” Jason cupped her cheek, “that lovely smile.”

“Thanks, Jason,” she said softly as she leaned into his touch.

“Can you explain to me how Selina Kyle knows Bruce Wayne is Batman?”

“No fucking clue!” Y/N admitted. “Honestly, I’ve learnt not to question how mum knows things. It’s easier on the mind.”

Before they could continue the front door of Wayne Manor flung open with such force that it. Jason and Y/N leapt to their feet and ran to the hallway, and Alfred strolled from the kitchen. Bruce and Selina both barrelled into Wayne Manor, both looking furious, but for different reasons. They were arguing as they were walking. Selina dropped her bag on the floor as Bruce slammed the door.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS SELINA -” “WELL MAYBE IF YOU KEPT YOUR NOSE OUT OF OTHER PEOPLES BUSINESS-” “OTHER PEOPLES BUSINESS? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? THIS IS ENTIRELY MY BUSINESS!”

They hadn’t even noticed Y/N and Jason standing there as they argued and cursed each other out. The argument between Bruce and Selina didn’t clear up the air about what was happening, it only complicated things. How Bruce and Selina bounced off one another and spoke to each other made Y/N and Jason think there was much, much more going on that they didn’t know about. Only people who knew each other spoke like they did, but where could they have met before all of this? Why were they arguing? What set this off?

“Mum?” Y/N said, frowning in confusion. The adults stopped arguing and turned to look at Y/N with unreadable expressions which unnerved Y/N to her very core. She stepped back and looked them up and down, trying to read their minds. “What’s going on?”

“Seriously, Bruce, walking out like that was really dick-ish,” Jason said, but he was ignored as the adults just stared at Y/N. Bruce slowly walked up to Y/N and slowly outstretched a shaking hand towards her, hesitantly stroking her hair, causing Y/N to pull a face and step back. He looked at Y/N as though just seeing her for the first time. Selina, who was just behind Bruce, was physically trying to hold herself back from stopping Bruce’s movements with a tense expression. There wasn’t much that could scare Selina Kyle.

“Bruce?” Y/N frowned.

“Ok-kay…” Jason said confused as he looked between Bruce and Y/N. “Does anyone want to say what the fuck is going on?”

“Jason,” Alfred said, gesturing for the young man to step back. Jason knew that if Alfred wasn’t using formalities that it must be a serious thing, and so Jason obeyed, standing by the Butler’s side.

“Mum?” Y/N said, looking around Bruce, who still stared at Y/N, to her mother. Selina’s eyes were welled with tears. The look on her mother’s face didn’t calm Y/N, it only made her feel worse. Sick rose in her throat, her heart raced a million miles an hour, and she was shaking a little bit. “What’s going on?” She repeated.

“Yes, Selina,” Bruce said turning to look at his childhood love, “what is going on?”

“Bruce…” Selina pled, “please.”

“Twenty-fucking-years, Selina, twenty-fucking-years.”

“Please, someone tell me what the hell is happening!” Y/N cried out.

“I’m your father,” Bruce said turning to Y/N again. His voice was tense, as though he was holding back tears. Perhaps he was. For twenty years he didn’t know that Y/N existed, and then it was revealed to him in the snap of a finger. The woman he loved since a boy had his child and didn’t tell him. “You are my daughter – you are a Wayne.” Bruce tried to move towards Y/N, unsure on what he should do, put a hand on her shoulder, hug her, pat her head, but Y/N backed away and looked between the man and her mother.

“What?”

“Y/N,” Bruce said. He said her name as though it was the only thing he had been missing in his life, saying it softly and gently, like a whisper.

“Mum?” Y/N said walking past Bruce and up to Selina, hoping her mother would clear everything up, that Bruce was lying, messing with her, but Selina smiled sadly and cupped her daughter’s face.

“I’m sorry, Baby,” Selina said softly, “but Bruce is telling the truth. Bruce Wayne is your father.”

Y/N pushed her mother off and looked at her with betrayal in her eyes. Her mind felt overwhelmed as her life was turned upside down. What was she supposed to say? To think? She just waited for her mother to start laughing and say ‘gotcha’ but she didn’t, and so Y/N was forced to confront the truth of what her mother said. Bruce Wayne was her father. Bruce Wayne, Batman, Her Boss. Y/N didn’t know what to do, she just stared at Bruce, who looked at Y/N with hopeful eyes. She was rooted to the spot, and her mouth hanging open.

“B-b-b-but,” Y/N stuttered as she spun around looking at the people around her, “you told me that my father was dead, he was killed,” she said staring at her mother in disbelief, “you told me he died protecting you in Penguin’s.”

“I lied,” Selina confessed in a small voice. Y/N looked at Selina and then Bruce and then she looked at Jason and Alfred. Jason looked just as, if not more, shocked than Y/N, staring at her with a dropped jaw. Y/N Kyle was the daughter of Selina Kyle and Bruce Wayne, Catwoman and Batman. Perhaps it was just dawning on him that he was dating the daughter of Selina Kyle and Bruce Wayne. Alfred, on the other hand, remained calm, just watching, as though he suspected. Their reactions didn’t help Y/N with her own. It was like she was a ghost all of a sudden, watching the scene from the outside.

“Y/N…” Bruce said trying to step towards her, but she stepped back, and when her mother tried to get closer, Y/N backed up even more.

“Kitten, I am so sorry,” Selina said, trying to apologise. Y/N didn’t want to hear it, she didn’t want to listen, she didn’t want to be there. She turned around and flung the door open and tore from the house.

“Y/N!” Jason yelled, trying to go after her. The woman he loved just had her world shattered and discovered her boss was her father and that her mother had lied to her for her entire life. He should be comforting her. Alfred grabbed Jason and pulled him back, shaking his head.

“Don’t,” Alfred said softly, “trust me.”

Reluctantly, Jason nodded and agreed to stay at the old man’s side.

Y/N ran from the house. Selina and Bruce ran after her, yelling after her as they did.

“Y/N PLEASE,” Selina cried out, “PLEASE, BABY!”

“Y/N COME BACK, LET’S TALK ABOUT THIS,” Bruce yelled.

Y/N didn’t say anything, she heard them but ignored them. The young woman pushed all of her energy into running, and she picked up her speed. Bruce had closed the gates upon entry, and Selina and Bruce were now scared that their daughter was going to hurt herself so tried to catch up and stop her, but they weren’t fast enough. Y/N leapt up, grabbed ahold of the bars of the fence, pressed her feet against the metal and pulled herself up, flipping herself over the fence and then landing gracefully on her feet on the other side before continuing to run, disappearing into the darkness.

Selina and Bruce reached the fence, panting, and grabbed ahold of the bars, staring after her, yelling for her to come back.

“Y/N!” Selina screamed. “Oh, God!” She said as she grabbed her hair and stepped back, staring after her daughter in distress.

“Where the hell did she learn to do that?” Bruce asked though pants.

“Gymnastics,” Selina said, “she won nationals.”

“Really?” Bruce said looking at Selina, highly impressed, “good for her!”

“You really think now is the time for that?” Selina hissed as she turned around and walked back into Wayne Manor.

“Where are you going?” Bruce yelled after Selina. Selina had walked into the hallway and grabbed her handbag up from the floor. Jason and Alfred remained silent

“I’m getting my bag so I can then go after MY DAUGHTER who YOU caused to run off,” Selina said as she turned and walked up to Bruce, chest to chest.

“Excuse me,” Bruce scoffed, “I’m not the one who kept her paternity a secret for nineteen years!”

“You had no fucking right, Bruce,” Selina snapped, “She’s my daughter!”

“And mine too!”

“You haven’t been in her life.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“I didn’t want you in her life!” Selina yelled dropping her bag and shoving Bruce, “That was my choice to make,” she said going to slap him, but Bruce dodged it, “You had no right to come back into my life like that and TELL HER EVERYTHING!”

Selina tried to punch him. Bruce stepped out of the way. Selina went to shove him. Bruce let her. Selina went to slap him. Bruce ducked. Selina went to kick Bruce. Bruce grabbed her leg and held her in place. All of a sudden they were young again. Selina was that wild-haired streetwise pickpocket in a leather jacket with goggles on her head. Bruce was the kind-hearted, wide-eyed boy who wore turtle necks and was always a little shy around Selina. They both had a flash and saw each other as they once were, back when Selina was staying with Bruce at the Manor, back before Batman and Catwoman, before everything happened. Their hearts ached for a moment. What happened to them? Bruce let Selina’s leg go and Selina gently put her leg back on the ground. Both looked almost sheepish. God! There were bigger things to be worried about at that moment than a stupid fight between them. Poor Y/N, the poor girl just had her world turned upside down and ran off, and here they were throwing punches at each other. They should be trying to find and help her. Bruce just sighed and shook his head, gazing longingly at Selina.

“Just tell me why, Selina,” Bruce said softly. As Bruce spoke, Alfred gestured for Jason to follow him and leave the two alone to talk privately. They went into the kitchen. “Why hide it? Why not tell me?”

“I was young, and scared, and pregnant,” Selina said in a quiet voice, she shrugged a little “I didn’t know what to do. We were on opposite sides, and you had just come back to Gotham. I didn’t know if you’d leave me again.”

“You kept this a secret cause I left to keep you safe?”

“No, God no, Bruce,” Selina shook her head furiously, her eyebrows furrowed together, but she expected that reaction and she couldn’t blame him. She hides his daughter from him for twenty years, she couldn’t blame him for thinking something like that. “I’m not that petty. I kept it a secret cause… if you left again, it wouldn’t be just me whose heart you broke, it would be Y/N’s as well. My heart? Fine, sure, I knew the life I signed up for being Catwoman and falling for you, but Y/N? I couldn’t bear the thought of you breaking her heart.”

“I wouldn’t have left,” Bruce placed his hands on Selina’s shoulders and rested his forehead against hers, “I promised I wouldn’t leave Gotham again, and I haven’t.”

“I didn’t know that then,” Selina sighed, “what would you have done if pregnant me turned up on the doorstep of Wayne Manor, saying you knocked me up?” Bruce didn’t say anything, “see, you don’t know, and so you can’t blame me for panicking.”

“No, no,” Bruce shook his head, “I know, Selina, I don’t blame you for panicking at all.”

“I wanted to tell you, so bad,” she whispered, “I was just so scared.”

“And Selina Kyle doesn’t scare easily,” Bruce said with a small teasing smile.

“It’s not like I got some kicks out of hiding this from you, Bruce,” Selina said, “every birthday, every Christmas, every fathers or mothers day, I’d look at Y/N and think how wonderful it’d be for me and you to be sharing these memories. I’m sorry, but the main thing for me was to protect Y/N, and it might’ve been misjudged actions, and stupid, but I always did it with a good heart and thinking it was the way to keep her safe.”

“You don’t have to apologise to me, Selina, I get it now,” he assured her. “And you did an incredible job, Selina,” Bruce told her, “Y/N is an incredible young woman, smart, courageous, kind-hearted, a good person. You are an incredible mother, and you did everything you could, and look at you now! You raised her alone, and managed to give her an amazing life.”

“Bruce…” Selina became almost shy at all the compliments Bruce showered her with.

“It’s true,” he insisted “Now come on, let’s assure Alfred and Jason the house will remain standing.”

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In the kitchen, Jason leaned against the counter with a bottle of beer as Alfred polished crystal champagne glasses. They sat in silence and waited, listening out to hear if anything broke or yelling was taking place, glancing at each other nervously.

“Should we be worried?” Jason said, “it’s really quiet.”

“No,” Alfred shook his head, “they’ve been like this ever since they’ve known each other – you get used to it.”

“How long have they known each other?”

“Since they were kids, Ms Kyle was present when Master Wayne’s parents were killed,” the man explained, “potential witness, but she never saw the face clearly. She stayed here for a while. She is Bruce’s first and only love. He’d do anything for her.”

When Selina and Bruce walked into the kitchen, Selina with her arms wrapped around herself and Bruce scratching the back of his neck, Jason and Alfred looked at them with concern.

“Everything alright with you two?” Jason asked cautiously.

“There are bigger things we need to worry about right now,” Selina said, “Y/N…”

“Yeah,” Jason nodded, “I think her reaction was more than allowed.”

“I can’t blame her,” Selina sat down at the counter, “I mean, I said her father was dead, I used the made-up dead father as a way to convince her not to be Lynx!”

“Y/N is Lynx?!” Bruce blurted out, “Seriously, Selina?”

“Her father is Batman and her mother is Catwoman,” Selina pointed out, “what else would you expect? Her only choices seem to be criminal or vigilante. Just be glad she didn’t choose to follow me into cat-burglary and took after her father wanting to stop crime rather than commit it.”

“She’s got a point,” Jason said quietly, “and you said yourself that Lynx had potential.”

Bruce gave Jason an icy glare causing the young man to shut his mouth and stare at the ground.

“Master Wayne,” Alfred sighed, “you must understand that Y/N probably grew up hearing that the crime in Gotham was responsible for her father’s death and wanted to prevent it happening to anyone else. It’s admirable.”

“Alfred,” Bruce frowned and looked at him, “you knew, didn’t you? That Y/N was my daughter.”

“Yes, Master Wayne, I did know,” he nodded, “Commissioner Gordon told me.”

“You never said anything,” Selina said, “why?”

“This wasn’t my secret to tell.”

“Jim knew?” Bruce said.

“From the moment he saw her,” Alfred nodded, “Wayne eyes,” Alfred smiled a little as he spoke.

“Eyes aren’t the only thing she inherited from Bruce,” Selina rolled her eyes, “difficult child to raise.”

“Where would she run off to?” Bruce said, looking around, choosing to ignore the comment from Selina, although Jason and Alfred were both biting back a smile at the expression and head shake from Selina as she compared father to daughter, “where would a nineteen-year-old run to when upset?”

Everyone remained quiet for a second as they thought. Jason lifted his head and looked at Selina knowingly. Selina caught Jason’s look and nodded with a sigh. Yeah, that’s where Y/N would have gone. The two people she could always count on and go to when things were tough.

“I’ve got an idea where Y/N went,” Jason said.

“Where?” Bruce asked.

“You’re really not gonna like this,” Jason sighed as he grabbed his jacket, “actually there is a lot about this.”

“Excuse me?” Bruce frowned. “Where is Y/N?”

“She’s with Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy.”

“What the fuck?”