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cosmosluckycharms · 8 days ago

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Showtime☆

Dont get the deal

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It had been a week since you got shot.

Your family barely even acknowledged that you were hurt.

So far you had been forced into three family activities, all of which you didn't enjoy.

It's not that you didn't like being around them! It's just that there are only so many times you can watch Damian take care of his animals without letting you help, or try and play games with Tim that didn't really interest you, or have an awkward conversation with your father that didn't know anything about you.

You couldn't even sneak off with your friends due to how someone was attached to your hip 24/7.

It was like they were taking shifts just to be around you.

Past you would be flattered, but you miss your friends.

You miss performing.

You miss acting.

You miss waking up by yourself, in peace.

You were tired of everyone trying to pretend they knew you.

You started to take notice of something.

After it got dark outside, your family would disappear after dark.

They'd all sneak off. To where? You had no clue. But you weren't going to ask; this was your chance to finally be around friends.

You snuck out of your room and went into Tim's room, looking around for an old blueprint of the manor.

After around 5 minutes of quickly scrambling, you found it.

You grabbed it and made your way back to your room and pulled out your whiteboard and a marker in your favorite color and started your plan.

After you were sure they all left, you were going to make your way out the window between Damian and Tim's room. They are closest to the back gate, which had the least amount of security cameras.

Afterward, you were going to sneak out to Nene's house.

It was almost the perfect plan.

Only flaw?

Despite you finding the way with the least cameras, there was still quite a bit of security.

You weren't going to give up, though.

Your hands trembled as you picked up your phone off your clean, new sheets Dick had bought for you a week ago.

Sneaking out wasn't like you.

You're a good kid.

You get good grades.

You don't cause trouble.

Sure, you're loud. A year ago, you had overheard Tim and Damian complaining about your voice being like nails on a chalkboard.

No one defended you.

But other than your voice, you're a good kid.

You try and help whenever you can around the manor even if no one lets you. You sign up for school events to get away from the manor and get out of trouble.

Compared to other people your age, you're not bad.

You hesitated, rethinking sneaking out. Sure, you missed your friends.

You haven't had freedom in a while too.

But on the other hand, your family was finally caring about you.

Finally seeing you. finally not ignoring you in favor of each other.

You could join in on conversations without freezing up looking at Dick's smile that always scared you.

You could finally sit in silence with Tim without getting yelled at.

You could talk to Bruce without him looking so scared to talk to you, as if you were fragile, as if at any moment you could break.

You could finally train with Dick without being interrupted by Damian.

You could ask Jason 'dumb questions' without being shooed off.

Right as you were about to give up on sneaking out, you had a moment of clarity.

You weren't actually being included.

Dick's smile still felt scary. You knew it wasn't as fake as how it used to be, with it never reaching his eyes, but now it felt like he was trying too hard.

Although Jason acknowledged you, he never started conversations.

Damian still didn't trust you around his animals.

Tim would go out of his way to babyproof his room and push you away from anything important, basically keeping you in a little corner of his room.

Bruce looked guilty. You assumed it was because of how he wasn't there for you when you got shot.

You didn't know how to feel about Alfred. You weren't ready to have another grandpa while still missing yours.

You grabbed your phone, which was on your bed, and pulled up UNTITLED.

Before you knew it, Miku popped up.

"Y/N! I haven't seen you in so long!"

"Hey, Miku, I need a favor."

"Hm?"

"Do you think you can hack into the cameras and turn them off for a moment? please?"

"Well..."

"Please. I can't stand to be here any longer."

"Okay!" Before you knew it, Miku disappeared from your phone.

You couldn't tell if the cameras were off, so you would just have to hope that Miku turned them off.

You quickly but quietly rushed to your closet to find something to wear.

You were currently wearing your pajamas, but you needed something darker to wear out.

You grabbed a black hoodie and gray sweatpants; you usually wouldn't wear something like this, but you didn't want to stand out at night.

Once you put it on, you grabbed your sleeping bag, prepared, and made your way to the window.

You also grabbed a beanbag and stuffed it into your bag; it couldn't fit fully, but it was fine.

It took a second to get to it due to your room being slightly farther than Tim and Damian's room.

You threw the beanbag out the window.

You almost hesitated jumping out but did it anyway.

You landed on top of the beanbag, heart beating out of your chest.

Your legs hurt due to landing on them weirdly, but you decided that's a problem for future you.

You put the hood of your sweater on and jumped the gate and got electrocuted a bit due to the electric wiring.

By the time you were fully off the property, you had scrapes all over you, your legs felt like jelly, your hair was extremely frizzy, and you looked like hell.

As you started making your way towards Nene's house, you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched.

You also noticed how, despite Gotham usually having people around, the streets were unusually empty.

You wanted to put that feeling aside, but deep down you felt...wrong.

You started hearing footsteps behind you.

Something in your head was screaming, "Turn around."

You started running, only for what seemed to be a shadow to pop up in front of you.

You fumbled back a bit and shut your eyes which was quite childish, you admit and gripped your phone harder than you ever had in your life.

You would have fallen backwards if it weren't for someone helping you up.

You turned your head sharply to see it was Nightwing.

"Hello!"

You jolted, startled from being surrounded by two of Gotham's vigilantes.

"Hi!" you spoke. Your hood fell, revealing your face.

You noticed how Nightwing's eyes widened a bit and his face fell agape slightly. Batman's face tightened slightly.

"It's late, isn't it past your bedtime?" Nightwing quipped.

You stayed silent, putting your hood back up.

"Your silence is telling" Batman spoke.

Nightwing held your wrist. "C'mon, let's get you home."

You resisted, "No! Let me go!"

"Why don't you want to go home?" Nightwing asked, letting go.

"I miss being out." you looked down at your feet.

He put his hands on his hips, a puzzled expression taking over his face. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"..."

"Nightwing, I'll take it from here." Batman spoke, picking you up and putting you on top of his shoulders, which reminded you of how your grandfather used to do the same.

"Are you sure?" Nightwing asked, Batman nodded, and Nightwing left.

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After heading onto a rooftop and Batman giving you some ice cream, you swung your legs on the ledge.

Despite your slightly cheerful appearance, you were nervous.

Sure, Batman and his partners literally saved you and your friends, but he still looked scary.

Batman cleared his throat before speaking. "So, why don't you want to go home?"

"I've been home all week. It's the longest I haven't gone out in literal years. I miss my friends." You gripped onto the sleeping bag.

"I see, but you do realize you are still recovering, correct?" He pointed at where you were shot, raising a brow.

"No, it's not that; it's just..." You took a deep breath before continuing, "It feels like they're babying me."

"Perhaps they're just ensuring you're okay; have you thought of that?" Batman reasoned.

"Maybe, but I'm not used to it. They've never cared. At least it didn't feel like it.

He hummed, signaling for you to continue.

"They're treating me like a child when I no longer am one. I'm stronger than they think I am."

"Like they're trying too hard?"

"Yes, exactly!" you exclaimed. "It's like they don't know what to do with me now that I've gotten hurt."

"Explain."

"The whole time I've been with them, they'd never notice me. I'd be hoping all day and night they'd see me. It took me being shot at to be noticed."

"Could it be they're trying their best?"

"My whole life I've been used to dealing with my feelings alone. Back at home, everyone was busy with their own lives and each other. I think it's just a harsh change."

"I see." You kept on eating your ice cream, noticing how much more sleepy you were getting.

"What was your plan?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's clear you snuck out; you have an overnight bag."

"Oh, right! I was going to sleep over at my friend's house."

"Which one?"

"My friend Nene, the one with green hair."

"You should probably let her know you can't make it." You sat right up. "What?!" That's not fair! I just told you I'm tired of being home!"

"It's three in the morning. It's dangerous."

You sunk back down. "I guess you're right."

"What was your plan after you went to your friends?"

"I honestly hadn't asked her yet. I was hoping she was pulling another all-nighter and would let me stay over."

"And after that?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'd go back to the house or stay at a friend's house forever? I'm not sure."

He could tell you were slowly falling asleep. "I think it's time I take you home."

"Alright." He picked you up for the third time ever and started swinging away using his grappling hook.

While you were up high, you took one hand off Batman and put it up into the air. You squealed in excitement as Batman swung faster.

His smile grew more and more as he heard, you have fun.

He hasn't heard you like this for years. By the time you got to the manor, your hair was crazy and you were a giggly mess.

You had to playfully argue with Batman to let you stay up, but in the end he failed.

he had to drag you to bed like a toddler and tuck you in. "Good night, kid."

"Goodnight, Mr. Bat!"

He chuckled as he turned off the light.

While he was almost out the door, you said one more thing. "Y'know Mr.bat? I kind of wish you were my dad." and fell asleep.

He didn't say anything. He just guiltily made his way out.

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You woke up late the next morning; thankfully, it was still the weekend.

You stumbled out of bed and took a shower to wash off all of last night's events.

As you jumped into the shower, you noticed all the scrapes and bruises you forgot about.

They weren't serious-looking, thankfully, so your family probably wouldn't find out about last night's activities.

You hoped Batman didn't tell your father about what happened, and the same with Nightwing.

You felt your stomach rumble as you made your way towards the kitchen. You could hear Tim speaking.

"I don't understand it; I can't get any camera footage from last night!"

Oops.

You could practically hear him pulling on his hair from stress.

You snuck into the kitchen to grab your now cold breakfast, and just as you thought you got away, Bruce spoke up, making you shiver.

"Y/N, how'd you sleep?"

You turned towards him slowly. "Good!"

You aren't a good liar.

You scrambled away and decided to eat in your room.

you noticed how the window you used last night (and foolishly forgot to close) was now boarded up.

Once you got to your room, you closed the door with your back to it.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and sat on your bed to eat.

You didn't notice you forgot to lock it until you heard it turning. You froze up, fearing it was Bruce.

That was until you saw a pair of green eyes meet yours.

Damian.

You continued eating his breakfast, trying to ignore his glare.

He cleared his throat.

"L/N."

You looked up and saw him with his arms crossed.

"Do you have any clue why the cameras weren't on last night?"

"No clue, sorry. I was asleep."

"You were the only one here last night."

You shrugged your shoulders and offered him a piece of fruit on your plate.

He scoffed and stormed off.

You continued eating your fruit, somehow not noticing Bruce inside your room.

He let out a cough, which startled you.

"I know you weren't here last night, Y/N."

Play dumb!

"...who's Y/N?"

not that dumb!

You mentally facepalmed at what you said.

You noticed how the corner of his mouth twitched, suppressing a smile.

You spoke up from the tension in the room, "I'm sorry for sneaking out. It won't happen again."

He sat down next to where you were sitting and spoke, "Next time you want to go out, just let me know; I'll drop you off. It was reckless of you to go out by yourself. You can tell me anything, anytime."

He got up and froze in place before asking,

"Were you the one who turned off the cameras?"

You shook your head no, and he walked out.

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im sorry this was so buttcheeks i. m so sleepy

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