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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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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]

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.

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

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.

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

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.

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

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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One chance, will you succeed? II

Synopsis: being forced to live with your supposedly 'father' you have finally succumb to your fate. But what if you have one more chance to get out? But you'd have to sacrifice your pride for your future. Can you do that?

In school you had learned that a muskrat would chew off its own leg to get out of a trap.

You had mixed feelings about that at the time.

It was brave what the muskrat what doing, but it was also kind of stupid. Atleast that's what you thought.

But now looking at what position your in ,you begin feeling exactly how the muskrat must've felt when trap clamped down on it's leg.

Muskrat aren't that smart and they don't have hands. They wouldn't know how to take off the trap even if someone showed them.

Now, you feel exactly how the poor animal felt.

Helpless.

You wouldn't describe yourself as a helpless princess waiting to be saved. But you sure wouldn't deny anyone willing to help.

But alas you have no one to help you. So you have to do the dirty work instead and in doing so maybe lose a bit of pride and dignity.

But who's to blame you when this is the only option you have? Well, there's no one here to blame you or know what you're planning on doing...

Well except the desperate boy beneath you...

But not even he knows your true intentions and that's clear by the way he keeps his hands tightly around your hips.

As if he's scared you'd vanish if given the chance. (You would.)

His breaths comes out in whines and he can't help how his hips push up into yours. You can barely even tell what he's saying at this point something like "Please, I'll be good." But you don't really care either.

You should push him away since everything has gone to plan. Your tracks are covered there's nothing else to worry about...but what would be the fun in that?

"Your pathetic." You mutter but he hears it. And he doesn't even deny or try and defend himself. Because what's the point? Right now that's exactly what he is... Pathetic.

He squims beneath you trying to get any friction possible.

Being tired of his needy please you kiss him in hopes of shutting him up.

The kiss is rushed and you honestly just want it to be over but he holds your face firm against his keeping your lips locked together.

He kisses you roughly not daring to let go. His hold on the back of your head is firm and you wonder if he's actually trying to kill you by how your losing air.

Eventually he does let go and you both gasp for air and you see it in his eyes. His sick deluded eyes.....

He's inlove with you.

Now thats some deep shit. You had thought that his obsession was nothing deeper then him just wanting to know you.

But as you look into his baby blue eyes you can see it clear as day.

Your sure that if he was a cartoon there'd be literal hearts in his eyes.

He doesn't give you much thought on that though ,as he slightly pushes you off just slightly though. And you think that he's trying to get you off his lap but he's not.

You quickly try and get off but he stops you and keeps a firm hand on your hip as the other goes to unbuckle his pants.

You look at him confused did he really want it to go this far? Oh, who are you kidding of course he did! He's as pathetic as lovesick puppy.

He positions you right back onto his now very hard buldge and now the only thing that's separating you two is his boxers and your clothes.

"Don't stop....please?"

And when the hell did his voice get so cute when he's whining? You can see the tears of frustration and pure need on the edge of his eyes almost daring you to make them fall.

But then the gods above must've seen your position or maybe you just got lucky either way you aren't complaining.

'Ding!' Your phone goes off and Tim's to lost in the moment to even hear it. But you do and your quick to grab it.

And you ignore Tim's childish pout as you check the message.

'Sister, I require your assistance on this particular painting. Meet me in the art room ,immediately.' The texts reads and for once your actually glad that Damian texted you.

"Sorry I gotta go. Damian needs me." You mutter pushing his hands off your hips and standing up.

"You can't just leave like this....please?" Tim begs and he follows your action and stands up.

"I'm sure the brat doesn't need you that bad." He continues trying to reach for you but your quick to pull away.

"And if I don't go he'll come looking for me...and how would we explain what we were doing? Huh genius?" You say mockingly. You wanted what you were saying to hurt.

You wanted him to feel how you felt everyday inside the manor ,hurt.

"Of course the Demon brats a cockblocker too." Tim whispers under his breath but you don't hear him. No, your already out the door before he can try and persuade you to stay.

Walking down the hall and up some more stairs you found yourself at the door of the art room.

Only damian would demand your attention at 2am. But you can't act to suspicious or look like a mess.

So you make sure your hairs decent and your clothes are smoothed and take a deep breath before walking in.

Walking in Damian already standing infront of a canvas covering whatever is painted on it..

"What took you so long?" Damian asks his eyes never leaving the canvas.

"I was asleep, like you should be." You say adding a fake yawn to sell the act.

Damian scoffs rolling his eyes ,decideding to ignore the obviously fake yawn.

"Well art doesn't sleep, sister."

"Well your not art." You retort , voice still holding that same venom you've had ever since you met him. Or more like they forced you to meet him.

"You speak so little of me ,sister...as if you do not care." He says the pout on his face now very clear as he turns around to face you.

"I don't." You mutter under your breath as you scoff but you don't let him hear your words. No, you'd be a fool to do that. Last time you did that the outcome was not in your favor. So you say it quietly...

"What are you painting?" You ask as you move infront of him to look at the painted canvas.

Your movements are so fluid as if he's not there and that causes the small boy to pout even more.

"Don't you ever get tired of painting me?" You say as you look at the canvas that was almost mirror-like.

It looked just like you, you couldn't help as your hands traced the outline of your painted face on the canvas.

It was almost cute how Damian looked up to you. Almost. It started off simple a sketch now and then ;then it turned into full on murals.

It was nice knowing he looked up to you. But you draw the line at the obsessive amount of painting dedicated to your face solely.

"Don't you ever get tired of hating me?" He says his eyes looking at you with adoration but you can tell he's memorizing every inch of your face. Probably for another painting.

"Fair enough." You whisper more to yourself then to him.

"Do you like it?" He asks ,his voice quiet waiting for your approval. Needing your approval.

"Its....realistic." You murmur eyes still on the undeniably beautiful painting. But you'd never tell him how much you truly admired his work.

He hums heart squeezing in his chest at how you barely react. It should get easier each time you critique his art or each time you verbally state you have no interest in being his sister.

But it doesn't.

It hurts just the same each time. Even worse on some days.

The young ex assasin boy will always yearn for your approval no matter how much you deny him.

"That's the point." Damian mumbles but his words have no true bite to them like they would if someone else would've committed on his painting. No, his words are soft and hurt.

His eyes now at the floor unable to look you in the eyes. As of he's disappointed ,not you ,but at himself.

And for a moment the room is calm as you stare deeply into the painting that replicates you completely.

Tearing your eyes away you turn to Damian. Sadly he doesn't look at you back. Instead he stands like a kicked puppy begging for acceptance. Atleast that's what he looks like. And kinda is.

Looking at him now he doesn't look like robin. Or an ex assasins...just a kid. But you have to remind yourself what he's done to you. What they've done to you.

So you don't show any empathy as he continues looking pitiful. Though his eyes continue looking at the ground you notice something.

Something different.

You tilt your head and your hands make their way to his chin lifting it so his eyes meet yours. And he gladly let's you since he's so eager for your affection.

His eyes look at you softly waiting for anything ,but your to worried about something else.

"Your eyes...their blue." You say your voice just a whisper as if verifying it to yourself.

Damian tilts his head like a confused puppy.

"They have always been blue ,sister" Damian says his voice soft but also mocking.

"No, they were green..." You say your eyes never leaving his now blue ones. What was going on?

His eyes have always been green you were so sure of it. Though yes you despised him you couldn't deny his eyes were beautiful.

Green like the forest you thought. Never blue. One of the traits he got from his mother... atleast that's what you thought.

"Are you feeling well ,sister?"

"Stop lying. Your eyes have always been green." You say your grip on his chin tightens almost instantly but not harsh. Never harsh.

Damian looks at you like you just just said something ridiculous and that makes you confused. He really isn't lying is he?

Letting go of his chin you step back.

"Are you sure your alright, sister? I'll go get Alfred..." Damian says worry etched on his face as he looks at you. You look fine just....confused.

"No, don't get Alfred. I'm fine...just need some sleep." You say hoping he'll buy the lie. Even though part of what you said is true.

Because how the hell did his eyes change colors over night? Yeah you definitely needed sleep.

"I'll assist you to your room ,sister." Damian say his feet already making their way towards you.

"There's no need damian. I know where my room is." You say sarcastically already making your exit out of the art room before Damian could protest.

You rub your temples on your way to your room ,clearly stressed. Were you really losing your shit?

"You okay sweetheart?" Bruce voice rings throughout the quiet hall till it reaches your ears. Of course you weren't alright your losing your damn mind! But like he'll your telling him that.

"I'm fine ,dad."

Dad? Dad. God's you hated calling him that but you knew what would happen if you didn't. And sitting through an entire movie with your overbearing father was not on your wishlist.

"Just tired." You mumble as you continue walking. Trying to escape having a full conversation with the man you couldn't stand.

"Get some rest!" Bruce all but shouts as you continue walking to your room.

You sigh as you finally lay down in your room. Peace. This was peace. But what do the always say? Oh, yeah.

Calm comes before the Storm.

You yawn your eyes finally drifting shut as you roll to lay on your side only to fill something crumb beneath you. Groaning you lazily try and pull whatever is underneath you out.

But it doesn't budge so you tiredly sit up. And pull the piece of now crumbled paper from under you.

"Shit I thought I put up my homework?" You mumble tiredly but the rooms to dark to see what's on the paper.

But wait this doesn't feel like just a piece of paper. Something inside you is deeply telling you but you toss it aside decideding to wait till tomorrow. Because right now you need sleep.

The next day you wake up to thunder a big storm. Yawning and wiping your eyes you hardly even glance at the raging storm outside but what does catch your eye si the piece of paper from lats night. Actually it's a note.

Your gut gets that feeling like you're about to puke. But you brush it off. It's just a dumb note right? Probably from dick telling you about his day or jason telling you he'll see you today. Or maybe even Tim annoyed about the state you left him in last night.

Either way it's just a note right?

Wrong. The words in the note twist your stomach like you've been pushed down a forty feet tower.

And in this moment you feel just like the muskrat who chews off his own leg to escape the trap.

But you also understand one thing from the muskrat now ,that you didn't before.

Maybe the muskrat wasn't stupid or brave.

Maybe the muskrat knew he'd die if he chewed of ihis leg.

But maybe dying was better then living his whole life with his foot trapped in a cage....

Oh! and what did the note say? Simple words really.

'It worked. NOW RUN.'

Who knows this might be your way out. But you could be just as stupid or brave as the muskrat.

The question is are you?

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love hurts, doesn't it?

Synopsis: love hurts so you try and avoid it...but what happens when you meet two sisters who desperately need help? You can't help ,but lend a hand... and love?

'Control your emotions.' Is what your father always told you.

'Emotions will get you killed.' He'd say and despite his cold words you knew they came from love.

The World was cauos, the evenriment in shambles. All that your father could do was prepare you for the harsh reality of your world.

You being the oldest child were exposed to more brutality, more cruelty.

Your father claimed it was healthy for you to see what your have to face early on even though your mother claimed it wasn't.

After all he was training you to do what he's always done protect.

That's what you knew to do. Protect.

But you'd never be an enforcer. No, your father would never allow that. He knew the truth behind the facade and so did you.

So your father since you could remember trained you to do what he did.

Protect your family.

Provide for your family. Everything you needed to know to survive you knew by the age of twelve.

You knew how to use every gun. How to build just about anything from scraps ,or how to produce food. You were good with just about any blade. You knew how to hunt or how to hide when needed.

And most importantly you knew how to bargain in your favor.

You were ready. Atleast in your father's eyes you were.

You were prepared to defend your family when your father couldn't anymore.

Because you knew that was your purpose.

Atleast that's what you thought.....

But that time never came.

Atleast not infront of your eyes.

One day everything was perfectly normal. You your little sister and baby brother and parents eating dinner in your scrappy abound building that you guys called home.

The next enforcers blew everything up.

The city already being in shambles barely noticed anything ,but you saw.

You saw as your eyes were ringing how everything was on fire. How the table you always ate at was in pieces.

The home that you had in ashes.

You thought you were prepared for anything but this? How could your father ever prepared you for this?

Your ears ringing the fire surround you and your quick to look around for your family searching for just one soul last to save....and you see her.

Your mother her beautiful face etched with blood her hands shaking, but moving.

She was alive. You had to save her. You rush to her side before your mind even processes the pain in your legs or the stinging in your arms from your cuts.

You reach her and her eyes are half lidded but with every bit of strength left in you you pull her along. Trying to get anywhere away from the fire.

A small gap is all you have left and rush to make through to other side.

Finally safe and away from your destroyed home you look at your mother and her eyes just barely open.

Her breathes shallow and her heartbeat slow.

What could you do? With all the training your father had given you no one could deny the fact that you were still just a kid.

And that showed especially as tears welled up in your eyes.

You wanted to beg her not to leave you but that'd be selfish because you both knew she already gone.

"Be strong baby." She whispers and her eyes close for the final time and you can't contain the tears from rolling down your face.

She called you baby. She only did that when your father wasn't around because you weren't to babies ever.

You were always meant to be the strong one because your siblings were to small to defend themselves.

You were meant to protect.. to protect your family.....that's what you knew to do....but who do you protect now?

'Be strong' her words repeat in your head like a haunting melody as you look at her blood on your hands. How were you gonna be strong?

You had absolutely no one....your heart felt broken as your cries became louder. And though your body was in physical pain it didn't compare to the ache in your heart.

But then a thought crosses your mind....what if your father and siblings are still alive? I mean it's possible right?

You survived...they could be alive too.... you have to find them! They could be hurt.....and scared, their probably scared!

You stand ignoring how weak your legs feel or how your eyes burn from the smoke.

You don't dare look back at your mother's body. You can't, to afraid you wouldn't leave if you did.

The ashes of the burned and ruined city never truly seemed to fade through time but you learned how alot.

Like how to take care of yourself. It was easier only looking for enough food for yourself. Only worrying about yourself. Atleast that's what you told yourself.

Despite the voices and the common sense in your head that told your family was long dead by now. You never stopped looking.

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months.

And even though the ache in your chest eventually faded to just bitter loneliness you never stopped looking.

But eventually you did lose hope but you never lost determination. Because it was easier pretending that they were still out there then knowing that realizing they were gone.

One day you had a family Then one day you simply didn't....

It's was unfair how cruel the world could be but whether you knew it or not you were actually one of the lucky ones.

You figured that out the day you met Vi and her little sister Powder.

You had just left the black market that day having made enough deals for the day to survive the week. You smart enough to know what vendors to buy from though. You knew not everyone would sell to a twelve year old girl without some sort of enjoyment.

Sick people create sick times. And sick times was exactly what you had to live through.

But despite the coldness of the world your father had trained you throughout your childhood. So even if you still carried that weight in your chest of pure guilt you knew how to survive.

But what about those who had the same weight of guilt but didn't know how to survive? Well you meet two of those people today.

"Help....please?" The little girl begs. She has blue hair and blue eyes which is odd but you don't question it. Everyone here has something strange about them.

She tugs on your arm and you push her away you don't help. That's not what you do. That's not what your trained to do.

"Find someone else." You mutter walking away.

Your fathers old teaching fill your mind memories you try and recite every night so you don't forget him....

"You don't help anyone but your family." Your father says helping you point your gun at the target.

You close one eye to give you better aim with the other.

"What if it's a baby? I can't just let a baby die..." You say as you load the gun.

"Fuck that baby." Your father says his voice cold. Because he knows his voice has to be strong so that you will listen.

"Karma's a thing dad. What if one day I need help." You say taking your eyes off the target to look at your dad.

"If you listen to me you'll never need anyone's help. Now shoot the damn gun." Your father says pushing your head so that you look at the target agian.

These memories are the things that keep you connected to your father..to your family.

But as the little blue haired girl runs up to agian and pulls on your sleeve agian her eyes begging and pleading for you to help. You can't help but stops in your tracks your father's voice in your head still repeats the same words.

"Keep walking. Keeping walking. Keeping fucking walking."

But you don't....no, you stop in your track and say the words your sure to regret.

"What do you need?"

"My sister...she's really hurt...help.. please?" And gosh why does she look so desperate? You've never been in her position before. You've never had to ask for help. Partly because you were trained to live without it.

But that doesn't matter atleast not when you follow the small blue haired girl to her hurt sister.

Her sister is in bad shape and it's even worse that their living under a fallen down bridge.

"Why the hell would you bring a complete stranger powder!?" The red haired girl says angry to her sister but you see that she's to weak to really be angry.

"She's gonna help." The little girl says. Sitting against her sister side.

"Yeah right....take what you need....but don't touch my sister." Vi says possessively as she shields powder from your gaze.

And looking around you aren't sure what there is to take they really don't have anything.

You look at her confused but admire her proteciveness knowing you'd do the same for your own sister.

"I don't need shit." You say bending down to the side of her to examine her wounds. She had been cut. Probably by a blind deep but not to deep where it couldn't be fixed.

She flinches at your touch still weary of you. Like she's waiting for you to kill her.

"Stay still." You say as you grab some alcohol from your bag and a needed and thread.

"What are you gonna do?" Powder asks clueless. Vi closes her eyes preparing for the sting.

"Bite on this." You say putting a cloth in her mouth.

Pouring the alcohol on her wound her scream is muffled by the cloth and you begin sewing he up.

"Your lucky she found me....you wouldn't have lasted another day." You mutter your eyes still focused on stitching her up.

"I'm stronger then you think." Vi says wincing from the pain.

"And your dumber then I thought If you really think you could've survived this."

And as Vi looks at you to make another sarcastic remark she stops herself. Because she doesn't know if it's because she's finally getting the help she desperately needed she can finally see you clearly....

And you're fucking beautiful.

Love hurts.

Losing someone you love hurts....but maybe finding others to love will make it better?

Only time will tell....

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[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Batfam x Neglected Mortal

Kombat reader

Notes: This is part twelve to lucid dreams. The other parts are on my masterlist.

Warnings: death blood grave yard. Grief. Not proofread.

The angels pity humans and their stupidity. But what do the gods think?

Maybe they think your weak, unable to conceal your emotions. Or maybe they love the gift of dying envy your mortality.

Envy dying.

Dying has always been seen as something beautiful .

Your last moments on this earth were supposed to feel peaceful.

Atleast to the person who was dying....but to the person who loved them?

Oh they died just as much that day.

But they still walk the earth just the same the next morning.

Yes, death was probably beautiful to the dead. But to the living it was pain.

You understood dead at an earlier age. Having attended plenty of funerals for people you hardly knew.

People didn't cry at funerals here.

No, that was for the weak. Here funerals were to celebrate their achievements how much they were honored. How great they were!

Maybe angels were right to pity humans for their stupidity.......And you learn that today.

Blood tainted the pure white snow from every angle. The once beautiful oak trees had cold beaten bodies pressed against them.

The air was cold and smoke filled the air. Cuts covered your skin as you fought, fought, fought.

Everyone was fighting. This was it. The war.

Alliances were made brother betrayed brother. While most women with their children afraid to be brought into the war. While other women fought alongside their men just as ambitious to win.

Kids would become orphans and mothers would become widows.

Those who live would be as tainted as the snow was in blood ,but no one cared for that right now.

No, everyone wanted to win.

You don't remember when your vision had gotten so blurry or when you couldn't think straight your body was moving on instinct.

But a voice brings you back into place.

"Sister!"

"Sis!"

No, make that two voices.

The first was kion and you look to your left to find him leaning against a tree. A man double his size smiling wickedly at him. No doubt he was planning on killing your brother.

But before your feet could move you look to your right. And there's Jason. Your Jason.

He's laying down a sword to his neck but he's screaming for you to help him. Injuries cover both of their bodies fear indented into their little child eyes but they only yell for one person.

You.

Who to chose? Your mind doesn't have time to think and you heart breaks at either choice.

By the time you know realize who you chose it's too late. You already killed the man who was going to kill Jason.

You chose Jason. Well, more like your instincts did right?

It's a reasonable decision. Jason was weaker then Kion. He didn't know how to survive here.

Kion was stronger he'd last a little longer then Jason would've right?

Long enough for you to help him to right?

Wrong.

Turning back to where kion was you see him.

He's slumped against a tree sword through his chest ,eyes struggling to stay open.

This was it.

You decided.

You decided that blood wasn't thicker then water.

Your reach him before his head hits the ground and he's in your arms. He doesn't look in pain but the sword in his chest tells you it's just a facade.

Another wall not to look weak.

His face is covered in blood and bruises. His voice a weak tremble compared to his normal tone.

"I lied..... I am afraid to die sister."

So weak. So quiet. So not Kion.

Your breath hitches and your blinking so fast to keep in the tears because you know he hates when you cry.

"It's okay...... your not gonna die." You say but it's not really a sentence, it's more like a prayer.

'Please don't die, please don't die!' Is what you want to say ,but you won't. It'd be selfish.

His last words aren't angry. Aren't selfish. He acts as if he doesn't even care that you chose Jason over him.

Your own brother, your own blood.

"Don't forget me....please?"

Even in his last words he's still begging for your attention.....

His eyes close for the last time before you get to answer. His small chest stops moving and a for a moment so does your own.

If you didn't know any better you'd say someone had snuck behind you and took your heart out from your chest. Because that's what this moment feels like.

You hold him close against your chest feeling his small cold body against yours. All he ever wanted was your approval.....

Warm hands wraps around your stomach pulling you tight. Your quick to push them away but they come back again holding you tighter.

Then you feel it.

The snow isn't as cold..and it doesn't smell like blood anymore....

Your eyes open and your still in your bed Kions still asleep agianst your chest.

Kions still breathing.

The silk sheets beneath you add to your comfort but your hearts still aching.

"You'll never have to fear death kion....." You whisper your voice sounds just like it did in the dream soft like prayer.

Lucid dreams,

They always haunted you nomatter the day. But this was different. It was something you didn't know you feared.

How would you ever chose between Jason or Kion?

In this dream you chose Jason ,but what if you had chosen Kion? Would you still feel the same brutal regret?

As you closed your eyes you prayed for two things. That you wouldn't have any more dreams for the night.

And that you'd never have to choose between your two brothers......

The sun shined brighter the next day.

Almost like an apology gift from the heavens for the bad dream last night.

The pure white snow wasn't covered in blood and the air wasn't as cold.

"Do you ever lose?" Your mentor taunts smiling at you as he circles your stance.

You knew he was referring to your fight with Azrael.

Everyone was impressed without your skills and it seems that includes your mentor as well.

"She's a Hasashi. Winning is in her blood." Your father speaks up ,and your head snaps to him as he stands before you.

He continues speaking and his voice is different....not angry or upset....just confused.

"We saw how she fought without her powers...now let's see how she does with them."

Your mentor nods giving you space as your sparing partner prepares to fight you.

"Don't hold back." Your father says backing away to give you space but close enough so he can watch.

Your sparing partner however looks far to young. Well he's about the same age as you ,but he looks weak.

Though the young boy looked scared he's the first to throw a punch and you easily dodge and manage to throw him on the ground within a second.

"I said use your powers." Your father states commandingly.

"My fire would kill him."

Your words are simple but true. Your fire would easily destroy the young looking boy.

"Doesn't matter. Don't hold back." Your father says stepping forward daring you to disobey him.

The boy doesn't even flinch at your father's words. As if he already knew he was dead.

He tries to keep the a tough face but you see how his form is slightly shaken how his eyes dart around nervously.

"I won't kill someone who doesn't it." You say and voice is strong and it matches perfectly with how your father sounds.

You can tell everyone's amused by what you said. Because since when does a Hasashi not kill?

"Why do you do this? Why do hold back?"

Ah, now you've done it. Your father's angry. You haven't seen or made him angry in years and for a moment you feel just like you did when you were a kid. Scared.

But your not that kid anymore. So you puff out your chest and stand tall showing no sign of fear. But your father begins speaking before you can answer his first question.

"Why don't you hit first in a fight?"

"Does it matter?" You state tilting your head but your voice still carries that strong venom.

"Of course it does!" His voice echo through the whole training area and even other soldiers who were training flinch at the sound of his voice.

All eyes are on you now. Waiting for you to face his wrath like many others have.

Like you have before.

"I don't know how." You state simple but your not backing down. Far from it.

Your father sighs clearly expecting this answer he replies.

"Of course you don't."

"I was taught this way by my grandfather.....it was easier not to hurt my opponent this way."

Your words shock everyone agian. Because everyone here spared like their opponent was the enemy not a friend.

You fought here to survive you understood that. But in gotham you fought to protect.

So your grandfather taught you how to fight softly. Not to say you couldn't fight rough but you chose not too.

"I still fight hard. I just use defense more the offense." But your words do nothing to calm the room or more importantly your father.

"Your a Hasashi. Our whole fighting technique is focused on offense." The older mentor says and you watch your father stare at you in disbelief. As if saying how could you not know this?

"No, it's focused on anger." You say simply.

Your were right of course but no one ever had the guts to say that. And to the king none the less.

"With anger or not. You will learn to fight with our technique ,and she will not stop until she perfects it." Your father says sternly glancing at your mentor as he walks out the training area ,clearly displeased with your technical abilities.

You scoff he really didn't change did he?

"I really am a fool aren't I? I thought you could change." Your words slip past your tongue before your mind has time to stop them from reaching your lips.

Your father freezes mid step and you don't need to look around the training area to see everyones worried faces.

"No, I'd be the fool to let you fight unprepared. I just got you back. I refuse to lose you." He doesn't turn around to face you and you wonder if he really means what he's saying.

But deep down you know he's being sincere your brain just won't let your guard down. Even if he's your father....

He continues walking as if you hadn't spoken at all. And you stand there deciphering his words.

"Let's begin ,princess."

"Yeah....."

The halls of the ancient palace were quiet the beautiful sun lowering beneath the horizon leaving that beautiful glow throughout the palace.

You walk through the halls your hands softly touching the walls of the place you once called home. Still quite not believing your finally back.

You hear steps and you don't need to look behind you to know the person ,because their already beside you before you can.

"Thank you...." He mumbles quietly almost ashamed.

This stops your steps as you turn to look at him puzzled because why would he be thanking you?

"I know you... you could've cut out my eye if you wanted to.... You spared me." Azrael says staring into your confused eyes.

"Well, you spared my eye." He continues.

"You clearly don't know me enough." You say softly. Your head turning to the side you didn't want to look at him. To look at his scare. The scar you gave him.

"I wanted a fair fight."

"I don't fight friends...." He whispers his voice quiet almost unsure of how he wanted to say it but he still says it confidently.

"Were still friends?" You ask tilting your head. Had this world not tainted his heart like the blood tainted his hands?

"When did we ever stop?" He asks copying your actions and tilting his head.

"When I gave you this." You mumble your hands tracing the outline of the scar that crosses his eye.

"This does not define are friendship.... you gave it to me. I'll wear it as a gift." Azrael mutters. His voice holding the kind of sincerity that you don't even need to question.

"Your delusional....." You say but your hand doesn't stop tracing his scar until his hand grabs your wrist gently. Not harsh. Never harsh.

"I prefer...grateful."

His rough but but gentle hands continue holding your wrist just loose enough that you could pull away if you wanted ,but you don't.

"And I prefer foolish."

Kion voice rings all the way from the other side of the long hallway. Your quick to pull your hand away like you touched something you shouldn't have.

Kions by your side before you can think of an excuse.

"Touch my sister agian and it'll be the last thing your hands ever touch." Kion says his eyes already burning with hatred for Azrael.

Azrael on the other hand doesn't even flinch at Kions threat or how Kion is getting in his face.

Between the two it was obvious Azrael was the better fighter even Kion knew that. But that doesn't stop your little brother from trying to nearly kill the boy.

"Kion. Enough." You warn almost embarrassed at your brothers actions.

"No, he doesn't get to touch you."

"And who decides that?" Azrael says his voice obviously teasing your smaller brother.

"Are father." Kion says like the snitch he is. And you roll your eyes at his childish tactics.

But Azrael freezes like a kid who got caught putting their hand in the cookie jar.

"Kion stop this. It's childish." You say groaning throwing a apologizing glance at Azrael.

"Childish or not you will not come near sister." Kion warns as he grabs your hands his eyes only leaving Kion to lead you down the hall..

"That's was unnecessary." You say your face contorted of confusion and irritation.

"No, he doesn't get the privilege of your time. Not after he hurt you." He points to the barely noticeable scar on your arm that's no longer bandage.

"It's a kitten scratch. It's nothing."

"It's not. It symbolizes that he doesn't care to hurt you."

And in this rather uncomfortable moment you realize that nomatter how hard you try and persuade your younger brother that Azrael was rather sweet. Your desperate please would never be heard.

So you stay silent as your brother leads you down the hall until you reach the gardens and he stops at the entrance.

"What are we doing here?" You mumble your eyes staring Intently at the beautiful flowers that the garden was full of.

"Oh...I forgot to tell you. Fathers waiting for you." Kion says sheepishly as he looks at you slightly embarrassed from his lack of memory.

"Oh......" You mumble your eyes no longer staring at the beautiful flowers that the rising moon shine its light on.

But your eyes go over the path that leads through the garden wondering what your father must want.

"I'll see you tonight...." Kion mumbles seeing that you probably aren't even listening to him as you walk down the beautiful flower path.

You don't respond to busy searching for your father as you walk down the path......

The path ends after a while of walking and for a while wonder if Kion took you to the wrong place. But then you see him.

He's not in his normal king attire. No, now he looks normally. Far to normal. To humble.

But you see why.

Seeing where he's standing. The place he plans to take you is nowhere where your clothes matter nor your status.

Because the people you visit here don't care about any of that......

"For a moment I almost thought you wouldn't come," He says his voice quiet almost like he's scared to frighten the people here. Or he's frightened of the people here.

You hum your steps now softer as your father leads you down a more narrow but lavish path.

Your father stops at the place you knew he would. You follow his actions on getting on your knees at the stone infront of you.

"I buried her here....I figured since she was family to you ,she deserved to be buried in the Hasashi grave yard."

He goes silent after that so unlike a king who always has something to say.

"If my grandfather was here....he'd kill you for doing this." You mumble your eyes trained on the sight of your grandmother's grave.

It almost felt like if you stared at it long enough you'd get a glimpse of her.

"Well he's not here. And I'm not seeking his approval. I'm seeking yours."

Your eyes never leave the grave and you barely catch what he's saying. The grave's nicer then what she would've had if she was buried anywhere else.

But you knew she would've preferred to be buried somewhere else. Somewhere she belonged.

"She hated these." You state your hands already clawing at the beautiful tulips planted around your grandmother's grave.

"She isn't here to comment on her grave...."

"She might be." You retort your hands still mindlessly digging up the flowers your grandmother would've never chosen.

"Stop it." Your father demands but your minds not listening as your hands continue working on taking out every flower off her grave.

"I said stop." He repeats his hands grabbing yours to stop your actions.

You blink. Once then twice.

You stay silent your hands still caged by your father's bigger ones.

"She's dead......let her rest."

"She's dead because you killed her."

Your voice doesn't come out as strong as you'd like ,more like a broken whisper ,but their strong enough to hurt your father's pride.

"I told you it was an accident..she was never supposed to be hurt."

"Accidents are meant to be fixed... you can't fix this." Your voice had long lost the venom now every word that past your lips was just...pain.

"I understand your hurt....but I thought-"

"You thought that burying her in a nice place would earn you forgiveness?" You mock your eyes finally meeting his.

"No, I thought you could forgive me....." He whispers his hands bawled into fist just like the are when he fights....

Truly you wish you could forgive him. Wish you could look past his faults and move on but your heart aches the same way it did the day she was killed when you look at her grave.

It's a nice grave but far to forced far to fake for her. She would've wanted something small with meaning......but here she lays with a meaningless grave.

It beaks you.

"You'll never forgive me will you?"

"When she's alive then I'll truly forgive you." You whisper your eyes returning to the grave your grandmother would've never agreed to.

But then again she doesn't have a choice anymore.....

You don't even truly realize the hurtful words that you just spoke. To focused on your own pain to see how much you just hurt your father.

"Do you know why we focus are fighting technique on anger?" Your father finally speaks up trying to ignore the pain on his chest at your cruel words.

"It's the easiest emotion to control...."

You know this but your mind doesn't want to speak. Atleast Not to him. So you stay silent and let him carry on with his meaningless conversation.

"Being anger is better then being sad."

You wish you agreed with his words. You wish you could think how he does. But the pull in your heart doesn't want hatred or anger...it wants peace.

It wants belonging. And right now you don't what you want. Or where you belong.

You don't want to be angry. You don't want to be like him. To become something your not. But something in the back of your mind tells you it'd be easier that way. Less pain. Less regret.

Just like him.

"Control your emotions. Don't let them control you." He says his voice calm but firm. Not harsh or rude.

His hands have let go of yours and your quick to pull them away.

He'll never forget what you said today. But he supposes that that's his punishment for hurting you this way.

"That's why you almost lost against Azrael..... because your emotions. They'll get you killed if your not careful...please be careful."

You hear what he's saying but your to focused on trying to keep your tears from falling to even care.

Your eyes are still focused on the ground so you don't see as he gets on his feet deciding to give you space. But you hear his last whisper before he walks away.

"I love you.."

It's such a quiet whisper your sure you heard him wrong. He obviously doesn't expect you to respond or say it back as he walks away with his head hung low as if you just broke his heart.

Well, you did break his heart.

Your hand begin working on taking out the tulips agian. You never really knew why your grandmother hated tulips they were rather pretty flowers to you.

But she hated them. You wonder if your fatger knew she hated them and he had them planned around her grave just to mock her. Or if it was accidental and the world was mocking you.

You blink fast trying to keep your tears from falling. You know this is ridiculous you should be over her death it's been years. You hardly remember her face....

But somehow that makes it even worse.

How can miss someone you hardly remember?

She hated when you cried, you remember that. Always the first to comfort you. Always.

She had soft brown hair and streaks of Grey from her aging. But she always blamed your grandfather for her Grey hairs saying he stressed her out.

You remember her laugh how sweet it was and how she never raised her voice at you but you feared her wrath just the same as your grandfather's.

She would never hit you. No, she was far to delicate to do that but just her being disappointed in you made you respected her.

You remember how she always did your hair even if it was diffrent from her own she'd learn how to do it.

Now looking back you realized how she was more your mother then the one you left in gotham.

She never got disappointed in you. Always praised you even for your mistakes telling you that mistakes make you better. They guide you to winning.

Being with her was easy you didn't have to seek her approval or beg for attention ,because she gave that to you freely.

You don't have a picture of her or painting but you wish you did. So you'd never forget the women who raised you.

One thing you'll never forget is the way she smelled. She smelled sweet deserts..

Her favorite desert were cakes so the house often was full of them.

She used to tell you when you were small that I'd you were ever lost follow the smell of her cakes. And they'll bring you back to her.

But you can't.

All you can do is stare at a cold stone and hope she's proud of whatever your turning into.

"The smell of your cakes are fading....and I..I don't know what to do."

The blows against your wet cheeks because nomatter how hard you try and fight them off the tears don't stop.

The breeze of the snowy night doesn't faze you ,it never did. But on nights like these where everything was quiet your body would always feel so cold.

Naturally it didn't make sense. Your body was literally fire. It was like the coldness made replaced the loneliness. It was your bodies way of distracting your mind from the pain.

Though you feel like shit and your heart hearts and you've had just about the worst day. The world doesn't stop. The birds still sing the wind still blows and night still passes.

Realizing this you stand wiping your tears, because despite your pain life still moves on.

Your life still moves on.

A little darker and sadder but it still moves on.

Looking up you freeze your wet teary eyes Looking at something strange.

Something that makes your whole world stop.

Your know what it is.

Or more importantly who it is.

You've seen them. Or we'll their eyes plenty of times.

Blue eyes stare deeply into yours unwavering waiting, watching. Trying to see what you'll do.

You don't move or flinch as the snow crunches under their wait as the move.

You just continue to stare at the monster known as Sub-zero.

He's so far away from you behind a tree not giving you a clear view of him, but it's him. You know it. His piercing blue eyes watch your every breathe.

Then just like you saw him. He was gone.

Like a ghost.

Your bodies quicker then your kind and before you know what you're really doing your feet run right were he was.

By the time you get there he's gone. That's to be expected but you don't stop. Not for second your body won't let you. And all your instincts all telling you to stop.

Screaming at you that this a trap.

But your feet still carry you as fast as they can following his foot steps in the snow.

Now if you were in your right mind you'd realize that he would've never left Tracks in the snow ,but sadly your not in your right mind.

So you continue following his tracks that he would've never left if he didn't want you to find him.

Eventually his tracks end and your breathing heavy and you dont quite know where you are.

So far into the snowy words and now it's snowing so heavily that you can barely make out what someones saying.

Then you hear it more clearly.

It's him the same man you once called your uncle.

And he's singing the same song you once loved.

Well he's humming it you'd probably be dead before you hear sub-zero sing.

He's still big and his muscles haven't changed and if you were anyone else you would be terrified of the big man. But surprisingly you arent.

He's calmly sitting in the snow. You see what he's doing. He's trying to make himself appear smaller less harmful. Why?

Your steps are quiet as you approach him blending into the wind. He's staring right at you and as you get closer everything inside you is telling you to run but you don't.

"You've gotten better little dragon."

You swallow your mouth going dry realization finally hitting you full force. This really was him wasn't it?

Looking back you can understand why people feared him so much before you didn't understand because to you he was harmless. He'd teach you how to fought how to kill but he always brought you gifts when he'd visit.

He has Grey hair now but not as much as your father. You suppose he was always more laid back then your father so it made sense.

"Have you gone mute dragon?" He teases his voice soft just like you remember.

Dragon. He always called you that. He's the only one who ever called d you that. It fitted you perfectly or in his eyes it did. So that's what he called since the day you were born.

How can this be the man who killed Kions mother? It didn't make sense but then again it didn't make sense why he's here right either.

"Why are you here?" You ask your voice softer then what you wanted. It didn't make sense you were supposed to hate him. Hate him for what he did....but why isn't he fighting you?

"You know I do everything for a reason ,dragon."

His words are true you they are. He's always one step ahead. And right now it's obvious he has you right where he wants you. Trapped.

You look around trying to hide the fear in your eyes with anger.

"Don't be scared....it's just you and I. You have my word."

"Your word doesn't mean anything anymore. So I'll ask again why are you here?!" You say your voice loud but shaky maybe someone will hear you if you speak loud enough.

But deep down you know your way to far for anyone to help.

"Simple. I wanted to see who's side your on."

Silence. Pure silence fills the air.

"..............what?"

"I said-"

"I heard what you said..... What do to mean?"

Isn't it obvious who's side your on? Shouldn't the whole world know by now? What kind of game is this sick man playing?

"Answer the question." He ask. His eyes never leave yours.

"My fathers."

"Then kill me."

What the hell going on? Your heads practically screaming 'it's a trap, it's a trap, it's it's trap.'

But still you push on.

"Nothings ever that easy."

"It can be....take your sword and kill me. No blood has to shed only mine. Do it."

Your grab your sword and hold it tightly in your hand.

"Do it." He says his voice strong. He's so confident....why?

So many questions fill your head. But only one reamians as you point the sword to his neck.

'Why is this so hard?'

"Why?" You ask your voice so quiet, so soft....and you watch as his blue eyes soften.

You sound just like you did before you left.

Like a child.

"If you truly think I'm guilty of what they say I am. Then kill me."

Your chest hearts the pain from earlier coming back ten times fold.

How can you do this? If you kill him you hurt yourself never knowing the truth. But if you don't kill him you hurt your entire clan ,or more important Kion.

"If not you then who?"

"I don't know...but I'd never hurt your father like this..."

He sounds so honest. But your hand still holds your sword to his neck.

"You'd do it for the throne......"

Your hand unconsciously pushes the sword harder against his neck.

"No I wouldn't..... you know this." He says his eyes so diffrent then what you'd expect from a killer.

They look honest and pleading. Pleading for you to give him a chance.

You sigh and pull your sword away from his neck.

Because despite your last name you can't kill a man who doesn't deserve it....

'Please let this be the truth.' Your thoughts say over and over again until he speaks up agian.

He stands, his voice still soft.

"Thank you...."

"Why would someone do this....."

You ask ,your so worried about everything ,to truly see how grateful he is that you actually believe him.

"If they wanted the throne they would've killed your father..."

"Then what do they want?"

"An empire to fall."

At the palace your father sits in his office calculating the plans for the war when guards knock.

"What is it?"

"We have unexpected guests. They would like to see you." The guard says as he opens the door.

"I don't have time for guest ,tell them to go away."

"My king I think you'll want them to stay."

Your father being fed up and frustrated at everything speaks up.

"Who is it?!"

"The princess's mother.....and her family."

Well this night could possibly get worse....right?

Well maybe the gods were right...dying was better then living.

You'll realize that soon.

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