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Chapter 4: Fatherless Behaviour

You were living in ignorant bliss.

Although your apartment wasn't in the nicest part of Gotham, it was still something you could call yours. Sure the ceiling had spots where it was leaking, and your neighbours were up at all hours of the night screaming at each other, but they weren't loud enough for your mic to pick up so you tried your best to just block it out.

Your apartment wasn't luxurious by any means. The carpeted floors were stained from the previous owners, and the provided bedframe creaked whenever you laid down. The kitchen cabinets never fully closed, and you would have to run your shoulder into the pantry door for the lock to catch.

But it was only temporary until you found a new place to live.

Or so you hoped.

As much as you loved the few friends you had made in Gotham, you knew you needed something more.

Metropolis, maybe? Star city? The options were endless, and the goal of getting as far away from your past seemed to be right in your reach.

"What are you wearing?" Damian asked, looking at the new hoodie Jon adorned himself with.

"Huh? Oh, the hoodie? It's the newest merch from that streamer I showed you! It even came signed by them!" Jon replied happily, showing off the signature.

How does Jon have signed merch before he did. It wasn't fair.

"I can see that. Why are you wearing it?" Damian asked, feeling an odd sense of jealously rising up in him. It didn't make sense to be jealous. Damian Wayne is above emotions like jealousy.

Jon just stared at him with an innocent look of confusion.

"Because I'm a fan, duh?"

Damian just stayed silent, lips pursed.

It was his own fault for mocking you. He can't be jealous when he was the one that drove you away. And yet...he longs to be the one in the hoodie; He longs to be the one that you go to for consults on merch designs. You knew how artistic he could be, he could help with your branding.

"Here, wanna watch the newest stream with me?" Jon hummed, waving his phone around. All Jon got in reply was a soft 'tch' and a nod.

"Alright, chat. Everyone's been asking for it, so here we go." You state, pulling up the little rank board on your monitor.

"Ranking people my chat has shipped me with."

You show off the small collection of little images at the bottom of your screen.

"I've scoured the deepest darkest corners of the internet...cough cough, reddit and tumblr, to see just who my chat think I'd be compatible with."

You pull up the first little image.

"First up we've got.." You had to take a moment to breathe, barely containing your laughter.

"The penguin."

You watched the chat flood with different opinions on the ship, ranging from disgust to mocking jests.

"Yeah, this is going in the F tier. Chat, he's like 60. At that point you can't even make Daddy jokes...that's like grandpa type shit. Thanks, but no thanks."

You quickly drop the little image into the F tier slot moving onto the next one.

"Next up we've got Kid Flash...honestly, y'all. He pops in for a cameo on stream one time and suddenly there's fanart."

A little ping noise alerts you to a donation, and you look over.

Speedster098 donated $10: Happy to cameo again whenever you need me to ;)

You scoff, clicking your tongue as your chat reacts to the text to speech message.

"I thought I told you to stop donating, KF. I know you have like $13 total in your bank account." You state, quietly dragging the little image into the A tier space. You watch your chat go crazy with ship names and 'awwws', snorting.

"Yeah yeah, no comment. Those who know, know."

You repeat the process, listing off a couple more streamers until an image pops up that makes you grin.

"Red Arrow." You hum in amusement. Your mouse stutters for a moment, but then you slowly move the picture into the S tier space.

"Chat, hear me out." You begin, watching your fans blow up in reaction. A donation pinged, the text to speech bot reading out the little note that came with the money.

Areyoushore?345 donated $5: Robin hood junior? Really?

"Aye, aye...all Imma say is that he's an archer. That means he's good with his hands, no?"

You looked over your chat, a certain comment catching your eye and making you laugh.

" 'Fatherless behaviour'...oh, ToxicCreed. I hate to be the one to burst your bubble here mate, but that's kinda my thing. Fatherless, Motherless. The whole orphan shabang."

That was all Dick needed to hear to shut his laptop quickly.

Roy? And Wally?

He wasn't sure how to feel. His baby sibling was pining over one of his best friends, and they didn't even know it. This wasn't right. He knew both of the men you spoke of, and neither of them were good enough for you.

And this talk of fatherless behaviour? You have a father, a family. Why make jokes about things that aren't true? Don't you know how much Bruce cares?

Speaking of, why would Bruce have even approved of your leaving? Surely you spoke to your father before leaving, why wouldn't he have told the rest of them about your departure? How could he let you live in a dangerous city completely alone with no protection?

This just wouldn't do. This stream alone proved that he needed to see you. Making such comments are just opening you up to being exploited by the darkest corners of Gotham.

Don't even get him started on Wally's flirting with you. How could he- your big brother not know that one of his best friends had been hanging out with you behind his back? He would definitely have a talk with Wally, and soon.

All he's waiting for is the call from Jason confirming your location.

A/N:

Y'all I am so sorry, school has been whooping my ass so I haven't had a lot of time to write lately lol. Anyways hope you guys found this chapter satisfactory!

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Alrighty! I'm pretty sure I added everyone to the tag list, please let me know if I missed anyone :p

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ah yes ofc!!! Sorry y’all, I’ve been offline the past couple of days due to school. I’ll try to get around to getting everyone added tonight :D

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Chapter 3: Gone

TW: Yet again I state yandere themes...it literally says it in the title

Damian wandered the halls of the manor quickly, every stride purposeful as his destination drew nearer.

The west wing.

Once an esteemed part of the manor, the west wing wing had been left to rot for years. After the passing of Bruce's parents, the area where he used to sleep as a child came with all the painful memories of his mother reading him to sleep and helping him get ready for school. His old childhood bedroom had been boarded up, and the whole wing had been abandoned after that.

You had been given a room there shortly after being adopted, the peeling wallpaper making you wrinkle your nose. Bruce had always claimed that the placement was temporary until he could get a new room fixed up for you...but the constant need to help save Gotham flung that promise from his mind within the first 12 hours of making it.

Damian silently observed the degrading state of the halls as he walked, eyeing the thick layer of dust that had settled on everything. What set off his internal alarms was the amount of dust that had was on the various paintings and vases on display. It looked like it hadn't been attended to for at least six months, but there wasn't enough to indicated years worth of neglect.

His steps paused as he reached your old door. Damian's hands twitched, faltering before reaching for the knob.

Why? Why did something feel wrong?

It was absurd. He was raised by the Al Ghuls, he was trained to be a lethal weapon...and yet he found himself hesitating at a mere door.

"Y/n. We need to talk." He spoke, waiting patiently for a response. When he didn't get one, he opened the door and stepped inside.

What he saw made him freeze, or rather the lack of what he saw did so.

Empty. Your room was empty. Nothing but peeling paint and the bare bones of a bookshelf & bedframe remained. His gaze roamed the room, searching for anything to help him determine where you were.

"Y/n..?" He spoke again, voice quieter as he took another step inside. Every footstep echoed as he walked, each sound a constant reminder of how bare your room was. One conclusion came to mind as he investigated, and he felt his jaw tick.

You were gone. You've been gone for a while judging by the stale air and dust collection. There was no signs of struggle, and none of the manor's alarms had gone off that he could remember, meaning you had likely left of your own accord.

Did father know? Were any of his siblings aware of your departure from the manor? If they were, why didn't they say anything to him? You weren't like the rest of them. You were weak, and weak things couldn't survive on their own in the Gotham streets.

Damian felt something burning in his chest, just below his diaphragm. Guilt? Worry? He wasn't sure. What was there to even worry about? It wasn't his fault you had been so susceptible to his mocking. He was trying to make you understand what the world was really like; it wasn't his fault you were so emotional about everything.

So then why? Why did he feel bad about every time he sent you running out crying? Why did he feel so bad about all the times he had threatened you or mocked your lineage?

You were always the competition for the estate, for the Wayne legacy. If anything, he should be elated that you've suddenly vanished. Instead all he felt was the ache in his lower stomach, and the dull throb of his jaw as it clenched relentlessly. He wasn't even aware that he had pulled his phone out, already dialing up the number he knew could help locate and retrieve his older sibling.

He was doing this for you. He'd make sure to educate you on why you can't survive without the family once he got you back.

Dick had made himself a promise to invite you out to dinner to properly congratulate you on your fame. He had spent the past few hours running around and getting a cake, making sure the bakery had the words 'Congratulations, Baby Bird!' written elegantly in frosting and everything. He hummed to himself as he looked it over, chest puffing up with pride when it looked spectacular.

It was perfect, just like his favourite little sibling deserved.

He was practically skipping as he went to find your room, trying not to think about the sorry state your area of the manor was in compared to his.

Ah, it doesn't matter. He'd quickly have you moved into his old room so that he could make sure you were living comfortably where he could find you easily next time he visited from Blüdhaven.

"Baby bird? I heard about you reaching 2 mil the other day! I brought a cake to celebrate and everything, I'm so proud of-" He began, freezing when he stepped into the open door and saw nothing but Damian.

"They're gone." The youngest spoke, covering his tone in fake indifference.

"Gone? What do you mean gone?" Dick echoed, the smile melting off his face.

"I don't know." Damian replied, arm motioning towards the room. "They're gone. Appeared as if they haven't resided here for at least 6 months."

Dick felt himself set the cake down, a mild panic rising in his chest.

"How? What? They- they couldn't have just left-"

"Evidently, they did." Damian spoke.

"No...no. They're too young. Gotham will eat them alive, Damian. W-what if they get robbed? What if they get mugged? Or murderered? What if they get hurt and we can't help them-" Dick rambled, pacing around the room as he bit his cheek in worry.

"Then we need to get them back before they can get hurt." Damian replied. "You'll talk to Jason. I'll talk to Father and Tim. We'll find them and bring them home."

When Jason first learned that Bruce had adopted two new kids shortly after his passing, he was pissed.

Had he really meant so little to the old man that he would go and pick up two more strays without a second thought?

For months he watched from the shadows as Bruce trained up a new robin, teaching him all the gimmicks and trades of the job. Watching how Tim received the same praise Bruce used to give him, the occasional physical affection the two shared almost making him sick. For the longest time, Jason hated Tim with every drop of his being. Everything the kid did seemed to be a slap in the face. Improving the manor's security, rapidly solving cases with Bruce, the rate in which he seemed to pick up fighting...all of it made him hate the Bat even more.

And then there was you.

If Tim was a replacement, you were some cheap knockoff trinket left to collect dust on a shelf. At least with Tim, Jason could understand that Bruce adopted him because he would be a good robin. But you? Why on earth would Bruce waste time taking in such an insignificant thing? You weren't a fighter, weren't an inventor...all you had was half of Bruce's DNA, and even then he heard that you only had that because Bruce got a little too drunk one night and decided to get it on with some low life drug dealer. Somehow that made you worthy to take the place in the manor that he once held? What a joke.

Oh if he hated Tim, then he despised you.

Of course, he never really saw you do anything. He never witnessed any interaction between you and Bruce. He never stuck around long enough to see if you got along with the family, he just assumed you did: because of course you did, didn't you? If you didn't...then all his hatred held no meaning. If you weren't a child that got fawned over by all of the family, if you weren't coddled by them, then all the anger he had bottled up towards you over the years was unjustified...and he couldn't have that.

So colour him surprised when he got a phone call from a frantic Dick, hurriedly rushing out words over the phone as he tried to convey the urgency of the situation to Jason.

You. Gone. No one knows where. This for some reason matters?

"Okay? What does this have to do with me?" Jason spoke, picking at one of his nails.

.

.

"We need you to find them, Jason."

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Chapter 2: Entertainment

TW: I mean...kinda yandere behaviour...but it's a yandere fic so like if you're not into that why are you reading this far into the post? 🥲

It started off small.

A hushed giggle from Garfield as he watched something on his phone just out of Dick's line of sight.

An amused snort as Roy scrolled his phone in boredom when chilling at one of Jason's safehouses.

Konner and Jon commenting on "a new stream they saw" while over at the manor, leaving Damian and Tim confused and oblivious.

Your popularity in the content creation community was growing rapidly by the day, with your range of viewers extending out of Gotham and moving world wide. You gained a steady community of fans, with some even sending you gifts and letters. Of course, you made sure to use a P.O box to conceal your address in case someone somehow linked you to your past life as Bruce Wayne's child. Through maintaining a semi-regular streaming schedule mixed with uploading to youtube every month left you with quite a chunk of cash in your pocket. So much infact, that you soon decided to drop the couple of college courses you were taking to pursue your content creation career full time.

With the added fame came opportunities to collab. Soon enough you were streaming with the people you used to idolize. It was almost a power trip, the way you ended up being a figure that was adored so commonly.

Adored. Shown affection, unlike when you were with them.

Surprisingly enough, Damian was the first to find out. Damain: the little brother who had taunted you endlessly, mocked you in front of everyone, and showed little remorse for any of it.

Jon was giggling on his phone, eyes stuck to his screen as he watched a youtube video of some sort during one of their many hangouts.

" Tch, can't you put that device down for one moment?" Damian huffed, looking over at the boy.

"Aw, lighten up. Come watch with me." Jon chirped, motioning for Damian to sit down next to him. He reluctantly agreed, posture still slightly too stiff as he sat down on the couch next to Jon. The youngest Kent propped his phone up in his hands, eager to show his friend the newest content creator he had found. His finger hit the play button, and it only took a couple seconds for Damian's eyes to narrow in recognition.

Surely not.

It sounded like you. There was no mistaking it, the same soft timbre that he would make choke up with tears now rang out confidently in an enrapturing way. Each word seemed to catch the complete attention of everyone who watched, bringing a sort of comfort that settled itself in his ribs.

When did they get so popular? Does Bruce know his child is building a reputation anonymously?

It was clear to Damian when he looked over at Jon that the youngest super had no idea it was you, and he supposed that made sense. Often times when Jon came over Damian made a bigger show of ostracizing you from the rest of the family. Now that he really thought about it, he realized that Jon had never really heard you speak in person. You had always tried to get out of Damian's vicinity whenever you spotted him, especially when he was with Jon.

Jon clearly saw he was lost in thought, snapping his fingers in front of Damian's face.

"Hello? Earth to Damian?"

Damian's gaze just slowly returned to the small device.

"I need to go find someone, I'll be back."

For Dick, he was doom scrolling on instagram one night after patrols when a certain reel made him pause. It was a clip one of your viewers had taken from a stream a while back, one where a fan of yours had made a huge donation. The donation requested you to share some sort of talent you had, and as per your usual antics you focused your camera on your new bedroom (still wearing a mask and sunglasses to keep yourself as unidentifiable as you could) and prepared.

"God, this is embarrassing. I actually learned how to do this a while back in order to try and impress some of my family, but that's a story for another time-" You snorted, before flipping over to walk on your hands. You did a little lap around your space before eventually standing back up, pushing the glasses back up the bridge of your nose to make sure they didn't fall.

There was no mistaking it was you, he'd recognize his baby bird anywhere. But what he wasn't prepared for was your small show of talent. He tried to recall any previous instances of you showing an interest in any sort of acrobatics, but his mind came up blank. Matter of fact, he was struggling to come up with a recollection of any of your hobbies.

Surely you've talked to him about something you were interested in before, no? He was your older brother, he should know about your hobbies.

Dick racked his brain, trying to come up with any memory of even holding a proper conversation with you, and his guilt seemed to increase every time he came up empty. He vaguely recalled a time you had asked to show him "something you thought he would like", but he had brushed it off as it was close to the time he was set to patrol.

He bit down on his bottom lip in guilt, clicking on the caption of the reel and trying to see if the person had tagged your official account. They hadn't (which honestly he found insulting, the clip was your hard work and this pathetic internet leech couldn't even be bothered to give you credit-) but in the hashtags he found what he assumed to be the same you went by on most platforms. He quickly typed it into his search bar, letting out a gasp at just how popular you seemed to be.

His baby bird was really taking after him in the entertainment industry. Although it wasn't really the same thing, Dick couldn't help but feel like he was part of your inspiration to become a famous personality.

He spent the next couple of hours carefully combing through your content, memorizing every reoccurring joke you held with your audience and how you acted as a safe space for your community.

God, he really needed to go find you and tell you how proud he was of your success.

Author's note:

Hey y'all! Dw, dw...Jason and Tim's reactions are coming soon lol :p hope you guys enjoy the chapter and please lemme know what you think! Ooh, also if you have any title recommendations for this fic, that would be baller because I've been really struggling to find one hehe!

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Hey Y'all!

The next chapter of my Yandere Batfam story should hopefully be out by tomorrow! I would've gotten it out sooner but I'm swamped with work atm lmao.

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Hello DC Fandom!

oh my gosh there's so many of y'all that have interacted with my stuff recently and I'm SO honoured oml. I didn't think that silly fic was gonna get ANY traction but y'all are blowing it up and I'm so thankful!!!

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Chapter 1: The family

You thought that the day your father (or rather, your father's butler) came to pick you up from the police station would be the one that turned your life around for the better. Bruce Wayne: the playboy billionaire, the man who had adopted several broken children throughout the course of his life. The man who had won the hearts of several, who had donated an incredible amount of funds towards helping orphans.

How foolish you were to assume he'd be the ideal father.

When Alfred came to pick you up from the station, you had quietly clung to his coat sleeve as he led you through the crowd of paparazzi who were eager to snap a photo of the bastard child of the famous socialite. Cameras flashed left and right, and you reached a hand up to your face in order to block out the bright lights. Reporters shoved microphones in your face, demanding answers on who your mother was and your relationship with your father. Alfred remained firm with them, acting as a solid wall between you and the strange people that seemed to box you in. He ushered you into the fancy car, making sure to lock the doors immediately after lest the paparazzi try to yank you out. You watched them from behind the tinted windows, a silent curiosity growing within you at how feral they seemed to be for answers.

Your father must be super important for them to act like this, no?

"Master Y/N, please make sure to fasten your seatbelt." Alfred advised as he got into the driver's seat, and you hastily moved to buckle yourself in. You tried your best not to make too much noise as he drove, not wanting to annoy the man in front of you.

Mama always hated it when you were too loud.

"Master Y/N? Are you alright?" Alfred spoke gently, worriedly glancing at you through the rearview mirror.

You gave a small nod, not sure if your voice could support you as you nervously played with your fingers. The car ride continued on in silence, the only noise being the quiet purr of the engine and the faint sound of music from the radio. You looked around the car (limo? Is that what they called the long cars? You remember your mom using the word once or twice when looking at the sleek black cars on the old TV.) in silent awe, noting the expensive leather seats and the small array of snacks in the many doors. You felt the urge to reach for one, to stifle the dull ache of hunger in your stomach, but resisted at the last moment. Your fingers twitched, the urges still in the back of your mind as the car came to a stop. You looked up, eyes going wide at the pure size of the estate in front of you.

"Welcome to Wayne Manor, Master Y/N. I'm sure your father will be eager to meet you."

Alfred couldn't have been more wrong.

As soon as you got into the manor, it was like you were a ghost. The eldest brother (who you later found out was named Dick) gave you a hello and showed you to your room, but immediately left to go do something else. You tried several times to connect with him over the years, however he always seemed to be busy doing something else. "Sorry, baby bird. I've got a date with Kori later, but I can hangout with you later!"

"Sorry, but I've got training! We can totally meet up tomorrow though!"

Eventually you gave up on waiting for "later" to arrive, and decided to leave him alone.

Through old photo albums and stories that Alfred shared you soon learned that you had another older brother, Jason. Apparently he had died shortly before you came to the house, and the reason your father was so withdrawn was because of his mourning. Alfred practically begged you to give your father some leeway; it wasn't that he didn't love you, but he was going through a dark time. That didn't matter to you, and you used to resent Jason for that...coming to the conclusion that his death was the reason for your father's negligence over the years. How were you meant to win your father's affection when he was too busy mourning for the child he already loved?

The resentment only seemed to fester when the newest brother, Tim, was introduced to the family. The excuse of Jason's death covering for your father's absence was no longer valid when Tim was given his full attention 24/7. You watched as the older boy was able to bring your father out of his shell, the two of them bonding quickly with every case they managed to solve. What was it about Tim that made him matter more to your father? He wasn't even related to Bruce. Why was it that your father could hardly spare you a glance, but could spend hours on end holed up in the Batcave with Tim?

Was it you? Was it because of who your mama was? Why would no one tell you how she and your father met? And why would no one tell you what happened to her?

And then he showed up. The ultimate slap in the face: your blood brother, Damian. He was everything you couldn't be. He was a fighter, he was strong, and he was loved. You assumed that once he moved in, you would finally have someone you could bond with. Another blood child of Bruce, someone you could relate to on the struggles of having Bruce Wayne as a dad. You can still remember the first day he came to the mansion. You offered a warm smile, giving a happy greeting and trying to show the small boy around the house. What you weren't expecting were the harsh insults swiftly followed by physical violence. Shouts of "bastard" and "unworthy" followed you to the ground as Damian pulled a blade on you and began slashing. It took Alfred 5 minutes to rip the child off of you, and by that time you had several shallow cuts and a tremble in your limbs. Alfred apologized after he sent Damian off to his room, telling you that "Damian had been through a lot" and "To give him time to warm up to you".

He never did.

As the years carried on things only seemed to get worse. Damian's bullying continued on throughout the years and only increased with time. Dick was busy with his duties as Nightwing, and focused all his time at the manor on Tim and Damian. Tim, the quietest brother, never engaged with you openly. You tried to gain a sense of kinship with him by offering potential help on cases, but every time you went to speak with him he simply gave you a tired look and told you now wasn't a good time. Your father, if you could even call him that, barely even spared you a glance. The conversations you had, which were few and far between, were all shallow. Simple "how's school going" or "Lovely weather outside", all topics which were much too dry for that of a true family. Time passed by, and the idea of your life being changed for the better slowly faded into the background. The hope of having a family was crushed, and you recognized that you simply exchanged one neglectful parent for another.

When you hit 17, you knew something had to change. If you couldn't find a family within your home, you would reach outwards. Being a child of Bruce Wayne came with its perks; The endless cash you were gifted with helped pay for a brand new PC setup along with premium mic and software equipment. Your career started off small, streaming on twitch to no viewers just for the sake of it. But as clips of your streams began to go viral, and the viewers came rolling in, it didn't take long for your audience to grow. You kept yourself faceless, mainly streaming games or wearing masks on the occasional in-person stream. It was best that no one knew who you were, who your father was. You wanted this channel to grow because of your talent and hard work, not because of the last name you were forced to adopt.

By the time you were 18, you had earned enough off of merch sales and sponsorships to purchase a shitty little apartment in a forgotten corner of Gotham that your family didn't know about. You called one of your school friends to help move all of your stuff out, managing the task without alerting any of your siblings or father. The only person you told about your moving was Alfred, with the butler wishing you the best and promising to keep in touch. You gave him a hug before you left, telling him to take care as you got into your friend's pickup truck.

As you drove to your new home, you looked down at your phone. You knew what you needed to do. One by one, you blocked each of their numbers. You moved on with your life, and you weren't truly free from your past unless you took steps to keep that door closed.

This was it. This was your new life, providing entertainment and gaining a sense of community you never had with your 'family'. You were through with the Waynes, through with Batman and his never ending line of sidekicks.

At least, you thought you were.

First chapter done! I promise I'll have more actual dialogue in future chapters, but I'm tryna get the past context outta the way relatively quickly so y'all can enjoy the main part of the story :)

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Chapter 0: Raid

TW: guns mentioned, drugs mentioned

The men with guns and dogs came to your door on October 29th, when you were only 6 years old.

At first, there was a faint knocking. Mama always told you not to answer the door for strangers, so you hardly paid it any attention. The knocks grew louder and more frequent after a couple of minutes, but that wasn't anything unusual. Lots of people wanted to see your Mama, pounding on the door every hour of the night as she exchanged white powder for cash.

You were in the kitchen, small hands clumsily scribbling on the back of the worn Chinese takeout menu as several men flooded in through the door and past the living room. The screams of sirens came rushing in along with the cold air, and you sat there for a moment before attempting to dart under the table to hide. Of course, they saw you. It was almost impossible not to with the fading neon patterns on your ratty clothes. One of them scooped you up, holding you tight even as you squirmed. They kept asking for your Mama, voices overlapping as they questioned when you had last seen her and where she said she was going. Tears began to build up as the noises seemed to blur together, the loud barking of the dogs as they found drugs in the bedroom mixing with men talking into their walkie-talkies.

The crippling pressure in your chest rose as it all became too much, and soon enough you were sobbing into the man who held you. You hardly felt it as you were handed off to an older man, who wrapped you in his jacket as he cradled you close. Your trembling eventually ceased as he patted your back, whispering soft words in an attempt to calm you down. He brought you outside, minding the cracks in the old pavement as he brought you to the police car. He didn't attempt to take his jacket back, and you held onto it tighter. The fabric was heavy, and warm...definitely more expensive than anything your mom could've afforded. The seats of the car felt luxurious compared to the old wooden chairs in your Mama's house, and you resisted the urge to sink into the leather. The man got in beside you, motioning for cop in front of him to start driving as he explained things to you.

They were looking for your Mama. She was allegedly involved in a major drug smuggling business, with her home becoming a known harbor for illegal substances in exchange for a cut of whatever was made off it. The police had recently gotten a tip about a large shipment coming in, and decided to raid the place a day after it was supposed to have arrived.

You didn't really understand any of what he was saying, but you pretended to as the car pulled up to the station. He finally introduced himself as Jim Gordon, and told you he was going to make an attempt to send you to live with some of your family as the police sorted the whole thing out with your Mama. You were then ushered off to a room with no windows, where men in uniforms asked you all sorts of questions which you answered as best as you could.

No, your Mama never made you do anything you didn't want to.

No, you didn't know where she was.

No, you didn't know who this "Penguin" guy was.

Soon enough they left you alone, where you twiddled your thumbs in silence until Jim came back.

"Well kid...we found someone that you can stay with."

You felt yourself perk up slightly in response.

A family member? You have other family?

As far as you knew, it was only your Mama and you left. She never talked about anyone else, and you kind of just assumed they died before you were born.

"We've contacted your father, Bruce Wayne. He should come by to pick you up soon."

Yeah so uh this has been on the brain for a WHILE. What can I say? The Batman phase has been hitting real hard lately lmao. Lemme know if y'all wanna read more of this, because TRUST I have a plan for it.

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