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Champagne Problems

bruce wayne x fem!reader

summary: bruce wayne didn’t have the best track record when it came to love this time was no different

Billionaires did not take the train late at night, especially in Gotham of all cities. The car he was sitting in filled with people finally leaving their day jobs or on the way to a night one; all of them too out of it to notice the elite member of society among them. Sure once he was off and wormed his way through the swarms of people in the station maybe a few of them noticed, but nobody dared to say anything. Bruce looked forward to arriving home and seeing what everyone was getting up to, needing the distraction. He still didn’t know how he was going to explain to Alfred why he never called to be picked up. So he decided to keep it vague and just send a text letting the older man know he was on his way home.

Yes, you were very well aware of Bruce Wayne’s status and the rumors surrounding him. Just because you lived in Metropolis didn’t mean you lived under a rock. Maybe it was the fancy over the top dates, the way he always knew what to say in any situation, or the fact that his family was so welcoming. Everything was just so overwhelming and felt like it was all happening way too fast. Before you knew it on Fridays was family dinner; ‘family’ as in you being apart of it. There was the unspoken question ‘would you be here to stay?’ that lingered in the atmosphere. Jason and Dick would always try to be discreet and fail by asking different variations of the question where you saw yourself in a few years, Damian asked what your intentions with his father were and even a few times when you were out with him and your co-worker’s son blatantly would ask if you would be marrying Bruce, and the times Bruce tried to get Alfred to drive you places for errands which you politely declined each time. They were all very kind people but you didn’t need a personal driver for everyday errands and you weren’t stupid enough to tell the son of the man you were dating if you would end up marrying his father just yet.

“Are you sure that you don’t mind?” You questioned the man next to you once again, gathering your things. “Y/n, it’s fine go enjoy your date.” Clark said with a smile. “I would prefer to stay here. I don’t really enjoy over the top things.” You explained, picking up your purse. “It’s a pretty nice place I looked it up who knows something unexpected may happen.” He stated, grabbing the papers on your desk. “Why are you speaking like you know something I don’t?” You asked. “Hey I’m just saying.” He continued, “Now go you don’t wanna be late.” You laughed at his antics, “Okay Kent I’m leaving. Text me if you need any help.” Then you walked towards the elevator and pressed the button for the ground level. “Yeah, she’s leaving now.” Clark said into his phone as the elevator doors closed.

Looking back at you was a foreign person for a second you thought that the mirror was playing tricks on you. In your childhood and teenage years even today you would never be able to afford the luxury of randomly buying a dress over one grand or wearing fancy jewelry. You still had the first pair of diamond earrings your grandma gave you when you were fourteen. It still amazed you that in the eleven months of dating Bruce not once have the two of you been in the tabloids. No doubt that he had something to do with it though since you had mentioned how you never really liked too much attention, preferring to write articles rather than being the topic of them.

Bruce knew that you hated fancy dinners and preferred something casual but was it wrong to spoil his girlfriend every once in awhile, especially on a night like this one. He gave himself a once-over in the mirror, making sure his suit was crisp and his hair was well kept before leaving in the car with Alfred. During the two hour ride the weight of his mother’s ring in his pocket was heavy. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he wanted to spend his life with you, despite not being together for a long time. He would imagine sitting you down and explaining his secret identity to you and depending on your reaction maybe even begging you to stay because while he was Batman he would promise that no matter what you would always come first. Even though it was quite dangerous he kept a picture of you in both his wallet and in the batmobile on a keychain. Bruce liked to be reminded of you whenever whether it be while he was working at Wayne Enterprises or when he was out on patrol during the night.

Immediately your boyfriend greeted you with a kiss on you were in the backseat with him. You and Alfred said your hellos and you asked how the older man had been. He would crack a joke or two something along the lines of, “You know, Master Bruce has been real unbearable without you around. It’s almost like he’s back in highschool.” To which you would laugh and poke fun at the man seated next to you. While you had a great amount of love for Bruce this would also add to the brewing anxieties of the night that you did your best to hide. It didn’t seem that he caught on though because the smile that you adored so much was still displayed on his features. You leaned in and whispered to him, “You need to start smiling more it’s cute.” “I have been since you came around.” He responded back, matching your quiet tone.

You didn’t favor the idea of going out on an expensive date, however, you had to admit Bruce outdid himself with this one. It was candlelit but the dining room still had dim lights around, gorgeous pieces of artwork adorned the walls, multiple doors were open that led out to balconies like the one next to your table so you could view the fading colors of the sky, and there was even live music a few couples some old and some young were already up and dancing with one another in a different area. The dinner part of it went smoothly; the food was like nothing you ever had before, conversation always came easy between the both of you so no problem there, and the orchestra even played a version of a song you enjoyed at some point; that’s when Bruce led you to dance as ‘Enchanted’ had started. No matter what form the song was in you could recognize the instrumental in a heartbeat.

“I don’t suppose they usually play Taylor Swift songs.” You said as your hands rested on his shoulders. By now a piano had slowly joined in on the melody. “Maybe I pulled a few strings.” He joked. “That was cheesy but I’ll forgive you because this is amazing.” You responded. All the anxiety you had previously had washed away throughout the night. You were wrapped up in the moment when he spoke, “Y/n.” You made a sound of acknowledgment. “These past eleven months have been amazing with you and watching how you interact with my family I have realized something.” He stated. “What?” You asked him still very much caught up in the moment. “I don’t wanna sit here and not be honest. I am very well am aware that I have a reputation but that’s not me or what I want. What I want more than anything is to be with you.” His words slowly bought you back to your senses and what was happening sunk in. He continued, “I can’t speak for you but I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want go to get ice cream on 47th street, keep sitting on the hill at the park on Saturdays to watch the stars, go to your painting classes with you, and I want to wake up next to your everyday.” The brutal reality of his confession to you had hit the nail on the coffin, causing you to drop his hand and stop dancing. Your eyes darted around the balcony briefly before you spoke, “Bruce, I love you and you know that but-” He cut you off, “Please let me just.” He was reaching into his suit pocket now. You stopped him before he could. “That is a permanent commitment and while you are the most amazing thing that has happened to me and I love you I am not ready for that.”

It seemed he was really stunned by your words and got way too into his thoughts so you had to stop him. “I’m not saying it will never happen my love but give it time. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.” You said as you hugged him. “I have work in the morning and can tell you need some time to think. Also I refuse to let you pay for my meal after that I think it’s only fair.” He didn’t say anything back. “Look at me Bruce, I share your sentiment I do. We have so much time to figure this all out so let’s do it together, okay?” You said. He finally spoke, “Okay.” You shared a kiss and went to pay your half of the bill, cursing the fact that it was $180 but still swiping your card. Before you left you looked back and saw him crestfallen and not moving on the balcony. Against your better nature you didn’t move to comfort him though. Already you had said your piece and needed him to understand that.

It seemed that your luck had not lasted though because you woke up to a multitude of notifications on your phone; people requesting to follow your socials, family and friends demanding an explanation, your mother out of everyone seemed livid and insisted you call her, and a message from Clark apologizing with a link to something. When you opened the link the title taunted you. ‘Bullet Dodged: Gold Digger Declined Bruce Wayne’s Proposal?’ You scoffed at the idea and checked your notifications but noticed there were none from him or his family. Nobody even checked in which you hated to admit hurt. The comments were mainly slandering you, your job, looks, or background. Somehow these people wrote a mini biography on you. The only rational thing was to temporarily deactivate your social media first. Some of the comments on the article claimed Bruce deserved it for his ‘playboy persona’, but the man you knew was not like that. ‘She’s actually really pretty and would’ve been a lovely bride if she wasn’t as fucking stupid to not accept his proposal. I mean people there say he poured his heart out to her. Yikes.’ That comment stuck out in particular with over 678k likes.

You called up your Co-worker who immediately answered, “Y/n we are doing everything to get it taken down.” He informed you. “To hell with it, They want me to be the bad guy but leave out the part where I said that we have time to figure it out and should hold off for a bit.” You continued, “I hate to do this because it’s my job but I’m calling in sick today and I need you to email me copies of the joint article we have been working on. It’s not on my personal laptop here.” Clark obliged to your request and once again apologized. Once you were off the phone you did something you don’t usually do, going into the depths of your cabinet and grabbing a bottle of champagne. Day drinking was never your thing unless you were out the some friends but today you made an exception. All you could think of was the fact of how fucked the whole situation was as you drank straight from the bottle.

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Cool With You

spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: you are hardcore crushing on your coworker not knowing he feels the same and everyone else sees it but you two

tw: usual criminal minds stuff, violence, choking, near death experiences

You were waiting to get coffee; the kitchenette was quite crowded since everyone needed it. Your attention was on him though as he added two packs of sugar to his coffee. Then you saw something out of the ordinary he was making another cup of coffee, adding a generous amount of creamer to it. He was walking your way you hoped your staring went unnoticed. “Coffee the way you like it; enough creamer until the drink turns almost white.” Spencer said with a smile, handing it to you. Upon taking a sip you realized it tastes similar to when you would make it. You thanked him, hoping that drinking the coffee would hide the blush growing on your face. The team watched on as the two of you avoided eye contact.

It seemed the only people oblivious to your secret crushes were you two. For a team of profilers they put it together quite fast; the lingering stares when the other wasn’t looking, small gestures, things you both remembered about eachother that even the team didn’t, and of course the most obvious sign was the way you both clammed up when somebody asked you about one another. But of course it was chalked down to, “We are just really good friends.” Neither of you wanted to admit it for some reason and it was painful to watch, even for Hotch. When Spencer came over to play with Jack the ever so observant kid could see it too. “You like Y/n.” Jack said, putting a puzzle piece down. This caught Spencer off guard. He quickly replied, “I do not she is my colleague and good friend; I respect her.” Though he did stumble over a few words, causing Hotch to laugh from the kitchen; Spencer wanted to crawl in a hole. “How’s the puzzle going?” Hotch asked, coming out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee for himself and water for Spencer. “Daddy, Uncle Reid has a crush on Y/n!” The energetic child stated. Aaron even cracked a smile at this, “Oh really?” He said. “Hotch I don’t.” Spencer responded. ���I don’t know. What do you think buddy?” He picked up his son and asked. “You do too!” Jack stuck his tongue out and laughed. Hotch wondered how you both were so unaware.

“Watch your step.” Reid warned, guiding you up the hill. “Thanks Spence.” You said. The current case at hand was catching a serial killer and the team had him cornered. Problem being was that his cabin is at the top of a steep hill; no vehicles could get up or down and the path was hard to walk. When the team finally had arrived they quickly busted down the front and back doors. You and JJ took the basement, “Clear and we found the victim, she’s alive.” JJ informed the team. You left her with the young girl and walked up the steps catching the guy making a break for the back door. “I got eyes on Carter he is making a run for it, pursing him now.” You said, sprinting after him. “Alex Carter, FBI; You’re under arrest for the murders of Lauren Palmer, Emilia Cruz, Morgan Lee, and the kidnapping of Brianna King. You have the right to remain silent anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” You had him that’s the thing the dude was handcuffed now. “We just found three unidentified bodies in the attic.” Morgan said into the comms. “Three?” You repeated back. “Yeah, Hotch and Reid are coming out to you now.” He responded.

That’s when the unsub started to struggle. He began moving erratically, irritating you. “We can add refusal to cooperate to the list of you keep struggling.” You stated. He just looked at you with this sick and unsettling expression, suddenly you could hear the sound of handcuffs breaking. Then he pushed back against your body and kicked you in the shin, causing you to lose your hold on his arms. Immediately Carter was on top of you, squeezing his hands on your neck. All that could come out strangled gasps for air. “Step away from the agent, Carter.” Hotch said when him and Reid arrived. Spencer just watched in horror as you struggled to breathe and tears streamed down your face. “Think about your sister Alex, would she have wanted this?” Hotch asked, trying and hoping to find some reason. It didn’t seem to get through and a shot rang out in the air, alerting the remaining team members in the cabin. Reid immediately rushed to you, pulling you out from under the unsubs slack body. His gun was long forgotten. Hotch was thankful it was only a shot in the arm that shocked the guy who realized what had happened. Once again he was handcuffed this time by Hotch who said, “No funny business; you’re also under arrest assault on a federal agent.”

Spencer stuck with you from helping your trembling figure down the hill to sitting with you in the back of the ambulance ride. Even in the emergency room he refused to leave your side. “Spence I’m fine.” You told him for the billionth time while grabbing your stuff and exiting with him following behind you. The team immediately greeting you in the waiting room voicing their concerns and asking how you were doing. “They said the bruising should fade in a few weeks.” You informed them. Hotch inquired since it was protocol after all that you take time off but it was declined. “Aaron if I get put on paperwork I’ll lose it, please.” His mouth formed into a straight line before he answered, “Alright then, take it easy.”

It a few weeks later during one of your movie nights with Reid that he couldn’t take it anymore. “How are you doing?” He asked with a genuine look on his face as the random horror movie you selected played. “I’m good, why?” You responded. “Y/n, I know all your tells.” He stated. “What?” You just stared at him. “Playing with the left front strand of your hair when you are in thought, you bite your lip when you’re upset or annoyed, and when lying you twist the bracelet on your wrist atleast two times as if it irritates you like you’re doing right now.” Spencer said, causing you to stop yourself mid second turn. He continued, “I’m a profiler but first I’m your friend. Did you not think I wouldn’t notice somethings wrong?” At the word friend it felt like your heart was being squeezed and you had to stop yourself from biting your lip. He really was right about your tells and you didn’t know why but this upset you. “And you’re upset now that I said something.” Reid stated the obvious. “I’m not.” You responded. “Then why are you getting defensive?” He questioned, causing you to sigh in defeat. “I think I’m going to head home now.” You said. Spencer looked at your figure sadly as you grabbed your stuff.

He was tired of dancing around his feelings; you not being aware of the fact that other people care and just continuously putting yourself in dangerous positions. He desperately wanted you to know that you didn’t need to do those things. “I don’t want to watch you just walk away.” He said in this small voice, causing you to pause. Spencer took this as an invitation to continue, “There are so many people who care about you and just want to be here for you, I care. I can’t let you leave and ice me out because your too stubborn to let someone in.” You started moving again to leave and this time he stopped you. “I want to be the person you lean on when you’re in pain, help your realize that you don’t need to go through these things alone, or the fact you don’t need to prove yourself to the team or me.” Reid stated, looking you in the eye. “Y/n I think-”, He stopped himself then looked like he was in thought. “No I know that I am in love with you, Y/n L/n, and I have been since that day in Los Angeles.” Spencer spoke with clarity in his voice.

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Hi hi! Is there any update on runaway? I still hooked on the first chapter can’t wait to see what you have in store.☺️

to be honest i have started writing it a bit but i also started to dislike some things about it in the process i try to focus more on my wattpad however i am trying to balance it out and focus on my tumblr too thank you for enjoying runaway i haven’t completely forgotten about it i just have no definite date as of now

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My Darkest Hours

Dick grayson x fem!reader

info: somewhat inspired by after hours the weeknd seeing your ex who broke up with you without explanation, reader is a civilian

It was official, you hated galas. The previous night you debated not going since without a doubt he was going to be here. It was unavoidable though since you needed to keep up public appearances, plastering on a fake smile for the media your parents beside you doing the same. The public didn’t know but they had been divorced for two years both having their own hookups here and there. It was the same routine once the flashing lights of the cameras were gone they would split ways, leaving you alone to fend for yourself. Mingling with the wealthy was not one of your strong suits. He used to keep his hand resting on the small of your back, reassuring you that he was still there. Even after all this time had passed you found yourself seeking him out in the crowd.

Dick grayson in all his glory, surrounded by all the daughters of these high end families. They all flock towards him, fawning over his money and looks. Mostly the money though everyone knew the Wayne family was very well off. While you were staring at some point the youngest of their family Damian had walked up to you. “You should go over there.” He advised. “And look like I’m desperate? No thanks.” You replied. “Grayson may not admit it but he misses you.” He explained. “Did he send you over here to say that?” You asked. “L/N, this is extremely painful.” Confusion took over your features, “What?” “You two keep looking at one another when the other looks away. Look at him does he look happy?” Damian asked. You took the time to study your previous boyfriend surrounded in the crowd. Dick didn’t look happy at all, having a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and overall looking tired. “What do I even say?” Great, you were asking the fifteen year old for advice. “Just start with a simple hello.” He nudged you in the direction of them.

Making your way through the crowd you tried to calm the feeling of anxiety that clawed at your chest, threatening to steal your breath. Technically you two didn’t end on bad terms so there really wasn’t anything to be nervous about. Moving through the multitude of girls you came face to face with Dick Grayson. “Hi.” You said with a smile. His face lit up no longer showing the previous exhaustion. “Y/N, hey. Do you wanna sit at the bar?” He whispered his question, trying to escape the girls. You grabbed his hand leading him to two seats.

“Thank you. That was suffocating.” He told you. After ordering drinks you spoke. “So we have a lot to talk about, Dick.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Either you start explaining or go join those girls over there again.” You stated, swirling your drink. “I owe you that much. To start off I still do really love you but, let me tell you why we needed to end things.”

a/n literal garbage but there will be a part two

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Finding You

Dick Grayson x fem!reader

summary: in almost every universe he has been in love with someone else until, he wasn’t. this won’t have a rlly sad ending i promise

It was the same pattern every single time but, something was different now. Watching the person you love from afar was painful, especially since he just had a flirtatious personality. Somehow you got the guy, both of you were sickeningly in love with one another.

He would watch the stars with you the activity always made you feel so insignificant in the universe, but being with him made everyday crucial. You pictured that when you both were done with this hero business you could settle down. Dick wanted better for you, better for your future family. If there was anyone he would grow old with it was you.

Fate had other plans, of course. It was believed that the heroes could face anything, oh how wrong that was. The initial assault on earth had tragic civilian casualties, in these times the people of earth looked towards their heroes. However this was not a battle that could be fought.

You were aware of the flashpoints, it was something discussed as a “backup” plan. The thought of losing this though scared you. Everyone knew that things would not be the same and key events could change, they hoped that with the chance the league would be successful in stopping the threat or they could buy time. The risks were great not only would your universe change, but the rest of the multiverse too.

Suddenly you were painfully aware of the fact that you may not be with him anymore. You pulled him aside, the two of you were quite a distance away from the remaining heroes. “Thank you for loving me the way that you did Grayson.” By now you both were sat on a rock, arms around one another. “And I’m still going to love you no matter what.” He said, leaning more on you. “Dick, you heard Flash things will be different after this.” You told him, trying to hold your tears at bay. “The two of us will get through this.” He reassured you. “It’s possible there will be no us, don’t you understand?” Your voice was quavering now.

Dick Grayson embraced his lover. “y/n this isn’t a goodbye, it’s a promise. You’re my person and you will always be. No matter what happens now I will find you and if i don’t you have to knock some sense into me once we are together again.” He laughed which caused you to smile. “Till we meet again Boy Wonder.” As the light engulfed everything the soulmates kissed.

In the Watchtower four people stood together. “Robin, I would like you to meet y/s/n. Green Arrow’s protégé.” Batman gestured to you. “Hi!” Your voice was like music to his ears.

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Batfam

My God I’m So Lonely 1, 2, 3

Tim Drake

This Can’t Go On

Dick Grayson

Cruel Summer

My Darkest Hours 1

Finding You

Bruce Wayne

Champagne Problems

Young Justice

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My God I’m So Lonely

Batfam x batsis!reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Jason thought by now everyone would be on speaking terms, they weren’t. Now it was his job to fix that, he felt bad in a way for letting the problem go this far. Jason understood more than anyone your frustrations and if he were you he would never forgive them, except he needed you to. Hypocritical, he knew.

What Jason could think about is the countless occasions this family has failed one another, believing the legacy of that should end here.

You did miss your family, college life was a bitch. Though you did not regret your choice to leave, the actions felt like constant disrespect and you needed to choose a path in life.

Guilt, a strong feeling which was currently eating you as you tried to finish typing your thesis paper. Across the room your roommate spoke up, “y/n keep that up and you’ll get wrinkles.” At this you realized your face had been locked in a scowl for majority of the time that was spent typing, sitting back you stare at pictures of happier moments on the wall.

“Maybe you should visit them.”

“Who?”

“Your family, everytime you come back from lectures you just mindlessly stare at those pictures. It’s normal to be homesick y/n.”

For the rest of the week that one word occupied your thoughts, homesick. When at the manor you were sick of your so called “home”, so this came as a shock to you. Mind going between the fact that you were crazy to even consider it and how eventually you would end up seeing them again. As hurt as you felt it’s not like you could avoid them forever, subconsciously pushing the idea off until you caved.

How does one go about contacting a family with a nonexistent relationship. You could only think about how you were worlds apart from them. Y/n a regular civilian, besides the fact that Bruce Wayne adopted you. Then again “regular” people didn’t have to cling on to the small strings of sanity they had left in big mansions, the walls closing in. “Stop it.” You thought to yourself, there was no pushing this off any longer. For the sake of Alfred who looked a bit more on the sad side last time he visited, you caved.

It was almost like that day. A small child looking up at a big scary castle that would take her pain away, a scared adult looking at the mansion of her rich adoptive father which caused her the very same pain. The place that was supposed to protect you like a princess locked away in the walls of a castle, drove you over the edge.

The sound of you knocking made you cringe at how quiet it was, straightening your spine at the oncoming chills. Upon opening the door you were yanked into a bone crushing hug by Alfred then he led you inside. Damian was one of the first to notice yelling out, “See father I told you l/n would be back!” Then hugging you which confused you since you didn’t think that he liked you, believing that you were below Tim on his list. Slowly the family trickled into the main room. Dick’s face looked older than he was, as if the stress had finally got to him. “I’m sorry.” He whispered as he pulled you into a hug.

Tim and Bruce were discussing something when they walked in, a boyish smile gracing Tim’s features. He too joined in on the hug. At the end of the day you couldn’t hold him at fault for the real problem.

Everyone stepping away when Bruce came over with a relived expression. This time you were the one who hugged him, it would take time to fix things but this was a start.

From the top of the stairs someone watched the display below with a smile. If it were up to him Jason would have locked you all in an escape room.

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My God I’m So Lonely

Batfam x batsis!reader

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3

Alfred and Jason had known of your whereabouts being the only two members of the family who were attentive to you, both had visited you at university helping you move into the dorms. Four months had past since you left changing phone numbers in the process and going by your mother’s maiden name on all documents, of course even the world’s greatest detectives did not think of that one. The university life was peaceful you attended the lectures, went out on weekends with a new group of friends, and after adjusting to the schedule getting a job at a coffee shop with your roommates.

There was nights where naturally the thought of what your family was doing came to mind if they were still looking for you and how they reacted. Neither Jason nor Alfred had the heart to tell you how the disappearance affected the family, it was the first time they thought you were happy with life and where you got yourself. All the hard work and countless nights alone made it where schoolwork was an enjoyable distraction, back in highschool pushing yourself into countless clubs just to not have to return to the empty manor. Back then you were just “Bruce Wayne’s kid”, now you were just y/n and your accomplishments were your own. At galas people would say something along the lines of ,”y/n must have got it from their father, he’s hard working.” Never was all the hard work you put in yourself without help from any of them talked about.

When they realized you were gone

Dick: Dick was angry not at Bruce or anyone else, but himself. The same reason he left originally was to become his own person away from Batman, now you had done the same to get away from the Wayne legacy. He had been there before in his own way and was disappointed that throughout all the times he visited which was not much but in his mind it was, he never noticed. The other thing was Damian, how could Dick break the news to him? “He wouldn’t understand” He thought to himself. There was the times Dick would take you to the roof of his building and the two of you would bond over the overwhelming feeling of when you both first moved into the manor. Now he lost another sibling.

Jason: He couldn’t bother to be honest about your whereabouts. Jason quite enjoyed everyone running around at first losing their minds. He wanted them to regret all they had done, they did more than that. Plus he along with Alfred had been seeing you, it’s was ending the fourth month you had been gone. He figured after the fifth it would be a lesson learned, you all would be laughing having dinner in the manor. So next time he visits he would tell you the plan.

Tim: Sometimes Tim wished you were dead, now he knew it sounded horrible and was an inhumane thing to even think about. You being dead would be better then the dead end search that was being made to figure out what happened. All the nights he didn’t sleep, while the two of you may not have been the closest he still cared for you. There was a period of time he had to step away from the titans in order to sort through his emotions. The team was very supportive throughout the whole thing, even offering to help find you.

Damian: At first he believed that you would just be gone for a few days and kept insisting that you would return, “l/n will be back later.” While he had came a long way with his attitude there was still room for improvement. It wasn’t until a month had passed of everyone around him more restless then usual and no word from you he went to confront Bruce. “Father l/n needs to come home, it’s been a month since the night of their graduation.” He stated with his usual attitude lacing his tone. Bruce thought to himself about that night as the other members in the bat cave looked at the young boy with grim faces.

That night...

There had been a league mission and truth be told Bruce did not know it was your graduation, for that he knew he was a terrible father and made a huge mistake. Leaving the cave harsh footsteps sprinting up the stairs, opening your door. “Y/n-“ Empty, your empty room was the sight that greeted him. Bare with nothing but the original furnishings, no one realized that you had been taking stuff out in small amounts at a time leaving it in a storage unit. “Y/N!” He tried again almost as if saying your name would make you magically appear out of thin air. By now Dick and Tim had heard the shouting and came upstairs, “Why you yelling your going to wake-“, Tim started as he was nearing your door. “Y/N?” Dick watched the exchange with a painfully brewing feeling in his chest. Dick explained to Damian how you just got an apartment and would be back to visit soon not being able to think about how the truth would affect him.

a/n: long awaited part 2 this is a bit bad i am on vacation at the moment and started writing this a week ago and at the very end did not like it as much

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