#(but the robes is Brother Approves so there is that xD)

[littleragondin]

“Come with me,” Tankhun grabbed his wrist and didn't take his heels trying to dig into the plush carpet as a no.

“Good choice. This one always gets me.” A dramatic finger trailed over his cheek. “I can already feel myself tearing up.”

I read @heretherebedork lovely fic about Chay in the aftermaths of episode 11 and Tankhun taking him under his wing, and I couldn't resist. Give it a shot!

[cas-backwards-tie]

One More Chance Prologue

Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: Considering the unwelcoming circumstances you’ve been dealt while gone, you decide to make a new life for yourself, however, your family doesn’t approve.

Warnings: Sobbing, Angst, Self-Hate and Destruction, Abandonment.

Catch Up Here: Series Masterlist

A/N: This is being posted as something to tide you guys over until I finish this series, but hopefully this excite you enough. Unfortunately, I had to go back and edit this somewhat heavily as it had references to things that will come later in the story, and I just couldn’t have that. Haha, spoilers xD nope, there will be none of those.

“Thank you for everything, I’m forever indebted to you.” I remove my hand from her shoulder, turning to the direction I know the house is in.

“I owed him a favor, and now the tides have turned once more... I wish you peace of mind as you transition back to the life you once lived. This is a task which would be hard for anyone Y/N, and there’s still time to turn back and redecide.”

“No. I’m ready.” I square my shoulders and stretch my neck, ready to take on what I’ve been training towards for the past six months. “Do you wish for me to send your regards?” I turn my head back towards her, the scarves wrapped around her figure whipping in the wind behind her; the wind atop a skyscraper is always fierce with its strength.

“I think it’d be best not to, for it might only upset Damian more... but, if I could ask only one favor of you it would be to care for my son in the ways I cannot.” 

I nod my head, bowing slightly. “Of course Mistress Talia.” The wind begins to whip harder, a telling sign of an oncoming storm. “I must go now.”

“Yes, before the storm strikes... it’d be wise. Perhaps I shall see you once more Y/N, hopefully in a better circumstance than what had brought us together this time.” Nodding, I understand her words and wish nothing more than the same.

“Perhaps.” Running to the edge of the roof, I hop from rooftop to the next until I reach the edge of the city. Eventually reaching the woods, I continue to hop throughout the treetops till I find myself exhausted from the thoughts racing through my head, the mental strain of nearing the mirage of a life I once knew.

Unwrapping the scarf from around my head, hoping to spy what my family might be up to before I reacquaint myself with them. Glancing over the vast windows of the Manor, only a few on the first floor appear to be lit up and brewing with activity.

Walking up to the living room window, there’s movement. Peering through the glass, lightning strikes in the distance. A familiar figment of my once life was appearing before me. Happy family; Bruce sat on the couch, laughing at our sons with his arm wrapped around a woman. Damian obviously had drawn some sort of Pictionary clue very different from what had probably been on the card as a clue, he stood at the drawing board very confused and dumbfounded. Dick, Jason, and Tim were huddled over beside themselves laughing at the scenario: mocking their brother for his picture, a muddled mind which didn’t see anything wrong with what was drawn upon the board. 

Sighing, I feel my heart wrench. They were... happy. Despite my expectations, they were happy without me; they didn’t need me any longer, as it appeared. Playing games with someone god knows Damian would mock only as a stranger. Laughing wholeheartedly as a unit, Tim could only dream of. Bruce intertwined with another woman, his wedding band obviously gone as there was not even an indent present on his finger... they were happy... even with you gone.

The thought brought tears to your eyes. You didn’t matter. They didn’t care. It’d been six months and after all the hard work you’d put in, dreaming of your return and seeing their precious faces light up, the faces so dear to your heart... it was demolished. As lightning struck again, followed by a rumble of thunder and a sudden heavy downpour, you race away from the window, heart beating rapidly. You don’t know where to go, you don’t know what to do. Your life, your family, your friends... it’s gone. There’s nowhere to go, nowhere to run and hide. They didn’t love you so why should you love them!

All you had now was Talia. You had to be grateful for her and that fate just so happened to have it that she owed Bruce a favor, for if not, you’d have nothing.  You openly sobbed, falling to your knees, cradling yourself.

Once you felt your robes start to stick to your skin, you knew it was time to head out. There was nowhere to go, and yet, you now felt some sort of hope in it; you have the ability to start over. You can live anew, start anew and make something of yourself this time. There is no going back... you wouldn’t have that. You could not be the person you once were, and you did not want to be seen as her. You were very different in personality, mentality, and physique... yet you were also the same. It seemed you couldn’t change everything about yourself, no matter how hard you tried.

You had one more chance at life... and you’d be damned if you didn’t take it.