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misty-groves · 7 months ago

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Rewind (here we go again) Chapter one

Rating: M

Pairing: Ivy & Batfam, everyone &everyone

Summary: Ivy takes a day to settle in. Complete bedtime stories, meetings, plans, crime confessions, and hugs.

Warnings: Talk of (past) murder, leauge of Assassins

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know

Series masterpost .... Previous

Ivy is dropped off with her two baby brothers at two in the morning.

They land on the porch of Wayne manor and watch their mother leave after her parting affections.

She knocks on the door and waits. She has no doubt that they know someone is here. She is just hopeful no one crowds her brothers.

She's nervous. Last time around, she didn't meet back up with her family until seventeen. Now she's fourteen, and in the past, from reasons she dosen’t know.

"Ivy." Damian frowns, "Why is it taking so long?"

"It's a big home, Alfred should be here soon."

"Is he good?" Danyal asks softly.

"Alfred is very good. He's the best man I've known." Ivy smiles softly, fonder than she could ever put into words.

"Okay." Danyal says.

The front door opens to Alfred, who looks fairly unaffected - except his eyes. His eyes look warmer than usual.

His suit is crisp and his arms as behind his back.

"Miss Ivy." The man says, a soft smile on his lips, "These must be your brothers."

"Alfie!" Ivy drops the bag on her shoulder and rushes forwards to hug the older man. She has known him so long- she's missed him so much.

Alfred grunts but hugs her back.

After a moment, he lets go against his better judgement. It's late, and the children need sleep after all.

"Come inside, my dear. You all could probably use some rest." Alfred says as he steps aside.

Ivy picks up the bag and follows the boys inside. She closes the door behind her.

Danyal and Damian stand on either side of their sister. Silent and still as they examine the large entry way of the manor.

There's two grand stair cases, a large family portrait, and marble floors. There's a suit of armor by each staircase.

"I am Alfred Pennyworth, the butler of the manor. Who might you two be?" Alfred asks.

"I am Damian Al Ghul." Damin announces with crossed arms and a haughty air.

"I'm Danyal Al Ghul." Danyal informs quieter, stepping closer to his sister.

Ivy sets a hand on Danyal's head and ruffles his hair. She smiles at him softly. Comfort almost rolls off of her in visible waves.

"Do you need to eat before we send you a lot off to bed?" Alfred asks.

Ivy just hums, "If you don't mind, we could probably eat."

"Of course, what kind of food would you like?"

"Can we have crackers and cheese?" Ivy requests easily.

"Of course, miss Ivy. Do you want to come with me?"

"Please."

Alfred leads the children to the kitchen and has them sit at the bar.

The old man prepares a quick charcuterie board for them.

The children eat quickly, the two boys much messier than their sister, but that's what nine and a half years age difference is.

Ivy has been quiet. But she thanks Alfred and hugs him once they're done.

The children are led to their rooms, but as soon as Alfred leaves, the boys are breaking into Ivy's room.

It's instinct really to seek out the safest person in an unknown place.

She catches them as they launch at her form. A laugh falls from her mouth.

"Boys."

"Damian said we could have stories." Danyal says evenly.

"Did he?" She asks.

"Yes. I de-mad stories." Damian declares confidently regardless of his mispronounced word.

Ivy dosen’t day anything, he's so advanced in language that a mispronounced word in a second language here and there is nothing.

"Tell us about the twins!"

"Once, many years ago, there was a set of twins named Danny and Dami. The two boys were princes of a very powerful kingdom called Bat-Landia."

"And they had pets made of space!" Danyal chimes in.

Ivy smiles softly, "And they had pets made of the stars themselves. The boys were strong, smart, and capable. One day, their friend, Jon, went missing!"

"No!" Danyal gasps.

"Yes. The boys were very upset, their best friend was missing..."

She continues the story, talking about the daring quest, a troll under the bridge, and the twist where the allies they found were spies. The boys in the story save their friend and ride off into the sunset.

Damian is snoring before the twist and Danyal follows after. They sleep hard.

Ivy covers them all up, before settling down for the night. It's nearly morning, but that's okay.

She falls asleep knowing she's on track with her plan to give the family a better life this time around.

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Bruce goes to check on the children after a long night of crime fighting. He cracks the door to Damian's room and finds no one.

He frowns but checks Danyal's room. Maybe the boys are together?

There's no one in Danyal's room either.

He groans.

Bruce dosen’t want to have to tell his daughter the boys have escaped. And he dosen’t know where to start looking on his own just yet. He hasn't even met them yet.

Wait- maybe the boys went to see their sister. She would be the oldest person they know.

Bruce cracks the door to Ivy's room, moonlight spills through it, and runs three lumps in a bed.

He sighs.

The children are all safe.

Bruce steps inside, closing the door as he gazes at the children.

His daughter is in the middle, her arms out to either side. Her dark curls are a messy halo around her. She's got more defined muscles.

But she's whole again, breathing and all.

He never thought he'd see Ivy again. But he gets too.

He draws attention away from his beautiful, strong, and alive (!) Daughter and looks to the boys.

The boy that has a hooked nose - Damian, if he remembers right from the pictures - is closest to the door. He rests his head on Ivy's bicep, arm thrown over her neck.

He's small, and he looks so peaceful.

Danyal is on the left, the side closest to the wall. He has a sharper nose, his mother's nose. He has his head on his sister's chest as if listening to her heartbeat.

Bruce swallows something thick in his throat.

All of his living children are under one roof tonight.

Dick came back to see Ivy. The young man may not be on great terms with Bruce, but when he heard his sister was back, he came home anyway.

Barbra is here too, not Bruce's official daughter but someone who is family nonetheless.

Things are truly looking up.

After losing Jason- everything fell apart.

Actually- they lost Ivy first, and that messed them all up. The girl had died from a car crash in Dick's arms. And had her mother not been Talia, she would have never been brought back.

Then Jason - who Bruce failed thoroughly - was lost to the Joker and the man's obsession with Batman. The loss broke them further, Dick blaming himself and Bruce, having lost two children in six months far too lost to think clearly, wasn't there for his eldest.

Barbra was paralyzed by the Joker. She is alive, but she still grieved her loss. Still felt like part of her died. Though she has found a new way to help.

"Stop thinking so loud, dad." Ivy calls as she opens one eye.

"You're awake?"

"Have been for a while. I wasn't sure if you wanted to talk or stare."

Bruce chokes a little bit. "I didn't mean to -"

"It's okay, dad. I know you aren't going to hurt us." She opens both eyes and gives someone a soft smile.

"Oh." Bruce manages.

Ivy just hums, "You know, I missed you."

"I missed you too, birdie." Bruce says as he steps closer. "Your brothers looks at peace."

"They are, poor things have been pretty upset." Ivy sighs, "They're not like other kids, dad... They aren't going to be like other kids. There have been assassination attempts on them."

"They're four."

"Four and a half." Ivy corrects. "And they're the heir to Ra's."

Bruce grunts at that, looking upset. Which... is probably good. She's not sure, really.

Ivy just sighs slowly. "You look like you need some sleep."

"I do."

"Go sleep, dad. We're safe here. I'll make sure of it."

Bruce frowns as his heart clenches. "Are you sure?"

"You have great security, and I'm plenty dangerous. We'll be okay. I'll see you in the morning, dad." Ivy smiles at him with an assurance he dosen’t recognize.

"Okay." Bruce breathes softly.

He leaves the room quietly, feeling both worse and better.

He's seen the children, at least. They are safe.

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Alfred comes to wake the children around ten in the morning, later than usual but letting them sleep in. They arrived late and are used to a different time zone after all.

He wakes them with a knock and a call of their names.

Ivy sends the boys to get dressed easily before she takes a quick shower.

The twins meet Ivy in the hallway.

The three of them go downstairs and find quite the scene.

The living room is full of tension.

Dick is sitting in the arm of the couch, looking like he'd like to set the wall on fire with his glare.

Barbra has her wheelchair parked between the other end of the couch and the chair Bruce is in. She's got her eyes closed.

Bruce is settled in a leather recliner, arms crossed as he growers at the ceiling.

Alfred is nowhere to be seen.

"Uh- morning?" Ivy tries.

All three heads whip around to look at her and the boys.

"Ivy." Dick breathes out softly.

"Dick." She smiles warmly.

"Dragă," Dick stands, shaking.

"You're really here." Barbara manages.

Ivy just nods, "I am. Would you like to meet my brothers?"

"Yes." Bruce says.

"I am Damian Al Ghul." The green eyed boy says proudly.

"I'm Danyal Al." The blue eyes boy says, just a little less sure but far more confident than many adults.

"It's nice to finally meet you," Bruce says as he stands and walks over. "I'm your father, Bruce Wayne."

"Mother speaks of you." Damian says while his twin nods.

"Talia told you about me?" Bruce manages.

"Talia had kids?" Dick asks.

"Three." Ivy smiles sweetly, "I'm her oldest as far as I know."

Dick blinks, looking confused. Then upset. Although he has never much cared for Talia.

Barbra rolls over and smiles, "It's nice to meet you boys, I'm Barbra, but you can call me Babs."

"Ivy likes you." Danyal hums.

"I hope so," Barbra says with a soft smile.

Dick comes over and focuses on the boys. He can't bring himself to look at his sister again right now. She hurts to look at, she's older now.

And he kind of wants to bundle her up in a tower to keep her safe, but he won't do that. That's weird and probably cruel.

"I'm Dick Grayson." The acrobat says with a bright smile.

Damian looks at him doubtfully, as if offended by the very notion. "You do not look like him."

"What?" Dick manages.

"Ivy told us about him." Danyal explains, "She says he's the best big brother, and he has eyes like the sky. You look boring."

"Oh my god." Ivy wheezes, "Oh fu- fiddlesticks. Boys, no, that is absolutely Dick."

"You said he was the best acrobat. This one looks broken." Damian frowns.

"No. Oh my god." Ivy groans as she sets her face in her hands.

"You said I was the best acrobat?" Dick asks with wide eyes.

"Of course I did, cause you are." She says.

Dick looks at her, and he tears up.

She's perfect.

Dark curls damp as they fall down her back. A black tank top over jeans just shows off how she's grown. ( She's breathing! )

He moves then, hugging her tightly to his chest.

She hugs right back, though. Holding onto him as she takes slow breaths. She has missed him, she hasn't seen him look so young in a while.

"We're glad you're back." Barbra says.

Ivy laughs softly and turns her head to look at Barbra, "You couldn't keep me away."

Barbara sets a hand on her arm where the younger girl is still hugging Dick. "If you ever need me, I'll always be here."

"Thank you, Babs."

Dick steps back finally. Hands resting on his sister's shoulder. "Don't you ever die on me again."

"I don't plan to." Ivy smiles.

"She is not allowed to die." Danyal says sharply.

"You're right about that." Barbra laughs softly.

"Alright, alright, I think it's time you three get to know Damian and Danyal." Ivy says as she steps back.

Damian looks his father up and down before looking to his sister. He seems to be saying,'What now?'

Ivy squats down between her youngest brothers and tilts her head.

"Are these the people you talk about?" Damian asks.

"Absolutely." Ivy smiles, "These are my family."

"We are your family." Danyal says with a frown.

She softens, "Of course you are, habibi. You are my family, but so are they."

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Ivy frowns softly now that she's finally alone. She's put the boys to bed in their own rooms and escaped to the library.

As far as she can tell, she's going to be here for a while. She's changed things- but nothing bad has happened yet.

What if she changed more things?

She is going to have to try to track down Jason. Getting him on her side after her last spree of assassination targets shouldn't be hard. The awful clown is dead.

She can try to befriend Tim at school when she goes back next week. Steph, too, maybe?

Then, she has to find Cass, which will be a challenge.

Oh, and she should look for Duke if he can keep his family, that's for the better. But he deserves to have even more family too.

She looks through the books and smiles sadly when she sees a well loved copy of Stephen King's 'The Eyes of the Dragon'. Her favorite book is one she's been read and read herself so many times.

It's one of the first books she got Jason to read and discuss with her.

She misses him so much.

He has always been the one who was there for everything. Her best friend.

"Calm down, Ivy. You can do this." Ivy says to herself as she grabs the book she'd just looked at, the Stephen King fairytale a safety she longs to read again.

She settles on a couch by the fireplace and starts reading. The words wash over her gently as she relaxed into it.

She has time.

The door opens to Alfred, who just clears his throat.

She looks up, "Alfred?"

"Miss Ivy, my dear, it's late. Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"I just can't sleep. There's so much in my head."

Alfred sighs,"I can understand that. The twins seem very attached to you."

She just laughs softly. Her boys are attached to her. In her time, Damian has done all sorts of things just for her happiness and safety. Before she got Danyal out, he would have done anything for her.

"I'm really lucky that way." She says with a soft smile.

"I'm glad you were not alone there. I've watched the league break many." Alfred frowns as he walks closer.

She sighs slowly. "Alfie..."

"Miss Ivy, I just want you to know you can talk to me about anything."

"I know, Alfred. I appreciate that. I just - I don't know how. I did a lot of things there." Ivy admits softly.

She dosen’t know how to talk about it either. Before she went back in time, her family already knew because she had a breakdown and Damian shared her history.

She's never actually told anyone, but Jason outright what she's done. And she had thought he was a criminal she didn't know during that outburst.

"I understand that. Just know that if you ever do tell me, I will not judge you."

"I know. Thank you, Alfie."

"Of course."

Ivy dosen’t know what it is, but she wants someone to know because she chooses it. She wants to knowingly and meaningfully open up.

So she goes on a whim. "Hey, Alfred?"

"Yes?"

"Can we talk about it?" She asks as she puts a bookmark in the book.

Alfred nods as he crosses the space and sister on the other end of the couch. "When ever you're ready."

"I'm a killer, Alfred. I've taken lives."

"I'm sorry, I know you didn’t want to."

"No. I didn't. Then I got numb. It stopped hurting." She sighs, "I've made my peace, I don’t plan to do it again... I made sure to make it fast. But I'm not who I was before."

"No one is ever the same," Alfred soothes, "But you can choose to be someone you want to be."

"I am. I don't want to kill again, Alfred. I just... I know I can now."

Alfred just hum, setting a hand on her shoulder. "My dear girl, everyone has the ability in them. Very few have the ability to choose kindness after they unlock it."

"Alfred." She manages, "I- you sound like you don't think I'm a monster."

"No more than I am, my dear."

She hugs him then, tight as she shakes and holds back tears. "You always know how to help."

Alfred hugs her back firmly. His arms are solid and safe, and a haven she's missed.

"I am always here for you, Ivy. You are not a monster for doing things to survive or to help others survive."

Ivy feels better. For the first time, she told someone her history on her own without missing some information.

And she's accepted.

There was no pity or judgment. Just acceptance and commraderie.

Alfred truly is the best of them.

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#misty's oc #oc x canon #Ivy Wayne (oc)#batfam oc #batfamily #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #barbra gordon #dick grayson

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omegansamurai · 11 months ago

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A Batman/ATLA Crossover Story!

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Chapter 9: Reveal

Summary: Robin and Batgirl meet a strange cop who is for Batman's cause, while Zuko and Katara explain their situation. Meanwhile, Batman (Bruce) reveals himself to Team Avatar...

Ships: Taang, Zutara, Sukka, Bruce/Selina, Dick/Barbara.

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Not much to say here! Just a little chapter to get things going in our story! :) Please tell me how I did! I want some feedback, yo! :O

Thank you for reading! :D

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littlebatsimagines · 2 years ago

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The Orphan and The Clown Part 2 (Jerome Valeska x OC)

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The 18 year old ginger sat at the table in the rec room, his foot continuously tapping as he waited. “Calm down ginger, geez.” Barbra said as she walked by and sat across from him. “She’s been gone 20 minutes, what they took her for only takes 10.” he said as he turned away from Barbra, his foot tapping only stopping for a moment as he spun back to face the door. “Hmm. Didn't think you'd care for anyone.” One of theguards snickered as he walked by, kicking Jerome's foot. The tapping paused only for amoment as he tripped the guard who glared at Jerome as he stood back up. “Watch it boy or she wont be coming back." the guard growled as he confined walking. “So, what's so special about her?” Barbra asked making him quickly turn to her. “What’s it matter to you, huh? Jealous?” Jerome asked with a chuckle and wicked grin spreading across his features. “No just curious.” Barbra said unimpressed. “Well you know what they say..” he started as he fully turned to Barbra and started to inch across the table. “Curiosity killed the cat!” he said as he slammed his hand on the table causing her to jump slightly and him to laugh as he slowly sat back down. “Buuuut if you must know…” he started as he became strangely serious. “She’s been there through it all, the ups, the downs…the crazy coincidences. She's stayed through it all, she helped me hide things,” he started excitedly as he jumped up into a crouch on his chair. “She’s never shied away from me or what I've done…she’s never been afraid of me. She also has the best smile." he said as his wicked smile came back as he remembered her helping him hide thee body of his whore mother that lovely night.

“Hmm, so you need her?” Barbra asked pulling Jerome from his thoughts. “Noooo…not really, but I want her…she’s my partner in crime.” Jerome said his eyes meeting Barbra’s but his eyes held a strange spark. “Her demons don't stop mine, they dance together…not like any of you would get that." he giggled as the doors opened making him whip around and grin as the little doll he was waiting for walked through them.

The small pale girl pushed her glasses up but her bangs kept her green eyes hidden when she kept her head down. Jerome's smile grew as she took her seat next to him, his hand joining hers under the table in a silent greeting making a wide smile spread across her doll-like face. The smile that formed on his face turned sinister as his gaze shifted to Barbra. “She could've gotten away with it ya know. Gordon didn’t suspect her but she came clean… she enjoyed it as much as I did." he said as he stared down Barbra while gently rubbing the back of Chance's hand while she lightly played wit his fingers under the table. Barbra noticed a few things as she watched the two. Chance was quiet, she always stayed near Jerome's side, she always did what he asked, and he always watched her and never let anyone harm her. They were the king and queen of Arkham and god help anyone who disrespected the queen.

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 11 months ago

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The Robin and the Spider

by A_07 Jason Todd got approached by Batman to check out a new vigilante in town. Who is this mysterious Spider-man? Why is he defeating crime in Gotham. What are his motives. Most importantly, who is spiderman Words: 784, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Red Hood/Arsenal (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: OC (Ace), Jason Todd/Red Hood, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Batman, Tim Drake, barbra gordon Relationships: jason todd x oc - Relationship Additional Tags: Eventual Smut, Fluff, Angst, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Death, Family Member Death, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Suicide, spiderman oc, Modern Era, Day At The Beach, POV Switching via https://ift.tt/UP0Anct

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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midnightecko · 2 years ago

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Ok ik it's been forever but I'm starting to write a batfam fic where my oc is Jason's little sister and is around Tim's age but is basically damians caretaker in the league. It's kinda complicated but once I post it yall will get it. I thought of it at like 2 in the morning after waking up and spend the next like 4 hours working out the storyline and timeline. So yeah.... anyways I'm gonna start actually writing it in a couple days or maybe even today. But the point is it'll be out soon. I'm gonna post a little snipit here soon before actually posting on ao3

#jason todd #batfam x reader #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #damian wayne al ghul #dc oc #batfam oc #jason my beloved #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #barbra gordon #i am not okay #late night inspo #i thought of this at 3am #hours of work #ok bye #awesome 👍

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harveywritings92 · 3 years ago

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Soulmate Au: Adult! Batman! Damian x OC

Summary: Damian meets his soulmate but rejects her as he doesn't need a weakling holding him back, Cailen of course is crushed and trie to hold it to together, which of course is fruitless when the guy who rejected her can see her emotions...

Damian age 20

Cailen age 18

Mood changing Compass: A compass on your wrist that points you to your soulmate's location and changes color with how you/they are feeling.

Color and they represent:

Teal: calm

Dark-Purple: Annoyed.

Lavender: Guilt.

Carmine: Happy/Excited.

Rust red: Anger.

Raw-umber: sick/exhaustion.

Saffron: confusion.

Fern: Fear.

Payne's grey: Sad/Heart broken.

Black: Nothing. (only visible if you're unconscious.)

The compass disappears if a soulmate dies.

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Is Numbness an emotion? Cos it sure as hell felt like one right now... as Cailen stared down forlornly at the tiny compass on her wrist dyed a dark purple as days before, her soulmate walked out of her life mere seconds after he told he didn't want nor need someone who just gonna drag him down.

The compass on his wrist went Saffron as she tried to stop him thinking he was joking, not noticing her own compass turn Rusty red, because next thing Cailen knew she was on the ground writhing in pain clutching her stomach, *did...did he just punch me?* she moaned in pain as her soulmate stared at her expressionless. "Tt" he hissed before walking away... Meanwhile the compass on her wrist kept flashing between Lavender and Dark-Purple.

As it turned out that punch to the stomach was blessing in disguise as it turned out, after three days the pain wouldn't stop! and ultra-sound revealed there was a cyst on her appendix almost ready to burst, and if she hadn't gone to check to make sure her ribs weren't broken, She never would've found out until it was too late, so one surgery and a week later... (it would've been two days but, the meds the doc prescribed didn't agree with Cailen.) the auburn haired girl was at the front desk in a wheel chair waiting for her discharge papers to go through when the lights went out!

Cailen had this sickening feeling suddenly kick in that she guessed wasn't from the pain-killers she had taken, Suddenly the sound of gunshots going off in the distance caused Cailen and everyone to jump they knew something big was going down... a Few seconds later the P.A. choked to life as a cocky voice came. "Attention staff and patients, please don't panic and make a nice and orderly line with your hands behind your head." Cailen watched the reaction of everyone in the waiting room looked around bewildered and scared as footsteps echoed down the hallway, every held and put their hands behind their heads as a masked gunman walked in scanning every letting out a groan of annoyance.

Clearly whoever he was looking for wasn't in this waiting room. "Alright every to the convention hall nice and slow." He ordered gesturing with his gun, everyone started to get up save for one man who was clearly well off suddenly stood up. "Now just hold on, Do you know who I am ? I deman-" The gunman suddenly struck the wealthy man in the head with the butt of his rifle he ordered two other hostages to carry him as he ordered everyone to again head to the convention hall, the Gun man watched everyone walk passed hands behind their heads before briefly looking back to make sure there weren't any stragglers... satisfied that the room was clear he followed the line of people, not realizing he missed one...

Cailen carefully peeked out from behind a giant vase by the nurse's station her gray eyes carefully scanned the waiting room and then peeked out the hall to make sure there weren't anymore arseholes wandering nearby before checking the phones...dead, she then checked the nurse's computer dead, She saw an open laptop on one of the tables and checked it the the wifi was down...Shite! Well, Hopefully someone outside noticed the armed men storming in or the gunshots and called for help! The auburn haired clutched her throbbing right side and inhaled sharply as she stood up from the cheap couch and left the waiting room.

Meanwhile

Some homeless men who were camping near the hospital saw the heavily armored van and masked men swarm into the hospital, one of the homeless named Earl went to the nearest payphone just as the lights went off gunshots started. The police and Batman were alerted of the situation, Oracle was giving Damian the details in the car bringing up the security feed before everything went black.

Something caught Damian's eye. "Wait, go back to waiting room B." he ordered to rewind the footage. "Stop." Damian jaw tightened as he saw a familiar face on that camera, His soulmate.... "What the hell is she doing there?" he huffed Oracle mistook this as a who was she.

"Her name Cailen Geels, and she was in the process of being discharged after an appendectomy." The last couple of seconds showed Cailen slip out of her wheel chair and duck between a sofa and the Nurse station, pulling a large decorative vase close to the gap further obscuring her presence, Damian watched the gunman survey the waiting room, he stopped right at the plant and then left as footage was cutting off Cailen came out of hiding. "Clever girl..." Barbra stated as Damian in agreement but had a gut feeling Cailen didn't take that as her cue time to escape, he pressed the pedal to the metal straight to Gotham General.

Back with Cailen

Cailen was wandering the empty halls being cautious of every noise before peeking into a random room, and saw a comatose patient ventilator and Heart monitor still going. *Well, They didn't cut the back up power so it clear they weren't hear to kill...* that thought was thrown out the window when Cailen found one of the security guards slumped against the wall two holes in her head, the brunette bit back a gasp as she crouched down and read the guard's badge.

Sheryl Comber... Short woman wince as she eyed the guard's hand cuffs and taser. "Sorry Sherry, but I think I'll need these more than you." Cailen mumbled taking the cuffs and taser from the poor, Cailen carefully laid Sheryl's body down and covered her with a sheet before, continuing on to the Patient archives, I was obvious these guys were looking for someone... Hopefully Cailen can find out who... one short detour to the medicine supply closet for sedatives the veterinary student was on the move again

After 15 minutes of ducking into dark rooms and avoiding more gunman, Cailen made it to the archives office only to find it's been searched... *looks like some of the guys don't know how to use a computer.* Cailen got on the the office computer, and first she checked to see is any wealthy people had been checked in...

No, okay... then she checked for any wealthy long term patients? Nope... Then she tried for any V.I.Ps or Criminal families, who knows these guys could be looking for a score to settle? Again, nope! okay this was starting frustrate Cailen... What was she missing? obviously whoever these guys there looking for was important!... Maybe the soulmate of some rich person?

Cailen knew that was longshot Soulmate info is usual kept out of heath problems... Cailen groaned in pain as her pain meds were wearing off she let out a sharp exhale as she leaned back in the office chair and stared up at the ceiling before something caught her eye a magazine The Gotham Gossip, suddenly all the air seemed to leave Cailen's lungs as she saw a familiar face on the cover... Damian Wayne, Aka: Her Jerkwad Soulmate... panic gripped her heart as she came to realization that these people weren't just looking for anyone, they were looking for her!

Well Cailen sure as hell wasn't gonna let them take her with out a fight that's for sure! At the same time Batman had infiltrated the roof it became apparent that the men had rigged it with traps luckily they were easy crack and the ones that were tasked with guarding the roof weren't much of a challenge, As Damian was making his way down Cailen was making her way up leaving a few surprises of her own for the gunman wandering the halls.

She totally went Home alone on these assholes with whatever she could find laying around, Cailen was rather proud of the swinging fire extinguishers and and the fire cracker chair a-go-round, it was pretty funny watch them go off, the other floors were were cleared and she sent people out telling them through waiting room A with their hands on their shoulders so the police don't gun them down, and went to go deal with the other floors.

One man she caught off guard and sedated him, he woke up in a straight jacket tied to a chair. He started calling for help and his buddy came check on him only to set off the Fire extinguishers they sprayed him blinding, the guy he didn't even notice the tripwire that set the chair off until it was too late, his friend was started yelling as he barreled towards him. "Herrrbbbb!" and crashed into the blind man, they both went straight to the open stairwell.

Cailen heard both men scream as they went over the railing by now they should've landed in that container of soiled bedsheets she saw at the bottom of the stairwell, That's what Damian walked into he when got to the second floor he heard screaming and paused just in time to see two men on a office chair go over the rail he quickly looked over the railing and saw they landed in a container of dirty sheets and were knocked out, Batman blinked and turned around just as Cailen rounding the corner.

Luckily the dark knight caught up to her before she got onto the elevator caught her wrist causing Cailen to reach for the taser luckily she looked before attacking because as soon as she saw who grabbed her wrist Cailen nearly threw up either in relief, fear or the excruciating pain in her stitched up side, or combo of all three! Never in her entire life did the veterinary student think she'd meet Batman! "You're more trouble than I expected..." Damian muttered not realizing he said it out loud, Cailen blinked looked at the tall vigilante bemused.

"What?"

"I saw the security footage. When you hid, why stay?"

"I don't know I just though if I could figure out what these guy wanted... no, It's stupid... I'm stupid, I'll just get out of your hair..."

"Stop..."

Cailen jolted but complied she watched Batman starring at something before bring his hand over to her right side, when she noticed the small red stain forming on her shirt, Damian lift the shirt up and frowned how bruise up her stomach was alongside her surgical incision, he didn't think when Cailen grabbed him and just wanted her to leave him alone, not that he didn't want a soulmate, it's just that his life was too dangerous for one. "You ripped your stitches." he huffed as the brunette winced as he took out a small bottle of disinfectant and roll of Steri-strips from his belt and starting cleaning off the area and applying the strips, When Damian noticed the I.D. on Cailen's over shoulder pack. "...You're a Vet?" He inquired trying to distract her from the situation. "Still training, but yeah I am." Batman asked if she worked on cases, she thought about it for a minute.

Two that stand out, One was the St. Bernard who got into his owner's cannabis gummies and was high off his rocker, and other the story of how Cailen got her pet Tortoise Tank, when he was around 5 some rich jackass teens tried to pop his shell open... "He was in really bad shape when they assigned him to me.." Cailen explained how she fixed his shell by super gluing old bra clasps round the healthy parts of the shell, and thread them together and added some fiber glass patches and resin to the cracks.

"His old owners parents didn't want him anymore, cos their precious boy wanted new puppy, so I took him." she said with a noticeable edge in her voice, it was obvious this situation still pisses her off to this day. "Why'd you named him Tank?" the masked man asked Cailen looked embarrassed. "When he was tad smaller, I... *ahem* I used to put my great-grandfather's old army helmet on his shell and he'd waddle around with it on." Batman let a small poorly concealed snort which threw Cailen off guard. *holy crap, I made Batman laugh!* she thought as the dark hero finally finished tending to her popped stitches and tapping a gauze pad to the area. "Now that sorted, You need to get out of here." Batman informed her pointing to the exits, but Cailen was hesitant.

"I don't know if that's good call..."

"Why is that?"

"I pretty sure they stormed the hospital because me."

"How did you come to that conclusion?"

Cailen told him about her trip to the the patient archives, her hunch was that these men were looking for someone at first, she figured they were looking for some rich guy, but that came up empty, then she thought criminals with a score to settle? No was wasn't it, she exhausted all other reasons for this attack, until she saw a magazine with Damian Wayne on the cover. "Which reminds me I need to thank him for that gut punch, I would've never known about the cyst on my appendix, anyway." She saw cover realized someone had to have seen them meet, but didn't see the aftermath of said meeting.

"So it's natural that they'd thought I'd be dating Damian, being his soulmate and all...: Then she looked stumped. “But, the one thing I can't figure out, is how did they find out I was in this hospital?" Needless to say Damian was impressed with Cailen's observation and deduction skills, and she raised a good point. There were three major hospitals in Gotham: Gotham's Children's hospital, Wayne's Memorial hospital and Gotham General...

Then it hit them like a ton of bricks, someone told them where Cailen was... "Do you know anyone who could have a grudge on you?" Batman asked seriously as they made their way to the security office, Cailen thought for a moment no one came to mind except... "Madison, Madison Fields, she takes zoology with me." Cailen looked pale threw a hand over her mouth suddenly feeling nauseous and light headed, Damian's frown deepened he was no stranger to the Fields family; they'd been trying to set him up with their daughter for years!

Of course Bruce and Damian rejected them every time. " Fuck, I must've saw Damian on Tv told her about us being soulmates! I didn't think she'd-" Cailen blinked when she noticed Batman was gone; she heard a door shut, she looked behind her and saw she was alone in the security office she tried the door, but it was stuck. "What are you doing?" she demanded looking out the window at the vigilante who using this weird foam on the door...was that glue?

"Just sit there and behave, you've done your part." And like that Batman was gone and Cailen was stuck in that damn office for what seemed like hours, before seeing a sea of people rushing by the office and out the front door followed by SWAT charging in passed the office, leaving a wide birth for Commissioner Gordon who had been notified of Cailen being locked in the security office he saw her slumped in a chair sleeping, he knocked on the window causing her to jump awake.

"Miss Geels, our mutual friend explained your situation, I hope you don't mind spending the night down-town until he's sorted everything out?" Yes actually she did mind, At this point Cailen was done! She just wanted to go home to bed and be with her tortoise! But she could tell that not happening anytime soon, Gordon got Cailen out of the security office and brought to the G.C.P.D station where she slept on small cot in Gordon's office occasionally waking for a few seconds then going back to sleep, Cailen thought she felt someone move some of her hair out her face, her eyes struggled to see who but only saw a large black blur looming over her and then hush voices talking...

Then she was woken up in the morning by a pretty redheaded woman named Barbra, it took a moment for her to realize the lady was commissioner Gordon's daughter, who handed Cailen a large jacket and some clean clothes. "Do you need side checked?" she was referring to Cailen's surgical scar. The brunette shook her head and Barbra led her to a bathroom to get changed into a pair of G.C.P.D sweats and the large jacket... And when Cailen meant large, She means this thing was made for sasquatch or something! it stopped passed her knees and her hands couldn't go pass the sleeves.

She probably looked like toddler trying on her dad's coat, that assumption was confirmed by Barbra trying her hardest to keep a straight face when Cailen came out of the bathroom. "I told him that coat was gonna be too big on you." she snickered while Cailen looked at Barbra bemused as the station doors suddenly burst open, with the paparazzi and reporters yelling after two officers walking in dragging a kicking and screaming Madison Fields along with them, followed by her embarrassed parents scurrying behind her assuring that they'll fix this! "These next couple days are going to be hectic..." a deep voice said from behind.

Cailen nearly jumped out of her shoes and whirled around to find Damian Wayne leaning against the wall watching the whole fiasco with an bored expression, before turning his attention to Cailen who was just gawking at him. "This would be the part where I give some asinine speech about being wrong and starting over b..." The brunette held her hand up to silence him.

"Don't worry I get it." Damian frowned. "No I don't think you do." Cailen just smirked. "No trust me B-man I do.~" she chirped the raven haired man's jaw dropped, “I looked at my Compass while you were fixing my stitches...” Damian blushed. "Tt, smart-aleck.." he mumbled before leading Cailen out of the police station, through a different exit and drove her back home where he was introduced to the infamous Tank. Needless to say the tabloids were on fire about Damian finding his Soulmate and the giant Tortoise sighting on the Wayne manor grounds.

.End.

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My brain farted a few times, I’m soo used to write Xreaders I kept instinctively putting down Y/n or ‘You’ instead of ‘Cailen.’

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#batman fanfiction #soulmate au #batman! damian wayne #damian wayne x oc #barbra gordon #jim gordon #batman oc: Cailen Geels #random ocs #tw: death #tw: blood #tw: guns

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jarsofjupiterr · 5 years ago

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Pt-2/2

Summary-Jason’s birthday....

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slutforgods · 3 years ago

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pairing : fem! oc x artemis crock x barbra gordon x dick grayson x wally west

warnings : threesome, etc

note : they’re all aged up !

y/n was annoyed and irritated but most of all she was beyond pissed, wally west and dick grayson her two best friends had gone on a mission without and her being a former villain wanted revenge, and what better than fucking their girlfriends in wally and dick’s shared room

y/n pulled artemis towards the bed straddling her, aggressively kissing her, their tongues fighting a battle, y/n grinding her crotch against artemis making the blond moan holding onto y/n waist, while this was happening barbra discarded her all clothes and was now sitting on dick’s bed thrusting her fingers inside her pussy, as she watched them make out

y/n chuckled as she brought her hand down artemis covered cunt “ already so wet? “ y/n asked looking into artemis eyes as she traced a circle on artemis underwear making the blond moan throwing her head up, bucking her hips to her more friction “ please, please “ artemis begged looking at y/n with lust filled eyes

y/n looked behind her smirking as she saw barbra on the bed eyes clothes harshly fingering herself, y/n snapped her fingers magically tying barbra on the bed, the red head whimpered opening her eyes staring at y/n who mockingly pouted

y/n made a movement with her hand creating a naked male clone, naked and everything, the clone looked like y/n, the clone had the dark brown hair, the stormy grey/blue eyes, the plum lips and her hardcore six pack

“ to keep you busy while i deal with missy here “ y/n said smirking as her clone walked towards barbra straddling her, kneading her boobs harshly making barbra moan, bucking her hips so the clones cock could hit her covered cunt

the clone clicked his tongue and took of her underwear, leaning down and licking her lips, holding onto her waist, barbra moaned grinding on the clones face

and while this was happening, y/n had already discarded artemis underwear and was already eating her pussy, licking and slurping “ oh yes! right there oh my god, yes yes “ artemis moaned rolling her eyes, bucking her hips, y/n gave one more lick before she lifted her head up gaining a whimper form artemis

y/n smiled and placed her lips on artemis, swiping her tongue so artemis could taste her cum, and with no warning y/n thrusted her fingers in artemis pussy, making the blond arch her back, throwing her head back, y/n rubbed circles in artemis clit with her thumb “ oh my god, yes oh my god “ artemis moaned as y/n thrusted two more fingers in her

“ OH MY GOD YES DADDY! RIGHT THERE OH DADDY DADDY ! “ barbra moaned, as y/n was still fingering artemis harshly, y/n turned around to see her clone pounding barbra harshly, kneading her boobs, pressing kisses down her neck, y/n smirked taking her fingers out of artemis making her whimper at the los

“ do artemis “ y/n ordered her clone who nodded and slowly took his big cock out of barbra and walked to artemis as y/n left artemis walking to barbra while discarding her clothes, her double d boobs bouncing as she walked

y/n straddled barbra, grinding her cunt on barbra who moaned “ i get why dick hides you “ y/n said as she moved faster, their cunts slapping each other, barbra rolled her eyes back moaning “ mommy, faster please— oh yes right there oh yeah “ barbra moaned her boobs bouncing still tied on the bed, y/n grinded harshly on her leaning down sucking her boobs, moving her hips in a circular motion

“ cum for me “ y/n whispered at barbra doing a circular motion, barbra moaned cumming on y/n pussy, y/n laughed giving barbra a small kiss, she looked behind her to see artemis sucking her clones cock, she snapped her fingers and her clone was gone gaining a whimper from artemis

“ oh don’t worry darling “ y/n said gesturing her towards dick’s bed, artemis obeyed and walked towards the bed sitting next to barbra who could now move and stand up

“ fuck me, do what ever the hell you like “ y/n said switching positions with barbra, laying down, her legs spread opens showing cup dripping down, artemis and barbra smirked and nodded, barbra straddled her abs massaging y/n boobs as artemis began to eat y/n out making y/n moan

barbra began to ride y/n abs, moaning as she felt friction, y/n let out a pornographic moan as artemis hit her g spot, none of them noticed dick and wally at the door way, staring at them with wide eyes both having boners, dick clenched his hand as barbra yelled “ oh mommy! yes yes “

“ enough! “ dick yelled making artemis and barbra stop what they were doing, the two stared at their respective boyfriends with sheepish smiles as y/n smirked at the boys

“ get dressed and leave, we need our revenge “ wally ordered glaring at y/n who sat on dick’s bed, smirking, barbra and artemis gave y/n one last kiss and got dressed quickly before leaving

dick stormed to y/n and pinned her against his bed, his hand around his neck as wally sat on his own bed smirking at the scene “ you think you can fuck our girlfriends and not have a consequence “ dick yelled stepping back taking off his shirt and pants as wally did the name, though he was fully naked planing his cock

dick took his boxers off, his big cock making an appearance, y/n moaned at the sight of it, making dick chuckle “ suck it y/n now “ he ordered sitting on the bed, legs spread, y/n looked behind her to see wally humping his bed moaning

y/n looked back dick and began to palm his cock, running her thumb over his tip making him moan, y/n takes his cock in her mouth, deep throating it, her tongue swiping over his tip

“ right there, you’re doing so good princess “ dick praised moving her head more forward, smirking as he saw wally walk behind her and suddenly thrust his cock his her ass, y/n arched her back, backing her ass on wally’s cock making him moan

dick grabbed her head and pushed her making her gag on his cock, she slurped his cock, licking it harshly as wally snapped his hips against hers, y/n moaned as dick cummed in her mouth, she looked at dick and licked her lips swallowing his cum

wally took his cock out of her ass making her moan “ i want you to ride me “ wally ordered sitting next to dick, y/n nodded and straddled wally, she grinded on his cock before she raised her hips and lined wally’s cock in her cunt and began to bounce moaning, her boobs bouncing, her eyes were closed so she didn’t see wally and dick began to kiss, swiping their tongues

wally moaned “ god you’re doing so good, oh yeah you feel so good around my cock “ he yelled as dick moved behind y/n and began to massage her boobs her head leaned on his shoulder and their interlocked their lips as she bounced accidentally moving her ass on dick’s cock, y/n didn’t feel wally’s cock leave her pussy as immediately as it left dick thrusted his cock inside her, spinning her around and pinning her on the bed

“ YES YES YES “ y/n moaned snapping her eyes opened, looking at dick who began to suck her boobs thrusting his cock forward, y/n looked to the side only to notice artemis and babra scissoring each other against the wall and wally thrusting his cock into dick’s ass making his moan and arch his back

“ you’re so tight “ wally moaned snapping his hips against dick’s ass, dick thrusted into y/n harshly hitting her g spot, moaning loudly cumming inside her just as y/n cummed

y/n slid his cock out of her pussy, getting off the bed, letting wally fuck dick, she walked towards wally’s bed laying down gesturing for barbra and artemis to join her and they didn’t waste no time

they went back to the same position but this time artemis dragged her cunt across y/n cunt scissoring her as barbra grinded on her boobs, barbra moaned as y/n nipple went into her cunt and she began to bounce on it

y/n moaned moving her hips in a circle motion, gagging as she felt a cock in her mouth, she opened her eyes to see wally throat fucking, slurped and licked his cock, y/n let out the most erotic moan as she felt a cock enter her cock, she wanted to look what was happening but she couldn’t, seeing this wally grabbed his phone and recorded dick fucking y/n and fingering artemis at the same time before he showed y/n who moaned

“ YES GOD YOU FEEL SO GOOD MOMMY OH YES “ barbra

“ you feel so good around my fingers artemis and you oh y/n feel so good, so perfect around my cock “ dick

“ oh yes suck it oh yeah right there oh you’re doing so good “ wally

all at the same time, they all moaned as they cummed, wally cummed in y/n mouth, barbra cummed on her nipples, y/n cummed around dick’s cock as dick cummed in her pussy and artemis cummed on dick’s fingers

#comics #dick grayson #wally west #barbra gordon #artemis crock #smut

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originaltyphoonkryptonite · 20 days ago

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Batfamily and Superfamily mermaid au in sims 4

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zombieculture · 3 years ago

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ᝰHello

I have discord and amino! Or we could rp on here

Im looking for someone to play either Jerome, Jeremiah(post spray), Ed, or Barbra!I do have plots to use for any of them, but I am more than willing to hear your ideas! I usually do oc x cc, I can do double ups.

I am also literate to advanced literate and I ask that you be the same!

ᝰCharacters I have the most experience playing:

-Oswald

-Victor

-Johnathan(scarecrow,I also just got to his part in season 4 so I may be able to portray him more accurately.)

-Jerome.

ᝰCharacters I think I could do well at playing:

-Bruce Wayne.

-Selina Kyle

-Edward Nygma

-Gordon (maybe)

-I can try playing anyone!

ᝰI do also have another oc named Winona! I can do either oc x oc with her or oc x cc!

http://aminoapps.com/p/5j77j7b

http://aminoapps.com/p/nedhw7

#edward nygma #jerome valeska #jeremiah valeska #victor zsasz #barbara kean #gotham rp #gotham x reader #gotham #gotham show #roleplay

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princessozera · 4 years ago

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Not OM, I just wanted to post here the first ever fic I actually wrote and published

I WOULD LIKE TO SAY AS A DISCLAIMER EVEN THOUGH I PUBLISHED IT LAST YEAR (2 years ago?) I WAS ACTUALLY YOUNGER WHEN I WROTE THIS. I DO NOT SIMP FOR DAMIAN LIKE THAT ANYMORE, HE IS MY SON.

The Only Exception

(Aged up/Older Damian Wayne x OC)

The seats are filled, the air is comforting, music and perfume floating in the air. Today Rosella Anderson is to be wed to Damian Wayne. But, weddings never quite go according to plan. Talia and Ra's Al Ghul have made it clear they don't like her, on multiple occasions. But with no less than 50 trained fighters and investigators on both sides of the aisle, nothing can interrupt or ruin her special day...... Right?

Chapter 1: Getting Married Today

"Come on, suck it in!"

"I HAVEN'T EVEN EATEN TODAY!" I whined as Alice yanked the ribbons on my corset tighter.

"WATCH IT!" Crystal swats away Alice's hands and undoes the ribbons a bit. "Suffocate her and she doesn't make it down the aisle, pack her like a sausage and my hours of makeup will have gone to waste!" She huffed and finish tying the ribbons, satisfied that they weren't too tight.

"I don't think I ever really appreciated the amount of work it takes to make curly hair not be frizzy," Barbra Gordon says between sips of champagne, lounging on the hotel bed.

"That's why I don't do my hair that often," I laugh, sitting on an ottoman so Alice can put my veil on and Crystal can help me put on my garter. My maid of honor, Cassandra Cain, came over and tried to feed me some fruit slices. I tried to argue, but I couldn't hold my own as she stared me down. I let her feed me some cantaloupe slices until she was satisfied and went off to finish getting ready.

"You really are a queen today!" Stephanie laughed as she walked around the room again, holding a video recorder. I tried to hide my face, but she grabbed my hand and swung it around. "A beautiful princess for Gotham's own prince! Tell us, your majesty, how are you feeling, about to be married off to Gotham's richest stone statue?" The girls laughed but I just shook my head at her. "Me, Tim, and Dick are making a documentary for you two. Any words for the lucky man? Anything you want to say to your future self, your family, your future kids? " Whistles and laughs went around the room and I couldn't help but blush.

"Well, let's take this one step at a time," I laughed to hide my own embarrassment. "Damian," I started, looking directly into the camera, "I don't believe in love at first sight, but damn did we square up on first sight. Not many people can say they had a full on MMA fight with their future spouse within minutes of meeting them. Yet, after that whole fiasco was solved, you've never been anything but gentle with me. People always said we wouldn't last; lava and ice. Water and a drought. Incompatible. But you were the first to look past who I had to be, to see who I was trying to be. You brought me a family, and I like to think I've brought you some serenity. I don't believe in destiny, and I'm not too sure about fate, but I believe in us. I believe that I'll fight for you until the end of time because you'd do the same for me. Because you are my home, and there's no place I'd rather be." I get choked up, wanting nothing more than to have him in my arms right now. I missed him like hell, even though it's only been 2 days since I've seen him.

"This isn't the time to start reciting your wedding vows silly," Cass said and I couldn't help but giggle. She wipes away the tears that I hadn't felt form, making sure to not mess with my mascara. Stephanie sighs happily and puts the camcorder down, reaching over to hug me.

"I'm so glad I get to be your sister," she whispered to me, and I hugged back tighter. We both jerked in surprise at the knock at the door. I immediately reached for my bag, looking for my well-worn notebook, but Cass's hand steadied me. Barbra got up, fixed her dress and went over to the door.

"Who is-" She stiffens up immediately, hand pulling back from the handle. "It's Talia." Stephanie immediately got in front of me, and I grabbed Cass's hand as she reached for her own bag, searching for her gun. I'd never told my friends about Talia, but they took the hint found their way to their respective bags, throwing knives and whips at the ready. Truthfully, I was finding it a little hard to breathe and I doubt it was the dress. The knock came again, more insistent, but no one moved.

"It's your call Rose," Barbra said, her eyes never leaving the door.

"Let her in," I tug on Cass's arm and she helps me stand up. "If she wanted me offed, she would have gotten someone else to do it. Or at least she wouldn't have knocked." Crystal and Alice look between all of us in alarm and decide to take the window as Stephanie goes to back up Babs by the door. The door opens, and there stands Talia, as beautiful and regal as ever. She glances over everyone before finally meeting my eyes.

"Lady Al Ghul, please come in. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I said, fidgeting with my dress. She steps in, nodding to Babs and Stephanie.

"I'd like to have a word with you before the ceremony," She says, running her hand along the wet counter cluttered with makeup. "Alone," She said with a pointed look when no one moved. That harsh edge was enough to get everyone to cover or flank me again. She didn't respond to this, simply staring at me. I put my hand on each girl's back, one by one.

"Go, I'll be fine. We'll be right here," Babs stares me down, but I nod back. She caves and starts to leave; Alice, Crystal and eventually Stephanie following behind, after she grabs something off the bed. Cass refused to move.

"Do I need to remind you that you can barely move your waist in that monstrous dress? She'd get to you before any of us were the wiser," She whispered in my ear, holding my arm pretty tightly. I wormed my way out of her grasp and grabbed the worn notebook from my bag.

"I promise, it'll be fine. Anyways, I forgot there were 2 more things I needed to do," I flipped through the pages quickly, finding what I needed and handing it to her. "If you could please take care of it? You should be done by the time we're done talking and we can head to the venue." Cass read through it quickly, then looked at me again. She gave a curt nod and walked out as well.

"We'll be right outside," Babs says pointedly before closing the door. Talia and I stood in silence for a moment, before she slowly stalked towards me until she was less than 6 feet away.

"Lady Al-"

"Your still not worthy of my son." oop. Right to the point, as always. Can't say it didn't hurt.

"You're a commoner, a nobody. No title, no land, not even superior health to your name. You failed classes in high school, went to college on scholarships, and couldn't land a proper role in your field until a year in. Failure, after pitfall, after failure." JESUS CHRIST THIS LADY DID HER RESEARCH. My face burned in humiliation, but nothing I could say now would justify everything she just listed out. "And yet... Damian loves you."

"I may not like you, but I know how I raised him, and Bruce has done a good job of bringing up a boy worth more than the names he was born into. Wayne. Al Ghul. Damian. I will have faith in his choice, he is not a stupid boy. Foolish and stubborn yes, but not stupid. If he thinks you are worthy, there may be hope for you yet." holy shit, no way, is this actually happening? I'm too stunned to say anything, just grateful that my mouth isn't hanging open.

"When you return from your honeymoon I expect you to face me in a formal duel and undergo training as necessary," she puts her hands on her hips, challenging me to argue with her, but I was so happy I had to restrain myself from hugging her.

"It would be an honor to battle you Lady Al Ghul," I say, finding my tongue, stifling my giddiness with a bow, and a hand over my chest.

"Talia is also acceptable." She says with a nod, taking another step forward and adjusting the skirt of my dress and finally my veil before turning starting to walk back to the door. "My father and I will also be in attendance to this event, but if you ever wish to gain even an ounce of his approval, you'll need to do another more traditional ceremony at a later date." My heart swelled, and for a second, I legitimately thought I was going to break down crying. This was better than anything I could have prepared for. I couldn't just let her walk out like that.

"Damian'll be elated!" I yelled out to keep my voice from cracking. Talia stops, and I gush on. "I know you haven't had the easiest of relationships, with conflicting ideology and all, but he really does love you, and Ra's, even if he doesn't say it. He looks up to you guys and wants to make you proud. You being here will mean the world to him." I force myself to stop talking before I say something weird or bad. Talia turns back to me, walks up swiftly, and hugs me. I'm stiff in surprise, but manage to hug her back before she gives me one last nod and walks out. Everyone runs back in the second Talia is out.

"Are you ok? Are you hurt anywhere?" Babs immediately grabs my arms and starts inspecting me up and down for any sign of injury.

"Don't cry don't cry!" Alice pleads with me, fanning my face to prevent the tears from falling.

"Talia hugged her, check her back and skirt for anything weird," I look over to Stephanie, who was staring down at her camcorder. Had she left that hidden on the bed? I didn't even notice. But it was so sweet. I could show Damian later all the sweet words his mother said about him.

"Jesus, you're so teary today," Cass mumbles as she does her own inspection of my dress. When she's done, she sees my tears are of joy, so she hugs me. "Your journal's impressive," she says handing back my heart covered notebook. I'm still choked up and trying not to bawl in relief so once everyone was satisfied that I wasn't going to drop dead in the middle of the aisle, they sat me down so I could calm down while they finished up. I collected myself, the extremity of these emotions leaving me exhausted. I drifted off with the warm glow of my friend's laughter and love filling the air.

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"No way, you did not fall asleep!"

"Get up get up get up!"

"Cass, I'm fully warning you right now. If she falls asleep at the ceremony like this, I'm throwing my bouquet at her head"

"You might have to beat Stephanie to it," Cass giggles, as she gently shakes me awake. I take a second to reorient myself, blinking the drowsiness out of my eyes, and stretching.

"Ooh, we could coordinate it though!" Stephanie perks up, "if she falls asleep; Alice and Crystal, take your flowers and make it rain, and then Babs, Cass and I hit her in the head. Guaranteed it'll wake her up!" We all laugh and I get up, taking a minute to appreciate my beautiful friends. It was a debated choice, but the deep purple fit everyone perfectly. We did have to make a few adjustments to Stephanie's overall look though, to keep her from looking too similar to her alter ego, Spoiler. Bouquet in every pair of hands, key cards in garter wallets and phones on silent, we made our way down to the venue.

"We're only running 10 minutes behind, it couldn't be helped," Babs tries to calm my nerves as I all but start jumping in the elevator. Cass also had to put a hand on my waist to pull me back when I almost ran to my place. She escorted me around to the side doors; the girls and I were coming in from the right, Damian and his groomsmen were coming in from the left. He had wanted to avoid any issue of who should walk him down the aisle; I thought it was cute how he couldn't choose between Dick and Bruce. Cass and I were slow dancing to calm my nerves when the rest of the girls came back.

"Pianist and minister are ready" -Babs

"Decorations are gorgeous and on point, everyone is in their seat and there are no fussy children" -Alice

"Lights, audio and AC are perfect and photographers are also ready" - Crystal.

I nodded, yes, everything was going smoothly. Of course, I had used everything I had when planning this. I was floating on cloud nine, simply nodding along when Babs spoke up.

"Has anyone seen Stephanie?" she asks, grip tightening on her bouquet. No one knew so we all just waited around for 5 minutes, everyone starting to get fidgety. Stephanie came back, 10 minutes later, looking a little out of breath and a bit pale, even under her makeup.

"Ok so there's a situation,- the guys are running late but it's okay they're o their way, they'll be here in 20 minutes!" Stephanie sped through the second half of her sentence when she saw that I was going to panic. I breathed out in relief and nodded, satisfied.

"I'll make the announcement, Dick probably went overboard trying to do his hair again," Babs snickered and headed into the ceremony hall. We played a light game of ninja as we waited to hear from the guys, but I soon became hyper-aware of time passing. I don't have the best perception of time, I don't even have a good memory, but I caught the looks my bridesmaids were giving each other.

The questioning looks.

The worry.

I let myself get kicked out of the next round and walked a little ways off, pulling my phone out and calling the number I knew by heart, ignoring the time that read that I was now almost 40 minutes late to my own wedding. The phone rang 3 times, and I turned away from my girls who were really getting into this game, rooting for Cass or Alice to win.

"Damian!" I sighed in relief when the line clicked. "hey, how much longer do you think you guys will be in traffic? If it's going to be another while, I can have it arranged so snacks and drinks are handed out so no one gets restless. I could also give the pianist a break, he's been playing the same chorus on repeat for the last half hour-" I let my voice trail off as I was met by a stone wall of silence. Not even a joke from Dick or Tim or Duke. I waited him out, after a minute of silence, Damian spoke up.

"I'm sorry beloved, I can't do this."

"What?" I asked, but my voice was so thin and breathy I doubt he heard me.

"I can't go through with this. This marriage, this wedding. It's all a joke. Who even cares about this mess? It's all so... stupid. Pointless." not a hint of hesitation, voice more ruthless than I had ever heard it. No. No way. was he serious!? I struggled to find my words, I shook with the pure effort of breathing normally even though I felt like I was having an actual heart attack; tight chest, palpitations, the whole 9 yards. Tremors ran through my body and I finally managed to choke out "Damian-"

"Goodbye Rosella" the line clicked off and I take a shuddering breath.

"Rose?" Cass says, gently putting a hand on my shoulder.

"He's not coming."

"What?"

"He's not coming!" I shriek, clutching my waist to stop my stomach from churning but to no avail; at least I didn't have much of lunch to throw up.

"What do you mean he's not coming!" Babs demands, yelling from where she was

"shit"

We all turn and there stands Jason, looking uncomfortable as hell and very much like he didn't want to be here. That confirmed it for everyone. Alice, Crystal, and Babs started yelling questions at Jason. Stephanie pulled out her own phone and started dialing a bunch of numbers but it seemed like no one was answering. Cass tried to speak with me, but my ears were ringing, it all sounded like white noise. And I felt cold. but hot. but freezing. I raise my hand and draw everyone's attention, all becoming deadly silent.

"Alice, Crystal. please go tell the pianist, the minister, and the photographer. Give them my email so I can settle up the charges later. Stephanie and Cass, please go see if we can keep the party reservations for tonight. Everyone else should enjoy them, even if there is no.... Barbra, could you please break the news that I... we..." everything got really blurry for a second and the floor rushed up to meet me, but I caught myself on the table before I could pass out completely.

Not here, not in front of them. Don't put them through a breakdown.

Everyone was fussing, but I couldn't stand here for another second. "Go. I just want to be alone. Please. go. GO!" I yelled and they all dispersed, shooting me worried looks. Cass gave me a long hug before she decided I needed a moment alone.

"Don't move from here." She instructed me. "Go get the guys," she demanded to Jason before going off. Jason looked at me sadly, trying to find the right words to say.

"Rose-"

"Please leave." he walked away without another word. Once I was sure he was out of earshot, I ran with everything I had out of the hallway.

Pardon me is everybody there

because if everybody's there id like to thank you all for coming to the wedding

I appreciate you going even more

I mean you must have had better things to do.

Thank you all for the gifts and the flowers,

Thank you all, now it's back to the showers

but I guess I'm not getting married today

The perfume is suffocating, overly sweet, fake as plastic, thick as sugar. I can't breathe, but I don't need air to run. Don't stop, move. Move. Move. The ribbons are strangling me. The garter is cutting off my circulation. Gloves are hurting me. High heels, weak ankles. My rolls of fat spilling out of the dress. rolls and rolls and rolls and rolls and rolls. can't stand. can't wait, I throw open the door to the stairs and take them in 3s.

Listen, everybody,

look, I don't know what you're waiting for.

A wedding. What's a wedding?

It's a prehistoric ritual

Where everybody promises fidelity forever,

Which is maybe the most horrifying word I ever heard of,

Which is followed by a honeymoon, where suddenly he'll realize

He's saddled with a nut, and want to kill me, which he should.

Thanks a bunch, but I'm not getting married

I scream as my veil gets caught in the handrail, yanking my head back, falling down a couple of stairs. No question, I rip it off. It stings, it hurts, bobby pins forcefully ripped out. The shoes go too, heels are stupid, why are they so tall. Tall and tall and make my knees wobbly. The taller they are the harder they fall. Up the stairs, 3 at a time, legs on fire. Don't stop, don't stop, hike the dress up and keep running all the way to the 50th floor.

Go have lunch, 'cause I'm not getting married

You've been grand, but I'm not getting married

Don't just stand there, I'm not getting married

But I'm not getting married today.

I slam open the hotel room door, to hell with neighbors. Suffocating, burning, melting heat. I rip off the gloves, scream as I can't get the ribbons out of my dress. I scream, jump, squirm and throw myself around until it finally comes off.

He didn't come. shut up.

He didn't want to. SHUT THE HELL UP

I felt everything to an extreme degree. Too much. Why am I breathing so heavily? Why am I sweating bullets!? I throw my hair up in a ponytail, yank the garter off, tripping over my own two feet. My phone falls next to my head and the only thing I can think to do is to throw it into the toilet. I grab my honeymoon bag- no, my emergency bag that happened to have cute clothes instead of food, and switch into my leggings and a t-shirt. It's all I had. It's all I could ask for.

Go! Can't you go?

Why is nobody listening?

Goodbye! Go and cry

At another person's wake.

If you're quick, for a kick

You could pick up a christening

But please, on my knees,

There's a human life at stake!

I'm parkouring down the stairs, jumping entire sections, falling on knees, but ignoring the pain to jump again. Emergency phone in one hand, I order the uber, start the bank transaction, even though I have to read everything 10 times for it to make sense. What do? where go? don't know. not here. One bad jump and I collapsed entirely, but as I scrambled to throw everything back in my bag, I see the plane tickets. yes. away. out. not here. leave.

Go! Can't you go?

Look, you know I adore you all

But why watch me die

Like Eliza on the ice?

Look, perhaps I'll collapse

In the apse right before you all

So take back the cake

Burn the shoes, and boil the rice

Out of the stairway, but slammed into a wall. Around the corner, Alice and Babs and Crystal and Jason and Stephanie and Cass and Bruce and Selina and Duke and Tim and Dick and Alfred.

Remember when you first met them? He swore he'd protect you but that they'd love you. please stop! I begged myself, think of anything, anything but him. anything but this. Get out, then we can cry, but not here, not now. I watched them split up, so I hid behind a corner farther back. Steph and Cass took up the stairs. Everyone else was gone so I ran out the back door. Out of the hotel, away from the perfume, away from the flowers, the candles, the dresses. From them. And by some small miracle, the car was already here. I jump in, only taking a second to notice that it was, in fact, an uber.

"Hello, ma'am! How are-"

"Please! Just go!" my voice breaks and the tears start up again. I brush them aside furiously/ doing everything in my power not to start sobbing, but he listens to me and speeds off.

BECAUSE I'M NOT GETTING MARRIED TODAY

(A twist on this song that actually inspired this whole fic)

Chapter 2: On The Run

I'm going to kill him

Why didn't he show up?

How fucking dare he

Was it something I did?

I was nervous too bitch; I drank a shot of tequila and sucked it up!

Was it something HE did? Was Talia lying? Did Ra's kidnap Damian? Why did the boys wait to tell us? Did Stephanie know that something was up? Do any of them even-

"Ughhhh," I groaned audibly as my thoughts and emotions started to run together. It had been a while since anything left me this.... discombobulated. Exhausted. A mess. I'd almost forgotten how awfully I reacted to being overwhelmed and out of control. The uber driver shot me a curious look but didn't say anything. Keep it together Rosella. Just, go home and.. I flinched, chagrined at my own stupidity. "Get somewhere safe" I amended under my breath, "and then you can have as big of a breakdown as you want. Just, be a stone again. Close it all out. Suppress the fire, drown the noise." I rubbed my eyes, the dry burn giving me the weirdest throbbing headache.

The ride to the airport was stiff, to say the least. My driver kept trying to talk to me, but my responses were so dry he gave up. He didn't question the extra stop at the bank, even while he waited outside for half an hour while I verified with tellers inside that I was, in fact, the owner of the account and that I was draining it.

Erase your tracks. You were never here. Are you even alive?

Still, we got to the airport as quickly as I could have hoped for and made sure to give him a large tip for his troubles. I walked through the airport, undoubtedly looking like some pompous bitch with only a stone face and backpack, my actual suitcase left behind in my whirlwind out. I only had some snacks, a Nintendo ds, some stationary things, deodorant, and a toothbrush. I hadn't even remembered to grab my disposable water bottle, toothpaste, or hair brush before leaving. Whatever.

It was almost flawless. I bypassed the checked bag lines, slid right through TSA (bless you TSA Pre-check), although I did get some looks when they checked my bag. I guess overall I looked like I should be getting on a school bus instead. I sat down at a cafe and pulled out the tickets, 2 first class tickets to Malaga, Spain.

I'd set up our honeymoon as a complete surprise to Damian. Bruce and the boys had worked so hard to help me clear out a whole month from his schedule. I'd gone through hell and back to make sure all of my project managers could handle any situation that could happen either in making or transporting our different projects out... We were supposed to be jumping cities for a month in Europe. Cities with small populations, so we could avoid drawing attention, but full of gorgeous architecture and delicious food for me; significant art history and cultural relevance for Damian.

It's going to be a technical nightmare to cancel all of those reservations and getting the tickets switched and sold. Do people even actually do that? But I have to, I don't know where I'm going but I don't want any of them to tra- SHIT. My head snaps up and one quick look around tells me I'm already too late. I spot 5 cameras easily.

I grab my things and head over to a gift shop. I grab bunches of clothes and accessories off of the shelves, hurrying off to pay and doing my best to avoid cameras now as I sneak off into the restroom. I throw on some atrocious sundress, flats, and a baseball cap, flipping my hair twice in an attempt to make it look like a pixie cut. For a second I consider actually finding something sharp to hack my hair off.

I need you to not be a social breakdown cliche for a minute, it took you years to properly grow those curls out. Please don't waste my efforts. Yeah, it's for the better, I look like Dora the Explorer with short hair anyway. Tim wouldn't sell me out to Damian, right? LMAOO he bailed at the wedding you really think he wants to hunt you down?? Or what if Tim wants to find me? Or anyone else? Damian's pretty good at following people. Even then, Babs, Cass, Roy are competent hackers, any of them could find my data and track me down... Are any of them even on my side?... I couldn't help but let out a whimper. I pursed my lips, placing my hands on the cold sink to calm myself. What's my plan anyways? I can't go to any of the cities in Europe where I already have reservations. Too easy. I could go to the Netherlands...

"But Damian knows where I lived there, because of the time we visited my friends," I sigh out loud, facepalming. "But not entirely a bad idea..." I say as I start flipping through the different cities I've lived through. Netherlands, Italy, Spain, Germany, France, Croatia, Portugal, Malta, Romania, Hungary, Austria, are all out. We'd either been there or they were part of the honeymoon plan. I didn't want any reminder of him.

Actually, all of Europe is out. I've raved about it too much. We've been too many places, we both had too many ties scattered throughout Europe. I can't speak Russian, Talia and Ra's have connections all across the middle east, and the north half of Africa. Jason and Cass had some unexplainable ties across north and south america. With every city I named, I hated myself more for talking so much. For trusting him with these memories.

Honeysuckle kisses on cotton candy memories.

shut up.

Isn't there ANYWHERE I've lived and worked that my big mouth hadn't mentioned? As I was starting to get desperate and the headache started acting up again, I found actually ecstatic relief. That would be actually literally perfect. God bless my forgetful memory. The apartment I'd never sold. The country I actively avoided talking about because Damian would get jealous.

I snuck out of the bathrooms and headed over to customer service. I had to work my way past a large group of people. Overhearing snippets of conversation, apparently, their flight is somewhere between delayed or canceled. Inspiration hit me. Give the ticket to someone here. Send them to Spain, let them stay at the hotel. He could follow a cold lead. This would give me enough time to go to one country and get a ticket to where I actually wanted to go.

I look around the group. Too many were in pair or more. Some looked very buisness-y type. There! A girl who looked like a backpacker was chilling, glancing through her phone. You're going to sound absolutely mental. I approach her nevertheless. I pitched her my idea, but she was rightfully skeptical. I swallowed my pride and told her a cold version of the truth.

"My fiancee left me at the altar. I'm going to Mongolia. I don't want his ticket, I don't want the hotel. Either take it or I'll give it to someone else. Or let it go to waste. I don't care. I don't want it. I'll even pay the name change charge." The anger in my voice came out clear, and by another miracle, she accepted it. We walked over to the help desk and I spoke with the dude behind the counter. He seemed hesitant at first, but he gave me a double take when he checked my reservations. With a brighter smile, he got me on the first flight he could to Mongolia.

"Will that be for both tickets Mrs.Wayne?" He asked cheerfully before reeling back, caught off guard by my watering eyes.

"Anderson. And no," I managed to spit out. I signaled for the girl from earlier to come closer. "I'm transferring the other ticket to her, we need to get the name changed." He looked uncertain but went ahead. If he was accommodating before, I could tell he was bending over backwards now to get everything situated. I could see his concentration as he tried to bypass things without having to question me again.

"Umm, your profile says you've actually been to Belgium before, how was it?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Beautiful and quaint. Great place to relax and enjoy nature if that's your thing. I'd recommend Lithuania too, or Leinchestein." I say, trying to keep a light tone. He nodded happily, seeming to take my recommendations seriously before handing the girl the new plane tickets. We thanked him and headed off on our respective paths, the girl taking a minute to hug me.

" I hope you can heal soon, and wish you a bright future" she whispered to me. I hugged back, trying not to cry again. She bought me a bag of peach gummy rings and left me at my terminal. I dropped some calls out to friends, blessed that they all decided to take one or more of the reservations around Europe I'd had. I kept the details to a minimum but they figured out pretty quickly not to mention me to Damian if they happened to see him. Some small part of me, thankfully more aware than the rest had the foresight to call some utility companies and get everything at my apartment working again.

The help desk attendant worked miracles, my nonstop flight boarded less than an hour later and I had managed to keep a first class seat. I sat down and started doodling nonsense in my journal, blasting music in my headphones. But around 6 hours into this 19-hour flight, exhaustion overcame me and I drifted off to sleep.

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"Beloved," Damian sighed as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "It's almost 11, we need to get out of bed," he murmured into my hair.

"Nooooooo" I whined, stretching further into the sunlight. The doors were ajar, a nice breeze keeping us cool. I snuggled into him. "We're on a vacation, orders from Bruce. And on vacation, you can stay in bed all day."

"But there might be monsters nearby-" He said mysteriously, catching my attention.

"I didn't get reports of any- AH!" I scream as Damian proceeds to tickle me. "No! Sto-" I try to gasp out between laughing. I manage to fight him, tumbling out of bed. He laughed at me as I tried to untangle myself from the blankets.

"That's a dirty trick Wayne!" I gasp, trying to catch my breath. I grab a pillow and chuck it at him, but he just catches it and throws it back. We have a small impromptu pillow war before he taps out after a good hit knocks him onto the balcony. "BOW TO MY PROWESS!" I jokingly declare, jumping up and down on the ottoman. Damian runs over and sweeps me down.

"Please. Don't. Fall. And. Break. Your. Head" He accentuates every word with a kiss, making me giggle. He lets me go and takes the bathroom to shower first. I head out into the kitchen, humming to myself. I grab some of the fruit we bought yesterday and start making a fruit bowl. I'm halfway through cutting the Jicama when Damian's arms are around my waist again.

"What are you doing?" He asks, resting his chin on my shoulder. Before I could answer, his grip around me tightened. "Be careful!" He whispered harshly, putting his hands over mine. "Your knife skills could use some work, you could have cut your finger off like that!" He scolded me but I scoffed.

"Haven't lost a finger yet"

"No, but you did set your oven on fire. THREE TIMES" He elbowed my side and I pouted.

"Excuse you, that 2nd time wasn't my fault, remember? Dick broke into my place and fell asleep making fish sticks," I retaliated, squirming out of his grip and started making some sandwiches for lunch.

"I really should improve the security at your apartment," Damian says as he finished cutting up the Jicama and strawberries, plating them and dropping them off at the table.

"As if that would stop every vigilante from the northern hemisphere from breaking in," I snorted, bringing over the sandwiches. We ate in peace, letting the soft instrumental music from the radio fill the silence.

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I sigh happily, turning in my chair, reaching out for Damian's hand. The second I touched the cold seat next to me, my body freezes too. "Damian?" I muttered drowsily, sitting up straight. His bag isn't under his chair. Why am I wearing a dress? Why are my leggings rolled up? I start to panic, breathing rapidly and trying to blink away the tears in my eyes. It's enough to pull me awake and I remember what happened.

"Oh... oh" I hiccup and bite my lip, looking back out the window into the starry night. The tears start falling, but I'm being quiet so I let them. My skin itches. My neck, my wrists, under my eyes. I start scratching, trying to ignore my memories. The trip to Italy, our joint project to improve the villain resistance of the infrastructure of Gotham, the charity events we attended.

"Ma'am?" I look up, a stewardess in the aisle leaning over. I wipe my eyes, catching the furious red color my wrists had become, before turning to her. "Uh, you missed your meal earlier and I was wondering if there was anything I could get you?" She looked uncomfortable now, glancing between my red eyes, red nose, and now red wrists and presumably red neck. I glanced over the menu she handed me, ordering a full meal. She dropped the food off and scurried away, not meeting my eyes.

The meal was laid out beautifully; tomato soup, grilled cheese and grilled chicken with a slice of cheesecake. Yet, I couldn't seem to muster the strength to eat. It didn't really seem appetizing, and I wasn't hungry.

The last time you ate was over 10 HOURS ago, and that wasn't even a full meal. C'mon, one bite. I picked up the fork, but simply twirled it in my hand, watching the metal catch the light. You'll get a raging headache if you don't eat soon. Might get that deep vein thrombosis. I take a bite of the chicken, tasting nothing despite its obvious layer of seasoning. I swallowed it with half a glass of water. It felt thick, heavy, almost like swallowing a rock. But I had to eat. When I didn't immediately throw up, I set up my phone to play a cache of 65 action movies to distract myself and started eating bit by bit. I could tell I was drinking a ridiculous amount of water, but the stewardess replaced my glass without it ever going entirely empty so I didn't really notice how much I had downed. She cleared my tray when I was done, and I just kept watching movies. Whenever I thought I was going to fall asleep, I'd crank the volume up, scroll forward to fight scenes and take a drink of sprite. I was about 4 movies in when I threw off my headphones, whimpering with how severe my headache had gotten despite eating and drinking water.

"Good morning passengers, it is 10 pm and we're about to start our final descent so if you could all please put up your trays and turn off the wifi in your electronics, we'll be landing shortly." Not gonna lie, the time zone jump threw me for a minute, I had taken a second to figure out how we made the flight in 8 hours instead of 19. I shoved everything into my bag, forcing the zipper closed. I wanted to put on some rock or pop punk songs, “Battle On!” seeming weirdly appealing, even though I hadn't heard it in a while. I felt a vein in my neck twitch, so I settled on music from the swan lake instead.

The second we touched down I was up. I only had my backpack so I was able to squeeze by people, ignoring protests and complaints to get off the plane. Off the plane, past the luggage claim, I was going down the escalator when I spotted them. Advika was talking to Zay, looking mad as hell, but she noticed me first. She ran over and almost tackled me to hug me, Zay taking my bag. "Princessa, baby girl, I'm so sorry." She cries into my hair, "I didn't think he was an asshole, oh god, how could he do that to you!"

"We have the plane ready to go," Zay says, joining in on the hug. I let Advika cling to me as we make our way to the opposite side of the airport. Once we're in a more private area, Advika speaks up again.

"I'm going to kill him. How fucking dare he!" She squeezed my hand, and now started pulling me towards the airplane.

"Isn't that Rosella's line?" Zay prods before looking back at me. "But in all seriousness, we will absolutely end him, just say the word. Don't even say it, blink morse code, ASL, anything." I keep my mouth shut and let Advika continue to rave about the different ways she'll end Damian; financially, socially, whatever I wanted. We went out onto the runway and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"The company jet? Isn't that a bit much?" I say as Zay escorts us in, before heading to the back.

"The boss said it's okay. Nearly bit my head off when I called to ask but said it was ok. You did help establish our company in the foreign market," Advika takes a seat but gestures for me to lay down on the couch. "No offense mi princessa, but you look like a fucking mess. Please take a nap."

"I don't know if I can do that," I say, letting out a long sigh. Zay comes back, handing Advika a small purse and laying a platter of cheese and crackers on the table across from us. He sets up instrumental music, from “Carmen” if I'm not mistaken, as Advika takes my hat off and starts combing my hair. I lay back into her, letting her brush out my hair, counting her impeccable pattern. 2 squirts from a spray bottle to moisten my hair, 10 brush strokes. 2 then 10 then 2 then 10. My eyes started feeling heavy so I forced myself to take a deep breath and sit up. The motion made her accidentally yank my hair and woke me a bit. As she apologized I alternated my breathing patterns to try to stay awake, noticing for the first time that we were already in the air.

"Please, just go to sleep," Advika begged, grabbing my hands and forcing me to look at her. I stared at her for a moment before answering.

"I did... on the plane. I dreamed of him. The disorientation of waking up made me think I was on my way to my honeymoon," I let out a bitter laugh and she flinches, looking over to Zay, unsure what to say.

"You look pale," Zay interjects. He comes over to me, placing a hand on my head and then my neck. He doesn't comment on the marks, but he and Advika share a look. "Change your clothes, drink some water, then these, we don't want you getting sick." He puts 2 pills in my hands before going off to find me some water.

"Yeah, getting sick is the absolute worst thing that can happen to me right now. How silly of me," I roll my eyes and Advika snorts, trying to mask her laughter. I leave the Nyquil pills on the couch and get changed. I come back and take the pills, leaning into Advika again so she can continue to play with my hair. She spoke about anything and everything, filling the silence with her happy chatter. Undoubtedly, she was trying to distract my conscious so if I did dream again, it wouldn't be about him. It worked, her happy banter following me into my dreamless slumber.

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I awoke to Zay gently shaking me, thankfully a lot less disoriented than last time. I gather up my things, helping myself to the bottles of water they had around. I ignore the bandages wrapped around my wrist, but the one on my throat was quickly starting to freak me out. Advika seemed to sense my discomfort, immediately coming over and cutting the bandages off.

"Sorry, your skin seemed a bit raw so we wrapped it up," she explains calmly, alternating to rubbing her hand up and down my arm to soothe me.

"S'ok," I mumble, taking my bag from Zay.

"We called you a cab -it got here a couple of minutes ago-, but you're more than welcome to stay with either of us back in Mongolia. Neha and Juniper also moved here ya know, I'm sure she'd-" I cut Zay off with a shake of my head, and follow him out of the plane.

"I just really want to be alone for a while, ya know?" As alone as I can be with my differing opinions yelling at me and my endless train of thought that does NOT SHUT UP. Zay nodded but Advika grabbed my arm before I could hail the cab closer to the plane.

"I know you want to be alone- and you absolutely do need some time alone, this is going to be a lot to process- but...." She hesitated, biting her lip. "I know how you can get Ro. don't even try to argue with me on this. Please, take some time, but do not hesitate to call me or anyone else." Would this be a bad time to throw up? That's one way to diverge the conversation. Advika held me but I wouldn't meet her eyes. "You know what? If you don't check in with me in a week I will track you down and drag you to live with me. I'm not joking. Do you understand" I want to protest, but then I remember she didn't even have my phone number. Game on. I agree and they both give me a hug before I board the cab.

"Good morning"

"Good morning, where should I take you?" ah. another thing that I hadn't thought of. Without even bothering to check my bag, I knew I didn't have my keys. But I knew someone who might. I give the cab driver an address and I pull out my phone. But I can't even ask because I don't remember her number. I sigh, hoping things hadn't changed as much as I thought.

We're in downtown Seoul before I can start properly stressing myself with the "what ifs". Had she moved? What if she didn't have the key? Would she yell at me for arriving at... Almost 3 am? I decided to do the math to distract myself, reworking the math on how a 4-hour flight turned into a 5-hour flight for a solid 10 minutes before I realized that I had not taken another time zone into play. Small miracles were on my side today. Yesterday? Tomorrow? Whatever the fuck day it is. Since it was so early, there wasn't much in the way of traffic, and the doorman was the same one that had been here when I lived her for however long it was. I explained to him that I was here to see Hong and after some reluctance, he let me in.

Up the elevator to the fifth door, doors opening to crisp air, reminiscent of fall. Exactly 30 steps forward to a door with 4 pastel sierra sunset decorations on the door. I knock, timidly at first as to not wake the neighbors. In 5 minutes, again, a little louder. I did this for an hour before I gave up and simply stood there with my head on the door.

"Hong. Hooooonnnngggggg" I whined quietly. Wow, thank goodness it's so early, everyone would think you're a creeper. lmaooo just imagine getting arrested your first day back. I whined into the door, contemplating just sleeping out here.

"Rosella?" a soft voice came from behind me. I turn to see Hong with Geo's arm around her. There were 2 more people behind her but I barely had the awareness to nod as a greeting. "What are you doing here? Wasn't yesterday your-" She stops, noticing that my lip had begun to tremble.

"Rosella-" she comes over and wraps her arms around me, hiding my face from view of the others. Someone unlocks the door and she drags me inside. The sequins on her dress start to itch, but I continue to hug her. Once I'm ready to let go, she sits me down and goes to change her outfit while Geo sits with me. in awkward silence for a while.

"Rose, what happened?" He eventually asks, sliding over a glass of ice water. "I thought your wedding was yesterday. Wasn't your honeymoon suppose to be in Europe?" I couldn't seem to muster the strength to answer, simply staring at him and sighing.

"You have no tact," Hong comments, combing back in her usual floral pjs. She flops down next to me, placing her hand on mine. "You don't have to tell us now, but I would like for you to tell us eventually." I can't help but smile, she always has a soothing air to her. It's impossible to be mad or upset near her. " I have some clothes you can borrow; I have friends over today so you'll have to take the couch, but you can have the guest room tomorrow." I shake my head, forcing myself to pull away from her motherly touch.

"I could never impose on you, I was just wondering if you have my spare key? I really want to go home." I let my voice crack at the end, hoping she wouldn't push for me to stay here. Geo looked at me like I was crazy, staring particularly long at my single backpack.

"Okay. Geo, could you get her key? It's in the top dresser with a purple tip," Hong nods to him and he leaves. " I do feel the need to remind you that you pretty much purged the place when you left. I don't remember the last time I visited either, so its probably super dusty too."

"I'll make do for tonight. I'll go to the store tomorrow for food and cleaning supplies, ok?"

"You'd better, you forgetful dip stick," Geo grunts as he hands me the key. "Actually, we could probably find somewhere open rn. We could swing by and-"

"I was actually going to walk home it's a nice night and-"

"Absolutely not." Hong interrupted me, sounding her top tier forceful. "I know you've been through some shit in the last 48 hours but I'm not going to let you commit suicide by stupidity!" I took a minute to process this, for a second I thought I was back in Gotham.

"It's not far... I only have my backpack and the crime rates here aren't even that high Hong. You know I took mi-"

"Yes yes, I know about your MMA history, but I draw the line. I don't know how much the others have let you get away with but you are not walking alone at night!" I don't fight her, letting her drag me to her car, Geo driving. We're at my complex within minutes.

"Take care of yourself Rosie." Hong says, giving me a half hug through the car window, Geo simply putting a hand on my head. "I'll come to check up on you- and if you don't answer the door I'll call the cops" she threatened before letting go.

"Thank you, seriously, this is so great that you had my key, and for dropping me off." I hesitate before heading up. "If you don't mind me asking, how long have you two been dating?" Geo's blush was extremely visible against his skin, even in the shadows.

"It's that obvious huh? We've been together for about 5 months," Hong replied, blushing as well.

"I always thought you two would look cute together," I said, this time with a genuine smile. I wave them off and opt to take the stairs up. I opened the door to my apartment.

It's freezing, dust dancing in the waning moonlight. I set my bag down, pulling out another change of clothing from what I had bought at the airport. I threw it into the bathroom before heading over to my emergency closet. Never though the emergency stash would be used like this. Maybe we shouldn't use it? Earth shattering heartbreak is too an emergency, fuck off. I'll restock it anyways. I pull out some towels and bath supplies. I get in the shower, letting the steaming hot water run over me.

Since when have I not been able to feel my fingers? I ask myself, flexing them one by one. It's like the stakeout in Boston that one winter, Dick brought us hot chocolate-

No. Don't even. Dust! This place is messy and I want to properly disinfect it- unconsciously increasing the pressure with my loofah- I'll need Lysol, tide pods, scrubs, dish rags. Probably should buy more plates too. Damian always had a peculiar adoration for matching cutlery sets, when he bought me some ramen bowls-

OW OW OW OW OW OW OW! I jerk up, my hand immediately going to my upper spine. I breathe in too quickly, taking in some water. I pull open the curtain and lean over the tub, cough and sputtering, trying to catch my breath.

"What- the- fuck-" I manage to gasp out. I was sitting down in the tub, I guess I had fallen asleep???? I shake the drowsiness off, turning off the water and getting out. Despite, or maybe because of, my broken sleep this last day I was still exhausted once I had gotten changed and my heartbeat had slowed down. I looked to my room door, but collapsed on the sofa, letting the musty leather suffocate me to sleep as my bones sunk into the couch.

Chapter 3: Safehouse

I awoke the same way I fell asleep.

Suffocating.

I wanted to get up, find a tissue to blow my nose, but every muscle in me ached a million ways. Did I fall off the empire state building while I was asleep? Did some cannibal beat me with a meat tenderizer for hours and just leave me on this couch? Holy FUCK.

Even twisting my face away from the couch so I could get some fresh air strained my neck. Every joint felt dislocated, limbs lifeless like a broken marionette. The dust. Allergies. I can't breathe...

Can't breathe

Suffocating! DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE- I panic, throwing myself off the couch. Landing on the ground actually didn't cause any more pain. I laid there for a minute, mentally trying to put my joints back in their sockets. It isn't a large enough distraction, and I'm soon hyper-aware of everything. My skin was burning where the sunlight touched, the dust in the air was so heavy I could have sworn I lost my vision again. I could hear the meaningless hustle of cars and people outside on the sidewalk, but worst of all was my pounding heartbeat in my ears.

THUMP-THUMP THUMP-THUMP THUMP-THUMP

I forced myself to get up, groaning as all my muscles pinched as they got back into place. I made a lot of unnecessary noise as I cleaned up my mess from last night. Throwing the shower caddy under the sink, flipping my backpack and letting everything fall out, slamming my dirty clothes into a pile in a corner. And I couldn't help but look around every couple of minutes, not entirely understanding where I was. Trying and failing to compensate for the noises that usually find me when I wake up. When I threw open the balcony windows, I realized I was still waiting to hear another window slide open and a soft "I'm home", even though it was well past noon.

How wild would it be if he actually went on parole after all that? Would a fight have broken out? Would it have been like the whole Owls mishap again?

Get your head out of your ass, they're his family; blood is thicker than water.

Blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.

He's been helping and fighting alongside them much longer than you have you dip. I storm into the kitchen, only grunting as I smash my hip against the counter. I set out 4 pages of stationary in front of me and made lists; food, clothes, furniture, extra. I took my papers and started walking around, jotting notes of what I needed. Talking to fill the void.

"More toilet paper, hand soap, towels," I hum under my breath, not really checking the cabinets. "As for clothes I should-" my voice caught when I walked into the bedroom. It was freezing. I reflexively bit my lip, eyes watering. Instead of goosebumps, this cold sat in my stomach. The same cold in my hands, from the airplane seat, returned- lacing up my arms, down my stomach and legs. Stabbing my heart and restricting my lungs.

I'm alone.

"I should buy like 4 interchangeable outfits," the whimper barely sounded through the silent tears. I shut the door tight, almost running back to the living room. I sat just outside the ring of light, hunching over my paper. "Jeans, underwear, toothpasTE-" I sniffled but my vision only got blurrier.

"BoOKcASes, a bEd, mayBE a BeAr," my heart squeezed every time my voice broke, and in seconds I couldn't write on the soaked paper. The hiccups were my only air, snot streaking my trembling chin.

"What did I do? What. diD. I DOOO?" I sobbed, wailing into my hands. I curled around a leg of the coffee table, letting its corners cut into my stomach. Wailing until I was dry heaving, scratching my eyes to get rid of these acidic tears, blowing my nose with my shirt- moist blotches sticking to my skin. "Day- Damian" I cried to myself until I passed out again.

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Afternoons spent silently reading with each other

Matching outfits for galas, some he designed himself, just for me

Our home downtown- bought to have some peace and quiet from his family. Although half the time they broke in, the other half we ended up back in the manor.

Traveling for work, for fun, for missions he didn't think were dangerous.

Sparring with Jason and Cass.

Jason showing me a hundred new bands when I got him into new music genres, trying to help each other find less aggressive ways to vent. Giving him the cream to completely erase the J from his cheek was different, the first time I saw him cry. He understood that blood family wasn't always loyal, and that I didn't mean it when I'd punch or insult someone to hide softer feelings.

Cass just vibing, understanding me and letting me get close. She was always the first to come help me when I was hurt, I became the person she could cry to. The way her face lit up when we were just able to chill a whole night, singing, watching movies and simply understanding each other on a fundamental level.

Barbra growing aggravated as she tried to teach me how to do more with technology than just googling things. Her forgiving my stupidity after I built her a new computer.

The long talks I had with Dick. Anything and everything. The first time hurt, when I called him out. He was giddy and chipper, dramatic as ever but when he caught me staring and stopped for long enough to look back, the pain in his eyes was clear as day. He had just broken up with Kory after all. He didn't need to lie, he didn't need to lighten the mood, he just needed to be honest. But once he could smile honestly again, I couldn't help but remember that he was the one who found out about me and Damian first. He'd been there to spy on our first date, hiding it from Bruce. He was the first to take me out for ice cream then subtly threaten my life if I harmed Damian, the first to swing by for spontaneous days out. To get to know me, to see if I was right for Damian.

Stephanie, Tim and I bonding over teasing and pranking Damian.

Tim and I being forced into caffeine and sleep interventions. Coffee and Coke. And then the beautiful irony of us falling asleep halfway through, especially after I taught him how to sleep with his eyes open.

Cooking with Alfred, learning his famous cookie recipes. Showing him more authentic Hispanic recipes, and him comforting me and being the first to compliment me after I was duped into cooking for the ENTIRE family.

Philosophical and political discussions with Bruce. Talks about war and power, cultural similarities and their origins. Talks about Damian as a child to mess with him. Opening up about paranoia, fear of losing loved ones, the controversies of being "too much" for some people. He understood, sometimes the ultimate sacrifices had to be made in a second. He understood because he was the same. We'd give up our lives before anyone else.

It's all gone.

So much of my past, and now, my whole future.

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it's cold. i stripped off my shirt and blew my nose.

blood. eww, it's hot. i hold my shirt to my nose, crawling under the table, balling up until i could feel all 4 legs pressing into me.

tuneless humming, watching the room light up until my eyes burn.

I have to pee.

I wash my hands, the water making me aware of my bone dry mouth. My tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth. I let the water pour through my fingers for another minute before walking away, laying back under the coffee table.

long grains. shades of brown. like dead grass. my fingers run over the million tiny bumps watching the wood fade from a blurry brown to a million tiny wooden grains.

My hair is on fire. The sun reaches it from under the table.

There are people in the hallway. They're as loud as the cars outside.

the ac is running. i start humming to drown it out.

i'm melting. i force my eyes to blink but they continue to burn.

I can't breathe. I stagger to the bathroom and after a few minutes of moving my jaw up and down, my mouth manages to open. I swig some water before throwing some on my face. fever? headache at least. I grab a towel to wipe my face, fumbling back into the hall. fuck was i looking directly at the sun? there is only one place colder than the sun. i walk to my bedroom, the cold imperceptible to me now.

but the second i put my eyes directly onto the empty bed frame, i could almost hear them sizzle. it exhausted me. I hadn't realized how hot my face was until i laid it on the floor. like a refreshing bath, calming. i just focused on my heat being transferred to the floor, unaware that I was falling asleep again.

((The writing for the last chapter is intentionally like that, I was attempting to write Rose being in a type of disassociated kind of state; where you aren't aware of time passing, noting seems real, even things in your immediate vicinity. Knowing that you should be doing something, drinking water, changing clothes, listening to music, ANYTHING-but still not doing it. The capitalization/simple sentences and repetition on the latter part was intentional. ))

#I dont know #i guess i wanted to see how/if my writing's changed #YES THIS IS WHERE I GOT THE THING FOR DIAVOLO'S DADS LETTER I REALLY LIKED IT SO I REUSED IT #I couldnt come up with a nice transitory chapter about Rose's friends coming to check on her/ reminding her that she's her own person/#coming back to gotham #BUT THEY DEF DONT GET BACK TOGETHER #not obey me!#NOT OBEY ME #Not OM!#Ozera nonsense

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