#brandish's motherly instincts kicking in with the robins?

[witchcastration]

@miraclewings || 🔮

SHE HAD TAKEN COVER BEHIND A DUMPSTER. Of all places it had to be where others threw the trash they created away, and oh how revolting the smell was! Face was scrunched up in pure disgust at the odor, yet then again it was either this or be caught by the BOY WONDER. She’s silent, breathing slow, body hunched forward ready to dash away if needed. Now the thing that keep her from going in arms waving about was that this time the BAT was nowhere to be found, and it was only the child chasing after her. 

She wouldn’t dare harm a child, that wasn’t something anyone should do really, unless of course you were one of those people, the kind that she had dealt with in her younger years. In her mindset there was a special place in hell for those kind of people, the same special place was where Batman would go too, after all he was sticking children in this position where the possibilities were endless. They could get hurt terribly, or even killed. What in all seven hells was the man thinking? It was almost as if he enjoyed stripping them of their childhood to throw them into the field. 

There’s a pause, she hears him, the footsteps dragging through the puddle. Mind goes silent, even the voice of The Other goes quiet. She should run, yet she doesn’t. She won’t hurt him, and there’s a possibility he knows that, between them it’s just a game of hide and seek. Head looks up, the boy is before her, if you look closely you can see the compassion in her eyes. Brandish won’t dare lay a finger on him, somehow she would end up thinking of her own children, and we all know she wouldn’t touch them in a manner that wasn’t loving.

“...is he at least good to you, the Batman? He takes care of you right?”