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One Of A Kind -Chapter Three

Pairing: Kyle Rayner x Batsis!Reader Summary: Meeting a new friend and secrets being spilled is certainly one interesting way to spend a day. Warnings: Pregnancy, morning sickness, swearing, Christmas mention, fluff, slight angst Word Count: 4.7k A/N: The beginning is a mess but I hope y'all enjoy it! I'm going to pump out some more stuff before I go on vacation in August! OOAK Masterlist

“So, what originally brought you to our humble abode?” You placed the grocery bag on the counter in front of you. The three of you were still standing in the kitchen, a little closer now the initial shock washed over.

“You can thank this one over here. Left his comms on when once he came back, fortunately for him no one was listening, well besides from me. I caught everything up until you went deep into your history before the connection finally ended.” Guy sent a look to Kyle, shaking his head slowly. “Now, I figured I should probably meet this mystery person I’ve heard so very little about for myself. I was lucky you two live together, otherwise that would’ve made my trip a little harder.”

You let out a long sigh, mentally reminding yourself to have a talk with your apparent careless husband. “Okay, I can get behind that.”

Kyle sent a nervous look towards you, shuffling closer hesitantly. “Darling, honey pie, light of my life, you’re taking this all very calmly. Does that, perhaps, mean you’re not angry?”

“Oh, I’m furious with you,” You tried to keep your voice steady as you moved away from his reach. His face dropped slightly at the motion. “But I’ve also kept things from you that I should have told you sooner, so I guess this puts us on some slight even footing. And just so you know, this does not mean you’re in the clear. This is my life you had been reckless with, the life I tried so hard to keep safe. If this was anyone else, we both would be in more danger than you know.”

Tears were pricking your eyes and the nausea was setting in, your stomach fluttered as the rush of emotions became overwhelming. “Now if you excuse me, I’m going to go throw up and when I come back I expect the both of you to be ready to leave for lunch. This is non negotiable.”

You turned on your heel and dashed to the guest bathroom, slamming the door shut as you barely made it to the toilet before the contents of your stomach spilled out. You whimpered as the heaving became too much all too quickly. Resting your forehead against the cool seat felt heavenly for your heated skin, waiting for the next wave to come. Fortunately it never came. The room no longer felt like it was spinning so that was a win.

After a few beats nothing else came up, the queasiness had eased up some.

The knock on the door startled you. You called out weakly for them to come in, you were taking your chances on it being Kyle since Guy had looked like he wanted the Earth to swallow him up whole when you left.

The door opened and you were met with the familiar green eyes you’ve come to long for and love. His face was stoic but quickly softened at your crumpled figure.

“How are you feeling?” Kyle spoke softly, kneeling down, gently rubbing your back.

“Like shit,” you said flatly, leaning into him with a grumble. “I think this week takes the cake of being terrible. It feels infinitely worse than the weeks before. I don’t understand how someone can be this sick during every waking moment of the day?”

“Do you want to stay home for lunch then? I could send Guy out.” He suggested.

You hummed, doing a mental check of your physical state. “No, I think it would be better to go out. I’m going to feel sick regardless so might as well make the most of it.”

“Okay,” He blinked, eyes filled with emotion. You could tell he wanted to say something so you sat patiently for him until he was ready. With a sigh he continued, “I’m sorry I wasn’t careful. I was just so focused on getting to you before anything terrible happened, the last time you had gotten sick I almost lost my mind when you had to be hospitalized. Honestly, I couldn’t handle another repeat.”

You turned in his arms, pulling him close in a hug, his arms wrapped tightly around you as if afraid you would crumble if he let go. “My love, listen to me. It's okay. I turned out okay in the end. More than okay, really. And before you say anything, you already know I would do everything in my power to not let that happen again, especially to you. I made a promise that day at our wedding I would never leave you, that no matter what we’ll always have each other.”

“But I could have put your life at risk. I should have known better. If something were to happen to you- gods, and the baby! If something happened to the both of you I could not forgive myself. I’m sorry I did that to you both.” Kyle croaked out. Your heart nearly broke at the sound.

You knew where this was stemming from, had been there to pick up the pieces that were threatening to shatter completely, caring for a nearly broken man trying so desperately to stay afloat. How one man could deal with all that trauma and still manage to smile and care for you every single day, you didn’t know. You were glad you were there in time before it became too much for him. Had been alongside him to mourn the loved ones he had lost.

“Look at me,” You pulled back to cradle his face in your hands, thumbs brushing over his cheeks, his hands found your hips. “I’m not gonna lie, I was more than scared when I found out the comms had been left on. But it appears that luck was on our side since it was your best friend who was on the other side, a person who I trust by the way.” You said with certainty. “That being said, I know with my whole being and soul that you would never mean harm to either of us. I trust you completely. So don’t get lost in that wonderful, beautiful head of yours.”

“Thank you.” Kyle smiled. You could see thoughts were still swirling in his head, you know this conversation would be continued once you had no more guests.

During that time you pulled him in to give a peck on his nose, which he wrinkled in a grimace. “And as much as I love you, I’m asking you politely to rinse your mouth. Your breath is gnarly.”

You let go with a laugh, smacking his arm. “You ass!”

“Get washed up, lovey.” He placed a kiss on the crown of your head and got up, helping you in the process as well. “We’ll continue this later, let’s get back to our guest who’s awkwardly waiting for us.”

“Oh yeah, I don’t think I made such a good impression. Go ask what he’s feeling on eating, I won’t be more than a few minutes.”

He left with a small pat on your butt. Remembering what a coworker once said about not brushing your teeth after throwing up because it grinds the acid into your teeth, you rinsed thoroughly with water followed by mouthwash. Doing another rinse of both you figured you could do a quick brush now.

It probably wasn’t the best idea but at least the mint flavor replaced the offensive one that had been left in your mouth. It also helped ease the sick feeling that clung desperately to you.

The boys had picked a place nearby the apartment to walk to, they had been chatting your ear the entire way there. Of course, you wished you had offered to drive since the weather had gotten worse, the snow now in huge piles on the sidewalk making you put in more effort than needed to trudge through it.

Thinking about it now, there are only three more weeks until Christmas comes. You had forgotten all about it, too caught up with work to begin shopping. You’ll have to find a day when Kyle was out to go get gifts.

Not wanting to chance it again when you had been called in three days before the holiday last year, the two of you hadn't made any plans ahead of time, not sure if there'd be any last minute assignments given.

The diner had been tucked away towards the end of the block, it was small and gave off a warm, cozy vibe. You picked a booth in a corner, away from the windows with you near the wall and Kyle at the end, Guy sat across from the two of you.

You were trying to decide on getting either soup or sandwich for the better half of ten minutes, your efforts on choosing one was futile because you ended up ordering both

It was Guy who pulled you out of your thoughts. “I’m curious to know how he managed to score a date with you.”

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, Kyle knew what you were going to say first.

“He managed to spill his coffee all down my shirt.” You said with a shake of your head, forcing off a smile to feign the look of disappointment.

“There’s no way he did that, holy shit! And you still gave him the time of day?”

“Well, I was the one who actually asked him out. He was too shocked by what had happened, it was really cute. I like to think he fell for my charm, pun intended.” You laughed.

Kyle let out a groan, hiding his face in his hands clearly embarrassed. Guy groaned at your awful pun, if you could even call it that. But you were very pleased with their reactions.

The full brunt of nausea had returned when the food arrived but you managed to push it down and force food into you so you at least had something in your system. Kyle glanced your way, noticing the change in your demeanor and took your hand in his, rubbing comforting circles onto the back of yours.

“We went out for a date the week after the first, which turned into having dates once a week, which turned into two dates a week after a month, and then three dates a week. Eventually he wouldn’t dare part with me.” You said between bites.

“We've been together for five years now, going on six real soon.” Kyle continued. You hummed, leaning into his shoulder.

 “The first three years we dated, it was interesting to see how it lasted since I was going on and off world for most of the beginning. Coming clean to her helped tremendously,” Kyle noted happily. “And these last two years have been amazing since we married.” The pure joy was evident in his voice.

“What’d you think when he kept leaving in the beginning?” Guy asked you, clearly interested in your thoughts.

“It wasn't as noticeable to me because I travel a lot for work. We were lucky I had that week off, otherwise I don't think none of this would have happened. But his cute charms and loving personality made it worth it.”

“Gross.” Guy faked gagging. “What do you do for work that keeps you traveling?” 

You had been expecting that question to come up. But you wished it had come up later. Looking at Kyle who shrugged, suggesting it was your decision to tell him the truth. You decided on something in the middle.

“I work for a security company, traveling wherever I'm needed to provide my services.” It wasn't the whole truth but it also wasn't completely a lie.

Guy seemed pretty surprised at your job, not expecting that from the cozy nature of your look. “That's pretty neat. Do you stay in the country or do you also travel internationally?”

“Most of the time it's international but the most recent trip was actually here on the east coast. I was happy with the lack of jet lag that accompanies my trips.”

The three of you let the conversation die down to eat your food. The faint music playing from the speakers added to the comfortable atmosphere. It felt like you were catching up with lifelong friends rather than meeting up with your husband's brother for the first time.

“Not to bring up the elephant in the room but does Bats know about you two being together?” Guy asked wearily, looking back and forth at the two of you.

You tensed at the question, shifting uncomfortably in your seat, suddenly more interested in shoving your food around, no longer with an appetite.

“Actually, no.” Kyle coughed. “As far as I’m aware, they don’t know about us.”

“They don’t.” You confirmed coldly.

The air became thick at your tone, sensing this was a topic you did not want to talk about, Guy quickly changed the subject.

“Uhm… Have you guys got anything for the tiny lantern?”

Like a switch had gone off in your brain, your body relaxed against the seat, a soft smile on your face upon hearing the name.

“Tiny Lantern?” You asked.

“Y-yeah. The kid is gonna be a lantern if I have any say. Ring or not, we’re family.”

“Oh, fuck I think I’m going to cry thats so sweet!” The overwhelming emotions began pouring out, tears streaming down your face.

“Wait, no! Don’t cry!” He panicked and looked at Kyle for help, who was equally as flustered and confused as he was.

A small sob came out, you gulped down your water trying to stop the tears from continuing. You really didn’t know why it affected you like this, you were normally amazing at keeping your emotions in check. That’s a lie, you knew exactly why.

“It’s not that, it’s the hormones.” Wiping your tear stained face you sucked in a deep breath hoping to calm down. “Don’t worry about it, I'm fine. They’re happy tears, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Kyle gave your hand a squeeze, comforting you and turned towards his friend with a smile. That seemed to relieve him. “To answer the question, no, we haven't gotten around to any shopping yet. Well, apart from the prenatals and vitamins she needs to take now. I think that had been our next stop once we dropped off the supplies at the apartment.”

Your breathing had evened out, no longer crying. It was a little embarrassing but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, your energy now low. That seemed to be another lovely symptom you’ve acquired in the past month, remembering how you felt after your last mission.

“Maybe after a nap?” You suggested with a yawn. “Or perhaps you two could go while I nap?” You were exhausted, possibly due to the whiplash of emotions during the entire time here.

“Of course, let me pay and get some containers for us. I’ll be right back.” Kyle scooted out of the seat and walked to the counter.

The both of you kept quiet, not really sure on what to say.

You broke the silence, “I want to say that I’m normally not like this. I’m usually much calmer, not really a crier.” Not sure why you felt the need to explain yourself but continued. “Sorry I scared you earlier, it’s been a pretty harsh week for me.”

His face faltered for a moment, “Somehow, I don’t doubt that. I apologize for bringing up an unwanted past. I don’t know how long it’s been since you last saw your family but they’re different now, if it makes any difference.”

You sent him a knowing look. Of course you know how your family is doing, you’ve kept daily tabs on them since you left the manor that day.

It was one of the conditions of your new life and job that your boss let you have complete access to anything regarding them. Both in and out of the mask, although you're the only one with access to that knowledge.

“The things Kyle told me about you when you were in the bathroom makes you out to be a strong and loving woman. I don’t doubt that one bit. You’re good for him, he’s much happier than before and I know it’s thanks to you.” Guy sat back in his seat, sent a warm look to Kyle and turned back to you.

Your heart warmed and you felt lighter. Like a tension had been released from your shoulders. Looking into his eyes you only saw comfort and admiration shining through.

“Thank you, I know you mean so much to him too. I’ve heard and seen the way you treat each other like family, it’s of great importance to me having you out there with him keeping each other safe. Just know you’re always welcome to stop by, whether that be for him or to crash. The door is always open for you.”

There was a faint blush that crept up his neck. “Thank you, that means a lot coming from you.”

“Any time, although I do have one request… actually two requests for you.” He motioned for you to go on. “First, if you could keep us, me and the baby, a secret from the others, just until we’re ready.”

“That’s understandable, don't even have to ask.” He smiled.

“You might want some background information for the second favor. I have this friend of mine, a kid that I look after whenever he’s in town, actually his entire family are friends of mine.” You rambled on, taking a moment to breathe. “Anyways, he crashes with us from time to time, but is a little weary of strangers. So, whenever you’re here around the same time as him, if you could possibly ease up and maybe… give him space. Just so he doesn’t freak out.”

“That’s certainly something.” He chuckled. “But I’ll be on my best behavior, since you asked so nicely.”

Wishing you could believe it you knew better than to hope for a miracle. You knew with the two of them together they'd end up destroying the whole apartment complex. Billy had confided in you that you Rayners and his family are the only people who know about his identity, but that doesn't mean he'd stop being his chaotic smack-talking self around Guy. The less they interact with each other the safer your home will be.

Kyle came back with a few containers and you all quickly filled them before heading out, you hailing a taxi to avoid the cold before the two could oppose.

*****

You woke up much later in the day, the sky was dark but that was expected in the winter. The smell of food welcomed you, no longer feeling sick for the time being although you knew it would be a matter of time before it returned.

Making your way out of the bedroom there were bags littered along the hallway, leading to the living room where you found Kyle and Guy sitting on the floor reading instructions with parts on the floor in front of them

“Aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes.” Their heads shot up in your direction, surprised at your arrival.

“Hey sleeps, you’re up! There’s a dinner plate on the counter for you,” Kyle nodded towards the kitchen counter where there was a steaming plate of food.

You crossed the room grabbing the plate and walked back sitting on the couch closest to Kyle, judging by all the pans on the stove top he made dinner for all of you. He gave your calf a quick squeeze for his own comfort, fingers lingering.

“What are you two building?” You asked in between bites.

It could have literally been anything. The random parts on the floor didn’t give you any clues at all, whatever container they had been in was gone as well. Kyle and Guy shared a look, having a silent conversation while you ate, looking between the two of them perfectly content on waiting them out.

Guy spoke first, “It was supposed to be a surprise for when you woke up, a gift for the tiny lantern.”

“It’s a crib for our little bean,” Kyle continued eagerly with a grin. “It’s the same one you were looking at online, you’d mentioned wanting it and I thought we might as well get it now.”

Looking over at the parts in front of you it slowly clicked together. It should have been obvious from the start but your sleepy baby brain hadn’t booted up when you had looked at the familiar soft gray pieces all laid out for them.

“You do know we still have like another seven months until our bean joins us, right?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, but I was a little eager and Guy suggested it was a good idea to get started with the big stuff early on rather than wait until you’re farther along.”

Guy held up his hands, “Woah! I didn’t do anything, you’re just easily suggestible.”

“No, you’re the one who put the idea in my head.” Kyle bickered back.

You chuckled into your food. Kyle smiled up at you before turning his attention back to Guy who was smirking at him. It was obvious to Guy that you and Kyle were completely in love with each other, he was glad his best friend was happy.

“Well, thank you both for the amazing gift. The only thing we need to do besides building this is to figure out where we’re going to put it.” You said.

“Are you not turning the guest room into the nursery?” Guy asked you both.

You shrugged, “We only found out three days ago we’re expecting so we hadn’t really thought that far ahead. I mean it would be smart to do that but what about when we have guests staying over?”

“Maybe we could let our little bean stay in our room with us so they’re within reach, and we keep the guest room as is, at least for now.” Kyle suggested.

“I think you might need to invest in a larger home, this apartment is gonna get cramped real soon. You have some time to decide but don’t put it off at the last minute.” Guy piped in.

“It honestly wouldn’t be a terrible idea to get a bigger place,” you agreed. “We do have a stable and good enough income to go looking. Alright then. I’ll leave you two to build, I have maternity shopping to do.” You got up and loaded your plate into the dishwasher.  “Babe, do you know where my laptop is? I think I misplaced it again, I couldn’t find it when we got back from lunch.”

He mumbled instructions to Guy then turned to answer you. “Yeah, the rascal asked if he could use it for the weekend to do a school report so I dropped it off. You can use mine, it should still be charging on my bedside table.”

Of course your unofficial son was borrowing your laptop, this shouldn’t be news to you. You did your best not to trip on all the bags that were still placed around the hallway floor, making a mental note to inspect their contents later. 

For the time being you made yourself comfy on the bed with the laptop in your lap, you had some shopping to do since it was getting more difficult to squeeze into some of your clothes. Everything was slightly snugger than they normally were but in due time nothing would fit.

Time must have flown by quickly because a very exhausted looking Kyle walked in, shutting the door quietly behind him. You weren’t sure if it was the pregnancy spurring on your feelings but he looked downright beautiful. His hair was a tousled mess, half-lidded eyes struggled to stay open, and his pout was too cute. “Were you able to find anything good and comfortable? Should I be worried about fighting off wandering eyes when you look gorgeous in whatever outfits you got yourself?”

“Only found a few things but since I have no clue what I’m doing I bought them in different sizes and I’ll return whatever doesn’t work. As for fighting off others, I’ll handle that myself but you can do as you please,” you closed the laptop as Kyle got on his side of the bed, setting it aside and gave him your undivided attention. “So… are we good to talk about it? Our situation.”

“If you’re asking if the walls have ears, no– we’re good. Guy barely made it to the spare room before he passed out. Damn crib took all our energy. It was impossible to put together.”

You let out a laugh scooting closer to Kyle, he pulled you both down so you were laying down with your back to his front where he could easily wrap his arms around you. He let his fingers rub away any lingering discomfort that came with the stressful day.

“I want to start off by apologizing for not telling you about my past sooner. I mean, we’ve been married for years now and the only thing I told you was that I had left my old life behind and took up hiding behind this new person I created. It wasn’t right nor was it fair of me to do that while you gave me everything and more.” You sighed, placing your own hands on top of his.

“Believe me when I say I knew what I was getting into when I decided to marry you. Your job alone requires you to erase your existence both in the virtual and physical world, it’s a miracle we ran into each other when we did otherwise I wouldn’t have the love of my life in my arms right now,” Kyle gave you a gentle squeeze. “You can say I don’t know anything about your past but don’t you dare say I don’t know anything about you. I know your favorite color and how you try to keep something on you that closely matches it.

“I know your eyes light up whenever you get to a good part in a book. I know how after a bad day of work you love it when I get a bath ready and have dinner prepared so all you have to do is wind down and relax. And I know that when I get too overwhelmed and start panicking you’re always there to bring me back to reality and calm me down– how you’ll drop everything to come to me to do it. These are all the little things that piece you together, the only things that matter. I don’t care that you hid that part of you but I would love nothing more than to learn about it when you’re ready and when you’re willing.”

It was incredibly hard to keep the tears back but your sniffling gave you away. There was no one more understanding and kind than your husband and it broke your heart you never had the guts to completely spill all your secrets to him. He had all your trust, love, and support and you hoped he felt the same.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” You turned your head and kissed him.

“I don’t believe you have, maybe I could do with some reminders.” Kyle gave you another peck when you pulled away.

You both stayed silent for a moment, soaking in each other’s presence and warmth. You might have thought Kyle fell asleep if it wasn’t for the long yawn coming from him.

“Babe?” you whispered and waited for a response before continuing. “Guy is right. We’re going to need to find a bigger place, it might be time to start looking into some houses. Get a nice place to stretch our legs, lord knows we’re going to need the extra room once our little bean is here and the Marvel gang makes it their life mission to help out.”

“Okay, we can start looking tomorrow– after we get some rest.”

You eased out of his arms to turn off the lamp and he immediately pulled you back to him when you were done. “Alright, tomorrow then. Good night, I love you.”

“I love you too, sleep well.”

Now, with the heavy weight off your chest you were able to fall asleep without a problem for the first time in a long time.

[kyleraynermybeloved]

One Of A Kind -Chapter Two

Pairing: Kyle Rayner x Batsis!Reader

Summary: A surprise is discovered. Is it terrifying? Absolutely!

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, mentions of morning sickness, pregnancy, canon-level violence, my bad writing

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: I'm very late but HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! Its FINALLY here, and guess who has covid! Sorry it took ages to arrive. If the pacing feels a bit off it's bc I wrote this a little drunk a while ago. (I did end up misplacing it and i finally found it so no proof read, we die like heroes) I hope yall enjoy this, if not then I'm sorry :/ ALSO, this is going to be the last short chapter of the series so expect the others to be a little longer from now on!

OOAK Masterlist

The overwhelming nausea woke you up, and you barely made it to the toilet before the contents of your stomach emptied out. You heaved some more, your body shaking from the force after each one. The bile in your mouth was enough to make you wince and spit into the toilet hoping to get rid of the taste.

Groaning, you set your head against the cold seat as the dizziness subsided a little. It was just the wake up call you needed before heading back to work. It seems the few days you had off were too short of time to readjust to your normal routine. You might as well get ready now that you’re up.

You were too busy leaving in a hurry to say bye to Billy once you checked the time, effectively running late. Hopefully you'd have time to check in with him later to see if he was faring the same. You had felt sick the entire time getting ready upon arriving on base, your stomach churning uncomfortably with unease. It might have been the food and drinks from last night or the winter air doing a number on you. For now, you shrugged it off to the best of your abilities.

There were plenty of other agents walking around when you arrived at the tarmac. A few faces you haven’t seen before looked towards you as you made your way to the chopper Sormael had instructed you to from this morning's message. They might’ve been the new hires you heard about coming in the other day. Deciding to put on a friendly face, you smiled and waved towards them as you continued walking.

“Thrasher! About time you made it, what happened to always being on time?” Sormael engulfed you in a hug, giving a firm little shake before breaking away.

“Sorry, sir. I wasn’t feeling all too well this morning and that seemed to cut into my arrival time. Won’t happen again, unless the husband has a say in it.”

“They do love to make things a little more interesting don’t you think? Are you feeling better, or do I need you to sit this one out? I have Zeru on standby seven klicks out from the target site.”

“Negative, sir. I’m much better now, only needed some fresh air and to see your wonderful face,” You bumped his shoulder against yours, sending him a lopsided grin. A gesture you’ve done countless times to let him know you were fine.

There was no chance in hell you would let Zeru, a colleague you’ve been competing against, take this job just because you felt a little sick. The two of you had an ongoing bet to see who could get more jobs done in the span of eight months, the loser had to buy the winner dinner for three weeks. And the eighth month was now coming to a close, you had one job on him but it was only a matter of time before he caught up.

“Alright, well, here’s everything you need to know,”  Sormael handed you a folder that was banded shut. “It’s a covert mission, a simple extraction job. Retrieve the data and get to the rendezvous point for further instructions. Like usual, you’ll have a ride there but you’ll need to find a way back to ensure no one can link you back here. Stay safe, the roads are freezing over. Do whatever you need to get back to us.”

“Always am.” Nodding your head in affirmation you turn to the awaiting helicopter. The snowfall began to pick up causing you to pull your coat closer to fight against the bitter cold. Harsh snowflakes pelted against your face once you got to the aircraft door. The aircraft shielded you from the oncoming storm once you got inside, sliding the door shut and getting situated in your seat.

“Morning, Agent Thrasher. Our eta is four hours, I would catch more sleep if I were you.” The pilot you recognized from previous assignments spoke through the headset. Giving him a half-assed response you went to look at the contents of the folder.

It was a fairly light folder, flipping through the papers and memorizing everything  given. Information on the building’s layout and number of personale working. Only select people had access to the server room which was located on the fifth floor, third room on the right. Attached to the last page was a small flash drive still wrapped in the package.

The nausea had finally settled down, giving you a break for the time being. But you had a sneaking suspicion that it would come back. If that was the case you'd have to make this quick.

You sent Kyle a brief text, letting him know of your whereabouts for the next few hours and decided against telling him of your sickness from the morning.

The sun had peaked through the clouds once you were high enough in airspace, warming you up from the chilly temperature. It was odd that you were cold for this long, your body had gotten used to adapting to the different temperatures over the years of constant traveling in different climates. Pulling your thick coat impossibly closer you thought it best to reserve your energy and get some sleep while you still had time.

*****

You had everything under control, the mission was going smoothly. Entering the building and getting into the server room had gone seamlessly. The flash drive had all the needed information and the only thing left was your escape.

The earpiece you had in your ear was patched into a secure channel only the rendezvous team had access to. It was silent for now.

Normally, you would have to reach out first once in range of any rendezvous point or an appointed team member would reach out if you’ve been dark for too long.

You had carefully tucked the flash drive into a secure pocket, adjusting to make sure it was unnoticeable. The uniform you had acquired once getting into the lobby at the beginning of the mission had been doing its job perfectly as a disguise. No one was the wiser when you had gone in and when exiting the server room, the door locked after shutting closed.

Keeping your head down you walked through the hallway successfully keeping attention off of you. Turning around the corner to the stairwell, you quickly descended down the flight of stairs only passing by two people as they left through the door you just went through.

After reaching the second level another wave of nausea washed over you making you unsteady. Not again, you could only do so much while your whole world was spinning. The stale air wasn’t helping at all either. It made everything feel more restricted and claustrophobic.

You carefully walked down the remaining steps to the floor level, supporting most of your weight on the railing and wall so as to not stumble down. The more you had turned the corners of the staircase the harder it got to keep your composure. There was only one more turn before the ground floor, deciding it would be best to take a breather once you were far enough away from the building, you pushed on. Finally leaving the stairwell and taking the closest exit towards you welcomed the fresh winter air, inhaling deep breaths as it helped ease the bile that was threatening to come up long enough to make it past the parking lot to a lone car where you had stashed your things.

You shed the uniform changing into the spare outfit you had packed in the warmth of the car. Digging through your bag you found something to ease the nausea for the time being until you could take something once you got home. For now, you just hoped it would work.

Little flecks of snow slowly drifted down, dark clouds were filling up the bright sky. You drove until you were three miles out from the rendezvous point, hidden well enough to not stick out to oncomers, after concealing the car  and wiping it down of any prints left you grabbed your bag and walked the remaining way there.

As soon as you made it inside the hidden cabin and debriefed with the team after handing over the flash drive, you threw a few more logs into the dwindling flames of the fireplace to heat the small cabin up.

Your hands felt like icicles and your legs had gone numb a mile into the journey. The layers you’d put on did very little to help maintain heat.

The team informed you before they departed that the cabin was yours for the time being, well at least until after you leave before the cleaning crew arrives.

Knowing you had enough time to shower and change into more comfortable clothing made you physically relax, letting out a content sigh.

Thinking now was a good enough time to check your phone, possibly give Billy a call. If he was fairing as badly as you were then you definitely needed to apologize for possibly getting him sick.

“Billy speaking, what’s up?” He answered on the second ring, judging from the noise in the background he must’ve been home.

“Hey kid, glad I managed to reach you. Sounds like you’re home, did you make it back safely and in one piece?” Shifting the phone to hold it with your shoulder, you were able to take out an outfit and some essentials into the bathroom.

“Oh, yeah I made it back just a little after you left. I was gonna say something but you left in a hurry and I didn’t want to keep you back any later than you had to.” That seemed about right. Both you and Kyle had told him on many occasions that he didn’t need to keep things to himself, whatever it was that he needed the both of you would pause what you were doing and give him your undivided attention.

“No worries, next time go ahead and ask me to stay back a little. Speaking of which, I wanted to ask how you’re feeling? I’m feeling a little under the weather, it might’ve been the food from last night.”

“You know how I get, I just didn’t want to bother you too much. And I feel fine, if you want we can head over and bring you some soup or something?” There was a muffled sound on the line before he spoke up again. “Hey, I got to go. Keep me updated though, I think we’ll head over later today, if not tomorrow. See you later.”

“Will do, see you later kid.”

Well that was interesting. What else could be making you sick if not the food? At least he wasn’t under the weather, that made you feel better knowing you didn’t get him sick as well.

A ding from your phone pulled you out from your thoughts. It was a message from Kyle saying he was back on Earth. You sent a reply of your location and asked if he could bring a thermometer and cold medicine before hopping into the shower.

The water pressure wasn’t great but it also wasn’t the worst you had. It came out in soft bursts, fortunately the shower head was large so it covered more than a small area. The water did wonders for your aching muscles, which had been unusually sore and stiff for the past few weeks. You knew it couldn’t have been from either of the previous assignments you were on. Or for this one as a matter of fact.

At some point you must’ve dozed off, still on your feet. Deciding it was better to get out and get some actual rest without any incoming injuries, you turned off the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel. Kyle would be on his way soon, in the meantime you could busy yourself getting ready and warming up on the couch in front of the fireplace.

By the time Kyle came around you were passed out.

“Hey sleepy, I wasn’t sure what to get so I bought whatever I could find. I also brought some soup from your favorite place, it should still be hot.” Kyle helped ease you up to sit on the couch, you must’ve laid d0wn while you were sleeping. 

“Oh, hi,” you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes with a smile. “How long have you been here?”

He put a hand to your forehead, “Long enough to know you were tossing and turning for a while. On the bright side you don’t have a temperature but better safe than sorry, take this.” He handed you a water bottle and two tylenol from one of the two bags he had, which you gladly accepted and took.

Once you finished your water Kyle traded it for a container of soup. It was still hot enough to warm you up. He plopped down next to you with his own food, digging in once he knew you could eat fully on your own.

“Thank you, I think the soup is helping me some. How are the fellas doing? Causing more chaos for the team I assume?”

“Oh you know it, nothing but the best from Guy. I also may have enabled him… just a little bit.” his smile had a hint of mischief with the knowing look he gave you.

“Of course, babe,” you nudged him with your shoulder, “ ‘Just a little bit’ my ass. You totally orchestrated whatever it was. I feel bad for the poor soul who was on the receiving end of you two maniacs.”

He threw his head back in a laugh. “You know me so well. It wasn’t too bad this time, I swear. Oh, I forgot. Before I left you said you had something you wanted to tell me?”

Ah, you had completely forgotten about that. You tried racking your brain for the right words to explain this best. After five years together it was kind of hard to just come out and say you had been lying to him all that time about yourself. Well, in a way you weren’t lying, just always avoiding mentoning your past and family.

“Uhm,” your hands clasped together in your lap as you leaned forward, “You know how I aoid talking about my past with you or brush it off when you ask me about it?”

He put his food down to give you his full attention, motioning for you to continue once he sat back, grabbing one of your hands in reassurance.

“Gosh this is hard, uhm. I want you to know that I didnt tell you because I don’t trust you, more because I was scared to tell you. I guess the best way is to rip the bandaid off. But more or less I was… Batman’s daughter, this was years ago of course. I don’t actually know if he told anyone in the league about me since I wasn’t one of the many side-kicks.”

“I think I remember Alfred having some photos of when you were young laying around the mansion when I lived there for a bit, I asked them about it but no one really said anything. Figured it was a sore subject. Im going to be honest, I’m a little hurt that you didn’t tell me sooner but I understand having moments of the past haunting you.”

“There’s more I would like to tell you,” I pulled him towards me more, “But I’d rather tell you once we get home. How about we head over once we’re done eating?”

“No problem, eat as much as you can and we'll take the leftovers with us.” Kyle grabbed his container and gestured at you to eat with a forkful halfway to his mouth.

*****

It had been two weeks later when you decided to see your agency’s doctor to check out your recent sickness. You had been expecting a stomach bug, or the flu, the last thing you expected was finding out you were ten weeks pregnant. Ten weeks. Kyle, who went with you almost and passed out from the news, was still taking his time processing everything you told him, rightfully so. The two of you were sent home with congratulations and several pictures of your growing bean. It had felt too surreal, and overwhelming.

All that happened three days ago, now you and Kyle were just entering your apartment after buying some pregnancy essentials for you when a noise from the kitchen alerted you of an intruder. You reached for your sheathed knives, usually strapped to your thighs, out of reflex before Kyle stopped you, rushing forward with the bat you normally kept by the front door.

“Fuck man, I could killed you!” Kyle’s alarmed voice steadied your racing heart after realizing it was someone he knew. You slowly made your way to the kitchen, their muffled voices getting clear the further you walked down te hallway. One being Kyle’s and the other you now recognized to be Guy Gardner, who you haven’t actually met but have seen through videos either of your boys have shown you.

“You’re brave for knocking up Batman’s long lost daughter,” Guy pointed to the ultrasound photo pinned on the fridge. “I don’t envy you one bit man. And you must be the lovely wife. Guy Gardner, great to finally meet the mysterious lady Rayner’s been hiding from me.”

“How’d you know we’re married?” Kyle looked alarmed and confused.

“Well, you do have your wedding pictures laying ‘round the place.” He pointed out to the living room where the photos had been conveniently placed on the coffee table.

With a sigh and shake of your head, you held out your hand to Guy. “Y/N Rayner, pleased to finally meet this doofus’ best friend he speaks highly of.”

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One Of A Kind - Chapter 1

Pairing: Kyle Rayner x Batsis!Reader

Summary: The years flash by in a blur, and you enjoy an evening with a guest.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, established relationship, my bad writing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Ah gosh, it’s been soo long since I posted, also I’m bad at summaries. Here’s the 2nd chapter to this series! We don’t get much of Kyle in this chapter until the VERY end, but don’t worry, he’ll be here more in the next chapter!!!!

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Six years had come and gone in an instant. Y/N Wayne had not existed in the world in years, all traces of you disappeared in an instant. No physical or digital footprint was made or left behind, thanks to your job.

Three months after you left, you were recruited into a new program called ‘Shadow League Agency’, the SLA for short. It’s a covert government agency which has unlimited resources to conduct clandestine operations needed, ranging from gathering intelligence to assassinations. 

The latter took two and a half years to work up to, but it paid off in the long haul. You had started from a desk position where you were in charge of resource collection, and after many endeavors you had finally worked your way up to being a top-level field agent. In fact, you had made it to Ghost ranking, which was pretty ironic given your current circumstances.

Being a Ghost field agent had its perks, such as the main obvious predicament of keeping under the radar without any hitches. No one, other than those of high enough clearance, knew your whereabouts and most importantly who you are.

Publicly you were known as ‘Thrasher’. It had been your alias for years, not by choice but it had grown on you. It had come to you due to your ability to mimic and your aggressive fighting style, much like the bird.

Otherwise, only two other people knew you. Your husband Kyle Rayner, and Billy Batson who  had quickly became a great friend of sorts. You had met both the boys purely by accident, and you were glad you did.

Five years ago you had been deployed in New York City for a simple reconnaissance mission, during a rare moment of downtime you had gone to a small bakery for a coffee and a muffin to unwind for a second. Fortunately for you the world had other thoughts when it sent Kyle right into you, spilling his coffee all over you.

He had been absolutely mortified and offered to get you a new shirt since he had ‘ruined your perfectly good one’ but you had politely declined and proposed to grab lunch in exchange. His boyish charms were cute and quickly won you over. That lunch had turned into a date which in turn quickly blossomed into a five year relationship, with two of those years being happily married.

A week after that interaction, towards the end of your mission, you had bumped into Billy in Central Park. Well, more like he skated into an abrupt stop as he collided with you. He had a few bad scrapes and you had offered to patch him up before you had to leave.

Billy talked your ear off the entire time with a bright smile, he brought up how he came here with his foster family on a road trip and in turn you told him you were just visiting for a work convention. You’d met him a few more times, one of those times you had met his wonderful foster parents who had brought up the idea of being pen pals of sorts.

So you found yourself writing to the contagiously happy family for the next year then upgraded to text messages and video calls. It led to moments where you found the kid sprawled on your couch in your small apartment watching movies.

Both Kyle and Billy, and his family, had eventually confided in you to tell you their secret of being heroes. To say you were surprised would be a lie, you had easily put two and two together after knowing them for only a few months but waited for them to come to you and share. But you kept their identities a secret, as did Kyle with Billy since no one in the league knew his identity yet.

In return you shared with them about what you really do, explaining the job was why you had been secretive and blown them off at times. But one thing you kept to yourself about was who you really were and who your family was. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them to not tell your family where you’ve been all this time, you were just scared of it accidentally slipping out especially since they work with your family.

The small two bedroom New York apartment you lived in was thankfully warm compared to the harsh chilly winter air you had traveled in. The interior was cozy. The walls were littered with pictures of memories from the past four years living here. The wooden floors had rugs placed around, primarily in both bedrooms and the living room.

You shrugged your thick coat off onto the quaint coat rack you’d been gifted the week prior while passing the bag of groceries from one arm to the other. Snowflakes fell from you onto the floor forming small wet patches that you paid no mind to.

You crossed the entryway to the kitchen when a voice made you almost jump out of your skin, “Do you need a hand with that?”

“Fuck! Billy, what the hell man? I almost shit myself, a little heads up would’ve been nice,” you calmed your breathing and handed the bag to him which he took  with a smile and began unpacking it onto the counter.

“I did give Kyle a message I would be coming over for the night, I just assumed he would’ve told you as he seems to overshare everything with you.”

“Ah, well he’s off-world right now and won’t be back for another two days or so. And are you still hung up on him telling me about the toilet mishap? It was months ago, kid,” you chuckled to yourself while grabbing ingredients for dinner.

A few months ago, Kyle had been at the watchtower for a meeting with the league. It was a boring debrief that he claimed he had no reason for being there but was told from the big man himself that attendance was mandatory.

Well, halfway through the meeting Shazam had run out towards the bathroom in a hurry and Kyle went to check up on him only to find Billy in his civilian form trying to stop a broken toilet from spraying him with more water. He was sopping wet from head to toe and Kyle said he had helped the poor boy, which you later heard from Billy was a lie.

He had been upset because Kyle had ran back to the conference room to tell the others that Shazam had broken a toilet and flooded the mens bathroom, but with more words and a few made-up details.

“That explains the lack of response. But, yes! I am! Hal and Barry still refer to me as Toilet Lord Destroyer Of All Bowels! It’s stuck and it seems to not be leaving any time soon,” he pouted, it almost made you want to slap Kyle up the side of his head for hurting the poor kid’s feelings. Almost, but a small part of you wanted to laugh and applaud the two dinguses for coming up with that name.

“I’m sorry my doofus of a husband has doomed you, but I mean, now you know how I felt when I was given my alias,” you gave a small smile and a shrugged. “Now, wash these and start chopping.”

“But Y/N, it’s not the same,” he sighed before returning to your side. “You got a cool name that’s super badass and I got stuck with getting bullied by dumb and dumber for all of eternity. I’m this close to coming out and telling them my identity so they’ll feel bad for bullying a kid. Teach those jerks a listen, or better yet I could wait and strike back and hit ‘em where it’ll really hurt.”

You shook your head with a little laugh, “Okay oh sinister and devious one, whatever you say. I’ll let Kyle know he created a monster. Just keep me out of this and we won’t have a problem.”

You had managed to keep your two boys from telling the others about you, and you planned on keeping it that way as long as you could. The most any of them knew was that Kyle was married and you didn’t want the others to meet you in fear of something bad happening like the others in the past. They respected your wishes but that didn’t stop them from digging any small information they could get out of the poor guy. He did tell everyone that Shazam was there at the wedding, being his best man and all.

That’s when half of the league decided it was a great idea to bombard him with questions in hopes of getting any answers. But Billy stuck to his word and didn’t budge at all, earning some respect from some of his colleagues.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard your phone chime. You haphazardly wiped your hands on a kitchen towel and opened it seeing a message from your director asking if you had a moment for a chat, your response was returned with a call.

You excused yourself to your bedroom, shutting your door before answering. “Thrasher speaking, to what do I owe this pleasure, Director?”

Director Erwin Sormael was your superior in charge of tasking you with missions. He had been the one to recruit you all those years ago and made you who you are today. To put it simply, he was like a father to you, or like a big brother at the very least.

“Thrasher, sorry to keep this call short. You’re needed on base in the morning at oh-eight hundred hours. Pack your gear and prepare for a long flight, that’s all I can inform you on at the moment.”

“Affirmative, and Sormael… say hello to the husband for me. Oh! And tell him to send me that Italian wedding soup recipe,” you read the clock on your bedside table, seeing you had a good fourteen hours to kill.

“I’ll let him know, expect to see it in an hour.”

You returned to the kitchen to see Billy was waiting for you on a stool, the table was set for the two of you.

“Well, looks like I’m being called in the morning. So, what do you say we finish making dinner and have a movie night? I stocked up with candy and snacks since our last one,” you turned him around on the stool to face you.

“I say we have a deal. I’ll set up the living room while you finish cooking,” he took off in a dash, returning every once in a while to grab more snacks. Once he had finished you had already plated the food. “I’ll help with those, you can bring the drinks!”

“You’re on a roll mister. I’ll be just a moment, did you want the twelve pack or the two liter?” Thanks to the kid coming around so often for dinner you had gained the habit of stocking up on his favorite drinks. Kyle teased you for that, saying your mother hen instincts were already kicking in due to your unofficial son.

“Uh… the twelve pack, that way we don’t need to get up later.”

You returned to the living room with the acquired drinks and a few bottles of water. The movie was starting to play as you sat down on the floor, back against the couch as the large coffee table held all of the snacks and your food in front of you.

The night went on, you were able to watch two more movies before Billy had passed out on you. You checked the time on your phone, you had a good seven hours before you needed to leave. You sent Kyle a quick message updating him on your plans. He’ll see the message once he’s back on earth. 

You got up carefully with a sigh, making sure not to disturb the sleeping boy while you cleaned up the mess. Not wanting Kyle to deal with a mess when he gets back home, you carefully loaded the dishwasher and turned it on and wiped down the counters.

Once you felt like it was good enough you carefully picked Billy up and brought him the guest bedroom that was practically his, and tucked him in.

Kyle called you a bit later while you were already in bed so close to falling asleep.

“Hi babe,” you answered groggily. “Are you back already so soon?” he could hear your yawn at the end, his clenched at your tired voice.

“Hello my love, sorry to disturb your sleep but it’s great to hear your sleepy voice. I’m almost done, I was able to come within range because I missed your voice,” you could hear Hal saying something in the back but the tiredness stopped your ability to focus on it. “I’m not telling her that man. Anyways babe, I’ll be back tomorrow night.”

You nodded your head, remembering he couldn’t see you, “That’s good to hear, but did you get my message?”

There was shuffling on the other side before he responded, “Oh, damn. No, I just saw it. You’re going on a business trip, do you know how long you’ll be?”

“Not sure, I’m getting briefed tomorrow morning. But I’ll call you to let you know,” you stifled a yawn. Sleep was beckoning you again, making it harder to stay awake.

“Okay, well I’ll let you go so you can rest. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, then. Good night, I love you”

You could feel the smile on your face, “I love you too, good night babe.”

Once he hung up you connected your phone back onto the charger before letting sleep consume you.

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One Of A Kind - Series Masterlist

Pairing: Kyle Rayner x Batsis!Reader

Synopsis: Six years have passed since you’ve last seen or heard from your family. Since then things have changed for everyone. One fateful day leads to surprising discoveries. Whether you can handle what comes next depends on the decisions you make next. Luckily, you're not alone, Kyle will be with you every step of the way. Even if it does scare him a little.

Series Warnings: Pregnancy, canon typical violence, swearing, character deaths, angst, fluff

Status: Ongoing (irregular updates)

A/N: Oh gosh, this is my first series! I know my writing is trash but pls be kind (or don't comment at all if u have nothing nice to say) :') I hope you enjoy this, let me know if you'd like more like this! ALSO!!! I know the series moodboard has batsis looking a specific way but just know the body type is inclusive, as I myself look nothing like the pics :) ALSO>>> There are some OCs but they're mainly batsis' coworkers/company.

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Last Updated: 10/31/23

Chapters: 3/?

Prologue - The Beginning

Summary: The many times you encountered Batman, and the one that changed your future.

Chapter One

Summary: The years flash by in a blur, and you enjoy an evening with a guest.

Chapter Two

Summary: A surprise is discovered.Is it terrifying? Absolutely!

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One Of A Kind - Prologue 'The Beginning'

Pairing: Kyle Rayner x Batsis!Reader

Summary: The many times you encountered Batman, and the one that changed your future.

Warnings: Brief mention of character death, blood (mentioned a few times), angst if you squint, bad writing ~_~

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: Hooboy, this is officially my first work! I hope you all enjoy it! (also yes i know my writing is trash but pls be nice) Btw, this is just the brief backstory to Batsis!Reader, Kyle will be in the other chapters just not in this prologue :p

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The first time you met Batman you were eight. The night was chilly, as usual for a Gotham night. Your parents had taken you to an ice cream parlor after your big soccer tournament as a reward for scoring the winning goal.

Many of your teammates had the same train of thought. The small retro themed ice cream parlor was packed and lively with your little league team and their respected families. All the booths were filled, you squeezed your way into one with your friends laughing at one of them when they got chocolate ice cream smeared all over their face.

The atmosphere was relatively calm, well as calm as it could be when in Gotham. The parents had pushed most of the tables together to have a group discussion in preparations for the next season.

They were all too engrossed in conversation to notice the hooded individual walk in. Dressed in a long coat that went down past his knees, curious shapes poking through.

It happened all too quickly. One moment you were talking about a school project and the next moment gunshots fired through the parlor as screams rang out.

One of the adults had grabbed you and pulled you down to hide you behind them, pinning you between them and the wall, hidden safely out of sight. You were too shocked to really respond, looking around them to find your parents. They were out of sight, for now you hoped they were okay.

It was a good seven minutes before Batman came in to handle the situation. The adult that you had now recognized as your friend Andrew’s dad felt like dead weight, you trembled under his crumpled body as you waited for the shooter to get detained.

“Watch out!” a voice called from the front as a new shooter burst through the broken doors.

Before Batman could react there was a flash of red and yellow that swung by him knocking down the new assailant. After they successfully detained both of the gunmen they checked to see if everyone was alright.

While they were assessing all the injured Robin noticed there was a man moving rather oddly in a corner booth. He quickly walked over to see if the man had any vital injuries that would need immediate care but found the man with glossy eyes staring blankly ahead.

You couldn’t see anything but you heard footsteps come towards you. The weight of the man was starting to be suffocating, and there was also that annoying pain in your side that was getting more unbearable as time went on.

“Excuse me sir, are you alright?” Robin voiced out, you could feel the man above you being shaken.

Robin stopped shaking the man when he heard a faint whimper come from behind him. Coming to the conclusion the man was deceased after checking for a response and finding no pulse, he moved him to his side and saw you poking out.

He called out for Batman and speedily switched places with him, so the cloaked vigilante now looked at you.

“Hi there, are you okay to move a little closer?” Batman spoke with a soft tone to ease any remaining nerves and shock that you had.

The only thing you could pay attention to was your breathing, it came out in quick little pants as you tried to catch your breath, your vision was blurring here and there.

Noticing the state you were in, Batman carefully lifted you from your seat immediately spotting the large red patch on your shirt that was spreading the more he moved you. It looked like a bullet wound, and judging from the lack of blood on the back of your shirt it seemed like it was still in you.

He stayed with you until the paramedics arrived, handing you a lollipop from his utility belt to distract you.

That night could never be forgotten because it was the day you got your first ‘cool scar’. It was also the day that changed your life, having been told your parents didn’t make it.

The second time you had a run in with Batman and boy wonder you were eleven. Three years after your original ‘meetup’.

You had run into them by chance at Batburger. At first you had thought they were regular people dressed up but once you heard them speak you recognized them immediately.

The group you came in with had found their seats and ordered, so while everyone was waiting for their food you slipped away from your booth to head over there.

“Uhm, sorry to interrupt.” you looked down timidly once at their table. The two of them, still in gear, looked over at you after chewing on their food.

Robin had visibly perked up at your arrival, excited for the fan encounter.

“I know you probably don’t remember but I wanted to thank you guys for saving me two years ago. I have this really cool scar that I got from that day, my friends think it looks gross but I like it. You guys are super cool, I’m happy I get to meet you again!” you smiled sheepishly, looking everywhere but at them.

“I’m happy to meet you too! It’s always great to see the people we save are happy and doing well,” Batman grinned wiping his face with a napkin.

Robin beamed at you, “Yeah, it’s neat to see you! A bit of advice, don’t care too much about what others say about your scar, just remember that it’s a permanent cool battle souvenir.”

The three of you chatted a little longer before your friends pulled you aside announcing the arrival of your food.

Before the two of them left Robin stopped by your table to give you a batarang that was signed by the both of them. Batman left his signature with a smiley face, and Robin left a message saying,, ‘Have fun and be safe! -your best friend Robin’.

The remainder of the day you could only think about the interaction that occurred. You got to meet your heroes, while also befriending Robin. It seemed too good to be true. But during your walk home you noticed a certain sidekick wave at you while swinging by on the rooftops. It had squashed any doubts that wormed its way into your thoughts.

The third time you encountered Batman you had been adopted by Bruce Wayne.

You were adopted five months after the last interaction with Batman. The sudden change in pace was harder to get used to, unnerving at times.

Deciding it was worth it to map out the layout of the manor so you wouldn’t get lost, you went exploring. Finding every nook and cranny possible and charting it down was a fun enough task in itself.

There were many areas you could just tell have not been in use for quite some time. Like the hidden passageway under the southeast wing staircase that had to be pried open due to its lack of maintenance. Which has quickly become your favorite place for a getaway.

There was a concealed latch that opened the door to the passageway. The entrance was a small narrow hallway that went along for about three feet before opening up to a room with a small nook that branched off to the left of it.

You had transformed it to be more cozy and to your liking. Whenever Bruce or Dick left you would always spend time there.

One day, after about two weeks of being there at the manor, your curious nature got the best of you. What you thought you had stumbled across the basement turned out to be the batcave. It was quite the shock when Bruce and Dick came back from patrol early to see you standing there in the middle of the cave.

Everything made sense now. All the time the two of them would go out for ‘late night PTA meetings’ which were held daily, they were really going out to patrol. Or the mysterious bruises and cuts that showed up out of nowhere that actually came from the crime fighting.

Even though you had found out about their nightly activities Bruce did not want you involved with that life. You had no complaints at first because the idea of going out and fighting criminals with your safety completely up to fate terrified you.

But as time went on Jason was adopted and took up the mantle as Robin, you were still kicked to the curb. That’s when it began to really irritate you.

The last time you were with Batman and the others you were nineteen.

It had been a whole year since Jason had died. Things were different around the manor.

One of the new changes being Tim, your new brother, had been adopted into the family not too long ago. He now took up the mantle as Robin. And once again you were kicked to the curb.

You had always trained secretly, so you were able to fend for yourself in case anything were to happen to you or your family. There was no way you would allow a repeat of what Jason went through to happen again.

Your oldest brother Dick had come to visit more often, mainly to check how Bruce was doing and insure Tim was doing alright.

Although he would visit the manor you didn’t see him often, if not at all.

You noticed everyone was practically drawing back from you. Slowly over time they would forget to invite you to events, especially public events. It seemed like the media had also forgotten about the only Wayne daughter.

It wasn’t like you were actively ignoring everyone, it felt like it was the opposite. You did go out of your way to squeeze yourself into their busy days, whether it was a quick ‘hello’, or to bring them snacks and gifts.

The truth is this was getting incredibly exhausting. You felt like there was no point putting in one hundred percent the effort while the others put in no effort at all to interact at all with you.

Jason’s death had definitely hit you the hardest, you just tried not to show it. Putting on a strong front as a shield from what you were really feeling. With him gone, your best friend, you felt incredibly alone.

You finally had enough of it, making the bold decision to move out. The only person who you told was Alfred, he was quite eager for you. He thought it would be healthy and best for you to go out and explore, especially so you’d have more human interaction after being cooped up by yourself for so long.

The last day at the manor you had everything finally packed. Bruce and the others were out doing who knows what. Alfred had made you a big lunch meal before you left.

“Miss y/n, do you have a destination set in mind?”

“No, I think I’m going to travel until I decide on a place to settle in. What are you planning on doing now that you’ll have less company?” you chewed through your sandwich.

“I imagine I’ll be doing the same routines but with a few less steps to them. For the time being, I’ll just clean and reorganize the cave and your living quarters. Would you like me t0 keep your bedroom as it is or shall I pack everything that’s left?”

You didn’t give it much thought before replying, “Do with it as you please. I don’t think I’ll be coming back to visit. Maybe you could use it for yourself as an entertainment room or something. Well, I best be heading off. Thank you for everything you've ever done for me Alfred, I truly appreciate it all.”

Alfred stood up from his seat to give you a hug, “The pleasure is all mine. Take care of yourself, miss y/n, for me.” You nodded your head to reassure him you will.

With all of your luggage packed in the rental car, you took one last look at the manor. All the memories, good and bad, hit you all at once. You took a deep breath and headed off to your future.