the finale at LPL Baltimore! it’s not the best quality but I did my best. also at one point kovic, ryan, james and gavin appeared like 10 feet to my right so I tried to film them a bit


Prompt: Hello, please do an imagine where batsis is always sacrificing something for her family even if it costs her and the one time she needs them to do the same they do the same (ex. Their is someone she sees as a child and begs her family to help them but they don’t and that person dies). This ends up causing her to turn on them.

Requested by: ANON

    You tear open the bag of cookies with a viciousness that would surprise most people. You kick off your shoes, and purposefully leave them in the kitchen, before trotting into the entertainment room. You find the worst and bloodiest movie you can, pop it in, and hit play. You munch on your cookies, take sadistic glee in the demise of the stupid teenagers in the horror film and order Thai food.  

    The sound of shoes and talking hits your ears as you exchange one horror movie for another. You’re too mad to say hello, instead you plop back down open a soda and hit play. When you hear the talking over your movie you turn the sound up, and after giving it some thought you lock the door.

    You listen as they try opening it. And you ignore them when they start calling your name. Once again you turn the sound up. You only pause when you get a text from the delivery driver. Reluctantly you get up unlock the door, and pass by the men in your life without saying a word.

    You ignore all the questions, smile as you open the door and pay for your food, before tipping the driver generously. You pass by them again to the kitchen. You lay your food out, put together a plate, and you slap Damian’s hand when he reaches for one of your spring rolls.

    “My food not yours. Touch any of it and die.”

    You can feel shocked gazes on you, and you turn your glare on Alfred when he clears his throat. You can see the surprise on his face. You never look at him like that, but right now he’s one of them. “I was going to prepare dinner Ms. Wayne.”

    “I’m good. As you can see.” Without another word you return to the entertainment room. You can’t stop them from following you. You wish you could but you can’t. After several minutes Dick asks, “Is something wrong?”

    You consider playing it off, instead you pause the movie, set your food to the side and reach for the ridiculous hat you’d worn most of the day. You throw it right at his face. You feel your anger spike when he catches it. You see the realization in his and your brothers’ eyes at the sight of it.

    You hear Jason curse, as they all scramble to apologize you, you glare at them before yelling, “GET OUT!”

    You see them hesitate, before they decide to stand their ground. With a growl you take your plate and leave the room, before heading towards the stairs, “Ms. Wayne no food upstairs please.”

    You don’t even bother looking back, “Oh bite me Alfred.”

    “YN!” You wince as your father yells your name before turning to face him. “Apologize.”


    You watch his brow furrow, “What the hell has gotten into you?”

    You watch Dick pass him the cap, you watch his eyes widen, and then Alfred’s, “Oh baby.”

    “No.” You stop him before he can start, “No oh baby. I have sacrificed everything for this family. Birthdays, holidays, vacations, nights out with friends, a social life and all I ask for is one thing, for you ALL to be at my graduation. I became a doctor today, a profession I chose because of you all, and none of you were there. Not a one. I looked out into that crowd and none of you were there. So screw you, but I’m hurt. Because this is not my fault, and I am allowed to feel mad.”

    And without another word you make your way upstairs to your room.

Bruce occasionally has nightmares about his kids dying. So it doesn’t matter what his relationship with the bat kid in question is, he will take a burner phone he keeps hidden in his room and call the kid. Once answered he would hang up. That’s all Bruce needed most of the time. Speaking clearly? Check. Breathing? Check. Sometimes he would physically go check on the kid if he was near by (Neighboring cities counted). Bruce just needed to make sure his kid was breathing.


When the League first met, Bruce, Diana, Arthur, Barry, Hal, and Victor were all taken aback by Superman’s southern accent. No one had actually heard him speak before.

Imagine Loki’s reaction when Thor says “I’m gonna tell her you like her”

Originally posted by lokis-quinn

Thor turned to his brother. Loki was staring out of the window, thinking about you again. Thor chuckled, knowing than Loki was madly in love with you.

“I’m going to tell her you like her.” Thor said and got up from the couch. Loki broke out of his thoughts and grabbed Thor’s arm. Annoyance and fear filled Loki’s face.

“Do not tell her.” Loki said. Thor laughed at Loki’s reaction.

“You will have to tell her some day.” Thor said. Loki let go of his arm and looked back out of the window.

“I shall do it today.”

“You shouldn’t be down here.”

Loki tilted his head, mindful not to knock any of the lights with his antlers. He hated fixing them.

Clint hopped further into the workshop, wings spread menacingly, talons shining like obsidian in the dim light. “You shouldn’t be down here,” he repeated coldly. “Tony’s not here. It’s not allowed.”

“And yet you are here,” Loki pointed out idly, side-stepping a stool to lean down and examine a truly peculiar-looking device on the table.

“I saw you come down here. You need to leave,” Clint insisted, hopping after him. He let out an irritated sigh when the other monster swiveled to examine the three robots huddled fearfully in the corner. “Leave them alone! You’re scaring them!”

Loki ignored him, instead reaching out to tap one blunt finger to the closest robot’s claw. It flinched away from him and beeped, and then the other two robots let out shrill screeches and lunged at him with their claws threateningly. One threw a fire extinguisher at him.

Loki drew his hand back, not afraid, but concerned the little creatures might rush him anyway. “I did not know humans could still make these.”

Clint paused, talons curling into the floor. “…Make what?”

“Golems,” Loki replied, taking another step back when the clunkiest of the bunch lunged at him again. “The last I had heard of was in Prague, called Yossele. That was… five centuries ago? I had thought the art had been lost.”

Clint hopped over, wings spread awkwardly. He hated looking so much like a bird in front of this guy. “Yeah? I heard Tony made his first one when he was fourteen.” He couldn’t help his crest rising proudly when the other monster looked reluctantly impressed. “Isn’t that right, Dum-E?”

The clunkiest robot beeped and spun in a circle.

Loki covered his mouth with his hand to hide an amused smile. He did not remember Yossele being so rambunctious. Then again, it had been quite busy protecting its Jewish community at the time. “I would have never been able to imagine a metal golem.”

“Yeah,” Clint murmured. “Tony is a clever human. He even made a golem without a body.”

“You mean The Voice, Jarvis?” Loki asked, turning to look at him. “He is not a demon whom Tony has wrested control over?”

Clint shook his head slowly, frowning. “No. I remember when he was creating him at first, he would spend hours at his computer. The closer he got to finishing, the more wild he looked. When Jarvis finally spoke, Tony had been awake for several days. And then he burst into tears.”

“Interesting,” Loki admitted, and finally turned away from the robots. He did not remember how long it took to create Yossele, but he did remember Judah Loew ben Bezale celebrating when the golem protected them. “Is crying Anthony’s typical manner of celebration?”

“Man, he’d been awake for several days. Anyone would cry after years of hard work paid off,” Clint scoffed. “Now come on. We’re not supposed to be down here without permission ever since Bucky accidentally set himself on fire. With the exception of Steve because his scales protect him.”

Loki pretended that didn’t worry him and followed the other monster out of the workshop.

Bucky and Steve were morose.

“Unbecoming,” Natasha said.

Loki did not snort. He wanted to. “Quite.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Steve ordered without his usual heat. He slithered off the couch and onto the floor. “Why does he have to leeeeave?”

“Tony’s very important,” Bucky replied, trying to sound proud, but mostly sounding petulant. “The humans need his time.”

“Humans can go blow!” Steve snapped, then slithered under the couch.

Loki leaned toward Natasha, frowning.

“Yeah, I have no idea. Basically he wants humans to just leave Tony alone because they’re hogging him.”

“Oh,” Loki said, and only vaguely understood. “Where is Anthony?”

Natasha shrugged. “Showing off some new bomb. The humans are excited about it.”

“Anthony makes… bombs?”

“Weapons,” she amended. “Of all sorts. It would be disappointing except for the way he gushes about keeping America’s troops safe.I don’t understand humans and their wars, but I can respect that Tony wants to keep people safe.”

Loki frowned thoughtfully. “With the golems he created, I had expected him to be purely a creator. Not a destroyer as well.”

Natasha turned to stare at him, then assumed when he said ‘golems’ that he meant Tony’s robots. “Tony’s a human,” she said after a moment. “They’ve always created and destroyed. Holding Tony to a different standard simply because he is more brilliant than other humans would be unfair.”

“Mm,” Loki hummed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Anthony was an interesting human, at least. The creatures were so vapid these days, it was refreshing to find one that was different. He could not say whether he liked or disliked the boy, but he was interested to see what more he could create.

“Guys!” Bruce exclaimed, bursting into the living room. “Guys!

Loki stepped back further into the shadows. He did not fear Bruce. But the creature he turned into… that creature was a terrifying mixture of Old and new, a creature of rage and instinct. He stayed out of its way as much as possible.

Steve slithered out from under the couch in concern, and Bucky unfolded from being curled up on top of one of Tony’s old sweaters. Clint hopped around to face the room instead of glaring outside. Natasha took a step forward, face set into a serious mask to hide the trepidation the tone Bruce had taken had caused.

“I was listening–I was listening to the radio,” Bruce panted, clutching his chest. His eyes flickered green and brown. “To hear what Tony–To keep at least an ear on him-! His convoy was attacked! He–everyone’s dead–”

It felt as if the room had dropped several degrees.

Bruce clutched the doorway, making an annoyed sound when he crushed it in his palm, wood splintering everywhere. “Not–Not Tony. But the soldiers he was with–they, they’re all dead. Tony–they took Tony.”

Clint let out a horrified screech.

“What do we do?” Bucky asked quickly, standing. “Bruce, what do we do?”

“All we know is that he’s in Afghanistan,” Bruce admitted, the green in his eyes staying longer, visibly struggling to keep to this form. “And there’s–there’s mountains and caves. It would take so long to find him–who knows what condition he’d be in by the time we got there.”

Steve writhed anxiously for a few seconds, then steeled himself. “We have to do something. We can’t just–just leave him out there!”

“The people there are very religious, or very superstitious,” Natasha pointed out. “We’re monsters. They’ll shoot first and ask questions later. We won’t be any good to Tony dead.”

Clint crushed the windowsill in his talons angrily. “We won’t be any good to Tony sitting on our asses, either!”

Bruce let out a wounded sound before he roared, and suddenly the Hulk was there instead, destroying the rest of the doorway, reaching out to grab one of the couches and flinging it across the room.

“Br–Hulk!” Steve exclaimed helplessly. “No! We need–we can’t just destroy things until we figure something out-!”

Loki stepped forward, scowling, gold threads wrapping around the Hulks arms before he could throw anything or anyone else. “This is not conducive to a rescue, creature.

The Hulk roared, and tugged, and his hooves skidded across the floor in the effort to hold the other monster tight in the gold threads

“You will not threaten me,” Loki said, even though he felt frightened, even though this monster of Old and new was tugging his magic around like so much paper. “You will not threaten me while a Creator needs you to stay calm. You are doing him no service destroying his things.”

Hulk roared again, swinging around, and Loki nearly–nearly–yelped as his hooves skidded across the floor again, losing his balance.

Clint caught him by the antlers with a screech, holding him upright. “Don’t let him go!”

Loki had no intention of doing so, because he was quite certain that the Hulk would turn his aggression on him instead. Still, he couldn’t help his surprise when Steve and Natasha both ran at and then leapt upon the monster.

Steve’s tail constricted around the Hulk’s arms, holding them in place, and Natasha skittered as quickly as she could, wrapping her silk around him, trying to keep him pinned. Bucky scrambled over to press his back against Loki’s front, his paw pads much more suited to the wooden floor than the Old monster’s hooves.

The Hulk continued to roar angrily, struggling, but with the combined force of Loki’s magic and Natasha’s silk, they eventually subdued him. Loki didn’t relax until the other monster stopped roaring, and still kept a thread of magic wrapped around him just in case.

“…Let us never do that again,” Loki suggested, and the other four monsters nodded tiredly.

“What are we going to do?” Natasha asked softly, and it was… most concerning, to see how her shoulders hunched and the way she twisted her fingers in fear. “There are so many nooks and crannies in the desert where he could be. I–I’m not suited for the desert, really. I… could manage perhaps. But I would definitely be out of place.”

Bucky sat down on the floor, looking forlorn. “It would be too hot for me with my fur, wouldn’t it? And the sands would blow around so much–I wouldn’t find a scent anyway.”

“I could?” Steve offered, but then his face crumpled. “I’m no tracker, though. I’d survive and then have nothing to show for it. It’s no use, me going, if I have no idea where he’d be.”

“And it’s not like I could help you with that,” Clint admitted bitterly, roosting on Loki’s antlers. “If they have him in a cave, I’d have no idea.”

Loki opened his mouth to tell him to get off, but the other monster wasn’t heavy, and he was… quite tired after that struggle. “…I know someone who could help.”

“Will they eat him?” Steve asked immediately.

Loki gaped at him, appalled.

“I was going to eat him the first time we met,” Natasha explained.

“…Well,” Loki said.

“Tony bribed me with soup.”


“So will they eat him, or not?” Bucky asked, scowling. “Because if there’s a chance they’ll eat him, we decline. Strenuously.”

“He will not eat Anthony,” Loki sighed, and allowed himself the luxury of rolling his eyes, hard. “…Admittedly, he has not had much interaction with present-day humans, howev–”

Clint squawked. “You wanna send one of your kind after him!? They’re totally gonna eat him!”

“He will not!” Loki snapped, and then scolded himself, fuming, for sounding like a child. “This is his only chance. We can’t just let him gallivant all over looking for Anthony,” he added, motioning at the Hulk.

The monsters grumbled angrily, but truly, their hands were tied. There was no telling if Jim had been killed or injured when the convoy was attacked, so Tony could very well be all alone out there. All alone, and possibly injured, and maybe wondering if someone could come help him, like they’d done before.

They couldn’t just leave him out there. So they agreed.

Tony shivered. He could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. “You get many storms out here?”

Yinsen hummed thoughtfully as he stared down at the backgammon board. “Depends on the season, really.”

Thunder rumbled again. Tony kind of wished he was closer to the entrance of the cave, so he could see the lightning and count to see how close the storm was.

Yinsen lifted his head, frowning. “…It’s not the season, though.”

Tony covered his ears as thunder suddenly crashed… in the cave? The Ten Rings were yelling, and shooting, but the thunder came again, only… only it sounded an awful lot like roaring.

Tony yelped when the cave lit up, electricity crackling over the walls. Yinsen was yelling something, clutching at him, dragging him toward the back of the cave. Tony turned and choked back a scream when he saw the hulking figure there, one of his captors crushed under a single, massive paw.

“The Butler did it...” - Batman x Daughter!Reader

Summary : You’re Batman’s daughter, and you just crashed your dad’s favorite car while riding in an illegal race…Needless to say, you’re in trouble.  

Warning for langage I guess, the batdaughter has a potty mouth. Also, again, I feel like I could have write something better, and might re-write everything. I’m still posting it because of reasons. I guess it’s just one of those days eh…or rather, damn month. Funny how my worst works are always the longest.


You looked at the wreck you made, sweat going down your spine. Your father was going to kill you. Well, no, scratch that, he wasn’t the kind to kill…but oh he was going to make you suffer. FUCK ! 

What went threw your mind when you decided that was a good idea anyway ? Damn sometimes you could be so dumb. You reflected on your decision, and wondered how you could ever have thought that it would work out alright…Stealing your dad’s favorite car, who also used to be your grandfather’s vehicle, sounded like an idiotic thing to do. Going to a midnight illegal rodeo race in one of Gotham’s worst neighborhood sounded even more idiotic. And yet, that’s exactly what you did. 

And everything was going on fine, until you felt too sure of yourself, went to fast, and crash the car, wrecking it completely. It was a miracle you got out of the crash with nothing but a few light bruises and cuts. 

On that note, the police arrived, everyone bolted, and you ended up being alone in the street, with a destroyed car you stole (even if it was from your dad), surrounded by cops. 

Some of the Gotham police officers would have love nothing more than to be in the paper, talking about how they busted the great Bruce Wayne’s daughter…But fortunately for you, you ended up dealing with cops that loved your family, and that didn’t want to make an exemple of you. Maybe it helped, that they were quite young, and that you got a bit flirty with them…

You called your older brother, Dick, to the rescue, and he came to pay your bail. Of course he wasn’t alone, all of your siblings were there. You could have punched them to erase the stupid smug face they all had. Jason spoke first : 

-Well well well little sis’, you playing the rebel card now ? You know there’s better way to get his attention. 

You ignore him, just sending a death stare towards him. Catching your father’s attention was the last thing you wanted to do, actually. So, sure, probably he would have discovered what you did one day or another, being the greatest detective in the World, but his reaction would have certainly been nothing compare to the one you were sure he was gonna have. He would have been mad, but forget about it soon. While now…his favorite car was destroyed, and you were sure you caught a paparazzi snatch a picture of you while you were walking in the police station. Thank God you didn’t had any handcuffs on. Still, he was gonna be more than mad. 

Tim was smirking at you, and you lightly hit him on the shoulder. He didn’t have to speak for you to know what he was thinking. He always found your antics hilarious. You always thought that a smart boy like him should know better than to mock you, and when he saw your eyes, his smirk disappeared. Damn it, you were so gonna get a petty revenge now. 

When you met Dick’s gaze, you bent your head down, unable to hold it. He shook his head, and you could see he was disappointed. He still had the reflex of being the “dad” of the group, from when your actual dad went missing some times ago. Dick had the huge responsibility to take on the cloak…and his little siblings under his wings. Your father was absent for months, and so Dick was the one to scowled you when you did something bad…but there was a reason you called him instead of your dad. Dick was more understanding. He was less strict. Besides, he could play the “dad” part all he want, he would always be the big brother who just wanted you safe, and could never be mad at you for more than two seconds when you gave him your best puppy eyes. Which is what you were doing right now, and surely enough, a smile grew on his face and, shaking his head once more, he gave you a hug. 

-That was a very stupid thing to do, sister. 

-Yes, I know Damian, thanks for your input. 

-It’s not the first time you do something stupid like that, it probably comes from your mother’s side. That recklessness and…

-Keep my mom out of this little bro’, I’m so not in the mood. 

As you glared at him, Damian decided to shut up. You didn’t look in the mood for his teasing at all. Usually, you’d answer with equal wit and sarcasm, and he’d love those little oral joust you had with him..But clearly, today wasn’t the day. Jokes about your mutual mothers were often the bulk of the teasing. Talia Al’Ghul and Selina Kyle. The two criminals who got the Bat’s heart. Of course it was a great source of jokes. But right now, you weren’t feeling it. Because what your brother just said hit a bit too close from home. You were a bit like your mother, sometimes, you just couldn’t stop yourself from doing things that’d got you in trouble…Both with the law and with your father. 

Damian looked at you curiously, seeing an array of feelings going threw your face, but didn’t dare say anything. He still wasn’t too good about the all : “trying to comfort people” thing and, too afraid of saying something he shouldn’t have, he stayed silent. On this matter at least, because when he noticed your bruises, he couldn’t help himself : 

-Are you Ok ? 

He asked, brushing his fingers on your face awkwardly, trying to show you that he really did love you, that he would only worry for the best sister in the World. You smiled fondly at him, the brat could be cute sometimes, and answered :

-Yes munchkin, I’m fine. Scratches, nothing more. 

With a sly smile, the boy looked at you and added : 

-Maybe I should give you some driving lesson eh ? 

-Oh you little…

Tim and Jason got the hint, and, there, in front of Gotham Police Station, they each caught one of Damian’s arm and held him into place while you tickled him mercifully. The voice of your father threw Dick’s car radio froze you. 

-If you would be so kind to come home immediately please, I have to talk to (Y/N). It’s important, and I will not tolerate any tardiness. Come home now. 

The coldness in his voice made you shiver, and, under your brothers’ sympathetic gaze, you got into the car. They followed right after. 


During the ride from the Police Station to Wayne Manor, you begged for advice from your brothers. Of course, it wasn’t the first time you got in trouble, but you got a lil’ far this time, usually it was just small things, little troubles at schools, fights that weren’t really too bad etc etc…but this time. You didn’t even had any excuses ready, as you usually had. “He started it”, “He spoke ill of mom”, “I didn’t exactly stole it from him, I borrowed it to teach him a lesson, I was gonna get it back…”. Ok, those were stupid excuses, but at least, you tried. But this time, you had nothing. You couldn’t even explain your own behavior, why you decided to go to that dumb race, and take his favorite car of course. 

Maybe you were trying to get his attention, after all, you were a lot like your mother, and Catwoman had a habit of doing some bad things whenever she wanted your father’s attention (like stealing the biggest diamond in the World or something)…but you weren’t exactly ready right now to psycho-analyse yourself, and so you asked your brothers for help. 

-I’m sorry (Y/N), I got nothing. Mostly because the majority of times, he yells at me anyway because…Well you know. 

-Thanks Jay, very helpful. 

-Hey, you know me, always here to help you little one. 

He ruffled your hair and you growled at him…Quite like a cat really. 

-Maybe you could tell him it was an accident ?

-But it was an accident Timmy. I didn’t mean to crash the car. 

-No I know, but I mean, don’t talk about the race, and just say that you wanted to clear your mind a bit and all. If it’s just a crash he won’t really be mad would he ? 

-To be honest, I don’t think he’ll be as mad as you think he’ll be. 

-Dick, it was his favorite car. It was granddad’s. Oh god I’m an idiot…And it’s just hitting me now that I ruined one of his only memory from his father…He’s going to be so pissed…Not that I don’t deserve it but…he’s kinda scary when he’s pissed…

Your brothers nodded silently. They could try convincing you that things were going to be alright, but when it touched his parents, your father could be a bit…Sensitive. Tim laid an understanding hand on your shoulder. 

-I still think that telling him that you just crashed while out for a ride is the best solution…

-Yeah, sure, like he’s gonna buy that. A ride out at midnight, conveniently when he’s not around. Riiiiiight. And of course, I’m coming home the next day. He’ll know. He knows everything. 

-Well, you still could try. It’s the only idea I got. 

Dick sighed, and said : 

-Alright, I’ll take the blame. 

-You certainly will not. Besides, he said my name when he called on the radio, not any of yours. I’m telling you, he knows ! I’m doomed. 

-I’ll say that it was my idea and…

-No Dick. I appreciate that you want to sacrifice yourself like that, but I’m old enough to suffer the consequences of my stupid actions…For real. I’ll tell the truth, isn’t there a saying that goes : “a fault confessed is half redressed” ? 


The wrecked car is resting on the front driveway, and you wince when you look at it. Did they really have to bring it here ? Your brothers’ heart tighten as they witness how badly in shape the car is, thanking God or whoever protected you from Death. It truly was a miracle that you survived a crash like that…and the car wouldn’t be the only thing wrecked if you died. The entire family would have been. 

You set a careful foot in the Manor, and you’re surprised your father isn’t waiting for you in the entrance hall. Maybe you’ll be lucky and he’ll be too caught up with work in the bat cave to remember what you did ? 

The one who’s in the entrance hall however, is Alfred, and he rushes to you, a bit panicked. 

-We’ll say I did it Lady (Y/N), that I decided to make a bit of money on the side by racing and…

You laugh and hug your adopted grandfather lovingly. Of course he would. The man vowed his life to protect your father and his children, and even if it could get him in a lot of trouble, would always defend you. 

-It won’t work Alfred, and you damn well know it. 

-It could work, you know, that old “the butler did it” thing ?

You and your brother chuckle, but you don’t have time to say anything else as you hear heavy steps coming down the main stairs. 

He’s here. 

And he doesn’t look happy. He doesn’t look happy at all. You shiver a bit, and let go of Alfred. By instinct, the butler shields you with his body. 

-Master Bruce, I’m so sorry about what I did to your car I…

-Out of my way Alfred, and please, don’t insult me, of course you didn’t do anything. Everyone, to your rooms. I have to speak to (Y/N). 

None of them move, tore apart between wanting to help you and not wanting to piss him off some more, and so, leave. The bat glare he gave them almost convince them to leave. Almost, as they’re waiting for your approval. 

You sadly turn to your brothers, and nod. Yes, they probably should leave. They all go, looking at you worriedly, but Alfred do not move. He’s old enough to not be intimidated by your dad’s glare. 

Bruce sighs, and turns to you. His cold eyes makes you go in “turtle mode”, and you try to hide your head as best you could in between your shoulders. 

-In my study, now. 

You go without him having to say a second time, and you’re too far away to hear what he says to Alfred, but a little hope forms in your heart when you see Alfred’s face soften. Maybe your dad isn’t going to make you suffer after all. 

You wait a bit in his study, and the anticipation of what’s going to happen is killing you. That always been a technique of his, to make people boil in their own feelings until he comes and finally speak. You hated it. 

When he open the door, you hurriedly stand up from the seat you took in one of the huge and comfy leather chair, and you face him. He circles you a bit, much like a shark, and narrow his eyes at you. But he doesn’t speak, and it becomes clear he wants you to start. So you do. 

-I’m sorry dad, I don’t know what got into me, I don’t know why I did that…

-Yeah, seems like you didn’t think much uh ? 

-I guess I didn’t. I just…

-Let me guess ? You heard about the race, and because you have no impulse control you went, just because of reasons. 

-…Unfortunately, spot on. 

-Disappointing. I expect better of you, (Y/N). I raised you to be better than that, to think. 

His word stings your heart, but you know he’s right. You fight the tears that menacingly welled up in your eyes, and you look straight at him, straight into his icy blue orbs. 

-I’m sorry dad. Really I am. I’m trying to not just…do things, but it’s…Difficult. I guess I am like mom and…

-Don’t take your mother as an excuse. She might be a lot of things, but not thinking before acting isn’t one of her flaws. 

-No. It’s mine. I just…I just really wanted her to be proud of me ok ? 

-And you think winning an underground race would have make her proud ? Really ?

-Yeah well when you put it like that it sounds stupid, but…I thought maybe she’d hear about it and come to see me you know, to congratulate me. 

Your father’s gaze do not soften, your words not touching him one bit. Or so you think, behind the mask he put on his face to look severe, his heart is breaking for you. Your mother hasn’t really been around much during your life, coming in and out as she pleased, and he knew that when you acted out, it was mostly because of her. Or because you wanted his attention. He made a mental note to try and talk to you more, to pry your feelings open. You were a lot like your mother, but you were also a lot like him, and getting you to speak about what you felt was almost impossible. And he knew it was eating you from inside. But right now, he couldn’t be soft. He couldn’t be the “nice dad”. He had to be strict, because what you did was serious. 

It seemed like your father had no intentions to continue to speak, and you took it as your cue to continue your speech :

-So Ok now that I’m saying it out loud it really does sound dumb, she probably wouldn’t have known about it anyway. Maybe the truth is that I just wanted to race, and that’s it. Maybe there’s no reasons, I wanted to do it, and I did. Isn’t that what spoiled brat do ? 

He still doesn’t react, and you start to get mad. 

-Don’t you have anything else to tell me but that you’re disappointed ? Because you know what ? I know you’re disappointed in me, you tell me that enough ok ? In fact, you rarely miss an occasion to say it to me. So, sorry alright ? Sorry I’m not Dick, Jason, Tim or Damian ! Even when they do bad things you don’t tell them that…But ok, it’s my fault, it must be, so sorry ! ALRIGHT ?! 

He looks at you blankly, even though in his head and heart, a tornado is happening, your words hitting him more than it should…

-And I’m super sorry that even my driving skills are disappointing, and that i crashed grandpa’s car…because it’s really about this right ? 

Still no reaction. But you can see his jaw clenching. 

-Oh yeah it totally is about that. Well I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken that car, like you say, I should’ve known better. I’m a total idiot. And I crashed your dad’s car, which is one of the only thing you had left of him.

Now, you can see a shift in his face, but you’re not sure what it is. Is he mad ? Sad ? Both ? 

-I’m really sorry dad ok ? I’m even sorry that I’m kinda angry at you right now, even though I did the mistake. I’m sorry I can’t control my emotions like you. I’m sorry I always make stupid decisions just because I want my parents’ attention. Because I get it, at least I have parents, and you don’t anymore, and I’m totally re-opening the wound right now I know, I’m sorry about that too. You know I can never control myself, and right now, I don’t even control the words that come from my mouth. I can’t help it, I just say things that are in my head. And please say something dad, because I really feel awfully guilty about wrecking your dad’s car and, well…it was your dad’s, and I know how important it was to you and I ruined that too and I…

-Goddamnit (Y/N) it’s not about the car, it’s about you ! How can you think I care more about a stupid car than about your safety ?! Don’t you understand that I cannot loose you girl ? That I would be nothing without your poor impulse control and other antics ? That I’d miss you more than anything I ever missed ?

You just stare at him, stunned. He never told you anything like that before…

-Yes this car was dear to me, but you’re worth much more alright ?! Have you seen the state it is in ? It’s completely destroyed, and you were in it ! I almost had a heart attack when the police came with the car, and the first words they said was ; “your daughter”. I thought you were dead. I thought…

He takes a deep breath and let himself fall in one of his huge leather chair. You don’t know what to say, you’ve never seen him like this…But you approach him slowly. 

-I’m not mad because you stole one of my car, I’m not mad because you participated in an illegal race, or because you destroyed my dad’s car…I’m mad because you could have killed yourself. Because you don’t think enough about what would happen if you were gone. The impact on your brothers, on Alfred, on me…

His voice cracks, and you’re more surprised than ever. By now, your tears run freely down your cheek, and when you meet your father’s eyes, you can almost see tears in his eyes too. 

-I’m…I’m sorry dad…I didn’t think ab…

-About it I know. You don’t think, you act. Which is something I mostly admire in you…but not when you do things like that. So promise me (Y/N), my little girl, promise me you’ll try to work on that, because I can’t handle things like this.

You smile shyly, and say : 

-You can handle anything…You…You’re Batman. 

He looks away at those words, knowing more than anyone else that it wasn’t right. He couldn’t handle your death. Or any of his children’s. He handled Jason’s death poorly…

You always thought your father was indestructible, invincible. He was the goddamn dark knight ! Nothing could get him like he was now…but apparently you were wrong. The mere thought of loosing you almost wrecked him, and though you knew you should feel guilty, your only felt happy. It was rare that your dad showed how much he cared for you, how much he loved you. He said :  “I’d miss you more than anything I ever missed”…More than his parents ? Was that what it meant ? 

On that day, you swore you were going to be more careful, because you couldn’t see your father in that state ever again, shaking from all over, trying not to cry, his heart beating faster than ever, just because you almost died. 

You come and kneel next to him. 

-I’m sorry for being so stupid dad…i’ll work on it, promise. 

He brushes calloused fingers on your cheek, planting a kiss on your forehead, and with a weak smile say : 

-Stop saying you’re stupid, you’re one of the brightest girl I ever met. And I’m friend with Barbara Gordon. 

He winks at you, and this time, you truly smile, your eyes drying slowly, and you go for a hug. A hug he happily return, feeling as if he was thrown back years ago, when you were but a tiny little one, and every night before leaving for his patrol, his hugged you to sleep. You pull away, drying your tears with the back of your hands, and smile some more at him. A smile that he would do anything to protect. Anything. 

A mischievous smile appears on his face, and you suddenly stiffen again. 

-Don’t think that any of this heartfelt talk means that your safe little one, you’re still grounded for the next six months, and next time you steal one of my cars, I will call the police on you. I already warn Dick that if he came to pick you up from the police station one more time, he’d be in trouble too. 

-Oh Fuck ! 

-And that’s two more weeks for langage young lady ! 

-Fffffffff…fudge. Double fudge. But…I guess I kinda had it coming. 

-Yes you had little one, yes you had. 

And on that note, you hug him a bit more, smiling even though you were grounded and all. In the end, you got out of things pretty easy. I mean, you still got your hugs and stuffs, and you made the Batman all sentimental and shit. That was something, wasn’t it ? 


Threw the window, a certain Catwoman is watching the all scene, smiling. Of course, she isn’t going to knock on the window, she isn’t going to talk to any of you or anything. She’s just here to check if you’re alright, and from the look of it, you definitely are. With a heavy heart, she leaves, but she shoves her feeling aside. She made a choice long ago, she wasn’t good for you, a bad exemple, you better off without her in your life. And oh how she was wrong…