So this is a continuation of a little drabble that I did awhile ago. The first part is the drabble and then after the first break it’s all new! Hope you like it! Send me some feedback and if you’d like to see a part 2!
The gun tumbles from your hand, blood splatter slowly dripping from your mask. The Joker’s body lies crumpled to the side, half of his face blown off, skull in pieces at your feet. Jason lies a few feet away, staring at you in complete shock.
“Mom … mom what did you do?” His voice is soft, lost.
“I killed him, sweetheart”
“Mom, Bruce’ll …”
“I don’t give a shit what your father says right now, baby. You said that you wouldn’t stop killing until the Joker was dead, that once he was dead you would stop.” You nudge the Jokers cooling body with your boot, “This man has cause too much pain in all of our lives. Your father might have a ‘no killing’ rule, but I don’t”
“Mom he’s gonna hate you” Slowly Jason rises to his feet.
“He’ll get over it, he has to. Do you think this is the first time I’ve ever killed someone?”
Jason stills, eyes wide and you reach out, gently drawing your second son into a tight hug, “I love you, Little Wing”
Your son sniffs, clutching you tighter, “Love you too, mom. Thank you”
“You don’t need to thank me, just promise me that you’ll stop killing. Promise me that I didn’t just break a promise to my husband and kill the Joker in vain”
“I promise. I – I don’t want to stop using the guns, but I can get rubber bullets, use non-deadly force”
Patting his cheek gently, you turn and head out of the warehouse, “You’ll come by the Manor more, won’t you?”
“Yeah, mom, I will. Bruce and I are long overdue for a talk”
“Mmhhmm, I know. After this, I think we’ll have to sit everyone down for a talk, explain what I did and why”
“They’ll understand with time”
“I hope so, son. I really hope so.”
You and Jason make your way back to the Cave, dreading the upcoming confrontation.
“Listen to me, Jay. When we get back I want you to take your brothers upstairs, I need to talk to Bruce. If they ask questions, just tell them that I’ll talk to them in the morning, okay?”
Jason’s lip curls slightly in distaste, he always hated it when you treated him like a child, “I don’t want to leave you alone with him. He’s going to be angry, what if he …”
“He won’t hurt me, sweetheart. Even if he’s angry he won’t hurt me, not physically”
“I know you could handle him if he attacked physically, but Bruce knows how to use his words to hurt someone, and he … tends to overreact”
You chuckle, “That’s an understatement”
By the time you finally pull into the Batcave, Bruce, Damian and Dick are waiting, arms crossed and angry. At the moment, you’re glad that Tim is away visiting the Titans or he’d be waiting for you too.
“Give me a second” You turn, facing your children, “Boys I want you to go upstairs. Bruce and I need to talk … alone. I will talk to everyone, explain everything, tomorrow. Alright?”
“Dick, I need to talk to Bruce. I promise that I will talk to you tomorrow. I know you don’t like to be excluded, but this is something that we need discuss as husband and wife”
You go around, giving each of the boys a hug before watching them file up the stairs. Taking a breath, you brace yourself for the upcoming argument.
“Bruce, hear me out …”
“I can’t believe you would do something like this. We made an agreement. When we got married you promised that you would never kill again, and now you’ve broken that promise! Damnit, Y/N!”
“Bruce, please, just let me explain -”
“I don’t want to hear your damn excuses, Y/N! You broke the one promise I needed you to keep! Did the only thing I can’t forgive!”
You jerk back, “Can’t forgive?”
Bruce draws himself up to his full height, and it isn’t Bruce that’s staring back it’s Batman, “Y/N Wayne, I am putting you under arrest for the murder of the Joker. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say -”
“You’re arresting me? What the fuck, Bruce! I’m your wife!”
Bruce’s lips curl up in a sneer, and he jerks your arms around, fastening the cuffs to your wrists, “No, you’re not. My wife would never have betrayed me like this”
“Master Bruce, what in the world is going on here?!” Alfred’s voice echoes slightly in the Cave
“Y/N is under arrest for murder. She killed the Joker tonight, and she has to be punished like every other murderer in Gotham”
“Miss Y/N is your wife! What you are doing is ridiculous!”
“I’m not asking for your approval, Alfred. I am taking Y/N down to the police station, where I will turn her over to Commissioner Gordon”
“Damnit Bruce! I did it for Jason! I did it to get him to stop killing! You’ve never turned him in for killing, why are you turning me in?!”
“You murdered a man, Y/N. You aren’t any better than the rest of the murdered and scum that plague Gotham”
You’re stunned into silence. Of all the scenarios that had run through your head this was not one of them. You had never thought that your own husband would arrest you and have you thrown into jail, that he wouldn’t even listen to you.
“Master Bruce, please reconsider -”
“Alfred, I don’t want the kids to know about this. Just tell them that I went out for one more round around the city.”
Being dropped off on the roof of the GCPD with Commissioner Gordon is one of the most humiliating things that has ever happened to you.
“Sparrow. I can’t say that you are who I was expecting when Batman called and told me that he was personally dropping off a murderer”
“Well, apparently killing the Joker is where Batman draws the line, and he turns on his own family”
Jim Gordon hums, placing his one hand on your elbow he helps you stand up, “I’m really sorry for this, Sparrow, but I have to take you into custody. Batman’s already read you your rights, but I’ll have to read them to you again, and then I’ll need you to tell me where the Joker’s body is”
“I understand, Jim, you’re not the one I blame for this situation.”
Thankfully, Jim gives you your own cell and doesn’t force you to take off your mask. “I’ll try and figure something out, Sparrow, but I’m not sure how Batman expected me to charge you for murder if I don’t know your identity”
“Don’t worry, Jim, we’ll figure something out”
“I really hope so. I honestly don’t even know if I can charge you for anything, because technically you don’t even exist”
“You just do what you have to. I’ll get out of this fine”
Jim nods and scratches the back to his head, “You have one phone call, do you want to use it now, or later?”
“I’ll use my comm unit, if you don’t mind”
“Go ahead, I have to stand here for the conversation, but it’s fine”
Reaching up you gently press a finger to the comm unit, quickly switching channels to the one you need. “Oracle?”
“Sparrow? Are you alright? Do you need backup? I don’t see you on any cameras”
“You aren’t looking at the right cameras. I’m at the GCPD, O”
“You’re – you’re in one of the cells … what happened? Why are you -”
“Calm down, that’s why I’m calling you. I – I killed the Joker, O. I know you probably heard about that already, though. Batman – Batman wasn’t happy with me, he arrested me and dropped me off here”
“What do you need me to do? I can have someone come break you out -”
“No, I don’t need anyone else getting on B’s bad side tonight. You have access to my accounts, I need you to post my bail. Preferably quickly, I’d like to get out of here as soon as possible”
“I can call some of my contacts, see who the judge is going to be and have him post your bail as soon as possible.”
“Sit tight, Sparrow.”
You let out a strained chuckle, “Not much else to do here, O”
“I’ll contact you as soon as I have something. Oracle out”
Turning back to the commissioner you give him a shaky smile, “I have my people working on bail for me, Jim. She’ll contact me as soon as she has something”
“I’ll wait in my office for a call then”
It only takes Oracle two hours to have your bail posted and for you to be released.
“No problem, Sparrow. Did B really arrest you?”
“Yeah, yeah he did. Listen, kid, I’m tired. I’m heading to one of my safe houses, and no I’m not telling you which one even though I know you’ll figure it out, but please … don’t tell the boys where I am, especially B, I just – I just can’t handle them right now”
“I understand. Get some rest, Mama Bird, I’ll contact you in the morning”
Slowly you make your way to the rooftops, and travel to your most secure safe houses, one of the ones that even Bruce doesn’t know about. Quickly peeling off your costume, you take a quick shower and collapse in bed. Everything that you’ve managed to bottle up so far comes rushing out. You let out a chocked sob, curling tightly into a ball you finally let yourself cry.