Bat Aunt: Part 8
Prompt: How Bruce Wayne’s life changes when a little sister is thrown into the mix
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you right, can you repeat that?”
“I adopted another child.”
You close your eyes, brace yourself for the incoming headache, and let out a sigh, “That’s what I thought you said.” You plop down into your office chair. “I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone with Alfred. He’s always had a hard time saying no to you.”
You watch as Bruce rolls his eyes, “He’s a kid, not a puppy. He was lifting the tires off the Batmobile. He’s entirely too thin, and he’s living on the street.”
“How are he and Richard getting along?”
Bruce smiles, “You know Dick. He’s always been great with kids. And now that he’s splitting his time between Gotham and the Titans… well, it just makes sense.”
You log onto your computer, “Yeah. I saw the pictures of his new suit. Were the finger stripes his idea, or yours?”
Bruce lets out a laugh, “Dick was born to be in the center ring.”
“What’s his name?”
“Jason. And I’m sure he would love to meet his wonderful Aunt Y/N.”
You smile, “Well, of course he would. I’m amazing. Now tell me, do you plan on having him take the Robin mantle?”
Bruce finally takes a seat, “He has what it takes, but I’m being cautious. The more training the better I think.”
You smile, “I can’t help but agree. I’ll stay at the Manor while I’m in town, and get to know my new nephew.”
Bruce leans back, “Does that mean, you might just knock off early?”
You lean forward, “What are you up to, Bruce Wayne?”
Your brother gives you an easy smile, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
You roll your eyes, “You’ve been talking to Barry again, haven’t you?”
Bruce doesn’t even bother pretending, “He says you’ve been pulling a lot of late nights.”
“No more than usual.”
He groans, “Wasn’t the entire idea behind you moving to Central City and moving in with Barry, actually living with him? Having a life outside of work?”
You shrug, and a moment of silence lapses between the two of you, “What’s going on, kid? Barry says you’ve been really distant lately. You’re pulling away from him, you barely return my calls, Dick says you’re answering emails with only one or two words, and you’re refusing Alfred’s face time.”
You run your tongue over your teeth, “Bruce, I have a lot to do. I’ll try and stop by tonight.”
Your brother scowls, “So, you’re going from staying at the Manor, to trying to stop by.” You don’t say anything, and he sighs, “Fine. I’ll talk to you later. If you pick up.” You wince as he walks out. You scrub your hands over your face before turning around to look at Gotham’s skyline.
You’d been living in Central City for two years now. You’d been happier than you’d ever been before. But slowly, you’d found yourself homesick. You missed the manor and your family, and any reminder of them made you resent Barry just a tad. You knew he couldn’t leave Central City… but you missed your home.
You get lost in the sight of your home. You watch as the daylight fades and the buildings slowly light up. You listen to the police sirens, and the faint sound of live music coming from the bars. Finally, the need to be on the streets overtakes you. You grab your coat and make your way out of the office.
You find yourself sitting on a park bench. You watch the people walk by. You can’t help but smile. You feel at peace for the first time in months. Knowing what you have to do, you begin your walk back to the office. You’re passing an alley when you hear it. The grunts and groans of someone being beat up.
It’s the flash of red that catches your eye. You turn and watch as the young boy searches through the pockets of the unconscious man on the street. You smile as you walk further down the alley, the click of your heels drawing his attention. “Now, I know my brother wouldn’t approve of this.”
The boys scowls at you, “And your brother would be?”
“Your mentor. Jason Todd, right?”
His eyes go huge, and you motion with your head for him to follow you. He drops the wad of cash on top of the man’s chest before following you. You dig out a spare pair of clothes from the back of your car. One of Dick’s old outfits. He changes in the car while you wait outside.
When he knocks twice on the window, you slip into the driver’s seat. He says nothing as you drive to your destination. You smile as you pull to a stop, and he follows you in. It’s been months since you’ve been in, but you’re greeted like it’s only been a day. You go to your usual booth, and Jason slides in across from you.
You catch him staring at you, “If you have a question, I recommend asking it.”
“Why didn’t you take me home?”
“Because, I’m the cool aunt. That means bailing you out of bad situations and not telling my brother when you’re doing something stupid. That being said, you sneak out again, I’ll make sure you never make it into those tights again.”
He scowls, “I’ve been training for two months. I’m ready.”
You smile, “You’re over eager.”
“Let me guess, Dick wasn’t?”
You raise an eyebrow, “Dick had eight years of circus training to propel him forward. From the looks of it, you’re a small time thief.”
He scowls, “This is part of being the cool aunt?”
“This is me making sure my brother actually lets you out on the streets some day. He finds out about that stunt and you won’t even be allowed in the cave.” Silence lapses between you. You chat with Diane when she takes your orders.
When she’s gone, Jason asks, “Has he always been such a stick in the mud? Bruce, I mean.”
You stare at the boy, “He’s better now than when he was a kid. He kept himself very isolated after our parents died.”
“He was there, when they were killed?”
You nod, and he leans back in his seat. “He’s not all that bad. I mean he teaches me
some pretty cool things, and my new school is pretty cool.”
You smile, “You like school?”
He nods, “They offer a bunch of literature classes. It’s awesome.” And just like that you
watch the icy exterior melt away. Jason entertains you with stories from school. You don’t realize how late it is until Lew gives the signal to start cleaning up.
You drive Jason home, and give him your cell phone number. “Call me anytime you need it.”
He smiles, tosses out a “Thanks for the food, Aunt Y/N.” And runs inside. You pull away from your family home with ease. It takes a bit of time to get to the airport, and you’re on the next flight out.
You land in Central City at three a.m. and you nearly fall asleep on the ride home. Bone tired you open the door to the apartment and you freeze. You walk further in, to find a red blur zipping around the apartment.
It stops at the sight of you. Barry’s voice is soft, “Hey.”
You smile, “Hey.”
A moment of silence ticked by before Barry starts talking, “You’re homesick. I should have realized it sooner. It really was stupid of me. I mean your entire family is in Gotham, your company’s headquarters are there. You’re done setting up the satellite office here, you’ve been done for months, and to be honest I should have seen it earlier. You need a challenge, and Gotham provides that both professionally, and superhero wise. So I put in my notice at work, and Gotham PD has already taken me on. They were kind of desperate actually. And you own the apartment building, so we don’t have to worry about breaking the lease. I figure we could live at the manor for a few months, and we could get our own place close by, or maybe our own wing if you want to stay there. Wow that sounds weird … and I’m babbling. But Y/N I love you something fierce and I don’t want to lose you …”
By the time he’s done talking, he’s actually out of breath. You take the three steps needed to reach him, before throwing your arms around his neck, and kissing him. When you pull back you say, “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, but I don’t want you to give up everything for me.”
His voice is soft, “I’m not giving anything up. I don’t have much left here. Iris is married, and pregnant. Joe is getting ready to retire, Wally can more than handle the City, and to be completely honest I’d follow you to the ends of the Earth, because Y/N you’re my home.”
You kiss him again, long and slow, before pulling back and asking the question you’d intended all along, “Barry Allen, will you marry me?”