Prompt: Idk if requests are open now, pretty sure they are??? Can I make a request between the batfamily with a batsis who’s like a year younger than Tim and she discovered she was Bruce’s daughter out of wedlock and it becomes this huge scandal or something in Gotham and her mom has her live with Bruce cus the dad who brought her up starts becoming more abusive? Also she has half siblings from her mom lol. Thanks!
Requested by: ANON
AN: I really enjoyed writing this, hopefully you enjoy it too!
“You know, I used to wonder what it would be like to be famous.”
You glance at your best friend, “I don’t like it so much. Everywhere I go there’s some jerk trying to take my picture, and I can’t even go to the grocery store without there being some kind of whispering.”
Artemis sighs, “I guess all that stuff about the grass being greener on the other side is true.”
You let out a small grunt, “My step-dad tried to sneak pictures of me to sell the other day.”
“He’s scum. You’ve known that since your mom brought him home.”
You nod, “You’re sure it’s okay that I stay at your place?”
Artemis’ smile is kind, “Totally. I’ve got the guest bed all made up, and my mom is totally down for it. Lord knows you spend more time at our place than yours anyway.” You smile. That was completely true. From the time you had met Artemis back in elementary school, the two of you had been best friends.
You had bonded over less than stellar parental figures, and the friendship had grown into a sisterhood from there. “Speaking of dads, have you heard anything from yours?”
“Nope. Haven’t heard anything since I took him down during the New Year.”
You nod, as the final bell rings. One glance out the window reveals the waiting paparazzi. Artemis’ solution and quick and simple, “Sneak out the back?”
You nod, “Right behind you.” It’s a bit difficult in the standard issue Gotham Academy skirt, but the two of you make it over the wall with few problems. The alley way you’re forced to walk down is more than a little sketchy, but you’re both prepared.
You’ve almost cleared it when the first guy appears. The others come seconds later. You’re outnumbered ten to two, but you know they don’t stand a chance. You take Artemis’s bag, and you watch her go to work.
You watch with mild fascination, you’d seen her do it countless times before, most of them against you or Sportsmaster. You know the name of every move she performs, and how to execute it. You choose not to.
When you had called her your sister you had meant it. Sportsmaster had seen something in you from the first time he had caught you hanging out with Artemis outside of the school. What had followed was years of training, and excuses to your mother. More than once, you had thought about leaving; finding the first bus out and never looking back.
But you had stayed for your sister. The two of you had fallen together, bled together, and fought together. Artemis had chosen to keep using her abilities even after her mother had scared the man off. You had chosen to let them fade… except you couldn’t.
Somehow, you still found yourself going through the same exercises on a daily basis. More often than not, you found a reason to spar with Artemis, or put yourself in some sort of danger that would require your skills. The adrenaline high was addictive, and you were at its mercy.
Which is why, when that first thug breaks through and charges you, you drop the bags and charge him back. Several quick jabs have him on the ground. Your legs propel you forward, and on instinct, Artemis crouches, you use her back as a stepping point, so that when you jump you have enough momentum to bring down three of the guys. You tuck and roll into a standing position, before taking out another one. Artemis uses your shoulders as a spring-off point as she flips backwards, nailing a guy in the teeth.
By the time you’re done, the both of you are scraped up and bruised, but you don’t feel the pain. All you can feel is the rush. The two of you walk to her apartment, where her mother meets you at the door. You can see the worry on her face, and all you can do is offer a smile before you go and shower.
You spend the weekend there, more at home with Artemis and her mom than with your own parents. Even better, the paparazzi have no clue as to where you are. You suspect even your parents don’t know. You prefer it that way.
Which is why, when there’s a knock on the door, you and Artemis are both a bit surprised. No one knocks in this neighborhood, and no one just stops by. Mrs. Crock however, doesn’t look surprised.
The two of you make your way to the door, and when you open it you’re met with the face of your sperm donor.