Request from @freedomfighterposts Request to have a Zatanna x fem reader where Zatanna wants to practise more of her physical abilities and seeks out reader who trains people like Jason Todd to help train her. Zatanna gets enamoured by readers sweaty, glistening abs and muscles and acts very submissive to reader but then Z uses magic to impress reader into getting a fancy date which reader isnt the most comfortable with where its zatannas turn to act dominant.

I am aware that Zatanna was a part of the original group for Young Justice, but I have decided to ignore that for the sake of this story. In this Imagine Zatanna joined Young Justice around the time Donna Troy did. I got a little carried away with this one. Sorry

You lived your life by two rules: Keep moving, and don’t get killed. They seemed to be simple rules, but somehow they consumed your entire life.

You had been a nomad of sorts since you turned fifteen, moving from place to place just long enough so that you could survive. That all changed when you met a half feral Jason Todd. He was scared, strong and angry, just arising from the Lazurus pit, and you felt pity. So you taught him how to fight, and how to kill, his previous mentor had done a good job with defensive techniques, but Jason had been sorely lacking on the offensive.

When Jason announced he was going home, you went with him. Because why the hell not? You had already been in one place too long, and you liked Jason, he was like a little brother.

In Gotham, after the whole debacle with Jason and his father, Jason introduced you to the Batman. Jason said you were the best trainer out there, and Batman didn’t believe it.

Batman asked to spar with you, no weapons, just one on one. You knew Batman was strong, he was an inch or two taller than Jason, who towered over you, and he was seemingly built with all muscles. Besides that he had experience. But you agreed, because Jason wanted this, and you would do anything for the stupid boy.

You and Batman circled each other, your fists raised to fight. He attacked first, coming at you with a powerful swing. You planted yourself to look as if you were going to block the move, but at the last second circled away. Batman stumbled forward slightly, but he turned quickly with a kick to you gut. It knocked you back, but you countered with three rapid punches.

The fight went on for fifteen minutes, before Batman finally knocked you down. You were both sweaty and tired.

From beneath his cowl you saw Batman grin slightly, he had won, but you had put up one hell of a fight. Almost his equal in the match.

“If you want Y/N.” Batman said, “I have a job for you.”

And you did want, because it let you be close to your chosen brother. Batman appointed you the trainer of Young Justice, a group of teenage heroes. And your first lesson would be the following day.

You arrived in Mount Justice about a half hour early, Jason by your side. He was no longer a member of the little sidekick group, but he wanted to be here with you on your first day. You didn’t tell him you were grateful, but he knew.

He knew you weren’t the best with social interactions, a side effect of living on the road for so long, connections were hard for you to make. Jason being here was his way of supporting you.

The Young Justice members came into the room, most one time, a few moments late.

“To start I want to train one on one with each of you. Five minutes sparring with me, see where you are all at. And no use of powers, I want to see your innate ability.” You stated, and began to pull your shirt over your head, leaving you in a sports bra.

You shirt covered you face when you heard running footsteps, the a voice breathlessly saying, “Sorry that I’m…”

The girl trailed off, and you threw your shirt to the side seeing a youn g woman with long black hair and a ridiculous costume. She was staring at you with a slack jaw and wide eyes.

“Late.” You supplied.

The girl nodded twice, still silent her mouth still hanging open. You turned away, uncomfortable with her stare, but from the corner of your eye you saw a girl nudge her in the ribs.

You called forward the members of the team one at a time to fight.

First was Donna Troy. She had lots of power, but relied too heavily on her strength.

Next was Tim Drake. His moves were calculated and with quick precision, but he had the same problem that Jason had when he started. He was inept at offensive fighting.

And it went on until it was time for Zatanna, the girl who had stared at you. She shuffled to the center of the ring, her get up was terrible for fighting. Tights, High Heels, and at tuxedo jacket?

She wasn’t as bad as you thought she would be, which wasn’t saying much. She was able to spin kick, and do acrobatic flips, but she wasn’t able to really fight.

When all the sidekicks were done fighting, and Jason was done snickering at their attempts, you clapped you hands together once. You looked at each of them, they were all woefully untrained, and those with special abilities relied too heavily on them.

“You all did okay, but we have a lot of work to do.” You stated. “I’m going to make a schedule for training, and if any of you need just sign up for more.”

Most of the kids groaned, but you gave them a glare which shut them up.

The schedule was posted at the end of the day, most people were only one two to three times a week, but those who needed extra help, like Beast Boy and Zatanna were on the schedule five times.

Training was easy, you had been fighting your entire life, and you picked up new moves easily. You also learned the best ways to avoid injuries. So passing on your knowledge seemed fair.

You came to enjoy your daily spars, you liked fighting with Tim the best. He was quiet and took instructions well, never trying to talk with you unless to ask relevant questions. The same could not be said for the rest of your students. They all wanted to know your history and your life story, usually if you glared at them extra hard the line of questioning for the day would be done.

Zatanna however was different, she seemed quiet when she was with you, her eyes were always wide as she stared at you. When you put your hands on her to correct her posture sometimes she would jump, or flinch. You wondered what you did to this girl, and why she was so afraid of you, especially because you knew she was rather talkative with the rest of her peers.

It was your twelfth training session with Zatanna and her progress was incredibly slow. All of your other students were showing marked improvements, but Zatanna was showing nothing.

At the end of your session you looked her up and down. She was sitting on the bench, exhausted, drinking for a bottle of water, clearly she was working hard, but nothing was clicking for her.

“Zatanna.” You said, she looked up at the sound of your voice, her eyes met yours then turned away quickly. You gracefully chose to ignore that. “Next time we work together wear gym clothes, not… that.”

And for the first time since you met her you saw Zatanna bristle with emotions. Usually around you she was shy and guarded, but suddenly she looked frustrated.

“Why? What’s wrong with my uniform?” She asked defensively.

Uniform, so that’s what she called her get up.

“It’s not good for hand to hand combat, too many moving parts, and high heels.” You repled, leaning down to get a sip of water yourself.

“I don’t understand why I even need to learn this stuff.” Zatanna spoke angrily, her tone was sharp, “I have my magic. It’s all I need.”

“And if your magic fails, if someone takes it away?” You asked coldly, and you saw Zatanna open her mouth, about to mount another defense, but you continued. “What if you’re up against an enemy who is evenly matched in power. You need other skills to survive as a hero.”

You turned around an stormed out of the room, not giving  the girl a chance to respond. But the next time you trained with Zatanna, she was wearing gym clothes, and you smiled.

Zatanna’s progress was still slow, but she was doing better then before. She was still shy, an blushed whenever you gave her slight contact. It was after a particularly rough session that you finally asked.

Normally you wouldn’t pry into your student’s social life, because you didn’t want them to ask about yours, but she was different. She seemed afraid of you, and that was off-putting.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” You asked as she sipped from her waterbottle.

Zatanna almost choked, her eyes darted to you, then back to her drink, “Of course you make me uncomfortable, I mean your so hot. And all controlling, and you have glistening sweating abs, and your biceps. And oh God, I just said this all out loud.”

You stared at Zatanna shocked, people generally didn’t like you, you were stony and hard to get along with.

Zatanna looked at you, her face was a deep red by now, “I’m sorry.”

“What?” You asked dumbly.

“I made you uncomfortable didn’t I?” Zatanna sighed, “I really need to learn how to filter.”

You sat down next to Zatanna, she was looking down at her hands rather upset. You felt a pang in your chest, you didn’t like seeing her like this. So sad and worried.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” You lied. She did make you uncomfortable, but it wasn’t really because she had feelings for you, it was more because most people made you uncomfortable. You had kept everyone at an arms length before Jason, and it was hard to let anyone in now.

Zatanna looked up with a soft smile, “Really?”

“Really.” You confirmed.

You stood up, readying yourself to pack up your things. But Zatanna said something that shocked you, “Would you go, I mean would you like to go on a date with me?”

You stared at her unsure what to say, you had never been asked out before. Zatanna seemed crestfallen at your look, so you quickly smiled, not liking to see her upset.

“Sure.”

The night of your big date with Jason you were pacing in your apartment. Jason was laughing as you nervously checked your hair and reapplied make-up.

“Just be yourself.” Jason said rather unhelpfully.

“Shut up!” You shot back, making him laugh more.

You had changed your outfit three times before Zatanna knocked on your door. She arrived looking gorgeous, a well tailored suit jacket and slacks, with no shirt beneath. You could see her pale skin, and your heart fluttered at the idea.

“Come on, the restaurant is waiting.” Zatanna said with a large smile.

You smiled nervously, and nodded, following her out to the car. Jason called out behind the two of you, something about not doing anything he would do. You blushed harder.

Zatanna lead you to a glossy and sleek black car, opening the door for you. It was strange that she was so confident on this date and you were so nervous, it was as if you personalities had switched.

The restaurant was really nice, you and Zatanna had a low lit booth in the corner.

You opened your mouth, but unsure what to say you closed it again.

“Are you nervous?” Zatanna asked playfully.

“A little.” Was your honest answer. Zatanna’s smile grew wide at the news. She looked so pretty in the here.

“Wow, I thought you were super alpha female, not scared of anything.” Zatanna smirked, “It’s good to know that I am aloud to be more dominant in this relationship.”

You didn’t really know what Zatanna was talking about, but when she smiled at you everything felt safer. She talked to you the whole night, and you actually enjoyed your time.

As much as you physically protected her, teaching her to fight and all, she seemed to emotionally protect you.

Dating a Kiwi (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Request from @bookish-and-shy Hi! Can I request a female New Zealander dating Dick and hanging out with the Batfam? And they make hobbit jokes and stuff because she’s pretty short? I’ve seen Aussie specific fix’s but never kiwi ones. Sorry it’s pretty specific!! I love your work so much, you write so well! If you’re too busy to do it it’s 100% fine, I hope your brother gets better soon! Thanks!

Just a disclaimer, I found everything about New Zealand and such online so anything that is not accurate to New Zealand, blame the internet and not me. (I hope you like this, it was so fun learning about New Zealand). I also based the attitude on my one Kiwi friend and he’s a bit of a jerk, this doesn’t mean all New Zealanders are jerks, but it was what I had to work with.

-You were born and raised in New Zealand, moving to Bludhaven for school. There you felt a little like a fish out of water, when you read about America it seemed so crazy and fun (and the accents were cute), but now that you were here you just wanted to go home and if you heard one more Goddamn American asking you if you liked ‘shrimp on the barby’ you were going to kill someone.

-You and Dick met at a pub, where he said he liked your accent, and correctly identified you as a kiwi, a first in America.

-Your first date with Dick was when you invited him over to watch the Black Caps in the Cricket World Cup. He wasn’t all that interested in it, but he had a great time with you.

-You didn’t realise that he counted it as your first date, you thought that you two were just hanging out and catching the game.

-You quickly discovered that Dick’s greatest source of amusement is asking you what you call things and then telling you the English counterpart.

      -”Y/N! What do you call that?”

      -”A Chilly Bin.”

      -”In America we call them coolers.”

      -”I know Dick, I live here.”

-Dick introduces you to his family after a while and you come over for tea. And you decided that you liked Alfred the best.

-You quickly realise that many of his siblings think New Zealand slang is funny, like when you watched Jason swallow down an entire meal in less than a minute, you couldn’t help but say:

      -”He eat so much, your brother’s such a hungus.”

      -Without skipping a beat or knowing what a hungus was Jason replied, “Shut up hobbit!”

      -You could never really shake that nick name afterwards.

-You become close with all of Dick’s family, and they easily include you into their family. This means countless terrible jokes about New Zealand, Hobbit nickname for life, and all of the kids (including your traitor boyfriend) impersonating your accent terribly.

-Also everytime the boys are giving you presents they just hand you Kiwi the fruit, and everytime you yell at them, because KIWI ARE THE NATIONAL ANIMAL NOT SOME STUPID FRUIT!

-Whenever Tim sees a kiwi fruit in the supermarket he takes a picture and send you the caption ‘is this you?’

-Dick and you have a great relationship, and unbeknownst to you he bought tickets to New Zealand and a diamond ring for the trip.

Request: Could I ask for a “one bed trope” with Diana?

Thanks  @wildefire for the request, my life has sorely been laking so cute Diana.

You and Diana had been on the run for a couple of days, the world was under the incorrect assumption that she was evil. It was a ploy started by Lex Luthor, and all of the enhanced individuals on the Justice League were driven into hiding. Diana had insisted that you traveled with her, safety in small numbers or something.

The two of you had been traveling for days, and while Diana seemed to not need any sleep you truly did.

Today was the most difficult part of your journey, it was day three of no sleeping and just driving. The rain was coming down in sheets, dangerously heavy, and the wind was shaking your sturdy car slightly. And because Diana was an Amazon and didn’t really know how to drive, you were the only one who had been. You were tired and had a head ache.

“Diana, I see a motel, can we stop for tonight?” You asked, pointing out your window to a sign advertising a crappy motel with vacancy.

Diana opened her mouth, she looked like she was going to say no, but when she saw you, tired with dark bags under your eyes her face softened. Diana often forgets that you aren’t as powerful as she is.

“Okay.” Diana spoke softly, and you thanked her.

Pulling off into the motel’s parking lot, you sent Diana in to get a room, pushing the cash that Bruce had given you when he found out you needed to run into her hands. You were so tired that you figured you might fall asleep while trying to receive the keys. You forced her to leave her sword with you, which she wasn’t all to happy about but grumbiling agreed.

Diana returned to you moments later, a room key in her hands. She helped you into the room, both of your bags on her back. You opened the door to the room and you almost ran to the giant bed without a second thought, expect you realised that there was only one giant bed.

“Diana.” You muttered, you face flushed red, “There’s only one bed.”

Diana looked at you as if you were dumb, but you felt your face on fire. How could you be expected to sleep in the same bed as Diana, she was the most beautiful woman on the planet, and you were being asked to sleep in a bed with her? This was not going to end well.

“This was the only room they had.” Diana replied.

You nodded dumbly and went to sit on the edge of the bed, nervous energy suddenly replacing your tiredness.

“Are you sure we should be sleeping… together?” You asked, ignoring the double meaning, because Diana probably didn’t catch it.

This felt improper, Diana is a princess of a mystical place. And sure she is a warrior princess, but it still feels improper, as if you should be on the floor or something.

“Of course.” Diana waved her hand dismissively, sitting on the other side of the bed and tugging off her shoes.

You felt the flush deepen, but followed suit. When you finished getting on your sleepingware you turned to see Diana only in her underwear, you almost choked on your own spit. She is beautiful, and Amazonian model, and you were about to sleep in the same bed as the scantily clad woman.

“Is this alright?” Diana asked noticing your reaction.

“No-Yeah. I mean it’s alright, lets go to bed.” You replied stumbling over your words and feeling foolish.

Diana nodded, and you slipped under the covers. Diana chose to sleep on top of the covers, her sword next to her side of the bed. She had insisted on sleeping closer to the door, and extra layer of protection. You smiled at the thought of her protecting you.

The bed was not large, there was only about an inch of empty space between you and Diana, and you could feel her warmth, even as you burrowed under the blankets. She slept with her black to the door, facing you, and you faced her as well.

You were driting off, happily almost asleep when you felt soft fingers brush against the side of your face. Diana’s touch was feather light, so light you almost didn’t think it was there.

You were about to open your eyes, you didn’t know what you would say, but you were saved when Diana began to whisper into the darkness. Her voice was honey sweet and smooth, but quiet enough that it wouldn’t have roused you if you were awake. “My brave beautiful Y/N, thank you for coming with me.”

This was different than the warrior Diana you were used to. Her voice was so soft and sweet, kindness radiating from her words, and they filled your stomach with a warmth that you weren’t used to.

“You are so strong, coming with me. I owe you everything, you are the reason I fight and I breath.” Diana continued, still thinking you were asleep. You didn’t know what to do, what to do with this information. The most beautiful princess in the world was enamoured with you? You wanted to smile, but you were too tired.

You were too exhausted to crap your eyes open, or to speak, so instead you moved across the inch of empty space and curled up into her. After a surprised second, Diana’s strong hands wrapped around you, her hands sorching even through the blanket wrapped around you.

There was silence for a long moment, and you could feel sleep coming up to claim you. That was when you felt the kiss on your forehead, a warm and solid pressure of her lips. You wanted to smile, but you were on the edge of dreams that you weren’t even sure if this was real.

What you did know was tomorrow morning you would be talking to Diana, and telling her that you felt the same way.

Something short and sweet because I really needed some fluffy Jason.

-It took you a while to realize that Jason Todd doesn’t say “I love you”

-At first it bothered you, a lot. Because your boyfriend wouldn’t say those three words to you.

-The first time you had said it out loud was  on a night when it was just the two of you hanging out in his apartment.

-You said “I love you” and Jason just stared at you with wide eyes. There was nothing but silence for a moment and you felt your face heat up.

-You told him he didn’t have to say it back. You could understand if he wasn’t there yet. Jason had opened and closed his mouth, he was trying to force himself to say it.

-But you stoped him, because you didn’t want him to tell you like this. You wanted true genuine feelings. Not for him to say it just because you did.

-Jason didn’t look happy for the rest of the night, and you could tell the conversation bothered him. And it made you feel like shit, because you figured this signified the end. If he couldn’t love you back.

-You went home that night grumpy and upset. You lay in bed wide awake thinking about Jason.

-You really thought your relationship with Jason was going well. He opened up about parts of himself, told you about his death and resurrection. To share something that personal, you had thought that meant he felt the same way you did.

-It was then that you realized he had been saying “I love you” for months now.

-He says it when he grabs your hand, his large hand encompass yours completely and you feel warm. He says it when he gently squeezes your hand when he realizes you excited or when he rubs his thumb across the back of your hand when you’re nervous.

-Jason says “I love you” when he comes to you with a book in hand that he thinks you might like. Or when he shows you a poem that reminded him of you.

-Jason says it when you two are together in bed, in every searing kiss and every moan. When he looks into your eyes and when he drops his head to nibble at the crook of your neck.

-Jason has trouble with expressing his emotions, after everyone that had hurt him in the past, so of course he had trouble saying three little words.

-But you understood now.

-There are millions of ways to say “I love you” you just have to be willing to listen.

This is not a romantic fic, and it is gender neutral! Yay Me!

People who are always asking me for a part 2, don’t worry this one will have one. I hope you all enjoy!

TW: Cannon typical injuries, mentions of blood

You found him lying on the street. If you had been anyone else you would have probably kept moving, averted your eyes and pushed the image from your mind. But you were new to Gotham, and you still had that bleeding heart; so you walked over to the boy who lay in the grimy alley way in a too expensive suit and a bloody head.

“Hey kid.” You said, shaking his shoulder lightly, hoping the child would wake up.

The kid did, his eyes shot open, dark hazel orbs meeting your own. He looked scared and disoriented. You weren’t the most parental figure, but you suddenly wanted to wrap the child up in your arms and hold him close, tell him it would all be okay.

“Kid.” You tried again, “We need to get you to a hospital, or the cops, or something.”

This seemed to wake the kid up immediately, he looked at you with wide eyes, “No. No hospitals.”

Probably a street kid then, you nodded to yourself, because street kids never wanted to be put back into the foster system, and that broke your heart slightly. But you didn’t say that out loud.

“Listen kid,” You tried again, softly this time, “You’re bleeding from a head wound. It’s probably not good. I’m no doctor, you should really get checked out.”

The kid whipped at his forehead as if he was just noticing the blood. He didn’t say a word, just stared down at his bloodied hand.

“Come on. I’ll take you to urgent care. They don’t ask too many questions there.” You said finally, standing up and then offering him a hand up as well. The kid took it, sluggishly and you smiled at him.

He was small, but he was deceptively heavy, probably all muscles. But his weight meant you couldn’t carry him, you would just have to help support his weight. The two of you made it to the free clinic in good time, and in almost complete silence, aside from a few groans of pain.

While the two of you sat in the waiting room the boy attached himself to you, it was like he imprinted on you. You were filling out paperwork fo the kid, in preparation for him to see the doctor.

“What’s your name kid?” You asked not looking up from the file, you expected a quick answer, and after a moment of silence you looked at the child sitting next to you. He looked horrified, he didn’t even know his own name, he must of hit his head really hard.

“Shit kid,” You whispered, “You’ve got to–”

Fear and panic swam into the kid’s eyes, “No please, I can’t go…” He trailed off.

This kid was terrified of something, and he didn’t even know what it was. You felt pity for him, you couldn’t throw him back to the wolves that was the foster system. You wanted to protect him, which was odd, because you had never felt an urge like this before.

“Fine, fine. For now you are going to say you are Ian L/N.” You whispered pulling a name out of your ass, “and you are my baby brother. Got it?”

The kid nodded, “Ian.” He said in confirmation.

The nurse didn’t say anything when you gave her the paperwork, but she did look between you and the little boy. She didn’t seem to believe you were related. But this was the bad part of Gotham, and the boy was still clinging to you as if his life depended on it, so she didn’t say a word.

A few hours later Ian returned to you, his head was sewn shut with three stitches, and the tired nurse explained that he had a concussion and that probably caused his memory loss. The memories would return in their own time, and that you shouldn’t force them. She said that with a concussion he shouldn’t do anything that provided too much brain power, and absolutely no electronics. Then she sent the two of you home.

You didn’t know what to do with the kid, Ian now, but you couldn’t just leave him on the street again. So you took him to your home, it was a small studio apartment with barley enough to take care of yourself, let alone a child. But you heated him up some canned soup, and then put him to bed in your bed, while you took the scratchy couch.

That night you dreamed of nothing.

It was a week after you had found Ian, and you were gladly getting into the routine of him being in your house. You would leave early in the morning for work, always giving him a kiss on the forehead and making him promise to take it easy with his concussion. You would come home after your shift with new foods, those that an eight year old (you were assuming he was eight, he looked young) might like. Then together you would take a short walk around the block, and Ian’s face would light up everytime he saw an animal. You loved it when he smiled, for a small kid he was too serious, except when he saw a dog or cat. He would always ask the owner if he could pet the animal.

It was a normal night for the two of you, he was reading one of your old books, and you were cooking dinner for the two of you. You heard the book fall to the ground. You turned around scared, because Ian was surprisingly agile, and you had never seen him drop anything. He was staring at you, his hazel eyes wide and scared.

“Y/N.” He whispered it, it was a terrified whisper, and you ran to him, abandoning the dinner. “Y/N, I remember my name. It’s Damian. I’m Damian – I am Damian something.”

Ian–Damian, was crying now, and you didn’t know what to do. This kid didn’t show his range of emotions a lot, so you just reached around him and gave him a hug.

“Why can’t I remember who I am?” Damian asked softly.

“You will. I know you will soon.” You whispered.

The dinner was forgotten and went cold, but you kept holding Damian as he cried. And you were okay with that.

Damian’s concussion had faded away, and you were worried about him being in your apartment all day, it might look like kidnapping or something, so you enrolled him in school, under the name Damian L/N.

After his first day of school you treated him to a night out, you couldn’t afford a fancy dinner, but you went to a small greasy diner and ordered him an ice cream. You asked him how his day was, and Damian told you that everyone at his school was an imbecile, and you laughed.

You don’t know exactly when it happened, but Damian had somehow wormed his way into your heart, and now you couldn’t imagine your life without him.

You couldn’t imagine walks without him stopping every dog owner to ask if he could pet them.

You couldn’t imagine going to the park without him playing with a stick, acting like it was a sword. (You had noticed he was all too good with it.)

And you definitely couldn’t imagine Friday nights when you two would curl up in your chair and watch movies, Damian likes action movies, and you indulged him.

You worried about the fact that Damian still hadn’t regained any of his memories from before he was with you. You tried to get him to go to the clinic, but every time he would conveniently disappear and not come back until you sighed that you wouldn’t take him. From his fears of the police and the hospitals, you figured it was a life he didn’t really want to remember so you tried not to push it too hard.

The two of you had been together for six months when everything changed, and you were so happy about it. Damian was home from school, his homework spread out on your table and you were happily reading a new book from the library.

Damian without looking up from his home work said, “Hey mother, I need you to sign a permission slip for me.”

Damian didn’t even notice that he called you mother, but you certainly did. You stared dumbfounded at the boy at the table, you heart soaring. You had never felt so good, so accomplished, in your entire life. Damian saw you as a mother, and you (God help you) saw him as a son as well.

“Y/N” Damian said again, this time looking up, “Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah Dami. I’ll sign it.” You were still smiling like a fool and Damian noticed, but he said nothing.

The field trip was on Monday and you and Damian were on your daily walk to the park. It was growing colder, and the sun was going down earlier. Damian had insisted he didn’t need a jacket, and his teeth were now chattering, but he was too stubborn to admit he was cold, and you were laughing silently at the ordeal.

“We better get going.” You told Damian, looking at the fast darkening sky, “It’s getting dark, so no petting any dogs okay.”

You loved Gotham, but it was not the type of place that you wanted to be at night, even if Batman would protect you.

“TT. I’m not afraid of the dark.” Damian huffed.

“Well I am Dami. So we better get going.” You replied automatically.

“I will protect you if anything happens Umi.” Damian boasted, he had started calling you Umi about three months ago, and after your initial confusion you googled it to learn that Umi was Mom in arabic. Which was at least one clue into his past.

“I know you will kid.”

They two of you were about two blocks from your apartment, the sun had already dipped below the horizon, when none other than the Batman jumped in front of the two of you. You pulled Damian behind you, putting yourself between your kid and a grown man with a weird fursona.

“You.” The Batman seethed, his voice was gravelly and dark. He sounded like he was going to kill you, and you knew the Batman didn’t kill so you were terrified. “Stole him away from me.”

Him?

Did Batman know your Damian? Was that his life before you, as the Robin? No wonder the kid was bloody and bruised when you met him.

“No,” Damian said, trying to get out from behind you, but you wouldn’t let him. Because you be damned if you kid got hurt by a costumed vigilante. “No father, she didn’t steal me. She saved me.”

While you couldn’t see the Batman’s face, you could feel his palpable shock at Damian’s words. They mirrored your own shock, because Father?

“Young man,” You said, not looking at Damian, because you still were keeping yourself between him and the Batman (who apparently is his father), “You told me you didn’t remember your past. You lied to me?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this here.” Damian huffed, stepping around you so he could see the Batman fully.

Damian sighed and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards your apartment, “Come on.”

The Batman followed behind you silently, and it was awkward to say the least, for a vigilante to be walking behind you and your kid, him towering over your shoulder. You could feel the Batman’s eyes on you, as if this were all your fault, and not his for leaving his son to bleed out in a dirty alley way.

As soon as you three all entered your apartment, Batman rounded on Damian.

“You left. You were gone for almost a year, do you know how worried I was. I thought you had died!”

“I didn’t die, I was completely safe. Y/N was taking care of me.” Damian replied shortly, one hand was curled into a ball, and the other was still holding your own. It reminded you of the first day you had him, when he wouldn’t let go of you, as if you were his life line.

“But I didn’t know that!” Batman countered, raising his voice so that you flinched. Damian squeezes your hand tighter, stepping a little in front of you, as if he was protecting you. The movement didn’t escape Batman’s knowledge, and he took a deep breath to calm himself.

“Damian.” You spoke softly, and the boy turned to look up at you, his big hazel eyes wide and full of terror. You never raised your voice at the boy, and you wouldn’t start now, “You should have told him where you were. You should have told me you remembered you past. Why didn’t you?”

And you could see the tears gathering in Damian’s eyes. He acted so strong and mature, sometimes you forgot that he was still just a child. You kneeled down and pulled him into a tight hug, “He would have taken me away from you. And I didn’t want to leave Umi. I wanted to stay with you.”

You looked at the Batman, who was watching the display carefully, and you wondered if he would take your son away.

Finally Batman sighed, and he pulled down his mask, revealing the face of the billionaire Bruce Wayne. You wanted to be shocked that you knew who Batman was, but right now you could only focus on the child in your arms. You stared at Bruce Wayne, and pleaded with your eyes, you couldn’t let your boy go.

“We’ll figure this out Damian.” Bruce Wayne finally whispered. “I won’t take her away from you.”