He was an arrogant boy, struggling as he was pulled between the legacy of being born to kill and the promise that he could change for the better. She saw the world through the eyes of her fatalistic mother, but was forbidden to make sense of it on her own. They shouldn’t work together. But Gotham made their lives align despite all of that.
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Damian watched silently as Y/N led them through the streets of Gotham, extremely confident in her directions.
“How do you know where you’re going?” He finally asked.
“All three of us have trackers on us at all times, so we always know how to find each other.”
Damian thought about how Bruce was always tracking all of them. But that didn’t go the same way for him. So much of Bruce’s tactics were a one-way road. Never reciprocated, and rarely ever even communicated.
Y/N stopped walking for a second and faced him.
“Listen, I really don’t need your help.” She took in a shaky breath. “Go home, Damian.”
“No,” was all he said in return.
Y/N rolled her eyes and started walking again, increasing her speed.
“God, you’re so fucking stubborn,” she muttered under her breath.
Absolutely perfect! Couldn’t have asked for a better ending. In love with how you write and also really appreciated your pictures. It make it so much easier to visualize everything. Incredible work hon!
He was an arrogant boy, struggling as he was pulled between the legacy of being born to kill and the promise that he could change for the better. She saw the world through the eyes of her fatalistic mother, but was forbidden to make sense of it on her own. They shouldn’t work together. But Gotham made their lives align despite all of that.
“Sunflower, I brought you something to eat,” Harley gently told her as she placed the food down. “And I brought you a margarita – extra strong.”
“Thanks,” Y/N managed to mumble through her sniffling.
But she didn’t even look at the food or drink.
“Wanna talk about it, baby?” Harley asked as she sat on the edge of the bed.
Yes, the woman was out of her mind most of the time. But she loved Y/N like she was her own daughter. And she still had her PHD. And therefore, she was surprisingly more qualified for these talks than Ivy most of the time.
“It’s all my fault, Harley.” Y/N whimpered. “Mother wouldn’t be in Arkham if I hadn’t been such a fucking idiot.”
