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It was like any other day when you met him. A busy work day at the hospital and after that your shift of 3 busy hours at Arkham. The criminals there were unique but passionate. You didn't treat them any different though. And unknown to you that was refreshing for most them. Being able to see your smiling face and hear sarcastic jokes was a good change of scenery from the dry, condescending doctors, nurses and officers.

You were walking through a dark alley; a short cut to your home. You knew someone has been following you but if they wanted to hurt you they should of done it already. Glancing over your shoulder you saw a male silhouette in the shadow. You didn't recognize them and let out a sigh in unexcitement already knowing what was going to happen before his hand was around your neck.

“What's a pretty little thing like you doing out this late.. Don't you know there's dangerous people like me out at night?” he whispered into your neck as he forced your arms above your head.

“To be frank, I find more intimidation in a Chihuahua than you. And they're basically growly rat dogs.”

“W-what did you just say bitch?”

“Are you deaf as well? I said I find more intimidation in a Chi-”

You didn't get to finish your sentence because of a harsh slap to the cheek causing your head to snap to the side making you see stars.

“Little girls that talk too much get punished..” he growled into your ear. You wanted to protest and say that you're probably only a few years younger than him but the feeling of cold metal was against your neck. You stiffened immediately, trying to think of a way to get out of this. You wanted to use your powers but at the same time you didn't want to rely on a gift for everything that goes on in your life. “Move and I'll slit your throat.”

“Ahh.. There's knife. Of course there's a knife.” You mumbled under your breath. Cursing your luck, you stayed still as the knife pressed deeper into your neck causing a small amount of blood to pool at the tip of the blade.

The man smirked seeing that you were silent and dragged the knife down slowly cutting your shirt. “Not so tough now are you? Let's see what you look like under these clothes. This is your own fault. If you would just let it happen then I wouldn't need the knife. By the way the names Drew, I wanna hear you scream it while I’m working got it slut?”

By now your shirt was cut half way down exposing your black lace bra that held your brown breast. When he reached out to pin you down however you used it as a chance to stop messing around. Your hand found his wrist and you quickly moved to force it behind his back. You kicked the back of his leg causing him to fall to the ground as you kept a tight hold on him. His arm mad a sickening crack as your forced it up higher with a growl.

“I don't know who you think you are, Drew, but never call me a slut again got it?” But in a blink of an eye you were thrown off and a tall figure in all black stood protectively over you.

“That's enough. Are you ok Miss?” the person said. Looking up you held back a gasp knowing who it was.

“Batman?”

“Miss, are you ok? Did this man hurt you anywhere? I know you had it handled but it doesn't hurt to check.” he asked again not breaking eye contact with the scared man.

“No I'm fine thank you. He only cut my shirt. I’ve met dogs scarier than him to be honest.” You said with a smile as you stood up slowly so you didn't get whiplash.

“Good. Now if you don't mind I’ll be taking him with me to the station.”

“No its ok I forgive him.”

“What?” they both said in shock. Batman finally turning to look at you to check you over.

“Ma’am Are you sure you’re alright? Did you hit your head?” he walked around you checking for any injuries while making sure to keep an eye on the man.

“Yeah I’m fine. Stuff like this happens all the time.” You said with a shrug. Your nonchalant attitude toward almost being raped was shocking and saddening to both men. “I’m just glad my family wasn't around or this guy would end up dead like all the others.”

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“Wait what?” Drew said finally speaking up.

“If you wanna take him though that’s up to you Batman.” you said with a shrug. With Batman focused on you Drew was able to creep away. Holding his dislocated shoulder he turned the corner and ran away “Welp he’s gone now anyway, it doesn't matter.”

Bruce turned his head to see that man did in fact get away, and he was ready to pursue him but the hand on his cape brought him to a stop, but he didn't turn around this time. Instead, he kept an eye on the other end of the alley as you let go of him to speak. “Its almost midnight. I think it would best for you to go home instead of running after a low life, Bruce. You have a gala to go to tomorrow after all.”

“You’re ri- Wait.. what did you call me?” Bruce felt his blood run cold as he turned to look at you. Only to see you weren't there. No evidence of your existence left behind at all, only his memory.

“Shit.”

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Stretching out your neck, you dropped your bag at the foot of your bed and peeled off your soiled shirt. Teleportation is something you didn't like to do often from long distances but it did help when you needed to get out of awkward situations, like the one you just escaped from. You couldn't believe you let that slip, sure you knew for years now that he was Batman but that was a secret you had not meant to expose. It was hard at first but to be honest you knew that chin and jawline anywhere. It looked like it was sculpted by the gods and could cut diamonds after all, and it was on almost graffitied bill boarded in the narrows. At first you thought it was just a coincidence but then you saw his equipment and car in action a few times on the way home from work, and after some digging you found the net cost of it all after finding out what type of car it was from your sister. And first of all a custom built Mercedes-Benz Maybach Exelero is well over 8 million dollars, nobody in Gotham had that type of money expect the .5% and even more digging showed that that much would leave many of them bankrupt leaving behind an even smaller amount of people, and then the only way to find out was just who was willing to give the Bat that much money, Bruce Wayne was the only one to support the Bat. And the cost of everything can't just be given for free, especially not when what someone was doing is illegal. Or when you can’t buy a car like that in cash or wire that much money without the police getting involved. So it didn't leave much room for who else could be doing it.

You kept this to yourself, however. Something like this was pretty serious after all, and even though you didn't support the violence he used, it did keep bad people at bay. A sigh escaped your mouth as you were left in your underwear, taking off your bra, you put on a large shirt that reached past your thighs and peeked out your room. “Ma! I'm home! Are the twins here!?” a scream was heard from kitchen causing you to teleport straight there. “Ma? Are you-”

You didn't get to finish you sentence due to the tray that hit you in the face. Holding your face as you bent over groaning your mother clutched her chest. “CHild wHat have I TOLD you about that shit!?” she cried out still clutching her chest, feeling like her heart would leap out at any moment. “You see!? That's what you get! I ain't gonna say sorry either!” the rest of her words were mumbled in anger at the surprise of your appearance.

“Oh god.. Mommy! WHY!? Seriously? The Tray!?” you groaned out as you held your sore nose, normally you didn't raise your voice at your mother but right now seemed like a pretty reasonable time.

“I’m not saying sorry. Do you see where we live? And you wan go an’ creep up behind people.” she said simply as she turned her back to face you, placing the tray on the counter as she wiped it down. “Since you here season the chicken. I don't wanna do it.”
Unable to argue with your mother and win, you swallowed down your pride and the pain in your face as you obeyed her, putting on the glove needed to season the meat. While you seasoned the chicken to be put in the oven she started the rice and beans. At least now you had lunch for a good 2 days from the leftovers that you'll have from this.

Silence surround the two of you in the kitchen as you both worked on your own assigned part of dinner. The silence isn't bad per se but given the current circumstances it was awkward. “How was work Y/n?” your mother finally said to break the silence.

“Work at the hospital was fine. Arkham was the same as usual, but I got assigned a new person to my rounds.” you explained softly as you placed the freshly seasoned chicken in the roaster pot and putting on the tray cover you were assaulted with on top.

“A new person?”

“Yeah some new girl that actually used to be a doctor there. I'm not allowed to tell you anything more than that though” you explained, as you placed the pot in the already preheated oven. Said doctor was a woman about your age, she was a few years old though, and after giving the Joker therapy she changed and started working with and for him. She even fell in love with his abusive ways. She was kind though, and you felt so bad for her but you didn't show it. She didn't need pity, nor would she want it.

Time passed by as the kitchen got hotter, one of the many results of cooking in an apartment. The two of you continued to talk as you helped make dinner, conversations never going dry as something new popped into both or your heads. By the time dinner was completely ready, rice beans, and veggies included, the kitchen felt like a sauna and the open window didn't feel like much. Since the food was done your mother took a plateful of food and went to her room, most likely to watch one of her shows. Looking at the time it was past midnight, 1 in the morning, and with your jobs, eating dinner this late was a family norm. Your siblings shouldn't be home for another hour, probably to scold you about not waiting for the car to pick you up from Arkham. They cared, that much you knew, but sometimes they cared too much when its not needed. A sigh escaped your lips as you got your own plate and sat alone at the table to eat, a normal occurrence for you.

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Bruce sat in his large chair, staring at the many screens of the new and improved bat computer. Faces flashed into his visions as he looked at every existing doctor and nurse in Arkham Asylum. His leg bounces as he searched hospital roster after roster, the face he was looking for not popping up for at all. This made his nervous. A woman, with virtually no evidence of her existence, knew his real identity, but he didn't even know her. And then to make things worse she’s from the narrows, were most criminals reside. It's been almost 5 days since the incident and Bruce hasn't gotten a wink of sleep yet. Knowing that a complete stranger new of both his identities left him on edge especially when he was at the gala. While he was good at hiding what he was feeling he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad would happen. He didn't even turn when he heard Alfred's steps leading to the Batcave.

"Master Bruce, I have the concoction, you call a drink, like you ordered." Already said smoothly as he placed the hot tea cup down with the coaster. Bruce nodded in acknowledgement as he picked up the cup to take a sip of the hot drink. To anyone else it appeared to be regular coffee, but it was actually imported beans from India that had triple the amount of caffeine. And to make matters worse instead of being brewed with water it was brewed with monster and red bull. Bruce knew it wasn't healthy, but when you've been up for almost 4 days it definitely help get work done. "Still searching Master Bruce?"

"Yeah. I feel like I've gotten nowhere in this such though." Bruce mumble into the cup. The 24 year old man bounced his leg as he continued to invade countless people's privacy in search of a woman he didn't even know the name of. Alfred huffed in annoyance as he looked down at the young man he practically raised since he was 8.

"Master Bruce."

"Yes Alfred?"

"Master Bruce, it's been 4 days." 

"I know Alfred."

"Go to sleep, Master Bruce."

"I'm almost done."

"You said that 2 days ago Master Bruce."

Bruce rolled his eyes at the sass of the older man but he knew that Alfred meant well. Pulling away from the computer he stared into the eyes of his longtime companion and father figure. "Ok how about a deal?" 

"There is no need for compromise Master Bruce. You need to go to bed. It's been 4 days sir. You are not a child any longer, I should not have to remind you of that." Alfred said simply as he ascended up the many stairs of the cave.

"I'll sleep after patrol tonight! Promise!" Bruce called out causing Alfred to stop at the top of the stairs and roll his eyes.

"Just whom are you trying to convince sir? If it is I, you'd have to try harder than that." the door was closed behind him, leaving Bruce alone in the large cave as he continued his search based on race, gender, and age. It was around 6pm when he finally stepped away from the computer to get ready, much to Alfred's disapproval. He was still working with four days of no sleep, but that didn't stop him from going on patrol. With Alfred at the bat computer, Bruce drove around Gotham for a few hours and jumped into fights when it was needed. But throughout patrol his mind continues to wander back to the e/c colored mystery woman. He couldn't get you out of his head he didn't know if he was worried for his identity, or  just intrigued by the way you carry yourself. Without even realizing it he ended up driving himself back to the Narrows where he first met you. Passing by the alley he didn't see anything out of the ordinary so he continued to drive to the only clue he had on about you, to Arkham. He was hoping that he'd get something, anything, that led to him finding out who exactly you were and how you knew who he was. But even he knew that was wishful thinking.

When he arrived to Arkham Asylum it was around 11:30, around the same time he met you a few days ago. So if you were to see you now would be the best time. stalking someone is not how Bruce imagine how he would spend this evening but almost 16 years ago he didn't imagine he would be spending his time as a caped vigilante either. 

For the next month most of his time was revolved around finding you. He knew you were in the area just not when, where, or even why. It was almost as if you vanished without a trace, and this left him worried. Even with everything he learned during his world tour he had picked up many things, including tracking, but it seems like you were a ghost within society. Like you were there only for those who believed it, but only appeared when you want it to. To say this is all stressing him out would be an understatement, and he knew it was stressing out Alfred as well. It came to the point that even as Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy, he couldn't focus. His mind still wrapped around you wondering if you were going to attack or not, wondering if you are foe or friend, wondering if you were somebody he knew in the past. With how much time you spend thinking about you he started to believe that maybe you were Magic. How else would he be completely entranced with somebody he said less than 50 words to?

Seeing that his search was getting nowhere, he finally decided to give it a break and go back to his normal duties as Batman. While he was Bruce Wayne, he continued to be the billionaire playboy that everybody knew and loved. While he knew that this wasn't going to be the end of it, he also knew better than to follow a path that's already gone cold. But he knew better than to leave it be completely, instead he surveyed the area every once in awhile to see if you ever show up again. This way he wasn't failing his duties as Batman, but he also wasn't giving up on finding the person, that for some reason, knew his identity either. He wasn't even back for a full year yet, but his identity was already known by a stranger. 

A sigh escaped the young man as he fixed his tie, getting ready for this months charity event. Something that has started to become more of a chore each time he went.

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Bruce sat in his spacious office within Wayne enterprise. He didn't have another meeting until 3pm and he's done most of his work for the day, leaving him free to do what he wished. So to pass the time his mind wandered as he tapped his pen against the mahogany desk in front of him. He had a close one two weeks ago with Harley, and he felt bad that he manipulated her into calling Joker which ultimately resulted with her in the ICU, but he had no other choice. That woman was clever when she needed to be and insanely strong, it's a shame Joker completely manipulated her to be so loyal the way he did.

A groan escaped Bruce as he leaned back into his office chair and ran his fingers through his black hair. Her hospital bill was already anonymously paid by him as a sorry excuse of an apology but that wasn't his only concern. It's now going on week 7 without finding that woman and it was driving him crazy. 

Vibrations went off in his phone causing him to break out of his trace and take it out, the screen came to life to show a phone call from Alfred. 

"Hey Alfred, did you find anything?"

"No sir, But Harley Quinn has awoken Master Bruce. According to her doctor, she woke up first last week but it was for a brief, very short, amount of time." came Alfred's smooth voice through the other line.

"Harley's under a close watch right, in case the Joker tries something?" 

"Yes Master Bruce. Guards are stationed at her room entrance and her doctor is with her at all times." 

"That's good. Send me her doctor's information please Alfred."

"Sending it now sir." 

The screen of his work computer turned dark blue as Alfred accessed from the batcave. The load time was slow at first, the screen turning blue as the clicker showed the light blue loading circle. After a few more seconds the screen loaded completely, showing him the employee profile of the doctor in charge of Harley's wellbeing.

“Kevin Atso… and the nurse Alfred?"

"The next person is not a nurse, They're also a doctor but in this case it seems loke they are more of an assistant doctor, Master Bruce, but sending it as well sir."

Bruce took a sip of his warm morning coffee calmly as he watched his screen closely. And it took everything within himself not choke when a familiar face finally popped up. "Alfred... Load more info on her." 

"Yes Master Bruce."

Bruce fixed himself in his seat and sat up straight. Placing down his person phone Bruce picked the office phone to ring his secretary. Sarah was a woman with a fair temperate, she calm collected an overall enjoy to talk to when Bruce was bored. Sure, she had her flirty moments, and sometimes Bruce may or may not give in, but she was good at her job and that's all that mattered, at least to Bruce. "Sarah clear my schedule for the rest of the day until further notice. Something important came up." 

"Ok Mr. Wayne."  

As quickly as the conversation started it was done and Bruce was back on the phone with Alfred. Bruce's eyes quickly scanned over the profile that consisted of a small amount of information on you. Your name, your date of birth, where you were born, and your age was all that was listed on your employee identification page of the Gotham City Hospital. And it was strange to say the least due to the fact that your address was not listed. "Alfred, that's her." 

"The woman you have been searching for Master Bruce?"

"Yeah. And her being Harley's doctor is less than ideal. I'm gonna head down there now as myself and then later as soon as the sun starts to set, can you get the suit ready?" Bruce explained as he quickly got up and started gathering his things after sending the information to his phone and shutting down his computer. Alfred's voice sounded through on his headset as Bruce's expensive coat came on and he closed up his office. If he came now as himself he could probably at least see you without any eyebrows being raised. But when he went later as Batman at least he'd be able to talk to you more freely. Or at least he hoped he would. "I'm on my way now to the hospital now, Alfred." 

Sarah and Bruce exchanged a wave of goodbye and with that Bruce was off and on his way back home despite it only being 1:30pm. Thoughts ran through his head about who you could be, and as he unlocked his car he started to think the worst. "Alfred is there anymore stuff you can find on her?" 

"As of now, no sir. But I'll keep looking."

"Ok thanks Alfred."

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As expected, when Bruce walked through the doors of the hospital the staff and some press had already been alerted of his incoming visit.  There were many doctors and nurses around to greet him and a few pictures taken of him as well. Compliments and praise were thrown his way as he smiled and waved at those who did the same to him. To anyone else he was just a rich person trying to get in good with the press for visiting a hospital, but Bruce was here for more than that. 

"Mr. Wayne! What brings you here!?" came the voice of a man from behind him, turning around Bruce held out his hand to the man he saw on the screen just moments ago. 

"Dr. Kevin Atso right? I've heard so much about you. Young and already making a name for yourself. Good for you. Do you mind giving me a tour of the hospital? You and maybe another person, someone of your choice. I don't exactly need an entourage." Bruce said with a million dollar smile causing Kevin to blush slightly at the praise. Next to him stood Lance who offered a shy wave to Bruce which he returned as he was lead to the elevator by the two of them. 

"Wait for me Mr. Wayne!" came a high pitched voice. Groans escaped Kevin and Lance at the familiar voice, the only one showing their disapproval being Lance. Bruce held the elevator open for the loud woman reluctantly and when he was able to get a good look at her he could see she was very good looking. She was slightly tanned and skinny but did have small curves that gave her a womanly figure. Her dirty blonde hair was neatly curled down her back and her hazel eyes held a look Bruce knew all too well. She wore freshly applied make up that was still oxidizing and dark blue scrubs that were tighter than it should be for a nurse with the top three buttons of her shirt unbuttoned, showing off her breast. Once she was in Kevin pressed the button for the less active floor of the day where most patients were currently resting."Thank you so much Mr. Wayne!"

Lance groaned even louder as he leaned against the railing of the elevator, rolling his eyes, even as Daisy glared at him. Bruce chuckled smoothly, but hoped the new member wouldn't stall or interfere with the reason why he was here.

"Mr. Wayne this is Daisy-Lyn Jones. She's one of the nurses here." Kevin explained as he gave a forced smile. Bruce nodded and gently took her hand, placing a soft kiss on it while giving her a wink. Daisy giggled bashfully and held her cheek with her other hand as a blush spread across her face.

"Yeah that's me. And I'm single if you're interested." 

'She's bold I'll give her that.' Bruce thought to him as he stood up straight. His eyes turned back to the Kevin and Lance, never losing his smile. "I just remembered. I've also heard loads of great stuff about a doctor named Y/n L/n. Is it possible if-" 

"Her? What would you possibly need with her Mr. Wayne's? She's not worth your time, and besides she's busy." Daisy cut in, her fake kindness gone as a sneer spread across her face at the mention of your name. Bruce's face changed into one of confusion as he tried to assess the situation. Why did this seemingly nice woman have such an ill will against you? Should he be worried about meeting you?

"Busy?" 

"Yes. Unfortunately that part is true. There is a matter that she is in charge of and it requires her undivided attention. But you would of loved her. She's an amazing doctor and occasionally shadows me." Kevin explained in a fond voice. You were only 20 years old but you already had a doctorate in medicine and biology. You were extremely smart and skilled. Getting both a doctorate and bachelors would normally take 8 years but you did it in 4 by tripling up in classes and starting your doctorate degree early. "If you think I'm amazing for my age don't even get me started on her. She's only 20 and has doctorate and bachelors in both medicine and biology. She does loads on volunteer work in the narrows where she's lives as well. She pretty famous down there a local celebrity kind of thing." 

This definitely caught Bruce's attention as they stepped out of the elevator. "She does volunteer work in the narrows?" 

"Yeah last I heard she cleaned up Floral Beach and planted loads of endangered native plants around the park." 

"Seriously!?" now Bruce was extremely impressed. That beach and park as been filthy since he was a kid and you cleaned it up for volunteer work. "Wow that absolutely amazing. Color me impressed."

"Yeah she's really cool. Lance here loves hanging out with her. An amazing person and an even better friend." Kevin said with a fond smile causing Lance to blush and smile at his husband. Daisy rolled her eyes and huffed, crossing her arms over her breast as the group of four walked down the halls.

"I thought we were giving Mr. Wayne a tour. Not gushing over L/n." Daisy said in a condescending voice. "Its bad enough everyone in this hospital is so gaga over her we dont need such a handsome.. successful man like Mr. Wayne wasting his time thinking about the likes of her." 

"Ok boomer. No need to sound like a bitter and jealous hija de puta." Lance quipped harshly. Kevin's hand immediately moved to grip his husband's shoulder giving it a slight squeeze. "I'm not sorry Kev. She loves talking shit when Y/n isn't around but it isnt Y/n's fault nobody likes her."

"What's so good about Y/n? She hasn't even been here for a full year and yet everyone loves her and gives her attention? I've been here for 5 years and yet she also makes more than me! Wheres my attention? I deserve it! A person like her shouldnt make more than me either! I've been here longer so I should make more!" Daisy hissed while stomping her foot a few times childishly. Despite the halls being empty they didn't notice you standing in front of them as they began to fight. Bruce holding Daisy back and Kevin holding Lance.

"That's why you dont like me? Because I make more than you? Thats fucking stupid."  

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Work has been hectic with the sudden influx of trauma patients and assault victims, Gotham city hospital is where you've been spending most of your time for the past month. Being a doctor was both a forgiving and unforgiving job because of it. While you did in fact love helping people, and loved the way your bank account was looking. It also meant sacrificing your free time at any given moment. 

"Doctor! We have a woman named Harleen Quinnzel in the trauma Ward! She needs Intensive Care ASAP!"

A frown traveled across your face and you were on your feet running out if the break room. You followed the nurse to where Harley was being helped I want to go back there you can see it that she was in terrible condition. She was unconscious and lying there limp covered in bruises and cuts and bleeding profusely. It hurt you to see the woman you’ve grown to know so hurt. To check the damage you placed a hand gently on the side of her face causing her to groan. Closing your eye, your insight traveled throughout her body to see all the damage done to her and how, shock coursed through your body when you saw what else was going on within her. “Get a surgeon and 20mL of Morphine. She has 3 cracked ribs, punctured lung,  a sprain in her spine, one broken arm the other fractured and a broken leg.” 

You knew you got weird looks from the nurses present. You were a newer doctor and therefore mainly used for the less serious stuff, but with all the new patients the hospital had, they had to take what they could get. But the strangest thing to the nurses was that you were able to know all this without the x ray results or a scan. “And how do you-” one of them started. Her name was Daisy, she was an average height white woman with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes, she was thin enough to be a model and knew it as well. And she always had to make her presence known for no reason, yes she was one of those entitled people that thinks the world revolves around them. And she’s worked here longer than you and yet you still had a higher ranking than her and pay than her

“Scans are back! The patient has 3 cracked ribs, punctured lung, a minor sprain in her spine, one broken arm the other fractured and a broken leg. Frankly she's lucky to be alive.” a another nurse said quickly as he placed the xrays and scans were they needed to be. At this point the morphine was kicking in and with the oxygen mask already on Harley was ready for her operation. You smirked at Daisy causing her to sneer at you before looking away. It was well known that the two of you didn't get along. You honestly had no problem with her, she's the one that had a problem with you.

“Gracias mi amor! Donde estas el cirujano!?” you said quickly as you laid out all the tools needed. Harley was already naked and heavily sedated but the longer you took the worse the damage could become. You didn't know alot of spanish, but you were able to say simple stuff like greetings and job titles. Normally you didn’t speak spanish either but you knew Daisy didn’t like it, and fuck Daisy cause freedom of speech.

Lance turned to smile at you and laugh, you had an accent but it was cute on you. The cuban man also knew about how disrespectful Daisy was to almost everyone, and understood just why you were so petty. “El esta viniendo.”

The doors then burst open as a man rushes in. He was a tall and multiracial, and very good looking, and secretly Lance's husband. "Sorry I'm late. I had another surgery that went on longer than planned. Is the patient ready for operation Doctor?" he said quickly as he washed his hands. Lance helped him put on gloves and then the 4 of you got to work. The operation wasn't long nor short. Due to the puncture in her lungs haste and care was needed. By the end of it all you were covered in blood and assigned to be her doctor.

A week soon passed and you were still keeping a close eye on her. A yawn escaped you as sat next to her bed running your fingers through her hair slowly. Harley let out a soft whine and inattentively leaned into your touch as her eyes slowly opened. When your eyes met you gave her a small smile. "Hey Harls.. How do you feel?"

"Sore. And thirsty." she groaned, inspecting the damage done to her body. 

"Ok sit still, I'll get you a drink of water." leaving her alone for a few moments you left the room to get a cold water from the vending machine. There were guards stationed outside of Harley's room and down the hall. It made you sad to think that as soon as she gets a little better they'll haul her back to Arkham. Water in hand, you walked back to the hospital room where Harley was and opened the bottle for her. Placing a straw in it you held it for her to drink.

She didn't say anything when she finished her drink, instead she looked out the window into the night sky with an unreadable expression. The silence surrounded you for the next 10 minutes until you've had enough. "Harley. You cant go back to him." 

"I know." 

Blinking twice you couldn't help but think that was easier than expected.

"Do you know why?"

"Jee I dont know. Maybe its because he threw me off the roof if a building for doing what he couldn't?"

Her sarcasm was understandable but not needed so you held your tongue as you back down next to her. "Harley.. You're pregnant sweety."

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Your face was scrunched up as you cringed. Daisy stood up straight and huffed, looking away with crossed arms. This causes you to let out a huff in annoyance. The caucacity of this women was really testing your patience today.

“I'm gonna ignore the little ‘people like her’ bit from what you said. And let you go about your day. But you do realize I have a doctorate degree, right? You have bachelors. My degree is worth way more than yours, and I'm planning to get a masters as well. You’ve been here for five years but you have 3 deaths on your record and 16 avoidable accidents within your first 18 months. The only reason you’re still here is because your uncle is a huge shareholder and donor to the hospital and the higher ups are afraid that if they fire you they’ll lose funding. So don't get mad at me for getting the bag when I put in more work.” You said with a sneer. “On top of that, you make the most out of all the other nurses despite most of them having a higher degree than you. Check your privilege, cause I’m not the one, I promise you that. Now if you excuse me, I have a drink to bring to my patient.” You said with a roll of your eyes. Daisy was left gaping at you as you walked past them. You made sure to give Lance a kiss on the cheek in thanks for coming to your defense when you weren't present. “Talk to you later my love.”

Lance smiled widely and let out a chuckle. “Ok best friend.”

Bruce watched the exchange in slight wonder, your demeaner changed real quickly and you didn't even acknowledge his existence, something he wasn't used to. Straightening himself up, he fixed his tie and cleared his throat. “You must be Doctor Y/n L/n. It's nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

You stopped in your tracks, and let out an audible sigh, causing Bruce’s face to twitch in annoyance and shock. “Hello again Mr. Wayne. I would say the pleasure is all mine but I’m quite busy right now and I take my job very seriously.”

Bruce chuckled as Kevin, Lance, and Daisy watched what was transpiring in confusion. “I see even now you’re not one for conversations, Dr. L/n.”

“Maybe another time Mr. Wayne, I don't have all the free time in the world, unlike some people, after all.” You quipped, and before Bruce could defend himself you were walking away. The two of you barely talked for a minute, and during that time you didn't even spare him a glance. To say Bruce wasn't used to women ignoring him was an understatement. So for you to do it, and very obviously hold a grudge toward him was confusing. 

“Um.. Would you like to continue with the tour?” Kevin said with hesitation. Lance puckered his lips, holding in his laugh, loving every bit of your pettiness. 

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You closed the door behind you as you made your way over to Harley’s bed. She was slightly elevated, so she was able to see the TV better without straining herself. She looked at you without a word as you gave her a forced smile. “I got you a drink Harls.”

“Thank you.” she said softly as you placed the drink on the nightstand next to her bed. She stared off into space for a few moments, before blinking multiple times and turning her head to look out the window. “I’ve been thinking.. I think.. Maybe I should abort it.”

You looked at Harley, not saying anything as you sat down in the chair next to her bed. The silence caused her to turn her head back to look at you, eyes showing that she was expecting a response or guidance of some kind. You gently placed your hand on her forehead. Rubbing your thumb on her hair line as tears welled up in her eyes. “Do what you think is best for you Harley. I know you’ve been through a lot, and I know you still need time to heal. I’m not gonna tell you what you should and shouldn’t do. You’ve had a lot of things taken from you in your life, and I’m not gonna be one of the people that take away your right to choose.”

“I don't know what to do Doc. On one hand I do want to be a mother. But on the other I know right now I’m not in the mental, financial, or even physically state to be one. Babies cost money. Money I don’t have. Babies need a home. Something I don't have. And babies need love… something I don't know if I can give. I.. I can't have this baby. I won't have it knowing I’ll just bring it into a loveless world. Especially not with Mista J around.” Harley explained, a few tears falling from her eyes. 

“It’s Ok Harley. I understand. You're gonna be fine. I promise.” You said softly. You continued to rub her forehead in a way of comfort as you allowed her to be vulnerable in such a sensitive time. You knew how hard the choice to get a abortion can be. So the last thing Harley needed was for you to pressure her into keeping a child if she had no idea if she would be able to support it. Forcing someone to bring a child into the world for the sake of ‘protecting innocence’ is cruel and unusual punishment. Especially with the rising mother mortality due to the lack of access to healthcare.

Thats not pro-life. That's pro-birth.

“Should I do it?” Harley asked with hesitation. 

“It's your choice to make, not mine Harley. I’m not the one going through everything that led you to be in this bed. I can't tell what you can and can't do when it comes to something like this.” You said softly, causing her to sigh.

“I knew you’d say.”

You both giggled slightly and you gave Harley a small yet sad smile. Hopefully this would be the change, and the realization she needed to get help.

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You sighed as you closed the door to Harley’s room. It was late at night and you just got her to go to sleep. You were tired, mad, and in need of the restroom and food. You walked down the empty halls, alone with your thoughts as some lights occasionally flickering. As you walked to the bathroom, you could feel the presence of someone following you. 

“I know you’re there. What do you want? It’s very late and I’m very busy.” You said sternly. Turning around you saw no one there, causing you to cross your arms in annoyance. “If you're behind me trying to scare me I’m gonna punch you in your nose and fucking break it.”

You could hear an audible gulp from behind you as you turned around again to see Batman. You leaned onto one of your hips, eyebrows raised expecting an explanation. 

“I can see you’re not happy to see me.” he said in a monotone, hesitation peeking through in his tone. 

“Fuck you.” You said simply, walking past him and into the ladies room. He walked in with you causing you glare at him. “So now you wanna listen to me piss? If you want me to hurt you, just say the word or get out.”

Bruce cleared his throat and left the room, standing outside like a pencil. With a huff you went into the nearest stall, checked for toilet paper. Seeing none, you went into the next stall where there was toilet paper. With a sigh you lowered your scrubs and began the process of relieving yourself. Once you were done you pulled your pants up, flushed, and then began to wash your hands. The door opened once again and you let out a groan as Bruce walked in. “Don't you have homeless people to beat up? Why are you still here?”

“You were quite hard to find. You’re like a ghost to society. Why is that?” Bruce asked, ignoring what you said.

“I’m not a ghost. Everyone in the Narrows knows me. You’re just bad at your job.” You quipped. Bruce’s face twitched in annoyance and he looked at you. He stood at 6’5, was overall a tall man with a muscular build, but in this case you were way bigger than him.

“You have a strange way of showing gratitude.” he said angrily. This caused your head to snap in his direction as you glared angrily at him.

“I have nothing to thank you for. You saw me handle that man all on my own, I was perfectly fine. If anything you saved that guy, not me. I owe you nothing.” you sneered. “I was fine with your little nightly activities. Sure I didn't agree with it, but I was fine. But then I saw Harley. And to me she’s a metaphor.”

“A metaphor?” 

“Your nightly activities consist of beating up the poor, homeless, and mentality ill without consequence. And while you keep the bad people at bay, who are we to determine who’s good and bad when we don't even know their circumstances? You're a terrorist who’s too hurt and caught up in the past to realize what they're doing is wrong.”

“A terrorist!? I’m just doing what the justice system won't!”

“A terrorist, by definition, is a person who uses unlawful violence and intimidation, especially against civilians, in the pursuit of political aims. Does that ring any bells? You're a part of the problem you claim you want to end! And you don't even realize it. And that's why Harley is a metaphor! She’s very obviously mentally ill and in an abusive relationship. You see all of this, and do nothing. To you, she’s just a crook, a villain that needs to be behind bars. But she’s a person Bruce! She deserves compassion! Not you calling the Joker to save your ass and directly causing him to lash out at her. You watched him beat her, hurt her, and almost kill her and you did nothing. You say you want to do what the justice system can't all while doing everything it does. You demonize those who have the odds against them, and instead of giving them the help they need you use them as a cushion so your fall of Icarus doesn't hurt.” You hissed, jabbing your finger into his chest.

“So what? You just wanted me to let her kill me!?” He yelled back.

“NO! But I definitely didn't want you to manipulate her into calling her abuser to save your own ass. And tell me what happened after he came!? What did he do!?” you yelled, raising your voice higher than him. You watched as Bruce clenched his jaw in anger and silence. “You watched as he yelled, she pleaded, and then he struck her. And who knows how many times he hit before she fell out the window. He hit her hard enough for her slam into glass, the glass to break completely, and her fall to her near death. And I know you probably couldn't save her from his wrath. But you didn't help her either... 3 cracked ribs, a punctured lung, a sprain in her spine, one broken arm, the other fractured, and a broken leg. Her arm got sprained due to landing, but it fractured because of the continued pressure due to the position she was in. Her spine was sprained, something unavoidable due to the fall, but the severity could’ve been decreased if she moved off the stuff she was on.”

You looked Bruce in the eyes. Not saying anything for a while so what you said could really sink in. when he unclenched his jaw you knew you’d be able to continue.

“I’m not saying you could’ve stopped him from hurting her. But you watched it happen time and time again. Making you just as negligent and corrupt as the system you want to change. All it takes is a little compassion. That's all. Nothing more. Nothing less. Compassion is how you get people to change. Not violence. Violence isn't change. It’s fear. And fear breeds hate and rebellion. People fear what they don't understand. And that causes them to constantly test its limits. That's why crime is so high in the narrows. Everyone is afraid of something and instead of people in power caring, they demonize, they criminalize, and they justify everything that happens in the narrows.” You said with a sigh. You crossed your arms, looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror, seeing sad eyes as you talked. “And that's why Harley is a metaphor. Because people have the power to change the way things are, but watch what happens and do nothing about it. Not unless it conveniences them.”

Bruce stared at you as you avoided eye contact. Speechless at everything you’ve said, because he knew you were right. He let out a deep sigh, lifting the cowl from his face once he made sure there were no cameras, “You're right.”

“Of course I am. But at the same time I’m not all that mad at you.” you sighed, uncrossing your arms and then turning your head to look at him. Shock registered in his face as he looked at you. After that rant why wouldn't you be mad at him. Are you really going to forgive him like you did that man that tried to assault you? “You’re a byproduct of the environment you grew up in. We all are. Your parents died in front of you at a young age, and ever since then you lived in fear with untreated ptsd. No one showed you compassion without strings... An ‘I’m sorry for your loss’ in front of cameras does nothing to comfort a child in pain. In your most vulnerable time, the time you needed compassion, no one gave it to you. And now you just repeat the cycle of abuse. Using the ‘tough love’ excuse that people claim to give as a way to justify stuff. I’m not telling you what to do. But next time you go out at night in this get up, think to yourself; ‘If I’m vulnerable and afraid again, would I be in their shoes?’.” 

And with that you left the bathroom.

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Bruce was left that night with many thoughts spiraling in his head. After you left him in the bathroom he went straight home, not even confronting you the way he wished to. He’s been laying in his bed staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours now.

‘In your most vulnerable time, the time you needed compassion, no one gave it to you.’

Bruce clenched his jaw, and then unclenched, only to clench once more. He wanted to prove you wrong, he really did, but everytime he thought back to those days he remembered a camera nearby or even a hidden recorder. The only person that showed him compassion was Alfred, and even that feels like it comes with strings. With a groan he covered his face, he had to admit, he hated how right you were. 

Getting out of bed he made his way to the Batcave and opened the hospital file on you. And from that he started his internet search of all things containing you. He wanted to understand. Understand why you’re the way you are and why you care so much. The first things he found were volunteer records and community blog posts thanking you for your work and help. There were a lot of personal accounts mentioning you and offering thanks for the help you gave in their time of need. Every article, post, and/or story about you were filled with thank yous, but not a single one had a picture of you. Lance and Kevin were right, you were a local celebrity of the narrows. But there were no pictures of you. Why was that? Maybe you were just camera shy?

No that can't be it. There has to be more to it. There were too many people that praised your work for you to be a social media ghost. Hours soon passed and he was still scrolling through web page after page, until he finally found what he was looking for. The website was simple, nothing advertently suspicious, just a community forum. But each concern and plea was addressed to the L/n family. A family of 4 that are help those in need with what they have, no matter how big or small. The names were listed but rather nicknames and their responsibilities.

Mama was in charge of civil disagreements.

The Twins were in charge of money help.

And Docs was in charge of community outreach and beautification. 

Most of their services were free apparently, but the twins and Mama came with terms and conditions. At the bottom was a small “in loving memory” list, who Bruce assumed were former helpers of this community services. There were only two people on the list, Papa and Aunty, 

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Bruce sighed as he sat in a more ‘everyday’ car to be as inconspicuous as possible. He was in front of the Gotham hospital, waiting for you to get off work. Checking his watch he could see it was nearing 5am, and based on the schedule he ‘found’ you should be off any minute now.  As he waited he tapped his finger on the steering wheel impatiently. He needed answers now, and he was tired of waiting and trying to search for them himself. 

When you did come out he couldn't help but stare. Here you were, barely looking tired after what was probably a 14 hour shift, wearing your scrubs with your braids going past your shoulders. The moonlight looked beautiful on your brown skin and in a moment like this he wished he could freeze time.

You looked just as pretty as the first night he met you.

Bruce couldn't help but to wish he could at least get a glimpse inside your mind. Just so he can at least get an idea of what was running through that pretty head of yours. He stared at you through the tinted window of the car as you walked down the hospital steps, your eyes scanning the area. When your eyes scanned the cars, you lingered on his, knowing immediately there was someone in it. You clutched your bag a little tighter as you stared into the tinted glass from a far. Bruce, seeing this, began to roll down his window; as the window lowered your fight, flight, freeze response activated and you were left frozen in place. But when you saw Bruce's face you immediately relaxed. 

"I saw you last night and now I gotta see you in the morning too? You must really be obsessed with me." You said as you place your hand on your hip. Your tone held a mix of annoyance and amusement as you stood in front of the window. "Don't you have a business to run? Why be all up in mine?"

"You didn't think I'd just let you go on about your day after figuring out my identity, did you?" Bruce snarked back with a charming smile as he unlocked the car door. He nudged his head to his right, gesturing for you to get in, but you shook your head.

"Sorry Mr. Wayne, I'm flattered -truly so- but you're not my type." You said with a small smirk, causing Bruce's face to fall slightly.

"Oh? Then what is your type?" Bruce asked curiously as he got out of the car to stand in front of you with his arms crossed, clearly intrigued. 

"Gasp! Don't tell me you're interested in little ol me?" You said with fake surprise. A look of mischief clear as day on your face. "Why do you need to know?"

"Why did you say the word 'gasp' instead of just gasping?"

"Are you avoiding my questions Mr. Wayne?" 

"I would say avoiding, per say, more like postponing." 

You rolled your eyes, no longer feeling like conversing with the man in front of you. Without another word you began to walk away, but Bruce's hand quickly grabbed you elbow stopping you from going any further. "Wait don't go. Let me drive you home."

"I doubt you bought a new car, drove all the way here from Wayne Manor, and waited for me to come off work just to drive me home Mr. Wayne." You teased with a roll of your eyes. "That's a lot of effort for something as small as driving me home. So you get one more chance to tell the truth."

Bruce sucked his teeth as he let go of you; causing you to glance at the rich man in front of you. You knew you couldn't stay out in the open much longer before someone saw the two of you together, so with a sigh you walked back over to his car and got in the passenger seat. Unknown to you a smirk graced Bruce's at the little victory he's made. 

You continued to stare forward as Bruce got back in the car, and put on his seat belt. Nobody said anything for what felt like forever, but in reality it was only 2 minutes.

"I'm sure you've read most of the files you were able to find on me by now, judging how you knew when I got off work. I hope you know that's very much stalking. And I hope you know your next response dictated whether or not I get a restraining order on you." You said with all seriousness. The last thing you need is for the world to know The Bruce Wayne 'Gotham's most eligible bachelor' might have a thing for you. God, you can feel all the misogynoir already. All the racism, the degradation, the picking a part at little things you do. 

Honestly, shit like that is why you don't have any major social media platforms.

"Ok fine, you got me, I did do all that stuff. But I had to. Do you realize how big the information you hold-" Bruce  started as he leaned into his seat with crossed arms, only to be interrupted by you. 

"Obviously I know, I'm not stupid Bruce. If I was really out to get you don't you think I would've turned all my evidence in to highest bidder? I've known for a while now, even before the alley thing, and haven't said anything. You've been searching for me for weeks and in the whole time I never told anyone." You said with a matter of factly. Bruce relaxed immediately at your explanation. It was uncharacteristic just how relaxed and happy he was just being around someone as interesting as you, despite knowing almost nothing about you.

"Thanks." Bruce said with a sight as he leaned forward to start up the car. "How about you and me get some coffee? My treat." 

"No thank you. I appreciate it, I really do. But just being seen with you would probably result in me being harassed and hate crimed. I don't know if you remember but you're 'Gotham's most eligible bachelor' and I'm a black woman from the narrows." You said simply, sitting up more as you placed your hand on the door handle. 

"I doubt that would happen, beside I don't care about where you came from or what race you are." Bruce tried to reason. 

"If you don't see/care where I came from or what I am then you don't see me!" You hissed, letting go of the handle to turn your body to look at the white man in front of you. "It's a part of who I am! A part of my identity for fucks sake! And if you choose to ignore it -to not acknowledge it- then you're in turn ignoring me and who I am." 

"I-" Bruce started only to be left speechless. 

"If you really want to understand my hesitation to even be seen with you just look at the way the media portrays black women. Just look at all the burdens we have to carry. Racism, misogyny, colorism, sexism and so much more. All while having to be a 'strong black woman'. Well I'm not strong! I'm scared. I'm always scared. I'm always confused. And I'm so tired. You know about everything I do for the narrows, everything my family does, but do you think that stops the microaggressions? Stops the colorist comments? The needless sexulization simply for breathing? The cat calling? When we met, a man was literally trying to assault me. Can you just imagine how many more times that would happen if people thought THE Bruce Wayne was interested in me?" You ranted, tears welling up in your eyes as Bruce looked like a deer caught in headlights. You rubbed your tears away as you began to hiccup as you thought back to that night. "I know I look and act like a happy go lucky type of person but that's just a defense mechanism. I'm tired. So fucking tired. And it's so much easier to just 'forgive' then to hold on and seek justice or answers… I learned that the hard way... And if that's just a small part of what it's like being a black woman in Gotham, in America, imagine the whole picture. Now add being the love interest of a well known young white playboy billionaire industrialist. So even though it seems like I'm making a big deal out of a simple date request, my choice is life or death for me." 

You didn't give Bruce a chance to respond before you got out of the car and ran off, leaving him alone to process everything. He sat in his car in silence for a few minutes and then let out a huge groan, slamming his head on the steering wheel.

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"And then what happened!?" came the voices of your siblings and friend. They all sat at the dinner table with you as you vented about your past few weeks. 

"And then I went off on him about how if he doesn't see where I'm from or what race I am then he doesn't see me. I fucking hate the 'I dont see race' excuse people love to pull. Like, saying you don't see race is the same as saying you don't see my history. 400 years of oppression don't just disappear because you wanna say you don't care about race. Hijo de puta really thought he did something." You vented with crossed arms as you ate leftovers from the night before. Lance nodded in agreement, arms crossed as he pushed his own plate away slightly. 

"Yep. I totally agree. Like remember back at the hospital when he showed up unannounced? When Daisy was talking all that hot shit Kev and I were the only ones to defend you. He knew she was talking about you and didn't check her or anything. Honestly if it wasn't for Kev holding me back I would've dragged her. Dog walk that bitch, you know? Cause people like her think they deserve everything in the world without putting in the work while people like us work to the bone for pennies. I'm glad you said no and told him off, his dick isn't about to make my friend a statistic." Lance huffed angrily. 

"Hey sis, is this the guy from those weeks ago?" came a voice from across the room. The voice was smooth like silk, reasonably deep, and it belonged to your brother, Dimitri. Dimitri stood at 6’6, and despite his height and voice had a baby face. To anyone passing by they'd assume he's a gentle giant. 

They couldn't be more wrong. 

Dimitri had sepia brown skin with a pinkish undertone, little to no facial hair, and shoulder length locs. His eyes were dark brown and his hands were as rough as he was. His right arm had a full sleeve tattoo, something unique and only the top people of his gang were able to have. It was colorful and similar to the tribal tattoos of your father's home world, which is why so few were able to have something even remotely similar. In his hand he held out his phone, and you could see live footage of a half naked man tied up in a room. With a groan you looked up at your brother, crossing your arms. 

"No Dim. You're not gonna kill that man." You scolded, as if the answer was obvious. The last thing you needed was for Bruce to trace that man's murder back to you and your family.

"Y/n, he tried to assault you! Like hell Dev OR me would let someone get away with that! And the piece of shit is a sex offender! You weren’t his first and you won't be his last unless we-" Dimitri yelled in frustration. 

"Fine! But you better do a full background check and try to find out why he's that way before you do it!" You huffed, knowing exactly how the twins get when it comes to your safety. 

"You're nicer than me, that's for sure." Lance mumbled as he took a sip of his water. "I would've told them to torture him till he begs for death, nurse him back to health, and then torture him again. Especially since he's a sex offender, them bitches get no sympathy from me."

Dimitri and Lance high fived as Dimitri walked past, causing you to roll your eyes. Lance was a few years older than you, but you grew up with him since he was the twin’s closest childhood friend. 

“Whatever you two, Dev! Where’s Mama? Does she have a case?” you called out. The TV in the living room was muted, and for a moment no one said anything. It was obvious Devoni hadn’t heard what you said, but did hear their name being called. “I said, Where’s Mama? Does she have a case?”

“Yah! Apparently some white folk are trying to buy land in mini chinatown and evict people. They asked for her help and she’s basically representing all of that area with like, 2 other people.” Devoni explained. “From what Dim and I found, the gentrification process going on is connected to the D.A’s office.” 

As Devoni talked, their voice got louder since they were approaching the kitchen. Devoni was shorter than Dimitri, standing at about 6’0, and had a resting bitch face. Their left arm had the same tribal tattoo as Dimitri, only in a different color that complemented their tawny brown skin. They were two sides of the same coin after all, so it would only make sense that they would match in sentimental things such as a family tattoo. Devoni had what could best be described as a mullet, the sides of their head were shaved off and the front of their hair was shorter than the back. Their hair was type 4 but they didn't have a lot of shrinkage as well. Devoni was extremely androgyous, even in voice, and used all pronouns. Overall a very chill person despite what people might think based on looks. 

They were definity the voice of reason, the middle ground, between Dimitri, Lance, and You.

“Wait.. The D.A’s office? As in District Attorney? Why would they want land from the narrows?” Lance asked, placing his chin in the palm of his hand and his elbow on the table.

“That's what we don't know. Mini chinatown looks pretty old, but in a vintage type way. Maybe they want to use it as a tourist attraction; a way to justify gentrifying the narrows?” Devoni mumbled as they placed their finger against their lips, thinking. With all the new information you couldn't help but to sigh. If the D.A office was really involved you were gonna need a lot more evidence that you in other cases would be unable to get.

“Who’s the D.A?” You asked as you thought of different ways to break into the office. 

“Harvey dent. But he’s going for reelection next year.”  one of them said. Suddenly an idea popped into your head, an idea you weren't necessarily going to like. 

“Leave this to me. I have an idea.” you said with a sigh. This caused Lance and Devoni to look at you in confusion, urging you to explain in full. With a roll of your eyes you sighed. “I’m gonna accept Bruce’s date request. Him and Dent are basically childhood friends. If I die at least I died getting information.”

“WHAT!?” Lance cried, slapping his hands on the table as he stood up abruptly. “DIDN'T WE JUST SAY YOU CAN'T BE WITH HIM!? THIS CASE IS NOT WORTH YOUR LIFE!”

“Lance we can't just allow for hundreds of people to get kicked out of their homes! And on top of that do you really think the gentrification is gonna only apply to eastern asians that live in that area? The narrows have so many subcommunities, all of which are low income. What's stopping them from moving onto the South asians? The latine? The black? Mini chinatown would just be the start of it all. And I found the livelihood of the narrow people more important than my comfort.”

“Oh shut up! YOU AND I BOTH KNOW ITS NOT JUST YOUR COMFORT AT RISK! I'M SO TIRED OF YOU TRYING TO PLAY THE SACRIFICIAL HERO! CARE ABOUT YOURSELF FOR ONCE!” Lance screamed. This caused Dimitri to enter the room again, confused at all the noise. Dimitri looked at his twin asking for answers just with a look. One weird thing about the two of them was that they could have full conversation with just a look. You glared up at Lance, slapping your hands on the table as well in anger. "YOU ALWAYS COMPLAIN ABOUT THE STRONG BLACK WOMAN STEREOTYPES BUT LOOK AT YOU! BEING EXACTLY WHAT YOU HATE!"

“YOU DON'T THINK I KNOW!? YOU HONESTLY DON’T THINK I KNOW THE FUCKING RISK!? I’M JUST AS SCARED AS YOU ABOUT THIS! AND SEEING HOW I ALREADY WENT OFF ON BRUCE ABOUT IT I DOUBT HE’LL TAKE MY CONCERNS LIGHTLY!” You screamed causing Lance to suck his teeth, not letting his glare on you go down.

“And you seriously trust this random white man with your life? If privilege couldn't protect his parents what makes you think it’ll protect you?” Lance said with a sneer.

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Across from you sat your husband and 5 children. All in a cell together looking at you sheepishly. Why and how they got there you didnt know but there was 3 men across from them just as upset.

“When you said my family was here I was hoping it was just an April fools joke. But then I realized we’re in September and they’re stupid.” you groaned out to Jim. He chuckled softly and unlocked the cell door allowing them to get up and walk out. But they all avoided eye contact.

“You just have some paper work to fill out Mrs. Wayne and then y'all can go.”

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You sat in the passenger seat of the family car, rubbing your 6 month pregnant belly. The only sound in the car came from Duke’s soft humming as he colored in his cart seat. “I’m married to an idiot.” You thought to yourself.

“I maybe an idiot, but I’m your idiot.” Bruce replied smoothly with a chuckle.

“Did I say that out loud? Sorry, what I meant to say is, I'M. MARRIED. TO AN. IDIOT!  What the fu- heck Bruce! You all started a brawl in the mall!?” You hissed loudly, punching Bruce with each every other syllable in the arm as you raised your voice causing him to swerve slightly.

“Hey!-”

“M-Mom!

"Mama!

"Step-Mother!”

“Dont you hey me! And you 5! Don’t think you’re off the hook! What were you thinking!?” You turned to yell at the 2 adults and 3 teens.

“They started it step mother! Th-”

“I DONT CARE WHO STARTED IT! DAMIAN YOU’RE LITERALLY AN ASSASSIN! IF YOU REALLY NEEDED TO DO SOMETHING THEN YOU SHOULD OF DONE IT QUIETLY!”

“A-are you saying I could of..”

“No! I’m just trying to make A point! Do you guys know how dangerous that was!? And Duke was there the whole time! What if he got hurt!?” You yelled angrily. The 4 year old continued to color without a care in the world.

“Mom, if I may..”

A sigh escaped you as you turned to look at your daughter Cassandra, she looked embarrassed about the whole ordeal but you knew all of them would do it again. “Go ahead Cassie.”

“Its not our fault it started. I was walking with Duke back to everyone else and they stopped me. I ignored them, but then the started saying racist remarks about Duke and I, and that’s when Tim stepped in. And then they started pushing him and Jason got involved and it spiraled down from there. Overall it was just Tim and Jason fighting at first but then the third one tried to grab Duke from me and then everyone else, including myself, got involved.” Cass explained, causing you to calm down.

“I didnt know the whole story, and I’m sorry for yelling at you all. But there’s always a better way to handle things, what if they press charges?” You sighed, leaning into the passenger seat and closing your eyes to trying to get rid of the headache that you were starting to get.

“Well step mother, you did bring up the fact that I a-” Damian started only to get cut off by Bruce.

“No.”

“I dont know about y'all, but I’m not gonna lie, that was fun. We should do it again next week” Dick said from the back as he colored with Duke, and Jason couldnt help but to nod in agreement to what his older brother said.

“Richard Grayson Wayne, so help me god, if I have to go back there for you you not gonna like it.”

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This fic has been out for how long now and ain't none of yall told me it was out of order🤨yall fake af for that