some people don’t deserve fanfics, much less for free.
also even if authors didn’t tag any specific warnings but they used the “creator chose not to use archive warnings” tag, then that is your warning.
“omg you should’ve —” no one forced your entitled ass to read anything. fanfic writers write for themselves and their own enjoyment. if you don’t like what you’re reading, quietly leave. ao3 is not an airport. no one cares about your departure so no need to announce it.
Sum: Working with your now bf Jack Abbot is a dream, until your former teammate Spencer ends up in your ER.
CW: spencer gets shot twice but hes okay! F!Reader, age-gap relationship and power dynamics tech bc you work with and are dating Dr.Abbot. Morgan and the team calls you sweetpea. Huge medical innaccuries! Smutty activities and flashing mentioned but not explicit. MDNI not well proofread. I need to stop writing GSW fics 🤧
Story that inspired this: link
Tag list: @a-lil-bit-nuts
Waking up to Jacks arms around your waist, your head on his hard chest and legs intertwined was officially your favorite thing.
Dr. Jack Abbot was everything you dreamed of in a partner. He was caring, funny, sarcastic, and brilliant as hell. You loved your old man and his ways.
You especially loved how open and honest both of you could be about your past in the BAU and his as an army medic now. It took you time but he understands you in ways you didn’t think was possible.
Nuzzling your head closer, a smile graces your lips as he places a kiss on your head. The both of you had an unusual day shift today, before finally being able to enjoy some off time.
“Come on baby we gotta get up” Jacks rough morning voice reaches your ears, his hands running up and down your body.
You couldn’t help but pout at the thought, squeezing him tighter, getting a little laugh from him. To the Pitt you go.
——
Despite all the bribes and begging, you remained pretty tight lipped about your past as a BAU member. Most people assumed you were a tax agent that brought down someone big, much to your amusement. The only person who truly knew anything, was Jack.
You can’t help but peak over at him talking with Robby, eyes trailing over his body. His sexy peppered hair, magnetic eyes, strong biceps, and his tongue, oh god his tongue, which you now knew quite biblically.
You feel yourself heat up thinking about last night before shaking the thoughts away. The last you needed with to pull him in the supply closet and be almost caught by one of the med students again.
You hear Dana call out that a GSW, multiple wounds, was on route. Sitting up straight, you watch Abbot and Robby gather Langdon, Jakarta and Collins for the case. You catch Abbots eye and he shakes his head at you, since you had dealt with the last major case.
Heading back into charting, minutes later you hear a deep and familiar voice call out a very specific name for you —
“Sweetpea”
Your head shoots up to see one Derek Morgan, his handsome face and eyebrows crinkled together as you rush to him.
You hug him something fierce before looking him over, patting him down like a worried mother duck.
“What happened? What’s going on?, are you okay? Where is everyone?” You rush out, fear creeping in quickly.
“Hey hey it’s okay, it’s… it’s Spencer. GSW in the stomach and arm”
It was like cold water was dumped on you, as you realize it was the one Dana called out for earlier. You rush to her after asking Derek to wait there for you.
“What room is the GSW in?” You all but demand frantically but she stops you.
“Shushh no, it’s okay. You know them?” She nods towards Derek, who’s pacing nervously and catching the eyes of nurses in the area. You vaguely pick up “maybe an exboyfriend? Him or the other guy?,” being said in the background before focusing.
“Yes. Please Dana it’s my family,” you beg quietly but she shakes her head.
“You know the rules. Listen, take your friend to the staff lounge. Both Robby and Abbot are in there. You know it’s going to be okay. Trust them” she gently leads you to the lounge while signaling Derek to the room.
“Ah I’m sorry Dana. This is SSA Derek Morgan, Derek this is our amazing charge nurse Dana Evans. She’s basically our JJ and Emily combined” you smile introducing them.
They shake hands, and you can’t help but notice the little blush on Dana’s face giggling. She gives you a look before telling you you’re good to wait. You thank her before hugging Derek again.
“It’s going to be fine, Spencer’s in there with Abbot and Robby. They’re the best you can ask for” you reassure Derek.
“But what happened? Where’s the rest of our team?” You ask as you both sit, letting Derek hold your hand for comfort.
“Unsub we started tracking this morning got the best of us from the back. Thankfully, Hotch was able to tackle him down before any more damage. They’re dealing with him now, should be here any minute… we miss you out there Sweetpea” Derek looks at you with his beautiful puppy eyes and you can’t help but laugh.
“It’s not my fight anymore, you know that. But I’m always here for advice.” You share a smile and then notice a few pairs of eyes watching you through the staff lounge door window. Oh boy, you couldn’t help but think, already knowing you’d be bombarded with questions again.
“Should we call the team?,” you continue, needing to distract yourself and Derek. He smiles, knowing what you’re doing, before reaching for his phone.
“Baby girl, it’s me and Y/N. We’re at her hospital, Spencer’s in surgery now.”
“Oh god, oh god. Hi my love, I miss you and I wish this under better, you know. Everyone’s on the way but how is he? Please" Penelope’s frantic voice comes through the speaker, making your eyes water.
Damn you missed them. "Hey Pen. It’s okay, Abbots working on him now, I know he’ll be okay" You wipe a tear from your eye as you promise both of them you’ll go check.
"I’m gonna go check on Spencer okay? I’ll be right back,” you whispers to Derek, squeezing his hand one more time before leaving.
——
"Dana anything? please?,” you ask her as she stares at the patient board. She looks at you with worried eyes but your conversation in interrupted by a large hand on your shoulder. Turning around you can’t help want to cry. It’s them. Your team. Your first family.
Hotch gives you a firm hug first, placing a kiss on top of your head before passing you go to hug JJ, Emily, and Rossi.
“Good to see you kid" Rossi smiles as he places a kiss on your cheek. "How is he?"JJ asks, as Dana answers for you.
“They should be out any minute.” She smiles, as you all look relieved.
“SSA Aaron Hotchner, I apologize for going over the patient family limit,” he shakes Danas hand she introduces herself.
“S’alright, I’m sure we can make an exception for our fav girl here" tilting her head towards you.
—
“For the GSW, I’m assuming" You turn around to see Robby and Abbot. They both look tired, but happy enough, so you know it went well.
“Correct, SSA Agent hotcher, this is SSAs’ David Rossi, Jennifer jareau, Emily Prentis, and I believe Derek Morgan is here as well. How is spencer?" Hotcher introduces himself again, shaking both of their hands.
"I’ll go get him" Dana offers before Robby answers.
“He’s good, wounds were easy enough as far as bullets go, and we don’t think you’ll have to worry about damage. Just a lot of rest. I can take them for you Dr.L/N" Robby looks at you, his brown eyes asking if your okay.
You smile at him, reassuring him. “Yes please, if that alright. I owe you one Robby”
"Dont worry kid. Alright motley crew, room 3 follow me"
After they’ve walked away, you can’t help but hug Jack. "I’m sorry I.."
He shushes, you placing a kiss on top of you head. "I got you, it’s alright. Don’t be sorry" as you sink into him.
"Sweetpea?"
You release Jack to see Derek and Dana. "Ready to see spence?,” you ask smiling, as he gestures you to lead the way. The tension from his shoulders leaving at the news.
——
The three of you enter the already crowded room as Spencer looks up from his chat with Robby and Hotch.
“Y/n!!,” his smile is contagious as you go to hug him gently.
“Hey spence" A small tear slips from you as you hold eachother.
"I’m okay,” he whispers. "Your boyfriend fixed me quite well,” he teases you as you turn red.
“Spencer!!!" You can’t help but hit him lightly on the good shoulder, getting wet laughs from everyone as you move to stand next to Jack, who holds your hand.
“Sweetpea and beanstalk, at it again. Who had 10 seconds" Morgan asks the room.
“That would be me thank you very much" Emily smugly says as everyone passes her $20s.
“Seriously!,” both you and Spencer shout out, making Emily sigh as she passes the money to an equally smug Hotch.
“Sweetpea…and beanstalk?" Jack can’t help but teasingly ask as he watches you interact with your team.
“Our loving names for the super twins over here, curtesy of Morgan. You’d think they were twins with the way they fight" Emily answers.
“Which, I still highly contest to!" Spencer grumbles out,.
“You’re just jealous you’re not Sweetpea Spence,” JJ teases him, getting more laughs. "So is this the boyfriend we’ve heard so much about" she continues smiling at you and Jack.
You feel your face heat as you confirm and introduce both Abbot and Robby to them. You also can make out your lovely fellow doctors and nurses subtly peaking in, wondering what’s happening.
“Don’t think your cover of former tax agents gonna hold anymore" Jack mentions, making you laugh and the team snort. "It was nice while it lasted though"
“Tax agent? This the same girl who once apprehend a suspect by flashing the poor guy?,” Rossi chuckles out, making Abbot choke.
“No she didn’t" Jack asks, both him and Robby red in the face between laughs.
“Oh! There was also this one time she-"
Laughs and chatter filled the room, as stories of your misadventures were traded. You can’t help but feel extremely loved and lucky though, as Jack tucks you in by his side. "Let’s go get drinks after spencer is released yeah?”
I absolutely love your Pitt stories. They’re so good!!!!! I was wondering and u can totally say no but maybe… the Pitt x The originals. I don’t really have anything in mind but that crossover is very intriguing and u can make the OC however u want but maybe they’re in a relationship with Robby or jack
Honestly this is a crossover I would have never thought of like the MCU one but figured I’d try?! LOL I debated between two similar plots for this Drabble but chose this one!
I’ve only seen vampire dairies unfortunately! Not the originals! So forgive me for all the possible mistakes! <3 —
Robby x Hybrid!Reader x Abbot // Platonic Klaus x Reader
Sum: when life brings you Klaus with a sibling complex and 2 attending that want to ask you out.
Cw: Hybrid!Reader, Klaus is weirdly obsessed with you in a “you’re my family now” way, M/M/F relationship in the future implied, F!Reader. Not proofread!
In the world of vampires, witches, werewolves, ghosts, doppelgängers, and fucking tri-big birds or whatever, your sire just had to be, the one and only, klaus mikaelson.
——
You were somehat friends with the Scooby gang.
Helping them out occasionally with whatever Elena and the two dunderheads got them into. Truthfully, you only really helped when Bonnie would ask.
But you never fully got lost in their mess or bonded with them. You were going to be a trauma department doctor, no matter what.
Thinking back, you had probably spoken maybe two words with him during his search for Elena.
You told him to try waiting for one of her idiots to make her mad, so she’d angrily do something stupid again if he wanted her so badly.
The look on his face when you said that and slammed the door was priceless, even if he could have killed you right there and then.
You wonder if that’s when his obsession with you started.
Elijah had tried to warn you to run while you can. So you enjoyed his face of “oh” when you told him duh, you’re for leaving college and then med school.
And then blah blah blah you got the footnotes of Elena tricking him and her blood and whatever.
Which for one reason or another, led him to changing and officially claiming you.
He wanted to keep you as his sister, his new baby sister forever, much to your dismay. What better way than a sire bond?
So when he realized you weren’t sire bonded to him???, you finally had the upper hand.
“Alright, wanna be my big bro so bad? Pay my tuition, living, shopping, and I’ll maybeee call you once a month.”
Klaus close was this () close to just stabbing you with a dagger before pouting since it wouldn’t work like with his other siblings.
And then you got out, out of Mystic Falls and said goodbye to the Scooby gang forever. Who sidenote, felt betrayed by your decision and relationship with Klaus.
You studied hard, debt free. Drank blood sometimes, gave Klaus the occasional call and even let him visit a few times!
He’d pout, wanting more and slowly the two of you developed the bond he wanted. You’d never admit it to him, but you loved him like a father and brother.
——
Years later, life brought you to Pittsburgh Medical Trauma. The Pitt, was everything you needed. It was life.
…. And free blood but you’d never admit that.
It was also the home to your fellow doctors and nurses, who you called Friends! Actual friends!
——
Which finally, brings us to today.
A second year resident, working long hours at the Pitt.
You could kiss life and Gloria for introducing you to one Dr. Robby Robinavitch and Dr. Jack Abbot.
Maybe it’s the weird wolf/vampire combo in ya but damn, those two did something to you.
You wanted to bite their necks and call them daddy for the rest of your undead life.
It also helped that you were a pretty danm good student.
The pitts own angel!
Always chipper, funny, never tired and willing to lend a hand. Especially to those two, much to the staffs amusement and betting pools.
Who knew leaving mystical falls was all you needed to be happy!
——
Robby and Abbot couldn’t help but watch you. Like a little energizer bunny, you never slowed down or had a hair out of place.
Langdon observes them watching and couldn’t help but snort. “So when are you two fossils gonna ask her out?”
Robby glared at him before glancing at Abbot, who was smiling, pulling his stethoscope.
“At least pretend to be outrage” he laughs, nudging him.
But…who was this older handsome man coming to greet you? They both thought as they observed you two hug.
——
“Dr. L/N, there’s uh someone here to see you” you turn to see one of the nurses blushing, a glazed look in her eyes, as she gestures behind her.
Internally groaning, it’s of course Klaus. But a small part of you is happy, as it had been forever.
“Klaus”
“Sweetheart”
Laughing you give him a hug, taking in his rich scent.
“Thought it be at least another two years or so before I’d see you in person”
He smirks, taking you in, ensuring your health and safety.
“Oddly my little one hasn’t been spending as much money lately. So I had to check in. Also I might have stabbed Elijah and Rebecca for being annoying”
“Klaus!!!” You whisper hitting him, looking around.
“Truly darling, must you worry. Shall we lunch and shop?” He asks, nonchalantly but also so evil villain like.
He really cant help it, can he?, you think with a soft snort.
“I have to finish my shift”
“Just compel darling,” looking at you like you’re an idiot.
“Hey! Save those looks for the others!” You laugh punching his chest.
He pretends you wound him and damn, who would have thought you’d go from hating his needy ass to him actually being your brother
Your weird obsessed 1000 year old magical wolf vampire brother!
——
Your other men, watch quietly. Jealousy bubbling up as you casual chat and touch the man.
“You know I think we need Dr. L/Ns opinion on this case” Robby says.
“You know what brother, I think you’re right” Abbot replies with a huff.
Heading over, they watch as your face brightens as they get closer. The man next to her seems to pick it up, as a scowl graces his handsome face.
Smugness is never good for a doctor but boy does it feel good now, Abbot thinks as you greet them.
“So. We’re having visitors on the floor now?” Robby can’t help but bite out, eyebrow raised. He’s feeling a little pouty too.
Laughing and sensing their jealously, which honestly does something for you, you can’t lie. You mischievously grin and introduce Klaus.
“Dr.Robby! Dr.Abbot! This is my older brother Klaus Mikaelson!!”
You giggle softly as your words settle in, their faces not hiding anything.
“..Brother?” Abbot asks looking between the two of you.
You look absolutely nothing alike besides being well, stunning.
“Differnt fathers, you must be the attendings I’ve heard so much about, yes?” Klaus responds, making you cackle internally at his little joke as he continues.
“I hope you don’t mind, I’m not here often and wanted to take my precious sister out. Lunch, shop that sort of thing”
“Got for it kid, you’ve earned a leave early day” Robby tells you smiling, after he and Abbot shake your brothers hand. He’s also totally not trying to win brownie points for them.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you guys shorted” looking between the two of them, a small pout on your lips.
“Go kid, we’ve got you. Tell us about it after” Abbot reassures you with a wink, making you giggle again.
“Who am I to deny my favorite bosses! I’ll see you tomorrow with cookies! Promise!”
Excited, you leave with Klaus.
“I’m thinking Dior, Chanel and Miu Miu ?” You tell him walking away.
You were going to make an even larger dent on his black card today, more than usual.
Especially since he clearly still has eyes on you, having never mentioned Robby or Abbot to him before.
Abbot and Robby can’t help but glance at eachother as they watch you walk away with Klaus. Your hands moving excitedly with an extra pep in your step.
“Might need to work more hours” Robby snorts.
“With that list of stores? Might need to go back to the army.”
Criminal minds x The Pitt Crossover!! The Abbot version! <3
FormerBAU!Reader x Jack Abbot one shot!
Sum: turns out there’s some perks in being a former agent, like getting McKay out of trouble.
Cw: set when McKay almost gets arrested, reader is former BAU, age gap relationship, brief mention of being Spencer smart. InternReader, implied that pittfest wasnt the first day for some of our lovable residents
Small continuation! Link
Most people didn't know about your memory, degrees, or time at the BAU. It was hard to believe considering your age but like Spencer, you had an early start and somehow ended up a part of that ragtag team.
But after so many years of seeing the most heinous crimes, of sometimes being too late, and nightmares of those you put behind jail, you'd had enough.
It hurt so badly to leave your team behind. Leaving Spencer was the hardest, your brother in all but blood who understood you the best.
Yet, you and the team knew it was best for you as you slowly lost yourself in the work. You were their sun hidden behind the clouds, and they needed to protect their sun.
Of course, this didn't stop you from finding another lifesaving job, much to the team's amusement. Moving to Pittsburgh and using your doctorate to start as an intern might as well be another version of the BAU. Which Emily and JJ pointed out during your last FaceTime. You couldn't help but grin, though. You loved the Pitt.
From the staff to the quickly regulars like Myrna. It kept you on your toes and gave you the opportunity to continue saving lives. More importantly, it kept you busy from the demons that haunted you, like Floyd. It brought you joy and happiness you'd haven't felt in years, and brought you a certain salt and pepper hair attending that made your heart pound every time he was near.
——
The Pitt had a running bet, whispers of what you did before coming here. A ray of sunshine usually, but an impenetrable wall when it came to your past.
Whitaker swears you had to be some kind of runaway princess, making everyone snort. Abbot, privately between him and Robby, knows you had to be in the force in some way. The way you moved, talked, and thought reminded him of himself—trained and methodical. Unconsciously or consciously, he always found ways to spend time with you.
He knows you. Knows how your shoulder slumps in relief when he's near, how you like your coffee sweet, how your fingers brush against his in the rare moments in between cases. The secret comfort he gives you after a long shift. Your past is just another part of you, like his. He knows one day, you'll both be ready to make this more.
(That leads to our other Pitt bet— when will you two get together)
Of course, it was during the Pitt fest that a part of your past came back to haunt you.
After all the dust had settled, you had managed to keep all your triggers checked, saving as many lives as possible under the guidance of your attendings'. You had checked with the team briefly to see if they were on the case, which, unfortunately, fortunately, they weren't.
But of course, like Shin saying the Q-word, when one thing calms down, another ignites.
——
"Put your hands above your head where we can see them now." The two cops move to arrest McKay, as Abbot and you rush in.
"Do you two seriously have nothing better to do? Do you not see what happened? She was saving lives," Abbot glares at the two cops.
"She tampered with her device," one of them sasses back, fulling your anger.
"She was saving lives. She had too." You replied back with a bite.
Abbot subtly moves in front of you, protecting you from them. He wasn't about to let them cuff you as well, as he hollers for Robby.
Robby joins the conversation as they hash it out with the cops. You nudge McKay, asking if she's okay - getting a small nervous smile back.
"Everything okay here?" It's the police chief, the one who came to make sure the cop down was okay. You immediately recognize him, having helped him catch a serial killer 2 years ago.
"Chief Casper!, it's good to see you, sir. Unfortunately, under these circumstances," you reply, interrupting what Robby was about to say.
"Agent L/N! What a surprise! You workin' this case?" He shakes your hand, and you shake your head.
"Retired last year, sir. I'm a first-year here now, but it seems your beat cops over had better things to do than help, like arresting Dr. McKay here. She tampered with her ankle monitor, yes, but she was key in saving your guy's life." You look him in the eye, tilting your head as you insult his staff.
Chief Casper sighs, looking between the cops and attendants. "Let her go, don't embarrass me anymore," he says, shaming the two cops as they release McKay.
"Agent l/n, I'm sure you'll see she takes care of this issue tomorrow, first thing?"
"Of course, sir. Would you like to see your teammate? He should be ready for guests," getting a nod back from the chief. Princess volunteers to take them, as what just happened hits everyone.
"Dude, what the fuck? Thank you." McKay rushes to hug you as you laugh.
"I'd say any time, but I'd rather not owe the guy favors."
"Agent??" Robby questions as Abbot stares you down, stern look on his face, arms crossed. You can't help but admire the bulge of his muscles.
" Oh I uhh have charts to chart now, talk later, bye-bye!!" You quickly escape, but word spread like wildfire. You sigh, knowing this was going to be a hot topic until Whitaker gets peed on again.
——
As you gather your stuff, after finally getting the okay to leave, you head to the roof. Leaning against the rail, you close your eyes for just a moment. You almost zone out, trying to forget the day, until you hear,
"You're in my spot."
Turning around, you see Abbot. "Mhm, mine now," you respond, smiling tiredly at him, dead on your feet. He can't help but think of you as a tired bunny, sleepy and cute.
"So… agent? Secret agent? Tax agent?? What are we talking about here?" Abbot asks as he stands next to you, your fingers brushing ever so slightly.
"You're like the 100th person to ask, you know." You laugh out as he gently nudges you with his body.
He turns to you, searching for eye contact, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But I'm not any person, am I, Dr L/N," he says, stepping closer and saying what you both have been thinking for months out loud.
You let out a relaxed sigh as you lean into his chest, his arms securing you around your waist.
"I got you" Exhaustion finally hits your body as you incoherently mumble into his chest. You feel his chest rumble with a high as he whispers, "Can't hear you, baby."
Finally, you look up, with your chin still resting on him.
"Used to be BAU, a division of the FBI, mr former military medic combat man."
Jack pauses, taking in what you just revealed.
"Huh, alright"
You pause. "Alright? Just alright???"
Jack was a certified yapper on the down low, a privilege you and Robby knew well.
"Jus' alright. We all have a past. Sides, everyone's gonna grill you tomorrow for me anyways." Jack's eyes twinkle again as he smiles before you both laugh. He pauses, debating as he puts his weight subtly onto his other leg. "Come home with me. Eat. Sleep. We need it."
You know what an offer like that really means for a man like Abbot.
"Let's go home," you breathe out, a small smile gracing your lips. Seems like today would be the day, you'd finally be more.
Sum: your young, smart, and ready to retire as your ass gets transported to the hospital. Thankfully, there's a hot doctor waiting for you, and your boss, Aaron Hotchner, just so happens to be the perfect wingman.
Cw: huge medical inaccuracies!!!, you get shot in the line of work. It's implied you're young and smart like Spencer. F!Reader. mdni platonic hotchner x reader, misunderstandings
Honestly, this was a long time coming, you think as the ambulance rushed you to the closest hospital.
Catching serial killers for a living had to have a short life span. Your hips hurt, your head hurt, and you've seen the worst of worst with your team. How Hotch and Rossi still do it at their age?, you'll never know, but right now, you're ready for retirement, you think as you almost bleed out.
"If I die here, I'm retiring," you can't help but tell the EMTs who are rushing you to the Pittsburgh trauma.
——
"Robby! GSW on route eta 5 mins, says she's law enforcement." Dana calls out to him.
Shit, he can't help but think as he replies to confirm.
"Santos, Whitaker, finish up with our patient here," he orders, giving Santos a stern look before she can even ask to join.
He rushes to Dana. "Ask surgery to be ready just in case," before calling over Landon, Perlah, and Mohan.
"GSW on route. We'll meet them outside, let's go." They quickly follow as Landon questions what else they know, "Not much, unfortunately."
——
The ambulance arrives not a moment later as the EMTs get you down. Robby takes you in: young, GSW to the stomach, bruising on your face and hands.
"Let's go!"
They rush in as Dana tells them room 3 is ready and prepped. Perlah quickly works on your vital, as Robby cuts your shirt.
"Gotta stop the bleeding and get a read. Looks like a through and through— Langdon, Mohan go", as they get to work. Langdon on stopping the bleeding and Mohan on x-rays. It took three hours but they managed to stop the bleeding, and your vitals were strong.
——
Waking up dizzy is never fun, especially to the feeling of pain and sounds of a beeping machine. "Please, god, if you love me, then turn that awful sound off."
You hear a soft chuckle that replies, "Sorry, not god, and can't turn that off yet. You're at Pitts Medical Trauma and I'm Doctor Robby. Can you try to open your eyes for me sweetheart? How are her vitals?"
"Solid," Landon replies as he looks over you.
Groaning, you shift up and open your eyes slowly. You can make out a tall figure beside you, with sad brown puppy dog eyes. "Can I retire now?"
Robby chuckles softly, "Don't think that's up to me, kid, but you probably have a fair chance. You came in with a GSW, through and through the stomach in a safe spot somehow, and head wounds. Do you remember anything?"
"Damn, here I thought I could get a doctor's note," you smile at him before continuing, "I remember everything, thought it'd be worse."
"You're lucky it's not," Landon replies from the corner with the others, eagerly watching your interaction from the side.
There's a knock on the door, which turns out to be Dana. "Robby, her team leader is finally here. FBI, do I let em in or?"
"FBI?" Robby looks at you confused. You look young—too young for that, but he's seen geniuses before.
"Are you up for it?"
"Send in the Calvary pretty lady!, gonna have to debrief one way or another"
"You got it. I like her." Dana stage whispers as she heads out.
"So, FBI," Robby questions, taking a seat next to you.
"Something like that. Why?, does it turn you on?" You can't help but tease him. Watching his ears turn a delicious shade of red as Langdon hides a laugh in the background.
You don't hear Hotch come in until he clears his throat.
"I didn't realize concussion was on the list of injuries, agent." Hotch lets a small smile through as he walks over to you.
"There's two of them?!," Langdon whispers quietly to Mohan and Perlah, who's already planning to tell Princess, and well, you know how that goes.
"How is she?" he asks Robby, taking the other man in. Robby can't help but stand and raise a brow back. "You are?"
"SSA Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner, BAU. Her boss," Hotch replies with a firm look.
"Dr Michael Robinavitch." They shake hands firmly as Robby continues. "Outcomes good, she'll need a lot of time to rest. Maybe a retirement." He can't help but let out.
Funny girl, pretty too, he thinks as he steps back to watch you and Hotch.
"Understood; how are you feeling, y/n?" Hotches' eyes soften as he takes you in. "The team was worried; Garcia was ready to take down the entire city," making you laugh.
"Ow! Okay, don't laugh, got it. I'm okie-dokey! Everything go alright on our end?" You ask Hotch, pretty face twisted in concern.
Hotch spares a glance at Robby, who takes the hint, "We'll leave you to be for a second."
He gestures for the others to follow him. Robby can't help but look back at you as he closes the door. Youre smiling gently at Hotch who takes your hand in his.
He sighs, knowing his chance wasn't there.
——
News spreads quickly of the pretty FBI lady hitting on Robby, making his ears red again. He can't help but glare at your room, with you and Hotch still in there.
"Glare anymore and the room will melt. Go talk to her," Dana nudges him.
"What, no, why would I? She's just a patient. Besides, there's clearly… something there," he gestures in your room, implicating you and Hotch.
"Mhm, I've seen you stop yourself too many times. You're a good man, Robby; don't stop yourself anymore." Dana replies before leaving.
Sighing again, Robby can't help but consider Dana's words as the door opens, Hotch existing before making his way to the attending.
"Is there anything we should be concerned about health-wise?" Hotch stares Robby down, but he's not one to back down.
Unfortunately, he can definitely see the similarities between them.
"She needs lots of rest, probably overnight for a while. Can't risk her wound opening up or getting infected."
"Understood, I'll stop by again later with the team once she's rested." Hotch pauses for a second. "Also, she's single," before turning around and leaving.
"Holy shit, he really is like a second Robby," he hears whispers as he stumbles over the agent's last words.
Sum: How a girl from Gotham fell inlove with her attending <3
The Pitt Tv Show x Batman - Robby x F!Reader 5.6K.
CW: gun violence, hinted abortion v briefly, gun violence, hurt/comfort, usual medical mistakes and such, minor Dana/Abbot!, plationic Batboys x reader, Wayne!Reader, MDNI and not well proofread ahh i tried my best c:
1 year ago
"You don’t have to go."
The words ring out as Bruce watches you pack. He feels old, much older than usual, as he takes you in.
His knees crack now, hair more salt than pepper, little lines around his eyes, and Robins venturing out alone more than ever now. And you, you were no longer that little girl he could pick up and tuck away from the darkness of Gotham.
He wished he could go back to the days of measuring your height on the wall with Alfred, rocking you to bed, and checking for evil rabbits under your bed.
He’s conflicted as he helps you; he doesn’t want you to go. “You could do your fellowship here,” he continues. Why go when Gotham has everything,
It has Alfred
Him
Your brothers
Titus
Heck, Batcow
So why did you have to go to Pittsburg, of all places, to continue your studies? Even Bludhaven would have been better, at least Dick would have been able to keep an eye on you, Y/N Wayne, eldest daughter to Bruce Wayne, technically.
You weren’t a spandex-wearing Robin like the rest of the birds, but honestly, you and Bruce preferred it that way. The thought of his little girl fighting thugs and the Joker made Bruce want to hurl if he was honest with himself.
He wanted you to be his little heiress. Luxury, galas, and security. But after Jason died the first time, and a part of you did as well.
Y/N Wayne became but a distant memory of the past that night. Scrubbed from the face of the earth as you started your journey anew.
You wanted to patch up your family and others. You wanted to save lives. You had watched every night as they risked their lives for a city that never gave anything back. You wanted to heal what they couldn’t, as this residency was the opportunity to do so.
You wouldn’t be Y/N Wayne, but Dr. Y/N L/N.
Their reaction to you leaving Gotham for your residency, however, was even worse, especially Damien’s.
You watch as your dad continues to sulk on your bed, swallowing a laugh. The big bad Batman and Playboy billionaire, pouting over his daughter leaving while holding your stuffed bat plushie.
"Dad. I’ll only be three hours away by car and two by jet, and I promise to come home when I can! You know you can always come to see me too, right?" you tell him softly, watching Bruce’s face.
He sighs, before grumbling, "Tell that to Damien.”
This time, you couldn’t hold in your laughter, thinking about your youngest brother. Out of Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass, Duke, and him, he was definitely the clingiest.
"I’ve already promised him he can come to stay with me and double-check for safety issues on one of his brakes if he goes to school," you reply, sticking your tongue before moving to hug him.
"I’ll be back soon, I promise."
Bruce closes his eyes as he hugs you, swearing he can still smell that faint baby smell he remembers from all those years ago. "Love you, kiddo."
"Love you too, Dad."
--
Present day, one year later. PTMD
Honestly, you couldn’t believe a year had gone by since that night.
A year of working tirelessly and learning from the amazing staff of the trauma department. You found a second family of sorts here and your very own ER cowboy, you think with a twinkle as you watch Robby.
You couldn’t dent the small crush you formed on your attending; his demeanor and humor won you over quite easily as you zoned back into the conversation.
Santos was just explaining why she calls Whitaker 'Huckleberry,' much to her delight and his dismay.
“So, did you have sheep growing up??” You excitedly asked Whittaker, who blushed at your attention.
“Ah! Well, like one and a few cows. That’s really it, it wasn’t a big farm or anything, just- yeah, a sheep,” he stammers out to you as you chatted with everyone about where they grew up.
Robby couldn’t help but overhear and chuckle at your excitement over sheep and noting maybe he should ask Santos to stop the nicknames. He shares a look with Abbot, who shakes his head, ever the cool dad.
“What about you kid?” Langdon asks, laughing.
“Oh! Gotham born and raised!”
Silence.
An utter pin-dropping silence.
You wilt internally, panicking, “It’s really not that bad!!” You stutter out, looking at everyone, hands waving.
“I could name you ten villains on the top of my head that prove that statement wrong, sweetheart,” Abbot replies in disbelief. Gotham?? How the hell were you from Gotham, town of death and doom?
Mel swallows before asking you, “I thought…I thought you couldn’t leave Gotham. If you lived there?”
Her question is met with silence once more.
It was an unspoken rule of Gotham. No one really leaves Gotham forever. At least not alive.
“Ahhahaha, well, you know, I uh was lucky! And really! It’s so much safer now, thanks to Batman and everyone else!!” You try to convince them, only to be met with deadpan looks.
“Doesn’t one of those guys use a gun now?” Langdon replies, staring at you with disbelief.
Sure, Pittsburg has villains and stuff, but like, D Rank Stuff. No one wanted to work at Gotham; the amount of violence and death was unimaginable.
“Wait! I thought they didn’t kill people??” Santos chimes in, a confused look on her face.
“They don’t!! Red hoods just uh… different?” God, you’re gonna kill Jason or, worse, eat all of Alfred’s cookies without him.
“Alright, alright, back to work! Gotham, get back to charting and maybe make an appointment with a therapist,” Robby orders out, giving you a concerned look. You can’t help but sheepishly smile back.
Robby can’t help but stare as you chart. You’re beautiful, funny, cheerful, and quirky, with your love for Halloween and the little gold bat necklace you wear every day. The same necklace he stares at when he thinks of kissing your neck in the privacy of his home.
Even on bad days, you’ve always got a little smile or laugh for him, the resident sad boi, as Dana liked to call him. How the hell are you from Gotham? he thinks, shaking his head.
And then came in his own personal Gotham, Gloria.
Tip-toeing away into the breakroom, he couldn’t help but wink at you as you caught him, enjoying the way your pretty cheeks warmed in response.
"Down cowboy, you're gonna give the girl a heart attack," Abbot snorts at him, catching the moment as he joins Robby, getting ready to leave.
"Don’t know what you’re talking about," he cheekily replies, getting another laugh back.
"See you, brother," he tells Abbot as he leaves. Lucky bastard.
--
"How are things going, Sunshine?" Robby asks later on the floor as you're finishing up with your last patient. You can't help but smile at his little pet name for you. Stop making me love you!!, you scram internally as you respond.
"Good! BPA is normal, and I think we’ll get a discharge soon!" you say as the two of you head towards the computers in the main area.
"Are you excited for Pitfest tomorrow? I’m taking my little brother who’s visiting, sooo maybe I’ll see you there!" you tell him shyly, thinking about running into the good doctor outside of the hospital again.
Robby frowns, almost cursing Jake as he shakes his head no at you.
"Gave my ticket to Jake's girlfriend, so I’ll sadly be here with the rest of the flock."
His brown eyes trace your little indulgent pretty pout at his news. He can’t help but smile, knowing it’s because of him.
"Don’t miss me too," he continues, nudging you playfully, getting a giggle out.
"Yes sir!" you giggle out. "I’ll bring you back a flower crown promise!"
--
The next day
It happens so fast, you almost get whiplash.
One second, you and Damien are at the henna stand, debating what design to get, and the next, Damien has you on the ground protecting you with his body and your pressing the SOS button on your bat necklace.
The two of you share a look as Damenin tells you to run, but you shake your head. "Go change, I need to help where I can."
Damien glares at you before giving in, trusting you and everything they’ve taught you.
Robby’s terrible, horrible, no, good day somehow becomes worse as the reason he can’t reach you, and Jake becomes clear.
There’s an active shooter at the Pittfest, and two of his own were there.
Telling his crew was even harder, as everyone tried to not panic at the news. "We need to move efficiently and communicate. I know we're scared, we're scared for y/n, but we have to trust she’s okay. Now, get to your zones. We have patients to save," he tells them as they dispatch.
If only he believe in his own words.
--
Two hours.
Two hours of non-stop patients, jakes girlfriends, rats, Gotham vigilantes of all fucking things but still no sign of you or your brother.
Robby can feel his heart plummeting as they’re low on everything, including blood. The only saving grace was reports of someone dressing wounds on the field, as he prayed it was and wasn’t you.
He heads to the ambulance deck as more vehicles come in when your voice rings through the back of a truck.
"We’ve got a leg and chest wound, internal blee-"
Robby’s head whips to you as he runs, you hunched over a man trying to keep his leg stable as another man compresses his chest. He can feel himself yell for a gurney and red bracelet, but all his eyes can focus on is you.
Your hair, arms, face, and tiny top soaked in blood. He can’t even tell what color your top was before as the crimson darkens it.
our eyes are wide and blown as Shen takes your place. A whimper leaves your mouth as you rush to hug Robby, his arms tightening around you as hard as he can.
You feel Robby’s weight crash into you as his body shakes.
"I’m okay, I’m okay," you whisper to him gently as tears blur your vision.
Robby lets you go but keeps you close for a second, his hands cradling your face as he takes you in again. "You’re okay?" His dark brown eyes stare into your soul, and it’s like he’s aged ten years.
"I’m really okay," you promise, trying to smile when others call for him.
You both share a look before rushing into the ER. There was no rest for the wicked, not tonight.
There- in all their spandex glory, were you two brothers who stood tall and proud as the police chief announced their heroic save.
“We're pleased to announce Robin and Nightwing have caught the shooter. I repeat, Robin and Nightwing have caught the shooter."
The words from the chief police staff ring out as the ER floods with claps and relief. You slump against McKay, who squeezes you by the shoulders. Happiness floods through you, knowing the perpetrator was caught and the boys were safe.
“What we did is nothing compared to what all of you accomplished, the true heroes of Pittsburgh,” Nightwing tells the crowd, who clap for him and ‘oooh’ his good looks.
He sends you a subtle wink as you try not to laugh at him and a sulking Damien next to him.
“Truly, we’re humbled and lucky to have the two of you grace us with your help and presence,” Gloria continues, her speech running dull through the staff's ears.
“I can’t believe Robin and Nightwing are here!! In Pittsburgh” you hear Whittaker say to Javadi, as you smile to yourself before reality sobered you.
The man you came in with, who had helped you save others before going down, didn’t make it. All that was left was his widow and brother-in-law.
“Are you alright?” Mel asks as she takes in your tired frame. You can’t help but give her a quick smile and nod, “Just tired.”
“Least we won’t have to worry anymore, thanks to your Gotham peeps,” McKay tells you, trying to lighten the mood.
“See, we’re not all that bad!” You tell her as Dana announces that the day crew can leave. You give a subtle smile to Dick and Damien, who quietly make their exit between the demands of autographs and speeches.
You catch Robby’s tired eyes, and he gives you a slight nod.
You watch as he quickly leaves for the roof, silently following a few minutes later.
—-
On the roof, you find him near the edge, releasing a sigh that makes your heart anxiously skip a beat.
“Room for one more?” your voice raspily whispered out, trying not to startle him. Robby shrugs, his hands in his pockets and shoulders slumped.
“You missed Abbot's beehive speech,” Robby tells you, glancing at you briefly. What a shit day, he thinks as his eyes close.
“Sounds like I missed a riveting moment,” you tell him snorting, “Any chance you wanna join me on this side? I’m scared of heights.”
You watch as he moves to join you on the other side of the roof fence, laughing slightly.
“A Gothamite scared of heights? Sound like a bad joke,” he tells you as he moves, making you laugh.
“Almost as bad as Nightwing’s spandex,” you tell him, getting a deep-chested chuckle back.
“Where’s your brother? Is he okay?”
“He’s safe and okay at home, thank god. I got him out early,” you lie, wincing internally.
Robby moves to stand in front of you. The moonlight highlighted his handsome features and the grey peeking through in his hair and beard. He’s breathtaking, and you're fully aware of all the blood that covers you in comparison.
It’s like time stills before the magnetic pull between the two of you finally snaps, allowing Robby to pull you into him.
“You were amazing tonight, sweetheart,” he whispers into your hair as tears slip out again.
“Not as amazing as you,” you tell him sincerely. “Every life we saved today was because of you, Michael; please don’t ever forget that.”
The two of you lock eyes again and slowly close the distance between your lips. His lips are dry and cracked but warm against yours.
It’s perfect. You think, leaning into his kiss as he pulls you in deeper, the grip on your body tightening. He’s perfect.
—
Or at least, it was.
It was perfect. The perfect kiss. The perfect everything… That single moment on the roof changed everything for you, and it seemed like nothing for Robby.
He never mentions it again.
Doesn't kiss you again.
One week had passed since the fated Pittfest night, and nothing.
Just casual work talks about daily Pitt-villains and pure, unadulterated avoidance.
You tried not to take it personally, but how could you not. Your feelings for Robby only grew stronger that night.
But it seems he was only willing to run farther from you.
You tried not to think about that, drowning yourself in your work.
—
Another day, another avoidance, you think as you walk to check on your last patient, a poor civilian who got in the crossfire of a hero and mobster, as Abbot joins your walk.
“He still avoiding you, kid?” he can’t help but ask, eyes twinkling with concern and amusement, making you huff.
“Avoiding me like I have cooties. Hey, do you think if I flashed him my tits, that’ll get him talking?” you ask teasingly, staring up at the older man, making him choke.
“Knew I should have started working days when you started,” he tells you, laughing, lightly nudging you.
“Pfft, Please!” you tell him in between laughs, “I could be flashing you, and you’d still be too focused on a certain pretty charge nurse to notice!” making Abbot smirk softly.
Unknown to the both of you, Robby watched as you laughed and teased each other. The way Abbot comfortably nudged you made him clench the pen in his hand before walking away.
Robby knows he wants you, wants you in ways that burn and keeps him awake at night, especially after the kiss you shared. The kiss, he thinks, rubbing his face. It was perfect…just like you.
Later on, on the roof, when he’s joined by Abbot, the small, petty side of Robby wants to ignore him.
Ignore his brother bee, he thinks with a snort as the two men lean against the railing of the roof, the sun finally setting.
“So…” Abbot starts, “When are you finally gonna talk to Sunshine?”
Groaning, Robby tells the man he’s this close to pushing him off the roof, making Abbot laugh.
“Push me all you want, brother, you still haven’t answered the question. There’s only so much brooding and pining an ER can take”.
“Why because you want her?” Robby bites out, bitter over his pent-up and troubling emotions, as Abbot snorts.
“I love the kid but not the way you do. I’m her friend as I’m yours, always. So tell me the truth.”
Robby pauses as he tries to find the words, his shoulders sinking.
“I- its.. everything. Fucking criminals, The Pittfest, Adamson’s death, Jake, and…Collins. When…” he stops, swallowing. “There might have been a baby, and I’ll never really know, and that’s okay. I know it’s okay, and she’s okay, but all this sadness. All of this pain. I can’t lose her too. So if I never have her…”
The pause in the air is heavy as everything sinks in. The grief he’s been carrying every day, trying to be strong.
“Robby, if you never have her.. you’ll still always know that pain.”
--
Time passed as his conversation with Abbot replayed in his head. He works with a new therapist and tries to work on what he’s really feeling. He also tries to rebuild his friendship with you slowly but surely. An extra coffee he just happened to grab, or asking how your cases were going more often.
You could tell something had happened between Abbot and Robby; the two men were never good at hiding their bromance and that something had led to this… change.
It made you feel nervous, sure, if a little unsure, but if Robby was willing to try, then you could as well. Even if it just meant being friends. Flirty, I want you so bad, but I can’t admit it, friends, but friends nonetheless.
So when Gloria announces to Robby that they were getting more funding, everyone thought they were transported into another universe.
“What….What?” Robby exclaims, shellshocked as Gloria continues her announcement smugly before continuing-
“It took some time, but PTMC just secured their biggest donor, and for some reason,” she continues after giving Robby and Abbot a look, “our donor insisted a large portion be used to help you ER cowboys. As a thank you and introduction of them and other donors, we’ll be holding a gala one month from now. We hope to see everyone there!” she tells the crowd as she leaves.
Excitement filled the air with the news of funding and possible hours, hires, and equipment.
“Do you think she sold her soul?” Abbot asks, making Dana laugh. If there was a little lift in the corner of his mouth after, well, that was between him and whatever devil Gloria sold her soul to.
“Maybe it was LexCorp? Heard they were looking to expand.” Dr. King exclaimed, making you gag.
“Ughh, I hope not. I’d rather not die in whatever stupid plan Lex Luthor has,” you say as a full-body shiver wrecks you. “Or deal with the weirdos he’d attract.”
“Amen to that. Gimmie me D-rated Pitt heroes and villains any day,” Shen tells you, giving you a fist bump.
“But I wouldn’t say no to giving Superman a well-deserved physical.”
--
The night of the gala came quicker than anyone could have expected as you worked on the final touches of your outfit.
A stunning pink gown, gifted by Bruce but picked out by Stephanie and Cass, that highlighted your figure beautifully. The dress all but confirmed who the “secret donor” was, but you couldn’t find yourself to be upset.
You felt incredible and unstoppable. I hope he'll save me a dance, you think to yourself as you wrap your shawl around your shoulders.
--
The gala was in full swing as you arrived, and you couldn’t help but spot a birdie or two that may or may not have been following you since you left.
A smile graces your lips as you enter the gala ballroom, that was tastefully decorated with white lilies and intricate light features, ignoring all the eyes that stare at you in awe and envy.
Robby feels the air leave his lungs as he watches you enter the ballroom with the grace and beauty of a painting come to life. Your pink and blue dress highlights your figure in ways your usual scrubs didn’t, as he feels his ears turn red.
“Oh wow, she looks incredible.” He hears King whisper to Langdon as Abbot nudges him to move.
On autopilot, he makes his way to you, and when your eyes connect, it’s like there’s no one else in the room but you and him.
“Hi,” you whisper shyly at him, smiling. Robby smiles back as he offers you his arm, which you gratefully take as he leads you to the table of all your coworkers.
“You look.. beautiful isn’t enough to describe how you look tonight,” he whispers to you, making your face warm.
“Right back at ya,” you whisper back, playful, making him laugh.
At the table sat Langdon, Mel, Dana, Abbot, Shen, and Ellis, who all greet and compliment you, much to your embarrassment.
“Well, don’t you look nice, princess!” Ellis teases you as you stick out your tonight.
Laughter and chatter filled the table before the speeches began and as the speeches went on. You felt relaxed as Robby rested his hand on your thigh. His grip is comforting and warm against the fabric of your dress.
“Try and look alive,” he whispers to you as you drown out Gloria on stage, and you stifle a laugh.
“- and with that, I welcome our newest donor with pride, Bruce Wayne!!” Gloria finishes as Bruce graces the stage.
Claps and cheers fill the ballroom as Bruce takes the mic. He’s dressed in a navy suit and looks ever the part of a Playboy billionaire.
“Thank you. It brings me great pleasure to assist such a prestigious teaching hospital as this. I’ve heard good things and hope to hear more. Now, please, dance, drink, and enjoy,” he finishes with a raised glass.
Short and sweet like always, you silent snort to yourself as you clap with everyone else.
--
“I can’t believe Bruce Wayne is our donor! Do you think he needs a private doctor?” Langdon asks after everything had calmed down,
“No way I called dibs!” Shen interrupts.
“You called dibs on Superman!” Dana reminds him, making everyone laugh.
“But 2’oclock, there’s your man now. Go get him, tiger!” Ellis says, clapping him on the shoulder as Bruce makes his way to your table.
You catch the twinkle in your father's eye as he makes his way, as he gestures for you to join him, making you smile and get up.
“Y/n?” Mel asks as you send her a wink before meeting your father halfway for a hug, stunning everyone.
Robby watches you hug the older man and feels what can also be described as green. He catches Abbot's questioning gaze and only shrugs, fists clenched under the table.
Leaning into your dad's embrace, you feel him relax for just a second before his normal amour goes up again.
“How are you doing?” he asks, looking into your eyes before looking you over. “You look beautiful.”
“Why thank you, Bruce,” you tell him cheekily, making him laugh.
There was something about calling your dad Bruce in public that always tickled your pickle. “My dad bought it for me!” you say with a cheesy grin, making him laugh.
“Spoiled”. He whispers before nodding towards your table.
“Oh! Please let me introduce you to my team! Come on!!” you tell him excitedly, grabbing onto his arm and pulling. Bruce smiles, thinking about how some things never change with age.
Robby stands as you pull the other man to your table and moves to shake Bruce’s hand. “Bruce, this is my attending!-“
“Bruce Wayne.”
“Dr. Michael Robinavitch”
The handshake, well, death grip match made you sweat drop at the two sudden alpha males.
Coughing, you interrupt and introduce everyone at the table as Bruce moves to sit after flagging down a waiter for another chair.
“So how do you two know each other, if you don’t mind us asking” Dana starts, glancing at you and Bruce, her eyes slightly narrowed.
“Ah! Bruce is my dad’s best friend! We go way back! Hahaha,” you tell her nervously, suddenly realizing how this might look like to your coworkers and Robby. You glance at him and smile nervously, reaching subtly under the table to grab his hand.
“Known the kiddo forever,” Bruce chimes, scuffing the top of your head as you whine and pout.
“Does that mean you have teen angst stories for us?” Abbot asks mischievously, breaking the ice as you pale.
Bruce’s eyes twinkle again, “I can do even better. Wanna hear about she was convinced evil musical bunnies were going to take over the world-“ as you groan into your hands. You feel Robby quietly shake with laughter next to you.
The others weren’t so kind, and the table filled with stories of your youth and Pitt mishaps.
Slowly, the ballroom fills with dancers as Bruce makes his way back to the floor, promising to find you later.
Robby cleats his throat as he looks down at you, “Would you like to dance?” he asks as your eyes light up.
“Yes!”
The two of you make out onto the floor, slowly gliding as Robby leads with one hand on your waist and the other holding your hand up. Your bodies leave no room between you two as the music lulls your head onto his chest.
Robby can’t help but squeeze your waist tighter and place a soft kiss on your head. “This okay?”
You look up from his chest into his deep brown eyes and smile. “More than, if it’s okay with you,” you whisper, getting a bashful smile back.
“Sweetheart… I..I know I’ve been hot and cold lately, and that’s not fair to you. It’s never been fair to you as my resident, my friend and hopefully, my—”
But he’s cut off by loud gunshots. The ballroom doors are ripped open as six masked gunmen fill the room, shooting their automatics into the air.
Screams fill the air as Robby quickly grabs you as you try to pull away and rushes you back to the table with everyone else.
“EVERYONE DOWN NOW”
One of the men screams out as you and the crowd sit on the floor. You quickly scan the room and don’t see Bruce anywhere while noting how many weapons each man has and two shadows near the ceilings.
The six men make their way to the middle, guns pointed at the crowd before they continue.
“Now, ladies and gents. We don't want any trouble. We just want your money and jewels! My friends here are gonna go around with the bag, and your gonna give us everything quickly or else…. oh and Bruce Wayne. Come er’ Bruice Brucie!!!” the man screams out as two of the men work the crowd.
But Bruce is nowhere to be seen, angering the main robber.
“I thought Bruce Wayne was supposed to be here!!” he yells out, but no one responds. “Fuckin bastard, hurry up with this shit,” he yells at his men, who just made it to where you were.
Quickly, the men hand them whatever cash they have, and you catch the grimace on Abbot's face, knowing what the soldier was thinking.
You quietly hand over your earrings and matching bracelet when you suddenly feel the barrel of the automatic against your face.
You still, as the gunman forces your face up with the tip of his barrel, a sleazy smile gracing his half lips, the only part visible beside his eyes.
“Ain't you a pretty thing.” He says, nudging the other man, “Think the boss will let us take a souvenir.” he snickers as he greedily drinks up your form and pushes the gun deeper into you.
“Sto-“ you feel Robby start before the gunmen looks at him as screams fill the room again.
The two shadows you saw earlier fly down, taking all but the leader down in swift movements.
You react the moment he releases the pressure from your chin. Grabbing the barrel and pushing it up with all your strength, knocking the man down before flipping the gun to shoot his leg.
The other gunmen drop the bag of goods and try to reach for his gun, but it's already too late as you shoot him. Both men are down, screaming about their legs as you keep the automatic trained on them.
The leader, now alone, ran for the doors only to run directly into someone’s chest…
--
After the police got your statements and the injured were moved and treated, you could feel the adrenaline crashing.
You feel yourself getting woozy when you're suddenly helped up by the one and only Nightwing, who grins at you cheekily.
“Well, hello, little civilian!” he greets you cheerfully as you give him a deadpanned look.
“Truly Nightwing. Must you act so uncommonly,” a snarky voice behind you says, making you grin, as the one and only Robin joins you.
Damien’s eyes slightly soften as he takes you in the same way your father does before hardening, making you smile.
“Will you be alright, ‘ukht?’ he questions as you nod. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, and I’ll see you three later, okay?” you tell him with a soft smile as he nods before disappearing.
Nightwing gives you a quick squeeze before disappearing as well, leaving you to go to find Robby and the others.
When you finally spot them, you're greeted with frantic hugs and worries, “Jesus, don’t ever do that again, kid.” Abbot tells you with a firm squeeze between him and Dana.
“I’ll try not to,” you reply, trying to lighten the mood before reaching Robby, who grabs on to you like his life depends on it. Your body shakes silently as you melt into him.
“Never. Again.” He firmly tells you, holding your face up as you nod.
“Can we talk later, please, Robby?” you ask as he nods before placing a kiss on your forehead again.
“Am I crazy, or did we just see Nightwing, Robin, and Batman.” Leave it to Shen to break the silence.
--
The next day, you're all allowed to stay home from the night, and you couldn’t be more grateful for Bruce and his money, knowing he made that possible.
Robby would be at your apartment any second, you note nervously while working on a tea platter. Alfred would be proud, you quietly think to yourself as you take a picture to send him later.
The doorbell rings as you rush to open it, finding Robby leaning against your frame. He’s wearing a dark blue v-neck and dark jeans. His brown eyes have heavy bags under them, darker than usual. He looks exhausted but happy to see you.
You move aside to let him in as he stands in front of you. Neither of you says a word as you look down and fiddle with the edge of your green floral summer dress.
“So,” you both start before laughing. You look up at Robby before offering “tea?”
The two of you move into your living room as Robby takes a second to appreciate your space.
It is bright, spacious, and well-decorated in a way that shows off your personality, from the various flower vases to the little knickknacks hidden around.
“I..” he starts before stopping. You gesture for him to sit on the couch as you grab the tea set, setting it down in front of you.
“You didn’t have to go through all this trouble, sweetheart,” Robby tells you, making you smile.
“I wanted to,” you tell him, shaking your head.
Always so thoughtful, he thinks, smiling before telling you everything. Everything he said, Abbot, and more, from work, life, therapy, and his feelings for you, finally.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever be good enough or be the man you need, but I’m trying, and I'll continue to try every day if it means I get to have you in my life.”
Robby holds your hands in between his, your knees touching. Slowly, you lean closer -
“Robby, you’ve always been the man I’ve needed, and whatever happens going forward, you’ll always have me in your life, forever.”
The space between the two of you is nonexistent as your lips find each other for the first but never the last time.
--
Later, when you're wrapped up in his arms and sheets, tea long forgotten, you ask if it’s a good time to tell him your dad is actually Bruce Wayne.
Due to popular demand here is a list of my all time favorite fics in no particular order:
Dr. Robby
Dr. Abbot
Dr. Robby & Dr. Abbot
Mr. Tears by @kisses4themissus -‘After a drunken night in vegas robby wakes up to find himself wed to a very popular singer.’
Lovebug by @kisses4themissus - ‘Robby slowly grows to like the ICU's head doctor. Running the ICU isn't an easy feat but not as tough as being a single mom to "lovebug"’
Human Resources by @rr-after-dark - ‘After finding Dr. Robby’s Tinder profile with a suspiciously large outline in his shorts, your friends make a bet to see who can get definitive proof of his big dick -- and you, despite being wildly in love with him, agree to participate.’
Material Girl by @rr-after-dark - ‘Opposites attract: Serious, intense, widower, army veteran, and emergency room doctor Jack Abbot finds love in a sweet, sexy, silly bimbo.’
Thick Stream by @mx-pastelwriting - ‘Asking "Can I hold it while you pee?". That's all.’
Tummy by @thatfanficstuff - ‘She loves Robby, even his tummy’
Unexpected Sparks by @thatfanficstuff ‘You, Katrina Sparks, are a paramedic. Your cool demeanor, accurate assessments and unorthodox treatments catch Robby's attention first then Jack's. It doesn't hurt that you're stunning. But they can't be distracted by you when they have been not so patiently waiting for their third soulmate. The name that's been scrawled across Robby's ribs and Jack's thigh forever. But damn are you tempting.’
House Calls by @candlelitea ‘Gloria holds a lecture for all her doctors. To your dismay, it’s held by your former boss and lover, Dr. Gregory House.’
Gothams Girl by @candlelitea ‘How a girl from Gotham fell inlove with her attending <3’
These are fics that I read all the time and will always go back too. I highly recommend giving them a read because they are SO GOOD 🥰🥰
Honestly thinking of rewriting little rabbit bc I feel like a rushed it with no thought or plot really planned :c and lots my interest in writing just cause I didn’t like it
