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hi guys! mb I was hunting alligators in the amazon and had no service! Also I'm wayyy too impatient and the pole is taking too long :D also this is like 98% filler so next part is better trust
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Your eyes flick open, it was seven in the morning, and since it was your birthday, you were hoping to sleep in.
However, with how your phone was blowing up, you doubted you would get too.
After what happened in Japan, apparently Dick had knocked "Wraith" out and brought you to the batcave for questioning. They thought you were too drugged up to do anything and left you unattended.
But your body worked even while your mind was fogged up, so while on enough sedatives to put a large herd of elephants into shock, you escaped your handcuffs and dissapeared into the night.
After barely managing to explain your situation to a very worried Alfred, you got him to erase the security footage of you stumbling around the outside of the manor.
He also explained to the rest of the family that you had hit your head in a boating accident and had lost pretty much all memory of Japan.
He also told the rest of your team that you were safe and happily asleep in the manor.
With a sigh you lifted your head up and looked around. The summer sun was already shining through the window of your small room.
After contemplating life for a few minutes, you got up and dressed.
Sadly, half your sad excuse for a wardrobe was left in your hotel room in Japan. Meaning the rest of your closet consisted of few pieces of loungewear and training clothing.
You tugged on a pair of sweats and a tight athletic shirt. You usually avoided tighter clothing, as well as anything that showed skin around your family.
Partly to avoid any bandages or scars showing, and partly to avoid showing any muscle that any normal "civilian" definitely shouldn't have.
After heading downstairs, whole body sore, you made your way to the kitchen, microwaving an old bowl of Greek takeout you had found.
You yanked up the hem of your shirt, inspecting the large wound left from the gang member in Japan.
At that moment, you heard a set of quiet footsteps enter the kitchen and yanked your shirt back down just a moment too late.
There stood Damian. Alfred the cat in hand and Ace trailing behind him.
Your brain was already slowed from the remnants of whatever Dick had hit you with, so quick thinking wasn't exactly on the table.
Damian looked annoyed, "The giant cut across your stomach? You know, Wrai-"
He cut off, realising his mistake. Then the pieces clicked.
"You're Wraith, aren't you."
It wasn't a question. He knew.
You sighed, tilting your head back against the cupboards. Leaning all your weight into the counter.
"Yeah. I'm Wraith. So what? You don't know shit about me. And if you do, you'd know why Bruce doesn't know."
Damian's jaw clenched and Ace trotted up to you, laying at your feet.
"I won't tell Father under one condition. I get to meet the rest of them."
You raised a brow. "That's all it's going to take?"
He nodded, running a hand along Alfred's back.
"And I know much more than you think I do"
You smirked, "Like what?"
"Like it's your birthday."
The truth is Damian was never told what you were actually like. He was told that you were small, weak, oblivious and stupid.
So when the two of you were let alone at home and he saw the near six foot, muscled fighter, with a gleam in her eyes, he assumed you were a family friend. Certainly not the -Reader- they were talking about. Especially after you picked up your phone after a call came through and started yammering off what sounded like threats in a language he didn't understand.
Frankly, he was quite pleased that his one biological sibling was not a complete and total failure, but rather someone to look up to.
Your "family" on the other hand was under the impression the you were a loser with no friends and therefore needed help with... well, everything.
However, you currently had several people texting you, attempting to get you to their party.
You see, every year, your birthday was a competition between several billionaires, and other friends to get you to their houses for a party.
Last year, it was in Nanda Parbat, with your mother and grandfather. They managed to attract you with the phrase:
"We run this place. No laws. We have beer on hand."
The year before that it was Tony Stark.
Your mother was not happy about that and had attacked halfway through the party, dragging you to an exclusive restaurant your grandfather had bought on the spot so you could celebrate before your birthday ended.
Damian has been stuck to your side all morning. Right now you were trying to coax him out of coming with you to meet Luke and Taylor before the whole "Get -Reader- to your party" game started.
With a sigh, you gave in. Alfred had already said you could borrow his car.
Just as you were walking through the foyer, you were stopped by an angry group of vigilantes that you just so happened to be partially related to.
"Good morning -Reader-! How are you feeling? Up for breakfast?"
You looked down at Damian who looked exactly as confused as you were.
"Uhhh I'm actually heading out with Damian to meet with some friends..."
Tim pitched in, "Oh! Special occasion?"
Before you could stop him, Damian interrupted, "Yes. It is -Reader-'s birthday today."
You cursed under your breath, earning a muttered "Watch your language." from Stephanie.
Dick spoke up. Despite lying about being a vigilante almost everyday, he was surprisingly terrible at lying outside of it.
"Wow! We knew that! We were just about to take you to... uhhh a lunch out!"
You were skeptical. "No, I really have to meet my friends now."
Bruce finally spoke, "Well then. We can finally meet these friends of yours."
Being squished into a car with Damian on your right, Tim on your left, Bruce driving and Dick in the passenger seat was not your ideal morning to say the least.
Your phone wrung, saving you the pressure of having to small talk.
Bruce turned around, already grinning at the use of "Dad". His face dropped when he saw you on the phone
Tony: "Hey kid!! So, the car will pick you up in ten, and drop you off at the tower, I already have a few gifts planned and I still need your help on the coding on the new Friday model."
You: "Uh sorry Dad but um Bruce is driving me to some restaurant..."
Tony choked. Then laughter erupted from various people across the phone.
You had to pull the phone away from your ear because of how loud it was and winced. Everyone was staring.
Tony: "Nice try honey. We got a surprise waiting for you, jus-"
You: "I'm very sorry but I can't get out of this!"
To your absolute surprise you mother's voice answered
Thalia: "Hello sweetie, don't worry about it, we're tracking your location and will be there soon. Lots of love! Oh! And is your brother there?"
You passed the phone over to Damian who immediately switched to Arabic. He quickly finished the conversation and handed the phone back.
You know what? Fuck them.
You decided to keep the conversation in Arabic. As a member of an important government agency, you spoke more languages than you knew what to do with.
After failing to stop Tony, your mother and several other avengers from coming after you, you closed off the conversation in Russian. One of the few languages that most everyone in that room knew.
After hanging up you sighed and put on a blank face, internally struggling to keep it there after looking at everyone's shocked faces.
Unfortunately, your mother was not joking in the least. You had just stepped out of the car, way underdressed for this place, when a familiar set of arms wrapped around you, lifting you into the air, before finally settling you into a bridal style carry.
You laughed, tilting your head back, then looked up at Luke, his eyes had a certain sparkle that usually meant no good.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, dropping a soft kiss on his cheek before patting his arm and saying
He was wearing a perfectly tailored black suit, and the very expensive watch you had gotten him for his birthday.
He pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and leaned his head down, whispering "Happy birthday -Reader-"
You almost melted and he knew it. In fact he knew exactly what he was doing, you realized the fact when you looked up and saw the smirk that Sam was convinced he learned from you on his face.
The scar across the corner of his mouth stretched.
A cough sounded from behind you and you turned around, Bruce had his arms crossed and Dick looked murderous.
Damian on the other hand looked.... Excited?
He walked up to your boyfriend, and Luke said something that made Damian snicker.
You didn't get a chance to hear it, because of the second set of arms wrapped around you.
This time they were bare, no suit. With lean muscle, smaller than Luke's but still strong.
Taylor stepped back and your face lit up.
"You're wearing the dress I got you!"
Taylor grinned, "Of course! And I brought THE dress with me."
Your heart raced. She was talking about a gorgeous maroon evening gown. It fit you like a glove and you were dying to wear it.
(Chat if you don't like it idc just imagine smth else)
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Another set of arms wrapped around you. If you got one more surprise hug you were going to implode.
You tilted your head back and saw a familiar face smirking at you.
"Dad!" You turned around and hugged Tony back.
This time Bruce aggressively coughed, interrupting the moment.
Tony released you and pivoted to glare at Bruce.
He was painfully aware of your treatment back at the manor.
Thalia strutted up to the billionaire stand off and placed a hand on your shoulder.
A grin spread across your face.
To your surprise, Tony broke eye contact first to smile out you and explain: "Well we know how much stress the whole..... Competition causes you, so we decided to group together and throw a party worthy of you!"
"Huh, I didn't expect that one." You snort, then look over at Luke who was currently verbally beating the shit out of Dick. To your surprise, Damian was standing next to your boyfriend, occasionally making snide remarks.
Peter was arms crossed, attempting to make peace with an annoyed Tim. Duke, Steph and Cass were getting interrogated by Thor, who was questioning why the hell he could feel a slight light energy aura off of Duke, and the other two were defending him. And Bruce was currently arms crossed, staring Tony down.
A sudden whistle broke through the fray of arguing family.
You and Luke both brought your fingers to your mouth to whistle back, but dropped them after realising that it wasn't a distress call.
Taylor was standing on a marble bench beside the entrance of the restaurant, arms crossed.
"HEY! WAYNE LOSERS, OVER HERE!!! WE CALL DIBS ON -Reader-!!!"
An assembly of cries broke out and you massaged your brow. The attempt at making the "Who gets -Reader-" game easier had failed.
Suddenly a set of hands placed themselves on your shoulders.
You tensed before relaxing, "Luke?"
"Hey -n/n-, let's get out of here, okay?"
You sighed, "Yeah, let me just tell Tony and Thalia first."
You grabbed your non biological dad and your mom by the wrists and dragged them over to the side of the the restaurant entrance.
"Hey, um me and Luke are gonna go, alright? I love both of you, but I really don't want to be doing this."
Tony sighed, annoyed but Thalia cut in
"Of course, just tell Taylor first."
You looked over at your best friend, yelling at Dick, and Bruce who were both twice her size. Taylor was never one to hold back after all.
You walked up to the group, and switched to Basque. One of the very few languages that the two men didn't speak.
"Hey, Taylor, Luke and I are gonna go, so we will meet you in Stark tower at like, seven. I love you but I don't want to deal with these <Fuck Faces> right now."
You left the curse out in English for emphasis.
Luke called a private car with a wave of his hand. His family had a quiet kind of power. His last name "Avaren" held more influence than almost any name out there.
He ended up bringing you to one of your favourite spots in the world.
Your head rested against Luke's shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close.
You were seated on the top of a large Gotham skyscraper, with a cheap cheese pizza on your laps.
The sharp sound of metal cutting through wind halted in front of you.
You blinked and watched an empty iron man suit fly in.
It held up a screen of what looked to be a face time.
Tony's face was taking up nearly all the screen.
"How the fuck did you get up there?"
Steve yelled "LANGUAGE!" from somewhere behind him.
Your father rolled his eyes.
"So, you showing up or what?"
Thalia could be heard shouting orders in Arabic in the background
"Why the fuck is -Reader- on a Wayne inc skyscraper?" Jason scratched the back of his head.
"Well how would I know? That's why we called you after all." Tim replied.
There was something incredibly off.
"Did you get the tracker on her?" I asked.
"Yes, I got the tracker on her, and it looks like she's moving towards.... Stark Tower?" Dick sighed.
Stephanie stretched her arms above her head. "So let's go save a civilian from a party!"
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