Face of another
FOA fic. Made by dolling
Aunt reader chapter 4
Also this does not look like 1k words but it is I promise😭
“So auntie what is it that you’ve been doing around the world?” Damian asked his gaze fixated on you. “You know, the usual. Modeling, rich party’s, and more modeling.” You muttered. Your eyes focused on the road.
“How come you never bothered to call, or text, or send a letter?” He hissed. If you were just doing the same things you did, when you were living with his mother. How come you didn’t make time for him?
Your only nephew? What since did that make? Oh well he can answer that!
Simple, it didn’t. No matter how hard Damian tried to look at it. From different perspectives, and angles. He just couldn’t see what could possibly make you so busy?
So busy you couldn’t send one ‘good Morning’ text?
“Hun.. I just needed a well deserved break.” You confessed, pulling over the car into your apartment driveway.
“Away from your family? Grandfather also said family should never abandon family.” He uttered, his voice flat, trying to get straight to the point.
“Me and your…Mother, didn’t exactly get along.” You whispered, even just thinking about the memories with Talia were painful. “Even as we got older, she always felt… superior towards me.”
“But from my perspective, you and mother got along just fine.” From as far as Damian could remember you and Talia, always had a Solid relationship.
Even if you both had a disgment about something. At the end of the day you both put it behind eachother to get to the bigger picture.
You and Talia once had a sibling relationship, but that was when you were 12 and younger, at least that’s what Damian believes.
From the rare occasions when you told him stories about your childhood.
“Yes, from your perspective. Me and your mother knew better than to be around you, when we were arguing, our relationship only started getting better when you were born.”
With any other person, they would have just left the conversation there. But Damian? Oh he wasn’t just any other person. If he wanted to know about something, he would find out. One way or another.
“Tt, blood sisters not getting along?” Damian questioned, he’s never heard of such a ridiculous thing. Sibling argued and had sibling rivalry.
But just plan not liking each other, at all?
And by his mother and her twin. His mother, the same woman who constantly reminded him when he was growing up. That family is everything?
“Maybe we should continue this conversation later” you said, not giving him the opportunity to speak.
“What wait-you, you can’t just walk away!” He said opening his door to follow you to your apartment.
“Child, do not try and tell me what I can and cannot do” you peep him trying to get the trunk door open, so he can get his bookbag out of the trunk . he really does look exactly like Bruce and Talia, such a beautiful but sad combination.
“Tim, what did you find about her.” Bruce said, it had been only a few hours since you and Damian left. But they had wasted no time, in trying to find anything about that they could.
“Nothing other than the fact, that she models” Tim said. His voice hiding his uneasiness. Finding any information on someone from the league was hard enough. Finding info about Ra’s second ‘daughter’?
Now that was tough, even for the greatest detectives in the world.
That’s why Bruce was so quick to send Damian with you. He was Bruce’s son, sooner or later. Damian would ‘try’ and put mini car in your house.
Dick had left a little while after you, and Jason went back to his apartment to get ready for patrol.Duke is sleeping, Stephanie is doing whatever shit she does before partrol.
And Cass is already out there fighting the crimes, so really it’s just Tim and Bruce.
And Alfred with the occasional pop up with refreshments.
Maybe Bruce should’ve asked you where you lived, just so he could check up on Damian. Or…to check up on you.
And here you go again, flooding Bruce’s thoughts. It’s like he couldn’t get you off his mind no matter how hard he tried. Maybe it’s the way you look at him.
The way you look at him like he’s not Batman the greatest crime solver, like he’s not Bruce Wayne the billionaire playboy. Like he’s just him.
Like he’s human.
“Understand, you should grab something to eat before patrol.”
Tim sighed in disbelief, Bruce telling him to go to sleep? the same man who Alfred has to continually remind him to go sleep?
“Maybe you should take your own advice.” Tim hissed, he didn’t mean for his words to come out that way. It’s just this random woman, walks into the batcave.
Like she’s some close old friend of Bruce’s? And than clams to be Damian’s aunt! And Damian doesn’t even deny it.
When Tim was with the league, he hadn’t heard of Ra‘s having another daughter.
And the worst of all was, that Bruce let Damian go with this random woman. Even if Tim and demon spawn had a confusing relationship Tim still didn’t want his bother in danger.
Tim didn’t trust her. Not one bit.
“I’m sorry, da-Bruce I didn’t mean it to come out like that.” Tim said, turning around his chair to take a look a Bruce. Lightly stroking his hair.
It was a habit, he had since he was younger. It was something his old nanny did to him when he use to cry because his parents wouldn’t make it to his birthday celebrations.
Aka them parting like their lives depend on it. Sometimes even forgetting they had a child at home, most of the time they would remember when it was time to pay the nanny’s.
“It’s fine Tim, I get your just worrying about Damian. But I can reassure you, he will be fine.” Bruce said, his voice not reaching his eyes.
It was clear he was slightly paranoid about Damian too.
“How can you be so sure about that? We know nothing of her. Nothing…”
“Your brother knows how to take care of himself.”
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