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They are such disasters this ep. All HJ and lavonte had to do was say Batchild was their daughter and interested in going to the school. Instead they're like dad, not dad, cousin.

Like it probably wouldn't have worked since Aron seems to be something abnormal. I'm thinking inquisition or some other monster hunter. But if he did keep on their case they could call him a homophobe and run

#city council of darkness #ccod #hj wingstreet #lavonte worthy #batchild #bat child #vesper childers

not to victim blame but you can’t have the name vesper childers and not expect to get turned into a bat/vampire/whatever she is

#my assumption is that it’s like with the emt #she’s a vampire but darkness man is trying to convince her she’s kinda just a normal guy #dimension 20 #d20 #vesper childers #bat child #batchild #ccod #d20 ccod #city council of darkness

I wonder if the Omaha Sunday Scoop is a case of Emily not knowing that Omaha's newspaper is the World Herald, it Nancy Danderhoof works for some tiny ass newspaper no one cares about

#silly speaks #dimension 20 #city council of darkness #Nancy Danderhoof #batchild

Trash lll| Bruce Wayne × Child!reader

Summary: In a city where survival is your main objective, you do whatever it takes, including getting involved in Gotham's criminal world.

Warnings: Common comic book violence, weapons, corruption of minors (minors involved in crimes), reader with no gender specified, comment if you want to be tagged in the continuation.

(Chapter l, Chapter ll, Chapter lll, Chapter lV)

(Dc comics)

There were murmurs all around you, but you didn't make a point of paying attention to them. You stared at the car window as if there was something interesting there, but you didn't really pay attention, lost in your thoughts.

The streets weren't exactly the place you'd like to call home, but now in the direction of Wayne Manor, they were exactly the place you'd like to be, you didn't know the person sitting next to you and you didn't want to be with them, you'd learned not to trust and now you had your whole life in someone else's hands, it frustrated you.

A slight discomfort in the area around your stomach snapped you out of your thoughts. You put your hand on it, feeling the relief of the bandages even on top of the winter sweater you were wearing. That wound was a daily reminder of why you should stay with Bruce Wayne, even if you didn't like it.

"Can you hear me?" Bruce's voice stopped being a whisper and became clear to you, who just nodded in confirmation, which he didn't seem to believe. "We're almost there. I have to remind you that you're not completely healed, but you'll be fine soon." He had probably noticed the way your hand was on the exact spot of the wound.

"I'm not worried about that," you replied, your voice low and hoarse, since waking up in hospital you had made little point of using your voice, not very interested in talking to Jason (the man who was there with you almost every day), Bruce, the doctors or the wards, your main interaction was with Jason who, while you were awake, made a habit of watching television with you.

"Are you in pain?" Bruce asked calmly, not even looking at you, which for no apparent reason brought you a kind of comfort. You didn't answer the question, you felt some pain, but you couldn't identify what it was. Bruce looked away from you for a brief second, but didn't insist on talking, contenting himself with listening to the car radio.

There was an old man driving the car, and you watched him from a corner, trying not to show too much interest. You also noticed how Bruce looked at his watch every few minutes, as if he was waiting for something. You weren't curious enough to ask him about it, but you had another question that you thought he could answer.

"Do you know who shot me?" Bruce's eyes shifted from the clock to you, something told you that the man driving the car was also paying attention to the conversation. "We don't know yet, we-” "Could you forget it?" You brutally interrupted him. "I don't want to go after..." your voice faded for a brief moment, Bruce didn't know if it was because the conversation had made you nervous or if it was just a lack of habit in using your voice.

You struggled for a moment, taking up the phrase "I don't want to go after them-, I don't want the police involved in this, okay?" You had a certain terror on your face, Bruce wondered who you thought had done this to you? Was there something he didn't know?

"Could you forget it?" You brutally interrupted him. "I don't want to go after..." your voice faded for a brief moment, Bruce didn't know if it was because the conversation had made you nervous or if it was just a lack of habit in using your voice.

You struggled for a moment, taking up the phrase "I don't want to go after them- this. I don't want the police involved in this, okay?" You had a certain terror on your face, Bruce wondered who you thought had done this to you? Was there something he didn't know?

"We'll talk about it later, but we can do things your way." He made it clear that the matter wasn't over, but the statement was enough to bring you some relief. You didn't trust Bruce to actually tell you anything. You knew he was aware of your criminal record (something he made a point of getting rid of), but he certainly didn't know everything.

The moment you arrived at the mansion, Bruce apologized to you, saying that he couldn't stay, but that Alfred (the one who was driving the car, now finally introduced) would take care of you. Right after that, the butler took you to the kitchen and offered you a lot of food. While you were in hospital, you discovered that your recovery was so difficult because of the state of your body, you were malnourished, which explained Alfred's insistence that you always try a little more food.

Alfred wasn't very talkative; while you were in his company, he only adjusted a few items in the kitchen while he waited for you to finish your meal (which got longer and longer after he offered you a new option). When you were finally satisfied, you were guided to a room that he said would be yours from now on. He said he'd be back soon to change your bandages, but that for now you had some time to settle into the room.

In the Batcave, Batman was updating some criminal files. The conversation between you kept going through his mind, he opened the file that belonged to you, all your information and crimes there. He was looking for something that had escaped his sight before, something that justified his fear that they would investigate who shot you.

He could hear footsteps approaching, Red Robin stopped beside him, also looking at your file. "He's got quite a file, why are you looking at it again?" Right after the question, the boy left a cup for Bruce on the computer desk. Bruce took the cup and thanked him with a slight nod. "I think I missed something," he replied before taking a sip from his cup of tea. "Well, he's upstairs, ask him those questions," Tim replied simply.

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