Tim: Dick, no one else is even in the running. please be so fr right now
Damian: What are you arguing about?
Dick: Damian! Damian can do it! He’d be great at it.
Tim: No, Damian’s gonna follow his paternal grandfathers lead and be a doctor. Everyone only has to take on ONE element of Bruce. Try again
Jason: They are arguing about which one of us should be the newest representative for the Justice League for when Bruce finally conks it.
Damian: That would be an honor no? Richard you would be a competent ruler.
Cas: Leader
Damian: Whatever. I assume Timothy will be taking on WE in the event of father’s passing, so wouldn’t Jason also be in the running?
Tim: No i called dibs on Jason
Jason: What? What are you talking about. You can’t call dibs on me. What if I want to run the Justice League?
Tim: You don’t. You are going to run the Wayne foundation. Take from the rich give to the poor. Modern day Robin Hood—Very on brand for you. Don’t worry I have the contracts and everything ready.
Jason: …
Jason: Ok deal. Sorry Dickie, looks like your going to rule the interplanetary alliance :P
Dick: I don’t wanna!
Tim: What, do you wanna switch?
Dick: Well, no—
Tim: Also you’re the only one that makes sense.
Dick: I’ll do anything else, please that’s too much responsibility.
Tim: Okay. Be Batman.
Dick: …
Dick: Yea never mind. Running the Justice League won’t be that hard.
Damian: Wait so who will be Batman?
Cass: Dibs
Damian, Tim, Jason, Dick: Fair
Bruce, who’s been sitting at the dining room table with them the whole time: Are you done dividing my assets and responsibilities between yourselves now? Can we eat our dinner?
Bruce : Damian, what do you have on your neck? Is it a bruise?
Tim choking on his food : Pfftt-
Damian : My neck? OH- Hum, yes, it's a bruise. I took a bad hit yesterday from a criminal...
Dick : What but- OH!
Bruce : Well be careful.
Steph : *Laugh in her plate*
Damian : I will, father.
Duke : Oh, I'm sure you will...
Bruce : Why are you all acting weird?
Cassandra : *Smirk knowingly*
Alfred : Master Damian, your phone is ringing. It's Jonathan Kent.
Jason : Oh! The criminal!
*Everyone at the table bursts out laughing. Steph falls off her chair. Tim can barely breathe. Duke spits out his water. Dick lets out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a desperate whimper. Cass’s shoulders shake. Jason is very proud. And Damian has just slammed his head against the table with a groan of despair.*
Bruce :
Bruce : Kent is no longer allowed in Gotham. And Damian is benched for the weeks.
Warnings: mentions of negligence/abuse. Some of the things may be triggering.
Do you see what you have to fear, child? He sent you here for me to improve you. For you to become a daughter he will be proud of.
Two hundred and sixty weeks… One thousand eight hundred and twenty five days… forty three thousand eight hundred hours… That's the time you've been there. Days merged together after the first month being in the room. Father won’t come for me right? I’m tired…
Father. What a foreign word. It is not like he acted like one for you, maybe for Richard and Jason. But not you, you don't deserve it.
Dad… I don't remember his face. Bringing your hands to your eyes, your long uncut and uneven nails drew harsh lines from your under eyes until your chin. Jay… I also don't remember his face and certainly not his voice.
How dare you forget him. You can forget everything and everyone, but not him. No, never him. Your hero, your older brother.
Your thoughts came to halt after hearing the slow steps on the corridor. He is here again. Your body began to tremble, eyes already drifting from reminiscence to numbness.
I want to go home… I don’t have a home… Home is where Jayjay is…
The past few days have been intense. Damian didn't question his father anymore, in fact he decided to take matters into his own hands. He couldn't possibly demand assistance from the one that had sent you away in the first place, it was naive of him to think he could. So instead he looked for you everywhere, any sign of you sent him a loophole, it is too hard to look for clues without alerting the family, tho he was sure they already knew.
It was after taking advantage of his father's absence that he got to go through whatever he was keeping to himself.
“Serene, mental wellness camp”
The words stared back at him, mocking. The teen couldn't quite comprehend, he got it you lost Todd and it was affected by it, but how sending you further from the family could make you feel better? Tsk, it feels like father just wanted to get rid of her…
Searching for the place, Damian found the small farm in the outskirts of Gotham, bordering Metropolis. The place held almost only positive reviews, but one pattern caught his attention.
“I spent 5 months there. The staff are so considerate which made my stay really pleasant.”
“One year connecting with nature, out of Gotham's constant trouble, made my mind and heart more at ease. It won't be easy to get out of this safe haven and come back to the city, but im sure ill be going as a new person.”
“4 months…”, “ 7 months…”
The ward had a 12 month maximum of stay and yet his sister had been gone for five years. Did Bruce use his influence to guarantee a longer stay? Is his sister still there? Damian closed the laptop and soon enough found himself wandering through the manors corridor, looking for Tim.
“You!”- Speeding his footsteps to reach his brother, the older one was already sensing trouble.- “I request your help.”
“Does it involve Y/N?”- Tim asked and when the youngest nodded, he sighed.- “Then no.”
“Why Drake? Don't you know how important that is?
“Let it go, Dames. B doesn't want us to meddle.”
“Listen, just this time. I just need you to look through this camp father put her in, once we see that everything is okay, then I won't bother you anymore.”
Tim rubbed his eyelids and motioned his hand, singing for Damian to follow him. The two boys followed to the cave and in a matter of minutes, Drake was hacking into the camp security cam. The farm seemed normal, just a few people here and there, feeding some animals, others reading and yet, not a sight of their sister.
“Do you know what she looks like? I can't find her.”
Before the youngest could answer, another voice interrupted.
“Long black hair, bright eyes.”
“Fuck, Jason. Why do you always have to appear out of nowhere?!”
He didn't answer, his eyes glued to the footage, scanning and eventually knitting his brows.
“She’s not there.”- His hands came to the table, fingertips whitening with the strength of his hold.
“What do you mean, Ahki? That's where father sent her.”
Not even waiting for any explanation, Tim opened another file, this time it was a list of members of the farm. From staff to visitants, all of the names were there, except yours.
“Looking at the past five years' worth of information, it never once showed Y/N.”- Tim said, eyes still glued to the screen.- “It's like she never even set foot in this place to begin with.”
The realization made Jason's heart sink. What did Bruce do? If she had never been there, then where the hell could she be now? Did she change names? Did she move cities? Fuck, is she even alive? It is not like she had anything to live for.
“Damian, call Alfred now.”
The youngest nodded and went on his way to find the butler. Which, although he had an idea on what this was about, still descended through to the cave with a confused expression.
“Alfie, Where is she?”- The urgency in Jason's voice brought the older man even more confusion.
“What do you mean, Master Jason? Miss Y/N is at the wellness camp.”
“She isn't, Alfie. Look at this.”- Tim pointed at the files and after reading through them, Alfred's face grew pale.
With trembling hands, the older man supported himself in the wall. Was that the reason his many letters were never answered?! God, his chest felt tight. Adding to the already chaos that started to ensue, Bruce entered the cave, already noticing the heavy atmosphere. He barely had time to ask what that was about, when Todd's fist connected with his face.
“What did you do to her?”- His son's rushed words almost weren't filtered in his ears.
Her? Y/N… She is the only one who could make Jason act this way.
Being held back by his brothers, he seemed almost feral. Alfred used this time of distraction to fill his master with what's been going on. Bruce's eyes seemed ready to fall from his skull,
His daughter… His baby… Where is she?
He had no time to be spiraling into his thoughts with Jason's voice filling his eardrums again.
“Fuck, i cant count on you. Not even once, not even with her…”- His son voice came out trembling with pain.- “Why her, dad?”
Dad… he called me dad again, but how come I can be happy when he looks at me with this kind of eyes? Eyes that denounce my failure once more…
“Y’know what?! Fuck this, I’ll find her myself.”- The man stormed off the cave, heavy steps doing barely to cease his anger.- “Don’t worry babybird, I’ll find my way to you. I always did and I’ll always do.”
Taglist: currently closed due to the amount of characters 🥹
Jim Gordon keeping a family tree of the bats with updated names and costumes cuz those guys switch up every couple months and never tell him so whenever someone has a costume change or gets more emo durring their teenage rebellion he's all like "that's great kiddo, but which one are you" like a grandparent with too many damn kids
