Gothams Girl 🦇
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.
