The Pitt x Reader x Batfam, Dr Robby x Wayne!Reader
This is my Masterlist for my crossover series between the Pitt and the Batfamily (and by extension a few other DC superheroes and villains) - it's a little bit of a slow burn romance
The reader is the sister of Bruce Wayne, she works in the ER, wading through the slough of patients. But maybe she finds a little bit of balance in the form of her attending. The catch is, no one at the Pitt knows who she really is or who she was? How long will that last?
Chapter 1: Day In , Day Out
Chapter 2: Just One of Those Days
Chapter 3: The Day It All Started (for him)
Chapter 4: The Day It All Started (for her)
Chapter 5: Days of the Past
Chapter 6: The Day That Just Won't End
Chapter 7: Just A Few Days
Chapter 8: When the Days Just Feels that Bit Heavier
Mini Chapter 8.5: Shark Has A Heart
Chapter 9: Going to Remember This Day ♥️
Chapter 10: Days of Newfound Bliss
Chapter 11: Crash My Day
Chapter 12: What A Day
Mini Chapter 12.5: The Daily Scoop from Supes
Chapter 13: A Day Without You Feels Like Forever
Chapter 14: Days Apart
Chapter 15: Take a Day Off, They Said, It'll Be Fun, They Said.
Chapter 16: Today of All Days
Chapter 17: When the Day Bleeds into the Night
Chapter 18: Training Day
Chapter 19: Do You Ever Regret That Day?
Chapter 20: Please, Not Now, Not Today 💔
Chapter 21: This Day Was Bound to Happen
Chapter 22: Hollowness of the Day
Chapter 23: The Early Light of Day
Chapter 24:Let Me Spend My Days With You ❤️🩹
Chapter 25: Discharge Day
Chapter 26: Days Spent With You
Chapter 27: First Day Back On Shift
Chapter 28: You Learn Something New Everyday
Mini Chapter 28.5: Shut Up and Breathe
Chapter 29: Days In The Manor
Chapter 30: Made My Day
Chapter 31: Tomorrow is Another Day
Mini Chapter 31.5: Don't Worry Hun
Chapter 32: That'll Be The Day
Mini Chapter 32.5: I Had A Little Help
Chapter 33: For The Rest Of My Days 💖
Chapter 34: The Start Of A Beautiful Day
Chapter 35: Day Of Surprises
Chapter 36: Day After Day
Chapter 37: The Day I Found Home 💍
Chapter 38: Dreaming of Sunnier Days
Chapter 39: One Day At A Time
Chapter 40: Days Wrapped Up In Your Embrace... 💕
Below are a few chapters following their lives after Chapter 40, exploring little snippets of their family life! 💖 (I just couldn't resist!)
Mini Chapter: Gentle Mornings
Mini Chapter: Bring Your Daughter(s) To Work Day
Baby Sitter Chronicles:
Mini Chapter: Cold Water Only ft. Jason Todd & Damian Wayne
Some Mini Chapters Still Incoming.
But Overall the Story is Complete!! 💖
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE FOR ENJOYING MY STORY!
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*I’ve left the reader’s age as vague, but as she is Bruce’s younger sister I’ve sort of written it in mind of being about early to mid 40s around about. While it is an x reader, using the last name Austen as a cover. (I promise there is a good reason for this) You can imagine her appearance however you wish, as an adopted or blood sister of Bruce. I’ve tried to keep any description as open for interpretation.
*I’m not basing the batfam off of one strict thing (but am using a fair few images from WFA just cause I like the consistency and their visual portrayal) 🤷♀️
(I've also posted this onto my ao3 under RedSakura101)
Likes, Comments and Reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated ♥️ and thank you to those enjoying my little fic! I am lowkey freaking out at how many people are reading and liking this 🥹
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The Pitt x Reader x Batfam, Dr Robby x Wayne!Reader
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A home visit has been long overdue, so you finally make the time to visit your family. With nerves of steel, determined to share with them the good news. You just hope they take the new information well.
WARNINGS: Medical jargon (most likely inaccuracies with treatment and advice, but I tried to be as accurate as I could), strong language, pretty much what you would expect from a medical drama and the batfam.
Word Count: ~5.0k
“What do you mean you’re going away?”
McKay asks, as you pour a cup of coffee in the breakroom.
“I’m just going home for 2 days, you won’t even realise I’m gone”
“You’re going to leave us with Robby to mope around?” She adds.
You laugh at the thought.
As he rounds the corner catching the end of the question, “I do not mope around.”
“Oh, yes you do. Whenever Austen isn’t working when you're on shift, you look like a lost puppy,” Dana teasingly remarks while she passes the room, with a pointed look thrown to Robby, “I’m surprised you haven’t requested to have every shift with her”
He rolls his eyes at her joke, before whispering to you, “I tried that, and HR didn’t approve”
Making you smile at him, before pushing him away lightly.
“I might just have to switch to night shifts, to see you mope a little,” you teased.
“You wouldn’t”
You pecked his lips quickly, “you’re right. I’d probably miss you too much”
Turning back to McKay, sipping your coffee, Robby’s hand placed upon your back.
It was quiet today.
For now at least.
Giving you all a little reprieve.
“I’m just going to visit my family, it’s been a while. So it’ll be nice to see them,”
“Robby, could you come help and have a look at this for me?” Whitaker called, causing Robby to press a chaste kiss on your forehead before slipping away.
McKay’s focus turns back to you, “have you told them about Robby yet?”
“No. Not all of them yet,” you reply.
As your mind races with the possible ways the others may react.
You’re not even sure how to bring it up.
You hadn’t even spoken with Bruce since he came into the ER barely a week ago.
“And why not?”
“There just hasn’t been the right moment,” you sigh deeply, “my family can be quite nosy when they want to be”
“Nosy?” she tilts her head at your words, with a knowing glance, “I remember when your nephew came in and decided to tell Shen his sutures were off. Nosy feels like an understatement”
You nod your head, “see that. That is what I’m worried about. I’m worried they will all over analyse my relationship.”
She nods her head at your response, at the insecurities that seep through.
“I don’t want to ruin this,” you admit.
“And you won’t ruin it, they’re your family, they are going to love and respect your decision because you’re a grown woman,” she encourages with that same kindness she often uses with her patients, “besides when has anyone else's opinion stopped you from doing what you want”
“Thanks Cassie. That means a lot” you nod your head in appreciation for her words.
“Of course.”
“Also, Harrison has insisted I ask if you can get Batman’s signature”
“You were just trying to butter me up”
“You’ve got me,” she laughs wholeheartedly.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Your shift dragged on.
A steady flow of patients came through.
At one point Whitaker had pulled you onto a case, he was having trouble getting through to his patient as she was deaf.
Explaining that the ASL interpreter wasn’t available at this point.
And conversing via writing down everything was taking too long.
He had just asked you for some help.
Maybe you would have a better solution, he believed.
His eyes were furrowed with that tinge of worry that often laced them.
You told him you’d be more than happy to help.
What he didn’t expect was for you to be able to converse via ASL.
“Hello, I am Dr Austen,” you signed. Watching as the young woman’s eyes widen as she begins to smile.
Excitedly she signs back, “hi, it’s nice to meet you”
“I just wish it was under better circumstances,” you signed jokingly. As the woman let out a breathless laugh. “What was your name?”
“My name is Chloe,”
You nod at her response, before gesturing to Whitaker, signing “this is Dr Whitaker, he’s called me over to help, is that ok?”
She nods her head at your words, appreciative.
“Ok, Whitaker, what’s the go?”
He stands still just a little struck by what he witnessed, before diving into what he had discovered so far about Chloe’s condition. Going into detail about what tests he’d still like to perform to double check everything.
You take in his assessment before turning back to Chloe to explain it all to her.
Taking the time to make sure she understood each word you signed, and doing your best to interpret her responses.
After concluding. You went about with Whitaker to proceed with the tests.
Chloe asking you a few questions throughout when possible,
“How do you know ASL?”
Responding aloud for Whitaker to listen and via sign, “I’ve always had an interest in learning it since I began medicine. I thought it would be helpful. And then my niece grew up speech impaired so learning ASL felt like the best option”
Both Chloe and Whitaker take in your words.
“That’s so cool,” Whitaker says without thinking. His eyes widen when he realises as you laugh a little at his reaction.
Turning to Chloe you explain what had happened causing her to crack a smile in amusement as she signs back, “it is cool”
“Maybe I’ll have to teach you a bit of ASL, Whitaker,” you comment.
To which he nods eagerly, “yeah, that would be great”
Throughout Chloe’s time in the ER, you never stray too far.
Always close enough just in case you were needed.
Checking in on her in passing.
She reminded you a lot of Cass, how she was closed off at first.
Before slowly becoming more witty once she opened up.
You couldn’t wait to see her this weekend. It had been too long.
Once Chloe was given the all clear, as you and Whitaker begin to discharge her. She wraps her arms tightly around you in thanks.
You stand a little shocked before patting her back tentatively.
She steps back and signs, “thank you again, for helping me. It means a lot to have a doctor who can understand you”
You offer her a warm smile, signing, “you are welcome, I’m glad we could help you. And as much as I enjoyed your company, I hope we don’t have to see you again in here” you teasingly remark.
“No promises” she grinned while signing.
Offering a small wave to Whitaker she takes her leave.
He turns to you, “You know this means everyone is going to be talking about you again, right?”
You drop your shoulders with a sigh as you roll them, “Don’t have to remind me about that. My name is still in the rumour mill because of those supers from last week”
“That’s because it’s unbelievable that you know superheroes personally, most of us don’t have stories like that”
You send him an exasperated look before shrugging, “I guess it’s cool, but what isn’t is that there are bets going on about whether or not I dated any of them, and I do not appreciate that”
He shrinks just a little, “I may have put money on Superman”
“You know none of you are ever going to collect on that one,” you retort, “I’m in a very happy relationship with Robby and there is no need to talk about my old love life”
“So you did date one of them” Princess cuts into the conversation with a knowing grin.
“I didn’t say that”
“But you implied it” she wiggles her brow.
“You’re all impossible” you sigh, “I’m so glad I’m going away for the weekend”
“Ohh, where’s Robby taking you?” she asks, just as Robby comes into the conversation.
Standing so close to you that your arms brush, pinky intertwining with yours.
“Where am I taking you?” he looks at you in confusion.
You shake your head at him before looking to Princess, as Perlah now stands beside her.
“I’m visiting my hometown Princess, so you’re stuck with Robby this weekend”
Princess leans into Perlah, whispering in Tagalog. “Trouble in paradise”
You let your jaw drop a little in defense, responding, “There is no trouble in paradise”
They raise their brows with a teasing smile, before they walk away.
Robby’s hand wraps around yours, letting you drop your head onto his shoulder with a sigh.
“You ok?”
“Yeah,” you say, tiredness slipping into your words, “I’m excited to go home. But I’m also a little nervous”
“What’s making you feel nervous?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I love my family. But…”
“But?”
“But they can be a bit much at times, and especially because I want to tell them about you. I just want it to go well”
“I’m sure you’re overthinking this.”
You allow yourself to breathe in deeply, steadying your nerves.
Maybe Robby was right.
Maybe it would be fine.
As the end of your shift rolled around.
You wanted nothing more than to go home, slip into bed and be wrapped up in Robby’s arms.
Instead you were standing at the entrance of the Pitt. Getting ready to leave for the night.
You had planned to leave tonight, to make it to Gotham in time to sleep before tomorrow.
And ever so reluctantly you would have to leave Robby for the next few days.
You weren’t so sure if this was harder for you or if it was harder for him.
Leaning in to each other you let your arms wrap tightly around him, holding onto him like he was tethering you to this world.
“I’ll miss you” he mumbled into your neck, pressing soft and peppered kisses along.
“I’ll be back in 2 days, and then we’ll be back on my couch before you know it”
“A day without you feels like forever” he said so quietly you almost missed it.
You giggle slightly at his words and the ticklish feeling of kisses upon your neck as he trails up your cheek.
Pulling back just slightly with a wide smile on your face, “you did not just say that?”
“Hm?’
“That was so cheesy Michael,” you laughed, as he buried his head into the top of yours.
“Doesn’t make it any less true” he said bashfully.
You turn your head to lean up and kiss him sweetly.
Mumbling against his lips, “I love you.”
The words continue to make you feel giddy inside. As he replies with just as much tenderness, “I love you more”
Pulling back after a few moments, you hold his hand loosely, “Ok, I really should be going now”
“Text me when you’re there? That you’re safe,” he asks of you.
Quickly leaning up you peck a kiss upon his cheek, “of course,” pushing him away as you step back, “now go home and get some rest, I’ll see you in a few days”
That was a mere few hours ago.
The night sky drapes over Gotham, clouds above, as the skyrise buildings blend into the darkness above.
Twinkling lights illuminate the city.
But not from the stars above.
But from the lights below.
From the buildings below, standing tall and defiant against the chaos that reigned against the city.
The sounds of sirens wail out in the distance.
You were home.
Back in the city that raised you.
In the city that taught you nothing in life was fair.
Teaching you that to get what you wanted you had to fight for it.
And you had fought, you had fought hard until your knuckles bled while your skin tore.
You had made it through, you had made it out of this city that had taken so much from you.
Despite it all, despite all the hurt it had put you through.
You still loved it.
Knowing it will always be a part of you.
It was late now.
Well past midnight.
You assumed most of your family would be out scouring the streets, flying through the sky.
It was the perfect time to go into the manor.
Creeping in quietly, suitcase in hand.
A light flickers on.
“Miss Wayne, I would hope to think you had grown out of your sneaking tendencies,” Alfred scolded lightly.
Remembering the days of when you were but a young teenager, sneaking out and in at all hours.
It was only made worse when you had started sneaking out to fight crime…
“Alfie,” you let a wide smile form as you walk up to him, clasping him tightly within your arms, “I missed you.”
“And I you, Miss” he says with a deep fondness, pulling away he takes you in, scanning you, checking to see that nothing was out of the ordinary, “am I able to make you something to eat? Perhaps even just a cup of tea?”
You shake your head, “no, thank you,” you let your eyes wander the room in question, “Is everyone out for the night?”
“Indeed, except Master Tim who is in the cave, I was about to go down, would you like to join me?”
You shake your head at his offer, covering your mouth as you let out a yawn, “I think I’ll just go to bed, I’ll see everyone in the morning”
“May I help you with your bags, Miss?” he offers, despite knowing exactly what you’d say.
“That’s ok, Alfie. I’ll carry them. A little exercise won’t hurt me.”
“Very well, I have set up your room for you,” he nods at your response, “please let me know if you need anything.”
“Always,” you reply, before adding just as he’s about to leave, “oh, and Alfie. Thank you”
“It is my pleasure, Miss,” he nods, before slipping away.
You roam the hallways, eyes tracing the details of the paintings and ornate objects that line them.
Ace brushing up beside your legs, you pat his head gently in greeting. He trails alongside you.
Each pathway mapped perfectly in your mind, as though you had never left.
Eventually reaching your room.
A lamp turned on and your pillows fluffed.
The dark trimmed walls, and everything in place exactly where you had left it. Books lined the shelves, photographs in frames upon the walls.
Placing your bag to the side you let yourself fall onto the bed.
Ace jumps up to curl beside you as you roll onto your back, looking up at the ceiling.
You were tired, you could feel it as your muscles ached and your head throbbed.
Rubbing them, you wished for sleep to envelope you.
Eyes pulled tightly shut.
But sleep didn’t befall you.
Restless and wired.
You tossed and turned.
Unable to sleep.
Unlike Ace, who gently snores. Unaware of your torment.
Glancing to the side you noticed that an hour had already passed,
Maybe you should’ve taken Alfred on his offer for tea.
Sitting up you decide to take a hot shower, letting the water cascade down as you try to melt away the tension from the day.
Standing beneath the water as the room fogs up.
When you closed your eyes you imagined that the warmth of it all was the feel of Michael as he held you close.
The faint smell of vanilla from your body wash lathering you made you think of him.
Turning off the shower, you dried yourself off.
Changing into some leggings and a jumper.
You left your room in search of the kitchen. The only sound being the gentle pad of your footsteps along the floor. A slight creak on the steps.
Until you found the kitchen.
Like muscle memory your body moved around the room, knowing exactly where everything was.
Grasping at a mug as you flick the kettle on.
Letting your mind wander as you stir some honey into your tea.
Slipping a chocolate chip cookie from the nearby tray. It crumbles delicately in your mouth.
Your peace is disrupted as you hear footsteps approach. Quiet but tired. They grow closer and closer, until.
“Auntie Y/N,” you turn at the sound of his voice, he looked exhausted.
Slumped posture, and tired eyes. A fresh cut upon his cheek. The small tuft of white, stuck against his forehead.
He steps towards you.
You don’t remember when he had gotten so tall.
In one moment he was a skinny little kid you used to carry on your back.
And now he was so tall he towered over you.
But his eyes were the same, even if they’d become an emerald shade of green.
They still had that soft kindness around the edges.
Opening your arms, you pull him down into your hold.
Feeling him melt against your touch.
Letting himself shrink and become small in your hug.
Jason might never say this aloud, but in just that small moment he feels like a kid again.
“Hey, kiddo.” you greet him fondly, arms tightening just slightly.
“I thought you were coming tomorrow?”
You grin a little with a small joking, “it is tomorrow”
He rolls his eyes at your response but can’t help the small smile that forms, “you know what I mean”
“I thought I’d come by a little earlier, get some sleep here. Too bad that’s not working,”
Pulling away you push him into a bar stool, just like you used to when he was younger, moving around the kitchen you make him a tea and hand him a cookie.
He nods at your words, it was unfortunately very common in the Wayne household to suffer from sleeping issues.
Jason being no exception to the rule.
“I think it must be a curse from the manor” he replies, as you let out a chuckle.
His eyes follow your movements, he watches the way you move around the kitchen before sitting beside him.
There was something different.
Something lighter about you.
Despite the eyebags and slight sluggishness.
There was a brightness in your eyes.
Something he hadn’t seen in a long time.
He tilts his head, lips pulled into a tight line. Mulling over what it could possibly be.
You look at him, worried about how he’s gone silent on you.
“Jaybird?”
Waving a hand in front of his eyes, he is shaken from his daze.
“huh?”
“Thought you went catatonic on me there for a moment,” you joke, “you didn’t hit your head too hard tonight did you?”
Your demeanour immediately switches as you check him over, with the attention of a doctor but with the worry of a parent.
Observing him closely, checking his pupils and eye movement.
He calms you down as he shakes his head, pushing you away from his face, “no, no. I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me”
Looking at him square on, you have a smile upon your face with a slight stern sadness in your eyes, softly you say, “I am always going to worry about you. Can’t help it,” you shrug, before diverting, “so what’s got you so distracted?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing,” he responds, brows quirked up in question.
You have a coy smile on your face as you sip your tea, shaking your head in false innocence, “I don’t know what you mean”
“I’ve known you for most of my life, I think I know when you’re hiding something”
You laugh, “at least that’s what you think, I have lived a very long life, Jay. I am far sneakier than you realise”
“But seriously, you seem different, I don’t know”
You scratch the back of your neck.
You didn’t think this would come up so soon.
“I don’t know what to tell you, I am just enjoying my life at the moment”
“See that,” he points at you, “you are definitely hiding something”
Letting the facade drop a little, you sigh. “Ok. Maybe there is something”
He nods a little smugly.
“But you have to promise not to freak out.”
“I died and came back to life, I’m pretty sure nothing could freak me out”
At his words, you feel a tiny prickle in your heart.
You know he liked to make jokes about the situation.
To poke fun at his own trauma.
You were guilty of it too at times, making light of your own issues.
But that memory.
The memory of his death was something that still stung you.
Remnants of the emotional scars remain burned against your heart and would remain until the day you die.
He notices the small frown that slips onto your face, he reaches out with a quiet, “Sorry. I know you don’t like to talk about that”
Shaking your head you push the memory aside, squeezing his hand.
“It’s ok”
You force a smile that slowly morphs into a genuine one as you continue.
“I might have met someone”
Jason doesn’t say anything, just tilts his head just slightly as his brows pinch almost imperceptibly.
The question on the tip of his tongue.
Who?
“I’ve known him for a while, in fact I work with him. And he makes me happy. He makes me feel safe”
“Does he know?...” Jason’s question goes unended as he gestures around you both.
Shaking your head, “I haven’t told him about that. Not fully. I’m waiting for the right moment”
“Which is never?” he comments.
“Ideally,” you joke.
You let your head fall into your arms. Letting out a deep sigh.
“Did Bruce tell you what happened last week?” you grumble.
“No,” he asks curiously, “what happened?”
“Superman and Flash came into the ER when I was working”
“You must’ve hated that,” he says knowingly.
“It gets worse…” he looks at you much like he used to when you used to read stories bound between book covers, with his undivided attention, enthralled.
“Batman came in to pick them up”
He lets out a loud laugh, as you crumple further into your arms with an anguished cry.
“Now everyone I work with thinks I date superheroes! It’s terrible, all I wanted to do was shove them outside but then I would’ve looked like an asshole who hated superheroes!”
He wipes the tears from his eyes as he had laughed too hard, “you know, I really needed that”
“I’m serious!”
“From memory I thought you did date–” he places a hand on his chin in thought.
Slapping a hand against his arm to get him to stop his teasing, “Jay I think your memories may have gotten scrambled in the Pit”
…even if he might’ve been onto something with his train of thought. You’d prefer to burrow your past relations away.
“I think you’ve lost some memories in your Pitt” he bites back with a grin.
“Touché,” you point at him, letting yourself sit back up properly, “what’s worse is because Bruce showed up–”
Jason’s eyes widened, mouth agape, “does this mean, he met your boyfriend?”
You nod your head ruefully at the realisation.
“What did he say to that?”
“Not much, we haven’t spoken since. He just asked if I knew what I was doing” you pause, “which I don’t. But I do know that I don’t want to give this up”
“Does he treat you well?” Jason asks in response.
As he sees you now.
Even though you were tired, even though there were still sunken bags beneath your eyes.
You seemed happier than you had been for a long time, that much he was sure of.
He just didn’t want to see you hurt.
Remembering what that looked like.
The look in your eyes as you cradled his face in your hands so gently, in disbelief that he was alive.
Holding him as if he were a baby bird with a broken wing, you held him so softly, so tightly.
The hurt and sorrow that poured out in relief as you wrapped your arms around him.
A heavy weight upon his chest at the thought of what his death did to you.
Dick had told him what had happened. He had seen the papers and the news articles.
He remembers the vivid red that painted your figure in the back seat of the police car..
He didn’t want to see you hurt again.
You smile at his question and reassure him gently, “He’s been exactly what I need.”
He nods at your words, “then that’s all I need to know. But if he does so much as make you cry then–”
“You’ll have to get in line, I’m pretty sure Dami has first dibs”
“What do you mean the demon spawn has first dibs?” he asks incredulously.
“First dibs on what?” A new voice pops up, it's steady and smooth.
Distracting Jason from his question.
A lighthearted smile upon his face, eyes sparkle as he sees you, Dick goes over to you quickly, almost running.
Arms wrap around you closely in a hug, “hey Auntie N/N, it’s good to see you”
You smile and hug him back, looking at Dick and Jason now, you don’t even remember when they had stopped being kids and started being men.
It felt like only yesterday when you were showing them around the manor, making them comfortable, watching movies together, consoling them after nightmares and giving them a home.
You may have been just their Aunt, but you were so much more than that to them.
You were there every step of the way when they first moved in.
You were practically their mother.
There for every high and every low.
Catching them when they fell.
“I missed you too birdie,” you responded in turn with just as much fondness.
“Now what’s this about Dami having first dibs?”
“Auntie has a boyfriend,” Jason spills.
Watching in real time as Dick practically combusts, internally malfunctioning.
“Uh-wha–what?! You have a boyfriend and Damian knew before me?”
You and Jason snicker at his outburst.
As he paces the room, pulling at his hair in shock.
“I was just waiting for the right time, I was planning to tell you all this weekend,” you said coolly.
“That doesn’t explain how he knew before me” Dick exclaimed.
As if summoned, Damian walks into the kitchen slipping into the space beside you. As you wrap an arm around his shoulders.
He watches Dick with piqued eyes.
“Hello Ammto,” he looks at you in question about his brother’s antics.
“Dick is finding out that I have a boyfriend”
“Ah, yes” he understands.
“How did you know before me?”
“Clearly, Ammto likes me better since she decided to tell me before you,” Damian sticks out his tongue at Dick.
This only makes him groan in frustration.
And you pinched Damian’s sides in joking reprimand. “Dami, I do not like any of you better than the other, I love you all the same”
“Sure,” they all said in agreement as you huffed at their words.
“It’s true” you fought.
They only rolled their eyes. Each of them believing they were the favourite.
“Besides, you only found out because you walked in on a phone call I had with Babs and Steph”
This only seemed to make Dick spiral deeper into despair, as Jason laughed at his brother’s misery.
Not even realising he was also one of the last ones to know.
A vocal yawn draws your attention to the kitchen entrance once again, as you see a tired Tim shuffle into the room alongside Steph and Cass.
Waving at them you stand from your seat, slipping from Damian’s hold.
You go to hug them all in hello.
As Steph excitedly leaps into your arms.
Cass softly wrapping her arms around you with a quiet hello and a soft smile on her face reserved for you.
You inspect Tim’s eye bags, they remind you of how you looked in med school.
Back when you were stretching yourself so thin in between your studies and your night life.
Running on coffee and energy drinks.
It might as well have been in an IV bag directly to your bloodstream.
“What’s Dick freaking out about?” Steph asks, staring at the dramatic man ahead of her. While Jason and Damian continue to snicker.
“He just found out I have a boyfriend. And that Dami knew before him,” you explain with a sigh.
As Steph’s lips widen in a cheshire grin.
“Oh, I thought everyone knew that already?” Tim commented in surprise.
“How did you know about that?” you asked a little shocked by the revelation.
Ignoring Steph tormenting Dick in the background.
“Steph told me,” he simply said.
"I also told Duke!" Steph claimed.
“Even Tim knew before you Dick!” Jason laughed as tears formed in his eyes, “oh my god, this is too good”
“This really isn’t a big deal birdie,” you tried to quell his panic, “I mean, I only told Jason tonight”
“But that’s because he’s aloof! I was on a phone call with you just last week and you didn’t think to mention it to me then!? I even asked if you had been going on any dates lately and you said point blank no” he cried out, gutted by the betrayal.
You walk over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Making him look at you.
Eyes serious. You waited for him to calm down.
“Is it a bad time to tell you that even the Justice League knows”
And that was the final blow.
As everyone bursts into laughter.
You wrap your arms around Dick, stifling your laughter, as you pat his back.
“There, there. It’s not the end of the world”
Unbeknownst to you, as the chaos and joy unfolded.
Observing from afar stands Bruce beside Alfred. Eyes filled with warmth.
You never failed to make this manor feel like a home.
Bringing much needed comfort into the otherwise cold halls.
“It is nice to see Miss Wayne be so cheerful,” Alfred commented.
“Indeed,” Bruce agreed.
“Master Wayne,”
“Yes, Alfred”
“Please do not tarnish her happiness” it was a simple request really, common sense.
And yet it makes Bruce’s mouth downturn just slightly.
When he had asked if you knew what you were doing.
He didn’t want to spoil your happiness.
He was just thinking realistically about what might occur.
On how you might get hurt.
Wasn’t that his brotherly duty?
He stood there thinking.
You were both so young when your parents died.
He remembers the feel of your little arms, how you clutched onto him.
How he didn't know what to say, what to do.
He was just a boy, and you were his baby sister.
How it was just you two left together.
Left to pick up the pieces.
"I would never want to do that"
At Bruce's words, Alfred nods. Satisfied with the response.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed chapter 13, as we see a little more of her family dynamics, Jason was always going to be one of her number one supporters! While Dick is of course going to get hung up on the fact that he was the last to know. Also wanted to portray a few more tricks under her sleeves as she is able to converse via ASL (her and Princess totally sign across the room every now and again after this realisation). Let me know what you think or if you'd like to be tagged.
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The next chapter is going to explore more time with the batfam! maybe a little argument with Bruce possibly Sorry meant to say sibling bonding... (...also a phone call with Robby, by the way he misses you, did he mention that?) 👀
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The Pitt x Reader x Batfam, Dr Robby x Wayne!Reader
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When you woke up in the arms of Robby, with nothing but contentment. It was safe to say this is not how you imagined the rest of the day. With familiar faces crashing into your day. You come to regret ever telling Clark about your new relationship as a cheeky speedster limps into the ER.
WARNINGS: Medical jargon (most likely inaccuracies with treatment and advice, but I tried to be as accurate as I could), injuries, strong language, a dash of Dr Austen just wanting the ground to swallow her up whole, pretty much what you would expect from a medical drama.
Word Count: ~5.0k
Your eyes peel open ever so slowly.
The faintest light of dawn filtering through the gap of your curtains.
You felt so warm.
So secure.
A restful sleep, unlike usual.
Your weighted blanket was nowhere to be seen.
It was strange. Most nights without it you would be guaranteed a restless night of tossing and turning.
But for now, your mind was at ease.
Your head nestled against the rising and falling of something warm. Something firm.
You shift just slightly and gaze at the face of who was keeping you calm throughout the night.
Eyes trace across the lines of his face, from his salt and peppered beard, to the crook of his nose and the arch of his brow.
A gentle smile forms upon your lips at the sight.
Simply admiring him as he rests, tucked so cosily within your arms.
His arms wrapped loosely around you. Holding you closely to him.
It was a sight you decided that you would never tire of.
A sight you’d hope to always wake up to.
You had never felt this way before.
Had never felt such calm by the presence of someone within your arms.
In all your years of Gotham never did you find someone who had made you feel so safe and so seen.
Since leaving Gotham you had felt like you were constantly hiding, passing time, not once thinking that love would find you.
Not even looking for it.
You never once thought that you would’ve found it in the Pitt.
For once in your life there was a balance to it.
As if feeling your eyes watching him, Robby carefully shifts within your hold, before peering an eye open.
He crooks a brow at the sight, with a content sigh escaping him, “and what are you looking at?”
“Am I not allowed to admire my very cute boyfriend?” you prop your chin on his chest,
“Oh, I’m cute now? I thought I was handsome,” he says with an amused glint in eyes.
“You’re cute when you wake up, hair tousled and sleep still in your eyes,” your hand reaches up to pass your fingers through his hairs, “you’re incredibly handsome when I see the care in your eyes, for me, for your work, for the people you work with.”
He hums in satisfaction of your words, the affection in his eyes growing ever so deeper for you.
You add with a cheeky smile, “You’re also incredibly handsome when you wear your glasses.”
He leans down to kiss you upon your head, mumbling with the low gravelly voice of someone just waking up, “I’ll keep that in mind, you absolutely beautiful person, inside and out”
His nose rests upon your head, breathing you in.
The scent of you enveloping him and steadying his heart.
He doesn’t remember the last time he had slept so well.
So peacefully.
With the absence of a tv in the background to lull him to sleep.
Instead just the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest, as small snores escaped you in your sleep.
Just you and him.
In blissful harmony.
Your eyes close, soaking in the comfort of his arms.
You knew you would have to get up soon, have to go to work.
But for now you could spare just a few moments more.
Wrapped up in his embrace.
It had been a few weeks since you had begun this journey of romance, and it had been even longer since you had realised just what Robby meant to you.
Those in the ER were happy for you.
And in no way surprised about you and Robby’s relationship.
Only surprised that it had taken so long.
The few people in your family that knew, were also glad for you.
Babs and Steph insisting they meet the man in question, they just had to know who was making you so at ease.
Cass had even been pulled into knowing about your new relationship. Sharing a few words in support.
Happy to see you finally allow yourself a chance to let someone in.
Damian consistently asking if you were ok.
Offering his assistance if ever ‘the sad eyed doctor’ hurt you. Followed by you reassuring him the offer wouldn’t be necessary.
On a simple phone call with Alfred, he had clocked onto the new change in you immediately, with a simple, “I am gladdened to hear that you have found a semblance of peace, it was long overdue”
Lois and Clark were some of the very first you had told, at the news she had claimed she had known all along that you were head over heels for the doctor.
Despite the overwhelming support.
You had immediately made them all promise it would be your secret for a little while longer.
That it would be your news to break to the rest of the family.
When you were ready.
Just wanting to bask in it just a little longer.
Without the strings of your family getting tangled amongst it.
If only the universe had gotten the memo.
Walking into the Pitt, side by side with Robby.
Coffees in hand, you had travelled to work together.
It was a new routine you had begun to set.
Sometimes coming from his place, and other times, like today, you came from yours.
It was refreshing not having to hide your relationship.
It was freeing.
Some of the regular patients had even noticed the change between you both, offering “I told you so’s”, and a cheeky “are you sure? I’ve got a son who you might love?”, and often there were little quips of marriage, “just tell us when there’s wedding bells”
It was sweet. Especially when it made Robby flush slightly.
Walking into the ER, your colleagues teased you of your love dazed looks.
And bright smiles.
“Someone’s looking very happy this morning,” McKay commented as you began your rounds with her.
You simply shook your head, “I don’t know what you mean”
“I’m just saying I haven’t seen you this happy to start a shift in a long time” she grinned.
“It’s just been a good day so far, sue me for being happy,” you joked.
"Well, I for one, am glad to see it" she smiles.
And it was a good day so far.
But it seems you had spoken too soon…
While you could never predict what would happen in the ER.
You definitely couldn’t predict the superhero level catastrophe happening in Pittsburgh just a few miles away from the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Centre.
The news coverage across the screens, flicking through every angle possible.
Capturing the movements of the heroes that had swooped into the city to help.
The blurring figures race across the screens.
Clouds of dust and debris laying in their wake.
Cheers would ring out whenever they successfully defeated parts of the threat.
Shouts and cries as they yelled as though the heroes could hear them.
Despite you not being the closest hospital to the attack, there was still an overflow of patients coming in.
Doctors and nurses coming in to help during the mass casualty event.
Civilians caught in the crossfire. Ranging from minor to serious injuries.
But each one garnered your attention and care.
While many of the other doctors and nurses would occasionally be distracted by the events of the tv.
Robby had noticed how you didn’t stop to watch or even glance at the screens.
Indifferent–no, not indifferent, but familiar as though used to the chaos unfolding on the screens.
He is reminded of you telling him stories, brief glimpses of your life over the years, of times in Gotham the home of the Bat, to the Supercity, Metropolis and then Central City where the threats were fast but the take down was even faster.
Maybe that was why your attention was solely placed upon the patients before you.
As though it were any other day.
As if it were normal.
As if there were no superheroes fighting in the same city as you.
With thankful sighs of relief, as the threat subsides, defeated by the heroes, cheers ring out at the success.
The influx dials down. To a steady trickle.
The adrenaline soaring high slowly begins to wear off among the juniors.
You walk beside Robby, going over the patients so far, eyes flitting over to the patients you pass by.
“Currently Mr Cho is stable in South 18, the flow of fluids seems to be stabilising his condition. I’ve also managed to calm down the mother in bay 5, but I think it would be smart to have someone check on her regularly just to reassure her about her son’s condition,”
“That’s no problem, I’ll ask Dana to make note of that” Robby adds, before letting you continue as you nod.
“We managed to contact Katie’s family who should be coming to see her, they know she’s no longer in critical condition.” You say finally.
“Thank you for today,” Robby tells you, eyes filled with admiration and warmth.
“Of course, it’s my job” you reply as though it was obvious.
“I know. But the way you maintained your composure throughout the event is something I admire, something I appreciate,” he responded with sincerity, “when everyone was distracted by the heroes on the tv you kept going on.”
“Oh, I can’t blame them for being interested. It’s not everyday that the Justice League is in Pittsburgh. I think I’ve just grown used to them,” you wave off humbly.
Before Robby can think of how to respond.
You’re interrupted by nurse Jesse, “hey Austen, could you come over. We’ve got a patient insisting they see you.”
You and Robby’s eyes furrow, “did they say why?”
“I think it’s best if you just see for yourself,” Jesse responds with a tone as though he knew more than he let on.
“Robby, trauma 2 needs you,” Langdon calls out.
Robby sends a glance to you with a small frown. “Go on, I’ll be fine,” you reassure, pushing him in the direction of trauma 2.
He nods his head, “let me know if you need me”
“Always,” you say, before following Jesse, “now show me where I’m needed”
“You’re not going to believe this,” he grins, showing you through to the ambulance bay entrance.
Furrowing your eyes in confusion, unsure of what could make him bring you here.
Only to discover why.
As you hear the familiar voices of some of your old friends.
Of friends who were plastered across every news channel.
You really didn’t think this was how your day would go.
When you woke up wrapped up in the arms of Robby.
You did not once consider that your workplace would be crashed by superheroes.
Superheroes that you knew.
Superheroes that didn’t mind making it known to your workplace that they knew you.
A sheepish smile slips onto Superman’s face as you stand before him and Flash.
“...you’re fucking kidding me?” you mutter in disbelief.
“They were insisting that they be treated by you, Austen, and only you,” Jesse explained, eyes glinting from intrigue.
“You know this isn’t really how an ER works, right? You can’t just request doctors,” your tone tired as though their presence had aged you in just a moment.
Like you were a mother scolding her kids.
Sheepish grins plastered across their faces, as Flash, Barry, leans against Superman, Clark.
An arm wrapped across his shoulder, alleviating pressure off of his leg.
They’d looked like they’d seen better days, but you suppose they did just come straight from a fight.
“Yeah, but…Just as a favour? We did just save the city,” Flash said cheekily before groaning slightly from the pain in his leg.
“For old time’s sake?” Superman flashed a smile.
You were so going to kill them after this…
You cross your arms, letting out a puff of air, with a roll of your eyes.
Sending a look behind you, everyone else had yet to notice the spandex clad individuals.
But you knew it would only be a matter of time.
Considering the bright cobalt blue and the scarlet red of their suits.
“Fine,” you grit your teeth with reluctance, you knew they didn’t have to come here, you knew this wasn’t necessary.
You just knew that Barry’s curiosity must’ve gotten the better of him.
“Ok, what we’re going to do is have Superman go in a different direction. Say some hellos and take some photos. Meanwhile I’m going to lug Flash into Central 6 while most people are distracted. Jesse, could you keep a look out and signal me when it’s fine to bring him in?” you direct.
As they all nod at your plan. Jesse agreeing, “no problem”
You wrap an arm around Flash’s back as his arm drapes across your shoulders, his weight shifting from Superman to you.
Securing him as he shuffles slightly off balance.
“Ok Supes, Jesse, let’s get moving,” you prompt them to move.
Watching from afar as the cheers ring out at the sight of Superman, he flashes a charming smile, a symbol of hope.
He indulges in the joys of the children in the ER that rush to him in excitement, as well as the adults who share their thanks.
While confused by the sight - the nurses, doctors and staff also can’t help but be grinning from the surprise visit.
As you watch them all crowd around Superman distantly, Jesse sends you a thumbs up, signalling you to come in.
Helping Flash as he limped slightly while you guided him towards the closest open bed.
Central 6.
It was a little more exposed than you’d prefer
But it would have to do.
Plopping him onto the bed, quickly drawing the curtains shut to prevent onlookers.
Peeking your head out of the door, you lock eyes with Dana, “pst, Dana,”
“Hmm?” looking at you with a slight confusion in her eyes.
“If anyone needs me I’m in central 6 dealing with an overly dramatic patient - but only if it's important,” you emphasise.
“Everything ok?” tilting her head from your unusual request.
Nodding your head, “yep. Yep. All good,” you spot Javadi as she begins to walk past the door, “Javadi, could you help me for a minute?”
“Of course,” she enters the room as you shut the door before Dana can question your antics any further.
Javadi lets out a gasp, eyes widen at the sight, looking back and forth between you and the speedster on the bed, who offers a friendly wave.
You raise your arms before you, a gesture to keep her calm and quiet.
“Now I’m going to trust that you can stay calm during this, can you do that for me?”
“Yes, yes, yeah – I mean. You can count on me” she manages to sputter out reassuring you, a little nervous energy spiking within her.
“Perfect,” you state before you turn to Flash with a pointed look. “Now, Javadi, meet the Flash. Otherwise known as a pain in my arse. Flash, meet Dr Javadi.”
Javadi blinks a little in shock from the way you talk about the hero before you, as though he were a nuisance, and not a hero that had just saved the city.
You move towards him as you take his injured leg to inspect it, gesturing for Javadi to follow.
“It’s good to meet you,” Javadi greets.
As Flash sends a friendly smile before wincing as you apply pressure on his leg, “Nice to meet you too doc – oof, hey. Take it easy”
“I know for a fact that you have super healing, so why did you decide you needed medical care and crash my day?”
“Just wanted to make sure it was set right, last time I didn’t, my nose got all busted,” he explains as though it were obvious, “ooh- careful”
“Sorry,” you roll your eyes. “You didn’t happen to have Superman do an x-ray on your leg did you?”
“Haha, very funny,” his words drip with sarcasm,
“Well did he?”
“...He couldn’t tell if it was a fracture or a break,” you nod at Barry’s response, unsurprised.
Clark was good at many things, but discerning the severity of broken bones was not one of them, unfortunately.
“Javadi, could you please grab the portable x-ray machine,” you asked politely, so differently from the way you were speaking to Flash.
Nodding she slips out of the room, giving you a little more privacy.
“In all seriousness, are you ok?”
“Yeah, I’m not too worried. Just wanted to check out your workplace,” he shrugs,
“And you couldn’t think of any other way to do that?” you said with a deadpanned expression.
Feigning ignorance, he shakes his head, “none whatsoever…besides how else was I going to meet your doctor boyfriend?” he teases.
Shock washes over you, glancing at the door to check no one was coming in yet. “How do you know about that?...”
His smile widened from ear to ear, while you couldn’t see his eyes behind his mask you simply knew there would’ve been a sparkling glint, “a certain farmboy might’ve mentioned it to me…”
Letting out a groan, as you place your head in your hand, “please tell me it’s just you that knows”
“...”
“Barry?”
“He might’ve mentioned it to a few of us…”
You take in a sharp breath of disbelief.
“If it helps we’re all happy for you!”
“No it doesn’t help, fucking hell–”
Before you could berate your friend any longer, Javadi comes back into the room with the portable x-ray machine accompanied by Santos.
“Sorry, I couldn’t stop her,” Javadi’s eyes were apologetic.
As Santos’ eyes gleam at the sight.
“No way,” she utters. “First Superman and now the Flash”
“Please try not to tell the others, at least not until they leave,” you suggest, “the last thing we need is to be hounded by journalists because we have a superhero as a patient. It’s bad enough I’ve let Superman loose in the ER,”
“Can I at least tell huckleberry? he’s not going to believe this”
“Fine,” you sigh.
She leans into you whispering, “what’s stopping us from running a blood test to see who he is?”
You quirk a brow at her question before replying, “I don’t know, Santos. Morals?”
You move over to help Javadi set up the x-ray machine, getting a better visual of Flash’s injury.
You say observing the results, “It’s already healing quite nicely. No surgery needed, maybe a splint for now and to rest easy for the next few days,”
"Austen, that seems like a severe break..." Javadi comments, confused at your instructions.
"Flash has a super human healing factor, so this should only take a few days of recovery, unlike the standard procedure for our other patients," you answer.
"Oh, that's cool," she replies with a little wonder.
Before looking back to Flash, “Again, I really don’t think it was necessary for you to come here"
“Just wanted to see the best doctor I know,” he throws back at you,
“Wait. Do you mean to tell me that you know Dr Austen?” Santos’s head tilts and her brows raise.
A slightly smug Flash nods his head, “for a while now.”
“You never thought to mention this interesting fact, Austen?”
“Never came up,” you said without looking at her, just glancing over your charts. “Surgery won’t be necessary so I think the best we can do for you now is get you some fluids and food.”
“Never came up? You could’ve mentioned it at any point today” Santos probes further, “how did you meet?”
“We met in Central City, while she was working there,” Flash offers.
Even if it was a half lie.
It was partly true.
You had in fact met in Central City but that was decades ago, and it wasn’t under the pretense of you being a doctor.
You hum in acknowledgement, speaking with Javadi as you go over what was needed for arranging the splint.
Thankfully she was handling this better than Santos.
“Santos, could you please grab some food, plenty of it,” you instruct.
And just as she was slipping out, she passes Robby and mutters with a pat on his back, “good luck.”
He stops the door from closing, confused by Santos’ words. His eyes lock with yours, in question. Walking into the room.
You almost melt at the sight, just wanting to bury your head into Robby’s chest.
Looking into Robby’s eyes, hoping that this wouldn’t freak him out.
All you found was concern in his eyes, concern for you, and your strange behaviour, with a tinge of confusion.
Sending him half a tired smile, you gesture silently to Javadi to leave the room.
“Hey”
“Hi?” he glances at the hero on the bed, who smiles brightly. Before looking back to you for an explanation.
Flash lets out a quiet gasp in realisation, “is this the doctor?”
You let out a deep breath you didn’t realise you were holding, pinching your nose at his reaction.
“I should’ve left you to bleed out that day.” you dryly joke.
“You don’t mean that” Flash whines,
“Oh, yes I do.” You retort, as Robby moves to stand beside you a gentle hand squeezes your arm. “Robby, please meet the Flash. An old friend of mine.”
“It’s nice to meet you Dr Robby.” Just when you thought Flash’s grin couldn’t get any wider, it did.
“Why is he talking as though he knows about me?” Robby glances at you.
“Apparantly my love life is a topic of conversation among superheroes now,” you reply a bit disgruntled at the idea of the Justice League talking about your love life.
“I’m glad to see someone’s making her happy, you should’ve seen her a few years ago, all sad and mopey, such a workaholic, no life outside of work. And now, she’s absolutely radiant with you!” you throw a bandage at him in retaliation for his indirect insult. “Ow!”
“Thank you?” Robby replies unsure, “is that why Superman is currently entertaining the kids in the family room?”
“Yes,” you nod. “I would’ve told you earlier but you were in trauma 2, and this really isn’t a big deal–”
A knock on the door sounds out as Santos comes back into the room, food in hand, as she gives it to Flash.
Turning to you, she points to the door, “Austen, Robby. You might want to go outside.”
“What’s going on?” Robby asks,
“Batman is in the Pitt” she states with complete honesty.
Fucking hell. As if today couldn’t get any worse. Your brother was now at your workplace for the first time in all the years you’d worked here….
Just moments ago, Batman had entered via the ambulance bay.
His sheer dominance, emanating from him in waves.
Silent and brooding, the caped crusader of Gotham strolled into the room.
His presence halts those around him.
He appears before Dana who stands at the hub coordinating the current patient cases, as she comes to a stand still before the figure himself.
Not intimidated but intrigued.
Santos standing beside her, sandwiches and juice in hand on her way back to bay 6. Before Batman himself had walked in bringing most of those around to a stand still.
Unlike with Superman, no one makes a move to approach the hero.
His mouth forms a thin line, not quite a scowl or smile, but of indifference.
If you looked closely the pinched line of his lips appeared to be of slight annoyance.
His cape drapes along the floor, eyes hidden behind his cowl as the whites of the mask conceal all indications of identity.
“I am here to see Flash, I understand he’s been brought here for medical attention.”
Dana tilts her head in slight confusion, she wasn’t aware of the Flash being admitted, only the presence of Superman.
At his words, Santos speaks up, “Yes of course. I’ll tell my attending and we’ll bring you through, just wait here”
She leaves him and slips in bay 6 where she informs you and Robby of the hero himself.
“I’m going to be in so much trouble…” Flash sighs,
“Damn right you are,” you retorted with a snort.
“Please tell me you know Batman too” Santos bites her lips in glee at the prospect.
“Just keep an eye on Flash. Robby and I will go deal with Batman,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, muttering “as if this day couldn’t get any worse…”
Robby’s hand pulls yours away from your face, he ducks slightly to meet your eye level, soft words falling upon your ears, soothing your tensions, “hey, I’m here for you. With whatever you need,”
“Thank you. I’m just being dramatic. Didn’t expect to see them all here, it was one of the reasons I moved,” you replied, quietly.
The topic felt far too intimate to be had amongst the Pitt.
Feeling like a pin pressing against the bubble you had created.
Waiting for it to burst.
You squeeze his hand slightly, “I promise I’ll explain more of it later”
Nodding at your words, you let his hand fall from yours as you exit the room, yelling behind you to Flash, “behave!”
And just a few paces from you stands the Bat himself.
Standing beside him in contrast is Superman.
Whose friendly demeanour doesn’t quell.
While Batman’s frown begins to set in.
“Dr Austen” he greeted.
Familiar.
That was what your colleagues noted.
While they knew you had mentioned meeting Batman previously, stating it was a normality of being a Gothamite.
What you didn't mention however, was how close you were with the hero himself.
“Batman,” there was an air of familiarity between you two, as you nodded in greeting, “didn’t realise you were allowed out in daylight, aren’t you worried about burning in the sunlight” you quipped.
AKA….don’t you have meetings to be dealing with?
He lets out a gruff scoff, almost a laugh.
“We’ll bring you through,” Robby finally states. As you and Robby lead the way, Batman and Superman trail behind.
“See Batman, how could I not bring Flash to the ER where Austen is working,” Superman tries to justify.
He did not think Batman would find out, he honestly thought this would’ve been a simple hello, goodbye.
He thought that Bruce would be preoccupied with coordinating parts of the clean up post mission.
He thought he would've been too distracted to notice he and Barry missing...
He failed to remember that Bruce was a great detective.
Batman sends him a pointed look that makes Superman deflate just slightly.
Internally grinning at the prospect of Bruce telling Clark and Barry off, it serves them right for crashing your workplace you believed.
“I’m Dr Robinavitch, but everyone here just calls me Dr Robby. It's good to meet you. Thank you for your work today,” Robby greets politely.
Though his mind was racing by the fact you were so familiar with these heroes.
From the brief conversations you’d had before, he can barely piece it together.
But you never mentioned just how friendly you were with them…
“We did the easy bit, it is all of you who are the ones we should be thanking,” Superman acknowledges, shaking Robby’s hand.
And Robby couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. But he felt a wave of deja vu wash over him.
As Batman simply nods with a gruff hum in agreement.
Slipping into bay 6, you find Flash and Santos exactly where you left them.
“So have you ever saved Dr Austen?”
“She’s saved me more than I have her,”
“Right, cool,” she nods, “so how fast can you actually go?”
“I’m still testing to find out”
“Flash,” Batman cuts in.
Robby nods to Santos, and she takes that as her reluctant cue to leave.
Batman looks at Robby, as if questioning his presence, observing him.
Observing how Robby’s eyes flick to yours, concern and warmth within his gaze.
He notes how that’s an unusual way for a colleague to look at another….
How it was filled with a fondness leaning towards something more than just friendliness.
Then his eyes land on you.
Noticing how you don’t seem to shrink under Robby’s gaze.
How you instead send the doctor a small reassuring smile every now and again.
As your eyes soften as they meet the doctor's gaze.
Batman squints his eyes just slightly.
“He just has a broken leg, quite mild. Healing nicely,” you answer the nonverbal question.
“We’ll take him off your hands, thank you,” Batman nods. “Sorry for the disruption”
“I am a delight” Flash comments, “not a disruption”
“Just don’t let me see you back in here, unless it’s a real emergency”
“Yes ma'am," he salutes,
“Then you’re good to go”
You clasp your hands, fingers fidgeting just slightly.
You never loved it when your old world crashed into the life you’d built.
It brought up memories you preferred to have left behind.
You also didn’t enjoy being caught off guard.
This was not how your brother was meant to learn about the new development in your personal life….
Superman helps prop Flash up once again, before standing to leave.
Beginning to walk out of the room, thanking the medical professionals around them as they exit the ER through the ambulance bay for a little more discretion.
You trail behind, just beside Batman. Robby on the other side of you.
“I’ll walk them out,” you tell Robby and before he can insist on going with you, adding, “could you check Mrs Cole in bay 11? I was meant to check on her before. But was pulled away.”
He places a hand on your arm, a slight squeeze.
Grounding, a quiet reassurance he was there for you.
“Of course, see you soon”
You nod, watching him for a moment as he walks away.
You eventually exit the ER.
The fresh air washes over you. Clearing your mind.
You breathe it all in, as it calms you.
As soon as you were just out of earshot of any passesbys, watching as Superman readjusts his hold on Flash.
Your eyes staring distantly. Avoiding his gaze.
Batman, Bruce stood silently beside you.
You could feel him tense.
Waiting and thinking over what to say.
No longer the caped crusader, but behaving as your older brother.
“Is there anything you want to tell me?”
“No, not that I can think of” tiptoeing around the topic.
“So Dr Robby?...”
“Hmm? What about him?”
“Are you sure that’s the best idea?”
Your lips set in a thin line, biting the inside of your cheek. “I’m a grown woman, you don’t get to decide what’s best for me”
“I’m just asking–”
“Don’t.” Your word is final, unmoving. Your nerves growing tense. “We’ll talk about this another time”
“See you next weekend?”
“Only cause you know who would drag me there if I didn’t”
“I hope you know what you’re doing”
“Me too B”
And with that they were gone.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed chapter 11, a little fun having Superman and Flash show up - Clark couldn't keep his mouth shut, so now the JL know all about your new love life. Feeling the space between your life now and the life you left behind grow a little bit closer. Let me know what you think or if you'd like to be tagged.
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Read, Chap.12: What A Day
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Nervous butterflies settle in your stomach. Jittery and excited. You call in reinforcements to get ready for your first date with Robby. Nothing had felt so right, than to finally be open about your feelings. Let's see how the Pitt responds.
WARNINGS: Medical jargon (most likely inaccuracies with treatment and advice, but I tried to be as accurate as I could), loss, grief, strong language, pretty much what you would expect from a medical drama.
Word Count: ~4.1k
Things had shifted between you and Robby ever since that night.
You no longer averted your gaze when looking at him from across the room, he no longer restrained himself from brushing his hand with yours.
You had decided to take it slow.
Figure out what this was first.
Before letting those around you into your little bubble.
You knew it would only be a matter of time before they’d figure it out. But for now you weren’t going to rush it.
It was only a few days after your first kiss with Robby did he suggest a proper date.
He suggested going to a nice restaurant, it would be nice he said.
You don’t remember the last time you felt this way.
The pounding of your chest, the fluttering in your stomach. You felt like a young woman all over again with a crush.
These feelings clouded your mind as you struggled to pick an outfit.
Only a few minutes away from when you had decided to meet.
Thinking it would be best to meet at the restaurant, even if he did offer to pick you up.
Clothes were strewn all over your bed.
And you were just sitting on the floor staring at your open cupboard.
Reaching over you grasp your phone and decide, what the hell.
The ringer sounds out, just for a few moments before she answers. Her face popping into the screen of your phone.
Your saving grace.
Babs.
Her brows furrow at the sight of you, it was rare for you to call without much notice. Let alone face time.
“Hey, N/N. What’s going on?”
You let out a deep breath before speaking, “Hi Babs. I’m- uh. Hm, this is harder than I thought…”
“It’s ok, I’m here for you” she says sincerely, concern slipping into her tone. Sincerely worried for you.
It had been many years since she’d heard you so distressed. It was unusual to say the least.
“I have a date,” you finally spit out. Scrunching your eyes tightly, waiting for what was to come.
A loud squeal echoes from your phone.
But not from Babs…
As Babs’ phone is plucked from her hands, Steph comes into view, “finally! It’s been way too long and you are a catch!”
“Steph! Give that back to me,” Babs reaches out to her, failing to capture her phone as it is kept out of reach.
Meanwhile Steph is going on and on, throwing so many questions you can barely keep up.
“Who are you going out with? How long have you known them? How did you meet? Where are you going? What are you doing? When can we meet them?”
And just when you thought all the questions were over, she takes a deep breath before asking, “What are you going to wear!?”
At this point Babs successfully reclaims her phone in Steph’s moment of distraction.
“Shh! I don’t want the others to know yet”
Steph pops up in the background and mimics a zipping motion around her mouth, “our secret”
Babs simply laughs at the exchange, before turning her attention back to you, as you speak, “I actually don’t know what I’ll wear. It’s kind of why I called…”
“Like Steph said it depends on where you’re going” Babs adds thoughtfully, while Steph nods along.
“He mentioned it would be a nice restaurant,” you said, thinking over what Robby had suggested, before sighing, “I don’t know why I’m worrying about this so much, I see him almost every day.”
“He must mean a lot to you,” Steph comments.
“I honestly don’t remember the last time you went out with someone who meant this much to you,” Babs says, thinking over all her years of knowing you.
There had been very few dates throughout, and even fewer partners that meant a lot to you.
A difficulty that came with being in the paper almost every week you had once said.
Never knowing who was or wasn’t genuine.
“Me neither,” you replied, “I didn’t think I’d be able to find someone who made me feel like this ever again.”
“We’re happy for you, you deserve this,” Babs encourages, while Steph agrees with a teasing lilt, “yeah! Now lets make you look smoking hot for your date”
You laugh at her words.
You may not have known Steph for as long as you had known many of the others, but she had quickly wormed her way into your heart, her endearing attitude never failed to make you smile.
You were always there to answer any of her questions, whether it be random or about yourself, or your crime fighting past.
And just like you had once done with Babs, you offered Steph some guidance and support.
She was incredibly skilled, and you admired her for her positivity.
“So who’s the guy you’re going out with tonight?” Steph asked with a grin. As you pass the camera over your wardrobe to show them what you were working with.
“He’s a doctor I work with.”
Babs and Steph’s eyebrows raise with a teasing smile, “ohhh, and his name?”
“Oh, I know what’ll happen as soon as I give you his name. You’ll do a deep dive into everything about him and all of a sudden you’ll know more than I do,” you say with a knowing glance.
“No, we wouldn’t”
“Right,” you say unconvinced, before giving in just slightly “his name is Michael if you must know”
“And how long have you liked Michael?” Steph probes.
“For a while...” you answer vaguely.
And in a moment none of you could’ve predicted, Damian enters Steph's room where Babs and she were in.
“What is all this noise Brown?” he says, before his eyes find your face upon Babs’ phone, “hello, Ammto.”
“Hi Dami,” you say with a small wave, a little worried about whether he’d heard the conversation and as to how he’ll take the news if he did.
“Hey Damian, we were talking about some girl stuff,” Steph tries to wave off cooly.
He sends her a pointed glance, “I would like to know.”
“No you wouldn’t,” Steph responds,
“Yes I would.” he says determinedly.
They continue on until you decide to break them up, “Dami, the girls are just helping me pick an outfit.”
“For what?”
“...I have a date” you try to be steady but a tinge of wariness seeps through your words.
“Oh. Is it with that doctor with the sad eyes?” he says unsurprised, a reaction you did not expect.
“WHAT?” Steph exclaims, shocked at Damian’s indifference,
“Shh! Steph,” you say, worried about who else could be in the manor overhearing the conversation.
You did not need Dick knowing about this just yet, he would tell everybody.
And you did not need Bruce to know about this, not yet for that matter.
It was bad enough you had told these three.
She whispers harshly to Damian, “what do you mean the doctor with the sad eyes?”
“When I last visited Ammto at her work, there was this doctor who seemed fixated upon her. But he appeared to have permanently sad eyes, perhaps it was because he realised he could never be good enough for Ammto.”
“He does not have sad eyes,” you defend weakly, despite knowing exactly what he was referring to, “they’re just kindly…”
“I hope you have a nice date. He seemed adequate enough, considering no one will ever be worthy of you,” and for Damian that was high praise, “...even if he was wearing a zip up hoodie which seemed unprofessional.”
“That isn’t unprofessional,” you retort. Only causing him to tut in response.
“What was he like?” Steph pulls Damian to face her in interrogation.
“I did not speak with him much, Ammto was busy telling me off so I could not gather more information on her colleagues,”
“That’s because you insulted one of them about his suturing,” you say with exasperation,
“Because it was crooked,” he says to you before turning back to Steph, “I believe one of her other colleagues has a military background”
“How do you know that?” Babs asks, giving into her curiosity.
“....I researched her colleagues afterwards,” Damian confessed.
You pinch your nose, “I hope you realise that you shouldn’t be doing this. You should just trust that I work with decent people,”
“I am just looking out for you Ammto…The doctor you have chosen to date seems to be good”
You just offer a smile while shaking your head slightly, his words of approval meaning more to you than he would realise, “thank you. I think so too”
He offers a small hm, before slipping back out of the room.
“I can’t believe Damian knew about this before us,” Steph slumps into a chair.
But she isn’t sad for long as you all focus back on picking your outfit, ideas on whether you should wear lipstick or not, how you should do your hair and everything else.
With her and Babs on the phone you did eventually put together an outfit you were happy with.
It felt comfortable, and flattering, draped upon your figure. It may have been simple but it was elegant.
And with well wishes and good lucks, you hung up and were on your way.
Wandering into the evening air, you had decided to walk to the restaurant upon realising it wasn’t very far.
Ordinarily Robby would’ve picked you up, but considering he had worked today and it was your day off, you had decided it would be best to meet at the restaurant.
The place was full to the brim with everyone dressed in their very best
Tablecloths on every table, waiters dressed impeccably, as you walked in your eyes locked onto the figure of Robby.
He sat, dressed in a button up shirt and slacks, hands fiddling upon the table.
So different from his usual scrubs and zip up jackets, it was sweet to see him put so much effort into making this perfect for you.
As soon as he looked up and locked eyes with you, his nerves melted away, shoulders relaxing as a smile spread across his face.
You offer a small wave, walking over to him, as he stands to greet you, kissing you upon the cheek before stepping back to admire you.
“Y/N, you look absolutely beautiful,” his words breathless as he takes you in.
“And you look very handsome, Michael” you compliment, as his eyes glint from glee.
You take a seat across from each other as you let yourself absorb your surroundings, the menus before you were in small print with no prices present, overly intricate words describe the food.
"I was going to get you flowers, but I wasn't sure if it would've been appropriate or just annoying to have during dinner, not that getting you flowers would've been annoying-"
You smile endearingly at his words, with a light laugh you say brightly, "Michael. I appreciate the thought. But you don't need to get me flowers for our first date, being with you is more than enough"
"Just know that there will be flowers" he promises with a grin.
“I'll hold you to it," your eyes glance around the place once again, "How’d you find this place?” you asked,
Robby scratched at his jaw, before saying sheepishly “Garcia mentioned this place once. I can’t say I’ve dated very much in recent years. So please forgive me if I’m rusty”
You sigh with relief, “me neither. So we can take this slow, baby steps. I don’t remember the last time I went on a date”
“Now that, I find very hard to believe”
“Well, it’s true,” you laugh lightly in response, “our line of work makes it pretty difficult to sustain relationships”
“I know what you mean,” his hand reaches over to hold yours, a shared understanding between you both.
Despite the comfort found within his company, you can’t help but feel a little out of place in the restaurant.
It felt impersonal, too uptight.
A vague sense of deja vu washes over you as you remember your days back in Gotham, in places that were exclusive for the rich.
In restaurants and parties you didn’t want to go to. Diamond necklaces weighing heavily upon you like chains.
People trying to schmooze and charm you for your name and not for you.
You felt guilty for feeling this way, he had brought you here thinking you would enjoy the glamour of it all.
But all you could feel was your skin crawl as the waiter announced the special of the day and whether a wine pairing with all your dishes would be required.
As if sensing your discomfort Robby leans over, whispering as he looks deeply in your eyes, “hey, do you want to get out of here?”
At his words, you nod your head, grasping his hand, as he leads you out of the restaurant.
A vague excuse thrown to the staff as you walk out.
You link your arm with his as you stroll along the street,
“Thank you for that. I wanted to like it, I did...” you said reassuring him,
“But?”
“But, it just made me think of Gotham and it’s just not me. I don’t need a fancy restaurant to be happy, I just want to spend my time with you,” your words reveal just a little bit more about yourself.
Something that Robby relished in, feeling honoured that you would share this with him.
Alluring smells waft in the air, as you come across a hot jam donut truck, slipping just out of your hold he walks up and orders a few for you both to enjoy.
Warm, fresh donuts in hand you sit on a park bench, side by side, arms touching.
The discomfort from before had long since melted away.
“You don’t really talk about Gotham often,” he says, not pushing you just commenting aloud.
You tilt your head slightly in thought, “a lot happened when I grew up, sometimes I find it easier to push it aside. Compartmentalise it and all that. I don’t mean to be very vague.”
Yes. You only meant to be partially vague. But with Robby, Michael…you wanted to let your walls crumble completely. Even if that meant sharing things you tried to bury….
“It’s ok, just know that I’m here if you ever want to talk about it. I know that homesickness can creep up on you if you avoid it for too long,” he replies thoughtfully.
You slip your hand into his, squeezing it with a quiet thanks, “Well. I grew up in a well known family, so a lot of my youth was spent in fancy restaurants surrounded by people who thought they knew me”
He nods at your words, just listening,
“I think at some point I started to find those environments suffocating. Never letting myself be me. Even becoming a doctor was its own problem. And then eventually I had a fight, a bad argument with my brother, which led me to leaving…I think it was one of the best decisions I ever made, even if I didn’t know it at the time” you revealed, eyes meeting with his.
Wanting him to know this about you. Wanting to share this with him. Wanting him to know you.
“Well, if leaving Gotham led you to me, then I’ll be very grateful for it,” he kisses the top of your head.
Eventually you stand and continue to wander around the park, he talks about his own life, things you didn’t know.
And you mention how the only problem with not living in Gotham anymore was that you didn’t see your family as often.
A motorcycle had zoomed past you both, its engines revving and as it passed you started to giggle a little.
“What?” he asks with a smile, nudging you slightly to share your thoughts.
“No, it’s nothing. It’s just, the motorcycle just made me remember how when I turned 18. Which feels like a lifetime ago,” he nods at your words encouraging you to go on,
“I don’t even know why I did it, but I bought myself a motorcycle. It was beautiful, a sight to see really. Maybe it gave me something to do, a distraction. But I loved it!” you fondly remember arms gesturing with passion, “After my first joy ride with it, I saw my brother standing in our drive, arms crossed and so mad at me. He couldn’t believe that I bought a, and I quote, ‘death trap’! ”
“No, he didn’t?” he said, absorbed in your story.
You nod at his words, “yes! Well I was so mad at him saying that, calling him hypocritical and all sorts of things.”
“Sounds like you were quite a rebel in your youth” Robby teases you,
You bump your arm into his, “oh stop. I wasn’t that bad”
“I’ve seen you take down people twice your size, I think it’s safe to say you weren’t much different in your youth,” he compliments.
You only roll your eyes, but the grin on your face shows that you don’t mind his teases.
“Anyway, it’s safe to say I won the argument against my brother so I kept my motorcycle for many years. I loved how freeing it was to have the wind rushing past, the speed, seeing how all the lights around me blurred into a beautiful scene”
“What happened to the bike?”
“I had it for a good while, and I’ve had a few others over the years. But I’ve left most of them in Gotham. I don’t really get the time to enjoy having one here, so I didn’t bother”
“Maybe sometimes I could take you for a ride?” he had said nonchalantly.
“You have a bike?” you were shocked. This was something entirely new to you. Not once had he ever mentioned driving a motorcycle…to be fair, neither did you.
“I’m working on it at the moment, but when it’s ready I’ll take you for a spin,” his hand slips into yours, comforting and soft.
“Who knew? Dr Robby, motorcycle enthusiast,” you joke with a sparkle in your eye.
He rolls his eyes at your teasing remark, but simply tugs you into him, arms wrapping around your waist he places a chaste kiss upon your lips, “well it is no surprise to me, that you have a need for speed”
“You did not just say that” your head drops onto his shoulder laughing from the corniness of his words.
“You can’t say it isn’t true, little miss adrenaline junkie” he grins.
Watching as you turn your head to look at him, head still leaning against his shoulder, both still wrapped in each other’s arms.
“In response to your earlier question, yes. I would love to go on a joyride with you,” you said pressing a kiss upon his cheek.
Slipping from his hold, as your hand clasps his once again.
Robby nods to your words, understanding. That was something he offered to you in endless amounts, something you cherished immensely.
The night grew later, as you lost track of time in each other’s company.
It was an evening that helped you grow further together.
It may have not started out perfectly, but it became something so much more.
It was intimate, lighthearted and real.
It was you and Michael.
Exploring something new, something you had waited for so patiently.
Nearing later in the night Robby had offered to take you home. Walking hand in hand, once again not wanting your time together to end.
Craving the touch of each other, not wanting to let go.
He leaves you at the entrance of your apartment, a kiss upon your lips. Hands slipped around you holding you closely, yours wrapped around his neck pulling him into you.
Pulling away to catch your breath. You place another peck upon his lips.
“Next time we should just get some take out and relax at one of our places,”
“I wouldn’t mind that” he said, letting you slip from his arms as you wandered away into your home.
“Goodnight, Michael, I had a really lovely first date.”
“Goodnight, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow”
“Not if I see you first,” you say with a wink before disappearing from view.
The day after.
Almost no one had realised.
Except for Abbot.
Who had found out exactly the day after you and Robby’s first date.
Who had noticed it the moment Robby was grinning at the start of a shift, as if his attitude was entirely different.
He seemed lighter, happier.
It was at that moment that Abbot knew you and Robby had finally gotten together.
A pat on his back, he parted ways with him, “good on you brother. You deserve to be happy”
“How’d you–”
“I know that look in your eyes,” he laughed before heading to leave, not without saying “Besides, Austen already told me.”
Robby shakes his head with a smile. Ready to start the day.
And for a few weeks only Abbot knew.
Joking that he would be making bank as soon as word got out in the ER.
Weeks go past, as you and Robby enjoy any moment possible outside of work.
It wasn’t uncommon if a date would be cancelled due to a shift running late, or even having to move it another time because you were both too tired.
But you always made time for each other.
You explored other hidden restaurants and cafes. Exploring the city. And on occasion simply spending time at each other’s apartments, a place to relax and fully let go of the stress from the day.
Leaving shifts together, checking in on one another throughout the shift, coffees and teas brought over whenever needed.
These things were so small, almost no different to how you normally behaved around each other.
Just slight enough that many of those you worked with hadn’t noticed.
Princess and Perlah were even trying to set you up with one of the paramedics.
They were failing terribly. Considering you evaded their attempts.
Princess also never failed to mention Clark every now and again.
It only stopped once you showed her literal photos from the wedding. But that only seemed to make her distracted by a few of the other good looking guests in the photo.
The only other person besides Abbot to realise the new change in your relationship, besides HR, who only knew because of another pizza and paperwork evening spent together.
The only other person to realise was Dana.
Who while talking with Robby, just asked him blankly, “are you and Austen a thing now?”
This made Robby completely freeze up, caught off guard by her question as he sputtered the coffee he was drinking.
Placing the mug down, wiping at his mouth, stumbling over his words, “what– I don’t know what you’re talking about”
He honestly wasn’t sure if he should share it or not.
He knew you liked your privacy. He just didn’t know if that applied to this.
“Oh come on, you two have been sneaking around like a couple of teenagers, I’m surprised no one else noticed” she jokes.
“Uhh-”
Before he can even think of what to say.
You save him from explaining.
Passing at that very moment, you simply walk up to him, and kiss him before ducking away and continuing on with your rounds.
Not before sending Robby a cheeky wink.
At the sight before them, many of the staff whoop and holler.
A cheer surrounds Robby as he feels his face burn from the attention. Passing claps upon his back, words of encouragement and congrats.
“So who kissed who first?” someone asked, “and when?” Robby’s brow furrows at the question, unsure of its relevance.
With an apprehensive tone he answers, “she did…and it was about 4 weeks ago?”
Sighs and cheers elicit from the response as money begins to be passed around.
Robby turns to Dana and points a thumb to his surroundings, “since when did my relationship status become a betting pool?”
With a grin on her face as someone slaps some money into her hand, she looks to Robby and says, “since the first week she arrived”
That was not how he imagined the announcement to go.
But as his eyes meet with yours across the room.
McKay and Mohan sharing their congrats with you. A bright smile on your face, flushing from the attention.
He didn’t mind, so long as you were happy.
He just wished that Abbot wasn’t so smug as he insisted on buying Robby a drink after the news had broken out officially.
“It’s the least I could do brother, considering it's from my winnings over your love life” he joked.
As you laughed alongside him, Robby’s exasperated sigh forms into a smile. Hearing your laughter made it all worth it, he decided.
As you slip your arm around him, your warmth and touch, something he had craved for so long.
Now you were within his grasp.
And you were his to call home.
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Read, Chap.11: Crash My Day
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You suffer an anxiety attack while at work, the stress of the day all building you to the brink. Luckily you have a considerate attending who takes action when you need it most.
WARNINGS: Medical jargon (most likely inaccuracies with treatment and advice, but I tried to be as accurate as I could), panic/anxiety attack, loss, grief, trauma, strong language, violence, pretty much what you would expect from a medical drama.
Word Count: ~2.0k
While days away helped alleviate the stress of work.
Some days in the Pitt were harder than others.
Wishing at times that your heart were made of steel.
At the end of the day. You were unfortunately human.
And sometimes that meant feeling helpless.
And you hated that feeling.
When your mind would race with multiple scenarios, the could haves and should haves.
Going over every minute detail. Every tiny action. Searching for a why.
A reason.
But you would often, almost always, come up empty.
Having to deal with the fact that you did everything within your power.
And that still wasn’t enough.
Those moments never got any easier to deal with.
It just calcified within your heart, like a heavy stone stitched within you. You carried their stories everywhere you went. Faint murmurs within you.
It was the least you could do, you rationalised.
You always pushed on and pushed through.
But in moments where you would have to tell a parent or guardian that their young child had unfortunately passed. In times where you would have to tell a son or daughter that their mom or dad had died while you did everything you could to save them.
Those were the ones that made you ache.
Memories of your own experiences creeping from the depths of your mind, just to rear their ugly horrors to you once again.
The image of Jason as he was a limp and lifeless corpse. A bloody mess, mangled in Bruce’s arms.
He was barely 15. So small and so full of life. All stripped away in a fateful cruel night.
He’s alive now.
Safe….enough.
Healthy. You were far luckier than most. To have that second chance.
But the memory of him flashes before you every time a child dies under your watch. It’s rare but it happens.
There is no word to describe a parent who has lost a child.
No word could describe the grief, anger, sadness, frustration or disbelief that the loss contained.
Nothing could adequately explain the void that swallowed a parent whole at this loss.
It was unfair.
It’s unfair as you tell a child that their beloved parent has passed. Even for some declaring to them that they are essentially an orphan now.
Flooding you with the memory of your own parents…being taken from you too soon.
Being told by the police onsite that your mom and dad wouldn’t be coming home with you. The blood that stained your mother's pearls that were so delicately place upon her neck.
The grip Alfred had upon you, holding you and Bruce closely. Shielding you from the flashes that rained from above.
He was your guiding grace and protector.
You strived to be that for your patients. Just until closed doors.
Just until you could let yourself be human and break.
Life was unfair.
It was not just.
But was it so wrong to plead for it to be better, to be fairer?
To hold out hope for a better day.
Those days where loss smothered you like a thick blanket, never lessened its impact on you.
Walking away from the family room as you just told the parents of a 4 year old boy that he hadn’t made it.
Chest tight, eyes prickling with a burning heat, your fingers clench and unclench digging into your skin.
Craving to feel something, anything besides the pain in your chest.
You duck into the stairwell near the viewing room. Hoping for a moment alone.
Just somewhere away from it all.
Shallow breaths struggle to escape you.
You’ve slumped against a corner, head tucked into your arms.
Today was tougher than usual.
A crack in the armour you had curated over your years as a medical professional. Maybe even longer.
Your mind struggles to focus, to cope.
What was it that Alfred always recommended when dealing with a panic attack? Or is it an anxiety attack? Panic? Anxiety? This is a panic attack. No anxiety. Fuck. Way to go. You’re meant to be the doctor, Cant’t even fucking think straight. Or tell the difference between an anxiety or a panic attack. No wonder that boy died. Died. like Jason died. Like Bruce almost died a fucking thousand times. Like Dick. Babs. Babs who can’t walk anymore. Damian. Cass. Steph. Duke.Tim. All of them could die at any moment. I’d be fucking useless. I was useless. I am. Just pull your head in the game. Weak–
These horrible, twisted thoughts wrack your brain.
“F– fi– fi– five. Five things. Fuck”
Tearing you from the inside out, you hadn’t even realised you were muttering incoherently between breaths.
Until you flinch.
Recoiling roughly from a touch.
The of a hand.
A warm steady hand places itself on your shoulder.
Grounding. Present.
You feel someone move beside you.
But your eyes are held firmly shut. Tears trickle down, snot dripping as you sniffle.
You know that if you open your eyes it's only going to make the tears pour down harder.
It’s ugly and raw. But so are the thoughts that haunt you.
“I’m here for you,” Robby’s voice sounds muffled, as though you were under water.
The pounding of your heart beats in your ears. Deafening.
You feel him shift, his hand never leaving your arm as he places his other one on the other side of you.
“Can you open your eyes for me, please” the smoothness of his voice coaxes you to listen.
Hesitantly you blink your eyes open. You can only imagine that they’re gone red and puffy. Squinting from the harsh lighting above.
Your eyes focus on Robby’s.
He sits just in front of you. His touch brings your attention to him.
The furrow of his brow, the way it dipped made his eyes tilt as though he felt the shame and sadness roll off of you in waves.
“Good. Now can you name five things that you see for me. Please” his tone steady, but not commanding. The gravel of his tone combats the thumping in your ears.
“I- I, I can see. The glove on the floor. There's a smudge on that wall, probably crayon. The gum stuck to the banister that maintenance keeps missing…”
“Good that’s three so far,” you nod at his words only vaguely listening, trying to focus your eyesight. Eyes flicking around you.
“Your deep brown eyes. And there's a cobweb in the corner there”
“Now what are four things you can touch?”
You give an uncertain nod, almost shaking still.
But your breathing begins to steadily calm. His hands are still placed on your arms, grounding you.
“The marble floors are really cold. My scrubs keep scratching me on the back of my calf,” your fingers move against the cool floor, before coming back up to your head, “my hair is so oily. How did I even leave the house looking like this?” you let out a shallow laugh that only makes you hiccup.
One of your hands slowly drifts down, stopping to be placed over Robby’s. Letting your head tilt up a little. “And I can feel the warmth of your hands”
Robby lets out the breath he didn’t realise he was holding, nodding his head, as he takes a gulp.
Averting his eyes from meeting yours. The tips of his ears burning slightly from your touch.
“And can you name three things you can hear”
“The beeping of the heart monitors from inside the ER, the sound of–” a small laugh escapes you without realising it, “the sound of Myrna calling out Pussycat which I’m pretty sure was aimed at Whitaker”
This causes Robby to laugh, as you notice him glance at you again.
“And, and I can hear the sound of one of the beds being moved. It must be squeaky cause all I can hear is an annoying pitchy noise”
“That’s good. Good, yeah. Now can you tell me two things you can smell?”
You take in a deep exhale, your shoulders rising and falling slowly.
Your head no longer feels like it's being pounded against, the ringing in your ears begins to fade.
You blink warily, eyes feeling crusty from the trails of tears upon your cheeks. You wipe an arm across your nose removing any trace of your snotty nose.
His hands rub against your arms, letting you know that he is there for you, bringing you out of your own thoughts. His grasp is soft, softer than you had imagined. Like he was afraid that you would break beneath his hold.
“My nose feels like it's burning, I can still smell the hand sanitiser from here. And I can smell…coffee?
“I think that just might be my breath”
“Who's to say it isn’t mine?” you joke through dried tears.
Voice still quiet, but slowly building strength.
“And finally, what’s one thing that you can taste?”
Out of instinct your eyes dart down to his lips, before looking away, biting the inside of your cheek.
Leaning in as your body developed a mind of its own.
Falling short, mere inches from his face.
How you wished you had the courage to kiss him then and now.
But you were a mess, hair greasy stuck against your forehead, eyes puffy and crusted by tears.
This was not how you wanted your first kiss with Robby to go.
If it ever happened at all.
So you held yourself back, licking your lips you state, “is it disgusting if I say a metallic taste from the cut inside my cheek”
He drops his head slightly, shaking his head before meeting your eyes again. “No, it’s not disgusting. Just true.”
A blanket of silence falls over you both, as you just stay there.
For just a moment longer.
You wished you could stay in his arms for the rest of the night.
Feeling safe. Secure.
But all good things must come to an end, as he stands hands holding yours as he pulls you to your feet.
“Thank you. Really.” Your hands squeeze his, memorising the feel of his hands in yours.
They're soft, a little calloused from the tireless work you both do, they feel as though they carry the weight of the world.
And in your line of work, you find it fitting.
“Of course, anytime. Do you need a little time before getting back in there?”
While it was tempting to stay in this bubble you had created.
You knew that it was time to get back in there.
You never could stay still even if that was what you needed.
He squeezes your hand back, waiting for your answer, ducking his head down to meet your eye level.
You shake your head, “No, no. I’m all good. It just–That boy…he was barely 5. and, it just. It just reminded me of when my nephew…died. So yeah.” You sniff, using one of your hands to wipe a stray tear away. Voice cracking as you share your hurt.
“Hey, hey. I get it. Some days are just harder than others. I–” he lets his sentence fall short.
Stopping himself from saying what he truly wanted to. That he admired the way you cared so ferociously. That it was one of the things he loved about you. But those words stayed buried within. “I– We are lucky to have you with us because you care so much for your patients.”
Your hand slips from his, as you begin to walk towards the door, he follows just after you.
“I’m just gonna go wash up and then I’ll get back into it”
“‘Course. I’ll be here for you if you need”
You nod your head before walking away. Shielding your face from anyone else.
You send a quick look behind you towards Robby, before averting your gaze just as quickly.
Today might not have been the day you told Robby you wanted more with him.
But you so desperately wished it was.
And he stood there wishing he could have held you just a bit longer.
To be the person you turned to when the world got too loud. To have held you as more than a friend. But as the person you would share a life together with.
Wishful thinking.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed chapter 8, I personally haven't suffered an anxiety or panic attack so I'm sorry if it's not quite accurate. I wanted this to be a bit of bonding moment and a time of building trust (so I didn't want to romanticise it too much), let me know what you think or if you'd like to be tagged.
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Tense and on edge from your visitors. Questions coming at you left and right. You wished for nothing more than for your shift to end. To be tucked into Robby's arms and forget the stress of the day. Letting him into your orbit just a little more. (There's also a little glimpse into your future).
WARNINGS: Medical jargon (most likely inaccuracies with treatment and advice, but I tried to be as accurate as I could), Austen is feeling very annoyed, strong language, pretty much what you would expect from a medical drama.
Word Count: ~4.5k
Your heart beats as rapidly as the thoughts that filter through your head.
Worries creep from the back of your mind.
Taking another deep breath, to settle the racing of your heart.
To quiet the chaos in your mind.
You make your way back into the ER.
Work was always a healthy distraction, wasn’t it?
Too bad the events of the day only seemed to make your colleagues take a greater interest in you.
Trailing behind you as you continue your rounds, Santos and Mateo followed behind eyes gleaming with intrigue, and they had questions.
“What’s your beef with Batman?” Santos raises a brow.
“What beef? There’s no beef…” Your voice slipped into a defensive tone.
“It looked like you were glaring at him into the ground. As if he had personally wronged you,” she had followed up.
Nearby Whitaker sighed, feeling bad on your behalf.
Sure it was interesting, but clearly you weren't up to answering their questions.
He sent you a pitying glance as you responded.
Your answers were blunt.
You were completely over this day.
“I left Gotham to get away from the Bats.”
Mateo and Santos simply look at you in question, waiting for more of an explanation, “And?” Mateo leads on.
“And now he just rocks up to my work. Forgive me if I wasn’t in a chipper mood to see him” You say with a little bite to your words.
Undeterred by your attitude, Santos continues to probe, “So, are there any other skeletons in that closet of yours?”
Your eyes don’t leave from the chart you were going over, as you answer with a dry wit, “If I haven’t thrown them out already.”
“But seriously how do you just casually know superheroes?” Donnie joins the conversation as his brows furrow in confusion.
Mateo nodded to his question, thinking the same thing. Others nearby, similarly listening in to the conversation.
“I’m a doctor, I tend to get caught in the crossfire,” you state. Just wanting the topic to be dropped.
But it only seemed to spur it on, as Santos points out, “That’s not a normal crossfire to get caught in”
“You know that I used to live in Metropolis, Central City and Gotham?”
“We did not know about Central City,” Dana adds from afar.
As you look up to the ceiling and sigh.
This was not going to go away easily, “Not you too, Dana”
She only shrugs in response, a grin slipping on her face.
It wasn’t everyday that you were caught off guard.
So because of that, mostly, everybody was enjoying your flustered and annoyed state.
With teasing remarks here and there.
“Surely living in the same city doesn’t automatically make you friends with superheroes?” Mateo further questions.
“I don’t know what to tell you, besides that I lived in the same city as them.” You respond, shoulders shrugging, “Pain in the arse I’ll tell you.”
“You only say that because you’ve been exposed to all these cool situations that you’re numb to it,” Santos comments, as though it were obvious.
Her words only bring up old memories.
Memories of dizzying heights.
Of death defying stunts.
Of close calls…
“Sure. Falling from a building to your death because some villain decided he was bored is a really cool experience,” your words drip with a thick layer of sarcasm.
“Wait what?” Santos, Donnie and Mateo look at you wide-eyed at your words, as if you couldn’t have surprised them even more.
As well as a few other onlookers.
“Austen, could you help King in West 12?” Robby stands beside you, saving you from the hounding questions.
You nod at his words, grateful for the escape.
Standing from your charting, beginning to go in the direction of West 12.
Turning back briefly to the two trailing behind you, “ziiiip” you zip your lips, walking away.
“Come on, you can’t keep a story like that to yourself,” they whine.
“Let’s just say I really regretted wearing a dress that day,” you said finally, before disappearing around the corner.
Robby’s eyes follow your retreating figure.
He may not have voiced his questions aloud.
But he was just as intrigued as the others.
As you pushed through the rest of your shift, just a mere few hours left to go.
Answering with curt responses to any questions about earlier events.
You could understand their interest.
It wasn’t everyday that you met a superhero…let alone meet someone who knew them personally.
But that didn’t make dealing with the questions any easier.
It didn’t stop it from getting on your nerves.
As your responses grew blunt, as the tone dipped into a sharpness you often didn’t display to your colleagues.
On top of that, you couldn’t help but worry over what everyone thought of you because of it.
What Robby must have thought of you…
You knew your behaviour was wrong.
You knew it was unfair, but you couldn’t help it.
Robby must’ve noticed that, as he was one of the only few to stay away from topics concerning the spandex wearing individuals.
Choosing to find solace in the company of Mel and Victoria who didn’t ask you incessant questions.
Only briefly mentioning it to take the time to thank Javadi for her composure during the earlier events.
Working cases alongside McKay and Whitaker who also didn’t seem to bother you with probing questions.
Maybe just the odd one here and there but they didn’t push you further to answer.
Unlike the others, as Langdon joked about the speedster.
Or as Princess and Perlah send you teasing glances, and little comments about Superman with his broad shoulders.
Even Jesse shot you with some raised eyebrows with a mention of the brooding Batman.
You would roll your eyes and try to shake it off.
But the comments built up with the tension in your shoulders.
Overhearing whispers.
You’re fairly certain you heard Santos hypothesise that you were a superhero.
Before dismissing the idea as far-fetched.
Thinking over how time consuming med-school was she believed that being a vigilante of the night would make no sense.
If only she realised how close to the truth she was.
Your eyes grew heavy as the shift wore on. Wading through each new case.
Searching for any distraction from the day you just had.
Until finally you reached the end of your shift.
Your joints were aching, your body felt like it was made of lead, as the exhaustion of the day settled in.
You weren’t normally this tired post shift.
But you supposed it had something to do with the mental backflips you had been doing throughout.
The air now cools as the sun dips in the sky.
You close your eyes as you breathe in, and out.
In and out…
In your moment of peace, you feel the brush of an arm.
The familiar smell of antiseptic, with a faint hint of coffee and a gentle musky vanilla envelopes you.
You breathe it in deeply, as it calms you.
Your hand reaches out, intertwining your fingers with the warm, calloused hands of Robby’s.
You peer your eyes open, looking to your side. Where you find his deep brown eyes already looking at you.
Softened gaze, as they droop slightly just from tiredness.
Pulling him with you, you walk slowly away from the ED.
An unspoken but shared agreement that you didn’t want to be alone right now.
After a few minutes he speaks up,
“So?”
“So,” you reply quietly. Prompting him to continue.
“What a day, huh?”
You let out a breathless laugh, “Yep. That's one way to describe it…”
At your response his hand squeezes yours in comfort, “Do you want to talk about it?”
You mull over his question.
Of all the ways you could respond.
Of what you wanted to say.
“Not really.”
Your words seemed so small, so quiet.
It held a twinge of vulnerability.
Something so uncharacteristic of you.
It made his heart ache at what this must’ve all meant for you. What you must’ve been thinking.
Thinking it be best he change the conversation he goes to assure you that you didn't need to tell him, “Ok–”
“But for you I will," tone dripping with certainty, still a little raw.
But assured.
“Only if you’re sure,” he double checks, observing you for anything that would tell him you weren’t comfortable.
That you didn’t want to share this.
But all he saw was honesty in your eyes, the reassurance of your hand holding his, quelling his worries.
Lightening the tone, you joke with a small smile, “so long as you’re buying dinner.”
His eyes crease as a smile forms at your words, dipping down he presses a kiss upon your head.
Softly muttering, “Anything for you.”
An evening of heartwarming food.
Of comfort on a plate.
Led to you both slumped against your couch, bellies full from the dinner you had picked up.
The tv plays some show quietly in the background.
As you lean against Robby’s shoulder, legs tucked beneath you as his arm is wrapped around you.
His hands trace small patterns against your side, as you hum in content.
Eyes distant as you think over what to say.
You let the words fall from your lips.
“When I lived in Gotham, my path crossed with a lot of the vigilantes. It was just one of those things.”
You feel him shift just slightly, letting you talk.
“I was medically trained, and I thought they were doing good for the city. So I had helped them on occasion. A mentor of mine helped me. She often offered off the record medical treatment for them, so I helped her. A few bandages here and there, some stitches. Injuries varied from critical to minor. But I believed it was the least I could do.”
And while it wasn’t the complete truth, it was as close to it as you were willing to go for now.
And it wasn't a complete lie.
Dr Leslie Thompkins did play a big role in your path to medicine.
And you did aid her as you treated your family's wounds.
But that was only after you had already begun doing so.
She noticed when you’d ask specific questions, strangely too specific.
Eventually catching on to what you were doing.
She learnt of your brother's nightly activities and of your own habits.
She was a mentor to you, almost a mother.
It was difficult hiding anything from her.
“So you’ve helped Batman a few times?” he takes in your words, processing them slowly.
You nod, omitting the added details that you still continue to help at times, “and a few of his Robins and Batgirl before I moved to Metropolis."
“Where you met Superman?”
“And was subsequently dangled from a building,”
He looks at you in shock, worry pooling into his eyes.
While you reach up and cradle his face, with soothing swipes of your fingers along his cheek.
“It's a long story. I’m just glad I’m not afraid of heights”
“So did you ever patch up Superman?”
You shake your head, “it wasn’t really necessary. Unlike Batman, he’s not human”
“Right, so you lived there for a few years before moving to?”
“To Central City, I was offered a really great opportunity there and I had a few friends living there. So it was the right choice at the time. Metropolis was beginning to feel too close to home and it was time for a change” you explain, “it also no longer appealed to me to live in the same city as Luthor”
“Ahh, yes your arch enemy” he jokes, remembering the day he first met the man.
“Don't dignify him with such a prestigious title, he's more so an asshole I can't get rid of” you say horrified at the prospect of Luthor being your arch enemy.
He laughs gently at your outburst, watching as your face scrunches in disgust.
“So you moved to Central City and what? Was swept off your feet by the Flash,” his eyes now twinkle in amusement, the tone shifting to become more brighter, relaxed.
You lightly punch his arm, “I was not swept off my feet, what do you take me for, a damsel in distress?”
Grinning he laughs at your response, pulling you in closer to him, shaking his head, “damsel in distress? Never. I know better than to underestimate you”
“Damn right” you mumble into his chest, as his arms wrap around you firmly, a muffled, “I tripped him”
“You what?”
“I tripped the Flash, that’s how we met”
All those years ago, when Bruce was first introducing you to his new colleagues, his new friends.
The heroes of the world.
You hadn’t meant to trip him.
Just a stray foot that stuck out.
Your action, too quick for the man of speed himself.
As he tumbled to the floor.
You were both younger back then.
No creases by your eyes, no nightmares plaguing each night as you slept.
Not yet pulled under by the weight of the world.
He had always been funny, after falling he had remarked a small teasing quip, “already have me falling for you angel”
Safe to say your brother wasn’t happy with his team mate's attitude, which only seemed to make you laugh more.
That was how your dynamic began, making jokes and teasing comments with the goal to annoy Bruce.
It was funny, it was lighthearted.
It felt as normal as your life could be at the time.
“You tripped the Flash? How did you manage that, isn’t he faster than the speed of light?” Robby asks through stifled laughter.
“I still have no idea. All I know is that, that is how we became friends”
The laughter dies down, as the comfort remains.
He says with quiet words, almost unsure of if this was overstepping. “You said you moved here to get away from it all”
Humming in acknowledgment you look away from his gaze, head still tucked against his chest. “Yeah. I did”
“Why?”
It was just one word, one simple word, and yet it broke down your walls.
All because it was him.
You wanted to share your life with Michael.
You wanted him to be with you.
So badly.
That your heart ached at the prospect of not having him wrapped up within your arms.
To not have him within arms reach.
You wanted him to know you, every bit that there was to know.
But what terrified you more was what would happen if he knew the complete truth…
“There is a high when it comes to the superhero life, and I think I got pretty close to it, I became good friends with them, I grew to know them well. Very well. But with every high, there is always a low. Just like in the Pitt,” pausing for a moment to think of what to say next, with a sad far off look on your face, “But I think at some point the adrenaline wore off for me, I was getting tired of it all. Of the worry. Of the fear. Me leaving didn’t mean I cared any less. It just meant I was putting myself first for once,”
Without meaning to your eyes welled up, as tears begin to drip down your cheeks.
His fingers wipe away your tears as he rubs your back in comfort, curling into him.
You sniffle slightly, croaking out burying your face in his chest to hide, “I’m sorry. God. I’m a mess.”
“Hey, you don’t ever have to be sorry about this. I’m here for you. And I’m glad you put yourself first, if you didn’t, then I might not have ever met you”
Your tears start to slow, as your breathing steadies, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart.
“I remember when you first came into the ER to work, those first few months it was as though you lived for the people you cared for. Day in, day out. That was how you operated, and then over the years you let people in, you started to be more open”
Humming in acknowledgment of his observation, you allow him to continue.
“If you hadn’t put yourself first, we may not be in this position now. And this is something I wouldn’t ever want to give up”
“So I’m not a horribly terrible selfish person for leaving superheroes to bleed out just because I wanted a life outside of that?” you joked quietly.
He only looks at you with reverence. “I don’t think I’d ever call you horrible or selfish”
“But I am terrible?” you quip.
He rolls his eyes at your response.
Before you whisper quietly, “thank you”
“For what?”
“For being here with me.”
“It’ll take more than superheroes to scare me away from you. Even if it did feel like I was meeting one of your exes” his words dipped lower as his sentence drew on.
“Are you jealous?” you say in disbelief catching on to the edge in his tone.
“No,” he says firmly, defensively.
But you weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you or him of the fact.
A smile widens upon your face in glee, with an exaggerated, “sure.”
“I’m not”
“It’s ok if you are”
“But I’m not”
“Ok, I was just going to say that it’s a little sexy when you're jealous. But if you’re not–”
“Maybe” he admits tiredly with quiet defeat.
“I knew it!” you accuse.
“How could I not be! You had these three extremely fit superheroes at your fingertips. I heard Princess mentioning the fact that you definitely dated one of them” he defends as you laugh at his words.
“You won’t ever have to worry about that”
“And why’s that?”
“Because I’m right where I want to be, in your arms.” You kiss him sweetly, deepening it as you cup his cheeks.
His hands gripping your waist as he pulls you into him.
Pulling away just slightly for air, “you never did answer my question”
“And what question was that?”
“Did you date one of them?”
A grin sweeps across your face, teasing glint in your eye as you kiss his cheeks, “I will neither confirm nor deny that.”
He groans with frustration, only to smile as you continue to pepper kisses upon his face. “You are a menace.”
“Yeah but you love me,” the words just slip out.
You freeze just a little.
Afraid of what he might say.
You hadn’t uttered those words to each other yet.
Words of affection would roll off the tongue, but nothing as intimate or as deep as I love you.
Dancing around this phrase.
As though it were a ticking time bomb. Something that could make or break your relationship.
You felt like such a teenager feeling this way.
But your fears quell.
The insecurity in your mind dampens as he draws you in, lips pressed against yours.
Every ounce of affection pouring into it.
It makes your skin burn.
As you melt into his embrace.
Filled with longing, reassurance and love.
He mumbles against your lips, those three little words that undo you completely.
“I love you”
Spoken like a promise.
His words stitch itself to the confines of your heart.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say that sooner,” he adds.
Your pupils are blown wide, as your lips are plump from the kiss.
Pulled back just a little as your breaths mingle, his eyes hold your gaze.
Filled with care.
“I love you too, so much,” your words are breathless as you waste no time to pull him back for another kiss.
Maybe you might cut the Justice League some slack.
Who knows?
If it weren’t for them crashing the ER today, you might not have told Michael just how much you loved him.
He might not have had the courage to confess to you how deeply he felt.
Little by little he broke down those walls you had built around your heart.
Chipping away at it each day.
With every passing glance, with gentle touches that made your spine tingle and with each kiss that made your heart swell from the soft press of his lips.
You fell harder and harder for him.
And with every moment spent with you, Michael slowly could no longer envision a life without you.
With every early morning waking to tangled limbs, in comfort.
With your laughs that sounded like a melody to his ears.
And with each quiet evening as you allowed each other to let go of the weight of the world.
He was falling so deeply in love with you.
And it scared you both.
More than you let on.
But it was a fear you pushed through.
In this moment right here and now, it proved why it was worth it.
Why it was something you cherished.
Those worries of what might come, and what could happen melt away in this moment of happiness.
If only those worries would stay away for good.
If only the fear of revealing the entirety of you didn’t scare the fucking shit out of you.
Worried about losing one of the best things to happen to you.
The guilt of hiding things began to grow. Festering quietly in the depths of your mind.
But for now those worries hide in the shadows of your mind.
Tucked away.
As you relish in the arms of the one you love.
Your safe space and comfort.
You never once thought that moving to Pittsburgh would’ve led you here.
In the arms of your attending.
But you’re so grateful it did.
A pillar of support for one another.
Helping each other when things got too heavy.
You’re only sorry that it had taken you so long to let him in.
To let yourself have this little haven of happiness.
In amongst the chaos, the grief, the trauma, and the sadness of the Pitt. You had cultivated a safe space within each other’s arms.
You were there for each other through all the good and the bad.
His arms wrapped around you, the rise and fall of his chest, lulling you to sleep as your eyes drift close.
A smile upon your lips.
As yours dip slightly into a small almost imperceptible frown.
You just hoped that your baggage would be the thing to tip you over.
...
A glimpse into the future…Months after the Supers crashed the ER…
In the early hours of the morning, as you stir awake.
You reach out, swiping along the sheets to find your comfort only to find the space empty.
Eyes peering open you roll over and see Michael with coffees in hand, placing them on the side tables before slipping back into bed beside you.
Arms wrapping around you as you curl into his embrace.
"Morning" he whispers into the top of your head with a light kiss.
"How long have you been up?" your voice was slow and groggy.
"Not long, sorry if I woke you"
Shaking your head at his words.
You allow yourself to soak in a little more time in his arms.
Eyes resting as you listen to his heartbeat.
He chuckles over a fleeting thought, a memory of months ago.
“What?” you asked.
"Not to bring up rumours, but you should've heard some of the ones going around the ER a few months ago," he mulls over his thoughts.
"I take it that it was about me and the supers?"
"Mhm."
"I told you already, that I won't confirm or deny-"
"No, not about that," he shook his head.
"oh?"
"I overheard Donnie and Santos and they were convinced that you were a superhero once, suggesting that you're clearly strong, and friends with superheroes, so it had to be the case. Isn't that a crazy idea?"
"...."
You still, in his hold. Holding your breath.
After a few moments of silence, he feels your tense grasp.
Eyes furrowing in confusion as he looks down at you.
"Y/N?"
"Um. I might have been..." you meekly mutter.
"Might have been?"
"In my reckless years, in my youth...when I loved the feel of the wind in my hair-not that I don't love that now-"
"What might you have been?" he cuts you off, a little amused by your rant.
"I was once a vigilante" you confessed quietly.
He looks at you surprised before it grows into a steady laughter, his body shaking.
Your eyes flare in fake offence, "hey don't laugh! I'm bearing my soul here"
"You mean to tell me, that you were once a crime fighting hero?"
"Yes"
"Ok" he nods.
"Ok?" you ask incredulously.
"Ok."
"That's it? Just ok?"
"I'd like to think that you'll share it with me when you're ready. Just like all the other things you’ve told me already."
"Huh..." you were completely dumbfounded at his indifference.
"Besides you said you did it when you were younger, if we judged each other on who we were back then...well I wasn't perfect back then,"
You nod at his words, soaking it in.
"I only did it for a few years," you began to justify a little.
"It makes sense, I've seen the way you can take down a person and it is fair to say that you are impressive," he adds, "Jack thought you had a possible combat history, so it fits"
"Jack thought I was in the military?" your eyes widen, "How long has he thought that?"
"Pretty much since you started"
"I make a hell of a first impression, don't I?"
"Enough to make me fall for you"
"That was real smooth Robinavitch" you quip.
Before you let the tone somber a little, "Gotham was, is a difficult place to just standby. So I found a way to help"
"So you've always been a bleeding heart" he jokes, while his eyes are warm and attentive.
"Haha," you sarcastically laugh, "I stepped back from it when I started med. When I took my oath. That was when I decided to be part of a different kind of change"
"It's a little unbelievable, but admirable. And from what you've told me about Gotham it doesn't seem that far fetched. The city with ‘statistically more crazies’ than any other part of America”
"I'm sorry if this is all a bit much for you, I must seem like such a nutcase" your head slumps down, averting your gaze.
He props your chin up meeting your eyes, "hey, it's ok. I'm sure growing up in Gotham wasn't easy, so you did what you felt you had to do."
"Thank you for being so understanding,"
"I should be the one thanking you, for once in my life there is a balance to it. And it comes in the shape of an ex-crime fighting Gothamite" he presses a sweet kiss to your cheek.
"...So if you fought crime in Gotham, does that mean you helped Batman?"
"I was known as Domino," you reply.
Shaking your head from the memory, the memory of the tactile suit.
The feel of the mask upon your face.
A shadow of the night.
Fleeting and swift.
The heavy breaths as you'd leap across the buildings, flying through the air.
Pushing your body to the limits.
"But that was a lifetime ago"
….
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed chapter 12, while I wanted to explore a little of The Pitt questioning her links to superheroes, I wanted to maintain that it was something Austen didn't want to talk about. Unless it was with Robby, as her walls break down a little more for him and an I Love You! which might warrant you sending Clark a gift basket...
I also wanted to add a little more of a future reveal - even if it won't happen for another few months. Let me know what you think or if you'd like to be tagged.
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More parts to come!... the next chapter is going to have a few more bats and birds in it as you go for a home visit... (will you survive the drama of telling your family of this new development? and will Robby be able to stop moping while you're gone?) 👀
Read Chap.13: A Day Without You Feels Like Forever
Read the mini chap.12.5: The Daily Scoop from Supes
Exploring how Superman, Clark, let loose about your relationship to the Justice League
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This was not how today was supposed to go. You were meant to be going to dinner with Robby and Jason...Instead you're being careened into the ER (and not because you were working) Will the pressure just be too much for you?
WARNINGS: Medical jargon (most likely inaccuracies with treatment and advice, but I tried to be as accurate as I could), angst, injuries, trauma, strong language, pretty much what you would expect from a medical drama and the batfam.
Word Count: ~3.8k
“Jaybird stay with me”
Was it your fault this was happening now?
You had wanted today to go so smoothly.
How could it have gone so terribly wrong?
So far off the rails that you could no longer see the track you were on.
Heart beating against your ears. Pounding. Deafening. The heavy breaths that leave you as your lips quiver.
Hair sticking to your brow. Sweat dripping down your face.
You were having such a nice day.
It had started so smoothly.
Jason had come to see you. For a long overdue visit.
You had been pestering him for a while and had finally settled on a date. A time for him to meet Michael properly.
It only felt right.
He had heard so much about your nephew.
And Jason had heard just as much about your boyfriend.
So you had found the time for them to meet.
Well only after you’d spend some time with Jay, making sure he wouldn’t give Michael a tough time.
After the preview Dick had given you from one of their recent chats. It left you feeling like it was necessary.
You had spent the day, much like you used to when he was younger.
With dry wit and literary jokes.
People watching behind books, as you chuckled and commented to each other, making up stories about the people around you.
So when did your day go all wrong?
When was the moment that decided your day should be shaken in such a way?
A perfect day.
That was meant to end with you, Robby and Jason enjoying a heartfelt meal. Cosy and warm.
Didn’t you deserve just that bit of happiness after all you’d been through?
So why the fuck were you here now?
Hands pressing rhythmically against his chest.
Endlessly. Relentlessly. Keeping him alive. Keeping his blood pumping to his brain.
Ignoring the crunch of your ribs. Of the ooze you felt slide down your front. Seeping into the fabric of your clothes.
You’re wheeled into the familiar space of the PTMC ER.
Your workplace.
The EMTs had tried to pull you away. Tried to wrench your arms from him on the way over as they had tried to pull you from your position.
You vaguely remember crying out that you were a doctor. That this was your job.
As both his aunt and as a medical professional.
As soon as his heart had stopped, you didn’t leave his side. Your body simply couldn’t.
You were not going to give up.
You were not going to fail this time.
You were determined not to fail.
Bandages wrapped around him to slow the flow of blood that flowed from him.
You had been through worse.
You had seen worse.
And yet you had never felt so terrified then you did in that moment now.
Muttering incoherently to yourself. Words trying to coax him from his state on the brink of death.
Breaths running ragged.
"Please not now, not fucking today of all the fucking days...I am not going to let you die this fucking way. I will not let that fucking happen. Jaybird. You gotta work with me here. You gotta pull through. You're a stubborn and strong kid, you can do this for me. Just this one thing is all I ask. Just don't die..."
You are brought back to the moment Bruce had carried him into the cave.
So still.
So lifeless.
So soulless.
The spark in his eyes, gone in an instant.
A blood mangled mess of the boy you had cared for.
And now here he is again.
Just within your grasp.
As you clutched at every effort to save him.
Ignoring your own pain.
Only once you were brought into the ER. Were you finally pulled down from your spot.
Whitaker taking over your position. As they prepare for defibrillation.
The words they call out, flow in and out of your ear. As you stand in a fugue state. On the edge of his bed.
Not wanting–No.
Not able to leave him.
Your eyes trained on Jason’s still form…
His image melding between his figure now, and the young boy he once died as.
“Austen?!” Santos yelled to you in shock.
“Hey, Austen! Are you ok?! Woah. What the hell happened to you?” Langdon had called to you, coming up beside you. While the others worked to stabilise your nephew.
Whose heart rate had picked up again. The rhythmic beeps provide you with hope.
But it doesn’t quell the fear that grips you.
The clicking of fingers appears before your eyes.
“Hey, hey. Look at me, Austen. Austen? Stay with us now”
Santos grips your shoulder, trying to turn you towards her.
But your feet stay rooted.
Eyes stuck on your nephew.
Simply muttering, “likely broken arm, tibia, internal injuries, broken ribs,” broken ribs from the CPR you had performed, “concussion possibly, maybe internal bleeding…”you listed on the injuries that Jason had likely sustained.
It was all you could do.
“Robby! We need you!” Langdon calls out, eyes flicking between you and the man he’s treating, causing Robby to careen into the trauma room.
Eyes widening in shock at the sight of you.
He hoped he was wrong.
He hoped that what he saw wasn’t real.
He hoped that the blood that clung to your clothes wasn't yours.
But your dazed state, your lack of response as your eyes didn’t leave the man on the bed.
The man he recognised as your nephew, despite the state he was in.
Despite the blood that caked his figure.
He could tell by the way you looked at the boy.
That this was definitely the nephew you were so excited for Robby to meet.
The very one you had mentioned just last night. With a gentle smile as you reminded him that he was visiting.
That he’d be having dinner with you both this evening. But instead you were both here in the ER in desperate need of care.
He had a feeling you were just as injured.
Coming up to you quickly, ushering Langdon and Santos away as he took their place.
Gently grasping you by the elbows, to pull you away from the bed as the others work upon your nephew.
“I can’t leave him” you whispered, voice cracking as tears well in your eyes.
As your throat feels scratchy, hand clasping to the edge of the bed.
All sense leaving your body.
“Y/N, I need you to come with me” he pleads with you softly.
Louder you state, head shaking, “I won’t leave him”
“I need to take a look at you, love,” he asks once again, as worry seeps into his voice.
Taking in your form. Trying to assess the extent of your injuries.
The large gash on your side, the dripping of blood from your leg. The shallowness of your breaths as he’s sure you’ve got damaged ribs.
And who knows what else.
He just wanted to help. To know how to help you.
So that he wouldn’t lose you.
“Y/N you need to be looked at, you’re hurt. Your nephew is in good hands, Jason is in good hands, you know this. Now let us look after you,” he tries once again to pull you away, only to have you push his hands away roughly.
Shaking your head rapidly.
As you begin to hyperventilate. “No, no, no. I can’t leave him. He needs me. I can–”
Your eyes flicker, your vision blurs.
The beeping fades in and out.
The thumping of blood pounds within your ears.
The fluorescent lighting above you is blinding. Squinting your eyes in pain.
You push him away from you.
“I can’t do this right now” you clutch at your head.
Whether it was the mental pain or the physical you couldn’t be sure what brought you down.
Swaying slightly, you fall as Robby catches you. “Hey, woah.”
Your fists weaken as you try to fight against his hold.
Hitting against his chest, trying to push away from him. Shoulders shaking as tears cascade down your face.
Your breathing comes in spurts, short bursts as you try to inhale and exhale. Only to feel like you were coming up empty.
In this state he was much sturdier than you.
Stronger.
He becomes your crutch, as Santos comes up on your other side, they pull you into the other trauma room.
Placing you on the bed.
Your fading state allows them to begin treatment upon you.
Moving quickly, as Mohan takes Robby’s place while you flinch away from him.
Retracting from his touch. In a way you had never done before.
Despite the fog in your brain.
All you knew was that you couldn’t handle him at this moment.
You didn’t want him to see you like this.
To see you so broken.
Robby stands at the edge, unable to leave you and yet unwanted by you.
His eyes stay firmly stuck on you.
You’d never been so fierce in rejecting his touch.
He had never seen you so, so afraid before.
He calls out instructions as he watches his colleagues, your friends work around you to save both you and your nephews life.
To stabilise your injuries.
Since you had first joined the Pitt those few years ago.
You had become an integral part of the ER.
Everyone quickly grew to love and care for you.
As you had cared for them.
So now in this moment where you were wavering.
Where you were at your lowest they had ever seen.
All they wanted to do was make sure that you were ok.
That you would be ok.
Robby had almost forgotten that his shift was meant to end.
Until he feels Abbot place a hand on his shoulder pulling him from his thoughts. Having witnessed the earlier exchange, “Come on brother, you can’t do anything to help her here. You go help her nephew, I’ll take over here. She’s in good hands, she’ll pull through”
Eyes furrowing, “I can’t leave her”
Shaking his head, “You’re not. You’re just helping her in a different way”
And swiftly Abbot joins the team as they move around you.
You don’t squirm or squeal in pain the way most other patients would considering the injuries you had sustained.
Instead your mind is preoccupied with the fear you feel towards Jason’s injuries.
“Hey sister, we’re going to make sure you’re ok. And your kiddo next door is going to be ok too, Robby’s there making sure of it” Abbot consoles, while monitoring your condition.
The shallowness of your breath is a cause for concern.
They come to the conclusion of a collapsed lung, inhibited by your injured ribs. Moving quickly they prepare for a chest tube.
You reach out a hand as you clasp Abbot’s with a slight squeeze.
Mohan comments, “you did a good job with your nephew, he should make it”
You had no choice but to relent your care to their hands.
The adrenaline begins to wear off as you let your body relax into the bed.
You were helpless once again.
Robby moves to help Jason, to ensure that he was ok. That he was stable.
It was the only thing he could do for you now.
When there was a call into the ER that there were two MVCs 5 minutes out.
He did not expect for a single moment. For a single second.
That it would be you and your nephew entering through those doors.
He was meant to be finishing an hour ago, he was meant to have been meeting you both for dinner.
This wasn’t how tonight was meant to go.
“Robby, hey,” Dana calls to him, waving him over. He leaves the trauma room with a slight reluctance.
Feet feeling as heavy as lead as they carry him towards the central hub where Dana stands.
Reaching a hand out to him, clasping his hand softly. “You should knock off, everyone will be here to make sure they’re ok. You should just be here as her partner. Not her doctor”
He shakes his head. Scratching the back of his neck. Trying to choke back the tears in his eyes.
“I don’t know if I can”
“But you should,” she insists, before asking, “Do you know of any of her family we should call? It might be helpful to have the support,” she probes.
He lets out a ragged breath. His silence was answer enough.
Lena comes up beside Dana as she adds, “That’s ok. We’ll call Austen’s emergency contact, let them know what’s happened”
Dana nods, “I believe she had another number listed besides Robby’s”
She looks back to Robby, “take a breather, have some water. Austen is stable, her nephew is stable. She’s not going anywhere”
“She pushed me away…” he says with a small break in his voice.
Quiet, meant for Dana’s ears only.
She looks at him sadly, “fear makes people do crazy things.”
Placing a hand on his shoulder in encouragement before pushing him away.
He shakes his head.
“I’ll stay by them. I can’t think about leaving them.”
“Ok. We’ll tell you if we need you” Dana accepts.
Leaving Robby to head back to the trauma rooms. The vision of you and Jason both ok.
The injuries you had sustained had looked far worse than they were.
Or at the very least, you and Jason were much stronger than the pain you were dealt.
Dana and Lena go through your emergency contact, coming across the name Alfred (paternal figure).
It had rung out for barely more than 2 rings before the refined, smoothened voice of an elder gentleman greets Dana.
“Good evening, this is Alfred speaking. How may I assist you?”
Blinking, slightly surprised by his formality, Dana speaks, “Hi, this is Dana from the Emergency Department of the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Centre.”
She could hear him clear his throat, concern laced his following question, “is this regarding Dr Y/N Austen?”
“Yes,” she confirms before continuing, “she and her nephew, Jason, have been involved in accident, they’re currently stable being treated here–”
“Thank you so much for informing me. I will pass this onto the rest of the family, some of us should be there as soon as possible”
“Of course,” nodding she takes in his words.
Before hanging up he says with a thick layer of gratitude, “Thank you for taking good care of them”
“She’s part of the family here, we’ll always make sure she’s ok”
“Goodbye madam,”
“Bye” and the phone call ends.
Leaving her to wonder just a little more about you.
Robby doesn’t notice how many hours have passed. You both had since been moved into your own room.
Central 8 and 7.
Close enough for all of them to keep an eye on you. But private enough that you could rest.
You had strongly insisted on being placed into the room beside Jason.
And you hadn’t looked at Robby once.
As he slips into your room, some water in hand that he places on the table beside you.
He reaches a hand to place it upon yours.
But you move it, clutching it to yourself tightly.
It was only a matter of time before your world would crash down around you.
Knowing how considerate Dana was, you were sure that she had called Alfred.
And knowing Alfred.
He had surely told your family.
Your brother.
Bruce.
They were bound to come in soon. Shocking the ER. Your colleagues. The people you called your friends, practically your family.
They were all about to learn that you were a liar.
You couldn’t think like that right now. You were not a liar. You were still you.
Just not the ‘you’, Gotham had once portrayed you as…
But perhaps that detail wouldn’t matter.
Perhaps your lie was too big to shove under a rug.
And you hated yourself for that.
“I can’t do this right now,” voice strained, holding back the tears that wanted to overwhelm you.
All you wanted was to break down in his arms.
And yet somewhere between your brain and your heart, a battle was lost.
As your brain won out. Stifling the needs of your heart.
The part of you that wants nothing more than to be held and consoled by Michael…
But your brain overwhelms you with the doubts and fears that had festered over the months, the very fears that made you want to keep him at arms length.
An act of self-preservation.
However fucking stupid that might be. It seemed like the only logical option right now in your mess of a mind.
He looks at you stunned. He knew you were hurting. He knew that.
But it didn’t make your words sting any less.
“Y/N–love,” he called.
You shake your head despite the pain, despite the fatigue in your bones.
“Don’t move too much–” he tries to instruct.
Raising your arms putting space between you and him.
“Robby…Michael. I can’t do this right now. You can’t be with me right now! You don’t want to be with me now. I just– I just. Can’t.” The hoarseness of your throat coats your words with a roughness.
Landing heavy within Robby’s heart.
“Don’t ask me to leave you-Don't shut me out–” he pleads, eyes furrowing as he looks at you.
Feeling so helpless right now.
Body quaking, from fear, from the anxiety that creeps into you, you quietly beg, “you have to go.”
He stands still, not moving from his place before you. About to reach for you once more.
“I’m not leaving you, we are in this together” He says assuredly.
Shaking his head from your words in disbelief. “Don’t ask me to leave you. I can’t”
“You just. Just can’t be–I can’t have you here right now. I want you to leave. Go,” you call out once more, mind racing.
The falter in your voice betrays you. Just a sliver of hope for him that you might relent.
And yet you don’t waver any further on your choice.
Maybe if you broke away first. The rejection would hurt you less…
If you took away the option for him to pull away from you, you might just save yourself from the heartbreak.
Even if it meant saying goodbye to the best person that ever came into your life….
“Robby, Austen, is everything ok in here?” Abbot enters the room.
He finds you quaking as you muffle your cries into your hand, finding Robby with a painstricken face.
He intercepts between you both.
Your breathing begins to run ragged, as Abbot checks you over.
“Hey, hey. Let’s just take a moment to calm down. A lot of emotions are running high right now–”
You interrupt him, turning away from Robby.
“Can you take him out for me? Please” concealing the cry trying to escape you.
Abbot looks at you trying to get you to meet his eyes, softly saying, “Austen, Y/N, you don’t mean that”
“I really, really do” you plead once more, fighting to suppress the tears that well in your eyes.
Looking to the blank wall beside you. Knowing that if you look at Michael any longer you might’ve broken.
Might’ve broken apart in his arms.
Abbot sighs heavily, looking at Robby, “come on brother.”
You were still recovering, the last thing they needed to do was instigate a fight.
“But–” at his words to try to plead once again, Abbot shakes his head at Robby, stopping him short.
Reluctantly Robby lets Abbot guide him to leave.
Unable to fight back. Even if the voice inside his head screams at him to stay with you. To hold your hand and tell you everything was ok.
That all he wanted to do was to hold you close and never let you go.
That he loved you.
Why wouldn’t you let him love you in this moment now?
He couldn’t fathom your rejection.
It made no sense to him.
Abbot guided him to the breakroom, where many of your colleagues had chosen to stay.
Despite it being hours after their shift, the night shift having since taken over, they wanted to be there for you.
And for Robby.
For as long as he would let them.
Santos had stayed firmly in her seat, eyes trained to gaze out of the small window towards your room, as Whitaker sat drinking some coffee. Javadi paced the room. While Mohan leaned against the wall.
It didn’t feel right to leave you.
You were always stuck by them. With comforting words during their toughest days. With guiding hands as you helped them become better doctors.
They had no reason to leave.
Nor did they want to.
McKay, Langdon and King all had to reluctantly leave. Asking for updates on your care.
All they could do was wait it out.
You hadn’t wanted to see any of them.
Only responding to the nurses who came to check in on you, but all you asked them for was information about Jason’s condition.
As if you weren’t also in pain.
They didn’t recognise the person you had become.
How you had retreated into yourself.
Pushing them out of your orbit.
Unaware of the fears that had run rampant in your mind, clawing its way inside out. Wracking you with guilt, the same feelings from years ago bubbling to the surface.
That helplessness you had once felt suffocated by, now coming back to bite you once again.
You didn’t want anyone to see you like that.
You didn’t want your colleagues, your friends.
Your love. Michael.
To see you in this state of turmoil.
They didn’t deserve to take on the brunt of your pain.
You had convinced yourself that they wouldn’t want to be there for you.
Making the decision for them before they could even decide for themselves.
You had sealed yourself away from them.
Staring blankly into the ceiling, left to your own thoughts.
And then.
The faintest of sounds.
Familiar, homely, you hear it reverberate through the crack in the door.
“We’re here to see Y/N Austen” it was low, smooth.
The sort of voice he often used when surrounded by paparazzi. By people who didn’t know the real him.
What tipped it off was the tinge of concern that laced his words.
Your eyes widen just a fraction as you catch a glimpse of him through your window.
Peeking just above the frosted glass.
Thin lines of grey catch the light showing his age. the ruffle of his hair slightly messy as though he had spent ages raking his fingers through its strands with worry.
The bags he often concealed now weighed heavy beneath his eyes. The frown set upon his face with worry.
So unlike his usual public persona.
There he stood. Amidst the chaos of the ER.
Your brother…
Bruce Wayne.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed chapter 20, this was a rough one, not going to lie. (It pained me to write it but I just had to) Things were going just a bit too smoothly. *Thankfully Austen and Jason are much stronger than most, so a car crash is something they can walk away from. But AHH! trouble in paradise for her and Robby. And why the hell is Bruce Wayne in The Pitt asking for you? is the question on everyone's mind. (I promise one day I'll write a chap where Jason is going through something less angsty and more fluffy but for now he's in pain and that is tearing up Austen from the inside out!) Let me know what you think or if you'd like to be tagged.
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The next chapter is going to explore as your lives finally collide. As harshly and shockingly as the car that collided with you and Jason (...whether you wanted it to or not. Everyone in the ER now knows who you are. Who you had concealed) 👀
Read, Chap. 21: This Day Was Bound to Happen
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Enough is enough!
Your family has decided it's high time you both kiss and make up. While you get a reality check with a comforting side of encouragement...your family plan to get you back together.
Which may or may not involve dragging Robby to your room, (with Abbot's approval of course)
WARNINGS: Medical jargon (most likely inaccuracies with treatment and advice, but I tried to be as accurate as I could), tinsy bit of angst, trauma, strong language, pretty much what you would expect from a medical drama and the batfam.
Word Count: ~5.3k
Sighing as you slump further into your pillows.
You had stacked up at least 3 by now and still there felt as though there was no support.
Shifting uncomfortably.
You knew that the discomfort was from more than just the lack of supportive pillows, or the overwashed sheets, or the IV linked to your arm.
It was all because you decided you needed to talk.
….Well Bruce decided you needed to talk.
Having ushered out most of your nieces and nephews.
Claiming that they should go eat something proper. To go stretch their legs, get some fresh air.
But really, the real reason why Bruce had prompted them to leave.
Was because he knew it was time to talk.
That you needed to talk.
To let out all the thoughts that had swirled within you. All those feelings you were bottling up within yourself.
Festering.
Making a monster out of your doubts. To the point you couldn’t recognise the original issue.
He had seen the storm behind your eyes.
How the noise in your mind had become too loud, as the doubts and fears creeping into the forefront of your mind.
You felt as though all those fears were about to be brought to light…as Bruce’s eyes met yours.
Dejected as you look to the ceiling, feeling the soft hold of Babs’ hand as she grabs a hold of yours.
“Is everything ok?” Bruce asked, standing at the foot of your bed. Brow quirked.
“Besides being in a car accident, that may or may not have been planned” you quipped, despite knowing that wasn’t what he meant.
Standing beside Bruce, Dick tilts his head with a small sigh, “you know that’s not what we mean,” eyes downturned as he watched you with a softness.
Twisting your mouth into a frown, “Maybe you were right Bruce…Maybe my relationship wasn’t real just like all those other times before,” you said aloud.
Before any of them could interject, you added softly, as your voice quivered, “just this time he wasn’t the one who used me…I used him”
“Wha–” Dick goes to cut in, shaking his head at your words.
“No,” you stop him firmly, hands shaking as Babs’ fingers softly rub soothing circles into your hand, as you speak, “What if I was just using him to gain some sense of normal? A sense of comfort?” you questioned, mind racing.
“Whenever I was with him, I felt so safe, like I was home. What if I was just using him for that?”
Bruce frowns, saddened to see you agonise over this, “Then you didn’t use him. You love him”
“Master Wayne is quite correct Miss,” Alfred adds as he walks into the room, closing the door gently behind him.
Babs’ grabs your attention as she states. “Whenever you talked to me about Michael you would always light up, you clearly care for him deeply.”
Dick nodded eagerly at their words. “And when I visited you a few weeks ago with Cass, the way he looked at you was as if you were his entire world.” The hopeless romantic within him seeps into his words, “You even told us that he even learned how to sign because he knew Cass preferred it, people don’t just do that if they don’t care”
But his hopeless romanticism antics didn’t necessarily make his words untrue.
Biting your lip, as your brows furrow deeply.
A shuddered breath leaves you, as you feel yourself become choked up.
“There has never been an inkling of doubt within me that you two loved each other, you’ve come through so much, isn’t it time to let someone share your journey with you. Completely?” Alfred had probed.
His words were soft, but had an unwavering belief. He was placing a hard truth before you.
To let yourself be open to love, or to live feeling half complete…just had you done before moving to Pittsburgh.
Never quite fully settled. Never completely happy.
Your face curls up, trying to hold back the tears that well up within your eyes. “But what if–What if now he decides he doesn’t want that?”
Tucking your head into your hand you let out a sob, “I said such terrible things to him. I shoved him away, fuck, I practically told him it was over. I doubt he’d want me now, especially after all of that – especially after everything I said. And everything I am now….”
Babs’ arms slip to wrap around your back as you let the tears flow, another pair of arms slip alongside her, the strong sturdy hold of Dick as they both let you break down within their arms.
Soothing hushed words. Of sweet promises that everything would be ok. That you would be ok. That they would be there for you.
It made your mind wander back to that gloomy evening in the cold halls of the manor.
After Jason’s death, in a time where you should’ve been strong for them. They were instead your pillars of support.
And here they are now, doing the very same thing.
This was not fair to them. You needed to get your act together,
“He may just surprise you Miss,” Alfred stated, a certainty seeping into his tone. Founded from his talk with Michael just mere minutes ago.
That smile that had morphed onto his face from the sliver of hope Alfred had presented him.
The look of love for you was as plain as day on the man’s face at the very idea of you.
“Do you think so Alfie?” you asked through sniffles, eyes glancing to look up at him. At the man you had come to view as a father.
He smiles warmly, “I truly believe so, Miss”
Mouthing the words ‘thank you’ you let yourself relish in the comfort of your family’s arms for a few moments more.
While you weren’t sure where to go from here.
You knew where you would like it to lead.
What you hoped would come from this.
It was just a matter of how to get there.
You feel a headache creep up, as you shut your eyes, irritated by the light filtering in and the stale white light above.
This was going to be a long day…
….Robby felt like he was barely alive, just going through the motions.
Sure he was switched on, alert when needed. Distracting his mind from his own worries, to focus on the worries of others.
But in the small glimpses, in the small looks sent his way by his coworkers to the way Dana placed a sympathetic hand on his arm.
As the question slips from her mouth, “Are you doing alright?”
Or as Langdon offered, “if you ever want to talk, I’m here for you”
“You shouldn’t have to do this alone, we’re all here for you,” McKay had comforted.
Her eyes looked at him as though he were made of glass, as if she could see the very thoughts that tormented him.
It made him feel absolutely sick to his stomach.
Thoughts of all the things your friends and family, and even the words Jack and so many of the others had shared with him came creeping up when the ER was quiet.
Between the patient's cries of pain, of the thank yous, of the endless beeping of machines around him, of the rapid problem solving.
Trying so hard to drown out those thoughts. With the noise around him.
And yet those thoughts never failed to creep back in.
Jaw clenching at the thought. Mind trying to come up with ways to fix this. To move forward. Of ways to reach out to you.
Even with the faintest glimmers of hope.
Of encouragement he had been offered.
Something within him made him stay stagnant. Afraid of confirming his worst fears.
That this was the end for you both…
And that thought, that idea, scared him entirely.
It was a horrifying reality.
A nightmare he wanted to wake up from.
To simply wake up wrapped around you, the softness of your skin despite life’s heartaches displayed through the map of scars dotted along you.
To the slightly calloused hands as you trailed your hands along him. Intertwining with his own hand that enveloped yours.
He missed those lazy mornings where you had been afforded a rare day off together.
To the late nights laughing and smiling over comforting food. Smiling through the heaviness of the day.
To the quiet moments where words were not needed as you simply held each other…
He fucking missed you so much.
Today had felt so much longer than usual.
He wasn’t sure if that was because of the case with the young couple who was involved in a motorcycle accident or if it was because of the grieving man who had lost his wife to a heart complication.
Memento Mori…remember you must die…
Something about today had reminded him so much of the fleetingness of life.
How we were only offered so much time with the people we love. Before it would be over.
And the only thing he knew for certain.
The only thing that he knew he wanted for the rest of his life.
….was you.
The smile upon your face, the twinkle in your eyes, the sound of your laughter, to the whispered I love yous breathless after a kiss.
To the witty remarks you’d tease him with, to the cries in the night as you’d wake up seeking for his touch.
Hell he’d even take your rage over your indifference.
He wanted all of it.
The good, the bad and the ugly.
Though in his view you could never be anything but perfect to him.
He just wanted you.
Rolling his shoulders trying to relieve the tension that had built up. He rubs at his eyes, tiredness slipping into his bones.
His shift was finally over, hand offs were made. He was free to leave. To go home.
But home was you.
And he didn’t know when he’d be able to speak to you.
He didn’t know how?-
He turns as he feels a tap on his shoulder.
Recoiling just slightly from the touch, eyes finding the source of the disruption of his thoughts.
Tilting his head, a little surprised “Cass?”
She nods in confirmation, with a small wave, “hello”
Before he can even begin to register the people with her, they introduce themselves, as the blonde young woman moves Cass aside, coming into his frame of view.
Extending an excited hand out, she grins as he shakes it, “Hi, I’m Steph, it is so good to meet you finally. You have no idea honestly”
Robby simply furrows his brows slightly. He remembered you mentioning Steph before.
That she was a really close friend of the family. Practically family as far as you were concerned.
Nodding, still vaguely confused, “it’s nice to meet you too”
“Oh, and this is Duke. He is also just so happy to meet you too,” Steph continues, as Robby pulls his hand from her grasp.
Duke simply waves to the doctor, noticing Robby’s slight discomfort with touch, a sheepish smile upon his face, “hey”
Almost faintly nervous?
Robby nods in greeting. Though confusion crosses his face.
He wasn’t exactly sure why they were here?
“Anyways, let’s go,” Steph signals. With a snap of her fingers.
Duke and Cass link their arms with Robby’s on either side, as they begin to follow after Steph.
His eyes widen in surprise, “what?-” they lock onto Jack’s gaze from across the view who merely nods and shoots him a salute.
Though looking back at it now. He’s unsure if that was directed to him. Or Steph…
At the signal from Jack, Robby relents himself to their dragging, but that doesn’t make him any less confused.
Also partly because he could feel how strong they were. He felt there was very little chance he’d be able to slip away.
Duke mutters apologetically, “I’m so sorry about this”
“I’m not!” Steph calls from in front, as Cass nods in agreement.
“Where are we going?” Robby asked. Trying to understand what was happening.
Was this some weird hazing thing your family did?
Steph looked over her shoulder, with a slight sing-songy voice, “you’ll see” grin plastered across her face.
Cass simply patted his back, “It’s ok. Calm.”
And any worries he might’ve had about where they were taking him, had slipped away.
“It really is great to meet you finally. You might not know this but I was integral to hyping up your lady for your first date,” Steph bragged cheekily.
“What?” Robby questioned, unsure of what she meant.
It only felt like yesterday when you and he had first gone out properly.
That evening as you ducked out of the fancy restaurant in exchange for hot jam donuts in the park.
How you looked under the moonlight, so serene and absolutely beautiful.
Steph opens her mouth in shock, “Well, before your first date she had Babs, Dami and I on the phone with her as she fretted over what she’d wear and everything! You should’ve seen her, I’d never seen her lose her cool like that before. But she was smiling so widely”
“I remember you told me she was as giddy as a school girl, your words not mine” Duke added. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em?
She nods at his words, “that! Exactly”
Robby smiles at the idea. At the memory of you and him, so happy.
Before it morphs into a worried frown.
“Love” Cass stated.
Steph nods, “see even Cass knows that you’re in love with each other”
He nods at Cass, grateful for her encouragement.
And soon enough he is outside a door he recognised. But hadn’t dared to cross.
Steph slips into the room as she ushers everyone out.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Robby heard you faintly call.
“Oh nothing! Just a family meeting is all,” Steph vaguely responded.
He watched as your family filed out, and at the sight of him they visibly brightened.
Dick even shot him a thumbs up, and with a wink mouthed good luck.
And in a split second, Duke and Cass pushed him into the room, as they blocked the door while Steph waved with a cheery, “now work this out!”
He was left to stare at the door, seeing glimpses of your friends and family through the small window watching as Babs locks the door with a key…it seems they had even gotten the hospital staff involved with their plan.
He hears a small hitched breath come from behind him.
Turning slowly, he sees you sat up in your bed.
The colour in your face had since returned.
He remembered how ashen you had looked when you stood by Jason’s bedside. The blood that had once covered you. Now gone.
Dressed in just a bland hospital gown.
That he knew must’ve been irritating you.
But your eyes.
How he had missed seeing them.
Even now when all they seemed to do is look at him with a pained sadness.
“Michael, I’m so so–”
He twisted his face into a deep frown, lifting his hands up as he shook his head.
“No–just, just let me say this please,” he pleaded. The tightness in his chest grew.
You clasp your hands in your lap, mouth set firmly closed as you offer a small nod.
Robby lets out a deep breath.
“These last few days have been horrible” he begins to pace around the room just slightly, scratching the back of his neck as he thinks over what to say.
“I can honestly say it has been the worst I have ever felt”
“And I’m so–” you go to apologise.
But he shakes his hand again to stop you, “No. I’m not done”
You shut your mouth once more as your shoulders slump.
“Seeing you in so much pain. I never want to see that again,” he looked at you and all you saw was the swirling storm of emotions behind his eyes.
Those deep brown eyes that had never looked so hurt.
And you were the cause of it.
“And you never have–”
“I’m still not done,” he lets out a deep sigh.
“When I saw you come in. When I realised how hurt you were. How you could’ve almost died. It killed me.” He stated, as his eyes began to water feeling the slight burn and tingle form.
“But what was worse,” he choked out, “What was so undeniably worse…”
“Was not being allowed to be by your side. I wasn’t able to wipe the tears from your face, or hold your hand and tell you that everything was going to be ok, that it was going to be fine. That you were fine. I wasn’t able to hold you as you broke. I felt so helpless…” his voice cracked at the end.
He looks at you, as the tears fall from his eyes. A redness forming around them.
You lift a hand to your mouth to stifle the strangled cry wanting to escape you.
And then he says it.
Those words that broke your heart to bits.
“That to me, was pure torture” he clutched his hand to his chest. Trying to steady his rapidly beating heart.
The air grew stale.
Quiet, as all you could hear were the faint cries and stifled breaths that escaped you both.
Until he broke the silence.
“...I’ll leave if you want me to,” he says defeatedly, “but please don’t tell me to leave unless you truly mean it. Unless you really don’t love me or want me or whatever. Because damnit I fucking love you and I want to be with you for as long as we have” he declared boldly.
All the hurt, the frustration, the sadness, the devotion, the longing and the love all built up over the past week and spat out all at once.
It was messy, it was raw.
But it was undeniably real.
“Michael…” you mustered through the tears. “I love you too”
He goes to step towards you but this time you’re the one to stop him, just a few steps from you, just out of reach.
Letting out a shuddered breath as you try to calm yourself down. Hands wiping frantically trying to wipe away your tears and snotty nose.
“In that moment Michael…whe-when everything went haywire. When my old life crashed into here. All those things I had worked so hard to get away from….”
Not bearing to look at him any longer.
That look of understanding seeping into his eyes. Understanding that you believed you didn’t deserve, so you looked up at the ceiling.
Biting your lip.
“I realised I could never fully leave it, I can never be completely free from that life. And it made me think of this thing I had read once, but for some reason that’s all I could think about, how ‘people are portals. You have to be well aware of the worlds other people can you pull you into’ and I just got scared, scared that my world would be too much for you. That I would be too much of a mess for you…” you admitted sorrowfully.
“If anything I should be the one asking if you want to leave?”
In one swift moment, Michael is at your side, hands grasping at yours softly, bringing them down from your face.
Resting them beneath your jaw as his hands hold them.
Your head is moved to tilt towards his face, barely inches from yours.
A small smile upon his face. Even through the tears. Through the hurt. He still looks at you as though you were his everything.
Your heart begins to beat rapidly.
That warmth spreads throughout your body from his touch. Oh how you missed his touch.
How it was so soft and delicate, despite the worn out pads of his skin, the slight callouses formed from his hard work.
The small little cracks from being oversanitised daily.
You let out the faintest of sighs.
Melting within his hold.
Eyes fluttering.
As he looks at you so tenderly.
Whispering softly, “Amor fati…to love one’s fate”
That very phrase, the one you knew was etched upon his arm. The memory of tracing its faint lines. As he had done the same to yours.
He continues, “and I love my fate for bringing me to you”
His nose bumps with yours, hesitating just for a moment, looking to you for approval.
Waiting.
“Just let me spend the rest of my days with you,” he pleaded desperately.
With that final push you move forward and close the gap.
That great divide that had formed between you now clashed together.
As your lips melded against his, moving against each other, your hands slipped to curl around his head, fingers tangling themselves with his hair.
Bringing him closer to you as he hand cups your jaw as his other trails down to your back.
Those tears that once fell down your faces in sadness, in frustration.
Now spilled down your cheeks in pure joy and bliss.
The swipe of his tongue against your lips. The slight tang of saltiness from the cries.
Desperate and longing all poured into it.
And filled with so much love.
Love that you had not allowed yourselves to express for so long, until now.
Pulling away partly, still clinging to each other. Breathless.
He leans his forehead against yours. Eyes now so much brighter, that light returning back to them as he pleaded, “please don’t ever shut me out like that again”
“So long as you’re willing to put up with me and my family, I won’t” you smiled so widely. Teary eyed and so simply happy.
As you both laughed together slightly.
Those cries now bubbled out in laughter.
“I must look like such a mess right now”
He shakes his head, “You’ll only ever look beautiful to me”
Dropping your head to his shoulder, burying it to hide it from his view you grin, “you are such a sap, you know that?”
“Only for you I am”
Tilting your head gently to look back up at him.
“I’m so sorry for this week”
His arms wrap around you as he slips in to sit beside you. As you curl into his embrace.
Head tucked by his heart.
The steady rhythmic beat, reassuring. Grounding.
He loved you for you. Despite the messiness. Despite the chaos.
He wanted you by his side. Just as much as you wanted him by yours.
“You don’t have to be sorry about any of that,” he kissed your head softly. As you breathed in deeply, letting his scent envelope you whole.
The soft musky vanilla being a smell you craved.
“I’ll always be here for you no matter what” he promised.
“What did I ever do to deserve you?” you whispered softly, letting your eyes close in comfort.
He replied tenderly, “I ask myself that everyday” pressing a kiss upon the crown of your head…
A contented sigh escapes you both.
“I love you” you mumbled softly into his chest.
“I love you too,” he replied with just as much sweetness.
….
“Awww” the loud squeal of Steph rings out in the room. Joined by Dick’s own cry of joy.
Your family practically falls into the room.
As your nieces and nephews scramble to your bed, lingering slowly behind them was Alfred and Bruce, while he supported Jason who limped into the room.
“Ugh finally!” Steph looks back to the others, “I knew this plan would work”
“No one said it wouldn’t Steph” Tim wittily responded.
She rolls her eyes at his words.
Babs comes up to you both with a smile, eyes full of warmth, “I’m happy you both worked it out.”
Laughing softly, “so you were all in on this”
You feel the rumble vibrate from Michael’s chest as he laughs alongside you, at the memory of what happened.
“You should’ve seen them downstairs, Cass, Duke and Steph pretty much ambushed me as I finished work and pulled me up here”
“Only because you clearly weren’t going to do it yourselves” Steph stated as though it were obvious while Cass agreed with a small humph.
“Besides, you should not be upset at Brown. If anything you should be speaking to your coworker Abbot, the militant one, he was the one that suggested we put you both in a room together” Damian revealed.
“Of course he was,” Michael sighed, though the smile on his face betrays any idea of annoyance.
“I suppose we’ll just have to thank him then,” you teased your family.
“Hey, woah. No. We deserve most of the credit. He may have suggested it but we were the ones that executed it” Steph claimed. Waving around gesturing to Duke, Cass and herself.
You nodded with a smile.
Before blinking in realisation, “Oh, Michael. I don’t think you’ve met everyone–”
“Don’t worry he has” Dick chimed in.
You tilt your head in confusion, before looking back up at Michael to confirm.
“He’s right, I’ve met them all by now”
“But when?”
“A lot of them decided they had the need to tell me how much you and I should be together” he stated shooting pointed looks to all those he referred to.
Groaning with a sigh, “They said that to you? I’m so sorry for them, I know they can be a bit much–” you began to explain.
Before he hushed you with a small peck and a grin.
“It was very sweet actually.”
“See, we’re not that much,” Dick stated with a raised brow.
Rolling your eyes at your words. “You say that now, but I remember when I had company over once you decided that that was the time to play acrobatics on the chandelier” you jabbed lightly.
As he exaggeratedly clutched his heart, “they clearly didn’t know what pure skill was”
“Anyone would’ve been freaked out to see a 12 year old swinging above them from crystal light fixtures” you replied.
As Dick scoffed at the notion.
“You picked a good one, Auntie Y/N” Tim cut in.
Softening at his words, you smiled, “thanks Timmy….don’t tell me you interrogated him too?”
Shaking his head as Michael laughed, “not exactly. He more so asked me a lot about which energy drinks were the best from the vending machines. And how much coffee the cafeteria would give before they might cut him off”
“Tim” you lightly scolded.
As he simply shrugs, “it was a valid question, besides I didn’t need to ask about anything else. I already knew what I wanted to find out about your boyfriend”
“We’ll talk about that habit later”
“Then you’ll need to have a lot of talks, especially with B”
Your eyes dart to Bruce’s, “not you too”
Bruce just shrugs, trying to be defiant against your gaze, “I don’t know what he’s saying”
“Sure” your words drawled out.
But then your eyes drift to Jason, whose arm was wrapped around Bruce’s shoulders in support.
Before he shuffles over to you.
As you pull just slightly away from Michael, letting his arm drift to wrap around your back, while you open an arm out to Jason.
“Hey, Jaybird” you smiled fondly, letting him sit beside you as you wrapped an arm around him. Letting him settle into your hold.
Tucking your head atop his.
“I’m glad you’re ok,” he mumbled to you. Letting himself be just a little soft for you in front of the family. Just as an exception.
“Same here” you replied.
You relish in this peaceful moment for just a few moments…
Before you pinch his side with a slight scold, “now don’t you ever do that again! I don’t need you pushing me out of the way of oncoming cars”
“Ow! Auntie!” he whined. Flinching back slightly.
“You are not supposed to get hurt on my behalf! It’s my job to protect you so don’t get it twisted.”
“I wouldn’t fight her on this one Jay, you know you won’t win,” Dick laughs.
As Jason merely mocks a laugh towards his brother.
Before looking back to you, “fine. Let’s just agree that I won’t push you out of the way of an oncoming car if you won’t do that same for me”
“Jay, that’s not how it works,” you laughed. As he smiled from the sound.
You roll your eyes, knowing you won’t get anywhere with this.
Unfortunately in your family it was a defining trait to be self-sacrificial.
“I’m just happy you’re ok” you muttered.
He nodded at your words appreciatively.
Looking back to Michael, who looked at you with such warmth.
It was ever a wonder why you would’ve tried to push him away. Why you had ever thought he wouldn’t love you, for you.
“It’s really nice to see you look so happy,” he whispered softly in your eye.
Grinning, “it’s because you’re here”
“They go without each other for a week and now they’re acting as if they hadn’t seen each other in years,” Steph joked.
As Cass signed, “It’s sweet. They’re just reminding each other they love each other”
Babs nods at the words, “Cass is right. Maybe we should let them have some time alone”
Bruce, Cass and Alfred nod, alongside Duke who agrees. As they begin to exit the room with Babs.
The others linger a few moments more. Not quite wanting to leave.
Until Bruce coughs loudly, pointing his head to the door.
“But father, I’d like to stay by Ammto’s side–”
“Damian” he sternly says, causing Damian to merely slump his shoulders.
Crossing his arms in defeat. As he looks back to you, “I will see you tomorrow at dawn, Ammto”
“I’ll see you then Dami” you smiled. He gives you just the smallest of smiles, before it reverts to a frown as he looks back to his father as he passes him through the door.
You let Jason slip from your hold as Dick pulls him up to support him. “Have a goodnight Auntie,” he claimed cheerily.
“Bye, you two! Have a nice night back together” Steph grinned cheekily, as she and Tim left.
And then finally Alfred stood by the door, with a proud look upon his face.
“Thank you Alfie” you called out.
He gives a small shake of his head, “no thanks necessary Miss.”
He begins to close the door, “may I just say, it is a pleasure to see you both back together”
And with that the door is closed, as you are both left alone.
The peace of the evening enveloping you whole.
You shuffle over, letting Michael slip down comfortably in the bed.
Lying next to each other, you turn to face him.
“Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider joining me and my family?” you teasingly ask.
As his eyes crinkle from his smile.
Letting out a small chuckle.
“Never”
You move forward to kiss him once more. Tender and soft.
Before trailing a few kisses along his cheek.
Noticing the sleepiness in his eyes, the exhaustion in his movements.
“We should get some sleep,” you whispered.
As he nods, stifling a yawn.
Letting you both curl into each other’s hold.
Eyes closed and settled into contented comfort you breathed out.
As you drifted off to sleep.
Feeling finally at peace.
For the first time this week.
You had both slept peacefully.
As no nightmares or worries plagued you.
Just the simple comfort of each other’s love to keep you calm.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed chapter 24, FINALLY they are back together (as everyone thought they should be) oof so glad they could have their tender soft moment together. (Especially as the family knocked some sense into her) - literally everyone working to push you back to each other. Let me know what you think or if you'd like to be tagged.
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The next chapter is going to explore them moving past this difficult time, you're able to leave the hospital now! (As we resume back to fluff and comfort! maybe also a little frustration taken out on the paps!..in the following chapters we'll explore Robby taking some time off with you. And when your bedrest is over, he's concerned it's too soon.) 👀
Read, Chap.25: Discharge Day
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