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Happy father’s day...have the bat dad and batling scowl except for one lol
Bonus: their mommy is proud lol
Day 1- Too young
AN: I decided to try out the 15 day OC challenge by @dc-comics-imagines! I will try to have a bio up for her soon, but I thought this could be a fun way to introduce her along with my main story that I’ll be starting to post soon^^
Prompt: Your OC is severely injured during a battle/car crash.
Word Count: 717
Warning: None that I can think of. It involves a car crash, but nothing really graphic is mentioned.
Canon: Yes!
@schninner-writes-some-stuff @maruthor @saramdeuli @kori-the-cutie
Compress. Compress. Compress. Breathe.
Compress. Compress. Compress. Breathe.
Nothing.
I’mma do it!” came the stubborn shout from the four year old. He smiled down at her and backed away, “If you insist.” The young girl nodded and grabbed her shoe laces, one in each hand. Resisting the urge to laugh, he watched her spin her hands around each other, effectively NOT tying the laces. After a couple of minutes passed, he knelt back down. “Do you need some help?” he offered. Solemnly, the child stuck out her bright pink shoed foot and with a pout answered, “Yes.”
Compress. Compress. Compress. Breathe.
He ignored everything else.
Compress. Compress. Compress. Breathe.
He ignored the insistent ache in his head that throbbed in time with his rampant heartbeat.
Check. Nothing.
Compress. Compress. Compress. Breathe.
He opened the cupboard with the intention of retrieving the popcorn bowl. What he found was the four year old Julia Wayne curled into a ball. The two stared at each other before the girl put a finger to her mouth, “Shhh! Hiding.” He nodded, “I see. Well do you mind handing the popcorn bowl to me, please?” She did as asked, and with a ‘thank you’, he gently closed the cupboard door. A few minutes later, a thirteen year old Dick Grayson came walking into the kitchen. “Have you seen Julie?” the boy asked as he walked around, looking under the chairs and around the island, “We’re playing hide ‘n seek.” The older man shook his head, “Afraid not.” “Dangit,” the teen muttered before grabbing a handful of popcorn and heading for another room. A small giggle sounded from the cupboard, and he couldn’t help but smile as he left the kitchen, popcorn bowl in hand.
Compress. Compress. Compress. Breathe.
He ignored the red stains on his hands and the blurred vision caused by unshed tears of desperation.
Compress. Compress. Compress. Breathe.
Check for pulse. Nothing.
“I wanna be a painter.” He turned from the bowl of chicken noodle soup to look at his youngest charge. Last week she wanted to be a ballerina. Two weeks before, a piano-er. “Pianist,” he had corrected. “I see. Well, that sounds like it could get messy,” he commented, looking at the blue, black, and pink colored toddler. She nodded as she finished her painting, wiping the red paint off of her hands and onto her shirt, “If-if I don’t get messy, then I can’t get clean. In. The bath.” “Yes. Of course.” He looked down at her painting: Two tall stick figures were painted in black. Next to them was another one, but with a blue body, blue arms, and black legs and head. A slightly shorter stick figure was all black except for it’s head which was red. And a much smaller figure-the only girl, he noticed seeing as this figure had a skirt on-had a sky blue body with the rest of her being black. “I’mma be the best painter,” she said happily, placing her latest work aside and grabbing a blank piece of paper. He turned back to the soup on the stove, making a second bowl. He heard a soft thump and quick little footsteps before feeling two tiny arms wrap around his middle from behind. The ‘I love you’ was muffled by his clothing where her face was pressed into his back, but he heard it loud and clear. “I love you too.”
He ignored the flashing lights.
Compress. Compress. Compress. Breathe.
“She’s too young”
He ignored the yells.
Compress. Compress. Compress. Breathe.
“She’s too young!”
He ignored the pulls on his shoulders.
Compress. Compress. Compress. Breathe.
“Oh, God, she’s too young!”
“Alfred!”
He kept his eyes on the too small body as he was pulled away. EMTs swarmed around the girl, quickly but efficiently working to stabilize her. He was turned to face none other than his employer and oldest charge: Bruce Wayne. “Alfred! Can you hear me?!” The younger man’s voice sounded tinny and the space around his face was being consumed by fuzzy blackness. Distantly, Alfred realized he was succumbing to his own blood loss as the adrenaline rush was wearing off. He barely registered hands lying him down and putting a mask over his mouth and nose before exhaustion consumed his entire being and the blackness engulfed his vision.
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AN: So, I’m stuck at home today because of a surprise allergy reaction. So, I thought I’d get some writing done! ^^
Word count: 552
Warnings: none
Cannon: Yes
@schninner-writes-some-stuff @maruthor @kori-the-cutie @speedypan
The smell of various mouthwatering foods filed the air in Wayne Manor: ham, chicken, greens, bread, and macaroni and cheese. A true Christmas feast being expertly prepared by one Alfred Pennyworth as his three charges relaxed in the living room with a game of chess.
Bruce smiled as Dick whined yet again, “It’s not fair that you’re helping her.” “Don’t get upset because you’re losing, Dick,” Bruce said with an amused tone from his seat beside young Julia. The sixteen year old quirked an eyebrow at the statement, “I’m only losing because you’re helping her” “Nuh-uh!” the four year old protested. Dick just rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but have to hold back his laughter at the completely insulted expression on her face. “Perhaps a cookie or two will help you come up with a few strategies, Master Dick,” Alfred offered as he entered the room carrying a tray with three glasses of milk and a plate of freshly made cookies. “Cookies!” Julia yelled excitedly. All three of them took a cookie, thanking the older gentleman before going back to their chess game.
A few minutes of chess and complaining later, Bruce looked up from the board and turned to look at Julia. Her breathing was heavy and strained, as if she had to force the air in and out of her lungs. “Julia?” The girl looked up at him with watery eyes; her breathing had now turned into full blown wheezing. Dick was up and running to the cave before Bruce could yell any commands. As fast as he could, he ran to the infirmary, jumping over the side of the stone stairs, and grabbed the emergency antihistamines. When he got back to the living room, Bruce had Julia laid out on the floor. Her eyes were wide with fear as her chest spasmed as it struggled to bring air into her body through the closed wind pipe. Bruce grabbed the shot from Dick and quickly injected the medicine into her arm. Some tense moments passed by before they heard the girl gasp, her air way opening up again. They both let out a breath of relief as she coughed and gasped.
Later, the four found themselves in the Batcave. A blood test was being run. Julia was on a cot asleep; her breathing was still labored, but the oxygen mask was helping provide her body with the oxygen it needed while the swelling in her throat slowly went down. “We should have run this test years ago,” Bruce said, staring at the computer screen. Dick knew Bruce was blaming himself, and normally, Dick would try to say some comforting words, but this time, he couldn’t help but agree, “Yeah” Dick leaned against the back of the computer chair. The computer beeped and displayed the results. “Yup,” Dick commented, “Cinnamon.” Alfred spoke up, “I’ll make sure to avoid use of it in the future, sir.” Bruce nodded, “We’ll have to teach her how to use an epipen in an emergency. I’ll give her another dose before we go out tonight. Alfred, keep an eye on her while we’re gone” “Of course sir.” After another quick shot and a change of clothes, Bruce and Dick were on their way, and Alfred settled in for a long night of diligent health surveillance
