All of the fairies in Cotâs village have told him that heâs a workaholic with no understanding of his own limits. He usually waves them off, too focused on his potion crafting to really care about what theyâre saying.
But when he falls inside your basket, heâs vividly aware of how stupid he is for ignoring his own limitations. He had flown too far to find some herbs and now heâs stuck in a humanâs basket. He really doesnât want to know what youâll do to him, but heâs too tired to fly away.
Maybe youâll put him in a jar. Or rip off his wings. Or feed him to your dog. Or something. Thousands and thousands of negative thoughts flood his head as he looks up at you, a mixture of wariness and exhaustion present on his face.
The last thing he expects is for you to push a few berries his way. The sweet, tantalizing scent of the berries makes Cotâs mouth water. His hunger wins over caution as he chows down on your gift. He doesnât think heâs ever tasted anything so delicious.Â
Once heâs done eating, Cot decides that youâre actually really, really nice. The smile on your face as you watch him eat makes his heart feel all fuzzy and warm. Your voice when you talk to him is really pretty, too.
After that, Cot begins to linger around you. At first, itâs purely to repay you! You were so nice to him, so of course he wants to pay that forward. He helps you take care of your garden and helps you clean your house, eager to please you.Â
As he continues to assist you in any way he can, Cot canât help but love spending time with you. Itâs fun, itâs easy, itâs just⊠nice to be with you. In fact, he spends most of his time with you, making himself comfy in the dollhouse you got for him. And when he has to go back to the Fae Realm, all he can think about is you as he goes about his tasks.
He doesnât really mind it, though. He likes thinking about you.
But then he has a thought. Maybe itâll be better if youâre with him, always. When he sees you hanging out with your friends on his visit to the human realm, this thought spirals out of control until it becomes something dark and possessive and all-consuming.
Yeah, it really will be better if you're always with him.
He begins to gift you enchanted tea leaves from the Fae Realm, determined to slowly transform you into someone whoâs more fae than human. Then, he gifts you a lovely necklace, enchanted with a piece of his magic â a piece of him.Â
You gratefully accept the necklace, unaware of the enchantment on it â an enchantment to ensure that all your friends are too sick to ever spend time with you because heâs the only one youâll ever need.
And as Cot sets his plan, youâll be none the wiser. After all, why would you ever suspect your cute, tiny fairy friend? Heâs just so adorable and harmless, you know?
Finally getting a tiny bit of Bruce's monologue!! And uh oh, looks like you've gotta clock in!
As the car began to move, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of panic. The tension in the air was palpable, and you could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on you. You tried your best to focus on anything but the Waynes, your mind desperately attempting to process what just happened in the parking lot. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past. It was then that Damian decided to break the awkward silence.
âFather, what is the meaning of bringing her along with us?â Damian spoke curtly, disdain marring his voice when mentioning you.
As much as you disliked him as well, he had a point. Why the hell are you sitting here with them?
Bruce glanced at Damian. Truth be told, he didn't quite know why. While you were his child, one out of the only two biological children he had, he had never really had the time or care to acknowledge you. You coming into his life abruptly disturbed everything, so he paid you no mind. Heâll admit, it wasn't fair of him to do so, but he had bigger things to worry about. He was tired, and a child that wasn't involved with his night business, who did not understand what his life of vigilantism took out of him, would never understand the sacrifices that he's had to make. It wasn't until seeing you on the football field, happy, talking to your friends and acting in a way he'd never seen you do, he'd begun to realize what he missed.Â
When did you get so tall? He could have sworn you were no taller than his waist. And when did you join the cheerleading team? And who was that girl throwing her arm around you? Who was that boy? Gods, just how much has he missed?Â
But he couldn't say all of that. So instead he just replied, âShe's a part of this family, Damian and she needed a ride back home.â
He could feel Cassandraâs knowing stare, she could read him better than anybody and she knew the inner turmoil brewing in his heart. That's coupled with Stephanieâs smirk and Dickâs predatory grin. Jason grunted in response, clearly not pleased with the arrangement. Lastly, he could see the disbelief on your face, as if you couldn't believe you'd even be considered part of this family. And heâs mostly to blame.Â
He internally sighed. He'd have to work on that. You were his daughter. His. It was his job to keep you safe and happy. It was his job to make sure you felt loved. And right now? He was no better than Jannet and Jack Drake leaving poor Tim to fend for himself. But that would all soon change, starting with himself and his children.
You on the other hand were still reeling from Bruceâs words. âFamilyâ? Is he fucking kidding or what?
Dick, always the one to break the tension with his charm, spoke up next. "Hey, (Y/n), when did you become a cheerleader? I didn't know you were into that sort of stuff." Dick said with that condescending tone.
Your eyes twitched. You did not like his tone.
âThat's none of your business Dick.â You shot back before you could even think.
Everyone looked your way. Whoops, that was your bad.Â
It was Jasons turn to get upset, âWatch your fucking mouth.â He growled, ever possessive over his older brother.
You immediately froze up, offering a quick and quiet apology before retreating into your own head. JasonâJason scared you more than any of the others. You knew about his pit rage, you knew about the bloody and beaten bodies he's left in the wake of his rage. You knew heâd never dream of hurting his family, the pit often aiding in his possessive tendencies over the rest of the bats butâ you weren't family. And you'd hate to be on the receiving end of Jasonâs wrath.
If anyone had continued talking to you, you wouldnât know. The sound around you was muffled like your head was filled with cotton and you could feel yourself shaking. You wanted out. Now. Thankfully, the rest of the ride was mostly quiet. Sure, everyone would occasionally turn their eyes towards you, making you shrink further in on yourself, but you were almost at the manor. The vehicle barely came to a stop before you were throwing yourself out the door and into the manor. You bid Alfred a quick âgoodbyeâ and âthank youâ before bolting up the stairs and into your room.Â
You locked the door, not that anyone would bother coming up to your room, but still it gave you security nonetheless. You stripped and hopped into the shower, the soreness in your body now making itself known. God it was gonna suck tomorrow. Why? Because it was Friday today, that meant tomorrow would be Saturday, and that meant that you'd have to go to work at the ass crack of dawn, 5 am. Plus, you didn't even have your bike, so youâd have to rely on Alfred to take you and bring you back. Great.
So with a heavy heart and heavy limbs, you tucked yourself into bed ready for the worst sleep of your life.Â
You wake up to the grating sound of your iphone alarm, as you groggily get up to brush your teeth, shower and get ready for the long day ahead. Making your way down for a cup of coffee, sleep still in your eyes, you fail to notice the looming figure of Tim Drake already sipping his own coffee. It was dark downstairs and you were still fighting off exhaustion from the day before, so who could blame you for not seeing the corner of the cabinet. Before you knew it, you were hunched over on the floor grabbing your pinkie toe in pain.Â
âFuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, that hurt! Holy shit, kill yourself, kill yourself! Who the fuck puts a cabinet there, oh my god.â You wailed in pain, cursing at the damn cabinet. Youâd blame it on delirium and exhaustion. Honestly, it was an expected crashout.
You laid pathetically on the floor for a couple of more seconds before you heard a monotone, disinterested voice make itself known.
âAre you done now?â Tim says from behind you.
You yelp in surprise, before clumsily scrambling up and turning around. And there he was, sitting at the counter, coffee in hand and an almost (dare you say) amused look on his face. You blanche. Shit, how long has he been sitting there? Oh god, please don't say heâs witnessed the entirety of your embarrassing crashout?Â
And as if reading your mind, he cryptically answers, âYes, I've been here this entire time.â All while sipping his coffee as his calculating eyes scarily bore into your figure.
You don't know what to say, embarrassed out of your mind, so you just apologize.Â
âRightâum, sorry about that. Iâm just tryna get some coffee. I'll be out your way.â You hastily say before turning, tail tucked back towards the coffee pot.Â
You could still feel the weight of Timâs stare on you but you're too tired and embarrassed to care. You pour yourself a big cup of straight up black coffee and proceed to chug it while walking towards the sink. After finishing it, you proceeded to gag for a few seconds, the bitter taste still permeating your mouth. God you hated the taste of black coffee, but youâd do whatever it takes to not fall asleep on the job. You discard your cup into the sink before you decide to find Alfred, it was 4:37 am and you needed to clock in by 5:00 am or else your ass was grass. You conveniently ignore Tim who has watched all of your misfortune happen this morning. He doesn't say anything when you leave the dining/kitchen area, just eerily watches.Â
God, he made you nervous.
Anyways, your quest to find Alfred was short lived as he seemingly appeared out of nowhere, Damian in tow (you could feel the scar on your face burning). Great, was everyone up at this ungodly hour or was it just them two? You avoided the heat of Damianâs glare as you relayed to Alfred your predicament, apologizing profusely since you did ask him last minute. He simply smiled at you, letting you know that âit is never a hindrance when you need something Master (Y/n).â You smiled back in relief, thanking him once more as Alfred got ready to drop you off.
But of course, Damian just had to break the silence.Â
âWhat could you possibly need to do at this hour? Alfred has better things to do other than encouraging your galavanting.â Damian spoke sharply.
You just sighed, âNot that it's any of your business, but I have work.âYou don't offer any more information as your hand unknowingly caresses the scarred tissue on your face.Â
Damianâs eyes draw to your face at the movement, seemingly fixated on the scar he left on you. He doesnât think much of it, but sometimes, something green and dangerous purrs inside of him. Yes, his mark. It was his mark on your face. As much as he hated you, you were his only other blood-sibling no matter how weak and useless you were. He had bested you, and usually would pay you no mind, you knew your place and would typically remain docile. But recently youâve been showing a new abrasive side, one he is not particularly fond of.
Heâd have to talk to father about it.
Silence permeates the air as he doesnt bother to dignify your disrespect with a response. Youâre saved when Alfred comes back with keys, both you and him rushing to whatever vehicle he's pulled out from the large, large selection of coveted cars Bruce owns. Looks like it's a BMW today. You practically throw yourself in, as Alfred speeds away to the cafe you work at. You arrive at work in record speed, bidding Alfred a âgoodbyeâ before rushing to throw your apron on and clock in.Â
Youâre greeted by the one other person working your shift, Matheo. Heâs a sweet boy, very soft-spoken and mostly sticks in the back near the kitchen to bake the pastries while you work the register. Of course he comes and helps with drink orders when it's particularly busy, heâs too kind to leave you to fend for yourself. Regardless, you have a pretty straight forward agreement, which is what spells your doom. It was a regular Saturday shift, with the pilate moms coming in, middle schoolers loitering, and the occasional customer with an attitude. Everything was fine and dandy till three familiar faces walk in.
You were ever the busy body, finishing one last drink before yelling out a quick âIâll help yâall shortly!â, to whoever just walked in. You quickly rush over to the register, not even bothering to look up from the register.
âSorry âbout the wait! Now what can I get you?â You said in your regular customer service voice.
âWell, well, well, turns out you were right Dami, she does work here.â A chillingly familiar voice jests.
You freeze, slowly looking up only to be met with Dick smiling at you. It was not a kind smile, no, there was something dangerous about it. Behind him, you could see the familiar figures of Cassandra and Damian. What the hell are they doing here? God, you should have never mentioned anything to Damian, now you had to deal with this.
âRâright, what can I get you?â You shakily say, putting back on your customer service persona.Â
Dickâs smile grows, his teeth now visible, almost as if he was baring his teeth. Danger. Something inside you screamed.
âIâll just have a vanilla cold brew, extra cold foam. Dami, Cass, what do you want?â Dick grinns.
âTch, I don't want anything from this place.â Damian says, uninterested.
âCass?â Dick asks, looking at her.
She comes up to the register, giving Dick a one-off-glance. Worryingly, her eyes seem to be fixated on you. She doesn't say anything for a few seconds, holding immensely uncomfortable eye contact with you before relaying her order.
âJust a caramel latte.â Cass says, still looking down at you.
You frantically fill in their orders on the register.
âWill that be all?â You ask. You hoped that was all, you didn't want them spending another minute talking to you.
Dick says a quick cheerful ânoâ before you ring them up and get started with the two drinks. It doesn't take too much time before youâre calling out their names to come get their drinks. You hope they leave right after. But of course, nothing goes according to your wishes as they grab their drinks and seat themselves at a table. Great.
The minutes after result in further disaster. After a couple of more customers, a lady comes up to you, face already molded into a scowl with a half empty drink in her hand. Oh great, a âkarenâ.
âHello maâam, how can I help you?â You kindly say.
âYou! I need a refund. Right. Now!â The lady booms, wagging her finger in your face.
âA refund, right, is there a reason youâre requesting a refund?âÂ
âA reason!? You made my drink wrong and I want my money back!â
âPlease correct me if i'm wrong, but I believe you ordered a double mocha cappuccino, correct?â You ask slowly.
âYes, that's what I ordered! Why are you asking me all these questions?!â
âSorry maâam, but that is the drink I gave you. Is there something specifically wrong with the drink?â
âThe drink that you gave me is wrong, you made it wrong! It doesn't taste anything like regular coffee!â
âOh, well sometimes different cafes use different recipes for the same drink, i think maybe that's whyââ
ââWell I don't care! I want a refund!â
You could feel eyes on you as the other patrons start to notice the commotion brewing.
âMaâam, i'm so sorry but i can't give you a refund, youâve already drank half the drink. If you would have let me know sooner, I could've remade it for you, butâI'm sorry maâam I can't give you that refund.â
âAre you serious! Why I never!? It's always bitches like you who try scamming people out of their money!â
âMa'am, I'm really sorry, it's the company policy. I just work hereââ You gently say, trying to calm her down.
ââGo to hell you bitch!â Is all you hear before youâre doused in the face with warm coffee.Â
You just stand there is shock, blinking through the coffee. There's no way that just happened. Theo, comes out having heard the commotion (albeit a little too late), only to be met with the sight of you covered in coffee.
âOh my gosh (Y/n)! I should have come sooner, are you okay?â
âPeachy.â You say, voice audibly watery and cracking.
âI'll take care of everything up here, you go take some time in the back. Clean up or honestly if you don't feel like it, just rest in the backââ
ââIt's okay Theo, IâI just need a couple of minutes. I'm fine.â
He gives you a quizzical stare.
âI'm fine. I promise.â You smile, although you could feel your eyes starting to water.Â
You hastily walk off to the break room and proceed to cry for a good 2 minutes before deciding to start cleaning yourself up. You do your best to get the coffee that's dried into hair out while wiping down your now sicky arms and face. Changing your apron gets rid of most of the mess, but your shirt underneath still has a couple of large patches of coffee. Sighing, you tidy yourself up as much as possible before heading back to the counter, Theo worriedly waiting for you. You just shoot him a thumbs up and let him know that itâs okay for him to retreat back to the kitchen; he lingers for a moment, hesitant to leave you alone, but drudges back regardless.
There are eyes on you. You look up perturbed, only to find Dick, Cass, and Damian still sitting at their table, sharp stares pinned on your figure. They saw all that happen, didn't they? You mentally cringed.Â
Checking your watch, you realize that there are still four more hours left on your shift. Great, that's greatâjust another four more hours, which is technically thirty minutes eight times, which is technically fifteen minutes sixteen timesâand youâve lost it. Jesus you were losing your mind, which was understandable (honestly you're surprised it hasn't happened sooner) during one of the worst shifts of your life.
Itâs fine. You got this. Just four more hours, and you can have your âMental Breakdown Part â Ąâąâ.
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Finally getting home from your patrol you sneak through the window of your bedroom and collapse onto your bed. After the call you decided that your patrol was done.
Frankly you're still coming to terms with the fact that Batman and his protogese are the same people who are essentially praying on your civilian self's downfall yet adoring your vigilante persona like it's the greatest thing in the world.
Though, now that you really think about it, it makes sense. Bruce Wayne is the richest man alive, he'd be able to afford to do this, they have the same amount of members as the heroes, same builds and heights, actually... Basically everything matches up.
Not to mention the fact that your senses goes off around both group members!
From outside your small room door you hear your parents arguing again - more like your mother yelling and your dad breaking things and stomping his foot. It was probably your dad's fault again. Don't get you wrong, you love your family! It's just that they're dysfunctional.
Your dad has a massive drinking problem that landed him working as a goon for Black Mask, he's struggled with his temper for years after he got hit a bit too hard in the head by Batman. Pair that with the fact that he's mute and he's a force to be reckoned with.
Your mom is always busy and rarely ever home, when she is she couldn't be bothered to interact with you unless you got into trouble. She grew up rich, often talking about how she went to the same school as Bruce Wayne and how she was a popular cheerleader before her life fell apart. She doesn't talk much on the topic but it's clear she holds distain for your father and, by extension, you.
You sigh to yourself, you need to shower. That means you need to get past them without them bringing you into it. Or you just don't shower for the night and have one tomorrow...
Your mom screams something out about not throwing knives and you decide to just shower tomorrow morning.
You change out of your costume and hide it safely under a loose floorboard, you change into your pajamas and get into bed. Today was a massive mental drain and physical drain.
...
You awake to a knock at the front door. Your parents usually ignore it and make you answer when someone knocks because "you're dispensable" as they say. Looking at the clock on the wall of the kitchen you see it's around 7am.
Groggily making your way to the door you look through the peep hole and see Tim standing awkwardly on the other side with a guy next to him, the guy next to him being so big and tall that you could only see a small part of his chest and arm.
You curse to yourself quietly, this is by far the worst luck you've ever had.
You open the door and look at the two. Now seeing the other guy the thing that stands out is a stripe of white hair on his head. Instantly you know it's Jason Todd.
You aren't an idiot. He's the only one in the family built like how he is - not including Bruce.
"What do you want?" You ask, annoyed. Tim chuckles weakly, as if nervous. "Wayne Enterprises wishes to give your mother her letter of departure." You blink once, then twice. "Huh? Letter of departure? The fuck does that mean?" You mutter, genuinely confused.
Jason scoffs, "it means your dear mother is losing her job, kid." He states uncaring of how blunt he's being. Tim elbows him and hisses something about being more considerate.
You don't listen, all noise becoming white noise. Why is she being fired? She works hard, she dedicates her time, she does her best! Is this because you have beef with Tim? That's not fair!
She's the only stable source of income, without that job you all would be living on the streets. You've heard AND seen so many horror stories about teens living on the streets, it's something you'd pray never happened to you. But now it's entirely probable.
So, in a moment of desperation you grip Tim by his shoulders "Please! You can't fire her! We'll end up homeless! She works all the time, she tries! My mother will improve if you ask, she needs this job. The whole family does!"
Tim seems shocked by this, his posture stiffening. Jason looks on guard, as if assessing whether he should step in, though he doesn't seem fond of the idea. You wouldn't doubt that he was made to accompany Tim as a body guard.
Tim opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. Clearly he wasn't expecting you to beg for your mother to keep her job.
"Uh... Look, I don't mean any harm by it, it's just that we need to make way for brighter minds..." He stumbles slightly over his words as if making the excuse up on the spot.
You won't back down however. "Tim, please, I desperately need you to realize this. I. Will. Die. On. The. Streets." Probably not true because of your mutation but the fear remains. "Please, I'll do anything for you to not do this! I already promised Bruce to stop talking bad about Aranea!" You please desperately.
Tim glances to Jason who quirks a brow and shrugs. The sound of movement from behind you makes your eyes widen and behind you you see your dad approaching, you were probably too loud.
He glares at you before yanking your hair so you move away from Tim and remove your clutches on him. You hiss in pain at the feeling but bow your head down.
Your dad eyes the two boys before looking to the paper in Tim's hands. He instantly knows what's going on and storms down the hallways of the complex to do who-knows what. That scares you. Your dad is unpredictable.
After some silence Tim speaks up. "Are you okay? Your dad pulled your hair pretty tightly..." You look down, ashamed. You couldn't even bother putting your walls up and defending your pride. Your life is basically falling apart at the seams.
"... I'll do anything for you to not fire my mother..." You mutter meekly, a far cry from how you usually act, something Tim notices immediately. He sighs to himself, he debates the odds. Maybe if he doesn't fire (Reader)'s mother then they can be even. The feud can end, it was pointless on your part to begin with for hating someone so sweet and kind, then hating him who defends the innocent.
"Fine. Your mother can stay, but, it may not be permanent. I suggest she find elsewhere in the mean time." Tim states before walking off. Jason takes a second to stare at your relived form, the slight smile of disbelief and look of relief in your eyes. He then leaves with Tim.
You close the door to the apartment and sink to the floor. That was terrifying. You'll have find a way of telling your mother the news before she goes into work in two hours.
You're officially having the day off from school and patrol today.
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