Back at the manor Bruce Wayne decided to invite his current girlfriend over for a date. Y/n and Damian were told to stay in their rooms as to not disturb the couple. But they knew it was because no one was supposed to know they existed. At least not yet. But as time went on they got bored. Apparently they both had the same idea when they met each other in the library. Y/n ignored every attempt he made at a conversation until the point where he just gave up and read his book silently on the couch. The tween girl climbed the ladder effortlessly and chose the book she was currently reading. Attempting to find out who their uninvited guest was back at the factory. Nothing seemed to turn up. The natural moonlight from the windows was an excellent light source.

As she turned the page Y/n heard something, the doors opened and Samantha and Bruce entered the dark room. The girl peered over the railing in silence viewing the two. She glanced down and saw Damian asleep.

I wonder how long it takes for him to wake up.

“A new hobby?” the woman in white asked. Bruce gestured to the ceramic model of Gotham City that erected in the middle of the room.

“An old one actually. The care and feeding of Gotham City.”

“Hm,” the blonde hummed. “That’s one of the things that drew us together, wasn’t it?” She began to circle the table, “The Waynes and the Vanavers have both spent generations trying to make this city great.”

“My father had a saying:,” Bruce started, “‘Tomorrow is one dream away.’ Sentimental words, I know but they stayed with me even after my parents were killed.” His date moved to him, her face fell at the mention of his childhood trauma. “Rather than focus on the demons, on the darkness, on all that’s wrong with Gotham, something I’ve been guilty of for too many years,” he wrapped an arm around her slim waist. “It’s time to focus on how exceptional this city is.” Then a blue hologram emerged from the model. It showed new tracks and taller buildings. It showed one of Gotham’s possible futures. “And how much better it can be, will be, tomorrow. But before we can build it, we have to dream it. And luckily I have the imagination and the capital to do both.”

Y/n rolled her eyes.

What is he doing? Giving a job presentation?

Samantha leaned to him, “And all they write about is the billionaire playboy.”

“Not to worry,” Bruce smirked. “He’s here too.” The couple began to kiss. Y/n silently groaned hoping nothing would happen further than a kiss. She didn’t want to witness anything else. To her rescue, the two were interrupted by Damian’s snoring.

He doesn’t snore.

The boy yawned and grunted as he stretched his arms over his raven haired head. He rubbed his eyes as the book fell into the couch. “Unh, I was reading. I must’ve fallen asleep. What’s - what’s going on?” He questioned. Y/n suppressed a laugh. His acting in this case wasn’t very good. She could tell he was awake for some time.

“Oh, and who might this be?” Samantha gestured to the boy. Bruce had a slight look of panic in his face.

“I’m Damian,” he introduced. “Bruce’s-”

“My ward. Well, he will be soon.”

The woman looked at her boyfriend. “That’s twice you’ve surprised me tonight.”

“Damian’s had a difficult life,” Damian’s father kneeled down to his height. “And I don’t want those vultures in the press corps descending on him just yet.”

Why do I feel compelled to take a picture soon?

Bruce explained how he has been keeping ‘his ward’ a secret and apologized to Samantha. He waved him off and crouched down slightly. Y/n could tell where this was going and zoomed in on her phone just in time to snap a few pictures of Samantha squeezing Damian’s face. He looked disgusted as he rubbed his cheeks. Y/n quickly sent them to Damian as a joke. His phone pinged just as Bruce’s date’s did. Damian checked his and grunted quietly. He wasn’t fond of the laughing emojis Y/n sent. Samantha cut their time short by announcing she had to leave for work. She gave Bruce a quick sloppy kiss. Damian rolled his eyes and looked at Y/n who was quietly laughing upstairs. Sam blew a kiss before she left.

“You were awake the whole time, weren't you?”

“Not the whole time,” Damian answered and confirmed Y/n’s suspicions.

“Well I was,” Y/n called from above. The father and son looked up only for her to jump off in front of them.

“She’s attractive. A hair pretentious,” Damian commented. “Definitely a little shallow, but-”

Y/n crossed her arms at him reviewing his father’s girlfriend.

“What are you reading?” Bruce stanched the book Damian was holding.

“I’ve been working my way through Dickens.” Damian noticed Bruce staring at him. Y/n moved and flopped on the couch. “What did I do wrong now?”

“Nothing. Fact is, I tore through Dickens when I was just about your age,” he handed the book back.

“I prefer Jane Austen but Dicken is a good read,” she mentioned.

“You two ever see the 1948 movie version directed by David Lean?” Bruce asked.

Damian looked at the hardcover of the novel. “Ra’s al Ghul wasn’t much of a movie buff.”

Bruce then went to call Alfred to get popcorn and get the home theatre ready for a movie night.

~~~

Y/n spit out the white minty foam from her mouth. It slowly moved down the sink towards the drain of her private bathroom. A small trail dribbled from her chin but was quickly removed with a towel. She gurgled water to make sure any remaining toothpaste was gone. She slid her tongue over her smooth clean teeth, liking the feeling. Before moving towards the other room she unscrewed the lid of the small orange tinted container near the faucet and followed the instructions, taking one pill before bed.

The h/c haired girl sat down on her lovely sheets and lifted her arms above her head. Quiet cracks could be heard from her back as Y/n settled down. A sigh of relief floated into the air as she closed her eyes. Unfortunately, the feeling was brief.

Damn you Damian.

Y/n opened her tired e/c eyes once more and moved towards the terrace. A chill went up her recovered spine as the wind brushed her face. She glanced over the wide yard and saw Damian, in uniform, slicing through the security. He had frozen the blue lasers and cut them with a batarang.

Y/n groaned and rolled her eyes. This was not uncommon for Damian. No matter how many times he was asked, the latest Robin kept sneaking out. Y/n shook her head as the now spiked wall electrified him with a jolt. Damian was left groaning on the grass while Bruce walked up to him. They were getting into an argument.

“Just one night,” Y/n spoke to herself. “I’d like a good night’s sleep,” she changed out of her night outfit and left her room.

~~~

Damian walked down the stairs of the Batcave. His father was wielding across the room and Y/n sat at the Batcomputer. The raven haired boy clenched his jaw and walked over to the girl. She had the Dollmaker case file open. Numerous pictures of the imprisoned children popped up along with the words “CASE CLOSED”. He looked at Y/n and noticed she didn’t look back. She must have still been upset. Ignoring him, she began looking into something else. It was the Green Arrow.

She’s still upset.

Damian turned to his father. “If that had been me dead in one of those cages, would you have killed him then?”

Bruce put down the blow torch and lifted the protective mask. “We have to be better than out baser instincts.”

Damian looked down, at Y/n, then back at Bruce, who was now in the Batsuit. “I’m sorry for sneaking out the other night.”

“And the night before that?” Y/n piped in still focused on the files in front of her.

Damian glanced back mildly annoyed, “You snuck out too. And no. We stopped the Dollmaker, didn’t we?”

“I only went to make sure you wouldn’t screw it up,” Y/n retaliated. “You just wanted to be dramatic.”

“We were raised to be the ultimate soldiers...master assassins. Nothing out there can hurt us.”

Y/n closed the files and stood up, the chair wheeling away. “You were raised. I was enslaved. Get it right.” She bumped his shoulder on her way up to the second deck. Damian huffed and walked towards Bruce.

Bruce was examining the feather left behind from the masked visitar at the factory. “Underneath the hard shell you’re still just a boy. Y/n’s understanding that, why can’t you?”

“If that were true, you wouldn’t be taking us out on the streets hunting psychopathic murderers.”

Bruce faced his son, “Those papers will be signed soon. Everything will be different then, you’ll see. In the meantime, you may want to resolve that,” his blue eyes glanced at Y/n who was examining her uniform.”

“Where are you going?”

“Out,” Batman jumped into the Batmobile.

“What about us?” Y/n called from above.

Batman smirked at Damian. “I got you a sitter.”