Alright alright alright. I'm back from vacation and it has been voted to make shorter chapters! This chapter has about 1300 words. I usually try to make 2000-3000 words per chapter. If it's still too long, or too short, please comment and ill make sure to fix that for future chapters. 

And if anyone can help me with a cover I'd be so freaking grateful, I don't really make good covers. >.<

HP

It was late in Gotham City. The dark sky was littered with light pollution making it impossible to see the stars. Within the city everyone was within the comforts of their homes, citizens were tucked away in their beds, asleep next to their partners or near their children. The pets roaming alone in houses. Or to the unfortunate people who had no bed, they slept where they could. Park benches, under bridges, or not sleep at all. Let alone to wander the streets of the infamous town. Few cars were alive on the road, driving to their next destination. The town was considered asleep. 

The same could not be said for the Wayne Manor.

Bruce Wayne sat in the middle of his youngest son's room with his, adopted, son aiding him with the deep wounds inflicted on the billionaire's body as the two waited for Damian to return. Their alone time was cut short as a window opened and said the child appeared. He noticed his father covered in white bandages that were reflecting the lamplight emanating from the ceramic on the nightstand beside him.

"What happened to you? Are you okay?" The boy ran towards the two men. His cape flung behind him as he approached them.

Bruce grew a sour face, he knew an argument was going to break loose, "You don't get to ask questions. Now, where the hell were you?" His harsh tone not fading. The tough-love approach. If you could identify their relationship as one with love then that is what he was attempting to do.

"Out," the stubborn Robin answered, not to either of the men's surprise.

"Where?"

"Just out," Robin leaned forward.

"'Out' has suddenly become a far more dangerous place," his blue eyes gazed at the sai in Robin's utility belt. He snatched it and Robin took a step back. "What's this?"

"That's mine," Damian barked. The green domino mask crinkled at the nose from his frown.

"I don't think so."

The boy began to sass back, "So, what are you gonna do now, build a dungeon and lock me up in it?"

Bruce seemed to be done with his son's bad attitude. "Despite what you may think, I'm your father, Damian, not your jailer."

"A biological accident doesn't make you my father," Damian snapped. "And it sure as hell doesn't make me your son."

Dick widened his eyes at the fire growing in front of him but kept quiet and finished the stitching. He knew not to get in the middle of their fights. It happened before and Dick took notes. He almost felt bad for Bruce. But, he knew where Damian inherited his stone-cold stubbornness from. And since he never grew up with Talia, there was only one other possibility.

"There's a school in Switzerland," Bruce continued to lecture his son, "Run by a retired general who knows far more than I do about boys and discipline." He stood up and looked down at his son. He began to walk away. "Try this again, that's where you'll be spending the next year." He warned as he left the room.

Dick shook his head and placed all the tools back onto the metal tray. "You really played me for a fool."

Damian smirked, "Not hard to do."

"Well you didn't play her," Dick walked out and closed the door behind him, revealing Y/n. Her arms were crossed and she expressed the same face Bruce had. Like they had both eaten a very sour lemon. But it looked like the aftertaste on hers made the girl extremely upset. Damian stood back as she angrily moved towards him.

The silence was thick as the tension in the air. Robin looked down and back at her. Figuring out she had been there the whole time, and not just in his room. Not wanting to hear another lecture, Damian moved around her and placed an ear to the wooden door, listening in on his father's conversation.

"Who is Talon?" Y/n pressured. Damian ignored the girl and kept listening, not very fond of what he heard his father say about family ties. "Don't ignore me." She grabbed his arm and pulled him near her. She had yanked him a little too close for his comfort. He could smell her breathe, it was minty, she must have brushed her teeth. If he were to step closer, he would be able to feel her exhale. But none of that now. He was angry to let any emotion other than anger control him.

"None of your business."

"It damn well too is my business. If he killed the Dollmaker," Y/n leaned in. "Then he's willing to do it again."Robin pushed past her and went to the window but Y/n once again grabbed him. "You're not going to see him."

Damian rolled his eyes, "And who is going to stop me? You?" Y/n was taken back. "You're not my mother and you've made it pretty damn clear you're not my betrothal either." He turned around to face the window, his gloved hands on the sill. He didn't know why he was so harsh towards her. She didn't do anything. "You don't even like me."

"Well, I like you enough to not want you dead!"

"Oh yeah?" he turned around one last time and pushed her back. "Well, I liked you better when you couldn't talk." He yelled and jumped out the window, leaving a lonely and dejected Y/n.

The h/c girl sat on his bed stunned by her partner's words. Her hand subconsciously held the thick scars on her wrist, left forever by the Everlasting Bracelet. What had controlled her over the years, what had infected her thoughts and tampered with her decisions. What made her a slave. Looking up to make sure none of the newly formed tears left her eyes and ran towards the Batcave to watch the security cameras for the yard. 

In the cave, Y/n found Alfred, and a maskless Nightwing watching as Robin ran across the yard and jumped the wall. Y/n sighed and lowered her head in unsurprised disappointment.

"I thought you upgraded the security wall," Dick questioned as he looked back at Bruce. 

"I did," Bruce, who was wielding something together, looked back at Alfred. Y/n stayed at the computer watching the empty field and debating what to do. The girl had limited options. Option one, leave Damian alone. Probably what he wanted and what would be safest for her. Option two. The opposite of that. 

She took out her phone and opened up the screen that allowed her to see the tracking device on Robin's cape. Well, she has his location. She looked back at the group of men and groaned, deciding on her answer. The men kept talking about the situation.

"I, uh," the butler started. "I shut the outgoing system down, sir."

"Why?" Bruce walked towards the English man.

"Master Damian said he felt like a prisoner in his own home," Alfred explained. "I thought if he tried to leave again and saw that there was nothing keeping him here... that you did trust him, then... Sometimes, you have to have a little faith, sir."

"Since when have I been a man of faith?"

Y/n tapped Dick's side and nodded her head towards her other friend. Dick got the message and moved towards the two men. "You did the right thing," he put a hand on Alfred's shoulder. "He'll be back."

"He better be." Bruce frowned as he left the room.

"He'll get over it, won't he?" The older man asked.

"In my experience, he never gets over anything," the young man answered honestly.

"Master Dick, where is Miss Y/n?" The two scanned the room for the missing child.

Dick ran upstairs and noticed the Sparrow costume was gone as well. A note was left on the suit's stand. 

                                                     Going out Mom.

"Damnit Y/n."