Beyond the Bat: Pt I 🦇 GIF by acecroft So I read a story a couple of months ago. It was about Terry McGinnis searching for and bringing all that Batboys (Ex:Dick,Jason,Tim, and Damian) back to the manor as an aging Bruce Wayne begins to die. I liked the story and premise of it. It made be think of stuff I wrote a long time ago and maybe I could write something similar but different. Especially with a reader instead of Terry. So let me know what you think. ;) Batfamily x batsis!reader Synopsis: Three years since Bruce’s disappearance, and with all of Batman’s former Robins gone, Gotham is under protection of the Batwoman, but she will need help to take on one of Gotham biggest Civil Wars ever. ————— A seasoned and experienced Vickie Vale comes on the screen of a television. “It’s been three years since the mysterious disappearance of Billionaire-Philanthropist Bruce Wayne, Wayne was on a flight to Shanghai for a business trip when the flight was thrown off course. Still to this day the flight, crew or Mr. Wayne have been seen. Wayne Enterprise Chairman Lucius Fox released a statement.” — “Today marks three years since Mr. Wayne disappearance. I-I was originally supposed to born the plane but Bruce…he felt that he needed to go instead.” He swallows,” After consulting with authorities and with permission from the Wayne Estate I come before you to declare Bruce Wayne as dead. Normally this is something done after seven years,but the family has asked for this closure. We respect their wishes. No further common.” He leaves as several reports and journals ask question after question. —— Vickie returns, “This was from the press conference earlier today. A private memorial service will be held for Wayne early next week. We from the GCN family as well as Gotham Thank you for your contribution Mr.Wayne and may you find peace wherever you are. I’m Vickie Vale and have a good night.” ———— Gotham City was a sea of old rotten gothic buildings and shiny overgrown skyscrapers. Gotham had been the early stages of becoming more a city of tomorrow. Though the plans had fallen without Bruce. Most of north Gotham was now being rebuilt and renovated, the lights of the older city still shinned just a light more dim due to the new LED light that consumed the night. Sirens filled the night and busy traffic and honking on every corner. Three squad cars fly down the road chasing after two armed trucks. Gunfire rings the night and civilian duck away from the street. “Pull over! This is GCPD!” The cars race onto the bridge and barrel pass cars causing some minor accidents in its wake. “Lenny,should we stop?” A rookie driver swerves from running into a gas truck. The goon beside him pulls off his skii mask and takes an assault rifle. “And risk getting thrown into a cell, I’d rather die than let the boss know we got caught, keep drivin.” Lenny takes the gun and starts firing towards the squad cars. Taking out of the tires causing it to crash into a three car accident. “Pigs, still too slow for Rupert Throne men.” The car speeds up and then faint sound a ringing as the goons look at each other. “Did you hear that?” The car jerks as they’re rammed into. “The f*ck?” The turn to see the Batmobile flying towards them. “It’s the f*cking Bat!” The driver floors the gas and takes the exit into East Gotham. The take a sharp turn and rush down the road. The Batmobile rams into the truck again and the driver runs over a bus stop and light rail. “Do something!” He shouts. Lenny takes the gun and fires at the car. The bullets fly off the car without a scratch. “sh*t.” The car speeds besides them and slide swipe the truck. It barrels over the Batmobile and crashes into a store front. The goons groan. Lenny takes a pistol and leans out the window. The Batmobile is parked on the other side of the room but it’s not moving. “Where’d he gooooooo-“ he fires the gun as he yanked from the window and the sound of punches and grunts are heard. The lanky drive makes a run for it but only get five feet before his foot his tied and he pulled across the ground and pulled up toward the truck. “Help!!” The figure leaps down and towers over him. It draws closure until the grab him by the shirt. “Where’s Throne?” A gruff female voice snarls. “Look-lady I don’t know.” He punched in the stomach. “I won’t ask twice.” She grips him tighter. “He fled this morning, we were supposed to take this stuff to the docks and that’s it I swear.” He cries. Batwoman grins, “That was so hard was it.” And she punches him in the face knocking him out cold. Squad cars and a transport truck arrive seconds later. Another black Police van arrives and Commissioner Barbara Gordon wheels her way to the scene. “Another one of Throne men?” The older woman pushes her glass up. She huffs, “Any word on where he went?” “He’s left this morning, knowing him he told his men one place and went in the complete opposite direction.” Batwoman holds a phone out and hands it to the Commissioner. “You think he’d left something at his mansion, he’s not a sharp as he used to be. He’s getting sloppy with his trails.” She turns in her chair as Batwoman hoped into his car. “I’ll find out.” The car raced down the street towards the outskirts of the city. “Alfred.” Alfred appears on the screen. He’s more weather and more grey than normal but the older man is still able to assist anyway he can. “I see you have stopped the stolen goods from reaching the Harbour, I take it as that will conclude your night?” “Not likely, Rupert Throne’s men said he fled town this morning, any activity on his bank accounts, or the offshore ones?” “You’d think a man of his age would learn to stop his shenanigans,but I digress. Three days ago $100,000 was withdrawn from his checking account. Nothing sense.” Batwoman nods, “I’m heading to his house, Barbara thinks he’s getting sloppy and I agree.” “Very well ma’am,I will be here if you need anything.” ——- Batwoman drops down in front of the doors to the office and pushes it open. She swiftly moves inside and feels the air is stiff. She scans the room and sees that it looks slightly messy. Papers scattered around the room and desk, the fire is long gone and it’s cold. The chairs at pushed to the ground and safe is wide open. She glides to it and scans it. “His finger prints are recent. At least..three days old.” The glances into the safe to find it empty. She worlds around the find the door toward the hallway ajar. She ventures into the dim hallway. She turns a corner and is shocked at the scene before her. “Agent A, I’m sending live footage to the Batcomputer.” “My word, it’s a massacre.” The hallway is full of Throne’s men dead, blood, painting the marble tiles and splattered across the walls. “Who could have done such butchery?” Alfred asks. Batwoman check the body of one of the men. Batwoman stands up,” judging by the smell of decomposing and state of the bodies the time of death was 72 hours ago.” She passed by the remaining bodies until she comes to two large wooden doors with blood splattered and a dagger embedded in it. She pushes it and across the room his the master bed with Rupert Throne’s body. “That smell, he’s been here for just as long.” “Dear Lord, and no one knew.” She scans his body and finds a large gash in his chest. “He was stabbed with a sword.” She scans his hand and find gun power. She finds the gun on his bed and she able to tell he used it. She looks at the door and sees blood. She scans it and it doesn’t match the blood from the hallway or Rupert’s. She finds a blood trail the leads to the balcony. Old bloody bandages are found along with the bullet. “Seems like whoever was there wasn’t able to do the job without getting injured. I can’t track any blood trails it been to long and the rain has washed it away.” “I’ve already notified Ms. Gordon she’s in route. Batwoman looks toward the city across the bridge. “Something’s missing Alfred, and I’m going to find out.” ——- The Batmobile races through the waterfall and down the platform until it stop. Batwoman climbs out and takes the lift down toward the Batcomputer where Alfred sits and the computer with a cup of tea. “And how was the rest of the night ma’am?” She pulls off the cowl and pushes her dark locks from her face. “There’s assassins back in the city.” She begins typing and pulls up the three other crime scenes. The two look at each one. A victim with either a single large gash or several closely net ones are the on the screen. “It’s not the small killer, the one that killed Throne and his men are different than these three. These victims were struggling and suffered. Throne’s was quick.” “As quick as having a sword shoved into your chest can be I presume.” H sips his tea and stands with his cane. He moved quietly as he always did but a little more slower. Y/n sighs, “Is he awake?” Alfred stops at the elevator and nods. “He’s been up for sometime, I’ll prepare breakfast.” Y/n stands up and was to the display cases. All different suits. Starting with a few of Bruce’s old suits, then the original Robin and Batgirl suits. Finally she stops at of last suits. Bruce’s last suit was in mint condition as he left it. She turns to the empty case and start placing her gear in it. —- She emerges from the office and ties her hair up waking into the kitchen. “Mommy!” A little boy with brown hair and blue eyes smile with syrup all over his face. Y/n wipes his cheeks and smiles. “Did you sleep well?” The five year old boy nods while eating his food. “Finish up so I can take you to school.” She walks toward Alfred who’s making a plate for her. “It still feels weird to leave her sometimes.” She takes the mug from him as well and sips on her coffee. “Master Bruce wanted to be sure you were safe while he was gone. I don’t think he indeed for it to be permanent but he enjoyed the company as do I.” Y/n rolled her eyes. “If you say so, though I will say we enjoy it with you Alfred. Even considering the circ*mstances.” Alfred gives her a weak smile and begins washing dishes. “I guess most Assistants don’t get his kind of attention, or is it due to the fact I keep Bruce on his toes.” Alfred smiles, “It had been sometime since someone annoyed him the way you did, and I think it loved having someone to color with again.” He glances at Rowan who has finished his food and brings the plate to Alfred. “What do we say Rowan?” “Thank you Alfie.” He sings. Alfred smiles warmly at the kid. “You’re very welcome, now run along and get your shoes so you can go to school.” Rowan runs out the room and Y/n hums. “These Assassins, do you think they killed Bruce?” She asks. The room is still. “I don’t know, but I must say I wouldn’t be surprised. I’ll contact Ms. Gordon and see if she has any information.” Y/n places her mug down and walks to the foyer where Rowan has his shoes on with his backpack. She slides into her sneakers and grabs her keys. “Let’s go kid.” ———- After dropping off Rowan Y/n pushed through the doors of Wayne Enterprises. Some of the staff waved at her while some held other emotions. She walked past the front desk and into the elevator towards the top floor. She is met the receptionist Sara who doesn’t look up from her computer. “Good Morning, do you have an appointment with Mr. Fox?” “Really Sara.” The ginger grins and looks toward the woman. “How are you hun?” “I’m good, about as good as anyone.” The double doors open and Lucius waves her inside. “I’ll talk with you later.” Y/n walked into the large office where Lucius turned to an old chest table and unlocked hidden elevator. They take it down in the underground bunker. “So what have you crafted this time?” She grins with her arms crossed over her chest eyeing the new prototypes. He nods takes a blue batarang, he throws it and it instantly electrifies the dummy. “Fancy.” Lucius picks up a device and hands it over to Y/n. “This was something Bruce wanted crafted, I’m still getting it fine tuned but it’s useable. Alfred filled me on our new decline of population use it and it will instantly capture and give a small concentrated burst of energy to those wrapped in it. Should help should you get out numbered by assassins.” “How thoughtful, I appreciate it. Though I’m sure you giving me new tech isn’t the only reason you wanted to see me so soon. What’s going on?” He takes a seat and sighs. “Bruce’s memorial is next week. They’re gonna be some changes with stuff around here. Now I’m not leaving per se but with him…gone. My attention will need to be focused more on the business side for a while. I’ve asked Luke to come home he’ll be helping craft some more stuff for you while I’m busy.” She nods. “I understand, I appreciate you still being able to help.” He gets to his feet slowly, “My kids now I’d never leave this unless I died. But with his services coming there are something’s that will change for you too I’m sure.” “I asked what will happen to the manor and the cave. Alfred it’s not just his decision,what does that mean?” Lucius nods, “Bruce’s son will have to decide what will become of his estate. And they’ll all have to agree,not sure how that’ll go.” The exit the elevator and the office returns to normal. “Let me know how the device works.” Y/n thanks him before leaving and returning to the manor. She immediately enters the cave, where Alfred is waiting. “Ms. Gordon is on the line for you.” Y/n sits her purse down and answers. “What’s wrong Commissioner?” “You’re not gonna believe this, the mayor was just killed in his office. How fast can you get down here?” ——— Batwoman emerges from the corner of the office. Barbara looks frustrated as the CSI team dust for prints, take pictures and exam the mayor’s corpse. “When did you find him?” Batwoman strolls toward the body as a few tech move away. “Just after lunch, his wife found him.” Batwoman scans the body. She notices the same claw marks and a golden dagger imbedded in his chest. She takes it out and glances at it. The craftsmen was old but it was just as good as if it was made yesterday. She returns to the Commissioner who she shows the blade to in a clear bag. “I’ve never seen it before, can’t say it isn’t something new for use.” “I don’t think this is a common killer this is the work of something more sinister.” Barbara nods and something catches her eye. It’s a small piece of paper with the same dagger holding it into the wall. Batwoman takes it and unfolds the paper. She read it and turns to the Commissioner. “I have to go.” Before Barbara can question her she’s already gone from the balcony. —— As nightfall begins to sit in Batwoman lands on a rooftop of a hotel with the red neon lights of the building flashing. She scans empty rooftop and comes to a stop, she dodges left as three morning stars are sent flying. She throws smoke and evades another wave of the weapons. She backflips from a sword attack and disarms the person causing them to stumble. She begins to fight the ninja and is hit a few times. “You are no match for me, impostor.” She spats. The ninja kicks Batwoman back and she stumbles giving the ninja time to drive a dagger into his thigh. “You are nothing like your Predecessor. He was a lot more quicker.” She kick Batwoman who punches her in the side. Ninja regains her balance and glares at her. “You’ll pay.” She picks up the sword and turns to the her. “Who are you?” The ninja draws her blade at her throat. “I am apart of the League of Assassins those who don’t want to be apart of the sorry and pathetic League it as become. Me and my faction are purists who only serve Ra Al Ghul and we will complete his mission. Neither you or this court will stop us.” “What—court.” The ninja chuckles, “You don’t know, the Court of Owls. Your predecessor was on to them before they killed him. They will try to take Gotham back but we will defeat them, we already have the last known location of the Pits something they can’t recreate, they’ll to will bow before greatness— Batwoman knocks the woman down and disarms her once more. The two are in a fight for the sword and Batwoman pulls the Assassin way and pulls off her mask. The woman has a short black bob with a white strike throw her hair. “Who,are you?” Batwoman huffs. She yells as a dagger is driven into her back. “Mistress are you hurt?” Another assassin yanks the blade out of Batwoman. She grins, “I am.” She gets her feet. “My name will be the last thing you hear before the poison kills you, I’m Nyssa and don’t worry about Gotham I’ll take good care of it.” And true to her wound everything went blurry and fuzzy. The last thing Y/n felt was hot then cold and everything faded to black. ———— The flashes of light, sound of being and muffled voices come in and out before slowly Y/n wakes up in the cave to the faint beeping of machines. She sits up and groans as a hand is placed on her’s. “Barbara?” The older woman nods and squeezes her hand. “Are you alright the poison nearly killed you?” Y/n tries to sit up but is pushed back down by Barbara. “You need to rest, Leslie and Alfred worked on you for hours to make you stable you need to give your body time to heal.” She offers her a cup of water which Y/n takes in on gulp. “Who got me off the rooftop?” Her voice is gruff. “No, Alfred called in some help.” They both turned to a woman Y/n never wanted to see, at least she hoped. “Hi kitten.” “Hello,Selina.” Barbara wheeled out of the room and Selina drew closer taking her spot. “Alfred called me, he was worried. I happened to be back in—“ “…I don’t care why you’re back, or what you’ve come to steal. I don’t want your help.” Selina kept a somewhat vague smile. “I understand you hate me for leaving you-“ “My entire life was spent in and out of neighbors houses, in the system because you kept getting sent back to Blackgate. You were never there for me, you or my father you talked on and on about. I’m twenty-five and still don’t know who he is or was knowing you. So I don’t need your help. Not now and not again.” Y/n laid back down and grumbled in pain turning to look at her monitor. “You can go Selina.” Selina nodded and exited the room. A few moments later Alfred entered and sighed. “Ms. (L/N) You do know the extent of your injury. I needed to remind you what could have happened if Ms. Kyle wasn’t in the vicinity?” “….” He sighs,”Very well, while you were done Ms. Gordon and I had to find the Assassin next move. They’re going to kill everyone in their way in order to defeat one another I hate to say it but we do need the assistance.” If looks could Alfred thought to himself. “I assume you I’m not referring to Miss Kyle, you’re going to need more than one person to help you take on two deadly threats.” Against his advice Y/n gets to her feet and exits the medical bay and made a beeline for the computer and begins typing away until four files appear on screen. “He didn’t talk much about them.” She mumbles to herself. “They all had their own problems and struggles with Master Bruce. But they all knew when he needed the help, I just pray you’ll ask unlike he wouldn’t.” “Where can I find them,most of these files are four years old and no known addresses for any of them?” Alfred moved to the side as Barbara wheeled up to the computer and began typing away as if no time had passed. “Dick will be easy to find, maybe not to recruit. He owns a martial art and gymnastic studio in East Bludheaven. Tim lives in New York he mostly keeps quiet with attending tech events. The others will take me time to find them, they tend to go off the grid.” Y/n nod, “I drive out in the morning—“ “I’ll take you to Bludheaven myself, I’ve asked Ms. Gordon to look after Madter Rowan for a few nights if that’s okay will you?” Y/n nods,” I’ll pack.” ——— Stepping onto the curb as a sharp wind bits through the air. Y/n pushes open the door into a dojo. A group of kids are doing routines. She watches for a moment taking in the warm environment before someone walks behind her. “Are you picking up or are you just here for the classes?” She turns to see a man in his early forties. Black hair with sliver streaks, weathered features and bright sky colored eyes. “Barbara wasn’t wrong, you do look the same.” He rolls his eyes and moves past her. “Adult classes are Tuesday and Thursday, sign up sheet-“ “I don’t need lessons,” she grabs his arm. “But I do need your help.” Dick removed his arm and turns to her slowly, almost as if his gaze his scanning her from head to toe. “So,” he leans in a lowers his voice, “Your the new Rookie.” He smirks which in turns makes Y/n scowl. “I’ve been at this for three—“ “Try a few decades. Look I know about you you’re not the first detective and probably won’t be the last. But I’m done with capes, cowls and spandex I left that life and I left Gotham.” He walks past the students with Y/n following him. “Look I don’t know what your relationship with Bruce was like-“ He scoffs and sits at his desk, “Be thankful for that.” She narrows her gaze at some photos. Some with other boys younger than him and some of him younger than that. “I came here for help for Gotham, you know as well as I do that Bruce cared about his mission. I’m not asking you to help me for him, but for the people you care about that are still there. For the memories you still have there the good one and the bad ones.” Dick turns away from her. “I’m sorry but you need to leave, I can’t help you.” He stands up and opens the door for her. She shakes her head and leaves. “That was a waste of time, think the others will be much help?” She slides back into the car as it drives down the street. “I can’t say for sure, but I’ve prepared the jet for you, Master Timothy is in New York and he’s attending a gala.” Y/n sighs in her seat. For the love of God why are your sons so stubborn Bruce?
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