a/n: Super long chapter, sorry about that ;-; at least it's not extremely short. Some back story in here too. Idk what to name the older brother character, so does anybody have any suggestions? Drop 'em in the comment section and I'll check them out ^_^ Much appreciated!
On the walk home through Gotham's filth and crime infested streets and back alleys, the sun was still up for the most part.The beginning of your walk home anyways. The light blue and grey sky turning shades of reds and deep purples, magentas and oranges with dark casts of blue. The darker the purple in the sky got and the less purple and the more black it seemed was enough motivation for you to get home before it went completely pitch black out in the night.
You couldn't go to the GCPD to and practice with your brothers co-worker today. Since your brother was there and you knew it was something he wouldn't really approve of. And you knew for a fact that he did not. He didn't want you to learn what you were being taught. It was more of a thing you did in secret anyways. So getting home, was in fact, your first priority. Since you didn't have your bat on you or anything self defense related. You'd rather be smart and safe then stupid and dead.
You know for a fact that you could actually stop by the police station for a different reason that is. To hang out, sorta? Not really, not as a social visit. But almost every good cop there seems to like you, at least. But more for you to wait for your brother to get off duty. You did this sometimes, granted you weren't the only person there who did this. Sometimes you'd see Barbara gordon, the commissioner's daughter. Wheeled up against a desk in her chair and a laptop.
You got along with her perfectly fine. She's going to Gotham University, since she graduated from Gotham Academy already.
You remember a little bit of her, but she also wasn't wheelchair bound back then. She was finishing senior year when it happened. You didn't ask her about it, and she never speaks about it.
You figured since the police department is closer and your brother gets off work soon, that you would go there instead of home anyways. You would go there and wait for him to get off duty then drive the two of you home. His cars pretty cozy warm anyways even when the heater isn't on.
The police department was just a couple blocks away from your current location. It's also a safer idea, honestly. You'd probably end up making this into a new routine possibly. Coming here right after school on days he's working. On days when he's not you come here anyways for practice. But that's a hell of a lot different.
As you walked into the police station, Gotham's chilled spring night air breeze flew past your hair and let soft (h/c) locks blow past your shoulders. The moon was now simple to see in the end of the day. The sky not completely dark yet. But it was getting there. The easy to point out full white circular shape hidden behind a magenta and dark grey, almost black cloud was the moon.
You stepped in the old building, your sneakers dragging and trailing bits of dirt and grass from the field. Nothing that wasn't new anyways. You walked over to a nearby desk in a separate room that was for the most part just putting things down that nobody had to carry with them into the department. So you set your backpack down on a table with some papers on it. The cold brown wood of the table creaked as the weight of your bag was placed upon it. Dust that had been collecting over months had raised in the air as you inhaled. The room smelling like old books, also coffee.
You dmilrf a little bit, closing your eyes and taking out your ipod from your back pocket to check the time, with calm and slow movements. The peaceful look remaining on your face. You loved the silent aspect to the room, you could practically hear a pin drop, or a feather hit the ground as it fell.
Placing your earbuds in your ears for a moment out of natural instinct. The volume had been turned down all the way, but the app you used for music was still open. So your battery usage had taken a critical hit. Very, bad.
"-Baby how do I say this politely? Love me harder and don't be nice please. I wanna feel your crumbs on my body-"
You could hear the lyrics blaring through the red ear buds, the midsection bridge of one of your songs played loudly through the small speakers. turning the volume down and closing the app. No more unnecessary battery usage for right now.
Looking at the time on your ipods clock, noticing how it was almost nine pm explained the darkness in the night sky. You're pretty glad you got here when you did. You shoved the expensive piece of metal back into your back pocket. and extending your arms above your head as you stretched, your white and blue softball t-shirt riding up your stomach, showing your midriff while you stretched. Standing upwards on your tiptoes and closing your eyes to yawn, interlocking your fingers for a second above your head as you back curved, warm air circulating up your back.
You walked out of the dim side room, walking past a set of security sensors that beeped loudly, and obnoxiously when they scanned the metal on you.
"Just my earrings and my iPod." You said, turning your pockets inside out and holding your ipod in your hand before shoving it back in forcefully. Then entering the colder area. Now you see why everyone here wears those damn puffy jackets. You didn't question it because they looked hot, well they did. but they also looked stupid? Sorta.
An officer or two who found you familiar gave you a small wave, you saw Commissioner Gordon and made your way to his general area. Changing your slow walking pace and doing a 180 sharp turn in your steps as you eyes locked onto the aging man who knew where you brother would be at.
You didn't even get a chance to open your mouth before he answered your questions.
"In the evidence room. He's got company though so don't expect it to be exciting. I'll be there in a minute I'm just getting a few files of my own to add onto the discussion." Gordon said, you opened your mouth to ask something else and he already beat you to the answer. "And no, Barbara's not here right now. I'll tell her you stopped by." He said, you gave the man a polite nod and waved goodbye, walking off in the direction of the evidence room where your brother was, and his guest Gordon warned you about?
Two figures besides your brother stood in the visible section through the glass window with a few cracks here and there. Few the broken pieces you could find your brother sitting against his desk, his head down to the ground and he hid his face with his hands and pinched the bridge of his nose. One knee was bent and he kept his weight and composure like that. whoever he must be talking too gave him a bit of stress, he only ever does that when he's really being pushed.
You grabbed the silver door knob and turned it, walking in the room. Quickly your brother looked up from the ground and looked at you, a light flickering in the room and the two figures quickly averted their attention to you as well.
"Woah. Okay. I um." You didn't really say anything aside from raise an eyebrow while looking at your brother and pointing oddly at none other than Batman and his Boy Wonder, Robin. you quickly, and silently shuffled your feet across the room to where your brother stood and gave both well known vigilantes an odd expression.
"I was gonna tell you about this when I got home, I don't wanna keep hiding things from you like dad's doing with us right now. But we're working on a case and needed some help." He said, an annoyed tone in his voice. "I was going to tell you but-"
"But what? Realizing dad's an engineer at Lexcorp and we have no clue what he's doing there and you think it's a good idea to hide this from me?" You asked, not even caring right now about the 'company' he had in the evidence room.
"Arguing won't help the issue at hand right now. Anybody close to Roger Orosco is in danger, and that includes (Y/n)." Batman said.
"So it's important and not bad she's here." He finished, giving you a look. It wasn't disapproving but...the cowl made it feel like he'd known everything you ever did wrong. An odd, and unappreciated feeling. Considering the drug abuse (Past tense.) and under-aged alchohol consumption.
"In danger? But what about Ava?" You asked, referring to the little sister nobody in this family really spoke about. There was a visible lump in the older siblings throat at the mention of his little sister, by blood. You're his little sister, but not by blood. there's a difference, and even though all the wrong things Ava did he still cared about her.
"We'll have her checked out of Arkham Asylum and put into a different one that's even more secure and far away. As long as she isn't let out without being cured everything will be fine. Nothing on her records or the city records will show her being transferred." Batman said, the entire time Robin looked like he wanted to say something but whenever he tried to speak out the taller man just kept speaking up over him.
The thought of her being out of Arkham made you sick to your stomach, like someone had slammed a hammer into your stomach and then shoved a screwdriver into the bruise and opened up the wound. It just wasn't safe for anybody when she was out, especially you.
"Can you imagine though? Someone thinking you're just a replacement in the family and then.." You mumbled, it came out so suddenly and you didn't even really mean to say it, but when the words left your mouth the smaller teenager known as Robin had given you a confused look.
He didn't really know what that felt like, but he knew what being the reason for that feeling was like. He couldn't really imagine being on the other end of it, really.
"Sorry. I was kinda wondering why Gordon just let me in the evidence room, I mean the last time I was in here I tried to take out that sword!" You tried to be cheery and dramatic, pointing over to a case that read 'Talia Al Ghul'
"Yea, there's a good reason you're not supposed to be in here." Robin replied, glancing over at some of the Joker's old toys that have been collected. Crossing his arms, he raised an eyebrow, you couldn't see his eyes but you were pretty sure he was glaring at you behind that green domino, white lensed mask.
"Hey, I'll admit, Mr. Fris's gun looks totally awesome and if I had it I'd-"
"Oh, god no."
"I was gonna say a free ice skating rink in the middle of summer, but whatever." You mumbled in response to your brothers dim response.
"Take this more seriously, you could die without protection-" Robin spoke loudly, his voice harsh and blunt and coated in annoyance. His ears were going red, either from embarrassment or anger. You really tried not to look at him. You could feel your own ears heating up when you saw him, each time the memory resurfaced in your brain.
"Calm down, Robin. But he has a point. You need to go into protection. Doesn't matter how as long as it's supervised by me. You'll be checked up on every few hours or so unless distress has been noticed in the area." He reached into his utility belt and pulled out two clunky looking phones.
"Use these when you have too. They contact me or Robin in a serious situation. They can't be tracked to me or him, and can only be tracked to you by me or Robin."
You held the heavy device in your hand, it looked pretty high tech but felt like it was from the 70's.
You faked a smile, sitting on the desk your brother stood against and pulled your ipod out, clipping the earbuds in and muting the volume before taking a quick and very blurry picture of Robin and turning the iPod off. Something familiar kept tickling at the tip of your tongue. The only reason why you shoved the iPod back into your pocket was when you looked over and saw Batman glaring at you. Something you never wanna witness again.
"Just um..texting my girlfriend?" You mumbled, this earned a muffled laugh from your brother, the witty comment sliding past his teeth as if he was struggling to hold it in.
"Another one?" He asks, you return the comment with a glare.
"Just wanted to piss a classmate off. Call it justice." you grinned, expecting to hear just the hint of a laugh come out of Batman. No clue why you wanted to hear it, maybe it would have been kinda odd or nothing worth remembering, but hey you tried.
"..Like I was saying. You're not taking this seriously." Robin quickly cut off all ongoing conversations.
"Batman would check up on your mother and you, and I'll do check ups on (Y/n). To make it simpler, leave your father out of this problem until we know for a fact he's not truly working with the people responsible for last night's attack on (Y/n)." Robin said, there was an airy tone to his voice. He sounded a little annoyed, truthfully he sounded very annoyed, especially when he saw the shocked look on your face.
"There was a what on me last night?" You yelled, throwing yourself off the table and landing harshly on your feet. Your brothers look of defeat crossed over into his amber eyes, the tanned skin showing the growing shadows of the light over head, causing the top half of his face to grow dark. He had that visible lump in his throat again.
"She doesn't know?!" Robin yelled, at this he sounded personally offended.
"Someone tries to kill a member of your family, and you do not inform them about it?" He added, trying to calm down but he was beyond mad. Batman himself seemed shocked and angered by this, but unlike Robin he didn't allow it to show in his voice or in his facial features. What little of them showed that is.
"Let me explain, okay? you didn't eat dinner which turned out to be a good thing. There was cyanide and.. I just don't wanna talk about it okay?"
"I can't believe this right now. Even after knowing what I went through and you- how dare you? I can't deal with this right now." You weren't yelling, but the hot tears prickled the back of your eyes, one falling straight to the concrete ground and passing the stage of just sliding down your cheek. But your voice was loud, blunt, and hurt. The betrayal you felt was put into words, the words that were made up of your voice.
"(Y/n) wait-!"
"I'm calling Nyssa. I'd rather sleep at her place then sleep in the house. At least she treats me like an actual person and doesn't hide things from me." Was the last thing you said before storming off, face beat red from anger and embarrassment as a couple tears built up in your eyes. You shoved your way past Robin and shoved him out of the way with your shoulder.