Batfamily x Reader stories

The Last Pit 2/2 (Batfam x Reader)

Originally published on my Tumblr : http://ellana-ravenwood.tumblr.com/post/162680602078/the-last-pit-part-22-batmom-x-batfamily

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It's his son's screams, that haunt him the most. The blood splattered on his face. Each of his actions mirroring his own when he was but an eight year old child witnessing his own parent's murder...

It's also the fact that he couldn't even say goodbye, couldn't even see your face full of life before you died...You were gone before he reached you, could life be more cruel ?

Yes. It could. It could by constantly torturing him with nightmares of this fateful night. By torturing him with vivid nightmares, not missing any details of what happened, and making him wake up in a start at his son's screams, screaming himself.

That night wasn't an exception. Once again he got the same bad dreams. Once again he woke up, screaming his pain, crying the loss of the love of his life.

From his bedroom, Damian could hear his father's distress...and he couldn't take it anymore. Tonight had to be the night.

Making sure to not make any suspicious noise while going down to the batcave (though he doubt his father would even notice), he goes to join his brothers who are getting ready to go out and patrol. To take their mind off of their father's pain, off of their own pain, and to not think much about your death.

They barely notice their youngest brother coming in, about ready to take off, when his voice, implacable, almost like daring them to resist him, resonate in the cave :

-We're leaving now.

They turn to Damian, surprised, a bit confused as to what he's talking about. Tim, being the quickest thinker, understands first and says :

-We're not ready Dams. We need to prepare so many things still ! If we're going into this unprepared, then we're as good as dead too, and everything will be useless. We don't know how many people your grandfather left to...

-I don't care Tim ! I want my mom back, and I can't bear father's screams every night !! I WANT HER BACK ALRIGHT ?! LET'S GO NOW !

Dick is the first to approach his little brother, and with an empathetic look on his face, he places his hands on the boy's shoulders, squeezing lightly. A fleeting though crosses his mind, about how far they all came...in a way, your death brought them all together. Closer from each other. A few months ago, Damian would never have called his brother by his first name. Hell, a few months ago, he would never even have considered Tim his brother...With a sigh, he says :

-We all want her back Damian...but we need to think this through, to...

-We are ready Dick ! We are ! We know where the pit is, we have all the weapons we'll need, we've been working on our tactics together ! We're ready ! I know it ! We're better the four of us together than we ever been ! I get your back, while Tim gets my back, and Jason gets his back, you get Jay's back ! WE'RE READY ! What difference will it make if we know they're ten guarding the pit, or a hundred ? Our plan will be the same. Getting rid of them, taking mom to the pit ! We're really ready, I believe in us ! I believe in you guys ! And I can't...I can't bear this anymore. I want my mom...our mom back. I want dad to be the same as he used to. I want my parents back...

Dick turns to his other little brothers, questioning them with his eyes. Jason and Tim look at each others for a few seconds, then back at their siblings...and nods. Yes. Ok. Damian was right. They were ready.