Requested by Rose5489
(G/F/N) - Guy Friend Name
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I let out a groan, falling onto my back. "You let your guard down. Work on that, because-"
"I don't need tips from you," I spat, looking up at Grayson. I picked myself up from off the ground, limping out of the cave.
"Sorry for trying to help," He spat back behind me.
I mounted my bike that was parked in the garage, then sped off.
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"I'm an assasian! This is what I do!" I argued, slaming my palms on the granite counters.
"Not if you're going to be living under this roof young lady!" Bruce countered back.
"Excuse me?" Todd asked, walking into the kitchen, followed by his brothers. "No way another Demon Spawn is going to be living here!"
"For once the I actually agree Dildo Head!" I added, turning back to Bruce.
"You are staying here, and that is the end of it!" Bruce roared, stalking out of the kitchen.
I let out a groan and started walking in the opposite direction. "Hey, Demon Spawn Two, wait up."
Another groan left my lips as I turned to face Todd. "What Todd?"
"Did you call me a fucking Dildo Head?" He snapped.
"Yes, I did." I snapped back. "Got a problem with that?"
Drake placed a hand on his shoulder as they quickly exchanged glances. "No," Todd replied through his gritted teeth. "Not at all,"
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I sighed, my eyes darting from place to place as the night sky stood behind me.
"(H/N), there's a robery at the Gotham Bank. You're the closest," Bruce's voice echoed through my skull.
"I am aware," I replied, standing up.
"So go stop it!" Todd exclaimed.
"Fine, jeez," I scoffed, jumping off the building. My feet landed on the hard pavement not long after and I broke out spriting.
"Did you just jump off a three story building?" Drakes voice said through my com.
I smirked, my feet sliding to a stop as I stood in front of the bank. "Maybe,"
Three thugs ran out of the building, bags of cash in their hands. They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw me.
I gave them a small smirk, placing my hands in my hips. "Hiya boys!"
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I popped up, dusting my hands off.
"Childs work," Wayne said, coming out of the shadows.
I rolled my eyes, turning to the little Demon Spawn. "I bet you couldn't have found out that these men where stealing for Falcone,"
"And why would they be doing that?" Wayne replied.
"Because he is a sitting duck at the moment. No security, his family has abandoned him, and best of all, Falcone is broke."
"Falcone's broke?" Drake exclaimed, comig out of the shadows. The three goons struggled and started yelling as the sirens grew closer.
"I suggest we talk about this somewhere more, descret." I replied.
Drake nodded, "Agreed,"
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"So, Falcone is broke, has no protection, or family at the moment?" Bruce asked me once we we're back in the cave.
I nodded. "Which makes his vunrable. If we act quickly, we cam take him down!"
"No killing," Bruce added.
"I knew that," I scoffed.
"Mhm," He replied, walking off.
I sighed, walking upstairs. After a hot bath, I walked back downstairs into the kitchen. "I would give her a chance, Master Dick." Alfred said.
"But she's killed people! She's an assasian!" Dick exclaimed.
"So was Master Damian, but he is now holding the mantle you once started." Alfred countered.
I heard a sigh, then footsteps. The kitchen door swung open as I looked wide eyed at Dick, fuming. "I'm not just an assasian you know. I have feelings too."
"(Y/N) I-" Dick started.
"No, you've said enough Grayson." I said, stalking off to the cave.
"Bruce?" I asked the Caped Crusader.
"Yes (Y/N)?" He asked, not turning away from the screen.
"Well, um-"
"Hold that thought," He interupted. "Boys, get down here, now." He said through his com.
Moments later, the four older boys came bounding down the stairs. "I've found Falcone, he is at the pier. Damian, Dick, go on ahead, try to subdue him before he does anything. Tim, Jason, you're with me."
"What about me?" I asked as they suited up.
"You're staying here," Bruce replied.
"But I found out that Falcone was a sitting duck!" I replied, outraged.
"Yes, but until you have more practice, you are not going on any missions." Bruce demanded.
I left, fuming, as they left to go finish something I started.
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3rd Person POV
(Y/N) was already asleep when the boys came home early in the morning, bloodied and bruised. "Master Bruce," Alfred started. "We need to talk about Miss (Y/N)."
"Not now Alfred," Bruce waved the older man off.
"Master Bruce," Alfred said in a demanding tone. "You left Miss (Y/N) here on a mission she started."
"She isn't ready," Bruce countered.
"I think not," Alfred started. "She just punched a punching bag until her knuckles started to bleed, then continued on for another hour before I made her go clean up."
"That proves nothing," Bruce said.
"It proves more than you would like to admit." Alfred ended, walking off briskly.
Bruce let out a sigh as Dick and Jason came thundering down the stairs. "She's gone!"
Bruce stood up, grimacing. "Who?"
"(Y/N)!" Jason roared. "She's gone!"
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On the other side of town, (Y/N) let out a cackle as she took a sip of her shake.
Her friends walked beside her, laughing and having a good time. "So, how's your time with Gothams most elligable bachelor?" (B/F/N) asked.
"Eh," (Y/N) shrugged. "He has four kids and no one really seems to care about me. But, hid butler Alfred is pretty cool. You guys should come over some time."
The two nodded. "Crap," (G/F/N) sighed, looking at his watch. "I gotta go. See you guys Monday?"
"Only reason I wouldn't is because Sundays are my suicide days." (Y/N) replied.
The three let out a laugh at the inside joke as (G/F/N) walked off.
(B/F/N) and (Y/N) talked all the way back to (B/F/N)'s house, where they parted ways.
"(Y/N) (L/N)!" Bruce roared, his face hidden underneath his cowl.
(Y/N) jumped, swinging her leg up and towards Bruce's face.
Barely catching her ankle, Bruve gave (Y/N) a dissapointed sigh. "What the he'll are you doing out here at nearly four in the morning?"
"What does it look like?" She snapped, pulling her leg away and walking in the other direction.
"Not so fast young lady," Bruce said, picking her up by the hood of her hoodie. "God so help me, you are grounded for the rest of your life."
"What the hell?!" (Y/N) said, squirming as he held his grip on her hood.
"What the hell is right. You just be glad I'm not acting like I should be." Bruce retorted.
"And that would be?" (Y/N) questioned.
Bruce let out an exasperated sigh, walking towards the Bat Moblie with (Y/N) still in his grip. "The boys have all done this in the past. It is just a routine now,"
(Y/N) rolled her eyes as he set her down in the Bat Mobile. "Does this mean I'm still grounded?"
"I never say it didn't." Bruce replied as they sped off into the night.