Bruce decided he needed answers to why y/n was engulfed in electricity and her voice was vibrating, before he went and told the boys the good news, so he called the one person who would know "Barry" oh,uhh, hey Bruce, this...isn't really a good time" Bruce could make out some type of shooting in the background "Barry, you're a speedster, you can multi-task" Bruce stated, not in the mood to wait for it to be a "good" time. Barry sighed "alright, what's up?" Barry gave in, knowing he wasn't going to get out of talking with the worlds greatest detective
"what would be the cause of lightning engulfing a speedster and make their voice vibrate?" well, we can do that without having a cause, but if we were in a very emotional state, very angry, or even both, we end up doing that without thinking" Barry explained "why? what's going on?" we found y/n" what? really? ok, let me finish up here and-" Bruce knew Barry was going to say he'll come and help, but he didn't think y/n needed that many people here when she gets back "no" he interrupted "y/n freed herself and is heading back to the Manor"
"she called me on the batcomputer, that's why I asked that question because that was happening to her and now I'm worried" you could hear the concern in Bruce's voice "Barry, she was held captive for five days, and we know nothing of what happened to her" well did she look ok?" Barry asked "I mean, other than the lightning and her voice vibrating" Bruce didn't need to think back to the call, y/n's expression in the call was imprinted in his mind. "she looked, angry, very angry, but, she also looked sad" Bruce answered "Barry, I ruined her, this is what she gets for having me as her guardian, captured and ruined" Bruce, it's not-" he interrupted Barry before he could finish his sentence, knowing exactly what Barry was about to say "no Barry, it is" Bruce sighed "I need to go, good luck with Snart" wha-how di you-" worlds greatest detective, remember" hah, well thanks, and Bruce, you didn't ruin her"
Bruce hung up, he wanted to argue with him, prove his point to Barry, that he did ruin her but now wasn't the time. "maybe she would've been better off with Barry and Iris" Bruce thought to himself as he made his way into the Manor, in fact, they offered to take her in, knowing she had speed and everything, but Bruce felt responsible for making her an orphan, he thought the least he could do was provide a home. Bruce found himself standing in the doorway of y/n's room, nothing has been touched in here since her capture, except her bed, Jason found himself there each time he had a nightmare or even a daymare, her smell alone would calm him, but not very much "master Bruce?" Alfred asked, Bruce didn't even make eye contact. Alfred reached for his shoulder as he asked "Bruce, are you alright?" Alfred's touch snapped Bruce out of his thoughts "you were thinking about her again, weren't you?" Bruce sighed "Alfred, if it weren't for me, she wouldn't be in this mess, she wouldn't be messed up and ruined"
"if I had just let Barry take her in, then maybe she would have been better off, and not part of my dark world" Bruce stated "I need to go, the boys still don't know she's alive and she'll be here any minute" he started to walk away but stopped when Alfred spoke up "excuse me for saying this, sir, but, that is bulls**t, if anyone ruined her it was Joker, you gave her a home, you gave her a family you've done nothing but good for that girl" Bruce didn't want to believe he was good for her but Alfred is very convincing and he also can't really win a fight with Alfred. "thanks Alfred" Bruce smiled "I needed that" with that Bruce walked off to find the boys
~your pov~
After I found which direction I needed to go to get back to Gotham I ran, ran faster than I've ever run. I couldn't think straight, one minute I'm thinking about Jason and how good it'll feel in his arms, the next, I'm fuming, cursing my dad, then remembering I almost died and the fear that came with that memory. I cycled through those feelings, happy, angry, scared, happy, angry, scared, I was a whirlwind of emotions. But after a few minutes and a few hundred miles, I got stuck on one emotion, anger, I mean, come on! my dad was alive all this time but never came looking for me, he said he "had" to, but I don't believe him if he really loved me he would've risked everything to see me again, but he didn't. A small part of me wants to believe him just so I could have my dad back, but the side that doesn't believe him is bigger, way bigger than the trustful side
~third pov~
The boys were all waiting in the living room, just waiting for y/n to bust through that door. Before y/n even noticed, she was zipping through the Manor and leaving a trail of f/c lightning wherever she went. "was that-" Jason started, but Dick was too excited to let him finish "I think it was! follow her!" with that Dick started running after y/n, the rest of the boys, even Damian, followed close behind. They followed the lightning till they found the end, but what they found was y/n's closed bedroom door
~your pov~
I didn't want attention, so ran to my room and locked the door behind me. I could hear muffled voices behind the door, four voices to be exact, they all yelled my name, asked if I was ok through the door, I didn't answer. I had this tight feeling in my chest, like it could bust at any moment, tears streamed down my face, I felt broken, more broken than I ever was when mom or Cassy died. I turned and face the door, and out of pure anger, I punched it making it crack a little, then I punched it over and over again till there was a huge visible crack, my fist hurt but I don't give a crap. I could still hear the faint voices of the boys, yelling, telling me to let them in, but they can't see me like this, so... broken. Then I noticed a family picture from a few years back, I looked so happy, both my parents beside me, I held a hand from both of them. But then I saw my dad, he was smiling in the picture but all I could see was his lying face, and it made me even angrier
The sound of the door getting banged on and the boys' voices drowned away, to where I couldn't hear anything. I didn't care though because all I felt was electricity flowing through me, fuelling my anger. I stood up and grabbed the photo, then threw it to the ground and smashed it with my foot, stomp after stomp after stomp, till all that was left was the picture and glass and wood shattered everywhere. I collapsed on my knees, not even caring that glass shards were cutting through them, I didn't even feel a thing, I was numb. I started balling, memories of my dad coming back to me, one at a time and I hated it, I didn't want to see him, that's why I sped off, so I didn't have to look at his face anymore, but he kept coming up, I kept seeing him, it needs to stop!!
~Jason's pov~
Me and the boys have been banging the crap out of y/n's door, but no answer. For the first few minutes, we heard banging come from the other side of the door like she was hitting the door "y/n! let us in! we can help!" I called out, but nothing. Then I heard a noise, like glass shattering and angry female grunts, then a thud, then nothing. "that's it!!" with that I pulled the sidearm I always carry, in case of an emergency, and this was definitely an emergency. I aimed it right at the doors handle about to fire "everyone, get back" Jason please tell me-" Dick started but I needed to get in there so, I fired "BANG!!" Then I busted the door open, running in as fast as I could to find y/n on her knees, glass, and wood everywhere, tears rolling down her face uncontrollably "nononono" I mumbled as I went slightly behind her, just enough away from the glass to kneel down next to her
"y/n" I said shaking her a bit, nothing "please babe, you need to get up, your bleeding!" I exclaimed, but still, nothing, she didn't even acknowledge I was there I started mumbling "y/n, please" over and over again, doing anything I could to get her out of this trance. I grabbed her face "please baby, look at me, I'm right here" I pleaded, but she just stared blankly at me, it was like she didn't even see me. This scared me, no, terrified me, she's bleeding and she doesn't even look like she cares! I expected her to be a little messed up, but not THIS messed up
~third pov~
Jason kept trying everything he could to snap her out of it, but nothing was working. A few minutes ago, Tim and Damian went to get Bruce and Alfred while Dick stayed with y/n and Jason, who had managed to move y/n from the ground and onto her bed, with help from Dick, but she still wasn't acting right. She blankly stared at the ceiling "she was like a ragdoll" Jason mumbled, looking down at his shaking hands "dead weight in my arms, what's wrong with her Dick?" I-I don't know, but Alfred will know, we just need to wait" Jason mumbled "yeah" under his breath as he scootched a chair next to y/n, he still felt scared, he felt helpless and he hated it. He was angry, angry that this happened when he wasn't there, angry because he can't do anything for his girl, he can't even wake her up
y/n's school uniform was in shreds, just enough material to cover her body. Her hair was a mess and dried blood covered her body, Jason tried fixing her hair, tucking what he could behind her ears so he could see her beautiful, as always face, then licked his thumb to try and get some of the dried blood off her face
After they got y/n on the bed, Tim and Damian came back with a medical ready Alfred, Bruce following close behind. Alfred went straight to it, examining every cut, bruise, inflammation, or red mark "she's got several broken ribs, a partially healed broken leg, minor cuts, and bruises all over, and broken glass in her knees" he listed off, noting every single mark she had. "but why isn't she responding?" Jason asked, not even letting go of her hand "I tried getting her up and making her look at me, but she just stared at me as if I wasn't there"Jason said, remembering the look she had, like she saw nothing, "she's in shock" Alfred explained "other that giving her some antibiotics....I'm afraid there's nothing we can do for her right now"