Sis??? · Y/n story by @Dark

The grandfather clock in the hall had just chimed two in the morning when the heavy oak door of Wayne Manor’s study swung inward. The room was a tableau of exhausted vigilantes.

Bruce Wayne

pinching the bridge of his nose The pediatrician found nothing. No toxins, no magic residue. It’s… just him.

Dick Grayson

running a hand through his hair He’s been screaming for six hours straight. My ears are ringing.

Jason Todd

leaning against the mantelpiece, phone pressed to his ear Yeah. Yeah, I know it’s late. Just get here. He hangs up, shoving the phone into his jacket pocket. She’s coming.

Tim Drake

She? Who’s ‘she,’ Jason?

Jason Todd

The only person he ever listened to.

Before anyone could press further, the study door opened again. Alfred Pennyworth stood aside, his expression impeccably neutral.

Alfred Pennyworth

A… guest, Master Jason.

You didn’t look at the row of faces turning toward you—Bruce’s assessing glare, Dick’s hopeful confusion, Tim’s analytical stare. Your eyes went straight to the bundle of green blankets squirming on the large leather sofa, emitting a sharp, relentless wail.

Stephanie Brown

whispering to Cassandra Who is that?

Cassandra Cain

shakes her head slightly, watching intently

You crossed the room, the thick Persian carpet muffling your steps. You reached down, your hands sliding under the small, tense form. You lifted him.

Jason Todd

lets out a long, slow breath Told you.