𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗶𝗿𝗱 • Damian Wayne x Female Insert/Reader

Nightwing

Bruce took you out on patrol that night. He ordered Damian to stay home due to the trouble he had caused at his business.

"Where are we going this time, Miss Frizzle?" You asked, laughing at your own stupid joke.

"Arkham." Was all he said.

You sighed.

"What?" Bruce asked. "You scared?"

"Yes."

"How's Damian?"

"Why do you keep asking me that?" You whined, throwing your head back.

"Because he seems to have taken a liking to you."

"He has?" You sat up. "How do you know?"

Bruce smirked.

"I mean, it's not like I care. 'M just curious." You said cooly, crossing your arms and looking out the window as you tried to appear nonchalant.

"Mm.."

You pulled up to the dreaded asylum in the pouring rain, and were greeted by the Commissioner. He complimented you on your hair, which you wore up in a bun, and you nodded, before slipping your hood off and stepping deeper into the asylum.

"She's cold.." Gordon whispered.

"All the Black Birds are." Bruce responded, before following you.

You passed by many cells, more than you liked to count, until you heard a disturbing groaning and grunting.

Killer Croc.

Batman had a run in with him the other night, and was clearly linking something with him and al Ghul's death.

As you stepped into the cell, Gordon spoke.

"Croc's still coming down from whatever juice he was on."

"The drugs he was stealing were mutagens." Batman said. "I think we have a pretty good idea for whom."

"He looks rough." You commented. "I could rip his tail off right now if I wanted to. Do you think the Doc was medicating him?"

"There's no point." Gordon replied. "He's too far gone to interrogate. And if he wasn't, I'm not sure he'd talk."

"Let's find out." Batman muttered, stepping forward, just out of Croc's reach.

Croc thrashed around, trying to attack the Bat, but failed non the less. He finished, a panting mess.

"You're falling apart, Croc. You're even shedding your scales." You looked down to the scales on the floor as Batman continued. "It's over. You got the last fix you're going to get from Langstrom. Where is he?"

Croc looked up. "Screw you."

Batman paused, before looking down to Croc's tail and ripping it off. Croc let out a scream of pure agony as Batman threw the tail towards you and the commissioner.

"I didn't mean literally." You muttered to the Commissioner, stepping away from the severed limb.

"They're afraid to medicate you, Croc." Batman spoke over Croc's screams. "They don't want to get to close." He stepped forward. "But I'm mot afraid. You help me, I'll help you."

Croc fessed up in no time, whimpering like a dog all the while. His descriptions and claims led you to an warehouse building. The place was completely abandoned, lights off.

Both you and the Bat whipped out flashlights, investigating the home. It was semi-normal. A high luxury building with couches and tables. Speaking of tables, there was a shirkin lodged into what you assumed to be the dining table. Batman picked it up, examining it, before putting it back down.

You continued to explore, before you found a door that smelled off. Of rubbing alcohol, and glass. You opened it, and found a lab. Batman appeared behind you, and you both stepped in.

The farther you went, the more disturbing it got. Many foreign machines and chemical cocktails. Then, you saw a hatch. You jabbed Batman with your elbow, before motioning to it.

You both entered the hatch, and hopped down. Inside were cages, filled with beasts of all kinds.

You looked around, seeing hybrids from all around the animal kingdom.

"Well, this isn't creepy at all." You muttered, pointing your flashlight at a half-fish-half-scorpion.

"Shh." Batman hissed, pointing to a cage that had been broken open.

You both looked up, to see something hanging off the ceiling. Suddenly, the creature roared, revealing itself to be a half-bat-half-gorilla.

You jumped back as it leapt to you, pulling out your batons that were electrically charged.

They weren't that much different from Grayson's. Two metal sticks. Yet, you had to ability to electrocute people with them, fuse them together to make a staff, and make make spikes point out on either end.

Speaking of Grayson, he called Bruce on your way back home.

"Talk."

"Missing something?"

"Not in the mood for games." Bruce hissed.

"I have a kid here. Says he's your son and Lorri's 'partner'."

"Hey!"

You heard Damian's muffled voice on the call.

"Oh, sorry. He didn't say partner. He said 'beloved'."

Bruce sighed. "Be right there."