Batfamily one shots, preferences, headcanons and imagines

Dick Grayson x Enemy reader pt 2

A part 2 was requested by Reading_by_Starlight and now I'm delivering, but I don't know if this was what you wanted...

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Dick was walking through his apartment when he saw his roommate standing by the kitchen opening. It looked like she was holding something and trying to hide it.

"Y/n, what's that in your hand?"

"A pan!" you yelled and ran out of the kitchen.

"No! That's not something you play with!"

"But Rapunzel did and she's 16," you retorted.

You have slowly acclimatized yourself to society with the help of Dick and some of his family. It had taken you a few weeks to heal and you had used it to learn about the world away from Joker. You had just watched Rapunzel a few days ago and were picking up some habits Dick could live without. You ran while laughing, but the moment the doorbell rang, you flinched.

"Do you want to go get it or should I?" Dick asked kindly.

He had been working hard to help you with your trauma, but you were terrified of Joker coming to take you back. Knocking on the door or doorbells still scared you and caused you to withdraw into yourself.

"Can you."

"Sure."

Dick opened the door for Damian to be there with Titua and Ace.

"Grayson, I've come to see if L/n would like to take the boys on a walk?"

"Yes!" You jumped to grab your sweater since it was currently fall outside, but not raining for once. You rushed to leave until Dick held your arm.

Dick's eyebrow was raised as he asked, "And the pan?"

You suddenly realized that you were still holding the pan.

"Oh yeah, I can't take if you want to make food while I'm gone. It's okay Damian probably has a knife I can borrow."

Dick gave Damian a look, while Damian scoffed at his assumption that he wouldn't take care of you outside. Damian was the first of the family to accept you and willingly interacted with you.

Jason was the last to come around because he didn't want a reminder of his death by Joker. He had never told them before, but he vaguely remembered someone taking some of the crowbar hits for him. He'd always felt like that had been a delusion, but considering your trauma it was likely you.

You liked all the bats and knew the importance of secrete identities from your Mama. You swore no matter what torture you were put through, you would never tell. You had received nothing but kindness from Dick and your Mama told you to always repay it.

"So, what have you decided, L/n?"

You looked to Damian as you guys walked behind the playing Titus and Ace.

"I haven't decided if I want to do psychology, literature, or nursing. I could probably do a double degree, but that's no fun~"

You had been encouraged by Babs to go to school and Bruce promised to pay your tuition. It's just you had too many things you were interested in and weren't used to having choices.

"Why not do a major in nursing and a minor in psychology?"

You hummed, "maybe."

The walk ended pretty soon after and you returned to the apartment. You smiled as you pulled out the key to the door. It meant that it was your home and no one could lock you out if you were bad.

"I'm back!"

You smelled something good and walked to the kitchen to see Dick finishing up some Mac and cheese. [If you lactose intolerant, my condolences and it's lactose free for you then;)]

You ate dinner happily considering how new some foods were and you got to eat them warm. You thought about what Damian had said earlier that day and decided to go along with his idea. It was like he made the decision for you, but it was also something you wanted to do. You let Bruce know as much and he calmy signed you up for the semester that was beginning in a few days. It was pretty last minute, but not impossible for Bruce Wayne.

You had fun learning new things and you were surprisingly knowledgeable in psychology. Considering who your Mama is, it made sense. You got a part-time job and learnt to pay for rent and your share of the bills with Dick. He was so proud you had moved forward so much. You still have your struggles and your trauma would never disappear, but you were comfortable now. It was getting closer to one year since Dick had rescued you and you've become irreplaceable in his life.

You were walking home one day when you saw a familiar person at the corner of the block. Blonde hair in a bun with sunglasses covering most of her face and her two pet hyenas sitting by her feet.

"Mama..."

Harley smiled and didn't say a word, she just checked you over.

"Are you happy, baby?"

You nodded, unable to express all the good things in your life now.

"Well, you Papa isn't, and he sent me to bring you home."

The next second a huge van pulled up beside you and your reactions were delayed. You hadn't been in fights or life and death scenarios for almost a year so you were severely caught off guard.

"No! Mama, why?"

Your Mama had always been the one bright spot in your life, but now she was helping bring you back. Harley walked away without answering you. But somehow you knew that she always prioritized Joker over you. She could be the caring Mama to you to keep you obedient, but she didn't really love you.

You curled in a ball in the back of the van with two goons watching and sneering at you.

"Boss said to go to to his new amusement park, use them to try out the new rides."

Despair filled your heart. Joker's amusement parks were his torture rooms with all the toys he could think of in there. You realized you weren't being brought back to fight, but for information.

It didn't take long for Dick to notice you were missing and to have everyone start searching. Bruce thought it might have to do with a new warehouse he'd been investigating related to Joker. They rushed to the scene and came in at fill strength to rescue you. But what invited them was a heavy smell of blood.

They further in they went the worse it smelt of blood. Dick's hands were trembling by the time they found a mangled body in a rusty chair. If he didn't recognize your features and the clothes you had worn that day, he wouldn't believe it was you.

"No..."

You had endured everything Joker had given you with a smile. You kept your promise of never revealing any information to repay the Batfamily's kindness. It broke everyone's hearts and killed Dick.

In the end, you had killed them with kindness. Bravery. And, sacrifice.