Violet (Batboys Fanfic)

Thick Thighs McGee

My alarm goes off blaring "Play of the Game" music from Overwatch. I stick my arm out of the warm sanctuary of my blankets and pound my finger on the home button to get it to shut up. I groan groggily and curl into a ball under my blankets. I don't want to get up.

Me and Tim stayed up pretty late last night talking. He was showing me some of the projects he was working on. It was actually pretty cool. When I brought in the donuts, he had been in the middle of finishing wiring a tiny robin shaped drone and connecting it to a small screen on one of the arms of his suit. He flew it around his room and showed me how it worked. It was pretty frickin' sweet.

Then Alfred came in and ruined our fun by forcing Tim to go to sleep because he had school the next morning. To be fair though, I had work in the morning too. So I just borrowed a t-shirt from Tim to sleep in since all of my clothes had been burnt to a crisp, and headed to bed.

And that is what brought me to be the groggy mess I am now.

I somehow manage to get my lazy ass out of bed and shuffle into the bathroom. I would normally take a shower, but since I'm going to be working at Starbucks today, I'll save my shower until after. I always shower after a shift there because otherwise the smell of coffee just permeates my skin and after a while it becomes overwhelming and starts to give me a headache. So I just brush my teeth and head back into the bedroom.

I survey my meager collection of clothes which consists of the jacket, shirt, jeans, bra, and underwear that I wore yesterday and Tim's shirt. I really need to go shopping after work. Stupid ass Firefly. Thanks a lot for burning all of my possessions besides my phone to a crisp. I mean, come on. Why did it have to be my building of all places. Just my luck.

I sniff both shirts and decide that the one I had been sleeping in smells better than the other, so I just slip on my bra and jeans. I then grab my phone and jacket and head out the door. I head down to the kitchen and grab a slice of toast with Nutella on it from Alfred before leaving the mansion.

The mansion was actually quite a bit closer to the city than how I pictured it. The nearest train stop was only a short walk away. When I board the train, I find the nearest seat and sit down. I fish a tangled pair of earbuds out of my pocket and shove them in my ears. I stare out the window at the gray Gotham skyline and get absorbed in my thoughts.

In the blink of an eye, my stop comes and I stand up and stretch. I drag my feet to Starbucks dreading the conversation I'm going to have to have with my boss. I mean, how do you tell your boss that your apartment burned down and to ask for an extended period off and an advance on your next check while you get everything sorted out? I just don't want my boss to get worried about me. I know she's going to wonder where I'll stay and I have no idea how I'm supposed to answer that. It's not like I can tell her I'm Bruce's new ward or related to anyone in the mansion since none of them have relatives. And I can't very well tell her that it's because he's Batman and that I'm from another dimension so he's looking after me.

I am really not looking forward to this conversation.

I push open the doors to Starbucks and start to head my way to the back.

"Violet!" I look up to see my manager and coworker rushing up to me. "I tried calling you, but you didn't pick up!" I glance at my phone, and sure enough there are two missed calls from my manager and one from my coworker Alaina.

Soon my manager is enveloping me in a hug. "I am so sorry to hear what happened! The friend you're staying with called and told us the whole situation. I'm giving you off as long as you need to get situated, and I also asked for an advance on this month's paycheck. If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call me." She hugs me again and hurries behind the counter to help some customers. The friend I'm staying with?