𝘿𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨|| 𝘽𝙣𝙝𝙖 𝙓 𝙏𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙏𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙨

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚( second tattoo)

𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙬𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙜.

Two bandaged fists swung at the leather of the bag.

(Edit, I've realized there's some who can't see the form so from now on I'll type in the regular fonts again under for them. Cool? Cool.)

Sending more punches into the swaying bag filled with cement and rocks turned into dust, the spring connecting to the ceiling for its support creaking for its dear life at the harshness of the force sent into it.

'Left jab,duck...No that's too predictable at the angle I'm doing it. Ugh what did Basty teach me again?'

She was about to send another format when a soft knock hit onto the sky grey wooden door.

"Who is it?" She breathed out, ashy, bruised knee connecting with the surface of the bag as the brute force pushed it back a little.

"It is Alfred, Master Wayne is requesting for your presence." He replied back, voice muffled by the thickness of the door that separated them.

"Ok. Thanks Al, tell him I'll be up in 10,"

"Of course Miss Konstaninovna," His footsteps becoming fainter by the seconds that passed.

"Al its (Y/N)..." She huffed, slumping onto her black soft bean bag rested in the corner, towel covered upon her eyes. The said girl releasing a sigh of relief as the tenseness of her muscles faded away slowly, posture sinking further into the tempting furniture before arubtly standing up on her toes.

(Y/N) really didn't want to move nor do anything for that matter, only thing she dreamt about every night was sitting on the couch with a bunch of snacks surrounding her, salted caramel sugary dessert in one hand and milk boba in the other. But sadly, life doesn't go that planned does it?

'Dammit! Why couldn't I be a couch potato instead?!' She thought, tugging on some grey sweatpants on with sliders and a long sleeved shirt before leaving the room. 'I wonder what he wants though...'

In all of her 7 years living in this mansion, she had never expected for him to call her for something, it was strange. The first time she arrived, wide doe eyes behind rounded glasses gawking at everything in awe and curiosity as the man tugged her gently to move forward, unruly (h/l) hair bouncing everytime she took a hesitant step into the carpets.

She had mostly talked to Alfred, Damien and ...Dick. She got along slightly with Damien although his brashness for his age annoyed her to the brim of messing up his pretty boy face, not that she would ever admit it to him. She thought Dick was fine, the disliking probably started when she witnessed one of his spars with Mr Wayne, Alfred sparing a single glance to the invested (h/c) who clung to his suit with tiny hands, eyes flickering back and forth to the movements they made.
She got angry when he hit one of his batons on Wayne's back, him groaning a bit as her small but long strides ran over to them, kicking him in the shin for hurting her new guardian before sending a punch into his gut.

Now I tell you he was shocked when he saw the little girl running up to them, his fist ready to hit the old man's face as he felt a pange of pain in his shin, caught off guard by the action before the hard blow came, a sharp pain in his gut as he wheezed on his knees, Bruce letting out a chuckle of amusement after he saw what happened near him.

She cackled internally at the memory, legs stopping in front of his office room as she slid through the door, not bothering to knock or warn him about her presence.

"Hey Batsy, what do you need from me?" She questioned.

"I told you not to call me that." The man groaned in annoyance.

"Nope, I'm still calling you that."

"Take a seat."

"The teens titans need your help,"

"Oh? Elaborate,"