Fallen Angel

Chapter 4- I... I have a daughter? (Pt 2)

Bruce POV-
I anxiously paced in the waiting room of Gotham General, my mind a hurricane of thoughts as I waited for the doctor to come out with news on Jason and Marinette's condition.

They were both currently in surgery, and my other kids, My best friend Clark Kent (Superman) and his son Jonathan Kent (Damians best friend/Superboy), Wally West (Kid Flash and Dick's best friend/crush), and Roy Harper (Arsenal and Jason's best friend/crush) were with us, and so was Marinette's crew of friends.

Jon was quietly trying to reassure a worried and anxious Damian, Dick was passed out with his head in Wally's lap, the speedster silently playing with his raven hair, and Roy was struggling to keep his emotions under control. I could see the fear and regret in his leaf green eyes, and his foot was tapping quickly as he stared at photos of him and Jason on his phone. I took a quick glance at Nino, who was staring at the floor emotionlessly, his hoodie and jeans soaked in Marinette's blood. Roy was drenched in Jason's, literally; blood was dripping from his once white shirt, and his blue jeans were red, and his face, hair, and hands were stained a dark red with my sons blood. It looked like someone had a giant paint brush and painted him with blood.

Roy had gotten to Jason before we did, and Roy ended up killing Tom Dupain, but the red head didn't come out of the fight unscathed. He was littered with bruises and wounds, and he was refusing to let the doctors give him stitches and bandages. The archer suddenly let out a shout of stress and other emotions and threw his phone at the wall and kicked his chair across the room, tears streaming down his face. All of us watched as he punched the wall over and over again, making a crater in the plaster until his fists started bleeding. I went over to him and pulled him into a hug, wrapping my arms tightly around the teenager. Roy started to break down, and he hugged me back, crying into my chest, his entire frame shaking as he cried.

Tim was on his phone while Chloe slept on his shoulder, the blonde covered in blood as well, and Tim had an arm around her shoulders. Alix was texting someone on her phone while Kim leaned against her, and Clark was watching the hallway where Jason had been rushed down several hours before. Little Mar'i was asleep on Alfred, who was reading a book.

All of a sudden, Clark cleared his throat quietly. "Bruce, the doc is coming," he said, and Roy snapped his head around, and I turned to face the approaching doctor. "How is he- how are they? Are my kids going to be okay? Are they alive?!" I blurted, praying to every god out there that Jason and Mari would be okay. Dick and Chloe jolted awake as I spoke, and we're up in seconds. The doctor nodded. "They are going to be okay, Mr. Wayne. Their surgeries went well, though we need to have blood transfusions from one of you, because we ran out of blood. Your kid's systems kept draining the blood bags at an alarming speed-" he was cut off by Roy and Damian. "I'll do it!" They interrupted in unison, and Nino spoke after them. "Can we see them? Please?" He begged, looking the doctor in the eye. The man nodded. "Yes, right this way, if you would" he said, and we quickly followed him down several halls until we got to the top floor, where Jason amd Marinettes room was.

When I slowly entered the room, my heart completely broke. Roy shot to Jason's side, and Chloe and Nino were at Marinette's side in seconds. Both of my kids were unconscious, and they both looked horrible: they were covered in bruises, stitches, broken bones, cuts and bandages, had a cast on their arms, and were covered in blood. Jason's raven black hair was stained a dark red from blood, and the white streak in his hair was barely visible. With him lying on the hospital bed, I took in how skinny he looked, Marinette being even more skinny.

I stared at Marinette, shock running through me.

So, this was Jason's little sister, my daughter that I had no idea existed. She had raven blue hair that looked like Sabines, pale skin, and was rail skinny. I wondered what color her eyes were, and I wondered what she was like. Hopefully I would be able to find out. Deep down, all the terrible things that had happened to Marinette were what I was forever going to blame myself for.

No one else was to blame for this except me, and I knew that it was my fault. No one could ever convince me otherwise.

"Bruce, I know that look. This isn't your fault," Dick said, coming over to me. I sighed as Roy laid on the bed with Jason and pulled the vigilante into him, wrapping his arms around him. "Yes, it is, Dick. If I'd have known about Marinette, none of this would have happened to her, and my kids wouldn't be lying in a hospital on the brink of death. I could have been the father she needed, and Sabine would probably still be alive if I had known. I could have protected them, been there for them..." I said quietly, just as the doctors walked in with the blood transfusions.

I noticed Jon staring at Marinette, and I could see a pink tint dusted on his face, barely, but still noticeable. My eyes narrowed as Clark glanced at me and to Jon and back, but I stayed silent. If he hurt Marinette in any way, Damian's friend and Clark's son or not, I would fry him with kryptonite. I would kill Roy if he hurt Jason as well, same with Wally and Dick. These were my kids. I wasn't going to let anyone hurt them, or get away with hurting them. My family is my world, and I'll protect them with everything I have and more.

Damian, Nino and Chloe followed my gaze to look at Jon, and I have never seen Damian's face look so protective as it did at that moment. Nino silently studied Jon with a brotherly glint in his brown eyes that gleamed dangerously, and Chloe only grinned mischievously, like she had a plan, Alix too. Cass looked at me, and shook her head. "Leave it," she whispered in amusement. I gave her a protesting look, but I was interrupted by Mar'i. "Grandpa Bruce? Is Uncle Jay and Auntie Nettie gonna be okay?" She asked.

I was silent for several long seconds, and everyone was staring at me. With tears in my eyes, I looked down at the floor. "I don't know, Sweetheart. Im praying that they will be. I can't lose any more of my kids. I can't go through that again," I shakily said, sitting in a chair.

"God, please let my kids be alright. Let them come home to us, where they belong. It's not their time yet. Let them come home to me, please."