Ask To Be Unbroken (Batfamily x reader)

Chapter 6: Recollections

***back to 1st person in (Y/n)'s pov

I woke up with the most stabbing headache and muscle pain I probably have ever experienced. I was in an unfamiliar room, and I was tied up. I was able to feel around that what I was tied up with was just some rope, but when I started to cut at it with my wrists, I noticed my gloves were gone. I was thinking that my wrists and only my wrists were tied up, but I was in fact wrong and they were tied against my back with the rope going around my waist. I was able to feel my hair, but it wasn't all around my eyes so that means that my cowl was still on my face which was a relief because that's usually the motivation of most of the kidnappings I've gone through, my family's identities. I started to try to figure out if there were any ways out, but I noticed my feet were tied up so they couldn't help me in any sort of way either. I couldn't get up and kick down a door and escape, and I couldn't fight my way out at all. This was truly frustrating. When I started to try and reach for the pressure point in the bat symbol in my chest that had a tracking device in it, my captor entered the room. It was the Red Hood himself so I sat back up and tried to stay attentive as he talked to me, and would probably dish demands for bat dad.

"You're finally awake. Good. I have a few things to ask you." The Red Hood told me.

"Ok shoot," I said in return.

He laughed and shot the ceiling, then said, "Alright I did! The first question is, has Robin in this city changed? I haven't seen the dynamic duo in a while."

"Yes, there's a new Robin, not always on active duty like I am though," I answer calmly without giving too much away.

"Alright... so I have been replaced. Damn it, Bruce..." he muttered something before asking something again, "Has he replaced Batgirl too? This is a new suit I've never seen before in all my life."

I didn't know what to say because if I said yes then he would probably know my secret identity, but if I said no, I'm sure that violence would ensue, so I just stayed quiet.

"Answer me!" He shot me right next to my foot to scare me, which worked, and he asked again, "Has Batgirl been replaced?!"

I still didn't say a word, but that was when his tough grip was around my hair and he yanked me off the ground and asked me one more time, "Has. Batgirl. Been replaced? Answer me or I'll hurt you."

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes because of the pain I was in, so I gave in to his demands and told him, "No she hasn't changed!"

I was quickly dropped to the floor and I was left to deal with my own pain and injuries once more. He backed away from me as if he had done something catastrophic and that he didn't mean it. I didn't believe this man had any humanity because he killed a bunch of people and also worked with mercenaries and mob bosses. That was when he cut the ropes around my arms and back and demanded that I take off my helmet. I did so, hoping no more gunshots would be aimed at me, and to relieve my head from the tight helmet. I took it off and dropped it on the floor and looked up at him to see if he was happy. The eyes in his mask nearly popped out of his head. That was when this killer hugged me, but I pushed him off me and backed away from him since he had just freed my hands from me. I was really uncomfortable and frankly, I was a little frightened by this man. He started muttering "I'm so sorry" over and over again where it got to the point that it was annoying, and where I had the chance to untie my legs. That was when I got a hand on a Batarang and aimed it at him and demanded that he tell me who he was and how he knew Bruce. That was when I heard the words uttered to me, "You have the right to know", which was something Jason used to tell me when he was having to keep secrets of being Robin and training with dad before I got recruited. That was when the hiss of the helmet from his head brought me back to reality and that was when I saw my brother's face with a domino mask on. I fell on the floor in pure shock. I saw my brother get put six feet under at my own home's graveyard. I saw my dad pull his dead body out of an exploded shack in the middle of nowhere in the Middle East. This man only existed in my persistent nightmares and dreams where I still wished that he was alive. That was when I absolutely lost it. I couldn't handle it. He couldn't be real, this must be a dream, a nightmare probably. I curled up in a ball so I didn't have to see who this fake Jason was so I could just be alone with my thoughts.

A hand touched my shoulder, and I flinched in response. I looked up from my knees and saw Jason's real face, without the domino mask, looking down at me. He then sat down in front of me and said that he was so sorry for all the pain that he has caused. He also apologized for the gunshots which he knows is something that always makes me jump when I don't have adrenaline coursing through my body. I then grabbed his hand as I used to when I was really little and I would get scared to make sure it was real, that it was his real hands, and that I wasn't dreaming. When I touched it I felt the curves and dips that I was so familiar with and it made me want to cry even more. I jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly. I couldn't stop the flow of tears coming from my eyes. I started telling him how much I missed him, and how happy I was to have him back. He started to apologize for every ounce of pain he had caused me. The touching moment had to stop though when the Red- I mean Jason, asked me to stay in this run-down building, not to go back to dad, or who he just called Bruce, and to not communicate with them at all. I had told him about the tracking device, but he had destroyed it already. That was all he told me before he disappeared and left me in this dinky and smelly apartment. Jason did this for a few nights consecutively, but one night I figured out where he brought me when I saw the tattered wallpaper I used to get yelled at for peeling and the chair that I had to sit on for time out. Jason had brought me back into our old home right off of Crime Alley in Gotham. That nearly made me shed a tear in my eye that he remembered something so silly like that, but I tried not to focus on the other nightmare which was the time that I saw my own mother dead on the floor. Because after that, that was also my first trip to the orphanage. I hated it there and they hated me because they loved dangerous discipline. They would sometimes starve us, whip or belt us, and one lady that worked there just liked to take her anger out on naughty children with their bare hands.