Ask To Be Unbroken (Batfamily x reader)

Part 2 Chapter One: Almost a Fresh Start

AN: I told you I was writing a sequel! And I'm not dead I swear! So, this takes place almost right after the last part, it's like a month after what I wrote. Just note that this touches on some darker subjects than the last one, like lots of violence and talks of bad mental health. It's not until a bit later, but just know you have been warned.

1st POV

I was back at school now after a month or something of being stuck at home after the explosion. It was hard to tell the people at school what happened and why I disappeared, so I lied. I have to lie a lot to these people and I always feel bad. I feel like these people deserve better because of the shit show of a city they live in, but here I am lying anyway. I just lied and told them that I was in a plane crash, and this story was pre-approved by dad by the way, and that I got the most injured out of my family. Now this story was kept quiet by Wayne Enterprises because they didn't need these stories getting out, but I was allowed to tell it because I wasn't just going to keep these people guessing. Now regarding how everything healed. I still have my leg bandaged as it tries to heal from having a building support go straight through it, and my tailbone is trying to heal again too since it nearly broke and the fracture from the first time got a bit deeper. Then with literally every other injury it healed in record time and I was forced to have a brace on my wrist after I broke it in the rubble. School has grown to be very boring though and not as fun as when I have Dick basically teach it to me, but he isn't around to do that anymore either since he went back to Bludhaven. So now I am stuck in school, and almost essentially alone in the manor. Yes, I do in fact see Tim, but not often because he tends to lock himself in his room like I do, but he's investigating something and not sleeping with a cup of coffee always in his hands. Dad is always busy with work, so my only friend is Alfred yet again.

The letters I received from Jason have ceased, so I have to assume someone caught on to him being around and fled. Maybe he found some good people that understand him? God, I hope so... but I better hear from him on my birthday. I thought to myself. I mean I understand why he's gone. For christ's sake, I'm Batgirl, though on hiatus from the building explosion. My dad and Alfred want me on crutches until it actually closes, and no one beats an argument with Alfred. So here I am, defenseless on these stupid crutches. They're giving me too much attention at school, and the attention is really starting to bother me. I'm used to being alone or with my friends in the hallways casually talking. Life couldn't get more mundane. I miss donning my cape and cowl and going out with dad, and sometimes Tim, and even when Dick visits. It was my alter ego, but also a huge part of me. I mean I have worked that suit, well it and its other variations, for years. It's like a second skin for me, and I just want it back. I have even started to train in secret while dad goes out to train without my crutches, but Alfred sometimes catches me and drags me back upstairs. I growl each time, but today would be different. I knew that it was a grocery night and dad was really busy with a new case that has been happening with all these science things being stolen in bits and pieces as well as different chemicals, so he's been trying to track them down for a long time now. So that gave me the perfect opportunity to sneak downstairs and into the Batcave to train by myself. So I change into some more mobile clothes and make my way down to the elevator to take me to the cave.

Once I was inside, it hadn't changed a bit. It was dark, damp, and cold. Just like a cave should be. I started to look around to make sure Tim wasn't home either to tell on me, and saw that his bike was gone so I was safe. The bats were flying around after I turned on the lights and disturbed them, but that made my eyes catch the hall of suits that dad started when Jason died to honor him. He hung up every suit he gave us that he could find and it was always fun to look at, like a museum almost. All three generations of my suit stood there and glistened under the fancy display lights and it brought a smile to my face. That display case is next to dad's case corkboard. There I saw a letter with an envelope with my name on it, well my alter ego's name on it. I got a closer look at it and it looked like terrible handwriting, but I still wanted to know more. So I picked it up and saw the yellow wax seal on it, and inside it just said "You're next". Literally, that's it. I tried looking on the corkboard for more clues and that was when I saw the news headline of Joker escaping prison a week or two after I went on my hiatus of being Batgirl. That made my eyes nearly pop out of my head, making me worry that I was on Joker's hit list, but that also motivated me to train even more. So I did. I trained with just some granola bars and a bunch of water for several hours, not even bothering to check what time it was. I just had the bat computer to play some of my music while I trained. I could feel my muscles finally stretch and contract in a less lazy manner since I was finally freed from being a stiff average citizen. My training session was cut short though when I heard Alfred pull into the garage, so I quickly grabbed my crutches and went back upstairs. The rest of the night though that letter stuck in my mind and I wanted to know who it was from because there was nothing indicating who it was from on the letter or the corkboard. Luckily when I went upstairs and into the kitchen, Alfred offered me a snack that he had just bought for me and I gladly ate it, easily taking my mind off that letter.