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Burn It Down (Batfamily x Reader)

Prompt: You are another of Bruce's to many wards you get caught up with the wrong crowd and end up taking the fall for something stupid. Bruce gets you out of serious trouble, but then you have to actually explain what happened.

Ages:

Alfred: Immortal

Bruce: 43

Dick: 26

Jason: 22

Tim: 18

Reader: 17

Damian: 12

WARNINGS: attempted rape, alcohol, cussing

To put it simply you weren't talking. The minute they brought you into interrogation. You said you wanted your phone call. Which meant you had to call the one person you really didn't want to.

"Hello."

"It's me." You said "I fucked up. I fucked up bad."

"What's wrong, what happened?"

"Look I don't have long this is my one call. I'm at GCPD. I need your help."

You did get to hear his response before the phone cut off.

Fuck

Timeskip Cause I'm lazy

The officer at the desk handed you your stuff back as Bruce signed the few release forms. He hadn't said one word to you and honestly, it was starting to frighten you. He slid the clipboard back across the desk a little too hard causing it to clatter to the floor. You flinched just slightly at the loud noise. Bruce tossed you a baseball hat and you wordlessly put it on.

"The media already got word of your little stunt. Keep your head down and don't answer any questions." Bruce said.

As soon as the doors opened the bright flashes of hundreds of cameras and the reporters lined up trying to get your attention was enough to make you consider going back to the holding cell. You followed close behind Bruce keeping your head low.

"Ms. (y/l/n) is it true?" One reporter asked

"No comment," Bruce answered

"Mr. Wayne, did you encourage these actions?" Another asked

"No comment."

"Ms. (y/l/n) were there others involved?" another asked

"No comment."

"Mr. Wayne were you aware of Ms. (y/l/n) actions or intentions?" asked another

"No Comment."

"Ms. (y/l/n) were you under the influence during your actions?" asked another as Alfred opened the door for you and Bruce to get in the car.

"No, comment," Bruce said as Alfred shut the door behind him, getting in and driving off.

Only once you were out of the parking lot did you let out a sigh of relief. Bruce immediately glared at you and you knew you were in for it.

You waited expectantly. You knew you deserved it. But Bruce didn't say a thing. He let the tension build trying to make you break your silence and explain. And it worked.

"Look I get that you pissed at me but you have to understand that this wasn't my fault." You said okay maybe you were fibbing a bit about it not being your fault. Bruce turned that famous glare towards you and you flinched.

"What part wasn't your fault? Bruce asked sarcastically " The alcohol? The vandalism? Or the warehouse that got burnt down?"

"I left before the warehouse was completely torched so don't try and pin that one on me." You snapped back