Bats x Reader Oneshots

Batfam-Falling Bird Part 2

note:Nightwing is Y/n's adopted father, you are 13 and he is 27. Jason is 25, Tim is 22, and Damian is 18. You are Nightingale, Nightwings partner.
tw:death, cursing, blood, gore, violence, gorey descriptions

He didn't dodge.

A startled gasp escaped my throat as the world seemed to freeze. Deathsrokes arm was still stretched as his sword was plunged straight through Nightwing.

"It didn't have to be like this little bird. I wanted you to take over my reign once, we could have been the perfect team." His words were like a fork against a chalkboard.

Nightwing just stood shocked, still glaring at Deathstroke even with a sword plunged through him.

"GAHHHHH!" I jumped down from my position, cape flickering behind me, my bo staff in my hand as I plummeted towards the ground. I rammed into Deathstroke causing him to release his sword. My vision was red as I continued to hit him again and again.

"So you're the bird Nightwing has taken under his wing. You show potential just as he had at your age." His confident voice and words only made me angrier as I relentlessly jabbed at him with my staff.

The amount of anger I felt was suffocating, I had not even gotten this upset with my biological father or mothers death.

"YOU WILL REGRET THIS!" I continued to slash as he barely dodged most of my attacks, getting hit when I would fake out a hit. I was moving quicker than I ever have.

Deathstroke pulled put his bo staff when he got a moment, trying to even out the fight and take an advantage. I kept hitting and striking in ways I never thought I could. We got to stand still as we held out staffs against each other, staring one another down.

I let one hand off my staff, Deathstroke barely gaining even with me using only one hand. I reached into my utility belt and grabbed a dagger, before stabbing him in the ribs. He stumbled back from the impact and I used to opportunity to grab two more daggers and shoved them into his right forearm and gut, grunting from impact. I punch him again and again, kicking him in the gut plunging the dagger even deeper. It was a constant attack. Right hook, left kick, elbow, left jab, right upper cut, round house kick. Punch. Punch. Jab. Kick. Punch. Upper cut. Punch. Jab. Kick. Punch. Punch. PUNCH.

Deathstroke
He walked into the shadows before disappearing.

My heart was beating so loud it was the only thing I could hear, I turned back to look at Nightwing. He was laying on the ground in a pool of his blood as his chest barely moved.

"Nightwing!" I ran to his side, clicking a button on my arm to call my bike. I placed my hands on his chest around the sword, attempting to slow the blood flow.

"Hey hey hey hey, talk to me Dad, hey c'mon!" He was pale and was sweating with rigid breathes.

"I-I got you Dad- you're going to be fine. You just need to talk to me an-and stay responsive." I began to stutter as my breathing picked up from panic. I couldn't lose him- I couldn't lose my Dad. Not now, not ever.

Screeching came from the entrance of the alley way as my bike pulled up next to me. Nightwing's eyes were closed now as his breathing continued in irregular patterns.

"C'mon Dad, we have- we have to get you help." I go through a major mental debate of whether or not to remove the sword. On one hand if I leave it in it will keep the wound from bleeding too much but it could get jostled on the ride and go deeper along with cut up the tissue more. On the other hand if I remove it the blood will flow more but I won't have to worry about him getting anymore cut up.

Making a decision I remove my cape, slowly pulling the sword out till it clattered onto the ground. Moving as quick as possible I wrapped my cape around the wound, layering it and tying it as tight as possible without restricting his breathing.