Batfam Oneshots

Benched Part 1

Prompt: (kind of a cliche one, but oh well). You were at one time one of Bruce's wards. You stayed and ended up another vigilante. After a mission fails because of you, Bruce benches you. 

Ages:

Alfred: Immortal

Bruce: 45

Dick:26

Jason: 22

Tim: 19

Reader:20

Damian: 13

Italics are your thoughts

What did I do wrong?

You know what you did.

You landed another punch to the training dummy.

And another.

And Another.

I only did what they said. I tried. I tried so hard to follow everything they said.

But you didn't, did you? You did what you wanted.

Another punch,

A short combo.

I do everything they ask. No matter what it is. No matter what I have planned. This whole thing comes first.

Another combo

You wanted this.

How does it feel?

Another punch.

You can't do anything right.

Another punch

You only bring everyone around you down.

Another combo

Do you really think they want you here?

You hit the dummy hard again and again. You were completely zoned out. Entirely lost inside your own mind.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and out of instinct you pivoted to the right and punched. You processed the groan of pain before processing the rest of the situation.

"Shit. Where'd you learn to hit like that?" Jason groaned from the floor. His nose was bleeding and probably broken. He was still in his Red Hood attire aside from his helmet and mask on his motorcycle.

Good job. You just hurt someone else.

"Jason, I'm so sorry. I-" You started, but Jason just waved you off.

"It's no big deal. I've had worse" Jason smirked "I mean it didn't kill me."

"Jason..." You groaned helping him up. Jason just laughed. But it was cut short when he caught sight of your bruised and bleeding knuckles.

You wanted him to say something, anything. But he didn't, he just stared long and hard at you like he was trying to read what was bothering you. Granted it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out.

"Why?" Jason asked and you did what always you do. Dodge the question

"Why, what?" you asked, pulling your hand away from Jason.

"You know what, (y/n), "Jason deadpanned

"I don't think I do." You replied, turning around to walk away. Jason groaned but made no move to stop you.

Part of you wanted him to. The other part of you knew you would probably hit him again if he tried. But you also didn't want to deal with the voices in your head alone. Yet, you were afraid that asking for help would make you look weak like you couldn't handle it all.