Y/n Wayne the blind Princess of Gotham, meets Matt Murdock who makes it his mission to train her and help her adapt to being blind. She later goes on to become the Duchess a feared anti-hero often found working with Daredevil.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
———
Jason had disappeared again, where to, no one knew. All that you had been told was he and Bruce had another one of their many fights, this time it had gotten physical.
You had only found out weeks after his disappearance. Having been in New York for the last two weeks.
You were amused to find out that he hadn't actually left Gotham, instead he was sitting across from you munching down his burger, the sounds made were disgusting and you thanked whatever God out there that you couldn't see it.
You listened with a smile as your older brother rambled on about how pissed off he was at Bruce, your unseeing eyes hidden behind a pair of tinted circular glasses.
The glasses were new, not the fact you were wearing them, just the fact that instead of them bearing the usual black tint you often wore it was now a dark purple.
Jason was the only sibling you confided in with your newest secret, a new name whispered amongst Gotham crooks and villains. He was against it at first, completely against it but when he saw you fight finally. His mind was changed.
If you learnt this much in two weeks, what could you do if you had two months. Or two years?
Jason wouldn't this but he could see the Bruce in you, how quickly and how resilient you were becoming. Someone who could match the Batman in skill despite not having sight, he'd stick by to help you figure all that stuff out.
So for now Jason would support your decision, help you from behind the computer for now until he'd be ready to come back as Red Hood. But for now he could settle with lunch dates with his little sister during the day and helping you kick ass during the night.
"So, you going back to New York so this Murdock guy can train you more?" Jason asked with a mouth full of burger and you grimaced at the sound of his chewing.
"I might not if I'm going to be hearing your chewing in more detail from now on." You grumbled, reaching out for your milkshake. Jason snorted in response, swallowing down his food.
"You can hear that?" He asks intrigued.
You only nodded in response, before shrugging. "'S not much. Matt can heat heartbeats, but he said if i continue focusing and blocking out noises I don't need to hear I'll get there soon enough."
Jason nodded along, you assumed by the sound of hair ruffling.
"So what can you hear so far?" He asked.
"Breathing, chewing, things far away sometimes, i can hear more sometimes and then other times i can't hear anything at all."
Jason hums, pausing to watch you, "you look happier." He blurts out, "i mean compared to how you were, stashed away in the manor."
You hide your smile behind the milkshake and Jason smiles, "I'm glad."
—
"Breathe," Matt instructs, hands on your shoulders. "Focus on his heartbeat, ignore mine, find him."
Your breathing evens out, and Matt can hear your heart slow down, relaxing from your earlier training as you tried to find the heartbeat of the other man in the room. "I can't—" you try to complain.
"Do it," Matt repeats, "focus."
Then you hear it, another heartbeat echoing through your ears coming from your, "left." You mutter and Matt grins, ruffling the top of your head.
"That's creepy," Peter's voice calls out, "it's like there's two of you now." His footsteps get closer, stopping right in front of you.
"I should properly introduce the two of you," Matt says. "Peter this is y/n Wayne. Kid, this is Peter Parker, he's Spider-Man."
"Spider-man?" You snorted, "what, were there no other names available?"
Peter groaned, crossing his arms like a pouty child. "Shut up," he grumbled.
"breaks over," Matt calls out and now its your turn to groan, all morning since you got back to New York he's been training you.
Starting with sitting silently in one place and picking out quieter sounds and now you were training to fight more.
Because no way in hell was Matt going to let you fight freely in Gotham city without further extensive training. So for now, you were getting your ass handed to you, and it sucked.
—
Bruce started at the screens in front of him, the sound of his youngest sons sparing in the background didn't phase him, he was getting irritated with the new presence in Gotham. Some newbie calling themselves Duchess, a who had never crossed paths with him by some miracle.
actually it seemed every time Bruce arrived on scene, the Duchess just disappeared, as if she had some sixth sense for him. There was limited footage of her too, just little blurs of shitty CCTV cameras of a girl with a bandana tied around her eyes and in full black. Hands wrapped in black bandages, any distinguished features covered up, leaving the possibilities of her identity to thousands of candidates.
The only other thing Bruce had on her being her constant travel between Gotham and New York, specifically Hell's Kitchen. But he got no leads from there, other than the Duchess being in cahoots with the Daredevil and his allies.
So, after hours of analysing footage, names and failing to hack into SHEILD's servers, the only thing Bruce had gotten was that this Duchess being; female and lives in Gotham or New York.
"Nothing?" Dick's voice comes from beside him, arms crossed as he leans back against the desk, sweating as he had just returned from patrol with Cass and Steph.
Bruce grunts in response and Dick takes it as a yes, "damn." He mutters with a sigh, "well I'm heading home. I need sleep and I have work in the morning," Dick says, stretching his arm, patting his shoulder as he heads up the stairs and out of the cave.
Was he actually heading home? No. He was off to do his own investigation about this Duchess. Hopefully he'd actually find something.
—
Navigating Gotham was easy when you had the heartbeats of the people who you want to avoid memorised. But New York? Not so easy, the streets were louder, busier, people walked around freely and not in quiet groups armed with knives to avoid being attacked.
At first the noises were overwhelming to your senses, but overtime you had learnt how to block out certain sounds, like cars, random clicking, rats, water, the unimportant things. And the noise became more bearable, you could tell the difference between human heartbeats and animal ones.
"This way," Matt spoke, jumping over building to building with you following closely behind.
He had talked about getting you a suit made but until then the outfit you had on currently would do fine. The sounds of Peter's webshooters were in the background, "are you sure about this? I mean she's still new to this, taking her out on patrol might be a bad idea." Peter spoke, trying to be a voice of reason.
"I'm sure," Matt says his voice distorted due to the sound of an explosion in the background, the smell of smoke filling your noses.
"That can't be good," you mutter, nose scrunching at the smell.
"Definitely not," Peter nods in agreement before the three of you head over towards the scene.
