The Justice League had convened a meeting to address (Y/N)'s presence in their world. While she was safe aboard the Watchtower, it was unanimously agreed that keeping her confined there indefinitely wasn't ideal. She needed a semblance of normalcy—and the opportunity to connect with the heroes on a personal level.
Bruce Wayne, ever the pragmatic voice, had been the first to suggest integrating (Y/N) into civilian life. "If she's going to be here for the foreseeable future, she shouldn't feel like a prisoner. Let her spend time in Gotham with the Batfamily. We have the resources to keep her safe and occupied."
And just like that, (Y/N) found herself on a sleek private jet, flying toward Gotham City alongside Nightwing.
"You're going to love it," Dick said, his usual grin plastered across his face as he leaned back in his seat. "Sure, it's dark, creepy, and perpetually rainy, but it's got character!"
"Uh-huh," (Y/N) replied, raising an eyebrow. "Sounds like a dream vacation spot."
Dick chuckled. "Trust me, Gotham grows on you. Plus, you'll get to meet the whole Bat-family. Just... don't let Damian scare you off."
"Damian?"
"You'll see," Dick said with a knowing smirk.
The Wayne Manor was even more impressive than (Y/N) had imagined. The sprawling estate was a mix of Gothic architecture and modern elegance, with high arching ceilings and more rooms than anyone could possibly need.
Alfred, the family's ever-dedicated butler, greeted them warmly at the door. "Miss (Y/N), welcome. I trust your journey was pleasant?"
"Yes, thank you," (Y/N) said, smiling at the kind older man.
"Alfred makes the best cookies in the world," Dick whispered as they followed him inside. "Try to butter him up for some."
"Master Dick, I can hear you," Alfred said without missing a beat.
(Y/N) stifled a laugh as they entered the living room. Two figures were already waiting for them. One was Barbara Gordon, seated in a sleek wheelchair, her fiery red hair unmistakable. The other was a younger boy with dark hair and piercing green eyes—Damian Wayne.
Barbara was the first to greet her, rolling forward with a welcoming smile. "You must be (Y/N). It's great to finally meet you in person. I've been reading up on your ecto-tech; it's fascinating."
"Thanks," (Y/N) said, shaking her hand. "I'm a huge fan of your work as Oracle. Your tech designs are genius."
Barbara's smile widened. "Well, you're in good company. I can't wait to collaborate."
Meanwhile, Damian stood a few feet away, his arms crossed. He regarded (Y/N) with a critical eye, his expression unreadable.
"Hi," (Y/N) said, offering a tentative wave.
Damian didn't respond, his gaze flicking briefly to Dick, who leaned casually against the wall.
"Don't mind him," Dick said, smirking. "Damian's just upset because he's not the center of attention for once."
"I am not upset," Damian said sharply. "I merely fail to see why an outsider is being trusted with our resources."
(Y/N) blinked, taken aback. "Outsider? I'm not—"
"Damian," Barbara interrupted, her tone firm but patient. "Play nice. (Y/N)'s here because she's one of us now."
Damian huffed but said nothing, his expression softening just a fraction under Barbara's stern gaze.
The next few days were a whirlwind. (Y/N) quickly fell into a rhythm, splitting her time between analyzing interdimensional anomalies with Barbara and exploring Gotham under Dick's guidance.
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Between Two Worlds
Fanfiction(Y/N) is one of Danny's best friends. Alongside Sam and Tucker, they helped Danny as Phantom when it came down to it. Whether it be to cover up his tardiness, hide him from his parents or even fighting alongside him to defeat the ghosts, (Y/N) was r...
