Not the Role Model Type

Chapter eight

"I can't believe this. Again, She ran off again." Damian yelled. It hadn't even been an hour since you woke up bolted out the front door of your home. Robin had taken you there and dropped you off, told your brother to make SURE that you do NOT leave, under ANY circumstances.

Damian was having such a hard time with this. You couldn't stay still. He's met Wally west once or twice, and by how far you could go in a certain amount of time he's sure the speedster had something to do with it. Only that's not true and he's just over exaggerating. Knowing full well you've never even met anyone named Wally. It's just the similarity of that kept pissing him off.

Damian craned his neck up to the roof of the batcave, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was still wearing his Robin attire, but the green domino mask had been ripped off out of anger and the same for the cape. He had loosened the collar of the kevlar, revealing some skin for some breathing room.

He let out a wordless yell, kicking over a box of batarangs and then stomping off away from the area.

Bruce sat in his chair behind the Cat-computer, Tim, on the other side of him and Dick to his left. He figured he'd call in for more help from Nightwing and Red Robin if he and Damian can't do this on their own, and it's getting a bit too personal for Damian to handle if he's lashing out like this.

"And you said Jason's got anger issues." Dick stated, the wit of his words never failing to make almost any situation just a little bit more light hearted.
"That's exactly why I didn't ask for his help, actually. As the Red Hood he doesn't follow the no-kill rule. From what Damian says about (y/n) it's likely she'd get someone from her father's work involved that Jason sees as a criminal nobody would miss. Also couldn't risk her being shot, in general. I'm not saying Jason would shoot a child but-"

"She the type to stand in the way of someone being shot?" Tim cut off, Bruce nodded and continued typing, hacking into security cameras of the streets to try and find you, anywhere. Even if it was an image of the back of your head, it would be enough to give a current location as to your current whereabouts.

"You sure she didn't just run off out of Gotham? Maybe-" Dick started, but the sounds of Damian crashing things and knocking stuff over, more yelling, cut him off.

"Think Damian's gonna follow the no-kill rule when we finally catch her and keep her in one place for more than five minutes? Because I can hear Alfred telling Damian to watch his language, and we're all the way over here." Tim said, leaning back in his chair and raising an eyebrow. Long locks of black hair in front of his face while he gave Bruce a questioning look.

"He better." Bruce said, scrolling through videos of bus transfers out of gotham, finding a girl with short black hair and eyes exactly like your own, she had a nose shaped like yours too. The skin tone was almost the exact same, or else he would have thought maybe you lopped off your hair and dyed it black to get away unnoticed.

The girl wore a grey baseball cap that covered some of her face, an olive green hoodie two sizes too big, some grey sweats and some white sneakers. She had thick black eyebrows, but they were groomed to look nice. Not much done to them so she naturally had a bit of an annoyed look on her face it seemed. She seemed to be about an inch taller than what Bruce knows you are, the entire time in the video she was talking to someone who had their back turned to the camera.

He didn't know why the girl gave him an odd feeling, he just stared at her and wondered why hes paying attention to such a minor detail. She just looks so much like you, except her hair is black and her skin is a tad bit darker.