The dark of night || a Batman OC fanfic

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A.N. -that was the last memory moment, cause that's when she moved to Gotham and started the search.

I squirmed, and balled up, sweating. "Ahh!" I yelled, Alfred was in the kitchen, cleaning up, Bruce was in the Bat Cave, and the four brothers including my blood brother, stood over me, watching my squirming, but were all useless to stop the dark purple scarab.

"We're, sorry Veronica? We knew it was there, and we should've told you? I'm, sorry?!" Damian was saying, but even if I tried to stop screaming in pain, my voice wasn't in my control anymore.

"Shut, up... And g- give me... Your hand!" I yelled, and Dami threw his hand into my open one.

Estimated time before completion, 27 seconds.

I heard the scarab. "Hurry up you Bastard!" I yelled, and Dami held my hand even tighter, obviously thinking I was talking to him. I looked at my younger brother, and down at my leg, where a purple light came from the ends of my casts. Dick, Jason and Tim were all staring at my body, and Damian was trying to get his hand away from me, his face contorted in pain.

At the end, I passed out from the epic pain that overtook me as a purple light filled the room.

^---time skip, brought to you by passing out on the couch---^

I woke up, and the casts were off, and Dick was examining my rib cage, of course the only way to do so was to have my shirt* off.

"What're you doing." I asked mindlessly. I didn't even bother to sit up, knowing that it would hurt, and I didn't care if he was looking at my body with my shirt* off.

"Examining your rib cage. It should have taken at least two months to heal, yet when I took and X-Ray this morning it, your legs and arm, were completely healed, not a scratch." He told me curiously.

"Probably my scarab." I muttered out, and Dick looked up from my ribs, while I rolled onto my side away from him. I could practically feel, his stare burning into my Scarab that was so carefully integrated into my spine.

"Can you go." I asked, and he complied, pulling my covers up to replace my missing shirt*. Once I heard the door close I began to whisper to my scarab.

"What did you do?" I whispered to the thing.

I simply used my own T cells to fix your legs, arm, and rib cage. I have already explained, Wayne, so why now do you ask?

"Because you just tuned up my body! You just practically gave me a super power you leech!" I whisper-yelled.

I am technically not a leech, I am the purple beetle, a protection scarab no. 2. I am meant to protect your body from harm.

"Pain can be a good thing though." I complained.

You will still have pain, but with no effect to your body or blood stream.

"Whatever." I told it, and laid sadly on my side, unamused at having a scarab attached to my spine. I pulled my covers off and stretched, wishing Dick hadn't have been poking around my ribs. I looked around the room, having studied it when I wasn't asleep during night, I knew there was a box of personal items from my apartment in the corner of the room. I went over to it, and chose a skinny, grey, coca-cola t-shirt and some lose-fitting jeans.

I wandered downstairs, having used crutches for a few days there was an unexpected weight, while going places. I was wandering and tripping around the place for a while before I heard some voices coming from behind a clock, and looking carefully I found that behind it was a hidden room. I might've known where, it's was located, and where the door was, but I didn't know that the door was a clock.

I walked in, seeing all of the boys in their hero costumes, playing ping pong. There was a blackboard resting on an easel, and apparently Damian and Dick were at the top of the list. Right at the moment, Jason was going against Tim, and Jason was winning.

"Veronica! What're you, doing, here?" Dick, who was keeping score of all of this mayhem, asked me.

"I was wondering when I heard yelling, and, seriously, ping pong?" I asked.

"You can join if you want, Batman just didn't want any of us with him on this trip, so we're just doing, this, I guess." Dick offered. I took it, and went down to join them.

I grabbed the offered ping pong paddle just as Tim lost.

"Okay, because you just joined our little tournament, you can start at the bottom and work your way up." He signalled to Tim, who was being a sore looser, and 'resting' his head on the table while mumbling and slapping his fist on the table.

"Ehem, Drake?" I asked my fellow bat.