Violet (Batboys Fanfic)

I Am Almost Killed By The Sassiest Child In The Entire DC Animated Universe

A/N - If the boys are in costume, I'm going to refer to them by their hero name. So Nightwing will be Nightwing, Batman is Batman, and so on. It'll just be easier to identify when their costumes are on that way. However, the characters in the story might refer to each other by their real names even if they're in costume so try not to get confused.

TLDR; Writing = Character is in costume/out of costume respectively. Dialogue = Whatever the other character is referring to them as.

I'm alive? I'm alive! My hands fly to my face in disbelief. I'm not dead! A giggle bubbles up in my throat but is instantly flattened by the aching pain in my chest. I look down to see a gigantic needle about the size of my fist protruding from my rib cage. I become hyper aware of the chemicals dissipating through my veins like hot fire and gag.

"Oh, I'm gonna throw up," I manage to say weakly as I cover my mouth.

"-tt-" Footsteps walk towards me and I look up to see none other than the Boy Wonder himself, Robin. "Pathetic," he mutters as he reaches towards me and yanks the needle out of my chest. I grit my teeth. First I almost got molested, then I got gassed by Joker venom, and then had a trippy out-of-body experience. I really do not need this child's sass right now.

"Robin!" Batman yells gruffly from the other side of the cave and I jump slightly at the harshness. Robin turns towards him, eyes narrowed behind his mask.

"Oh, he's in for it," Nightwing mutters while he walks up to the other side of the medical table I'm still sitting on.

"What?" Robin says hotly. "You wanted her up and now she is. I don't see the problem." He crosses his arms and stares down the older man. In less than two seconds, Batman crosses the cave and yanks the needle out of the boy's hands.

"You could have killed her."

"But I didn't, and now she is up so you can question her. You're welcome." He turns and stalks away and starts punching a training dummy. The pure unadulterated sass of this child is astounding.

Nightwing shakes his head and sighs. "Sorry about him, he can be a little..."

My eyes widen and I shake my head entering full mom mode. "Oh my gosh! No, it's fine! I understand. Damian's just like that." He is probably my favorite Robin and ever since I saw his character come to life in the animated movies, I started jokingly calling him my small angry son to my friends.

Nightwing's mouth drops open and Batman narrows his eyes as I continue to ramble on. "I mean, his childhood really sucked so you can't blame him. Also he tries really hard to be a good Robin with all that 'Justice not vengeance' stuff. He's honestly just a really precious boy-" I stop myself mid-sentence and feel my face turn hot with embarrassment. "And now I look like the biggest stalker ever..." I mumble as I stare down at my feet dangling over the side of the medical table.

The silence was broken by Robin. "Precious?" I whip my head up to see him crossing the cave over to me. "I am anything but precious." He spits venomously. "And how the hell do you know who I am?" He rips his mask off and stares daggers at me. Now normally, if this interaction was taking place in a movie, I'd immediately think something like Oh my gosh! Someone give the poor boy a hug! But now, being on the receiving end of his unchecked rage was terrifying. I am genuinely scared of a kid who is five years younger than me.

I don't know what I expected though, fanon Damian who was stubborn and would talk like he was high and mighty and didn't really pick up on social ques that well? I mean it was kinda hard to tell what continuity I ended up in just based off of Nightwing alone. He seems to be the same flirty big-brother figure as always. I kind of expected the real Damian to act more like he does in the movies, but damn, this was a rude awakening. This is like level one, base Damian, fresh off his mother's yacht in "Son of Batman."

"Damian!" Batman says harshly. The boy grumbles and bunches his mask up in his fist. The Dark Knight turns to me. "I assume you know who I am as well?" He puts it as a question but it sounded more like a statement.

I nod. "Mr. Wayne." I'm not sure if I should call him by his first name, so I go with the safer option. Dude's scary. Way more intimidating in person. He doesn't say anything in response but just takes off his cowl and stares at me intently. I squirm under his gaze.

Nightwing sighs next to me. "I guess I'll join the party too." I look over to see him peeling off his domino mask. He gives me a wink and I immediately feel more at ease. Bless this boy's soul. Damian and Bruce are both super intimidating and Dick is just comforting.

Bruce clears his throat. "I suppose the first thing I should ask is who are you and how do you know who we are?"

I start to speak but Dick interrupts me. "I can actually answer that."

I look at him wide-eyed. "You can?"

"Yeah." He looks at me questioningly. "She's my barista, Violet. Don't you remember me?" He points at his face and grins. "It's me, Dick. The police officer you've been flirting with for the past month."

What?

It takes me a second to register what he's saying. "That's not possible." I say. "That is my name and I am a barista, but I just showed up here today."

"Right..." Dick says slowly. "Then who was the girl I've been flirting with for the past month?"

My mind is spinning when Bruce interrupts my thoughts. "Well, one thing is clear, you aren't from this universe, are you?"

"No, and honestly I don't know where to begin."

A/N - Sorry it's so short again. It's coming up to the end of the semester and I'm really busy with my classes :( A little over two weeks left and I should be able to write a lot more often.