Batsis Stories, Imagines, & One-Shots

Blood-Son, Meet The Blood-Daughter

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the doorbell, and she rolled over, looking at the clock on her nightstand. Anger filled her bones at whoever was ringing it at nine A.M. She rolled back over and shoved her face in the pillow, hoping that whoever was on the other side of the door would get the message that she wasn't home. It didn't last long, and the doorbell rang again. Grunting, she shoved the covers down to her knees and rolled out of the bed, striding to the door. Her hand gripped the door handle and she bit out, "Whoever is on the other side of the door, whatever you're selling, I don't want it. And if I open this door and you're still here...I'm going to bloody your face." She pulled open the door and came face to face with her father, who was smiling slightly. The corners of her mouth drooped, and she questioned, "What the hell do you want this early on a Saturday dad?" He snorted at her question and replied,

"(Y/N)...You know I love you right?" (Y/N) tipped her head back, frowning as she narrowed her eyes.

"I do...but you only ask me like that when one of two things are happening. Either we're dying, or you want me to do something I really don't want to do." She grunted at him. "We aren't dying...so what am I not wanting to do?" Bruce stepped to the side and revealed a young boy, about stomach high to her; she looked at him then back to her father. "Seriously, where do you find them?" Bruce sighed at her and motioned to the boy.

"(Y/N), this is Damian. Damian, this is (Y/N)." She threw up a few fingers at him and turned to Bruce.

"I'm not baby-sitting." Bruce's voice took on a pleading tone as he begged her,

"Please (Y/N). It's just for a few hours."

"A few hours too many. Why don't you leave him with Alfred?"

"Because Alfred and I are busy."

"And Jason isn't?"

"Gone on vacation with Roy and Kori."

"Tim's a great babysitter."

"Mission with the Teen Titans."

"Dick's more responsible than I am."

"First off, no he isn't. Secondly, he's in Central with Wally." (Y/N) groaned and leaned her head against the doorframe.

"I haven't had to baby-sit someone since that time I took Timmy on a date. Please don't make me do this."

"I really need you to do this for me (Y/N)." She pulled away from the doorframe and glared at him.

"And what do I get out of it?" Bruce grinned at her.

"Anything your heart desires."

"Cool, I don't want to be the oldest anymore." He snorted at her and said,

"Something a little more material (Y/N)." There was a long pause, then she let out a sigh.

"I can think of anything right now, but this'll definitely be an I.O.U." Bruce smiled and gripped Damian by the shoulders, moving him in front of his body.

"Sounds like a plan. Have fun. Don't get into trouble. I love you." He took off down the hallway as she yelled,

"Dad wait!"

"I love you daughter! You're the best child I have! So kind and loving! I couldn't ask for a better daughter!" The door to the elevator closed and (Y/N) groaned, then looked up at the ceiling.