Batsis Stories, Imagines, & One-Shots

Hell In A Cell

They could feel her eyes on them as they stared at their hands, too afraid to meet her gaze. Dick suddenly found the beds of his nails interesting, Jason and Tim kept looking at the steel seats they were sitting on, and Damian just turned towards the front. She sat opposite of them, on the bench against the other wall, leaning forward, her elbows on her knees. The last time any of them had looked, she had her fingers intertwined and pressed against her lips, her eyes cold and infuriated. After a few moments, Dick gathered the courage to look up from his nails and glance at her; he gave a fearful smile and asked, "...Uh...sis? Are you still...mad?" Her eyes drifted to his and he visibly flinched from her gaze. She tipped her mouth away from her lips and seethed,

"Mad...is the smallest word for what I am right now." The others flinched at her fury and looked up, taking in the image of their angered sister.

"It wasn't that bad (Y/N). We're just...detained..." Jason's words died as (Y/N) turned her eyes to him.

"I told you four chuckleheads that the property we were on was private, but nooooo, 'we'll just be in there for five minutes...no one is going to find out'." She paused, standing up and spreading her arms out as she yelled, "Well guess what?! Someone found out! And now we're stuck in a goddamn jail cell at GCPD, waiting for dad to come bail us out!" Each of their necks disappeared into their shoulders and Tim spoke quietly.

"At least none of us got hurt."

"It doesn't matter if none of us got hurt! This is going to be all over the news tomorrow! 'Billionaire Bruce Wayne's kids found trespassing on private property'." She looked at them as she snapped, "Do you have any idea what this is going to do to our reputations?!" She turned to Tim. "What this will do to the company and future deals?!" (Y/N) sat back down and held her head in her hands. "We'll be lucky to come out of this unscathed." She groaned loudly and rubbed her face with her hands. "Dad's going to be so pissed when he gets here."

"Father will not be angry at us sister. He will understand what we were doing." (Y/N) sighed heavily and spoke, her face still in her hands.

"Oh, he's going to be angry. He's going to blow a gasket he's going to be so angry."

"Will you five shut the hell up? God, you've been complaining ever since you got in here." The comments made the four boys turn their heads to a group sitting in the back; (Y/N) pulled her head up and turned, her voice dark as she retorted,

"Buddy, I'm in a less than stellar mood right now. And unless you want me to show you what your insides look like? I'd advise you to shut the fuck up." Her threat made him stand up and he started walking towards her, his group following in tow.

"What did you just say to me rich-bitch? Wanna repeat that?" When he finally stopped walking, he was right in front of her, and she could see her brothers beginning to rise from their seats for a quick defense; she raised a few fingers in their direction, telling them to wait. (Y/N) looked up at him as she rose from her seat, coming nose to nose with him.

"I said, 'unless you want me to show you what your insides look like...shut the fuck up.'" The man turned to his friends and started laughing, causing them to follow in suit, then he turned back to her.

"I don't think you understand the position you're in sweetheart." He motioned to his friends. "We're in Two-Face's gang." He motioned to a group in the corner. "And those clowns work for Joker." He turned back to her and reached out, shoving her shoulder. "You're locked in here with us. Imagine what we'll do to five rich kids." The others laughed, and (Y/N) shot a quick glance to her brothers along with a nod before looking back at the man and letting out a dark chuckle. This made them stop laughing, the feeling of apprehension easing on them. She flashed him an unsettling grin and leaned forward, whispering,