"I'm gonna go now, I'll be home late so don't wait up for me!" I yelled as I ran out the door, slamming it a little too hard behind me before running to Kat who was parked waiting for me, I quickly got in and we drove off."Ready to fuck this party up!" Kat said loudly swinging her head while still trying to focus on the road. I giggled before replying "Sure, just for the record you should expect to wake up in the manor tomorrow"
"I'm not gonna get blackout drunk you know, maybe just a bit tipsy"
"Right and Hitler promised not to invade Russia," I said in a sarcastic tone. Every time Kat went to parties she always ends up blackout drunk and wakes up in a panic, lucky Marco, Laura or me always went to parties with her for that exact reason. And the thing is she doesn't drink bottle after bottle, she's just a lightweight. There was one time when Marco and I lost sight of her during a party and we were really worried so we spent all night trying to find her, at seven in the morning I got a call from a guy who works down at the docks who had found her sleeping between a few barrels and crates using a fishing net as a blanket, as to how he got my number, well Kat didn't have a password on her phone so it was pretty easy to open it and call the person who had left a few voice messages to her asking where the hell she was. Luckily she wasn't hurt but she freaked out when we told her, after that, I put one of dads trackers on her to make sure I know where she is if she disappears again(and yes she does know about it, and thought it was a good idea as well).
We arrived at the party and saw just about what you'd expect from a party full of young adults, lots of different colored lights and very loud music. Kat quickly pulled me inside, and as soon as that front door opened I was hit with the smell of sweat, alcohol, and puke mixed to create this stinking odor that can only be smelled at parties. Out of nowhere, a guy ran up to us and screamed before almost throwing a bottle of pure vodka into my arms.
"I'm gonna regret my decision to come with you, aren't I," I said as Kat and I just looked at the crowd of drunk young adults jumping and dancing like they were competing in a stripper contest.
"Yep!" Kat replied before pulling me into the crowd.
~Timeskip~
And here I was, at five in the morning carrying an unconscious Kat through the front door of the manor. As I made it into the living room I saw Jason sitting watching tv on the couch while drinking a beer, I walked over and dropped the unconscious Kat on the couch before sitting down myself, just putting my head back and closing my eyes for a moment. I had gotten pretty used to the fact that Jason's sleep schedule was even more messed up than dads. From what I've gathered, he either one doesn't want to go to sleep, two slept during the day or three he had a nightmare, now the two first ones are his problems and he knows it, the nightmares however diffidently were not uncommon in this family, practically everyone here has them. But if there's one thing I've learned from the years of helping my younger brothers with PTSD, insomnia due to all the nightmares and the anxiety/paranoia(thanks dad) and that is that there are different levels of nightmares, those who pray on our past and infest it with some more creative things are usually the worst. Anyway, I now know when to spot the signs of someone whos had a partially bad nightmare thanks to my "training"(and by training it was mostly just observing and helping the boys with their nightmares). And safe to say, Jason was just fine, he probably just forgot to go to bed.
"So, I'm just gonna assume the party was fucking fantastic"
I sighed before replying "Well Kat certainly seems to think so, I, however, know that it went horrible"
"Anyone's head I gotta put on the chopping block?" He asked, clearly worried if someone had hurt me one way or another, but he was still pretending that he wasn't. I just shook my head, knowing that if I told him the truth, two boys and one very forward and a brave girl would be shot within the next three hours.
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The life of Batsis
FanfictionWhat if Dick Grayson wasn't the first child Bruce took care of...What if Bruce had a Daughter with a one night stand, but only finding out about her existence years later. I hope you enjoy the story :)