The Musicians (Damian Wayne x reader)

59. Nine days

~~~Tim's point of view~~~
       The week starting the new year was the only time (Y/n) had gotten to relax. I often saw her and Damian relaxing together. They would watch movies, bake together, go on walks in the garden and around Gotham, but that all changed quickly.

~~~Your point of view~~~
       One evening you were walking to the kitchen to get some water. Damian was sitting in your room, sketching small doodles; the two of you had been playing cards. The setting sun's light streamed through the windows in the manor as you made your way to the fridge, messing with the deck of cards in your hand. You grabbed a glass and the water pitcher from the fridge, stuffing the deck of cards in your pocket. After you had gotten the water in it, the sun had almost completely set and the fog had heavily set in for the night. You could sense a presence behind you. You readied yourself for trouble. "Who are you and what do you want?" you growled, spinning to face the shadowy figure.
       "Aww, don't be like that honey. I just came to visit my daughter," your father emerged from the dark with a sick smile plastered to his face.
       "I'm not your daughter," you growled. You got into a defensive position. "How'd you get in here?"
       "Aww, is my sweet little (Y/n) causing some trouble?" he laughed with a raspy voice. You couldn't smell any alcohol but you didn't want to get any closer to check. Suddenly, a hand came from behind you, covering your nose and mouth with a damp scented cloth. You did your best not to breathe in. You could tell whoever was behind you was trying to knock you out. "We've got her, Mr. Joker," your father grinned, pulling a communication device to his mouth. Your eyes widened, and you pulled against your captor. You knew you wouldn't be conscious much longer. You dropped your glass and watched as it shattered. As the pieces bounced back up, you swiftly caught one and pierced part of your finger, making a drop of blood spill out. You let out the loudest scream you had ever made, and you used this as a distraction to pull out the Joker card from the deck and flick it into the wall near you as though it was a throwing star. After giving that final clue to the family of detectives, your vision faded.

~~~Dick's point of view~~~
       The manor's silence was pierced by the most bone chilling shriek I had ever heard. "(Y/n)!" I shouted. I shot off my bed and sprinted down the hall to where I heard the scream. I slid down the stair banister to find a fallen glass of water and a scattered deck of cards. Damian was kneeling next to the mess, clawing at the ground and yelling at the fallen cards.  Tim was trying to approach him but kept a cautious distance between them.
       "What happened?" Jason ran up to us.
       "She's gone," Damian growled. He didn't move from his position. He was shaking, but I couldn't tell if it was from anger or crying. We stood nervously, waiting to see if Damian was going to revert to the person he was when he came from the League of Assassins. Jason moves from my side and he and Tim began to comb the scene for any clues. Knowing (Y/n), she was going to leave something for us to work with.
       "Little D?" I asked, carefully approaching the teen.
       "Don't touch me!" he shouted at me. His face whipped around and his beautiful blue eyes were almost unrecognizable; they appeared clouded with hate and rage. Alfred had quietly appeared in the doorway. I signaled him to call Bruce.
       "Odd, this deck is missing a card," Tim stated. He had taken photos of everything on his phone and had counted all the cards on the floor.
       "Please don't tell me that the missing card is the Joker," Jason grunted.
       "Well actually—," Tim started.
       "Over here," Jason looked at the evidence grimly. Tim and I turned to each other before approaching. The Joker card had been lodged in the wall. Carefully, I removed it. I heard Tim gasp. We were staring at a splattered bloody "D" with a line slashed through it written on the card.
       "Is that (Y/n)'s—," Tim started, his hand coving his mouth.
       "It's a clue from (Y/n)!" I interrupted, grabbing the attention of Damian who was still livid but had calmed down enough to focus. "Remember, she's smart. We all love (Y/n), but we have to give her more credit. She's going to lead us straight to her. Damian, does this symbol mean anything to you?" I held the card out as he carefully took it.
       "No," he stated simply.
       "Sh*t," Jason cursed.
       "Because it's not a symbol. (Y/n) never saw her father as her father. It's a 'D' crossed out for her father. 'D' stands for 'Dad'. Since it's on a Joker card, that means her father has stopped working for the Riddler and has started working for the Joker." Damian explained.
       "But why?" I asked, staring at the card in my younger brother's hand.
       "Most likely to get to me," Bruce came in calmly, Alfred behind him.
       "Father," Damian whipped around.
       "He knows that (Y/n) hates her father and would be thrown off guard by his presence, meaning he could take her and get to all of us," Bruce determined.
       "We have to get her back!" Damian growled.
       "We will," Bruce assured him, "but we have to think smart. Everyone suit up! Down to the cave!"

~~~Tim's point of view~~~
       We had been searching the whole of Gotham for days. (Y/n) had only left one clue so far and that was the Joker had taken her. I was sitting in the living room, resting before searching for (Y/n) again when someone slipped a letter through the letter slot. "That's strange. There wasn't supposed to be any mail today," I mumbled and went to get it. I cautiously opened it. It was in (Y/n)'s handwriting. As well as another unrecognizable one. The unrecognizable font said, "Here's a note from your darling (Y/n)."

The stars sure are beautiful tonight.

       I changed into my suit and grabbed my staff. I stood by Jason as Bruce gave us instructions. "This mission is purely recon. We have to figure out where (Y/n) is being kept. According to the note Tim received, (Y/n) can see the stars from wherever she is. Bruce continued to list the six different places that the Joker could use where (Y/n) could see the sky. "Tim, take the abandoned toy warehouse near the factories. Remember even if you do find (Y/n) wait for backup. Do not engage." I nodded. We all grabbed our individual modes of transportation and headed out. I swung up to the roof of the warehouse and peered through the glass panels. There was a large empty area in the center surrounded by crates of old toys. The center looked as though it was set up to be a torture chamber with whips and rope and knives, but I couldn't see (Y/n), only some blood was splattered on the floor. Maybe she's hidden away.
       "Red Robin, got anything?" Bruce asked over the communicators.
       "I might. I need to watch for a bit longer," I reported.
       "I've got a girl chained to the wall," Jason informed. He was at the old prison.
       "On our way, slowly approach," Bruce grunted. Just as I was about to go assist Jason someone crawled into the center. They were covered in blood and their clothes were torn. The figure flipped over as they reached the center of the warehouse. It was (Y/n); her shirt was ripped up, exposing her bloody abdomen and ribs. Her hair was tangled and matted against her face with sweat and dried blood. Her eyes were unfocused as she stared at the night sky. Her leg looked injured since it appeared bent a funny way.
       "(Y/n)," I gasped. "Guys, get out of there! It's a trap! (Y/n) is here!"
       "Sh*t, Harley," Jason grunted as he began to engage in combat. "I need backup! There's tons of guys here!"
       "What about (Y/n)?" Damian asked. "I'm going to help her!"
       "Don't!" Bruce barked. "Red Robin, does it look like (Y/n) can hang in there a while?"
      "I'm not sure. She looks kinda beat up," I looked down at the bleeding girl. She turned her head in my direction. I wasn't sure if she could see me, but she seemed to manage to focus enough to smile. I signed to her to see if she could hold on for a bit longer. She weakly lifted her arm and it fell to the side of her head; her hand showed an "ok" sign. "She's good. Go help Red Hood!"
       "Red Robin, stay there and keep an eye on her," Bruce commanded.
       "Got it," I agreed and lowered myself closer to the surface of the roof to reduce my chances of being spotted. (Y/n) had returned to her spaced out state and lay on the ground staring at the sky. Another figure emerged from the shadows. He had a mop of green hair and a gruesome red smile. "Uhhh guys," I mumbled into the coms, "I've got a Joker here."
       "We're on the way," Dick responded.
       "Hurry," I told them. "He's going to hurt her. He just grabbed the crowbar!" I watched in horror as the Joker picked up the crowbar, and dragged it against the floor as he made his way towards (Y/n)
       "Bastard!" Jason growled.
       "Save it Todd," Damian grunted.
       "We're almost there," Bruce responded coolly.
       "I hope you're not going to kick the bucket that easily," the Joker cackled. "There's still someone who wants a shot at you." I watched as (Y/n)'s father emerged and took the crowbar from Joker. He began to beat her with no sensible pattern. He swore as he struck her already broken form.
       "You b*tch! I'm going to destroy you for turning me in!" he yelled with a psychotic smile plastered on his face.
       "Hurry! Her father is going to kill her!" I growled.
"We're here," Bruce announced.