The Musicians (Damian Wayne x reader)

73. Consequences

~~~your point of view~~~
"Jason!" The man in the red suit shouted. You waited for a moment before Jason walked out in his red hood uniform. He stared at you as you hung in front of his window.
"What are you doing?" he walked up to the window.
"Waiting to see if you'll let me in," you answered. He nodded, moving away to let you in. You swung yourself in. You glanced around. There was some simple, slightly beat up furniture, but overall the place was pretty neat.
"What are you doing here kid?" He asked.
"I need help," you sighed. "Can I borrow your phone?" He handed it over, raising an eyebrow.
"You smell like saltwater," he grumbled. You hummed and continued typing. News of the days events immediately popped up. You handed his phone back to him. "Oh boy," he mumbled. "Kid, go take a shower while I read this." You walked down the hall to the bathroom and locked the door behind you. You undressed and turned on the shower. You let the warm soapy water run down your back as you washed your hair and body. Suddenly, it was as if you didn't want to move. All you could think about was you falling into the water as Luke groped you. You shivered under the warm water and screamed. You held your head in your hands as you knelt on the shower floor and closed your eyes tightly, begging for the memory to go away. Jason banged on the door, but you couldn't move. You just sat on the floor shivering. You heard a bang as Jason broke the lock and barged in. He turned off the shower and wrapped you in a towel. "Are you okay?" You didn't move. He sighed and rubbed the towel on you.
"Don't touch me!" You screamed, your eyes still shut.
"(Y/n) look at me! It's me Jason! It's me! Open your eyes!" Jason begged, but you couldn't stop. You just couldn't make yourself. "Please, look at me." After a few minutes, you managed to focus again.
"Wh-whats happening?" you looked around, unsure.
"Are you okay?" Jason studied your face. You nodded slowly. "Can you get dressed? We need to talk." Again, you nodded. Jason left, leaving you to get dressed. After you had redressed in your suit, you came outside into the hall. Your hair was still wet and extremely tangled. You walked to Jason who was sitting on the sofa. "Come here," he sighed. You slowly made your way over to him and slumped onto the sofa. "You need to tell Bruce what happened." You shook your head violently. "Why not?"
"Be-be-because h-he tol-told me to-to be s-safe, a-and I wa-wasn't. He-he'll be m-mad—he'll be mad at me," you stuttered as you choked up. Tears pricked at your eyes and slid down your cheeks.
"(Y/n) it wasn't your fault," Jason pulled you into a hug. You didn't move. "That guy wasn't right in the head. He never should have done that to you. You're part of our family now. We'd never blame you for something like this. We only want to protect you." You sniffled as you sobbed uncontrollably. "You're a strong kid (Y/n). Not everyone would have lasted if they had gone through what you have. You can make it through this too." You managed to settle down. You and Jason sat in silence. After a few minutes, Jason got up and returned with a towel, a hairbrush and an elastic. He dried your hair and brushed the tangles out. Once it was completely dry, he braided it and tied it. It was almost three in the morning when your eyes became heavy and you fell asleep.

~~~Jason's point of view~~~
I watched as (Y/n) fell asleep on the sofa. My phone buzzed. I picked it up, moving to the hallway so I wouldn't wake her up. "Hey, Jason," Dick called.
"What's up?" I asked.
"(Y/n)'s missing again. We need help going out and looking for her," he explained.
"Don't bother. She's here," I told him.
"We're on our way," Dick said quickly.
"Wait, don't—," I didn't get the chance to finish. Dick had hung up. Idiot! I don't know if (Y/n) is ready to deal with this. I moved back to the sofa where (Y/n) was asleep and carefully sat down. It was a few minutes before I heard a knock on the door. I got up and answered. When I opened the door, I saw Dick, Tim, and Damian leaning against the walls in their vigilante get ups.
"Where is she?" Damian asked furiously, pushing past me.
"Wait!" I tried to stop him as he approached the sitting room. D*nmit. He stopped when he spotted (Y/n) asleep in her suit on the sofa. "I was going to say that she's asleep." I sighed. "Kid's had a rough day."
"We saw," Tim nodded. "That's why we were nervous when she wasn't home."
"Just let her sleep," I mumbled, sitting down on the other end of the couch. Tim sat in the arm chair across from me. Dick sat at the counter in the kitchen. Damian sat near (Y/n), watching her intently. Most of us had gotten very little sleep before the sun actually rose. When the sun began to shift through the window, (Y/n) began to stir. I had been up for hours waiting to see if she'd wake up. She stared around her as she sat up as though she didn't recall what had happened. Dick had dozed off at the counter, Tim was asleep in the armchair, and Damian was snoring next to her. She stared at them.
       "What's happening?" She whispered, looking at me.
       "They came over looking for you, but they fell asleep," I responded, glaring at them. "Want breakfast?" She looked blankly at me before nodding. I got up from the sofa and headed to the kitchen. I took out a frying pan and some eggs. I began making some fluffy scrambled eggs for me and (Y/n) and put on a pot of coffee. When I was finished I got out two plates and divided the portions. The smell of freshly cooked breakfast woke Tim and Dick. Damian was woken by the loud bang of Dick falling out of his chair. "Haha bastard." I laughed quietly as (Y/n) watched with minor amusement and concern. Tim glanced around drowsily. I pointed to the kitchen where a pot of coffee has finished brewing. He nodded and got up.
       "Why didn't you make any for us?" Dick whined, looking at the empty pan. (Y/n) scarfed down her eggs while Damian watched.
       "Did you eat dinner (Y/n)?" Tim asked. She thought for a moment before shaking her head gently. Damian stared at her with worry.
       "Don't stare at her," I told him. (Y/n) looked at her boyfriend and gave a small wave. When she had finished her eggs, she brought her fork and plate to the sink. I took them from her and started washing them. "Thanks, go take a seat. I'm sure those three have questions." (Y/n) silently made her way to the couch and sat down.

~~~Tim's point of view~~~
       I watched (Y/n) sit down. She didn't seem quite herself; she was really quiet and seemed confused. I guess that's justified. I thought for a moment. The celebrity life seems amazing, but anyone in the Wayne Family would know that it's not all that. You get harassed, you have to maintain an image, and worse of all you can't make a scene—or you should do your best not to. (Y/n) sat cross legged on the sofa and stared at Dick who had gotten up from the floor and was walking over to her. (Y/n) watched nervously as he kneeled in front of her. "Are you okay? Like you aren't physically hurt right?" He asked, looking her directly in the eyes. She shook her head. "Why didn't you come home last night?" She didn't say anything for a few minutes.
       "She's scared Bruce will be mad at her," Jason answered for her. Everyone but (Y/n) looked at him.
       "(Y/n), Bruce won't be mad at you. He knows how stuff like this happens. He just wants to protect you," Dick told her. "You need to talk to him." She shook her head slowly. I pressed my lips together.
       "What if one of us went with you?" I asked. "We'd just give you support." She thought for a moment before nodding. Damian hugged her. I watched (Y/n) stiffen as she was embraced and awkwardly return the hug. She stared at Jason who was still washing dishes. "Jason, she's looking at you."
       "Hmm?" He looked over at (Y/n).
       "Will you come with me?" She whispered. I hummed. Bruce and Jason didn't usually get along too well, but Jason would do it for (Y/n). He'd get along with him for just a few minutes.
       "Sure thing kid," he nodded, setting the dishes in the drying rack. He washed his hands and came over to her. "Whenever you're ready," he ruffled her hair gently.
       "Let's get you back to the manor," Dick smiled. "You don't have to talk to Bruce yet, but you can at least be in your room." She got up and put her mask on. "We need to be quick so people don't question us being out in the day." Everyone but Jason moved and crawled out the window. I nodded to Jason before leaping out and swinging back to the manor.

~~~Damian's point of view~~~
       When we returned to the manor, (Y/n) quickly went to her room. It was still cool out, but I could tell it would heat up soon. I changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before heading to her room. I knocked and waited a few moments. (Y/n) opened the door, wearing a pair of black shorts and a white t-shirt. "May I come in?" She nodded and opened the door wider. I entered her room and looked around. Her beach bag was on the floor and a men's jacket lay on top of it. Her phone was charging next to her wallet on her nightstand. I assumed the jacket was Wolf's; he was the only one close enough to her to lend it. He'd better keep his paws off her. (Y/n) went to her bed and laid down. I walked over to the edge and sat next to her. "Beloved, are you okay?" What a stupid question. Of course she isn't okay. She shook her head.
       "It was horrible," she cried into her pillow. "He wouldn't let me leave when I tried to. Adrien and Bryson had to pull him off me!" Her shoulders shook as she sobbed. I gently rolled her over, so she could look at me.
       "I'm so sorry," I told her. "If I had gone with you, maybe this wouldn't have happened." She reaches her hand up and pulled me to lie on the bed with her.
       "You know that couldn't happen," she sniffled.
       "I know," I sighed. I pulled her close to my chest and she wrapped her arms around me. I let her cry until she slowly stopped.
       "I felt so disgusting and humiliated," she mumbled. "I couldn't believe that someone had done that."
       "I know Beloved," I mumbled into her hair.
       "I thought maybe if I had worn less revealing clothing then he wouldn't have done it," she sighed.
       "Beloved, everyone at the beach was dressed the same as you. It wasn't your fault," I tried to assure her. "What would you do? Wear a parka to the beach during summer?"
       "Scarlet said the same thing," she sighed.
       "She's right," I admitted. "Luke couldn't keep his hands to himself. He will suffer the consequences of his actions."

~~~what happened~~~
       Later in the week you were ready to talk to Bruce. Jason came to the manor and stood behind you as you explained what happened. Bruce wasn't mad. He was concerned about your mental state and well being, but he definitely wasn't mad. You were relieved when he had come around from his desk and gave you a hug. The case had gone to court and Luke ended up getting charged with misdemeanor sexual battery. He was put on probation, given 100 hours of community service, and a fine of $1000. You had seen his mom when you were in court. She looked heartbroken and angry. You felt bad for her because she was such a nice lady. You couldn't believe that Luke had done what he did and you were certain his mom felt the same. Luke's face was painted with regret as he left, but he had done something horrible. Now, he had to deal with the consequences.