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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Batman characters. Sadly

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I couldn't believe my eyes, Batman was standing in my bedroom. The Dark Knight, the Caped Crusade was in my apartment. This must be a dream.

I was pulled from my daze and listened as the two men were speaking. And the conversation was getting quite heated, from what I could see.

"I was teaching my men a lesson," Red Hood nonchalantly said.

"What if things got out of control and one of them got hurt?" Batman glared "You put innocent people in danger."

"They're perfectly fine Bats," Red hood paused a moment when he heard the sound of a police siren. He turned to look over his shoulder at me and asked annoyed, "You called the cops?" I nodded my head quickly and pulled my sister closer. He sighed.

"Nightwing's taking care of it," Batman said shortly. "We need to talk, just not here." With that said he turned out of the room and walked out.

"Yeah can't," Red Hood stretched his arms and shoulders "I got places to be."

Batman paused to shoot a deadly glare over his shoulder, "This is more important."

Red Hood groaned in exasperation and followed after him. He stopped in the doorway and told me to hurry up.

Hesitantly, I followed them out of my bedroom out to the living room. I wasn't expecting to see Robin and Red Robin in my living room handcuffing the three unconscious men and my father. What is going on? When our presence was known to the two, they looked up at us. The young Robin glanced over me and the baby I held tightly to my chest, then shrugged and turned back to the task at hand. Red Robin however stood completely still, staring at me. I took in his red, yellow and black attire. Black military boots covered his feet, leading up to his black pants. A yellow belt strapped to his hips also crisscrossed over his red clad chest. In the center of the crossed belts on his chest was his red robin symbol. A red cape on his shoulder. His hair was jet black, I continued observing him until my eyes met with his back mask covered ones. I saw that he was staring intensely at me and it became uncomfortable. What? Did I have something on my face? Did I have-?

"Wait," I suddenly remembered something. I scanned over the four bodies and didn't see the face I was looking for. Without even thinking I handed (s/n) to the closest person to me, Red Hood. He awkwardly held her as I rushed around the room searching. Where was he?

"Your boyfriend's in the bathroom," Red Hood called out. I glared at his boyfriend comment and rushed to the bathroom. The door was halfway open, I shoved in and instantly saw the blond man. I choked on bile when I noticed the blood on his face. I grabbed the washcloth out of the bathtub and knelt next to him. The cloth was somewhat already damp, so I went ahead and dabbed at the bloody cut on his forehead. Carefully, I placed two fingers over his pulse and felt a light flutter under my fingertips.

I sighed in relief, and dabbed at his bloodied forehead then moved on to his split lip and nose that was most likely broken.

I know he may be a huge jerk, but he did put his life on the line to make sure myself and others were safe. Joe was secretly a nice guy underneath. I needed to thank him when he wakes up, I owe him a lot.

"So," a voice suddenly broke through the silence, startling me. Red Hood continued, "I'm guessing he's the dad? I'm not one to judge but you could do way-"

"He's not my boyfriend!" I snapped. I wiped the rest of the blood away from his face, then stood to rinsed out the bloody cloth. I glanced at him and noticed that he didn't have (s/n) anymore. I panicked, "Where's (s/n)?"

"Don't worry. Robin's got her," he waved the question off. I squeezed next to him in the doorway and peeked out and saw Robin was sitting awkwardly on the couch with (s/n) in his lap as Batman and Red Robin carried the men out of the apartment. The boy's costume was a red top with black bottoms along with yellow belt. His green boots matched his gloves and the mask on covering his eyes. A yellow cape hung off his shoulders and pooled around him. Then he had a black hood to which (S/n) was pulling at, giggling sweetly. I smiled softly at the baby's delightful cries, Robin on the other hand frowned not knowing what to do.

"See your kid is fine," Red Hood pointed out. I realized we were standing really close together in the doorway. My shoulder was pressed against his chest in the limited space in the doorway. I instantly felt my face grow hot. My heart skip a beat at our close proximity, not in a romantic way but a scared one. I avoided looking at him to hide my flushed cheeks, while I hurried away and to the sink where I washed off the red stained rag.

"She's not my daughter," I said so quietly I didn't think he'd heard.

"She isn't?" Apparently he did. I squeezed the rag, red liquid mixed with the water and slid down the drain.

I shook my head no, "She's my sister."

"Well where are your parents?" Red Hood inquired. I froze in place as the water continued running. My eyes stung with incoming tears. Taking a few deep breaths, I closed my eyes to prevent the salty droplets from falling.

I didn't know what to say, I didn't want to say anything that I would regret. What if Batman found out my father was a gang leader and my mother dead? Would he tell the cops? Would he turn him in? Then what would I do? They most likely will send (S/n) and I to an orphanage. What if they separated us? No! I won't let this family break apart.

I let the rag slip from my fingers, as I shook with anger and fear. Anger for the possibility of my father leaving us because of his damn 'business'. And fear of having everything I had left taken away from me. I was scared to be alone.

Red Hood must've noticed my state because I heard him curse under his breath and step forward, reaching for me. I snapped out of it and turned so fast I almost got whiplash.

"Don't touch me!" I barked.

He immediately pulled back his extended hand and held them up in surrender, "Hey, I ain't gonna hurt ya." He took another step, which made me scramble back. My hand flew back to grab at the first thing I could, which happened to be a bottle of body wash. I threw it at him, then ran past to the door. Unfortunately, he was quick and grabbed me by the waist. I flailed my arms and legs trying to get him off, but he was far stronger. I ducked a little and threw my fist back, hitting right on target somehow. I heard him groan his hold on my broke, and fell to his knees.

I took my chance and ran for it. I entered to living room to see the Dark Knight plus someone else. Commissioner Gordon stood speaking to Batman, but at the commotion looked up at where I stood. A high pitched squeal made me turn my head to see another masked man. Then wore a black skintight suit that showed off his muscular body. A light blue bird placed in the center of his chest in a sort of 'V' shape. His dark hair matched that of the two Robins. The tall man was kneeing before the couch and tickling my little sister, who was squealing in delight.

Before I could react to the scene before me I heard a sound from the bathroom. I whirled around to see Red Hood recovering from the blow to the groin. Panicked, I turned back and rushed forward slamming into a hard chest. I would have fallen on my ass if it weren't for the hand that grabbed my wrists. I looked up to see Red Robin looking down at me, a frown etched to his lips.

I jumped and scurried away to hide behind Red Robin, when I heard Red Hood's voice, "Dammit, what did I do to deserve that, babe?" I clutched to Red Robin's cape and buried my head into his back for some form of protection from helmet head.

"What's she do?" The man in the black and blue leotard asked from his spot on the floor.

"She punched me in the balls," Red Hood said pointing to his crotch. Across the room the Boy Wonder burst out in laughter at the man's misfortune.

"Can it, pipsqueak," Red Hood snarled at the young boy. Robin's laughs stopped at the nickname and glared at him, fists clenched, ready to pounce.

"Stop," a dark voice commanded. The two noticeably backed down but continued to send death glares at one another. "Miss," Batman spoke to whom I assumed to be me, since I was the only female present, other than (S/n) of course. I released my grip on Red Robin's cape and turned to face the large man. "What are your relations to those men?"

I gulped and shifted my weight under his intimidating gaze, "Um one of them is my dad." I couldn't meet his eyes so I kept my sights fixed on my old, wore out converse and dirty jeans. My fingers played with the hem of my (f/c) t-shirt.

"What's your name?" Commissioner Gordon asked me.

"(Y/n). (Y/n) (y/l/n)."

I felt an eerie air fill the room with the silence that followed my statement. Shit they know. I held my ground, I could've burned holes into the floor boards with how hard I stared at them.

"I'm gonna need you to come with me," Batman's dark tone broke through the silence.

My head shot up and looked at him. No, they were gonna take her away from me. Tears leaked out of my eyes as I shook my head vigorously, "Please. Please don't take her from me. I- I-"

"Hey hey," the man in the blue and black suit jump up from his spot on the floor, leaving (s/n) with Robin, "No ones taking anyone away from you. We just need you to come to the station for some questions."

My hands were getting clammy with nerves. I stiffly nodded my head in obedience. I wasn't sure what they wanted exactly, probably shit about my dad. But one thing I knew for sure was that it was better than staying here.

This was turning out to be one hell of a night.