Bat Brothers x F!Reader ~ Stoic Angel

(Y/N) POV

I walked through the Wayne Manor with files in hand as I headed to Bruce's office. My watch flashed 10:00 pm as I took a quick glance down at it. Knocking on the door, I saw a faint glow coming from under the door and I heard a muffled voice.

"Good evening, I have a few more files about the latest crimes-" I paused once noticing that the room was quite crowded. All four brothers were gathered around Bruce's desk, staring back at me with surprised eyes.

"(y/n), what are you still doing here? It's midnight already," worried Dick, rushing to me and crossing his arms. Tim retrieved the files from my hands, kissing my cheek as he did so; the other two ran over as well, fuming slightly as Tim walked back to the desk.

"I had work to do, I'm not getting paid to sit around," I stated bluntly. Sighing, Dick and Jason spun me around and sent me out of the room.

"Stop working," Jason ordered.

"We can take care of your stuff during this time of day. You go rest," Dick reassured.

"Listen to them, (y/n). We all worry for you, take the nights off," Bruce hummed, smiling as the boys did the same. I blankly nodded and left down the hall to the kitchen, bumping into Alfred once I made it through the door.

"Good evening, miss. How may I help?" he bowed, smiling.

"If a cup of chamomile tea isn't too much to ask then, please." I sighed, rolling my shoulders back I pain. "The boys want me to stop working for the night. It's their work I'm doing," I grumbled stoically.

"They care, miss, even Master Wayne. Sleep is important to a healthy mind and body; it also helps work go by faster." Alfred chuckled as he poured the hot water into a light blue mug. The scent of chamomile floated through the air tickling my nose as Alfred handed me the warm mug.

"Thank you, Al." I kissed his cheek and left for my room, falling asleep after an hour.

3rd POV

After (y/n) had left, the boys all relaxed their shoulders unknowingly. Taking seats on the chairs and couch spread out in the office. Bruce laughed at their infatuation with her, he had known her for a while and knew the effect of her presence all too well.

"Why doesn't she smile?" Damien whined, laying across Tim's lap on the couch. The others agreed, all four of them had never once seen her show any emotion at all, let alone smile.

"That's a long story. I've seen her smile, only once though. She looked like an angel," Bruce reminisced. Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damien all perked up with wild smiles on their faces.

"Let's see who can get her to smile first," smirked Jason, cocky as ever. Tim and Dick nodded while Damien was already planning his attack. Bruce, knowing it was futile to stop them, leaned back in his chair and sighed. The war had begun!

(Y/N) POV

- Tim.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone blasting its alarm. A simple text from Bruce, which contained my new schedule, appeared on the screen after I turned off the alarm. With one sharp inhale, I left the warmth of my bed to get dressed into my professional attire for the day; with my hair out of my face, I left my room to head to the kitchen for some breakfast.

"Good morning, miss (y/n). Would you like your favourite for breakfast?" greeted Alfred, smiling warmly. Tim and Damien sat at the table, eating the food themselves with sleep still lingering in their eyes.

"Morning. Just coffee for me, Alfred, thank you." I grabbed the newspaper from Damien, reveling a comic book. He grumbled and placed it on the table to eat his pancakes without distraction.

"(y/n), anything worth reading?" inquired Tim, leaving his chair to sit next to me. I shook my head before my eyes came across the news of Arkham Asylum's patients; I folded the paper a little before placing it on the table so Tim could read it. Alfred set a cup of coffee in front of me with a few ginger cookies beside it; I glanced at him to receive a smile from him, I nodded and started to eat as Tim read the article.

"So, what's it about?" Damien asked, his face full of food.

"Seems there's been a disturbance, might be something to check out."

"I'll go talk to Bruce," I said, finishing my breakfast quickly and leaving the kitchen with Tim in tow. Once we reached his office, I opened the door and noticed the same newspaper already on his desk with a coffee cup. "Morning, I see you've read the paper and are already aware of what we are here about."

"Yes. (y/n), take Tim with you to see what's going on," Bruce hummed, waving us away. I bowed and pulled Tim down to the garage, choosing the less expensive car to drive in as to not draw too much attention to ourselves.

"Here, I'll drive," said Tim. I tossed him the keys as I sat in the passenger seat with a notepad in hand. "What's the plan, boss?" Tim joked, smiling as we left the mansion.

"Just go around and ask questions, nothing major. Finding the reason for the newspaper article is our main issue, so ask about that." He nodded, focusing on the road. Once we arrived, the asylum's director approached us. Jeremiah Arkham, a middle-aged man with wire-rim glasses, stretched out his hand to the both of us.

"Thank you for coming. I assume you'll just be doing some questioning and then leaving."

"Yes, do you know who started the disturbance?" I asked, getting to the point. He led the way through the endless halls and cells to the isolation ward, stopping at one labelled J.J. Gordon. Jeremiah unlocked the steel door; a figure was hunched over in the far corner of the room wrapped in a straitjacket.

"You have your crime to answer for, James." The director's voice was harsh in tone as he glared at the man through his glasses. James Gordon turned slowly towards the door, his hair shading his eyes as he looked at us.

"Is there any reason why you broke out in a fit of rage, James?" I asked, opening my notebook. His dishevelled face broke into a crazed smile, he stood with a slight wobble in his step as he walked towards me. We locked eyes within seconds before he began to back up and answer my question all while Tim gripped my right arm tightly.

"I saw the newspaper."

"That all?" His silence hid something more. I turned to Tim, letting him work his detective magic and I wasn't disappointed.

"You saw your father on the front page alongside an article involving Batman and snapped. Hearing the other inmates talk about it put you off, even more, causing you to strike one on the head with said newspaper." Tim seemed to have struck a nerve because James was crawling back to the corner he had been in when we first arrived.

"And I think that's our job done. Thank you for your cooperation, JJ. Mister Arkham, if you please." I pointed to the door, he closed it and shook our hands once more.

"Thank you for coming, both of you. Sorry to keep you from your more pressing matters." We left the asylum quickly, heading to a coffee shop a few blocks away to clear our heads.

"I'm very impressed, Tim. You have a very knowledgeable mind," I complimented, sipping my drink as we walked back to the car. Tim smiled, opening my door for me with a small quirk in his step. "And a gentleman, I see."

"Only for you," he grinned. The corner of my stoic mouth twitched ever so slightly as I sat in my seat and buckled in.

- Jason.

That night as I was reading in my bedroom since I no longer had work in the evening. A loud bang and very angry voices came from within the walls of the Wayne manor; Jason Todd burst through my door with a harsh opening and closing as smoke streamed from his ears.

"He doesn't get it!" he shouted, sitting in my black fuzzy bean bag chair with a heavy sigh. Placing my book down, I looked at him with an unimpressed look before throwing the book at him.

"And you had to go whining to me about it?" His face flushed bright red as he crossed his arms. I sighed, waving him over to my side; he complied, lying next to me in rage. "Maybe if you spoke quieter to him, he might listen, Jay."

"Ha. He won't, even if I wrote him a fucking letter, he would burn it." I ran my fingers through his hair to ease his pain, his breathing became slower while his eyes fluttered shut. I hummed a small tune; I had known Jason longer than any of the bat family so, I knew his quirks and stress relievers. I had seen a very different side to the anger man everyone else saw on a daily basis, our trust level was mutual but there are limits to how much one can share.

"Stop being a big baby have a tantrum about this, it's been too long and he regrets not being there to help you, Jay." He looked up at me as if I was lying but he knew better. "Ask him politely next time you aren't a big ball of rage. You might be surprised."

"Uh-huh. Give me one good reason why I should." I pointed to my chair.

"My bean bag's funeral will be your fault, you elephant." Jason burst out laughing, holding his sides as he rolled around my bed. That same twitch became slightly stronger than this morning; Jason's head landed in my lap as I coughed to brush away the feeling in my face.

"Thanks, (y/n). I needed that and I promise to fix your chair." He smiled, kissed my cheek, and left with a small – very small – skip in his step as he closed my door. A few seconds later, a knock came from my door just in the nick of time.

"Come in," I spoke flatly, watching as Damien came in with fear in his eyes.

"The hell did you do to Jason?" he asked, closing the door and walking over to my bed.

"One: grab that book on your way over. And two: I just helped him solve his problem. Why?" He handed me the book as he sat by my thighs while staring at the ground.

"The guy just ruffled my hair with a smile on his face. Don't do whatever you just did to him again. He's fucking scary." I flicked his ear. "Ow!"

"Language, Damien. He's not screaming for once, let him ride this out for a while." He nodded before leaving with a small smile on his face.

- Dick.

Two days after Jason's tantrum I sat in the kitchen with a cup of whiskey next to a slice of my favourite cake. With a few files strewn about the table as I racked my brain with work; Alfred strode in with a letter on a silver tray.

"Letter for you, miss (y/n)."

"Thank you, Al. How's your day going?"

"Busy as ever, miss. Would you like me to start the motorbike for you?" As I read the note, I nodded with a gut feeling that I trust was because of his intuitiveness.

"How did you-"

"Steam, miss." I hummed, cleaning up my little mess and finishing off my snack with haste. "Would you like a ride or shall you be stirring the bike yourself?"

"I'll go alone, take a quick break while I'm gone sorting out whatever mess this is." With a nod from us both, I left on one of Bruce's less noticeable motorcycles to the police station. A familiar commissioner standing at the front of the building with Dick talking.

"(y/n)! Good, you got my message!" Dick beamed, hugging me tightly before I could say anything to either man. "We've got a bit of a strange person in the holding cells that Gordon was unsure about."

"He seems to be beaten badly but he also seems to be the main suspect of the crime scene he was found at. Come on, he's in the interrogation room with one of my men right now." Gordon walked us both to the viewing station of the room he mentioned, Dick held my hand lightly as we approached the two-way mirror. "Get the sound back up for us."

"I don't...know what you're t-talking about." The suspect talked with unease in his already slurred voice. He kept glancing around the room but kept digging his short nails into his already bandaged right arm. Fed up with what I assume was the man's answers, the cop left the room in a huff.

"Shall we, (y/n)?" I nodded, following behind Dick as he entered the room. The man twitched as the door opened and closed, Dick sat in the chair across from him while I stood behind Dick to observe. We usually did this sort of thing; our teamwork was very impressive in Bruce's eyes causing us to be put on cases together much to the other boy's dismay. "What's your name?"

"T-Travis m-m-Marks."

"That wasn't so bad now, I'm Fred and this is Ginger." Dick pointed back to me; codenames were all Dick's ideas and choosing, I haven't a say. I nodded and watched as the man's eyes scanned me furiously multiple times. "What happened to you?" Dick asked delicately, watching his hand went back to his arm.

"I w-was follow-ing a kitten th-through the alley and f-found...her h-head ap-part from her...body. I felt a h-hammer to my...noggin." His arm grew darker under his bandages as he spoke to the point a tiny puddle formed. "I w-woke up to the...sound of s-sirens."

"Thank you, Mister Marks," I said, looking at Dick to see if that was enough. The man's eyes never left my body, the intent behind them was unclear and it made me uneasy ever so slightly.

"Yes, that's all we needed to hear. Thank-" The man stood up, still looking at me with blood dripping from his arm and nails.

"You...you aren't leaving, are you miss?" His speech gradually fixed itself as his voice grew higher and his smile became twisted; his feet moved forward to stand in front of the door. "I would hate to see you leave. You're so lovely, you'll be even more beautiful with your HEAD ON THE FLOOR!!"

"(Y/N)!!" The man ripped off his wrappings and pulled a dagger from in cut on his right arm, darting towards me before Dick could get up from the chair. I whipped out my handgun and shot him through both eyes, his lifeless body landing on the floor with a loud splash. Dick wrapped his arms around me to shield me from the sight as officers rushed in, my face emotionless as always while we left the room to head home.

"Next time, come prepared," I suggested to Dick as we approached our motorbikes, he turned to me with a furrow in his brow.

"How can you be so calm?"

"You have to in this line of work, Richard." He grumbled while grabbing his helmet and sitting on his bike. "I wasn't the one who said he would take the job." Dick revved up his bike and sped off with myself following him. Damien greeted us at the door, smiling as we walked up the front steps.

"How'd it go?" he smirked, watching Dick's face become a grumpy mess.

"I shot a man in defence and Dick says I shouldn't have." Damien faked a shocked look as he glanced at the both of us while Dick wrapped his arms around me once again.

"I was just worried and upset that I wasn't your knight in shining armour." The twitch in my face came back, which I tried to hide by returning the hug and blowing it off with my wit.

"More like blue, kiddo." Both boys laughed as we all walked inside for some dinner.

- Damien.

A few days went by and nothing eventful happened. We currently were seated around the TV watching the Gotham News; Jason on my left, Tim on my right, Dick sat in a chair by Tim, and Bruce was reading over his notes by the window quietly. Snacks and drinks were on the coffee table in front of the couch, half-eaten or drunk with labelled coasters for each person.

"Hey, Dicky. Where's the little guy?" inquired Jason, smoothly placing his arm on the back of the couch behind my head. Tim rested his head on my shoulder as he looked at Dick.

"No idea, edge lord. Tim?" Tim shrugged, snuggling a little closer. I patted his head just as the door to the main room opened and stood in a cow onesie. He moved around the couch and walked in front of me with a very embarrassed expression on his already cute face.

"Uh, Damien?" Tim asked in confusion. Taking a deep breath, Damien placed the hood on his head that had tiny cow horns and cuddled onto my lap.

"I'm Bat-Cow," he said, doing his best to impersonate Bruce's bat-voice. The entire room was filled with laughter as Damien hid his face in my neck with a heavy blush on his cheeks. The twitch was unbearable by now, I had to bite my lips closed to stop this unnatural inkling from breaking free. After a quick cough, I felt it dissipate and my face return to its normal unemotional state.

"Very cute, Damien. Is there a reason why?" He shook his head without lifting his head up to look at me, I wrapped my arms around his small frame. "Well, thank you for that. I hope you won't get rid of it after today. You look very dashing in it."

"(y/n), he looks like a toddler-OW!" I kicked Jason in the shin, earning a few giggles from the other two as well. I silenced them with an elbow to Tim's side and a toss of my slipper at Dick's face.

"So, Damien, is that your new superhero name?" Bruce commented. I looked at him and motioned for him to look at his boys. "Ah. Right. Sorry. I'll see you all in the morning then." Bruce left his seat, kissed my forehead, and left for his bedroom. The other three left as well, letting Damien and I talk in private.

"So, do you really like it?" Damien asked shyly. I nodded, kissing his head as I held him in my arms.

"I do. You remind me of my little brother, he loved animals too." I reminisced. Damien shot up with wide eyes, he held me at arm's length to get a read on my blank face.

"You had a brother?" I nodded, realizing that I hadn't really spoken of my past with the boys at all before. "Well, you're welcome. Don't expect me to do it in front of the others again." Such a tsundere.

"Time for bed little man," I teased flatly. He nodded, getting off of my legs to walk beside me as we left the room. "I'll see you at breakfast, Robin."

(Y/N) POV

I woke up around eight the next morning, leaving my room in a hazy stupor; I wore a very short pair of green fluffy shorts with an oversized Legend of Zelda t-shirt and black Darth Vader slippers. The rest of the household seemed to already be at the table by the time I walked in. Jason and Dick were bickering, Damien was on his phone, Tim was reading some book, Bruce read the paper, and Alfred poured me a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, miss. Shall I get you some cookies for breakfast?" I nodded slowly, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I sat next to Bruce.

"Anything interesting?" I asked, looking at the page Bruce was on. He shook his head, tossing the paper on an empty spot on the table just as Alfred brought me my cookies and coffee. "Morning boys."

"Morning, beautiful," they said in unison, cheerfully. I was taken aback on the inside, not breaking my stoic nature. Bruce, on the other hand, broke out laughing as he witnessed the surprised looks on the boy's faces.

"Oh no."

"What is it, Alfred?" Dick asked as they turned to him with worry and concern on their faces.

"You alright?" Tim asked, standing up while resting his book on the table. Damien and Jason were on high alert with ready to fight looks about them.

"It seems the boys found some brains last night," Alfred replied. I couldn't handle it any longer, I burst out laughing, earning looks of shock from the Bats. My voice rang loud and clear through the manor with a smile on Alfred's face.

"Woah," the boys breathed. I left my chair to walk to Alfred. "No fair," they mumbled. I stood next to the butler with a stoic demeanour replacing my emotion.

"Thank you, Al. I really needed that, love." And with a quick kiss to Alfred's cheek, I smiled brightly.