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maybeijustwanttobeme · 9 months

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I've seen people responding to it being pointed out that Daemon is so obviously a worse person than Alicent or Criston by saying that "at least he isn't a hypocrite" or "at least he doesn't pretend he's better than he is." Which is perhaps accurate, but is really just saying "at least Daemon doesn't make any attempt to be a good person or voice any desire to be better."

This leads me to something I've been noticing: none of the team black characters voice or show any regret for their misdeeds while team green characters do so constantly. Daemon never apologizes or show any regret for any of the brutally evil things he does. Alicent on the other hand is constantly looking apologetic and regretful, even when she didn't do anything like in the case of Larys killing his family.

After the eye incident Alicent is extremely regretful and apologetic for her actions while Rhaenyra isn't at all. In fact Rhaenyra's response is to seek out more power through marrying Daemon so that she can more effectively hurt anyone who states an obvious truth. Her children similarly show no regret for escalating that fight, nor seem at all apologetic for having permanently disfigured Aemond.

The comparison is most striking between Criston and Daemon who have semi similar misbehavior that only Criston acknowledges in any way as bad. First in episode 5 they both smash someone's face in. Daemon's is clearly premeditated and his entire reason for being in the vale, while Criston's was planned at most ten minutes before it was carried out and was a response to an assumed attempt to blackmail him. Daemon has absolutely no shame about the murder, even going so far as to try to claim his victim's inheritance. Criston on the other hand is so ashamed that he tries to kill himself. They both also have incidents of misogynistic language. Criston calls Rhaenyra a cunt once and promptly apologizes. Daemon refers to his first wife as a 'bronze bitch' more than he uses her name and calls Alicent a whore. He does not apologize for any of those instances or show any indication that he doesn't think those are appropriate things to call a woman. Finally in episodes 8 and 9 Criston and Daemon each attack a man from behind after he insults their wife. Neither is their best moment, but again Criston is pretty clearly regretful of it, and it seems like he didn't mean to kill Beesbury and that he just forgot how fragile old people are. Daemon on the other hand clearly intended to murder Vaemond and was happy to quip about it and then chuckle when he's mentioned again.

The one sort of exception to this is Rhaenyra's toast to Alicent in episode 8. She does apologize in that scene. However, she isn't apologizing for mistreating Alicent. All she is apologizing for is not helping to take care of Viserys and not acknowledging her care taking previously, which like it definitely means something that she said that, but implicit in what she says is the idea that it's Alicent's role and duty to be taking care of him. There's kind of an implication that Rhaenyra views Alicent as having redeemed herself through serving Viserys when in reality her care taking is just another facet of Viserys's abuse, abuse that is never acknowledged or apologized for. Still I do love that scene and the way it is beautifully, pathetically, sad that Rhaenyra can only connect and forgive Alicent when she's in her subservient role and that Alicent is so desperate for connection with Rhaenyra that she will accept that barest hint of an apology even in the face of all the evidence that it's meaningless.

Now one would think that some characters regretting their misdeeds would be viewed as a sign of them being better people, but I think it actually has the opposite effect. Because the green characters are shown being regretful, their misdeeds are focused on and emphasized. In episode 5 it's possible to forget that Daemon killed his wife at the start of the episode, because it seems like he's forgotten as well. However it's impossible to forget what Criston does because his actions for the rest of the episode are all a reaction to his shame and horror about having just murdered someone. Then in the next episode when Criston has his one instance of misogyny, the entire show pauses to take note of it and wait for him to apologize (which he does!), but on the numerous occasions when Daemon is misogynistic the show breezes right past it, treating it as just a bad boy Daemon moment. Daemon's misdeeds can be enjoyed without an imediate reminder of how evil he is, letting him be a cool fun badass, while Criston's can't. You can't look at him awkwerdly and regretfully standing over Beesbury's body and say 'oh wow, such a badass male wife he really told Beesbury to keep his Wife's name out of his fucking mouth.' Though to be clear I also very much judge anyone who says that about Daemon killing Vaemond.

This is seen again in the eye incident. For most of the audience that goes into the incident not thinking that Rhaenyra is a significantly worse person than Alicent (a reasonable assumption), Alicent being extremely regretful afterwards while Rhaenyra isn't at all, is an indication that Alicent acted far worse than Rhaenyra did. A misreading that is helped by Rhaenyra's call for violence being couched in the 'sharply questioned' euphemism while Alicent's is stated outright. That is perhaps Alicent's most badass scene where she does her best to stand up to her abuser and those who allow that abuse in defense of their children, going so far as to physically fight back (though Rhaenyra perhaps wasn't the best choice of target), but the audience doesn't have any encouragement to see her badassery, instead we're to wallow in her shame at having fought back and watch her shrink back into herself with the implication that that's what she should be doing.

This pattern shows a fascinating tension between the events portrayed in the show and their framing. The show gives us two groups of people who range from very flawed to evil, but they are framed as a group of heroes and a group of villains. The greens are villains and their actions can only confirm that, while the blacks are heroes and their actions no matter how violent can only provide more evidence of heroism. I don't know how much actual meaning can be made from that tension, I wouldn't even be surprised if it was entirely accidental, but it is at the very least interesting enough to note.

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Although team green is constantly being framed as the conservative and oppressive religious group it’s interesting how the political statements the characters make speak the absolute opposite.

From “the realm will not accept her” - Otto Hightower, to “out coffers are deep but not endless” and “a true queen counts the coat to her people” - Alicent Hightower, team green characters are the only ones that consistently mention the citizens of Westeros as people to consider at all in political decisions.

On the other hand TB characters like Viserys never once voice concern over how the decision to name his daughter heir instead of his sons will be perceived by the people ( and never do anything to ensure that it is well perceived ) because he simply does not care. Rhaenyra herself dismisses the idea with “ it doesn’t matter what they think” and clings to this belief more and more as time goes by by refusing to make political alliances with noble houses that would benefit her future rule and even goes as far as to usurp house Velayon with her illegitimate children.

Rhaenyra’s other political statement; “ when I am queen, I will create a new order “ sounded quite impressing and promising watching the show for the first time, however, upon finishing the show, it becomes clear that the order she means to create is simply one where she is above the law and can do as she pleases. It clearly isn’t an order that will give women more rights and power within Westeros as we see her refusing Beala in Rheana their right to Driftmark and explicitly saying that Jace and Baela’s SON will be king.

TB’s dictator like attitude becomes even more visible in the way that they treat other noble houses. While the greens try to solve the Driftmark succession via a court procession where Vaemond AND Rhaenyra were allowed to speak their turn the blacks solve the conflict by beheading the man defending his family’s rights. Sending a clear message that anyone who opposes them will be silenced the same way.

This feeling of complete superiority and being above the law is also visible in the way team black and team green allow their children/ younger family members to interact with other people. While Rhaenyra heavily imprints the idea that her children can do no wrong onto them (even when they maim a relative) and never disciplines them for their actions we see Alicent denounce Aegon as her son after hearing what Dyana told her (needless to say Rhaenyra never would have interacted with someone like Dyana who claimed to have been wronged by her sons and probably would have found a way to blame her for it)

The green fraction is also the one that follows the faith of the seven (the religion the other noble houses in the south follow) which automatically makes them closer to the people in comparison to TB that holds on to a religion most of their subjects do not subscribe to.

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Chapter 2: At the Sound of their Roar

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Female!Reader

Warning: swearing and arranged marriage.

Summary: What happened when a dragon and a lion fall in love.

Notes: Italics is in the past. Aegon still not have engage in non consensual activities (we believe in Dyana). English is not my first language.

The flags of the Lannister houses waved proudly as they reached the Red Keep. The princes Aegon and Aemond saw the small army following the lioness arrive.

-She has always liked to make great entries.- Aegon said looking out of his mother’s bedroom window.

-She likes to ride a horse. I don’t see how that’s a big entrance.- Aemond replied, as he looked at Aegon in disgust at the way he played with the fruit.

-Do you think she comes in red?- despite Aegon’s mocking tone, the eldest of the brothers was curious. The Lannister girls' tradition was to wear pink until their father felt they were old enough to seek a betrothal.

When they were old enough, they wore the characteristic red of their family. A very visual way of representing that she was a woman.

-I don’t know. Jason wants to wait. He still thinks she is young.

-Mother was already married, and with child at that age. Even our older half-sister was already looking for a husband.

-I can’t imagine her being married.- Prince Aemond was uncomfortable with the idea of Y/N's marriage. The idea that she would never live with him again. Despite her seasons at Casterly Rock, she always came back to him. Knowing that another man would be the one to receive her sweet smile and laughter. Another man would get all her attention and be the one to take care of her cubs.

-Then you should marry her.

-I’m going to marry...

-Don’t say your whore’s name.- he interrupted. - Even I am not stupid enough to think I can marry a bastard. Fuck her, let her have your bastards, but no one would object to you marrying Y/N.

-Why do you defend her so much. Do you like her? - since some years Aegon stopped bothering her and ignoring her, and started to be her defender. Aegon had never tried anything with her, but Aemond knew his brother’s activities.

-No, she’s beautiful, but I respect her too much to even think of her as a woman.

-Why? I’m not sure you respect our mother.

-It’s different. Maybe someday I’ll tell you the story.- he pours himself some wine.

-Aegon is too early.- he tried to take his cup.

-Go get her, and if she comes in red don't be a fucking coward and ask her to marry you.- he left with the cup of wine and left the young prince thinking.

Aemond knew that he couldn't marry the woman he loved. Y/N would be the perfect choice to get married, but he loved another woman. He would not make her suffer what his mother has suffered so many years from being the shadow of the woman his father loved. They both deserved love. He knew he couldn’t marry the woman he loved, but Y/N still had a chance to find a loving marriage.

***

Y/N with grace and beauty unmount her white horse. Helaena ran to greet her friend.

-My dear Y/N, you are finally at home.- the Princess gave her a warm hug.

-My sweet Helaena. How has everything been?

-We should have tea together.- with that statement, the lioness knew there was new and important news.

-My princess, I think the tea will have to be by tomorrow. My niece and I have many to talk about. - Tyland interrupted the conversation.

-I’m sure I can have tea with the princess and with you, dear uncle.- they walked to the lioness's room.

-Do you have time for three conversations?- Aemond caught up with them downstairs. Y/N and Tyland made the proper bow to the Prince.

-Looks like I’m gonna have a busy day.

They both smiled for different reasons. Y/N was happy to see his friend, and Aemond was thrilled to see that pale pink dress that fit her so well.

Helaena saw her brother’s smile and Y/N. They need their time.

-I think we’ll have to wait for Lord Lannister.- she turned to him.- I need help looking for my mother.- Tyland understood the message and accompanied the Princess.

-Helaena has given me to understanding that there are news.- Y/N started the conversation when they were alone.

-You’ve been away almost eight moons. It'll take some days to catch up with every new and gossip.

-I heard you’ve been negotiating in the Riverlands and the Vale.

-You were well informed, Lady Lannister.

-Let us walk in the gardens.- Aemond offered his arm, and the lioness took it with pleasure.

Aemond told him about the journeys he had. As were the castles and the lords of each of the houses. Some rumours had not yet reached the court.

-You have something to tell me.- she interrupted. The lioness saw how the Prince was tense and nervous. He wanted to avoid a subject, but it was consuming him.

-How? - Aemond asked surprised by the ability of Y/N to read him.

-You’re anxious. You play with your fingers.

-It’s impossible to hide anything from you. I have heard that the negotiations in Highgarden with the Tyrells and the Hightowers have been a success thanks to you. You were the golden piece.

-I’m part of the pride.- she said proudly. The Realm learned that the lioness was not only to be admired but also had claws and fangs to be feared.

-You are the pride.

-What thoughts are consuming you?

-My father.- they sat in the garden watching the sea.

-How is the health of the King?

-He lost an eye. His illness consumed it. I thought I would feel some kind of satisfaction.

-What happened? - the lioness gently held his hand to support him as he told the story.

The Queen told their children his father was losing an eye and that the family should support him as their children, and give him confidence and love. Helaena and Alicent sat next to him to tell him the stories he loved deeply. Aemond was sitting far away but always with him. Even Aegon was there for a while. When Helaena and Alicent went to rest, the young dragon promised them that he would stay with his father. When he sat by his bed, Aemond thought the pain would finally make him apologize or say something, at least about that night, but it wasn’t what he expected.

***

The King complained that the effect of the milk of the poppy was beginning to fade. He began to wake up and Prince Aemond took his hand.

-Father.

-Water.- the King asked his son. Aemond helped him to drink the water slowly.

-Aemond, my boy.

-I’m here. Your family is with you.- Aemond held his thin hand. He felt no strength from his father. He did not know him as a strong and healthy man, but he remembered his hands making his model of Old Valyria.

-Rhaenyra? - asked the confused King.

-She’s not here, Father. She’s still in Dragonstone with her family. We’ve sent her letters and we’ve had no response.- although the Prince tried to make his half-sister look bad in front of his father, he realized he was only telling the truth. It was they who took care of him.

-My sweet girl must be busy. Don’t bother her with my illness anymore.

-Sure, Your Grace. I’ll tell my mother not to send any more letters. - the King didn’t notice the irony in his son’s voice.

-Now we’re more alike.- Visery tried to joke with him.- Although you have Targaryen traits, you have a certain resemblance to Otto. I think you inherited more from your grandfather than from your father. Do you still serve wine? - after his attack on Driftmark, his grandfather had invited him to be a cupbearer, and now he sat next to him to continue learning the work of Hand of the King. It had become clear to Otto that at least one of his grandchildren needed to learn how to run a kingdom. Aemond that night showed him that he had the determination.

-No father. I sit next to my grandfather to learn.

-It’s good you learn from him. I think I remember that you were learning to use the sword; now that you can’t use it, you better learn politics.- after Driftmark, his father had stopped watching them train. Aegon and Aemond concluded that he never saw them but his bastard grandchildren.

-That is my intention.

-Anyway, four younger kids beat you in a fight. Otto must have taught you not to start fights you can’t win, but you must teach your children that lesson.

-You had to teach me that. You are my father. - Aemond let go of his hand and stood up from his chair.

-I’ve been sick, boy. - Visery’s kind tone turned hostile.

-You defended them sick. - Aemond breathed and controlled their emotions as usual.- I'll fetch the Maester. Over the years, he has been perfecting an ointment so that you do not suffer what I, father.

-Aemond!- the King tried to stop his son but failed.

-I wish I had taken your father’s eye as yours were taken away. Rhaynera and his bastard will hear us roar. - the lioness took her free hand to cupped Aemond's cheek.

-They will know how dangerous a dragon and a lion’s roar are. - Aemond knew he would burn cities for his lioness. She had given him a new eye and a new way of looking at life. Even though not being together, she would always have a dragon fighting beside her.

-There’s something else you want to tell me. - the lioness was sure that his father wasn't what consumed the dragon’s thoughts.

-My mother wants to know if you’re going to be at the Maiden’s Day ceremony this year. This year will be a grand event because Helaena will go to light her candle. She's older than you, but the finest suitors will come.

-My Prince, the Lord Hand is calling you urgently.- one of the Hand's guards interrupted them.

-When you want to tell me what’s really going on, you know where to find me.- she told him before he left.

-Bring tea, fruit and cheese to my chambers. I will be with Princess Helaena.- Y/N ordered from one of her handmaiden ladies who were nearby.

***

-Lord Hand. Lord Lannister.- Aemond greet when he arrived at the Tower of the Hand.

-According to what my brother and nephew sent me, Y/N did excellent diplomatic work in seeking an alliance with the Tyrells. The only areas we need to secure are the Riverlands and the Vale.

-Rhaenyra’s mother is of the House Arryn of the Eyrie. The Vale will not support our cause. I was more successful in the Riverlands, but we may encounter problems in the future. Lord Grover Tully would be in our favour, but his grandson Elmo did not agree with him. It may be a short alliance.- Aemond explained.

-A wedding with the Tully- suggested Otto.

-A Hightower? A Targaryen? - Tyland replied.

-He has no daughters Grover.- Aemond reminded them.

-A Lannister? - Aemond and Tyland went into a defensive mode with Otto's suggestion.

-Tyrell would be a better marriage option for Y/N.- Tyland said.

-According to Y/N, the Tyrells will be with the Hightowers.- Otto knew that one of their golden piece was Y/N. They would have to seek the most advantageous marriage for her.

-I can’t speak for my brother about Y/N’s betrothal.

-What do you think, Aemond? - his grandfather asked.

-Have you thought of a Prince of Dorne? - Aemond did not think about the most advantageous alliance, but about the safest marriage for Y/N where she could live away from the incoming war, even if it meant stopping seeing her.

-The dornishmen are not going to participate. - Tyland said. Exactly, the Prince thought.

-But if we have Y/N in Dorne she can force their hands to support us. If anyone can mobilize the dornishmen it would be Y/N.- the Hand calculated.

-I’ll talk to my brother. It’s time for Y/N to wear red.- Tyland called one of the guards. - Go get my niece.

***

-Helaena, the dress is beautiful. - said Y/N looking at the princess’s blue dress.

-It had to be a special dress. My betrothal with Aegon will be announced.

-Oh! Everything will be fine. We both know Aegon, but it can always be worse.- Aegon was Aegon, but she knew a worse man than him.

-I’ve thought about it a lot, and my life isn’t going to change much. I’m going to stay here near my mother, my grandfather, Aemond and for a while you. I’ll just have to breed his babies.

-Realistically, that’s true.

-Where do you think you might end up? - the lioness had thought a lot that her marriage was only political. If she could, she would marry near Casterly Rock or Kingslanding.

-The Vale or the Riverlands is where alliances are needed. As long as I don’t end up in Stormlands, I’ll be fine. I don’t think a Baratheon and a Lannister can coexist. Their anger and our pride sound like a combination that can only bring disaster.- she had already rationalized almost every option.

-They must be angry all day because it never stops raining.- Helaena said sincerely, making them both laugh.

The Lannister guards interrupted.

-Lady Lannister, your uncle, and the Hand of the King request your presence.

-I will see you at dinnertime. My mother wants to see you.- Helaena said as she got up, and the handmaiden ladies took the dress with her.

***

Upon reaching the Tower of the Hand, the three men and she made the corresponding greetings before starting with what mattered to them.

-I’m told the negotiations have been a complete success for an alliance between the Lannisters, Hightower and the Tyrells.

-The rumours are true, grandfather. Even Harrenhal heard of the new negotiations. Besides calling her the golden beauty, now, they also say she has a golden tongue.

-Thank you, my Prince. We have reached a commercial agreement with the Tyrells, so we do not have to marry anyone to a house that is a natural ally.- she said as she approached to explain with the maps.- Also, it will put the Hightower house above the Tyrells. Products will trade off in the ports of Oldtown and Lannisport. It is faster and safer for products to cross by sea than land. Driftmark used to take care of that, but with the war of Steptones someone has to cover it, and Lannisport can trade by sea and land. The River Road and Goldroad lead everywhere. The Tyrells had no choice because their Ocean Road only connects with Lannisport, and Roseroad only connects to Kingslanding. The Tyrells will rely on the Lannisters and the Hightowers to move their crops.

-How did you agree to depend on these two families? A marriage would have worked better for them without compromising the Hightowers to gain even more power. - Tyland asked surprised at how a family as powerful as the Tyrells had sold out.

-Lord Martyn Tyrell has kept a low profile because he has been ill for many years. His wife, Elinor Hightower, will be regent as there is little expectation for Martyn, and her son Lyonel is an infant.- Aemond explained.

-It wasn't difficult to convince Elinor, but Martyn was worried that one of his bannermen would be much more powerful than them. But when they saw the possibility of obtaining more gold and a more concrete alliance with the Lannisters, the rose gave up his pride. Oldtown’s gonna have to protect the infant heir and his mother; we can afford that. They need protection and gold. - the lioness finished the explanation.

-Thank you very much for this alliance, Y/N. The Kingdom thanks you, and we will make up for it.- Otto said as the lioness left the room.

-It’ll have to be Elmo Tully.- Tyland said by looking at the map.

-Not necessarily. Riverrun is very close to Westerlands, and the advantage that would give us in the territory is minimal The Trident is where we need to control and to control it, we need Harrenhal and we have it. Marrying Y/N to Elmo Tully may not bring us any real benefit. - Aemond knew history tends to repeat and that most battles took place in the Riverlands. Y/N would be sent to a very likely death. Aemond would not risk Y/N's life.

-Elmo Tully is a suitable option. - Otto was curious about how much his grandson was disgust by the mere option of Elmo Tully.

-I'll talk to my brother personally. - assured Tyland.- Elmo Tully is a good choice and can give us control of The Trident.

-Elmo Tully will be with Rhaenyra. We would be wasting the option that the Martells can support us.- Aemond almost growls. The dragon’s blood was starting to warm up, and Tyland might burn.- We can marry Bethany Hightower. The Tully house is not rich. With the new trade gains, we can raise the dowry.- Aemond tried to reason with both.

-I’ll talk to my brother. - Tyland left.

The tension between Aemond and Otto grew. The whole conversation felt like a betrayal to Y/N. Aemond shouldn't be discussing her betrothal without her knowledge.

-Why do you defend with fire that Y/N does not marry Elmo?

-We can defeat the Tully. Jason and Y/N should know...

-If you want to marry her...-Otto interrupted.

-No.- he interrupted back sharply.

-You’re not marrying that whore.- his grandfather warned him.

***

After a long argument with his grandfather. Aemond went to Y/N’s room, the guards announced him, and he found her about to eat a lemon cake that she liked so much.

-Aemond! - she left the cake on the table with papers.

-You shouldn’t be eating lemon cakes before dinner. You’re going to ruin your appetite. - he stole one of her cakes.

-If you want more, we can ask for more.- she wiped her hands with a napkin.

-I’m sure you only ate fruit all day. - he scolded her.

-And cheese. - she laughed.

-You need to eat more than that.

-Don’t worry... - Aemond interrupted.

-I will always worry about you. I will always take care of you as you have for me. - Aemond felt guilty for not telling her about his affair in Harrenhal and fixing something as important as her betrothal.

-My sweet Aemond.- she took his hand as she had done in the afternoon.

-What are you doing with all these maps? - he changed the subject by seeing several maps on her table.

-With the North and the Vale, they have a great advantage; and they have more dragons. I’m looking for something that might bring us an advantage, but I think I’m too tired of the trip to think. - she confessed to him as he looked at the maps and she sat on the bed.

-Driftmark, without Corlys and his wars, they are vulnerable. I heard in the small council that they have emptied their coffers, and without the trade, everything will get worse. - Aemond should not give her that information, but together, they had always thought better.

-You are a genius! A Lannister controlling Driftmark.- she was excited about that information. He saw her mind start thinking about different scenarios.

- A Lannister?

-Yes, my father and brothers will not give money to a territory we can not control like Harrenhal.- after the fire in Harrenhal, the Lannisters gave money to Larry Strong to rebuild and to have control of Harrenhal and the favour of Larry Strong, who could be strange, but dangerous.

-Which Lannister?

-It can be Tymond with one of the daughters of Laena or...- Y/N kept silent. The mere thought made her burn in anger.

-You? - Aemond would burn Driftmarke before she was married to one of the bastards.

-No, because it would be Lucerys, and I would take his two eyes before he laid a hand on me.- the lioness’s eyes were as if she was going to hunt.- Vaemond has children?

-Yes, two Daeron and Daemion.

-They can be a marriage option for me. You should bring that option to the table - Y/N knew they had run her out of the room because they were seeing the best betrothal for her.

-I...- Aemond tried to explain.

-I know you’ve talked about it. I know my uncle will talk with my father and he’ll come with a red dress. I can suggest and make alliances, but I don’t think I’ll have much of a voice in my future husband. I trust you to support my decision.

-I promise you. - Aemond approached her.

I had to tell her everything. She deserves to hear it from me, not from Aegon, Aemond thought.

-I have something to tell you. In my travels, I fell in love.- making it longer would be harder.

-Oh! Aemond! That’s great news. Who is it? - The lioness’s heart stopped, but she managed to fake a smile. She didn’t understand why it hurt so much. From childhood, she felt more than friendship for him; but as they grew up, she knew it could not be anything of him because their families were already allies, so she gradually took him out of her heart, but apparently the dragon's ashes were still warm.

-Her name is Alys.- Y/N interrupted

-Alys? You can’t be in love with Alys Waxley! she’s only twelve!

-No, it’s not Alys Waxley. It’s Alys Rivers.- he immediately interrupted the sermon that came from the lioness.

Rivers a bastard. A bastard.

-My dear Y/N! - The Queen interrupted the conversation.

-Your Grace- they both bowed.

-An apologies for barely coming to see you, but I’ve had a lot of business to attend to. - the Queen was happy to see Y/N and came to give her a big hug.

-You don’t have to apologize, Your Grace.

-Aemond, my boy, I expected to see you until dinner. - she said as she hugged his son.

-I won’t be at dinner. I have unfinished business, but Lady Lannister has only eaten fruit, cheese and lemon cakes. She needs to eat better than that at dinner, mother - Alicent knew where her son would go. Her gaze was clear to both that the Queen was not happy.

-You’ve always had sweet tooth. You’ll eat something better. - the Queen smiled and would have to talk again with her son about his activities in the city.

-Your Grace, Lady Lannister.- Aemond left the room.

-You have to tell me all about your trip. - Y/N smiled and started telling her even though her mind was just repeating the name: Alys Rivers.

The irony with which the Gods played could even make the most serious knight laugh.

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Extra I : At the Sound of their Roar

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Female!Reader

Warning: none.

An extra of the series. I had an accident and I deleted chapters 2 & 3, this wasn´t part of those chapters at the end, but I kinda like it. I hope chapter 2 can be uploaded this week.

Notes: English is not my first language.

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-This is insulting and unacceptable! Rhaenyra can not do this! We owe an apology. - Johanna roared. -What do you want me to do? Go with Rhaenyra? - Jason had his right arm in the back of Y/N's chair. He had a calm tone, but his green eyes were full of danger. -We cannot demand an apology.- Tyland intervened. -You have no right to speak! We trust you to take care of our daughter! -Johanna!- Jason interrupted her.

Y/N saw the lions roar. She feared lions more than dragons.

-They broke her little nose without consequences. Where was the King or the Queen? -Focused on their son. Prince Aemond lost an eye, and the sons of Rhaynera were publicly accused of being bastards. -They’re bastards! The sooner Rhaenyra accepts the truth, the sooner she can make better decisions.- that made the little lioness curious. -How? - Y/N asked her mother. -Never mind, go to your room. I’ll see you later. - Jason approached his daughter to kiss her on the forehead, and she came out.

She hoped her Uncle Tyland wouldn’t say anything about her encounter with the Rogue Prince.

Along the way, she met his two older brothers: Loreon and Tymond.

-You really fight the Targaryen kids? - Loreon was impressed by her little sister. -To be honest, not really.- she chuckled.- I was beaten and just called the guards. I was a coward. I had to have fought. -The Targaryens believe they are Gods, and I think this crisis can make them more humble.- Loreon scoffed. -Are we going to have a bastard as King?- asked Tymond. -Not on our watch.- the lioness stated. The two brothers smiled. -Did he really lose his eye? - Tymond asked. The Lannister brothers knew very little of the princes, but they knew their little sister liked to be with Prince Aemond. -Yes, but he claimed Vhagar. -A dragon for an eye. It doesn’t sound fair. - Loreon added. -I want revenge. I want the Strong bastards and the Targaryens girls destroyed. -They will hear us roar. - Tymond stated. The second son was looking for battles in which he could prove himself in the future. Only an 11-year-old could wait for battles. -You have to remember that the lions ruled before the dragons conquered.- The lioness felt safe knowing two future golden lions behind her. -They won’t have to worry about the lions, they’d worry about the lioness. - the Lannister brothers knew they had a lioness with them capable of taming dragons.

The cubs came out to play; they were still children. Children playing adults.

-Y/N, we need to talk. - Jason interrupted his cubs playing.- Keep playing for a while; your sister will be back soon. -Can we go riding? - Tymond asked, and his two siblings were excited about the possibility of riding with their father. -We’ll see.

The cub's chambers were larger than the one she had at Red Keep. Jason sat with her on her bed to make her more comfortable, hoping that comfort would encourage her to tell the whole truth.

-You have nothing to worry about. -I need a sapphire.- that wasn’t the answer Jason was expecting. -If you want a sapphire, tomorrow we can… -I don’t want one. I need one.- she interrupted. -Why do you need a sapphire? - her daughter rarely demanded things that way. She knew the world could be hers. -Because I owe an eye.- she confessed. -My little cub, you didn’t take that eye. -If I had fought; if I hadn’t gone for the guards.- the cub regretted that decision. -You couldn’t fight with four children, and we don’t understand why Rhaenyra’s son had a blade. What need does a child have to be armed? - -I hadn’t thought that. Even Aegon does not have a blade on him yet. You’re right. Why do they have blades? -That’s Rhaenyra’s responsibility, not yours. You did the right thing by calling the guards. -I had to take them with me from the beginning. I didn’t think fast, and I have to think better than the rest. -Why do you have to think faster and better than the rest? Do you have something else to tell me? - Jason knew his daughter was hiding something from him. His brother knew, but he did not want to break the trust between the two. -No.- she lied. -Y/N Lannister. -I need the sapphire. -I want the whole truth. Let’s make a deal. Remember that sapphire I have in store. -The one grandfather gave you? -Yeah, the one with the violet dyes. -If you tell me every detail of what happened, I’ll give you that sapphire. - Jason saw his daughter think. -Why would you give it to me? -Because I love you, and I want to know what you’re hiding from me and why you’re hiding it from me.- the great lion -I did something stupid and dangerous. I don’t regret it, but it was irresponsible.- the fear that the lioness had not felt at the time began to feel. She pounced on his father’s arms seeking the shelter she had needed a few days ago. - I insulted the bastards, and Daemon Targaryen wanted my tongue, and I offered it to him.- Jason Lannister had never felt oppression so strong in the chest. He was perplexed his little lioness had roared for the first time and was nothing less than a dragon. -I need you to tell me everything in detail. - the cub sighed and began her story.

Y/N Lannister is a true golden lioness, his father thought after hearing his entire tale.

An extra of the series. I had an accident and I deleted chapters 2 & 3, this wasn´t part of those chapters but I kinda like it. I hope chapter 2 can be uploaded this week.

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MASTERLIST -AT THE SOUND OF THEIR ROAR

CHAPTERS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

EXTRAS

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MASTERLIST

BRUCE WAYNE

FEAR OF KNIGHT

AEMOND TARGARYEN

Series

At the Sound of their Roar - Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Fem!Reader

One shots

Broken Nose - Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Fem!Reader

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Chapter 1: At the Sound of their Roar

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Female!Reader

Warning: swearing, violence and spoilers.

Summary: What happened when a dragon and a lion fall in love.

Notes: English is not my first language.

-What titles did Aegon, the Conqueror, give to the Lannister family?

-Lords Paramount of the Westerlands and Wardens of the West.- Y/N asked. She was tired of her daily lessons.- Are we done?

-For the moment, yes. We will continue later.- the lion cub smiled and almost ran out of her apartments at the Red Keep.

She started looking for him.

All the Red Keep knew of the cub’s tendency to engage in a conversation despite only being 10 years old. She expected, almost demanded, an answer to each of her questions. All the Ladies, Lords, servants, and even the King hag grew fond of their little conversations or interrogations.

Her parents, Lord Jason Lannister of Casterly Rock and Lady Johanna Westerling, had sent her to court with her uncle Tyland. In the beginning, Jason refused to send her only daughter to the Capital; however, his lady wife insisted. She argued her daughter would learn how to navigate her duty as a highborn lady there than in Casterly Rock.

Jason was satisfied with his heirs, but there was no doubt that his daughter was the apple of his eye. With a broken heart, he let his daughter travel to the Red Keep with Tyland.

The little cub passed near where Princess Rhaynera was giving birth to her third child. She was curious about what the baby would be like.

On her way, she caught sight of Harwin Strong with a worried face. He felt her look and smiled back. He is a good person, she thought. She still did not understand the consequences of his actions.

She found the person she was looking for: Aemond. He was sitting at the foot of the Iron Throne practicing his High Valyrian.

-I thought you’d be at the Dragon Pit by now.

-Not yet. My nephews are waiting for their new brother to give him his egg.- he replied. He was still focused on his book.

-I prefer lions.- she sat beside him. Aemond stopped reading his book to see her with a face of disbelief.

-Why? Lions are weak compared to dragons.

-First, I’m a proud Lannister and second, their mane should be soft. I want one.

-I’m sure if you asked Lord Jason for one, he’d send it to you so we could have it here.

-I know, but I don’t want your brother and your nephews to want to feed their dragons with my lion.

-Wise girl.

-I’d like my father to give me a dragon... or even a lion.

-He loves you, but he is ill.- she tried to encourage him.

-No, he loves Rhaenrya. Helaena, Daeron and I do not exist. And Aegon less and less each day. I could die tomorrow, and he would not notice.

-But your mother would.

-Yes, she’d definitely notice.- both chuckled.

-I would notice it. And don’t worry, you will one day have your dragon as I will have my lion.- she said so sure that for a few seconds, Aemond believed he would have a dragon.

-You are really that sure?

-Yes! - she stood and saw the Iron Throne.- As well as someday a Lannister will sit on the Iron Throne.

-That could be considered great treason.- he stood beside her watching the throne.

-If Lannister marries a Targaryen and they have a son, that baby could sit on the throne.

-It would be a Targaryen.

-It would be a Lannister.- both laughed.

-Targaryen-Lannister.- Aemond repeated it in his mind- sounds...

-Powerful.

***

Curiosity won over the cub. She was looking for the Queen when she saw that the princess had returned to her apartment with her husband.

The Guards announced her arrival. She did not find the Queen alone; she did her courtesy towards the King and the Queen.

-Lady Lannister- the King greeted.

-Your Grace.- the cub saw the opportunity to talk about Aemond to the King.- I was with Aemond. He is advancing very well with his High Valyrian.- before she could continue, the King interrupted.

-I’ll summon him soon. - the cub didn’t want to give up, but the Queen squeezed her shoulders slightly to stop her.

Y/N didn’t understand why the King didn’t want to see Aemond. She knew the princess and wasn’t as intelligent as Aemond. She understood why he didn’t want to see Aegon.

-I am very grateful for your support to Aemond.- the Queen knew that the little Lannister had a special connection with Aemond. In addition to just being a year younger, the lioness’s infinite curiosity and determination for his son created a special bond between them.

Y/N loved the Queen almost like her own mother. The Queen Alicent filled the emptiness she had when she missed her mother.

-Is the baby cute?

-Yes, like all babies.- the Queen answered sincerely.

-A girl?

-No, a boy

-A strong boy?

-Yes, strong and healthy. His name is Joffrey.- not a Targaryen name, she thought.

-I hope your egg doesn’t hatch.- she confessed.

-We should not wish for that. He is just a baby.- the Queen scold her gently.

-Jace, Luke, and Aegon bother Aemond a lot for not having a dragon. Maybe if it was one of his brothers does not have a dragon, they could stop bothering Aemond. - The Queen hugged the girl.

-How excited are you to spend some time at Casterly Rock?- the excited girl told the Queen everything she wanted to do when she got home.

They both had a pleasant time. It was hard for Alicent not to compare Y/N to her daughter. Healena was hard to connect with. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t understand her daughter’s fascination with bugs, while Y/N could talk about anything a 10-year-old girl did. Lord Jason would not marry his daughter so young, and the Queen would support this. She didn’t want the girl’s glow to fade if she had to get married as young as she did. Somehow, the Queen was reliving part of her childhood with her. It reminded her of when she was with Johana and Rhaenyra at her age; before facing the cruel reality.

The Queen rose hastily to see her son when the guards arrived with Aemond.

***

Her uncle, Tyland, had announced to her that before going to Casterly Rock, they would go to the funeral of Lady Leana as representatives of the House Lannister. He warned her about her behaviour.

-Go and give Lady Leana’s daughters some comforting words. They’ll need a friend.- her uncle said kindly.

-Should I see Jace and Luke too?- the news about the death of Harwin Strong and his father had arrived. The cub did not have sympathy for the King's grandchildren after the joke about the pig.

-That would be treason.- he warned her.

-Telling the truth should not be treason.- Tyland pressed his cheek and pointed him to go with the girls.

Aemond approached to fire pit with Jace. He couldn’t tell him how sorry he was for Harwin's death. He would remember him with affection, always giving away sweets incognito. Although he knew it was for the Velaryon children, they all enjoyed extra sweets.

Aemond’s attempted smile and Jace’s disgusted look were not what they wanted to say.

The lioness could only smile at the girls because her grandmother had arrived with them. Rhaenys did not want anyone to join them.

She approached Aemond. They were in silence. None of the children knew what they had to do or to feel, but they could perfectly sense the tension of the adults.

Aemond needed a few minutes alone with Y/N to tell her the plan. He decided he was claiming Vhagar. If anything happened to him, he needed someone to know and that someone was Y/N.

-I will claim Vhagar. I can finally have my dragon and the greatest of Westeros.- he paused for a brief moment.- or I may not return.

-You will return with the biggest dragon of Westeros. I will be waiting for you at the entrance.- she supported him. He deserved a dragon as fierce as him.

Y/N took Aemond’s hand to give him confidence. He wanted to kiss her. He had never kissed anyone, and Aegon had told him it was time to kiss women.

-Go get your dragon.- she kissed him sweetly on the cheek.

***

Y/N was nervous about Aemond coming back. He has to come back, she thought.

Minutes passed, but she could only hear the torches. More minutes passed, and Y/N turned around to go after the guards, but a powerful growl caught her attention.

-He claimed it!- she smiled.

Her smile faded when she heard steps and voices.

-What are you doing here? - Y/N asked the Targaryen girls and the Velaryon boys.

-We heard Vhagar. What are you doing here?- the elder girl asked angrily.

-I don’t have to give you explanations.

-We’re Velaryon; we’re in Driftmark, and you’re...- Jace was interrupted.

- A Lannister. I don’t have to give you any explanation.

-It’s him.- Baela pointed Aemond out.

-It’s me.- Aemond took off his cloak.

-Vhagar is my mother’s dragon.

-Your mother is dead, and Vhagar has a new rider.- he stated. The other four children were angry. Y/N almost ran to Aemond's side.

-She was mine to claim!- Aemond got in front of Y/N.

-Then you should’ve claimed her! Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride. It would suit you.- Y/N took Aemond by the shoulder to leave, but Baela walked to wrestle with Aemond, he pushed her to the ground, and Rhaena hit him. Aemond returned the punch. Y/N stopped Rhaena before she could punch Aemond back, but the Targaryen girl managed to punch her in the face.

-Come at us again, and I’ll feed you to my dragon! - Aemond tried to help Y/N, but Jace started throwing punches, Aemond managed to defend himself with a kick, but the four children attacked him.

Y/N tried to pull Jace, but he punched her Y/N. She screamed.

Aemond alerted by the scream managed to kick Jace and then his cousins. Luke attacked again, but Aemond was faster and grabbed him by the neck. He takes a raised rock threatening him. He saw Y/N running out and screaming for the guards.

-You will die screaming in flames just as your father did! Bastards.

-My father is still alive.- Luke whined. Aemond lowered the rock.

-He doesn’t know, does he, Lord Strong? - Jace pulled out a blade.

He begins to threaten Aemond. He continues with the stone in his hand. Luke with a scream cuts his eye. Aemond falls to the ground as he screams and covers his eye.

- Aemond! -Y/N ran to see how Luke took the blade but failed to get help.

The Guards were too late.

***

-Aemond will have the truth of what happened. Now! - the King shouted at his son.

-What else is there to hear? Our child has been mutilated. Your grandchild is responsible.- the Queen was furious. Not even his father had seen this side of Alicent.

-It was a regrettable accident.

-Accident? Prince Lucerys brought a sword into the ambush. He wanted to kill my son.

-It was my children who were attacked and forced to defend themselves. Vile insults went against them.- Rhaenyera defended her children.

-What insults? - the King asked.

-The legitimacy of my children’s birth was called into question.

-He called us bastards.-Jace muttered.

-My children are in the line to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace. This is the highest betrayal. Prince Aemond must be strongly questioned, so we can know where he heard such slanders. - Aemond turned to see his half-sister and bastards. He just lost an eye, and he has to endure being questioned.

-For an insult? My son has lost an eye. - the Queen was perplexed.

The lioness knew that no justice would be done for Aemond’s eye. The King decided to give more importance to an insult than his son’s eye.

The King demanded apologies, but those were never heard.

***

-Your parents would have a word with the Queen for this.- in the ambush, Jace broked Y/N's nose.

-There is debt to be paid- she repeated the words of the Queen.

- A Lannister always pays his debts.- His uncle replied. She smiled.

Her nose would be avenged, and somehow the Lannisters would help avenge Aemond’s eye, as the King had strayed by a few insults.

-You’ll have new and more guards.

-What are you going to do to the others?

-Your father will decide. Now, go to say goodbye. I still have some business with the Hand. Try not to get into trouble.- he warned.

-I’ll try.

She had a headache. The Maesters had told her it was normal. If a broken nose could hurt, she could not imagine the pain of losing an eye.

The little cub went to see Aemond.

The Queen was leaving Aemond's room. She explained that Aemond was sleeping due to the milk of the poppy for the pain.

Upon returning to the room, she encountered the four attackers in the hall. They were calm as if nothing had happened the night before. With her new guards she approached the bastards and their cousins.

-You haven’t apologized.- she faced them.

-What for? - Jace asked.

-He stole Vhagar- Rhaena attacked.

-And you are the Targaryens?- the cub mocked them.- You should know that a person can’t steal a dragon. He claimed Vhagar fairly.

-He called us bastards!

-If a person had to lose a part of their body every time they insulted someone, no one could survive. Not even you! It’s an insult to tell the Prince that he should ride a pig.- the boys were getting nervous.- What should you lose?

-Are you threatening us? - Jace asked, startled to see the lioness’s cold gaze and her four guards behind.

-There is debt to be paid, and a Lannister always pays his debts.

Otto saw everything and knew that cub would grow up to be a great lioness. A lioness who hunts dragons. A lioness who will support his little dragons.

-The King said he will have the tongue of anyone who spreads those accusations, Lady Lannister.- Daemon said, appearing from one of the corners. The dragon thought that the lioness will bow, but she didn’t.

-Then remove my tongue. I am sure you have a blade with you, Prince Daemon.- The Rogue Prince was surprised. The little cub had more blood than some of the Targaryen.- Guard, give me your blade.- her guards did not give her one until Y/N demanded it.

She threw it at the Prince’s feet.

The echo of the blade was the only sound heard at Driftmark for a moment. Daemon slowly approached the blade. The guards took on the handle of their swords, preparing to face the Prince.

-This is madness even for you Daemon.- the Hand of the King intervened.

-You heard my brother. He was very clear, and Lady Lannister insists on serving her punishment.

-She is a child!

-She knows what bastards mean. She knows the penalty, and you know that I like to enforce the laws.

-Then do it.- the guards drew their swords, and Daemon slowly approached to see if the puppy approached her guards, but out of her heavier breath, her position did not change.

-I just hope you're ready for a war with the Lannisters.-

Daemon stopped watching Otto as if he’d just ruined his hunt.

-The Lannisters are a great family that honours the laws. They will understand that their daughter broke the law.- Daemonwas close enough to attack at any time.

-Be prepared for war.- Otto repeated.- Not a single person will support you on this, not even your brother.

Daemon knew Otto was right, but he couldn’t let a girl win. The Lannsiter had insulted his daughters. She had made his blood look like weak cravens.

-Lady Lannister should apologize.- Daemon wanted at least to humiliate the proud lion.

-No.- she roared.

Otto agreed with the lioness. She wasn’t a cub anymore. Not after facing Daemon Targaryen.

-Then your tongue is it.- the chaos broke out

-Dameon! Guards! - shouted Otto pushed Y/N behind his back.

-What’s the meaning of this?! - before a tragedy, Tyland stopped the madness.

-I told the bastards that they should apologize for what happened last night.- she explained while leaving the Hand's back.- Prince Dameon wants justice as the King demanded because I broke the law by calling them bastards. He demands my tongue, uncle. I even gave him the blade.- Tyland knew Y/N was impulsive, but she never thought she could do anything stupid like this.

-You’re not going to touch my niece. She’s not going to apologize, she didn’t insult you last night or did she? - the kids denied.- Jace Velaryon broke her nose, and clearly, she justice or at least an apology.

Daemon threw the blade back at Y/N.

-You can have hit, Prince. The handle has gold. I think you may need the gold ,or for your cowardly nephews to remember that there is a debt to pay, and the Lannister always pays their debts.

Daemon saw them all leave. His daughters and nephews behind him were scared. The Lannister girl was right; four dragons had been cornered by a small lioness.

Daemon picked up the blade. The handle had a golden lion.

The Rogue Prince had to admit he was impressed of the fiercer of the lioness.

There was a debt to be paid.

She wanted an eye, and he wanted a tongue.

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A Broken Nose

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Female!Reader

Warning: mention of pregnancy and I think that's it.

Summary: Aemond and Y/N's son has an accident playing with other kids.

Notes: English is not my first language.

Y/N heard in the distance the steps of her husband more hasty than usual. As soon as he entered the room, the anger that boiled in his chest would be unleashed. Y/N knew she could calm Aemond, but when it came to his little dragon, there was no way of that happening.

She wanted to break the nose of all the children in that yard, but she preferred to give comfort and support to her son, Aenar, before seeing heads roll. Her husband would give her the heads she wanted.

Despite being aware that her husband would enter any second through the door, she still jumped a little at the roar. The Maester did not flinch; he was focused on Aenar’s suture.

They were visiting the North to solidify their alliance. In theory, Aegon had to have made this visit, but due to his lack of responsibility, his mother and grandsire had decided that Aemond was the one who would have to solidify that alliance.

Aemond didn't want to leave his family for so long. Travelling alone with Vhagar was much faster, but he decided to spend some time away from the capital with his family. Also, Y/N’s curiosity to visit the North.

He never thought his son would be hurt.

-What happened? - he knelt next to Aenar. The little cub let go of his mother’s hand to squeeze his father’s.

-Apparently, the northern children play rough. - Aemond sought to use a calm tone to keep Aenar calm. Y/N settled on the other side to hold his other hand.

They both smiled at their son. Aenar didn't have serious injuries, just a cut on his forehead and a broken nose. The healings did not take long, and the Maester left the room they had in Winterfell. They called one of the maids who accompanied them on the journey, so Aenar could take a hot bath.

-In a moment, I will be with you, my little lion - Y/N squatted down. He did not look in pain.

-Mother, I am a dragon - he chuckled.

-Don't tell your father, but you are my little lion and more with that cute nose of yours - she told him as she took his little face in her hands and joined their foreheads.

It was a little joke between Y/N and Aemond since she was pregnant. Will it be a dragon or a lion? Physically there was no doubt; he was a Targaryen, but Y/N saw so many qualities of Aemond in Aenar, and Aemond saw all that he loved about Y/N in his son.

It could be considered a draw. Aenar was the perfect mix of his parents, apart from the physical, although he possessed Y/N’s smile.

Aemond came over to give him a slight squeeze on the cheek and smile at him. The boy came out with the maid closing the door.

-What happened? - his voice was filled with fury.

-They were playing with wooden swords, and everything got out of control. It seems that the children of the North do not play to fight but fight. Aenar told me that Rickon stumbled, and with the handle of the sword, he hit him in the nose and, with the broken point of the sword opened his forehead. It was genuinely an accident. The children ran for help when they saw blood. - Her husband stared at her and was elated. Y/N was sure he remembered the night he lost his eye.

-Have they apologized? - he asked in a dangerous tone.

-More than once, both the children and Lady Stark. - Y/N approached her husband to cup his face just like her son a few minutes ago.

-Aemond, I know you want heads to roll, and so do I. Whether it was an accident or not, our little cub was hurt, but it was an accident, my love. - her husband began to relax under her touch.

-What heads do you want rolling?

-Those of the North, I don’t understand why children play so rough.

- I can give you Winterfell if you ask me.- Y/N knew that Aemond wasn’t playing.

-As much as I would love that it won’t be necessary, my love. It was an accident. - both stayed a few seconds in silence

- If Aenar doesn’t get an apology from Cregan, I want his head. - she confessed. Aemond nodded as he hugged his wife.

-I don’t expect that either.

During dinner, Cregan Stark not only apologized publicly but offered one of his horses to Aenar. Cregan was not a fool. He knew that Aemond not only expected but would demand an apology. He also knew he could no longer increase the rivalry between the Lannisters and the Starks.

-I know it’s not the same as having a dragon, but Northern horses are the best horses you can find in the Seven Kingdoms.- Aemond and Y/N thanked the Starks for their gesture and goodwill.

Before going to sleep, Aemond went to Aenar’s room. He checked that his son was not cold. He sat on the bed next to him and tucked him into the bed.

-Mother won’t be able to tell me I’m a lion, now I’m going to look more like you with my scar.- he said. Aemond smiled a little.

-Do you want to look like me?

-Yes! You ride Vhagar, and you're the best swordsman of all the Seven Kingdoms and beyond.- Aemond was moved by his son’s words. He never wanted to be like his father. He could even say that he never had one. Aemond hugged Aenar and kissed his head. He couldn’t let his son go through what he did.

-Well, you’re always going to be a dragon, as much as a lion. The important thing is that you know when it’s time to be a lion and when to be a dragon.

-When would it be best to be a lion?

-Your mother always knows what to say and ...

-She gives the best hugs.- Aenar interrupted with enthusiasm.

-You don’t like my hugs? - Aemond smiled and hugged him trying to prove a point he knew was lost. He knew very well the sweet touch his wife had.

-Yes, but mother sings to me and strokes my hair.

-I know, my little dragon. Time to sleep. - Aemond accommodated his son in bed and went to sit by the fireplace.

He was fine, he thought.

Y/N entered his son's chambers. She discovered her husband was lost in his thoughts.

Y/N stands beside her husband as she stroke his hair and holds his hand.

-Everything is fine. He is fine. - she reassured.

-I know how it feels when your father not only doesn’t defend you but blames you for an accident. I can’t let him have this grudge I have against my father. - he paused for seconds.- I’d rather have known he hated me than ignore me. He let him hurt his son and did nothing. I was only the second child of the second marriage. It doesn’t matter what I did; it was never enough.

Y/N knew Aemond’s contempt for his father. No matter what Aemond achieved, Visery never cared. The only thing Aemond could do to gain his attention was to insult Rhaynera or his bastards.

-His only child was Rhaynera. Even though she left him and we were there the whole time. - Y/N kissed his hand and squatted in front of him.

-Aemond, your father got sick when you were very young; we’ll never know what kind of father he would have been if he had been healthy. - with her free hand, she caressed his face. - But you don’t need to be her, and I hate your father for making you feel inferior. The father you are does not reflect anything that was yours. Aenar adores you. You were willing to burn Winterfell for him.

-I’d do anything for him and you.

-We know.

-I don’t know if he knows

-Of course, he knows. When he arrived after the accident, he asked for you. When I told him I had already sent you, he relaxed, he knew his father was coming and everything was going to be fine. - Aemond guided her to sit on his lap.

-I’d burn the Seven Kingdoms for you.

-We know.- she gave him a sweet kiss.

Before leaving for their room in Winterfell, they gave the last glimpse of the night to Aenar. Aemond hugged his wife from behind. Y/N led her hands to her belly.

-We should give him a brother.- Aemond smiled.

-A great idea, my lioness. - he caressed her belly. He remembered four years ago when Aenor was safe from any danger in his mother’s womb.

-There will be another cub that confirms that you exceed in being a father.

- A little dragon.- he corrected her.

-No, we already have our dragon. We need the lion. - Aemond smiled and kissed his beloved wife.

He was eager to become a father again.

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A Broken Nose

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Female!Reader

Warning: mention of pregnancy and I think that's it.

Summary: Aemond and Y/N's son has an accident playing with other kids.

Notes: English is not my first language.

Despite being aware that her husband would enter any second through the door, she still jumped a little at the roar. The Maester did not flinch; he was focused on Aenar’s suture.

Aemond didn't want to stop seeing his family for so long. Travelling alone with Vhagar was much faster, but he needed to spend some time away from the capital with his family. Also, Y/N’s curiosity to know the North decided to have a family trip.

He never thought his son would be hurt.

-What happened? - he knelt next to Aenar. The little cub let go of his mother’s hand to squeeze his father’s. -Apparently, the northern children play rough. - Aemond sought to use a calm tone to keep Aenar calm. Y/N settled on the other side to hold his other hand.

-In a moment, I will be with you, my little lion - YN squatted down. He did not look in pain. -Mother, I am a dragon - he chuckled. -Don't tell your father, but you are my little lion and more with that cute nose of yours - she told him as she took his little face in her hands and joined their foreheads.

It could be considered a draw. Aenar was the perfect mix of his parents, apart from the physical, although he possessed Y/N’s smile.

Aemond came over to give him a slight squeeze on the cheek and smile at him. The boy came out with the maid closing the door.

-What happened? - his voice was filled with fury. -They were playing with wooden swords, and everything got out of control. It seems that the children of the North do not play to fight but fight. Aenar told me that Rickon stumbled, and with the handle of the sword, he hit him in the nose and, with the broken point of the sword opened his forehead. It was genuinely an accident. The children ran for help when they saw blood. - Her husband stared at her and was elated. Y/N was sure he remembered the day he lost his eye. -Have they apologized? - he asked in a dangerous tone. -More than once, both the children and Lady Stark. - Y/N approached her husband to cup his face just like her son a few minutes ago. -Aemond, I know you want heads to roll, and so do I. Whether it was an accident or not, our child was hurt, but it was an accident, my love. - her husband began to relax under her touch. -What heads do you want rolling? -Those of the North, I don’t understand why children play so rough.

-I can give you Winterfell if you ask me.- Y/N knew that Aemond wasn’t playing. -As much as I would love to let my family, that won’t be necessary, my love. It was an accident. - both stayed a few seconds in silence

If Aenar doesn’t get an apology from Cregan, I want his head. - she confessed. Aemond nodded as he hugged his wife.

-I know it’s not the same as having a dragon, but Northern horses are the best horses you can find in the Seven Kingdoms.- Aemond and Y/N thanked the Starks for their gesture and goodwill.

Before going to sleep, Aemond went to Aenar’s room. He checked that his son was not cold. He sat on the bed next to him and tucked him into the bed. -Mother won’t be able to tell me I’m a lion, now I’m going to look more like you with my scar. - he said. Aemond smiled a little. -Do you want to look like me? -Yes! You ride Vhagar, and you're the best swordsman of all the Seven Kingdoms and beyond. - Aemond was moved by his son’s words. He never wanted to be like his father. He could even say that he never had one. Aemond hugged Aenar and kissed his head. He couldn’t let his son go through what he did. -Well, you’re always going to be a dragon, as much as a lion. The important thing is that you know when it’s time to be a lion and when to be a dragon. -When would it be best to be a lion? -Your mother always knows what to say and … -She gives the best hugs.- Aenar interrupted with enthusiasm. -You don’t like my hugs? - Aemond smiled and hugged him trying to prove a point he knew was lost. He knew very well the sweet touch his wife had. -Yes, but mother sings to me and strokes my hair. -I know, my little dragon. Time to sleep. - Aemond accommodated his son in bed and went to sit by the fireplace.

He was fine, he thought.

Y/N entered his son's chambers. She discovered her husband was lost in his thoughts.

Y/N stands beside her husband as she stroke his hair and holds his hand.

-Everything is fine. He is fine. - she reassured. -I know how it feels when your father not only doesn’t defend you but blames you for an accident. I can’t let him have this grudge I have against my father. - he paused for seconds.- I’d rather have known he hated me than ignore me. He let him hurt his son and did nothing. I was only the second child of the second marriage. It doesn’t matter what I did; it was never enough.

Y/N knew Aemond’s contempt for his father. No matter what Aemond achieved, Visery never cared. The only thing Aemond could do to gain his attention was to insult Rhaynera or his bastards.

-His only child was Rhaynera. Even though she left him and we were there the whole time. - Y/N kissed his hand and squatted in front of him. -Aemond, your father got sick when you were very young; we’ll never know what kind of father he would have been if he had been healthy. - with her free hand, she caressed his face. - But you don’t need to be her, and I hate your father for making you feel inferior. The father you are does not reflect anything that was yours. Aenar adores you. You were willing to burn Winterfell for him. -I’d do anything for him and you. -We know. -I don’t know if he knows -Of course, he knows. When he arrived after the accident, he asked for you. When I told him I had already sent you, he relaxed, he knew his father was coming and everything was going to be fine. - Aemond guided her to sit on his lap. -I’d burn the Seven Kingdoms for you. -We know.- she gave him a sweet kiss.

Before leaving for their room in Winterfell, they gave the last glimpse of the night to Aenar. Aemond hugged his wife from behind. Y/N led her hands to her belly. -We should give him a brother.- Aemond smiled. -A great idea, my lioness. - he caressed her belly. He remembered six years ago when Aenor was safe from any danger in his mother’s womb. -There will be another cub that confirms that you exceed in being a father. -A little dragon.- he corrected her. -No, we already have our dragon. We need the lion. - Aemond smiled and kissed his beloved wife.

He was eager to become a father again.

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"Alicent is delusional for thinking that Rhaenyra is going to kill her siblings!"

Yeah tell me one scene where Rhaenyra is having a conversation alone with any of them or bonds with them!

She said that her brother should be sharply questioned, which back in the day ment corporal punishment, for a rumour she knows damn well it's the truth, as if he's not sitting in a chair with an eye missing.

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Fear of the Knight: Chapter 7.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Female!Reader

Warning: swearing, spoilers, violence and mention of rape

Summary: After a childhood and youth together, Bruce and [Y/N] live separate lives full of secrets. A new serial killer in Gotham unmasked the truth of the city, but the lies of Bruce and [Y/N] also were unmasked. What is the cost of the lies?

Notes: English is not my first language.

Masterlist: Fear of the Knight

Sorry for the delay, between my elbow surgery and the end of the semester I wasn't able to write, but I'm back (again)! I hope you enjoy it. Leave a comment if you want to be tag ⭐️

-[Y/N], are you sure? I don't think it's a good idea to look for the vigilante.- Neera was worried.

-Of course, I'm sure. I already convinced Gordon to let me call him. I need to do this. He's the only one who can finish them off. I need to be free, and even if I have to go to jail, at least no one will be able to control me.

-You're one of the few good people I know in Gotham, but you're still a person, and you're going to make mistakes. You helped me! A stripper with no future! How many women from the Iceberg Lounge have you gotten out of that miserable place?

-32… but Annika…

-You're not going to be able to save us all. Just keep trying to change lives. I got your back, little bird.- both smiled at each other.

-How do I look? -[Y/N] asked as she showed her uncoordinated outfit to avoid being recognized.

-Horrible- answered Neera sincerely.

-Perfect!

-Now, we're going to get you out of this hospital.

-[Y/N], we can still go. What if he sees you as a threat?

-I don't think so -[Y/N] chuckled and showed her cast.

-What if I stay with you?

-No, I need you to go to the Wayne Foundation and give Annika's case- she said while tapping the envelope with evidence that they had worked in the hospital.

-I can do it tomorrow…

-No, I need Bella and Harvey to commit. I need to put the killer behind bars.

-How do you know the Wayne Foundation is going to cooperate?

-I'm going to speak directly with Bruce.

-[Y/N] - Neera gave her a worried look. Neera knew part of her history with Bruce. Neera was her best friend. Although [Y/N] wanted to tell her everything, she knew that she would put her in danger if she knew the whole truth of her life.

-I know he'll help.

-How?

-His parents. Martha and Thomas would have helped.

-If you insist. Call me when you get home.

-Sure.

[Y/N] got out of the car while trying to catch her breath. What floor had Gordon said?

Women liked him. He liked them, too, but he never stayed in one place long enough to form a lasting relationship. His relationships after [Y/N] had been just a fling and were just for pleasure. He was not sure he wanted one; he could only fantasize about a future with [Y/N]. Oh! But Selina was a beautiful woman, dangerously beautiful. She also understood his nocturnal world.

-I told you, baby. I can take care of myself-Selina said sensually before leaving, but he realized that she stopped when she saw a person. He turned around, thinking it was Gordon, but his heart skipped a beat when he saw [Y/N] standing there.

She had her hair fluffy, and no makeup and her bruises stand out more. She had an old Gotham University sweatshirt and shorts too big for her. She finally combined it with tall purple rain boots and a yellow raincoat. Bruce wanted to smile seeing her like that. He could almost hear her laugh looking for puddles like when they were children.

-You knew?- Selina asked her as she walked towards her like a cat hunting her prey.

-What are you talking about?

-Don't pretend to be stupid. It doesn't fit you. Since when did you know about Annika? - Selina's anger against [Y/N] was clear.

-I found out the last night we met - [Y/N]'s body language was defensive. She definitely wasn't looking to have that conversation with Selina.

-And you weren't going to tell me?

-It's not that I have your phone, and these days I've tried…-she was interrupted.

-I don't see you moving a finger.- [Y/N] changed her body language to an offensive one. She wasn't going to let Selina make her feel any more guilty.

-I'm not going to go looking for the killer. I'm going to have Harvey look him up as PR. I already told you that I don't have a death wish, and looking for the killer would be looking for the same destiny. Do not take justice into your own hand, Selina. The consequences can be high.

-I don't see anyone looking for justice for Annika

-And what do you think I'm doing here? - Bruce witnessed a battle of women who wanted to be right that was basically a battle of titans in front of him.

-You are not different from them. Taking dirty money and living off it.

-I have no choice. My fate may be the same as Annika's. I'm still a valuable little bird but replaceable. If you want to hunt down the killer, do it. I'm going to do it my way- [Y/N] with her look and tone, she left no option for Selina to say anything else. Selina followed her path as if she had never bumped into [Y/N].

Bruce watched [Y/N] take a deep breath as if she was taking courage.

-Stop judging me with your gaze.- she told him while trying to fix her hair in a ponytail, but she couldn't because of the cast. Bruce's fingers itched to help her. Since the day he'd seen her at Mitchell's house, he'd dreamed about her soft hair.

-Why could I judge you? Because of your friendship with Penguin? Or with Falcone?

-You don't know a thing, Bat.- the two stared at each other. Bruce didn't know what to say. He didn't want to talk much either. She could somehow recognize his voice. [Y/N] didn't know where to start.

-The cat got your tongue? - [Y/N] tried to joke around to break the tension. She didn't know where she had gotten the confidence to joke around with the Bat. Maybe it was the pain meds. Bruce still didn't say anything.- Uhm… I'm here to tell you a theory I have about the rat and answer any questions you may have about the mob.

-I thought you worked with them. - Bruce's tone was harsh.

-The most appropriate thing to say is that I work for them, although that would be to say that I have a choice.

-I saw you very comfortable with Penguin- he replied.

-Oz has saved me on several occasions. He is a friend.

-And Falcone? - The tone of both began to be increasingly hostile.

-He is more like my captor.

-I don't see you locked up.

-If I wasn't locked up, I wouldn't have come to you.

-Why are you locked up?

-Because of a bad deal I made a few years ago.- Both remained silent for a few seconds.- Could I tell you my theory? I'm not here to talk about my personal life.- the Bat nodded.- You remember Reed 'Piggy' Porcello, right? It was your first case with Lieutenant Janice Dure.

-How do you know that?

-I worked with Mitchell. We've heard about you since the first case. You remember it, right? - he just nodded again. The vigilante was a man of few words.

-Porcello was one of the few people who started working for Oz and Falcone, who worked for Marroni and my dad. And not only that, but since they were arrested, Porcello has had positions within the government. Why do you think Falcone paid to get him out of jail?

-Do you think he is the rat?

-Don't know. I just think it's a bit suspicious. Porcello betrayed Falcone, and he's still alive and working for him and the government.

-Like you.-he told her as recrimination. Bruce was trying to stay calm, but he wanted to know why [Y/N] was involved with them.

-I'm not the rat-her tone and gaze were strong. He knew she wasn't the rat, but he needed to confirm that information.

-I saw Penguin giving you money.

-It was for Colson. I'm a perfect disguise to move papers and money around, but I've never done anything else

-And being the key witness in the trial of Marroni and your dad? -[Y/N] felt that question was an offence.

-That is my worst mistake.- she needed to undo the lump in her throat.- I'm not the rat because I would have let your cowl be taken from you at the funeral - she argued.

-One theory is that you're using Porcello for us to investigate him, so you can go free.

-I am not the rat!-she almost cried.

-Why not? Your theory is that Porcello is a suspect because he is working for the government and Falcone. Also, he worked for Marroni and your father. But you are in the same position. Why him and not you?

-Because I lost everything, and he won.- her face had changed to one of rage. [Y/N] had gone through endless emotions during this confrontation.

-What did you lose? You own your father's company, the family house…

-Just on paper!-she interrupted him.- My family's company is dedicated to money laundering and their operations. My family home is destroyed. Until a few days ago, they decided where I lived. They choose my car, and my job and control some of my money. As Colson said, I'm their favourite doll.

-How did you end up like this?

-A bad deal. I want all of them in jail, and even if I have to go with them; I will be free from their control. I'm going to jail on my own terms.

-Why don't you tell me everything?

-No, it's my story. It's personal.- she returned to a more neutral tone but determined to prove her point.

-Do you really believe that Porcello is the rat?

-I don't know.- another silence.- Only when I think about it, who is the one who has won the most? Only Porcello comes to mind. Also, they don't call him Piggy just because he's fat, but because of the carnage, he commits when they ask him for a job. Since he started working with Falcone and Mitchell, he was no longer just a criminal, but a politician. Mitchell paid him well for his jobs outside the office. The rat is someone we can't imagine.

-Can you talk to Porcello?

-No

-Get some proof?

-No. I can't be near Porcello.- her tone did not give rise to discussion, although Bruce preferred to insist.

-Why?

-It's personal.

-It's hard to work without some proof.

-Kenzie is close to him. You could ask about Porcello; he's always in the Iceberg Lounge.- Bruce kept thinking that it couldn't be Porcello. He had watched him after the GCPD didn't put him in jail, and nothing indicated that he was the rat- You still don't trust me, do you?

-It can't be Porcello

-Why?

-It's personal - Bruce wanted to play with her too.

-I'm not the rat.

-What was that deal, [Y/N]? - he changed the subject. He hoped he could convince her to tell him the truth about her involvement.

-It's my life! I haven't told anyone. Why would I tell you?

-If we solve this case, it could help you set free.

-I can't… I can't. I don't trust you.

-Do you have any documents from them? or something that can serve as a clue?

-No, they are clever. They use paper so it can be destroyed and not tracked. I told you that Porcello is very close to Kenzie, look for him, he will talk.

-How do you know he would talk?

-Just tell him that you have the audio of [Y/N]. It's not proof, but he will sing if you ask him.-

-What is the audio from?

-It's personal.

-They'll know you talked to me. If you tell me the whole story, I can pretend I found it somewhere else, but with the half of the story, they'll know it's you. I'm not going to put you at risk.- That was true. There was no universe where Bruce would put [Y/N] at risk.

-Nobody knows the whole story.- she confessed.

-You protected my secret, and I'm going to protect yours.- [Y/N] thought that maybe she would never have a similar opportunity that someone could know her story to help her be free. What could an outlaw do? She looked into his eyes and saw absolute sincerity. Alos, I kind of familiarity like when you listen to someone you love.

With a sigh, she began her story with her.

-After college, I went to Metropolis to work for Lex Luthor on his PR team. At first, my dad didn't care until my work began to stand out, and my dad asked me to return to work in the PR of the family company. I told him no, the company was at Marroni's disposal, and because of that and… for… nothing, I didn't want to return to Gotham.

-The whole story, without gaps. - The Bat said with a certain sweetness.

-Because of Bruce Wayne, everything reminded me of him. During those two years in Metropolis, I was happy. I was starting a new life.- [Y/N] smiled as she remembered her life in the quiet city of Metropolis.- My dad wanted me so much in Gotham that he sent people to destroy my car, my aparment and follow me everywhere I went. I felt so insecure that I had to go back. My dad told me that it was temporary job, and I accepted.- There was a brief pause accompanied by a sigh.-After almost two years of work, I managed to raise the image of the company and my family. When I wanted to move out, my dad told me no. He was desperate because the GCPD had already started the whole investigation. He needed the family image, and I couldn't leave because he controlled my money, my car, my apartment, everything. I was going to sneak out after a night out with some friends at the Iceberg Lounge, but he found out. That's when I met some of Piggy's fury. Oz's men stopped Porcello. Falcone found out about my situation, and some of his men came looking for me to talk to the Boss. Falcone and Mitchell told me that if I was a key witness for the trial, they would take me out of my dad's control and give me their protection. They were going to give me control of life again. I accepted, and that was the worst mistake. My dad found out about that, and he sent Porcello again. He was goint to give me something worse than death.- she couldn't hold his gaze for a second and breathed again to gather courage for the next thing. Bruce felt his body burn with rage. - I knew my dad would do something, although I never imagined that he would send someone to rape his own daughter. From previous experiences, my apartment had cameras and microphones. When Porcello arrived, he destroyed the cameras, but not the microphones. Those are the audios I mentioned you before. Kenzie was with him, and he wanted to participate. Oz's men got there in time. Porcello only managed to break my wrist. Porcello and Kenzie spoke with Falcone, and they came out alive and with new jobs. Porcello stayed longer and left with his political job. -the melancholy in her voice turned to rage.- I was furious, and I went to talk to Colson, he ignored me. That's when I met Harvey. He told me that I should keep those audios for some future blackmail. The two of them were protected by Mitchell. To compensate me for that, Mitchell gave me a job with him and promised that Porcello and Kenzie would never come near me again.- her voice calmed down to a neutral one.- After the trial, I wanted to leave, but Falcone wouldn't let me. He told me that my company would be managed by them, and I would receive my monery as "owner". I told them no, and Porcello took me to the dock. That night Falcone told me I was replaceable, but they wanted to help me for helping them get Marroni out. I could being their little bird, or I could easily end up at the bottom of the pier. Nobody would do anything, I had no family, and if society replaced the Waynes, of course, they could replace me. - she smiled reluctantly at the end of that part of the story. - That's how I came to work for them. In these 3 years, I have been with them, Oz has protected me, and Mitchell gave me a job, but everything was conditional on what Falcone wanted. Porcello's betrayal made me think that he was going to go to jail or they were going to kill him, but they just gave him a little slpa in his hand, and he went on with his life; that's why I believe he is the rat.

-You never saw another escape window?

-Yes.- [Y/N] didn't want to tell the Bat, but she needed to get everything out, and he seemed to be a good listener.- When Bruce Wayne settled in Gotham after his constant travels, I thought he could buy my freedom - [Y/N]'s head was starting to hurt, and she felt dizzy.

Bruce felt a tightness in his chest. He had never hated himself so much in his life. He pushed [Y/N] out of his life to protect her, but he never realized she was already living in hell. Despite that, she was always looking to help people with a smile.

-I'm sorry for everything. I'm going to resolve this and give you your freedom as it seems you have done with the women of the Iceberg Lounge.- he promised her. Bruce would died rather than let her Falcone's hands again.

-I want justice for Annika, for everyone who suffers because of them.

-I will keep your secret it as if it were mine.

-Thanks. Do you think it's Porcello?

-No, when he made his deal with Falcone, the GCPD should already have a rat for the trial. But I need to talk to both of them because Porcello might know the rat to make a deal with Falcone, especially after the bombs incident. You're right. The rat is someone who won too much and was close to the circle of Marroni and your dad. - he told her sincerely.

The phone of [Y/N] interrupted the conversation. It was Neera.

-Hi, what's going on?

-You're good?

-Yeah, what happened?

-It's about the Waynes. I don't know how much support the Wayne Foundation can give. Just watch the news when you can and call me

-Okay. I'll call you- she didn't understand anything Neera was saying, but she sounded anxious. The Waynes?

-All good?- he asked when he saw her confused

-Yeah .. just something about the Waynes.- she wanted to move, but her dizzines made her fell. The Bat was faster and took her into his arms like a side hug. [Y/N] was on his left side. So close, she was able to look at a tiny mole just like Bruce's. She saw his lips, and they were just as delicate. She looked into his eyes as blue as Bruce's. She needed to touch him to know if he felt the same way. Bruce saw how [Y/N] looked at his lips, and he desperantly wanted to kiss her. He had kissed Selina a few minutes ago, and he had liked it, but [Y/N]'s lips were like a drug. Of the things he missed the most on his trips were her kisses. Wherever [Y/N] wanted t kiss him, from the most simple and tender on the cheek to the most seductive on the lips. When he looked into her eyes, he knew she had found out his secret.

-Bruce….- she whispered.- I need to call him… something about the Waynes.

-I'll look for you when I hear from them .- he was still holding her in one of his arms. It was almost inhuman to let her go.

-Take care… I… I should go.- [Y/N] now needed to find out if it was Bruce the vigilante. Bruce released [Y/N] little by little, and she just as slowly walked away from him.

-[Y/N]. Be careful. I'll be watching you

-No, as you can see, I can take care of myself. Solve the riddle and stay alive.- [Y/N] needed the vigilante to live. Was it Bruce? That question would eat her until she discovered the truth.

Bruce watched her go. Now more than before, he needed to discover the rat to free [Y/N], but what about his parents?

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Fear of the Knight: Chapter 6.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Female!Reader

Warning: swearing, spoilers, violence and mention of weight.

Notes: English is not my first language.

Masterlist: Fear of the Knight

Sorry for the delay, I had an elbow surgery so writing was off limits, but I'm back! I hope you enjoy it. Leave a comment if you want to be tag ⭐️

- I can’t believe she called. I really thought she hated me.- Bella just called to ask her if she could prepare the election day ceremony as she told her. It was like a dream; she could feel her freedom. The only obstacle was Falcone, which was a pretty big one. But she will find the way.

- Maybe she does, but you are quite right; no one has your skills in PR.- Alfred told her while bumping her nose with his index finger.

- I need to make some phone calls. Do you mind if I leave you with these tedious letters? - [Y/N] funnily wrinkled her nose.

- Of course not. But after you need to take a bath, you are almost dry, and you can’t catch a cold. You have work to do.- she just nodded as an answer.

[Y/N] called Neera, her assistant, to tell her everything. When she least expected it, she felt a slight push after a big push that turned into pain in her right wrist.

-The package was intended for you. It was a C-4 explosive sent in a mailer. We found this too.- The detective took a card out of a fireproof envelope. The card was metallic green, it had two eyes, and when the detective opened it, Bruce read: See you in hell. Bruce knew who it was from immediately. He felt his blood boil with anger, but fear was getting the better of him. He needed to control his emotions.

- Where is he? - He didn't care about the Riddler right now. He needed to know how Alfred was doing.

- Both were transferred to the Central Hospital, but Mr. Pennyworth was in worse condition.

- Both?

- Yes, Ms [Y/L] was here when the bomb exploded. We found her trying to get Mr. Pennyworth to stay awake.- He felt an emptiness in his chest. The fear of being able to loose the people who matter most to him in his life. He left her to protect her, and this happened. Why then did he sacrifice for so many years? He knew it was more than that, but why her? Why Alfred? It had to have been him. If one of them was missing in his life, he didn't know how he could go on. Oh, his [Y/N]! His light, his sunshine, his angel, his everything.

While arriving at the hospital, the icy air burned him. Time passed in front of Bruce in slow motion but at the same time in fast motion. He wanted to destroy everything in his path and cry as he had refused to do all those years.

-How are they?- he asked. His heart was racing, but his voice was barely audible.

-Ms [Y/L] is stable. She has a broken wrist and a slight concussion, but Mr. Pennyworth is in a delicate situation. We've sedated him. We just have to hope he stabilizes. You should go home, Mr. Wayne. Get some sleep. Is there anyone else to notify? Next of kin? - there was a silence. Bruce couldn't speak. He was staring at Alfred in a hospital bed full of tubes and knowing that they were waiting for him to stabilize broke his heart. God, please don't take him away from me. It was what Bruce could think.

-No. It's just me.- There was another silence, and he didn't want to separate from Alfred, but he needed to confirm that [Y/N] was okay.- Where is [Y/N]?

Bruce knocked on the door and heard a come-in.

- I don't understand why she doesn't want the Carolina Herrera's suits. The blue one would make her look beautiful and authoritative, but if she insists on one of her dresses, then pick the navy blue - Bruce couldn't believe it. She was working! But part of him was able to breathe again. She was working! He couldn't see her face well; she was turned away from speaking on the phone.- Talk to me later. I have a horrible headache, but you know what to do, Neera. We can't fail. See you in the morning.- she cut her off and sighed before turning around.

-Doctor, I'm…-she couldn't finish the sentence. She froze. She didn't expect to see Bruce. Was it a dream?

Neither of them could speak. Bruce was a relief to see her alive, and [Y/N] would never have imagined that he would come. For both of them, time went backwards; they both remembered the moment when they were just 17 years old and felt that they had a life together ahead.

After the lacrosse game, [Y/N] had been asked to participate in the interscholastic Olympics representing her boarding. She ended up in the school infirmary cubicles. She was walking in circles waiting for the nurse to arrive. It was like seeing a caged lioness waiting for any prey to attack; while she put ice on her lip. She heard the doorknob and jumped to start expressing her anger, but it was Bruce.

He gaped. It was his [Y/N] full of mud, from hair, face to shins and no shoes. [Y/N]'s hair could be mistaken for a bird nest, but the most surprising situation was the broken lip and black left eye.

-Heads will roll, Bruce! I swear that bitch is going down!

-What you need first is a bath - he chuckled.

-Are you laughing?!

-No- he couldn't keep his smile hidden- This is personal growth for you, now all Gotham must not only be worried about your words but your lethal blows.- they both laughed. [Y/N] was already recognized as a fashion guru and part of the elite at just 17 years old in Gotham.

-Gotham City is going to fear me! From the shadows I will go out to fight with sports equipment.- they sat on the uncomfortable stretcher while they laughed. How is it that such an expensive school could have such bad stretchers?

-Do you think they'll expel me?

-No, your dad and Alfred are already on the phone with the principal, plus you didn't throw the first punch.- [Y/N] had started a muddy battle when she heard that another girl was picking on another girl on her team. The awful girl was mocking her teammate for her weight. [Y/N] could be many things, but she would never make fun of someone because of her physique. Besides, it was a competition for all students, not just sports representatives. Everyone deserved to have fun.

- Her head will roll. What was her name?

- Sienna, Sierra, Emma? She was number 4.

- That bitch is Godzilla- there was a silence while [Y/N] rested her head on Bruce's comfortable shoulder.- You know, I would have liked to get to the hospital.

-You are crazy - he chuckled again. Would [Y/N] ever stop surprising him?

-No, listen. In all love movies, the other person brings flowers to her lover in the hospital.

- If one disastrous day, you end up in the hospital. I'm going to fill your entire room with flowers.-he promised.

-What type of flowers? - she asked enthusiastically.

-My dad used to say that sunflowers were to show adoration, tulips were to declare true love, and a baby's breath meant unconditional love. So all those plus your favourites, but those change every time we go through The Ivy.- The Ivy was the best flower shop in Gotham. All elite events and private affairs were arranged in The Ivy arrange the flowers. [Y/N] and Bruce stopped by once a week for fresh flowers for [Y/N]'s room.

-My favourites are hydrangea, or classic roses, or orchids, or peonies, or pansies. You're right! I just like flowers.

-I promise you that when you are in the hospital, it will not only fill your hospital room but the entire house with all the possible flowers from The Ivy. It will be called The Godzilla Promise- Bruce looked [Y/N] with adoration.

-I hope to be in the hospital soon.- she wanted to have all the flowers in the city.

-I hope you're never in the hospital.- Bruce didn't know if he could stand seeing her in the hospital. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but he couldn't hurt her lip more.

-You don't look too good to be working-Bruce was worried. [Y/N] had bruises on her face; the bigger was on her forehead. Plus a cast on her right wrist.

-It's not the first time I've a cast. Do not worry about me. How is Alfred? - she stated dryly. Cast? She never had a cast around him.

-Stable.- [Y/N] thanked silently.

-Why are you here?

-I wanted to see how you were

-Since when do you care about me?

-I... I always- [Y/N] cut him off.

-Don't lie to me today. I don't have the strength to listen to another lie from you. The best thing will be for you to go. I'm sure you have more important things to do- She wiped her tears strongly. She couldn't cry anymore. She didn't want to feel vulnerable anymore. She needed to talk to the vigilante.

Bruce nodded. [Y/N] was right. It would be better if he left, he wouldn't go easy, but he had to catch the Riddler first to put his thoughts in order.

-By the way, all your medical expenses are already covered. - His feet did not respond to him to leave. He needed to keep seeing that she was still alive.

-It is not necessary. I can take care of my medical expenses.- her tone was harsh.

-It was at my house. I insist that I take care of the expenses.- His tone gave no indication that he would make him change his mind.

-Fine, if that takes some of the blame away from you.- Bruce took one last look at [Y/N] and realized how empty the room was. Flowers!

Without further ado, Bruce came out and immediately dialled The Ivy. He expected it to be the same personal phone as years ago.

-Good night- the other person was clearly waking up.

-Good night, this is Bruce Wayne speaking.

-Mr. Wayne, I don't think…- he wouldn't take no for an answer

-I need to make an urgent order for sunflowers, tulips, baby's breath, hydrangea, roses, orchid, peonies, pansies and all the flowers the store has available.

-Mr. Wayne…

-I'll pay you triple for that order. I need them to be in room 18B of the Central Hospital in one hour.- A silence was heard. Bruce was going to pay anything for those flowers.

-Fine.

-In the morning, I need you to deliver new flowers to the address I'll be giving you.

-Mr. Wayne...

-There is no price limit. I'm on my way to give you my card.

[Y/N] was trying to watch some tv; she couldn't fall asleep because of her slight concussion. It had been barely 45 minutes since Bruce had left, and she couldn't be bothered with him. She could only remember their memories together. How happy they had been, or at least according to her. Why did he walk away from her? She needed to focus on her escape to tell the vigilante, not Bruce, but it was hard to focus.

The door was knocked again, and she let them in. She hoped it was Harvey with her stuff or the nurses.

She was speechless as The Ivy staff arrived to flood the room with flowers. One of them handed her an envelope, and with her left hand, she opened the card.

Godzilla Promise was written.

She didn't need more to know who was responsible for bringing The Ivy into her room. Oh, her sweet Bruce!

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Fear of the Knight: Chapter 5.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Female!Reader

Warning: swearing, spoilers, violence, mention of death and angst.

Notes: English is not my first language.

Masterlist: Fear of the Knight

I hope you enjoy it. Leave a comment if you want to be tag ⭐️

-It's the whole system!- Colson yelled, and the countdown began. There was no way to find the combination in 5 seconds. The bomb detonated leaving Bruce nearly unconscious a few feets from where Colson's body lay. His ears were ringing, and he saw everything blurry. He needed to get out. The police entered armed, and a female figure was following them, [Y/N]? He blacked out. His last thought was hoping that [Y/N] wasn't the woman who had walked in. To Bruce's bad luck, [Y/N] almost ran to not let anything happen to the vigilante. If he was unconscious, they were going to unmask him, but Gordon needed him. Upon arrival, she knelt down to confirm that he was still alive. The police began to surround them pointing their weapons at them. -Miss [Y/L], we need you to leave the body.- Chief Mackenzie said, extending her hand to help her stand. -He's alive.- she said as she put her hands in the air so they could see that she wasn't a threat to anyone. She accepted Mackenzie's hand, careful not to make any false moves.- We can't take the cowl.- she stated when she saw Gordon arrive at the circle. She knew that she could trust him.

-What the fuck are you talking about? – Mackenzie shouted, while [Y/N] finished getting up. – He's a fucking vigilante who interrupted an active hostage situation. -I know, but there is press surrounding the building. We don't know who it is. Is it someone close to the government or someone from the police? How do you think the public will take it? The police can't stand another scandal of ineptitude, so let's see who he is at the police station.- [Y/N] watched every movement they made when putting him on the stretcher. -We'll do it here and put the cowl back on.- [Y/N] stopped his hand. Some policemen changed their direction of pointing to her. -No, there are cameras there and there.- She pointed to the cameras that were inside the building.- These videos can be leaked to the press. I think that's clear looking at recent events. Let's find out who is in a place we control. Mackenzie agreed, and they took him away. [Y/N] couldn't see him anymore, but her heart kept feeling that part of her was leaving with him. Forgetting her feelings, she grabbed Gordon by the elbow. -Don't let them know who he is. -Do you trust him? - he was surprised by her help. -No. I'm afraid of him. But you trust him, and he's been a great partner for you. The city needs you Gordon, and you need him. Take care of him. I trust you.- Gordon smiled at her as thanks and went to make sure nothing happened to his partner. She needed to cry. The tightness in her chest was still there. -Now you guard vigilantes?- Harvey's voice behind her. -No, but our justice, as you can see, is very selective. I think we’re going to face a trial very soon.- [Y/N] was sure that all her sins would be judged in a few days. Harvey took those words as a threat. If [Y/N] decided to talk to the police, many things could go wrong. -Choose very careful your words, [Y/N]. Someone can think you're going to betray us.- The tension between the two was palpable. If Harvey decided to talk to Falcone, she would meet the same fate as Annika. -I know nothing of your dirty business, but the Riddler apparently knows too much. I don't know if I am included.- [Y/N] needed to talk to the Bat and tell him what little she knew. It could be enough for him to solve the riddle. Harvey could feel [Y/N] stiff and deep in thought of her as they made their way to her apartment. He needed to keep an eye on her, [Y/N] unlike all the people in Gotham she had a conscience that she could be a problem. With Colson's death, new paths opened up for him. Dent had a good record and no public scandals. Falcone trusted him, and [Y/N] was a deadly weapon for anyone's popularity. As long as she [Y/N] kept quiet he could go far into Gotham.

Bright light and certain faces began is what he began to see after waking up from the explosion. -Who do you think is under there? – He heard one of the policemen say Gordon was telling him something, but he still couldn't hear very well. He began to hear murmurs over his cowl. It wasn't until they tried to remove it that he reacted violently to get up. The room was full of officers curious to know his identity. -Relax! Goddammit!- Gordon stopped the fight. -Are you protecting this guy, Jim? He interfered in an active hostage situation. Colson's blood is on his hands of him- Mackenzie was mad. -Maybe it's in yours -Bruce's tone was even more aggressive. -What'd you say? -He would rather die than talk. What was he so afraid of? – he slowly walked toward Bruce. He wasn't afraid of him, but he knew it wasn't the best time to seek a confrontation with a room full of police. -You son of a bitch. Do you have an idea what kind of trouble you're in? You could be an accessory to murder! -Why are we playing games?- said one of the officers grabbing his cowl. Bruce went into attack mode to avoid being discovered. -Back off! Back off! -Gordon screamed. -Great, now! I got you on assaulting an officer! -You got me on assaulting three.- Bruce was defying all the possibilities of getting out. -Hey! What is the matter with you? This isn't the way to do this!- Gordon yelled at him as he pushed him against the wall. -You too now? -he murmured. -Let me handle this, Chief. Just give me a minute.- Gordon kept looking into his eyes. That gave Bruce some confidence. -You're gonna put yourself on the line for this scumbag, Jim? -Just give me a minute. I'll get him to cooperate. -Ok, give him the room.- all the police officers began to leave without taking their eyes off them. -Listen to me. We gotta get you out of here.- Gordon murmured with an angry face. He had to pretend for the others. -That would put a lot of heat on you. -Well, you punched me in the face. -Take this key- They both watched Kenzie arrive. The conversation about him was brief before he punched Gordon in the face and ran off following his instructions. Bruce never thought that he would have to glide into the city, let alone that he would have such a bad landing.

-Could have at least pulled that punch, man.- Gordon said as he arrived. -I did. -Bock put out an APB on you. Do you really think he's in on this? -I don't trust any of 'em. Do you? -I only trust you -What's a narcotic cop doing with Falcone's right-hand man? -Colson said: “Cops protect the rat." Maybe Kenzie's part of it. His club caters to the mob. Maroni practically lived there. Penguin would have been privy to a lot of dirt. -DA was a regular too.- Bruce stated, remembering Colson at the 44 Bellow. -Maybe Penguin got himself into a jam, and working a deal was his only way out -The Rata Alada. Riddler's latest. The cipher in the maze. It means “a rat with wings.” Like a stool pigeon. -A penguin's got wings too. -Time for me to have another conversation with him. -What about the Riddler? He's gonna kill again. -It's all connected. Like it or not, it's his game from him now. You want to find Riddler, we gotta find that rat. - there was a brief silence before Bruce asked about [Y/N].- What do you know about [Y/N]'s connections with the mob? -he needed to find out what [Y/N]'s connection was in this whole thing. -I think it's more complicated than it appears. Her father was Maroni's right-hand man, and she worked for Mitchell.- Gordon was confused by the question, what did [Y/N] have to do with it? -Penguin calls her little bird.- that nickname was hunting his mind. -Do you think she is the rat? -Bruce couldn't answer anything about [Y/N]. He was so confused. He couldn't find any reason why [Y/N] could be with them. He remembered how she complained about Maroni and her father. Why did she enter the world she hated so much during her childhood and adolescence? -We need another conversation with him. After part of the silent elevator ride, Gordon had to tell him what [Y/N] had done for him that night. -I don't think she is the rat. She was your guardian angel tonight. Bock and the other cops tried to peek behind your mask in the building. She convinced them that it was dangerous for GCPD to uncover you with the press surrounding the place. We might end up being even more incompetent to not uncover you. Then she trusted me to keep your identity a secret.- his [Y/N]. He needs to save her.

[Y/N] trusted that Gordon could keep the identity of the vigilante a secret, but the signal had not appeared in the sky. When she was this nervous, she liked to play with an old ring that her father had given her when she was 15 years old. Even though it reminded her of him, she had been wearing it for years. It was more like an amulet, although she still couldn't decide if of good or bad luck. Nevertheless was hers. -Why don't you make yourself comfortable? I ordered Greek food for dinner.- [Y/N] was still in the dress she had worn at the funeral her heels were around, but she still had makeup and hair. Even if it was not perfect, she was still groomed compared to Harvey in pyjamas. How could he look so calm? -How come you're not crying? Or at least sad. He was your friend. -He was my friend, but he was also my boss. I'm sad because he died, but this means I can step out of his shadow. My tears and sadness will not change the fact that he is dead, but to catch and lock up Riddler is what I want for my friend's justice. -The irony is why we can have justice? - she laughed - Girls like Annika will never get the justice they deserve. She was just a kid.- [Y/N] clean her tears. -What are you talking about? -Harvey didn't know what happened with Annika, but it wouldn't be a case he would pursue. -Nothing, there are just two Harvey Dents. The public one who presents as a just man, but in private you are like this…-she was disgusted. -Like this? - Harvey didn't want to start another fight with [Y/N]. He just poured himself more wine. -A cynical liar. Harvey, Two-Face, Dent.- she was laughing. She felt like she was losing her mind. -I'm not going to apologize for my public and private figure. Who are you? The golden princess Gotham or the poor victim of Falcone. Tell me, who are you? -Harvey was right. She was just a fraud. -I'm worst because I have believed my lies that I am the victim.- the silence wasn't uncomfortable.- What are we doing, my dear Harvey? – It would be impossible to say that she does not love Harvey in some way, he has been by her side for 3 years. The beginning, like any relationship, was wonderful, but now she saw him and she didn't know who he was seeing. Which was the real Harvey? It was a strange fight; none of them were shouting. They were just chatting comfortably. -We live in a lie, my dear. You are my beautiful liar. - Harvey sat down in one of the high chairs in the small bar. -Are we always going to live in a lie? -[Y/N] approached to hug him, but he kept looking at her face. -I really don’t know- [Y/N] was definitely the most beautiful woman he had ever met. She kissed her but [Y/N] didn't kiss back. -I'm going to listen to Bruce's advice and I'm going with Alfred. I can't be with you right now.- She was about to cry again. -I love you. In my own twisted way, I've always taken care of you.- he whispered in her ear before letting her go. -I know, that's why my dear Two-Face we still together.- she caressed his right cheek and left in silence. She took her heels and purse from the doorway. She barely noticed that it was raining, but she still needed to get to Wayne Tower. He was not far away. She hoped that she would stop raining or that at least she could stand the heels a little longer.

-Miss [Y/N]! My dear God, you are soaking wet. Are you alright? - Alfred was surprised to see her there wet, without heels and with a fake smile. -I'm not Alfred. I was at the funeral and I…-she couldn't speak without crying. -I think I need to draw you a bath.- Alfred was going to walk away, but he took him by the hand. She didn't want to be alone. -No, what about a tea and just a little chat about anything. I was at the funeral and I…I just want to erase that horrible memory. Or at least avoid it for a while. -You need to take a bath, but sure tea is also a good idea.- They went to the kitchen to prepare tea and some sandwiches. -What were you doing? -[Y/N] asked him; while she was hanging on her arm. Alfred felt that she was frozen. His poor kids of him needed so much love. -Opening the mail. Bruce has a lot of letters. We can continue later so you can be bored with all the invitations. -Sounds like a perfect plan.- Bruce was right about her sweet smile. [Y/N]'s smile just brightens any room.

-You don't speak Spanish, fellas?- Oswaldo yelled. -Do me in favor, shithead, shut up! - Gordon needed silence. How were they wrong? -You think he made a mistake? -A rat with wings? - Bruce repeated softly. -You know what sounds like to me? A friggin' bat! huh? You ever think of that? - Oswald was exhausting the patience of both. -Your little bird? What about [Y/N]? - Bruce asked Oswald. He felt an incredible fear knowing that a serial killer was after [Y/N]. -What about her? -Can she be the rat? -Leave her out of this shit! She is more like a carrier pigeon than a stool pigeon.- Oswald defended his little bird. There was no way [Y/N] was the rat. -You are El Rata Alada-Bruce repeated in a low voice to realize how stupid he had been. URL!

>DID YOU FIND HIM? >El RATA ALADA? >YES MAYBE. IS A PENGUIN A RAT WITH WINGS? >INTERESTING >YOU'RE MISSING THE BIG PICTURE >THE LITTLE BIRD? >OUR LITTLE BIRD IS CONTROLLED BY THE RAT. SHE MIGHT NOT SING ANYMORE VERY SOON >I NEED YOU TO SHOW YOU MORE TO UNDERSTAND >MY NEXT VICTIM IS THE BIGGEST PIECE OF THE PUZZLE YET >VICTIM? >DEAD? >HE WILL BE SOON >HERE’S A CLUE WHERE YOU CAN FIND HIM… >I GREW UP FROM A SEED, TOUGH AS A WEED… BUT IN A MANSION, IN A SLUM… I'LL NEVER KNOW WHERE I COME FROM. >DO YOU KNOW WHAT I AM? >AN ORPHAN? >GOODBYE

-He's talking about the old orphanage.- Even though he was thinking about the clue, he realized that [Y/N] couldn't be the next victim. Riddler was talking about a man in his last message. Still, he would need to keep an eye on her. He had to talk to Alfred in the morning. -The one that burned down? -It was part of the Wayne estate. They donated after they built the tower.- after the deaths of his parents, he had never returned to Wayne Manor. He didn't like reliving the beautiful and painful memories that the house held. With a lump in his throat, he took his things and went with Gordon to the old house. Bruce thought visiting the Wayne Manor would be the worst of the night, but he would be hours away from heartbreaking news. The Riddler was right the Little Bird might not sing anymore.

⭐️ I watched Under the Red Hood for the 10000 time haha, but I cannot stop thinking in Battinson and the Little Bird being parents. I might write about their family I hope soon ⭐️

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Fear of the Knight: Chapter 4.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Female!Reader

Warning: swearing, spoilers, violence, mention of death and angst.

Notes: English is not my first language.

Masterlist: Fear of the Knight

I hope you enjoy it. Leave a comment if you want to be tag ⭐️

She needed to follow Bruce, but Harvey's hand stopped her. When did he arrive?

-You look tired, are you ok?

-I'm tired, but I need to continue working- She smiled at everyone and wanted to continue her way in search of Bruce.

-You are going to look for Wayne, right?- Harvey told her angrily and squeezing her wrist more; it was beginning to hurt.

-You're hurting me, and yes, I'm looking for him. – [Y/N] released herself from his grasp and continued her path.

It wasn't hard to find him. He was still almost at the entrance seeing an older man with a frown. She press his elbow to get his attention and gave him a sweet smile. Bruce loved seeing her smile somehow give light to his life. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her; he was glad to see her well. Last night he was just thinking of her.

-I know that the other day we basically said goodbye. But I'm worried about you, it seems that you haven't slept in days, and is that a bruise? - she pointed to his cheek, and her face changed from sweetness to concern. [Y/N] shouldn't worry about him.- How are you? Do you need help?

-I'm right – he lied. But [Y/N] despite all the years, she still knew when Bruce lied so blatantly. The key was in his eyes, people who didn't know him didn't know how to read those beautiful blue eyes.

-Liar! But really, Bruce, the other day I told you that you have a special place in my heart, and it's true. If you ever need me, Alfred has my number, actually what if the next time I have coffee with Alfred you come? -[Y/N] was confused. Every time she saw him, she forgot how much she no longer wanted to love him, how much she wanted someone else to take his place in her heart.

Bruce didn't say anything. He was just staring at her, almost judging her, and those eyes were very similar to the dark vigilante, right? [Y/N] needed to stop looking into his eyes, but at the same time, she needed to look at them more. She had missed them so much. She missed him so much.

-I really thought we could leave the axe of war and at least be on speaking terms, but you're still mad at me for something that never…

-What were you doing with Falcone and Oswald? – Bruce interrupted her and radically changed the subject. He didn't want to ask why her wrist was red, but he had a theory about who might be.

-What? -[Y/N] didn't understand the question. Could it be that he stopped talking to her because of that?

-When you entered, you looked very familiar with them.

-Part of my job. So, coffee? – Bruce noticed how her body language and tone of voice changed to a defensive one.

-I…- Bella Reál interrupted the conversation. -Mr. Wayne.

-Bella, I think it's not very polite to interrupt a conversation - Bruce almost smiles, seeing [Y/N] annoyed by the interruption. He was surprised how [Y/N] could change her attitude so quickly, and at that moment, he knew she had the upper hand in the conversation.

-Well, I've been trying to reach Mr. Wayne. But his people keep telling me that he's not available.- Bella thought she could ignore [Y/N]. But it was always a mistake to underestimate her. Bruce would enjoy seeing his [Y/N] in some action.

-It's still not polite to interrupt a conversation and ignore people. By the way, I think you should first pay respect before starting any kind of negotiation. We know you'll be mayor, but this is still a funeral of the former- [Y/N] wasn't going to let Bella judge her for issues that she couldn't control and for mistakes she was trying to fix.

-[Y/N]…- Bella tried to interrupt her. -You should call me. We already had everything planned for another win, and you know nobody knows how to do those events like me.

-For corrupt people - Bella was trying to defend herself.

-I just do my job. They hired me because I'm the best, and you know it, Bella. My luxuries are bought by the percentage of my shares in my family's company. Just because I work for them doesn't mean I'm corrupt. Where could you work in Gotham without encountering corruption? Even in your team Bella. But, call me, I can assure you the best event and a much better outfit.- [Y/N] had been the winner of the conversation. Bruce missed seeing [Y/N] confident. In their last conversations, she was nervous, and he understood he had been a jerk to her but he needed her away from him for her safety and her happiness, but it was always a pleasure to see her being her.

-You're right, I'll call you.

-Little bird, c'mon- the three heard Oz call [Y/N] to come with them. Why does he call her little bird? Bruce thought. He remembered he called her like that the other night.

-Please call me Bruce. I hope we can have that coffee.- Seeing him, a sweet smile appeared on her face and briefly caressed his arm. They both felt that magnetic sensation again that they hadn't felt since they were 18.

As soon as she left, Bella got right to the point with Bruce about him having no involvement in the town. Bruce wasn't really listening to her. He followed [Y/N] with a discreet glance. She was with Oz, Falcone and according to his records, Harvey Dent, part of the DA's office but he hasn't seen him at 44 Bellow. [Y/N] looked comfortable, but he knew her well enough to know that when she played with her ring it was because she was nervous or uncomfortable, but she stopped moving. Bruce followed her gaze to see that she looked at Mitchell's son. Bruce understood the pain he was feeling.

But part of his attention went to the conversation of Gordon, Mackenzie, and Martinez were having about Colson's disappearance.

-Hey, Mr. Wayne! – Officer Martínez interrupted the conversation, and Bruce had to turn around, but that didn't last long. Screams and disturbances began to be heard outside. They all stopped and turned to see what it could be.

The screeching of tires was heard, and the people on the balcony began to move, except for one. Before Bruce could do anything, a car drove through the building. Bruce ran to protect Mitchell's son, not before glancing over to where [Y/N] was. Bruce shielded the boy's head and watched the man on the balcony walking away.

[Y/N] looked up at Bruce and saw that not only was he okay, but what he had done for Don's son.

The police began to surround the car.

-Get out of the car and show your hands!- Gordon yelled, pointing with a gun at the car.

The driver began to slowly descend, and to everyone's surprise, it was Gil Colson. He had another of the letters to the Batman, a phone in his hand and worst of all a bomb around his neck.

-There's a bomb around his neck! – someone shouted, and the mass terror started.

-Clear this place out now!- Gordon ordered.

Neither Bruce nor [Y/N] could move though for different reasons. Bruce needed to resolve the situation, and [Y/N] felt guilty for last night. She had told him he would pay for everything he had done, but she never hoped for such a violent thing, but she felt that she had wished for this tragedy. At the end of the day, Colson was right she had stolen from him.

Harvey tried to get [Y/N] to react, but she kept thinking about Colson. Harvey started yelling at her and trying to pull her away, but Bruce saw it, and he didn't need to be the best detective to know who had left her wrist red a few minutes ago. He wasn't going to tolerate him touching her like that. Harvey released her to be a mere expectant of what he already knew.

As an instinct, Bruce cupped her face in his hands and called her softly. Her eyes were closed, but tears could be seen falling.

-[Y/N], come on. We must leave.- He was not going to let anything happen to her. At least not right now.

-It's my fault, all the thing I've said… but…-[Y/N] couldn't speak, she had no air. Bruce got so close that their foreheads pressed together. He needed to calm her down. He needed to get her out of there.

-We must leave, sunshine.- she opened her eyes. She hadn't heard him say it for years, it was one of the many ways he used to call her, but it was one of their favourites. [Y/N] was pure light; she was his sunshine.

Putting his hand on [Y/N]'s back, they hurried off with Harvey behind them.

-Bruce, it's my fault about Colson, the things I said... – the paramedics arrived to treat [Y/N].

-I'll take care of it, Wayne- Harvey stated angrily. Despite being tall, Bruce was slightly taller than him. Both were trying not to beat the hell out of each other.

-I don't think so. I saw how you left her wrist- Bruce was trying to control his anger. At that moment, he was Bruce Wayne, not Batman.

-I thought you were the one who no longer wanted her in his life. Didn't you treat her like shit 2 years ago?- Bruce couldn't utter a word- That's what I thought, so leave us alone.- He felt the rage rising throughout his body. He needed to focus on Colson. That's exactly why he couldn't be with [Y/N]. She needed to be someone's priority.

-Go to Wayne Tower with Alfred- He approached [Y/N] before leaving to fulfill his duty to the city.

-I thought you didn't have a thing with Wayne anymore.- She could feel Harvey's judging gaze.

-Not your business- at that moment, [Y/N] couldn't fight with Harvey for anything and less for Bruce.

-It is my business because I'm your boyfriend! - he screamed.

-He is a lifetime friend and…

-Your ex-boyfriend!- he screamed again.

-I'm not going to discuss this right now. Colson is literally about to lose his head, and you want to fight for Bruce. I think you should grow up, Harvey.- she said before leaving him angry.

-[Y/N] don't leave me talking to myself. Your check-up isn't done!- [Y/N] ignored him.

-I need to go see what's going on- she said determinedly.

She approached Jim Gordon to see what was happening. They had known each other for not long, but she trusted him.

-Ms [Y/L], I don't think you should be here. In fact, you can't be here.

-Gordon, please, first Mitchell, then Pete and now Colson. I can't go. Just let me be here. I won't make noise, you won't know I'm here - he agreed with his head.

After starting the operation, Colson began to look for something no one knew what it was. After a few seconds, the cameras showed The Batman in the room.

She felt a tightness in her chest when she saw him there. As if she had left something she loved in that mess.

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Fear of the Knight: Chapter 3.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Female!Reader

Warning: swearing, spoilers, violence, mention of death and angst.

Notes: English is not my first language.

Masterlist: Fear of the Knight

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In the back of [Y/N]'s office, the news of Gotham's newest serial killer could be heard. Even though it was one of the worst moments in Gotham, [Y/N]'s possibilities were wide open, without a boss, without a job, without something that would tie her to the city.

She could finally get out of her gold cage. She could leave the city again as she had done years ago, but definitely. She could open a business or travel. The endless possibilities made her feel a kind of hope. [Y/N] felt guilty for feeling certain freedom within this tragedy.

Someone opened the door, interrupting her thoughts. It was Gil Colson.

- Do you need me to teach you the concept of knocking on the door?

-Black looks good on you

-The door - [Y/N] didn't want the conversation to change. The great gentlemen of the government did not know how to knock a door.

-Something interesting can always happen by not knocking.- [Y/N] was disgusted just thinking about what was going through his mind; the way he looked at her was revolting. Although his gaze changed when he saw some boxes on the ground. - Are you leaving?

-Without Don, Bella will most likely win, so I'm without a boss and a job.

-You know who the real boss is, and being his favourite doll, I don't think he'll let you go. In fact, you have to go to the Iceberg Lounge for work today.

-I don't think it's a good idea…- Colson didn't let [Y/N] finish.

-You have to go today. We're not asking. Remember to take one of those expensive bags you've been given.

The cage was made of gold, but it was still a cage.

[Y/N] was an important public figure within Gotham. Due to safety, she usually published how she was dressed and where she was going as a precaution. She disguised it as an influencer thing. Tonight she couldn't. She has to mourn Don in the public eyes. When she didn't want to be recognized, she wore secondhand dresses and wigs, but she never felt safe without knowing that she left a record of where she was and what she was wearing. Although going to the Iceberg Lounge wasn't that dangerous, if you knew the right people. [Y/N] not only knew them, but she also worked for them.

The twins recognized her and took her directly to Oz's office, who, seeing her, was glad that the little bird was okay.

[Y/N] and Oswald had a strange relationship of trust and protection. He had met her when [Y/N] was barely 11 years old. He saw [Y/F]'s mistreatment and reminded him of his childhood. Oz intervened several times. Also, whenever he knew that [Y/N] was going to be there, he would bring candies and gifts. [Y/N] remembered the candies and gifts. She dearly appreciates the several times he saved her neck. [Y/N] knew that Oz has her back somehow. She was still alive within that circle because of Oz.

-My little bird, how are you?

-I'm fine Oz, but I need you to talk to Colson about a little more respect would be ideal. -[Y/N] took off her wig as she sat on Oz's comfortable couches.

-I'll talk to him, what about your house?

-More than perfect!

-If you need anything, you know that Uncle Oz can help you.-

[Y/N] smiled while the disturbance began to sound in the distance. Oz had to go outside to see what was going on.

A few minutes later, she saw the masked vigilante enter.

The feeling of being judged for her sins in his eyes seemed to be more intense at that moment. The situation would only get worse when he showed Oz Annika's photos. [Y/N] knew the danger the poor kid was in.

The situation worsened when Selina walked in to give him drug money, but she saw the pictures of her. The two looked at each other knowing they had to do something for Annika.

-Little bird, here is the money. Can you give me a few minutes with Mr. Vengance here?- [Y/N] faked a perfect smile, as she put the wig back on. She put the money in her bag and try to leave the room. But she looked into his eyes for a few seconds. Has anyone noticed the extreme sadness?

She urgently needed to talk to Selina. She found her almost on her way out and pulled her into a cleanroom.

-What the fuck are you doing? – Selina was upset.

-Listen to me very carefully. Annika is in danger; you need to leave the city tonight. They are going to look for her to find out what Don told her. They are not going to leave anything to chance. -[Y/N] opened her bag and gave her $1000.- It's not much to them, but enough to leave the country. Ask her if she has her passport. If she doesn't, it's in Mitchell's safe box in his house. You have to find the largest painting. Go now!

-Thanks.

Even though they had known each other for some time, Selina was still a little wary of [Y/N]. The princess of Gotham working for the mafia, why trust her? She knew that [Y/N] had helped some women at the Iceberg Lounge, casting them as models for different agencies. Also, [Y/N] has the habit of changing assistants so they could have a better life out of the hands of the filthy mafia. But Selina could take care of herself, and although she tried to help Annika it was too late.

She had to go down to 44 Bellow to give the incomplete money to Colson.

He was at the back tables with a bunch of other people, drugged and drunk.

-The beautiful [Y/N] is here – his breath was disgusting.

-Your money – she gave him the envelope and left.

Arriving at the bar, she saw one of the bartenders, John. [Y/N] always gave him a good tip, and he gave her mojitos without alcohol pretending that it had, that's how they started their relationship.

-[Y/N]! Do you want the usual?

-No, I come to ask a little favour. Please take everything you can to that table.

-Everything? – John was asking if he could bring him not only alcohol but drugs.

-Everything, here is my card.- [Y/N] gave him a special card that she has for special situations.

Adjusting her wig, she left the Iceberg Lounge.

-I hope you weren't stupid enough to steal from Colson!- Harvey said angrily while walking into [Y/N]'s office without knocking.

[Y/N] and her crew stopped working seeing Dent walking in like that.

-Give me a few minutes, please – the team left a little scared.

When everyone left there was an awkward silence before a big fight.

-Are you crazy?! How dare you storm like this?!

-Tell me you didn't steal from Colson.

-Of course not! Why would I? - [Y/N] had to sustain a big lie to stay out of trouble.

-He lacked $1000. What happened to that money?

-Are you claiming me for only $1000?

-It's not the money. It's the act of stealing from my boss.

-Do you think I need $1000? Don't fuck with me, Harvey. Yesterday, he was stoned and drunk enough to spend that amount without remembering.

-I really hope you weren't stupid enough to rob them, and I hope you know how to convince Falcone that you're innocent.

-What are you talking about?

-He wants to see you today at 44 Bellow. Don't be late, sweetheart.

Fuck! [Y/N] was just hoping that Annika and Selina were in Patagonia.

Carmine Falcone had helped her get rid of her dad, but she had fallen into his trap.

Unlike the night before, she couldn't wear a wig, and she couldn't put it on social media either. [Y/N] felt insecure, anything could happen tonight. She put on one of her best dresses so they can see that she didn't need the money.

Arriving at 44 Bellow, [Y/N] saw Colson drugged and drunk. It would be so easy to lie, but looking closer at the table she realized that Selina was there. [Y/N] had to wave to the table to know what she was doing there.

When Selina brought up the subject of Annika, the table tensed. [Y/N] had to pull Selina out of the conversation before she would end up at more risk.

-Do you have a death wish? They're going to kill us if you ask the wrong person.

-They know about her. Yesterday, I went to get her passport and when I came back she was gone.- [Y/N] knew they wouldn't find Annika anymore. She got a lump in his throat. She couldn't tell Selina.

-Listen to me, I'm going to find out about her but get away from here take the money and leave.

-I can't go without her.

-Selina, they're going to kill us if you keep investigating...

The conversation was interrupted when Falcone and his men entered. [Y/N] needed to regulate her breathing to save herself from the consequences of her little theft yesterday.

After finishing his conversation with Selina, Falcone hugged [Y/N] to continue the real conversation. She turned for the last time to see Selina, who looked at her with some fear. She knew that they were taking her to the lion's den.

Neither of them knew that Bruce was a mixture of fear and curiosity as to why [Y/N] was so involved with them. Although, his fear was greater because she looked scared.

Arriving at Falcone's office space, [Y/N] felt like the little bird that Oz compared to her in a cage of hungry tigers.

-[Y/N], my dear [Y/N]. It makes me so sad to have to meet in a situation like this.

-Mr. Falcone, I could never rob you. Colson was drugged and drunk, he lost or spent that money. What could I buy with only $1000?.- Falcone was very serious. Oz looked calm, and that calmed [Y/N] down a bit.

-I'm going to believe you because I think you wouldn't betray us for $1000, and Colson has certain problems with drugs and alcohol. But you do know what can happen to you if you betray us, right? – His bodyguard came a little closer, revealing their weapons inside their pockets.

-Of course, Mr. Falcone. I am very happy with my salary and your protection.- [Y/N] smiled to try to relieve her tension. They seemed very calm, this was child's play for them.

-Tomorrow, I want you to come with us to Mitchell's funeral.

-I'm part of the funeral organization, but I'll receive you.- Falcone nodded.

-Well, you can leave. We have other matters to discuss.

-Just something else. They have asked me about Mitchell's girl. Is there a way to contact her? To…- Falcone quickly cut her off.

-You don't need to worry about her, we already solved it.

With a fake smile and not wanting to cry [Y/N] left the office. The music was pounding in her ears, she knew Annika was dead. She just hoped it had been quick and painless.

Someone grabbed her arm very hard and pulled her into a corner.

-You're a little bitch.- Colson said, even more, drunk than he had seen him before.- I know you took my money.

-I did not steal anything. You are a drunk and a drug addict that's not my problem.

-I'm going to collect that $1000 with you one day.- he whispered in her ear. – You think I'm stupid, right, but no, I didn't get to be who I am today because I'm stupid.

-You're going to pay for everything you've done one day, and I'll be glad to see it.- [Y/N] squirmed out of his tight grip.

-Is that what you want, right?

-No, that's what the new serial killer of Gotham wants. We know what you did.- Before he could say anything else, Oz's men arrived to see that everything was in order. [Y/N] left with her heart in her throat.

When [Y/N] arrived at her house, she cried for the poor girl that she was unable to save.

Colson was right black looked good on her, very good. [Y/N] dressed up discreetly and elegantly for the funeral. The whole city would be seeing the dark circles under his eyes and the sadness on her face, and they would think it was for Mitchell when it was for Annika. She needed justice, but it was Gotham.

She needed to contact Selina.

At the funeral, all the people were arriving, and [Y/N] made sure everything was perfect for the press, people, guests, and family. She could see the sadness in Mitchell's son's eyes just like Bruce's so many years ago. She started to want to cry until she was told that Falcone and Oz had arrived.

[Y/N] came out to meet them and greet Carla when the bodyguards stopped someone, it was Bruce. He looked confused at Carla, and after he saw [Y/N] he noticed she was tired and sad.

[Y/N] didn't pay attention to what Bruce was told, because he looked tired and uncomfortable. It was like seeing a ghost somehow.

She saw him go. She needed to talk to him. It seemed Bruce was consuming himself.

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Fear of the Knight: Chapter 2.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Female!Reader

Warning: swearing, spoiler and angst.

Summary: The Waynes discovered the truth about [Y/F]. Notes: English is not my first language.

Masterlist: Fear of the Knight

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-Mitchell, we're going to win. Bella has no real experience in politics. Tomorrow, we'll get the last TV spot out, and she won't be able to defend herself anymore.- [Y/N] told Mayor Don Mitchell on the phone.

-I just can't watch this anymore. Call me in the morning.- and Mitchell hung up.

[Y/N] felt frustrated. She was the only one responsible for the winning campaigns and Don's image. There was no one better in PR than [Y/N] [Y/L] in all of Gotham, even in nearby cities. Having been born into the golden cradle of the [Y/L] family and being almost a Wayne throughout her adolescence, she naturally replaced Martha Wayne. Also, social media helped her to become the new princess of Gotham. In addition to her power due to her closeness to the mayor.

What a lie! [Y/N] was just another pawn in Gotham's chess game.

The apartment was finally empty. After years of working, she could finally buy a house with her money, not [Y/F]'s money. She could breathe a little of her freedom after years locked up in her golden cage.

-Do you want them to take that box away? The movers are still here.- Her boyfriend said, moving a white Dior box.

-No, that box is personal. I need to leave it with someone.- [Y/N] caressed the box as if it could vanish at any moment.

- Who do you have to leave it to?- Harvey Dent didn't want to hear the answer.

- Bruce.

- Why do you have things of his?

-Because I'm kinda sentimental towards my childhood and adolescence. I don't have the heart to throw these away, but I don't want them either.- she told him sincerely. She could no longer have anything from Bruce in her life. If she wanted to be free, she would have to be free in all aspects of her life.

- Why don't you just leave them to Alfred? You see him every week anyway. Plus, you told me that the last time you talked to Bruce, he treated you like shit.

-The box could be delivered to Alfred without problems, but I have something that belonged to his mother.- The most significant box was in the designer bag. [Y/N] didn't want to answer him about the last conversation with Bruce. The conversation was between her and him. Besides, two years had passed; she hoped that they could bury the war rifle.

Harvey Dent was a jealous person. Despite being in a relationship for 3 years and having ended badly with Bruce, he couldn't stand the mention of his name. They both knew that [Y/N] hadn't quite gotten over Bruce.

[Y/N] knew he wasn't the best boyfriend, but he was an advantage to have the attorney general's right-hand man as a boyfriend in a city like Gotham. Harvey gained a lot of good and free publicity by just being with [Y/N].

-You should come live with me. It's the next logical step for our relationship.

-Why don't you come live with me?

-Because the residence where I live is better.- The new house was a small one in an area that was safe to a certain extent. [Y/N] was trying to improve her condition as a pawn that they forced her to play.

-Harvey, I want to live in a place that I can call my own. If you want us to move, I want him to be at my house.

Before Harvey could answer, [Y/N]'s work phone interrupted the conversation.

-Hello. Who's this?- it was an unknown number.

-Good evening, Ms. [Y/L]. We are sorry to bother you so late, but a tragedy has occurred. Major Don Mitchell has been murdered in her home.

-WHAT?! - It was a lie. Mitchell couldn't be dead. Don allowed her to work with him when the others didn't give her an opportunity. Her father's crimes had consequences in her life. She knew he wasn't exactly a good person, but he had helped her.- I'm on my way.

-Is it Don's?- Harvey asked while he was typing on his phone.

-Yes, we have to go there.

[Y/N] took the white Dior box and ran out of her former apartment.

Along the way, [Y/N] could only think about Don's son. She knew the impact that the murder of parents could have on children. That poor sweet kid.

The place was infested with police and reporters. She had never been to a crime scene before. She was seeing everything like when you enter a house of horror. She was looking for the Mitchell family but was distracted until she collided with the Gotham vigilante.

-I'm sorry, sir.- He was staring at her. She felt chills all over her body. She had never seen him, much less interfered with his path. The gaze of his on hers was as if he could see all her sins. She felt Harvey's hand on her waist as if he could do something if he wanted to attack her.

The Batman watched as Harvey Dent put his hand on [Y/N]'s waist, and his blood boiled with anger. He couldn't bear to see her he felt that he was losing his self-control. She looked so small and scared. [Y/N]’s hair was something he had always loved about her. His fingers itched to touch it.

Without saying anything, he left. He had to get away from her. He couldn't see her and stop the sweetest and most painful memories coming to his mind from a happy childhood to the uncontrollable anger of his adolescence. Remembering the last conversation was something that ached deep in their hearts.

Arriving at the cave and he relived his entire night, he paused to look at her. He could see the fear in her eyes; she was afraid of him. [Y/N] was afraid of the real Bruce.

-I see that Miss [Y/N] has met The Batman.- Bruce didn't want to answer the screen could answer Alfred. Seeing the case, Alfred completely forgot that Bruce had seen [Y/N] to start an argument. He had barely convinced him to take a bath so he could have breakfast with the company's accountants.

Bruce hoped that breakfast with the accountants would go quickly he couldn't stop thinking about the case and with certain flashes to [Y/N]. He needed to get her out of his head. Going down with Alfred while he put on his shirt was what he needed to clear his mind of [Y/N] since Alfred had started to crack the codes.

The doors opened, and they thought it was the accountants, but to Bruce and Alfred's surprise, it was [Y/N].

- Alfred!- she greeted enthusiastically with the Dior box in her arms. Her relationship with Alfred had held even though she didn't have one with Bruce. They met once a week for a cup of tea or coffee. Although it had been in Wayne Tower before since Bruce's return two years ago, they saw each other somewhere outside.

- Miss [Y/N]. What are you doing here? - Alfred asked confused. [Y/N] hadn't set foot in Wayne Tower for two years.

- I need to give Bruce something personally- Bruce was within hearing distance. He wanted to see her, but he couldn't see her.

Alfred left them alone. He knew that if [Y/N] wanted to talk to Bruce it was something really important, and Bruce needed to see that he needed her in his life, even if it was with a friend. [Y/N] slowly walked over to Bruce leaving the box where Alfred had been working just a few minutes ago.

-It's a box with your things. I didn't have the guts to throw them away, so you can do with these things whatever you want.- Bruce was dying of curiosity to know what was inside the box, but he couldn't seem desperate.

-You could have left it with Alfred.

-That was the plan.- the silence was tense there were so many things that they wanted to say, but they couldn't.

-Then?- She didn't say anything and took a jewelry box out of her expensive bag, and held it out to his. Bruce took the box and opened it. It was a pearls necklace.

- It belonged to your mom. She gave them to me the day we went to the orphanage.- [Y/N]’s voice was kinda broken.- Sorry for returning it this late. When we were together, I always thought that you would be my white knight and that we would give it to our daughter.- [Y/N] smiled thinking of those childhood fantasies so far from reality.

Bruce couldn't say anything. He could only look at the pearls because of those fantasies he had to leave [Y/N]. She needed a man who would come every night to make her happy and not worry her about that night might be the last time she saw him. She deserved her white knight. She deserved a family. She deserved to be happy. She deserved to be that someone's priority.

-Why don't you keep it? If my mom gave them to you, it was for a reason.

-She lent them to me for a day. It was selfish of me not to return it sooner. Also, lately, they remind me of you, and it's not easy. - Both couldn't stop looking into each other's eyes and wanting to hug each other, wanting to feel something more than just negative feelings.

Bruce nodded and placed the pearls on top of the white box. It was time for the final goodbye.

-Take care of yourself, Bruce, you look exhausted.- Only [Y/N] and Alfred genuinely cared about him. He couldn't risk her in a place as dark as his nocturnal activities. She was the light, and he had no right to turn her off.

-You don't have to worry about me.

-I know, but even though you want me out of your life, you will always have a special place in my heart. I would even like to be on speaking terms.- [Y/N] smiled at him like when he was 17 and told him that she loved him while kissing the mole on his left cheek. It's small to anyone could notice it; they had to be close enough, but no one ever, just [Y/N], so it was their little secret.

-I...- the accountants came to interrupt him. [Y/N] waved goodbye with a wistful smile and left the businessmen.

-I love you more than life that's why I have to say goodbye. I can't make you happy, that's why I hope you'll be happy without me- he wanted to tell her that. If he could tell one last time that he loves her. Seeing her leave will always be one of the hardest things in his life.

Before going to the accountants, he opened the white box, and the first thing he saw was Cinnabon. He took the stuffed animal as if he was touching the most delicate thing in his life. [Y/N] would always find a way to take care of him, even if she was no longer in his life.

Bruce and [Y/N] were left with an empty feeling in their chests that they knew they could never fully fill. The most precious thing in their lives was slipping through their fingers, but as she walked away from Bruce, the masked man who had terrorized Gotham got dangerously close to [Y/N].

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