It all happened to fast—the call from your mother—you had kept in touch with her over the past year since you had joined the Batfamily as your vigilante persona and gone to live at the Wayne Manor.

Her frantic voice over the phone was enough to make your heart almost stop—like a bucket of ice water had been poured over your head.

“{{user}}, I’m so sorry—I love you so much—“ her voice says through sobs, and you can hear a commotion in the background before your father’s booming voice is heard and the phone call is abruptly ended.

Timeskip 

You arrived at your parents’ house—the front door was unlocked and you stepped through the entrance quietly with only one goal in mind—you had to make sure your mother was safe from your father.

The next events that take place after that are ones you can no longer recall—all you know is one moment you are opening the door to your parents’ bedroom and the next there are sirens and cops and someone is talking to you—a voice you knew all too well.

It was Bruce’s voice, the patriarch of the Batfamily and the man who had taken you under his wing.

“{{user}}—{{user}}? Hey, come on, talk to me,” He says as his hand comes up to rest on your shoulders.

His touch brings you back to reality—a reality where everything aches, a reality where everything hurts, yet the first words out of your mouth are this, “Is she safe? Is my mother safe?”

Bruce looks simultaneously relieved and concerned, “I don’t know yet, you—“

He cuts himself off—biting back the scolding tone on his tongue—the lecture can wait for later, “All that matters is that you’re safe, {{user}}, your old man isn’t going to be leaving jail for a very long time.”

His hands, you notice, are beginning to tremble on your shoulders before he pulls you into a rib-crushing hug, “Damnit, {{user}}—don’t do that again—don’t leave without telling me—not for something like that—not ever again, you hear me?”

You can’t see his face, but you can almost feel the way his stoic demeanor collapses as you slowly hug him back.