It was the knockout gas that actually kept the two of you asleep long enough to be brought up to the BCPD station by car. Nightwing and Batman found it most logical that having you asleep was easier if what you've been doing this entire time is running away. And with the little to nothing intel and no details known about the other girl, but she's helping you run away which means she's going to end up getting involved.

Red Robin had already left, figuring that they could handle it on their own. The biggest and most troubling part of it all that actually involved more than two people was finding you and keeping you in one place so you could have the knockout gas used on you. Having the other girl with you only made it harder, but it ended up that wasn't exactly a problem anyways. But since you were found, he was gone and off to go back to doing his own thing again.

Nightwing stayed in Bludhaven while Batman worked on having the two sleeping girls sent to GCPD, but the problem was they were taken custody of in Bludhaven, and without really thinking it's where Nightwing called it in instead of letting Batman explain to him that he wanted both of them in Gotham where it would be easier to protect (y/n).

Currently, Batman was in the Bludhaven Police Station talking to a stressed out officer who just wanted to go home, probably had a kid or something stuck with a babysitter that had a high pay more than the usual.

(Y/n) Orosco's father as been called and he's flying in from Metropolis to come and pick her up and take her home.The girls aren't criminals, Batman. She's just another teenage runaway." The officer said, going through your files and papers and sighing out of annoyance.

"She's involved in something crime related. She's not a criminal but she's safer where I have plans for her to stay." He bluntly cut off any other speaking from the tired officer before him, who sat behind a desk while Batman stood in front, arms at his sides hidden by the long black cape.

"When is Rodger Orosco coming to pick her up." He added, when he said this the officer knew it was a question. But it did not sound like one. It sounded more like a demand, at this point it was a demand.
Legally, Batman isnt allowed to take you out of Bludhaven, or even the building for that matter. The only people who can are Your older brother, who is over the age of 19. Your mother, or your father. Only legal guardians.

"I actually got word that he's sending someone to come and pick her up. I have all the paperwork saying why that's alright and he can do this." He stated, keeping further argument from the vigilante from happening.
At the thought, the officer stressfully pulled his hair out of his face and tucked it behind his ears.

Bruce's eyes narrowed beneath the black cowl he wore to seal his identity as Bruce Wayne. Knowing what's going on now, just puts you in even more danger. Legally, like mentioned earlier. He's not allowed to do anything about it. Nightwing wouldn't even have a pull in something like this.

"the other girl, did she have any I.D on her at all?" He asked, the officer handed Batman all of your known personal files to look through. But Bruce already had copies of these in the batcave. And more of them.

"No. Nothing on her at all. but her arm had a long scratch on it so we took a sample of her blood while she was out. Test results come back in an hour, and she was helping a minor run away. And we're assuming she's about 16 or 17 so shes a minor herself also. In the meantime, she's going to be put into a foster home because she can't be in Holding all night. There aren't any in Bludhaven that have room, so she'll be sent to one in gotham until we find her parents. Sorry it's the wrong kid you want out of Bludhaven, but that's just how things are working." The officer finished, sighing. a look on his face asking if there was anything else he wanted out of the old officer.

"We already have an officer from GCPD coming to get her and drop her off at a foster community that's waiting for her to to arrive so she can stay until shes given foster parents.-"

"(Y/n) has a sibling in the police force over in gotham, I can contact him to come and get her. He's over the age of 19 and can legally be her guardian if worst comes to worst. He's a police officer, so this is a good decision. Call Rodger Orosco and tell him plans changed." Before the officer could even protest, Batman had already made the call for your brother to come and pick you up.

*

You groggily woke up, a dry throat and breath that smelled like death. Your nose burned and your lungs ached a little bit. Last thing you remember is you passed out with Danica off the roof top of some old Library building nobody goes to anymore.

You noticed you were alone in the room, you started to wake up more when you realized you werent where you had fallen asleep at. Your eyes quickly snapped over to your wrist and scanned the part of your body, no handcuff there. But the uncomfortable single sized stiff mattress behind gate like bars let you know that you were in holding. waiting to be picked up by a family member. The most understanding out of the family is your mother, so that would be the best choice.

"You have school in the morning, you shouldn't be out so late." None other than your brother stood before you on the other side of the bars, clenching his hands around the cold metal with a tight grip. His face was calm, but his knuckles had turned white and you could hear a knuckle or two pop. He's mad, shit.

Behind your older brother was none other than the dark knight, double shit.

**

"Look, I felt threatened. I was kidnapped basically! I was just trying to calm down at Nyssa's place and then I'm literally carried away by the bird brat. I'm not even joking he literally broke into her apartment and-"
"(Y/n) I don't care, you were trying to be protected and you just had to run off again like you always do." He cut you off, throwing his police officers hat down to the ground by the front door where the two of you stood.

By the time he had come to bludhaven to pick you up, Batman had caught him up on everything that's gone on, every detail that was of available to tell. Even about the other girl that was with you. The car ride home was silent and awkward, you tried your best to completely ignore him, but his grip over the steering wheel unnerved you. He only lashed out the moment the two of you opened the front door and walked into the large house, it started with him slamming the heavy and large door behind himself after you had walked in.

"I was worried about you. you could have gotten hurt." He said, voice more soft this time. But he picked it up again with a loud and harsh stern tone.
"You have to stop running away from these things!" He yelled, kicking over a table that held an old antique vase on it, passed down from your adoptive mothers side of the family.

You watched as the purple and gold glass shattered onto the ground, speechless. There was a lump in your throat, the tight feeling in the middle of your esophagus. Your body felt stiff, balling up your fists at your side and trying not to just break down and cry.

"Worried about me? You don't have a right to be! You keep hiding all this bullshit from me, and if you hadn't none of this would have happened." you shouted back, stepping forwards and jabbing an index finger at him. The cracking of your voice and the unsteadiness of the words that left your dry cracked lips made it obvious you were seconds from falling apart.

"I don't want to see you for a long time." you muttered, stomping off to your room and running up the stairs, he could hear your loud footsteps even when you reached the third floor.

He leaned against the large cedar wood door that had blue and red stained glass decorations over the top of it. Gold rims holding the glass in place. He placed his hand up to his face and covered his mouth, slowly sliding down against the large and heavy door.

The young adult let his hand slide up over his eyes as he let out a broken breath. This was just all so wrong, but you were right and you had a point. If he had just opened up to you a little bit more. Told you the truth about the things you had to know.

He was trying to piece together all of your thoughts, wondering what it was like for you. Losing a family twice, and on the verge of losing a third. How you had just so openly started calling your parents "Mother" and "Father." Like how most kids have trouble getting used too when they're first put into a new family. How you refer to him as your big older protective brother, who'd do anything for you. And it was true, he really would do anything for you. Because he loved you, and you were his little sister. Granted you werent his only little sister, and he loved Ava too. But things just werent right. And she wasn't right. Certainly not in the head.

And how you still refer to Ava as your sister, even after what she did? It baffles him, and he'll be damned if you stop referring to him as the obnoxious, care too much, older brother. He's already had one sister taken from him, he doesn't want another gone too.

*

As you ran off away from your brother to the stair case, your footsteps loud and echoing off the painted walls of each room in the estate. you ran up the white carpeted stairs, kicking your shoes off as you ran. Leaving the boots on the stairs and ripping off your sweater after your shoes, throwing it on the floor of the hallway that connected several rooms. Making your way, loudly might I add, to the last set of stairs at the end of the upstairs hallway.

You had sniffled your nose a bit, rubbing your eyes and quivering your lower lip. You didn't want too, but you felt it. The tight knont in your stomach, the dry ache in the back of your throat. You scratched your neck, leaving bright red marks. god, you just wanted this pain to go away.

You ran to your room, tugging at the cold crystal doorknob and furiously turning it, yanking the heavy cedar door open and slamming it shut.

you let out a shaking breath, your shoulders shook as your back faced the rest of the room. An open window that let a cold breeze in made goosebumps on your skin appear. Your shining hair gracefully wafted through the air due to the slight breeze, it wasn't much of a waft. Only a fear strands fell in front of your face.

You sniffled loudly, before completely breaking and falling to your knees in front of the door. Putting your hands between your knees and pressing your knees against each other, your hands being crushed painfully as the pressure intensified.

Tears ran down your face as you silently cried, soft sobs that weren't loud or didn't happen often made their way out of your mouth. (H/c) fell in front of your face as you bit down on your lower lip you hated crying, especially like this when you had to keep it silent. Knowing that if your brother heard you he would come up here.

You wiped the tears from your face, stood up and sniffled one last time before wiping the fabric of your shirt over your face to dry your tears. you still didn't face the rest of your room, but made your way to your desk which was close to the door. Opening a drawer and pulling out that damn yellow and black cape.

You held the fabric between your fingers, and for the last time, the last time you told yourself, you wrapped it around your body and closed your eyes. Now all you wanted to do was burn the material. but for the last time, you would wrap it around yourself and use it as a small blanket.

You turned around, facing the open window that was bigger than yourself that went left to your bed. Everything would have been normal, except you knew you had closed the window. And seeing the reason why it was opened shocked you enough to wrap the cape tighter around your cold body. Which didn't help.

Robin stood at the open window, the ledge long enough just for a person to stand on held his weight. With a hand to the top of your window seal, he made his way in with slow and careful movements. His eyes scanned over your body, the old cape of his that you protectively wrapped around yourself. It wasn't very long, but it was long enough to cover the top half of your body. Back when you first had it given to you, it could have wrapped around your body, minus your head.

You backed up into the dresser, had he been there the entire time? Did he watch you break down like that? He knows you still have the cape, and that you're using it like this.

"I came here to tell you how foolish your actions are." His voice was soft, you could visibly see his jaw clench. Along with his fists, which he now wore green gloves over like he normally does. Why he wasn't doing so recently? No clue.

"But-"

You didn't let him finish, grabbing the light blue lamp on your dresser and chucking it at him, letting the cape loosen around your body. You listened as the glass shattered on the wall behind him. You weren't a pitcher, you were more of a batter. But when it came to throwing things it was just as strong.

He effortlessly moved out of the way, making his way closer to you while you continued to throw things at him.

He saw what he was doing wrong when confronting you. He was being too harsh, too violent with you. Grabbing you from behind and holding you against him, yelling at you, when in reality he was suppose to be protecting you.

"Get away from me, don't come any closer." You demanded, grabbing another object from your desk and holding it in your shaking hand. At this point he was only inches away from you.

"I was going to-"

Slap.

The sound that echoed through the room, the loud sound of an open palm quickly made its way to the taller male's face. Your nails slightly touched his skin, but it wasn't enough to leave a scratch. He let out a sharp breath, his lips parted softly as his face was instantly turned to the left. Closing his mouth and tightening his jaw, he didn't respond by yelling, anything at all. He didn't turn to look at you until a solid couple seconds passed.

The red hand mark started to form on his face. You hit him hard enough that it actually stung your hand quite a bit. Your own palm had grown red.

"I apologize." He said, through gritted teeth.

At this, you were taken aback.