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Y/N just wanted to sleep. Her day at work had been long and grueling, but that was to be expected when interning at one of Gotham’s biggest design and engineering firms. She knew that when she started: if she wanted to make sure they took her on full time at the end of the internship, she would have to put in the work. Her parents had not liked it, they wanted to use their influence to get her a higher position straight away. But she told them the same thing she told them when she went to college, she wanted to earn it on her own.
The police cars racing up and down the streets as she drove home were not a surprise. Like everyone in Gotham, Y/N had heard the news that Sal Maroni had been arrested and they were rounding up his accomplices. What was a surprise, were all the police cars in front of her parents’ house as she pulled through the gates.
An officer walked over to her as she parked her car and climbed out. “Y/N L/N?”
“Yeah, what’s going on?” She watched as the other officers carried stuff out of the house and placing it in the police vans.
Before the officer had a chance to reply, her parents were brought out of the front door with their hands cuffed behind their backs.
“Whatever that asshole told you, he’s lying! We haven’t done anything!” Y/N’s mother was screaming at the officers as they took her towards the police van.
Her father was quiet, seemingly accepting his fate until he spotted Y/N. “Don’t get involved, stay out of it. There’s no need for you-” He was cut off as the police van door was slammed shut.
Y/N just stood there frozen as a higher-ranking officer walked over and dismissed the first officer. “Miss L/N, you’re not in trouble, but I need you to come to the station and answer a few questions for us.”
She just nodded and let the officer lead her to a police car and open the door for her.
The drive to the station and the police questions were a blur. She learnt that Maroni had specifically name dropped her parents and provided evidence that they were both involved in his operation. Her parents had drained their family fortunes years ago; the house, all their belongings, the cars, it had all been brought with drug money. Which meant the police were seizing everything, she would not even be allowed to go back and get anything. They even took her phone.
“Is there anyone you can call?” The woman at the front desk seemed more sympathetic than the rest of the people in the station, some of the officers were even shooting daggers at her.
She nodded and the woman pointed her towards the phone on the far wall.
Y/N’s hands shook as she punched in the number, her heart rate increased with each ring that passed.
“Wayne residence.”
She sighed in relief. “Alfred, is Bruce there?”
“Yes, one moment.” She heard the phone being placed down on the table as he went to find Bruce.
“Y/N?”
“Bruce, some-something happened. I’m at the police station. I-I need you to come get me.” Her voice finally broke and it suddenly all felt real.
“I’ll be there in 10.” The line clicked as he hung up.
She could not stand the stares and whispers anymore, so she walked outside to wait for him. Her whole body started to shake as the true impact of everything that had just happened started to set in. That everything she had ever known was a lie, her family were gone, her home, all her possessions, everything.
The roar of a motorbike engine pulled her out of her thoughts. Bruce pulled to a stop in front of her and pushed his visor up. She shook her head and he understood, questions could be asked later. He kicked the stand down and pulled the bag off his back. He handed her the helmet before zipping the bag back up. She pulled the helmet on and fastened the strap under her chin and took the bag from him, slipping her arms through the straps before swinging her leg over the back of the bike behind him.
“Ready?” He asked as her arms wrapped around his mid-section.
“Yeah.”
He kicked the stand back up and pulled out of the station parking lot. Y/N focused on the buildings streaking past as her thoughts ran away from her and hot tears started streaming down her cheeks. It seemed no time at all before Bruce was pulling the bike to a stop. She climbed off as he kicked the stand down. Bruce noticed the tears as she pulled the helmet off, but did not say anything as he opened the door for her. She walked in and pressed the button for the elevator. The silence continued the entire ride. Bruce walked out first, and she followed behind him.
They both stopped in the living room doorway. Y/N’s parents’ faces were plastered across the news channel playing on the TV. Alfred turned it off when he noticed them in the doorway.
“I’ll make some tea.” Alfred rested his hand on her shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile as he walked out.
Y/N moved into the room and sat down on the edge of the sofa, resting her head in her hands.
“What happened?” Bruce perched on the coffee table in front of her.
“They’ve been working for Maroni for years. They spent all their money decades ago, they brought everything with drug money.” She got angry then and jumped to her feet. “They couldn’t just get jobs and live like normal people, could they? They had to keep spending, keep up the lifestyle! And for what? The police have taken it all anyway!” The tears really started coming then and she buried her face in her hands.
Bruce understood. “They seized everything, didn’t they?”
She looked up at him and nodded.
“C’mere.” He pulled her into his chest. “You don’t have to worry about anything, I’ll handle it.”