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(F/N) First name (L/N) Last name (H/L) Hair Length (H/C) Hair Color (E/C) Eye color (S/C) Skin color Chapter 20 (Barbara’s POV) You: “I still think the cuffs are unnecessary.” Barbara: “You did make a deal with him.” You: “You’d think my word would be enough.” Barbara: “Batman has never been all that trusting of new people.” You: “Or people associated with Ozz.” He fell back into silence, his head pressed against the passenger window of the batmobile. Given the Batmobile was just a two seater, Bruce had thought it best given my lack of equipment if I took the car w

(F/N) First name (L/N) Last name (H/L) Hair Length (H/C) Hair Color (E/C) Eye color (S/C) Skin color Chapter 19 (Your POV) You: “So what’s the plan?” The Bat and I exited his car, he coming around to my side that was facing the front entrance of the chemical plant. The neon ACE light flashing sporadically over us. Batman: “Get inside, round up the hired guns, find Barbara and Arrest the Joker.” You: “Straight forward.” I nodded. “One question. How are we getting in?” He pointed upwards, aiming towards the highest situated smoke stack. Batman: “Through there.” I followed h

(F/N) First name (L/N) Last name (H/L) Hair Length (H/C) Hair Color (E/C) Eye color (S/C) Skin color Chapter 18 Chapter 18 (Your POV) You: “Are the cuffs really necessary?” I asked, jingling the chain that bound my wrists. Batman: “Sorry if I don’t exactly have a lot of trust in you at the moment, you DID try to kill me about twenty hours ago.” I huffed, slumping back in the passenger seat of the Bats car. He had, thankfully, agreed to help me save Barbara from the Joker. However, he had a few... stipulations, aside from the agreement that I was to turn myself over to the GCPD afterwords. He had taken my mas

(F/N) First name (L/N) Last name (H/L) Hair Length (H/C) Hair Color (E/C) Eye color (S/C) Skin color Chapter 17 (Your POV) Oswald: “You need to cancel.” You: “I can’t.” Oswald: “You must.” You: “No Ozz. I literally can’t.” I finished tying my necktie, turning away from the mirror in my room to the door. Ozz stood in the middle of the threshold, hands folded over the head of his umbrella and a look of concern on his clean shaven face. “Barbara thinks this whole thing is to celebrate the release of my fake inmate. If I cancel now, especially after last night, she’ll g