Chapter 11

I had given all of my life for Bruce. My life had been the mission and only the mission. His mission.

The days without sleep. The copious amounts of coffee. The neverending nights on rooftops. Endless days in front of the batcomputer. Failed relationships.

They were my family, the bat family, but I know that if I hadn't been Robin and the Red Robin they would never have been one. My real parents might have still been alive. Batman might have gone off the deep end and started to kill criminals. Killed the Joker. Maybe that is what should of happened.

Life was a mess and the few joys that come with it weren't enough. I was depressed and self medicating with coffee and sleep deprivation.

Waking up in the mist had been a relief. It was finally over. I had done my job, fulfilled my role. Done what was needed of me, but why? Why did I feel so empty? (A.N. Drake's story is so fucking depressing and Batman deserves to be shoot for how he treated his kids.)

Like something was gone or maybe it was never there?

A voice he had never heard before spoke to him asking if I would help someone with her mission. It said I would find the missing part of me and bring joy into my life.

I'd agreed without much thought. Why not, what else was I going to do? I want to find what's missing. It was a puzzle I wanted to solve, I HAD to solve.

Meeting them, my new family had been a shock and a joy. Warm, welcoming. They didn't judge me for not sleeping and for my coffee intake. They cared and understood. They might not have liked it but they knew why I was the way I was.

One morning Sam sat next to me holding Sage just as equally sleep deprived though she had the twins keeping her awake. She asked me if I couldn't sleep or if I wouldn't sleep. I had just spent the last 3 days and nights awake drinking coffee like it will give me life.

I told her I couldn't, I have too much to do. The mission comes first.

She looked me in the eye and I will never forget what she told me that morning.

"I wake up every morning to a world that just a few months ago I didn't think existed. Where horrors are waiting around every corner. There are people stronger, smarter, faster, wiser and more experienced than me out there and yet I was the one given this mission. Do you know how I get out of bed in the mornings?

"I forget the mission. What's important is to move forward by being me. Being a mum. Building a future for them. It's not enough to just survive. My kids need to thrive. The mission comes second, people come first. Otherwise what's the point in fighting in the first place?

"If you are killing yourself then how will the people that care about you feel? Plan for the future Tim, but don't spend so much of your time thinking about the future that you miss out on all the important things in front of you."

She then handed me a sleeping Sage and walked away.

"You should really follow your own advice. Hey wait, don't leave me like this!" I say as she walks away. I sat there holding Sage for the longest time. I ended up falling asleep on the couch holding Sage in my arms.

That was probably the best sleep I have had in a long-time.

After these months together I finally understood what a family really was. Sammy, the twins and Alfred had become his home.

Now I was sitting here helping Sam organize the new people that she had brought in. I was enjoying this life I was making for myself.

…

Sam, Jane, John, Gregorio and Ingrid were all summoned given their backpack, weapons, missions, and information.

I gave an extra mission to the spies. I asked them to track down Erik Stevens.

"He should be either working as a Navy Seal or Special Operations. I want contact with him. He will be an important asset if we can draw him to our side. I don't want you to engage him at all. When you find the info on him, give it to Tim or I. You have each other's contact."

I open the gate to an alley in Madripoor that I had scoped out earlier. The team filtered through the Gate and split up in the city.

Closing the Gate I lean back on couch. Mentally tired from all the planning and conversations.

"Hey Tim?"

"Yeah Sis?" I smile at that.

"Want to go kill some zombies?" I take a sip of my tea that Alfred had just brought me.

"You can't kill zombies since they are technically already dead but sure I could use some stress relief."

"I mean if you wanted we could go to a club instead, maybe you find a girl or a boy to have fun with instead." I look over at him a smirk.

"Snort. Oh I am totally taking you clubbing so we both can have fun but not tonight. I want to destroy things not my liver."

"Are you trying to corrupt me?"

"You are already corrupted according to the church you have two kids and live with two men that aren't your blood family."

"Snort. Fuck religion. Wait, are you using my dungeon as a Rage Room?" I sit up a bit and turn to look Tim in the eye. (A.N. No offense meant to anyone who is religious. Tim and our OC just find religion a joke after their own experiences with Gods and such.)

"Noooo. I am using it as a place to break... Yes, I am."

Grinning each other I finish my drink and hold my hand out. Sighing Tim come over and pull me out of the sofa. I stretch as he goes over to a bag that he's has not far away. Going into my inventory I equip my gear and draw the second zombie dungeon card this one is applied to the first and increases the difficulty but it also increases that lots gained. I pull all the laptops, phones and computer parts out of my inventory to make room for whatever loot we get.

Finishing getting ready I turn to see Tim in his Tron Suit ready to go. I walk over to him and hold his shoulder and call to Alfred.

"See you in a minute."

I open a Gate to the warehouse after checking the camera. Tim and I pass through and I close the gate behind us.

Then I active the upgraded dungeon.

MENU

1. GACHA

2. CARD DECK

3. STATUS

4. SHOP

5. DUNGEON

'Select Upgraded Zombie Dungeon'

[Enter Upgraded Dungeon Zombie Y/N?]

'Yes.'

Thooom. The familiar drone echoes in my ears as a white light flashes that once again blind me temporally. The warehouse is the same but now it feels more ominous.

"Okaay. That was an experience." Tim is looking around uncomfortably

"You'll get used to it if you come with me on little missions like this."

"Somehow I feel like our soulmates might have an issue with that. Lets do it." Tim grins at me and pulls out his Baton and turns it into a Bo fighting stick.

"You want to get me into trouble don't you." I pull out my hunting knife and equip another knife in my offhand slot and start heading toward the exit with him. (A.N. So, in Ark you can't do this but it's my party so I'll do what I want.)

"Of course. It's funny to watch." He opens the door a little and check the street for anything before he holds the door open for me to pass through. "After you Ma'am."

"Why thank you sir." Checking the street myself I held my weapons at the ready just incase and head out onto the street. "Where should we head? Got any ideas on where you think we should go?"

"To Hell."

"I mean, I could probably but then you would either have to follow me or be here all alone and I'm not sure that would work out to well." Snickering, I walk up to a zombie that is coming closer to us. "Besides don't feel like fighting what's in Hel right now."

"I have an idea. We should.."

"Oh god." I groan, teasing him.

"..go to the military academy in West Point. There should be some supply's there that we can't get legally." He looks over at me with a smirk ignoring my interruption.

"That's a good idea actually. Let me find a bike."

Later. One bike in working condition acquired and some siphoning of fuel from a car or two fill it up and we were on our way killing zombies from the back of our bike. Leaving Hells Kitchen we ride like idiots not worrying about our speeds with me following Tim to West Point.

Arriving at the Military academy we see it's much like the rest of the dungeon. Surrounded by zombies. These ones appear be stronger. After scouting that base and figuring out a plan we work out that there wasn't much point in fighting our way in we attempt to sneak into the base.

...

"I take it back! This was a terrible idea."

(A.N. Sorry. Don't hate me.)