Warnings: Fighting stuff, a little blood slight use of swearing.
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You were never the one to break the code.

‌You were obedient to the law, you were the one who always obey, listen, and proceed every actions with a firm belief.

You were somewhat ruthless when it comes to it. Law was something that you hold dearly to your heart. ‌But tonight? You need to break it.

You had to break it.

‌Creeping through the office, you smiled bitterly at every officer you met. You were one of the most trustworthy member in BCPD, along with your  acquaintance. The infamous Richard John Grayson. He was a great partner, an amazing one perhaps. His actions defines him greatly, his sense of justice strong.

Unlike most of the officers around here.

You made a turn at the corner before looking back one more time at the halls. 'This is it' You thought as you pulled out a lighter. Tip-toeing, you outstretched your arms and light it off. A few seconds later, the fire alarm blared through. Ringing like a mad bell.

Soon enough, every guarding officers scattered to find the source while grabbing the important files decked at each of their tables. People yelled and ran, saving their cases. The commotion caused was big enough to distract everyone as you sneaked your way to the main case files storage. Pulling your flashlight, you scanned and manovered through the piles of paper and evidence.

It took a few minutes before you found it. The case files for black mask, along with his evidences. Your hands trembled as you reached for it. Reading through the files one more time, you nodded. At a speed of light, you slid the paper and things into your coat. Sweat dripped along your temple as you made a quick exit.

Your footsteps bounced off the walls as you made your way to your desk, a nervous face plastered across your face. "What's happening?" You asked Amy, one of your early friends at the office as you start to grab your files.

"Don't." She placed her hand and stopped you from taking your files. "It was a false alarm. We checked the whole quarter. Nothings burning."

You sighed in false relief. "Thank goodness, I thought I needed to transport everything!" Your shoulders slacked off, and you pulled your hand back, gesturing the enormous pile of files.

"Yeah, I wonder what caused it though. Must be a prank."

'It was me.'

She then smiled and nodded her head, excusing herself. You nodded in return and pulled out your phone.

---I got the files----

You waited for a minute before getting an address.

- - - North of Crime alley, 13'th warehouse. - - -

You quickly typed and send your confirmation,

---I'm on my way---

You called your nonexistent friend's phone and made your way out​ of the office in a rushed tone, waving off a sense of urgency in which everyone understood.

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You double checked the files and evidence in hand whilst pulling over your car and parked it a few good blocks away from the meeting place. Propping it into the oversized suitcase, you mentally rehearsed your plan for the millionth time.

With a deep breath, you got out of your car and locked it. A moment later, you were on the move. Your steps were large, and you sped your pace for safety precautions, you couldn't get screwed before you save your friend. Sounds of your footsteps was nearly nonexistent. You were always told be be light at your feet. Both literally and figuratively.

As you made your way, you came across a few crimes. Some happened to you, and some to the other pedestrian. You seemed to have a gift of attracting danger. For instance, you had managed to get almost robbed at the minimum of ten times a month. Thankfully, your choice of occupation had given you the proper training.

You huffed as you knocked out the last thug with your suitcase. Panting lightly, you and set the heavy object aside and turn your head at the poor victim. "You okay?" You casually asked, placing your hand to the young girl's shoulder.

"I-I'm fine.... Thank you for s-saving me." She quivered in return out of shock.

You were silent for a moment as you crouched down beside the thugs, "No worries, what're cops for" you said as you secured them with your handcuffs. Pulling a strand of your hair away, you smiled at the girl.

"Do you have a phone? If you do, call my colleagues. I really need to get going..." You gave her your office number before standing up.

She nodded meekly and you head off as soon as she did so.

The time was ticking and your friend is very much dying. The tattered and bloodied uniform can  prove it. You shudder at the thought of him being tortured for Black Mask's satisfaction. Shaking the thoughts away, you broke into a sprint.

You passed the last block and was greeted by the scene of    metal buildings, or as you normally call it... The warehouses. It was as shady as the last time you visited it.       At first glance, there wasn't much of a secret as the rusty doors and creaky panels. But after a quick tour inside? Things escalated quickly.

Two men walked up to you at your stop. You nodded your head and showed them your big-ass suitcase whilst they tried to grab.

You shook your head and coughed, muttering the word partner. They paused before rolling their eyes and led you in. As expected, the overall state of the warehouse was awful. Pieces of broken glasses were scattered around the building, stacks of crates towered at corners, and a hoard of men were circling something.

There was one breath that caught your ears, a burdened one, heavy and desperate. The leader of the group signalled his men to move, allowing you to get a clear look at what- or rather who they were circling.

You bit your lips as they did so, capturing the image of one of your best partner in justice. Grayson. He laid limp on the floor, his chest bare with different cuts and bruises, his skin covered with blood. A shiver ran across your spine and coursed a cold rush into your vein. You intensively grip the suitcase again​, holding the handle as if your life depends on it.

In this case, it was not a metaphor at all.

"The suitcase." The leader extended his left hand.

You took a step back, "Let me check on my partner first." your voice echoed, cold. Ignoring the look they all gave you, you jogged to his place.

"Five minutes." And with that, he strutted away. Leaving only two men behind to keep a watch.

You crouched down and set the suitcase beneath your left foot, examining his condition. He was no way near a good condition​. Though it appears that there was no fatal wound. The worst ones were three embedded bullets in, and a few long mediocre cuts on his left hand.

Sighing, you set down your coat and took out a pill and a water bottle. With cautious movement, you slid the pill in and poured the water, moving his head so he could swallow without choking.

He let out a choking sound nonetheless, shooting straight from his slumber and quickly groaned.

"Grayson! Are you okay?" You mumbled as your hand support his back.

His eyes fluttered open before squinting, "(y/n)? What are you doing here? Things will get ugly soon."

You tilted your head, "As if things isn't ugly already." You gestured his figure.

"You don't understand-" he continued on, his whispers was then cut off by the sounds of windows crashing.

The Bat and his trusty Robin came to the rescue. Immediately attracting the other henchmen to rush inside and open fire.

They fought, while Grayson and yourself hide away.

You practically dragged Grayson out of harm's way. Both of you snuck behind the stack of crates and waited. Actually, you forced him to hid as you took out your gun, firing from your cover. Knowing Batman, you only fired at their legs. Immobilising, but not necessarily threatening.

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The fight was over as the sounds of sirens blared through the walls. Yes, you called the ambulance and your other colleagues. You weren't an idiot who was just going to stand around as your friend dies away.

"Officer (y/n)." A gruff voice which you could quickly identified as Batman's called out.

You looked up, finding the famous dinamic duo towering over you. Sending off glares especially to you. You weren't phased though, your mother's glare were ten times worse. Unexpectedly, he asked for your permission to bring Grayson back with him.

It was for interrogation and an even better treatment as he put it. Glancing at Grayson's shape, you bit your lips back. How on earth will you explain the whole situation to the ambulance crew? But Grayson's​ life were at stake.

Reluctantly, you agreed. The thugs may or may not need the treatments anyway. As the big bat and his bird went to  grab Grayson, you heard an unmistakable sound of a glock-15 being loaded. And when the bullet fires, you didn't hesitate to throw yourself in front of Grayson's and the heroes figures.

"BANG!"

The bullet whizzed and planted its body to your chest, making you fall back. It fired again, but you were up to take it again.

"BANG!"

The bullet hurled and landed on your stomach. You winced but pointed your gun regardless.

"BANG!"

Came another bullet as you shot back. The attacker's bullet made its way to your thigh a second after that.

"BANG!"

It landed to the attacker's gun. Sending it across the floor and away from the welder.

The building got silent after that as you smirked, turning your way to the little group behind you. "Guess now I have a reason to say that there's an officer who got kinda hurt."

Their faces showed general confusion as Grayson's eyes widened. You shook your head and patted your chest whilst removing the bullet. "Bulletproof vest son, remember?"

"Not bad... So Grayson was somewhat being true. Not plain swooning." Robin mumbled under his breath just for him to hear.

There was a grunt from behind. And Robin was quick to act as he ran to knock the attacker back to a deep slumber. You grinned at that. Patting Grayson's unscathed shoulder, you whispered. "Tell me how the Batcave looks like okay?"

You glanced at Batman and handed him your suitcase. "Can I ask you a favour? This really needs to be put back to the office"

He nodded with a slight judgement, and you took it as your was your cue to walk away. Bidding goodbyes, you pulled out your phone and dialled your chief, letting him know about the situation inside had been neutralised. You didn't tell him about the suitcases and files though. Not like he would even ask.

As you pulled out the door, the ambulance crew came rushing. The rest of the night went sort of blurry.

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"(y/n)!" Grayson's voice came chirping as his figure entered your view.

"Yeah?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. Setting down your case files.

You were fine, the shot to the thigh was bearable. You've been through worse. But his? You knew just how battered up his form was yesterday. So it confuses you to no end as he was acting like all of his injuries never happened. The true question was: How the hell did this officer managed to still walk after last night?

His smile turned into a grin as he stated humbly, "I've had worse injuries" and to that you just nodded, confused, but let it slide for later discussion.

"So, uh-" he scratched the back of his neck, trying to put some words together. "Thanks for last night. Really appreciate it you know?"

You patted his shoulder and nodded, walking away with a small smile."Don't mention it. What're partner's for."

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That was ok.... I think. Hope you like that uh.... Chapter? Now you may be wondering​... Where's the romance??? To that I say... It's there. Subtly. I usually don't make S/o or readers into a couple unless you asked for it. Because hey, I'm not a person to write that. I have no experience in L-O-V-E whatsoever. (Ironic, I know)

But relaxxxx..... You'll have fun either way. I'm​ also planning on making batsis, batmom, and evil one-shots later on. So wait for it... And somewhere along the way you may stumble on actual romantic stuff (requested obv)