Alright I'm gonna start off by saying this is my verrrrry first fanfiction story so please go easy on me. I'M BEGGING ON MY NEEDS! Also I'm a terrible writer. You have been warned

SUMMARY: Thálassa SofíaJackson ahah I know right weird name. It's greek, anyways I'm what you would consider a fairly normal girl, except that fact that I own a small apartment complex for trouble kids and adults. Also a tiny library store that I love so much. Ohhh and I also have a very weird job you can, wanna know what that is read and find out

(Not the best summary I know but can you blame me)

Okay I would love to say that I know what I'm doing with this story but I don't so if any fans of Batman hate it or don't like what I put either tell me I'm wrong or don't say anything. Tbh I'm kinda just going off from what I know, which isn't a !

Main Pair: Damian/OC

Brotherly-Sisterly Connection: Jason/OC

Batman doesn't belong to me :'(

Chapter 1

TS Pov.

Honestly to say my life was easy and perfect was an understatement but that doesn't mean I didn't like it so I wasn't gonna complain if anything I wouldn't change my life.I helped people out when they need it and didn't have to wear a mask while doing so, also I TWO cool jobs one as a bookstore owner and the other job is kind of tricking but still soooo cool (not as cool as the Justice League but still it's as cool).I think I'll tell you more about it later hehe. But then again life could get messy at any given moment I mean just look at the man in the red mask before me.

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Laying on the concrete alley floor.

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Cover in blood. Most likely his own.

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A knife sticking out of his stomach.

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WHAT THE F*** I was just trying to take out the garbage.

Not knowing on whether to leave and not get in trouble the boss (he's not really my boss but you can say I'm still I'm training) or risk it. Risking sounds much more simpler like I don't need a dead vigilante body near my building if no one came to help, it wasn't like here had anyone nearby to help him (Yes I knew his secret identity, that has something to do with my weird but cool other job).

Getting him up and into my building without being seen and smoothy was harder than I thought it would be I mean DAMN! this dude weigh a ton. I ain't Supergirl or Wonder Woman. After finally getting into my room not before dropping him more times than I had liked, I began working on his wounds.

Fun Fact I'm trained in medical field.

In other words I'm good with a medical kit and treating really bad wounds. (awesomeness right here ;-) )

Apparently this guy ambush or something because he had more wounds than Dick Grayson had fangirls. His entire body was covered in cuts and bruises from head to toe (yes I took off his mask early it's not like he can argue right now he is really knocked out I would have thought he was dead had I not checked his pulse) also he had to gunshot wounds one in his right shoulder and left leg (people with bad shots yay! for me) and there was still the knife in his stomach. Put it together and what do you got….. Lots of blood on my nice comfy clean bed.

I feel like my life is just gonna be like that poor bed from now on

Yay! (note the sarcasm please)

Sorry to end so soon I didn't really know what to write after that. Next chapter will either continue from TS Pov or be Jason Pov. But honestly tell me what you think so far hate, love, indifferent or just plain stupid that I should just stop what I'm doing.

Also I'M REALLY SORRY AT MY LAME ATTEMPT AT HUMOR.

Any Betas would be surely appreciate it.