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-The Missing X


"You're saying this kid is my daughter?" Nightwing asked Damian, quite loudly.

"Grayson, I would of thought you would be joyful with the news of an heir." Damian reprimanded smugly, he was enjoying this a much more than he should, and he was positive that if Tim or Jason were here they would be on the floor laughing.

"Would you be 'joyful' if some kid that appeared, looked exactly like your ex and was your kid, who you had no idea about for their whole life?" He screeched tugging on his hair.

They were in one of the meeting rooms; Damian was leaning back on his chair, arms behind his head and feet on the table with a trolling grin on his face. While Dick was the complete opposite, pacing the room, hands in his hair a scowl on his face, and both uniformed vigilantes were waiting for the boss man to arrive with Mary.

"Well, unlike you, I would never be in that situation." Damian cheered in sheer enjoyment.

"Shut up, I just- she looks nothing like me!" He exclaimed, his brain not making the connection between facts.

"Of course she does, and from what I've heard she acts like you, when you were younger." Damian replied in pure delight, oh he was enjoying this very much.

"What no, she looks exactly like Zatanna, her face, her hair, her nose, everything!" Nightwing said crossing his arms, reverting back to the blue chested hero.

"Her eyes are the same shade of blue as yours, stupid, and her hair is straight, like yours, not curly like Zatanna's." The teen wonder stated half-heartedly.

"I just-" He started, but was promptly shut down by the arrival of Batman and Mary, his daughter.

Now after being told the truth he couldn't help but see the similarities between them, her eyes were his shade of blue, that hair was the same, the way she carried herself, the sparkle in her eyes that was interested in everything around her. It was his daughter in blood and heart.

"Sit down." Batman gruffly said, as he took his seat at the head of the table, Mary sitting by herself at the very end, opposite to the Caped Crusader.

"We've got some news." He sighed; this was going to take a while…


Zatanna was currently cleaning the cottage, she had found out that there were in fact little people living in the cottage, seven of them to be exact. Each one true to their name, Doc, Bashful, Grumpy, Happy, Sneezy, Sleepy and Dopey, and each one looked exactly like the characters of Snow White.

Zatanna just thought this was over the top, but wasn't sure what to be cautious of, she shouldn't go anywhere near an old lady, or apples, or any type of fruit that may have been poisoned. But without her magic she felt completely helpless and bottled up, all the magic suppressed somehow, and without her powers she was just an ordinary human.

She didn't have special training in combat or weapons, she solely used her magic, her gift from her parents.

"Zatanna, you know you could always leave?" A small voice told her from behind, turning around she could see it was Doc, who looked very nervous and pitiful.

"I can't, where else am I going to go? This place is surrounded by a magical field that blocks out my ability and acts as a fence for me. I have nowhere to go." She said sadly, looking longingly out the window.

"Oh, be careful, we're going to work now." He said giving up, and walking out the door, but not before casting her a sad look. Such a beautiful soul trapped in the dark enchanted forest, it didn't seem right.

She wondered in that moment how Mary was doing, if she had found out the whole truth? If she was mad at her for keeping it a secret? If she had met her father? Everything, she missed her little girl, she missed the bright eyes, she missed the sarcastic remarks, she missed feeling proud when her daughter did something amazing, but most of all she missed being there.

And once again, Zatanna found herself alone, and unable to keep her act up, she crumpled down to her knees and began silently crying, the glistening tears rolling down her face in waves, as she felt more and more helpless.


"You mean to say my dad is Richard Grayson?" She blanded, loosing the smile for a scowl of disbelief.

"That is exactly what he said." Damian replied, looking fondly at his nails.

"I know what he said, but seriously?" She hissed at the son of Batman.

"You'll be staying at the manor." Batman suddenly announced, to the surprise of everyone present.

"What?" Everyone chorused, all in shock.

"You will be staying in the manor Mary, since you already know who we are it should be no problem." He stated again.

"What makes you think I want to live in your manor?" She asked in defiance,

"The fact that if you stay in the manor you will be with family." Batman said with the heart of Bruce Wayne,

"Fine," she grumbled, purposely avoiding eye contact with her dad.

"Robin, let's go." Batman said getting up, giving Nightwing the opportunity to get to know his daughter.

"Fine," He said aloud, but grumbling under his breath, "Can we at least put a camera here, Grayson's face is Hall of Fame worthy, and Tim and Jason would get a kick out of this."

Sadly, much to Damian's disdain, his father heard this and he was punished by a swift smack on the top of his head.

The tension between the father and daughter was so thick you couldn't cut it with a knife, or any other weapon. Silence lingered in the far corners of the room making everything that much more awkward.

Nightwing coughed, "So you're my daughter." He said rather awkwardly, admitting it wasn't his best way to start a conversation with your daughter that you didn't know about. How in the world did Bruce do it with Damian?

"Yeah, I am." She said softly, her eyes searching for his own behind the mask.

"Your name is Mary?" He asked kindly, remembering his kind hearted mother, who would have loved a grandchild.

"Yeah, what's it to you?" Mary sighed, she was finally getting to know who her dad was, and she had to say, she wasn't disappointed.

"Mary was my mother's name." He replied sadly, being taken back to the foggy memories of the circus.

"Oh, what about Aster? Does that mean something to you, or was mum really telling the truth?" She curiously leant forward.

"Aster?" He laughed, he couldn't believe Zatanna would dedicate part of their daughter's name to his old antics, "When I was still Robin I had a bad habit of bashing the English language, aster was one of the words I had created. From disaster, so instead of things going wrong they went right." He explained with a fond smile.

"Really?" She beamed, it seemed she wasn't the only one who thought that way.

"Really, so do you do anything apart from school?" He asked, eager to get to know about his daughter,

"Um yeah, Mathletes, Gymnastics, Martial Arts and Circus." She listed off, missing them more than she realized.

"Mathletes?" He asked. Wasn't she too young to be doing mathletes?

"I'm a year level above my actual year level." She explained. So she was smart, he thought smugly, a warming coming from his heart.

"Gymnastics?" He asked again, curious to see if she was any good at one of his favourite things.

"Yeah, got into it when I was young, been doing it ever since." She shrugged; she didn't need to go bragging off to him about her awards and that.

"Are you in a team?" He asked, as far as he knew a lot of kids now were in competitive teams, they never did it for the heck of it, or performance, it was all about winning and champions.

"Oh yeah, I'm in a team," she fidgeted; he just guessed she was embarrassed about what team she was in.

"What team?" He pressed on,

She took a while but she finally answered quietly, so quietly he almost missed it,

"The National Youth Team."

He whistled, she must be good then, really good.

"Yeah, I know. Great, wonderful." She said sadly, her coach was so going to kill her when she got back, if she got back.

"Why don't we go home?" He decided, the night was approaching and he didn't have any duties with the team, so he would wisely spend this time with his kid.


"What do you mean your busy tonight?" She asked to the caller on the phone.

Barbara was currently in her apartment making dinner for herself and Dick, who was supposed to come over tonight for a date, but apparently he was busy.

"I totally forgot Babs, it's just everything has been hectic, I mean really hectic." He explained, wishing that she would understand and not press the matter further.

"What made it so hectic you forgot our date tonight?" She hissed, her hand griping the wooden spoon harder.

"I'll come if you really want me to, but I'll be bringing a plus one." He bargained, he didn't want to screw things up between him and Babs, but he wanted to build a relationship with his daughter.

"Just get over here, and I swear if it's Wally again I will tip the spaghetti over you head." She threatened, and promptly hung up, slamming her phone down onto the bench, she breathed out in anger, couldn't things just go her way for once?

After a half an hour wait the doorbell rang, signaling Dick and his plus one's arrival. Rushing to open the door she prepared herself to be met with her boyfriend's best friend, but upon opening the door she found a small girl, who looked like Zatanna, the ex-girlfriend.

"Dick who's this?" She asked, a deadly glint in her eyes.

"Um, Babs this is Mary." He introduced extremely awkwardly,

"Hi," Mary waved shyly, and Barbara couldn't help but smile back to the petite girl

"Hey sweetie, come in." She kindly said gesturing to them to come in, sneaking Dick a glare.

"Sorry Babs, but I really want her to stay with me." He defended lightly, not knowing how she would take the news.

"Why?" She asked with a quiet fury, fire dancing around her head as she prepared to rip his limbs off in pure anger.

"Um, she's kind of my kid." He tried, today really wasn't his day, was it?

"Kind of?" She cocked an eyebrow up, by now Mary had moved from the front door to the kitchen, seeing the two adults needed space.

"Mine and Zatanna's." He said tight-lipped, looking away suddenly becoming interested in the yellow couch that had worn down over the years.

"Great." She replied, as she felt her heart sink lower and lower, until it hit rock bottom of her rib cage.

"You know it's over between us Babs, but this is my kid, I didn't even know she was mine until today." He defended, although part of it wasn't true, but he kept telling himself that.

"I know, I just can't help feeling like it could be over between us." She admitted finally, the past few weeks they had hardly seen each other, talked, and they had become distant.

"Just give it time, we c-" He started,

"You guys know the spaghetti is getting cold right?" Mary shouted from the kitchen, eager to eat good food, that smelt and tasted good.

"We're coming." Dick shouted back, "We'll get there Babs."

Looking like she didn't believe him she just stayed quite, but changed her mind when he lent down to give her short and sweet kiss, breaking apart smiling, she grabbed for his hand and walked to the kitchen, two peas in a pod. But she couldn't help feeling alienated holding his hand, the once warm grip that held years of comfort for her, taken and replaced with nothing, she felt nothing.


"Darling Zatanna," the enchantress cooed, looking in to the mirror and viewing her creation of a nightmare, "trapped in that stupid house, with stupid dwarves and stupid company. Trying your hardest to get out and back to the ones you love."

Throwing her head back and laughing, like a rumbling storm approaching, she silently praised herself for her master plan, all for revenge.

"Enchantress, your guest has been sent in." A servant of hers announced,

"Make them wait a while, I wish to bask in to glow of my victory further." She demanded, she loved feeling more powerful that most, her parents just didn't understand.

"Zatanna Zatara, you wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for your dearest daddy, but because he's unavailable to torture, I'll settle for you, maybe he will see everything while in the helmet of Fate, but he can't do anything to save his only child." She smirked; everything was about to fall into place.

"Harvier!" She called, daring the servant to come forth, "Bring my guest in."

"As you wish Mistress." He said bowing down and leaving to collect the guest.

"I'm sure you are aware you are getting good payment for this clown," she said to the figure below her throne, "Make no mistake, if you do not get results, I will put you in a miserable state of mind. I will be expecting the job to be done." She hissed out, getting her point across rather well, if she were to say so.

"Oh, I understand, get rid of the prince? Easy peasy lemon squeezy." The clown sung joyously, a deadly smile on his face.

"Then get to work, I need no more presence from you." She shooed,

"The Joker's got this one covered, mistress, and he's pulling everything out of the bag." He cackled, his haunting laugh sounding throughout the halls.


There it is! Now I don't know how long I want this to drag out, so please tell me how many more chapters you want so I can plan ahead!

Until next time...

-The Missing X