Bruce Wayne loved all his kids. But there was something about Lauren. She had the same darkness in her that he had. And he never wanted it to take over. So when it did, it angered him.
Clara had always send him videos of Lauren as the girl grew up. Bruce wasn’t her dad, but her was her father. He had explained how it was dangers for him to be in his daughter’s life when he found out. Clara was oddly understanding, found a man who would love her and had two more children. She loved all three the same, as did Mike. Bruce never personally met Mike, but he did like the man. He was raising another man’s child as his own, that earned his respect, even if it was his.
Bruce looked down at Lauren. They were both in the back seat with Alfred in front. During the confrontation, Alfred was waiting, in case anything had happened. Bruce changed out of his outfit and held his daughter close.
“Daddy,” Lauren whispered, gripping her father’s hand.
Bruce felt his tears in his eyes. “Just hold on, we’re almost there.”
“I’m sorry Daddy, I’m sorry,” the young girl cried, closing her eyes.
“No, no, keep your eyes open. Please. I love you Lauren. I love you so much. I can’t lose you, just hold on.”
Lauren didn’t say anything. Her head lulled to the side, her hand slowly moving away from the wound.
“Just hold on,” Bruce begged, not wanting to lose her. His little girl. His only girl. He didn’t know what he would do if he lost her.
“Mommy,” Lauren slurred, a small smile appearing on her face. “Mama.”
Few Months Later
Camila looked up at the mansion in front of her. She took a deep breath and walked to the door. She hadn’t been to the mansion in years. But it still made her nervous. She raised her hand and knocked on the door.
An elder man opened the door with a smile. “Miss Camila, what a pleasant surprise.”
Camila smiled at the butler. “Alfred, please call me Camila.”
The man just smiled. “Come in Miss Camila.”
The half-Kryptonian laughed. She stepped into the mansion. She looked around, seeing all of Bruce’s things. She smiled at the picture of all of Bruce’s kids, Dick, Jason, Tim, Lauren and the newly discovered Damien. (Lauren had told her about Damien being a little shit, thinking he’s so cool because he was so mysterious and dangerous.)
“You can go on up,” Alfred told the girl, who gave her thanks. She walked through the mansion, knowing where she was going. She looked at the door in front of her.
Twelve year old Camila followed her father through the building. He told her he was going to meet an important friend. Camila was left in the kitchen with Alfred Pennyworth. She sat down on one of the chairs at the dinner table.
“Miss Camila, would you like me to prepare you lunch?” the butler asked, giving the girl a smile.
“Oh no, thank you,” Camila told him, smiling.
“He’ll be offended if you don’t,” a raspy voice told her.
Camila turned to look at a brunette girl standing at the doorway. The girl was in ripped jeans and a hoodie. She was also wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses on.
“I didn’t know Bruce Wayne had another kid,” Camila said, giving the intimidating girl a smile.
“It’s a new revelation. I’m Lauren Jauregui.”
Camila was confused by the different last name, but shrugged. “I’m Camila Kent. First name Karla, but I don’t really like that name.”
Lauren shot her a smirked. “Yeah, I think Camila suits you better too.”
Camila could feel her cheeks heat up as Lauren turned her attention to Alfred and asked about lunch for herself and Camila.
Camila knocked on the door. She heard a soft come in and walked in. The room had changed. It was lighter. The room felt homier. Camila looked to the corner to see Lauren hunched over her fear, drawing something.
“I’ll be down for dinner later Alfred,” Lauren said. Her voice softer and lighter than what Camila was used to.
“Am I invited for dinner?” Camila asked, watching as Lauren quickly turned to look at her.
Camila was in for a surprise. She had been so used to the sunglasses wearing, scowling Lauren. The Lauren in front of her wasn’t wearing sunglasses. Camila could see her bright green eyes. She looked so relaxed. She knew this is was the real Lauren. Not the one she thought was real, or the one the other girls got to know.
“Camila,” Lauren whispered, her eyes wide. “Wh-what are you doing here?”
Camila shrugged. “I came to check up on you. Dick told me what happened.”
“I-I thought you would hate me for what I did,” Lauren told her, standing up.
“I should. I did. But I know you were in a lot of pain. No one really tried to help you. And it just exploded.”
“Bruce, uh, Dad, he got me help.”
Camila smiled. “I’m glad. You seem better.”
“I feel better. I’m not so angry anymore. I can sleep now. I mean, therapy is helping a lot, but the Joker being dead is what makes me feel relaxed.”
“Yeah, uh, since when has Jason been alive?”
Lauren shrugged, sitting on her bed. She patted the place next to her for Camila to take. “Don’t really know. He texted me and then I met up with him. He didn’t really explain why he’s alive, but I’m glad.”
The two girls sat silently.
“How are the others?”
“Angry. I’m sure Dinah wants to kick your knee in,” Camila said with a small laugh.
Dinah walked in with her knee in a cast. She glared at the three girls in front of her. “She’s so lucky she caught us off guard. I would have knocked her teeth out.”
Normani laughed. “Yeah, I’ll join you.”
Dinah smiled. Before turning to Camila, who had been quiet the whole time.
“Mila, she tricked all of us,” Ally whispered, placing a hand on the Kryptonian.
Camila looked at her teammates. She could see where Lauren had stabbed, shot and broken each one of them. She clenched her teeth.
“Batgirl is no longer a member,” she told them, turning her attention to the wall.
“Sounds fair,” Normani added, rubbing her healing wound.
“We can’t trust her,” Ally said, her eyes closed.
“I’ll beat her ass if I see her,” Dinah muttered, lighting flashing in her eyes.
Camila nodded, tears filling her eyes. She was doing the right thing, but it didn’t make anything easier.
Lauren smiled. She looked out the window. “I really am sorry, for what I did.”
“I forgive you,” Camila told told her. Lauren turned to her with a frown. “I probably would have done the same thing. I mean, you’d probably stop me, but I would have challenged the girls.”
“But everyone is okay? I didn’t damage anyone?”
Camila shook her head. “No. But I think it helped Dinah and Normani get closer, if you know what I mean.”
Lauren let out a small laugh. “I think I’m gonna hang it up.”
Camila eyes widened. “What?”
“I wasn’t in the right mindset when I put on the mask. And I don’t want to be that persona anymore.”
“Lauren, you made a mistake-“
“A mistake would be an accident. I hurt all of you because I could. I hurt you without feeling remorse. I hurt you and I liked it. You were my friend and I threw that to your face.”
“I forgive you,” Camila repeated, taking Lauren hand.
“You shouldn’t. I don’t. I don’t know who I am without the anger or the hate. I have to learn who that Lauren is before I can be someone else. And I don’t know if I want to be anyone else.”
Camila nodded her head, “I can understand that.”
“Have you guys found a replacement yet?”
“We’ve opened it up to other sidekicks. We’ve gotten a few replies. Black Canary and the Green Arrow's kids want to join. Hawkgirl’s kid, a new young Lantern, and I think the Martian Manhunter found another kid.”
“One of the Queens has no powers,” Lauren told Camila, shrugging. “It’s good to have someone grounded.”
“I wish things were different,” Camila whispered, looking at Lauren’s hands.
“Me too. I wish wasn’t filled with so much anger. Things would have been different.”
“I really will miss seeing you on the team.”
Lauren gave her a smile. “You can always visit me. I do want to be your friend.”
Camila stood up. She smiled at the other girl. “I’ll come to visit every week.”
A small smile appeared on Lauren’s face. She gave a nod. “Do you have to go now? Alfred started dinner and I know you like his cooking.
Camila groaned. “I’ll be back. We are having an important meeting on who will lead.”
Lauren nodded. She walked Camila out of the house. She smiled at the Kryptonian. “So I’ll see you around?”
Camila nodded. “Of course. I’ll take any chance to meet this new Lauren.”
“I’m glad you aren’t giving up on me,” Lauren whispered, giving her a shy smile.
“Until next time Camz?”
Camila gave her a smile. “I’ll visit.” She leaned in and kissed the edge of Lauren’s lip. “See ya Lo,” she whispered and turned. She didn’t see the smile on the former sidekick’s face.
“How is she?” Ally asked when Camila appeared on the base.
“Better. She’s getting help,” Camila replied, moving to the training room.
“She better not be hoping for her spot back,” Dinah muttered, a glare on her face. Normani places her hand on her back, getting her to relax.
“No. She’s done with the hero thing. As of now, there is no Batgirl.”
“Oh,” the three girls said at the same time.
“Alright, let’s choose our new leader,” Camila said, moving to stand in front of the new team. She looked at the siblings, one was twirling an arrow and the other was messing with their jacket. She turned to the Hawk to see them throwing their maze from one hand to another. The young lantern was messing with their ring and the Martian was paying attention.
She smiled, knowing whoever lead was going to have an amazing team.
Post Credit Scene
Lauren closed her eyes. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. She felt restless. She opened her eyes, looking around the yard.
She suddenly felt a prick on her neck. She reached for the spot and felt a dart. She stumbled, her vision blurring. Her mind seemed to slow down.
She could heard footsteps in the distance. Lauren turned, but the blur made her dizzy. She fell to her knees, trying to shake the daze.
A pair of feet stopped in front of her. Lauren squinted as she looked up.
She could see a figure of a male standing over her. His hands in his pockets.
“I have plans for you,” he said, her voice familiar.
Before Lauren could retort, something was put over her head. She struggled against her captors, but her sense had been dulled. She felt a pinch on her arm.
It didn’t take long for Lauren to lose consciousness.