Part 2: The Family They Never Were
A/N: AHHH thank you all for loving part 1!!! As promised, here’s part 2 where the Bat Family tries to get reader back but she’s THRIVING with Theo and her magical family isn’t about to let the Waynes ruin everything!!! Enjoyyy!!!
Six months had passed since you left Gotham behind. Six GLORIOUS months.
The Italian villa you and Theodore had purchased was nestled in the wizarding community of Verona - a stunning stone structure with creeping vines and a view that made your heart skip every morning. Magical fountains dotted the garden, and the library rivaled Hogwarts’ in beauty if not in size.
“Mrs. Nott?” Theodore’s voice called from the terrace. You still weren’t used to your new name, but it sent shivers down your spine every time you heard it.
Your wedding had been intimate but magical - literally. Held in the gardens of Hogwarts (McGonagall had insisted), with Professor Snape walking you down the aisle, looking profoundly uncomfortable in formal robes but utterly determined to fulfill his role. The Riddle brothers had threatened Theodore with creative hexes if he ever hurt you, while Blaise served as best man, his usual smirk replaced with genuine happiness.
You hadn’t invited the Waynes. They hadn’t noticed your absence anyway.
“There’s mail,” Theodore said, handing you your morning coffee and a small stack of envelopes. “Including one with a Gotham postmark.”
Your heart stuttered as you recognized Bruce Wayne’s handwriting. Seven years of barely a word, and NOW he wanted to communicate?
We need to speak. The family is not whole without you. We’re coming to Italy next week. Alfred has tracked your address.
You handed it wordlessly to Theodore, who read it and immediately summoned parchment. “I’m contacting everyone,” he said firmly.
By “everyone,” he meant YOUR family - your REAL family.
Draco’s response came first: Already booking a portkey. No one upsets our Hufflepuff.
Then Snape’s terse note: I will arrive Tuesday. Bringing potions that leave no trace.
McGonagall was more diplomatic but no less determined: I believe it’s time for a family meeting. Your REAL family.
The Riddle brothers sent simply: We’re already in Naples. Be there tomorrow.
And so it happened that when the sleek Wayne Enterprises jet landed in Verona a week later, your home was already filled with your chosen family.
The doorbell rang precisely at 2 PM.
“I’ll get it,” Draco drawled, straightening his impeccable suit.
You heard muffled voices, then Draco’s coolly amused tone: “Ah, the famous Waynes. How… ordinary.”
They filed into your grand living room - Bruce leading with his imposing presence, followed by Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Alfred, and of course, Lila - who was openly gawking at the magical photographs moving on your walls and the enchanted ceiling that mirrored the sky outside.
What struck you most was how SMALL they seemed now. Not physically - Bruce was still a towering figure - but their presence felt diminished in your new world.
“[Y/N],” Bruce began, then stopped abruptly as he took in the room full of people. Professor Snape stood by the fireplace, his dark eyes cold. McGonagall sat regally in an armchair. The Riddle brothers lounged against a bookshelf, twirling their wands. Blaise, Pansy, and Astoria formed a protective semicircle around your chair. And Theodore stood directly behind you, hands resting possessively on your shoulders.
“What is this?” Bruce demanded. “We came for a family meeting.”
“This IS my family meeting,” you replied calmly. “Every person who truly cares about me is in this room.”
Lila snorted. “Oh please. These… freaks aren’t your family. WE are.”
Tom Riddle’s wand hand twitched dangerously, but Mattheo placed a restraining hand on his brother’s arm. “Careful,” he murmured. “We promised [Y/N] no unforgivables.”
“You abandoned [Y/N] for seven years,” Theodore said, his voice deceptively soft. “And now you appear demanding her attention?”
“We made mistakes,” Dick admitted, looking genuinely pained. “We didn’t realize-”
“Didn’t realize WHAT?” Pansy interrupted sharply. “That [Y/N] was worth your time? That your own DAUGHTER deserved basic affection?”
Bruce squared his shoulders. “We’ve come to bring you home, [Y/N].”
The room temperature seemed to drop several degrees as everyone stared at Bruce Wayne in disbelief.
“Home?” you repeated, rising slowly from your chair. “HOME? I AM home, Bruce. For the first time in my life, I am surrounded by people who see me. Who CHOSE me.”
“You’re a Wayne,” he insisted. “You belong in Gotham. With your real family.”
Professor McGonagall made a small noise of disgust. “Mr. Wayne, I have watched this young woman grow from a scared, neglected child into a powerful witch. I have dried her tears when your letters never came. I attended parent conferences YOU should have been at.”
“And I,” Professor Snape stepped forward, his black robes billowing, “supervised her advanced potions work while you were busy with your… other daughter. [Y/N] is the most gifted potioneer of her generation.”
“You… you don’t understand,” Bruce tried again.
“No, YOU don’t understand,” you said firmly. “I gave you eighteen years to be my father. You failed. These people picked up the pieces.”
Lila suddenly burst forward. “This isn’t FAIR! You get magic, a hot husband, a villa in Italy, and now you’re trying to steal Dad’s attention too?”
The absurdity of her statement made Blaise laugh out loud. “Merlin’s beard, she really is that delusional.”
“This conversation is over,” Theodore stated, his arm now around your waist. “Mrs. Nott has made her position clear.”
“Mrs… you’re MARRIED?” Tim gaped, speaking for the first time.
You held up your left hand, where a stunning emerald ring sat alongside your wedding band. “For three months now.”
“You didn’t even TELL us!” Bruce roared.
“Why would she?” Tom Riddle asked mildly. “You didn’t tell her when you adopted a new child every other year.”
“Look,” you sighed, suddenly tired of this whole charade. “I don’t hate you. Any of you. I just… don’t need you anymore. I have a husband who loves me, friends who would die for me, mentors who guide me. What could you possibly offer that I don’t already have?”
The silence that followed was deafening.
“Come on, Bruce,” Jason finally said, placing a hand on his adoptive father’s shoulder. “We lost this one. Years ago.”
Alfred stepped forward then, his elderly face lined with regret. “Miss [Y/N]… Mrs. Nott. For what it’s worth, I am truly sorry. I should have done more.”
“You were the only one who tried, Alfred,” you said softly. “Thank you for that.”
“This isn’t over,” Bruce stated, his Batman voice creeping in.
Draco laughed coldly. “Yes, it is. The wards around this property are now programmed to your magical signatures. You won’t be able to return without an invitation.”
“You can’t just-” Lila began shrilly.
“Actually, they can,” Astoria cut in sweetly. “Magic is wonderful that way.”
As the Waynes were ushered out, you felt Theodore’s arms encircle you from behind. “Are you alright, love?” he murmured against your hair.
“Better than alright,” you answered truthfully. “I feel… free.”
Later that evening, with your chosen family gathered around your dinner table, glasses raised in a toast, Professor Snape offered rare words of approval:
“To [Y/N] Nott. Who proved that family is not determined by blood, but by who stays when the darkness comes.”
And as Theodore squeezed your hand under the table, you knew with absolute certainty that you had made the right choice. The Bat Family might save Gotham every night, but they had failed to save you.
Fortunately, you had saved yourself.
A/N: AHHHHH that was so satisfying to write!!! I hope you all loved it!!! The idea of the Waynes showing up all entitled only to find reader’s REAL family already there to protect her just made me soooo happy!!! Let me know if you want more stories in this universe!!! Theo and [Y/N] in Italy living their best magical life while the Bat Fam realizes what they lost FOREVERRR!!! Enjoyyy!!!
