**NOTE THAT Bruce Wayne has gone to the raid as Bruce Wayne- so he'd be able to embrace his wife sooner ( because if Batman was kissing Isla wayne that'd really blow his cover) - and the Justice league are gonna make up some excuse to let him be there. All the Batboys have gone as their vigilante alter ego- they can quickly change in their van.**

After ten minutes of conferring with the Justice League, the Batfamily decided to split up. Bruce and Kent,  Barbara and Flash were going to bust into the Old West Winery, while the Batboys were with Arthur and Diana and Cyborg.  Three police squads were with each team for backup, and Young Justice was a phone call away.

But Bruce had one issue. 

Alfred.

He refused to stay in the house alone. He insisted on coming, saying that he'd stay 'out of the way' and 'not bother anyone'. He was refusing  orders- that man!

"I just want to see Miss Wayne." and with his puppy-dog eyes (who knew that man could put on the biggest puppy-dog eyes ever?), Bruce had to agree. 

"Alright, Alfred, but you gotta wear this. And this. And this." Bruce handed him a bulletproof vest, a bike helmet, and a pair of chainmail gloves. Alfred just gave him a questioning look, but agreed. A lot of blood was going to be spilled, and he didn't want Alfred's blood to be a part of that.

 But the bike helmet was kinda overkill.

Dick, Tim, Jason and Damian were at Yao's Winery, just twelve miles east of the Old West Winery- so it'd take them at least seven minutes to get to the other place if Isla Wayne was not where they were.   "Two minutes out." Dick said into the comms. Everyone was wired up to everyone else's comms, so if anything happened, everybody would know. 

"We're 30 seconds out." Bruce replied as his team pulled up in a van to the forest next to the warehouse. "Entering Gotham woods from northeast- right, now." 

The van's door quietly slid open, and they hopped out, their combat boots crunching against the foliage of the forest. Bruce lent out a hand to help Alfred down, but Alfred waved it away and expertly jumped out of the van, a gun in his hands.

"WHOA, whoa, whoa! Who gave you that?!" Bruce said with a start, pointing at the rifle in Alfred's hands.

"I did." Flash smiled, holding up another gun. "It's an AK47. I got it from Barbara."

"I don't keep count of my guns- don't blame me!" she quickly said into the comms.

"Give him something else. Please."

Flash leaned over into the back compartment and pulled out a huge bazooka.

"What the- NO!" Bruce said as Alfred cheerily made his way to the bazooka. 

"Master Bruce, I know very well how to operate a bazooka. I was in the military, and some things just stick. I will be fine."

"Not a bazooka- go back to the rifle."

"Fine by me." He said, slinging the gun over his shoulder. "Has Beta team arrived yet?"

"Beta team in position." said Dick through the comms again. "Are you guys good?"

"Almost there." Bruce said as his team started stealthily making their way through the forest towards the old winery. Soon, the abandoned building was in their sights, and with a wave of someone's hands, they split up and got into position around the winery's perimeter. 

"In position now." Superman said. 

"Yo, Supes- can you hear anything with your super hearing?" Cyborg muttered. "At this winery we are getting a few significant heat signatures. Update us on yours."

"I hear a lot of quick breathing. A few crying- there are people in here. They're at this position. Around 27 guards- heavily armed."

"Impossible! There's heat signatures here- there are people here too! Oh- Cyborgs got something- guards and oh, their boss! They split up teams between the two wineries so one could escape if the other got caught!" Diana said. So Beta team had the boss and his cronies in Yao's Winery. So that meant that-

Bruce took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He blinked away a tear, before taking another shaky breath. 

His Isla was in this winery, along with others. 

He stared at the night sky, at the speckled vault of midnight. He was going to bring her home tonight. He was going to hold her close under these stars. He was finally going to have her slim form pressed against his, her warmth radiating into him- he was going to have her home.

And that scared him.

What if she wasn't ready to be with him? What if she hated him because of how long it took him to find her? What if they brainwashed her, and she was a completely different person?

"Bruce?" Diana said over the comms, sensing his unease. "No matter what she's going to be like- she's still your wife. And for that reason- you are to stay put. You will not raid along with the others. Do you understand why?"

Because right now, he was Bruce Wayne.

"Yes." he silently agreed, slinking down onto a nearby boulder that overlooked the winery. "But I have a few conditions-  Alfred stays with me, I am still wired in the comms, and I keep lookout. Meaning I don't lose my gun." He replied.

The silence that ensued was enough for Bruce, and soon Alfred popped up beside him.

"Get ready to raid on three." Arthur said.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE! GO GO!" 

Bruce's team immediately closed in onto the warehouse, firing at the guards  as they kicked down the door. Through the comms, he heard the gunshots, yelling and explosions from the other team nearly deafened him, but he refused to pull the plug.

"ON YOUR SIX!" someone shouted. More gunshots were heard.

"Boys, are you doing alright?" Bruce said to the Robins, worrying over them and the fact that part of the winery they were raiding just went up in flames. 

"Red Robin, do a headcount." Jason said, before firing his guns a few more times. "I swear the guards multiplied exponentially once we got in here." he muttered to himself.

" Got Nightwing on my five. Where's Robin?"

"GAHHHH DIE, YOU MURDERERS! SUFFER MY WRATH!" Damian screamed as he sliced people open, attacking the guards in his winery. 

"Found 'im. Sounds like he's doing fine."

"NO KILLING." Bruce warned them through the comms, eyes watching the chaos that started to unfold in front of him. The police force went in as backup as the fight started getting more and more intense.

Suddenly, two bright red flares went up into the sky, and everyone went ballistic in the comms. 

"THEY JUST LAUNCHED FLARES!"

Just as the flares reached their maxima, flames from the gunfire ignited a part of the busted gas pipe.

BOOM. 

The east wing of the winery exploded in a huge fireball.

Bruce couldn't take it anymore. He could lose Isla again.

So he raced into the rest of the warehouse, screaming her name. 

"ISLA!"

"Master Bruce!" Alfred called, chasing after him. 

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Isla ducked as debris from the explosion rained down on them, shielding her two kids with her body.  Her fingers deftly worked at the lock, picking it open with a shard of wooden pole. She'd already disabled the wire system that electronically locked the cell door, but there was still the manual lock to go. With a few more twists, Isla heard a very promising sound.

Click.

She slid the door open, ushering out her two youngest, checking the area for any imminent dangers, before hurrying over to the small electrical box that locked every other prisoners' door. They'd put the extra manual lock only on her cell, so all she had to do was to punch in the code Rodriguez gave her before he passed out.

"Elsy, Elara, in front of me, now, so you won't get hurt." 

The twins obliged, fear painting their faces. "Awe we gonna see Gotham? And Papa? And our bwuthers?" asked Elara, one hand clasping her sisters.

"If all of this works out and we can get out of here, yes darling." Isla started working at the protective plexiglass shield that encased the keypad. 

"Papa and Dickie, Jason, Timmy and Danien." Elsy listed.

"Damian." Isla corrected without looking over, prying the shield off of the keypad, before reaching in her pocket for the code.

"And Alfwed." Elara added, counting off on her fingers. "That makes 6."

-I'm sorry.

Maybe this code will partially make up for what I did to you.

514233250.

It disables the system.

-Good luck finding your way home , my bonita.

Isla read the note again, before punching in the numbers. A beep and a green light later, the doors to the other prisoner's cells slid open. Slowly, they came out, eyes wide.

"Alright!" Isla called over the two dozen people. A few were teens, three were kids and the rest were young adults. 

"We're free!" Someone cheered. 

"Not yet, you're not." someone else shut them up.

Isla scanned the room again, before hearing a very familiar voice in her head.

Get them out through the ventilation system. 

Nyx! You came back! 

Course I did. You're my mortal. 

Who knew you could be so sentimental?

Shut up already. I cleared the vents  and made a direct path- they'll take you to the side of the building. There's an opening large enough to fit a person over there, on your right. Get that grate open, and get them out of there.

Isla called over the others. "Guys! Through the vents, now! Over there!" She pointed them in the direction of the grate, and soon the grill was ripped off the vent, and the first three people had gone in.  

"Lady, aren't you coming?" Asked the final prisoner, looking over at her. She found herself shaking her head.

"Why?"

"I'm a target. Best if I leave you guys be." She replied, grabbing the grill.

"What about your little ones? I'll take them." He asked, glancing at the twins.

They'll be safer with you, Isla. Trust me. 

"I'll take care of them."

"Do a bird call once it's safe." The boy said, before demonstrating. Isla nodded, and he crawled up the vent.

Gunshots rang out once more, and Isla tried to ignore the sultry stench of burning wood. She slammed the grill onto the grate, before grabbing her twins and making a run for it towards a window down the hall. Red lasers suddenly set the window frame on fire, and Isla stopped, looking around frantically for an exit. 

Suddenly, she spotted a trapdoor expertly hidden in plain sight just three feet away from her. 

"Elsy, Elara,get that open." she sent them off to do so as she grabbed a broken plank with a jagged edge along with a  sliver of stone.

With a grunt, the twins managed to get the trapdoor open, just as a guard came into view down the hall. 

With a yell, Isla grabbed her twins and swiftly jumped into the room below the trapdoor, just before the man started firing. She shut the trapdoor and struck the stone against the stone floor. She lit the plank, before tearing a bit off her shirt and wrapping it around the top, making a torch. 

Immediately, the tunnel was lit with a golden color.

A tunnel. 

"Go!" Isla said to the twins, and soon all three of them were racing down the damp depths, trying to ignore the rumbling and chaos that ensued above them. 

Get out of there now. Nyx spoke into Isla's mind again.

Wha- why? 

Take a left, then climb up those old wine barrels. There's another trapdoor there. Exit from that. Then run.

Isla did as told, wriggling the lock on the worn trapdoor, before kicking it in. She poked her head out, looking for nearby dangers. All there was were limp bodies and small, flickering flames.

She helped up the twins, before crawling out herself.

"Mama?" Elsy said, pulling on her mom's arm. "Somebody's cawling your name."

What?  she thought, looking around frantically. She held her girls close, before ushering them into a small closet near to where she was standing. The two girls fit in almost perfectly- they just needed to duck their heads to fit.  She left the door open a crack, before whipping around, listening intently.

If the Man in the Hood was going after her, she was ready to lead them away from her girls. So, she listened hard for approaching footsteps, breathing, anything.

Through the haze of gunfire and shouts, she heard a voice she never forgot. 

"Isla! Isla, where are you?!" A frantic, panicked voice rang out through the winery.

Another voice yelled. "MASTER BRUCE! Be careful!"

She felt her heart swell, and her bottom lip started to wobble. She bit it, trying to keep herself together.

Bruce and Alfred.

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Bruce pawed through the rubble, tears pricking at his eyes. He was not going to lose her again. He couldn't. 

"Isla?!" He choked out, looking around. The police and Alpha team had finally apprehended the guards and criminals, so all there was left to do was to find the prisoners.

Alfred stayed behind him, trying to get him to go back, but soon, he gave up and looked for her as well. 

"Isla! Isla, where are you?!" Bruce shouted again, panic laced in his voice. If she wasn't responding, did that mean that she couldn't hear him because she was under the rubble? Was she knocked out? Being tortured in another facility?

He had gotten used to  his cries being met by silence. So when he heard someone call back, he was shocked.

"Bruce!" 

He whipped around, looking for the source. "Alfred, was that you?"

"No, sir. Try calling again."

"ISLA!"

A short silence was followed by a clearer response. "Bruce! Over here!"

Bruce dashed towards the sound of the voice, Alfred close behind, hoping  that it really was his Isla. His heart started racing even faster, his breath coming more and more shallow.

He was going to find her, he was going to see her. The love of his life. 

He turned a corner and suddenly stopped.

A woman was standing in the rubble, dark hair a mess around her dirt-smeared face. She wore a torn grey shirt that revealed the scars on her stomach, and a pair of black pants that were ripped at the knee and bleeding. 

Bruce stepped forward, eyes wide as he took in every inch, every scar, every bruise. He looked into her hazel eyes and immediately familiarity poured in.

The love of his life, once thought dead, was now standing in front of him.

"Isla." He murmured, tears welling up in his eyes. "Isla." he whispered.

Her bottom lip was trembling as she looked at him for three seconds, before racing towards him. Bruce found himself doing the same, tears trailing down his cheeks.

She threw her arms around his neck and broke down into sobs. Bruce held her tightly, forgetting everything else in the world, forgetting every sound other than her heartbeat. He cupped her cheek as she pulled away and placed her hands on his face.

"Did you miss me?" She managed out, wiping away tears. "Because I sure as hell missed you." she chuckled, smiling up at him. She was so frail in his arms, shaking slightly, and Bruce noticed. He sniffled, before kissing her roughly.

"I'm sorry." she murmured, melting in his arms, before grabbing his hand and hugging him again.  She looked up at him, wiping away his tears while her eyes still sparkled with them. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"For what? You're going home now." Bruce gruffly said, pulling her to him again. " I'm bringing you home. That's all that matters."

"Master Bruce, could I get a turn?" Alfred's voice piped up, and Isla laughed, before  moving to hug  the butler tightly. 

"Alf, I missed you too." 

"I had trouble living without you, Miss Wayne. You meant a lot to me." he replied as he pulled away after a long while. He was crying, and Isla wiped his tears away with a soft smile.

"Aw." Isla smiled, kissing him on the cheek, before hugging him again. "Don't cry, Alfred, I'm here now."

"Indeed you a-are."

Suddenly, a battle cry was heard, and Isla pulled away in surprise to see Bruce being attacked by the twins.

"UNHAND OUR MAMA!" Elsy yelled, hitting his leg with a wooden plank.

"LEAVE HER AWONE!" screamed Elara, racing towards Alfred with a shard of glass.

Alfred blinked in surprise, before Isla sighed.

"Girls, girls, hey! I'm fine." She scooped them both up. "Drop the weapons. Now."

They did so, looking suspiciously at the two men. "Mama, who awe they?"

Isla brought them close and whispered to them, crouching down so they'd be eye level.

Bruce rubbed his leg where the youngster hit him repeatedly, before looking up to see his assailants suddenly acting shy and hiding behind Isla's legs.

Isla stood up, searching Bruce's face for any emotion. All she found was shock.

"They're yours, Bruce. They're yours." She murmured to him, a half smile on her face, before ushering them forward.

Bruce's shock slowly evaporated, and he gave Isla a soft smile before taking a closer look at the twins. They were both around the same height, both girls, one with his blue eyes and one with Isla's hazel eyes. Bruce kneeled, so he'd be eye-level to them, before giving them a small smile.

"Hey there." He said, expecting more reluctance from the girls. He expected that he'd need to win their trust, their love. A little part of him kept telling him there was a possibility his kids would hate him. 

His daughters might hate him. 

 But they both launched themselves onto him, shouting all at once.

"Papa!" 

"He's so big!"

"His arms are hawd!"

"WHOA! His face is pwickly!"

"He's so tall!"

"He feels stwong!"

Bruce hugged them as their small hands poked at his face and his arms, laughing. "Oh, you two seem just as naughty as your mama." 

"Mama says we're even naughtier!" 

Isla just smiled at the scene,  the twins fawning over their father(when it should've been the other way around) and talking over each other. 

"Girls." Isla said with a commanding tone. "Off of your father, now. Introduce yourselves."

They obliged, small faces lit up with joy. 

"I'm Elysia, but Mama always calls me Elsy."

"I'm Elara. Just Elara"  

They both held out their small hands, a huge smile on their faces. "Mama said you were a pwince to her!"

"That you were kind!"

"And cwool!"

"WAIT." Elara said, just before they'd start rambling again. "If that's Papa, then is that... Alfwed?"

Alfred finally got over his surprise, and  smiled at the two girls, his heart warming in an instant. "Yes, it's me. Alfred at your service. You two seem like delightful little girls."

"WHOA. THEY'RE REAL!" Squealed Elsy, before both of them launched themselves onto Alfred, who wobbled under both of their bodies. 

Isla took that chance and went over to Bruce. "They're real sweethearts, aren't they?"

"I love them already." Bruce smiled down at her, kissing her once again. Then he went to check on the others in the comms.

"Are you guys here yet?" Bruce said. "Boys?"

"We're basically outside!" Shouted Tim. "We changed in the van. Did you find her?"

"Sure did. She can't wait to see you guys."

Bruce heard them cheering over the comms. He turned to Isla, who was looking up. The vents above seemed to rattle, and the ceiling was low. 

She let out a bird call, high and shrill and yelled up to the vents. "All clear guys! I know you're up there!"

To Bruce's surprise, the vents popped open and down jumped at least two dozen people. Isla pointed them in the direction of the gates, before making her way to Alfred, who had Elsy on his shoulders and Elara in his arms. 

"Come on, let's go see the boys." Bruce said, and they walked towards the exit.

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Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake and Damian Wayne were all standing at the police line, the cops unwilling to let them in. They were huddled near each other, the nighttime chill getting to them, their eyes searching the ruined winery for any sign of their mother.

The other prisoners came out with Supes and Flash and Barbara, an assortment of young kids, teens and adults, and they went over to the paramedics. Immediately, they started craning their necks, looking for their mother, father and Alfred.

Bruce came out after a while, closely followed by Alfred- who was holding two young girls, and then, they caught sight of her.

"MA!"

"MOM!"

"'UMMI!"

"MAMA!" 

The boys dashed under the police line and raced to their mother, launching themselves onto her. She nearly fell over from impact, but regained her footing immediately.

"Oh my- " she broke into sobs once again, holding her boys close. They were crying as well, each one of them trying to hug her even tighter.

They broke off, and Isla fawned over them one by one.

"You all have gotten so, so big!" She said through tears, holding them close. 

She had to look up at Dick, who was red-eyed and now basically an adult. Jason looked so mature, and Timmy, her Timmy, wasn't so short anymore. 

She sniffled as she realized one thing.

She missed seeing her kids grow up.

She hugged them all again, kissing each and every one of them on the forehead, smiling for their sakes. 

She looked down at Damian, who was now up to her chest, and tears fell out again. "Come here, mi corazon." 

The young boy threw himself into his 'Ummi's arms, and that was the first time he sobbed in front of his family.  She held him close, stroking his hair. When he was done, Alfred stepped forward and set down the two girls.

The four brothers looked once at their mother, and then at the two twins, who were extremely shy and staring up at them with huge eyes.

"Boys, meet your two sisters. Elsy, and Elara." she gestured towards them, and they came forward.

Dick knelt down to their height, a smile on his face.

"Don't worry. I'm Dick. That over there is Jason, that's Timmy, and that's Damian."

Isla wiped her face again, and looked over at the twins. They had suspiciously stayed silent for more than three seconds.

"Are you scared? I'm scared too. We're your brothers, though. Want to meet us?" Dick said, trying to coax the twins out of their shell.

He must've coaxed too hard, because instantly, they went off, launching themselves at the boys. Isla just chuckled and went to get checked up by the paramedics.

"WHOA! You're so tall!"

"You must be Dickie!"

"Mama says you're smarter that Papa." 

"What's wong with your hair?"

"HOLY COW! You look so cool! My bwuthers all look so cool!"

"WHA- How awe you so big!"

"You feel so stwong!"

"Why your awms so hard?"

Their words tumbled over one another as they went from brother to brother, poking at each one.

Damian, Dick, Tim and Jason were bombarded with questions and hugs. Damian was a little reluctant, but the twins' cuteness got to him for the time being.

He had sisters. And he was going to protect them with his soul.

"Up! Up!" Elsy said, and Timmy picked her up. Dick scooped up Elara who was still poking at his arms in awe. 

"Wen Mama told us about you, we thought she was telling a stowy." Elara said. "I like stowies. But I like knowing I not alone. So I'm happy Mama was not telling a stowy." She yawned sleepily.

Jason pinched Elara's cheeks as Isla returned with a bandage around her hand.  

"How're they so pure and trusting?" Jason asked her. She just shrugged.

Bruce replied quickly. "They nearly beat me up when they thought I was hurting their mother." he chuckled. "Very fiesty."

"Let's  just go home." Isla yawned.

Alfred smiled, leading them to the van. Bruce kissed Isla once again, gripping her hand, unable to fully believe that she was there. 

That she still loved him.

He just sighed as he drew her close, biting away the wobble in his bottom lip. 

She was going home at last.