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onmyyan · 3 months ago

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hi again i'm the Anon who asked if you take commisions only or requests as well. I love your writing style<3

Soo could you write about Batmom reader, where reader took care of bruce's children as her own. But then bruce gets a mistress, reader still stays becuz of the kids but when everyone started to become cold to her and insult her ' X (mistress) is better mom then you ever were' she leaves gonthem. Then everyone realises she (mistress) was just after their money. They go to batmom's room to apologize only to find it empty. They try to find her everywhere but couldn't. And finally when they do, reader rejects them since she was having the time of her life without responsibilty but gets kiddnapped by the batfam?

Honestly i wanted to commision but i'm flat broke and i'm too busy studying to work and on top of that i don't have my own phone (i use my dad's old laptop) soo yeah... I hope you consider this.

A/N: Loooove this request thank you for sending it in <3 fem reader yandere themes lmk if you want a part two

The (L/n)'s were a wealthy and prominent family in Gotham, right up there with the Wayne's when it came to power over the city, the two families were in business together which is why when Bruce Wayne personal attorney came to you with a marriage proposal, you weren't surprised.

A marriage of convenience. You thought you knew what this would entitle, you knew this wasn't out of love, that this was required of you, it had nothing to do with what you actually wanted, but you were dutiful and signed, inking your name on the paper felt like a deal with the devil.

Bruce hadn't bothered to officially meet you until the day of the wedding, it was beautiful and well done but lacking any form of love of affection, CEOs and other rich folk you didn't recognize filled the pews, the ring felt cold when he slipped it on, his vows perfectly rehearsed, and not an ounce of warmth in his eyes, you knew that night you should have annulled the marriage, but something made you hold on, something your mother had said to you as the makeup artist turned you into the visage of a bride.

"You'll learn to love each other, your father and I did after all." And she wasn't lying, your parents married for convenience as well but had grown to love one another, so maybe you could do the same?

A year after the nuptials Dick Grayson is thrust into your life. Haley's circus was famous in Gotham for its incredible death defying shows, but on this night death would walk the stage, taking with them Dick Grayson's parents in a horrible display, You and Bruce had consoled the boy for only a moment before Bruce was talking to the officers, he'd decided Dick was coming home with you, of course without asking your opinion, but it didn't matter, you felt such pity and grief for the boy, it made perfect sense to you, he was shut down for the first few months, he called you by your name and you had no problem with it, making it clear you never wanted to try and replace his mother, the ice between you two melted one day, one kind word at a time, he couldn't help but confide in you about school or his friends, because you were more emotionally there than Bruce was.

Like the night you caught him sneaking out, a packed bag in hand and the keys to one of Bruce's many cars in his hand. Instead of yelling for Bruce or Alfred you simply smiled at him, "you should take the audi, it's the safest car here."

"..You're not going to try and stop me?"

You shake your head no, still offering that kind smile.

"You know yourself best Dick, if you're unhappy here I won't stop you from finding your peace." He took a moment before tossing you the keys and reluctantly making his way back inside.

You find out about Batman because of Dick. He'd come home with some nasty bruises and it wouldn't take long to put two and two together. Them both being missing at the same time, Dick started to pull away from you, one night, after hours of trying to get to sleep in a bed much to big for one body, your legs decided a walk was necessary, the halls were dark and quiet, giving the manor an eerie air, quietly you walked the long hallways intending on stopping by the library, as you turned the corner you seen Dick in a hidden elevator, the doors just slamming shut as your eyes tried to register what was there. Seconds after the doors close a wall appears, as if nothing was ever there. It's not long after that you see a brief news clip of the caped crusader and his new sidekick, because the longer you stared at the screen, the more familiar they began to look, that dead tight lipped scowl on Batman's face, it was one you'd had the pleasure of looking at for the past few years.

That night you confronted Bruce, he seemed surprised you'd figured it out, but he didn't deny it. Simply saying, "It's late (Y/n), get some sleep."

You nearly divorced him then and there for endangering a child the way he was, but after a moment of thought, you realized Dick would need a real parent around so you stayed, making Bruce swear to be careful.

Jason comes next and he takes to you a lot faster than Dick. He craved the warmth you offered, you two had inside jokes and a closer relationship than him and Bruce, but that all changes the day he dies. You're broken, a ghost haunting the manor with your presence, and Bruce is no comfort throwing himself into the Batman role, you begin to hate him a little with this particular betrayal.

Tim was another hard egg to crack but you were desperate after Jason's death, so you took his verbal lashings with a smile, were always there to offer a helping hand with any of his projects despite the help never being accepted. Tims wound from losing his father is too raw, he takes a lot of his anger out on you. And you weathered the storm with a soft, warm smile.

Damian hated you, from the moment he arrives, which is bitter enough as is because it meant Bruce was unfaithful, he's spitting out insults and comparing you to his 'perfect' mother.

Things weren't great in your life, but one day they started getting noticably worse. Dick no longer responded to your check in texts, Jason (now reanimated which was a heart attack in and of itself) saw you as the enemy, you didn't leave Bruce after what happened to him, so in his eyes you betrayed him, Tim ignored your existence as best as he could, and Damian? He'd started staring at you with this smug look on his face, like he knew something you didn't.

Bruce had all but ran from you, he didn't sleep in your shared room anymore, he barely spoke to you at breakfast, if it wasn't for the cameras he wouldn't touch you.

And it's all because of a woman named Rachel.

Apparently Bruce had introduced this woman to the family, bringing her around when you weren't, slowly replacing you, it was no wonder they started to pull back.

Alfred is the only reason you find out, having enough of the blatant disrespect, he calls you to come home early one day saying it's a dire matter. Of course you comply, and walk in on a discomforting sight. The whole family was gathered at the dining room table, plus a woman you'd never seen before, she sat close to Bruce, toying with his hand intimately. Her green eyes lock with yours and the smile she gives you forms a pit in your stomach.

There's silence before Bruce stands up, he walks over calmly, "Can we take this in the other room." But it wasn't phrased as a question.

"No" you licked your lips, a nervous habit from your youth. Bruce seemed taken back by your sudden backbone. He nods silently.

"I want her gone Bruce. I am your wife. You will show me that semblance of respect."

"I- of course." You don't wait for the words to settle instead, you calmly walk to your room, face unreadable.

Locking the door behind you, your body slides against the frame, a silent sob wracks your frame, your hands covering your mouth, you wouldn't give them the satisfaction of hearing your cries.

The next morning you wake up to breakfast in bed, a generic yet elegant spread of food lay on a tray in the empty spot Bruce used to stay. The man himself sitting in the chair beside the bed, staring at you with that practiced smile he used to appease people.

"Good morning."

"What's this?" You sat up straight, sleep evaporating from your form as you took in the threat before you.

"An apology. I never meant for yesterday to happen."

"What a comfort that is." Your piercing (e/c) eyes stare at him blankly, unreadable. "How long."

"A year." You scoff pushing the breakfast away from you like it was poisonous. "But its not what you think, Rachel is a childhood friend, a year ago our relationship, evolved into what it is now, but I was never intending to go behind your back."

"Ah of course, your intentions were pure." The words dripped venom, grabbing your robe you quickly dress before standing and walking to the door, "Thank you for the wonderful talk Bruce, really your people skills are top notch." Your hands gesture to the door. He leaves without a word.

The rest of the day is as usual, Bruce avoids you like the plague, the rest of the family acted as if you weren't there. Which made leaving all too easy.

Your lawyers had the divorce papers ready and hour after you called them, signing them felt like the first act of self love you'd done in years. Slipping them into Bruce's study you took the time to analyze the room you never entered.

It matched Bruce that's for sure, pictures of every single person in the family. All except for you.

Walking out the door, wrapped in your ankle length black faux fur coat, the garment whipped in the wind, the designer sunglasses on your face hid your eyes from the world, hair in a slicked back bun, your heels echoed against the pavement, a sleek black car was waiting for you, you look back at the house that had caused you so much misery then got in the back of the car, never looking back.

Life goes on for about a week, your absence goes unnoticed, that is before Rachel is trying and failing to blackmail Bruce out of a billion dollars, she'd collected evidence he was cheating on you with her and presented it to Bruce with a grin, it was only as he went through the pictures of himself and Rachel, did he notice the yellow envelope with his name written on the front.

Hey puts the heartbreaking matter of Rachel's betrayal on the back burner, Bruce opened the envelope and felt his heart completely stop at the word divorce written in bold lettering across the top, your signature was already there, waiting for his to join it.

Ignoring Rachel completely now he turns in his chair, turning the paper over and over as if it would magically change. But it remained the same. Alfred knocking on the door of his study broke him from his trance. "Master Wayne, miss Rachel." He says the latter's name with no warmth. "Escort Rachel to her car Alfred."

"Bruce have you heard a word I've said? I'm serious I'll go to Gotham daily right now if you don't -"

"Now Alfred."

That was all it took for the screaming woman to be firmly escorted off the premises. Bruce all but ran to your room, he didn't bother knocking, and despite knowing in his heart you were already gone, he couldn't help but check anyway.

Your room was empty and cold, he couldn't believe the date he'd read on the divorce papers, it was dated a week ago, meaning you'd been gone for a week and he hadn't noticed. No one had.

That is until Bruce remembers there's someone in the house nothing gets by.

"How long have you known she was gone Alfred?" He asks leaning on his knuckles the divorce papers stared back at him taunting him. "Since the moment she left." The older man replied simply his hands behind his back. "Why didn't you tell me immediately?" Bruce felt himself tense, "Because you've hurt that woman enough Bruce. She deserves at least this." He gestures to the daunting divorce paperwork before turning to leave Bruce with his thoughts.

The news of Rachel's betrayal shook the manor each member feeling violated by their trust being broken. But it was nothing compared to their reaction once they finally realized you were gone.

"That was rough." Jason says after watching Rachel being dragged out of the manor, he blew air out of his cheeks arms crossed over his chest, he looked towards the hallway that lead to your room, you had to have heard that he thought to himself.

Dick sighs through his nose, "Someone should check on (y/n), Rachel was screaming so loud she definitely heard that." No one volunteers so Dick rolls his eyes and heads towards your room.

He lifts his hands to knock but noticed the door was open, pushing it further he's met with a baren room, his brow furrowed in confusion before he makes his way to Bruce's study. "Hey B, have you seen (y/n)? Her room is like weirdly empty."

Dick found his Father where Alfred left him, leaning over the divorce papers silently a storm in his eyes.

As he steps closer and reads the paperwork Bruce was staring so intently at, his heart stopped.

"Holy shit- are those real?"

"Yes." Bruce finally spoke his voice horse. There was a moment of silence before Dick left the room practically running down the stairs to alert the others.

"(Y/n) left Bruce." He said still processing the information, "No fuckin' way." Jason says pushing himself off the counter he leaned on. "Her room is empty and he has the papers, she's gone."

Each member of the family had different reactions to this information.

Dick tries calling you only to be met with a disconnected number, his heart hammering in his chest, he wasn't as close to you as when he was younger sure, but you were a constant in his life, always had been, a pillar of support, and suddenly you weren't. It felt like the floor had gotten pulled out from under him.

Jason curses under his breath, his mind working a mile a minute, he had barely spoken to you since his Resurrection, something he deeply regretted as the information of your leaving sinks in like a brick thrown into a river.

Tim, ever calculating is trying to figure out where you went, you were a figurehead in his life, someone that was literally never not there, sure he wasn't close to you in the slightest but that doesn't mean he wants anything to happen to you, someone as quiet and soft as you on your own in Gotham? It didn't sit well with him. Not one bit.

Damian didn't know what he was feeling at the news, he supposed he should feel nothing, after all you were nothing to him, but there was this nagging feeling in his chest that he couldn't quite place. And he hated it. How dare you leave and upset his fragile ecosystem?

Meanwhile in the Bahamas, far from Gotham and the neglectful family you'd left behind, you sat lounging on a private beach, a knitted hammock cradles your body, a designer baby pink bikini covers you, a matching sunhat protects your face from the hot sun, you can't wipe the smile from your face, humming a tune from your childhood you barely flinch when someone takes the seat besides your hammock.

"Do I want to know how you found me?" You ask, eyes still closed as you bask in the warmth. You knew only one person had the sources to find you on your own island, and despite how much you resent the man, even his presence can't ruin your shine in this moment.

"You're my wife (Y/n), I'll always know where you are." Bruce speaks softly as if trying not to startle you. "Former wife." You correct cracking an eye open, a small smirk curling on your lips.

"Not until I sign those papers- which I never will."

"huh, I thought you'd be thrilled." You muse to yourself before folding your tanning mirror and setting it aside, you take off your Louis Vuitton sunglasses, blinking your pretty (e/c) eyes up at him, "Figured you and your little Twinkie would have tied the knot by now." You laugh softly, the sound, unfamiliar to Bruce, sent warm shivers down his spine, it causes his lips to quirk up in a small grin.

"She's gone."

"Well, I don't care."

There's a beat of silence before he's offering you his hand. "Will you walk with me? I know I don't deserve it."

You sigh before getting up, ignoring his hand, you nod your head reluctantly, "Well? Hurry up I've got dinner at six."

His smile remains as he begins leading you along the shoreline. It's relatively quiet between you two as you walk side by side, a peace between you both you hadn't ever felt. "The manor isn't the same without you." He breaks the silence, "I sincerely doubt that." You laugh at the very notion. "It's true- it's colder, quieter, I want you to come home."

"That was never my home, you made that abundantly clear."

He winces as if your words cut him, "I know I haven't been a good man to you, I know I've failed you time and time again but I..I looked at those divorce papers and my heart stopped." He admits running a hand through his hair.

"You can't leave me."

"I can't?." You scoff, your movement halting, "I'm a grown woman- I'm taking responsibility for my own happiness, you can't stop me."

"I wasn't asking." He says softly, his hands in his pockets, he had this fond look on his face, like he was staring at you for the first time, in a whole new light. "You can't make me." You say, brows furrowed, "You belong back home, you're supposed to be with me, till death do us part, remember?" He steps forward making you step back, your eyes wide, hands shaking, you back into a wide chest, spinning to face Dick, who's grinning at you, he's in his Nightwing costume, he gives you a small wave of his hand, you scrunch your face in confusion, "What the hell-" your thought is cut off by a small pinch in your neck, the needle in Bruce's hand is empty in seconds, he's cradling your stumbling form, holding you tightly, "Don't worry - I'll fix this."

Your sleeping body is gently carried to the batplane, Bruce holding you close to his chest as Dick pilots the plane, he whispers promises into your hair, rocking you against him as he swears on his life to make things right, weather you liked it or not.

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bat-mom-writer · 2 months ago

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Not Just A Mother

Reader(wife) X Bruce Wayne(husband)

Summery: You married Bruce Wayne, not out of love, but because Bruce wanted a mother figure for his sons. But what happens when Bruce starts showing a more caring side?

Want a more angst and spicy arranged married come together? Check out Closet Confession.

(I do NOT own any DC characters)

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"Tim, did you finish your homework?" You called out, your footsteps echoing through the grand hallways of Wayne Manor as you made your way to your non biological son's room.

"I'll get it later," Tim's voice drifted back, a hint of procrastination in his tone.

"Not a chance, young man," you responded firmly, your heels clicking against the marble floor. "You know the rules. No gadgets or superhero shenanigans until your schoolwork is done. So get off the computer."

Tim sighed heavily, his eyes never leaving his computer. "Ten more minutes," he protested, his fingers typing away at lightning speed.

You signed but said nothing more upon stopping at the open door of Tim's room. You knew Bruce didn't appreciate you interference in nightly heroics, but you had your own way of managing the boys. Just as you was about to remind Tim of the consequences, a deep voice resonated from behind you.

"Listen to your mother, Tim."

You spun around to face Bruce, who had emerged from the shadows of the hallway. His gaze was stern but not unkind, the same look he often gave when you discussed the boys' schooling. You felt a small twinge of relief that he wasn't upset with your intervention.

Tim looked up from his computer, his eyes wide with surprise. He had never heard Bruce call you "mother" before. It was always Mrs. Wayne or by your name. The change in tone was subtle but significant, hinting at a shift in their relationship that none of them had anticipated.

Your cheeks flush under Bruce's eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Wayne," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. You noticed the warmth in his smile and the way he held your gaze for a beat too long. You felt a strange mix of comfort and discomfort, the kind that comes with the sudden realization that the ground beneath you is not as solid as it once seemed.

Bruce gave a curt nod before turning to leave. His footsteps grew quieter as he moved away, the sound of his retreating figure leaving an unsettling silence in its wake. Your mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of his behavior. Was it the stress of their sham marriage finally getting to him? Or perhaps a genuine affection that had been buried beneath layers of duty and obligation?

Over the next few days, Bruce continued to act more affectionate towards you, slipping in gentle touches and kind words where there had once been a stoic distance. You felt torn between acknowledging the change and fearing it was just a temporary shift in mood. After all, their marriage was built on a foundation of convenience, not love. You're there to provide a stable home life for his sons, not to be the object of his affection.

One evening, as Bruce sat in his study, you gathered your courage and approached him, clutching a set of documents in your hands. "I need to talk to you about something," you began, your voice tentative. "It's about a new deal that's been offered to the company."

Bruce looked up from his paperwork, his eyes reflecting the glow of the computer screens. "What is it?" he asked, his tone neutral.

"It's about a new acquisition," you said, looking down at the papers. "The board thinks it's a good opportunity."

Bruce took the papers from you, his hands brushing against yours for a moment longer than necessary. You felt a spark of electricity, and you quickly withdrew your hand, hoping he hadn't noticed. You watched as he skimmed through the pages, his brow furrowing slightly as he digested the information.

"What's your take on it?" he asked, his gaze still on the contract.

"I...I don't know if it's my...my place to say, Mr. Wayne" You stuttered, your heart racing. You had never been one to voice your opinions in matters like this.

Bruce's gaze lifted from the documents, his eyes locking with your. "Your opinion is important to me," he said firmly. "We're partners in this, remember?"

The words hung in the air, thick with an unspoken promise. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. "Well," you began, your voice stronger now, "I think it's....sketchy. There's something about the terms that doesn't sit right with me."

Bruce's eyes never left yours as he listened intently. His thumb traced the edge of the paper, the only sign of his contemplation. "Then tell them I'm not interested," he said abruptly, handing the contract back to you.

Your eyes widened in shock. You had expected him to disagree, to argue the merits of the deal and the importance of the board's suggestions. Instead, he had deferred to your judgment, something he had never done before. "Are you sure?" you asked.

"Absolutely," Bruce said, his voice firm. "If it doesn't feel right, then it's not worth pursuing."

You took the contract, your hand trembling slightly. "But the board…" your trailed off, unsure how to voice your concerns without overstepping your boundaries.

Bruce leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "The board's job is to make suggestions," he said. "My job is to make decisions. And if my… wife," he emphasized the word, "thinks something's off, then I trust her judgment."

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words. It was the first time he had ever called you his wife without it sounding like a mere formality. You held the contract, your mind racing. "Thank you," you murmured. "I'll handle it."

Bruce nodded, his gaze lingering on yours. "You're welcome."

You retreated from the study, your thoughts in a whirlwind. The weight of the contract in your hands felt heavier than ever before. As you walked, the echoes of their conversation seemed to follow you, whispering of a newfound partnership and trust. You paused outside your study, taking a moment to collect yourself before returning to work. The manor felt different, as if the very air had shifted to accommodate a burgeoning emotion you hadn't anticipated.

Over the next few weeks, Bruce's affection grew more pronounced. He would join you for dinner, engaging in conversations that delved beyond the superficial. They discussed books, art, and the future of Gotham, sharing smiles and laughter that felt genuine and unforced. You found yourself looking forward to these moments, the tension in the air charged with something you dared not name.

One evening, after the boys had retired to their rooms, Bruce found you in the dimly lit Batcave, your eyes reflecting the glow of the monitors as you reviewed the night's intel. He approached you slowly, his footsteps muffled by the rubber soles of his boots. "I thought I was the night owl around here," he said with a teasing smile.

You startled, spinning around in the chair. "Mr. Wayne," you gasped, hand flying to your chest. "I didn't hear you come in."

Bruce chuckled, the sound echoing through the cavernous space. "It's Bruce," he corrected gently. "And I can see you've got everything under control."

Your cheeks colored as you nodded. "Just keeping an eye on things," you said, your voice quieter than usual. You felt self-conscious under his scrutiny, unsure how to react to his sudden interest in your nightly routine.

"Mind if I join you?" Bruce asked, his tone casual, yet it held a hint of something more.

You hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Of course," you said, your voice steady despite the racing of your heart. You watched as he made his way over to you, his movements fluid and silent. He leaned against the console, his eyes on the screens, but you knew he was really watching you.

"You know, this isn't where I expected to find you on our anniversary," he said, his voice low and warm.

Your breath caught in your throat. You had almost forgotten about the date, lost in the whirlwind of their new dynamic. Your swiveled the chair to face him, your heart pounding in your chest. "Anniversary?" you echoed, trying to keep your voice even.

Bruce nodded, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, it's been a year since we made this… arrangement." He paused, searching for the right word, and you felt the weight of the unspoken truth hanging in the air.

"I… I had no idea at how quickly the year went by," you murmured, your eyes flicking to the floor before meeting his gaze again. "So much has happened."

"Yes, it has," Bruce agreed, his expression softening. "But I think we've made it work, don't you?"

You nodded slowly, your eyes moving to the side of the floor. "We have," you conceded. "For the boys."

"For the boys," Bruce echoed, but there was a hint of something more in his voice. He reached out and took your hand, his touch sending a jolt through you. "Dance with me."

You looked at him, bewildered. The Batcave was the last place you'd would have ever imagined sharing a dance with your husband, especially considering their relationship had been more of a business transaction than a romantic union.

"What?" you asked, your voice a mix of surprise and doubt. The cold metal and concrete walls of the Batcave didn't exactly scream romance.

But Bruce didn't seem to notice the oddness of his request. He held out his other hand, his eyes earnest. "Just one dance."

Your heart racing, placing your hand in his, allowing him to pull you to your feet. He led you to the center of the Batcave, the place where so much strategy and planning took place. But now, it was just them, standing in the shadow of the Dark Knight's armor, the only music the hum of the computers and the distant echo of the city above.

He pulled you closer, his hand on your back while the other held your other hand. You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, a stark contrast to the cool air of the underground lair. He was close enough that you could make out the scent of his cologne, the faint metallic scent of his suit mingling with it.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "Let's pretend, just for a moment, that we're not Mr. Wayne and Mrs. Wayne, but a couple who met under different circumstances."

Your pulse quickened. You knew the rules of your arrangement, knew that love had never been a part of the deal. Yet here you were, in the most unlikely of settings, with the potential for something you had never allowed yourself to imagine. Hesitating for only a moment, you stepped into the embrace, your body fitting against his as if it had always belonged there.

He began to sway gently, guiding you in a slow, rhythmic dance that seemed to defy the gravity of their situation. His hand rested on the small of your back, his other hand holding hers firmly, yet gently. You felt the muscles beneath the fabric of his suit, the strength and power of the man you had only ever known as your husband in name.

The sound of his deep, rich hum filled the cavernous space, a tune you didn't recognize but found oddly soothing. It was a moment of vulnerability you had never seen from him before, a side of Bruce Wayne that was as unguarded as the batcave was protected. As they danced, your head leaned into his chest, the steady beat of his heart echoing in your ears, mimicking the tempo of your own.

The tension between them grew palpable, a silent crescendo that seemed to vibrate in every atom of the room. You felt yout resolve wavering, the walls you had meticulously built to maintain the façade of your marriage threatening to crumble. You knew the truth – that you had developed feelings for him, feelings that had grown from a seed of respect and duty into a full-blown bouquet of love and longing.

"Bruce," you murmured, your voice shaky. "What are we doing?"

He leaned down, his breath warm against your ear. "I'm just… trying to be a better husband to you."

The admission sent a tremor through you, and you pulled away slightly to look up at him. His eyes searched yours, a question and a plea melded into one. Your chest tightened as you read the hope and uncertainty in his gaze.

"Why?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "What changed?"

Bruce's expression grew serious, his eyes holding yours captive. "I've realized that life is too short to ignore what's right in front of us," he replied, his thumb brushing gently against the back of your hand. "I've watched you care for my sons, for this city, and for me. You've become more than just a part of this arrangement. You've become a part…of me."

The words hung in the air, a confession that resonated through the very foundation of the Batcave. You searched his eyes, looking for any sign of doubt, any hint that he was just playing a part. But what you found was a vulnerability you had never seen before, a crack in the armor of the man who was both Bruce Wayne and Batman. You were speechless, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

Leaning closer, his cheek brushed against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. His mouth hovered near your ear, the heat of his breath sending a rush of emotion through yours. "Please," he whispered, "give me a chance."

Your heart was a tumult of emotions – hope, fear, confusion. But you knew that you couldn't ignore the feelings that had been growing within you for so long. You nodded, the barest of movements, but it was enough.

Bruce's hand slid to your cheek, cupping it gently as he leaned in and kissed you. It was a soft kiss, filled with a year's worth of unspoken emotions. You melted into it, your arms slipping around his neck as you gave in to the warmth that had been building between them. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, and you could feel the tension in his body, the years of holding back finally released.

You broke apart, breathing in quite pants, your eyes locked. Your heart raced, your mind reeling with the implications of what was happening. "Bruce," you whispered, your voice trembling.

"My wife," Bruce said, the words sounding unfamiliar, yet right. He searched your face, his thumb stroking your cheek gently. "You are my wife. I want to act like the husband I know you truly deserve."

"What about the boys?" You asked, your voice a soft murmur.

"They're our priority," Bruce assured you, his hand sliding from your cheek to your hand again. "We just now have… some extra perks to our partnership." He offered you a tentative smile, and you couldn't help but return it, feeling the weight of your situation lighten just a little.

For a moment, you two just stood there, holding onto each other, the reality of your feelings finally out in the open. The silence was comfortable, filled with the steady rhythm of your breaths mingling together.

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strangespinapple · 5 months ago

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BW ~ My Love

Bruce Wayne x Fem Reader

blurb: you and bruce are childhood sweethearts. you love him and he loves you. there is nothing you guys wouldn’t do for each other. but between you being 7 months pregnant with his baby and bruce’s late night activities, you’ve been missing him a lot. so tonight instead of falling asleep and seeing him later on, you decided to stay awake and give your husband a relaxing bubble bath.

warnings: SMUTTT 18++ MDNI - fluff - pregnancy - soft!bruce - sarcasm? - cursing - bullying - marriage - love - childhood trauma - mentions of death - mentions of virginity - bad/mean boy but soft only for reader troupe 🥹

word count: 2.3k

a/n: the way i've been in my bruce wayne and billy loomis era is CRAAZYYY, definitely more coming soon!

honorable mention: @devilfic. she is one of my favorite writers and i love her Bruce Wayne fics. she is also one of many writers who have inspired me to write. pls check her out if you haven't already! enjoy :)

You and Bruce are childhood sweethearts. Going to the same middle school as the soon-to-be mayor’s son, you saw first hand how cruel people can be. You always made sure to show kindness to him. To let him know that not everyone in this world is heartless. After the death of his parents, the bullying only amplified, and Alfred decided it was best to homeschool him. You were sad that your best friend would no longer be going to the same school as you. But that didn’t stop you from being there for him and seeing him everyday. Never would you have imagined that your childhood best friend would fall for you and make you his wife 12 years later.

You are currently two months away from giving birth to his son. Bruce has been working extra hard in his day and night job. He promised that he will take a few months off to care for you and the baby. You love Bruce so much and he loves you. That’s why you are filling a soothing bubble bath for him to sit in. It’s 5:30am and the sun is starting to rise in Gotham city. While waiting for the bubble water to fill the tub, you pour a glass of wine and a glass of sparkling cider. Normally Alfred or Lucy (Bruce’s maid) would do this for you but with acts of service being your love language, this time you wanted to make it extra special for him.

You make your way upstairs as quickly and quietly as your legs can carry you, trying your best to not ruin the surprise. You put the two glasses on the counter in the bathroom so you can scatter rose petals around the tub. Lucy has helped you pick them from the garden, a new hobby you had picked up to fill all your free time. You start to light all the candles you had placed around the bathroom to add to the romance. Turning the water off as now the tub was completely filled, you took one last glance around to make sure everything looked perfect. And it sure as hell did.

The sound of the bedroom door opening and closing made you feel excited.

“Honey?” Bruce called out for you.

“In the bathroom!”

His heavy footsteps against the hardwood floors can be heard coming towards you. As he walks through the threshold it’s as if time stopped for the both of you. Bruce has always been a very fit, tall and undeniably attractive man. It’s one of the many things that made you fall in love with him. But with him standing there shirtless, still dripping with water from his shower, it made your mouth water. And these pregnancy hormones were not helping either.

Ever since he found out you were pregnant, he built a shower and changing station inside of the batcave to limit the amount of noise and movement he’d bring to the bedroom. He didn’t want to disturb you and the baby with his mental boots and foul smells after being trapped in leather all night.

Bruce was just as turned on as you were. Seeing you standing there round and swollen with his baby in a purple lacy lingerie nightgown makes his pants feel tight. Beautiful long brown shiny legs and arms that he would bet his last dollar would feel so soft against his skin. Big boobs filled with milk about to pop out of the silk fabric. Your box braids in a high braided ponytail that laid flat against your left shoulder, framed your beautiful chocolate face to look more natural and ethereal than you already look. He could eat you up right here right now and not give a single fuck.

Taking a look around the bathroom and seeing how stunning it looks, he wonders how he got so lucky to have such a beautiful caring wife. Bruce looks you in the eye with such devotion it makes your heart swell.

“What do we have here?” He says with a smirk on his face as he walks towards you.

When he gets in front of you his hands gravitate to your waist, as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Well, I wanted to do something special for you. Something that you wouldn’t see coming.”

Your smile is art in its purest form for Bruce. He leans down and plants a soft but passionate kiss on your lips. You kiss him back with so much love. The kiss begins to get hot and heavy. You can feel his prominent bulge against your upper thigh, making you more wet than you already are. Placing your hands on his chest to push him away, Bruce looks at you like a starved man with a pout on his lips.

“I’m supposed to be pampering you, not being seduced by you.” While smiling at him Bruce takes one of his hands and slaps your butt. He takes a deep breath through his nose to calm his hormones down.

“Okay, whatever you want mamas. Where do you want me?”

“I need you to take your pants off and get in the tub.”

“Can you take me to dinner first before you try to get in my pants?” He side eyes you while smiling. One thing many people didn’t know about Bruce is that he has a funny sense of humor. Something only you have been privileged to witness.

You put your hands on your hips and a giggle leaves your lips. (A/N: didn’t mean to rhyme here but just call me DR Seuss heheh)

“Get in the tub Mr Wayne” Smiling at him you move one hand to your belly.

“Well of course Mrs Wayne”

Bruce pulls down his sweatpants along with his boxers allowing them to fall to his ankles. His muscular body looks like it was sculpted by God himself. You simply couldn’t help but to stare in awe of him. He steps out of them and makes his way to the bubble bath. Getting in the tub one leg at a time he sits straight up in the bath with the bubble water hitting his mid-waist due to how tall he is.

Forcing yourself out of your trance, you grab a loofah and lather it with his favorite body wash. Slowly getting down on your hands and knees right beside Bruce, you glide the loofah against his broad strong shoulders and upper back. Cuts and bruises litter across his entire body but you make sure to give a little extra love and care to each and every one of them.

“Baby you don’t have to do this. I should be taking care of you in your condition.”

“But you always take such good care of me. I want to make you feel as special as you make me feel. Baby or no baby, I can do this for you.” You kiss the side of his face lovingly. Moving to the right side of Bruce to start washing up and down his right arm, Bruce puts his left hand on top of yours.

“Join me.” His eyes are dark with emotion. You couldn’t tell if it was lust or love or maybe a little of both.

“Bruce. This is supposed to b-“

“I know I know but trust me, feeling your body sitting perfectly on top of mine IS taking care of me.”

He puts his pointer and middle finger in the shape of legs and walks them seductively along your lower arm. His normally blue eyes, now a gray stormy color, stare deeply into your brown eyes making you incredibly wet.

“And more importantly it will make me very, very happy.” How could you possibly deny this man anything?

Pushing up on your hands and knees you stand up straight. You throw the soapy loofah into the sink and immediately start stripping. Bruce stares intensely up at you as your hand pulls the straps of your nightgown off and it instantly drops to the floor.

“Oh you’re trying to kill me.”

With your growing bump in the way it makes it uncomfortable for you to wear sleeping pants and especially underwear. Anyone else would’ve made you feel like a piece of meat, with the way Bruce was eyeing your naked body up and down. But instead, he made you feel so loved and appreciated. Many women would kill for their husbands to look at them the way yours is doing now, let alone wanting to touch them.

“Come here. I need you baby.”

Getting inside the tub, you straddle Bruce. His hand immediately goes over your ass and back up to your hips, moving you back and forth to get you all hot and bothered. A soft moan leaves your lips. Moving the bubbles out of the way, you grab his penis and begin to stroke him back and forth. Bruce’s head falls back hitting the rim of the tub with an audible whine. Thick veins run up and down all 9 inches of him standing hard, with an angry red tint to it.

You are Bruce’s first and he was yours. When you guys were graduating from high school, he decided to stay home and take over Wayne Enterprises as well as begin his journey as Gotham’s vigilante. While you on the other hand went off to college in Central City. Bruce thought that he wouldn’t be able to have relations with a person, given all that his life entails. So he asked you if you’d be comfortable taking his virginity as it is the one thing he didn’t want to miss out on. Being the best friend you are, you could never say no to Bruce. Also because you were secretly in love with him. How could you not be? Bruce is intelligent, tall, funny, muscular, has ocean blue eyes you can get lost in, and a deep and mysterious voice. He’s always been so attractive. Still to this day women throw themselves at his feet, willing to do anything and everything to be with him. You were more than happy to give Bruce an amazing first time, and that’s exactly what it was. It was so good that he was constantly on your mind at school. He absolutely ruined any chance of you being with another man. And when you tried to sleep with other men nothing came close. Bruce felt the same way about you. Every time you are intimate with Bruce it reminds you of your first time with him.

Bruce lifts his head up and his hazy eyes meet yours. Not being able to wait any longer, you lift yourself up onto his throbbing cock. Sliding downwards, Bruce’s hands on your hips help guide you as your back arches. Both of you let out pornographic moans into each other’s faces.

“Fucking hell.” Feeling you squeeze the life out of him, Bruce buckles his hips up into yours.

“OHH Bruce”

You rock back and forth on his cock while he pounds up into you. With arms around him, you tug on the hairs on the nape of his neck. Pulling his hair has always been Bruce’s weakness during sex. Bruce wraps his arms around your waist and holds you down as he jackhammers up into you.

“MOMMY I CAN’T—“

“FUUCKKKK”

With him hitting that perfect spot inside of you, you lose all restraint and moan while coming hard on his cock. Due to overly sensitive pregnancy nerves, you end up squirting. Your legs shake and your pussy clenches the life out of him. Your moans are music to his ears and it pushes him over the edge. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he grunts. His cock swells and spurts of his cum fly into the deepest parts of your uterus. Knowing that if you weren’t already pregnant, you’d definitely be after this.

Breathing heavily against one another, you and Bruce feel a rush of love and content in your hearts. You pull away from Bruce and stare into each other’s eyes.

“I-”

Taking the words right out of your mouth “I love you so much”

You smile at him.

“That’s what I was gonna say” You lean down and kiss him as if it is the last time you’re going to see him.

He moans softly into the kiss and then breaks it. You turn around in the tub to sit back against Bruce’s chest. He wraps his arms around you and rubs your belly lovingly. You lay your head back against his strong shoulder. You look up at him through your lashes and study his beautiful face.

“Have you thought about a baby name yet?” He says looking back down at you.

“No, have you?”

“Nope. But I have faith in you to pick a good name for our baby. You're going to be an amazing mama.”

“Awe honey, you’re so sweet.” He smiles from ear to ear and kisses you sweetly.

He has always loved it when you called him sweet pet names. It helps heal his mommy issues, one name at a time.

“What do you think about Dick?” You pull away and hand his glass of wine to him while holding yours in the other hand.

“Mhmm I don’t know.” He takes a sip of wine.

“I guess when we meet him we’ll know.”

Another smile slowly creeps up on Bruce’s face. Seems like ever since you came back into his life, he’s been smiling a lot more. He cups your face with his other hand and moves his thumb back and forth. He stares into your eyes wondering what he do to get so damn lucky. You are the light at the end of the tunnel. The sun that shines after a harsh thunderstorm.

An amazing dream he never wants to wake up from.

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kimjun · 1 year ago

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Package | Bat family x reader

You never stopped to think about being a mother, you are young and it was too early to think. Well, until you meet Bruce Wayne. You met him by accident, really an accident, you ran him over with your bike and then you went out to get to know each other better.

After many meetings, the marriage proposal finally arrived. As said above, you didn't think about being a mother. But marrying Bruce Wayne came with a package.

The first package was Dick.

He was adorable, he was always around you, he bragged to everyone that he had an incredibly beautiful mother. Mom, it was a surprise when you heard that word addressed to you.

It was a Friday, you went to pick Dick up from school because Alfred was on vacation, so you went to Dick's school. You were at the gate waiting, while sending some messages to friends and Bruce, little Dick approaches along with three boys.

—I told you she was beautiful. - Dick points at you, then crosses his arms.

—Wow.- one of the boys says.

—Stop drooling over my mother. –Dick speaks naturally as he gets into the car.

On the other hand, you become paralyzed trying to absorb the new information. When you finally get in the car, Dick hands you a drawing, it's him, you and Bruce.

—You can throw it away if you want. - Dick says, putting on his belt.

You've had this drawing saved for over fifteen years. A memory of the first time you became a mother.

—It's very beautiful, my love, thank you very much.

—Is it okay if I call you mom?

—You are my son, obviously you should call me mother.

Dick is a mama's boy, even at twenty-two he still runs into her arms.

The second package was Jason.

You were already in your pajamas, the calm rain turned into a storm and Bruce was already on his way back. You just didn't expect Bruce Wayne to show up with a boy cowering from the cold.

—Honey.- Bruce looked completely embarrassed. —This is Jason.

The boy looked at you, his beautiful eyes made you sigh with love for your newest baby.

-I am __.

It was a complicated relationship at first, in fact Jason only let you get close to him. He spent time with you at the library, you created a book club that was just the two of you.

It was a trusting relationship, when Jason had nightmares you would always be with him.

—It's okay, love, I'm here.

Jason started calling you mom because Dick did that.

—Are you my mother too? - Jason asked with his mouth covered in chocolate.

—Of course, right, - replies Dick. — If you're my brother, idiot.

He starts calling you mom. And you love the fact that you have two boys. Jason is also a mama's boy. When you learned of Jason's death the world stopped, you fell into a deep depression that you had to hide because Bruce Wayne brought a surprise.

The third package was Tim.

It was a little difficult, it wasn't Tim's fault, you love him, but he came so quickly that you haven't accepted Jason's death yet. The pain is horrible. But Tim needed love and you tried.

Tim heard you lost a son and it was still hard. He saw you crying several times, even though you hid to not show how fragile you are. Then one day, Tim came into the room where you were crying. He climbed onto the bed and hugged you.

—I'm sorry, I didn't want you to feel this pain, mom. - Tim was hugging you.

-Oh my love.

You were healing, Tim was there to help you, he knew you were broken.

-Mother?

-what?

—Nothing, it's cool to call you that.

—How about making cookies? - you smile.

—And coffee?

—You are prohibited from drinking coffee.

Tim is a mama's baby, he's always by your side when you need him, you take care of him with so much love that he just wants to reciprocate.

It is Tim who breaks the news that Jason is alive.

Bruce Wayne doesn't know when to stop and you don't really care.

The fourth package was Damian.

—Are you saying you have a child with another woman?

You need time to understand the situation, when Bruce explains it you still get suspicious. A new kid in the mansion. Harder than Jason as a teenager.

—Damian, it's going to rain, take an umbrella. - you say.

Damian looks at you.

—You're not my mother, you don't command me. - he leaves in a huff, taking the umbrella.

A new member of the book club, Jason was reluctant before accepting that Damian could join the club.

You noticed Damian was slowly approaching. If you are in the kitchen, he will come up to you and ask what you are doing. If you leave, he asks if he can come along. At the market he pushes the cart for you.

-Can I have this? - Damian points to some chocolates. He sighs remembering what Thalia told him.

You pass Damian picking up several bars.

—Yes, you can, my love.

Damian never complained about you calling him baby, living by your side is peaceful because you are a different person than his mother.

Damian wrote you a letter, actually a note.

YOU WANT TO BE MINE MOTHER?

Yes ( ) or no ( )

You thought it was so cute, you squeezed Damian saying yes, you accepted being his mother.

Damian is mommy's little baby to this day, he will always come to you looking for mommy's hugs and kisses.

Bruce Wayne is a big surprise, you love him, you love his children but every time you leave you fear that he will return with another child.

—I love you, but please try to have control, we have too many children. - you laugh.

—I think it's over, don't worry.

-He is sure?

—I think so, I'm going to stop adopting for a bit.

—You need therapy. - you laugh kissing your husband.

—We should have a baby of our own. - Bruce grumbles. You laugh, getting up from the couch.

—We already have too many children. - you scream running to the kitchen.

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beautyconsumer · 6 months ago

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(I see you've redone your blog again) but anyway JayGrant is sooooo the friends that make a marriage pact as kids. And Jason thinks it's a joke but Grant is SO serious. 20 years later Grant breaks into Jason's apartment and is like "so I've noticed you're not yet wed-" and Jason is like "I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING DEAD WHAT THE FUCK!" And Grant is like "Irrelevant. I need you to update your hand measurements to get the ring resized."

I did! I want it to represent what's going on on this little corner of Tumblr of mine hehe thanks for noticing!

Also!!! ASASGDJFG "I need you to update your hand measurements to get the ring resized." Meaning he already has a ring and has been constantly measuring Jason's hand throughout their childhood/teenage years, lmaoo I imagine Jason sitting there while Grant measures his hand going "lol you still on that?" While Grant very much is.

Jason being pulled the uno reverse card for once and being in the other end of "I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING DEAD WHAT THE FUCK!" is so freaking funny.

Jason is still reeling on the fact that Grant came back at all, cause he had given hope he would. Jason sees his own resurrection as a curse so seeing Grant reviving gives him a new perspective and of course Grant goes, "We're soulmates, actually."

And Jason kind of believes him. Wants to believe him too.

Jason is —other than surprised Grant came back at all— is like "You meant it???"

Because he's on board, HEAVILY so, because he gets to marry the first crush he ever had, the very hetero guy who would mess around for shits and giggles, and make him flustered and red faced every time he'd throw hypotheticals at him: "I would treat you better than anyone else", "If you married me we'd never spend our nights sleeping"

All of this is especially funny immediately after Grant's resurrection, because Grant is fully convinced he came back for that one reason (it's actually way deeper than that but his obsessive streak is not gonna wind down for a while.)

Grant goes over the top with everything, the ring, the weeding, the preparations, his rich kid upbringing along his entitlement and hedonistic nature (that only amplified when he came back from dead) makes him a nightmare for anyone who gets on his way of making the Wedding anything less than perfect. This also goes along with me headcanoning him as a perfectionist (having your parents criticizing your shit since ever will do that to ya) bridezilla Grant says who lmao

And if we're going with the family dynamics...

Adeline Kane clutches her chest and almost has a heart attack because she finds out her son is alive Through a freaking Weeding Invitation.

Joey as well and his brain is balancing from wanting to beat the shit out his brother for making them go through this to go hug him and demand to be his best man.

Respawn, Alex, Rose and Wintergreen are invited as well, if only to cement the fact that Slade is very much not invited. He still shows up, though.

Jade is the bridesmaid, or best woman, or however it is. Grant shows up one day and is like "Bitch I'm getting married, you're the bridesmaid," she sighs, looks at his choice of a husband, sighs even more heavily and then they go shopping for the wedding.

The batfam on the other hand, Bruce and Dick are the ones who are having the hardest time.

Bruce is happy at first that Jason is settling and getting married, but then—

"Married to who?!"

Dick is sweating bullets, "Jason, you're still young, you don't have to settle for this one just yet!"

"No, I gotta."

Babs walks him through acceptance. When he recovers he drops Jason hints (as in, big passive aggressive hints) of him being the best man.

Jason lets him in tension for a while, at least until he decides who's gonna be the best man because he's not the first one to not-ask.

Meanwhile Steph and Tim pipe in, "can we plan your bachelor party?"

Damian is happy he gets to spend time and meet his half brother's family, (Respawn) and Jason will be there too I guess.

Jason is very much shoving in their faces, "I'm getting married before any of you losers."

Talia and Harvey are invited as well much to Bruce's dismay.

Bruce gets surprisingly along and is very supportive with Grant while he's in one of his bridezilla episodes because yes, Grant is right: Jason’s wedding deserves the best of the best.

Grant gets very intense about it too, hence, mark Jason down as scared and horny.

Slade, on the other hand, gets whiplash because Addie was just like that on their wedding.

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kenobers · 16 days ago

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just read your Obi-Wan mafia story...What about a Jason Todd mafia au 👀

ngl i think about this a lot bc one thing about me is that i love a good mafia au (not in a dark romance way) and i'm surprised they aren't more common in jason todd-batfam spheres. but i've specifically been thinking about the incredibly niche arranged marriage subgenre of mafia fics and jason quite a bit lately

Like always, Wayne is a prominent name in Gotham, but they're just as prominent in the criminal underworld as they are in high society. Instead of a fearsome vigilante, the Batman is an elusive mafia Don that only a few outside of the underworld know is really Bruce Wayne.

Your parents are District Attorneys working under the table for Maroni, a rival of the Batman. Maroni brings up your name to Bruce while discussing potential ways to marry their two families in an alliance. After all, Maroni has no daughters of his own and marrying you to one of Bruce's wayward boys would ensure your parents stay under his thumb. The idea of an arranged marriage is a little old fashioned to Bruce, but he thinks it might help rein in Jason, the most unruly of his sons.

So without getting much of a say, you and Jason get hitched. Needless to say neither of you are happy about the situation, but Jason's got a lot more attitude about it. He's cold, he's mean, he's scary. He's the most mysterious Wayne child, both in the crime world and regular society. So all you've heard about Jason is that he's violent.

Thankfully, he never seems to be home enough to prove whether or not that's true. When he is home, he hardly talks to you unless it's absolutely necessary or you're in his way.

At first you try to remedy the stiffness. You try making dinner, reading books from his shelf, asking if he wants to watch a show together, inviting him out with your friends. You know this isn't a marriage of love, but that doesn't mean you have to be enemies. It's nice to have a friend. However, he's stubborn. The more he ignores or sneers at your attempt, the more miserable it makes you. He looks at you like this is all your fault, like he's comparing you to the hook-ups you're sure he's having. It all just makes you feel like complete shit. After a few weeks, you just start glaring back.

It's frustrating. It's frustrating to have a moody husband that doesn't want anything to do with you. It's even more frustrating when you through in the whole mob situation on top of that. Of course you had your suspicions about your parents connections. Of course you already knew to look over your shoulder, to not say anything. But at least you didn't have to know anything.

You're not supposed to ask when Jason comes home with blood on his hands, but you always know what it's from. You know what the unlabeled packages hidden in your bathroom are. You know which cops to call if Jason gets arrested. You know which important figures are being paid off, which ones are secretly in the Family; including your father-in-law because on top of all this, you also have to be a Wayne now.

You can't see your friends as much because you might accidentally blab to them (and you're too paranoid to risk getting any of them in trouble). You can't explain to them why you married Bruce Wayne's son out of nowhere. You can't even talk about Jason to the friends that stuck around after your big 'reveal' was received as a slap in the face to your entire friend system. You just had to lie that you'd been keeping you 'relationship' with him a secret. You've been "asked" not to work until the powers that be are absolutely positive you can be trusted. Although you have a sinking suspicion that it's just a ploy to turn you into a housewife. It feels like there's always someone watching you, making sure you're behaving and keeping quiet.

All this for a husband who frankly couldn't give a fuck about you.

Maybe you should be glad that Jason ignores you. You've heard the stories about mob wives. You know that he could be worse. You'd rather have a husband that can't stand to touch you than one who puts his hands on you.

But still.

It's lonely.

At least Jason's siblings are nice. Dick's made it a habit to check-in on you and Jason once a week. Mostly on you, you think. Since he mostly swings by when Jason's out of the apartment. Dick is good company. He's easy to get along with, appreciates your cooking and is sympathetic to your struggle with being thrust head first into this life. But he never stays for long and he always looks at you with so much pity. Even if he is interested in getting to know his sister-in-law, you both know he's really here because he knows his brother is a jerk.

Once he let it slip to the other siblings that you make bomb cookies, they start showing up unannounced every now and then. They're weird, but they're fun. You would make more of an effort to form an actual friendship with them if you didn't think it would lead to arguments with Jason. You're not willing to risk your peace, even if it's miserable.

Still, you let yourself feel some satisfaction at the way Jason's temple throbs every time he comes home to find Tim and Duke have accidentally gotten sucked into whatever you're watching.

Months of marriage purgatory come to a head when Jason comes home in the middle of the night to find you drunk off your ass. It's your friend's birthday. You haven't spoken to her since your engagement to Jason was announced. If you had to guess, she probably didn't feel like she could trust you after you had to make everyone think that you just casually hid a serious relationship. She probably assumed you just didn't trust her. You sent her a 'happy birthday, I miss you' message, only to realize you'd been blocked. Which stung more than any bitch face Jason could ever make at you.

So you celebrate her birthday with a bottle of gin. Fuck it, no one's here to judge you. Until your meanass, killjoy excuse of a husband interrupts you by having the audacity to come home. Jason discovers you hunkered down on the couch, lips to bottle, scrolling pathetically through old pictures from when you actually had a life.

Jason rolls his eyes at the sight. He probably would've just gone to bed and left you to your own devices, but the contents of that gin bottle have been utterly depleted since he poured himself a glass last night. He's not about to risk waking up to see you've choked to death on your own vomit. Dick would never let him hear the end of it.

So instead he scoffs and chastises you, subtly trying to get you to explain why you're plastered without making it seem like he cares. He's expecting some swallow, 'whoopsie-daisies' response, but instead he accidentally opens up your floodgates.

You tell him all about your friends, how this marriage destroyed your life, how lonely you are. That...That strikes a nerve for Jason. He's been so frustrated with suddenly having to share his space with a stranger, that he hadn't stopped to think about how much of an actual change this was for you. To be roped into the mafia, of all fucking things.

"...This must all be so terrifying for you," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. You look at him with sad eyes, glazed over with gin and dark with exhaustion.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is."

Jason will never forgive himself for the fact that this is the first real connection the two of you have shared this entire time. He feels even shitty that it took him seeing you like this to decide to be nicer to you.

He isn't sold on being a husband yet, but he supposes he knows a thing or two about being a friend. And maybe it would benefit him if you knew a thing or two about being in the mafia. He would feel better about leaving you alone at home if he was confident in your ability to handle a piece.

He can't fix everything overnight, but this...this is a start.

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yall-batman-fanfic · 13 days ago

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Little One | Batfam x Reader!Magician

Synopsis: A fluff on the montage of months Bruce and Vivian and the Batfamily prepare for the baby’s arrival.

It was one thing to see his ex and his wife sharing a glass of wine while out for lunch, it was another to see them shopping for maternity clothes.

Bruce couldn't believe his eyes when he came to the store that Vivian told him she was at. He had left the office early that day to spend time with Vivian and her shopping for maternity clothes when she realized neither of her shirts and trousers fit anymore. For the past few days she's been wearing dresses that would soon be too small for her too.

When he arrived at the shop, he asked the attendant if they saw his wife around, and they led him to the fitting area where he saw Selina Kyle sitting on the couch with a pile of clothes at her side.

“Selina?” He asked, confused.

“Hello, Bruce,” she greeted.

“What are you… you're back?”

“Surprise? Sorry if I didn't give a heads up first. I was going to tell you but then I ran into Vivian in the street.”

He eyed Vivian's bag that was beside Selina. She was a good friend to them but he knew Catwoman's M.O.. Seeing his gaze, Selina rolled her eyes at him and said, “Seriously?” She grabbed Vivian's bag and grew it at him. “To ease your mind.”

“Nothing personal.”

“Of course.”

Coming out of the fitting room, Vivian walked up to where Selina sat to show her the dress they picked out, but before she could ask how it was, Vivian was shocked to find Bruce there holding her bag.

“Hi, you're here early,” she checked her watch. “Don't have any meetings?”

“No, that's why I came here,” said Bruce. “This looks good on you.”

“Selina picked it out,” She kissed his cheek as a greeting. “I ran into her while having lunch.”

“She surprised me with this,” Selina rubbed on Vivian's pregnancy bump. “I can't believe neither of you told me that you were expecting.”

“It's not like we could contact you, Selina,” said Bruce.

“I forgot to ask, is it a boy or a girl?”

“Girl,” Vivian answered. “I guess the little bean sensed that there are a lot of boys in the house and decided to balance things out there.”

“I guess I better find a gift for the little kitten, huh?”

The possible gifts that Selina could find worried Bruce. Not that it would harm his infant daughter when she comes out but because of where and how Selina got it in the first place. The last thing they need is some jade or cat-statue that was being transported to a museum, or, worse, being moved in the blackmarket.

“I’ll go change and I’ll pay for these,” Vivian said.

“I got it,” said Bruce, but one stern look from her and he was raising his hands in defeat.

Once she disappeared in the fitting room, Selina laughed.

“What?” He questioned her.

“I guess I know now how really wear the cowl in this marriage,” she whispered.

Bruce hummed in annoyance.

When Vivian got out, back in her button-up shirt-dress, she took her bag from Bruce while he grabbed her purchases. Exiting the shop, Selina had her arm around Vivian as they went to where Alfred had parked the car so Bruce could place the shopping bags at the boot. Her sedan had more room than his fast cars. But soon he’ll too be driving sedans so the car seat would fit. But Dick has been persuading him to get a family van instead for two reasons:

It’s funny. Imagine billionaire-family-man Bruce Wayne driving a freaking family van.

So they could all be in one vehicle for family vacations and get a chance to hog their little sister.

Bruce flatout said ‘no’ to the family van.

Turns out, Alfred went for an errand while Vivian and Selina were in the shop. It explains a lot why Vivian was alone that time. Alfred always accompanies her whenever she leaves the manor ever since they told everyone of her pregnancy. But with Selina, the man trusted that she was in safe hands.

“I guess this is me,” Selina sighed as she opened the door for Vivian at Bruce’s car. “Keep me posted with the kitten?”

“I will, don’t worry,” Vivian kissed her cheek. “Thank you for today, it’s nice shopping with someone for maternity clothes.”

“No problem, honey,” Selina returned the gesture. “I’ll see you around, Bruce. And I wouldn’t mind if the baby is named after me too!” She waved goodbye to them. “Bye, Alfred!”

Getting in the car, Vivian and Bruce let out a sigh but the former was confused when she heard him doing so. “Did something happen while I was in the changing room?” She asked.

“I’m just surprised that Selina was here. I can’t believe you left your bag with her too.”

“Come on, Bruce, she’s a friend.”

“Still a thief.”

Vivian scoffed. “I’m not a total idiot to leave my bag with her,” she snapped her fingers and her valuables fell from the pocket reality she put them on her lap. “I didn’t want to offend her.”

Bruce smirked. “Smart,” he was about to lean in and kiss her but Vivian pushed his face away.

“Yeah, not this time, bud.”

“In my defense, Selina caught me off guard.”

She hummed.

“What about you? What did you sigh about?”

“My ankles are killing me, Bruce.”

“Right.”

“You were expecting I was thinking of something bad, weren’t you?”

“It would ease up my conscience.”

“Nope. Selina and I jive just right,” Vivian chuckled. “Now, we better get out of here before your meter runs out.”

Bruce shifted the gear and drove out of tthe parking slot. “So, what did you two talk about earlier?”

“Nothing much. Just catching up.”

Bruce sighed again. “You’re not going to tell me, aren’t you?”

Vivian smirked. “How long have I known Selina?”

“A long time. Years.”

“And you still aren’t used to our relationship, huh?”

“No… she’ll tease me about it tonight during patrol too.”

“Good luck with that.”

~*~

Weeks after Vivian told him about her pregnancy, Batman, while on top of the gargoyle looking over Gotham on patrol, called Superman in a whisper. As always, Clark appeared instantly with a smile and said, “I hear.”

“You heard, huh?” Batman chuckled and got off the gargoyle to stand on the roof so he and Clark could be side by side.

Superman placed a hand on Bruce's shoulder. “Congratulations, Bruce.”

“Thank you, Clark,” he sighed.

“Aren't you happy?” Clark asked when he saw the frown on the man's face and the sigh that he just made.

“I am. God, I may not show it but this is probably the happiest thing that has happened in a while now.”

“Then why? Don't tell me you're getting cold feet, Bruce,” Clark chuckled. “I mean, you practically adopted, like, ten kids. This should be like a walk in the park for you. Besides, I've seen how you are with kids as Batman in our missions. You care for them.”

Bruce hummed. “But this isn't the same as that.” Batman removed his cowl, and from pocket he pulled out a pocket folding frame that held two ultrasounds. One was of Helena and the other the new baby they were expecting, and at the corner of the ultrasound of Helena was the portrait of Vivian he kept at all times. “Ever since Helena, I've been hesitant to ask Vivian if she was ready to try again. Not because of her, but because of me too. There was a moment — as morbid as it sounds — when I thought maybe it was meant to be. We were not meant to have a child into this world because it would mean putting them in danger.

“I was willing to accept that, and I did for a long time. Then she told me and I realized I still wanted to try to have a baby with her. And right now, I'm scared.”

“About what?”

“Of so many things. I'm not the perfect father for Dick and the others, I still butt heads with Damian. What if I mess it up with her, and what’s even scarier is she'll depend on me, Clark. She'll depend on me to know what is right and wrong. How she turns out in the future depends on how I do it.”

“It's not just you, Bruce,” Clark reminded him. “Vivian's there too.”

“I know. And I know she'll do it perfectly.”

Clark took a breath. “I remember someone told me that you just have to trust that they'll be okay. You can't be too hard on yourself.” Bruce hummed in amusement. Those were the words he said to Clark when they helped him look for Jon. “You'll do fine, Bruce. Have faith in yourself.”

“There's something else too,” Bruce turned to the man. “Vivian and I discussed it and we want you and Lois to be her godparents.”

Unable to hold it in, Superman pulled Batman to an embrace.

Perched on the other roof, Jason handed the binoculars to Tim as they, Dick, and Damian watched the interaction between Batman and Superman while eating takeout burgers and fries.

“That is probably the gayest thing I've ever seen,” Tim muttered. “And that's a lot coming from me.”

“Yeah, and you're, like, half-gay,” Jason shoved a handful of fries into his mouth. “Can I say that?”

“You're forgiven.”

“Uh-oh, looks like big blue heard us,” Dick chuckled and waved at the direction of the two heroes who were looking at them from the tower.

“What’s the worst they can do?” Damian muttered. “Ground us?”

Their comms sounded. It was Batman: “You four are in charge of putting away Condiments Man.”

They groaned.

“That. That's the worst he could do,” Tim tossed the binoculars back to Jason.

~*~

He came at a very inconvenient time. Bruce was just about to hop in the shower with Vivian when Constantine popped up in their bathroom, smoking on the toilet, and before Bruce could ask or kick him out of the place, the man said: “Zee's pregnant.”

He kept a grip on his towel before it could slip off, but the news caught him off guard. “Congratulations… you're the father, right?”

“Of course, I am!”

“Is that – Bruce,” Vivian opened the shower door but only peeked out to show her head. “Is that John?!”

“Yes,” Bruce sighed.

“Hi, love, sorry to drop by unannounced,” John waved at her.

Vivian reached for her towel and wrapped it around her before stepping out. “And you couldn't have popped up in the living room and waited?”

“It was an emergency, Vee,” John sighed and he was about to take another whiff when his cigarette burned up. Completely turning to dust. “What the fuck, Vee!”

“No smoking in the house,” she stepped out of the shower, which revealed a secret that John wasn't expecting to see.

“You're pregnant too?!” John jumped up from the toilet.

“I am. And who is the other one that you're referring to in this context?”

“Zatanna's pregnant. John's the father,” Bruce told her.

“I don't know why you have to add the last part. Yes, I'm the father! The only one that I've been fucking is Zee, and vise versa — but, when did this happen?” John pointed at Vivian's pregnancy bump.

“A couple of weeks now… but if I did the math right, last holiday.”

“The one where your Endless father came?”

“Yeah, that one.”

Bruce's eyes widened in realization. Is it possible that their child was conceived in Vivian's old bedroom? A part of him was surprised that that's where it happened, but the other half wasn't. They did a lot in that bedroom, even the bed broke. Vivian was a laughing mess when it happened. Maybe they were able to conceive this child because they had nothing much in their mind that day too, and thanks to the Sandman's dream they were well rested and were healed.

“Listen, John. Let's talk about this after we finish our shower,” Vivian grabbed her phone and called Dick, telling him to get John from their bathroom. “We can talk about this and Zatanna's pregnancy – by the way, congratulations — once we're dry and dressed.”

“I wouldn't mind if we continue the conversation while you two hop in there, you know,” John smirked.

Batman glared at him. “I do.”

Dick finally arrived and his gaze shifted between his surrogate parents and John a couple of times before taking a breath and said: “Right. Another normal day in the manor. Hi, John,” he gestured to the door for the man to go through. “What brings you here?”

“Zee's pregnant,” John said.

“Congratulations.”

The door closed and silence filled their air.

“It's gone, isn't it?” Bruce said.

“It should be, but for some reason it's still here,” Vivian glanced at him. “Unless it's gone for you.”

“Give me a couple of minutes, and we both know what will get me in the mood again,” Bruce opened the shower door and went inside with Vivian following. Their towels discarded, the water running, Bruce knelt down and kissed her thigh.

“I'll make this quick,” he told her as he licked right at her folds.

“Don't,” she let out a moan. “Make him wait,” she gripped on his hand that held her leg that was propped over his shoulder. “I don't care how long — fuck, Bruce!”

~*~

It was early in the morning when he got back from patrol with the Robins. Batman was about to head straight to the master bedroom and see Vivian, while the Robins went to prepare breakfast before heading to bed, yet he found his wife walking around the manor at such a late hour.

“You should be in bed,” Jason and Damian beat him to it.

“I was but she won’t stop moving,” Vivian smiled sleepily. “It’s like she could feel you guys are heading home and just kept kicking me inside. So I thought of taking a walk around the manor and join her little dance.”

“Is she still moving around?” Barbara approached Vivian with a grin. She removed her gloves before placing a hand on Vivian’s very pregnant belly and waited. Nothing.

“I think she’s tired herself now. Sorry, Babs,” Vivian shrugged.

Barbara pouted and said, “So unfair.”

“We’re about to make breakfast, wanna join us?” Dick asked.

“Okay,” Vivian yawned. “I’d like some pancakes.”

Tim chuckled, “Pancakes it is.”

“Jason’s recipe.”

Jason smiled smugly at his brothers and went to the kitchen where Alfred was already waiting. When he got there he asked the man to sit down and rest while he handled their food. Alfred wasn’t getting any younger after all.

Bruce approached his wife and led her to the sitting room to wait for the food to get ready. He helped her sit on the couch with her legs stretched across, and after removing his cowl, gloves and gauntlet, and utility belt, he took the place behind her so she could snuggle close to him. Vivian hummed in delight when he wrapped his arms around her and his hand on her belly.

“How was patrol?” She asked him.

“We managed to close the case with Scarface, Arnold Wesker,” replied Bruce.

“Also known as the Ventriloquist… haven't heard of him for a while now. He escaped Arkham?”

“No,” Bruce frowned. “Wesker rehabilitated and was under parol, he was working at a company in their back office, but Scarface set up an elaborate plan with his men to get Wesker back in the game.”

“I feel bad for him,” Vivian frowned. “It reminds me that not all are as bad as the Joker or Penguin. Anything else?”

“Croc and June Moon are not doing anything suspicious since that time the Enchantress came out.”

“I feel bad not being able to help with that.”

“You’re pregnant, Viv.”

“I know, but June… I could only imagine how hard it is for her to find a job — the both of them — with their records. One has a succubus as her alter ego, then the other is a crocodile.”

“How about you? How was your day?”

“Didn't I tell you about it before you went on patrol?”

Bruce chuckled. “Viv, you fell asleep right in the middle. I wasn't able to know what happened right after your nine o'clock meeting at the Wayne Foundation.”

Despite her taking her maternity leave and then her sabbatical, Vivian decided to continue her work at the Wayne Foundation, specifically the Martha Wayne Foundation.

“Right,” Vivian muttered, embarrassed that was the case. “Well, after our meeting Alfred took me to my doctor's appointment. Our little girl is healthy, I'm happy to say. And then we met with Veronica who invited me for lunch, she wanted to throw a joint baby shower since she found out she was also having a girl we could have a shared theme. Then we went home where I took a nap… also, aside from my back killing me, my boobs also feel like they're about to explode.”

He thought he was discreet when he took a peek, but Vivian said, “Here, you can feel it for yourself,” he took his hand and carefully placed it on her breast.

“They are bigger than normal,” Bruce muttered. “Is there a way to help with that?”

“If I use a pump I'll just start producing milk before the baby's here,” Vivian muttered. “I just have to wait until she comes… they say breastfeeding hurts like hell. I even heard my Mom say it hurts sometimes.”

“Do you want to consider not breastfeeding?”

“I want to do it. What's a little pain?” Vivian chuckled. “It'll be all worth it for her – did you feel that?”

Bruce smiled. “I did,” he said as he felt another kick. Though he felt bad that Vivian was wincing in pain whenever there was a kick or when the baby was moving around, he always enjoyed feeling her kicking against his palm or sometimes “stretching” with all the movement happening. One time he woke up to the sound of Vivian gasping in the sudden pain of the baby moving around, it was then he saw the movement in her belly. She calls it “stretching” or “dancing”, and while it did hurt, she enjoys seeing their baby move around.

“She's active today,” Bruce said as the baby kept moving.

“Because she misses you,” Vivian rest her head at the crook of his neck. “We miss you.”

“Sometimes I wonder if I should also take a sabbatical,” Bruce suddenly said.

“From work?”

“From the League.”

“Does the Justice League offer that too?” Vivian chuckled.

“It was just a thought. Clark had the luxury of flying as fast as the speed of light whenever he's needed by the league or when Lois needs him. Me? I know I'm not as fast as Superman nor as strong as him, so it would mean me missing out on moments like these. But whenever I think about taking a break, my mind will be filled with possibilities and what ifs.”

“You'll be here but you won't be,” Vivian whispered. “It's okay if you want to continue with your work with the Justice League, Bruce. They need Batman. I'm proud of what you do, I just want you to promise us that you'll be back from wherever the League throws you to. Gotham needs Batman… and I know that you need Batman for peace of mind too.”

Bruce pressed a kiss on her temple and rest his head against hers. “Thank you, Viv.”

Viviann smiled and held his hand. “Also, you're stronger than Superman.”

“I highly doubt it.”

“If not by physical strength with this,” Vivian tapped on his temple. “You can find a way to take down a Kryptonian… hell, you have an entire contingency to take down the League. And me.”

Bruce frowned. “You gave me the thing that would subdue you.”

The Spear of Destiny.

“I know, just saying. You’re stronger than any of them.”

A smile crept to his lips as he remembered the time the cave was compromised and all of his files on how to subdue every member of the Justice League were used by the Legion of Doom against them. But that smile fell when he remembered how he was trapped in his father's coffin, how if Vivian had only come home earlier that time Bane would have gotten her too. Luckily she came back minutes after Bane had fled the scene and the moment she stepped foot in the manor, she claimed that she felt a disturbance in the air. Specifically in the graves. Out of instinct she ran to the private cemetery of the Waynes and found the freshly dug plots of land.

She had dug him out of that grave and pulled him from his father's coffin, horrified that such a thing had happened then. After that, he had subdued Bane, the issue of the man knowing about Batman's identity concerned them but after seeing a report about his medical condition, the TN-1 has been causing severe memory loss and as gradually declining mental capacity, which caused him to remember less and less.

Remembering that brought a chill down Bruce's spine. What if Bane remembered? It would put them all in danger. It would put Vivian and their daughter in danger. What if someone else found out? Someone worse, like the Joker. He can't stomach the thought of the horrific possibilities that the Joker would subject Vivian and their daughter to. Especially not after what the Joker did to Barbara.

The sudden kiss on his lips pulled Bruce from the deep and dark thoughts in his mind and brought him back to the present.

“You were thinking again and not in a good way,” Vivian said against his lips.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered and kissed her again. “It was a passing thought.”

“Tell me, Bruce.”

“It's nothing.”

“Please,” Vivian kissed his knuckles. “It would help clear your mind, and it would ease mine.”

Bruce adjusted himself in the seat and had her settle between his legs so she was fully in his protected embrace. with his arms acting as shields. “I remember the night Bane came and trapped me in my father's coffin, how he caught me off guard and easily beaten me… and that wasn't even the first time.”

Vivian frowned. “The first time I thought he had killed you,” she remembered the time the villain broke his back. “I was so scared then.”

“You brought me back. You helped with my healing… If you had gotten home earlier that night, I don't even want to think what he would have done to you. And if Bane managed to find out about the Batman's identity, who knows who else can find out too. The Riddler knows and he's just keeping that secret for his own gain and the fact you literally threatened to trap him in an eternal waking.”

A dream where he would keep waking up from one nightmare to another. An eternal slumber.

Bruce remembered that case too well, when Riddler was going on and on about finding out Batman's identity because of the one little tell he had.

“I knew it!” The Riddler said then, mocking them with his grin. “I knew from that moment who the Batman was. That day when you threw yourself at her,” he pointed at Vivian. “I knew that Batman was Bruce Wayne. It's so pathetic and cliche! I can't believe the biggest riddle there is solved because Batman is so scared to lose his fuck bud--”

Before anyone could register what was happening, the Riddler was pushed against the wall of the building with iron rods securing him to it while hanging upside-down. Vivian's eyes glowed gold then and she walked up to him, looking him in the eye as she said, “One word about this and I will put you in one of your puzzles that you can't escape,” her voice laced with an echo. She was pissed. Very pissed. And Batman knew not to interfere when she was this pissed but he was ready if she was to take it too far. She placed her hand on Riddler's forehead and for a moment the man was silent, it was the first time he was silent. He wasn't sure what Vivian showed the Riddler but it scared the criminal to agree to her terms and until now Riddler hasn't revealed Batman's identity.

Back on the couch, Vivian rubbed her thumb in circles on his hand. “It's not Riddler that worries you.”

“It's not. It's him. Joker. Riddler found out about me because I had a tell, who knows who else found out about it too.”

“You worked hard to get rid of that tell, Bruce… and I've been working hard to make sure you don't have to always swoop in and save me. I can now stop bullets like it's second nature, I can now teleport from place to place – and from one world to another. You don't have a tell anymore.”

“But what about with her? I don't know if I can hold myself back if they ever go after her.”

“That's why I'm here too. You're not the only one who will battle demons to protect her,” Vivian filled the gaps between his fingers. “I will too… Joker will not harm our family ever again. Please, stop thinking about those things. You're not alone in protecting our family. We're literally a team in this manor. You and the Robins on the offense, and Alfred and I on the defense. Literally too with the magical shield I placed around the manor, along with your really expensive security.”

Bruce chuckled. “You're right.”

The knock on the shelf had the couple turn to the door. It was Dick.

“Sorry to ruin the moment,” he smirked. “Breakfast is ready.”

“Alright, kiddo. Mind helping me up?” Vivian sheeply held out her arms to him.

Laughing, Dick pulled Vivian from the couch and placed a hand on her belly. “Nothing. So unfair,” he sighed.

“She was dancing like there was no tomorrow earlier,” Vivian chuckled.

“You’re still in there and yet you're already messing with your big brother, huh?” Dick playfully glared at the bump.

Settling in the dining table, Vivian sat at the head while Bruce took her usual spot to the right. Barbara wanted to sit next to her so she could be closer to the baby, she had to battle Jason for it too. The pancakes were served, and from Alfred he placed a small plate of alfredo pasta on the side.

“I have reheated the pasta from lunch earlier with Ms. Vreeland, Ms. Vivian,” said Alfred. “I recall your craving for it earlier.”

“What brought that craving?” Duke asked, really curious.

Vivian chuckled. “While Alfred and I were going on with our errands, I mentioned to him that I wanted to name the baby after him, but then when we checked the feminine version of ‘Alfred’ it was Alfreda, and it reminded me of alfredo pasta… then I suddenly had a craving for alfredo pasta. So, I got that yesterday.”

“While I appreciate the thought and am very honored, Ms. Vivian. I think it best not to use the name,” Alfred smiled.

“We'll think of something that won't sound like food,” Bruce told him, jokingly.

“Now I want alfredo pasta,” Dick grumbled.

“So do I,” Tim muttered.

Jason groaned. “You cook then — oh wait, that's right, neither of you can't!”

~*~

It woke her in the middle of the night and in a very unfortunate circumstance. Bruce still hasn't come back from patrol.

Getting up, Vivian took a breath as she felt the contraction starting and Vivian wasn't sure what to do. “Okay, we can do this,” she whispered to herself and the baby that was ready to come out. Reaching for her phone, she called for Alfred who she felt bad for waking from his nap. When the man answered, asking if there was something wrong, she replied: “Alfred, I need Bruce. It's time.”

She got up from bed and started pacing around and changed her clothes to something that was more appropriate for when she gets to the hospital, but also comfortable. She also got the bag that she and Bruce prepared for the occasion arises.

“I shall inform Master Bruce, Ms. Vivian. Please hold on tight, I'll be with you shortly,” said Alfred and the call ended.

“Yeah, not like there's anything we could do now, huh?” Vivian said to her bump. “Okay, we'll wait here for your Dad and when he gets here we'll – I don't know,” she paced around the room. “Drive the Batmobile to the hospital? Is that allowed? I'm not sure. This is still early labor, so we'll sit tight here until contractions are five minutes apart, right? Or is it when my water breaks? I'm not sure. Shit, I'm panicking right now,”

Her phone rang and Vivian answered it and placed it on speaker: “Hello my love!” Vivian called out just as a contraction happened again.

“I'm on my way back, hang on tight,” Bruce answered. He sounded like he was swinging from building to building.

“Take your time! Just want to give you a heads up — by the way, what did the doctor say about us going to the hospital? Was it when the contractions are five minutes apart or when my water breaks?”

“Either of those situations, Viv,” Bruce reminded her.

“Oh, okay. Well, contractions are not five minutes apart and my water is still intact so, yeah take your time,” Vivian winced. “Hey is Dick there?”

“No, but I can connect you,” Bruce said. After a few seconds she heard Dick's voice saying: “Viv, we heard. Batman's on his way back, we'll make sure the streets are clear when you head to the hospital.”

“I really need you here right now, kiddo,” Vivian whimpered. “I'm fucking scared right now. What if something goes wrong and I… I can't… I don't think I can…”

“I know, Mom. But you can do it, I promise everything will be alright,” Dick reassured her. “Is Alfred there with you?”

Just in time the door opened and Alfred came in with hot towels and his coat on, ready to drive her to the hospital.

“He is,” Vivian answered.

Vivian walked around the sitting room as they waited for the signs to head to the hospital. Alfred was with her the entire time with his eye on his watch to time the intervals of her contractions. When the pain was increasing and Alfred noticed the shortened intervals, he informed her that they needed to head to the hospital and he'll start the car.

“Bruce, get here now. Please — ah!” Vivian called out.

“Vivian, what's wrong?!” Batman asked.

“Nothing to worry about, Master Bruce,” Alfred returned and helped Vivian to the mantle where she could hold onto. “Ms. Vivian's water just broke. I'll be assisting her to the car now and drive her to the hospital.”

They heard Batman curse.

“Don't worry too much,” Vivian sniffled. “I'm calming down now, just meet us there, okay?”

“We will. Keep the line open while on the way,” said Batman.

“Okay,” Vivian whispered as she changed to a new pair of underwear. She placed on her bluetooth device and hid her phone before joining Alfred out the door where he held the bag.

The drive to the hospital was the fastest that Vivian ever experienced. Leave it to Alfred to drive like a madman while feeling safe inside the car. Arriving there, they were taken in by the nurses immediately and contacted Vivian's doctor.

Bruce arrived at the hospital dressed in his civilian clothes. Entering the room where Vivian was admitted, he was relieved when he saw her sitting bed but concerned when she was still in pain.

“Master Bruce!” Alfred got up to give him the seat. “Ms. Vivian refused the epidural.”

Bruce went to her side and took her hands. “Why did you refuse the epidural?” He asked her.

Vivian shook her head as she held back the tears. “I don't want to risk it. I want to be here — I want to know what's happening,” she bit her lip to hold back the sob. “I don't want anything to go wrong.”

She wanted to have control when it happens.

Understanding her decision, Bruce sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arm around her. “Okay, I'm here. I'm right here,” he whispered to her.

“Where's the boys? Cassandra?” Vivian asked.

“They're tying up loose ends. Dick and Jason made sure the roads were clear for you,” Bruce chuckled. “They'll be here soon.”

Vivian laughed through the pain. “I can't believe they did that.”

Alfred excused himself from the room, informing the couple that he shall wait for Dick and the others at the reception if ever they decide to barge in.

“We haven't really decided on the names, have we?” Vivian said.

“We haven't,” Bruce cradled her head that rest on his shoulder. “Have you thought of any?”

“I like the name you suggested last time.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Vivian gasped in pain. “But maybe we can decide when I'm not in severe pain too.”

Bruce laughed. “That would be great.”

Hours passed and eventually it was time for Viviann to push. Bruce stayed at her side the entire time as she went into labor, giving her the strength she needed. As soon as it started, the Robins arrived, all in their civilian attire and bringing gifts as they ran into the hospital and met Alfred outside. They were forced to wait out the hall, entertaining themselves with anything they could do.

Jason and Tim were having a war against the vending machine that ate their dollar and got the food stuck right in the middle. Damian was getting a lecture from Alfred that he got his shirt inside and out. Cass was listening to some classical music with her earbuds while resting on Stephanie. Duke eventually helped Jason and Tim and got their food unstuck. Dick was sitting there, resting on Barbara's shoulder as he waited anxiously to hear from his surrogate parents for good news. It has to be good news.

When Vivian's cries of pain as she pushed finally ceased, Dick got up quickly and was met by one of the nurses that went out to give them the good news. The baby and the mother were alright.

Hearing the news, Dick felt tears fall down his cheeks. It was surreal to hear such happy news. The last time he was sitting there and the doctor came out to give the news it broke their hearts. But now knowing that Vivian and the baby are safe, that they were alright and alive, he couldn't help but shed tears of happiness and relief.��

~*~

Vivian couldn't believe that she was holding her baby. Sitting beside her on the bed, with arm around them, Bruce brushed his daughter's black hair and her cheek, he too couldn't believe it. But here she was. Their little girl, sleeping soundly in their arms, when earlier she was crying her lungs out. Bruce was given the chance to cut the umbilical cord and hold their daughter the moment she came out crying, and showed her to Vivian.

“Vivian, she's here, our daughter's here,” he said to her then as he placed their child against Vivian's cheek, as per her request.

“My darling girl,” Vivian cried. “Mama's here. I'm right here.”

Now, here they were holding their daughter as she slept and unable to put her down for one second.

Bruce placed a kiss on Vivian's temple and said: “Thank you… thank you for her.”

Vivian nuzzled to the base of his neck and held their daughter close. “It was a team effort,” she joked. “She has your hair, I can't wait to see her eyes when she opens them.”

“She has your eyes, Viv. I saw them. They're beautiful. She's beautiful.”

The door of their private room opened, the nurse informed them that their family wishes to see them.

“Let them in,” Vivian said while her gaze was fixed on the baby.

Damian was the first to enter and he went straight to the bedside to see his new sister. “She looks so small.”

“I know,” Vivian laughed.

“Congratulations, Viv,” Dick said as he came to their side to see the baby as well, with him were Jason and Tim who were impatient to get a glimpse of the baby.

The baby finally opened her eyes and revealed brown eyes that were so much like her mother's. And maybe it was just muscle movement but they were sure she smiled when she saw them all. Well, Damian claims that was the case.

“What's her name?” Duke asked.

Vivian turned to Bruce, gesturing for him to tell them of the name they agreed on.

“Valerie,” he said. “Valerie Pryor-Wayne.”

Dick chuckled and got out his gift. It was a Batman onesie. “Welcome to the family, kiddo. Gotta have the costume, you know?”

Valerie made a sound and then started moving around that had Vivian adjust the child in her hold so she could feed her.

“Those who are mature enough to watch me feed a baby, stay. Those who still don't want to see my boob, turn around,” she told them as she loosened her gown.

Most of them turned around.

Valerie stopped making a fuss as Vivian let her feed. With the family turned away, Bruce took the chance to kiss Vivian on the lips.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” Vivian whispered back. “Are you ready for our new adventure, Batman? This is going to be tougher than the others.”

“With you, I'm always ready.”

#batman #batman x reader #fanfic #dc fanfic #bruce wayne #batman fanfiction #batfam #dc universe

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batshotcrazy · 2 months ago

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arranged marriage - bruce wayne

authors note : italics and in blue is readers thoughts btw

summary : a marriage for show

pairing : bruce wayne x gn!reader

part one here, part two here, part four here (in progress)

previously :

bruce noticed your nervous behavior, the way you picked at your fingers and bit your lip. he wasn't oblivious to what that meant. raising an eyebrow as you shook your head, your body language betrayed you. "bullshit," he said bluntly. "you're hiding something. i can tell."

you take a deep breath, and the more you think about this whole arranged marriage, the more you feel like you can't go through with it. "i can't do this," you say.

bruce's expression grew more serious as he saw you take a deep breath. he could tell something was off. sitting up straighter in his chair, he fixed his gaze on you. "can't do what?" he asked sharply. "be more specific."

you take a deep breath and fold your arms as you walk away, feeling his blue eyes piercing into your soul, making you even more anxious. "this whole situation bruce, everything."

bruce's eyes tracked you as you walked away, his face growing more stern. he noticed the anxiety on your face, and it frustrated him that you wouldn't come out with what was on your mind. rising from his chair, he loomed over you. "this whole thing ?" he echoed, is voice icy. "you'll need to be clearer. i'm fed up with your evasiveness."

"this arranged marriage bruce," you say firmly, turning to face him with your arms still crossed. he looks surprised and takes a moment to think before crossing his own arms and leaning back. the longer you look at him, the stronger these feelings, or whatever they are, become. you have to turn away to maintain your composure.

the room was filled with tension as your words lingered. bruce seemed surprised by your sudden revelation, instinctively crossing his arms as he took in what you said. he stood silently for a moment, his thoughts racing. he hadn't anticipated you mentioning the arranged marriage so bluntly and was unsure of how to react. he noticed your reaction too, seeing you look away, trying to stay "together".

he examined your face, trying to figure out what you were thinking. "why are you bringing this up now ?"he asked, his voice tinged with frustration and curiosity. "we agreed to this a long time ago. it's too late to back out now."

you scoff and shake your head. "that's all you care about, that damn deal bruce," you say, clearly annoyed. taking another deep breath, you move to sit in the chair he was just in, unable to look at him any longer.

bruce's irritation grew as you scoffed and shook your head. it wasn't just the deal that concerned him, but wasn't ready to share his true thoughts. he watched you sit in the chair he had just vacated, feeling a part of him wanting to stop you but deciding against it. he stayed standing, arms crossed, his annoyance intensifying. "you still didn't answer me," he said firmly. "why are you bringing this up now ?"

he could see the frustration on your face, matching his own feelings at the moment. he wanted an answer and wasn't going to let you avoid the question. "are you unhappy with the arrangement ?" he asked, his voice still firm. "is that what this is about ?"

"because feelings are in the way," you say quietly, just loud enough for him to hear. you turn the chair away from him, unable to look at him for another second.

bruce's eyes narrowed as you turned the chair away. feelings ? what did you mean by that ? he stepped closer, driven by curiosity and frustration. "what kind of feelings ?" he asked, his tone almost demanding.

"what do you think bruce ? this whole argument is because of it," you say as you get up and walk out of the study, heading back to your room and passing alfred on the way.

bruce watched you leave, feeling more conflicted than ever because of your words. your outburst caught him off guard, making him realize that perhaps he had been too harsh before. frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair, regretting not noticing how his words affected you. as he leaned back against his desk, he heard alfred's concerned voice from the door. "is everything alright, master wayne ?" alfred asked, clearly worried.

bruce sighed in defeat, his shoulders drooping as he glanced at alfred. "it's just a disagreement, alfred," he said tiredly. "nothing for you to worry about." he moved away from the desk and wandered over to the bookshelf, pretending to examine the leather-bound books, though his mind was clearly elsewhere.

alfred gave bruce a knowing look, not convinced by his excuse. "master wayne," he said softly, "i've known you for a long time, and i can always tell when something is bothering you." alfred stepped further into the study, stopping a few feet away. "what's really troubling you about this disagreement ?"

bruce looked at alfred, his eyes showing a touch of vulnerability. he knew alfred was perceptive and that there was no use in trying to deceive him. he sighed deeply, leaning back against the bookshelf. "it's this whole marriage arrangement," he confessed, running a hand through his hair. "things are ... more complicated than i expected."

alfred raised an eyebrow, noting the unusual vulnerability in bruce's tone. "complicated how, sir ?" he asked, crossing his arms.

bruce sighed again in frustration, his thoughts still spinning. "it's ... her," he said, his voice tinged with what sounded like confusion. "she's getting under my skin, alfred. i can't control my emotions around her, and it's driving me crazy."

alfred listened silently, his face expressionless. he had watched Bruce navigate many relationships, but none seemed to impact him like this one. "can i ask what exactly about her is causing such a strong reaction, sir ?" he inquired. "is she saying or doing something specific that's making this so difficult for you ?"

bruce frowned, his jaw tightening as he thought it over. "she's stubborn, and she won't just accept things the way i want her to," he said, his voice tinged with irritation. "she's always defying me and questioning my actions, and it's like she has this unique ability to get under my skin." he ran a hand through his hair again, feeling the tension rise within him. "and then, on top of all that ... there's this strange, almost magnetic pull i feel towards her," he admitted reluctantly.

bruce shook his head, attempting to dismiss those thoughts. "but it doesn't matter," he said firmly, his voice regaining its usual hardness. "this is just a business arrangement, and there's no room for feelings in it."

alfred raised an eyebrow at bruce's response, clearly unconvinced. "is it possible that in your effort to convince yourself this is purely a business arrangement, you've blinded yourself to the possibility of something more ?" he asked gently.

bruce bristled at the suggestion, his jaw tightening. "no, alfred," he said firmly, leaving no room for debate. "i know what this is. it's a business deal. nothing more." he turned away from alfred, walked over to the desk, and resumed his usual stoic demeanor. he didn't want to discuss it any further.

alfred studied bruce's face, noting the determination etched in his features. he realized there was no point in pressing the matter further at the moment. "very well, master wayne," he said neutrally. "just remember, sometimes it's worth stepping back and re-evaluating things from a different perspective." with that, alfred turned and left the room, leaving bruce alone with his brooding thoughts once again.

bruce watched alfred leave the room, feeling his frustration build. he knew alfred meant well, but he wasn't in the mood for philosophical advice. leaning back in his chair, he stared at the ceiling. maybe alfred was right, and he had been so focused on seeing this arrangement as purely business that he had shut down any other possibilities. but that didn't matter, he told himself. feelings had no place in this arrangement. end of story.

time skip to later that night

you toss and turn in bed not able to get comfortable, the fight you and bruce had today keeps running through your mind, it's the only thing you can think abt did he really just think of this whole thing as a business deal ? nothing more? am i just a piece of eye candy for him and the public ? you make your way downstairs and into the kitchen to get a drink and sit in the backyard in hopes to get your mind off of the whole situation.

bruce, still stewing from the argument earlier, didn't notice you walking into the kitchen and heading outside at first. he had been pacing the halls, unable to shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled over him. his mind kept replaying the conversation over and over. as he walked past the window, he happened to glance outside and saw you sitting on the back porch.

you sit in the lawn chair and close your eyes and try thinking abt anything but the argument but even still it's all you can think abt, the silence and cool air does help a little bit to help you relax but your mind is still racing a mile a minute.

bruce kept watching you through the window. seeing you sitting there with your eyes closed, trying to relax, tugged at something deep inside him. he couldn't explain it, but he felt an almost overwhelming urge to come out and comfort you, to apologize for his harsh words. but he held back, letting his logical side win over his emotions. instead, he kept watching me from inside, his eyes fixed on your tense form.

finding it hard to unwind, you start to get annoyed. you open your eyes and stare blankly into the distance, your eyes welling up. his words keep replaying in your mind: "this is all business, there's no place for feelings or intimacy. i just need you to act like a happy wife in public, that's all. nothing more." if it's just business and no emotions, maybe he should find a different 'wife’ ? you begin to sniffle even more.

unknowingly, bruce's face softened when he noticed the tears forming in your eyes. he could see the hurt and frustration written all over your face, clearly showing the impact of his harsh words. he muttered a curse under his breath, his heart tightening at the sight of your sorrow. even though he tried to remain distant, he couldn't ignore the growing guilt and concern inside him.

he inhaled deeply, and before he knew it, he was heading out of the house and into the backyard. as he got closer, he saw your shoulders trembling with silent sobs. seeing you so broken and alone pulled even harder at his heart.

he halted a few feet from you, unsure of what to say. he wanted to comfort you, but his pride and stubbornness kept him from doing so. he just stood there in silence, watching you and battling with his conflicting emotions.

you sensed someone behind you and wiped your nose. "i'm okay, alfred, you can go," you said without turning around, unable to face him considering your current state.

bruce sighed and stepped closer, the grass crunching under his feet. "it's not alfred," he said softly, his voice a mix of gentleness and roughness. "it's me."

you froze, your body stiffening as you recognized his voice. slowly, you turned your head to face him, your tear-streaked face revealing the intense emotions within you. bruce's eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, he was captivated. seeing your tear-filled eyes pulled at his heart in a way he hadn't expected.

"what do you want ?" you ask, attempting to appear somewhat composed in front of him.

bruce inhaled deeply, his face showing signs of inner turmoil. witnessing your vulnerability and distress affected him, making it difficult to keep up his usual indifferent facade. "i just ..." he started, his voice wavering slightly. "i saw you out here and ... i wanted to check if you're okay."

"i'm fine." you don't even look at him as you say it. you turn to stand up and head back inside, knowing that if you talk to him any longer tonight, you’ll break down even more.

as you stood up to head inside, bruce instinctively reached out and grabbed your arm, halting you. "no, you're not," he said firmly, though his voice carried a note of concern. "you've been out here crying, and you look like you're about to fall apart. please, don't lie to me."

"i'm not in the mood right now, bruce." you pull your arm back and walk inside.

bruce followed you inside, quickening his pace to keep up with you. "you can't just keep avoiding me every time we disagree," he said, frustration evident in his voice. "this is childish."

you stop dead in your tracks and turn to him. "childish ? i'm being childish ?" the anger and hurt in your voice are clear, and you start tearing up even more.

bruce flinched at the hurt and anger in your voice, but he pressed on. "yes, it's childish. this constant running away and avoiding me whenever you can. it's childish and solves nothing. we need to talk about this."

you scoff at his words. "no, this whole 'arranged marriage' is what's childish, bruce." we stand in silence for a moment.

bruce's jaw tightened at your words, his frustration growing. he hated that you kept bringing up that this was an arrangement. "you knew the circumstances before we started this," he said, his voice strained. "it was never meant to be a love story or a fairytale. it's just a business deal, nothing more."

"nothing more" those two words repeat in your head once more "right, this is all business, there's no room for feelings or intimacy and you just need me to play the part of a happy wife in public, that's all. nothing more." a slight pause "maybe this whole arranged marriage, oh wait sorry this whole business transaction wasn't a good idea." you go to walk away but stop, "maybe you should find a different wife that can do it better bc i'm done." you say as you walk away back to your room.

bruce's heart ached as you repeated his words, his guilt and regret intensifying. seeing the hurt and anger in your eyes was tearing him apart. "wait ! (they don’t love you like i love you)" he called out, taking a step forward, desperate to stop you from walking away. "please, just hear me out for a moment."

"no, bruce, i'm done. done," you say as the tears well up again and your voice starts to tremble. "i can't do it anymore."

bruce's heart hurts as he saw the tears streaming down your face again, the sound of your voice breaking like a knife twisting in his chest. he stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do. this wasn't how he wanted things to turn out. after a few moments of silence, he spoke, his voice rough but with a touch of vulnerability. "just ... stop. stop for a minute and let me talk. please."

you shake your head and sigh. "talk about what, bruce ? how this is just a business deal with no feelings involved and how i should've known what i was getting into ? thanks, but i've heard that enough times from you today. save it."

with a growl of frustration, bruce stepped closer. "that's not what i want to say, damn it. just listen !" he snapped, his emotions starting to boil over. he moved even closer, standing so near that he had to look down to meet your eyes. "you think this is easy for me ? you think i don't feel conflicted about all of this ? that i don't have feelings too ?"

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #batman #batman x reader #bruce wayne x you #batman x you #the batman #dcu #dc comics #dc universe #gotham #nellytalks #batshotcrazy

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vanillablankcanvas · 11 months ago

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Part 1 Trolls Headcanons/ Theories/ Thoughts/ Ideas

Part2 Part3 Part4 Part5 Part6 Part7 Part8 Part9 Part10

Trolls - in general Trolls are pretty rare outside their usual kingdoms and it's considered good luck to meet one.

Brozone - drastically changed their looks coz they hate that they used to dress the same.

Bruce - one of those dads who would get a new barbeque and show off all the cool features to the other local dads.

Bruce - "No kids, we're not keeping that stray animal, end of story, no way..." - 1 week later and he's giving it kisses and building it an over the top kennel with a heated blanket and a water fountain.

Bruce - (canon?) carried all their eggs, indirect reason why his hair is so big. (Side note - I read somewhere someone called all their kids 'The Bakers Dozen' and I frigging love that)

Floyd - solo career after he left Brozone - all his songs were PINK FLOYD SONGS! (Maybe that could've been his stage name?)

Floyd - his hair is naturally pink but JD made him make it redder because 'we're a boyband and pink is a girls colour'

John Dory - has embarrassing baby pictures of his brothers as leverage

John Dory - over-exaggerates his retellings of stories "I fought off 30 no no no 40 snakes with one hand behind my back."

John Dory - always casually asking Poppy, Brandy and Viva to marry him, over small things too "Brandy, these pancakes are delicious, marry me."

Clay - writes long and very detailed critical reviews of restaurants

Clay - has reading glasses. Probably the ones that attach magnetically at the nose ridge.

Clay - labels everything (labelmaker is to Clay as Gary is to Branch)

Clay - very into color coded itineraries and always know everyone's business "Poppy is currently at Smidge's pod doing her hair" "How could you possibly know that?" "I have my sources."

Clay - also a notary and registered marriage celebrant

Clay - hair was always naturally green but JDs hair was already green. JD said he had to be yellow for the band, they needed that color coordinated group vibe.

Clay - has drafts for his own book series

Clay - actually plays golf

Clay - gets clumsy when trying to impress someone he admires (imagine him meeting King Peppy and he just knocks things over)

Clay - competitive af - brothers know better than to verse him at anything - has an over the top victory dance

Viva - that concept art of tiny Viva is the age she was when they escaped the Troll Tree. So like 15 maybe?

Viva - wants to make up for all the missed holidays/birthdays/parties with Poppy so she is constantly popping out from places with gifts yelling SURPRISE!

Branch - for Pop Trolls - being in a famous singing group is the equivalent of being a recognized expert in your field. So the fact that Branch is in TWO famous boy bands is like he has several PhDs.

Branch - Kismet formed inside a group home for Trollings

Poppy and Vivas mother - my theory is that they managed to keep princess Viva a secret from the Bergens. They chose the Queen for Trollstice when they discovered what they thought was her first egg. The Troll Tree escape plan came about when Chef promised the new royal trolling for the young Bergen prince.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls floyd #trolls john dory #trolls branch #trolls brozone #trolls viva #trolls clay #trolls bruce #trolls queen poppy #queen poppy

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superbat-love · 2 years ago

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When Bruce and Clark announced their relationship, Bruce's sons were apprehensive. They were hesitant about their dad entering a long-term relationship after his tumultuous romantic history. Gaining acceptance from Bruce's family was challenging, but Clark made an effort to get along.

Jason surprised everyone by being the first to accept their relationship. He showed up unannounced at Clark's apartment and tried to stab a half-asleep and bewildered Clark. After an hour of chaotic chase, Jason declared that Clark had passed some sort of test and left.

Damian initially disliked Clark, ambushing him with batarangs to the head and adding explosives to his meals which gave him a stomachache. But Clark's patience and warmth eventually won Damian over, making their antics seem like a tradition now.

Tim, with his suspicious mind, feared for Bruce's safety. He schemed to break them up, attempting to get the government to capture Superman or instigate a marriage between Superman and an off-world alien. It took careful stalking and interrogations observation and numerous conversations for Tim to trust Clark.

Despite Dick and Clark’s close friendship, Dick took a long time to accept their relationship. Having witnessed the impact of Bruce's past romances, Dick was fiercely protective. He would casually ask Clark questions with a cheerful demeanor, only to reveal an intense gaze that seemed to peer into Clark's soul.

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i-yap · 7 months ago

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omg you are also south indian!!!! i find it really hard to find south indians on here, could you do the batboys reacting to reader wearing traditionally indian clothing for a wedding they are attending???

Im north Indian with a little spanish in me shifting to NY actually but yea the indian dc fanfic community is smaller. I love the idea of a traditional indian s/o with Jason particularly. Dick with someone spanish , tim with an African American, Damian with caucasion and bruce with someone asian. Idk why Thats just How I imagine it. Its in no way a canon to their character or a generalization of people from a culture but the cultures ,and norms and values of these cultures really suit the batboys. Hope this isn't offensive. So Im just going to do batboys x reader in a family event .

Batboys(tim, dick, jason , bruce)x y/n - At a family event

Dick Grayson

is also dressed in your cultural's traditional clothes. Dick has traveled all over the world and he likes seeing you in your traditional clothes. Being comfortable in your traditional wear, being in "your element" . He charms up all your family members, no-one even calls him the white boyfriend anymore . The women also hit on him( of all age groups srsly) He is part of the family by the end( or within 5 mins) of the night . Dont be surprised when you find him and your family laughing about what jokes your parents are going to make at your wedding. He isn't even nervous before going. He is a real charmer and you couldn't be prouder.

Jason todd

doesnt want to go. Really thinks your family wont like him and they probably wont the first time they meet him. Will still wear his leather jacket but at least he wore a white shirt and clean jeans? He even agreed to take the car rather then the bike. Will stop complaining the moment he sees you in your element. Like goddess pro max what even , so ethereal ,the world is shaking . Staring dialed up to 100/10 . plus his complaining was never serious to start with. He wants you to have a family, be connected to your background,. Its just one of the things that make you you and he wont change a single hair on you. Will probably get insecure ( I get set up or marriage proposal talks when I go to family functions - just indian girl things I hate it tbh. And I've noticed its a thing in a lot of cultures) because he'll think that you deserve that traditional life with people who 'get you" but no one will ever get you the way he does and you just need to remind him of that. He is a bit broody , tall and just kind of sticks by you . The men and boys of the group are probably fascinated by him so as the night goes he starts getting more comfortable around them. The kids lowkey like him a lot so its cute and you may get baby fever. And the older women of the group are poking at him( why the jacket? whats with that scar) and you'll have to rescue him. He'll do it all over for you though.

Tim drake-

time to put on that practiced facade. He is used to putting on a fake winning smile at those galas so imagine his surprise when his old tricks don't work at your family function. Personal space? privacy?? fake formalities?? don't exist. Bonus points if it isn't a fake rich family. But he gets to see you In a pretty clothes and he is simping, teasing you on how you look like a real girl now(but he lowkey prefers you in the geeky shirts you guys share) . he did research so like ask him the They are still very impressed by your respectful young man ( who is super rich and smart). He gets by tbh, a bit shy because he is just so not used to all this. But keep him near you, show him how to dance properly and get a few drinks in him and its a party. He loves it, your family loves him and your cousins are now his besties (don't ask when that happened). He loves having a family and it just leaves him with wonder. He is in awe of this and so grateful that you let him into your life.

Bruce wayne

does a lot of research . He knows exactly how to act, what to say and what to do. A bit cold and aloof . Still surprised by the whole chaos . But unlike tim he keeps his cool. your family is impressed by you "bagging" the rich billionaire boyfriend. If this is batman with robins ver then they are worried about the huge amount of kids he adopted and what that means for you. So uh..just mention the billion again? They ask really personal questions but bruce prepared and is so ready for it. He loves seeing you in your traditional clothes, probably encourages you to wear them casually too. As if anyone can stop you, go to galas in traditional clothes or just wear home traditional in the mansion. Over all he loves getting a peak into your life and what experiences shaped you to be the woman he loves so dearly now.

If there's anything offensive about this let me know and I will change the content or even delete the whole thing. Ive based it a little of the four different cultured families I have and the common stuff I've noticed in all of them. But I've tried keeping it as general as possible tbh. So I'm sorry if this is offending anyone.

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necrotic-nephilim · 3 months ago

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For the au ask game

What do you think would happen if damian got a crush on dick and a good while after he proposed to dick in front of the 'bat-fam', they weren't dating so obviously dick is surprised but do you think they'd get together, how would the rest react?

for the ask game!

oooh, this is fun, bc there are a lot of directions to take it, how i think i'd write it tho is-

Damian would wait until he's an adult. he knows that's when it becomes Permissible to court Dick publically. everyone's always sort of known that Damian had a childhood crush but hey, he can join the club, most of them have gone through it at some point. no one says anything, bc they assume Damian will grow out of it, and even assume he has, by the time he's an adult. maybe he's dated and had brief flings that never worked out. no one realizes how *planned out* this is for Damian. he's in it for the long haul, having distractions thrown up to throw everyone off his scent. silently sabotaging Dick's relationships in ways no one even realizes, especially not Dick. Damian has been waiting for this, and he plans to do it the way he's been raised: romance is a lifetime bond that cannot be severed, and thus, it includes marriage. i like the idea that no one *told* Damian this explicitly, but how his mother taught him about love and how he sees Western relationships naturally led him to this assumption.

when Damian properly proposes, i think everyone would be so baffled, Dick included, that it'd come across as a joke. Damian planned it in front of others on propose- he wanted to mark his territory clearly and put the social pressure on Dick to have to navigate the situation correctly. bc Dick never wants Damian to feel embarrassed or humiliated. so there's a long, tense silence. someone maybe laughs and tries to crack a joke, with Damian calmly saying he's deadly serious. he expected the ridicule and it's not getting to him. i think it's extra fun if Dick quietly asks Damian to talk in another room about this and they leave and everyone is trading jokes and comments about what Dick is saying and why on earth Damian would even do that, trying to decide if this is a weird version of a prank. so an hour later when Dick and Damian come back out and DIck is *wearing the ring*, everyone is baffled.

Dick intends to say no. he's going to be *kind* about it but of course he's saying no. Damian might be in his 20s now, but he's still a *kid* in Dick's eyes, and Dick could never see him that way. but Damian lays out his reasoning, because he expected a rejection. he's very clear about the logistical aspect of it. how he objectively makes a good partner for Dick, and how getting married would provide stability for the family dynamic as well as the legal aspect of Bruce's company. it's all so well laid out Dick can barely get a word in edge wise. Dick tries to bring up how they're basically family and Damian calming corrects him that no, Dick was only ever Bruce's ward. Damian even brings up instances where Dick expressed a romantic love. bc i do think it's fun if Dick briefly Noticed Damian in that way. never deep enough to develop a full crush, but he definitely noticed when Damian went from a scrappy kid to an adult with toned muscles and his father's jawline. and Damian concludes his speech by saying if Dick has no arguments, then Damian assumes they're proceeding. and well, Dick *has* no real arguments. besides the fact he doesn't want to, which given Damian knows there's attraction there, he's able to easily combat that argument, saying Dick does want it, he's just doubting himself. so, frustrated and not prepared for this argument, Dick says yes, mostly bc of how flustered he is.

Dick's intended plan is to show Damian how bad of an idea their relationship would be. which is what he tells everyone, saying he's just doing this so Damian can learn how terrible their relationship would be and Damian will get it all out of his system. it's like indulging a child trying to set their own bedtime and letting them so they learn why they need sleep. and that works well for about a month, until Dick is realizing, he kind of enjoys this relationship. Damian is a dotting lover, and he's *right*, that he well balances most of Dick's worst traits in a relationship. it has been canonically said that Dick would do best with a partner like Bruce and well, what's Damian if not a more feral clone of Bruce. he has the same intensity that Dick needs, while also respecting he can't control everything about Dick's life. he doesn't expect or demand intimacy of any kind out of Dick, but Dick somehow finds himself sleeping in Damian's arms. (i'm a fan of Damian being a brickhouse as an adult and actually slightly larger than Dick) their first kiss isn't a surprise, bc Damian calmly asks if he can kiss Dick, what's surprising is that Dick says yes before he even thinks about it. he tells himself he's just curious. and it's a *good* kiss, which is even more frustrating. it's the sort of kiss where his hands wander and he's pulling Damian into his lap before Damian pulls away and calmly says he needs consent from Dick to go further. which makes Dick go pink bc, all of this was *not* how this was supposed to go. this was supposed to be a bluff, and now he thinks he's actually dating Damian.

the reactions would take a while to settle in. everyone still sees this as a ridiculous thing that'll blow over, eventually. bc Dick promised this wasn't a *real* thing and well, it *sounds* so ridiculous it can't really sink in. Damian's at that age where he's *just* now transitioning into being seen as an adult by the family. everyone who's on the younger side of the family will know, there's when you become an adult legally, and then there's when you become an adult socially, and those are very different times. Damian's just on the cusp, where a lot of the Batfam still see him as a kid. so it's difficult to grasp that he's old enough to be dating, let alone dating Dick. the longer it lasts the more the hidden laughs become shared looks as it sinks in. i think Bruce wouldn't know *how* to react. so many emotions just cancel out to the point that if he's asked, he just walks out of a room. Tim would be on the more negative side of reactions, whereas Cass is on the more positive. it's heavily varied, with the typical concerns being brought up. but no one can really *do* anything about it. and Dick is *Dick*, he's more trusted than Bruce is by the family, so they sort of have to go along with whatever he does. and more importantly, they trust his judgment. if he's riding this out, then everyone's riding it out with them. eventually, it sort of just becomes part of the dynamic. it goes from a joke to accepted so easily no one really notices when they started taking it seriously. which is the fun of it being so normalized that they don't realize it as a Thing anymore. it's just how Damian and Dick are, which is my favorite brand of things.

#necrotic festerings #ask game #damidick #dickdami #i love these two dearly #for me i would write it as dick saying yes bc i think that's fun and has more meat #but dick saying no and it fucking everything up could also be fun.#like both are such good routes.#i just like the idea of dick saying yes and not knowing what he's gotten himself into. and so this is how i'd try to pull that off #it's such a good idea anon #i love unrequited dickdami so dearly esp when it turns requited and neither expect it.#and i love damian having a long thought out plan for getting dick bc he cannot be normal ever.#it's a 10/10.

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reigningqueenofwords · 7 months ago

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The Mrs.

Pairing: Bruce x Reader Word count: 3,015

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Part 5 of Without Me

It was your first day in your new apartment- just one week after deciding to move into together, when there was a knock at the door. Furrowing your brows, you blew a strand of hair from your face and answered. “Hello?”

There stood a leggy brunette. “Hi! I’m looking for Bruce.” She grinned.

“And you are…?” You raised an eyebrow, confused.

“Oh, I’m the Mrs.” She told you easily.

You blinked. “The Mrs….? Of who?” Did she hit her head somewhere and got confused?

“Bruce. Duh!” She shrugged.

“Who is it, babe?” Came Bruce’s voice as he moved from the back of the apartment to where you stood.

You stepped to the side. “Some crazy lady.” You shrugged, motioning to her. “Says she’s ‘your Mrs’.” You rolled your eyes. “Want me to call the building security?”

The woman raised her eyebrows at you but barely paid mind. “Bruce.” She chuckled. “You’d never call security on me.”

“I have no idea who you are.” He frowned. “How did you find this place?”

“Kyle! He always did like me.” She walked in, looking around.

You narrowed your eyes at her. “Excuse you, you can’t be in here. You don’t know Kyle.” You added. “Now get out. Or I'll remove you while my boyfriend calls security.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“You don't remember that spring break in Vegas?” she asked, pouting.

Bruce tilted his head, searching her face. “Break?” He shrugged. “Which one?”

She huffed. “It wasn’t that long ago. Barely two years.” She shrugged.

“And yet… You're just now coming around claiming this? Got a marriage license?” You snapped.

“He’s a hard man to find.” She frowned. “And of course I do!” She moved to look in her purse, handing it over to Bruce.

He lost it was he looked at it. “Fuck, I do remember….” He widened his eyes. “But…” Your heart was hammering in your chest as he showed you. “I didn't sign my name!” He was laughing so hard you had to take the paper to read his signature.

You read the scribbled line, smirking instantly. “No wonder you had trouble finding him.” You giggled. Handing her back the paper, you waved. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Bond.”

Bruce had his hands on his knees as he heaved with laughed. “Sorry, not sorry.” He waved his hand. “Oh, this is great!”

The woman looked shocked. “What?!” She screeched. She looked at the paper closely.

“You never questioned it?!” You had your hands on your hips, smirk wide. “I mean, come on!”

Bruce was squeaking. “No, truly thanks for stopping by.” He wiped his cheek. “We needed a good laugh.”

You snorted at how offended she looked. “Now, if you'll excuse us, Mrs. Bond, we are unpacking.” You pointed to the door. “Have a nice day.”

Scoffing, she stormed out.

“Mr. Bond. I need a drink.” You turned to your boyfriend. This was so going to be a running joke now.

He snorted. “Don’t get me started again, I’ll break my spleen or something.” He shook his head. “Oh, that's not something I ever would have guessed would happen!”

“Me either! I almost had a heart attack.” You shoved at him. “No more Vegas weddings, mister.” You teased.

“Not unless you’re at the end of the aisle, babe.” He pulled you by your hips. “But you deserve more than some quickie wedding.”

You looked at him in surprise. “Didn’t know you’d ever thought about it.” You admitted. “It’s cute.” You poked his chest. Smiling, you hugged him close.

“You’re cute.” He nuzzled into you, smiling as well. “Now, let's get our home set up.”

“You got it Mr. Bond.” You laughed.

He laughed and rolled his eyes playfully. “I’d be a hot Bond.” He smirked. “Admit it, you're picturing me in a suit.”

You shoved him at his smugness. “A nice three piece, yes.” You giggled.

“Knew it.” He smirked wider and lifted you. “C’mon, we’re getting the bed set up first.” He giggled his eyebrows.

“I have a perv of a boyfriend.” You said dramatically. “And he's all mine!”

He beamed as he chuckled, smothering you with wet kisses.

You were packing up to head to your childhood home, and it was his turn to be nervous. “Will I get beaten up?” He asked for the second time.

“No!” You assured him with a loving smile. “You might get loaded with questions, but nothing bad.” You kissed his cheek.

He huffed. “I’ve never really cared what people think of me until now.” He mumbled. “Ever.”

“I’m honored.” You beamed. “And proud.”

“You’ve made me mushy.” He sighed but smiled. “I'm most looking forward to this trip.”

“Same here, babe.” You kissed his shoulder. “It’ll be a great way to make memories.” You looked forward to having fun on the way to your parent’s house.

“A shit ton of pictures to take?” He smiled. “Maybe I should run out and get an actual camera!”

You giggled. “If you really want to.” You nodded. “I know you’re itching to rush out that door to get one, aren’t you?” You teased.

“You know how much I love taking pictures of you.” He pouted. “I’ll be back. I’ll even stop and grab us lunch on the way back!” He pecked your cheek.

“Fine, babe. Since you’re so adorable.” You grinned. “I’ll finish up the packing. I love you.”

“Love you, more.” He kisses your head before rushing out.

Shaking your head, you chuckled at your goofy boyfriend. He wasn’t perfect, but you wouldn’t trade him for anything. Even when you had stupid little fights. You knew your family was going to approve. And you couldn't wait.

Bruce hummed as he held the new camera, looking for some sort of gift to take to your parents. He wanted something special, which led him to the jewelry section for you.

“Need anything specific, sir?” An older saleswoman smiled at him.

He bit his lip and nodded. “Yeah, I want something for my girlfriend. Not an engagement ring, I don't want her to run off.” He chuckled. “But maybe a promise ring?”

She chuckled as well. “Very sweet. I have selections this way…” She motioned to her right. “Do you know what metal she prefers?”

“She’s special. Doesn’t like the popular stuff. Maybe a rose gold? That a thing?” He chuckled.

“Of course.” She showed him some of their rose gold rings.

He nodded and looked at all of them, grinning when he saw the perfect one. “That one. She'll love it. We're going on a trip to see her family, and she wanted to make some memories. This will be the best.”

“Young love.” She smiled approvingly, getting it with a cloth. “Special box?” She asked.

“Please.” Bruce was sure to tip her.

Everything was packed and in the living room when Bruce came home, food in hand. “Your favorite take out, m’lady.”

“Carried by my favorite guy.” You grinned, getting off the couch.

“As long as I’m always the favorite.” He chuckled, pecking your lips. “I’m gonna play with my camera.” He showed you. “I think I'm gonna get some great shots.”

“I’m glad you found a hobby to be passionate about.” You smiled. “I can't wait to see your work.”

“You’re going to be half of it, hot stuff.” He said easily. “Eat. I have something for you, too.”

You grinned and quickly got your food out, excited at that. “My brother called while you were out. He was asking if you like superheros.”

“Superhero’s? I like them.” Bruce looked at you. “He into them?” He asked as he went back to opening his camera.

“His favorite ever is Superman.” You smiled. “Like big fan!” You said fondly. “He got to meet him once, too.”

“He did? The Superman? That’s sick.” Bruce grinned. “How?”

You supposed your soda before answering. “A few years back, there was a musical I really wanted to see. We missed it in Gotham, because I was sick. So, my parents took us to Metropolis. There was a robbery on the same street, and we happened to be close enough after the fact that he was still there. He took a picture with him and everything.”

“Wow, nice guy.” He widened his eyes. “That’s so cool. I’ll be sure to ask him the story.” He was glad your brother got to meet him. “I hear he’s a nice guy.” He shrugged.

Taking a bit of your food, you sighed content. “You’re a nice guy.” You groaned. “So nice.”

He laughed. “I’ll have you remind me when you’re mad I left my dishes in the sink.” He teased.

“Just dump the milk in the sink is all I ask.” You chuckled. “Or that gets gross.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Yes ma’am.” He mock saluted, making you shaking your head at him. “Should I remember that come sippy cup time?” It was your turn to choke on a drink.

“Bruce!” You swallowed. Grabbing a napkin, you wiped your chin. “Where did that come from?”

Bruce smirked and chuckled. “You know.” He countered.

“I really don’t!” You squeaked. Neither of you had mentioned kids.

He just smirked wider to himself and set up his camera. You playfully narrowed your eyes at him before returning to your food. Now it’d be something on your mind. Was he wanting that? It made your heart pound and stomach flutter. You spaced out on that sole thought. You didn’t know how long you stared at the wall until you heard a shutter noise. Blinking, you looked over at your amused boyfriend.

“You’re hot.” He winked. “And you look so at ease when eating.”

“Well this is the best food ever so.” You took a bite for emphasis. You smiled at him as he aimed his camera again.

He laughed and happily took pictures of you.

Crawling into bed that night, you smiled at him. “We leave first thing tomorrow. You ready?”

“I actually am.” He took your hand and squeezed it. “I’ll drive first, okay?” He offered.

“Sure.” You kissed his cheek. “And I'll sing along to the radio.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He beamed. “Now come here.” He pulled you close.

You instantly curled around him, kissing his jaw. “Goodnight, babe.”

“I love you so much.” He rubbed your back. “Sleep well, beautiful.”

You blushed and nuzzled to his neck. “Love you too, handsome.” You yawned softly.

He smiled to himself and traced patterns on your back. He closed his eyes as he felt your breathing even out. He let out a breath and really hoped tomorrow went well. He had given you your ring after you ate.

“I'm done. What did my boyfriend get me?” You giggled

“Something shiny.” He teased, opening his arms for you to crawl into his lap. “And beautiful.”

You hummed in thought. “You didn’t get me an expensive stripper did you?” You teased.

He lost it. “No!” He kissed you loving.

You giggled against him. “Mm, too bad.” You smiled.

Pulling out a small box, he handed it to you.

Your smile fell slightly but you took it happily, opening it slowly before your eyes widened. “Bruce!”

He squeezed your hips. “I just wanted to give you a little something so you knew I was serious.” He said softly. “It's a promise ring.” He reaches up to cup your cheek. “I promise I only want you, and it’s just the start of how long I want to love you.”

You felt your eyes water and you hugged him. “I'm so glad you got drunk that night.”

He chuckled softly, hugging you tightly. “Me, too baby. Me too.”

That would certainly be a memory he cherished. He gently played with the ring on your finger, feeling nothing but pride. With that, he slowly drifted to sleep.

You hummed to yourself as you sipped on your coffee, Bruce happily driving. You'd been on the road for just under an hour already. “Any pee breaks?” He asked.

“Not yet.” You smiled at him. “How about we stop to stretch at the two hours mark?”

“Quickie break you mean.” He smirked. “Either way. I second that.”

“This car has no room for that!” You smacked his arm with a laugh. “Not with our stuff!” You shook your head.

“Can’t blame me for trying. Who knows when I’ll get to make you moan again. I mean, I’ll probably have to sleep on the floor at your parents, or another room?” He reasoned.

You hummed. “I hadn’t thought of that. You might sleep in my old room while I sleep in my sisters or something.” You pouted. “Or the floor, like you said.” You huffed. “Stupid parents and their stupid rules.”

He laughed a bit. “I get it I guess. I’d be all over you in bed.” He winked.

“It's probably because of my little brother.”

“Probably.” He agreed. “It's only for a week, so we'll make up for lost time when we get home.”

“That’s a big promise.” You grinned. “Good thing we're out of school!”

“Hell yeah.” He reached over and squeezed your thigh. “Nothing but delivery for us.”

“Tease.” You whined. “So mean.”

He laughed. “You’ll have to suffer with me.” He took your hand in his. “This will be a very long week.”

“Maybe I’ll show you a lake I used to have fun at.” You winked.

“Oh please do.” He grinned. “More memories for us.” He nodded, shifting in his seat. “Plus I wanna mark my territory now over anyone else you used to have fun with.” He joked. You laughed so hard you were wheezing.

“Bruce.” You shook your head, clutching your middle. “Perv!” You said lovingly.

“All yours.” He beamed.

Your brother was out the door as soon as you pulled into the driveway, running to you. “Hi, hi, hi!” He jumped once you were able to open the door. “I missed you!” He hugged you tight.

You smiled, hugging him back. “I missed you, too, sport.”

“I missed you more!” He whined. “Did you bring a present?” He looked up at you with wide eyes, his hair just reaching them.

You pretended to think, looking to Bruce. “Did we bring this punk a present?” You asked playfully.

Bruce hummed. “I don’t think we did.” He opened the back seat door. “But we do have a box that may or may not need a home.” He pulled out a wrapped box. “Think you can help with that?” He grinned.

He gasped. “Yes, please!” He rushed over. “Can I open it?”

“You sure can, bud.” Bruce grinned, handing it to him. “How about we get inside first, though?” He chuckled.

“Deal!” He grinned. “I like you!” He looked at you. “I like him!” He told you before running to your parents who had come out. “LOOK, guys!”

“Ah, he knew how to win over the little one.” Your mom chuckled. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Bruce.” She smiled.

“You as well, ma’am.” He held out his hand as he walked over. He was surprised when she hugged him, and it took him a minute to hug her in return.

You smiled wide, happy she seemed to get a good first impression. “Hey, momma. Hey, Daddy.” You hugged them both.

“So happy to have you home, kid.” Your father kissed your head. “Even if it’s only a week this year.”

“It’ll be a great week!” You smiled up at him. “Is sis here yet?”

“She should be in a few.” Your mom smiled. “She’s most excited to see this strapping young man.” She patted Bruce’s back. “I look forward to getting to know you.”

“I’m a pretty boring guy, ma’am.” He shrugged. “I’m sure she’s told you everything.”

“She has. And she makes you sound extravagant.” She chuckled. She watched as he blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “And very sweet.”

“And cool!” Your little brother provided. “Can we go inside so I can open this?”

You laughed as everyone agreed, ruffling his hair as you followed him in. “Heard you got all A's and B's this year!”

“Yeah!” He said proudly. “I tried really hard.” He lit up when he was talking to you.

“That’s good! I’m super proud of you.” You smiled. “Now let's see what you got.”

He happily sat down and began tearing at the paper. You leaned against Bruce, smiling. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he watched your brother’s face light up. It was heartwarming to watch.

He made a gasping noise. “These aren’t in stores yet!” He squealed, getting up to nearly tackle Bruce.

Bruce chuckled and hugged him. “Well you did so good in school…” He said easily. “And your sister talks very lovingly of you.” He ruffled his hair. “Hey, I heard you met Superman ?!” He asked.

He gasped. “I did! He was awesome !!” He nodded. “He’s my favorite superhero!”

“He sounds like a good dude.” Bruce grinned. “Good favorite superhero to have.”

“He’s the best! I got a picture with him!” He gasped. “You wanna see it?” He asked, hopeful.

“I sure do!” Bruce said excitedly. “Like I would turn down an offer like that.” Your parents watched him, and glanced at you. They saw the love in your eyes for him. They had a good feeling about him.

“I’ll run and get it!” Your brother shot up. You watched him go, chuckling.

“Well, you won him over.” You grinned at your boyfriend. “Be prepared for him to ask for a sleepover.”

Bruce beamed. “I’d be down.” He shrugged.

Your mother smiled. “I approve so far.”

You grinned happily. “Thanks, mom.” You looked at the door as you heard it open. “Sis!” You beamed, rushing to hug her.

Bruce immediately straightened up, something that made your parents chuckle. “Hello.” He waved when she looked over at him.

Your sister easily put on a judgmental face, making you hide a smirk behind your hand. “You must be the new boy toy.” She hummed. “What makes you think you’re good enough for my baby sister?”

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Prince Philip: 'A capacity for unbridled kindness but intolerant of faff' - my memories of the duke by Alastair Bruce (April 12th 2021)

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The Duke of Edinburgh was a motivator, an impatient moderniser, but he could be abrupt.

Prince Philip had a directness of manner that seemed to alarm many people and even horrified some. But he was capable of unbridled kindness, with the capacity for huge affirmation, support and encouragement.

People of his generation who knew him well said his character was forged from the rather challenging circumstances of his upbringing. Yes, he was royal: a grandson of the King of the Hellenes but, in truth, not really Greek.

The duke's blond good looks came from his Danish ancestry

The throne of Greece was given to a Danish prince in 1863 and this accounted for his blonde Viking good looks. But Greece was never entirely at ease under its monarchy and this put many pressures on Prince Philip's family; added to which, his parents did not enjoy an easy marriage.

Whatever the circumstances of his childhood, Prince Philip was conditioned to be independent, capable, determined and pretty intolerant of faff.

Learning about his rather unconventional start in life, from the vantage of today's social understanding perhaps it's easy to grasp why.

But I want to underscore the frequent kindness he showed to me and invested in many people I know.

Letters about mallard ducks and sturgeon pie

In what has been a remarkable life, he occasionally found time to contact me, often out of the blue, to tell me about things he thought might be of interest.

For instance, in my constant quest to find out the provenance behind strange British customs, he would often share things he had discovered while travelling the country with the Queen. After all, most of his life had been spent living among, colliding with or regulated by the oddities of British life.

The Queen and the duke in July 1947 in Edinburgh, four months before they wed

One letter he wrote to me concerned mallard ducks with gilded beaks.

It had amused him when the Queen, as Duke of Normandy, was presented with two of them on arrival in the Channel Islands, in order to fulfil a feudal due.

Another told me about a pie that had arrived at Balmoral, cooked from a sturgeon, which tradition stipulates must be offered up to the monarch. Both are full of facts, a smattering of humour, but no reference to the weather, how I might be or any other tittle-tattle.

When Prince Philip became the Queen's consort, the change in his life was seismic

It is difficult to understand why he bothered to do this. But I think he was amused to find someone genuinely engrossed in surprising or esoteric interests.

In fact, he was like this with everyone. Or maybe it was his own fascination and passion to fully understand the obscure and how things worked that, seeing it in another, added to his avuncular intrigue.

"This is Alastair... Bungy's grandson"

Not everyone's life had Prince Philip in it. So, perhaps it's worth explaining how he came to overlap with mine.

In 1950, the Duke of Edinburgh took command of HMS Magpie in Malta GC.

For any officer in the Armed Forces, unit command is the tops! It is where your leadership qualities are fully tested and it's where the possibilities for the rest of your career can be broadly set.

Prince Philip (in sunglasses) relinquishes control of HMS Magpie in Malta in July 1951. Pic: AP

It just so happened that HMS Magpie was part of the Destroyer squadron in the Mediterranean Fleet, which was then commanded by my grandfather, Admiral Sir Peveril William-Powlett.

Grandpa was better known as "Bungy", because, as fly-half for the English rugby team in 1922, he had seemed entirely elastic. Every time he was tackled, while at full pelt towards the try line, he seemed to bounce straight up again and run on.

He was also a keen polo player and, here again, the Royal Navy polo team brought Admiral William-Powlett and Prince Philip together.

One of my favourite photographs of them both shows their exhaustion after a fiery chukka under the Mediterranean sun: the youthful and handsome prince beside his balding boss with cups in hand. Their faces convey the joy and satisfaction of a win - probably against the Army.

The Royal Navy polo team brought Philip and Admiral William-Powlett together

Maybe this professional bond between the spirited and able naval destroyer captain and his Admiral made the Duke of Edinburgh, a generation later, hold his avuncular eye out for me.

It certainly meant a great deal to me that, when the duke introduced me to people of his own naval generation, he would say: "This is Alastair... Bungy's grandson."

"Well, get on with it!" - One of the most influential retorts of my life

When I wrote a book about the United Kingdom's coronation ritual, aged 28, I mentioned to Prince Philip that one day I hoped to make a television documentary about the role of ceremony in national life.

In what possibly proved to be one of the most influential retorts of my life, in that it was probably the catalyst to my career heading where it has, he eyeballed me and said: "Well, get on with it!"

With this, he got up and went. And so did I. To do what he suggested.

The day of the coronation - the duke's words spurred Alastair to make his programme. Pic: AP

In fact, within a few months and a great deal of work, I found someone willing to produce the film and it was commissioned by ITV.

Hearing about this, Prince Philip called me into Buckingham Palace for dinner to hear how the project was going. He also invited the film producer, Lord Brabourne; they were cousins by marriage, through the prince's uncle, Lord Mountbatten.

They bookended me at a heavily polished table in a small dining room overlooking the central quadrangle and listened as I explained the litany of refusals and hesitations our production faced from organisations that viewed cameras as invasive, back in 1992.

One by one, they suggested ways that might help me out. But, make no mistake, it was for me to do the legwork, not them.

When one of the solutions these two champions had plotted for me went horribly wrong (I mean, horribly!) Prince Philip tenaciously engaged with the matter, until a solution was found.

The duke maintained close links with the military all his life. Pic: AP

During this spat, there was a big parade for my regiment, the Scots Guards, at Holyrood in Scotland.

The duke, who was for many years the Senior Colonel of the Household Division, attended this and, afterwards, he spotted me across the throng. Striding over, he delved straight into the precise details on what had happened.

His escorting officers, all of whom were much senior to me, listened while the prince and I forensically unpicked what might solve the problem.

The trick was to bite the cat back - respectfully

The duke also had the measure of my often unbridled tenacity too and, when I made an office call to discuss something or other, he greeted me with: "So who have you infuriated today?"

His staff often berated me, probably with good reason, but I never felt this was at the direction of the prince. Actually, I sensed he rather appreciated a "why not" attitude, wherever he found it.

In fact, he loved to hear about the conflicts I had with organisations, which deemed my requests for filming access inappropriate. Perhaps this was because it reminded him of the challenges he faced, as the young consort of a new monarch inheriting a world of fixed attitudes in 1952 set by his late father-in-law's courtiers.

But Prince Philip was no rabble-rouser and, if he judged the defeat I faced as justified, he freely added his reproach, or added criticism.

Prince Philip could be blunt in his criticism but admired a robust response

To get the best from Prince Philip it was vital you girded yourself for his directness of speech, some blunt criticism and refreshingly ruthless cross-examination.

For some, this cat-plays-with-mouse treatment was daunting. But I learnt quite fast that the trick was to bite the cat back, respectfully, of course. Prince Philip admired a robust response.

Occasionally, he would ask for an absolutely truthful view. You knew this moment in his eyes. When it came to this moment, I would like to think the prince knew I gave it straight. And, assuming you could prove a point that countered his, he accepted with implicit respect.

The duke's extraordinary 'Chamber of Horrors'

On one occasion, the prince took me into a room at Buckingham Palace that I think he called his "Chamber of Horrors".

Here he had gathered an extraordinary array of the presents he had been given during a lifetime of public service, openings and anniversaries.

"What do you think that is?", he asked, while handing me a rough lump of worn and rusted metal mounted on a wooden base. My fingers felt the dedication label and instinctively, I was moving it towards my eyes. "No, don't read the inscription - think! Guess?"

Well, my suggestion was way off the mark. "It's one of the teeth from the machine that dug out the Channel Tunnel," he revealed

It was clear he was interested in the object, what it had done, but I could see why it had not been put on display.

A forgotten meeting and remarkable patience

The duke was a masterful and timely letter writer, never wordy and always to the point. He typed most of them himself, adding his splendid, powerful but minimal signature "Philip" by hand.

While his staff used paper embossed with his heraldic badge in black, the prince himself had it printed in his chosen livery of green. If you sent him a letter, you could be certain that the postman would be back at your door within three days, with a special delivery reply. He dealt with everything with the discipline and efficiency of a wartime naval officer.

A painting of Prince Philip in 2017, the year he retired, by artist Ralph Heimans

On one occasion, I can't think why or how, I completely forgot an office call I had booked with Prince Philip at Buckingham Palace. But then, I am and have always been horrifyingly forgetful.

I remembered with a jolt when the prince's military equerry rang to ask where I was. I admitted that I was in Hampshire. In a voice that sounded barely muffled by a hand, I could hear: "He's in Hampshire, Sir."

There was a short pause, the sound of the telephone being grasped and then: "You're a bloody idiot!" from the prince. Then, with probably as much surprise that I had achieved this particular forgetfulness, he added by way of instant forgiveness: "You had better sort out a new time. I'm here a lot next week."

Indeed, the prince was remarkably tolerant of my inefficiency considering he was the personification of the efficient. One story fully bears this patience out - particularly, as I did not deserve it.

The duke (at Trooping the Colour in 2017) pulled some strings to secure a last-minute message. Pic: AP

I have already referred to the Duke of Edinburgh being Senior Colonel of the Household Division, which included my regiment. When I wrote a book with the photographer Julian Calder on the Queen's Birthday Parade, Trooping the Colour, we wanted a foreword from the senior colonel.

His private secretary asked when the book was to be published. Next week, I replied.

"Next week?!"

Sure enough, within seven days a message of eloquence was ours to print and it made all the difference.

"You're a bloody idiot! Nobody will be interested!"

Within the last few years, we were at someone's house for dinner and, afterwards, while coffee circulated, Prince Philip came and sat beside me on a sofa. He told me how he had been flicking through the TV channels, probably looking for a documentary on nature. "And there you were talking a lot of nonsense about me!"

Well, inevitably, he thought the programme was "jibberish" but, as if, in fact, affirming what I had been saying in the programme, he took up the points I had been making and explained precisely what had been his view of the situation.

Prince Philip broke a heart-shaped chocolate in half and gave it to Alastair's newly-engaged parents

In this way, Prince Philip was endlessly robust, consistently gave zero quarter but would readily square up and be open about facts he knew, if faced by genuine interest.

I think my favourite story about him is not even a memory of mine but one that my mother and father told me once.

The night they announced their engagement, in Malta in 1950, Prince Philip shared a taxi home with them to the road where the two families, my mother's and the Edinburghs', lived.

On the way, a box of chocolates was passed along the line and the prince picked the strawberry-flavoured heart, broke it and gave them each a half.

He came to their wedding, where everyone was in white because this was the naval uniform at the time. This adds a magic to the black and white photographs, some of which include the dashingly Viking chisel-cheeked duke enthralled in conversation.

I still have the clock on my mantelpiece that he and Princess Elizabeth gave as their present, complete with the message of goodwill inside, handwritten and signed by them both.

Within a year, she was our Queen and he her loyal, robust and supporting consort.

A clock presented to Alastair Bruce's family by the Queen and Prince Philip

This change in the duke's life was seismic.

He must always have known it was coming but the suddenness was stark, especially for a capable naval commander whose upwards career was now set by the annual reports he earned from my grandfather's judgement.

From even the small knowledge I have of this titan in British public life, who took such a generous interest from time to time in what I was up to, I can be fairly certain of what he would say to me, after reading this.

"You're a bloody idiot! What a lot of nonsense. Nobody will be interested in this!"

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