#batman x pregnant reader

[chiaraswritings]

I feel like AT the restaurant they go to, Batmom goes into labor. She feels her first contraction, then spills her water on herself from the shock of it. Bruce does not believe her and they bicker about it with Y/N going “would I REALLY lie about this!?” And her husband gives her a look. Then she starts debating if it was gas or a contraction, or what have you.

It isn’t till Alfred comes back from the bathroom that the rush would start.

Batprank (Pt. 2)

Disclaimer: I do not own DC or their settings. This is certainly not canon.

Warnings & Topics: Very light argument, pregnancy, pranking, contractions, labor, delivery, newborn, parents holding newborn. 18+. If these are sensitive topics for you, go ahead and skip this one.

Word Count: 2K words

Summary: Batmom!reader goes into labor at her favorite restaurant and gives birth to her baby with her husband close by in Wayne Manor.

Author's Note: You guys crack me up, great part two idea, anon. It's pretty light-hearted at first, but towards the end of the story, I included a birth scene. I've never gotten to have a home birth, so I apologize if there were inaccuracies. Let me know if you want a part three. Thank you for all the incredible support, and I hope you enjoy.

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Part One

Warm August sun tickled my nose as I stepped out of the car, taking a little more time than I was comfortable admitting, caused by nearly nine months of pregnancy's effect on my stomach. Not that I was complaining. I  was thrilled to be having Bruce's baby. It fulfilled the desire to be a mother that I'd had for years, and to be having a child with the love of my life? A fairytale come true. Even if we couldn't agree on baby names, even when I pulled labor pranks on my husband, even when I was being bombarded with concern by all our family members, especially our children. Earlier in the afternoon I had played a tremendous joke on all our family members, except for the all-knowing Alfred, pretending to have gone into labor. It was very convincing, and somehow we wound up at my favorite diner in the process of driving to the hospital. 

I joined my husband in the empty restaurant. It was three o'clock, the last customers of the lunch rush were slowly shuffling out the door, and it looked like the dinner rush had not yet made an appearance. I smiled at him as I intertwined my fingers with his, sliding into the booth next to him where he waited for the takeout order he had just put in.

"You could've waited in the car, it'll be ready soon," he pressed a kiss to my cheek and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I smiled, practically melting into his embrace, laying my hand on my stomach. 

"That's okay, I kinda wanted water while we wait for it." I gave my husband a quick look. 

"Heh, and I'm guessing you need me to get that for you?"

"Obviously, you got me pregnant, now you get to take care of me." I slid out of the booth to allow him access to the soda fountain, tapping my foot in mock impatience. 

"You scared me to death with that prank of yours earlier, don't push it," he chuckled, rising and pressing a kiss to my cheek before going to retrieve my water. 

I rolled my eyes at him, sitting back down in the booth, still with a playful smile on my face. "I love you, Bruce."

"Uh-huh." He set the cup of water on the table in front of me before leaning down to place a loving kiss on my lips. As I returned the kiss, our order number was called from the front counter. "I'll be right back."

"Okay," I smiled and turned to the water cup in front of me, sipping from it and relaxing against the faux leather seat. I drummed my fingers against my stomach and thought about our unborn daughter, just as I had every day for the last six months. How happy Bruce would look when he held her for the first time. How her little fingers and toes would look. How excited Alfred and the kids would be to hear that she was finally born. It'd been a long and interesting journey for all of us, and it would soon come to its end. 

The realization that the kids were still at home in a state of panic hit me harder than a cold pool on a hot summer day. "Shit," I muttered, pulling out my phone and quickly dialing Stephanie's number. She was the most likely to answer, I knew, and I was right.

"Hello?!" The excited squeal made me pull the phone away from my ear for a moment. 

"Hello, Stephanie, I just wanted to let you all know... could you put the call on speaker, please?" 

“Yeah! Okay, there you go, tell us what’s happening!” Stephanie’s excitement was pouring through the speaker of my phone like water. 

“Mom? Mom, what’s going on?!” I could hear Jason’s voice, much more awake than when we had left the manor to rush to the hospital.

“I figured I needed to let you guys all know that my going into labor was a-” at that very moment I felt it, a long, drawn-out and yet sharp pain moving through my lower abdomen. It stunned me nearly into silence, accidentally spilling half of the contents of my water cup onto my lap. It almost felt like the horrible menstrual cramps that I hadn’t felt for such a long time.

“Mom? It was a what?” Tim’s voice broke through the pause. 

“Oh, not a prank, not a prank, not a prank!” I groaned as the pain rippled through my lower stomach. Not that it was unmanageable, it was just so surprising and… a tiny bit terrifying. No, it was very terrifying. The due date wasn’t for two more weeks, I didn’t expect this, I hadn’t mentally prepared, this was truly scary.

“Not a prank?” It was Tim again. “What do you mean, we know that.” 

“I didn’t mean anything!” I took two deep breaths as the sharp pain faded into a dull throb, then almost disappeared. “Just… forget I said anything! We’ll give you an update soon, love you lots, bye,” I ended the call before the curious group on the other end could get another word in. 

As I set down the phone on the table with a thud, my husband arrived by my side with a plastic bag. “Are you ready to… what’s wrong?” He set it down, kneeling to inspect my tense face.

“I… I think I just got a contraction,” I whispered, looking over to him. 

Bruce looked from my face, to the spilled water in my lap, then back to my face before standing. “Nice try, honey, let’s get going.”

“No! No, I mean it!” I looked up at him, grabbing his hand with mine in a death grip. “I’m not kidding this time. I’m not. You have to believe me.”

My husband looked at me for a moment before kneeling next to me again. “(Y/N), are you being serious? You know the story of the boy who cried wolf, don’t you?”

“Would I really lie about this, Bruce?!” I looked down at my stomach and pressed my fingers to the underside. “I swear, I felt it, I felt a contraction!” 

My statement was met with a look of doubt. “(Y/N), we’re two weeks away from the due date, I’m sure it was just… gas or discomfort, it couldn’t have been a contraction.” 

I returned his look with a withering glance. “Bruce Wayne, I swear, that was not gas. I think I’d know the difference.” 

“Honey, you can’t be having contractions yet…” Bruce’s confidence was starting to crack. He gave my stomach a worried look. 

“Oh yes I can, you know that babies can come anytime they choose.”

“Was that the only one?”

“Yeah, that was the only one.”

“Then… it was probably just…” 

“Master Bruce, Madam (Y/N), we had better start moving if we want to miss the rush hour,” Alfred’s calm voice broke through Bruce’s thought. He had stepped into the restaurant in search of us, given that we were ordering takeout, not dining in.

“Alfred! Alfred, I think I got a contraction, we have to call the midwife right now.” I stood, using the table for support. My husband handed off the plastic bag of food to Alfred, catching my arm to assist me. 

“Will we be heading home or to the hospital, sir?” Alfred quirked an eyebrow towards Bruce, just as skeptical as he was. 

“We’ll… let’s call the midwife in the car and go from there.” Bruce looked at me, starting to believe my words.

“Yes, let’s… just get her on the phone, please.” 

...

A few minutes later, we were heading back to the manor. The midwife had advised me to remain in a comfortable space to monitor my contractions on my own, to see if it was really gas, false labor, or the real thing. The original plan was to give birth in the manor, unless something unexpected (such as my water breaking before my due date) occurred. The midwife and her birth team assured me that they were just a phone call away, and with that in mind, we started driving back towards the manor. 

Bruce did everything to make sure I was comfortable, in the car and back in our bedroom once we had arrived home. The kids crowded around me at first, until a growl and firm command from Bruce sent them all back to their rooms. I was resting in our large, plush bed, my hand resting on my stomach, when the next contraction made its way through my body, then the next, then the next, still minutes apart, but becoming more and more consistent. Now that Bruce was convinced that I was actually going into labor, he was the most attentive husband on earth, holding me close with one arm and keeping his other hand on my stomach. 

“I knew this was going to happen, but… I didn’t think that it’d happen so soon,” I looked up at him, trying to relax after a contraction had passed. 

“I didn’t think so either,” he replied, massaging the side of my tummy. “But, you are the strongest person I know. If anyone can do this, it’s you.”

The pain was alleviated through his massages and gentle words. “Thank you, I’m so glad you’re here.” 

“I’m not going anywhere.” 

…

Labor was long and longer. Since it was my first baby, the risk was higher, but we wanted to prevent any danger of kidnapping or switched babies, especially since Bruce was in such a spotlight. I found myself in different positions as the night dragged on, the midwife’s reassuring words and Bruce’s concerned yet comforting presence carrying me through the delivery of our baby. Even when I felt for a moment that I couldn’t go on, my husband’s kisses to my shoulder and forehead kept me from giving up. Not that I really had a choice, of course. And yet that one moment was worth it all. 

I’ll never forget the moment the tiny, crying baby was put on my chest, as the midwife maneuvered me from my birthing position to lay on my back. I was so exhausted, I didn’t even register for a moment what was happening, until I was sprawling against the pillows and my newborn daughter was on my skin, her whimpering, suckling noises were music to my ears. Holding her close, I closed my eyes in relief, nearly unaware of what was going on around me. After a moment, I opened my eyes and looked up at the man who had supported me from beginning to end. “Bruce, we did it.” 

“Yes, you did it, I knew you could.” He was looking at the tiny human in my arms with a sort of awe. 

I smiled, my thumbs stroking her back, though she was still covered in fluids. I was half mindful of the midwife asking Bruce to cut the umbilical cord, most of my focus was spent on examining my daughter’s tiny fingers that moved so slowly, as if they were trying to figure out this new environment.

Seeing the love of my life hold our child for the first time was as perfect and pure as I knew it would be. Once she was wiped clean and wrapped in a cloth, Bruce was able to hold her to his own chest, staring down at her with the same awe that hadn’t left his face. I could see her eyes were open, and she was staring up at him. In this wonderful moment, I knew that it had all been worth it, and that she would never have to be alone, that he was always going to be right there for her.

Bruce finally placed her back in my arms, and I held the little bundle of moving arms and legs close again, looking up at him with a smile and a quirked eyebrow. “I told you it wasn’t a prank.” 

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Bat Baby: Part 1

Reader(Mother) X Bat Boys(Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne)

Note: Congrats! You're pregnant with Bruce's baby! Wonder how your other sons react to this breaking news? Well, here you go.

(I don't own any DC characters)

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"You're… what?" Jason's voice echoed through the manor's grand hall, a mix of shock and disbelief.

She looked at each of the boys, her expression serene amidst their tumult. She'd known delivering the news would be a challenge, but she had hoped for more than just stunned silence. "Jason," she said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, "I'm pregnant."

Dick's eyes grew wide with excitement. "I'm going to be a big brother!" he exclaimed, jumping up from the couch.

"You already are, Dick." Tim reminds him with a smirk, bringing a hint of levity to the tension-filled room.

"Wait, how far along are you?" Dick asked, his mind racing with questions. Her calm demeanor didn't waver.

"I'm about three months along," she replied, a soft smile playing on her lips as she watched the array of reactions unfold.

The room froze for a moment, the air thick with astonishment. "Three months? That means… " Dick's voice was a mix of excitement and disbelief.

"Holy shit!" The words flew out of Jason's mouth before he could even process the gravity of the situation. His eyes grew rounder as reality sank in, and he took off at a sprint, his footsteps echoing through the hallway like a drumroll. "We have only seven months to prepare!" His voice trailed off as he disappeared around the corner, leaving a wake of astonishment behind him.

She watched him go. "Jason, where are you going?" she called out, the hint of amusement in her voice belying the calmness she exuded.

Her voice was barely audible over the cacophony of the other boys' movements. Tim's eyes darted around the room, a whirlwind of thoughts about baby monitors and cribs and the like swirling through his mind. Dick's initial excitement was already giving way to the dawning realization of the monumental change on the horizon. The weight of responsibility was settling on him like a cloak, and he felt the sudden urge to be the rock in the storm for the new addition to their family.

"Does anyone know how to take care of a baby?" Dick asks, a hint of panic seeping into his voice.

Tim looked up from his racing thoughts, his eyes wide. "I don't know!" he exclaimed, his mind racing. "Bruce has only ever adapted!" The statement hung in the air like a confetti bomb at a surprise party nobody had expected. It was true; their father, Batman, was known for his adaptability and strategic prowess, but none of them had ever seen him in the role of a full-time parent to an infant. They had all been teenagers when they joined the Bat-family, and while they knew he cared deeply for them, they had never seen him handle the day-to-day chaos of raising a baby.

Jason barreled back into the room, panting slightly, his arms laden with books on parenting, baby gear, and even a small stuffed animal. He dropped them onto the table, causing a small avalanche of paper and plastic.

"I don't fucking know what any of this shit is, but I for know for damn sure we're going to need it!" he exclaimed, his eyes scanning over the spread before them. The titles of one of the books caught his attention: "The Expectant Father's Survival Guide." He flipped it open to a random page, his eyes skimming over the words without really taking them in.

Tim roams through large pile, franticly searching through the parenting books, his mind racing with the multitude of new tasks they'd need to learn. "How the hell do we even start with this?" he mumbles, holding up a book titled 'The First Year: A Parent's Survival Guide'.

"We'll need to get diapers, bottles, a crib…" Dick started listing out the necessities, his voice rising with every item.

Bruce, who was sitting quietly in the corner, had observed the scene with a knowing smile. He rose from his chair and approached her, placing a comforting hand on her hip.

"Just wait until you're into labor," he murmured, his voice a blend of humor and warmth. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Damian, the youngest of the four, had remained silent through the initial uproar, his arms folded tightly across his chest as he digested the information. He had always been the stoic one, the one who took things in stride no matter the situation. But even he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the prospect of a new sibling. He looked up at his mother, his expression unreadable.

"Damian, are you okay?" She asked, her gaze softening as she studied him.

He nodded curtly. "Yes, Mother. I am simply contemplating the alterations in our dynamic."

Her smile grew more pronounced, understanding his concern. She knelt down, placing a reassuring hand on his cheek. "You'll be the best big brother, Damian. I know it."

He nodded again, the tension in his body slowly easing. "I shall endeavor to be," he said, his voice earnest.

The three of them watch as Dick, Jason and Tim continued their frantic preparations, their voices blending into a cacophony of excitement and uncertainty. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell in her chest at the sight of her makeshift family coming together in such a way. It wasn't what any of them had signed up for when they became a part of Bruce Wayne's life, but they were all in this together now.

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[vee6lolz]

𝖇𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝖍𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝖇𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬.

summary; after falling in love with spencer reid, you navigate the challenges that come with your relationship. While you cherish your moments together, the rough patches can be hard to ignore. One day, in an effort to find clarity, you go shopping and unexpectedly discover something world shattering. But before you can share the news with Spencer, he comes home with a shocking revelation that could change everything between you.

cw!!; +18 content, minors dni!, spencer reid x reader, angst, cliffhanger ending, breakups, mentions of drug use, mentions emetophobia warning; vomiting -- mentions of pregnancy -- Y/N HAS A GIRL KISSER BSF !

. w/c: 4.1k -- don't forget to like / reblog !! this is not proof read + english is not my first language

You and Spencer had been privately dating for seven months. At first, it was exciting. sneaking around, leaving parties early to go hook up in the bathroom, the birthday sex, apology sex, apology for apologizing with sex sex, it was easy, it was simple—you both met through a party he and his team was invited to by your best friend Ciara, who was friends with the one and only Penelope Garcia. you both got to talking and by the end of the night, you were snuggled up in his bed with his dick in your mouth. and he learned two things that night. 1. he had never had head that brought him so much ecstasy. and two, by the way your outgoing demeanor fit perfectly with being his more shy and non-direct, you were the one for him and he would've been a fool to let you slip through his fingers. those late-night study sessions, stolen kisses in dimly lit hallways, and quiet moments over coffee made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. but the moment that you hit the three month mark, everything went downhill. and usually, at six months, its supposed to be good again, right? wrong.

the past few months had turned into a whirlwind of arguments. It felt like every time you talked, it spiraled into a fight over something that should have been minor. “You don’t understand what I’m going through, Spencer!” you yelled one evening after a tough day at work where he seemed more focused on the case than on how you were feeling. “I do, understand [y/n] I just don't care. Not everything has to be about you.” that night, you both had shouted over each other until the early hours of the morning, hearts racing, voices raised, and emotions running high. the tension felt suffocating. and to ease it you tried to have makeup sex, and he started an argument while literally inside you because he felt like you were faking orgasms and doing it in a obvious way to make him feel bad; you were.

It wasn’t just work stress that fueled the fire; it was the pressure of hiding your hardships relationship from your colleagues, the weight of lying to your friends, and the constant fear of him leaving. and the fear of you leaving for him only made him resent you more. sometimes, it felt like you were living a double life, and you didn’t know how to bridge the gap between your love for Spencer and the isolation that secrecy brought. the make-up moments after the fights were fleeting, filled with hugs and quiet apologies as you tried to mend the shaky ground you were standing on. you’d find yourselves wrapped in each other’s arms, promises lingering in the air that things would change, but deep down, you both knew nothing had really shifted.

but today, everything felt heavier than usual. you had woken up to yet another silent treatment from spencer, both of you too stubborn to reach out to each other first. the anxiety had burrowed deep in your chest, making it hard to breathe. you could sense it—Ciara had noticed. when she came over, she was met with a hurried and agitated spence who only muttered a cold greeting before walking out the door as fast as he opened it for her. her footsteps where light and quick, making her way towards your bedroom where she heard retching and coughing.

you spit into the toilet bowl, groaning in discomfort as everything you had last week came back to haunt you. you looked up at Ciara as she held your hair back, getting her fingers tangled as she took a moment to try her best to untangle them without scalping you. You sat there in front with your head down as you dry gagged, and once you were safe, you reached up and flu shed the toilet.

Ciara rubbed your back for a little before pulling your head to rest on her chest, planting sweet kisses on your forehead. you giggle at the sensation and make tsk sounds. “If you were a man,” you muttered, to which she rolls her eyes at you and lets you go with a smile, helping you stand up, she runs some water so you pat your mouth with it and spit out all the yucky residue left over. she starts asking questions and all you can think back at was this morning. it pained you and you felt your heart sink the more you thought back at it, you realize that him expressing his feelings, yelling, insulting, or even cursing you would've been better. he just left you, in silence. he didn't acknowledge you, and it just made you feel terrible. you looked at Ciara, overcome with emotions which got you a confused look. “What's going on with you--”

“He didn't even look at me, cee.” You muttered as tears filled your eyes uncontrollably. your emotions overwhelmed you as you melted into her arms, you were holding her incredibly tight, she probably wouldn't be able to breathe if you gave her an oxygen tank. She scrambled over her words trying to find away to not pass out from the lack of blood going to her brain because you were quite literally blocking any blood flow possible. She tapped your back and you released your death grip, to which she exhaled heavily.

“Who, What? What are we talking about?”. you stared up at her with a expression of depression, not moving your lips to answer her question. It gave her the answer alone. “That's not... like him.”. Scoffing, you shook your head and wiped your tears, your mood switching from self-pity to pure and undeniable anger. “It's exactly, like him. Actually.”. She tried her best to calm you down but you couldn't, you just walked out of the bathroom and fell face first on the bed, screaming and letting out all of your frustration on his cotton sheets. You started mumbling out of intense anger, and Ciara just stood there, flinching with every curse that flew through your lips as if you were going to reach backwards and bite her.

It took you twenty-and-some minutes to calm down. It took you three to go back to being sad and depressed. Your mood swings were seriously giving her whiplash. You sat up and heaved, sobbed, flew your arms around like a toddler. Ciara sat with you and let you sob on her chest until you start hyperventilating, she blew on your face so you could catch your breathe, shushing you to soothe your tears. Your brain felt fuzzy, your senses has softened.

The only thing that you felt was the immense pounding on your head you couldn't help but feel. “How about we go on a little drive, yeah?” you looked up at her with your red eyes glistening was a tear fell down your cheek, you nodded. you needed fresh air. “Yeah?” She spoke in a soft voice, kissing your head. “Alright go put on some clothes ill be out here,”

Ciara sat behind the wheel, the engine humming softly as she pulled away from spencer's place. The cool breeze wafted through the slightly open window, sending a refreshing shiver through you. You let it wash over you, momentarily grounding you in the present. Still, your mind felt fuzzy, caught in a haze that blurred your thoughts and emotions. It was as if you were floating, untethered from reality, with everything around you blurring into a muddled backdrop.

the streets rushed by, and while the world outside was alive with the chatter of people and the vibrant colors of storefronts, you found yourself lost in your own silence. You stared at the trees lining the road, their branches dancing in the breeze, but even their movement felt distant and out of reach. each passing moment felt like an echo, reverberating through your mind but leaving no traces of clarity.

Ciara’s was talking, filled with energy and it made you feel oh, so worse because you were not listening. “No, dude, I'm being so serious. I told her that she can either get her shit together and stop acting like a little kid or she can pack her shit and leave because I've had enough crazy girlfriends to know it is not for the fucking weak.” you barely registered the words. they floated in one ear and out the other, your focus remaining hazy. you shifted in your seat slightly, trying to push the swirling emotions away, yet they clung to you like a shadow.

“You’d think we were fighting we were fighting over me burning her house down, no. A miss call, a singular miss call and I called her back immediately. And of course, she chose to get her act together because... honestly, would you leave me?” she joked, grinding in her seat to pop her ass a little;

the corners of your mouth twitched, but you didn’t have the energy to respond; the effort felt monumental. As the scenery shifted from commercial buildings to the broader expanses of the mall, you caught yourself wishing you could feel that lightness again. The breeze slipping through the window felt nice, but every now and then, a wave of discomfort coursed through you, reminding you of the things you were trying to forget.

Ciara continued talking, sharing the latest gossip, her voice a steady stream of sound that mingled with the whoosh of passing cars. “and after that, she tried to hookup with me as an “apology”. if she could lick my pussy a couple times and I'm going to immediately forgive her... she's right.”

Still, you remained silent, lost in thought. The feelings swirling within you were too tangled to unravel—the confusion, the sadness, the weight of it all. It felt heavy, and as you drove closer to the mall, the world outside turned brighter, but for you, it remained shrouded in dimness.

As Ciara pulled into the parking lot, the chaotic colors of the mall surrounded you. She parked the car, casting a glance your way. “Alright, no talk of Spencer with the little dick while we're here alright?”

You nodded slowly, but your mind was still a storm of thoughts and emotions that had yet to settle. The sounds of laughter and footsteps filled the air as you stepped out of the car, but even amidst the noise, you felt like you were still floating, caught between what was real and what was just a distraction.

“There's no reason to lie to make me feel better,”, she laughed.

as you and Ciara stepped into the mall, the vibrant atmosphere enveloped you like a cocoon, yet the comfort it should have provided seemed out of reach. the air hummed with energy: laughter echoed against polished floors, the shuffling of bags blended into an excited chorus, and the enticing aromas of popcorn, pretzels, and fried food wafted through the space, each scent calling to a desire for comfort that you just couldn’t find.

you glanced around, taking in the kaleidoscope of people—the families with cheerful children, groups of friends chatting animatedly as they moved, and couples entwined in conversation. Yet, as the cheerful masses moved past, a heavy discontent settled within your chest, a constant nagging feeling that wouldn’t let up. Your thoughts were tangled, fighting the urge to not talk about spencer.

the urges whooped your ass.

“Ugh, I can’t believe how dramatic Spencer has been lately,” you began, shaking your head as you ambled towards the escalator up to victoria's secret each step feeling heavier than the last. You reached for a sleek top on a nearby rack, your fingers brushing the fabric as you stated, “He didn't even tell me what his problem was this time, Ciara. He's like a fucking kid,”

Ciara nodded, her attention shifting between you and the vibrant clothes on display. “He's exactly like Manny. You know if you were a lesbian, I'm pretty sure you would've been with her by now.”

"Har-har." you let out a fake laugh, pulling the top closer to you and inspecting it in the harsh fluorescent lights. “and its not like I don't fuck with him. Of course I do, but its only okay when I do it! and i never do it first.”

She stared at you.

“Okay, I mostly never do it first.”

you stepped into the fitting rooms, pulling aside the curtain with a little more force than necessary. Ciara leaned against the wall outside, concern evident in her eyes. “Well, it sounds like he’s really going through something. I mean the last time he had a girlfriend was years ago, plus she did get shot in front of him. Maybe, just maybe... he needs time to adjust to having you.”

“It's been 6 months, how much time does he need.” you admitted, slipping into a pair of jeans. “I’m trying to support him, but at the same time, it feels like whenever I need support I'm the 'crazy' one.”

you spun in front of the mirror, checking the fit, and briefly appreciated the outfit, but the satisfaction was fleeting. You couldn’t shake the gnawing frustration and worry that lingered in your mind. After trying on a few more items, you settled on a cozy sweater that draped nicely over your shoulders and a pair of jeans that tugged your ass and thighs perfectly.

Stepping out of the fitting room, you caught sight of Ciara’s bright smile—a thumbs-up that fueled a flicker of confidence despite the dark cloud of your thoughts. “You look great! Food?” she chirped, her enthusiasm piercing through your fog. “I look like I got fat, but, yes.” you giggled.

“Yeah, only in the right places.” she replied, leaving a quick smack on your ass. the idea of food felt foreign to you, your appetite making you uneasy. and the more you thought about it, you weren't really prone to gaining weight. in the last eight weeks, you've gained almost seven pounds. even as you walked toward the food court, the excited chatter and laughter felt like a cruel reminder of the happiness you were struggling to hold onto with Spencer.

as you navigated through the chaos of the food court, the aromas wrapped around you, each scent competing for your attention. You scanned the options—pizza, burgers, Asian stir-fry, sizzling hot dogs—but as much as your stomach wanted to respond, it remained cold and distant.

Ciara and you eventually settled on a plate of asian food. You found a table, and despite the enticing food in front of you, the heaviness in your chest pulled you down, dimming your appetite further.

while Ciara was talking about her sex life, your own thoughts lingered on Spencer: his hands, the way his mind worked like a finely tuned machine, how he would

“when I tell you she had me bent in ways I can't say out loud because I would be put on some kind of list--” Ciara’s words finally broke through the fog in your mind, and you looked at her, your voice barely above a whisper, “I feel… weird.”

Ciara’s smile faded, concern etching itself across her face. “What do you mean weird? ”

The discomfort swelled inside you as the weight of your stomach pressed down further. “I don’t know. It’s just everything… ugh. I really don’t feel good.” The admission felt heavy on your tongue, yet fear flooded through you, mingling with confusion and anxiety.

“Hey, [y/n] uh--” Ciara said, her voice laced with concern as she leaned closer, trying to draw you back into the moment. “Breathe, okay? Just uh--”

her voice did no help, the world around you began to tilt, the bright lights and laughing voices tuned out as your vision began to blur. A rising wave of dizziness crashed over you, swallowing every sense until you felt on the verge of vanishing into the void of darkness.

before you could utter another word, the world slipped away in an instant—darkness encased you, quieting the chaos of the food court and pressing down into a silence that felt weighty yet freeing. You couldn’t tell if you were floating or falling, but nothing remained except an overwhelming absence -- and then your body hit the floor.

“[y/n]? [Y/N]! Someone help, please!” Ciara begged and yelled out as she breathed on your face, checking your pulse. you were breathing, that's all that mattered. being in school for nursing, really wasn't doing her any justice at the moment.

three-hundred-thirty-eight minutes. that's how long it took for you to wake up.

you gradually regained consciousness to the muted buzz of light and occasional distant sounds filtering through the haze of your mind. blinking several times, you squinted against the warm, yellow light spilling through the curtains in the hospital room. the glow felt too harsh against your eyelids, and as you turned your head slightly, a wave of dizziness swept over you.

a sharp ache spiked through your temples, and you instinctively raised a hand to your forehead, feeling the softness of the pillows beneath you. your body felt heavy, soreness settling deep in your muscles—each small movement sent prickles of discomfort shooting through your limbs. you groaned softly, the sound a mere whisper in the stillness of the room.

The room itself was a comforting chaos, the machines beeping, the flowy blue curtains. But it was the smell that truly caught your attention: a mix of treacle sweetness from ciara's half-eaten candy bar on the nightstand, which you grabbed over and took a chunk out of. the clean scent of freshly laundered sheets, and just a hint of the medication. it was oddly grounding, and for a moment, it eased the nausea rising in your stomach like a tidal wave.

taking a deep breath, you lay still, attempting to collect your thoughts. fragments of memory flickered through your mind—little moments of laughter and joy interspersed with the anxiety that had been consuming you before everything went dark. You remembered the bustling vibe of the mall, the annoying feeling of your heart racing, and a sudden wave of dizziness that had pulled you down. panic surged through you as you recalled Ciara’s frantic voice, calling for help when you collapsed.

“there's, no way I actually fainted.” you murmured to yourself, the thought sending a shiver down your spine. “ew, that's so corny.” you felt a flush of heat creep up your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and concern. you turned to ciara, whose face was unchanged the entire time. her face stayed the same -- she looked horrified. concern. something was wrong with you, and you had a really bad feeling about what. it wasn't stress, it wasn't spencer. it was something else.

thirty-eight minutes. thats how long it took for you to find out.

ciara stayed by your side, her face didn't dare to flinch. a nurse stepped quietly into the room, her hesitant movements breaking the fragile quiet that enveloped the space. the atmosphere felt charged, and you could sense the shift immediately, your heart beginning to pound. the light from the window framed ciara, washing over her in a way that felt almost ethereal. as her expression morphed from concern into something more serious, an unsettling tension settled between you, pinning you both in a moment that seemed to stretch on.

when the nurse began to deliver the news her words flowed without sound, each gesture amplifying the weight of what she had to say. you felt your breath hitch as a wave of uncertainty crashed over you, the reality of her news unsettling sinking in like a stone. the room, once familiar and comforting, suddenly felt small and suffocating, the walls closing in as vivid memories backtracked through your mind—laughter, plans, and dreams that now teetered on the brink of change. the warmth of the space became oppressive as your heart raced, fear mingling with disbelief.

in an instant, the safety of your world unraveled, and the gravity of ciara's presence anchored you to an unsettling truth. the air was thick with unvoiced questions, your heart heavy with the weight of responsibility and the unknown. as the silence roared in your ears, every breath turned bittersweet, a reminder of how everything that had once seemed so certain was now tinged with complexity. you stood there, caught between the past and an uncertain future, realizing in that moment that everything had changed.

fifteen minutes. that's how long it took to get discharged.

the car glided smoothly along the dark road, the headlights casting fleeting beams of light onto the pavement, illuminating the otherwise shadowy world outside. ciara sat in the drivers seat seat, her silhouette a quiet presence lost in thought, her silence wrapping the cabin in an almost palpable stillness. each soft breath she took seemed to mirror the steady thrum of the engine, but the weight of her unspoken emotions filled the air, creating a tension that was hard to ignore. the familiar contours of the landscape slipped by in an undulating blur, trees lining the road like silent sentinels.

as the miles rolled on, your mind began to wander, seeking distraction in the rhythmic pattern of passing objects. you started to count the trees, the sturdy trunks becoming a makeshift anchor in the sea of swirling thoughts. one after another, the arboreal figures flickered past, offering a sense of solace as if each counted tree marked a moment of time that moved further away from the hospital. the darkened silhouettes blurred together, yet you found a strange comfort in the repetitive task, allowing your focus to drift into the rhythm of your surroundings.

six hours, thirty-one minutes. and not a single call from spencer.

as the car glided to a stop in the driveway, the familiar surroundings of your home greeted you with an unsettling mix of comfort and anxiety. the sky was turning shades of purple and orange, a vivid sunset framing the moment. ciara turned off the engine and sat in silence for a moment, her eyes fixed on the front door, as if gauging its significance. you both understood that what waited beyond that threshold was life-changing.

you unbuckled your seatbelt and took a deep breath, your mind swirling with thoughts you had been trying to organize all day. today had felt unending, a series of moments stacked upon one another, each one urging you toward this very conclusion. the weight of what you needed to reveal pressed heavily on your chest, and you were acutely aware of the time you had spent wrestling with your emotions.

ciara glanced at you, her expression a blend of concern and encouragement. you could tell she wanted to say something, perhaps offer reassurance, but instead, she simply gave your hand a gentle squeeze. the gesture felt grounding, a reminder that while you were stepping into the unknown, you were not entirely alone.

with a nod, you exited the car, the cool evening air wrapping around you like a cloak. you took a moment on the doorstep, hesitating as you glanced back at ciara, who offered you a reassuring smile before she drove away. the sound of the engine faded, leaving you with the echo of your own heartbeat.

spencer sat there, something heavy on his mind. his shirt was off, and he was stood in sweatpants and the line of his boxers showing. his hair was damp and flew down to his shoulders, his arms clinging onto the back of his neck and he eyed you up and down. you stared up at him with heavy, red eyes. you set down your purse and stared off into the distance.

he stared at you in silence. it was pissing you off. he was acting like a fucking child, and now really wasn't the time. your heart raced as your thoughts spiraled, the weight of everything you had been holding inside bubbling just beneath the surface. You could feel the frustration rising as you realized you were no longer willing to play your eyes met, and in that shared moment of understanding, something unspoken ignited.

“I can’t do this anymore,”

“I'm pregnant.” You blurted simultaneously.

The air shifted, charged with the gravity of your revelation and his confession, and the silence that had ruled the room felt like it was finally ready to crack open, revealing the unvoiced truths waiting just beneath the surface. your eyes widened and jaw feel open, as you grasped what just came out of his mouth. tears welled up at your eyes, and his met with yours with the same expression, and at the same time you both uttered;

“What?”

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[bia-wayne-west]

Pregnancy — Barry Allen x Reader

Characters: Barry Allen (The Flash), Reader (You).

Synopsis: You have been married to Barry for two years. One fine day, you start to feel a hunger worthy of a little speedster.

Warnings: Pregnancy, seasickness, pregnancy discovery

N / A: I did this imagine in 10 minutes. I watched a pregnancy movie with my cousin, and then we went to watch The Flash, she suggested the idea to me and I loved it. Hope you like it.

I'm a Latina girl who doesn't speak fluent English, so I want to apologize for any writing errors you find. Feel free to correct me.

MASTERLIST

The day had begun. The sun came through the window, causing you to curl up even more in the duvets.

You ran your hand over the bed, feeling the sheet to feel Allen's warm body. There was only an empty space, indicating that he had been awake for some time.

Your mind tried to sleep again, however, a sweet smell flooded his nostrils. You could have sworn it smelled like pancakes and condensed milk.

The sheets were set aside as his feet touched the ground. With delicate steps, you made your way to the kitchen, being guided by the wonderful smell. You had no intention of surprising Barry, as he could see everything happening in slow motion and could easily see you approaching.

 Allen held a frying pan, trying to flip a pancake. On the kitchen counter was a stack of pancakes and two coffee cups of Jitters.

With a smile on your face, you approached your husband, placing your hand on the speedster's shoulder. Barry's face lit up, showing a sweet smile.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, my dear.”

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“You always make coffee, I decided to make it for you today.” Allen placed the last finished pancake on the plate, enjoying the view of what he had just prepared. “Are you hungry?”

“I think I could devour a whole cow.” Your stomach churned, complaining of hunger.

 You usually didn't eat much, unlike your husband. Barry had to consume at least fifteen thousand calories daily, so he could stay upright and healthy. He literally ate all day and kept him body skinny.

Unlike you, who hardly felt hungry. You were the perfect couple. When you couldn't finish your snack, Allen was able to eat everything and still had plenty of room in his stomach. A few weeks ago, you began to feel extraordinarily hungry.

 You ate almost the same amount of food as Barry. It seemed like you were a speedster, too. Her sense of smell could sense food being prepared in other rooms, as well as feeling terrible nausea and dizziness. You thought it was vitamin’s problem, and you bought some to make yourself feel better.

 Within seconds, the breakfast table was fully set. Without much ceremony, you joined your husband to enjoy their morning meal.

“I could have sworn you have hypermetabolism too.” He joked when he saw you steal a pancake from him after eating yours.

“I don't know what happened. It feels like I'm eating for an army.” You verbalized, picking up the dishes to wash them. As soon as your hand placed the last glass in the sink, a horrible sensation gripped your entire body. You ran to the bathroom, feeling a terrible urge to vomit. Your body leaned over the toilet as the breakfast was poured out.

In less than a second, Barry appeared at your side, his face full of concern. One hand held your hair, while the other smoothed your back.

 “Are you okay?”

“I am. I think I ate more than my stomach can handle.”

“Let Caitlin examine you.”

“I told you I'm fine, dear.” You got up with Barry's help. Along the way, you felt your vision darken and your body vibrate, as if you were a speedster. “I think going to see Caitlin is a good idea.”

 (…)

“I have two new features.” Caitlin said, as soon as she finished examining your blood. “A good one and a bad one, depending on one's point of view.”

“What's the good news?” Barry asked. Cisco, Joe, Barry, and you were waiting in the exam room. Caitlin held a sheet of paper with the results of your exams.

“You're pregnant.”

 Your world spun. Your chest collapsed with happiness. A year ago, you and Barry were planning to have a child, but you never had any luck.

Allen took your hand. The speedster's face was flooded with a smile. Everyone in the room was happy with the news of yet another person being added to Team Flash.

“And what's the bad news?” You asked.

“Very well.” She seemed to be looking for the right words. “I did an ultrasound, and it looks like the baby's heart has stopped.”

“You mean he's dead?”

Everyone in the room asked at once. Tears had already appeared in your eyes, you had barely gotten used to the idea of being a mother, and your little Allen was no longer with you.

“Theoretically, yes.”

“Explain it properly.” You demanded.

“When Barry was struck by lightning, his heart stopped several times. Doctors believed he had died because the machines couldn't record his heartbeat.” She explained. “But his heart had never stopped, what happened is that he was so fast that not even the machines could keep up.”

“So your theory is that the baby is like Barry?” Cisco chimed in. His face was in an expression it was always when he was thinking. “My God, that completely explains your extraordinary hunger and why you started vibrating like a speedster.”

“Our son is also fast.” Allen said, grinning from ear to ear. He deposited a beak on your lips, still holding your hand.

 Ten years later…

 You've finished setting the lunch table. The dish of the day was pasta with broccoli and cheese. Benjamin Allen's favorite meal.

After putting the last dish on the table, you called your child. Benjamin quickly descended using his powers.

The wind caused by your little one's speed left one of the glasses on the table unbalanced. Before Ben had a chance to catch him, another speedster came in front of him. Barry put the glass right where it was before, and went to meet him.

The brunette wrapped his arms around his body and pressed a sweet kiss to her neck. A laugh escaped his throat as he saw his son utter an exclamation of disgust.

“Please, your son is here watching you be completely disgusting. Ben said, sitting in the chair.

Benjamin has the same hair color as yours, but he had the same green eyes as his father. Everyone who saw him always said the same thing, that he was a faithful copy of Barry Allen.

 He and your husband were the guardians of Central City. The little one has not yet obtained all of his father's abilities, but he has the super speed and the ability to vibrate his body and molecules.

 In the middle of lunch, you smiled when you saw the size of your child's plate, which was three times larger than yours. That scene reminded him of something.

“Ben, would you like to hear the story of the day I found out I was pregnant?”

[lalasworld2x]

Shredder Imagine❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Shredder with Pregnant S/O💞💞

• He’ll check in on you a lot more regularly, like just throughout the day and such.

• He’ll constantly make jokes that Karai will have to raise the baby instead (you won’t let that happen of course).

• Shredder will do all house chores and make sure you’re very well rested, especially the further you get into pregnancy. Doesn’t matter how big or small the bump is, you’re not lifting a finger!

• He’ll get all of your food cravings as long as they aren’t too crazy. Pickles and ice cream is all good 👍 just don’t start asking for dragon scales in mayo…

• He’ll do that thing where he lifts your belly a little to relieve back pain as often as you want him to.

• He won’t necessarily be any more affectionate than he usually is, but you’ll get a very loving vibe when you’re around him (if that makes sense).

• He might be a bit more quiet than usual, and you’re not necessarily sure what’s on his mind. Baby names? Will he be a better father? Possible life styles? Will the baby be in any danger? Would the turtles go so low as to endanger the baby?

• He would train Karai slightly more just to make sure the baby is protected at every corner.

• May even teach you some protective skills in case the situation ever arises.

• Will always order some guards to be near in case you get into some trouble, even if it’s just members of the Foot standing down the hallway.

• You may not need those pregnancy pillows, Oroku is fully willing to be in any position to make sleep more comfortable for you. His somehow sleeps very lightly whilst sleeping like a bear simultaneously, so you won’t get any complaints outta him :p

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Idk if you want me to add more to this one, lemme know-

I’ve never been pregnant before lol so I’m just going off what I hear and see often 😭😭

[influenzalake]

You Know... Damian Wayne x (pregnant?)Reader blurb 

tw: pregnancy , she / her pronouns , 500+ words

reader tells Damian they're going to have a baby

- - - 

You've been staring at your husband of 6 years for a while. He is hunched over stacks of folders labeled "Top Secret" and after all this time you know not to interrupt him. Plus, it's cute seeing him mumble and scribble when he works. Eventually, he will pause his madness and give you his time. This is how you get his attention when he gets like this. Usually you leave him to his business, but you have a feeling he's going to want to hear what you have to say. 

When you hear the click of his pen and the rustling of papers cease your heart starts racing. 

Oh Yeah, that what you're here for. 

It's now or SOMETIME right?

It-

"Yes, My Love?"

All you can do is keep staring. You keep his attention because his time is valuable, but this news is priceless. 

You soften your gaze and walk closer without another word. (Maybe he'll do his Damian Thing and save you the trouble? He's a detective isn't he?)

The nerves are starting to show anyway, your hands just can't stop shaking! You look away in embarrassment as your body betrays you and now Damian knows it's serious.

You sit down and take a breath to speak, but make the mistake of finding those deep green eyes. The air you once had disappears spontaneously and another wave of nerves hits. You speak hastily as to not alarm Damian any further, but what comes out isn't exactly what you planned...

"   I...  You know I've .. always admired how you ... carry yourself Damian."

Damian gives you a confused expression. Not what he was expecting, but he allows you to continue without distraction. 

"Your body is strong and ... can carry .. and hold a lot!"

Okay, now he's actually just confused.

"Yes. I'm ... I love most is your arms."

*Okayyy, so she did all this- to talk about my arms?*, Damian thinks

"So strong... they can hold me and- others too."

You start getting more comfortable in the real subject of the matter. You reach up to grace your hands on Damian's shoulders.

"You can hold and carry me and others of different ages..."

Damian is getting anxious now, what is she talking about, specifically? How does this relate to his musculature? Why was she so nervous to speak to him? 

You decide to finish this dance in one move. From the shoulders you run your hands down his toned arms. Slowly you find his palms and, without breaking his gaze, bring his hands to your lower belly. 

"I'm Pregnant." 

...

You see his eyes pop and you swear you can feel his heart skip a beat from the pulses on his wrist. He turns down to look at his hands and you follow suit. Now it's his turn to stare and have shaky hands. His eyes are intense and his skin is stressed to have every bit of surface area on your womb. You lean back more and give him some time to process. When he's ready, he will let you know just like he always does~

[hornedstorys]

Jason Todd x Reader - Du bist schwanger und er rettet dich - Teil 1

Warnungen: Bedrohung ausgehend von wiederlichen Gotham Männern, Schwangerschaft (Falls jemand keinen Bock drauf hat), Geburt, Angst, Schmerzen, Wehen. Jason ist für dich da und gibt dir halt - die Welt braucht einfach einen beschützenden Baby Daddy wie Jason

Inhalt: Du bist schwanger und Red Hood rettet dich, als du in Gefahr gerehtst und plötzlich erwachen seine Beschützerinstinkte und er passt auf dich auf bis zur Geburt.

Du warst gerade auf dem Heimweg, du hattest deine Oma besucht, die ein paar Blogs weiter wohnte und ab und zu hast du ihr geholfen, doch seid deiner Schwangerschaft konntest du auch nicht mehr viel tun. Also hast du dich einfach mit ihr unterhalten und geholfen die Wäsche zu waschen.

Deine Füße taten weh und dein Kind sagte dir heute sehr, wie erschöpft er ebenfalls war. Er oder sie trat gegen deinen Bauch und du hast geseufzt und deinen Bauch gestreichelt.

"Ich weiß Kleiner, ich möchte auch nach Hause", hast du geflüstert und bist weiter gegangen. Es war heute irgendwie frisch und ein ungutes gefühl stieg in dir auf, als du durch die leeren Straßen von Gotham entlangliefst. Du hast versucht ruhig zu bleiben, denn du wolltest deinem Baby keine Sorgen bereiten. Es würde wahrscheinlich nur noch einige Wochen dauern, bis zu endbinden und du warst ganz alleine. Du hattest Angst vor der Geburt, aber gleichzeitig hast du dich schon sehr darauf gefreut und konntest es kaum erwarten dein Kind in den Armen zu halten.

Deine geschwollenen Füße drückten in den Schuhe, aber du wolltest nicht aufhören mit dem Laufen, denn Gotham war um diese Zeit nicht sehr angenehm. Doch plötzlich hörtest du Stimmen hinter dir und dir wurde plötzlich kälter. Es klang nach betrunkenen Männer und das hatte dir gerade noch gefehlt. Die Angst in dir wuchs und plötzlich wurden die Stimmen lauter.

"Wen haben wir denn da", lallte der Erste, aber du haste es ignoriert und bist weiter gegangen. Deine einzige Sorge war das Kind, welches du nun schon seid Monaten unter dem Herzen trugst. Du musstest es beschützen und einfach schnell nach Hause kommen.

"Komm schon Süße, bleib stehen", die nächste Stimme hallte durch deinen Kopf und du hast nur geflüstert: "last mich gehen", natürlich hörten sie es nicht. 'Geh weiter' sagst du dir in Gedanken und deine Schritte wurden schneller. Dein Griff fest um deinen geschwollenen Bauch. Tränen sammelten sich in deine Augen. Wie ein Rudel hungriger Wölfe kamen die Männer immer näher, doch bevor dich ihre grierigen Hände packen konnten stößt du gegen etwas oder jemanden. Der Geruch von Leder und Metall stieg dir in die Nase und du hast aufgeblickt.

Eine blutrote Maske starrte dich an, die weißen Löcher, die als Augen funktionierten blickten stumm auf dich hinab, doch der Kopf war leicht zur Seite gedreht, fragend. Wieder hörtest du die Stimmen die aus den Gassen drangen, dann hast du dich wieder dem fremden Rächer zugewandt.

"Bitte hilf mir", flehtest du ihn an. Seine weißen Maskenaugen durchbohrten deine Gestalt und sein Blick viel auf deinen runden Bauch, den du noch immer beschützend festhielst und dann drangen die Stimmen der Männer ebenfalls zu ihm durch. Sanft aber bestimmt packte er dich und zog dich hinter ihn. Dein Blick fiel auf seine Waffen und du hast dich gefragt, wer dieser fremde Rächer war. EIn Söldner? War er ein Antiheld? Er hatte eine einschüchternte Aura, doch irgendwie hattest du das Gefühl er würde dir helfen.

Die Männer kamen auf euch zu. Es waren drei Stück und als sie den Söldner sahen zuckten sie zusammen und hielten inne.

"Komm schon, rück die Puppe raus", grinste der eine Schief und der Söldner merkte wie du dich fester an ihn krallst und dich hinter ihm versteckst.

"Die Lady hat keine Interesse", drang seine roboterhafte Stimme durch die Maske und seine weißen Augen verengten sich böse. Mit einer Hand hielt er dich weiterhin hinter sich. Er war eigentlich nicht dafür bekannt arme Jungfrauen in Not zu retten, doch eine schwangere Frau solchen ekelhaften leuten zu hinterlassen würde ihn bis an sein Lebensende noch verfolgen. Deine hilflosen Augen haben ihn schwach gemacht und sein Beschützerinstinkt erwachte, was ziemlich selten bis nie vor kam.

Doch die Männer ließen nicht locker, der Alkohol machte sie dumm und der Söldner wartete nur drauf ihnen den Kopf wegzuschießen. Kurz neigte er seinen Kopf in deine Richtung.

"Das kann gleich hässlich werden. Schließ die Augen, wenn ich schieße", deine Augen wurden größer doch du hast nur genickt. Der erste Mann griff an, doch es war eine Leichtigkeit ihn mit einem starken Schlag zu Boden zu bringen. Der Nächste bekam eine Kugel zwischen die Augen und du hattest vergessen deine Augen zu schließen. Ehrfüchtig hast du mit angesehen wie alle Drei niedergestreckt wurden und der Söldner seine Waffen, drehend, wieder in die Waffenscheiden steckte.

Er drehte sich zu dir um und dein Blick sagte ihm deutlich, dass du nicht auf ihn gehört hast.

"Ich sagte doch nicht gucken", seine Stimme klang leicht knurrend und du bist leicht erschrocken zurückgestolpert. Doch du hattest die Mülltonne hinter dir nicht gesehen und bist rückwärts gestolpert, doch bevor du schreien konntest packten dich zwei starke Händ eund zogen dich gegen eine eiserne Brust. Du hast gekeucht und sanft drückt der maskierte Mann dich zurück und blickte zu dir hinunter. Du hast dich zitternt an seine Oberarme gekrallt.

"Dankeschön", hauchtest du und er nickte nur und schien dich zu mustern, als würde er dich nach Verletzungen abchecken.

"Was machst du ihr draußen ganz alleine und dazu noch hochschwanger?" Fragte er und schob dich langsam und behutsam aus der Gasse. Deine Wangen brannten vor Verlegenheit.

"Ich hatte meine Oma besucht. Ich wollte gerade nach Hause gehen, ich denke ich hab die Zeit vergessen. Normalerweise bin ich um diese Zeit nicht mehr draußen, auch nicht wenn ich nicht schwanger wäre", hast du ihm erklärt und er nickte wieder.

"ich denke es ist besser, wenn ich dich nach Hause bringe oder kann dich dein Babydaddy nicht abholen?" hackte er verwirrt nach und wunderte sich, wie dein Partner dich einfach alleine heir draußen lassen konnte. So verletzlich wie du warst und mit dieser Kugel konntest du nicht einmal wirklich rennen. Doch er bemerkte, dass du inne hielst und deine Augen tränten.

"Es gibt keinen Vater", hauchst du und dein Blick war gesenkt. Der Söldner versteifte sich.

"Er ist tot."

Es lief ihm kalt über den Rücken und er musste schmerzlich an die Zeit zurückdenken, als er selbst tot war. Es traumatisierte ihn bis heute und ließ ihn nicht schlaffen. Er hatte Angsstörungen und Alpträume. Seine Maske blickte dich mit so vielen Emotionen an wie nur möglich war und sein Herz schmerzte, als die Vergangenheit ihn langsam wieder einholte. Doch als er deine kleine Hand an seinem Arm spürte erwachte er aus seiner Starre. Er blickte zu dir hinhab und du hast ihn snaft angelächelt.

"Ich bin dir was schuldig... äh."

"Red Hood", klärte er dich auf und du hast ihn mit großen Augen angesehen. Du hattest schon ein paar Mal von diesem Rächer gehört, viele Arbeitskollegen hatten von ihm gesprochen und jetzt standest du persönlich vor ihm.

"Wow, du bist der Red Hood?"

E schnaufte amüsiert und nickte.

"Der Allerechte, doch die Meisten die mich sehen freuen sich nicht so sehr darüber, dass ich da bin", sein Ton brach etwas, als er an sein Antihelden Leben dachte. Er hatte viele Menschen getötet und er würde es weitehrin tun. Doch er fand es irgendwie niedlich, dass du ihn so beeindruckt angesehen hast.

"Weil du Menschen tötest?" Riss deine Frage ihn aus den Gedanken und er nickte wieder.

"Wo wohnst du?" Fragte er und du versuchte vom Thema abzulenken. Du hast ihm deine Adresse gegeben. Er begleutete dich wirklich den ganzen Weg und Jede Schattengestalt dich euch noch entgegenkam um diese Zeit machte einen großen Bogen um euch. Red Hoods Blick war eisern und angsteinflößend, aber dies tat er nur, um diese Leute von dir fernzuhalten.

Ihr standet nun an deiner Türe und bevor du sie öffnetest drehtest du dich noch einmal zu ihm um, ein sanftes Lächeln lag auf deinen Lippen.

"Du hast mich gerettet, Red Hood. Ich glaube du bist ein guter Kerl. Gute Nacht und nochmals vielen Dank", der maskierte Mann riss die Augen auf und wollte etwas sagen, seine Hand hob sich, doch in diesem Moment bist du durch die Tür verschwunden.

"... gute Nacht", haucht er und starrte auf das Türschild.

Du gingst dem Rächer nicht aus dem Kopf. Er saß auf seinem Stammplatz, auf einem hohen Gebäude und starrte auf den wilden Verkehr. Der Trubel da unten nervte ihn, weswegen er sich gerne nahc oben verzog und die Stille genoss, doch dein Gesicht tauchte stöndig vor sienem geistigen Auge auf und auch deien Worte ließen ihn nicht los.

'Ich denke du bist ein guter Kerl.'

Er schnaubte amüsiert und wehleidig.

"Wenn du nur wüsstest", flüstert er und starrte auf den roten Helm in seinen Händen. Die Maske die ihn schützte und ihn stärkte. Die seine meotionen verbarg und ihn zu dem kalten Mörder machte, der er war..., der er sein musste und wollte. Er war kein guter mann, er war gebrochen und krank. Seine Gedanken waren wild, sie gerieten aus den Fugen und sein temperament stieg. Er hatte Agressionsprobleme, Adhs und Schlafstörungen. Er tötete täglich so viele Menschen, dass selbst Satan davor Angst haben würde, dass er in die Hölle kommen würde. Seid seinem Tod war alles einfach anders und sein Kiefer spannte sich hart an Dann stand er auf und setzte sich den Helm wieder auf den Kopf und blickte noch ein Mal auf den ganzen Trubel, bevor er aufbrach.

Du standest gerader in deinem Zimmer und hast die Wäsche zusammengelegt, doch plötzlich wurdest du durch ein Klopfen an deinem Fenster aufgreschreckt. Verwirrt hast du die Vorhänge zur Seite gezogen und dein Mund klappte auf, als du ihn erblicktest.

Er deutete nach unten und du hast verstanden und das Fenster geöffnet.

"Womit habe ich die Ehre?" Hast du ihn grinsend gefragt und er kratzte sich verlegen am Nacken.

"Ich wollte nach dir sehen, ob es dir... euch..., gut geht", bei seinen Worten bist du rot geworden und deine Wangen hatten beinnahe die selbe Farbe wie sein Helm. Es freute dich zu hören, dass er dein Kind ebenfalls erwähnte.

"Uns geht es gut, etwas erschöpft, aber gut" hast du ihm erklärt und wolltest gerade weiter die Wäsche zusammenlegen, doch er nahm dir das Oberteil aus der Hand. Verwirrt hast du ihn angesehen.

"Darf ich dir helfen?" Du hobst eine Augenbraue und seine weißen Augen starrten dich intensiv an, dann hast du vorsichtig genickt.

"Natürlich, wenn du möchtest", du hast fast gelacht.

"Es tut mir leid, wenn ich plötzlich so reingeplatzt bin", entschuldigte sich seine roboterhafte Stimme und du hast es mit einer Handbwegung abgetan.

"Ach alles gut. Ich schätze deine Hilfe sehr und es ist schön, mal nicht ganz so alleine zu sein", erzählst du und setzt dich auf dein Bett. Dein Blick folgte seinen beandschuhten Händen und wie sie die Wäsche zusammenlag. Es war etwas unsauber, aber du hast es wirklich bezaubernd gefunden und auch, dass er vorbeigekommen ist. Sanft ruhte deine Hand auf deinem Bauch und immer wieder blickte Red Hood auf ihn. Er fande es faszinierend wie das Leben so einfach in dir wuchs. Das aus zwei winzigen Einzelteilen soetwas großes wuchs, war einfach eine Sensation.

"Hast du Familie?" Hast du ihn plötzlich gefragt und kurz versteifte er sich.

"Ja und nein", seine Worte verwirrten dich.

"Ich habe eine Familie, aber ich habe mich von ihnen distanziert und führe mein Leben lieber alleine", erklärte er und legte die gefaltete Wäsche zurück in den Korb, den er anschließend neben deinen Schrank stellte. Vorsichtig setzte er sich neben dich aufs Bett, ohne etwas dreckig zu machen und starrte auf seine Handschuhe hinab.

"Das ist wirklich schade, Familie kann so wichtig sein. Aber wenn du gute Gründe hattest kann ich das wirklich verstehen." Dein Blick ruhte nun ebenfalls auf seinen Handschuhen. Es herrschte kurz eine unangenehme Stille.

"Er ist gefallen", hast du angefangen und kurz zuckte Hoods Arm, doch er blieb still. Sein Atem ging schwer und sein Hals zog sich zusammen.

"Er ist im krieg gefallen... und er hatte noch zu mir gesagt er würde bald wiederkommen", du hast aufgelacht, doch dein Lachen verwandelte sich in ein Schluchzen und die Tränen bahnten sich ihren Weg aus deinen Augen. Du bist mit einer Entschuldigung aufgestanden und hast dir ein Taschentuch geholt.

"Jetzt bin ich hier schwanger und alleine und ich hasse es wirklich so hilflos zu sein. Manchmal fehlt mir eiunfach die Kraft, verstehst du", flüsterst du schniefend und strichst dir die Tränen von den Wangen. Plötzlich schlangen sich zwei breite Arme um deinen Rücken und drückten dich gegen eine warme Brust. Wieder floßen die Tränen und Hood und du seid zusammen zu Boden gesunken. Du hielst dich fest an seiner Lederjacke und irgendwie berughigte dich der Geruch von ihm.

Hood hielt dich eisern fest und wollte dich nicht loslassen. Er starrte einfach an die Wand und spürte deine zitternte Gestalt. Es tat ihm so leid für dich und es erschrak ihn, welche Emotionen in ihm auftauchten. Und seit diesem Tag schwor er sich für dich da zu sein und dich zu beschützen.

Red Hood hielt sich an sein Wort. Er kam so gut wie jeden Tag oder jede Nacht. Er sah nach dir, half dir die Wäsche zu machen, versuchte sogar zu kochen, auch wenn ihm das ab und zu noch schwer fiel, aber dein Lachen, als er die Eier anbrannte, erfüllte ihn wirklich sehr und er fühlte sich endlich wieder an wie Zuhause. Er merkte mit jedem Tag wie sein kaltes Herz schmolz.

Doch seinen Helm nahm er nie ab. Auch seinen echten Namen gab er dir nie Preis, weil er Angst hatte seine Mauern komplett abzureißen und dir alles zu zeigen. Doch du hattest es verstanden und nihn zu nichts gedrängt. Du hattest keine Angst vor seiner Maske und sie wurde zu dienem Alltag.

Er brachte dir jedes Mal zwei Hamburger mit, als er nach der Patroullie Hunger hatte und du konntest fast genauso viel verdrücken wie er. Dein Heißhunger war noch immer nicht gestillt und er fand es wirklich amüsant.

"Du kannst wirklich viel essen", lachte er und du verzogst das Gesicht.

"Ich esse auch für Zwei, mein Lieber", hast dud cih verteitigt und in den zweiten Hamburger gebissen und gestöhnt, als der Geschmack deinen Mund verführte. Du hast die Augen geschlossen.

"Das sind die besten Burger die ich je gegessen habe!" Jammerst du und Hood schüttzelte belustig den Kopf.

"Du weißt schon, dass es nicht ganz stimmt mit dem 'Ich esse für Zwei'. Es ist ein Mythos", klärte er dich auf, doch du hast ihn unterbrochen und ihm einen Zeigefinger an den Helm gesetzt, wo sonst sein Mund wäre.

"Bitte halt den Mund, Hood. Ich brauch einfach zwei Burger", er schnaufte amüsiert und hob die Hände. Du hast deinen Bauch gestreichelt und wohlig geseufzt, als du zuende gegessen hattest und Red Hood blickte wieder auf deinen runden Bauch. Du hats es bemerkt und vorsichtig seine Hand genommen, du hast gespürt wie er sich versteift und als du seine große Hand zu deinem Bauch führtest wurden seine Augen größer.

"Nicht...-", fing er an doch du hast nicht nachgegeben und schon lag sein Gewicht auf deinem Bauch. Seine komplette Anspannung verschwand und seine Augen weiteten sich noch mehr, als er deinen Bauch unter seinem Handschuh fühlte, doch er wollte mehr spüren, also zog er seine Handschuhe aus und zum ersten Mal hast du seine Hände gesehen. Vernarbt, schwielig und groß. Du hast dein Oberteil über den Bauch geschoben, um ihn deine warme, nackte Haut spüren zu lassen. Er keuchte, als das Baby gegen seine Hand trat, als würde es sagen wollen 'Hallo, ich bin hier!'

Seine Hand fühlte sich erst fremd an deinem Bauch an, doch gleichzeitig ließ sie dich so sicher fühlen und ein wohliges Gefühl drang durch deinen K��rper und ein sanftes Lächeln umspielte deine Lippen. Du hast deine Hand auf seine gelegt und sein Helm schwankte in deine Richtung.

"Ich denke du wärst ein großartiger Vater, Red Hood", er gefror und seine weißen Augen weiteten sich. Du hast ihn weiter angelächelt, als du seine Reaktion gesehen hattest. Noch nie hatte er so viel Stolz und Freude in sich gespürt und... Liebe. So viel Liebe, dass ihm beinnahe schlecht wurde und solche Worte aus deinem Mund zu hören ließ ihn schwächeln. Er konnte nicht leugnen, dass sich seine Gefühle für dich mit jedem Tag verstärkt hatten. Es wra als hätte das Schicksal euch zusammengeführt und nun saß er hier, streichelte deinen Babybauch und dachte darüber nach wie es wäre, wenn du sein Kind unter dem Herzen tragen würdest.

"Jason. Nenn mich Jason Todd."

Jason war auf Patroullie und du hast dich Zuhause hingelegt, du wusstest nicht wann er kommen würde, aber irgendwie fühltest du dich heute unruhig. Dein Rücken schmerzte und dein Bauch fühlte sich zum platzen gespannt. Er war fest und du hast gestöhnt und dir auf die Lippen gebissen.

"Was ist los Kleiner?" Hast du dein Kind gefragt, es fühlte sich so unruhig in dir an und du hattest das dumpfe Gefühl, dass heute der Tag war.

Plötzlich spürtest du eine schwarfen Stich und du hast laut gekeucht, als dann noch Wasser an deinen Beinen hinuntergelaufen ist.

'Oh nein!' Dachtest du dir und genau in diesem Moment kam Jason durch die Tür, mit Tüten in der Hand.

"Hey (Y/n) ich ab-", er stockte sofort, als er deine gekrümmte Form sah. Er ließ die Taschen fallen und schritt mit großen Schritten auf dich zu. Der Blick seiner Maske war besorgt.

"Jason", stöhnst du und krallst dich in seinen Arm, "Ich glaub, dass Baby kommt", bei diesen Worten zögerte er nicht und führte dich in dein Auto. Er fuhr so schnell es ging durch Gotham City und zum nächsten Krankenhaus.

Schreiend lagst du im Kreissaal, während die Hebamme zwischen deinen Beinen saß und dir Anweisungen gab. Jason hatten sie nicht mit rein gelassen, sie hatten ANgst vor ihm und machten sich eventuell auch Sorgen um dich.

"Lasst ihn sofort rein!", Schriest du, "Ich brauch ihn", du wimmerst und Jason konnte deine quälenden Worte hören. Es zeriss ihm das Herz und gleichzeitig sammelte sich Wut in ihm. Er verlor langsam seine Geduld und seine Hände bildeten sich zu Fäusten. Jason stapfte auf die Tür zu und sah jeden durch seine Maske grimmig an und dann durchstoß er die Mauer die dich von ihm trennte.

Dein Anblick ließ ihn erstarren, du hielst dich an den Bettgestellen fest und dein Gesicht war schmerzverzogen. Schnell riss er sich den Helm vom Kopf und kniete sich neben dein Bett. Deine Augen wurden größer, als seine stahlgrauen Augen besorgt in deine Blickten und auch seine Handschuhe hatte er weggeworfen. Seine warme, raue Hand fuhr sanft über deine Wange.

"Du machst das großartig, meine Hübsche", lobte er dich und du wärts wahrscheinlich rot geworden bei dem Kosenamen, wenn du nicht solche Schmerzen hättest.

"Es ist bald geschafft", sagte die hebamme und Jason hielt dir seine Hand hin, du hast sie fest umschlossen.

"Halte durch, (Y/n). Du bist so stark, du bist die stärkste Frau die ich kenne", flüstert er dir ins Ohr und keines dieser Worte war gelogen. Du warst wirklich die stärkste Frau die ihm jemals begegnet ist und du hast keine Superkräfte dafür gebraucht.

MIt einem letzten Pressen hast du es endlich geschafft. Der Schrei eines Neugeborenen hallte durch den Kreissaal und du hast erschöpft und lächelnt deine nasse Stirn gegen Jason gelehnt und die Augen geschloss. Er streichelte sanft dein feuchtes Haar und gab dir einen Kuss auf die Stirn. Dann wurde dir endlich dein Kind auf die Brust gelegt.

"Es ist ein Mädchen!" Verkündet die Arzthelferin freudig und deine Augen glänztend. Jason sah das kleine Bündel mit großen Augen an. Sie war so klein und zerbrechlich und ihre Finger waren so winzig. Er traute sich nicht einmal zu atment, weil er Angst hatte, dass er sie wegwehen würde wie einen Schmetterling.

"Willst du sie halten?" Hast du ihn sanft gefragt und seine Augen wurden größer. Er zögerte erst, doch du hast darauf bestanden und ihm deine Tochter langsam in den Arm gelegt. Er starrte sie nur erführchtig an, seine grauen Augen verließen sie niemals und seine Herz klopfte wild gegen seine Brust.

"Ich sag doch, du wärst ein guter Vater, Jason", lächelst du und Jason gab dir das strahlenste Lächeln, welches er noch nie jemand anderem gegeben hatte.

[iguana-eyanna]

An Honest Man

Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x pregnant reader

Summary: After parting ways with Alfred, you found out something unexpectedly that could change both your futures

Warning: language, mentions of alcohol,

You arrived at the door you've once visited many times. You slowly take a deep breath and knock on the door.

You could hear your heart pounding against your chest as your nerves took over your body.

You could hear footsteps coming and see the door open slowly. A familiar face greets you at the door, smiling at you widely.

"Oh my goodness, hello dearie! I haven't seen you in ages!" Mary Pennyworth said, hugging you tightly.

You smile back as you hugged her too.

"I'm sorry to intrude at a time like this." You said, almost about to cry.

Mrs. Pennyworth lets go to see if you were alright and rubs your arm.

"Let's come inside, I'll warm up the kettle."

You haven't been to the Pennyworth's in a few months since you've broken up with their son, Alfred Pennyworth.

Yes, the infamous man who will never take no for an answer.

When you started dating, it started innocently. He was a gentleman, and made sure you were protected and loved.

But along the way, he started to lose the 'love' part.

Since the divide in England, Alfred was trying to make enough money to leave the country and move to America. His mother didn't like the idea of leaving her life behind, especially when so many people need help. You felt the same too, but you tried to support Alfred.

After losing the money and his closest friend, he began to change. He became ruthless and unforgiving.

That was the last straw as he kept on lying to you like he did with his mum. He'll never be the honest man he once was.

Mrs. Pennyworth returns with your tea as you sat by the couch.

"Thanks, Mrs-"

"Oh love, you know you could always call me mum. Even if you aren't with my son, I always thought of you as a daughter."

"Thank you, mum." You said, feeling better as you took a sip of your tea.

You place the mug down and place your hands on your lap, bunching the fabric of your skirt.

"There's something I've been wanting to tell you, but I don't know how you'll react."

She gives you a sympathetic smile.

"I think the world of you, nothing will change my mind of that."

For some reason, you began to sob. Mrs. Pennyworth became alert, and joined you at the couch as she hugged you tightly, soothing you.

"I'm-I'm pregnant... with Alfred's baby." You muffled out.

She became shocked at first, but rubbed your back as you were starting to calm down.

You started to sit straight, still sniffling with the handkerchief she soon gave you.

"I thought I was getting sick and realized I was missing my time of the month. I blamed it on the stress after everything that's been going on, so I went to a doctor. He said I'm at least 3 months along, and I want to have this baby."

"Oh my love, I'm sorry you had to through that alone. You should have told me sooner..." She said.

"You're not- upset?" You ask.

"Why would I? You're about to make me a grandmother!" She said, hugging you again.

You gave out a relieved chuckle as you leaned on her shoulder.

"What I'm more upset about is my son, stubborn as his father." She said. You've heard around that she kicked him out of her home and that they weren't on speaking terms.

"I haven't told him yet... I don't think I'm ready for that moment."

Mrs. Pennyworth looks at you with a smile and holds your hand.

"Take all the time you need, I hope one day that Alfred comes to his senses and sees that he's been acting like a fool. For now, if you like, you could stay with me as long as you need to. I don't like how you're living alone out there, it's too dangerous." She said, as you wrote letters to her from the past weeks, keeping her date of how you were.

"Thank you, you don't know how much that means to me." You said, giving a tearful smile as you two hug again.

From then on, you stayed with her during your pregnancy. It has been a bit hard as you still haven't approached Alfred yet and have countless moments where you wish he was here with you. His mum made sure to help you like picking out baby clothes and gave helpful tips for when the baby is born.

You were nearing the end of your trimester, and you were cooking dinner for the two of you. The phone began to ring and Mary said she'd be able to answer it.

"Hello?" she asks.

"Mum, it's me, Alfred..." he said through the line.

Mary looks over to the kitchen to see if you were paying attention, but you were looking down at your belly and smiling.

"Now's not a good time, son." She whispered.

"I want to make up for everything for these past few weeks. Would it be alright if I could come so we could talk?" He asks, really wanting to make things right with his mother.

"Mum, the baby's kicking again!" You yelled out.

Alfred couldn't believe who he heard in the background.

"Mum, is that-"

"Hush now, she doesn't know you're on the phone." she whispered.

"Just a moment darling! I'll be right there." she says out loud.

"Why did she said there's a baby kicking?" Alfred asks, clueless.

Mary takes a deep breath, as she doesn't want to betray your trust but knows that her son is trying to mend the torn bond between them.

"I promised not to say anything, but know that she still loves you. She needs you more than ever, Alfie. For my sake, come here and tell her what you need to before it's too late." She said, hanging up.

Alfred was still confused as to what happened. Then suddenly, everything clicked.

"Christ." Alfred muttered to himself, as his eyes were almost popping outside of his head. For the rest of his day, he was alone with his thoughts.

How far along were you?

Did you have to go through this alone?

Were you sleeping alright?

Alfred hasn't been sleeping well either these past nights, either pouring himself in martinis and women. He felt sick to the stomach, as nothing mattered to him anymore, not even money.

As he stared at up at his office ceiling, he knew what he had to do.

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There was a loud persistent knocking that woke you up. You slowly got up in bed, as you stayed in Alfred's room.

You'd hope that Mary would get the door as you felt tired from another restless night. The knocking continued, so you grab a cardigan and slowly went down the stairs, realizing that Mary must have stepped out.

"Hello?" You ask, not knowing who'd be behind the door.

"Love?" said a voice you've once known, like a record you once loved to play every night.

You were too stunned to speak, slightly panicking.

"Mary's not here." you stuttered out, placing a hand on your beating heart.

"I came to see you, love. Please, I just want to make sure you're alright."

You hesitantly grab the knob of the door and slowly open it. You were hiding in the back of the door, using it as a shield. You then see Alfred after so many months. There were so many things you could say, but only a few words flew out of your mouth.

"You look like shit."

Alfred couldn't help but laugh. It was true: he has been living off on alcohol and 3 hours of sleep each night.

"May I come in?" He asks.

You move the door aside so he can come in. You then closed the door, not wanting him to look at you.

He slowly closes in the proximity, trying to hold your hand.

"Let me see you." He says quietly. He wasn't demanding, but you knew in his tone that he had to know the truth.

You slowly turn around, unbuttoning your cardigan as you reveal your sleeping gown that hugged your midsection. Alfred looks down, remaining his cool but you knew his mind swirled with thoughts.

"H-How many months-"

"Six." You interrupted.

He nodded in a small motion.

"I tried to tell you, Alfred. But the way we ended... I just wanted to figure things out myself." You said, feeling the room shrink around you.

"I understand... I just- wished I was there for you." He said.

You unintentionally release a scoff.

"I think that's a bit too late for that." You said, waddling to the kitchen to get some water.

Alfred follows you, feeling a bit annoyed.

"I came to apologize, I just want to make things right like before." Alfred said.

You took a glass of water, placing the cup back on the counter.

"Even before our breakup, we were arguing day and night and would end up with angry sex. I don't think I want that." You said.

Alfred is trying to keep his temper in check.

"Can't you see that I'm trying?" He asks, his voice becoming louder.

You give him a death glare as your eyes sparked like a growing fire.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me! These past two years, all that you've been fighting for is yourself and what you want. You want to go to America. You don't want to fight in this war unless it concerns to you. I fought for us, Alfred! Every single fucking day I fought for us. And now, my priorities is to this baby that we made together. It is the only piece of you that I love. So don't you think you could just walk back into this home that you've been kicked out of and try to piece back a relationship that you've didn't want to be serious in the first place." You said, your chest rising and falling like a wave.

In recent years, Alfred has taken punches, bullets, and knife wounds.

But your words hurt him the hardest. All he could do was stand and take every blow you swung at him, cause that's what he deserved.

You can't handle his silence, as your eyes prick with tears.

"I can't do this, Alfie. I'm done being angry, I don't what to feel like this anymore." You said, beginning to cry.

At that moment, Alfred breaks out of his spell. He closes in quickly and hugs you tightly, carefully picking you up and carry you to the sofa. He mutters sweet nothings in your ear as he kisses the top of your head.

"I shouldn't have pushed you out. There's no excuse for the way I've been acting lately. I feel like I've been losing everyone I love and I don't want to lose you indefinitely. That fear just kept on growing every night, and my worst nightmares became a reality. I'm so sorry love." Alfred says, as he too became to cry.

You hold onto him tighter, missing the way he felt in your arms.

"You broke my heart, Alfie. How will I know you won't break it again?" You ask in a whisper.

He pulls away, trying to find something in his left pocket.

"I earned this with honest work, cause I want to be an honest man to you and our lil' one."

He soon took out a small box, revealing a simple engagement ring.

"I should have done this a long time ago, I wanted to marry you since the day I met you. But I got prideful and took you for granted. I don't expect you to say yes now, but I wanted to show you how serious I am about us. So take the time you need, even by the time we're growing white hairs and wrinkles."

You chuckle, wiping away your tears.

"I want to work on us before we take the next step if that's alright." You said, unsure how he'll respond.

"That's more than alright, love." He said, joining your forehead with him as you gave him another chance.

Later on, Alfred was back home with his mum and had a tearful reunion. He made sure that he built the crib and got a bigger bed for you to share.

When your water broke, Alfred was there for every moment, even when the nurses tried to kick him out. He was glued to your side and took your insults like a champ.

Now, you were staring down at your daughter, Felicia Mary Pennyworth.

"I was wondering why you chose that name." Alfred asks as he sat next to you on the hospital bed.

"I wanted to give her the nickname Phee, like how her daddy is called Alfie." You said.

Alfred smiles and kisses your temple, getting emotional as he looks at his precious angel.

"It's perfect."

You look at him, feeling proud at how much Alfred has changed for the better. He became the man you loved so much.

And that's when you knew your answer.

"Alfred, do you still have the- you know." You ask a bit shyly.

He was about to ask what until his eyes widen. He gets off of the bed, patting his clothes until he found what he was looking for.

"I never left home without it. Are you sure about this?" He asks, not wanting you to feel pressured or rushed.

"I never felt more sure in my life." You said.

Alfred takes a deep breath, and bent on one knee as he opened the box for the engagement ring.

"I was a fool once for letting you go. You gave me something wonderful and I still don't have enough to show how grateful I am to have me back in you and our daughter's lives. So, will you marry me?"

"Oh my days!" a voice screams out. You and Alfred turn around to see Mary looking gobsmacked as she just arrived to your room.

"Mum!" Alfred replies, making you laugh.

"I'm sorry dear, carry on." She said, stepping away, but making sure she wasn't too far so she can hear.

You nod your head up and down as your smile became wider.

"Yes, I will marry you."

Alfred breaks out in the biggest smile and gets up, kissing you passionately. He slides the ring on your finger and kisses your hand.

"I love you, and I can't wait for us to be a family." He says, as more tears began to pour.

You wipe them away as you kiss his eyelids.

"We already are, Alfie. Nothing will ever change that."

Alfred calls back his mum as she congratulated you two on the proposal and the birth of her granddaughter who was named after her.

From then on, nothing torn your love for the man that you fell in love with.

[streetlamp-amber]

never ending night

bruce wayne x femwife!reader

word count: 1.7k | divider by @saradika | requests are open!

CW: pregnancy, pure fluff NOTES: hello hi i’m ailís and i’ve been meaning to start a blog where i can post some one shots that i’ve been thinking of as a way to motivate myself to finally write down my ideas so this is it. i’ll be double posting my stuff on ao3 (which you can find in my bio) and will eventually make a masterlist as well as a navigation post with a list of fandoms/characters i write for. also, english isn’t my first language.

It was close to three in the morning when Bruce finally joined you in bed after a long night of patrolling and fighting bottom of the barrel criminals all night. He showered in the bathroom on the first floor of the manor to avoid making too much noise and waking you up, but when he finally walked in your shared bedroom, you were already awake, sitting up against the headboard.

“Darling, what are you doing still up?” Bruce asked you as he reached his side of the bed.

The room was dark par for the moonlight filtering through the gap between the curtains, meaning your husband had yet to notice the state you were in.

“Dick had a nightmare,” you answered, voice barely above a whisper due to how tired you were. “It took me two hours to get him to fall back asleep and when I finally came back here, this little one started kickboxing me and keeping me awake for another hour,” you continued rubbing your round belly in hopes of soothing your baby to finally catch some sleep.

“I’m sorry I wasn't here to help,” Bruce apologised, planting a kiss on your temple as he held you close to his body.

“It’s alright, Gotham needs you,” you dismissed, not at all angry.

“Still, you’re six months pregnant. You’re growing our child inside your body, you need all the rest you can get,” he softly argued. “I would've come home earlier but all the amateur criminals came out tonight.”

“Bruce, it’s fine,” you brought your hand up to his cheek and he leaned his head into your touch. “You’ve already been cutting your patrols shorter since we found out about the baby. As long as you keep coming back home to us, alive, then I’m not mad.”

Not knowing what to say – his gratefulness for having someone so accepting of his duty as Batman was almost overwhelming, even after all those years – Bruce kissed your palm while staring at you with the same look full of love that he has been sporting since the first time he met you six years ago.

“How’d I get so lucky to fall in love with the most understanding and selfless person I know?” He asked while grabbing your hand on his cheek, wrapping his fingers around yours and squeezing them gently.

“Now that’s a lie,” you rebutted, a loving smile on your lips, lowering your joined hands on the bed. “You’re more selfless than I am. You’re the most selfless man in the world.”

“Let’s not start this never ending argument again,” Bruce chuckled, now his turn to hold your face as he brought you in for a kiss.

You happily sighed against his lips, the feeling of home that overtook you every time you tasted them was a nice welcome in this interminable night. But the kiss was cut short as you felt your baby kick again and you let your head fall back as you groaned.

“She’s still kicking?” Bruce asked you, he couldn't see the movements under your skin due to the darkness of the room and your hand on your belly.

“We don't know it's a she,” you reminded him instead of answering. You had both decided to wait until the birth to know the gender.

“And I’m telling you, I know it's a girl,” your husband repeated for what could be the hundredth time.

You also secretly hoped it was a girl, but Dick really wanted a little brother. Bruce and you were still in the process of warming him up to the idea of a little sister and it was slowly starting to work.

“As long as she doesn't come in my room,” your eight year old son had said last week, with his arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his lips.

“I doubt she’ll be doing that for the first few years, chum,” Bruce reassured him, fighting off a slightly amused grin.

“And the baby will have its own room with its own toys,” you added.

“Will I still be able to play with the baby?” Dick asked after a moment, uncrossing his arms and a hopeful look filling up his blue eyes.

“Of course you will, bubs,” you said, your fingers threading through his black hair that fell over his forehead.

“But only with her toys at first, some of yours are not suited for a baby,” Bruce pointed out, ever the overprotective father.

Bruce had lowered himself down under the blanket so he could be laying head levelled with your belly, his hand now replacing yours over the bump.

“Hey trouble,” he whispered to your child and the baby kicked again, making him smile lovingly at the movement he felt under his hand. “You shouldn't be awake this late at night, you know.”

“You're one to talk,” you commented, tone almost reprimanding.

“She doesn't know that,” Bruce looked up at you as he defended himself before his gaze fell back on your belly. “Mommy is really tired,” he continued talking to your baby, his hand now rubbing soothingly over your round stomach, “and she needs her rest to do all the work so you can come out all healthy and beautiful. Well, you're definitely gonna be the most beautiful baby if you end up looking like your mother, but that's not the point.”

You smiled at the cheesy comment and your fingers found their place in Bruce’s hair, brushing through it and nails occasionally scratching his scalp.

“Your brother Dick can't wait for you to come around,” he carried on. “Said he will teach you all sorts of acrobatic tricks once you know how to walk. And he asked Alfred if he could help paint the nursery when we finally decide on a colour.”

“And I keep telling you we should do soft green,” you argued.

“I’m not changing my mind from primrose pink,” he told you with a sly grin.

“The room won’t be pink, even if it’s a girl. And that’s final,” you firmly said. Your husband will not be winning this one argument, no sir.

Bruce sighed, rolling his eyes before focusing back on your belly. “I hope you’re not as stubborn as your mother,” he whispered to the baby, as if he was having a private conversation with them and that you weren’t there. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s one of the many reasons why I fell in love with her, but I won’t be able to say no to you even when I have to, so it would save me a lot of reprimanding from Mommy if you’re not as tenacious as her.”

You smiled to yourself as you continued listening to your husband talk to your unborn child as you threaded your fingers through his hair, enjoying the softness it had after a shower. Bruce usually gelled his hair to appear more professional when he was working in the day, and then it would get all mixed up with his sweat under his cowl when he was working as Batman. When he would come back to you after the day was over, you would refuse to touch his hair until he had showered, the texture of the gel and sweat too gross on your fingers for you to ignore.

As Bruce continued talking to your baby, his voice started lulling the two of you to sleep. The baby hadn’t kicked in over almost ten minutes now, and the peace you had waited for so long to arrive made you aware of how heavy your eyelids were. You slowly lowered yourself down the bed, getting in a comfortable position with Bruce’s help where you could finally lay your head on your pillow and it didn’t take long for sleep to catch up on you.

At the sound of your soft, barely audible snores, Bruce turned his head away from your bump to find you asleep with your free hand raised next to your head on your pillow, the other one still tangled in his hair.

He planted a soft kiss on the exposed skin of your belly, eyes closed as he took a moment to absorb the fact that a baby that was half you and half him would be joining your world in a little more than three months. Bruce wasn't known to cry, the only time you ever saw him cry was as you walked down the aisle at your wedding, but tonight, a lonesome tear rolled down his cheek and fell on your stomach, where your child was growing, because Bruce never believed he would ever get to experience again the amount of love he hadn't felt since he was eight years old.

As he observed you, sleeping soundly with his child coming to life inside you, after you comforted Dick back to sleep, Bruce, for a moment, felt overwhelmed by all the love in his life. When he became Batman, he crossed out the idea of ever having a family (other than Alfred), of settling down with someone he loved and who loved him back.

But somehow, the universe put you on his path, as a miracle or a guardian angel or simply as an anchor to life outside of Batman, he didn't know. You walked into his home, into his life, to remind him that he, Bruce Wayne, was also deserving of love, of family, of happiness. Then Dick came along, rather unexpectedly but still no less welcomed, and Bruce started entertaining the idea of having children with you. He definitely wasn't opposed to it, but it wasn't something he wanted to jump right into, especially with Dick having just entered your lives. You were both young, he in his early thirties and you in your late twenties, you could allow yourselves a couple of years just the three of you (four with Alfred) before expanding the family.

So it was rather shocking when two months after you and Bruce had officially adopted Dick that you found out you were pregnant. It both took you by surprise but after talking through it together, you couldn't be happier. And the two of you haven't stopped being happy about this new little addition ever since.

Bruce rose up from his position next to your belly, your limp hand fell from his head as he did so, and he laid on the bed next to you. He delicately kissed your forehead, then your nose before falling back on his pillow and whispered “I love you” as he curled around your body, his hand resting on your belly as he fell asleep.

[chiaraswritings]

Unexpected.

Disclaimer: I do not own DC or their characters, or their settings. This is certainly not canon.

Warnings & Topics: Suggestive themes, emotional distress, physical exhaustion, pregnancy. 18+.

Word Count: 3.9K words

Summary: Batmom! reader finds out she is pregnant a short time after marrying Bruce Wayne, not in the most pleasant of ways. Telling him won't be easy, but Alfred gives her some encouragement.

Author's note: After four hours of work, I deem my first fanfiction suitable for posting. Thank you for all the support. I hope you enjoy.

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It'd been two months since that beautiful, blissful, romantic day. Actually, two months, two weeks, and one day. But who was counting, right?

The newspapers were. Headlines of gossip news, huge block letters in bold, depicted that I had been spotted at the gym alone again, also describing their support for my "weight loss journey" since I had been "losing my figure". I had been reading this article over and over for about an hour. Damn. I inspected the black and white photo of myself in leggings and a tank top. The worst part about, well, everything, is that they were right. I was losing my figure, noticeably. 

I didn't even notice Alfred behind me until he spoke. "No matter how many times you read them, the words are not going to change, ma'am."

I jumped slightly. I hadn't been sleeping or eating well at all, my back and chest ached too much to relax, and heartburn hit me like a batarang after meals. I think I had gotten thirty hours of sleep in the last week, and maybe one meal a day. "Thank you, Alfred. Do you know when dinner will be ready?" 

"In a half hour, ma'am." The butler moved to the other end of the kitchen table to face me. "Those words in the paper are words that all who love you disagree with."

Alfred's words touched me if only a little, and I set down the paper. "Thank you, I think I'm going to take a walk." 

He looked concerned, but just for a moment. "Alright, ma'am. Try not to be late, the chicken may be devoured." 

Chuckling, I stepped out into the early evening light. I would not be late for dinner, living with five hungry men teaches you a lot. The sunlight embraced me, bathing me in its gentle rays, glimmering over my face. I felt positively glorious. Closing my eyes, I soaked it in. My husband would soon be home to kiss me and keep an arm around my waist. The simple thought of his touch made my mouth stretch into a smile. Five more minutes, and I'll go in. 

Five minutes turned into twenty. Being amongst the blooming flowers and the busy insects kept me occupied. Not only that, but a sudden headache had overtaken me. I sat in the grass, unladylike, watching the bees collect their last supply of nectar from the flowers for the day. Grass stains never bothered me anyway. I knew time was getting away from me, but I couldn't seem to bring myself to focus on anything. I didn't want to go inside because I didn't want bedtime to arrive. It was too painful to even think about. My head and back reminded me of that even now. 

My vision blurred slightly, I could only focus on a single flower on the bushes before me, bees continuing to fly around it. This was nice. I couldn't focus on a single thing, or think about anything, or worry.

I felt myself fall, sort of, to the ground. Fall was the best word I know to describe it. I was already sitting on the ground, but my muscles suddenly felt like pudding. My head bumped to the grass and laid to rest. Terror gripped my heart and throat for a single second before everything just... relaxed. My vision went next, but I was okay with that. This was so relaxing. I wanted to stay.

...

"Madam. Madam (Y/N)!" The voice came from... maybe a mile away. Maybe. Maybe ten miles. Maybe a hundred.

"(Y/N), madam (Y/N)!" Something cold was on my face. Ugh. I don't like that. The wind bit and stung at where the cold wetness was on my cheek. Ouch.

"Wake up, madam!" No. I don't want to. Go away. But the voice sounds scared.  

I slowly, slowly, with great effort, opened my eyes. Instantly they closed again. My friend the butler was hovering over me. What was his name again?

"Mom!" New voice. Go the hell away. I open my eyes again. 

"I'm here, I'm fine." Sitting up took much more strength than opening my eyes, but I managed to do so. Dick and Alfred worriedly stare at me. "I was just taking a nap."

"That wasn't a nap, it looked like you passed out." Dick was the one with the cold wet cloth. He put it to my head again. I gave him a withering glare, and he pulled it away again, looking apologetic. 

"It was a nap, of course I didn't pass out. Now let me return to it," I waved my hand in no particular direction, trying to shoo them away like mice.

"I am afraid I cannot allow you to sleep on the cold ground in nothing but your loungewear, ma'am." Alfred took the cloth from Dick and put it to my forehead. 

Lord, they were being so annoying, I just wanted to go back to sleep. My eyelids drooped and my words slurred. "Bed hurts too much right now... just come back later..." my head finally dropped forward as vision began to diminish again. 

I couldn't really tell what they said next. What I could remember was, "Inside now... call the... when they can see her..." and "...got her... go and tell him... I've got it..." 

The sensation of being lifted did not startle my dozing. Neither did the shouting, nor the feeling of hands on my face. I had earned this sleep, and I was going to... enjoy... it...

...

I was awake, but I didn't want to open my eyes. It wasn't time. Please don't let it be time. I peeked a glance at my watch. Eight in the morning on a Sunday? Yeah, back to sleep we go. 

Before I could return to my dreamless sleep, I became aware of unidentified breathing beside me. Was that Titus? Or maybe Alfred. Maybe I had been kidnapped. Did I care? Hell to the no. All I cared about at this present moment was slumber. If I was kidnapped, I could sleep all I wanted while I waited for them to rescue me.

Then, like a train, uninvited and on its own, the back pain hit my lower body. I couldn't help the moan of discomfort that tore from my throat.

Instantly, a hand went to my forehead. It felt so cold against my warm head. I'd better see who this person with the cold hands is and tell them to go stick their fingers in a campfire before touching me again.

 When I opened my eyes, I realized I wasn't even in the garden anymore. Alfred, I told you I wanted to stay on the ground. But it wasn't Alfred who had put freezing digits on my forehead. It was my husband, my dearest Bruce, my wonderful partner in... crime didn't seem like a good choice of words. His worried blue eyes bored into my sleep-deprived (Y/C) eyes. Ouch, that gaze made my headache come back.

"Hello. Go warm your hands up," I told the love of my life before closing my eyes again. The light from the window seemed to be penetrating my very brain. 

"My hands are warm," replied the bearer of freezing fingers.

"Please, feels like your hands went to the Artic circle for winter vacation." My stubborn retort took a lot out of me, but I could practically hear his small smile. 

"There's my girl," he murmured. I opened my eyes again to smile at my wonderful... freezing... man. 

"Yeahhh, your girl's going back to dreamland. Night night." I grunted at the pain stabbing me in the back, the throbbing in my head, and the emptiness in my stomach.

"Not yet, sweetheart. Stay right here. The doctor's going to be here at ten, you should freshen up a bit." 

I opened one eye to glare unhappily at him. "Don't need a doctor. Need a nap."

His chuckle annoyed me to the very core, almost scaring away the shooting pains in my back. "I'm sorry, but this needs to happen. Do you know how worried we all were when we heard you had fainted in the garden? The boys hardly wanted to go on patrol, they wanted to look after you."

"The boys didn't want to go on patrol? You didn't want to look after me?" I glared playfully at my handsome knight. "And I didn't faint... just took a nap."

"On the cold hard ground?" His questioning gaze made me open both my eyes.

"Yes, it felt nice on my back." 

"Does your back still hurt, sweetheart?"

"Yes, it still hurts." 

"And you didn't feel like sleeping in the bed?"

"The hell is this, an interrogation?" 

"Maybe," he grinned.

"Go away," I retorted, closing my eyes. "I have to go to work, no time for doctors."

"I called and told them you can't come in this week."

"This... this is why I married you."

It didn't take long to fall back into blissful, painless paradise. Bruce left me alone, but I knew he was close by, watching over me. The mansion was so quiet and peaceful, I knew the boys were fast asleep.

Much too soon, I was being kissed awake. 

"Darling, Doctor Thompkin's here. It's time to wake up." Bruce's forehead kisses were, for the very first time in our relationship, annoying. 

"Ugh." I rolled over to escape, my back cracking. 

"Upsy daisy." He stroked my back, gently massaging my painfully aching muscles.

Sitting up took all the strength I had, and yet I had to find more to answer the questionnaire the doctor was springing upon me. Bruce stepped out mid-examination to answer a phone call, leaving the woman to observe my body and take into consideration my answers to her questions. Her questions seemed endless. "Have you been out of the country in the last month?" 

"No."

"Have you been feeling depressed or hopeless?"

"No."

"Are you on any medications?"

"No."

"Do you or any family members have history of scoliosis?" 

"No."

"History of heartburn?"

"No."

"When was your last menstrual cycle?"

"It's marked on the calendar, couple pages back." 

"Do you know what year it is?"

I gave her a funny look. "Of course I do, what's wrong with you?" Now I feel bad for saying that, but I certainly didn't in the moment.

The doctor chuckled, her friendly eyes had laughter lines around them. "Just wanted to make sure you're still with me. Are you on birth control?"

"Yes."

"How long have you been on birth control?" 

"Couple months. I went on it during our honeymoon."

"During?"

"Yes, we realized condoms and plan B weren't as convenient as the pill."

"I'm going to need a blood sample and then we're done here. I'll be in touch with the results. You don't seem to be suffering from scoliosis, but I'll contact you about x-rays to confirm. I haven't made a house call in a long time, or practiced family medicine, but I'll do everything I can to make sure we get to the root of this."

"Okay." 

The blood draw seemed to take longer than I remembered blood draws taking. The prick of the needle didn't disturb the haze of sleepiness that still surrounded me. The woman's departure signaled another wave of sleepiness to wash over me. Bruce and Alfred were showing the doctor out as my head hit the pillow. Pain shot up my back, but sleep had already captured me. 

Tomorrow turned into today, and then today became yesterday. It felt like I slept the whole Monday, skipping work and family dinner. Tuesday morning came with sunshine and kisses from my darling husband as I slowly opened my eyes. 

"Hi," I smiled at him. One of Bruce's arms was holding me almost loosely as he lay next to me in the white sheets. He looked worn and tired from a long night of patrol. I sniffed him. Good, he had showered. 

"Hello." His tired kiss on my lips was slowly waking me. "I love you."

"I love you too," I told him. My smile was getting bigger and my world was waking up. I traced the shape of his exhausted eyes. "Close your eyes. Sleep." 

"Mmph." His eyes closed and his body relaxed under my touch. Normally, Bruce was the one to hold me tight and kiss me to sleep, to caress my body and keep me safe. Looking over his body, I realized that he had been through a difficult night of patrol. A stitched gash across his back, an unhappy bruise on his jaw, scratches on his forearms. Worrying about my "condition" probably hadn't helped him stay alert out there in the dangerous night of Gotham. Guilt washed over me. My arms protectively wrapped around my dearest husband, my lips pressing to his forehead. Today, I was going to keep him safe, I was going to comfort him through his slumber.

...

Bruce's snoring wasn't exactly a lullaby, so I was up and about after a few hours. The boys were crashed in their rooms and Alfred was busy baking something that smelled like chocolatey deliciousness. I was looking over the morning paper, again, skimming for any mention of my family or I. Unhealthy habit, you could say. I was curled up in an armchair next to the bed, keeping the rustling of the newspaper pages to a minimum.

Vibrations of Bruce's cell phone made me look up. As silently as I could, I leaped up and grabbed the phone from the bedside table on Bruce's side. My husband's sleep was important to me, and if I had it my way, nothing at all would disturb it, not even nightmares. 

I carried the cell phone out of the bedroom and glanced at the caller ID. Doctor Thompkins. Results. Yes. This wasn't the first time I had answered my husband's phone, so I wasn't going to feel guilt over finding out my own test results. "Hello?"

"(Y/N), hello. I'm calling with your results."

"Tim's been telling everyone in the family it's yellow fever, please prove him wrong."

"Hah, no, it is not yellow fever... I'd say it's something a little more... serious."

I stiffened. My aching back didn't like that. "What's up?"

"We spoke about your history with birth control, but we need to talk about it again. It would seem that there was some window of time where you and Bruce were not using protection."

My backache must've hit my brain, because looking back, I can't believe I didn't catch on. "Bruce gave me a disease?"

"Not a disease. You're pregnant, (Y/N). I can't make an estimate on how many weeks you are, but I'm going to give you the contact information for an OBGYN. Make an appointment as soon as you can. Congratulations, Mrs. Wayne."

...

When Bruce woke up, I had to apologize to him for his cracked cell phone screen. I told him the truth, that I'd dropped it, but I didn't explain that it was from shock. He told me it was alright, that he'd pick up a new one, but he wasn't quite sure why I looked so very upset over dropping his phone. That would explain itself in time.

I didn't eat a thing at dinner that night, despite my full plate and coaxing from my family. Even the finest cut of steak is unappealing when something like that is on one's mind.

Who wouldn't overthink a thing like this? Pregnant, after a literal two months of marriage? Pregnant, while caring for four boys that you saw as your sons? Pregnant, after your husband had told you he didn't want anymore children? Pregnant, after you had both tried to be careful? Pregnant, to one of the greatest vigilantes and most successful businessmen in the world? Pregnant. I am pregnant. I might have my husband's baby.

"Mom!"

My head jerked up and I was greeted by five concerned faces. 

"Ma, you look like you're in another world," Jason forked a piece of potato. 

"Maybe I am in another world, Jay-Jay." I smiled slightly before standing. Ten eyes observed my every move. 

"Ummi, where are you going?" Damian, the one who I expected would be the least concerned, watched me with huge, worried eyes. 

"I think I need to sleep more. I will see you all tomorrow morning." I kissed every head at the table, my lips lingering on my husband's forehead. He rested his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me down for a gentle kiss. I think he noticed my hesitance, but I didn't stop to think about it or explain. My back only permitted me to walk up the stairs, but if I could've run, I would've.

Once Bruce and the boys had left for their night of patrol, I breathed again. Laying on the bed, clutching my pillow to my chest, trying to rehearse how I would address the situation to Bruce, it took a lot out of me. "Bruce, I need to tell you something," I mumbled. "No... Bruce, we need to talk." 

"Madam, I am not sure if you have noticed, but Master Bruce is not here." Alfred's voice startled me for the second time this week.

"I wish he was. I'm sorry, I'm... practicing." I tried to give my friend a reassuring smile but it came out as a grimace. 

"Good luck, madam," Alfred set down a cup of tea on my bedside table and gave me a genuine Alfred smile. Before he was out of the room, he turned back and looked me dead in the eye. "Master Bruce loves you very much, Madam (Y/N). He would not have married you if he was not ready to take on the unexpected. He will not turn you away when you tell him, so try not to overthink." 

I looked straight back into this wonderful gentleman's eyes. "Thank you."

...

I tried to sleep through the night, I really did. When dawn and my boys arrived, I was still wide awake, not having slept a wink. I trotted down the stairs to the batcave, taking extra care not to trip. Once on the floor, we went through our post-patrol routine of inspecting each one of my boys. First Damian, who shrugged me off several times before allowing me to look over him, then Tim, who accepted my worrying for what it was, then Jason, who pretended to be annoyed for show, then Dick, who looked over me as carefully as I looked over him, then finally Bruce, who would not stop kissing me, barely giving me a chance to check him for injuries. 

No one was truly hurt, but all but one were tired as they pulled off their suits. The boys trudged upstairs to their rooms, but my husband carried me valiantly up the stairs to our place in the master bedroom, like a knight carrying his princess.

Once the bedroom door was shut and he had set me down, I was instantly on my back laying on the bed, Bruce's lips showing affection to my neck and collarbone. A soft, throaty moan left my mouth as my husband kissed me, his hands working their way over my body. I was clothed in my favorite outfit of a tank top and leggings, and I knew they were at risk of being torn from my torso and limbs if I allowed this to continue. Besides... I had to tell Bruce. 

"Darling..." the word I said was half-moaned. "Darling, please, you need to shower."

"I thought you liked my scent?" Bruce chuckled, looking up at me, his hands working their way up my shirt. 

"Mmm, I do, but you are going to dirty our sheets that Alfred worked so hard to wash." 

"You have a valid point, but I don't like it." Bruce grinned and pulled off the little clothing he wore. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, watching him make his way to the shower. If I hadn't had such a burden on my mind, I would've joined him. I could hear him muttering insults at the slippery bar of soap that his large fingers always seemed to have trouble grasping, and it made me smile. My hand absentmindedly rested on my stomach and I wondered if his child would have the same troubles as their father.

Bruce's shower was shorter than usual. Much shorter than if I had been in there with him. Chuckling, I made room for my knight in the bed. He hadn't bothered to put on clothes, or dry his hair. Bruce climbed on top of me, drops of water falling from his hair to my chest. His lips reattached to mine, devouring the kiss like a wild man. I knew what he had on his mind from the way he caressed my body, and I had to put a stop to it. 

"Bruce... Bruce, wait." 

Concerned eyes met mine. "(Y/N)?"

Alfred's words replayed in my mind. He would not have married you if he was not ready to take on the unexpected. I stared into the beautiful blue eyes I had grown to take comfort in. "Bruce, Doctor Thompkins diagnosed me."

Instantly, his desire was forgotten. Bruce sat back on the bed and pulled me onto his lap. "Tell me, darling, what is it?"

His arms made me feel so safe. He will not turn you away when you tell him, so try not to overthink. "I... you need to expect the unexpected."

"So I'm guessing it's not yellow fever, since that's what Tim expects," Bruce smiled. The gentle attempt at humor didn't lift the worry in his eyes. 

"Heh, no... not exactly. It's... it's a baby." The last three words were much quieter than the others. 

Bruce looked at me quizzically. "I don't think I heard you correctly." 

"A baby," I honestly voiced my diagnosis, somewhat fearfully looking into his eyes. "I'm pregnant."

Bruce's glare pierced mine. He gently slid me off his lap and set me on the bed before standing and walking to the window to silently stare out of it. His breathing had changed, his body was stiff, everything about him seemed cold and hardened. 

My worst fears bit and tore at my heart, anxiety gripping my throat like a murderer. Oh Lord, he doesn't want me anymore. I didn't know whether to go to him, or leave the mansion, or stay in the bed, or cry, or speak. So I just waited, for a full two minutes, staring at my husband's scarred back. After waiting that long, tears began to prick at my eyes. I finally laid down and curled into the cold sheets. "I'm sorry."

I heard him turn. "What are you sorry for?"

"Not paying attention to my birth control. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," my tears left wet spots on the pillowcase. I closed my eyes tightly. 

Then I felt his weight on his side of the bed, he was laying beside me. Bruce collected me into his arms, tilting my chin up, asking me silently to look at him. I opened my wet eyes. 

"I'm not angry with you. I'm thinking about it. Just let me think." Bruce's rough, calloused fingers brushed against my peach soft cheek.

"Okay." I closed my eyes to fight back angry, hot tears. He pulled me to his chest, holding me to himself. I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. 

He must've held me like that for an hour before he finally, finally spoke. "Well, this isn't what I thought two months into our marriage would look like." 

My tears had left stains on his chest. Only a surge of bravery made me look up at him. "Yeah."

He looked down at me, smiled, kissed my lips, and I felt my husband's love course through my body. He may have turned me away physically, but he had never turned me away emotionally. I sat up on his lap, straddling him, my forehead resting on his, my hands on his cheeks. "I love you."

"And I love you," Bruce's fingers brushed against my waist. He seemed hesitant, and his eyes met mine. "May I?"

I was confused for a moment, but then I realized and nodded, beaming. "Yes."

His large hand rested on my stomach. The wheels in his head were still turning, but they had calmed, and they were only turning in the name of love. 

"Expect the unexpected." 

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Bat Baby: Part 5

Reader(wife) X Bruce Wayne(husband)

Reader(mother) X Richard(Dick) Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne

Summery: The bat bois finnally meet their baby sister.

Note: Thanks for the name

(I do not own any DC characters)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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She stirs awake in a quite hospital room morning, the soft hum of medical machinery the only sound to greet her. The sun has barely started to peek through the blinds, casting a faint, comforting glow across the stark white sheets. Her eyes blink open slowly, adjusting to the brightness that seems too harsh for such an early hour.

Her gaze lands on the sleeping form of Bruce Wayne, slumped in the chair beside her bed, his strong jawline slack with fatigue and his chest rising and falling in the rhythmic pattern of deep slumber. He had been there for hours, ever since she had been wheeled into the delivery room, his hand clutching hers as she had gritted her teeth and pushed through the pain.

With a gentle smile, she turns her head to the side, her eyes seeking the tiny, swaddled figure in the clear-sided bassinet next to her. There she is, their baby girl, her little cherub, with a shock of dark hair standing up in soft peaks and a button nose that looked as if it had been pinched from a doll. Her heart swells in her chest at the sight of her. She reaches out a hand, her fingers trembling slightly, to touch the soft, velvety skin of the newborn's cheek. The baby's eyes flutter open, revealing a pair of piercing blue orbs that stare back at her with curiosity and a hint of recognition.

"Good morning, my little love," she whispers, her voice hoarse from the exertion of the previous night. The baby's eyes widen, and a tiny, perfect hand emerges from the fold of blankets to grasp at her mother's thumb. She feels a rush of warmth, a bond stronger than any she has ever known. This is her daughter, her flesh and blood, the culmination of a love that has weathered many storms.

Bruce stirs awake with a deep inhale, his eyes blinking rapidly to focus on the scene before him. He sees his wife, the mother of his children, and his heart fills with a tenderness he never knew existed. Her face is etched with exhaustion but glows with the kind of joy that only a new mother can understand. He stands up, careful not to disturb the fragile moment, and leans over to press a kiss to her forehead.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room.

She looks up at him, her smile widening. "Tired, but... happy." she looks back to the little baby, "Look at her, Bruce. She's beautiful."

Bruce nods in agreement, his gaze never leaving the baby's face. "Just like her mother," he murmurs, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek.

Suddenly, she expression shifts, a shadow of regret passing over her features. "I'm sorry again for lashing out last night," she says softly, her voice thick with emotion. "And for... threatening to... kill you." she smiles awkwardly.

Bruce chuckles, the tension in the room easing. "It's all forgotten, honey," he says, "You were in a lot of pain. And I love you, but I don't think you could take me on, especially in your current state." His eyes dance with humor, the corners crinkling with affection.

She laughs softly, the sound music to Bruce's ears. "Well, maybe not," she concedes, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Bruce carefully lifts the baby from the bassinet, his strong arms cradling her with a tenderness that belies his usual stoic demeanor. She nuzzles into his chest, making a contented little sigh as she's held by her father for the first time.

With the baby now in Bruce's arms, she shifts slightly in the hospital bed, making room for him to sit beside her. He lowers himself onto the edge, his one arm coming around her shoulders to pull her close. The warmth of his body and the solidity of his presence provide a comfort she hadn't realized she needed until this moment. The three of them form a small, perfect circle, a new family unit that feels both foreign and incredibly right.

As Bruce holds their daughter, he presses a gentle kiss to the top of his wife's head, his lips lingering there for a brief moment. She closes her eyes, savoring the touch, feeling the weight of the past few hours lifting from her shoulders. The love that flows between them in this moment is palpable, a force that seems to fill the room and push out any remaining shadows of doubt or fear.

"Thank you," Bruce says, his voice a warm, rumbling baritone that resonates in her chest. He doesn't have to elaborate; she knows he's thanking her for the baby, for their family, for choosing him despite his dual life. her eyes well up with tears, and she nods, her voice too choked to form words. She's thankful too, for his unwavering support and love.

The quiet of the moment is broken by the soft knock on the door, and a nurse peeks her head in. "You have visitors," she says with a knowing smile that reaches her eyes, which are kind and gentle. Her heart skips a beat, her sons have finally come. Bruce had called they late last night that they should come over in the morning, guess they couldn't wait very long.

Dick Grayson, the oldest of the bunch, is the first to enter, his eyes immediately darting to the small bundle in Bruce's arms. He's followed by Jason Todd, his face a mask of curiosity and wariness. Tim Drake brings up the rear, his gaze flicking between Bruce, their mother, and their baby sister, his expression a mix of excitement and uncertainty. And Damian, who had been in on the secret, stands slightly apart, his arms crossed over his chest as if bracing for the reaction of his brothers.

The room is filled with a tension that only families can create, a thick silence that stretches out for a few heartbeats before Tim breaks it with a nervous chuckle. "We're calm, we promise," he says, his voice a little too high.

She can't help but laugh at the sight of them all, so serious and unsure. She holds out her free hand to beckon them closer. "Come and meet your little sister," she says, her voice filled with warmth.

They quickly shuffle closer, their movements tentative, as if afraid they might shatter the delicate scene before them. Dick's eyes are wide with wonder, Jason's with a smile, and Tim's with a cautious excitement. Damian, ever the stoic one, watches with a hint of a smirk, enjoying the rare moment of unity.

Bruce carefully passes the baby to Dick, who takes her with the same gentle care he uses when handling the most fragile of gymnastics equipment. Dick's eyes light up as he looks down at her, and the room seems to hold its breath as he whispers, "Hi, sis." The baby's tiny hand opens and closes, reaching for his face, and Dick's heart melts.

Jason, standing beside Dick, watches with a soft smile, his hand reaching out to gently brush the top of her head. The gesture is almost imperceptible, but it speaks volumes about the bond he shares with the child he had no part in creating, yet feels protective of. Her heart swells as she sees the tenderness in Jason's eyes, knowing that despite their tumultuous past, he has a place in their family. "She's so tiny," he says, his voice filled with awe.

Tim's hands are clenched at his sides, his knuckles white with the effort to contain his excitement. "Can I hold her?" he asks, his eyes wide and hopeful. She nods, and Bruce carefully passes the baby to him. Tim holds her with a mix of reverence and fear, as if she might break. His movements are stiff at first, but as the baby snuggles into his chest, his body relaxes and he beams with pride. "Wow," he murmurs, looking down at her. "She's perfect."

Damian, who had been watching from the sidelines, steps forward. He's the youngest, but often the most serious and guarded. He's been looking forward to this moment, to see if the bond he felt for his brothers would extend to this new member of their unconventional family. He holds out his pinky finger, watching as the baby's tiny hand wraps around it, her grip surprisingly strong. He can feel the warmth of her skin, the rapid beat of her pulse, and something within him shifts. The fiery protectiveness that fuels his nighttime escapades as Robin flares to life in his chest, and he knows that he would do anything to keep her safe.

Bruce, sitting back down with his arm around his wife's shoulder, watches his sons interact with their new sister. He's proud of them, each in their own way. Dick, the eldest, who has stepped into the role of a leader, guiding them through their training and life outside of the Manor. Jason, who has come so far from his rough beginnings, now a strong and capable ally. Tim, the youngest of the three, who has proven to be a quick learner and a vital part of the team. And Damian, his own biological son, who is learning to navigate the complexities of his identity and heritage.

"We're sorry that we sneaked out," she says to the boys, her voice tinged with a hint of apology. "We didn't want you to worry."

"We're also sorry," Dick says, his voice thick with a mix of affection and understanding, "for being overly protective."

"Yeah, I guess we went overboard," Jason admits. They've always been a tight-knit group, but with her pregnancy, they had all felt the weight of their responsibilities even more acutely.

Tim nods, still cradling the baby with awe. "But she's worth it," he says, his voice filled with pure happiness. "Look at her, she's a miracle."

"We promise to be more supportive next time," Dick says, a hint of humor in his voice, looking between Bruce and their mother.

Jason nods in agreement. "Yeah, no more jumping to conclusions or freaking out," he adds. She laughs, the sound light and airy.

"I'm glad you boys aren't mad." she says, looking to her eldest sons.

"Mad?" Tim repeats with a smile, "Are you kidding me? We're pissed." His words hang in the air for a beat, the humor in his voice unmistakable. Dick and Jason laugh, the tension in the room dissipating like a popped bubble.

"But we think we can find some way in our hearts to forgive you," Dick says, his grin widening as he glances at Tim, who nods solemnly, still holding the baby as if she were a fragile treasure. she laughs, her eyes shining with love for her sons.

"Okay, my turn," Jason says, his voice a mix of excitement and nerves as he steps closer to the bed. Tim carefully transfers the baby into Jason's arms, who holds her with surprising gentleness, his eyes never leaving hers. The baby stares back at him, seemingly unfazed by the exchange, and Jason's heart skips a beat. It's a moment he never thought he'd experience, being a big brother to a little girl, and he's overwhelmed with emotions.

"Hey there, you're just a cute little baby aren't you?" he says, his voice taking on a high-pitched, playful tone that seems to resonate with the baby. She responds with a gurgle and a kick of her tiny legs, making them all laugh.

Alfred, the Wayne's loyal butler, steps into the room with a tray of breakfast, his eyes immediately going to the newest addition to the family. "Ah, Mrs. Wayne, Mr. Wayne, and... the newest little Wayne," he says, a warm smile spreading across his face as he sets the tray down on the bedside table.

"Still working, Pennyworth?" she jokes, the nickname, a playful jab at Alfred's uncanny ability to appear whenever needed, brings a chuckle from the normally stoic man.

"Just ensuring that everyone's well taken care of, madam," he responds, his eyes flicking to the baby before he retreats to give the family their space.

"Alfred, come join us," Bruce calls out, his arm still around her shoulders. "You're a part of this family, too."

Alfred nods and approaches, his smile growing wider as he looks down at the baby. "Congratulations," he says sincerely, his British accent a comforting presence in the room. Hesitating for just a moment, he reaches out a gnarled hand to stroke her cheek. The baby's eyes follow his movements, and she coos contentedly.

Damian, who had been standing back, his arms still crossed over his chest, finally unclasps them and takes a tentative step forward. "May I hold her?" he asks, his voice softer than her has ever heard it. Bruce nods, and Tim carefully hands the baby over to Damian, who holds her with a mix of awe and trepidation. The baby seems to sense his uncertainty and reaches out a tiny hand to grasp his finger, holding on tight.

Damian's face relaxes into a smile, and she can see the love in his eyes, despite his usual stern demeanor. "Hello, little one," he whispers, his accent lilting slightly. "You've got quite the family to keep you safe." The baby looks up at him, seemingly responding to the strength in his voice, and Damian's smile widens.

As the boys continue to coo over their sister, her mind drifts to the future. The thought of raising a daughter in a household filled with so much testosterone, with Bruce's demanding schedule and the constant shadow of the Batman looming over them, fills her with a mix of excitement and trepidation. But she knows that with the love and protection of her sons, she has nothing to fear.

"What's her name?" Damian finally asks, breaking the comfortable silence that had descended over the room. She looks up at Bruce, who nods at her to go ahead. She takes a deep breath, savoring the moment. "Her name," she says, her voice strong and proud, "is Meillia," She glances to Alfred with a smirk, "Penny Wayne."

Alfred's eyes widen in shock, and his cheeks color slightly, a rare sight that brings another round of laughter from the room. She had always had a cheeky side, and it was moments like these that made her feel like she truly belonged in this strange world of masks and heroics. "Well, Miss Meillia Penny Wayne," he says, his voice filled with affection, "you certainly have an interesting family tree."

The laughter fades into a comfortable silence as the boys take turns holding Meillia, each one whispering promises and secrets into her ear. She watches them with a mix of pride and awe. They were her guardians, her protectors, and now, her brothers. Her heart swells at the thought of the adventures they would all share together, the love and chaos that would no doubt come with raising a daughter in the shadow of the Batcave.

[littlemisssilvermoon]

what if there was a yandere batfam x villain!mom!reader. More specifically, I'm thinking of this (Fem reader);

Reader is a (technically) small threat. They're well known, but they mostly go after the rich and police. Unfortunately, that describes everyone in/closely involved with the Batfamily. Attempts at capture are futile, however, since they seem to rival Bruce in contingency plans.

Eventually, Jason steps up to bat and tries to catch them. However, there's one thing that Jason picked up from Bruce; his type is crime.

You and Jason have Batman-and-Catwoman-esque chases throughout Gotham, Jason blaming your escape on you being too crafty while denying any help. You see Jason's scars and admit that you have a pretty bad one on your side, eventually showing it to him when you feel comfortable taking your clothes off. Jason has had to hide more hickeys, bite marks, and scratches on his back than anyone would hazard to guess.

One day, however, you disappear. The Batfam is relieved that you've finally stopped your reign of terror over Gotham, but Jason is worried.

The Batfam all go out for ice cream a few months later for something unrelated, when Jason catches sight of something familiar.

A scar winding up someone's side. A scar he's seen before. A scar that's stretched due to a bump.

Dick walks into his back when Jason freezes. Judging by the size, you've been pregnant for about as long as you've been off of the streets. So that's where you've been...

Why didn't you tell him? Did you think he didn't love you enough? Did he not show you enough times that he loved you? Did you think that it wouldn't work because he was working with Batman? He wasn't that close with him! He'd help you find a nice apartment in Crime Alley, or, hell, you could move in with him! He wasn't sure how good of a dad he'd be, but he'd try! Isn't that what parenting is about?

Oh god, he hasn't been around for so much of your pregnancy already. He needs to talk to you!

"...Jason. Earth to Jason Todd? Hello?" Dick says, waving his hand through the thoughts swirling in front of his eyes. Jason starts slightly as he remembers where he was. Damian begins walking towards you. Or rather, the ice cream store you were in front of.

While you were out of earshot, he saw as you looked at Damian. You smiled, probably asking where his parents are, because he gestured behind him. He watched as your smile fell into shock as your eyes landed on him, hand instinctively going to your stomach before you glanced at a nearby alleyway before looking back at him.

He took the hint. Now you're facing each other, unasked and uncountable questions floating between the both of you. Jason, however, asked the worst question possible in that moment.

"Is it mine?"

The slap was warranted, honestly.

The next few questions come more easily. You're around 24 weeks along, you've been living alone for the most part, you've obviously taken time off to avoid any injuries/toxic exposure to the baby, etc. Eventually, he asks why you never told him, and the reason was twofold. On one hand, telling him would've required doing some sort of crime for the batfamily to follow and him being the one that caught you, which you had known was debateable since he mentioned how Bruce and the Robins offered to tag along. On the other, the chance of everything crashing and burning because of this was too great. You were too willing to accept that it was truly just like what Batman and Catwoman had, something fun and fleeting but nothing deeper than that. You weren't going to risk your child because you felt loved.

Jason takes your hands and tells you his full legal name. At first you're confused, but he tells you more. He tells you how long he's been a vigilante, where he lives, even the code to his apartment. He doesn't see any of this as fleeting. This, to him, was a relationship that just needed a full push to become a "proper" one.

He places his hands and yours on your stomach.

"My name is Jason Peter Todd, I'm the vigilante Red Hood, son of Bruce Wayne, and... I'm gonna be a dad if you'll let me."

You smile and hug him, unable to talk around the lump in your throat.

"Jason...? What the fuck are you doing?" says Dick.

He turns around and realizes that the entire batfamily had heard him.

"So, she's pregnant with your child?" Damian glances around, trying to get another look at your belly.

"Of everyone I thought would get a villain pregnant... you weren't high on that list." Barbara chimes in.

"I'm gonna be a grandfather?" Bruce asks

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So yeah, gist of it is that Jason gets Reader pregnant, Reader gets some information that Batman uses to justify keeping you in the manor, along with the half truth of "keeping appearances", since the tabloids would eat you alive if they caught evidence of a member of the Wayne family being a deadbeat dad, and over time, the family becomes more and more suffocating until your baby is born, in which they somehow make themselves a nuisance in child rearing.

Asks are welcome!

[lmaowhatt]

pogue beach night - jj m.

summary: the pogues have come back to obx as a form of unwinding after jjs near death experience in morocco, at the hands of his biological father, deciding that a beach day in their 'safe-haven' would be best.

set: i chat gpt'd the timelines and it says the start of s4 is based around early 2024, which doesnt make sense because s3 (after the 18 month time jump) for me ended around march 2023. so, we will act like sarah found out she was pregnant may 2023 and baby jj was born february 2024. since she is seven months, well pretend this is mid-september 2024.

one - two - three - four

psa: jarah had their baby and named her josephine joy. she is around 7 months.

pairing: jj maybank x pogue!reader

warnings: suggestive words/topics, talks of pregnancy, pregnancy trope, cursing.

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

the sun has only just began to set as the scenery changed from small rundown houses, trees on the edge of the streets of the cut to miles and miles of sand that never seemed to end, along with the sound of waves crashing against the shore as jj whooped from hit spot in the twinkie behind john b, who was in the drivers seat.

"i love this shit guys. its like christmas and sex rolled into one." the boy smiled giddily, everyone else in the twinkie twisting their faces with looks of disgust. "why those two things together, jj?" pope voiced, a grimace evident as jj turned in his seat to face him. "you dont want the deets, pope." he patted the boys shoulder in false sympathy, only causing pope to sit back in his seat with a quiet groan, shoving jjs hand off.

you let your mouth drop agape, slapping the boys chest with a small gasp once he sat back upright, "youre so disgusting." the boy only retaliated with a shit-eating grin on his face, "im still injured, y'know? you somehow wound me more, baby." he jokes. leaning down slightly to mutter in your ear, "plus, with all the 'disgusting' pleas i had you whimpering into my ear last night, i think we can both say youre equally as 'disgusting', hm?" you could only roll your eyes as jj brought his fingers into a quotation mark, a smirk playing on his face as a blush crept onto your cheeks, which only caused jj to smile triumphantly and sit back to look out the window.

john b could only groan quietly from the drivers seat, fake gagging as sarah stifled a laugh from next to him. the boy was never a good whisperer.

this was one of those very special days in the pogues lives where everything in the eight pogues lives was calm. the group was able to get their home and business back after finding a loophole in the paperwork that was filed when it was taken from them.

it was one of those rare days when everyone had a moment to themselves—either taking a break from the bait-and-tackle shop, calming baby josephine joy, or simply having nothing to do. it was a beach day, at least for the pogues it was. from your spot between jj's legs, you watched as kiara played with baby jj, the little girl's hands wrapped around kies thumbs. you watched as kies boyfriend, james, watched her and baby jj with a small smile.

you smiled, leaning back into jj’s stomach as you fiddled with his ring-clad hand, his other hand gently massaging the back of your head. "alright, guys," john b called to the group as he shifted the twinkie into park.

"we have arrived." he finished with a droopy smile and squinted eyes, causing kie to snort, "okay, batman." she joked, erupting small laughs from the rest of the group as they climbed out of the twinkie one by one.

when jj stepped out of the twinkie, he held a hand out for you, which you accepted gratefully with a small smile directed towards him. he helped everyone else out of the twinkie, or more so stood there holding the door until the last person, pope came out.

jj slapped the boy's butt with a flat palm as he shut the twinkie door. pope gasped, while cleo chuckled softly, careful not to give jj the satisfaction of knowing he’d made even the toughest of the group laugh with a very, very terrible joke.

when you and the girls looked away to help john b get the things off the roof of the twinkie, pope blew a fake kiss to jj, one which the blonde caught in his hands, holding it to his chest like a 1960's sitcom.

the two laughed almost immediately after, wrapping an arm around each others shoulders as they walked to where the rest of the group was now setting up chairs and towels not too far from the shore.

jjs eyes shifted to where you were with baby jj as pope left his side to go to where cleo was. he smiled as josephine rested on your hip and you pointed out different views in the distance and she babbled along. he approached your left side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, running his fingers along josephines scalp.

you smiled up at him, leaning into his chest slightly, "y'know..." he trailed off as he looked down at you with the same affectionate smile. "maybe one day we could have one of these lil' munchkins." he finished as he took note of your immediate surprised smile. you truly didnt expected hed be one to commit to kids.

"uh, um. i mean like- obviously like- i mean later into our relationship, y'know? shit- sorry." he stammered as he removed his hand from your shoulder with a sheepish smile. you laughed, placing your non occupied hand on his shoulder, "baby, dont worry. i just didnt think youd be one to commit to a kid," you explained with a small smile, rubbing your thumb along his shoulder.

he shrugged, now a little more relieved, "i d'know mama, you're changing me," he bumped your shoulder with his playfully, earning a small laugh from you, only widening his smile. "well, im glad," you say before looking towards josie, who held a strand of your hair in her small hand. "id be up for one, later, y'know. plus, i think youd be a good dad." you turned back to jj with a smile.

his heart warmed at your small compliment. "really? y'think so?" you nodded at him, turning slightly to hand josephine off to sarah who had come over with her hands slightly outstretched. you closed your finger to your palm repeatedly as a small goodbye as she did the same. you smiled, turning back to jj, "yeah, i know.. uhm, what you went through," you nodded cautiously.

"and.. i know youll push to be the furthest from that," you finish as he smiles, genuinely. he felt a small tear threaten to fall from the corner of his eye, so, he quickly pulled you into a hug, hoping you didnt catch his teary eyes. you huffed a breath of air out slightly before wrapping your arms around his waist.

you felt him shake slightly so you pulled away, placing your hands on either side of his face guiding him to face you. you tilted your head to the side with a small pout, rubbing your thumb on his undereye with a small chuckle. "baby, dont cry. im sorry," you apologized, moving your gaze back to his eyes.

"shit, youre right. were at the fuckin' beach," he scoffed removing his face from your hands, trying to dismiss his own feelings. "hey, dont do that. c'mere." you tugged his hand slightly back towards you as he tried to walk away. "i didnt mean it like that, im sorry. i didnt mean to make you cry, baby. i just- i mean i know if we ever had a kid, youll be the greatest dad ever." you wiped another tear that had fallen, "i know all the shit youve been through, dont think you cant cry because of that, mkay?"

you smiled as he nodded, "yeah, okay." he tilted his head slightly, wiping his own eyes. "you okay now? im sorry for saying like you cant cr-" you continued until he shook his head, pulling you into another hug, placing a lingering kiss to your forehead. "thank you, mamas." he muttered into your hair as you hugged his upper torso. "'course my love." you smiled up at him as he pulled away. wrapping your arms around his neck, you placed a small kiss onto his lips.

"okay," you patted his chest. twice, glancing at the water, "go, have fun." you smiled at him before pointing a stern finger in his direction, "be careful with that cut, alright? its still healing." you raised his shirt slightly to look at the gash on his left abdomen. he chuckled, pulling his shirt back down, "hey, we cant do that here," he joked as you pushed his chest with your lips pulled into a line.

"im serious. just please be careful!" you called after him with a small smile on your face as he ran into the water where john b, pope and james were playing around with baby josephine. you ran a hand through your hair as you approached the girls, "you trust your husband and those idiots with her, sarah?" kie asked with a small laugh, earning laughs from the other girls. "not really, but i can tolerate him so, its fine. plus he knows how pissed i get even when he tosses her in the air, so.." she shrugged, sitting down on her towel.

you shook your head with a small laugh, "im happy you two finally got married- or were able to. youve been together since you two were like sixteen." you sat down on jjs lawn chair, towel placed over it. sarah furrowed her eyebrows in mock offense, "okay, well you and jj have been together almost three years, i dont see you two moving along," she states matter of factly, "we have not," you scoffed in return.

cleo raised her eyebrows, "yes you have, girl. right before we left to south america, remember?" she moved her head forwards slightly as if to get her point across further. you face slightly dropped, "shit, we have. i mean- after everything i kinda lost track of time." kie nodded in understanding, "girl, youll be okay. i forgot about me and james first anniversary because of everything thats happened," you, sarah and cleo laughed, "he forgot too so," the girl shrugged. "made me feel better," she added sheepishly as you and the other girls laughed once again.

the early afternoon soon turned into early to mid dusk, the sun had just set beyond the horizon, setting a yellow hue onto the beach as the boy started a fire, more so playing around than actually lighting said fire. "john b! please, be careful!" sarah called out to the man as he played around with josephine too close to the fire for the umpteenth time.

"jeez, that man is going to give me a heart attack," she muttered to the girls as they grabbed multiple of the things set down to move to where the guys where setting up. you laughed, "'bout time. hes been giving me an aneurysm since grade school." you and kie both laughed with a small high five, "jj, too. join the club girl." kie quipped as cleo nodded, "guess i got lucky," she shrugs, motioning to pope who was busy with james actually setting up the fire.

you narrowed your eyes at her as the four of you walked towards the guys and baby jj, "once these guys corrupt him, youll join the club too, girl. dont worry," you mocked her with a small kissy face, one to which she rolled her eyes to. "they already corrupted james. couldn't keep him innocent for even a year," kie fake wiped a tear from her eyes, the other girls laughing.

almost immediately, sarah handed john b the things in her hand and grabbed josephine from his shoulders, placing her on her hip and handing her a random toy she had in her diaper bag.

you handed jj the things in your hands too, more politely than sarah had. "can you set this up please, j?" you questioned, placing a small kiss on his lips. he smiled at the gesture, "yes ma'am," he saluted you, hitting himself in the face with the bag of food they brought. you laughed with a shake of your head, walking off to where sarah was sitting, the backseat entrance of the twinkie, door open.

you turned slightly to where baby josie was, sitting on the floor of the twinkie as she sat and played with random toys, "y'know.. jj said he wants to start trying for one," you told sarah, who was watching you and josie. "really? him?" she asked as she moved closer into the twinkie. you nodded in response with a small chuckle, "yeah, i was surprised too. but," you shrugged, "i dont know. i wouldnt be opposed to it,"

she pushed your shoulder playfully, "youd be a good mom, seriously. and i know for a fact hed be a good dad." she reassures, to which you nod your head, "yeah, i know." sarah furrows her eyebrows, "whats wrong?" she asked. you shook your head, "its nothing. i was just caught by surprise with it, y'know?"

the blonde in front of you smiled sympathetically, "i get it, honey. but at least you know he wants this. i was scared shitless when i found out about josie, didnt even wanna imagine john bs reaction." the woman began, mentioning the previous conversation the two of you had.

"but jj came to you, basically saying he was ready, i dont think you have to worry about that. but, he wont be pissed if youre not ready, he loves you." she placed a hand on your shoulder, tilting her head slightly. you nodded, moving your hands to pick josephine up, placing her on your lap as he placed her hands on both sides of your face.

you smiled, "one of these would be really cute," you looked at josies baby features, in awe. from her chubby thighs, to her small pigtails adorned with small white bows, you smiled. you heard a small crashing sound, looking up at jj, who was now lying flat on the sand as john b fake stabbed a stick into his chest, "god, would that baby be an idiot though," sarah laughed, which only caused a laugh to erupt from your throat as well. handing baby josie back to sarah, the both of you stood and approached the other six, all sat with their respective couple around the fire.

you approached jj as he sat down, sitting down next to him and placing your legs over his lap. you moved your head to rest on his chest, his arm going around your shoulders while he moved his other hand onto your thigh closest to him. "you okay?" he asked, looking down at you with a small smile. you nodded, "im okay, baby," you assured him.

he rubbed small circles on your thigh as the high energy settled. the boys were quietly conversing with each other, beers in hand as the girls pitched in every now and then, mostly enjoying the small moment of peace they had gotten after going through years of torment and bad news.

this was it.

the pogue life.

[bia-wayne-west]

Damian is going to have a little sister [Damian Wayne x Pregnant! Batmom]

Summary: You take a pregnancy test and find out you are pregnant. You will have a little girl. Bruce, Alfred and their other three children are happy, except Demian. Your fourth baby is jealous of the new member of the family.

Personagens: Bruce Wayne [Batman], Damian Wayne [Robin], Dick Grayson [Nightwing], Jason Todd [Red hood], Tim Drake [Red Robin] and Reader [You]

Word count: 1,366

Warnings: jealousy, fear of abandonment and pregnancy.

A / N: Hi. I planned this fanfiction months ago, but I only had time to write today. I always imagined what it would be like if Batmom got pregnant. Demian would probably be jealous and wouldn't admit it. So, I decided to write about it.

I hope you like the imagine

Remember that I am a Brazilian girl. I am not fluent in English and I am still learning. I apologize if I have any errors. Feel free to correct me.

Go and read my other stories on my MASTERLIST.

REQUEST ARE OPEN. Do not be shy. Ask as many imagines as you want.

The test in your hands had two blue lines and your face had a huge smile. You had some suspicions, but you never imagined that after eight years of marriage, you would have a baby in your womb.

You thought you must be sterile because you had never been pregnant before, and even though the doctors said you were healthy, you didn't believe them. The test in your hand was proof that you were going to have five babies now.

You left the bathroom, putting the test in your pants pocket. The first person you saw when you left the master suite was Alfred. He will just come out of one of the guest rooms.

You ran to the butler you considered your second father. Alfred looked at you, thinking you were going to ask for something.

“Alfred, I'm pregnant!” You said it quickly, not having the courage to repeat it. The old man in front of you looked at you with wide eyes. After five seconds, he smiled at you.

It was difficult to make Alfred smile. He always maintained his serious appearance.

“Congratulations, Mrs. Wayne. It’s great news.” Alfred said.

You showed the butler the pregnancy test. He congratulated her again and left, with the excuse that he had to clean Timothy's room. You could see a big smile on Alfred's face as he walked down the stairs to the second floor.

You remembered that Bruce was on the Wayne Enterprise, running some errands and that he wouldn't be back until after 8pm. Dick and Jason went to Wally West's house to play basketball. Timothy was at school.

Demian was the only one at home. He was probably in his room or in the garden with Titus.

You walked to the room that had the 'Do Not Enter' sign. You knocked on the door a few times, hearing your son's voice telling you that you could come in.

“Hi, my love.” You said to Damian, who was playing videogame. He was sitting on the bed. The boy smiled at you.

"Hi mommy. Did something happen?" He questioned, his eyes anxious.

You sat on the bed too, watching your son continue to play his game, but he was paying attention to you. .

“I have something new to tell you. I found out today, so only you and Alfred know about it.” You said, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the pregnancy test to show Damian.

The boy looked at the object curiously, until he realized what it really was. He looked at you in amazement, as if he thought it was just a joke.

"You are pregnant?" He questioned.

"Yes." After you nodded, you saw him give you a sad smile.

“I think this is amazing news, Mom,” Damian said. He no longer looked you in the eye, focusing his attention on the television while he played.

"Are you okay, darling?" You questioned, moving closer to Damian.

The boy just nodded, and didn't look at you anymore. Then, you realized that he didn't like the news, and preferred to leave him alone. You knew Damian didn't like expressing his feelings.

"If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen" You said, leaving your son's room and walking down the hallway.

As soon as Bruce arrived and you told him you were pregnant, he had the best reaction possible. Your husband was extremely happy and excited. And Dick, Jason and Tim also loved having a new little brother.

The weeks passed very quickly, and soon became months, and suddenly, you were seven months pregnant. You had already done all the ultrasounds and discovered that you were having your first daughter. You were excited to have a little princess, and Jason and Dick started teasing Bruce about how he really was a girl's daddy.

Everyone in your family seemed to be happy, except Damian. He never said out loud that he hated the baby, but you could see that he stopped wanting to spend time with you. The boy spent more time in his room or in the Batcave, avoiding being close to you. Bruce said the boy would accept that he would have a sister after the baby was born, but you knew you had to have a talk with Damian.

You walked slowly down to the clock that hid the entrance to the Batcave. It was difficult to walk with swollen feet. You knew that Bruce was on patrol, but that he left Damian on the Batcomputer. As soon as you got out of the elevator, you saw your son look at you, but quickly turn away. You walked over to Damian, giving him a gentle smile. The boy didn't look at you again.

"Hello, my dear." You said.

He didn't answer you, and started pretending to type on the keyboard.

"I wanted to talk to you a little."

Damian just grumbled.

"I know you're sad about my pregnancy." You said. "But you know that in two months there will be a baby here."

He continued ignoring you.

"If it's because of your father, you know Bruce loves all his children equally." You commented. "And that no baby in this world will make your father love you less."

Damian finally turned around, looking at you. He had red eyes, looking like he was going to cry.

"It's not about my father." He said. "Is you!" He exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"You know!" He roared. "You were the first person who liked me, even though you knew I was Bruce's biological son and that I was conceived when he was drugged by Talia." Damian continued speaking. "And now, you will have your own daughter. Who has your blood and Bruce's"

You looked at him, surprised.

"Are you afraid I'm going to leave you aside?" You wanted to know.

"My brothers don't seem to see what's going to happen. That you and Bruce are going to love the baby more than we do." He started to cry. "I love you and my dad, and I know that now you will have your own family."

You said, walking over to your son. You held him by the shoulders, making him face you.

"Damian, that will never happen!" You exclaimed. "You, Dick, Jason and Tim never stopped being my kids, my little birds."

He looked away, looking embarrassed.

"I thought you wouldn't treat me like your son anymore" He said.

"It's normal for you to be jealous and afraid of losing all the attention you receive, but I want you to know that our relationship will never change." You commented. "Now that the problem has been resolved, do you want to go upstairs so we can make some cupcakes together?"

Damian quickly got up from the chair he was in, and threw himself into your arms, hugging you tightly. He placed his head on your chest, and surprisingly, you felt him caressing your belly for the first time. You lowered your head to look at your son, smiling at him.

"Yes, I want to go make cupcakes, Mommy." He said, using the sleeve of his sweatshirt to wipe his tear-stained face.

You and Damian went up to the house, leaving the Batcave. He started talking to you again, saying that he had had a brief fight with Jon Kent, but that they had already made up. He also told you that he was doing a literature project for school in a group, and that it was very easy.

As soon as you arrived in the kitchen, you grabbed all the necessary ingredients from the fridge and started mixing the cupcake batter, while Damian mixed the frosting. He told you that he wanted to color the cupcakes green and red, so you grabbed the food coloring from the pantry, letting him make the frosting any color he wanted.

Once the more than twenty cupcakes were ready, you and Damian sat on the counter while eating, talking excitedly about how the last few months had been when Damian had avoided you.

"Mother?" He caught your attention. "It'll be good to be a big brother."

You gave him a huge smile, and then kissed your son's cheek.

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'Another Bite' Yandere Damian Wayne x E.D. Reader Part 2 *TW*

Damian wants to get her pregnant, to do that she needs to have a "new" goal weight.

Damian sneakily makes reader eat food so their body is suitable for his offspring. He "helps" her through her eating disorder, but only for his benefit.

Female reader

***MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING***

Part 2 is also Damian POV / centric

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Rubbing her eyes to the setting sun, y/n wonders how she let so much time pass. Then she looks to the side, seeing Damian's muscles in the golden light. Oh, yeah, now she remembers. Rolling back to the pillows, she snuggles closer to her ripped fiancee and closes her eyes once more. 

Damian waits. He listens closely to hear the soft snoring and looks patiently for her face to fall. When she is back into a deep sleep, he will start immediately. Damian quietly exits the bed, throws on a bathrobe, and races to the kitchen. He must have food prepared for his lover for when she wakes up. Making food extremely convenient, needing no effort on her part for preparation or choosing. Having food easily accessible, something to mindlessly snack on. Only providing confirmed favorites, not attempting anything new during this delicate scheme. 

He hopes all of these tricks will have his darling stand just a little bit heavier on the scale.

He assembles "his" plate very carefully. He does not stack the snacks on top of each other, overlap, or take too much space on the plate. His darling is sensitive to gluttonous imagery. 

He enters his room, turns on the television to one of y/n's favorite programs, and waits. Again. 

As y/n starts to wake up, Damian pretends as if he was eating this whole time. The program has already started and y/n joins without suspicion. 

Damian moves the plate from his lap to the divot between them. He does not dare offer the food to her. It would easily resort to a declination and with her strong discipline, she would refuse food for the rest of the day. 

Damian understands that change will not happen overnight, but he will not give up. He keeps his short term goals reasonable. If he could cause y/n to get familiar with snacking, Damian would move to his next step. 

Positive reinforcement. 

Damian knows that weight gain, no matter how minuscule, would be catastrophic to y/n. His greatest aid would be the fact that weight is always fluctuating. Pounds and ounces could be lost as easily as they could be gained, and vice versa. His y/n knows this very well, but he would need her to feel secure and comfortable with these changes.

Small changes disregarded by her, to be rewarded by him. 

Damian would be her constant support. Actions speaking louder than words, after all. He would never dare to make direct comments of any kind, but would increase his affection behaviors as she gains. Very carefully, of course. Too much attention could make his lover feel awkward or anxious. He would keep a sense of normalcy and pretend like his y/n still has control over their diet. 

It might work, it might not, but he needs to try. 

An extra serving here, a snack or two there-

Y/n always has a number set in her head. Now, Damian has one too. 

Y/n always has a goal for what her body should look like. Now, Damian has one too. 

Her dainty frame adorned with the finest silks in brand name maternity wear.  Her features across the plump face of their newborn.                                                                                    The ring he bought for her nestled at the base of her skeletal fingers.

He easily gets caught up in the fantasy. Damian must stay on track and remember how important this is. He cannot get distracted and possibly ruin this chance. 

Centering himself, Damian watches the credits scroll by. His love is still working on the plate he provided, which is fine. He can wait. 

Another bite. Another, and another. 

Only when it is clean and devoid of any morsels does Damian bother to move. It is a subtle practice, but Damian needs to get the ball rolling somehow, conditioning y/n to the new normal. It was important. Manipulative sure, but important! 

Their future was settled on the glass pane of the scale and the mark on the test.