#batmom prompts

[that-one-fangirl69]

Batman/Bruce x (batmom)reader or Oc Writing Prompts

Some of these are for a Batmom that Bruce met in the league of assassins and therefore is or was an assassin (and possibly a current vigilante)

(Bm is short for Batmom)

1, When/What happened after Jason died (probably had problems if she tried to get revenge on Joker)

2. When her and Bruce had their first kiss

3. when Bruce realized he loved her

4. Catching lil Tim stalking them

5. Fakes her death and doesn’t tell anyone

6. She rejoins the League to protect them

7. Bm seeing that thing that says “one day your parents will set you down for the last time” and immediately goes and picks up all the Batkids

8. Hal Jordan/Green Lantern flirting w Bm

9. Vigilante Bm getting injured and having to sit out for a while (to her dismay)

10. Bm getting mad at Bruce for firing Steph as Robin

11. Bm mind controlled/becomes villain

12. Harley and Ivy getting mad at Bruce for making Bm upset

13. Bm feeling lonely after all the kids grow up and move out

14. Bm getting mugged after getting drunk because of a fight her and Bruce had

15. how he proposed to her

16. 🤍The Wedding🤍

17. Bm teaching the Batfam ASL cause Cass couldn’t talk when they first brought her in

18. Bm getting kidnapped and tortured (by the league or whoever) and Bruce and/or the Batkids having to save her

19. Bm and Bruce slow dancing in the ballroom after a gala

If you have questions feel free to ask :)

also if you use any of these please tag me I’d love to read them😁❤️

(Will be adding more later)

[bat-birdsandshadows]

Spending time with Ma

Hana open her door and surprise to see Jason in front of her house "Jason! Come in. I'm about to have breakfast. Mind join me?" ask Hana with smile. Jason nod as he walk inside the house. He look around the house. Nothing seem change since he last come here. He still surprise despite near Crime Alley this house never gotten robbed. Probably got something to do with rumours that even Batman got kick out from this house make people hesitate to rob it. He walk to the kitchen that also has small dining table. He walk there to see Hana put a plate of breakfast beside her plate "Did you know I'm actually coming?" ask Jason as he sit down as Hana put down a small jug of juice "I just got a feeling to made some more. Turn out I would have a guest. I'm surprise too" said Hana in defense. He could never really understand her intuition that sometimes too much bullseye which surprise him "If you say so" said Jason as he look at his breakfast. A grilled cheese bread and roasted tomato soup. Man does this make it feel nostalgic. Hana might not know this but the first time she meet Jason is before Bruce take him in. It was while he still a homeless kid from Crime Alley. She's the first adult who give him food without much thought. He remember her gentle smile as she gesture him and few other homeless kid to have some food on her yard. She even sit with them and eat the same thing she give them. They hear a rumours about a woman who would give foods to any child or homeless people without expecting much except small housework like cleaning her yard or taking out trash. Now here he is sitting with the same woman who once he know more clearly could beat down even Bane if her kids got hurt. He could never understand why Bruce break up with this wonderful woman. He cherish the food given to him as he start small talk with Hana. If Hana actually have some meetings this morning which she need to push away for next day no one know except her secretary

[kamireadsmcu]

I need her to be Batmom.

Jazz is Special Agent Fenton of the FBI. She doesn’t go by Fenton when she’s out on a case though; she uses Nightingale. She does this because it keeps her identity secret.

Jazz is investigating a series of crimes. One of the other agents goes undercover to try and set them up in a sting operation. Things go south and now Jazz is going to Gotham to view the murder scene.

When she gets there, GCPD try to stop her at the crime scene barrier. She flashes her FBI jacket and her badge and is given access. She walks over to the police commissioner, a man named Gordon. Gordon obviously doesn’t recognize her, and neither does the vigilante with him—Batman.

“This is a closed crime scene, Miss…?” Gordon asks.

“Nightingale. FBI.” She shows Gordon her badge. “You and your men can clear out. This is our jurisdiction now.”

“We haven’t gotten approval to—“ Gordon stops, but was interrupted by an officer walking over to Gordon and whispering something in his ear. “Fine.” Gordon grumbled, and started telling his men to leave.

“You too, Spooky. I don’t need a vigilante’s help.” She waves off the man without another thought, but Batman doesn’t move. Instead, he completely ignores her and starts walking towards the crime scene. “Obviously, you didn’t hear me.” Jazz scowled. “If you don’t leave, I will remove you with force, Batman.”

Batman turns to look at her. “That isn’t how things work here, Agent Nightingale.”

“It is now.” She kept her expression neutral. “Clear out, or be removed. Your choice.”

Batman tried to look intimidating. Jazz refused to bow. The two stared each other down before Batman took another step towards the crime scene. She reacted instantly. Pulling out a taser, she placed it on his back before he could even react.

He reacted quickly, and sent three batarangs at her in rapid succession. His movements were a bit slower than normal after getting tased. She dodged two of the batarangs, and opted to catch the third in her hand. She flicked it away lazily and cracked her knuckles with a small smile. “I love it when they choose force.”

Batman didn’t react to her comment. He seemed to understand he wasn’t going to be able to get around her without a major fight. He let out an annoyed grunt and grappled away.

Three days later, they meet on the roof of an abandoned building. It seems like Batman was still on the case after all. Jazz was not happy about it. She felt that he was going to ruin the entire operation. She couldn’t trust someone to have her back if they didn’t show their face. She doesn’t let the annoyance show on her face as Batman joins her at the edge of the rooftop.

“I thought I told you to stay off my case, Batman.” She said quietly.

Batman gave a quiet grunt. If she had to put it to words, it would translate to a ‘I do what I want.’

She didn’t speak to him again, but she didn’t kick him out, either. The two didn’t speak a word as they sat for two hours, inspecting the warehouse across the street. It was nearly morning by the time Batman left. She did make sure he left, too—she watched him grapple down the street and heard the roar of the Batmobile pulling away before she breathed out a sigh of relief.

Watching the building was doing nothing. She was going to have to get closer. She was going to have to go undercover herself. The thought didn’t make her any happier, even with knowing what happened to the last agent that went undercover for this operation. She also knew that to keep her tracker on her at all times, she would need to shove it inside a place that nobody would look for it. And boy was that uncomfortable.

Two days after she met Batman did she meet Brucie Wayne for the first time. By now she had been undercover with the modeling agency for a day, and it was going well so far. She was playing her part perfectly, but it could take weeks for them to trust her enough to give her information that she needed to know.

She had been hired to be arm candy for a wealthy man in Gotham. It wasn’t Brucie, though she knew he had a few models on his arms as well. She had gotten through most of the night without incident before she ran into Brucie. Quite literally. Brucie’s champagne spilled down her dress, and she gave a mock scream of outrage.

Brucie tried to clean up her dress, but she swatted his hands away and went to the bathroom to clean up. She never noticed the tracker that Bruce put on the nape of her neck. When she came back out, she noticed her date looking for her. She rejoined him and the rest of the night went smoothly.

A month into the operation and she finally was getting some results. She had been moved from building to building more than once, but she finally got breadcrumbs for what she needed to take them down. It took her another three weeks after that to gather all of the evidence she needed.

At the final takedown, she was joined by none other than Batman. She had half-expected him to show up after she noticed the tracker on her neck six hours after it was placed. She didn’t know when she had even run into the Batman at a stuffy charity gala. She had debated crushing it, but she didn’t have backup and she figured his help was better than nothing. She still didn’t trust him, though. She made sure he knew that, too.

Bringing the tracker up to her lips, she whispered, “Don’t you know it’s rude to listen in on a lady, Batman?”

Together, she and Batman took down the traffickers. They had been using models and trafficking them all over the world to be used as sex slaves. She feels a certain satisfaction while watching everyone be escorted out in cuffs.

“Nice work.” Batman says, figure tall and dark.

She hums. “Thanks.” The silence stretches on for a few minutes before she adds in, “Thanks for having my back.”

“I thought you didn’t need a vigilante’s help?” Batman teased.

She didn’t look at him, but she could hear the teasing on his voice. She smirks and crosses her arms. “I don’t. But you’re harder to get rid of than a ghost in a net.”

Batman didn’t respond back to her, and it takes her a few moments to realize what she had said. She was of course, referencing her parents ghosthunting activities. But he didn’t even know her real name, so how would he even know what he was talking about?

“When do you leave?” Batman asked.

“After everything’s wrapped up. Why, you going to miss me?” She finally turned to look at him. She wished she could run facial recognition and figure out who was under that mask. The psychologist in her wanted to know just why a man would put on a bat mask and fight crime.

“I have a case that could use your input.” Batman deflected her question.

Was that a compliment from the Batman? His way of telling her that he trusted her opinion? Or was it an olive branch?

“Mine or the FBI’s?” She already knew the answer to his question, but she wanted him to say it.

Instead, he just grunted in annoyance. She rolled her eyes and pulled a card out of the pouch that she kept her FBI id at and handed it to him. “That’s my office phone number.” She tapped the card with her finger as he held it. “If you want my personal cell, you’ve got to earn it.”

He nodded and tucked the card into his utility belt. She could see the beginnings of a smile from Batman as he disappeared into the shadows and grappled away.

Surprisingly, it only took Batman a week to call her. She had gotten settled back into her office in DC, and had mostly forgotten about the encounter. She had to report Batman’s appearance in her report, but beyond that, she didn’t have to explain that he helped her take down the ring.

She made a flight back to Gotham the next day. Batman brought her into the Batcave and told her everything she needed to know about the case. She didn’t know where the Batcave was, as Batman had blindfolded her, but she was impressed with his initiative.

“Im not wearing that.” She glared at him with all of the venom she had—which was quite a lot.

“You can’t go out in your FBI jacket.” Batman deadpanned.

“Wasn’t planning on it. Do you think I’m a rookie?” She shook her head and gestured at the costume that the vigilante had made for her. “That doesn’t give you the right to—to—ugh! Im not your Batgirl, or Batwoman, or whatever! I came out as a consult. I don’t dress up in latex, and I don’t wear costumes!”

The costume itself was gorgeous, not that she’d ever tell Batman that. It was solid black, had a red bat on the front of it, and was fully equipped with a utility belt, knife holsters, and a taser. It had a full cowl like Batmans, along with the pointy ears on top.

“I don’t see the problem.” Batman’s voice had undertones of offense in it.

“Look.” She gestured at the costume. “Im honored, truly, that you want me to watch your back. But I’m not a vigilante. Nor will I ever be!”

She had watched what vigilantism had done to Danny, Sam, Tucker, and Valerie over the years. Sure, she’d gone out with them more than once. Without a mask. But there was something more complex about the costume sitting on the table in front of her.

“You said you were going to help.” Batman’s gruff voice got closer as he took a few steps towards her.

“And I did.” She gestured to the Batcomputer. “I already gave you my opinions of the case. I dedicated a weekend of PTO time to be here. But this is as far as my help goes.”

“What about the last operation? You owe me.”

“Owe you?!” She exclaimed, thumping her finger against his chest. “I told you to get lost. You still stuck around. You could’ve cost me the operation!”

“It worked.”

She groaned in frustration. She was close enough to him now that she could smell the faint smell of Kevlar and aftershave from him. She rubbed a hand down her face as she thought over what had happened last time she was in Gotham.

“What about all your other winged vigilantes? You had uh.. Nightwing, and Robin, right?”

“It’s only Nightwing.” Batman responded. “He’s unavailable.”

“I could’ve sworn you had a Robin, too.” She looked up at him and noticed the stiffness of his body.

“Robin has moved on.” Batman replied.

Hmm. Touchy subject. She wasn’t going to push. It wasn’t any of her buisness.

“You must be really desperate if you’re trying this hard to get me to go out in that.” She smirked.

“Things could go wrong.” Batman said with a quiet sigh.

“Don’t they always?” She tilted her head.

“Not always.” Batman mimicked her actions, clearly studying her. “What will it take?”

“If I put that mask on,” She gestured to the table behind her, “You take yours off.”

“No.”

“Fine. Deals off, then.” She pulled her phone out and immediately started looking for flights back to DC.

“Why?” He questioned.

“I can’t trust someone who won’t tell me who they are.” She shrugged.

Batman let out a quiet growl. As he took his cowl off, he scowled. “You would know, wouldn’t you, Miss Fenton?”

“Holy shit.” Her eyes got wide.

Bruce Wayne was the Batman.

[battymommastuff]

The Fire-Eater

Batmom x Batman, Batmom x Batfamily

Prompt: While digging through the attic, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd uncover a secret about their adoptive mother. A secret that reveals the true, and dark story of the most loved couple in Gotham City

Masterlist

!!DISCLAIMER!! - This likely won't be comic accurate (Obviously), but I did draw inspiration from the comics. If you are looking for something accurate, then this fanfic isn't for you.

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"Jesus Christ, you'd think they would dust up here once in a while." Jason rasps as he waves his hand in the air to clear the cloud of dust. Dick just rolled his eyes and lifted another box out of the way, causing another cloud of dust to poof into the air, "Where is this damn blanket anyway?" He asked, ripping open an old box to look for the blanket in question. Why? You, their adopted mother, is currently carrying their youngest sibling. The first, and only pregnancy of yours. Seeing that you aren't as young as you used to be, the pregnancy is a high risk. As per doctor's orders, you were to remain on bed rest now that you were close to your due date.

Before that, you'd been working on the nursery. Everything was perfect, but you were missing one thing. Bruce's baby blanket. A blanket you'd only ever seen in pictures, but knew that you wanted it for your future child. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be possible. All of your children were far too old for the blanket when they were adopted. Now you had your baby on the way, and you wanted that blanket. To prevent you from climbing up there yourself, your two oldest sons decided to.

"Some of the boxes are older than me." Dick joked as he held up a box of old photo albums. The date on the box was ten years before he was born. He set the box down, and kept shifting through the boxes. They were looking for a box with Bruce's birth year on it. All of his baby items were stored there. He moved another box then frowned when he saw one tucked in a far corner. It was opened, and he saw a black outfit lined with red sequins, an outfit he swore he's seen before...a circus outfit. What caught his eye next was a rolled up poster, "Hey, Jason." He called out while picking up the poster. Dick unrolled it slowly, then felt his heart sink to his stomach.

A poster for Haly's Circus. The Circus he was apart of before his biological parents died. He still remembered that day as if it just happened. On the poster was a woman eating fire. Her outfit, a black leotard with red sequins lining it. (H/C) hair, and (S/C) skin. Unless Bruce had a certain type, there was no way it couldn't be you. How? How was this possible? He remembered meeting you that night. You were dressed as if you just walked out of business meeting, and you were with Bruce. The date on the poster dated years before you ever met Bruce.

Dick set the poster down right as Jason approached him, still grumbling about all of the dust. He picked up a small book next. Opening it, he found pictures. Old pictures of you, and other members of the circus. You and Haly...you and his parents. You knew his parents? One picture was of you, his dad, his mom, and him as a newborn. You knew who he was before you ever met him? How come he never knew this? Why did you leave the circus? How did you end up marrying Bruce Wayne of all people?

"Holy shit, Mom never told us this." Jason said while holding up the torches and an old bottle of alcohol. What they saw in the bottom of the box made both of their spines tingle. A mask...a Court of the Owls mask. Dick knew the story, and he knew his lineage. He knew his potential fate, had he never been adopted. Why did you have a mask? All of these questions in his head, and he knew the one person who could answer them.

He shoved all the items back into the box, and stormed out of the attic with it. Dick wanted answers, and he wanted them now. He carried the box through the manor with Jason on his heels, while holding back his tears. He felt lied to? Betrayed? He didn't know, but he needed to know. He felt like you were an entirely new person now. Dick opened the door to your bedroom. You were watching as Stephanie painted your toenails, and Damian was lecturing you on your health.

"Oh! Did you-..." You cut off when you saw the box he was carrying. It'd been years, and you forgot about that box. Honestly, you thought you threw it out, "Dick..." Your oldest son walked over and slammed the box on the bed, causing your two other sons and Stephanie to glare at him.

"Start talking, Mom...right now."

[kaleidoscopewritings19]

Bruce Wayne x BATMOM!Reader

Title: "Blood thirsty Gremlin"

Character(s): Bruce Wayne, Female!Batmom!Reader, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, and Tim Drake.

Warnings: None

Prompts Used: In bold print and credit goes to @skriveting

NO ONE HAS MY PERMISSION TO POST/TRANSLATE MY WORK TO OTHER APPS OR WEBSITES. Thank you <3

OTHER BATMOM!READERS (CLICK THE TITLES)

"A Snowman, A Nosebleed, and the Wayne's"-CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

"Annabelle" - HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

"A Trophy and Chloroform"

Every summer, Bruce would have the field behind Wayne Manor cleaned, trimmed, and tended to. The grass would be cut, the trees would be cleaned up, and overall, the field was maintained. Bruce even added a man-made stream to divide the field in half. 

There was reasoning as to why this said field was properly maintained, and so much effort was put into it. This reasoning was the Wayne’s Summer Fun! (At least, that is what you called it)

Every Summer, your family would choose one day out of the week to camp, cook out, and stay in the field to play games all week long. 

Bruce and the boys gave up their vigilante antics for the week so you could spend quality time together. Plus, you just wanted the boys to feel like they had a good childhood, and it wasn’t just full of training and fighting criminals once the sun went down.

It was the end of the week and tomorrow the boys would go back to their normal schedule, and you and Bruce would go back to work. Every year, you would end “The Wayne’s Summer Fun” with a game of capture the flag. The boys loved it, and every year, you would switch up team members so the games would stay interesting. 

And every year, one of the teams would receive a trophy, that was normally given to the winner of monopoly, and every year, someone would end up in a fight. (But that story has already been told: click here to read).

This year, your team consisted of Bruce and Damian. Jason, Dick, and Tim were the blue team, and your team was the red team. Alfred was merely just the mediator, and he would sit in a deer stand that Bruce had built just for the purpose of this game. 

Alfred always explained the game, even though everyone knew how to play. “Each team has a flag and will hide it at eye level, but not in direct site. Each team needs to have an offense and a defense, and a spot they call jail.” he said, and he cleared his throat. “Switch offense and defense often. Those who are in offense will go and try to capture the other team’s flag and take it back to their side of the field. Those in defense, will capture those who try to take the flag and put them in jail.”

Jason sighed, “Alfred, we know-”

Alfred spoke over Jason, “HOWEVER, players of the team that has captured members, can retrieve their partners from the jail and take them back to their base. As always, protect your flags! The first team to retrieve a flag and get it to their home base, will receive this, trophy.” Alfred smiled as he held the gold trophy in his hand.

Each side had an equivalent number of trees, and you, Bruce, and Damian took off running towards your home base. Damian held the flag, “Okay, between these trees will be perfect. The bushes cover it, and its eye level, so technically we are not breaking any rules.”

You and Bruce looked over at each other, “Sounds good to me. Now, Damian and I will obviously be offense and you be defense.” Bruce said, and your hands went to your hips.

“Why am I always defense?” you asked, and Bruce and Damian stared at each other. 

Last Year

You were placed in defense, and your team consisted of Tim and Dick. Jason, Bruce, and Damian were a team, and Damian happened to sneak past you. The sound of a twig snapping caught your attention, and you jumped into action.

Damian was standing next to your blue flag, and about to take off with it. But when his eyes met yours, he bolted, making you chase after him. You threw a few pinecones at Damian, but he dodged them all. He was quick on his feet for being so little, but you jumped, and tackled Damian to the ground.

“Come on Dami, give mom the flag!” you shouted as you tried to grab it out of his hands. Damian flailed like a fish, and shouted, “NEVER!” You started tickling him, until he dropped the flag. 

Damian laid on the ground out of breath from laughing. You stood up, picked up your flag, and picked Damian off of the ground and took him back to your bases jail. “Don’t mess with momma.” you said before leaving Damian in the "jail".

End of Flashback

“I wasn’t that bad!” you exclaimed, and Bruce smiled.

“Mom, you were throwing pinecones at me! And you tackled me to the ground!” Damian said, and you gave them both a nervous smile. “Okay, that wasn’t my best motherly moment. But in my defense, I am competitive. I can’t help it.” you say as you ruffled Damian’s hair. 

Bruce pressed a kiss to your lips. “That’s why I married you, honey. I like your competitiveness.”

“Okay, guys, we need to get going. Alfred just blew the whistle.” Damian took off running, leaving you and Bruce behind. 

MEANWHILE....

“Jason, that’s cheating!” Tim exclaimed as Jason placed the flag on the ground behind a big rock. “It’s not cheating.” Jason said, as he turned to look at Tim.

“Alfred said, the flag must be eye level. So, having it lying on the ground is cheating.” Tim explained and Jason rolled his eyes.

“Tim, look down.” Jason said, and Tim looked down. “Can you see the flag?”

Tim nodded, and Jason clapped his hand to Tim’s back. “Okay then. It’s eye level.” Dick looked between Jason and the flag and smiled. “He’s got a point.”

Jason stood up on the rock, “I have decided I will be the defense, while you two be the offense. Damian will always try to be the first one to get the flag, and I want to be the one to put the spawn in jail.” he said as he hopped off the rock.

The boys heard the whistle blow, “Let’s go win us a trophy, now break!” Jason yelled, and Tim and Dick took off down the field.

...

You and Bruce had waited for Damian to return, but he never did. The sound of twigs and sticks snapping caught both yours and the Batman’s attention. Bruce held a finger to his lips and crept off through the trees. You waited patiently, and Bruce came back with Tim and Dick by the collars of their shirts.

“They thought they could sneak past the bat.” Bruce said, and he led them away to the place you guys picked as jail. "You did not just say that..." Dick said as Bruce tossed them both into jail.

When he came back, he smiled, “They made the mistake of sending out two scouts. I am going to check on Damian and I will be right back.”

You checked on Tim and Dick and they were lying on the ground. “Why would you send out two of your scouts?” you questioned, and they shrugged their shoulders. “It’s the last time we let Jason call the shots.” Dick mumbled, and Tim threw a rock. 

Ruffling both of the boys’ hair, Tim spoke, “Well, at least it was dad who got to us. Mom would’ve tackled us both.”

“Or worse, she would’ve thrown pinecones at us, or landed us in the ER..” Dick shuddered, and you rolled your eyes. “Have fun in jail, boys.”

You ran back to your hiding spot. and Bruce came back with no sign of Damian. “He must be up in a tree strategizing. He’s not in jail, and he’s nowhere to be found.”

Both you and Bruce heard a sneeze, and you looked around frantically. Bruce pulled you behind a tree, and the two of you peeked out towards the left of the field. Jason, Dick, and Tim were all creeping around, and you turned to Bruce. 

“It was a trap! This was Jason’s plan all along!” you whisper shouted, “That little shit....” you whispered, and Bruce chuckled. “It’s not funny, Bruce! If we lose this--” 

 Bruce placed a hand on your shoulder, "It's just a game of Capture the Flag honey, it's not that serious-"

You looked Bruce straight in the eyes, "If we lose this, I'm divorcing you." 

Bruce sprang into action, and the two of you went after one of the boys one at a time. Jason was the hardest to catch; somehow, you were able to climb a tree, and once Jason walked underneath, you leaped down at him. 

Jason let out a scream and hit the ground, “OUCH!” Jason cradled his arm, and pain raced up through your left leg. Bringing your leg to your chest, you held onto it, and Bruce, Tim, and Dick came running.

“What happened?” Bruce asked as he raced to your side.

“Mom jumped from the tree like a blood thirsty gremlin and tackled me to the ground. I think my arm is broken...” Jason said, and Bruce looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“I think my leg is broken....” you said, and Bruce shook his head. He lifted you up off the ground, and Tim and Dick helped Jason off of the ground. “Another trip the ER. They might as well give us a room with our name on it.” Bruce mumbled.

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LATER THAT EVENING

Your leg had a cast, and you were on crutches. Jason had a broken arm, and you had a fractured leg. “Your competitiveness has gotten the better of you. Again.” Bruce said as he helped you into bed.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I thought you loved my competitiveness?” you questioned, and Bruce laughed. “I do, trust me I do. Sometimes I think you should have been a Navy Seal Operative.” 

 Alfred walked into the room and Dick trailed behind him with Damian in his arms. Damian had a red flag wrapped around his mouth, and duct tape around his wrists and ankles. 

“Oh my gosh, who did this?” you say and you motioned for Dick to place your youngest son on the bed. You tried your best to untie him. One you took the flag out of his mouth Damian coughed.

“I was outside for three hours! Where were you guys?” he asked, and you looked down at your leg. Damian stared, “Woah.  How’d that happen?” he asked, and your cheeks turned red.

Bruce sighed. “Your mom and Jason were the ones to get in a tussle this time around. But- what happened to you exactly?" Bruce asked and everyone turned their attention to youngest Wayne.

"It was Jason! I almost had their flag, and he jumped me from behind and tied me up!" then Damian started looking around the room. "Speaking of which... where is he?" Damian looked past Dick and seen Jason trying to creep out of the bedroom.

Before you and Bruce could grab Damian, he leaped off of the bed and hurled toward Jason. And a loud smack could be heard around the world and Jason's pained scream could also be heard in a thirty-mile radius.

"Don't mess with me!" Damian shouted as he bowed up at Jason. Alfred walked into the bedroom with the trophy in hand, "I assume that I get to keep this trophy?"

Bruce and you shared a glance at one another, "Because I have captured both flags." Alfred said as he smiled and waved both flags. That year, Alfred was the Wayne Summer Fun Victor.

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this x reader! This was meant to be posted in the summer, but oh well. I hope you all have a great weekend! Let me know your thoughts on this x reader in the comments!

XOXO

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The Complaint — @look-at-the-soul

Midnight Interlude — @awritesthings1

Gone with the Leaves — @awritesthings1

Numbers — @mrkdvidal1989

Train Left - Moments Passed — @mrkdvidal1989

Ignoble Sins — @cillmequick

Empty Promises — @fallatyourfeet

You Have More To Lose Than You Take — @mrkdvidal1989

Bloodstained Hands — @mrkdvidal1989

Look At Me — @simplyundeniable98

Time After Time Chapter 13 — @all-mirth-no-matter

A Moment of Happiness — @gypsy-girl-08

Christmas Lights — @mrkdvidal1989

First Christmas — @acewritesfics

Eye Fucking Each Other — @mrkdvidal1989

All I Need — @gypsy-girl-08

Promotion — @acewritesfics

No Man Works Alone — @muneca-lemon-steppa

TRIPLE FRONTIER

BENNY MILLER

The Best One — @theewokingdead

Are You On Mute? ⎢ Part Two — @rhoorl

Ask Prompt — @bullet-prooflove

Are You Going To Be Quiet? — @rhoorl

FRANCISCO “FRANKIE” “CATFISH” MORALES

Bluffing Season — @beskarandblasters

Mesmerized — @endlessthxxghts

New Year’s Day — @hellishjoel

My Home Is You — @chronically-ghosted

Stars — @trulybetty

Need You — @endlessthxxghts

Cravings ⎢ Crash ⎢ Insatiable — @pedge-page

Merry Christmas Cariño — @joelsflannel

All I Want For Christmas — @morallyinept

WILL MILLER

When Sleep Comes Easy — @laurfilijames

Just A Little Push — @missdictatorme

Kinktober 2023: Sexual Exhaustion — @gosmigenergy

Clusterfuck — @velicibeewords

All I Want — @laurfilijames

TRIPLE FRONTIER BOYS

Company — @pimosworld

The Story of Us Masterlist — @pimosworld

TSOU AU ⎢ Never Have I Ever ⎢ Down The Rabbit Hole ⎢ Santa’s A Homewrecker — @pimosworld

What Benny Doesn’t Know Masterlist — @backtothefanfiction

THE GRAY MAN

SIERRA SIX/COURT GENTRY

The Nurse Series ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 — @heresthestorymorningglory

The Spy Next Door — @renren-006

Homework Problems — @renren-006

Wide Open Spaces — @elusivewildflower

Hurt You — @j4desblurbs

Bodyguard!Sierra Six — @wiidvw .☘︎ ݁˖

Safe Hands — @hollandstrophyhusband

Bodyguard!Sierra Six — @wiidvw .☘︎ ݁˖

Aftercare w. Sierra Six — @ken-dom

Bodyguard!Sierra Six — @wiidvw .☘︎ ݁˖

DC

BATMOM

See You Soon (+ Jason Todd) — @reveluving

Batmom’s Biggest Fan — @silly-thinkings

The Bat in the Shadows ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 — @ynscrazylife

Long Overdue Masterlist — @apocalypse-shuffle

Love Thorns All Over This Rose ⎢ Part Two — @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms

Harmony (+Dick Grayson) — @soriseerakyra

Batprank ⎢ Part Two — @ciaraswritings

Unexpected — @ciaraswritings

Ballet (ft. Cass Cain) — @reveluving

I Want To See My Little Boy (ft. Damian Wayne) — @dragon-chica 

BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN

Gossip and Galas — @ciaraswritings

DICK GRAYSON/NIGHTWING

The Graysons — @hannibals-favourite-meal

BATSIS

Alleviate The Pain (Platonic!Dick Grayson) — @pugh-pugh-pugh-pugh

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Oooo what if one day, Bruce and batmom renew their vows, she finally gets to wear the dress 

"Hey B?"

"Hm?" Bruce glanced up from tinkering with his new gadgets and nudged a stool out for Dick to climb up on with his foot.

"How come you didn't do a big wedding?"

"Didn't you badger Y/N about this already?" he asked. He'd heard the tail end of the conversation- even if he'd not meant to. He was looking for something in the bedroom.

"Yeah but-"

"But?" he prompted, glancing up at Dick when he broke off.

"Her dress is really pretty."

"She can't wear a wedding dress to someone else's wedding, chum-"

"Well can't you do it over?" he asked.

"We're already married-"

"Yeah but you could do the party over," he pouted.

Bruce set down what he was tinkering with and sat on the stool across from him, leaning on his hand. "What's this actually about?"

Dick frowned. He didn't know how much he should say. Mostly because he'd been snooping and he shouldn't have been and he knew that but-

"Dick," Bruce prompted.

"Her mom is still really mean to her B," he said finally.

"How do you-"

"I was messing around on her computer trying to find the game we were playing because I wanted to solve one of the puzzles we were stuck on," he explained. "But then I couldn't find it and I started looking for some pictures because I wanted them for show and tell and I opened a file and it had a bunch of messages and- Please don't tell."

The word came out in a rush and Bruce exhaled slowly, "Dick-"

"She said you kept putting her in ugly dresses as a joke, B because everyone was laughing at her and she was too dumb to know it."

"Rude."

"She's really pretty, B. And she really liked her dress-"

Bruce reached across the table and ruffled his hair, "We'll figure something out, Chum."

"Promise?" he asked. And Bruce can see that it bothers him. Really bothers him. To Dick, you're not a lawyer or his wife. You're a whole other entity. If not always his mom, someone important. And too a little boy whose life got upended so horribly... well. He just can't stand the idea that you're unhappy.

"Promise," he said, smiling a little. "Now go brush your teeth and find your pajamas. It's almost bedtime."

[nox140497]

Masterlist

Prompts List

Asks and Requests

Key for my stories

Questions

Results of questions

YouTubers

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Sam and Colby

Markiplier

Jacksepticeye

Vanossgaming

Wildcat

Terroriser

Nogla

WilburSoot

Jake Webber

DC

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Damien Wayne

Bruce Wayne

Batfam

Barry Allen

Wally West

Oliver Queen

Young Justice

Marvel

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Steve Rogers

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Nevile Longbottom

Theodore Nott

Mattheo Riddle

Tom Riddle

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Regulus Black

James Potter

Batmom

Nightwings' Robin

Intro

Background

Young Justice Team Members

Justice League Members

What Did You Do?

Nightmares

[gilverrwrites]

Oh wow! Theres so many! Which ones of them are you really enthusiastic about and really like them or which ones do you want to write at the moment?

Oh boy, good question! I’ll give you a very brief overview of my top 3, in no particular order for each one. It's not that the others a less valid, these are just the ones I'm currently the most into.

Bruce:

‘SUBBY BRUCE PLEASEPLEASEPLRASR’ (Note: quite a few of his requests are variations on him being subby)

Bruce having a wet dream and waking up in the morning with his mess besides batmom wifey reader, and getting embarrassed about it.

Some fluff with Bruce: him giving you his mother’s pearls as a wedding gift

Dick:

villain!nightwing & hero!reader, with corruption kink.

Switchy!PT!Dick, featuring Wally or Jay flirting with the reader, thus making him jealous.

Virgin!fem! reader, him being gentle and reassuring but also so cocky about it.

Tim:

Wearing something sexy for Tim, in the Red Robin colours, which I want to combine with another request where the reader spends the day teasing him while he’s trying to do Wayne Tech work. And a third request for ‘giving Tim kisses, an amazing handjob and praise’

More clit slapping, with him being a mean dom.

Softly eating out his people pleaser girlfriend.

Teasing in public continued.

Tim gets 4 (or 6 if you include the 3 that are combined lol) cause I love him.

Jason:

Jay who died a virgin and never had time now losing it

Caressing and kissing Jason's happy trail + giving him a handjob while kissing his cute smuchy blissed face and scars.

Secret relationship, being emotions and sweet and spicy when someone (Dick or Steph – different but similar requests) walks in on them.

Multi/Unspecified:

“Clean freak reader” out of their comfort zone during sex

‘blue lace trim plss!! :)’ from a prompt list. Thinking about making this a FlashBird/Reader thing. Wally and the reader wearing matching panties in Nightwing-blue.

Teasing in public, switched.

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

AI-Less Whumptober 2023 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

AI-Less Whumptober 2023 Moodboard Masterlist

Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for hosting the event! All of this year's prompts can be found here.

The Middle of Nowhere (dark!Rooster & dark!Hangman & Reader)

Prompts: 1, 5, 17, 20, 27

What Went Wrong (Rick Flag x Reader)

Prompts: 1, 8, 14, 21, 30, Alt 1

The Job (Part 1, Part 2) (Tommy Shelby x Reader)

Prompts: 2, 8, 18, 21, 23, Alt 6, Alt 25

The One Rule (Cheater!Hangman x Reader)

Prompts: 4, 19, 31, Alt 7, Alt 13

There Was Never a Choice (Ed Baldwin x Reader)

Prompts: 4, 6, 13, 14, 16, 29

Remember.... (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Prompts: 6, 23, 24, 25, Alt 11, Alt 29

One Bad Day....Jason's Death (Batman x Batmom!Reader)

Prompts: 8, 12, 23, 31, Alt 13

Nevermore (Rooster x Reader)

Prompts: 11, 19, 23, 28

That's What Family is For (Part 2) (Batsis!Reader & Damian Wayne)

Prompts: 16, 21

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Winter Whumperland 2022 Masterlist

Prompt List

Day 1: Shared Nightmare

My Fault (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader)

Day 2: Unhappy Family Reunion

One Bad Day…. (Visitors) (Dick Grayson & Batmom!Reader)

Day 3: Public Whump

No Laughing Matter (Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader)

Day 4: Holiday Light Show (Fluff)

White Christmas (Harrison Knott x Reader)

Day 5: Self-Sacrifice

I'd Catch a Grenade For You (Rick Flag x Reader)

Day 6: Shared Holiday Meal (Fluff)

Secret Santa (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader)

Day 7: Bleeding Out

Blood (Peter Parker x Reader)

Day 8: Unexpected Kindness

Make Me Forget (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader)

Day 9: Main Character Death

Heading Home (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Day 10: Abducted

Wrong Bat (Jason Todd x Reader)

Day 11: Elf (Fluff)

Santa and his Elf (Stephen Holder x Reader)

Day 12: Favorite Holiday Movies

Open on Christmas (Miles Miller x Reader)

[i-write-only-to-feel-emotions]

Hi; it's my firs time writing on this account and this is list of what I'm writing:

Tokio hotel band boys

Marvel (not all characters)

Narnia

Ouat (not all characters)

Batfam ( if you want batman x reader only a batsis then. And no batmom reader)

Outer banks

Jatp

Harry potter

Marauders (only young marauders sorry)

Miss peregrine's home for peculiar children ( I don't know if I'm spelling it right)

Dream smp ( not all of them )

Teen Wolf (not every character and I do write about movie)

nowhere boys

every witch way

Kissing booth ( without Noah. Just don't like him and don't hate me please )

I can't really think of anything else but if you have some ideas just text me 😃

I write everything. Literally everything besides Smut (sorry not sorry) (I do write smut now)

And this I'm my prompts list of everything:

"You need to wake up because I can't do this without you"

"Just once"

"I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified"

"If you keep looking at me like this we won't make it to a bed"

" Wanna dance?"

" You fainted... Straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes"

" Wait, did your emotionless y/n just smiled??"

"Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

"I almost lost you"

"Don't you ever do that again!!""

"It could be worse"

"Looks like we'll be trapped for a while..."

"You need to wake up because I can't do this without you"

"It's almost like when you were still alive"

" Did you think I just forgot ?"

"When I let go, run for your life"

"How can't you see them? They're Right there"

"Don't open(close) your eyes (when you write request just chose with on you want )"

"I always knew I die first"

" You know I'm not read, do you ?"

"Don't worry about it. J was already awake"

"How long have you been having nightmares like this?"

"What happened?"

"Hey - hey! Hey! It's me y/n, it's me"

"Was it the same as last one?"

"Strange place to fall asleep"

"Do you... live here?"

"You were already asleep, I didn't want to wake you"

"You're safe. It's okay, I promise you, you're safe. You need to stop fighting them"

" I'm sorry, i know, I'm trying to help you. I want to help you, you're hurt, I'm - oh God, I'm sorry, please go back to sleep"

"Hey y/n? Look at me"

" Why do you sitting in the closet??"

"I'm right here"

"How long have you been sitting here?"

"Is it okay if I touch you ?"

"It's windy today. This bench has a nice texture, don't you think ?"

" I can't help you if I can't touch you. Will you give me your hand ?"

" No.... I'm not hurt"

"Sometimes I just ... do this. It's fine"

"No, it's bad. But I'm. Like. I'm fine just give me like, ten minutes"

"I don't - I don't remember"

".... I don't like whent it's loud"

"I love you iI really do but.... I just can't.... I'm dissociating"

"I didn't feel that. At all"

"Did you just come out?"

"Don't touch me"

"My name is y/n. I'm [ age ]. I live in this box. My name is y/n -"

"I can't think of anything to do that don't kill someone canyouhelpme ?"

" Eeeee - hi, I'm uh I think I'm in [ different state ]. Could you come please???"

"Hey, it's okay it's okay just breathe. Okay? just breathe"

"Everything's hurt"

"This is going to hurt, but I'll help you"

"No, no no no no no no no no! Hey y/n? Hi sweetie I've got you"

"I'll still be there when you wake up"

"You cans sleep, y/n. It's over"

"Y/n? Was that - did you just squeeze my hand?"

"It's okay. It's meant to be there, just helping you breathe"

"Can you hear me?"

"You here so close to dying I was scared"

"Is it getting bad again"

"You are such stronger and braver

" Next time it's gets this bad just tell me please"

"There are just too many people depending on me. I can't rest. I can't let them down"

"I don't have anything or anyone left anymore"

"I'm not strong. or brave. I survive 'cause there's not really any other choice"

"I tried to give up before. But the universe just didn't let me"

"I just want to be done. I'm tired. I'm so, so fucking tired"

"I know it's selfish. But i wish someone would just.... Hug me forever"

"I tend to live people more than they love me . And it's okay. J don't mind but ... It can be lonely"

"I just don't feel like life makes any difference to anyone. I'm just here"

"I ruin everything i touch"

"Being alive is exhausting"

"No one ever helped me when I needed it. So, i just. Try to do my best to keep others from feeling that king of loneliness...."

"Sometimes... I feel like the pain is everything I am"

"I wish I remembered anything other than loneliness"

"I'm not particularly good person. but sometimes I wish someone would think I am"

"I'm just always the one who gets left behind"

"I never seem to belong anywhere. or to anyone"

"I'm alone and this is my own fault. but it doesn't make it hurt any less"

"I don't know how to live. I feel like like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop"

"I always expect people to hurt me. Because they usually do"

"It's better if I'm alone. I can't hurt anyone if there's no one close enough to get hit by the debris of my fuck ups"

"How can I help you feel less alone?"

"I'm not going anywhere until you get some sleep"

"You're important to me. You hear me?? you're important. And that's never gonna change"

"I want to take eof you. Please, let me"

"No one is meant to be all alone. That's not how humans are built. You don't need to do all this on your "

"You don't deserve the bad things that happened to you. You never did"

"Y/N YOU'RE BLEEDING?!?!?!"

"That's...... a lot of blood, is that - of Fuck!!"

"When your saying your pain's 5 out if 10, for a normal person it's 11 out of 10, we getting you help now"

"I know it's hurt's, shhhh it's okay, it's okay"

"Holy shit, how long have you been like this??"

" Y/n? Y/n!!? Hey!!"

"It's okay! Just stay awake, okay sweetie? Stay awake"

"It would be better if you stayed away from me. I'm a monster"

"I wish there was world with accept us"

"You can't kill me. I'm not alive"

"It's okay. You can let go"

"It wasn't supposed to end like that"

"I'm a weapon, and weapons don't weep" "you're not a weapon. You're a person"

"In sorry that I couldn't save you"

"I didn't ask to be made"

"You're as beautiful as the day i lost you"

"It would have been better to die"

"Why you have blood on your hands ??" "Don't worry. It's not mine blood"

"And he save me. In every way that person can be saved" (yes Titanic us just perfect)

"You're the first person that loves me in any way"

"That's dangerous. You could die" "yea I know"

"He's dead.... Again"

"It's hard to got used to...." "What is?" "Being someone that someone cares for..."

"It's hard" "what?" "Loving someone for the first time ever"

"You are such a nerd"

"Why are you so cold" "my mother is literally a snow queen"

"You need some sleep"

"You know you talking in your sleep??" "I do not" you literally say 'I love you [character name]' last night"

" What did you do this time??"

" I'm not scared but if you are you can hold my hand"

" Here, let me help you"

"I love your laughing" " i laugh like a deep bird" "i still love it"

"I don't hate you" "you literally just punch me in the face" ".... I don't hate you"

"You're so fucking cute" "*dress like witch* thanks ??"

"What are you doing?" "Hugging you" ".... That's nice felling"

" By the way... I'm gonna kiss you now. If you don't want to, just punch me"

" I love you.." "what's love is?" "Well it's something nice" "i never have something nice..... Thank you"

" Stop doing this to me!" "I'm not doing anything?!" "Stop lying!! You're making me all fuzzy inside"

" Can j just keep you?" "It doesn't work that way. But Shure"

" You have fluffy hair"

"In not ready to give up, not yet"

"I don't know how to love"

"Im sorry" "for what?" "For loving you"

"Stop running away from your feelings"

"I'm not used to all that.... Affection"

"You have to leave. I hurt everything that loves me, including myself"

"Leave me alone" "is it really what you want ?"

"Remember when your mom used to sing us to sleep?"

"They take me. They gonna do experiments on me"

"I through o lost you"

"Emotions are pointless"

" Why you don't show your emotions?"

"What if I kill someone ??" "You not gonna kill anyone. I promise"

"Stop distracting me"

"please never stop smiling"

"Burt it -" "NOOO!!"

"This idiot wants to die"

"We're going to get you help"

"If you pass out I'm gonna kill you"

"YOU DID WHAT?!?!?!?!?!"

"You're burning up"

"You are going to be fine"

"When was the last time you eat? Or sleep? Or come out of this room?"

"Don't touch me!"

"They're behind me right ??"

"I can't feel my legs"

"I feel like I can't breathe"

" If you don't go to sleep right now I'm gonna throw those books in the lake"

"In not your friend. I'm you boyfriend you stupid"

"I have idea" "is it involves killing?" "Nevermind"

"I don't do it" "then why are you laughing?" "Because whoever did this is a genius"

"Surprise you little bitch. I knew you wouldn't believe that I'm alive"

"I'm going to die" (in dramatic way and not dramatic way)

"Just let me die already"

" I don't have a choice. I never had"

"Can you even talk? Like at all?"

"Stop poaching everyone away"

"There's nothing you can do"

"Let me help you"

"It wasn't your fault"

" I will sing you a lullaby"

"Shhhh, come back to bed"

" Please don't leave me"

"Letting go was the hardest thing I have ever had to do"

"Please don't hate me" "hate you? I would never hate you"

"You not going to lose me"

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that"

"How much of that did you hear?"

"I'm going to take care of you"

"You smile like an idiot when you are talking to them"

"You're adorable when you are sleepy"

"Are you still awake..."

If you have any ideas just write to me and I will inform you if I write that or not love you byeeee!!!!

[battymommastuff]

It's Fire, it's Freedom (Masterlist)

Batmom x Batman, Batmom x Batfamily

Prompt: While digging through the attic, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd uncover a secret about their adoptive mother. A secret that reveals the true, and dark story of the most loved couple in Gotham City

!!DISCLAIMER!! - This likely won't be comic accurate (Obviously), but I did draw inspiration from the comics. If you are looking for something accurate, then this fanfic isn't for you.

The Fire-Eater

The Greatest Show

The Other Side

A Night with the Knight

The One I was Meant to Find

To be Mine

Eden

[watchtowerindistress]

we are not our demons (20/24) - bruce wayne x batmom

Gif source: janepetras

Author’s note: This chapter had to be split because over 7k is a bit overkill, especially with two big scenes in one chapter - with the Arkham scene before and what happens here.

Now finally the chapter that I've been hyping up to for a long time. It's the one I've been anticipating the most. Shit's gonna get real, guys! We're finally here. This chapter is going to tell you that this book is more about Ellie and Babs while Bruce is more of a supporting player.

Some recurring guest appearances and new characters are happening.

Beta-read by Heidi.

Words: 4.5k

Warning: violence (it's bloody, I'm absolutely serious), anxiety attack, language

Please reblog/leave a comment.

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Dull knives Twisting my spine They're taking their time, time Till I lose my mind

- Dull Knives by Imagines Dragons -

This fog creeping around them in broad daylight was really starting to invoke a spooky feeling deep in her stomach. Ellie exhaled heavily and dropped her framed glasses on the dashboard, knowing that she didn’t want any cracks when she’d inevitably face some clowns. Trying to give Harley some privacy in changing into something more comfortable for their battle ahead, Ellie ventured outside and passed the rear of the vehicle.

“Thanks, doll,” Harley’s dull voice echoed from inside.

Popping the hood of the car, Ellie’s gaze met the inside she had stashed for safekeeping. Feeling the heat slowly getting to her, she disrobed her coat and placed it neatly right next to the coveted rucksack in the trunk. Harley’s two-handed weapon—the mallet—was safely stashed by Ivy after they got out of the institution.

Just to be on the safe side while she was waiting a few blocks around the corner of the asylum, Ellie had placed her possession in the back. She couldn’t be blamed for not trusting Harley or even Ivy enough though.

The back-seat doors closing pulled her out of her temporary doubts when Harley’s sparkly voice tingled into Ellie’s ears, “Anyone ever tell you you’re a peach?”

The blonde woman was now sporting a blindingly yellow overall that covered a neon-pink crop top underneath.

Ellie tilted her head at the woman’s choice of vibrant colors. “Did someone ever tell you that you have the subtlety of a literal mallet?”

A flattered smile drew on the corners of her mouth. “Oh, thank you, dearie.”

The roar of a motorcycle advancing from the other side of the harbor, prompted everyone to lift their head at the first sign of danger. Out of reflex, Harley pulled out the mallet out of the trunk and let the head almost dangle on the ground. As the bike got closer, two people were slowly distinguished, one had a metal rod clasped to their back while the other had some sort of weapon bound to the front of the motorcycle.

Their appearance begged the question if they were friend or foe.

Ellie’s own caution was lifted slightly from the tension in Harley’s shoulders easing.

Finally, the tires skid to a halt a few feet away from them. The driver at the front pulled off her helmet, but the revealed face didn’t ring any bells in her head. The woman with the shoulder-long dark hair somewhat looked familiar to Ellie, but she couldn’t for the life of her tell where she had seen that person before. Up close that weapon attached to the front of the bike appeared to be a nifty crossbow.

The second individual detached her covering and disclosed a furious Dinah Lance.

“Are you fucking insane, Rhodes?”

Ellie’s blushing face hinted at the embarrassment she was feeling at finally being discovered. She actually expected the unintended exposure by one of the boys and not when she was so close to the outcome.

Dinah’s outfit should have instantly told her who she was dealing with. Black leather jacket cuffed at her lower arms which layered over a black-and-gold corset top, a long bo-stick clenched in one hand and those fishnet stockings leading down from her hips. The vigilante looked like a dream come true just standing so close to her. Dinah wore punk ankle boots with a flat surface in a black color, fingerless leather gloves and form-fitting tactical pants that were see-through at the sides.

“Of course you’re the Black Canary,” Ellie muttered under her breath. “How did you find us?”

Dinah advanced towards her in all her mad glory. “How about you start talking that you’re suddenly working with the loony bin and being so hell-bent on revenge that you can’t see logic in front of you.”

“Oh, I thought we were friends, little bird,” Harley admonished with an offended tone.

Ellie frowned deeply at their familiarity and turned back towards Dinah.

“You could get hurt,” her somewhat-friend implored her.

Ellie’s hand waved back to her companions. “That’s why I brought reinforcements in the form of a metahuman and that scrappy mercenary behind me.” A movement from the side mirror assured her that, yes, Harley was waving a hand in introduction.

“See, she joined the dark side,” Ivy spoke with a purring quality.

The botanist’s seductive words made Ellie turn her head and send her a dark glare before she shifted back towards Dinah again. Her hand was hovering in a so-and-so motion. “Not really,” she mouthed.

Dinah crossed her arms over her chest, rising to the challenge. “Believe it or not, Babs is my friend, and I’m gonna give it my everything to keep you safe. Even from them.” She tipped her head towards her partners at her back.

Harley took offense again. “Hey!”

Despite her friend’s hurt attitude, Ivy waved her hand away. “None taken.”

“Not to mention that Babs doesn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Wait, she knows?”

Furrowing her eyebrows in befuddlement again, Ellie received Dinah’s hint when she glanced at something behind her. Gazing over her shoulder and—low and behold—there was a camera atop the embroidered entrance.

“Oracle has been tracking you ever since you visited Arkham this morning. You covered your tracks well, but she got suspicious from that interference in facial recognition. Her eyes are everywhere. We’re coming with you and that’s not up for negotiation.”

Ellie pursed her lips and got the feeling that in the end this would be the best outcome she could hope for. Her eyes swerved to the left and studied the familiar-not familiar? woman next to her. A dark-purple vest shielded her chest, and a variety of weapons such as a gun and a knife were holstered on her right thigh. Her other leg was adorned with bolts, and yep.

Tactical pants.

Maybe Ellie should have thought about fashion choices before coming to her very first extraction mission. She was merely wearing ripped black jeans and a snug vest over her white long-armed shirt.

“And you are?” Ellie gazed into the woman’s emotionless brown eyes when several voices answered for her.

“That’s Helena—”

“Crossbow Killer.”

Ellie’s head turned from one side to another due to the overlapping all-around confusion Harley’s and Dinah’s answer just gave her.

The tall woman rolled her eyes, like this was some sort of recurring vexation she was dealing with.

“That’s not…” she grumbled before her expression turned neutral again. “Huntress. Call me Huntress.”

Ellie waved her hand towards her chest. “Aether.”

“Okay,” came Dinah’s and Helena’s reply after a pause.

“Judging by your vehemence lately,” Ivy purred while leaning with her hip against the open trunk and crossed her arms over the bodysuit made of ivy covering her chest. “you’re not afraid of shying away from a fight.” A curious and assessing expression cast over her face. Ivy’s head was tipped to the side until fiery locks shielded the side of her face. “You think you can keep up with us? Get ready for a fight?”

With everything finally going down, Ellie truly felt the impending fatalism when something was supposed to end. “I can defend myself,” she appraised her own abilities in a humble way.

“Maybe you should stay at the back then,” Helena said with a low timbre. As soon as she saw everyone’s expressions, she backtracked, “As long as there’s always someone covering you, I mean.”

Ellie shrugged her shoulders. “Sounds good to me.”

“You need a weapon?” Harley inquired and clutched her mallet on the back of her neck with her upper arms.

“I have a weapon,” Ellie assured her and walked back to the trunk and loosened the knots of her knapsack.

Harley smirked. “I bet you do. What is your preference? Escrima sticks? Baton?”

“Not really.” At long last, Ellie pulled out the crowbar that displayed she meant business.

She could sense Ivy’s warm breath over her shoulder. “Oh, wow. Someone didn’t come out to play.”

Murmurs of agreement shared that sentiment. When Ellie looked up, she was astonished to meet Harley’s significant stare that was heavy with meaning.

“You’re not intending to make prisoners, huh?”

There was something in her tone of voice that stunned Ellie, and unlike Ivy’s words of appraisal.

“This is for Babs. So, what’s the plan?”

“Ladies, I’ll be your command center for this mission. Listen to my voice and you might survive today,” Oracle’s voice said through the comm link which Dinah had distributed in the form of audio devices.

“Like the vote of confidence, Oracle,” Helena offered when she operated as the lead in the front while almost all of them walked through the winding tunnels of the Funhouse.

Just as discussed, Poison Ivy was chosen to take care of the back and lock the exit with her reinforced vines.

Strange, distorted carnival music echoed from the inside the closer they got to the descending corridor.

“Gotta admit, it’s really strange hearing you as Oracle like this,” Ellie spoke over the connection.

“We’ll talk about this later,” their tech support replied tersely. “Just make sure to watch your head. Joker’s cameras are in a loop, so you should be safe. Move quickly through the Funhouse and follow the path ahead.”

The situation was starting to get to her as Ellie’s heart started to beat vigorously in her chest from the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Harley was quickly advancing until she was treading next to Helena. Inciting Dinah’s reaction as she looked back at Ellie, she asked quietly, “What is Harley doing?”

Ellie didn’t like where this was going. Her eyes constricted with mounting suspicion.

“Do we trust the Sirens?” Dinah questioned and seemed to share her inner thoughts.

“No, we don’t,” Ellie admitted darkly before her eyes widened.

Harley jumped like a ballerina over the stairs. Her figure was no longer visible when she hollered, “Hello, boys!”

“What the hell?” Helena exclaimed before she swiftly followed behind her.

“Damn it, Harley,” Dinah called out next to her and ran into a sprint. Her long staff swinging side-to-side with every rushed step only exhilarated her own thumping heart while she tried to keep up with her.

The colorful walls felt like a strange illusion, caving in from all sides the closer they got to the commotion taking place. Dinah already leaped over the threshold when Ellie found herself dumbstruck by the wild mess she was encountering. Her eyes widened upon seeing Harley smash her hammer through a guy’s leg and cackle gleefully at the man’s torment as he held his knee to his chest.

“Oh, man up, I didn’t hit you that hard.”

Harley’s arm swung over her shoulder in anticipation like a pro baseball player—bent knees and everything. “Tell me if this stings,” she muttered darkly. A thumping sound was heard right before her clown victim fell to the floor, with a shot to the head.

Harley shrugged mindlessly after receiving no reply. “Guess it doesn’t,” she chortled lightly.

Warmth was spreading on the inside of Ellie’s palms. Her fingers clenched around the metal weapon. The blinding lights were slowly caving in on her. She could only gulp and breathe calmly to get rid of the budding migraine and nausea building in her throat.

Please, not now.

Closing her eyes, the brunette woman gripped the metal tighter in her hand to ground herself. She would not let Strange get to her now. Absent-mindedly, she twirled the rigid weapon with her fingers before she leapt into action. A crouching masked figure pulling out a gun from behind them was when Ellie drew the line.

Ellie sprinted forward. Just as he noticed her flourishing attack and pointed his weapon on her, the woman’s sharp side of her hand thrust against his windpipe. Barely reacting to the clown’s wheezing breath, Ellie used his hunkered posture to jump on his shoulders and forced him to fall to his knees as the inside of her legs choked him out. Instantly, she rolled him forward to clamp her upper thighs around his arm.

Breathing heavily now through her nose, Ellie’s mind quieted down and calmly zeroed on one thing.

Am I really doing this?

Hesitation warred on her features before she remembered something. It’s us or them.

The man shrieked in agony as soon as she looked underneath after she heard the bones in his arm snapping.

Dinah’s heavy boots advanced closer. Her stormy gaze was the last thing she saw before she slammed her boot against his face, rendering him unconscious.

Ellie’s legs relaxed at her sides from the budding adrenaline. Ellie didn't give the offered hand much thought when she accepted her support in lifting her up.

“Solid,” Dinah told her with a curt nod in appreciation.

Ellie exhaled. Her stamina wasn’t the best there was. “Ditto,” she replied with just as much conviction.

Something caught her out of the corner of her eye. Ellie turned her head towards Helena and felt her heart speed up at the danger the short-haired vigilante was in.

“Huntress, behind you!” Ellie shouted in warning and watched in rapt fascination. Without a beat, Helena shot behind her with a turned wrist before proceeding like nothing worthy of note just happened.

Oracle’s voice in her ear captured the situation perfectly, “Great work, guys. I forgot how fun it was to work with you, girls.”

“Let’s keep moving, guys,” Dinah commanded with an authoritative tone, shifting her staff to her other gloved hand.

Caught off guard by the decision, Harley halted her repeated actions of bashing a person’s leg. He was already knocked out when Harley turned her head in surprise. Her widened blue eyes completed the picture of a crazed maniac.

“Oh, alright.” The handle of her mallet was braced against her shoulders. “But can’t we just break some people’s faces?”

“Harley, focus,” Dinah reminded her and walked ahead through the passageway. Helena and Ellie followed behind her while Harley nearly pressed her fingers together.

“Just a teensy bit then?”

Dinah gazed back at her and repeated the gesture. “Maybe a teensy tiny bit.”

“Yes,” Harley exclaimed in delight and thrust her elbows to her stomach.

Utter carnage followed in their wake when the women jumped from a gargantuan plastic clown head sitting idly on the ground. Exerted grunts and the Canary cry ahead of her path rang in her ears as their enemies flew against the walls with the concussive force of her meta-ability. Bodies littered the hallway that was covered with flimsy see-through wooden walls when Ellie passed them in her quest to catch up to the girls.

The hint that something was utterly wrong only came far too late when she heard something rustle behind her. Ellie felt the cold steel against her neck before she was yanked into the hard chest of someone.

“Would you look at th—?”

The unfamiliar male voice forced Helena and Dinah to twist their bodies around. Huntress’s bow already pointed towards them. Dinah’s knees were bent in attack and the fingers of her left hand were shaped into claws at her sides while she brandished her weapon in the other.

Not interested at all in that bad guy monologue, Ellie sent her new-found friends a meaningful glance before she motioned with barely a nod. The brunette clutched the hand which held the knife to her throat and threw her head back with enough force to elicit a satisfying crunch.

Thankfully, all that training Nyssa put her through felt like second nature now.

Using that imbalance to her advantage, Ellie shoved the sharp metal into his upper thigh and heard his pained whining noise echo in her eardrums. Not wanting to waste any more time, Ellie thrust the crowbar into his shoulder to push his already wounded face into her kneecap. Using every ounce of fury inside her into hurting him.

With a grunt, she flung him behind her towards the girls with a roll backwards. Without gazing back to ensure they got the job done, Ellie laid on her back and only heard a sonic scream before Helena’s arrow fired through the air to shield her from any other attacks.

She was kneeling on the floor when she turned her upper body around and just in time to watch the clown’s body crumple to the floor. The sensation of razor blades jostling behind her eyelids, made her squeeze her eyes shut to quell this blinding headache. Those blinding lights felt like stings on her temple before a pained wince finally left her lips.

The two vigilantes must have noticed something was utterly wrong with Ellie when she was still kneeling on the floor with her fingertips pinching on her temples.

“You okay, Rhodes?”

Ellie was breathing heavily while she tried to pull herself out of those flashbacks of facing Strange. It felt like she was still in Arkham, losing her ability to breathe again.

“I—I—I don’t—”

“I’ll take care of her,” Helena promised darkly.

Ellie didn’t see how Dinah reacted due to having her eyes tightly squeezed shut and only heard heavy boots stomping towards her—Helena’s, she presumed.

“Are you having an anxiety attack?” She heard her utter carefully.

Ellie breathed through her nose as she tried to calm herself down. “PTSD,” she decided to reveal which was the closest thing to explain her current condition.

She could feel Helena’s warmth in front of her when the tall woman consoled her with a serene voice, “Breathe calmly. Tell me where you are.”

“Funhouse,” Ellie muttered quietly after a few seconds.

“Breathe in through your nose and tell me three things you see, hear and feel with your senses.”

Ellie blinked rapidly and felt her heart still hammering in her chest. Giving it her everything to get back to the present. “Walls—colorful. I hear … Harley’s laughter down the hall and … feel this even texture under my fingertips.”

Her headache was only a dull sensation once her eyes no longer suffered under that brightness. Only tears remained in the corners. Helena’s brown eyes were the first thing she looked into as soon as her heart was thudding at a more neutral pace.

“Better now?”

Ellie shook her head since it didn’t matter at the moment. “We need to move.”

Helena’s eyes were wide in astonishment. “As soon as you paused for air. We may be a lot of things, but we’re not reckless.”

Nodding to herself, Ellie assured her, “I can breathe again, trust me.” Every time she had one of those migraines that would shock her to the core, flashbacks to her time with Strange would resurface. Making it hard for her to breathe.

Helena furrowed her brows at her choice of words. “If you’re sure.” Her eyes were constricted in some remnant of doubt and willingly let Ellie touch her arm to lift her up from her crouching position. Slowly starting to sense the tiredness in her bones, Ellie realized that the following morning was going to be a bitch.

Agitation darkened in Ellie’s eyes while she shook her head at herself. “I’m fine.”

Dinah’s concerned face which was seen through the gaps in the walls was directed at them.

“Guys, what’s taking so long? Am I supposed to kill all the bad guys on my own?” Harley’s childish voice sounded from around the corner.

There was something throbbing on her cheek. Ellie must have gotten hurt in the altercation just now. “Please don’t tell me we’re letting her have all of the fun by herself,” she teasingly offered.

Helena snorted with a smirk—a rare occurrence on that face with a usual blank expression.

Dinah tipped her head towards the badly renovated corridor. “No way. And we’re no killers here, Harley!”

“How boring.”

As soon as they caught up to Harley who was fighting an armada of bad guys surrounding her, Ellie noticed the open mouth of another clown contraption. She was getting the impression that they were getting close.

A manic man with the mask of a jester wildly ran towards the mouth entrance and entered the tongue when he nervously croaked, “No, no, no. Gotta warn Mr. J—”

Harley thought none of that when she threw her hammer head-first at him. Her head tilted to the side while she observed him with deep fascination while his body fell between the teeth of the entrance. Harley’s weapon slid on the even surface until the painted reddish smile on the head gazed back at them with a stop.

A few strays didn’t see themselves defeated yet, especially as a clown silently approached Harley from behind.

Sighing quietly, Ellie rushed forward and glided on her knees effortlessly until she swung her body around and with the twist of her hand, thrust her crowbar into his back. Like a sack of flour, the man fell head forward on the left of Harley.

Surprised by the rude interruption, the blue-eyed woman exclaimed, “Hey!” and put her hands on her hips in mock outrage. Ellie was still on her knees behind Harley when she turned her head in astonishment and gazed back at her.

“You know, you and me, I could imagine us being friends. Do you feel that too?”

Ellie smiled back disarmingly. “You know, maybe ask me later when your face is not covered in blood, huh?”

Harley carelessly shrugged and turned around, like it was no big deal. “It’s part of my charm, doll.”

In the meantime, Helena brought it upon herself to grab Harley’s weapon and threw it right back to her.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

~ Barbara POV ~

Barbara licked her lips. Only the glare of her computer display lit up the lair she had built for herself. She took another sip from her to-go cup to fill her stomach.

Usually, for operations she didn’t mind eating any fast food she could get her hands into, but this time her legs were spasming from this tension in her body that only soft drinks helped.

Who’d have thought that the day came when Barbara Gordon would feel the effects of suspense getting to her?

And she absolutely hated it.

Her hands settled on the armrest of her wheelchair when she leaned back. A bout of apathy blossomed inside her when the grainy black and white footage from the inside of the Funhouse revealed the vigilantes pushing through the maze.

Joker’s last line of defense was located on the ground below when Barbara spoke into the comms, “Almost there. Jump down the pipe and move straight up the stairs.” Her eyes lingered on Joker’s green eyes overseeing his henchmen. “Joker’s waiting for you,” she mumbled tersely.

“Copy, Oracle,” Huntress replied and moved ahead as they fought against their opponents. Canary jumped ahead and twirled her staff through the air. She got three enemies in one go with her successive attacks before her sonic scream finished the job.

Barbara watched everything with something akin to lethargy as Joker shoved an underling in front of him to shield his body and escape.

“I do hope you didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye first,” Ivy teased darkly after she hovered above the stairs from the other side with the help of her vines to ward off his escape. Her voice turned into a different cadence. “Forgive me, Oracle, for not divulging my process as soon as I was done.”

“You’re here now,” Barbara replied, so no harm was done in her eyes.

“Oracle?” Joker inquired with the tilt of his head. “Who the hell is Oracle?”

“She’s our friend,” Harley spoke resolutely and stomped towards him.

His manic eyes settled with slow and startling realization on the tainted weapon Aether was carrying in her hand. His head cocked to the side at that bloodied piece of metal. The question, ‘And who are you?’ emanated from his fascinated eyes. Joker giggled crazily. Either at seeing Harley freed or just the idea of her hurting him. “Harley? What are you do—?”

“And good night!” With one swing fixated on his head, the green-dyed lunatic fell to his knees before he shook his head. Green locks danced in the air.

“Huh, thought that’d do it,” Harley muttered under her breath.

“Let’s finish this,” Dinah replied. Her fingers clenched into fists when she stood knees apart. Her sonic cry came in soft waves towards him. It sounded more like an unbearable peeping sound close to the frequency of a dog whistle. Droplets of blood streamed relentlessly from his nostrils before his ears turned bloody as well.

Joker giggled once his fingers touched the dark liquid. “Is there more where that came from?”

Ellie frowned. Before she could say something, Ivy called forth her vines and tightened around his body, rendering him almost immobile.

“This is for my friend,” Helena muttered.

Harley followed her example by smashing her hammer against his body. But Joker only giggled maniacally. Like there was nothing funnier than taking a beating.

“Wait!” Ellie finally regained her voice after seeing the mayhem they wanted to unleash. His laughter only intensified, making it impossible for the others to hear her. “This isn’t doing anything.”

Maybe there was a point to Bruce’s refusal for this kind of vengeance.

“Disagree,” Harley muttered under heaving breaths. “This is the best part of the catharsis.”

“Joker is psychotic. Pain is different for people like him. You’re hurting yourself more than you’re hurting him.” Ellie’s pleading eyes glanced around until they landed on the corner of the ceiling. “Oracle, please. It doesn’t have to be like this. This won’t end. We can find ways to make him suffer without losing ourselves in the process.” Tears pooled in her eyes at the idea of her friends getting lost in this vicious cycle of revenge. “Please.”

Silence echoed on the other end of the comm link until Barbara’s voice muttered without emotion, “Ivy. Your veins – choke him out until he loses consciousness.”

Ellie breathed out and felt relieved when the green roots tightened around his neck until the Joker’s body fell limp to the floor.

Barbara leaned back while her eyes focused on nothing. She was breathing heavily through her nose since she couldn’t grasp the consequences yet. Or maybe she just felt too tired to truly appreciate it.

A/N: First appearance of Huntress. The characters of Helena and Dinah are merely inspired by trailers and clips I've seen, but I still hope you'll be satisfied by the depiction. I actually re-did the fancast version I previously wrote about Dinah (long platinum hair), just in case the fandom really loves Jurnee's portrayal.

Harley tilting her head was like a nod to Heath Ledger's Joker in The Dark Knight. Just imagine those two together.

Writing from Babs' POV felt necessary and was an interesting change of pace since I didn't know how to write the end scene, hope you're not mad that I showed her in this chapter already.

I hope you're not disappointed that I didn't resolve this with Batman taking care of business. I felt it was more important that this was about Babs, and no one else (well, maybe the Birds of Prey). The ending was slightly changed - in a previous draft Harley merely thwacks his head. I felt like all of them needed that confrontation while Ellie needed that realization of not needing it the most.

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[dragon-chica]

I have a Jason Todd prompt that I am working on writing after 3am, bit frazzled, and I started it as 'x reader' but could so easily rewriting a little (in more waking hours) to make this Batmom and I'm not sure how I'll leave this.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Can we get to know batmom more lol (no pressure)

To anyone who didn't know better, your room looked almost... Spartan. Abby and the Agents who had trained you knew better.

The plain grey army blanket hid lavender jersey sheets. You had a single stuffed teddy bear- given to you by a rescue volunteer hidden beneath your bed. And, on the ceiling, blending in with the paint- there was an entire galaxy of stars... To say nothing of the shoe box of photos and the drawer full of tiny trinkets and ticket stubs whose meanings held significance only to you. Everything else was order. Efficiency. Books and maps. Gun kits and knives one would expect to find in the quarters of a field agent.

The rest of the things most agents would not be allowed to keep on premise. but then. You were not most Agents. This was your home. And had been since you were a child.

Abby supposed that once you had grown up, she could have told you it was time to stop. Or gotten you a storage locker. But- You'd kept most of it out of sight. And it was rare for anyone to set foot in your rooms. New recruits gave you wide berth. (Partly due to your reputation and partly due to your aura.) Everyone else simply respected your privacy- not feeling the need to intrude in your little lair unless they were one of the 'chosen' who could cross your threshold without also ending up in your crosshairs.

Today, she found you sitting at your desk, frowning at a report.

"Y/N?"

"Yes?" you answer, glancing up, not sure if you should be grateful for the distraction or not.

"I have a mission for you, potentially," she said guardedly, gesturing with the manilla folder.

"I just got back-"

"I know," she sighed, "and it's your last mission that spawned this one. The boy you manhandled-" She held up her hand to cut off your protest and smiled a little, "not collateral, I know. I also know you think Batman is a bit of a pompus ass-"

"Understatement."

"Be that as it may. He seems to think dragging his ward into the filed may have been premature and he wants-"

"A meat shield."

"Bodyguard," she corrected, "until the boy can stand on his own. Or at least be trusted to not get himself killed."

You sigh and hold out you hand to accept the folder, "How long do I have to decide?"

"72 hours," Abby said. "We'll be meeting in Paris-"

"Too public."

"Where would you prefer?"

"Anywhere but there. I was just there three months ago with Keller and it was... a dust up to put it mildly. Germany or Some where... else"

"I'd forgotten," Abby mused. "I'll relay that. It wouldn't do if you got engaged AND accused of a war crime in the same week."

"Engaged!"

"Contract," Abby prompted, "It's... involved." And before you could sputter out protests or rebuttals she left. On Wayne's head be it. If he wanted Nemesis, he'd have to deal with Nemesis.