#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)

[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.

*cough*

"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 Bat!Mom

Title: Please Come Home for Christmas

Warning(s): NONE

Character(s): Bruce Wayne, f!x reader/Batmom, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth

Prompts used are in bold and italicized; italicized paragraphs are flashbacks/memories; song used is Please Come Home For Christmas (words are in red/italicized.)

SONG CAN BE PLAYED AT THIS SYMBOL 🎵 and the song should end about the time the last verse has been typed out. Song will be linked at that music note for your convenience. But here’s the link to song

MY WORKS ARE NOT TO BE TRANSLATED OR POSTED ANYWHERE ELSE! ©️

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Christmas was your favorite holiday; the Christmas lights, the ambiance, the decorations, and being surrounded by your family made you feel complete.

The boys were in charge of decorating the seven foot Christmas tree. It was the first year you and Bruce had decided to let them take over putting up the tree and decorating it. While the boys decorated the tree in the living room, you were in the kitchen baking sugar cookies with the assistance of Bruce, while Alfred instructed the boys.

Bruce was going through the box of cookie cutters, “Seriously? You have a Batman cookie cutter?” He asked and you smiled, while pouring the two of you a glass of wine. “Of course. I figured we could do a Batman Christmas themed cookie.” Bruce rolled his eyes, and found the ziploc bag full of the normal Christmas cookie cutters.

As the two of you rolled out the cookie dough and began cutting out the festive shapes, the boys could be heard arguing in the living room. You wiped your hands on your apron, and Bruce followed quietly behind you.

Jason and Dick were trying to pull the Christmas tree out of the box, with Damian instructing them. “You have to shimmy it!” He yelled at his two older brothers. “SHIMMY!…. SHIMMY!….. SHIMMY!!”

“SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!” Jason yelled. Alfred walked over to the credenza and poured himself a glass of bourbon before downing it in one gulp. Tim was in the corner testing the lights, and Damian turned to look over at you and Bruce. “Don’t we have people to do this?” He asked and Bruce shook his head.

“No. Since your mom and I got married, we always decorated the interior of the house. You don’t need hired help for everything, Damian.” He said, and Damian flung back on to the couch.

You walked over to the couch and ruffled Damian’s hair, “These type of things take time. Decorating is supposed to be fun, and not a chore. So c’mon. Get up. Dad and I can help get the tree out of the box.”

You and Bruce helped get the tree out of the box and then fluffed out the branches. “There, now all you boys have to do is decorate it.” You stood up from the floor, and the tone in the room seemed more bright.

Alfred walked over to the record player and put on an old Christmas record, “It wouldn’t be Christmas decorating if we didn’t have on a record.”

The boys agreed with him simultaneously, and then got to work sorting out the different ornaments. Bruce followed you back into the kitchen, and continued to cut out and bake the remainder of the cookie dough. When you had placed the last sheet of cookies into the oven, Bruce pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’ll be right back.”

You sipped from your glass of wine, and Bruce brought a smaller record player into the kitchen. He delicately placed a vinyl down, and music filled the kitchen.

The all too familiar tune of Please Come Home for Christmas filled your ears- the voices of the Eagles (one of your favorite bands) sang the first lyric. You smiled at Bruce, and he walked around the kitchen island.

He took the glass of wine from your hands and sat it down on the marble counter top. “May I have this dance, Mrs. Wayne?” He asked and you pulled his body into yours. “Always.”

He held your hips firmly and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

My baby’s gone, I have no friends

To wish me greetings once again..

His forehead leaned against yours, and the two of you swayed to the music. Unbeknownst to you, Alfred and the boys watched from the pass-through window, but the two of you were too lost in each other to notice. “Why are they dancing to a sad song?” Jason asked and Alfred watched the two of you in awe.

“Let me tell you a story.” Alfred started and the boys turned their attention to Alfred. “Your parents had married on December 15th— this year will be their 15th wedding anniversary. Your mum was 22 years of age and your father 25. They had decided they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.” The boys listened intently,

“Your father, had just become the Batman, and didn’t want to take a break from it. Even if it was taking time from them celebrating this new adventure in life. Your mum had left, because he decided that being Batman was far more important than staying home for a couple of weeks.”

You and Bruce had insisted on Alfred taking the night off so the two of you could celebrate your honeymoon, and decorate the Christmas tree alone. Bora Bora was the plan, but you had wanted to celebrate Christmas at home, and Bruce agreed. You were sitting on the floor next to Bruce as he opened a box of Christmas tree lights. “I don’t care what the box says, these lights are definitely not untangled.” Bruce mumbled, and you smiled.

“There’s glitter in my hair, on my clothes, and somehow, in my coffee. This is chaos.” You replied and Bruce pressed a kiss to your temple. “Well, you look hot covered in glitter.”

The two of you helped each other decorate the tree, and shared kisses in between. Wayne Manor was being filled with Christmas music, laughter, and lots of love.

The Christmas tree was big, bright, and beautiful. It lit up the entire room, and the fire crackling set the perfect ambiance. Bruce laid out blankets and pillows in front of the fireplace, and he convinced you that instead of sleeping in the bed, the two of you could sleep in front of the fireplace.

The two of you had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, wrapped up in nothing but the blankets. When you had woken up, your watch read 11:47 PM, and Bruce was no where to be found.

You had checked the bedroom, bathroom, the study, and even the garage. Then it had dawned on you; he was probably down in the batcave. You slipped on your silk robe, and pressed the keys on the piano, and the bookcase had opened, revealing the long, dark cave entrance.

The cool air nipped at your skin, and sure enough, there was Bruce on the platform in the middle of the water. He was pulling on his armor, and you started to walk across the short bridge; the sound of the waterfall covering the sounds of your feet.

“Bruce, what are you doing?” You asked and he jumped a little.

“Well, I decided to patrol. There’s a lot of criminal activity tonight.” He said as he turned around in the chair to face you.

You stepped in front of him; his hands traced up your bare leg, then pulling you closer to his body. You looked down at him, your fingers running through his hair, “I thought we had agreed that you wouldn’t patrol for two weeks. That we would enjoy our honeymoon, and Christmas together.”

He stood up from the chair and he sat his cowl on the desk. “It will just be tonight, baby.” He said as his fingers combed through your hair.

His eyes were your weakness, and he knew you would break underneath his gaze, “I promise it will just be for tonight.“ he whispered, and you loosened the tie to your robe, revealing your naked frame to him. A smirk worked its way across his face, and he pulled you closer to him, “When I get home, I’ll make it up to you Mrs. Wayne.”

Bruce pressed a kiss to your neck, and you sighed while covering up your body. “Fine. But only for tonight.”

But ‘only for tonight’ turned into a week. He went out every night that week, and you had decided enough was enough. One night, when Bruce had left, you packed a suitcase and booked a trip to London. If you were going to spend your honeymoon alone, you were going to have fun alone- in a different country.

“So your mum left the country and went to London. Your father, of course, did not notice she was gone until the afternoon of the next day.” Alfred stated, and he brought the boys to the living room to finish telling the story.

“Master B called me in a panic, and I came home straightaway. I feared that one of the adversaries had figured out who the Batman was, and took Miss Y/N.” Alfred pulled a piece a paper from the display books on the coffee table. “I found this note on this very coffee table, explaining where she was. Your father back then… He could be quite oblivious to these sort of things.”

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Dearest Bruce,

I love you with all of my heart, but spending these nights alone made me realize that maybe I wasn’t meant to be the wife of the Batman. I married you, Bruce. I find it tough to share you with the people of Gotham. Deep down, I know this city needs you- desperately. But I need you too. I am going to London for the remainder of our honeymoon, and I promise I will come back to Gotham so we can sort all of this out.

With love,

Y/N

~~~~~~~~~

The boys passed the letter around, “Why didn’t she just stay and tell him?” Jason asked and Alfred shrugged his shoulders.

“Your father could hear words, but he never truly listened. They were young, Jason. Communicating is something that is learned throughout the course of marriage. It’s not always easy, and it takes two to learn, grow, and adapt with one another. Luckily, your parents worked through it, and learned.” Alfred stated and no one noticed you and Bruce standing in the doorway.

“Well, what happened next?” Tim asked and Bruce answered.

“When Alfred found the note, I read it. I realized I promised to take time off from Batman and spend time with my wife. And I didn’t keep that promise.” Bruce sat down in the recliner, and you sat down on the arm of the chair.

His hand rested on your lower back, “I didn’t know how to distribute my time- she was my girlfriend when I started Batman. She had her own life, and it wasn’t until after she left I realized that she gave up a part of her life to create one with me. She couldn’t do that alone.”

You turned to look at Bruce, “I went after her, and the entire trip there, all I could think about was the promise I made and didn’t keep. Most people wouldn’t see it as a big deal, but I made a commitment to you. A life long commitment- and if I didn’t keep my promise for those two weeks like you had asked, how would you ever trust my future promises, or the promises I made when we exchanged our vows?” He spoke to you directly now.

Bruce stared up into your eyes, and he pulled you down to his lap, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Going after you, was the best decision I ever made.” He pressed a kiss to your lips, and the boys made gagging sounds.

“Ew! Please stop!”

“Get a room!”

“Wait- what did them dancing to that sad song have anything to do with their marital problem?” Damian asked, and you turned to look at them.

You looked at Bruce for confirmation to finish the story. Bruce nodded and his cheeks turned red, “Well, I left the 22nd, and he didn’t find out where I was until the afternoon of the 23rd. Then it took him until the 24th to find pilots to fly the Wayne jet, and that night he arrived in London.” You smiled at Bruce. “So on the night of Christmas Eve, I decided to have dinner in the hotel’s restaurant. I wore my best dress, and strange enough, there was no one else in the dining hall. The lights were dimmed, and the waiter took me to a table in the middle of the room.”

Alfred took a seat on the couch, and smiled. “There was a candle, and two wine glasses and a bottle of my favorite red wine. I turned to the waiter and explained that it was just me, but he pushed my chair in and walked away.”

Bruce hid his face in your hair, “The stage lights turned on, and there was a group of men on the stage, and the opening notes to Please Come Home for Christmas started to play. 🎵

When my eyes had adjusted to these lights, lo and behold, the Eagles, were standing in front of me.”

“Bells will be ringin' the sad, sad news

Oh, what a Christmas to have the blues

My baby's gone, I have no friends

To wish me greetings once again”

You sat there in shock, and then through the corner of your eye, Bruce was standing at the edge of the stage. Slowly, you stood up and Bruce walked over to you; he was wearing his best suit and tie. All you could do was stare at him and then back at the stage, “You did this?” You asked and Bruce nodded.

“May I have this dance?” He asked and you gave him your hand.

Bruce pulled you into his body, his right hand held your waist, and his left hand met your right hand. You stared up into his eyes, and he leaned his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, as he spun you out away from him, and then he pulled you back into his strong embrace. “I didn’t keep my promise. I feel terrible about it. But I feel even worse that it took you leaving for me to notice the broken promise.”

“Sure as the stars shine above

But this is Christmas, yes, Christmas, my dear

It’s the time of year to be with the one you love.”

“Will you forgive me, Y/N? There is no one else I would rather solve problems with, or experience life with. I only want you. Please come home for Christmas.” He whispered in your ear, and you pulled away from him.

All you could say was “Yes.” And Bruce’s hand held the back of your head as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“There'll be no more sorrow, no grief and pain

And I'll be happy, happy once again.”

When he pulled away you pulled him back and pressed a long, needed kiss to his lips. “Thank you for coming after me.” You said against his lips, and then you smiled. “I guess there was a less dramatic way to discuss this. I’m sorry.”

Bruce shook his head, “Thank you for leaving. Otherwise, I don’t think I would have realized the error I made. I tend to hear, but not actually listen.” He said as he kissed your forehead.

“Ooh, there'll be no more sorrow, no grief and pain

And I'll be happy, Christmas once again.”

The final piano notes of the song played and you turned to Bruce, “How did you manage to get the Eagles to sing in a hotel restaurant? And why is there no one else here?” You asked and Bruce smiled as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I bought the restaurant. And as for them, I bought out an entire concert to get them here, plus some since it was Christmas.”

Bruce pulled you into a hug, and he waved for the band to play the song again.

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“He paid a for an entire concert? To play one song?” Dick asked and you smiled.

“No, they played their whole set list, and we had dinner with them. But it was after all of that, that meant the most to me.” You said as you looked at Bruce.”

“Ew, mom, we don’t want to hear this.” Jason said as he buried his face into a throw pillow. “Not that, Jason.” You stood up and picked up a small Big Ben ornament. Bruce stood up and followed you to tree, and his hand wrapped around yours, and he helped place the ornament on a branch in the middle.

“The clock is set to the time that your father and I kissed at our wedding, after saying I do.” You said and Bruce pulled you into a hug.

The boys surrounded the two of you, and even Alfred joined in on the hug. “So that’s why we take off from December 15th until the 29th.” Tim said and you smiled.

“Unless Gotham is in dire need of its Dark Knight. I too, have learned sometimes the city needs him more than I need him. But he somehow manages to be there for both.” You say, and Bruce pulls you into another breath taking kiss.

“Shall we go ahead and take our annual Christmas photo?” Alfred asks and you smile.

All of you gathered around the tree, and Alfred set the camera’s timer. He raced over and straightened out his suit and tie, “Everyone say SHIMMY!” Alfred shouted and everyone burst into laughter.

“SHIMMY!” Everyone exclaimed and the camera flash went off. In the photo, Damian’s mouth was agape, and he looked over at Jason who was laughing.

Then the fire alarm started blaring in the kitchen, “THE COOKIES!” You and Bruce screamed, and the two of you raced into the kitchen.

Bruce opened the smoke filled oven, and pulled out the cookie sheet with a dish towel. He dropped the pan into the sink, and after the smoke had cleared, everyone had a clear view of the cookies.

They were completely burned. All everyone could do was laugh, “They’re cookies are as hard as hockey pucks!” Jason said as he banged them in the counter. “I wonder if a bullet would go through them?” He asked out loud.

Bruce pulled you into his body and pressed a kiss to your lips. After what Jason had said processed, you looked at him, “Don’t you even think about it! No guns in the kitchen, and not shooting at the cookies!”

That night after cleaning the kitchen, the seven of you sat in the living room enjoying sugar cookies in front of the fireplace, and enjoying the view of the tree, all while playing some Wayne Family Christmas Games.

The End!

Authors Note:

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this! Comments, likes, and reblog are always appreciated. Please let me know what you thought!

xoxo

[enretrogue]

𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

PEAKY BLINDERS

ALFIE SOLOMONS

Destiny — @butterfly-lies-chase-them-away

A Brother For Cyril ⎢ Part Two — @muneca-lemon-steppa

You Love Is Enough — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Evenings At Home — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Good Girl — @ukrainianmotherfucker

Interviews For New Beginnings ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 ⎢ Part 4 ⎢ Part 5 ⎢ Part 6 — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Kisses For Bad Days — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Change Of Plans — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Married Life w/ Alfie Solomons HCs — @muneca-lemon-steppa

All Kinds of Trouble — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Overstimulation + Praise Kink — @fandom-puff

Rum and Soap — @dearshleby

Always — @muneca-lemon-steppa

MICHAEL GRAY

Show You How Much I Love You — @roguerogerss

I Can Imagine — @xoxoavenger

THOMAS SHELBY

At the End of the Day — @lis-likes-fics

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

[yandereforme]

Side note; I’m probably going to finish my Batmom series in a week or so.

[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.

[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!!!!

[writerofjourneys]

𝗗𝗖 | 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Main Masterlist || Wattpad | AO3 | Quotev

Rᴇɢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ Rᴇᴏ̨ᴜᴇsᴛs [ ʀᴜʟᴇs [ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴏᴘᴇɴ ] ]

A/N: This is more family focused compared to Bruce Wayne/Batman Masterlist, which is more centered on the romantic relationship. This masterlist includes both Batmom Reader & Batsibling Reader but not together in a story, & Reader in a romantic relationship with a Batfamily member but platonic with everyone else.

DC m.lists: 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞/𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 | 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝/𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝗨𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱: ?/?/?

𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤:

To Be Released.

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤:

To Be Released.

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚-𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤:

To Be Determined.

𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤:

To Be Determined.

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤:

To Be Determined.

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤(𝕒𝕟𝕪):

To Be Released.

[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

[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

[uncpanda]

Ooooooo I don’t know who to pick for the dribbles. So is it possible to have number 10 and you can pick whoever you like. I will love it regardless of who you choose anyway. 😁

Cool! Author’s choice!!! I went with Bruce Wayne. Cause, he needs a little love! 

Prompt 10: A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Drabbles are now closed! Just finishing what’s in my inbox :) 

Your house . . . mansion is filled to the brim. You suppose it’s what happens when the world is being invaded, and your husband’s superhero team can’t access their very expensive headquarters. In a way, it’s amusing. Watching superheros twiddle their thumbs while coming up with a plan to save human kind. And in another, it’s annoying; because your sweet husband has been replaced with a grump, and your sweet kids are trying to act cool in front of their friends. 

And apparently that means no hugs, no kisses, not even a freaking handshake. So, you busy yourself with work. You stay in front of your computer moving mountains for Wayne Enterprises, and you’re going to be really pissed if the world ends, and it’s all for nothing. 

By the time morning comes, you’re exhausted and your sleep pattern is messed up, but what needed to be done is finished. You trudge downstairs for coffee, half asleep, and still dressed in the previous days’ clothes. You don’t notice the little smile that finds a home on your husband’s face, but the league does. 

He catches you as you walk back by, a full travel mug (because lids are a must in this house) of coffee in hand. You’re a bit disoriented, but you smile at him. And he swoops down, brushes his lips against yours, smiles, and says, “Good morning.” 

You blink, and then squint at the sunlight coming through, “Hmm. It is morning.” 

He brushes a strand of hair back from your face, “Time for bed sweetheart.” 

You mumble something, and head back towards the stairs. 

When he turns around the entire league is staring at him in shock. 

[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.