#batmom x Richard Grayson

[ellana-ravenwood]

“Batman, you need to-IS THAT A BABY ?!” - Batfam x Fem!reader

Synopsis : Bruce and Batmom bring their newborn daughter to the Watchtower, so she can meet their friends (or vice versa). Includes an overprotective Damian, League members who cannot believe the Batman is smiling, and other shenanigans.  

Oop, I’m back (?). My dudes. It’s been TWO YEARS since I last posted here. Two. Years. I posted like, two life update...don’t know if some of y’all saw it, but long story short : I got married, I have a son now, and everything is going so well in my life that I didn’t really need the validation I got from writing online...Buuuuuuuuuuuuut, I still love writing. And so, after quite a long break, here I am :). Hope you will enjoy this, don’t hesitate to let me know if you do : 

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“You’re evil, you know that right ?” You say, raising an eyebrow.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, my love.” He answers, a small smile on his lips. You turn to him and...Oh that smug look, that smug look you loved so much. He definitely DEFINITELY knew what he was doing. 

And that it was utterly...evil. 

“It’s going to be FUN !” 

Ah, and here’s his little devil. Damian himself. He loved this. Partly because he thought it was funny to mess with everyone, partly because he liked showing that you guys were a family. 

“They won’t believe their eyes !” His little voice kept going, followed by a big roar of laughter that sounded, by all means, more childlike than devilish. 

“That they won’t, they always seem so surprised when Bruce acts like a human.” 

Jason. Still not calling Bruce “dad” (except sometimes, by “accident”, and even him don’t realize he did), he’d only slowly been back at the manor, with all of you. And, for sure, a certain important event which happened about four months ago made it so he came back to live at home.

Dick chuckled and added : “Who would blame them ? We’re talking about a man who eats his burgers with a knife and fork !” He gestured to his father with his left thumb, his other hand shielding part of his mouth as if he was telling them all a secret, as if he was trying to be discreet, so his dad wouldn’t hear...Always quite the little clown, that eldest son of yours. With his exaggerated mannerism, and that sparkle in his eyes, in his smile. 

“I’m certain some of them thought he was genuinely a cyborg for YEARS” Tim added, quite seriously, his tone the opposite of his older brother (and that was just his way of joking...you think). And honestly ? Yeah, you were pretty sure some of your friends at the JLA thought your husband was a robot, at one point. 

Oh yes. That’s where you were going, to the JLA’s headquarters. To execute Bruce’s plan. Quite the evil plan indeed. 

“Hell, even I thought he was one before I met you guys !” Duke chimed in, and that made Cassandra smile widely, as she shook her head up and down pointing at Duke as if to say : “what he just said”. 

And in a very Bruce manner, your husband kept a straight face, ignoring his children’s teasing. Only you, saw that twinkle in his eyes, that smile that might not reach his mouth, but was definitely dancing in those bright blue eyes. 

Oh yes. Yes, your friends were in for quite the surprise. 

************

Meanwhile, in the Justice League headquarters : 

“Oh, hey ! Look, Batman’s zeta tube is turning on ! We haven’t seen him in a while right ?”  

Indeed they haven’t. Because, well, let’s put it this way : Batman’s wife just had a baby. 

A baby girl (finally, right ? You and Cass weren’t TOO outnumbered anymore). 

And Batman had been VERY busy doting over his baby girl. 

Batman had been busy being Bruce Wayne. 

Just a man, who thought he’d never be happy again, not knowing how to handle all those feelings he had for his wife (for you), for his children. 

That was happiness then, right ? 

So, yes. Batman hasn’t been much at the JLA’s headquarters lately. But your husband thought, it was finally time to go see his friends a little bit. He knew they were all up there, because it was their monthly reunion (once each month, they gathered to talk about the state of the world, the universe, what threat lingered, what lurked beyond...and to get very drunk, and see their friends, the only ones who knew what it meant to be a “hero”). 

And that what’s made him particularly evil. 

He knew, they would all be there. He knew what their reaction was going to be. After all, his memory was amazing, he definitely hadn’t forgot the way they reacted the first time they saw you, the first time they learned he had children (childrEN, plural !). 

And he knew they were a little worried about him. 

He had missed their last three reunions, and only answered : “Everything is ok” to their messages asking if he was alright (they hadn’t dared to go see if he was indeed ok, because last time they did that, they found him bed ridden with all the bones in his body broken, and he got so mad at them for butting in his business he worked twice as hard when he was fine again, and didn’t talk a WORD for months...that was, of course, years ago, before you were in his life, but the experience was still in their minds and so, they decided to respect his privacy, he would come to them when ready). And he never pushed his “red button”, him, or anyone in the family. 

They just assumed he was busy, they hoped it wasn’t anything bad. 

Yes. They were worried. For him. For you. For your kids. For Alfred. For your dogs, your cats, your cow...They. Were. Worried. 

And Bruce knew. 

You told him, when your pregnancy was confirmed, to tell his friends. That they would be happy. But after his own initial happy thought, his surge of hope and love at knowing he was going to be a dad again, he started to make his plan. 

Why tell them, when you could toy with them ? 

“They deserve it.” He told you, and you weren’t sure if they did, but you weren’t about to fight him on that. After all, you too, thought it could be amusing. Amusing to hide your pregnancy, making up excuses as to why they couldn't come see you, and you didn’t come up the headquarter. Amusing, to even hide it quite expertly from any form of news (Bruce was a MASTER of disguise, not only for himself), so it would be a real surprise. 

Amusing, to have your little girl in secret, with only your family. Amusing, but also what you wanted. For this good news to be just between you, your children, and Alfred. Your close family. Because you had too few things that just were yours. 

This had to be yours. Your thing, your secret, your own happiness. Yours, and only yours. And you found it was good, that you guys spend the first few months of your daughter’s life only between yourselves. 

It was nice, to go out “disguised” as a normal couple, and show your daughter Gotham (and how her little eyes already tried to take the entire world within them). 

It was nice, to live in total privacy for a little bit. 

So, yes, you had been a little selfish. And he had, too. You knew it wasn’t just to prank his friends, he kept it all a secret. That it was also to have some quality time with his family. To spend the first few months of his daughter’s life being the only one being utterly smitten with her. 

Though, this last thing wasn't true...You were, too. And your children ? Let’s just say your daughter had not been alone ONCE since she was born. And she seemed to love it. 

Whenever she made the slightest sound, smiled, laughed (or cried), they were there, Bruce was there, absolutely loving that little baby. 

She was almost 4 months old now, and Bruce thought that the gist had to be up. What scale did he use to measure this amount of “readiness” ? You had no idea. You thought he was just now ready to share his happiness with his friends, and not just his close family. 

And so here you were, after months of secrecy carefully crafted and orchestrated by your husband, in the JLA’s headquarters, along with your family, the little new addition to said family in your husband’s arms. 

Evil. Your husband was downright evil. 

He knew that what was about to happen would have a massive impact on his friends. He. KNEW. 

And as the zeta tube brought all your family up there, you knew that as he saw their faces, your husband was a little TOO happy with himself for his little “prank”. 

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“Batman, are you al- IS THAT A BABY ?” Very typical, very in character : the first to react was Flash himself. 

None of the other noticed, and they seemed inclined to think Barry had lost his mind but then...

Bruce’s face didn’t move an inch, he just held that little “package”, and had his same stoic expression except...Except there was a little hand grabbing at his chin. 

Then another hand appeared out of that bundle Batman carried, with a bat plushie bunched in a tight fist, shaking it and...Cooing. 

Cute little sounds, and the way- EXCUUUuuUuuuUSE ME ?

The way Batman just softly looked at her, the way his cold expression was replaced by a tender one as he lowered his eyes to her ??

WHAT ?! 

They knew. They knew he had THE softest spot for his family. They knew his scary aura greatly dimmed when he was around his wife and children. They knew that when they weren’t there, he was only made of shadows. They were his light, his salvation. 

They knew he didn’t have the same face expression, when they were around.

Well, when they were looking at him...Barry swore that Batman loomed around his family, standing menacingly behind them, his eyes cold and calculating as if he was ready to fight any seconds to save his loved ones, and then whenever they turned to him his feature would instantly soften. He will ALWAYS remember the first time he met little Dickie, 9 years old and so full of joy and life, and how whenever he would look at Batman and talk to him, said Batman got a softer expression somewhat, but then when Dick turned around, Batman looked about to murder them whenever they came too close from him. 

Once, Tim, also 9 at the time, years after the JLA met Dick, told Barry matter of factly : “He doesn’t kill people. He could break your knee caps though” in a very Tim fashion. The kid was serious. And had noticed the aura surrounding his dad, how it changed when he was around (he noticed more than his siblings, because for a while, Bruce had been really cold and distant with him, since he met him not long after Jason’s death..understandable. So he was the only one who had this sort of behavior aimed at him, the shield Bruce put in front of him to keep everyone away so he wouldn’t be hurt, the shield that now was lowered for them and only them). 

It was his eyes. His eyes that were always hard and cold, became different when looking at you or his children. 

Not to say that his family never exasperated him, or that he never had his “mask” around them. After all, Bruce’s stoic expression was his face by default. It’s just that he was often too focused. And that he spend years practicing hiding his emotions, practicing keeping a blank face. Because Barry also remembered seeing Dick perched on his father’s shoulders, letting himself dangle in his back, his head upside down, whistling and kicking his feet, and Bruce having this stoic mask on, concentrated. 

Anyway, they knew all that. It had been years, since Bruce finally trusted them enough to bring his wife here, and his kids. But yet, yet they were still surprised sometimes.

Like today. 

The picture of Batman holding a baby was...a little weird. 

Even if he opened up to them over the years, he was still mostly very cold, distant and aloof. You know, Batman. That’s just who he was. So sometimes, to see him so devoted to his wife or kids, it was odd to say the least. 

And right now, as he walked towards them with a baby in his arms, the shock was real. Damn it, will there be a day when the Bat didn’t surprise them with something ? 

How did none of them notice you were pregnant ? Proof again Batman was a master of his craft. And that little girl...

Oh your daughter was such a beaming ray of sunshine, that in his arms it was particularly a jarring image. 

The big scary bat, tall, broad shouldered, muscular in every way, his face void of expressions, holding a tiny baby who kept smiling at everyone around, and playing with her plushy. 

Odd. 

Yet, sweet. 

Were they surprised ? Yes. 

Were they a little mad he hid something (AGAIN) this important from them ? Definitely. 

Were they shocked that his daughter was so darn cute and smiling and laughing that much ? Not really, because you were his mom too. 

Were they happy for him ? For sure. 

Were they going to adore that little girl ? Probably as much as they adored his other kids already, which meant...yes. Yes they were going to. 

Damn that bastard Bruce. Always so sneaky. 

Hal, couldn’t help but think : “First, he’s not a vampire, then, he’s married with children, and now, he has that cute baby. This guy ??!!” 

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The initial shocked passed, and only after your children MOCKED all of your friends (you had to give it to Dick, he knew how to imitate them so well..and when Damian joined in ? Oh, oh it was a fit of laughter impossible to fight that attacked them), did they approach your daughter. 

“Her name is Martha.” Bruce said “We named her after my mother.” and it wasn’t his usual flat tone he used as Batman. No, it was a soft voice he usually only reserved for his kids. And the reason he was using it now ? Well. He didn’t want to scare his daughter, as he still held her. 

She beamed at him when she heard her name, and babbled some baby nonsense. She then turned towards all those new faces, and you saw Bruce’s hand hold her a little tighter. 

Your beautiful, sweet soul husband. He clearly was worried she’d be scared, meeting all those new people. Especially since they all wore mask. But Martha-

Martha let go of her bat plushy (which Damian caught before it touched the floor, rolling on the ground in a way you thought was quite comedic. Oh, that boy), and lifted her arms up towards- 

“What a sweet little girl !” Diana said with a voice you NEVER heard her use. You realized it was her “voice reserved for babies and domestic animals”, and it made you smile. It was higher than her usual voice, and full of softness. 

You thought your daughter reached for her because she could feel the warmness in your friend. And after all, amongst all of those gathered here today, she was probably the one that adored babies the most. 

Diana looked at Bruce, who only inclined his head a little to give her the ok to lift her from his arms but-

Another arm stopped her, and took the baby away. 

Damian. 

Damian, the one who took his role as a big brother a little too seriously. 

He held Martha protectively against him, and literally sneered at all your friends. 

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Damian deemed most of them unworthy to hold his baby sister, and only Clark ended up being allowed to carry her. And that was partly because Clark was the only one who knew about Martha, the only one who saw her already, and he had months to convince your son to trust him with her. 

Being an extremely close friend and all, you just couldn’t hide this from him and... no, really, you literally couldn’t hide this from him as he was the immediately noticed that second heartbeat when he listened in to make sure you and your family were safe. Bruce hated when he did that, but Clark wasn’t about to let them be in danger without moving an inch.

Anyway, Clark was allowed to hold her, but he gave her back to you rather quickly because your son’s stare made him uncomfortable. If eyes could kill, right ? 

Damian took his job as an older brother very seriously. He would protect her at all cost. And you had no doubt that he would be the kind of person to burn the entire world down if it meant saving his family. 

Damian only glared at everyone, letting them approach ONLY after they put on a surgical mask so they wouldn’t give her their “viruses or whatever”. 

You had to admit he was a bit much, and you asked him nicely to calm down a little. He relented on the face masks, but made them all wash their hands (twice). 

You ruffled his hair affectionately, what a sweet little boy. It broke your heart, how so many people judged him too fast. He really was, a nice kid. With a heart of gold. He just didn’t have much luck for the first few years of his life. 

But he chose to be like this. Chose to love, instead of hate. Chose to protect, instead of attacking. 

Although, right now, as Diana came back towards his sister, he definitely seems ready to high kick her (which definitely wouldn’t have hurt the amazon). 

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It was a hassle, to convince Damian to let go of his sister so they could hold her. As per usual, it’s Dick who managed to convince him, saying Martha was all soft and cute, and everyone deserved to hold her at least once. Adding that if one of them dropped her, he would be allowed to do whatever he wanted to them. 

Some of the mightiest heroes of the planet were gathered hear, but the threat didn’t fall on deaf ears. Damian could be a little intense, and scary sometimes. 

They weren’t fooled by Dick’s agreeable smile either. A smile that didn’t always reach his eyes. They knew if they messed up, he would find every way to rip them to shreds. Dick was often seen as the calmest of your children, but his anger issues from when he was a child were never far. And he could be ruthless.  

Diana held her first, and your daughter babbled to her excitedly. 

Of course, being only 4 months old, she just talked gibberish. And it was so sweet, how Diana answered her : “What ? *babbles from your daughter* Noooooo. *more babbles from your daughter* I can’t believe he said that. And then what ? *babbles babbles babbles*”. 

After that, Dick took her back, and asked if someone else wanted to hold her, under yours and Bruce’s watchful eyes. 

Then again, in the room, many were also already parents and knew how to hold a baby. They weren’t too worried, except-

Except Dick, that little sh-, had found a new game in recent weeks. Whenever he gave his little sister to someone else...he pretended to drop her. 

And it made him laugh and laugh and laugh, to give mini-heart attacks to EVERYONE whenever he gave them his baby sister to them, as they always all panicked and screamed seeing her dropped (Dick always had her secure, he only pretended to drop her of course). 

“Oh no careful !” He’d scream, dropping his arms suddenly (she looooved it) while still gripping her, and they’d scramble to catch her, and he would just laugh. 

“You little-” Hal’s colorful words were...imaginative. And Damian was inclined to agree, since his brother pranked him oh, I don’t know, only about A HUNDRED TIMES since their little sister was born. 

You wouldn’t admit it, but it made you laugh a little too. Even if he got you a few times as well, pretending he was going to drop her. Then again, you trusted your eldest son. Once you and Bruce wouldn’t be around anymore, you knew he would hold this family together. 

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Martha was a calm baby. She let people hold her, curious enough to not fuss and watch them all intently. It made Barry uncomfortable, how she held his gaze and would just stare at him. 

She would stare, and stare, and stare, and her bright blue eyes were EXACTLY like Bruce’s, it felt like being stared down by a miniature version of Batman. 

He didn’t like it. So he gave her back to whomever was closest, which happened to be Jason

Jason, who was always very delicate with his little sister. He handled her as if he’d break her. It broke your heart, to know he probably literally thought that. 

He refused to hold her at first, sure he would hurt her. But she kept reaching for him, crying when he wouldn’t take her, and she was so adorable and-

He caved, of course. After a little while. And he was oh, the fixture of a patient older brother. You knew he would ALWAYS be part of her life, and step in whenever she needed to. 

Right now, she was grabbing his hair, which were getting quite long, and pulling hard on them as babies do and- He didn’t say anything. He just let her do it. 

You really hoped she wasn’t going to take advantage of this when she’d get older, even if you already had visions of her having her brothers and father wrapped around her little finger, having her sister too, and...apparently, the entirety of the JLA. 

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“How can such an a-hole make such a cute baby ?” Hal said, looking at the little girl he held. She was sort of dozing off, which for sure was adorable. 

Bruce only glared at him, which amused Hal greatly. He just gave him the shock of his life, he could laugh at his expense a little, right ? 

“I believe, to make a baby, you need to-”

“Um, no, Jon, please, I know how to ! It’s just-Oh, forget it.” 

Flustered, Hal Jordan was flustered. Jon J’onzz didn’t seem to get why, but then again, human sarcasms and irony were still very foreign to him. He always answered pragmatically to people. 

Talking about pragmatism. Hal handed back your daughter to Tim, who slipped her in his favorite new contraption : the baby carrier 3.0 (of his own design). Made so he could do all sort of work while having her strapped to him. Keeping an eye on her at all time. 

Tim adopted the use of a baby carrier, so he could still work while taking care of her (he stole the idea from his dad, who definitely hung around with his daughter EVERYWHERE with that thing...which was the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen, this tall broad man and this tiny baby attached to his chest). 

It was so cute to see her little feet dangling while he was working. Damian nearly lost it when he found Tim WELDING two pieces of metal together with the baby carrier on his front. Tim merely said : “I made her baby sized goggles and a fireproof pyjama, she’s fine, and she likes it” and indeed, your daughter didn’t have a scratch, and cried when Damian hauled her away from the sparks. Ooooh the smug look on Tim’s face as his brother gave her back reluctantly. Damian’s was utterly vexed. 

Vexation he forgot just a few minutes later, when Martha decided she had enough of sparkles and made little sounds of protest (not quite cries), and reached her little arms to him. 

As of now, Tim had her in this baby carrier again, and was strolling around the JLA headquarters, showing his new little sister to everyone. 

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Cassandra didn’t say a word, as per usual. She never liked big crowds, only spoke to those she trusted the most. Her brothers, her parents. 

She only gestured to others. Remained quiet. But she monitored every little movements. 

Hawkgirl approached her sister ? Noted. Carefully studying every move. Martian Manhunter asked if he could hold her ? Noted. 

Superman made little babbling sound at her, while her dad held her ? Noted, with amusement. It was funny, to see one of Earth’s mightiest hero grimacing to a baby to make it laugh, while said baby was held by another mighty hero who was utterly stoned face. Cass’ smiled at her dad, who smiled back for a fraction of seconds before Clark shifted his head up to look at him too, and Bruce went back to his : “ -_-” face, by reflex really. 

Cassandra never spoke much, but she loved a lot. And her way of loving her little sister ? It was to always keep a watchful eye on her, so she could react to whatever she needed. And give her space when she needed to. 

She had many brothers, she often joked that if she lost one, she could just replace him (a joke you didn’t like much, because you knew it was just a self-defense from her, to shield her heartbreak at the mere idea of loosing a sibling), but only had one sister...

Yes. Your youngest child definitely held a special place in everyone’s heart. 

And you could see her slowly creep in every members’ of the Justice League’s heart too. 

Gods, you couldn’t even imagine what would happen to the person who would one day try to hurt her. You could bet, though, he wouldn’t get out of it unscathed (to say the least). 

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Martha was particularly fond of Duke’s inuit kiss. He had the capacity to instantly calm her, and he could easily feel her inner emotions. 

As she was passed around everyone, and she started to be tired and cranky, he simply retrieved her and brought her to Bruce, because he knew that was her preferred spot to fall asleep. 

He kissed her on the forehead, and sure enough, she was asleep before he could pull away. Your husband put a warm hand on Duke’s head, a warm smile on his face. That boy could always tell what others felt. It was a gift, really, and sometimes a curse as others’ feelings could leak into him. Which is to say that sometimes, when others were sad, he would be too...

But for now, he felt content. At peace. Because his dad was, too. 

And indeed, Bruce, holding his sleeping daughter against his heart, his hand supporting her head gently, was utterly at peace. 

He loved the idea that his arms were his daughter’s favorite place to sleep, and never refused to hold her to help her sleep. You sure were a little jealous, but he told you : “They all always come to you when they need comfort, one kid out of six, you surely can give me, right ?” and though you knew he was joking, it broke your heart a little. 

So, you let go of your jealousy, and let him have this indeed. Martha was definitely a daddy’s girl. And that was good. You could see the impact on your husband, how having a baby in the house soothed him. 

He loved his kids so damn much. He often said they were his lights. And the fact Martha found comfort with him ? 

It reminded him of his own parents. How he would go to his mom, a Martha too, to find the same comfort. To fall asleep in the same way. 

You let go of that small jealousy, as you saw her falling soundly asleep, cuddled up against her dad. And it was funny, how Bruce would take his usual Batman persona, stone faced, standing straight and- 

Having one of two fingers held tightly by both of his daughter’s little hands. She grabbed them as he took her, one hand holding her (she was so tiny...and he was a big dude), the other, she used as a sort of comfort plushy. She held them with all her might, as she slept. 

And Bruce was speaking battle plans, and you had to fight the laughter in you as all your friends couldn’t help but stare at the scene, not knowing how to feel. 

Hal snickered at one point, and he made a gesture for him to zip it, and it was quite an odd scene, as he held his daughter and did that childish gesture. 

Seriously. That guy !! 

************

Batman smiling was...different. 

They all got caught staring at him, when he had his daughter in his arms. Staring because his broad smile was-

Well. Broad. 

It wasn’t his signature smirk. It wasn’t a soft smile. It wasn’t a half-smile. It wasn’t a smile that you could only see in his eyes. 

It was a full on big ass smile (as Barry would say). 

And sure, they already saw him smile like that (although he schooled his face back to “stone mode” when he noticed them looking), never that much. 

As if the birth of his daughter gave Batman another new light, and it was just impossible to yield to his old demon, to brood, when holding that ray of sunshine. 

It made them all feel...soft. And warm. 

It was nice, to know the bat wasn’t just a machine. They forgot it sometimes, that he was, in the end, “just” a man. They forgot why he became Batman. The pain and guilt he held inside. But moments like this, they were reminded of it. 

That the Batman didn’t exist because of hatred, but because of love. 

Because he loved his parents, his city, and now- 

His family. 

It was nice, to get reminded that there was a man below the mask. And though he could be an “a-hole” sometimes, there, holding his baby, he was just that. 

A loving man, who wanted to protect others. 

************

You made a note of every moments you would cherish forever of you introducing your daughters to them all : 

1. The shock on their faces as they beheld the sight of THE BATMAN holding a baby against him, and being so delicate. 

2. Your daughter being the star of the show, all of them smitten with her !

3. Your friends wanting to hold her, and how they beamed at her (and she beamed back, except with Barry, whom she only stared at for some reasons). 

4. Dick’s “game” of pretending he dropped her, and their panicked reaction. 

5. The success of Tim’s baby carrier, and how now, there was always one up in the tower. 

6. Diana and how it definitely seemed like she would move mountain for that child. 

7. How Clark’s eyes filled with tears again, as he looked at Martha. Because it made his friends so happy. You and Bruce. And especially Bruce. And Clark was an emotional man, who suffered too, and was just so happy “The Batman” was happy. 

8. How Jason seemed at peace with his little sister, and how whenever he held her, he seemed less weary than usual around everyone. Like Cass, he didn’t like much being amongst too many people. But now, it felt like he had an “emotional support baby”. Ah. 

9. Their reactions, past the shock, welcoming that new life in the world. 

10. How Bruce monitored his daughter being held by his friends, holding your hand. Even after all those years, when he acted close to you in his Batman costume, it made you...feel things. He always kept a facade as Batman. A facade that would crumble with his kids, and especially with you. PDA weren’t rare. And even after years at his side, it always made your heart beat wildly when he showed affection towards you in public, because it meant- 

Oh it meant so much. 

And you had so many more moments forever ingrained in your heart from that day spend up at the JLA’s headquarters. 

Too many to count. Some sweet, some hilarious- 

All positive feelings. 

And as you and your family stepped back in the zeta tubes, your friends saying “byyyyye” to Martha especially, with their baby voice (making Bruce roll his eyes), and as she waved at them- 

Waved for the FIRST TIME ever oh. 

Oh it felt like you would die of happiness. 

And still, Bruce’s hands held yours tightly. 

He knew. 

He knew, you were the source of this happiness he thought he could never find again. 

He knew. 

He never loved like that before. 

Yes. It felt like you could just die of happiness.

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And here we are. I hope you enjoyed this. Don’t hesitate to comment and/or reblog, it’s always greatly appreciated :). 

Also, initially, the child was going to be Thomas (their son in my “main” storyline, if you already read a few works from me), but last minute, I was like : “wait no, I want to give Bruce a daughter, and the boys a sister. Also, poor Cass eh ?” and here we are. I really hope you liked this; I’m nervous for some reasons. Anyway. See you soon with another one ? 

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This Is Halloween - Bruce Wayne X Female Reader (ft. Batfam)

Title: This Is Halloween

Bruce Wayne X Female Reader (ft. Batfam)

Additional Characters: Damian, Jason, Dick, Tim, Alfred (Mentioned), Wally (Mentioned), random old lady, children (Mentioned), and Talia (Mentioned)

WC: 3,958

Warnings: Can be imagined as any Bruce Wayne (I just chose Bale, cause I love him), very brief mention of violence, brief mention of death/killing, italics, teasing, banter, references, nicknames, Reader is called 'mom' 'ummi' and 'ma,' Reader is mentioned to wear a dress, very brief mention of blood, good ol' family fluff, and fluff fluff

Walking down the long candy aisle, you tossed bag after bag into your shopping cart. Tomorrow night was Halloween, and you needed to be well-prepared for the horde of trick-or-treaters that were going to stop by the Wayne Manor to try and snag some treats and full-sized candy bars. Everyone knew that Bruce Wayne and his wife were mighty generous, the latter more so - especially when it came to Halloween. 

It was your favorite holiday after all. 

But, you weren’t alone. Damian followed right beside you, quiet as always. He stayed close, never straying too far from the cart - despite you telling him that he could wander around the aisle if he was getting bored. 

Honestly, you didn’t know why he insisted on coming with you, knowing full well that you were getting Halloween candy. You hoped that he was just curious about the holiday, or he wanted to spend more time with you, but you didn’t really know when it came to Damian. 

Really, it looked like he was bored; there was a small frown on his face and everything. But, normally there was always a frown on his face… So…

Stuffing his hands in the front pockets of his pants, he turned to look up at you as you continued to smile, humming along to the Halloween song that was playing from the store’s speakers; throwing bag after bag into your cart. Which was growing pretty full at this point, and kind of heavy to push but you powered through. 

“What is the point of this holiday?” Damian suddenly spoke up, eyeing you as you paused, grabbing a giant bag of assorted Jolly Ranchers.

“Well,” You began, smiling down at your youngest son, “Do you want the original lore or what the holiday means nowadays?” You asked, and Damian pursed his lips.

“Both.”

Nodding, you continued on with your candy shopping, “Alright, well,” You worried on your bottom lip momentarily, “A long time ago, people believed that spirits could come back to the world on Halloween. So, they’d light big fires and dress up in costumes to scare them away.” You glanced down at him, seeing that his eyebrows were furrowed, “Over time, it just turned into this fun holiday where we dress up and go door-to-door for candy. Nothing really spooky about it now - just good fun.” You shrugged, unable to stop the big smile from forming on your face, “It can be spooky though if you watch scary movies, or go to some haunted house attraction or something. But those kind of end up being more fun than actually terrifying most of the time too.”

Damian turned his nose up, “Ummi, I don’t understand how any of that would be considered fun.” He huffed, rolling his eyes, “It’s childish.”

Pausing your cart, you looked back down at him with a small smile. You knew Damian never really had the chance to be a kid, to act like a kid, to go and experience all the fun things that kids usually experienced. He was born and raised to be an assassin. He never got to play, never got to imagine, or learn how to be a kid. 

When you came into Bruce’s life, and in turn, the kids’ lives two years ago, Damian was still such a young boy. He had no idea what being a kid was like. He didn’t know - but was beginning to understand - that the world offered more than just going out killing someone or beating someone up. 

“Well, it is a holiday where mostly children participate,” You reasoned, trying your best to hide your amusement as the look of disgust spread across his face at the thought, “I understand that you had not grown up with it, and I understand that it does seem very childish…” You trailed off before continuing, “But, I think… If you are willing this year… That you should at least give it a try.” You shrugged once more, making Damian look up at you with a small glare. “And if you don’t like it, then you don’t have to do it next year. If you do not wish.”

Damian’s brow furrowed further, his lips curling in disdain. “Why should I care for such ridiculous traditions?” He snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. “Parading around in costumes for candy? It’s beneath me.”

You bit back a smile at his reaction, the typical arrogance still so present despite how much he had grown since you first came into his life. “I know you think it’s pointless,” You said calmly, “But it’s not just about costumes and candy. It’s about taking a moment to step away from the seriousness of the world. It’s about fun.”

“Fun,” Damian repeated, his tone laced with sarcasm.

“Yes, fun,” You nodded. “And you’re still a kid, Damian. You deserve to have a little bit of that, too.” Seeing that he was staying silent, you continued, “If you will allow it, can I show you what Halloween is really all about?” You offered, keeping your voice calm, yet hopeful.

Damian held your gaze for a long moment, clearly considering the idea - you had half a mind to think that he was always curious about the holiday, especially since most of the family loved the holiday. Finally, he let out a sigh, followed by a small, reluctant nod, “Fine. But if this turns out to be as pointless as I think, you owe me.”

You smiled, nodding, knowing this was a big step for him - a step out of his comfort zone - “Deal. I think you’ll be surprised.” You placed the last candy bag into your cart, “Do you want to go to Spirit Halloween? We can find you a costume, and one for me, too. You can help me pick, if you like.” You began walking towards the checking counter, “Your father has decided to not participate in Halloween this year, which sucks because I already bought our costumes, but hey,” You shrugged, glancing down at Damian with a mischievous grin, “That just means that there is more candy for you, me, and your brothers.”

Damian’s mind whirred with determination upon hearing your words. This holiday was obviously very special to you, and you seemed disappointed that Bruce had decided to forgo Halloween this year. He pursed his lips, a plan slowly forming in his mind. 

~~~

Later that evening, Damian found himself standing outside of Bruce’s study, staring at the closed door. Raising his hand, he knocked briskly, “Father.”

“Come in,” Bruce replied, and Damian stepped inside. Bruce looked up from his desk, hunched over a stack of papers, “What is it, Damian?”

“Why are you not dressing up for Halloween with Ummi?” He cut straight to the point - like with most things.

Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I have a lot of paperwork to finish for Wayne Enterprises. It’s not that I don’t want to-”

“You always say that family comes first,” Damian interrupted, his eyes narrowing, “Isn’t this family time?”

Looking down at the paperwork on his desk, he hummed, Bruce paused, a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes. “Well, I guess I could finish this later.”

“You can,” Damian spoke curtly, “Good night, father.” He then left the study without another word, shutting the door behind him.

Bruce smiled to himself, staring at the door, “Good night, Damian.”

~~~

“Jayjay! I haven’t seen you in forever! You really need to come and visit me more often.” You exclaimed, hugging Jason tightly as he chuckled, hugging you back. 

Resting his head against your head, he let out a sigh, “I saw you last week, ma,” He spoke, already dressed in his costume, “I’m glad to see you though.” He admitted, stepping back to look around the main entrance, “Where is everyone?”

You waved your hand randomly in the air, “Somewhere. D arrived before you, and Tim before him since his college is nearby. And Dami might be in his room, probably changing into his costume.”

At that, Jason raised an eyebrow, “Damian is coming with us?” He asked, shocked, “Did you bribe him or something?”

“I convinced him,” You emphasized, grinning as Jason just rolled his eyes, his grin matching yours.

“Of course you did.” He murmured, shaking his head, “This is going to be a disaster.”

You huffed, giving him a short look but before you or Jason could say anything more, Dick rushed out from the hallway that led towards the kitchen; wearing his ‘The Flash’ costume. Something that he and Wally had come up with to do together for some party after trick-or-treating; Wally was going as Nightwing, and Dick was going as The Flash. You thought it was quite funny.

“Mom, Tim needs help or something.”

You raised an eyebrow, “He needs help?”

Dick nodded, “Yeah, he may or may not have tried to bake last-minute cookies. He made chocolate chip ones, and then somehow managed to burn them to the point that we could probably use them as hockey pucks in the winter.”

“Why didn’t you stop him?” Jason asked his brother, only for Dick to cross his arms.

“I was busy doing something else.” Jason’s face scrunched up into a look of disbelief at his words, but you just rolled your eyes.

Hearing a loud crash from the kitchen, you turned back to your two oldest boys. “I’ll be right back. And please be nice to each other, you two. Send your father this way if you see him!” You called out to them as you speeded towards the kitchen.

~~~

True to their word, about thirty minutes later, Bruce was sent to the kitchen, where he found you helping Tim with his burnt cookie disaster. Turning around, you froze, eyes wide for a split second before placing the burnt cookies on the counter and brushing off your cookie crumb hands. You were in shock, seeing Bruce all dressed up in his striking Hades costume that you had bought him two months prior.

He wore a long, flowing black velvet robe that cascaded down to his feet, with subtle purple accents. And, underneath, he had on a fitted black tunic that highlighted his strong build, paired with dark fitted pants. A belt with intricate silver detailing cinched his waist, featuring motifs of skulls.

On his head was a silver crown shaped like twisted branches, giving him a royal yet ominous presence. He even wore the blank strapped sandals you bought him. 

“Bruce…” You trailed off, your mouth agape as he left you speechless.

Bruce stood there a bit awkwardly for a moment before clearing his throat, “I believe you wanted to see me?” He asked, reminding you that you had been wanting to speak to him.

“Oh, yeah,” You swallowed thickly, “I… I was going to try and convince you to dress up… But it seems that you’ve already changed your mind.” You muttered, a bright smile growing on your face as you simply admired your husband at this point.

He adjusted the neckline of his costume, “Yeah, you should ask Damian about that.” He confessed, and your smile softened, your heart warming at his words. “I feel very awkward.”

“Dami convinced you?” You asked, and Bruce just gave you a small, knowing smile. You let out a sigh before freezing once more. Looking down at your Halloween-themed hoodie and sweats, you cringed. “Oh! I have to get dressed!” You stumbled over your own two feet, pressing a kiss to Tim’s temple, who had been trying to hide his snickers from the whole situation happening before him. Pausing beside Bruce, you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek, “You look oh-so very handsome, my love.” You assured him lovingly, but quickly, and before he knew it, you had sped out of the kitchen, leaving him with a snickering, and very amused, Tim. But, your sweet words did help him somewhat.

“Did Damian really convince you?” He asked, and his father nodded as he crossed his arms. Shaking his head, Tim smirked, “You’re getting soft, old man.”

~~~

“I swear, if Damian takes any longer, we’re going to miss the entire trick-or-treating window,” Jason grumbled, dressed in his V costume from ‘V for Vendetta.’ He leaned against the banister of the main stairs, arms crossed, the mask's strap looped over his arm. “What’s he doing up there anyway? Practicing his scowls?”

Dick chuckled, “Maybe he’s trying to find the right shade of brooding to match his costume.”

“And what about you?” Jason shot back, rolling his eyes, “You’re going to run out of breath from all the speedster puns.”

Tim, dressed as The Doctor from ‘Doctor Who,’ glanced over his sonic screwdriver with a teasing smirk, “At least I’m not stuck wearing spandex.”

Bruce, in his Hades costume, tried to maintain some semblance of authority as he interjected, “Can we focus, please? I’d like to enjoy this night without all of you bickering.”

“Awe, c’mon, B! What’s a little banter among brothers?” Dick grinned, nudging Bruce playfully. “Besides, you’ve got a whole ‘dark lord of the underworld’ vibe going on. It suits you.”

Just then, at the sound of footsteps, all four of them turned their heads towards the top of the stairs; the banter ceased, and the air filled with a mixture of awe and shock. You descended down the stairs, your Persephone costume shimmering under the lights of the mansion. 

You wore a flowing, floor-length dress in soft shades of lavender and pastel pink. The fabric draped elegantly over your figure, with delicate layers that swayed gently as you moved. A fitted bodice showcased your silhouette, adorned with intricate floral embroidery that spiraled around the neckline, resembling blossoming vines. 

Your hair perfectly framed your face, and on the top of your head, was a crown of flowers - daisies, roses, and lilacs. The crown sat perfectly upon your head, exuding an ethereal charm. Your eyes sparkled with mischief and bright joy, making you look just like the Goddess of Spring and Queen of the Underworld. The sight left Bruce momentarily speechless as he admired the absolute beauty before him.

“Wow, mom,” Tim’s eyes were wide with surprise, “You look like you walked straight out of a myth.”

Jason huffed with faux annoyance, “Great, ma won Halloween again.”

Dick sighed, clapping Jason and Tim’s shoulders, “Yep, better luck next time.”

Your heart soared at their reactions, a wave of pure happiness washing over you. “Thank you, my boys.”

Bruce, however, remained quiet, his expression softening as he took you in. The corners of his lips twitching upward ever so slightly. “You look beautiful,” He finally said, his voice low and sincere. The pride in his eyes was unmistakable.

You let out a sigh, your own expression softening a bit, “Thank you, Bruce.” You walked over, adjusting his collar a bit, “And thank you for dressing up. It means the world to me.” You added, before leaning up to press your lips against his in a gentle kiss. As you pulled away, the sound of exaggerated groans filled the air.

Jason immediately made a face, scrunching up his nose in mock disgust. “Ew, not in front of me!” He exclaimed, dramatically turning his head away.

Dick laughed, shaking his head as he fanned his face dramatically. “I think I just lost my appetite for candy!”

Tim pretended to gag, leaning against the banister for support. “Can we please keep the PDA to a minimum? I still have to look at you two tonight.”

Bruce merely raised an eyebrow, a small, amused smirk tugging at his lips as he watched the chaos unfold. “You all are the ones making it a spectacle,” He replied, trying to maintain his composure.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the brothers' antics. “Alright, alright! Enough, or we’ll never get out the door,” You chuckled out, your cheeks slightly flushed. “Now, where is my Dami?”

Before anyone could answer, you heard a loud huff from the stairs. Looking up, you gasped silently, clasping your hands together at your chest. 

Damian stood at the top of the staircase, dressed in a classic Dracula costume. A long, black cape draped over his shoulders, its interior lined with deep crimson fabric. The cape was fastened at his throat with a striking brooch.

His attire beneath the cape featured a crisp white dress shirt, its collar dramatically high. A fitted, white vest, and tailored trousers completed the look, giving him an air of aristocracy that was unmistakably vampire. His dark hair was slicked back, highlighting his piercing green eyes.

Jason, leaning against the wall, couldn’t help but chuckle. “Look at you, Dracula! All dressed up and ready to suck the fun out of Halloween.” He teased, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

Dick then chimed in, “I wish I had my camera. I didn’t know we were getting a special guest from Transylvania tonight!”

Tim, always the quick wit, added, “Just don’t let him get too close - he might actually try sucking our blood or something.”

Damian narrowed his eyes at Jason, Dick, and Tim, his expression darkening slightly, “Your pathetic attempts at humor are more laughable than your costumes. If you continue, I might just find a way to steal all of your candy that you get tonight.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Bruce’s authoritative voice spoke up.

As the teasing subsided, you felt your eyes burn with happy tears. You made your way over to Damian, your heart swelling with appreciation for his efforts. Kneeling before him, you looked up at him with a smile. 

“Damian,” You spoke softly, “Thank you for dressing up. I promise that you’re going to have fun tonight, so don’t worry, okay?”

He looked at you, his expression softening just a fraction, “I suppose it is more bearable with you.” He replied, his tone still carrying that hint of stoicism.

“Just stick with me, and I promise you’ll enjoy every moment.”

~~~

The air was crisp and filled with the sweet scent of autumn as you, Bruce, Damian, Jason, Dick, and Tim strolled down the sidewalk of a beautifully decorated neighborhood in Gotham. Colorful lights adorned the houses, their yards filled with Halloween decorations; skeletons, blow-up decor, and those styrofoam tombstones. Groups of children scampered around, their laughter mingling with the rustling leaves.

Alfred, dressed in his usual Butler attire - though, he claimed that he was dressed as Wadsworth from the movie ‘Clue’ - was stationed in one of Bruce’s cars, waiting for the six of you to arrive back in the car to drive to the neighboring neighborhood; he wasn’t bored, he was probably playing Candy Crush on his phone or something.

Jason, ever the competitive spirit, dashed ahead with Tim and Dick, challenging each other to see who could reach the next house first. Speedrunning the trick-or-treating. While, you walked at a leisurely pace beside Bruce and Damian. 

Damian stuck close to you, his empty Halloween bucket that he begrudgingly picked out at Spirit Halloween in his hands. His gaze was mainly focused on the other children as they ran excitedly to their next house, Halloween buckets or pillowcases in hand. You noticed him observing their antics, his brow furrowed in contemplation as he stopped walking.

“You’ve got this, Damian,” You encouraged gently, “Just think about all the candy you’ll get.”

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, uncertainty evident, “It seems trivial.” He muttered, but his eyes betrayed him, watching as a group of kids ran up to a house.

“Want me to show you?” You asked, “And then you can do it by yourself when you feel comfortable?” 

Bruce watched the interaction silently, seeing how patient you were with Damian. You were always so patient with his boys, but especially with Damian. You had always been this way, nurturing and supportive, a steady presence in his and his boys’ lives. He had so much love and gratitude for you. 

Damian hesitated but then looked up at you, “Fine.”

“Alright then, let’s go get some candy!” You said with a smile, leading him towards the house before you, Bruce stayed back on the sidewalk, watching with an adoring and approving smile. As you approached the door, you turned to Damian. “So, ring the doorbell, and when they open the door, you have to say ‘trick or treat.’ Then, they’ll put some candy in your bucket, and then you can say ‘thank you.’ Easy-peasy.”

Damian took in your words, nodding a short curt nod, before raising his hand to ring the doorbell. The door swung open shortly after, revealing an older woman. 

“Oh, hello, young man.” She smiled, “That’s a wonderful Dracula costume you’re wearing.”

You looked down at him, placing your hand on his shoulder for support as he brought out his bucket, “Trick-or-treat,” He stated, and the woman’s smile widened as she reached into her large bowl of candy; your youngest son watching as she dropped a good, mighty handful of candy into his bucket. “Thank you.” He added, almost too quickly, his shoulders relaxing a little more.

The woman chuckled softly, “Oh, you are very welcome! Happy Halloween!”

As the door shut, Damian turned to you, a hint of pride creeping up in his voice, “I did it.”

“I am very proud of you.” You exclaimed as you both walked back down to the sidewalk, where a very proud Bruce stood. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Rolling his eyes, though, the smallest of smiles tugged at the corners of his lips. “It was tolerable.” He replied, his typical Damian tone returning.

“Well, let’s get some more candy. Don’t want your brothers to outdo you.”

Damian straightened, “I won’t allow that.” He declared, and with a new vigor, he stepped confidently toward the next house; you and Bruce followed behind, watching as he started trick-or-treating on his own.

Bruce glanced down at you, a soft smile forming on his lips. “You really have a way of bringing out the best in him.”

“Damian just needed a little encouragement,” You replied, watching as he confidently approached the next house. “He’s got a good heart underneath that tough exterior.” You smirked lightly, “Just like his father.”

Bruce mimicked your smirk, huffing, his gaze focused on Damian as he rang the doorbell at the next house. “Thank you for always being there for him… For all the boys.” He said, sincerity clear in his voice. He wrapped his arm around your waist, drawing you closer to him.

“Of course, Bruce,” You leaned into him as you both walked down the sidewalk. Damian sped ahead towards the next house, giving Dick, Jason, and Tim a run for their money. “The boys - and Alfred, of course - mean the world to me, just as you do. I love you all so, so much.”

“They love you too. And I love you too.” He leaned down to mutter. You hummed, shutting your eyes briefly as you raised your hand, cupping Bruce’s cheek as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “So,” He sighed out, returning his attention to his children, “Do you think we should implement the parent’s candy tax this year?”

“Let’s figure that out when we get home.” You laughed out, envisioning the lighthearted chaos that awaited you. 

As you continued down the sidewalk, you watched Damian dart from house to house, his confidence growing with each ring of the doorbell, and knock on the door. He was gradually gaining on Jason, Dick, and Tim, who were playfully nudging each other out of the way as they grabbed candy from a bowl on someone’s porch.

This Halloween was going wonderfully, and you had a feeling there would be many more like it in the future.

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[mischieveousmayhem]

Mom, what do I do?

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Batmom!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mention of death

Synopsis: Dickie is your eldest son. He has endured a lot of pain during his life time. But with you gone and his family falling apart, he feels hopeless.

THE MASTERLIST

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Dick Grayson, your eldest son. The second mother of the family .

He's absolutely a wreck but he won't show it for the fact he wants to be strong for his dearest siblings. He cares and worries about them each, however he can't comfort him like you did.

Maybe it is just the fact that he couldn't comfort himself. But his gut tells him it was just you.

He's also worried about Bruce, his father. He hasn't seen that man in days.

Damian sits at the bench in the garden most days, Tim is tweaking off caffeine, and Jason spends most of his time at your grave.

It feels like the world has ended since you were gone. Crime has been awfully quiet and when there is a crime, Dick usually goes out and takes care of it by himself because it's just a small robbery or a small prison break.

Even that wasn't a distraction for your eldest though. He still carried the heavy weight in chest no matter where or what he was doing. It was a continuous struggle.

During his alone time Dick stays in your personal room , which you would sleep in when Bruce upset you, or you would go to get peace quiet.

But the quietness in your room was too silent.

Dick sits on your bed , which still had the scent of your lingering on it. He likes to reminisce how it has changed from when he was a kid to how it is now, as an adult.

All these years of love and comfort you gave him.

His biological mom is still in his heart, but you raised Dick to be the gentleman he is today. The way a kid is raised is very important, and Dick was raised by the best mom anyone could ask for.

So deep in his thoughts, he breaks down. He misses you! He needs you! Not only that his family is absolutely destroyed without you and he needs to put his family back together.

He looks up to the ceiling, "Mom," he croaks, "What do I do?"

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Mite Mischief

《What happens when two entities invite themselves to meet a vigilantes s/o..?》

[1/2]

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Nite-Mite Ver

"AAAAHHH! Help! It's a giant.. Floating.. Tiny Nightwing?"

You slowly fall to your knees after panicking. Seeing the small fella float close to you, you shrink in on yourself shyly. Watching him float around you, analyzing you...

Meeting you was not what Dyxl expected!

You were strange... Unfamiliar, sure. Nite-Mite knew of Richard Graysons' love interests in the past comic issues or alternative storylines.

Maybe you were a new character implemented by the authors?

"SO..."

"S-so...?"

The small creature sat on the desk chair of your room. Eyeing you carefully. While you sat nervously on your bed, half-expecting to wake up. "You must be the newbie! Or, more so.. For this plot. The love-."

You notice there's a knocking on your bedroom door.

"(Y/N)? Everything okay?" Dick calls out, half-way yawning.

You immediately grab a hold of the small individual, holding him close to your chest as you look for a place to hide him.

"Yeah-! Uhm.. I.. Thought I saw a mouse?"

There was silence from the vigilante, considering your words. "That so'?"

"Mhm, yup. Yes..?" You breathe out, getting closer to the door. Thankful it was locked. The vigilante heard your movements and sighed. "Oh.. Good! W-well, I mean- that you're okay! Not the mouse part."

You laugh it off quietly, agreeing as he finally leaves your door and heads back to his room. You sigh in relief as you slowly sink back to the floor.

You lean back against the door, head banging against as you wince!

"Ouch! That's gotta' hurt.." Your eyes widen as you look down at your small visitor who sat on your lap. Chilling out as if he didn't have a single care in the world.

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"I think you have the wrong person.." You mumble quietly under your breath. Watching Nite-Mite buzz around your room as he grins at you.

"Nope!"

"But! I'm not exactly his.. Ya' know..?" You make a gesture as your face scrunched up. The words too sour on your tounge.

"Type?"

"Yes! That!"

Dxyl laughed it off. "So what? Sure, many.. And I mean.. MANY! People have fallen for the Grayson Charm, but that doesn't mean he always reciprocates those feelings."

"Then what makes you think -" You're interrupted by the fith dimensional imp. "There's just something un-canny about you. Your presence is there, but no romantic tension? I mean, seriously!"

Nite-Mite snaps his fingers as he shows a built-in board of notes, strings, and photos. Pointing at them as he tries to connect it all together.

You slowly smile, easing into this odd situation. Smiling as he holds up a issue of... Nightwing? Watching him ramble and point to the board, it reminded you of Dick. Who probably fell back asleep, hopefully.

Poof~!

Blinking, your clothes felt heavier as you look down. Dressed in old fashionable garb?! What!

"Though I'm sure whoever Dick chooses is up to him, it's fun to see other routes!"

Nite-Mite had become... Nightwing?

Instead of the usual skin-tight latex suit, the outfit showcased half of his bare-chest as the blue pants and brown boots reminded you of...

"P-pirate?" You laugh a bit, awkward and frazzled by these turn of events.

"Well.. -" Interrupted once again, the door rips open as a handsome young man storms in, his small puppy barked excitedly as she followed close behind. Yet stopped beside Dicks legs, blinking in confusion.

You immediately squeak in suprise. Your face a warm shade of color, too embarrassed to deal with all of these shenanigans so early!

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[Ta-Da! Hey! Who wants an April fools event?? Also! Thank you for reading, I love Nite-Mite and the art for pirate nightwing. I need more content for both of them.. Please! Tag me if you do! Hopefully I can write a Bat-Mite Ver next! Comments and hearts are appreciated!]

[nightingale2004]

YAAASSSS I LOVE THIS!!!!!! Jason and Damien's reactions are so hilarious 😂 🤣 I love it ❤️

bestie how do u think the batfam reacts to wonderbat

- quinsly

*INHALES AGRESSIVELY* WONDER MOM WONDER MOM WONDER MOM-

Dick:

SO HAPPY for Bruce but constantly teases; " If his crippling control issues aren't a deal breaker, his music taste will be" and Diana just kinda tilts her head like a puppy in her MCR shirt and is like " I love them! They sound tragic"

Absolutely gives Diana tips and advice on how to woo Bruce; He's not sure how you can improve WONDER WOMAN, but he's flattered she thinks he's the man for the job

Just excited to brag to the titans, " Well, she's not KORI but you know; Not everyone's as lucky as me"

Jason:

HELLO?! HELLOOOOO? Jason is losing his mind obvi. He has no idea how Bruce pulled it off (He does know; His father is honest, quietly kind, brave in a way thats terrifying and stupid, and infuriatingly endearing. Plus he's big on justified violence, which women always find attractive)

Is. So so so shy around Diana at the beginning. Hiding behind Bruce or Alfred (even Dami, one time), not exchanging more than a few words (usually very quick and unintelligible) before running off

This leads to Diana thinking Jason doesn't like her and she wants to talk about this, because, young warrior my heart is with your father; I don't need your permission, but I'd like to know why you dislike me :(

Jason just pulls up his sleeve, shows his wonder woman tattoo with a blank face, says " I love you so much I had a crush on you since I was 6, but I want you to be my mom. Not mommy. That'd be weird." and power walks away, looking for the nearest highway

Finds his childhood slingshot and points it directly between Bruce's eyes " Make like Beyonce and put a ring on it"

Damian:

Respects Diana a lot but will always prefer Talia; Diana isn't bothered by that and finds Damians loyalty to his mama so adorable, " Good sons make good men ^_^ good job" "... please don't do that. You're giving me positive emotions and I'm not build for those."

Demands a duel for " The privilege to court my father. Woman or Goddess, you must prove your worth" but it's the equivalent of a puppy playing tag with an angry kitten

She takes him out for ice cream and he spills about Bruce being a sappy bastard when talking about her sjsjsjs

Tim, Cass,Duke, and Steph

Tim and Steph making " you can do better" jokes @ Diana but no one's allowed to agree; I feel like Steph is just as much of a fangirl as Jason is and she fainted when she found Diana in their kitchen, watching Bruce make pancakes, OBVIOUSLY a " we spent the night together" breakfast

Tim and Diana bond over sharing embarassing Bruce stories and I NEED Diana to be the old lady who can't figure out technology

Can she punch a crater in the middle of new York and make you sweat with merely dissaproving look? Yes. Does she need to call Tim everytime to change her profile picture and look for stuff on YouTube? Yes

Diana and Duke PUPPY FRIENDSHIP! Diana reassuring Duke that she knows what alienation and loneliness feels like, and it's not a pain he has to deal with on his own

" You're enough; You've always been enough. And your father and family love you dearly, - you're the light that keeps us out of darkness. Be proud of that"

Cass and Diana but it's the " when you're a queen and you meet another queen and you talk about battle strategies" meme <333 legends recognise legends

Cass thinks she's the coolest ever, but, " What you do to him? I do to you." Without a hint of fear; There's a collective agreement around the ground. Diana smiles. She'll fit in just okay

[teddypines]

Fight

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Sumary: Dick and Batmom!reader got into a fight which upset both of them in the end.

Dick x Batmom!reader, Fem!reader (Use of she/her pronounce)

Note: Dick might be a bit out of character in this. Art/picture is from Pintrest, credits go to whoever made it.

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“Get back here, Richard!” Y/N yelled as Dick stormed off towards his room. The two of them had been in a fight. Dick had gotten really hurt on a patrol, but refused to seek medical attention. This, of course, upsetting Y/N. Hating to see one of her birds hurt like this. Yes, Dick was the oldest. yes he was old enough to deal with things on his own, but not with injuries like this. "Richard! Don’t you dare walk away right now!” Y/N yelled after Dick as she walked up the stairs. 

Dick ignored Y/N as he continued to struggle with walking towards his room. “Richard Grayson!!” Y/N yelled out one last time before Dick turned around to face Y/N. “Stop it! i am fine! I don't need you to baby me!” Dick hissed at Y/N. He was tired and just wanted to go to bed, but no Y/N needed to be a worried mother hen. “Just let me sleep! I do not need to be patched up!”

“Dick have you looked into a mirror? You look like hell, you need medical attention. Those wounds will get infected.” Y/N answered while trying to reach out for Dick. “I don’t need that, now stop being so annoying and let me be”

“Dickie, come on, please you really need to clean those. I am your mother, let me help you” Y/N Said, her anger slowly fading more and more as she looked at the beaten up boy. Something snapped in Dick’s tired mind and he got furious. “You are not my mother! Stop acting like you are!” Dick didn’t realize what he had said, because he turned around too fast to see the upset look on Y/N’s face. “I… I’m sorry Dick, i’ll let you be.” She said before Dick slammed his bedroom door shut. 

Y/N turned around and slowly walked towards the master bedroom, tears rolling down her face as she crawled into bed. After a while Bruce joined her in bed and wrapped his arms around her. “What’s wrong, love? Did something happen with Dick?” Bruce asked, but he didn’t get an answer. not until the next morning. Bruce understood Y/N didn’t want to talk about it just yet and just held her even closer to him.

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The next morning Y/N did come down for breakfast, but she was rather quiet. Not like her usual self, not telling Damian to not mess with his brothers or telling Jason to put his book down. Everyone noticed but Dick. He was still upset, but he did feel bad. Once he shut his door last night he realized what he had said and that broke him more than the wounds he had. Breakfast was quiet but not awkward. 

After breakfast Y/N just got ready for work and waved Damian and Tim goodbye as they went to school. She kissed Bruce’s cheek when he went to work. Dick looked on as Y/N did her normal routine, only feeling left out since they didn’t give him his hug.

“Mom?” Dick called out to Y/N, but she didn’t answer, too busy getting her bag ready. Dick carefully tapped Y/N’s shoulder which made her stop packing her bag. “Yes?” She answered a bit on the dry side. “Mom… I…” Dick started but he couldn’t find the right words. “It’s okay, Dick, you don’t have to call me mom if you don’t want to.” Y/N said, upsetting them both in the process. She gave Dick a sad smile before leaving for work. 

Dick sighs and gets ready for uni. “What was that?!” Jason asked shocked as he looked at Dick from the living room. He had a day off so he was going to do nothing all day, maybe bother Alfred a bit. “Nothing.” Dick answered his brother. “That was most definitely not nothing!” Jason gasped. “Oh my god, you and mom had a fight!”

“We did not have a fight,” Dick said as he shoved one of his books into his bag. “I just said something I regret…” Jason narrowed his eyes and glared at Dick. “What did you say?”

Dick groaned a bit when he stretched his arm the wrong way when grabbing another book to put in his bag. “I might have said that she wasn't my mom so she should stop acting like it” This made Jason gasp. “Yeah, I know, I screwed up...”

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A few days go by in which both Dick and Y/N are upset over what happened, everyone saw it. Dick did get some medical attention for his wounds but the sad smile Y/N wore that week hurt more than anything else. Dick sighed and started to make his way around the manor in search of Y/N. He eventually found her in the Batcave looking over some files and homework Damian did. He carefully sat down next to her at the Batcomputer. “Mom?” He said, which made Y/N turn her head towards Dick. “I’m sorry mom. I never meant to yell at you or say you’re not my mother. Because I do love you as my mom even with my own mom being, well not here… I was just so tired and patrol didn’t go well, and uni wasn’t great that day and… and.. I just don’t know anymore. But I don’t want you to be upset… That hurts…” Dick said through his tears.

Dick was surprised when he felt two arms around him. Y/N held Dick close to her. “I forgive you, sweetie, but please don’t ever say it again. It really hurts, when all I wanted to do was make sure you were taken care of. Maybe I shouldn't have yelled, though.” Y/N said as she slowly leaned back and started to whip Dick’s tears away with her thumb. She carefully leaned over and kissed Dick’s forehead. “I love you, Bluebird.”

“I love you too, ma”

[to-the-stars8]

Moments of Our Life

Batmom x Batfamily Chapters AO3

A/N; Just two little notes for this chapter; One, this chapter is just a bit more angsty than usual Two, the new upload schedule for MOL, Love and Neighbors, and Vigilant Coffee is being moved to Friday. Just to make it clear, if you read my other stories, Mondays are gonna be Affairs and Letters and Learning to Love Slowly. Fridays are MOL, Love and Neighbors, and Vigilant Coffee. Thank you my loves!

6- Bohemian Rhapsody

You remembered being angry—No, beyond angry, as you stared down your husband. What he had implied was beyond the realm of stupidity, something no sane parent would ever think of doing. Granted, it seemed like you were the only sane parent in the household because you hadn’t implied that your eight-year-old son start training to fight on the streets of Gotham. 

Burying your face into your hands, you tried to think how to express a million reasons why it was a bad idea for Bruce. He started to speak, but, for the first time in your marriage, you had told him to shut up. It was then he knew you were angry. 

“You can’t be serious about this,” You said, still distraught. The still look on Bruce’s face told you all you needed to know. “It’s…it’s amazing that you even thought about this.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked. 

You laughed out of pure disbelief. “Bruce, he’s eight. You’re going to let an eight-year-old boy fight crime on the streets of Gotham?”

“He’s already doing it himself—”

“I’m right here, you know!” Dick interjected. In his little handmade costume, he folded his arms with a pout. “I want to do this— I was meant to do this. I want to kill the people who murdered my parents.”

You tried to hide the disapproving look on your face, only glancing at Bruce before turning away. Your eight-year-old son wanted to commit murder—Now, that was a new one. Taking a deep breath, you knelt down to Dick’s height and took him by the shoulders. 

“Dick, tell me if Batman would allow that.”

Dick, confused, asked, “What?”

“I said,” Your voice stern. “Tell me if Batman would allow that to happen. Would he allow you to kill your parents murderer?”

The boy was silent for a moment, then you saw the rage in his eyes. He pushed you back, hard, before stomping away still yelling about how he was going to do it. Bruce helped you up, mumbling something about getting onto him about pushing you later. 

“Still think he doesn’t need this?” He asked. 

You shook your head. “No, I think he needs therapy.” You rubbed your temples. “I don’t see you budging on this any time soon, so let’s make a deal, Bruce.”

“Okay.” He said, not sure where the conversation was heading. 

“I want to see improvement in his anger issues if you’re going to train him,” You said. “And, the moment—I mean the very moment— that boy is seriously hurt you stop all of this. No more Robin, or whatever he called himself.”

Bruce took your hands and lifted them to his lips, kissing your knuckles before moving them out of the way to press a kiss to your lips. Putting his forehead to yours, he promised. “I swear, I will make sure nothing harms our boy, and that he doesn’t turn out like me. Or a murderer.”

“Thank you,” You leaned up to press your lips together again. 

That was the conversation that eventually led to Dick’s training to become Robin. You couldn’t remember exactly how long Bruce had trained Dick before taking him out on the streets. What you did remember was the months of training, nearly a year, that had fighting, crying, cheerful and happy moments between them. Then, you remembered the moment he first put on his costume, now officially made with a majority of the same material as Bruce’s. 

You didn’t know why but you hated the costume. Maybe it was because it reminded you that Dick was going out to fight a battle that evidently never end. As you told yourself that it was for his benefit, you knelt to his height again. Dickie took your face in his hands, pressing kisses to your cheeks. Over the past few months, he had started to become more and more affectionate, one of the good things to come out of his training was that he started to become more open. That, and the rules that came with his new position. One of them was that there would be absolutely no vigilantism or Robin on school nights or if his grades slipped. 

“Be safe, sweetheart,” You said, reaching up to smooth out his hair. “And listen to Bruce.”

“I will, just a little bit,” He smiled. “And only because you asked.”

You smiled the best you could, placing one more kiss on his cheek before letting him run to the batmobile. Bruce kissed you before promising that they would be back within a couple of hours, unharmed. 

After watching them leave, you couldn’t think for hours so hell-bent on worrying for the both of them. You hadn’t acted this way when you figured out Bruce was Batman, though you chalked that up as always knowing him as both. 

Alfred tried to reassure you because out of everyone, he knew the anxiety of having a son fighting a dangerous battle. His comfort helped only a little, but the feeling was still there. 

It wasn’t until the two of them showed up again at midnight did you finally get relief. When Dick exited the car he seemed happier, excited almost. He told everything that happened that night, what details he told you, you couldn’t remember. Your boy was alright, that’s all you really wanted to know. One thing you would never get used to, though, was the feeling of always worrying about him. 

Sadly, you didn’t know if this new feeling was caused by your parental instinct kicking in or the consequences you knew the cape came with. Nonetheless, you told yourself at the end of the night that it couldn’t get that bad. 

After all, who would want to hurt a kid? Or worse, kill him?

[uncpanda]

Nightmare

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Prompt 99: Can I give you a hug? You look upset.

Requested by: ANON

AN: Featuring smol and adorable Dick Grayson.

You’re in over your head. You’ve known that since five seconds after meeting with the social worker. Your only saving grace is Bruce. Your husband exudes calm and collected even if he’s panicking on the inside. And you know him, he is SO panicking on the inside.

“Everything looks to be in order. The house is amazing. And the both of you and Mr. Pennyworth check out. I have no concerns. Now this will be a temporary placement based on if any other relatives come out of the wood work. If we’re unable to find any within a year, you’ll be given the option of formally adopting Richard Grayson. Do you understand?”

You understand, but you’re not sure if Alfred will. He’s visiting his mother for another two weeks and has no clue what’s going on. You imagine he’ll have words about to twenty five years olds taking in an eight year old.

Bruce’s smile is easy, it’s the one that can charm anyone into doing anything. It’s one of the reasons he’s so well liked by the media. The clueless goofball who gives a ton of money to charity while giving his employees great wages and better benefits sells really well.

The woman blesses and you try to hide your smile, “Yes. Well then . . . if you have any questions you have my card. We’ll bring Richard by in just a few hours, and you can expect your first surprise home visit in a few hours.”

The two of you wave goodbye, and the moments she’s gone Bruce says, “That woman doesn’t understand the definition of surprise.”

You roll your eyes, “Well, when you bat your eyes at women and hit them with the dimples they tend to bend over backwards for you.”

He smiles, “Is that right?”

You go up on your toes and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “I married you Bruce. I’m immune.”

He chuffs and follows you into the Mansion, “You’re sure you’re okay with this, right? I know I kind of pushed, but when I saw him staring at . . .”

“I know.”

the death of Richard’s parents was a tragedy if you’d ever seen one. Bruce had been quick to pull your into his chest so you didn’t have to see everything, Richard hadn’t been so lucky. And Bruce who knew that pain, Bruce who had always been hesitant about having children, had taken one look at the boy and said, “He needs a family.” And just like with the Batman scheme you had jumped in without looking because Bruce always caught you.

“I want this too Bruce. He needs a family, and we may be a bit dysfunctional, but we’ll make it work.”

He’s quick to pull you in for a hug and kiss.

Three hours later the doorbell rings. It’s a different social worker with a very defeated Richard at her side. He has two suitcases, and won’t meet your eyes. You don’t force him as the two of you introduce yourselves.

Bruce sees the social worker out and comes back in. The three of you stand awkwardly in the hallway before Bruce says, “Well, we have a room semi-set up for you. We weren’t really sure what you liked, and figured we could take you shopping tomorrow to pick stuff out for it, maybe get you some toys and new clothes? How’s that sound?”

The boy doesn’t make a sound. He simply shrugs. And you start to wonder if you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.

The next few days are very different. Richard only leaves the room for meals and the shopping trip where he picks out very little. You and bruce stay on the same floor with him at all times. The two of you have taken time away from the office and do water necessary work at home.

“Are we doing this right?”

The two of you are laying on your bed staring at the ceiling. Bruce grunts, “I have no idea.Part of me wishes Alfred was here. He’s done this before.”

“Yeah . . . but you fight crime dressed as a bat. He might not have done too great of a job.”

Bruce’s head turns towards you and a second later he’s on top of you tickling you. You scream, laugh and cry for mercy but he doesn’t stop until the two of you hear the door open. You take in a gulp of air and find Richard staring at the two of you. The sound of you laughing must have drawn him out.

Bruce’s mouth opens and closes before he says, “I was just tickling her. She was being mean.”

Your mouth drops open, “I was not!”

As the two of you playfully bicker you watch Richard smile ever so slightly.

He comes our a bit more after that, but he never says anything. In fact his first words are said during a thunder storm, where you wake up to the sound of him screaming. the two of you make a mad dash to his room to find him in the throws of a nightmare.

Bruce is the one to shake him awake, and the moment his eyes fly open he’s scooting backwards. He stares at the two of you while he takes in gulps of air. You don’t move, you wait for him to relax. When he does, you ask, “Can I give you a hug? You look upset. And when I’m upset, I find that hugs help.”

He seems surprised, about what, you’re not sure. But he nods before diving towards you and wrapping you in a hug. You squeeze your arms around him while Bruce settles one his hands on the boy’s head. When he starts to cry you rock back and forth slowly and hum a song you don’t know the name of.

After several minutes, he pulls his head back and says, “Thank you for asking first.” His little voice is music to your ears.

“Of course.”

“Can I tell you something?”

Bruce nods, “Always.”

“No one calls me Richard. Everyone calls me Dick.”

It’s an antiquated nickname, but every book and website you had read stressed respecting his wishes and choices.

“Of course.”

“Will you stay with me for a little bit longer? Until I fall asleep.”

Bruce smiles, and takes one side of the bed while you take the other with Dick in-between the two of you. “We can stay all night.”

And you do. It’s a night you smile back on a lot, because it was the true start of your little family.

[current-interest-writings]

December 3rd

“Batboys X batmom

Hot Chocolate was the one thing all of the boys could agree on... as long as you were the one who was making it. 

it was how you bonded with all of your children when Bruce first brought them home. you still remember all of the interactions:

DICK

he was just nine when he was brought to the manor, he had just lost his parents, just brought into a new life that he was going to take a while to adjust. 

But you being there with a warm cup of hot coco at 3 am when he had nightmares made it easier.

the first week he had been with Bruce and you he had issues adjusting, he was having nightmares nightly and it broke your heart to hear it.

so on his eighth night in the house you heard his screaming and you bolted out of bed. you gently opened his door and turned on his lamp, he was shaking and frighted and you slowly moved towards him.

“if you don’t want to talk about it... would you maybe want some late night/ early morning hot chocolate?”

He just nodded and seemed unable to speak, but he followed you and watched you make the hot chocolate. 

it made him feel cared for and it felt nice. you didn't know it but your nightly routine would be changed forever. but hot coco at 3 am was the perfect bonding for the two of you. no words needed, just two people enjoying hot coco.

JASON

Jason had a rough childhood, parents who didn't seem to care what he did or who he was around or if he was even  around at all. and when you had heard that you had been pissed off. how could someone not love this little boy!

but he didn't have 3 am nightmares like dick did or at least he wasn't so loud if he did. but he would stay awake late and just think about his parents and compare them to you and Bruce. you gave him love without him needing to beg for it. Bruce paid attention to him far more than his own father did. and Dick seemed excited about him being there.

but he was still waiting for you to decide to just send him back to the streets. that was his biggest fear that he wouldn’t be able to fit into your family and you would make him leave and he would be lost again.

on his eighth night dick knocked on his door “are you awake?” he whispered to the door. Jason almost wanted to say nothing but instead “ yeah why?”

“come to the kitchen there’s something i want to share with you!”

and he could hear dick walking down the stairs and Jason decided maybe this was Dicks’ way of telling him to get lost and that there was only enough room for one kid in this house.

but when he got down the stairs and into the kitchen he saw you and dick, dick was sitting at the counter and happily waved him to sit next to him. and he did slowly. as soon as he sat down two mugs were placed in front of the boys

“Do you want whipped cream or marshmallows?”

he was shocked not sure if this was a trick but next to him he could hear dick 

“ can i have both?! Jason you have to try it. its soooo good. Oh and don’t tell Bruce or Alfred. this is our little thing. just the three of us.

you weren't kicking him out... you were inviting him into something and sharing apart of your family traditions with him. He felt so loved in that moment and eagerly nodded. and you gave him the most loving smile.

and even after his death the same thing still made him feel like he belonged was hot coco at “ridiculous hours of the night with his mom and siblings.”

TIM

Tim had parents, not great ones but he had them none the less. while you hated the way they treated him you still respected them being in the picture in general.

even though you had loss Jason and nothing could ever fill that void in your hear, it felt good to have two boys in the house again. and while Tim knew he had parents he still would hoped to be allowed to see you that way.

you treated him better than his mother ever had. with more love and care and even taking a few days to just understand what he was interested in. and Dick was friendly with what seemed like everyone, so he didn't think much of it.

but after Tims parents had passed, he was adopted into your family. and this time you were the one to invite him to have hot coco. it wasn't the first time you had asked him but he never said yes because he felt like it was invasive like it was something that he shouldn't be doing, but this time you didn't give him the choice.

so he joined and you all laughed and for a moment while drinking hot coco he could just live in the moment and enjoy the company and the hot coco.

but when Jason came back and seemed to hate him, Tim stopped showing up to hot coco time until you dragged him out of his room. and told Jason that Tim wasn't his “replacement” he was his new brother and he could be angry but not during hot coco time.

DAMIEN

He had come in with an attitude that he is better than anyone, which you did not appreciate so you didn't bother to give him the reactions he wanted. He was a child who was merely raised and told to think he was better than everyone else because he was blood, which in this house meant nothing.

but after being at your home for a few months damien had learned of the hot coco time in the kitchen. and as much as damien wanted to be apart of the family he didn’t know how to ask, nor did he feel he should have to as he is the blood son of batman. 

but you could see past the facade that the kid was putting on, but you were waiting to see how the kid would change before inviting him to hot coco. the boys and Bruce and poor Alfred were having to deal with the kids attitude worse than you. 

but you could see the kid who just wanted to be loved, much like Jason, Damien just didnt have that parental physical affection that a child deserves. but he would get to be better and you would be more than willing to be his mother when he was ready.

but that time didnt come for almost a year, and that was because Damien had come to you after a rough day at school and having to deal with comments about his appearance or the fact that he was a person of color in what seemed like a sea of white kids at the Gotham academy.

he had come to you upset and vented his feelings to you without insulting you or his brothers the entire time. it greatly impressed you. and he had asked “can i join you and the others for your nightly ritual of drinking whatever is in those mugs?” you smiled at the young boy

“of course you can, no one can be upset when drinking hot chocolate. especially not my family recipe.”

and Damien smiled. he would have a fun time with you and the other boys.

they seemed shocked to see him there but quickly got over it and invited him over to sit with them and talk while you made hot coco. it was one of the biggest bonding moment for you and your boys.

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bruce knew about the hot coco gatherings in the kitchen during most nights. he knew because you and him used to do them before you adopted Dick, but now it was more you and your boys tradition. Bruce still shared hot coco with you. but he also got to share a room with you. he knew it was magic in a cup.

but he saw how it helped all of his sons begin to relax more. they were all mama’s boys and your hot coco was how all the kids began to open up and trust more.

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the boys all knew when they had a rough day or were having problems with eachother they would put it aside for a few hours every night, to sip hot coco with their mom and just be able to relax and enjoy the holidays and the year. 

[ella-ravenwood-archives]

DC Masterlist part 2

I ran out of the amount of link I could put on the same page, so here’s part 2 haha. Man. I’m kinda “proud” I managed to fill a post of it’s link’s limit. Made me realize...I write quite a bit uh ? Anyway. BAM. 

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Batfamily in general :

The first time they called you mom

I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore... 1/3 (Marvel Crossover)

I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore... 2/3 (Marvel Crossover)

How do you make babies ?

“Can you be my dad’s girlfriend, please ?” 

What it means to be a big brother - By Damian Wayne

AU In which Bruce raises Damian 1/3

AU in which Bruce raises Damian 2/3

“You have kids ?? And...A WIFE ?”

“I wish I knew how to help you” - Batsis x Batfam

It’s Alfred Day !

“Mom got lost again” 

Sick Day

The day he understood what Death means

Gone Forever (Batsis/Angst)

The comfort of Loving arms 

Good Night Rituals

Batman doesn’t eat pie

“You’re not even my mom !”

Batbrats

“Self-care is important you IDIOT !”

“Please don’t freak out, but my water just broke”

“She’ll always be our mom”

"Mom, are you a drug dealer ?!”

50 years with you

Mama’s boys/girl

Jason Todd(ler)

Operation : retrieving the sex tape

Slice of life : cooking lessons

“Hey Mrs. Wayne !”

YOU IDIOT ! 

“I hate you !” 

From parents, to babies

Batman, you need to-IS THAT A BABY ?

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Bruce Wayne/Batman :

Professor Wayne 1/ 4 (Teacher!AU)

Professor Wayne 2/4

Professor Wayne 2.5/4 (NSFW, 18+, minors don’t interact)

Professor Wayne 3/ 4

Professor Wayne 4/4

The single rider line

“I can be myself around you” 

“I want a divorce !”

Nicknames Batmom gives Bruce

“You’re not hard to love, Bruce”

“Can the Batman get flustered ?” 

Can you be friend with your husband’s ex-girlfriend ?

"My fake boyfriend is a billionaire ?!”

“The art of taking care of the woman you love” (TW : periods)

From enemies to lovers 

“Life is worth it, I’ll prove it” (Battinson)

Never Again (Battinson)

When you’re your husband’s biggest simp

Buttslap ?/Batslap !

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Richard Grayson/Nightwing

A fitting name

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Jason Todd/Red Hood

“My mom thinks you’re cute” Part 1/5 Single!mom reader series.

“Best step-dad ever” Part 2/5 Single!mom reader series.

The Ex Part 3/5 Single!mom reader series. 

When everything goes wrong... part 4/5 Single!mom reader series.

“I’m in, I’m all in” Part 5/5 Single!Mom reader series

Family Epilogue 1/3 Single!mim reader series. 

Jason Todd and the Haunted Manor (Batmom x Jay)

A Baby in the family

Why don’t you visit my dreams anymore ?

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Damian Wayne/Robin

The day he lost Titus

[kodzukenmaaa]

NGAWWWWWW

A Mother’s love : Bursts of Affection - Batmom x Batfam

So…I saw my mom this week-end, and she has a habit of randomly screaming “Oh my baby giiiiirl” and hugging me (too) tightly…Like for no apparent reasons. I’d just chill next to her and suddenly, she stares at me and just gives me (almost too much) affection, and it gave me an idea, and boom here’s a mini-fic about Batmom doing exactly that to her boys. Hope you’ll like it : 

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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Once, Dick asked you about it. When it was just him, you and Bruce. When he was still a tiny kid. He wondered…

Where it came from ?

Why do you do it ?

What makes you do it ? 

You weren’t really able to answer him at the time, but since then, you gave it a lot of thoughts and…you think it’s because your boys had it tough.

That you’re like that and doing that because they had harder lives than they deserve, and you feel the need to rectify this. To balance things. 

Or maybe it’s because your own childhood had been difficult ? 

You’ve never really had a mother to love you and take care of you in your darkest time. Sure, your brothers were always there (until their death at least…), but it wasn’t the same ? In your little kid’s brain, you idolized what would be the ideal mom, what she would do and say…and so though of course your brothers loved you to death, it just didn’t feel the same than if you had a mom. 

Because you never knew how it was to have a loving mother, you compensated by trying to be the best one ? 

…Maybe it was a bit of both reasons ? 

Maybe it was because your sons and you had tough childhoods, which made you that way ? Which turned you into what you are now ?

But whatever the reasons, you wouldn’t change the way you are…You couldn’t change, if we were perfectly honest. And though they might groan about it sometimes, they wouldn’t change that part of you either. 

That part that sometimes, just couldn’t hold it in…

The love. 

The love you had for them, the love you felt for your children. 

It was too grand and overwhelming to keep it in. Sometimes, it just suddenly popped out out of nowhere, uncontrollably. 

You just loved them so much, you didn’t know how to handle it, and so you just…did what they now called : “Mom’s burst of affection”.  

“Burst” was the right word. 

Because it really was that. 

Everything was alright and normal, and all of a sudden, you’d look at them, and be reminded that you love them so damn much, and that they’re growing up and needed you less and less and…Your affection just bursted out of you. 

Just like that. 

It could happen anywhere at any given moment. It was random. And even if nowadays, you kinda knew why you acted like that, you never understood what really sprout those bursts.

It just…Happened. You just suddenly felt the need to. 

And it was one of your quirk that your children liked the most (though they’d never admit it). 

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[chonko-the-simp]

Awesomest of Them All

Hey there! So I took a break from Tumblr and the internet for a while and started this new blog. But anyways I got back into writing this fic that i had stopped about a year and a half ago and I just posted the next chapter its here if anyone is interested!

https://www.wattpad.com/884127264-awesomest-of-them-all-part-11

[mischieveousmayhem]

guys im doing requests their all in my drafts rn (i was writing and it didnt savee) but here is my work in progresses rn!!

🔥= requests

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🔥 Continuation of "Mom, we miss you" - batfam

Mothers day special series - various fandoms

🔥 periods - bruce x batmom

🔥 thats my wife - jealous! bruce x batmom, clingy! damian x batmom

🔥 bruce x joyful! reader (still comin up with a name)

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Most are requested, I do have more requests I havent started yet but stay tuned for some fire ass drops 🤭

[ellana-scrolls]

Flash is still with "big mouth" around bruce and Batmom?

By “big mouth” I assume you mean he constantly jokes, often at the worst times possible ? And he likes puns too much ? I mean, the dude runs fast, he can allow himself to say a few things that’d piss other off, worst case scenario, he just keep runnin’ ! And I assume you talk about Barry as “Flash”. 

And the answer is : yes. At the very beginning of Flash being dragged into that all Justice League thing, he was super impressed with Bruce. I mean, he’s THE Batman, the fearful dark knight of Gotham. All the way in Central City he heard rumors about how the dude handles criminals in his town ! It’s scary AF !! Flash, by the time he had his first contact with Batman, was already somewhat of an establish superhero AND worked in forensics. He saw many scary people. But no one ever came to be nearly as frightening as Bruce…Of course, the Bat is a good guy, but he was just so expressionless all the time !  He was so aloof ! He was the only one that never cracked a smile at his jokes AND he always kinda shut him down for it !! So at first, Barry was super impressed with Batman and so rarely dared to have a “big mouth” around him. He’d be all awkward and though he’s an incredibly smart man, he’d just feel dumb sometimes (aka “he was kind of a Batman fanboy”) and all and uhg why does this guy never smile ?! He didn’t have his “big mouth” cause he didn’t want Bruce to think he was an idiot as well. I mean, that guy had such a judgmental look (Barry could see it, through his damn white light mask lenses !!). 

It didn’t last long though. Because soon enough, Batmom and nine years old Dick came up the Watchtower because of something important they had to tell him (related to a Justice League case), and Flash caught a glimpse of the true Batman. Bruce was caught off guard when he saw his wife and son coming in, he wasn’t expecting them ! But they really had important news so…In that few seconds of Batman being surprised, Flash saw his traits softening visibly as he looked at his wife and kid. He saw him smile genuinely. He saw his eyes (even through those scary white light lenses…) getting full of a lot of emotions he never saw the Bat display. And he realized that, you know what ? Batman is just a guy. Just like him. Well, maybe not quite like him but…you know, the point was, Barry realized he was actually a human. Which made him suddenly a bit more approachable. Besides, his wife is hot. 

From that point on, to Bruce’s great dismay, Flash ran his “big mouth” again. Joking way too much for the Bat’s liking, and blahblahblah. It was even worst when Batmom was around, because she would fucking answer his jokes with her own puns and witty remarks and it just encouraged him to make some more ! All it took was for Barry to realize that Bruce is, in the end, a human with emotions, and just put on a face when in public (wether while Batman, or Bruce Wayne). This was confirmed as whenever Batmom is around, Bruce seemed in a better mood. Whenever his son was at the Watchtower, Bruce would be a dotting dad with him without even noticing it, making sure the kid doesn’t get hurt (Dick was an overly curious child).  All it took for Barry to have a “big mouth” around Bruce again, was that simple realization. Besides, he was mad that Dick would tell jokes that made Batman laugh and that he couldn’t even make him crack a small smile ! It was a challenge really !! 

Bonus : Bruce would of course never admit it, but he actually love Barry’s shenanigans…It brought a breath of fresh air to the Justice League (and his jokes weren’t as stupid as the one that came out of Hal Jordan’s mouth). He just didn’t really know how to make the kid realize he liked his honest personality, without compromising his reputation with his other friends…As usual, Batmom came in to save his day. 

PS : Sorry if this answer sucks, I really wanted to post something Batfam related today, and had the intention to answer a few asks about them but…I’m super sick. Headache killing me. So I wrote this fast and will answer more things later. 

[badbitchparty224]

How you met Bruce Wayne

Fluff

Warnings: swearing, age difference (7 year difference)

(Y/N): your name, (B/F/N): best friends name, (H/L): hair length, (H/C): hair color.

This is the start of the “Batfamily” series. It going to go on until my last day on tumblr so buckle up butter cups cause this going to be a sweet ride.

your family moved to Gotham when you were 11.

Your mom just got her a job at Gotham General Hospital.

And your dad got him a job at the Gotham Police Station.

You were in your senior year of Highschool when you heard that Bruce Wayne was back in town.

“So who is this Bruce Wayne” you ask your friend (B/F/N).

“Oh, he’s the richest and hottest man in all of Gotham”.

“Sounds like a fuck boy to me” you said as you got in your car.

“Come on (Y/N) you never even met the guy”

“And I don’t plan on it anytime soon”

2 years later

You were walking to your apartment late one very cold night when you bump into something .

“ What the fuck dude”

“I’m so sorry miss” the very tall man said as he pulled you up.

“No, I should be apologizing to you it was my...”

When you two looked at each other time froze.

Sorry I knew that was cheesy.

“(Y/N)” You said as you stuck your hand out.

“Bruce Wayne” he said in a whisper while shaking your hand.

You leaned closer to him, “why are we whispering” you copied him

You both started to laugh

He was a bit shocked because you didn’t react the way he thought you were going to react

After talking for a little bit he offered to take you home. You said yes

On the walk home you notice some people were taking pictures of you two but you just shaked it off.

When you arrived at your apartment building he asked you on a date which you happily said yes

You were just walking into your room when (Y/B/F) calls you

You were confused until you turned on the tv reading the headline

“Turn on the tv” they say in a while giggling

“Bruce Wayne New Mystery Woman?”

“What the fuck”