#but did I scream OH MY GOD TIMOTHY when he appeared? also yes

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Everyone Else: screaming over percabeth in the Tunnel of Love storyline

Me cheering on Timothy Omundson:

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For my favourite writer, Damian and Jon get send to an Alternate Universe (maybe young justice cause I'm more familiar with it) and during their brief stay there everyone they interact with thinks they are dating because they act as a couple.

(I'm not sure how I feel about this, but oh well? I hope it's okay! Also it's kinda a weird situation, like they're in an alternate universe, but it's also just Young Justice? Idk I hope it makes sense!)

You know, it wasn't everyday that you're chilling with your Bros, a big blue portal opens in the ceiling and from it falls two vigilantes, cursing and kicking each other, right onto your coffee table, shattering it everyday.

Or at least it shouldn't be an everyday occurrence.

It certainly wasn't that surprising to say the least.

I suppose you want background, don't you?

It was a wonderful summer morning. Timothy Drake, Conner Kent, Cassie Sandsmark and Bart Allen had gone to visit their good friends Cissie and Greta, retired heroes. Tim, being a rich kid, could afford to do this for a weekend, and of course, the others could just run or fly there. So they went out for lunch and then went back to Cissies house, her mom conveniently out for the weekend. They were just chilling and catching up when the portal opened, people fell, and glass table shattered.

Greta had screamed when they fell, meanwhile the others just jumped up, ready to fight. The two vigilantes weren't terribly large, they had landed on top of each other, and the one on top was covered by a large black cape, a hood flipped over his head. He was the one swearing loudly. The other one was clearly a teen, wearing blue and red, and a red cape twisted underneath him. He had black hair and blue eyes and looked . . . Like Clark?

Tim and Kon exchanged a confused look.

"Damn you!"

"Stop it! Would you just stop fighting and hold still while I get a bearing on where the hell we are."

"No! Let go of me!"

"You're bleeding," the teen responded, arms tightly clasped around the person on top of him.

He had spotted Kon and apparently identified him as the current threat, body going rigid.

"I'm always bleeding, let go!"

There was a grunt and then cape man was pushing up, sitting on his companions stomachs as he looked around, eyes landing on Tim.

They both gasped at the same time.

"Robin?" Tim exclaimed, because standing in front of him was an. . . Older Damian?

"Drake," Damian shot back, tilting his head.

"Whoa, wait a minute," Kon said, stepping in front of Tim. "What's going on?"

"Tim, how does he know that?" Cissie asked.

"Know what? His last name?" Robin said with an eyeroll.

"God, Robin, lay off the bean burgers!" The younger man complained, shoving at Robin.

"Shut the hell up, Superboy. Now is not the time."

A small whine escaped "Superboy" and then he locked eyes with Kon again. Sure enough, on his chest was the S emblem of Superman. Kon took a step towards him, and in a flash, this Superboy was across the room, Robin between him and the wall as he glared at them, an arm behind him, touching Robin.

"Stay back. Who the hell are you people."

"Tt. Kent, don't be so naive," Robin said, poking his head out around the taller teens shoulder. "That is clearly my brother."

"You're-" Tim started confused.

"I see that, Rob, but who are the others?"

".... Admittedly I don't know. It appears Rex's portal dropped us into another dimension. . . Fascination."

"Uh! No! The last alternate dimension we got involved in, my dad was evil! Your dad doesn't even know we snuck out."

"Eh. I'm sure it'll be fine. What's the worst that can happen? They send West after us?"

"Robin!"

Tim raised an eyebrow at the two, motioning for the others to stand down, Cassie relaxed, and Cissie stopped edging towards her bow.

"Bart, can you clean up the glass, please?" Tim asked softly.

"Yeah." The speedster blurred around until all the glass pieces were collected, and then appeared with a vaccum, sweeping the rug.

Superboy and Robin had gone silent, watching this.

"He's a speedster."

"I see that."

"I don't trust them."

"And you think I do? They haven't attacked us yet, though, so that's a start."

Tim watched with hidden amusement, this whole time, as they stood against the wall, they had been touching the whole time, Robin's hands on Superboy's arm, which was wrapped around and hooked into Robin's utility belt. It was almost as if they were holding each other back.

"Okay. Why don't we do introductions instead of standing here and whispering," Tim said, stepping closer. "I'm Tim Drake."

"Red Robin. I know," Robin said softly.

Tim frowned, eyebrow raising. "I'm not..."

Robin's eyebrow also raised.

"Maybe he's not Red in this universe?" Superboy said softly.

Robin gently cuffed the back of Superboy's head. "Use your eyes. Read his body language, his posture, his body shape. He's a vigilante of some kind. It seems only reasonable that he would be Red Robin still. His recognized me, which means I have become Robin in this universe already. So unless he quit, or by some miracle, is Batman..."

"Okay, Damian, just, stop," Tim said, waving his hands. "Yes I know who you are. But I'm not Red Robin anymore."

"Oh you did quit?" Robin inquired.

"No. . . I uh. Changed my name."

"Fucking Drake," Kon muttered from behind them.

"Okay, you know what. Greta and I are gonna go to the kitchen why you guys sort this mess out," Cissie said, and sure enough, the two girls just exited stage left-

"What did you change it to?" Robin asked, he still hadn't moved from behind Superboy.

".... Drake."

Robin blinked once. Then twice.

"What the fuck?"

"Look! Okay! It's a powerful duck-"

"It's literally only aggressive when horny, Tim, what the hell?" Robin interrupted, staring at him with the biggest "what the fuck" expression ever.

"I TOLD YOU!" Bart nearly screamed, zipping over. "Hi! I'm Bart Allen, Impulse! I'm Barry's grandkid."

"Uh, Hi. I'm Superboy?" Superboy said, blue eyes cautiously scanning Bart.

"That's hilarious, because I'm Superboy," Kon said, stepping up, wrapping an arm around Tim's waist.

The two Superboy's had a glaring match.

"Cassandra Sandsmark. Wonder Girl."

"Oh, isn't Donna-"

"Alternate dimension," Robin reminded his Superboy.

Tim didn't miss the small sway that just happened to Robin. Neither did Superboy, as he suddenly spun and scooped up Robin.

"You dumbass," he huffed, looking around.

"I'm fine. We have more pressing matters-"

"You are literally bleeding through your armor."

"Kent I'm fine."

"Like hell."

Superboy looked at Tim.

"He took a shank to the stomach earlier. Do you have medical supplies?"

"Somewhere-"

They sent Bart off to look for those, while Superboy laid Robin down on the dining room table, gently undoing all his armor as Robin was forced to lay there helplessly, and just talk.

"As you have probably figured out by now, I'm Damian Wayne, and this is Jonathan Kent. We are Robin and Superboy from our universe," Damian explained, tugging off his gloves and then his mask.

"Wait does that make us brothers?" Kon asked, staring at Jonathan.

"What?" The younger Kent asked , barely glancing up from his task of gently pulling off Damian's layers, every touch and tug painfully gentle.

"Your dad is Clark, right?"

"Yeah."

"He's mine too. I'm Kon, Conner Kent."

"Oh! Cool!" Jon grinned at him brightly.

Neither of them noticed it, but Damian went rigid, and Jon mumbled an apology, looking back down. Bart returned with a first aid kit finally.

"This is all Cissie had."

"I'll take it," Jon said.

While he got to work, ripping his cape for spare bandaged, and using the surgical needle and string that Cissie had wisely decided there should be inside, Damian began explaining what had happened, how they had been battling an old enemy named Rex, and he had, in a last ditch effort, opened the portal, tossing them through it. Cassie and Tim asked a few questions to better understand, and Damian answered them all, barely bothered by Jon working on his stab wound, bandaging it as best he could.

"So wait. We don't exist on your world?" Cassie asked.

"Well, Tim does, and I do believe I've heard of a Cassandra Sandsmark. But I've never met you, Kon, nor do we have an Impulse. Just the Wally's and Barry. Oh and Jay."

"Wild."

"Well, Jon here doesn't exist in our timeline, so it'd not that surprising," Kon said to Bart.

"Yeah but still. What do people do without us?"

"We survive just fine, I assure you," Damian said sarcastically.

Jon smacked his thigh. "Hey, play nice."

"I am playing nice."

"No. You're being a dick."

"This is him being a dick?" Tim asked, eyebrow raised. "You should meet my Damian. . . Hey how old are you anyway."

"I'm seventeen. Jon is fifteen."

Tim exchanged a look with Kon, right as Damian gave a small grunt.

"Sorry, I'm almost done, okay? Hold still," Jon said, lightly touching Damian's arm before tying off the string.

They almost acted like a couple, with the gentle touches and soft tones they used.

"That's cute," Bart said softly, almost as if he had read Tim's mind.

Jon's head snapped up, and he looked at Bart, cheeks turning red.

"So we should most likely talk to Father, and maybe Kord to see how to get us back," Damian said to Tim.

"Yeah. I'll call Bruce. I think he's in Paris though so he may not be much help."

"He'd still like to know what is going on."

Tim shook his head slightly. "Don't you two worry, we'll get you boys back to your own universe as quick as possible."

"We're not children, Drake," Damian muttered, shaking his head. "God I can't believe you picked Drake!"

So they called Bruce, headed to the watchtower, changing on the way. When Tim walked out from the room on the batwing that he had been changing in, Damian just stared at him.

"Why are you brown and yellow."

"It's my uniform."

"That is the blandest uniform I have ever seen. That's not even the colors of a Drake."

"What?" Tim asked confused."

"You're literally wearing the colors of a female duck," Damian explained.

"Dami! Don't be rude!"

"It's cause he's such a bottom," Kon commented, grinning at Tim.

"Okay, gross," Damian said, making a face.

"What? Is that not gay culture on your universe?"

"I wouldn't know, frankly," Damian said with a sigh, looking down at his touchscreen gauntlet, messing with it.

". . . So you two aren't dating then?"

Both of them looked at Kon in alarm.

"What?!" Jon screeched.

"Why would we be dating?"

"Because you guys are all gross and touchy," Kon said, even as he leaned on Tim.

"We are not!" Jon protested. "He's my best friend!"

And yet, when they got to the watchtower, the two walked with their arms pressed together, murmuring softly and pointing things out to each other and in general acting like a couple. Tim may not know this Damian, but he can read closeted gay anywhere. Well except himself.

All of the Justice League was wary of these new vigilantes, but interested too, asking questions. Tiny angry Damian was not impressed with older, happier Damian, but older Damian just smiled and spoke gently to younger Damian for a moment, and then the kid huffed in annoyance and ran off.

"What did you tell him?" Jon asked softly.

"That it was okay and he would make mistakes and to just learn from them instead of beating himself up. And that I was proud of him because I remembered how hard and confusing it was to follow Bruce's rules, but things will get better."

Jon smiled fondly at Damian. "Things you wish you had been told?"

"Maybe."

"Totally not dating," Tim mumbled as he walked past. They both glared after him.

It took a few hours for them to figure out how to send Damian and Jon back, meanwhile, the two just hung out with Tim and Kon and chatted, swapping stories and finding out information about each other. Tim really couldn't believe they weren't dating. They sure acted like it.

"Okay, kiddos," everyone looked up as Barry walked over. "Time to go, we've got it all figured out."

They walked over to where the portal was supposed to open.

"Thank you, for helping," Damian said, pressing on his mask.

"It was our pleasure," Tim said with a grin.

Jon said goodbye to Kon, and then ran after Damian through the portal. Tim just laughed and shook his head, and turned to Kon.

"I liked them."

"They were most definitely dating without realizing it yet."

"Oh yeah."

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“Best step-dad ever” - Jason Todd x Single!mom reader Part 2/5

Hope you'll like this little sequel ! :

FINISHED SERIES : PART 1, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5 NEWLY ADDED EPILOGUE : PART 1/3

My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives​

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“Hey mom look ! It’s Jason ! HEY JAAAAAAAASOOOOOOON ! JASON ! IT’S US, JASON !! WAIIIIIIIIIIIIT !! Come on mom, hurry or we’ll lose him !”

You don’t have time to say or do anything, that your son is already dragging you along the busy street, swerving wildly between people as you’re trying to keep up as best as you can. 

That little fucker of yours was fast. Plus he had the advantage of being a tiny bean and able to navigate easily the jam-packed sidewalk, while you almost ran into every single person on your way, definitely slowing down your progress ...But there was no way you’d let go of your boy’s hand in that big of a crowd.

You didn’t even see Jason. Still couldn’t see him in fact, as you ran behind your boy. Was your kid hallucinating ? Mixing up your relatively new boyfriend with someone else ? Or did he have some sort of super powers you weren’t aware of, giving him the ability to single out people in a huge ass crowd ?! How did he even see anyone in there ?! He barely reached people’s waist ! Maybe he did have super powers...

He drags you behind him, without any intention of stopping, it seems. Until, after what feels to you to be hours but was only a couple of minutes (you realize you’re really out of shape), he turns into a shopping mall and screams once again : 

“JASON !! OVER HERE !!” 

That’s when you also spot him. 

Jason Todd. 

Your boyfriend. 

The first actual boyfriend you’ve had since your son’s birth...

Just as you see him, he finally hears Viggo’s excited calls and turns around, his eyes instantly fixing on your kid. 

Your heart skips a beat as you witness his face lighting up at the sight of your little boy. Never in your wildest dream would you have even hoped to date a guy who completely adored your son as much as Jay did...

Then again, Viggo had a knack to crawl into people’s heart and stay there. 

Your son manages to wiggle his hand out of your grasp and launches himself on your boyfriend, who catches him in his arms in extremis, almost toppling backward as he wasn’t expecting the kid to jump to him like that. 

The way your boy smiles widely and gives the biggest and most genuine hug to the man, and the way Jay answers the embrace by laying a delicate hand on the kid’s head, holding him close to his heart...It kinda makes your teeth rot with sweetness. It’s just too damn cute. 

Who would have pictured a guy like Jason, all leather and sexy smirk, being so good with kids ? Well, given the shocked expression the two guys who are with him have on their faces, definitely not them. 

You cross the few meters separating you from Jason and your son, and stand there awkwardly. Because you just recognized who those “two guys” with your boyfriend are. 

Timothy and Damian Wayne. His little brothers. 

You’re not really sure how you’re suppose to act. Do you kiss Jason to say “hello” ? Do you introduce yourself to his brothers first ? Do you scold your son for running away from you in a crowded shopping mall ? 

You freeze as you just stand there, looking at all of them, without really seeing them. You met Dick before, briefly. He gossiped about you and Jason with your best friend Ally and your son...But that’s it. After a few months of relationship, you haven’t met a single other member of his family. 

And right now, faced with his two younger brothers, you’re wondering if it’s ok...Is it too soon ? Is this unplanned encounter too awkward ? Are you making it too awkward ? Does Jason want you to meet his family ? He never acted like he wanted to, and after all your relationship is somewhat young.

"Jay, I think my mom just bluescreened...” 

You hear your son say. And if you had all your mental capacity right now, you’d probably glare at him for being such a smartass yet again ! But you can’t think straight. All you can do is freak out internally about wether or not your boyfriend will be ok with you suddenly barging in on him and his brothers hanging out. 

After all, he did talk about his family quite a bit, but never really hinted at wanting you to meet them...Oh my god. You were pretty sure you were about to have a full on panic attack. 

Because you and Jay ? It really fits and clicks ! And it’s been since forever, that you felt like that about someone. You don’t want him to be weirded out by you and your son imposing yourselves in his life right now...

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

The reason Jason never really talked about you meeting his family isn’t at all what you were thinking. 

It’s not that he thought you guys weren’t serious enough yet, so he didn’t want to show you his family. Or it isn’t because he was ashamed of you or any of the silly things that were going through your head right now. 

Nope. The reason Jason didn’t talk about a possible meeting yet was because he didn’t want to thrust you into his world like that. 

He was from the Wayne family. Which had a lot of advantages, but just as much disadvantages. People were obsessed with his father, and with him and his siblings. If he introduced you to his family...There was a chance a paparazzi would pick up on it, and then your life would drastically change. 

Even more so because of Viggo. The mere fact that one of Bruce Wayne’s son was dating a struggling single mother ? It would put you on the spot. 

Jason didn’t care what people would say about him. There were already some crazy rumors going around anyway...well, he could understand. After all he was suppose to be dead. 

Actually when he first came back to Gotham, he liked that. He liked being anonymous again. Plus he was so mad at his father. So so mad...Of course now, after a long journey, he understood and forgave him. But in those first few moments back in the City he was born in, he cherished those anonymous time. Yet he could never really hang out with his brothers or at his beloved Manor because...Well, he was supposed to be dead. 

There was a point, after he finally came to term with what happened to him (or at least finally understood Bruce’s decisions), where he couldn’t bear anymore to live hidden from any public places in fear of being discovered, to only see his family at night when it was patrol, to have half a life. 

See, when he was still mad at his father, he didn’t care. His life was his vengeance. His life was getting rid of criminals ! But once he tried to find himself again, once he calmed down and let go of most the pain and anger...It was difficult to not be able to ever go out because he wasn’t suppose to exist anymore, and it was dangerous for the rest of his family.

That’s when Bruce came up with a plan (of course) to allow his son to have a “normal” life again. To be able to go out without a disguise. He disappeared from the public eye for a few weeks, making the entire city wonder : “what happened to Bruce Wayne ?”, only to come back with quite a news...

His son, Jason Todd, was still alive. 

The boy’s death had been a big “event” in its time. Bruce gave little informations, and people didn’t ask for much more, understanding (and seeing, it was the first time they saw Bruce Wayne that devastated) the pain of a parent loosing a child...But no one really knew how Jason died, except that there had been an incident involving psychos from Arkham, so it was easy to make up something, in the end ! 

Bruce gave a public conference reintroducing his son, explaining that Jason had actually been kidnapped all those years ago, and everyone thought he had died. After all, the few proof they could find about his whereabouts were leading to his death. Only he wasn’t dead ! Kidnapped, yes, by a crazy people who hated Bruce Wayne just because he was Bruce Wayne ! But he managed to escape and came back ! And blahblahblah. 

It was ridiculous, but because he was the Bruce Wayne, everyone just went along with it. Jason Todd had been kidnapped, tortured and hurt, and then he escaped...It also gave him an easy way to explain his body riddled with scars to you. He got them during his years in captivity. Of course he didn’t like the idea of lying to you, but he wasn’t quite ready to tell you who he really was. 

Not quite ready to inflict to you that burden of dating a night vigilante. Of course, if things kept going as well as they currently were...then he’d eventually have to tell you, but not now. Just a few more moments of peace and quiet. 

Which is why he didn’t introduce you to the rest of his family yet. Jason didn’t care what people said about him, and because he had a peculiar life, he was used to have crazy rumors and such about him...but he didn’t want you to come in not prepared. 

He knew what people would say. You were a single mom. You had to work so many jobs to get by. Of course the first things everyone would assume was that you got with Jason because he’s one of Bruce Wayne’s heir. “Gold digger”. That’s a word he never wanted anyone to associate with you, but he knew it would happen. 

It drove him crazy, especially knowing the fact that you didn’t even know that he was the Jason Todd. You didn’t even recognize him ! Then again, he was probably the most discreet out of all his brothers, rarely going to charity events and other galas, so he appeared almost never in newspapers and on TV...

You didn’t know who he was. And then once he told you, you systematically refused any financial help. You’d been fiercely independent all those years, you weren’t about to let him pay for your stuffs. Maybe one day, if things get really really serious between you two, but for now ? Nope.

And he understood that. He truly did. If you wanted to pay for dinner sometimes, then he would let you. He knew that insisting on paying for everything would only make you feel inadequate...He didn’t want that. He was so impressed with you and the way you handled your life, raising your son on your own in a city like Gotham ! 

Yes. No. If he could spare you the struggle of being introduced publicly as his girlfriend, and being called all those terrible words...You already talked to him so many times about how annoyed you were when people said things like “if you can’t afford to have a kid then don’t”  without knowing your background ! He could only imagine how crushed you’d be if people started to talk about you as if you were with him just for his (father’s) money !  

Oh it was kind of ironic, really. 

The reason you never met his family was to protect you from all of this. He didn’t want his life to impose itself in yours and your son’s...and here you were, freaking out because you were afraid he didn’t want to present you his family because it was quite a lot, to date someone who already had a kid. 

You both didn’t want to intrude too much, while at the same time wanted nothing more but to be part of each others’ life. You were both afraid to force yourself into each others’ life too much. 

Ironic. 

Fortunately for the both of you, the little one you gave birth to ? Well, he had absolutely no qualm in getting into people’s business !

Of course he was just a kid who didn’t know better...Or, did he ? 

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

Your first date happened because of Viggo. With his not-too-subtle way of forcing you to talk to Jason, and his “My mom thinks you’re cute” comment that kinda unlocked everything between you two (in the first part).

Your first date almost didn’t happen because of Viggo as well. But ended up being the best date ever...because of Viggo. Well. Of course. You should’ve known that it would involve your precious son somehow.

Your best friend Ally was suppose to keep an eye on him, but of course that same date night she had a work emergency (she was a nurse), and your poor sweet kid had a bad stomach bug. 

Your best friend apologized profusely but of course you weren’t mad at her, it happened. And it was kinda your fault that she was the only person you ever trusted to keep an eye on your son...Well, not quite true. 

If Viggo hadn’t been sick, you would have asked your neighbor Mrs. Pembridge. She was a sweet old lady and Viggo always loved going there (mainly because she let him go to bed late, watch animated tv shows for too long and eat a lot of sweets and homemade baking). But...she was an old lady. 

Which was fine when Viggo felt ok. You trusted her to take care of your boy. But if sick...He needed to stay in his bed. Mrs. Pembridge was too old to spend the night at someone else’s apartment. 

There were other people in your apartment building that you trusted too. Old friends that had been there ever since you arrived, young and with a newborn in your arms, panicked at the idea of doing everything on your own...But just like Mrs. Pembridge, you didn’t want to bother them by being so late noticed while your son was sick, and all that for what ? 

Just to go on a date. 

Nu-uh. Long ago you made a pact with yourself that your son would always come first. Shoving him in someone else’s arms (that wasn’t your best friend) just to go on a date with a guy ? Definitely nope. 

Now many people would think you were being ridiculous, but many people didn’t raise their child on their own. Many times, it was just you and Viggo, fending for each other. You rarely left him with someone else, and if you did it wasn’t the entire night and definitely not when he was sick. 

You had quite a fusional relationship with your son, because for those past seven years, it was just you and him. 

It was too difficult for you to leave him like that. Especially just to go see a guy. Poor sweetheart kept vomiting and telling you you HAD to go...But you just couldn’t. 

Sure you really were looking forward to that date with “The Jason” as your son called him. But Viggo was more important. Right now he needed you, so you’d stay. You would lie if you said you weren’t bummed, but you always stuck to your principle. 

More than once you broke up with someone you really liked because the person didn’t get along with your son, which was totally normal to you. So missing a date ? If Jason was right, then he wouldn’t mind. He would completely understand that you had to stay with your little boy.

Sighing, you wished you had less of those days. Work was so shit today, as you ran only into rude customers (today was restaurant and library work). And then you came home excited, and started to get ready...only to have your best friend tell you she had to go. 

Well. It was still fine, right ? Viggo could just go to Mrs. Pembridge who’d understand and...No. He couldn’t. You saw it instantly as you came into his room. The boy was so pale...

You quickly understood that he had been throwing up for quite a bit now, but did it discreetly so you wouldn’t know and therefor cancel your date. When you came into his room, he was trying to act tough in front of you but eventually, turned a scary shade of white and threw up all over his bed and...It warmed your heart. 

Which sounds weird, and you felt awful for feeling so happy but...Your son. Your seven year old son. Your little cutie pie, hid the fact he was really sick just so you could go out with a guy. Just because he knew you really wanted to see Jason again. He threw up and bottled up his pain so his mama could be happy !

Somewhere along the line of single parenthood, you must have done something right, to have such a compassionate little one. Now of course, you felt awful that he felt the need to hide his sickness and was all alone in this for a few hours...but you also felt incredibly proud. 

Viggo, however, started to cry. Not because he was sick, but because he “had ruined your night”. You then spend the next hours trying to comfort him, while holding a “barf bucket” in front of his face and trying to soothe him as best you could. 

Poor little chap was crying because his mom couldn’t go out, not even because he was super sick. Man. You loved that kid to death...

But because of all those things happening at the same time, because of this quite shitty day...You totally forgot to call Jason to tell him you couldn't go out that night, and when the bell rung your blood froze.

Oh fuck. Now if he was right, he would understand you staying home with your kid, obvs. But would he be understanding of the fact you totally forgot to call him and he came all the way here just for you to tell him to go home ?

If it was you, you’d be kinda pissed. 

You left Viggo who was now covered in blankets, feeling a bit better, and watching his favorite movie, “Treasure Planet”, and went to open the door. 

And here he was. 

Jason Todd. With a bunch of flowers and a smile to kill for. So incredibly charming, and yet his obvious nervousness was also very endearing. You still couldn’t believe that a guy like him, with his definite bad boy air, could be so shy and yet so smooth at times. 

“Jason...” 

“Sorry I’m a little in advance but I...What is it ?” 

“I...um..I can’t go tonight...Viggo is sick and I have no one to baby sit him and...um...I’m sorry, Jason.” 

“Oh...” 

The man’s face fell, and your heart skipped a bit. When was the last time someone was THAT disappointed about not going out with you ? Never. Sounds about right. You try to smile but can’t, because now, faced with him, you’re really really bummed out. And you’re unsure of what to do. 

Take the flowers ? Say thank and close the door ? Settle another date now ? Will he even want to go on another date ? Do yo...

You’re interrupted by a tiny Viggo, wrapped from head to toes in a red blanket way too big for him (red hood) , and holding his barf bucket in both his arms, coming to the door. 

“Hi the Jason.” 

“Hi smart guy.” 

Jason seemed over his disappointment in an instant. He went from looking sad to smiling sympathetically at your son. 

“Sick uh ?” 

“Yeah. Sorry for ruining your date.” 

“Ooooh don’t worry about it little man. It’s not like tonight is the only time we can have one you know ? You should go back to bed and rest.” 

It makes your heart beat faster, the way he speaks to your son. The way he quickly hid the fact he was bummed for the sake of your little boy. 

“I’m watching a movie. I’m not that sick, you could still...” 

But as Viggo says that, his face turns paler once again, and he falls over because of how much he throws up...And you’re pretty sure that that is it. Jason won’t ever want to date you again. Witnessing the “worst” part of parenting always does that. Makes them run away. 

But you don’t even have time to reach for your kid and try to hold him up that Jason is already next to him, holding the bucket of barf Viggo inadvertently let go of with one hand, and his head with the other, making sure your son doesn’t go face first in his own barf. 

It’s such a sight, to see the man’s instinct of immediately helping your kid that you don’t move and just look at this strange painting : Viggo in Jason’s arms, throwing up and sobbing because his throat hurts and he’s so tired of throwing up, that you don’t even think of moving. It’s like Jason’s “paternal instincts” shocked your maternal ones. 

And without even knowing how, you find yourself guiding him in your living room and telling him to lay Viggo on the couch. And oh wow, the way Jason delicately lays your kid on it and the face he makes...total and utter worry for your son, while he doesn’t even know the boy that much.

It’s surreal. It’s the first time you see someone else carry your son in their arms, and laying a hand on his forehead. But then he realizes you’re looking at him, and he takes a few awkward steps back before saying : 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have intrude in your home like that. I...I actually don’t know what took over me haha. I’ll um...I’ll go now. I’m sure you got this you um...have been doing this for longer than I have haha.”

The return of Awkward Jason. Kinda your favorite type of Jason...The man could be a smooth motherfucker, but also a bashful one. You came to know a lot about him, during your nights at the bar. You talked a lot. He became your friend. A...really good friend in fact. 

And when he discovered you had a son, he didn’t even flinch. He just rolled with it and asked you out on a date. And now you cancelled that date way too late, and he ends up getting your kid’s barf all over his shirt...

“I’m sorry..”

Viggo says weakly, noticing said barf on Jason’s shirt. But Jason just smiles sweetly and answers : 

“It’s alright champ’, I’ve seen worst. Plus you didn’t mean to, it’s totally ok. And again, you didn’t ruin our date to your mom and I, we’ll just do it another time.” 

For the first time that day, your son smiles too, and slowly, his eyes are closing as he listens to Jason tell him it’s not his fault. Which makes you do something completely irrational. 

Something that you always thought you’d never do. Something that went against your rules...

“Jason do you...Do you want to stay ? We can watch Treasure Planet while your shirt gets cleaned ? I wouldn’t want to send you away with throw up all over you...” 

You’re aware of how ridiculous you sound. He’s probably thinking you’re completely crazy, asking him to stay with your barfing kid ! Sure he acted really well about all this so far, but this is a bit too much right ? 

Plus it totally goes against your rule of not bringing any men into your home life when you’re son is around ! Now of course you’re not planning on doing anything with Jason tonight. You actually genuinely want to just spend time with him, which is what a date is right ? 

He has been your friend for six months now. And the way he just acted with Viggo, helping him to the couch and all...but you can’t believe you just told him that. That you just basically told him to get half naked and stay over...

But he smiles now, and takes a few steps away from Viggo, as to not wake him, and says : 

“Treasure Planet sounds great, and I’d be lying if getting rid of the vomit isn’t appealing right now...” 

Ok. Hello ? Yes, you’re pretty sure you just found the perfect man. But hey, hold your horses (Y/N). It’s not because he’s sweet now that he’ll stay sweet. And it’s dangerous, to get your hopes too high like that...But you can’t help it. 

You didn’t scare him away by cancelling on him last minute, and by him seeing your sick kiddo. He still wanted to spend time with you, and the way he smiles and looks all bashful as he takes his shirt off. The way he even looks away...you know he’s not staying because he expects anything more than just spend time with you. 

And wow the man is RIPPED. But you look away bashfully too, a bit uncomfortable, and give him your bathrobes...When you turn around to look at him, you can’t help but start to silently giggle. 

Soon enough, you’re both dying of silent laughter, trying not too make any noise because Viggo finally fell asleep, but not able to stop laughing because bad-boy Jason Todd wearing a pink bathrobe with laces ? It’s pretty hilarious. 

And that’s how your first date started. In your home. Where no men ever really set foot. With your son sleeping on the couch, as you both watch “Treasure Planet” sitting on the floor (the couch being already taken). Eating way too many red vines and pop tarts. 

At the end of the movie, he helps you get Viggo in bed, and heads for the exit. He even thanks you for spending such a great evening...It has been a long time since he had such a carefree moment with someone. 

The date ends with only the softest kiss on your lips, after he asked if he could kiss you and you said a way too excited “yes”. 

And that’s when things really started. 

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

Six months later and things were quite serious. And for the first time in your life it didn’t worry you too much. For the first time in your life you let a boyfriend truly get close to your son. 

And oh those two really got along ! 

Six months of absolute bliss, of Jason coming over a few times a week, or taking you out too. You didn’t see each others every single day, having both quite a schedule...but you saw each other enough. 

Enough to both realize this was getting serious. Enough to both call each others boyfriend/girlfriend. Enough for Viggo to break in a run and jump in Jason’s arms if he saw him randomly in the streets...

Like today.

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Jason felt an incredible surge of happiness, as he saw Viggo running towards him. It was so strange, how that kid kinda forced himself into his life, and yet he was totally fine with that. Usually, Jason didn’t like being forced to do anything...but that little boy, he was too damn smart, and too damn cute ! 

Was that how Bruce felt, when he adopted him and his brothers ? When Damian came in his life ? Was that why he always seem to forgive them more than he forgave others ? Why even if he grumbles a lot he always ended up getting them exactly the gift they wanted, or always took the time to tell them he was proud of them ? 

Maybe. Probably. 

But Jason couldn’t think about that too much right now, it could be dangerous, to get so attached to that kid...Dangerous for everyone. Even if it went really well between you and him, things went haywire so many times in his life that he’d rather not think about that quite yet. 

For now, he just felt incredibly happy to have run into you and him randomly in Gotham’s massive center. But..why weren’t you saying or doing anything ? 

"Jay, I think my mom just bluescreened...” 

But before you or Jason can really say anything...A sweet laugh resonate next to him. Uh ? 

Tim. It’s Tim. Chuckling a childish giggle...that stops once he notices everyone is staring at him. And then he says : 

“I’m...I’m sorry it’s uh...it’s what the kid said. Bluescreened. It’s just such a clever use of the...you know when your computer goes...um...and um...Ok, my brain just error 404.” 

This time, it’s your son’s turn to snort loudly, and to shake his head meaning : “oh yes good one!” and you finally regain your senses. Since when your seven year old son spoke “computer humor” anyway ?! That kid would never cease to amaze you...

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Turned out, Viggo heard the terms “bluescreened” and “error 404″ on one of his favorite show about kids who were spies and constantly...hacked things or whatever. You didn’t quite understood everything he was saying, but you were pretty sure you bought him a shirt once, with the characters he was talking about on it. 

The awkwardness of your son barging in like that over, Jason just came to kiss you and swiftly introduced you as his girlfriend. To which his brothers replied by a : “yeah, we understood”, rolled their eyes and exchanged a knowing look with Viggo and then looking at the both of you. 

Hey. Hey stop it with the exasperation ! 

“So what are you guys doing here ? Pleasant surprise but isn’t it school time ?”

Jason asks, and your answer : 

“Well we were going home. I just picked him up from school, that ended earlier today because their teacher’s wife is having a baby...and we were coming back from getting an ice cream cause he had a good grade. But then suddenly he started screaming your name and running and...here we are. What about you ?” 

Jason, Tim and even Damian chuckle at your little story, being able to picture it quite well. And then Jason answers : 

“Well we all had some time off, which is pretty rare so...we were about to go play some...arcade...” 

As he says that, Jason is suddenly afraid that you’ll think he’s a total nerd or something, and not as cool as he seems. Now of course by then, you know he’s an absolute dork (he still thinks you didn’t see him play “Jedi and Sith” with Viggo when he thought you were getting dinner, but you totally did...it was very cute, and the force WASN’T with Jason that day, as he crashed on your son’s floor after a failed little acrobatic, and you then walked in on them laughing way too much).

But in his head right now, Jason didn’t want you to think he wasn’t “adult” enough. Playing at the arcades ? Like a kid ? How the hell were you suppose to raise a child then ? Wait...What was that about raising a child ? Was he thinking about Viggo ? Or...Uh. He shook his head and smiled at you, a bit embarrassed. 

“No way, you guys play Cheese Viking ?” 

You ask, clearly interested. And he should’ve known. He should’ve known you were a geek too, why was he even nervous about going to the arcade with his little brothers in the first place ? Showed as well he could take care of young people...right ? Uhg, he shakes his head again, chasing those thoughts away, as Damian says : 

“Well, those two TRY to play, but I ? I am a true champion !” 

“Are you, now ?” 

“Yup.” 

“Well I shall challenge you, young man !” 

“Challenge accepted madam !” 

It happened really fast. And it was weird. Damian, out of all his siblings, was definitely not one to be outgoing like that. Especially not with a stranger. And yet, it seemed to have instantly click, between you and his fourteen years old brother, as you’re now walking towards the arcade and talking about how you’re totally gonna win... 

And then Viggo gets in between you and Damian, looks up at Jason’s brother and with a bright smile says : 

“Careful Damian, my mommy is really amazing at that game you know ?” 

“Is she now ?” 

“Yeah ! She holds the highest score in a lot of arcade in our neighborhood !”

“Really ?” 

“Yes ! She’s amazing, my mommy !” 

“I heard.” 

“You did ?”

“Todd talked about her to father.” 

“Todd ? Who’s Todd ?” 

“Jason.��� 

“Jason’s name is Todd ? I thought it was Jason !” 

“It’s his last name !”

“Isn’t it Wayne ?”

“Well that too, but technically it’s “Todd-Wayne””.

“His name is Todd Wayne ? Not Jason Wayne ?” 

“No, his name is Jason. But also Todd and Wayne. Jason Todd-Wayne.” 

“...You know what ? There should be a law against last names that are also first names, because right now, I am confused !” 

This little talk made all of you laugh, as you went to the arcade. 

Viggo and Damian got along surprisingly well. It actually surprised Jason, that Damian didn’t got snappy as soon as the kid got confused (which by the way, Jay was pretty sure Viggo did on purpose...he knew your son dumbed himself down sometimes, to fit in a little better). That was something... 

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You ended up spending the rest of the day playing in the arcade. It was great. Tim and Damian were great kids ! 

Damian quickly gave up on trying to beat you, after you kicked his ass once too many time on “Cheese Viking”, and instead went on playing some other games with your son. 

Tim tried till the end to beat you, but there was clearly no way...Your son crowned you “Butt-Kicker Queen” and it was just so pleasant. 

Viggo, Damian and Tim were trying to play DDR and failing quite miserably, and you got to spend some smooching time with Jason, hiding behind some arcades. Which grossed out your kid immediately as he saw you two, and you’re pretty sure you heard him whisper to Damian : 

“Kinda wish I didn’t set them up together sometimes...Why do adult enjoy puppy kissing each others ?!” 

And on that note Damian dragged him away telling him they should totally play that other arcade game, while Tim deflected the subject by asking him about his favorite animes. 

Jason was once again surprised by Damian’s behavior. No snarky comments, no exasperated sigh or anything. Instead, he got Viggo’s attention on something else and gave his brother some more alone time with his girl...It was rather unsettling. 

And you ? You didn’t even mind that much to let your kid with Damian and Tim. First they always seemed to make sure they were in your sight, but also Viggo seemed to have such a great time with them. And they took such great care of him...You weren’t worried in the least. 

While usually you disliked leaving your son with people you barely knew...But you felt like you knew Damian and Tim, after all the things Jason told you about them. 

You totally understood why Viggo reminded him of Tim. Those two were definitely some smart cookies ! He hacked a few machines so they’d have “infinite quarters”, and showed how to rewire things to your son (which you weren’t too sure was a good thing).

Damian seemed like a sweet kid (which kinda went the opposite of what Jason told you about), you were pretty sure he tried to loose to games on purpose when playing against your son, but defending himself enough so as Viggo wouldn’t be suspicious ! It was very nice. 

Yes. Leaving your son in his uncle’s care didn’t really m...Wait what ? What the hell brain ? Why did you say “uncle” ?! You didn’t even realize it, the word just came on its own...it was weird, but you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think it fitted. 

In those short six months together, Jason had been more of a father to Viggo than the boy’s own father ever been. Which sure wasn’t difficult, given the fact that asshole split the day of his birth...but still. 

It made you feel oddly weird, to realize this. 

It wasn’t an oddly weird displeasing feeling though, on the contrary. 

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The day went by in a blur, because you had so much fun with Jason and his brothers ! And came the time to say goodbye and...you were kind of hoping that Jason would talk about meeting the rest of his family, but he didn’t. 

Of course you were now overthinking about this, while really he just wanted to protect you...But it’s just, after such a good day you kinda thought you’d see more of his family ? Especially since his little brothers kinda hinted at it but then Jason kinda shut them down by saying you were busy ? 

He constantly talked about them. They were important to him. You wanted to meet them...Why didn’t he want you to ? 

But once again, your son saved the day. 

You don’t quite know how Viggo did it, but he really always seemed to know what to say, and when to say it. Because there was no doubt in your heart that the fact that Jason seem to not want you to meet his family (though this was actually a misunderstanding) could dig quite a hole between you two...And things were going so well ! 

Fortunately, you gave birth to the smartest little boy around. You were all saying goodbye (you trying to hide how bummed out) when your son said : 

“Oh by the way Jason, next week, it’s my birthday ! I’m having a party at our apartment, can you come ? Please please please say yes” 

Uh ? A party ? Since when ? Your son never asked for birthday parties, he usually had a little thing at school. His teacher was great and always took half a day to celebrate the kids’ birthdays, so Viggo never felt the need to have another party at home...

“Oh and you know what, you should come too guys ? Right ? Damian ? I could show you my video game collections ! And Tim, you can bring me the book you were talking about ? The one about Minecraft ?” 

Oh. Oh you get it now. Sneaky little fucker of a son you have. How ? How did he know ?!  

“Hey you know what ? Dick should come too ! I only saw him briefly but I really liked him and I feel it would be impolite to invite you three without him too !” 

Smart ass. You knew what he was doing. He was forcing you and Jason to take decisions once more. Forcing you to take a step further in your relationship. Just like he did, six months ago, in the park ! 

“Wait...Wouldn’t it also be impolite not to invite your other siblings ? You have another sister too right ? Oh and your dad ? And Alfred ? You talked about him a lot so...Yeah it makes sense ! Will you guys come ? Please please come ! Last year, none of the kids showed up to my birthday...” 

Oh. My. God. Smooth. Motherfucker. You can’t believe he was totally lying right now, pulling his “puppy eyes” face to convince him to come !! And you can’t believe it worked !! They were late for an appointment now and had to leave in a hurry, but they all promised to come to his birthday. 

Jason said he’d make sure to clear his schedule and ask his sister, brother and father. There was no resisting that cute lil’ kid. He’d talk about it all further with you later. And as you witness them leave you slowly turn to your son and say : 

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to lie ?” 

“Oh she did. But I didn’t lie.” 

“Really ? No kids showed up to your birthday ? That wasn’t a lie ? We never had a party for you Viggo !”

“I know, which is why no kid showed up to my birthday. See, I didn’t lie.”

Oh my god. Sometimes, you could just strangle that kid and his smugness. But...true. He didn’t technically lie. And somehow, he managed to get Jason to bring his entire family over...This could be really good, right ?

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This also could be a total disaster ! 

You’re kinda totally freaking out right now, as you’re finalizing the decorations for your son’s birthday party (the theme was “Spider-Man”). 

Sure you wanted to meet Jason’s family. You wanted to be part of his life, just as he was starting to be part of yours. You wanted them to meet Viggo. You...You wanted this. 

But at the same time, you were about to meet THE Bruce Wayne, and, and...and it was all a bit unnerving really ! Meeting the parents’ of your significant other was always a bit nerve wracking, but him being...being Bruce Wayne !! 

Now it sure helped that you already met three of his brothers, but what if his sister was going to hate you ? It’d be a disaster ! Jason clearly adores his sister ! BUT WHAT IF CASSANDRA HATES YOU ?! 

You’re really totally freaking out. 

You pace back and forth in your living room now, utterly stressed, under your son’s amused eyes. But for once, your smartass of a kid doesn’t want to say anything. He doesn’t want to make you stress further. 

So instead, he stands up, put on some music and runs to you, taking hold of your hands and starting to dance haphazardly around the house. 

His way of trying to make you relax. And though at first your heart isn’t quite in the dancing, you’re quickly moving around with your son and oh man, how can that kid always be so good at cheering you up no matter what ? 

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

“It’s really nice of you to take some time off to come, Bruce. Viggo will really appreciate it I think. And um, (Y/N) too.” 

Jason says, as he and his family climbs the stairs to your apartment (the elevator was once again out of order). Bruce looks at his boy, and smiles fondly saying : 

“Oh it’s nothing son. After all, you’ve been babbling about this (Y/N) to us for the past year, even before you started dating...I’m very curious now. Plus Damian and Tim said she was lovely, and Dick talked about how “Viggo” is a smart kid. I really want to meet them now.” 

“Oh she really is lovely ! And Viggo ? Smartest kid ever ? He’s a lot like Tim actually in that matter. And he’s also...” 

Bruce isn’t really listening to his son anymore. Instead, he just looks at him with warmth, happy beyond any measure that he seems happy.

It’s been a long time, since he saw this side of Jason. He actually thought it died with him all those years ago, when the Joker...No. Bruce couldn’t think about this right now. All he saw, was the happiness in his son, the genuine excitement in his voice...It felt like he was back when he was 8 years old again, and was that carefree little boy who went through a lot but was always so cheerful and easily excited. 

That little boy who worshipped Bruce, and who called him “dad”. That little boy who was always so funny and enthusiastic...That little boy he thought died...No. No no no. Bruce couldn’t allow himself to think about those terrible times. 

Instead, he focused on the joy of having once again a glimpse of who Jason really was, as he climbed the stairs towards your apartment. 

They were in front of your door now, and knocked multiple time without an answer, the loud sound of music came from inside your place...Jason smiled and pushed the door open (oh he hated when you left your front door opened !). 

And there you were, with Viggo, dancing around your living room to “Fernando” by ABBA. 

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

Oh god this was embarrassing. You were faced by Jason and his family, for the first time ever all together meeting you and...They walked in on you dancing terribly to some disco. 

You can’t recall a day you felt that flushed...But turn the music off and look at them all awkwardly. Oh man. Worst nightmare. Right there. 

“I love ABBA.” 

Well. Those are words you never thought of hearing from the mouth of THE Bruce Wayne ! And yet here he was, saying them. 

Viggo and you stopped dancing immediately as they all came in, and were kinda standing there awkwardly and...”I love ABBA”, one of the most powerful man in the world says. For some reason, those few words make all your worries fly away. 

And your son ? Oh your son exchanges a knowing look with Jason’s father, as if they’d been “partner in crime” for years. And you know that small smile creeping on his face. Which makes you smile too. 

You know what will happen. And when it does, you’re ready to join in immediately. 

Viggo burst out in laughter, and you follow right after. In turn, Damian chuckles first, and soon enough, your son’s communicative laughter infect everyone in the room.

And just like that, your stress is gone. 

“Oh man hahahahah, geez hahahahaha, come on in guys, come on in.” 

You say, gesturing to the living room and the table. Jason is about to introduce you to his family (even if they already know who you are, as he talked a lot about you) when the door bell rings again. 

“Ah ! This must be Aunt Ally !” 

Viggo cheerfully exclaims as he runs to the front door. Of course you invited your best friend too, you had to. Emotional support.

You’re about to tell them to leave their present for Viggo (they all brought one, man that was going to be the most gift Viggo ever got for his birthday !) when...

“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM !!!!” 

You and Jason exchange a worried look. You’ve never heard your son scream like that...what happened ? Who was at the door ? 

In the same move, you and Jason run towards the door, and his family follows (instinct) and...Your blood freeze. 

What ? No ? Why ? What was he doing here ? 

Viggo is in front of the open door, and outside...Him. 

“Hey (Y/N).” 

He dares to say, a wrapped package in one hand, and flowers in the other. 

“...Jess ?” 

You say, not quite believing your eyes. 

Jess. 

Him. 

How ? 

After all this years, why ? 

Jess. 

Him. 

Viggo’s father. 

To be continued. 

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I have been in a very...strange mood all day ^^'. Like the kind you can’t quite explain, when you just feel...Meh. So this story took me AGES to write (the entire day, basically, while I usually write rather fast). I hope you liked it and...yeah. Don’t have much to say more. Except that I got carried away once more and oh look at that there’ll be another part of this story. I hope this wasn’t too boring to read...

As per usual, feedbacks and reblogs are MORE than welcome <3. 

[ellana-ravenwood]

“You’re...You’re Bruce’s father !” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : Batmom is thrown into an alternate timeline where Bruce died, years ago, in Crime Alley, and his father, Thomas Wayne, became the Batman. 

Just an idea that popped in my mind at work. Hope you’ll like it :

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

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You wake up in a dark alley and your thoughts are a mess. 

Everything is blurry and confusing. 

You were at the League’s Watchtower, talking about...something. And then you heard Bruce screaming your name and...Here you were. Laying on the cold floor in an alleyway that you were pretty sure was in Gotham (you’d recognize your hometown amongst anything).  

What the hell happened ? Was that all a dream or...were you sleep walking ? 

Bruce said you were talking in your sleep and sometimes kicked or punched him but...to your knowledge, you never actually walked out of your bed. 

And definitely not into the night all the way to some place in the city ! 

Besides, Bruce and your boys always had their eyes on the tracker they put on you (they thought they were being so damn sneaky about this while you knew all along...and never minded. It was pretty cute.) But the fact that they had that tracker on you meant that they’d see you go to Gotham and one of their overly protective ass would be around and...

Suffocating. 

You’re suffocating. 

And because your mind is still in some sort of unnatural haze, you don’t register right away that what makes you suffocate are a pair of hands around your neck. Squeezing. More and more every seconds.

You already starts to see black spots form in front of you when...The sound of a gun. Three shot. Followed by bodies hitting the ground. 

And here he is. Your Bruce. Did he get hurt when whoever was attacking you shot him ? It’s the first thought that comes to your mind, as you drift slowly in unconsciousness. 

But...why is the Batman logo on his suit red ? He never had a red suit before... 

He approaches you and...the way he walks is so unfamiliar. What is going on ? And...is that a gun in his hand ? 

He catches you as you finally faint, and the last thing you see is how his eyes widen as you murmur : “Bruce ?”...Everything goes black. 

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 And here we go again. You wake up more confused than you ever been in your life. Why are you tied down ? You’re pretty sure you’re in one of Bruce’s safe place that he scattered all around Gotham...But there’s something wrong. 

It doesn’t take you long before you realize what feels off. The walls are covered with guns of all kind. You’re pretty sure there’s even a bazooka. And Bruce ? He’d never have such a place. Though it really looks like one of his safe place...Maybe Jason got hold of it ? But Jason doesn't use guns anymore either...

And again, why the fuck are you tied down ?! 

A shadow spreads over you and...here he is. The Batman. And by now, you’re pretty sure it’s not your Batman. 

Bruce always said you were a smart one, that your brain worked faster than most people and that you were more intelligent than him sometimes. Of course, you’d always dismiss anything he said, because that man spend his damn time praising you and you could be just too insecure to even listen. 

And sure enough, faster than you realize, your brain actually makes all the connections it need to and...You know where you are now. You’re still not sure how things happen as you can’t properly remember, but you know. 

It’s that timeline Barry was talking about. The one where he saved his mother, and instead of Bruce’s parents dying in Crime Alley that fateful night...Him and his mother died. Thomas Wayne became the Batman. 

-Why did you call me “Bruce” ?

Is the first words you hear coming from him. No “Who are you ?” or “ You’re welcome for saving your life” or whatever. He’s just standing there, staring at you, and the only thing that counts is his son. 

His voice is nothing like your Bruce’s. Bruce has a low, deep and soothing voice. Whenever he speaks even when angry, it’s always of that pleasant tone...His dad though ? His voice is also deep, but there’s a harshness to it, it sounds almost mean...And damn, your “father-in-law” is actually extremely scary. 

He’s standing in front of you, a bit further away, and you know he’s about to say something else. But you don’t leave him any time to talk and say, voice shaking : 

-Oh my God...You’re...You’re...You’re Thomas Wayne ! Bruce’s father ! 

He turns his head brutally towards you and narrows his eyes at you, making you shrink in your place. 

Ok, your husband was intimidating, but his “Batman persona” never worked on you, he never scared you or anything, even before you started dating, you never took any of his shit but...his father though ? It was another story. He was just so...so...so frightening.

You can't help but shake out of fear when he asks :

-How do you know my son ? 

He doesn’t even ask how you know he’s Thomas Wayne. No. He directly ask about your Bruce, and it breaks your heart...You know the pain you feel when you loose a child. 

When Jason and Damian died...it’s the worst. It’s unnatural and unbearable. And you were lucky that your babies came back to you so...You understand him. Really. You can’t even imagine loosing one of your boys forever. 

You just can’t. And so you understand. 

So this is why he brought you back to his safe place with him. You said “Bruce”. Actually, even better, you called him Bruce, of course he’d want to know why. 

-Hum...Now it’s gonna sound crazy but...Hum...I’m actually...uh...I’m a...I’m a friend of your son.

There’s a sadness in his eyes that you can’t ignore. 

He appears stoic and collected, but you know those Wayne guys...You know how to read between the lines, how to detect their feelings through their apparent emotionless faces. He takes his cowl off and...It feels as if you’re faced with an older version of Bruce. Damn they look so much like each others...His voice brings you back from your daydreams :

-You’re too young to have even met him...How old are you ? 30 something ? He died over 40 years ago. You couldn’t possibly be an old friend of his. 

-Haha I am indeed 30 something, and he is an old man...My Old Man. 

-If this is a joke it isn’t funny. And I’ve never been to found of jokes anyway. At least, not anymore. 

There’s something dangerous in his tone and...of course. 

You get it. 

You’re being completely insensitive. 

You’re joking about your husband being older than you when...in this timeline, he died while he was barely 8 years old. You realized it’s actually cruel how you almost laughed in his face...You have to set things straight. 

-It’s not a joke. 

-Explain yourself then. And fast. Because patience has never been my strong point. And because I ran a test on your blood, and you appear to have died almost fifteen years ago in an arm robbery, which is not suppose to be possible. Explain yourself, and fast. 

Wait what ? You died in this timeline ? Oh...But of course ! You remember the armed robbery, but it was such a small thing. Bruce arrived, kicked everyone’s asses and...Bruce. Bruce arrived. He saved you. But in this timeline, Bruce was dead. And the only reason he arrived was because it was at the beginning of your relationship beginning to be very serious, it was when he realized he was in love with you and...the first time he put a tracker on you. He knew you were in trouble because he heard the police report on his hacked radio, and saw that you were at the place they were talking about, and so he came to save you.

But in this timeline ? Well he wasn’t there. And you were...dead. Wow. Ok. But you guess there really can’t be a (Y/N) without a Bruce. 

-Ok. I’m going to explain. But hum...This might sound a bit crazy. Here we go. First, I do know your son. Well, maybe not the son you remember I...uh...I’m your son’s wife. 

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It takes you way too long to be able to explain everything. You keep loosing track of things you were saying, you keep digressing off the subject and talking about little anecdotes that are unimportant. But Thomas seems captivated by everything you got to say. 

When you’re finally done, you just look curiously at him, and you can see how your story shook him to the core. He’ll deny it of course, just like his son, but Thomas Wayne was beyond moved by everything you said. 

After a short moment of silence, he turns to you, and you just know he thinks his face doesn’t show any emotions but...Well, you know those Wayne men. You can read between the lines. And in his eyes, you see more feelings than you can count. Hope, happiness, sadness, despair...Conflicted. That’s how he feels. It’s nice to know that somewhere, his son lived. But...it’ll never happen where he’s from. He’ll never see him again. 

Finally, he speaks, and asks you : 

-I know he became Batman instead of me, that kid, Flash, he told me...Did he ever receive my letter ? The one I gave to Barry ? (if you want to read it, click here (x))

-Yes he did. 

-Is he still Batman ? 

-...Yes.

-Oh. So he didn’t listen to me...

-That’s not entirely true. That letter, he received it a long time ago. Now, it didn’t stop him for continuing to be the Batman, yes but...It did change his life. 

You could see in his eyes he attention was completely focused on you, and you tried not to shiver at the intensity of his gaze. Yup, something Bruce definitely took from his dad. 

-He...He...He’s still the Batman but he allowed himself to live. To love and be love. I think it’s thanks to your letter he finally let me enter his life, stopping all those bullshits about how he was too old and dangerous for me. Also, he takes at least a day off in the week, he’s not Batman for one night, to stay home with me or the boys and...

-The...the boys ? 

That’s unexpected. Very unexpected. At your words, you can see tears slowly welling up in your father in law’s eyes, and you suddenly feel more relax. Just like your Bruce, he is, after all, just a man...

-Yes. The boys. Our boys, we have four sons. Richard, Jason, Timothy and Damian. 

-You have...four sons ? 

-And one on the way...

You touch your belly slightly, and a single tear runs down your father-in-law’s cheek (it doesn’t even seem like he noticed it, as if he was too focused on the news you just gave him to feel himself cry). You don’t even mention the fact that they’re adopted sons, because it doesn’t matter. They’re yours all the same. 

-We decided to call him Thomas if he’s a boy, Martha if she’s a girl...

He turns away. Because he refuses to show you his tears. Because he refuses to show you that all this touches him more than ever...But you know. Of course you do. You don’t say anything though, you’re used to it with Bruce. He’d sometimes hide his feelings from you, though you know how he actually feels and...you’d just hold him. Brush your fingers through his hair lovingly. But somehow, you’re pretty sure that hugging and caressing Thomas’ hair isn’t really the thing to do...

Finally, he turns back to you and asks : 

-Bruce...how is he like ? 

-Physically, it’s exactly you. Except he has Martha’s blue eyes. And he’s taller. But other than that...all you. Our youngest, Damian. It’s the same. Except his eyes are green and his skin is far from pale like yours. And mentally...oh he’s the best. He’s compassionate and passionate. He always stands up for what he believes is right. He helps people in more ways than just being Batman. Bruce Wayne does a lot of good too and...there’s so much I could tell about your son. So much. 

-Please. Tell me everything. Please. 

And you do. Because there’s something almost desperate in the way your father in law just asked you to tell him everything about your Bruce...and you can’t deny him. 

It takes a few hours, and the worries of being thrown into another timeline completely leave you. 

He would never admit it of course but...Thomas Wayne is more than glad that his son found someone like you. Oh yes. You seem like the perfect woman for his son, and oh you remind him so much of his dearly missed Martha...

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Almost twelve hours later, you’re in Thomas’ batcave and...you recognize the place. Bruce told you about it more than once. It’s not where his Batcave is located...it used to, but became too small over the years. 

It’s the well he fell in as a kid. The well his father went to fetch him. You’re sure of it, it’s exactly like he described it. It’s still big, but...yes. Not big enough for the Batman he is. 

But it seems good for Thomas’ Batman. A few guns. Other suits. Pictures of Bruce as a kid, and of Martha. A gun in a glass case...the gun that killed Bruce and his mother in this timeline. 

Your father in law is about to say something when a bunch of lightning appears out of nowhere and...Your Bruce. 

Your Bruce is there ! 

You don’t hesitate, you jump in his arms, and of course, they’re already open before you collide with him, and wrap themselves around you in a tight embrace. 

-My love. 

-My heart. 

You stay like this, close from each other, your face in the crook of his neck, his buried in your hair, and don’t say a word. Oh you’re so glad Barry brought him here. So glad. You didn’t even had time to worry about a way to go back home...

-...Son. 

A voice Bruce thought he’d never hear ever again tears him away from you. He still has his arms around you but...his focus is now all on the white haired man in front of him. 

You step aside, and have to untie Bruce’s hands from you. He’s clutching so hard at your clothes that it’s difficult, but you manage to do it anyway. 

You step aside and...the two men fall in each other’s embrace, as you and Barry witness, a small tear in your eyes.

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

-You two remind me of myself and your mother...

Thomas says to his son. They’re both sitting in his cave, a bit further away than you and Barry. You two gave them some space, and are speaking lowly with each others. Barry probably explains what happened...that a time portal exploded right as you walked by and...Well, you’re just unlucky sometimes. 

Bruce and his father spend the last two hours talking, and they know it’s soon time to say “goodbye” once more, as Barry warned them they can’t stay long, risking to fuck every timeline up (he would know...). The Flash actually calculated that they have about two hours and half before things will go south and...they took advantage of it to talk. 

Thomas asked about Bruce’s life, and though a lot of things he said were the same than the things you said...He doesn’t mind. He’s just as captivated. Hearing about Bruce’s life in this other world...His boys. Alfred (who unfortunately died years ago here). You. His love for you, and the love you have for him. 

It feels good to know his son, somewhere, is loved that much. That someone helped him go through his parents’ death. That this someone will always be here...From the little he talked to you, Thomas Wayne just KNOW you’ll never give up on his son. 

And Bruce confirms it. He talks about how stubborn you are, how you always put up with his shit and keep him grounded. And oh the way he talks about you, so adoring, full of awe and love...it warms Thomas’ heart. 

And his grandchildren ? He wished he could meet them too. They all sound so amazing. And he wished...

-Time’s up. 

Barry’s voice shatters all his wishes. 

What he actually wants can’t happen. His son and Martha are gone for good here. And the person he’s talking to ? It’s not actually his Bruce. 

His Bruce was taken from him while he was just a little boy. Just a small and precious child, that was just so nice and...Yes. He needs to stop wishing. 

It’s good enough to know that somewhere, though Bruce isn’t the carefree child he used to be and falls in the same Dark path his father took...He’s loved. He has a family. He has a life. It’s not like him, it’s not just darkness and sadness. 

It’s brighter.. And though it’s sure seems like they have tough time in that other world too...There is still so much love and support. It’s good. 

But he, Thomas Wayne, Thomas Wayne of this particular timeline...he cannot have that. It’s impossible. Everything died the day Bruce and Martha did, and he wasn’t lucky enough to have found someone like you to brighten his days. He didn’t look for it actually...you were his son’s “Martha”. You were the love of his life. And if one day you died, he just knew that, just like him, Bruce wouldn’t be able to move on from you. Ever. 

Oh he wished you’ll always stay safe...it was clear his son needed you. 

-Goodbye...Father. 

-Goodbye my son. Remember what I told you in this letter. Never forget it. Take care of your family...like I wasn’t able to take care of you. 

-No father, I went through the same thing and...it’s not your fault. It’s not. Just like your death wasn’t mine. The only one responsible is the man who pulled the trigger. 

-I killed him. 

-I didn’t...

-It’s good. Don’t take my path. Don’t go dark like I do. Never kill. And keep your family safe. 

-I...I will. I love you father. 

-I love you my son. And you, (Y/N)...take care of him. Don’t let him go. 

You smile weakly at your father in law, as Flash take your hand to bring you back to your original timeline, and say : 

-I won’t. Believe me. Even if he wants me to. I’m too stubborn to ever let him go. 

And for the first time in years, Thomas Wayne smiles. Actually smiles. And as you, his “son” and the young Barry Allen disappears in a storm of Lightnings...He feels lighter than ever. 

But soon enough, the weight of his existence downs back on him, and he falls on his knees. Because he just witnessed something he’ll never see again. He just met people that were dead here, and would never come back...The life his Bruce had in another World, was ripped away from him in this World and...it’s too difficult to bear. 

Thomas Wayne puts his Batman cowl back on, and takes a few weapons, ready to get back in the streets...Because the only way he knows how to deal with all this, is getting rid of every criminals in Gotham. 

Fin. 

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This isn’t what I wanted it to be. Uh. MEH ! I feel like it’s rushed, and the conversation between Thomas and Batmom just plain sucks. Not believable and shit. MIGHT DELATE AND REWRITE LATER ! Or like, add scenes...sorry if you’re disappointed...