#can this be tagged as batmom???

[cheeseboi420]

Of A Feather - Chapter One Preview

A/N: hi everybody!!! I am super duper stoked to present u all with the first 2k words of Of A Feather, aka the "what if Jason's bio mom didnt SUCK" fic. Im hoping to have the full chapter ready for publishing in the next week or two! Big thanks to everyone who's talked to me abt this fic so far, and an ESPECIALLY big thanks to @jayladfanpage for basically being my jaybin encyclopedia while i work my way through this fic!!! This warning will be more applicable in future chapters but it should be noted that this fic is NOT canon compliant and does significantly change/recontextualize a couple things about Jason's background, but you the audience get to find out about all that in real time alongside Jason lmao!! Anyways, without further adieu, please enjoy this preview ❤️

You expect this evening to play out like the one before it. And the one before that. And the one before that. Your routine hasn't changed in the last 13 years. Why should it? It serves you well enough, keeps you alive and… Well, that's about all it does for you. Not that you're looking for more! For the most part, you are… content, maybe isn't the correct word. Complacent fits a little better, but still isn't wholly accurate. You're content in the knowledge that your boy is safe and loved, somewhere far away from the trouble that chases you. You're complacent in your own quiet misery. The longing and loneliness had been a bitter pill to swallow those first few years of running, but after this long you've learned not to complain. God knows no one would listen if you did.

You've got a shitty box pizza in the oven. This will be your dinner, tomorrow's breakfast, and tomorrow's dinner. You won't particularly enjoy any of the meals, but they'll sustain you well enough. These days, food brings you little, if any joy. Meal times are a chore to slog through before the distraction that work brings or the sweet embrace of sleep. You look forward to, more than anything, going to bed. Not because you're tired (though there is a bone deep weariness that permeates- that no amount of rest could ever fix) but because bed means sleep, and sleep means dreams, and dreams mean a chance to hold your baby again.

You don't dream of Jason every night, but every morning, you wake thinking of him. Is he still asleep right now? Having breakfast? Is he eating well? Is he happy? Is he happy? Is he happy?

By the time you push your way through breakfast most mornings the cacophony of thoughts revolving around your son quiets to a dull roar in the back of your mind. It's better that way, you think. If you thought about him as much as your mind seemed to want you to, you'd never get anything done.

Life carries on, you suppose. However dreary and dull that life may be.

At one time you'd found the whole thing very exciting- though not in a particularly enjoyable way. The adrenaline rush has worn off over the years, no longer do you feel as though death is nipping at your heels. The paranoia never fades though. Even if your doom does not cast a shadow over you, you're always looking over your shoulder, always ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble.

You keep a bag packed and ready in the closet by the front door for when you have to leave this place, too. Though, you think it's buried under a winter jacket and your spare blankets. You really ought to dig it out, keep it easily accessible. You should do that but… it's been a long day. You want to eat your shitty pizza, lay down on your futon, and let the sound of tv static fill your studio apartment, lulling you to sleep.

You're getting too comfortable here, you think. You've lived in Michigan for nearly a year now. It is simultaneously entirely too close to and entirely too far from Gotham. The apartment itself was a godsend after spending most of your time sleeping in cars, tents, whatever unfortunate business was willing to employ you, anywhere you could, really- sure it has bugs, and the windows don't close all the way, and you're fairly certain it'll only take one more bad winter storm for the place to come crumbling down, but rent is dirt cheap, and the slumlord you rent from didn't ask for any ID when you signed your ‘lease.’ You're fairly certain that thing's not legally binding anyways- it was written on a cocktail napkin for Christ's sake. That didn't stop you from using a fake name when signing it. You can never be too careful.

You haven't seen your landlord since you moved in anyways. You don't ask for maintenance when things break, you fix them yourself or just learn to live with them broken. You deliver your rent by slipping a cash stuffed envelope with your name (your fake name, the one you signed your lease with, the one you use at work, the one you'd use at coffee shops if you ever went to any) on it through the slot in the office door. You do your best to be invisible. You don't cause problems, and you don't go out of your way to fix them for others. You make no friends or enemies. You've left no impact on the many places you've been, the cities you've drifted through.

The only evidence you've gone anywhere at all in your life is a stack of postcards, held together with a worn rubber band, sitting at the bottom of your go-bag. The only evidence of a life lived before that is in a similarly bound stack of polaroids, held together with a too-small paperclip. Every now and then, you'll buy a bottle of cheap wine to chug as you pour over the old photographs. Only when you leave for a new city do you dare to touch the stack of unsent postcards.

You can't bear to look at the photos too often, a painful reminder of your own failings. A reminder of the stupid, reckless little girl you'd been and the shell of a woman you'd become in the aftermath.

It's all your own fault, really.

At least that's what you keep telling yourself.

It's easier to swallow than the alternative: that you were a vulnerable and unloved thing, eating from any hand that would feed you, until the hand that feeds decides to beat.

This, you think, is why you shouldn't think too hard about the past. It doesn't do you any good to dwell on it.

You force yourself to focus on the present, on the here and now. The scratchy polyester blend of the futon cushions, the scent of cheap cheese melting in the oven, the distant sound of sirens, and howling wind outside your apartment. There's no sense in thinking about Gotham now, not when you're so far from it.

You sit up on the futon, no longer content to lounge and let your mind wander. Instead you task yourself with flipping through channels on TV, seeking something mind numbing enough to distract you from your unusually strong urge to reminisce.

The Wonder Years? No, you don't want to watch anything about a family.

Alf? No, that puppet creeps you out.

Cops? Fuck that.

You're about to resign yourself to another night of murmuring the (mostly incorrect) answers to Jeopardy questions at your tv, when you're startled by a knock at your door.

A… knock… at your door.

No one ever knocks on your door. You don't get mail, you don't have friends, if your landlord wanted something, you're willing to bet the greasy bastard wouldn't be willing to haul himself all the way up to the fifth floor at nearly 10 PM.

Oh God… Did… Did he find you? Is this it? Are you going to die in the upper peninsula of Michigan, of all places?!

No, no. You have to stay calm. This could be anything. It's just a knock at the door. It could be anyone!

Oh lord, it could be anyone.

You keep the tv on, hoping that the sound of Alex Trebek grilling folks on useless trivia will cover your footsteps as you creep towards your front door. You hold your breath as you press yourself against it, double checking that all three of your locks are secure before you risk a glance out the peephole.

When you look out into the hall you're surprised, and frankly a bit confused by the sight before you. Standing at your door is a boy, dark haired and bright eyed. He stands straight but not particularly tall- he can't be more than five feet. He's glancing around the hall, rocking back and forth on his heels. He's wearing a red sweatshirt and jeans, with a backpack slung over one shoulder. Despite his small stature he holds an air of determination that makes you think he must feel quite old for his age- you get that, you were the same way in your own youth. A chip too big for your shoulder.

You're so focused on studying him that it startles you when he leans forward to knock again. You jolt, accidentally kicking the door (with your bare feet too, damn does that hurt your poor toes) and responding to his knock-knock-knock with a solid knock of your own.

“Hello?” The boy calls. “Anybody home?”

“I don't have any money!” You call back, cursing yourself for the shake in your voice. You should not be this rattled by a random adolescent on your doorstep. “So, if you're selling popcorn, or cookies, or whatever, you should try next door.”

The boy rolls his eyes.

“I'm not a boy scout!” He says. “I'm looking for-”

And then the shoe drops; he says your name. Your full name. Not your fake name, that you use at work, and on envelopes, and in hypothetical coffee shops. Your real name.

It takes every bit of emotional regulation you can muster not to spiral into a full blown panic right then and there because good God, did He send a child to finish you off? The cruel irony is not lost on you. Come to think of it, this boy on your doorstep does bear an uncanny resemblance to-

“My name is Jason Todd,” the boy continues. “And uh… well, I might be your son?”

He could be lying, the logical part of your brain insists. This could be a ploy to get you to open the door, don't open the door! But your hands are moving on their own, shakey as they may be. The first lock twists unlocked with ease, the second takes a fair bit more of your fine motor function, and by the time your shaking hands reach up to unhook the chain on the door, you're struggling to see through unshed tears. You attempt once, twice, three fucking times to get your hands to cooperate and unlatch the damn chain.

Fuck it.

You open the door, yanking it inwards, towards yourself as hard as you can. It should probably unnerve you that the flimsy chain breaks at the first sign of real resistance, but that's not what's important right now.

What's important is the boy standing before you- your boy. Your Jason.

He looks as surprised as you feel, his eyes flitting between the broken chain, and you.

For a long moment the only thing you can do is look at him, reacquaint yourself with the sight of him. Of course, you know that he did not stay frozen in time, the way your memory of him is. It's been many years since you've held that babbling toddler. But knowing and seeing are two different things.

He's small for his age, is your first thought. Your own fault, you're certain. Between a premature delivery and your own malnourishment during that first trimester, it's a miracle he'd survived in the first place. Small, but well fed. His cheeks are full and flushed. Despite his size, he seems healthy. Good. That means Will's been feeding him. Hopefully, it means they got the hell out of The Alley, into a nicer neighborhood.

His hair isn't as curly as you'd pictured it- too short in most places to hold a curl, save for his bangs, which seem to almost form the shape of a heart over his forehead.

“Jason?” You can barely manage to say his name through the lump in your throat. You find yourself suddenly struggling to focus your gaze on him, the haze of tears welling up in your eyes makes it difficult to see. You try to blink them away but instead they roll down your cheeks.

God, when's the last time you cried?

You reach out to him, cupping one of his cheeks in the palm of your shaking hand. He leans into the affectionate touch, and you're reminded of puppies, overeager and seeking love at every opportunity.

“Mom,” he says back to you, his tone just as reverent as your own. “Mom,” he says again, voice crackling. And then, in unison, the both of you have pulled each other into a crushing hug. You can't tell if the sound you make is a sob or a laugh. You hold onto Jason like he'll vanish into the ether if you loosen your hold for even a second, one hand clutching at the back of his sweatshirt, the other at the back of his head, petting his hair as he buries his face in your neck.

Finally, at long last, your heart is home.

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[dollishmehrayan]

# “MRS. WAYNE I THINK THIS IS FOR YOU!” ── .✦ ( bruce wayne wife headcannons )

a/n: this was request by a anon (here) so yeah but anyways I Lowkey used to be OBSESSED with like batmom stories but like I genuinely then lost all care for liking anything bruce wayne but this might just like help me (jason todd girly converts into a batmom Stan😭) tags: (bruce wayne x fem!reader)

CHAOTIC HEADCANNONS ── .✦

“No, Bruce. That’s Not a Normal Thing to Do.”

You frequently have to remind him that billionaire habits don’t translate to normal life.

Bruce: “I thought I’d buy out the café you like so you wouldn’t have to wait in line.”

You: “Bruce, we’re just getting lattes. Calm down.”

The expensive car Dilemma: He’s tried picking you up in one of his expensive cars once, and you’ve never let him live it down.

“Bruce, we’re not running a car dealership we’re going to Target.”

Tech Mishaps: Bruce likes to show off his gadgets, but they always malfunction around you. Once, the Batcomputer locked him out because you accidentally spilled coffee near it. You took a picture of his shocked face and made it your phone wallpaper for weeks.

The Disastrous Cooking Attempts: Bruce insists he can cook. The truth? Alfred banned him from the kitchen after he tried to “surprise” you with pancakes and set the stovetop on fire.

“I’m Batman, but I can’t handle pancake batter.”

OVERPROTECTIVE HUSBAND™ ── .✦

He’ll interrogate any new friends you bring around like they’re suspects in a heist.

Bruce, shaking someone’s hand firmly: “And what do you do for a living?”

You, glaring: “Bruce, they’re not applying to join the Justice League.”

GOSSIP FINAL BOSS ── .✦

He pretends not to care about gossip, but he secretly listens to you rant about gala drama. Sometimes, he’ll even chime in with hilariously accurate observations.

You: “That woman was glaring at me all night.”

Bruce: “Because she kept seeing her husband looking at you’re instagram posts. Trust me, Alfred told me.”

ROMANTIC HCS ── .✦

Constant Gentleman Mode: Bruce is always opening doors for you, carrying your bags, or pulling out your chair. You tease him about being old-fashioned, but it’s clear he loves taking care of you.

Private Dance Lessons in the Manor: When you’re stressed, Bruce will put on some music in the empty ballroom and sweep you into an impromptu dance. He’s a surprisingly good dancer, but the way he looks at you mid-spin? That’s what makes your heart race.

Personal Love Notes: Bruce doesn’t text much, but he leaves little handwritten notes around the house.

“Don’t forget, you’re the best part of my day.”

“Coffee’s ready downstairs. So is your husband, who can’t stop thinking about you.”

The ‘I’m Watching You’ Look: At galas, Bruce can’t stop staring at you. When you catch him, he gives that little smirk that says, Yeah, you caught me, but I’m not sorry.

Soft Batman Moments: Even in the Batcave, he has moments where he’s just your Bruce. When he sees you waiting up for him late at night, he’ll silently take off his cowl, walk over, and hold you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

Protective, but Not Controlling: He worries, of course, but he respects your independence. If you’re ever in trouble, though, the Bat is out faster than you can blink. “No one touches my wife.”

Gift Giving Expert: He puts serious thought into gifts. One time, he recreated your childhood bedroom in the manor when you were feeling homesick. “I just wanted you to feel at home,” he said, completely nonchalant.

The Morning Ritual: He wakes up early to watch you sleep for a few minutes (in the least creepy way possible) because it’s his quiet reminder of how lucky he is. When you stir awake, he presses a kiss to your forehead and whispers, “Good morning, love.”

Subtle Public Affection: In public, his affection is subtle—hand on the small of your back, thumb grazing your hand, or an almost imperceptible wink across the room. But behind closed doors? He’s all cuddles and kisses.

Always Puts You First: Whether it’s cutting a patrol short to spend time with you or risking everything to keep you safe, Bruce’s priority will always be you. “The city can wait. You can’t.”

MIX OF CHAOS AND ROMANCE ── .✦

When Bruce tries to be romantic but Alfred bringing him back to reality: Bruce, holding your hand: “You’re the light in my dark world.”

Alfred, walking in: “Sir, you said that to the last woman, too. Shall I fetch your script?”

You once jokingly wore a bat-symbol T-shirt to tease him. Bruce didn’t say anything, but later that week, he wore a matching shirt that said, “I <3 My Wife.”

[silly-thinkings]

Batmoms biggest "fan"

A small thing that I wrote and completed a long while ago. I decided to go back to school and I'm now getting the hang of everything. enjoy this story wherein- You (fem batmom reader) have a sort of fanclub. This fanclub however has the rest of the family on edge. and your sons do something about it :)

You frown as you took a bite of of your food. You were stood up… by your own husband of all people. At a nice restaurant that he chose.

For a mission that he won’t even tell you the details about. That of course didn’t stop you from indulging in the food and wine that you’ve eaten multiple times. The people around you looked at you with the occasional whispers in between. But you didn’t mind. In fact, with the way you were eating it might as well been a night for Y/N Wayne to be by herself.

The waiter approached the table with a sheepish smile “the bill Miss Wayne.”

You gave him a smile that make even those who despise you blush . You pull out your purse and place cash in the folder, followed by the Bruce’s black card. The server Looked at you confused.

“The black card is for the bill. The cash is your tip.” You say with a wink.

“F-five hundred dollars” he shook his head in disbelief “I can’t accept this.”

You tilt your head to the side “why not? Is it not enough?” You look at his name tag before your phone rang. “You’ve done an excellent job today Jared. Please, accept the tip.”

Jared slowly nodded his head as he return to the back. You check the caller ID and smile “hey hey bird. What’s up?”

On the other end was your second eldest Jason Todd. Slowly he’s been talking to you more as of late. Which brings you joy, the last thing you’d want is for any of your boys to cut you off of their life over Bruce’s actions. Lord knows how hard you try to have both your eldest socialize within the family.

“Nothing much. You free?”

You look around the restaurant “not necessarily. Decided to get some dinner.”

“Where B?”

“Out. He’s busy tonight.”

There was a pause on the other line “right…”

The waiter returned with the card and you signed the receipt . You grabbed your belongings and left the establishment. “So, when’s the next time I get to see you?”

Unbeknownst to you, the very son you were on the phone with stood atop the apartment across from the restaurant.

“I don’t know Ma. I’m on a very important case right now.” Jason said pressing a pair of binoculars watching you intently.

“Hmmm. Well don’t stay out for too long. Honestly, you and your father act the same way when you’re working in a case.”

Jason moved his binoculars slightly behind you. He noticed the waiter watching you from one of the restaurant windows whilst holding a pair of white gloves. Your gloves, you must’ve forgotten them.

“Uh huh. Text me when you get home. Stay safe Ma.”

You look down at your phone slightly shaking your head. You place the phone back into your purse before raises your had at the passing taxi’s.

~Meanwhile~

Jason continued to watch both you and the waiter. It was only after you getting into a taxi that he put all his focus on the man in the restaurant.

Jason heard some shuffling behind him causing him to roll his eyes “Ya know, if you just want a hug you can totally ask.” The man announced his presence with a preppy tone.

Jason grunted “go away Dickhead, I’m busy.”

“No, it looks like you’re stalking mom.” Dick crossed his arms “what are your doing Jay?”

“Working. What are YOU doing? Shouldn’t you be in bludhaven? Doing police work.” Jason quipped as he watched the waiter put Y/N’s gloves in his pockets before returning to work.

“I’m… also working right now.”

Jason finally turned to face his older brother “so you know.”

Dick nodded “Babs has mom’s taxi being traced as we speak. Tim is also tailing the thing.”

Jason took a deep breath before turning around facing the restaurant. Five months, as far as Jason knows, his mother Y/N Wayne has been stalked by a group for five months. And it only seems to be getting worse. Word around the streets is that there’s a twisted fan club. A fan club that is too infatuated with the lady of the Wayne household. And the only way a person can be initiated into the group is by meeting Y/N Wayne.

“Jay. I know you know Bruce is working on this case. Why not join him instead of doing it alone.”

Jason scoffed “please, Bruce will just put the mastermind in jail. And then what? Tell me, are you comfortable with mom having stalkers trying to get to her any chance they get?”

Dick didn’t respond, which cause Jason to laugh “exactly. That man did nothing when I died. I’m not taking that risk. Not when my Mom is involved.”

Jason noticed the waiter walk out of the establishment and hastily walked towards a dark ally. Jason put his helmet back on “if you want to help, stay out of my way.” Jason, dressed as redhood Jumped down from the building to follow the man.

Dick watched as his brother followed the guy.

“You know he’s going to need some backup right?” He heard Barbra in his ear piece.

“Maybe he’s hungry.” Dick flipped off the building befit grappling the next one. Following his brother.

~~~~~

You arrive to the manor and went straight to the cave. “Bruce! Bruce Wayne show yourself right now!” You yelled into the void it seemed. Bats fluttered about as your husband dressed as Batman turned in his seat. He got up and walked towards you

You pointed a finger at him “you stood me up.”

Bruce rose his hands in surrender “I can explain.”

“It better be good. Because ain’t no way I went to your favorite restaurant only to be looking like a goof ball all alone. The gossip news shows are going to have a field day with this one.”

Bruce didn’t say anything. How could he, on the one hand he’s been trying to figure out who’s actively hunting you down. While on the other hand, he did use you for bait. And that he’ll have no problem taking to the grave.

“Bruce, talk to me. You and the kids have been tense lately. Is the world ending again?” You ask stepping closer to Bruce. You knew his actions were for a reason, but after years of dealing with this kind of thing, it’s starting to bug you slightly.

Bruce finally felt defeated. “You remember Dom? Dom rosenbloom from highschool?”

You giggled “of course. I’ve always found him sweet. Wonder what he’s up to.”

“He’s stalking you” Bruce said bluntly.

Your mouth hung open shocked by the sudden declaration “what? H-how?”

Bruce takes your hand and walks you to the computer. He pulled up multiple videos of this man following you at every instance. Galas, work, the gym, even at the supermarket.

“Bruce. Why didn’t you say anything’s“ you gasped before slapping his shoulder “you used me as bait.”

Bruce smiled slightly. Your tone was most definitely playful given the situation. “I might’ve”

You squeezed Bruce’s hand making him face you. His armored chest rising and falling slowly. You look up into his eyes. He then returned the gesture by placing one of his gloved hands on your face. “On a serious note Honey. You’re in danger so lay low for me alright.”

You nod your head. Your fingers dancing along his chest “That’s still not an excuse to stand me up.” You say standing up on your tippy toes before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. You turn and began ascending the stairs. “I’ll be more carful from now on Bruce. Now… Could you at least join me in the bath~ I think that’ll make up for your silliness.”

Bruce looked at the time then back at you. “It’ll be my pleasure Mrs.Wayne”

~~~

Jason followed the waiter to a run down school. He loaded his gun before stealthily walking into the building.

“Rubber bullets?” Nightwing chirped beside him.

Jason swung his arm around pointing the gun at his brother “keep it up and I’ll use real ones. Just for you.” Jason scoffed “you’re a pain in the ass”

“Not as big of a pain at that one over there.” Dick pointed to the other side of the building. Damian dressed as Robin snuck in through a window before disappearing.

Stressed Jason put the gun away “Wheres his adult.” He said before the two followed the tween down the hall.

~~~

“My brothers! We are gathered here today to honor a priced relic. Mrs.Wayne’s gloves.”

A group of people gathered in the abandoned schools gymnasium. Y/N’s belonging from shoes, jewelry, even discarded hair products were put up on display. Ooo’s and ah’s can be heard from the crowd making Tim feel sick to his stomach. Before he hacked into the building lighting grid gunshots fired. Tim massaged his temple, there was only one other person he can think of that doesn’t have his kind of finesse.

“Alright. Which one of you is the leader?” Red hood parted the crowed of people as he pointed the gun at the man on stage.

Tim moved his head side to side before jumping down from his hiding spot. Knocking out one of the stage guards.

The man attempted to run on the other side but was stopped my a smaller Robin. Damian kicked the guard in the gut before crossing his arms.

The leader’s face turned red with embarrassment “What is the meaning of this. I , Dominic rosebloom will have all of you- ”

“Pfffft I’m sorry. Rose bloom? That’s your name.” Nightwing appeared from behind Redhood who still had the gun pointed at Dominic. “You were bullied weren’t you.”

Dominic opened his mouth to say something but Tim pulled out his laptop. “Actually yes. According to sources Y/n Wayne was his only friend throughout his high school years. Then uhh… Bruce Wayne stole her from him. Gross… anyway You guys didn’t know that?”

“Tsk what does it matter. Let’s settle this quickly. I have something important attend to.”

****

The sun shone through the silk curtains of your bedroom. Normally you’d wake up in bed alone but your husband laid next to you scrolling through his phone. He chuckled slightly before showing you what he was reading.

“Dominic RoseBloom found guilty for harassing and Stalking Mrs.Wayne”

The picture provided was a grown man left out in the open with heart underwear and a dunce hat on.

“No… who would humiliate him like that.” You say pressing a hand over your mouth.

Bruce look at the picture further, he noticed a green cape in the bottom of the photo “our children.”

[battymommastuff]

The One I was Meant to Find

Batmom x Batman, Batmom x Batfamily

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

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

You can swallow fire, you've practically flown through the hair....You've performed in front of millions from age eighteen. You felt like you could handle anything the world threw at you....

Until you entered the Upper district of Gotham City a week after being taken in by Bruce Wayne. The part of the city full of the most lavish, and expensive stores. So many name brands that you only ever dreamed of wearing. Not even Haly himself could afford such luxuries, and he owned the circus. Bruce insisted that he bring you to this part of the city to shop for your new wardrobe. He planned on buying outfits, dresses, shoes, jewelry, perfumes, and anything else you could never need. You tried to convince him to just take you to a thrift shop or some random outlet, but he only looked at you as if you spat on his shoes. 

So here you were, standing in front of a store that you had no business being in. Little did you know, you would be walking into these stores as if you were walking through your home in the future. All in due time...

Bruce enjoyed a cheap glass of champagne while you were given dress after dress to wear. Since your method of employment was no longer safe, he planned on hiring you as his assistant until you were safe to find your own career path. You stepped out in a dark blue dress that fit a little big on you, "Bruce, you really don't have to do this...I mean a thousand dollars for a dress? I'm sure we can find something similar for a cheaper price." You said while holding the price tag. He frowned, standing up from his seat. He walked over to you and inspected the price tag for himself. 

He turned you around so you were facing the mirror, "I think it looks wonderful on you." Bruce said with a smile. He moved your hair to the side so he could zip up the rest of the dress and rested his hand on your hip. You both decided to put off the facade of being a couple while in public. Subtle touches like this were going to happen, but he didn't go too far with it, "I could buy this entire store if I wanted to." He whispered into your ear. A shiver went down your spine, and you bit your lip softly. You knew Bruce Wayne was rich, but just how rich was he? Obviously he was rich enough to keep up his lifestyle as Batman. You turned around, not realizing just how close the two of you were. 

Have you ever had that feeling? That feeling that you were looking at someone you knew? As if you'd been with them a thousand life times. That's what you felt when you looked into his eyes. It was as if your souls found each other once again. You knew the theory of the multiverse from one of the clowns in the circus, he loved conspiracy. The thought of you and Bruce being together in different universes made you giggle a bit, "What's so funny?" He asked, his hand still resting on your waist. 

"Nothing at all, Mr. Wayne." Bruce rolled his eyes then back away from you. You only called him that to be a tease. You two often found yourselves teasing one another. Which is why Alfred was very happy to have the both of you out of the house...so he can be free of the thick tension for a few hours. Now you were walking downstairs to the batcave, dressed in one of your new nightgowns. Tonight was one of those nights where you felt unsafe. Truly, you never felt safe. You knew there were eyes on you outside of Wayne Manor. The only place you felt safe was right by Bruce's side...or Batman's at this time of night. 

"You should be asleep." Batman said as he typed away on the batcomputer. It made you think of the night he rescued you, "You have a busy day tomorrow, and I'm sure your boss wouldn't be happy with you being tardy." He joked then turned to look at you. He could tell instantly that you were scared. He understood the fear. After his parents were murdered, he would be up all night in fear of their murderer coming back to finish him off. Living life having to constantly look over your shoulder was no life to live. Without a word, he stood up while removing his cape. The surprisingly light material was draped over your shoulders to keep you warm. He wasn't going to make you leave. If you felt safe around him, then you could stay. Still in silence, you sat down on a stool next to a table lined with gadgets. You hadn't the faintest clue of what any of them were, but they looked very dangerous. 

Was it strange? That you could picture your life like this? By his side, helping him on his quest for Justice. The Manor already felt like home. More so than the circus ever did. That feeling came back again. The one where you felt as if you've been through this before. As if every choice you've ever made led to this very moment. Led you to Bruce. 

"Do you believe in soulmates?" 

"No." 

Your mouth formed an O shape and you awkwardly nodded. That might have been a question for Bruce Wayne not Batman. You learned quickly that the two were vastly different people. Bruce almost felt like the mask while Batman was truly who he was. Sometimes you saw a mix of the two...which you favored. 

"Y/N. I'm not someone you can love. My life and what I do will only bring you more danger, you will never live the happy life you deserve to live. I can never make you happy, and can never give myself to you fully. I'm sorry." 

Being rejected before the first move was ever made never felt good. You felt your heart shatter at the same time that your eyes began to water, "R-Right...I was dumb to ever think otherwise." You said while sliding down from the stool, "Goodnight...Batman." You whispered and swiftly left the batcave, passing Alfred who instantly noticed the tears falling from your eyes.  He could only shake his head as he made his way down the stone steps. 

"Lying to yourself and to her will only make it worse, Master Wayne." Alfred said as he set down a fresh cup of tea next to Batman. Nothing was ever openly spoken, but it was obvious that Bruce and Batman both had feelings for you. Everything about you just drove him insane. He never believed in soulmates until he met you. He never thought that there could be anyone in this world made for him. Yet there you were, and it terrified him. How could he ever keep you safe? Once his enemies knew of you, you were going to be the target. The Court was already going after you, but he had so many more that would love to watch him hurt. He knew if he let himself care for you, it would only end with him losing you. 

And he couldn't lose you....

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧(?) 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 (but patience).

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A small collection of stories like Batmom! Scarlet Witch as a mother for her children, unintentionally but not by accident, and how it started all with each one.

Being a member of the Wayne family comes with its quirks.

Being Bruce Wayne's wife has twice the quirks when you consider your husband's nocturnal activities, and it's this second category of quirks that usually concerns you the most.

Or at least that's what you thought would happen when you married him. But, even with being a retired vigilante yourself and already knowing everything that Bruce was Batman implied, it turned out that the other side of the coin was the one that began to bother you the most.

¿Your husband goes out every night dressed as a giant bat and comes back just before the sun rises?

No problem, you handled that like a champ.

¿The city press, who are desperate to know about the woman who finally put Gotham's prodigal son off the market and how the marriage goes every moment of every day?.

Yeah, you hadn't been ready for that.

Over time you got used to the drama and the questions, it helped that you could read their minds before they asked the question for your response planning. But there was one question that haunted you from the first official gala you and Bruce attended after the wedding (which was less than two weeks after the wedding, by the way): ¿When are you going to be pregnant? ¿When do you plan to have a child? ¿Can we soon expect ball gowns to become looser for a bulging belly with a Wayne heir?

And so, on and on, for infinity.

The answer had been maybe or someday, considering that they were both of you still young and in no rush.

In truth, tho, you two had never really considered the possibility of having children. Bruce didn't feel fit to be a father for many reasons. And the possibility of you passing your powers to a biological child was too high to risk. So it was never a card on the table to have children together when you got married, and you both were fine with that. There were talks about adopting as a possibility, but far in the future, like it was almost like a fantasy you two knew that would probably never happen anyway.

But then, things happened…

ACT ONE: a boys tale.

chapter one is Richard “Dick” Grayson

chapter two is Jason “Jay” Todd

chapter three....... (coming soon)

chapter four....... (coming soon)

chapter five....... (coming soon)

ACT TWO: is a girl's world.

chapter six....... (coming soon)

chapter seven....... (coming soon)

chapter eighth....... (coming soon)

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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

BATMAN/ BATFAMILY MASTERLIST

*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

BRUCE WAYNE/ BATMAN

I Can't Protect You Anymore (Batman X Daughter!Reader)

Turning Into Jason (Bruce Wayne X Daughter!Reader)

Teleportation Help (Bruce Wayne X Daughter!Reader)

Forgotten Birthday (Bruce Wayne X Daughter!Reader)

Finding Identities (Bruce Wayne X Teen!Reader)

Independence (Bruce Wayne X Male!Teen!Reader)

Dick And Jason's Friend (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader

Addicton To Fear (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader)

Happy Anniversary (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader)

DICK GRAYSON/ NIGHTWING

Plan PDA (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2/ Pt 3

Movies And Plans (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader)

Telling Truths (Dick Grason X Male!Reader)

Loathing To Love (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader)

Seeing An Unwanted Face (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader)

Escaping Joker (Dick Grayson X Fem!Reader) *TW

Hating Your Presence (Dick Grayson X Fem!Reader)

Betrayed (Dick Grayson X Reader)

JASON TODD/ RED HOOD

MIA (Jason Todd X Male!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Just An Accident (Jason Todd X Male!Reader)

Sleeping Over (Jason Todd X Male!Reaer)

Never Forgotten (Jason Todd X Male!Reader)

Serving Revenge (Jason Todd X Male!Reader)

Practically Together (Jason Todd X Male!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Help Through Change (Jason Todd X Reader)

Selina's Kitten (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Meeting The Family (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Quoting Shakespeare (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Nightmares (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Jason's Partner's Sacrifice (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Opposing Ego (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Shut Up! (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Protecting Children (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Wrong Apartment (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Staying Home (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Under The Mask (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Normalcy In Chaos (Jason Todd X Brother!Reader)

Anxieties (Jason Todd X Sister!Reader)

TIM DRAKE/ RED ROBIN

You're More Important (Tim Drake X Reader)

Childhood Promises (Tim Drake X Male!Reader)

DAMIAN WAYNE/ ROBIN

Trust Takes Time (Damian Wayne X Batmom!Reader)

A New Member Of The Family (Damian Wayne X Sister!Reader)

Secret Friendship (Damian Wayne X Fem!Reader)

Meeting On Rooftops (Damian Wayne X Fem!Reader)

Similar Suffering (Damian Wayne X Fem!Reader)

Needing To Move (Damian Wayne X Reader)

Longing At Galas (Adult!Damian Wayne X Male!Reader)

ALFRED PENNYWORTH

Needing A Cheer Up (Alfred Pennyworth X Fem!Reader)

BATFAM

Lost Control (Batfam X Fem!Reader)

A Part Of The Family (Batfam X Fem!Reader)

Nothing Said (Batfam X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt2

Hanging Criminals (Batfam X Brother!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

New Sister (Batfam X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Much Loved Sister In Law (Batfam X Fem!Reader)

Walking Home (Batfam X Deaf!Batson!Reader)

Little Daredevil (Batfam X Blind!Batsis!Reader)

Being Bruce' First Bio Son And You're Developing Relationship With Damian Would Include...

Date With A Girl (Batfam X Batsis!Reader)

Birthday Blues (Batfam X Male!Reader)

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Upcoming Fanfics! - 10/4/24

Posting this early!

Here are some of the fanfics that are going to be posted in the upcoming months! (There is a poll below if you want to vote for the one that you are most excited about).

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Here are just some of the upcoming fanfics... I've got to keep some of them a surprise. (Sorry about my terrible summaries!)

This Is Halloween - Bruce Wayne X Female Reader/Batmom X Batfamily - DC Comics/Batman

Summary: You convince Damian into dressing up for Halloween.

2. Playing With Fire - Cooper Adams X GN Reader - TRAP

Summary: After Cooper Adams' divorce, he later meets you, and he's not the only one that has secrets...

3. The Words Upon Your Lips - Jaime Reyes X GN Reader - DC Comics/Blue Beetle

Summary: Jaime loves to say sweet things to you in spanish, not knowing that you can understand him.

4. Whirlwind - Tyler Owens X Female Reader - Twisters

Summary: You and Tyler go through a whirlwind of emotions. Oh, what a simple tornado can do to unleash some hidden feelings.

5. Halloween Cookies - Beetlejuice X Female Reader - Beetlejuice The Musical

Summary: Beetlejuice really wants to go to your friend's Halloween party, though you are a bit worried that Beetlejuice will dish out more tricks than treats...

6. Against The Spiderverse - Miguel O'Hara X Female Reader - MCU/Spiderverse

Summary: You never thought there were more Spider-people out there, until you met Miguel O'Hara.

7. The Perfect Paradox - 10th Doctor X Female Reader - Doctor Who

Summary: You love your perfect life, but maybe it's too perfect?

8. Battlezone - Ken (Ryan) X GN Reader - Barbie Movie

Summary: When you decided to take Ken to play laser tag with you, maybe you should've told him what laser tag was...

9. A Question Of Courtship - Kili X Female (Human) Reader (Requested) - The Hobbit

Summary: You never thought that joining your adoptive father on this journey would lead you to the love of your life.

10. The Weight Of Perfection - Otto Octavius X (Platonic) Female Reader (Requested) - MCU/Spider-Man

Summary: You've been struggling in college. You need to have perfect grades, only living off cups of coffee... Your professor, Otto, steps in to help.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Harpys Lament

by Nirvie Jason, Dick, Damian—all dead. Her sons, her heart, ripped away by Bruce Wayne’s endless crusade. On stage, she lays her grief bare, her song a sharp accusation meant for the man she can no longer forgive. But when he confronts her after the performance, guilt and blame collide in a storm of raw emotion. She demands the man she married back, not the Batman who took everything from her. He tries to leave—because what if he’s too broken to save what’s left? (Inspired by the song ; Harpy Hare) Words: 2014, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman (Movies - Nolan), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain Relationships: Bruce Wayne/Reader, Bruce Wayne/You, Bruce Wayne/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: batmom, Angst, Death, Grief, Love, Hate, Confrontation, declaration, Pardon, Forgiveness via https://ift.tt/TBxFKvA

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

can we have a part 2 for this where the kids correct batmom's birth giver when she says "You're not a parent you wouldn't understand" not sure if you do part twos if you don't I'm sorry

{Spoilers Redacted}

I'll usually write a part two as long as it isn't tagged that there is no part two

[yahtos]

tagged by @toooldforthisbutstill for a “15 questions, 15 mutuals”, thank you batmom!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

not my first name nah, but the second and third ones, yep :)

2. When was the last time you cried?

two days ago lmao, thought i was doing better but nay

3. Do you have kids?

depends if my friends roman and leah are in the same room, in which case yes i do. if not, then nope

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

it happens, but sarcasm works best when used sparesly imo

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

i used to ride horses as a kid. did about a year of fencing/light saber fighting, then about a year of roller dancing and i liked those well enough but i've started doing competitive laser tag last september and it's the BEST fucking sport i've practiced so far. it's so much fun and the guys are all so much fun to hang out with. it would have been the first sport i did more than one year of had i not decided to fuckk off to australia for a year. the timing is so bad and it's killing me inside a lot more than people think. but yeh, laser tag is where it's at. i have practice in half an hour

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

their sense of humor, how they laugh and treat people around them, whether they know them or not. physically though, it would be their smile and their laugh

7. What’s your eye colour?

dark green in the center and brown on the outside. kind of a weird mix of these specific colors

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

BOTH

9. Any special talents?

nah, i'm kind of average everywhere tbh. deffo a jack of all trades, master of none type situation. i am good at talking to people and just being friends with everyone. it comes very easily to me

10. Where were you born?

Same city I live in, somewhere in northern france

11. What are your hobbies?

running, sporting, going out, a bit of drawing sometimes, the occasional movie or tv show although not so much anymore. it bores me to stay inside now

12. Do you have any pets?

i wish. i want a dog. i have plants.

13. How tall are you?

not much

14. Favourite subject in school?

History and english

15. Dream job?

dunno. one with good hours so i can do stuff on the outside. but i'd like to be in charge of some projects, that have to do with art or culture. organize some events or the like

thanks!! and i tag @graduatedpillowmonster @lespetitestortuesdemer @jamiebythesea and whoever wants to do it

[kimberly-spirits13]

What Dick is Like During Exam Week

bruce wayne x batmom

Is it normal for two college kids to adopt a small child

• No

• But that’s besides the point

• You and Bruce are at the circus when it all happens that night and immediately decide to take Dick in

• Since you’re both over 18 it’s legal and that’s just what it was

• Dick has some abandonment issues I think we can all agree on this

• So when it’s time that the two of you are off at school, you’re either letting Dick tag along, or texting and calling him a lot so that he knows that you’re alright

• Exams are his least favorite thing about you two being in college

• You can’t communicate in any way with him for 2-3 hours at a time and he hates it

• There’s no telling what might happen during a math exam

• When you study, his either doing his own school work or sitting in your lap

• It makes him feel like a cool college kid when he’s doing work beside you and/or Bruce

• Even if that work is coloring in a justice league coloring book with his 120 pack of crayons with the sharpener

• His bed time schedule gets really thrown of during exam week since he’s not taking any naps or anything

• He’s always up late with you and Bruce after patrol since he wants to make sure that everything is going well

• Draws you pictures to keep you motivated

• When he thinks that you’re getting stressed he just piles into your lap and demands cuddles

• He sweetheart really

• If you and Bruce decide to head somewhere for a snack, you best believe that Dick is coming

• “Dick do you wanna-“ “YES OF COURSE”

• No privacy at all

• Dick is probably with you till you fall asleep in your’s a Bruce’s room so by the time you’re done studying for the night you just tuck him in between you two since you’re too tired to take him to his room

• Dick’s not complaining at all

• Dick also really likes to help quiz you if you need it

• It kind of frustrates him when there’s a really large word that he’s having trouble with

• You have to help him sound it out and then it’s not really quizzing is it

• When it’s finally exam day- bless this poor child

• He does not want you and Bruce to leave for so long where you can’t talk to him

• Of course he’s got Alfred but mom and dad #2 are leaving for an extended about of time with no contact

• You have to make a deal with him that you’ll FaceTime him with Bruce after every exam, text him before you take the first exam, and tell him that you’re coming home

• The four of you go out for pizza and ice cream after all of the exams are finished

• Rest for a week and then you, Bruce, and Dick head to Disney for a week to give Alfred a break

[watchtowerindistress]

we are not our demons (17/25) - bruce wayne x batmom

Author’s note: What can I say? Damian is veeeerrry competitive.

Let's see if you can detect the John Mulaney reference. It was pretty subtle, or not.

Writing that Bruce scene was harder than I anticipated - that dialogue and even setting up that scene. I think the theme of grief was hard to grasp because I wanted to do it justice and not like a half-hearted attempt. Damn it, that's what happens when you're watching Aaron Sorkin films and want to stay realistic. [Read more at the end.]

Beta-read by Heidi.

Words: 3.1k

Warning: grief

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You hate to feel like you’re being controlled, oh

Sorry if I squeeze too tight, I really hope you know

The reason I’m so scared to let you go, ooh, is

I’m gonna need something to hold on to

- Something To Hold on To by Emily Warren -

Nope, not in the Batcave.

Ellie shook her head when she encountered only Alfred’s back and a variety of work tools lined up in front of him when he tended to his duties as butler/caretaker/technician extraordinaire. He meant business, judging by the dark-gray work apron he was wearing.

She turned away and walked back to the elevator which would be leading her up to the ground level. There was no real urgency to find Bruce. Ellie was mostly curious about his whereabouts when her contemplative thoughts were enclosed with the non-existing sound from the elevator.

Enthusiastic murmurs extended to her ears as soon as the intended floor was revealed to her. The commotion grew more distinct the closer Ellie tread to the living room.

“I’m gonna kill you, Grayson!”

“Yeah, right. You’re still behind. I’d like to see you try.”

Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the gaming console switched on, with the colorful and familiar racing environment of Mario Kart 8 running on the flat screen.

Ellie’s eyebrows rose at the moment she was witnessing. Dick and Damian sat on the couch—both furiously pushing the buttons on their control pads—while Tim couldn’t be bothered with their theatrics. He was reading a gray-hued book in the armchair which was located crookedly on the right side of the couch.

Ellie crossed her arms, focusing on Damian’s character throwing a banana peel behind him and hitting Dick off the meadow track.

“Ugh, stop with your … frigging bananas, Damian!”

Damian’s eyes were gleaming with madness. “Never! Just choke on them and despair,” he cackled.

“Having fun, guys?”

Dick’s eyes stared right ahead when he answered, “Eh, Damian’s a cheat. Does that answer your question?”

His youngest brother rolled his eyes, snorting. “You knew what you were in for, Grayson. Why don’t you just lie down and let me drive over your corpse, huh?”

Ellie’s eyes widened at Damian’s idea of trash talk. “Oh my.”

“Oh really? See those cows on the track? You know what I’m gonna do? I’m going to buy a cow, place it in the Batcave and let it grow into a stunning creature. Then when you love it, and you can’t imagine your life without her, I’m going to make her an honorary member of this family, train her as a vigilante and let her take your place as Robin. How about that?”

With her lips pursing in utter bafflement, Ellie’s eyes met Tim who glanced up from his book. He voiced her thoughts. “They’ve been at it for hours.”

“Sounds like a stimulating conversation then,” Ellie mumbled softly.

Or more like an absurd form of trash talking.

“Do you know where Bruce is, by any chance?”

Dick paused the game as hesitation crossed over his face when he sent Damian a long glance. “Uh, why do you ask?”

Ellie’s eyes barely hid her mounting suspicion, especially after noticing Tim listened attentively. The same could be said for Damian tilting his head, although he didn’t give much away, other than the tension building in his shoulders.

Something was definitely in the air, Ellie contemplated, and put her hands on her waist. It looked like she was forced to play baseball. Or hardball. Whatever fitted the context.

Ellie banished that thought away as soon as it came before she turned back to the heart of the matter. “I asked first.”

Dick sputtered, “What can I say? Maybe Bruce is painting the town red. Not literally, of course. I mean, those days are behind him, to some extent. And it’s 10 in the morning—”

Ellie raised her eyebrows admonishingly. “Richard John Grayson—”

“Yes, ma’am?” Dick asked out of reflex and with reverence laced in his voice.

Damian’s game pad was clinging loosely in his left hand while the palm of his other hand shielded his face in utter embarrassment for being associated with his stepbrother in the first place.

“Anyone here willing to spill the beans?” Blinking slowly, Ellie waited patiently for one of them to crack.

Dick’s uncertain eyes roamed around when he spoke up, “Our dad’s … not here?”

Ellie hummed quietly and licked her lips. “I figured. Are you keeping secrets from me?”

“No?”

Damian wasn’t known for taking pity. One of the reasons why it astonished her so much when he replied, “Father is near the burnt-down premises of the old manor.”

“Uh huh,” she phrased it as a question, not yet getting the reason behind this strange secrecy of Bruce’s disappearance and his children backing him up.

Damian resumed, “He’s at the family mausoleum.”

Dick’s head whipped around in utter bafflement, a movement which prompted the younger boy to shrug his shoulders. “What? Father could never kill me. We’re family after all.” Damian was on the receiving end of expecting eyes shifting towards him. “You know what I mean, my blood lineage is flawless. I shouldn’t have to remind you.”

Ellie was still processing that tiny nugget of insight Damian just offered before Dick replied in return, “Sometimes you make it so hard to even like you, Damian.”

He shrugged, like he couldn’t care less about being favored in the emotional sense. An adorable frown twisted on his forehead. “Only sometimes?” he muttered under his breath.

Tim filled in the gaps. “It’s the anniversary of Bruce’s parents’ death.”

Exhaling loudly between her lips, she closed her eyes while throwing her head back. “Thomas and Martha Wayne.” Ellie’s eyes focused on nothing at all when she muttered, “Why didn’t Bruce think to tell me?”

Dick supported his arm on the back end of the couch and leaned towards her. “Usually, he wants to be alone. Don’t take it personally, alright?”

Profound anguish bubbled up inside her at the thought of Bruce having to go through that alone.

He pursed his lips and seemed to have discovered something in her sorrowful eyes, judging by his next words. “But … Bruce could use some company for this day. Who knows, maybe he’s going to appreciate you being there for him?”

Bruce’s insistence on not telling her in the first place came to mind, yet what she said was, “If you say so.” Her open palm hovered between them in an invitation. “Lead the way then.”

Dick walked backwards, keeping the manor in his sights and sustaining a mixed expression of reluctance and wit on his face. His hands were leisurely hidden in the pockets of his jeans. “I don’t know how to feel about leaving Tim with Damian.”

“Afraid he’s going to incite him to chaos and mayhem?” Ellie threw Dick an incredulous glance, willing to have some faith in Damian not to corrupt young Tim.

Dick sighed deeply, like that thought had secretly entered his mind. “More like Damian could corrupt him into experimenting on some pedophiles in that Bat-Lair.”

Ellie pursed her lips in real contemplation. “I’d actually like to see tha—” Dick’s raised eyebrow and brightening eyes made her instantly backtrack. “I mean, horrible. Absolutely bad idea.” She adamantly shook her head, letting wavy hair spin around her.

Dick’s snorting was complemented with a tilt of his lip corner. “Yeah, right. No wonder you two get along so well.”

Ellie shrugged, feeling the corner of her mouth twist into a shrewd and crooked gesture. “Something like that.” Brown eyes furtively roamed over the side of Dick’s face. Not knowing if Ellie should even mention what was going through her head, she still felt trepidation slowly rushing through her once her mouth opened. “I’m sorry about Babs.”

Dick’s head promptly turned at the mention of her name. His eyes barely focused on her, they just fixated on a spot near the ground while he hid his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “Yeah, me too.” A strained smile lingered on his lips as his head turned straight ahead, content not to look at her when he said it.

“You’re taking it pretty well. You barely seem fazed.” Ellie’s voice sounded almost hesitant; she was trying to at least get someone in this family to talk about their feelings.

Dick’s shoulders haphazardly rose and revealed some sort of indifference to how he was perceived. “Looks can be deceiving,” Dick said, with a casual air. They were walking for some time when out of nowhere, his body stepped in front of her. “What I don’t get is why she didn’t tell me.”

His outburst stunned her into unnerved silence. Dick’s blue-eyed stare was glowing fervently when waves of frustration rolled off of him. A crow cawing in the distance slightly added humor to the tense awkwardness she found herself in.

“Uh, probably too awkward for her. I think she used the word ‘complicated’.”

Dick snorted loudly and rolled his eyes. “So what? Why not add a dose of more complicated? Jesus, dude.” And with that, he shook his head and tread forward.

At the mention of Dick’s love-afflicted misery, Ellie smiled fondly at him. Feeling like they were kindred spirits in need of guidance in all questions of love. “We’re kind of a mess, aren’t we?” Her elbow playfully nudged his side—this tall child be damned.

Dick’s warm breath ghosted over her scalp when he hardly needed to lean down to reach her. Ellie felt touched at the sensation of his arm interlacing with hers, like she was his Victorian companion. Their bleak environment of the high grass and the trees, which had lost their leaves halfway, surrounded their path, like they were truly just taking a walk in the countryside. Ellie was filled with gratitude as she leaned against his side.

“Oh please, your Bruce-related issues don’t even count as issues. Not by a long shot.”

She was begging to differ, since their initial issues had been spurred by their emotional mentality. In the end, she believed that all she needed was time to move past her obstacles of trust. Ellie craned her head back to gaze up at him. “Ditto. Try not to be too hard on yourself, Dick.”

He sighed deeply. “Easy for you to say. I messed it up with her years ago.”

A lop-sided smirk formed on her lips. “You know what they say, acceptance is one phase on the way to recovery.”

Ellie would associate the soft emotion in his eyes when they wandered into the distance with homesickness. “Maybe. One day.”

His pace slowed once the illustrious mausoleum appeared in the distance—a grim construction under the gray-blue skies and sitting next to the marble statues of weeping angels. The ‘Wayne’ name was inscribed underneath the roof, a scripture that seemed almost illegible with the moss growing on the rooftop and extending further.

Ellie exhaled, barely noticing how her fingers clenched on the cuff of Dick’s dark blue—almost black—wool overcoat to ward off the autumn breeze that rustled the trees and swept through her hair.

After coughing nervously, she brushed the strands away which had gone astray on her forehead. Ellie felt the raven-haired man’s concerned gaze on her face, kindling the side of her face.

“You okay?” Dick whispered with a barely audible voice.

Ellie’s wordless nod was coupled with her hand caressing his shoulder. “Thanks for showing me.”

His hands curled into the pockets of his jacket, already moving back. Dick’s thumb pointed in the direction of the path they just wandered on. “You know where to find me.”

Ellie tilted her head, sending Dick a teasing look. “At home? Ensuring that the boys haven’t flooded the place by now?”

His eyes widened at the mere idea before they narrowed again. “Please don’t make jokes about that. Ever.”

Taking pity on the guy, Ellie pressed her lips together to quench her budding smile. “Noted.” With a wave goodbye, she turned around and only heard Dick’s receding steps as he left her to her own quest.

It wasn’t really nervous energy rushing through her, with her stomach tensing or anything like that. To be honest, it felt like anticipation. Bruce seemed to do that every year—mourning his parents on his own, feeling content with it even. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t need someone to lessen the burden of grief.

Without knocking or notifying him of her presence, she twisted the handle and pushed against the heavy hardwood door. The squeaky noise echoing through the vast space made Ellie wince.

Especially when she heard Bruce’s haggard voice before she even saw him. “Not now, Dick, please. I’d rather be alone today.”

Ellie’s head careened around the corner, finally seeing him for the first time. Bruce was lingering in the shadows and stood between two graves. Bouquets of wildflowers adorned the inside of the jars by the engraved stones.

Dismay rose in her at the fact that she wasn’t wearing her glasses to decipher the inscription. She felt her eyebrows furrow when Bruce’s bowed head shielded his expression from her.

“Mind some company?”

Bruce whipped his head around at hearing Ellie’s cautious voice. His wide eyes only emphasized the shock he was experiencing from seeing her at his parents’ resting place.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be alone right now,” Ellie admitted in a whisper.

Bruce furrowed his eyebrows in deep contemplation as his body faced her head-on. “Who told—?” A frustrated sigh left him before he threw his head back with a low groan. “Ugh, Dick.” His hand brushed over the side of his face and exhaled loudly once he realized the person responsible who had babbled his secret.

Ellie closed the door behind her with finality, shrouding the crypt in dreary surroundings, except for the natural daylight streaming through the small arching windows. Ellie’s steps were guarded when she advanced into the sacred crypt. “I thought misery loved company?” She phrased as a question, hoping that her attempt at humor wasn’t that out of place. If anything, her sarcastic nature only intensified in situations where she didn’t know what else to say.

Bruce’s rigid shoulders tensed even further with his next inhaling breath. “I wouldn’t know. Maybe you should ask Kent.”

A confused frown scurried over her forehead. “Are we still talking about happy-go-lucky Clark Kent?” Her feet nudged forward until she was standing on Bruce’s right side, studying him with rapt eyes.

His hands hid in the pockets of his wool coat and his shoulders shrugged morosely. “You should see him when he’s not … celebrating Independence Day.”

Ellie’s befuddlement over the pause was pushed to the edge of her mind. “Okay.”

Her eyes met the inscription on the graves of Martha and Thomas Wayne—the year of 1981 marked as their death caught her eye.

Of course, anyone who grew up in Gotham and called it their home, knew of the infamous day when the golden couple was brutally murdered in Park Row—now dubbed Crime Alley. An event that only amplified the already prevalent criminality rate and extinguished any remnant of hope with their murder.

Her eyes met Bruce’s empty expression and hanging head. “You do this every year? Mourn the death of your parents all alone and without the presence of the others?”

Licking his lips, Bruce replied, “After a while I got used to the solitude I inflicted upon myself. Besides, I’m not the kind to ask for company.”

Ellie gnawed on her lower lip once she heard his confirmation. “If you want me to leave, you can tell me, you know?”

Bruce’s expression of incredulity made her heart swell. At least his loyalty, the need for her comradeship towards her always remained.

“We don’t even have to talk. I just want you to know that I’m here for you. I mean, I thought it’d be nice to talk about your parents. What were they like?”

Bruce’s long silence gave off the impression that he was going to keep quiet before he whispered with an almost unintelligible voice, “I barely remember their faces. It’s been over 30 years and my memory of them is getting hazier little by little.”

Ellie was listening intently while Bruce spoke wistfully, not wanting to interrupt him when he was so deeply engrossed.

“I recall my mother’s hair tumbling over her shoulders. The color of her eyes.” His jaw clenched at the mention when he reluctantly paused. “Martha Wayne was an elegant woman. Had a kind heart for being a socialite. My father was the polar opposite.”

His humored words brought a soft smile on both of their faces. “Rough around the edges.”

“How surprising for a Wayne,” Ellie retorted and tilted her head playfully until the waves of her hair fell like a cascade over her left shoulder.

The corner of his mouth tipped slightly. “He adored her. Loved her relentlessly.” His eyes softened as nostalgia settled over his features. His soft expression focusing on her stunned her into silence. Just imagining their love sounded like a dream.

“They were perfect.”

The fond memories Bruce had of his family reinforced the sentimental feelings Ellie felt rising in her. Being labeled as orphans never felt clearer than now. No wonder they seemed like kindred spirits.

In retrospect, she didn’t know if she would call the marriage of her parents a perfect union. If anything, she could only recall their screaming fests behind closed doors.

The total opposite of her Aunt Mallory and Uncle Nolan which was an appreciative relief to not having to walk on eggshells in the safety of their family. In the end, they were more her family than she could have ever hoped for, and she wanted Bruce to remember the worthwhile moments he shared with his parents.

Ellie turned her body until her eyes gazed up at his scruff. “Hold onto that memory. You may think your memory of them is waning, but it’s the little things that are important. The Wayne legacy won’t die with them. Remember,” her fingers carefully sneaked on the inside of the palm of his hand before they interlaced with his. His skin felt callused against hers, a sensation which awakened her senses.

Bruce’s eyes didn’t even glance down between them, instead they kept on dwelling on her with that piercing yet molten stare. One of his soul-searching abilities Ellie should have gotten used to by now.

“You’ve got a whole litter of Bat-kids at home. Without question, they’d stand behind you, no matter what.”

Despite the dreary mood, Ellie lips curled from witnessing Bruce’s wince at the mere mention of so-called Bat-kids.

He tolerated her playful acknowledgment, but chose to tighten his hold on her, exhaling deeply. His warm breath blew over her scalp and ruffled her fine hair. Content to merely bask in their shared silence.

A/N: Yay, first mention of Bat-Cow. I don't even even know if I'm going to include her, I just wanted to bring some easter egg/nostalgia. As I researched, I realized that Damian became a vegetarian the moment he met Bat-Cow, unlike my series, but I appreciate how he secretly adored animals and that's why he chose that eating lifestyle.

Dick's idea of trash talk was kinda inspired by Jane Lynch in Glee who didn't want to stoop to a cat-killing joke. Well, same here. I don't want to hurt Bat-Cow.

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[blackcupidangel]

Batmom Masterlist

One-shots

Hair conditioner leavin: Bruce takes it upon himself to do his daughter’s hair. Which turns into quite the lesson.

Motherhood: becoming a mother means loosing privacy and to Batmom she doesn’t mind at all.

She Knows: Dick thinks he can pull a fast one on you, but quickly learns nothing gets by you. Especially now that you’re a mother…his mother.

Things Batmom has said

Gif imagines

Bat-glare

Imagine going…

Imagine crashing a…

Imagine being friends…

TikToks/Memes that I find

Bruce Wayne: one l two l three l four l five

Batmom: one l two l three l four l five l six l seven l eight | nine

Batboys: one l two l three l four | five

Late Night Scenario Cuisine:

- Some scenarios that’s only a few sentences to read before bed. Feel free to send me your own created scenario to be added and posted to the this masterlist so we can Dream together 💞🥺. (If you send I will tag you for credits)

[toomanyrobins2]

First Cup of Coffee

Summary: Three moments between Tim and the love of his life

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Content warning: sickeningly sweet fluff

Notes: I'm sorry to anyone who's been tagged in this before, but I've been forced to start from scratch on this account and I'm going to be reposting all my old works

main masterlist // dc masterlist

Tim went in through the window of his apartment and was greeted by the sight of his girlfriend asleep on the couch. He smiled softly at her crazy, hair sprawled across the decorative cushions she had insisted on for their apartment. He scooped her up in his arms, wincing when his shoulder twinged, and carried her to their room.

After placing her on the bed, he peeled off his Red Robin suit. By the time he had pulled on sweatpants pants and he turned back to the bed, she was awake and staring at him. Neither of them said anything as Tim climbed into bed and pulled the covers over them. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in for a soft kiss. All the pain from the fights that night melted away when she ran her fingers through his hair. One thought was running through his mind, ‘Being with her felt like that first cup of coffee in the morning.’

They sat in the living room at Wayne Manor, along with the rest of the extended Bat Squad. They rarely got together like this and when they did, it was always an event. Today they were together to celebrate Batmom’s birthday. Everyone was crowded around the table and singing happy birthday completely off-key. Tim watched as she held Dawn, one of the Tornado Twins, and cooed at the small girl. One side of his lip quirked upwards at the sight of her with a baby. Jason followed his look and sighed, before clapping Tim on the shoulder, “My man, you are whipped.”

“Shut up, Todd. At least I can hold onto someone.” Jason just laughed at the lovesick eyes Tim continued to cast at his girlfriend.

“Is she aware that she is the second in your heart?“

Tim was confused, “Second?”

“Yeah, coffee will forever be first.”

“Being with her is like that first cup of coffee in the morning.” Jason snorted and along with that came what suspiciously sounded like whipped under his breath.

Tim walked into the kitchen and saw her there in his ratty, old shirt. He leaned against the doorframe and watched as she swung her hips and flipped pancakes. She danced to the music in her head, as she worked on Tim’s “surprise” birthday breakfast. Tim moved slowly, trying to remain hidden, until he wrapped his arms around her waist, making her jump. She groaned, “No, go back to bed. It’s supposed to be a birthday breakfast in bed.”

“Is there any coffee?”

She laughed and nodded as Tim burrowed his face into her hair, and breathed in the scent of his beloved beverage. He groaned softly and thought, ’God she evens smells like coffee.’ They stayed there for a moment before she kicked him out of the kitchen and back into the bedroom. He laid back in bed and waited for her to come back into their room. She placed the tray in front of him along with the newspaper and settled back into bed. She snuck a piece of toast from the tray and started to read the spread-out newspaper.

Tim sipped his coffee and stared at his girlfriend. Her stubborn, messy hair fell around her face as she read the paper. She constantly tried to push it behind her ear but to no avail. “Marry me.”

Y/N choked on her bite of toast and turned to Tim in surprise, “What?”

“Marry me.“

"But—but—what?”

Marry me. Be my wife. You’ll wear a white dress and I’ll even put on a tux. Marry me.“

She stared wide-eyed at Tim for what felt like forever. "Well?”

“What about a ring?“

“Is that a yes?”

“Of course, you idiot!”

She flung herself at Tim and kissed him soundly on the mouth. Tim pulled away and reached into the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a ring box. He opened it and slid the ring into her ring finger. She gave him one more peck, before rushing off to call the family and tell them the good news. Tim watched as she talked animatedly on the phone, pacing and gesturing with a huge smile on her face. At the moment, a thought popped into his head, 'Being with her was better than that first cup of coffee in the morning.’

[wallwriterstuff]

The Writings On The Wall

The most up to date masterlist for all the things I’ve written on this blog of mine. We’ll add more as we go! 

Italics = Headcanons

*If it’s in stars* = Preferences

Regular text = written fics 

Please watch for Trigger Warnings and NSFW tags as they may not be appropriate for everyone, view at your own discretion!

Batman:

Damian Wayne: 

When Silence is Deafening (Damian x Batmom)

Dick Grayson: 

What You Need (Dick x Reader) 

Super Stomachs (Dick x Reader)

Jason Todd:

My Weakness (Jason x Female Reader) NSFW

Only You (Jason x Female Reader) NSFW

There’s No Place Like Home (Jason x Female Reader) NSFW

Obey Me:

Only For A Night (Asmodeus)

The Necessity of Love (All Demon Bros)

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester: 

Dating Dean Would Include 

Untitled Pain (Dean x Female Reader)  - TW, this is about undiagnosed illness and has reader has moments of really low self-esteem, please read with caution!

Sam Winchester: 

Dating Sam Would Include

Castiel: 

Dating Castiel Would Include

Important Duties (Cas x Child!Reader)

Miscellaneous SPN: 

*Team Freewill and Holding Hands*

My Ghost (Adam x Female Reader) 

Sweet Things (Child!Dean x Reader x Child!Sam)

*Team Freewill and First Kisses*

*Team Freewill and First Dates*

Twilight: 

Emmett Cullen:

Dream A Little Dream (Emmett x Rosalie with a dash of reader)

Jasper Hale:

Thunderstorms (Jasper x Reader) TW, there is implied PTSD in this one

Alec Volturi: 

They Want Us To Burn 

Chalk Lines (Alec x Reader) Platonic!Mates

S’Language Lessons (Alec x Reader)

Forever Yours (Alec X Female Reader) TW, descriptions of injury and general themese of distress for the first half

Dating Alec Volturi Would Include 

A Little Trouble (Alec x Reader)

Dear Sister Part 1 (Alec x Female reader) 

Dear Sister Part 2 

Obsession (Alec x Female Reader) TW, Yandere Alec, emotional abuse, obsessive/possessive behaviour, implied non-con in the third part, gaslighting in part 2, and graphic descriptions of violence and injury in part 3

When You’re Lost I’ll Leave My Gaslight On - Part 2 to Obsession 

These Violent Delights - Part 3 to Obsession 

My Evil Twin.(Alec vs Jane)

Our Dearest Moments ||Alec Volturi x Reader|| 

All The Colours of The Rainbow ||Alec Volturi x Reader||

A First Time For Everything ||Alec Volturi x Hybrid Reader||

Demetri Volturi: 

The Little Ways You Say I Love You (Demetri x Reader)

Dating Demetri Would Include

 Part 2 to Dating Demetri 

Demetri Reacting to a Stimming Reader TW for anxiety and sensory overload 

Teeth (Demetri x Reader) TW for anxiety and biting

Control (Demetri x Reader) TW for panic attacks, anxiety and sensory overload

Found Family (Demetri x Female Reader) TW for mentions of anxiety and child endangerment 

Baby’s First Christmas (Demetri x Reader)

Little Rabbit (Demetri x Female Reader)

Still Learning (Part 2 to Little Rabbit)  

This Thing You Call Christmas (Demetri x Female Reader) TW for graphic descriptions of injury and torture

Venom Is Thicker Than Blood ||Demetri x Child!Reader|| TW for bad language, descriptions of death, violence and sexual abuse, the reader is a homeless youth

Little Red Riding Hood ||Demetri x SwanSister!Reader|| 

The Big Bad Wolf (Part 2 to Little Red Riding Hood) 

Felix Volturi:

Dating Felix Volturi Would Include 

Get it? ‘Cause You’re Old? (Felix x reader) 

Miscellaneous Twilight: 

From The Doorstep (Demetri x Child!OC)

        Anything You Can Do (Part 2 of From The Doorstep) 

It’s A Chore (Whole Guard)

Alec, Demetri and Felix With A Hybrid Mate

A Stitch In Time (Alec, Jane and Reader) TW, lots of angst, you will need tissues for this one

Sleepy Guards Headcanons

Heidi Volturi:

Ignorance Without Bliss NSFW

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Harpys Lament

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/TBxFKvA by Nirvie Jason, Dick, Damian—all dead. Her sons, her heart, ripped away by Bruce Wayne’s endless crusade. On stage, she lays her grief bare, her song a sharp accusation meant for the man she can no longer forgive. But when he confronts her after the performance, guilt and blame collide in a storm of raw emotion. She demands the man she married back, not the Batman who took everything from her. He tries to leave—because what if he’s too broken to save what’s left? (Inspired by the song ; Harpy Hare) Words: 2014, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman (Movies - Nolan), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain Relationships: Bruce Wayne/Reader, Bruce Wayne/You, Bruce Wayne/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: batmom, Angst, Death, Grief, Love, Hate, Confrontation, declaration, Pardon, Forgiveness read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/TBxFKvA