#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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[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

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Masterlist

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

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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[the-daydreaming-show]

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.

[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

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Tiny batmom! Adventures? please... why do I feel like she's just very cute and super creepy

Probably because she is 🤣

"Doctor Smith?"

Abbie looked up from her paperwork and smiled just slightly. Today must be a "don't see me" day. Your hoodie is several sizes too large and your jeans are torn- though Abbie can't tell if you distressed them- the frayed pieces dangling off the flared cuffs look like a trip hazard waiting to happen- or if you'd selected them that way.

"76," she said, "How can I help you?"

"Danya and Cooper said you wanted to talk to me."

"Oh right!" she said, adjusting her glasses. "Take a seat- Are you hungry? I've got-"

"Some water would be good," you murmur, looking away. Feeling uncomfortable. You'd been hiding. Reading. Working on getting better at it- Listening to an Audio book and following along in the big book. Tired of feeling stupid.

Abbie watched you, guard up and looking ready to bolt and nodded, getting you a bottle of cold water easily. She wasn't sure how to read you not eating if it was offered. It was possible, she supposed, that you were starting to realize you could eat whenever you wanted. Or perhaps you'd already eaten. But- you looked decidedly less waifish. Filling out just a little, your cheeks getting less hollow and your color was good. Medical had assured her that with time and vitamins, you could be made fit for training. And that was a comfort. "I wanted to talk to you about your name," she said.

"My name?" you pause the bottle half way to your mouth and frown. "I have-"

"76 is a number," Abbie said gently, "Not a name. We need something to put on your documents-"

"But why-"

"Because," she sighed, "you're not a heifer with a tag in your ear, 76. You're a person. And people need names."

You go very still and Abbie came around to kneel next to your chair, "What did your mother call you?" she asked, thinking that they could start there. She knew, from the interviews with a child psychologist that you named your baby. That mothers had 'secret' names for their children sometimes.

"76," you murmur. "If she had a name for me no one knew-"

"She's dead?"

"Left," you clarify. "That's what father's other wives said. She was full of devilment. Father was blinded and let her go- to recruit more soldiers. And she just never came back."

Abbie nodded slowly and patted your hand carefully. She couldn't imagine knowing her mother left her like that. She couldn't imagine having a baby in the jungle either. Or surviving long enough to get help- "Are there names you like?" she asked.

"Isn't one name as good as any other?" you ask shrugging. "It's just vanity and-"

"We'll pick you a nice name," Abbie said, getting to her feet. "Something that fits."

"Is that all Doctor?"

"Yes, 76," she said, "Thank-" And before she could dismiss you properly, you were gone. Scurrying back to wherever you'd been hiding.

And so Abbie picked up her phone, "Philip? Get me Danya and Cooper. And have Archives pull as many baby name books for girls as they can- No, you cretin. No one's pregnant. But I refuse to refer to our newest recruit as a number any longer."

[watchtowerindistress]

we are not our demons (21/24) - bruce wayne x batmom

Gif source: luke-skywalker

Author’s note: Initially, Helena's character wasn't supposed to show up in the last chapter, but I thought it'd be nice to have a reunion of both Sirens and Birds of Prey show up in the name of Babs. Ellie isn't supposed to take Catwoman's place, I just didn't know how to include Selina's character in this series.

This chapter will show a resolution to what happened in the last chapter. I present to you ... the final showdown of Joker and Barbara Gordon.

I hope I did Ivy justice somehow. As I was re-writing the last few chapters, I realized how I can't write Ivy properly when she's in the company of Harley.

A year ago, when I had that story lined out, I wanted the finale to end in all the girls beating him up, including Ellie using the crowbar on him. But now, I feel differently and didn't like that idea any longer. [See you at the end.]

Beta-read by Heidi.

Words: 5.2k

Warning: mentioned violence, trauma, language, self-hate, kinda fluffy? (I know, I hate myself too), sexual tension (I'm giving myself whiplash)

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I’m gonna take it for what it’s worth

Put in the hours ‘til I have earned it

Show everybody what I deserve, oh yeah

Gonna build an empire, empire

- Empire by Nina Nesbitt -

~ Ellie POV ~

The soreness in her upper cheek was starting to throb delicately. Ellie held one hand on the steering wheel, and the uninjured side of her face was braced against her palm. The woman twisted her mouth to ease the tension from her face.

Ellie’s gaze wandered into the rear-view mirror and discovered with great assurance that Helena and Dinah were driving behind them at a safe distance. Overseeing the trunk of her car in which Joker was currently lying unconsciously.

It was time to fulfill their mission and take their person of interest to the place that harbored a lot more people like him. But still, Ellie doubted there was anyone like the Joker. She wondered how all the psychologists had different perceptions of the Joker’s mental state. Or maybe even Harley’s.

Every single expert detected different assessments which were all in contradiction to each other. Either the Joker was called a patient with psychotic behavior or a being with psychopathic tendencies.

Driven by her own musings, Ellie’s brown eyes drifted over to the strange couple sitting on her backseat. Harley’s head lingered against Ivy’s shoulder and tried to seek some rest, blinking slowly. Harley revealed quite a rare picture of intimate tranquility while her fingers caressed Ivy’s hand on her clothed knee.

Trying to appear focused on the traffic as Ellie drove over the bridge, blaring sirens passed them. A convoy of police cars headed towards the direction they had been coming from.

“I guess the GCPD followed Oracle’s anonymous tip,” Ellie noted calmly. For the first time in months, it felt like she could finally breathe again. Barbara had sent some intel to her uncle, in the hopes that he would mobilize his forces to get the unconscious band of clowns from the Funhouse.

Ivy hummed quietly in agreement while Harley looked outside the window. “Blackgate and Arkham are going to need a bunch of more cells,” Harley sang softly.

Ellie glanced into the mirror towards those blue eyes already gazing back at her. “You know what I’m racking my brain about? How come the Joker had more bruises on his face after I came back from the routine check?”

“What can I say, doll?” The blue and pink tips of her hair danced on her shoulders when she carelessly shrugged. “He ran into my hammer a few times. It felt absolutely wonderful to break Joker’s bones for a change.” She sighed blissfully and smiled fondly, like she would cherish those moments forever.

Ivy leaned forward in her seat. “In the girls’ defense, I believe that it was a cathartic experience for everyone involved à la ‘Murder on the Orient Express’, you know?”

Pausing in thought, her eyes flitted around in her sockets when Ellie replied ironically, “They killed him in that flick.”

The corners of Ivy’s mouth danced with mirth. “It was a group-building effort. You could’ve joined us.”

As if that realization had been lingering at the back of her head for a few weeks now, it suddenly came clear to her as light as day. “Today’s mission was not about me. It wouldn’t have changed anything if I was the one who broke his kneecaps. I’d still feel the same.”

Ellie was watching patiently with her arms crossed behind the wide computer screen. The warmth of her girls surrounded her as they waited for Joker to regain consciousness.

The staff had cleaned up the blood from his face and placed him in the straitjacket before locking him in his containment cell. Joker was blinking slowly on the ground before his mind became his own again. With some difficulty he straightened his upper body while still remaining on the floor.

Ellie faced Barbara on her left side as she activated her microphone input for the security member. “Hold it against the glass,” she decreed soberly.

“Wakey, wakey. Eggs and bakey,” Harley spoke and gleefully studied him reading the subtitles Barbara had activated for this particular task. The women stepped into the frame of the camera as soon as they had Joker’s attention.

“Welcome back, Joker. This place should appear familiar to you by now. But this time your containment shall be different,” Barbara explained almost with a dull voice.

Despite the courageous front she put on for this megalomaniac, Ellie still felt her heart accelerate when she faced him head-on. She would be stupid not to fear him. “We want you to know who did this to you. I made this fortress just for you. Stuck in a cell with sensory deprivation. A soundproof cage just for you. No contact to the outside world. People could go crazy in there,” she mused with philosophical air.

Wild fascination lit up in those green eyes as he tilted his head, staring into her orbs with strange intensity. That fixated gaze only invoked a more harrowing feeling inside Ellie. It was strange to interpret the look he was sending her. Not knowing truly unsettled her in the presence of this unpredictable criminal.

Joker’s unkempt hair heightened his crazed mental state. “Look who we have here,” he whispered with deep captivation. “I haven’t seen your fresh face before. Tell me your name and what I ever did to wrong you.”

Ellie’s eyes narrowed and briefly considered listing all the reasons Joker ever did to wrong her—starting from Jason’s death to Barbara’s abuse. Feeling torn to show an arrogant side just because she wanted to get one over him, but the rationality swelled underneath the surface. Ellie didn’t want to reveal some tidbit of information about her in the heat of the moment.

“I’m the one who put you in this place. With merely a little help from my friends. I’m the one who has connections in high places at Arkham. I’m the one who decides what happens to you from now on.”

Ellie sensed Harley turning her hand and send a pleased smile towards the side of her face.

Uncontrolled, unhinged giggles left his red painted lips. “Such a foolish girl to think she could hide from me. You believe you are safe? You know what you are indeed? A dead woman dancing with the devil.”

Helena’s comforting low voice soothed her worries gradually. “You are in no position to make threats, clown.” Ellie’s heart swelled with warmth at the idea of her concern. Who didn’t want to be protected by the Huntress?

Joker’s gaze wandered over to everyone who was involved in his imprisonment. At last, his eyes paused on Harley as he articulated every single word. “You betrayed me, Harley. I expected better from you.”

Her eyes darkened at his familiar stinging words. The kind that would leave her bleeding on the floor while he kicked her with gleeful laughter. “And I expect absolutely nothing from you. You’re just some guy in clown make-up who wants to keep people under your control until they choke on you. You mean nothing.” She shook her head until her untamed colorful hair settled like a mane over her shoulder. “I’m not your sidekick anymore.”

“You think someone could ever love something broken like you?” Joker’s eyes danced with mirth, as if he found the idea truly laughable.

“Speak for yourself,” Ivy spoke darkly.

“I am. I am going to love myself.” she paused meaningfully and raised her head with pride. “I don’t need you; I see that now. I have Ivy.”

Joker’s attention switched back to Poison Ivy at the mention. “You made a grave mistake turning against me, Ivy.”

The green-skinned woman rolled her eyes. “As if I was ever on your side to begin with. I’ve always been on my own.”

Thinking that she was seeing things before, Ellie validated her suspicions when she glanced behind her. And yep, Ivy had been stroking her green-tinted fingers over Harley’s hair on her back ever since Joker chose to attack her self-worth. Out of gratitude, Harley weaved her fingers through her girlfriend’s.

“All of this just because I wanted to tease the little bat?”

Dinah scoffed at the reminder of Joker’s so-called games. “We’re not your chess pieces, Joker.”

Barbara breathed in deeply through her nose and lifted her head again. “Ever since what you did to me that night, I imagined how this would feel like. I believed this would mean something, but it doesn’t. In the end, I don’t feel better … but knowing you’ll be stuck there … does. No way out, no more allies for you. You don’t matter. You will cease to exist, forgotten. How does that make you feel, Joker?”

Joker’s face contorted into something truly evil. “I have a whole society of people just like me who will follow in my footsteps. You can’t stop this madness.”

Barbara leaned forward in her wheelchair, getting ready to deliver the finishing blow. “We’ll be ready for that. We defeated you. Me and my girls. We did this. And we’re telling you, we’re done with you.”

Deciding that this conversation was draining enough, Barbara clicked off the screen, and they all watched the display turning black.

The screen barely got dark before Barbara’s strong front transformed back to a fragile leaf. With a shuddering sigh, the red-headed woman rested her shoulders against her backrest, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

Dinah’s hand delicately caressed Barbara’s shoulder in consoling appreciation. “You did good there, Babs.”

Without uttering a verbal reply, she tersely nodded her head.

Ellie’s eyes lingered on her friend’s vulnerable expression and tried to do something nice for her. “Why don’t we give Babs a moment while I escort you back outside?”

Harley’s shrugging shoulders depicted the visual of a woman who couldn’t care less while Ivy temptingly waved her fingers in goodbye. “Until our next adventure, Babs.”

Their footsteps made thudding sounds while Ellie couldn’t help her musing thoughts to wander back to the Watchtower Barbara called her lair. It had a sleek modern look, with those white walls and green LED lights, to it as the redheaded tech wizard had converted the former clock tower into her own trusted base. They just passed the giant clock on the right when Dinah turned her head in dubious speculation towards her.

“You know, you’ve got to tell me who trained you. That was some solid vigilante work.”

A modest shrug moved Ellie’s shoulders. “You know, the usual. Self-defense. Krav Maga. Just started on some Escrima.”

Helena’s confused frown revealed that she seemed to share Dinah’s sentiment. “Fascinating.”

“Today was fun. We should do that again sometime,” Harley spoke with a high and delighted timbre. Almost like they had just completed a shopping trip together. The ends of her hair whipped in the air along with her leaping strides. Her light-colored hand held Ivy’s green one in perfect harmony and joyfully lifted theirs with every movement.

Barbara seemed to trust the Sirens to a certain degree if she allowed them entrance to her base of operations. Helena and Dinah really should consider choosing a group name like Harley and Ivy if they intended to work as vigilantes in Gotham.

Ellie eyed the side of Harley’s mascara-smudged face with suspicious intent. “Uh, I don’t think so.”

No one wanted to work in a group project with the one person that proved to be an utter wildcard.

Harley swung her mallet over her shoulder in an abrupt motion, forcing Helena to stop out of the way and not get hit in the process. “Why not? We kept you safe, didn’t we?”

Helena sighed with a long exhale and stepped next to her. Her hands were hidden in her front pockets while her crossbow was safely stashed on her back. “Says the one who didn’t stick to the plan.”

Dinah nodded with a tired expression and rubbed the skin underneath her choker. “What she said. I think this teaming up with the bad guys thing was more of a one-time situation.”

Harley rolled her eyes. “Plans are overrated anyway.”

Ivy’s mysterious gaze rested on Ellie’s. “Pity. Well, you know where to find us, sweet human.”

The girls had just entered the elevator when Dinah glanced at Ellie as soon as she entered the space and tilted her head in wonder. “You coming with us?”

Ellie shook her head in denial. She tapped her toes and kept her palms inside the pockets of her ripped jeans. “I’m staying with Babs for a bit.”

Helena consented to the choice she made and nodded once. “Guess we’ll see you around then.”

As a way of goodbye, Ellie did a sloppy salute at the height of her eyebrow moments before the doors of the elevator slid shut with finality.

No way out of this now.

Ellie was blinking slowly when she slowly turned her body and walked back towards the heart of the lair. From a distance the shining red hair was visible and only intensified Ellie’s frazzled nerves. She was still wringing her hands with trepidation as Barbara’s purple-blue eyes found her own.

Ellie stood a few feet away from her when she spoke up, “I’m sorry if I messed things up for you today. If you had a plan set in motion which I just fucked all up because I had something to prove.”

Barbara shifted her chair around until she was facing Ellie and calmly rested her hand in her lap. “It’s done now. It’s over,” Barbara breathed out unevenly. She tilted her head, like another thought crossed her mind. “I don’t get how you had anything to prove.”

Ellie opened her palms at her waist. “Don’t you see? It was all for you. It wasn’t about ego or anything like that, but because I wanted to help you. Everything just felt so unfair, and I couldn’t take it any longer.”

Barbara’s eyes widened in a mystified way. Shocked at Ellie’s resilience and how far she would go for her.

“Is that really so hard to believe that I would go to these lengths for you?”

“Maybe.”

The brown-haired woman exhaled a heavy sigh and made herself a make-shift seat on the corner of her desk since Barbara didn’t anticipate any guests so far. Or maybe there was another reason for that. Ellie was sitting more at eye level now when she whispered, “How are you feeling?”

“Please stop asking me that question. What am I supposed to feel exactly?” Barbara’s tired voice and haggard facial expression tore at her heartstrings.

Ellie shrugged her shoulders, sighing. “Anything. Relieved? Sad? Whatever you want to feel.”

Barbara licked her dry lips as her teary eyes focused on nothing at the ceiling. “What the Joker did to me as I was lying there, helpless … no one can imagine, Ellie. He didn’t rape me if that’s what you’re wondering. Joker just watched … seeing me helpless like that…” The corners of her lips twisted into a bitter grimace. “I always get back to that one night that changed me fundamentally. I just wanted so much to cause him the same amount of pain he inflicted on me. What does it matter now? All I feel is empty now.”

Ellie revealed a strained smile, feeling a certain déjà vu that broke her heart. That Barbara had to learn the same lesson she had to learn. That nothing would fill this numbing void.

Barbara’s confession rendered her speechless as she rubbed her thumbs together. Her stomach simmered with something uncomfortable. “Did I … mess up your plan?”

“Yes, but not in a bad way. You merely changed it. But … it gave me perspective.”

Ellie blinked slowly. “How come?”

“I thought his incarceration or even his death would mean something. I guess I was wrong. It doesn’t make a difference. I mean, I don’t see this as a win. I still feel the same. All this rage as I was lying there on the living room floor, this desperation when those eyes branded into my brain. The only thing that’s left for me is this calm apathy to deal with the pain.”

“You forget one thing. People will be safer,” Ellie adamantly campaigned and leaned forward. “Gotham has one less clown to terrorize it. Joker’s locked up for good. You can heal now, Babs.”

Desperation was visible on her frowning face when she mumbled, “How long did it take for you until you stopped having nightmares of Strange?”

A heavy pause lingered in the air before Ellie finally admitted vaguely, “Trauma can reveal itself in many shapes and forms.” A strained smile formed on her lips. As much as it pained her to say it, Ellie still pushed through. “How about that? I’ll tell you when those nightmares do stop.”

“What about you?” Once Ellie’s perplexed eyes met hers, Barbara scratched the back of her head and elaborated, “You should know by now that I have my eyes everywhere. I saw your … episode in that Funhouse. You never told me—”

"—That, what? We’re all just messed up people. I never said I was fixed. I’m just…” Ellie breathed in deeply, trying to find the right words that would reveal her mental state. “Living day to day.”

Barbara nodded slowly in understanding. Like there was a part of her that could relate.

“I’m turning into a recluse.” Embarrassed chuckles left Barbara’s lips. “I’m afraid of going outside. Meeting people and being sociable. Who’d have thought, huh? Pathetic, little Babs—scared of trusting people.”

Ellie felt it was essential to not pity her and tried to lift her spirits when she whispered almost like a confession, “After the incident, I closed the curtains at my apartment at all times.”

It did the trick.

Hearty chuckles shook her upper body when Barbara covered her mouth. “Really?”

“No kidding. It was the lights—it was too much for me.” Breathing out felt like letting go of one of her anxieties. “Just call me if you want me to take a walk with you in the park or something, okay? It will get better, and I’m here for you, no matter what. That never changed. At least one of us should be able to accept the help of others.”

That last statement let self-conscious chortles come forth from her chest.

Barbara nodded in acceptance when she answered, “I’ll keep that in mind. One day, maybe.”

“That’s enough for me,” Ellie replied with a smile and supported her palms on her knees before standing up from her position.

Like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, Ellie felt immeasurably lighter when she readied herself for their goodbye.

One of the reasons why her thoughts were elsewhere when Barbara’s concerned voice spoke up, “You know, everyone’s allowed to have their secrets, I get that, but I doubt that Bruce would condemn yours.”

The woman turned her body in curiosity and for a second her heart accelerated at what kind of secret Barbara was alluding to. The young hacker was more than well-versed in finding out everyone’s deepest and darkest secrets, but another glance into her eyes, and Ellie was certain that she meant no ill intent.

Ellie nervously pursed her lips, feeling her pulse throb at the side of her neck. “Secrets?”

Her probing gaze lingered on Ellie’s face. “Your connections in Arkham?”

Her insides turned to ice at the implications that Barbara knew. She licked her lips as her fingers twitched at her waist.

“This darkness growing inside you doesn’t define you. It can’t. You’re far too good for this world. Even when you operated as a vigilante you never lost your humanity.”

“I’m not so sure. You haven’t seen Bruce, how he saw me deteriorate when it was you. I’m afraid he’s going to be … disappointed in me when he found out the truth. What I’ve become. That I’m not good. That he was wrong about me.”

Ellie turned her head away and rubbed her arms to find some comfort. She had refused to let those positive thoughts enter her mind when only the twisted mind remained. Hearing Barbara’s words were entirely something else.

“Those demons didn’t defeat you. Mine won’t either. All I know is that it’s going to take time to recover.”

Well, shucks. Barbara just managed to render her to tears in return.

Ellie placed her hands on her waist and exhaled loudly. A few strands had loosened from her bun and fell in tendrils along her face. Ellie’s furtive glance met something peculiar on the corner of her desk. Polaroid pictures peeking out from a benign envelope. Ellie’s breathing became quicker when the gory images of a half-naked Barbara became apparent. Her belly heated with a swelling emotion at the perverse reminder.

In some of those pictures Ellie could see, Barbara wore a canary-colored blouse which was unbuttoned to reveal a pink bra underneath. Her tear-stricken face gazing back into the camera of the person who shot those pictures.

“Promise me you’ll hang in there,” Ellie spoke lowly with pleading eyes.

“It was a morbid warning. Blackmail, whatever you want to call it,” Barbara replied with a raspy voice after gulping and put the blackmail/evidence back into their wrapper.

“We all have our secrets, don’t we?”

“I didn’t want my uncle to find them. As much as Joker wants to hurt my whole family, I won’t let him. Uncle Jim keeps a strong front for me, but he’s suffering enough. No one should have to relive that devastation.”

A long and blissful sigh erupted from her mouth as soon as the steaming hot water enveloped Ellie’s body. It truly had been a long day and at least this way the soothing bubble bath would relax her sore muscles. Leaning her head back, she felt all the tension leave her body.

Ellie exhaled deeply and brushed her hands over the wet hair of her scalp. A grumbling sound emanated from her lips when Ellie lifted herself up from the bathtub, letting droplets of water cascade down her legs. After wrapping a long towel around her upper body and keeping it snug above her chest, she furiously rubbed her wet locks with her head bent over.

Using the dry side of her towel to swipe the fog-stained mirror, a reflection of Ellie was facing her. She touched the drooping bags under her eyes and felt the events of today slowly getting to her. There were violent scratches on her forehead and—sure enough—another bruise at a spot around her cheek. Every spoken word tugged at the slight wound. Another sigh left her lips as soon as her naked feet tread on their way so she could get properly dressed.

Ellie had just turned off the lights in the bathroom and pushed the door handle in the dark when she waddled back into her bedroom.

Bruce sitting right on the edge of her bed yanked her hands to her chest in fright. “Oh my God! Don’t do that!” Her exclamation turned into mumbled words when she said, “You’re just like Alfred, damn it.” Not wanting to lose her modest covering, Ellie pulled her towel higher. “Don’t you knock? What brings you here?”

Bruce’s knees were casually spread while his steepled fingertips brushed his kneecaps. He was a vision clothed in utter darkness. All in casual garments—black sweatpants and thick sweater.

A pregnant pause lingered in the air while Bruce raised his eyebrows in challenge and waved his hands to the door on his left.

“Should I step outside for a bit and knock again? You didn’t hear me before, so I waited for you.”

That image he just planted in Ellie’s head made her suddenly wish she had some clothes on while she was facing him. “Uh, while I was taking a bath?” She chuckled nervously under her breath, feeling naked under his eyes. “That doesn’t sound weird at all.”

Needing to feel something against her fingertips, she stroked the clothes draped over her bedding next to him.

“What brings you here?” Ellie inquired softly and didn’t glance at Bruce as she did so. Believing that she would reveal herself as soon as she was looking into his eyes. One of the reasons why she chose to let her damp hair cover the side of her face.

Bruce grunted lowly, facing his lap. “Am I supposed to reprimand or congratulate you?”

Ellie’s heart was pulsating in her head when she started to breathe heavily. Her fingers twitched at her side. “What are you talking about?”

With a quiet sigh, Bruce stood up but kept his distance while pointing to the bruises on her cheek and forehead. “Eventful day?”

And just like that the jig was up. Ellie visibly deflated before his eyes. She licked her lips and winced from the movement. “Before you say anything, it was about Babs and what she wanted, and I wanted to grant her justice. And now she’ll be safe again.”

At long last, the tall man removed the distance between them until his warm breath lingered on her neck. Ellie had to crane her head back to gaze into his eyes while Bruce’s hand brushed the corner of her bruises, careful not to cause her more pain. A pounding sensation emerged from Ellie’s cheekbone at the prodding touch.

At Ellie’s wince, Bruce held his fingertips inches from her face. His stormy gaze lingered on her eyes. “Are you okay?”

She was staring so long into those hazel-brown eyes until time ceased to exist. Those warm pools were the place she called her home as she got lost in them. Deep affection was shining through them as Bruce framed the sides of her head.

Nodding carefully beneath his fingers, Ellie felt truly hypnotized by his gaze.

“I always felt safe with the girls. Harley and Ivy might not have been the best choice in partners, but Dinah and Helena always kept me covered.”

Bruce stilled in front of her and appeared to be simmering under the surface. “Wait, did you just say ‘Helena’? As in Huntress?”

Ellie tilted her head in confusion at his comprehension of vigilante identities before she paused in thought. “Yes?”

“Do you know how dangerous that woman is?”

“Babs sent Dinah and Helena,” Ellie explained, trying to understand Bruce’s insistence not to trust Huntress.

Bruce clenched his jaw tightly at Barbara’s choices to include them and elaborated, “That doesn’t mean I have to like it, Ellie.” He breathed heavily through his nose, fanning his air over her drying skin. His warm hand brushed over her naked shoulder. “I need to know that this was a one-time thing, okay?” Desperation was glistening in his warm and intense eyes. Bruce stroked a few hairs away from her forehead.

Ellie swallowed deeply, trying to ease the sudden thickness in her throat. This must really mean a lot to him.

“I just want to protect you. I can’t see you get hurt again,” Bruce whispered under his breath, like he was scared of speaking it into existence.

Ellie’s eyes softened at hearing him say that. Appreciating the honesty and guts it took for Bruce to voice it out loud.

“As much as the adrenaline is literally killing me every time, I’m watching you guys risk your lives on the screen and how exhilarating it was to break some bones this afternoon … I’d rather like to be your eye in the sky.”

Remembering what happened, Ellie suddenly felt self-conscious about her confidence. She’d be lucky to be even accepted with open arms after what she’d done. She couldn’t help her dramatic side since her pessimism took over.

Hesitance ruled over her features when she admitted quietly, “If you still want me to, that is. I know I’ve kinda abused your trust like that.”

Her heart was still beating hard in her chest while Bruce’s eyes turned mischievous. “What happened to your decision of making this a one-time thing as soon as Joker was stashed away?”

“What can I say?” She shrugged her shoulders, discovering her high spirits now that nothing was weighing her down any longer. “How could I ever leave now that Damian literally has a broken arm? I can’t abandon him now. I learned my lesson the first time, trust me. Alfred’s gonna need all the extra help he can get.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes as the teasing glint returned to them. “I’m sure.”

“Besides, I’m starting to get the hang of things. I kinda like it here.”

“Big lake house. Who wouldn’t?” Bruce’s voice turned so low and flirty that something familiar rumbled in her lower belly.

Oh, damn it. She forgot the full force of the Bruce Wayne charm.

Still, Ellie felt it was necessary to get this out in the open. “I’m sorry if I keep throwing away all these chances you keep giving. I don’t even understand how you keep forgiving me.”

“Well, you didn’t heed that promise to never being out in the field.”

Ellie somberly nodded before uttering, “It’s true.”

Bruce raised his eyebrows. “Apology accepted under one condition…”

“Anything.”

“I want you to give me that crowbar back.”

Chuckles left her mouth once she realized Bruce didn’t harbor any resentment. This was actually one of the reasons why she felt so guilty. Ellie knew how much this meant to him. How much Jason meant to him.

“Granted.”

Bruce sighed in acceptance before he leaned down. His warm lips pressed against her forehead, mindful of not touching the scrapes. The intimate touch made her release a breathy sigh. It was just the closeness, his warmth. Bruce’s warm hands left a brand through the towel and seared the skin on her hips.

“Please don’t give me a heart attack like that again, alright?” Bruce whispered against her skin before stepping back.

“Okay, old man,” Ellie awkwardly teased as she tried to regain her balance of their bantering camaraderie.

She felt the brief squeeze around her butt cheek before the smack echoed in the room. Ellie gasped from the familiar touch and tried to quell her pulsating clit to stay down. Who knew that this felt like muscle memory to her female being?

Bruce’s eyes resembled molten liquid while that damn teasing made a re-appearance when he cocked his head.

Damn you, rugged charm of Bruce Wayne.

“Who are you calling old?” He cleared his throat, like he was banishing a wayward thought, or maybe that was just Ellie’s wishful thinking. “I’m only 18 years older than you.”

“Who are you trying to convince now?”

But he was right. Despite being twice her age, Bruce always proved his stamina during their relationship.

And again, Ellie cursed her libido.

Needing the slight clarification once she sensed Bruce getting ready to leave in order for her to get dressed.

“How did you find out? Oracle covered all of her tracks.”

“Joker and his goons were sent to Arkham and Blackgate. Admittedly, Joker’s file said something about contusions and broken bones. Someone had a bone to pick with him. It’s not that hard to guess, trust me.”

“You know I took the crowbar. Does everyone know?” Ellie was suddenly nervous about what he was going to say.

“I’m surrounded by people with a high intellect. I’m sure they have a hunch.”

“Alfred’s not mad, is he?”

Bruce pursed his lips in thought, needing some time to consider his options. “Only that he didn’t get to come with and bring his shotgun.”

Quite a vivid and violent image.

Her eyes widened comically. “Next time.”

Bruce ignored Ellie’s suggestion, just to stop a heart attack from resurfacing. “Oracle, huh?”

Ellie hummed reverently under her breath.

“How is she?”

She lifted her clothes into her arms and tried to find the right words to describe her current state. “On her path to recovery, like all of us. Now that it’s finally over.”

A/N: I guess I can reveal now that this part, ever since Babs was mutilated by Joker it was never supposed to be a Batman story. I hope you're not mad that this sequel was always supposed to be about Ellie and creating the Birds of Prey. I still hope I found the right balance between both worlds.

Tagging: @mellowstatesmanhandsempath​ @ravenmoore14​ @alwayshave-faith​ @ikranfuad​ @daydreaming-gemini​ @bluegalaxyprime​ @liadamerondjarin​ @steph21369 @andrewswifes-blog​  @yanna-banana​  @blackmagicwoman

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

the common cold

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/LAoYrpj by thelookoflove the common cold hits Wayne Manor REQUEST: “hi I love your writing so much. You can totally ignore this but id like to request batmom/batfam where maybe Dick and Jason get sick and batmom takes care of them and then she gets sick and Bruce has to take care of her this can be before or after the baby is born. And b obviously doesn't want to get sick so he wears a mask and gloves when he has to be around her.” Cross posted on tumblr: @streetlamp-amber Words: 2725, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Bruce Wayne/Reader, Dick Grayson & Reader, Jason Todd & Reader, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Family Fluff, batmom reader, Batfamily (DCU), Domestic Batfamily (DCU), Dick and Jason are sick, Established Relationship, Married Life, Loving Marriage, Cross-Posted on Tumblr read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/LAoYrpj

[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

[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.’

[because-icanhide]

Stay Alive (reprise)/It’s Quiet Uptown Hamilton/Batfam

Pairings: Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader x son!Jason Todd 

A/N: Okay. So I had to change things from both Hamilton and the bat fam. Obviously. But hopefully, this is good. SO if something isn't right from the musical or the comics (Or whatever), just remember that I had to try and adapt it to a completely different story. Also, I hope this is sorta what you had in mind @themusicplayedherlife I ran into a few roadblocks and had a hard time writing a few scenes. This is just what I thought of. I can try and make edits if needed.

(also I honestly didn’t want to proof read it so i didnt)

Words: 1,285

Once he got close to the building, it blew up in his face. He felt his heart drop, but he ran into the rubble. He looked around for Jason then spotted a bit of his red uniform under a piece of the building. He ran over to him and lifted the part off of him. "Jason?!" Bruce pulled him into his arms. "Jason, no." His voice cracked. "B-?" Jason asked weakly and fought to open his eyes. Bruce's eyes widened as he realized he was still alive. "Hold on, Jason. I'll get you to the Cave." He started to make his way to the bat mobile when he noticed Sheila Haywood. He put Jason into the bat mobile and ran over to her. She was still alive. Unconscious, but alive. He contacted Gordon and gave him their address. Immediately afterward, he got into the bat mobile and sped to the Cave. He flung himself from the car and carefully picked up Jason. Bruce rushed him to the infirmary. He gently laid him on the table. "Oh, dear." Alfred covered his mouth as he walked over. "What happened?" "The building exploded while he was inside, but I'm sure joker did more than just that." Bruce removed his cowl. "Crowbar." Jason croaked. "He beat me with a crowbar." He slowly looked up at Alfred. He groaned and grabbed his side in pain. Alfred looked over his wounds. "I- I tried to get out in time. Before it got to ten I-" "Shh, I know, I know. Save your strength and stay alive." Bruce grabbed his hand. Jason closed his eyes tightly. "Oh my god! Jason!" You ran over. "What happened? Is breathing? Is he going to survive this? Who did this? Did you know?" Your words came out panicked and angry. You gripped Bruce's arm as tight as you possibly could. Tears filled your eyes. "Mom." Jason interrupted your racing thoughts. "I'm so sorry I forgot what you guys taught me." He grabbed your hand. You held his hand in between yours and brought it up to your lips. "You have nothing to be sorry about." You leaned over and started to stroke his hair in an attempt to comfort him. "It's my fault. I went on my own. I disobeyed orders. I was angry. You told me to control my anger, and I didn't. I'm sorry." Tears started to stream down his face while he tried to explain what happened. "It's okay, you didn't know. You don't have to be sorry." You wiped his tears with the back of your hand then placed it gently on his cheek. He groaned and clutched his side again. "Shh, it's okay, breath through the pain. Count to ten." He looked up at you weakly. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten." "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten." the two of you counted together one after the other. Jason closed his eyes and laid his head back once again. "Good. Again. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten." You continued. "One, two, three, four, five, six…" Jason tried to continue but fell silent. Your eyes widened, and tears streamed down your cheeks. "Seven, eight, nine..." Your numbers fell to a whisper as you felt his heartbeat stop. "Seven… eight.." Your voice cracked. A scream escaped your mouth that echoed around the Cave. Your scream turned into sobs. You desperately gripped onto Jason's body. Bruce put his hand on top of yours. You pulled it away and glared at him. "This is your fault!" You yelled and pushed him, "It was your job to protect him. It was your job to teach him. This is your fault!" you screamed at Bruce and stormed out of the Cave. A few days later, Dick found himself at the church in the hospital. Bruce was sitting in one of the pews. His head was down, and his hands were clasped together. Dick sat down next to Bruce as he looked over at him. His eyes were red and puffy from crying. The bags under his eyes were more profound than usual. His hair had started to grey. "Were you praying?" Dick wondered. Bruce nodded softly. His head falling back down. "Yeah... It's never used to happen before." Bruce closed his eyes. "His mom died, and yours won't talk to me." "I'm sorry." Dick sighed. Dick sat back and ran a hand through his hair in thought. "Now that she's had some time. You should try to talk to her again." Bruce nodded and looked at his hands. "Yeah." After the visit to the hospital, Dick showed up by your side. You were sitting in the garden, staring at nothing when you felt his presence next to you. You slowly looked at him. You knew the moment you saw his face, you'd start crying. You wrapped your arms around him and held him as tight as you could. You sobbed into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you and gently rubbed your back. You sat there for what felt like hours with him in your arms. Eventually, you kissed his head, and he pulled away. He gave you a sad smile. Bruce walked over, which led Dick to leave. He took a deep breath, preparing himself. You looked forward back into your nothing. "Look at where we are. Look at where we started. I know I don't deserve you, but hear me out. If I could spare his life. If I could trade his life for mine. He'd be standing here right now, and you would smile, and that would be enough. I don't pretend to know the challenges we're facing. I know there's no replacing what we've lost, and you need time. But I'm not afraid. I know who I married. Just let me stay here by your side, that would be enough." He sat down and grabbed your hand. You pulled away almost immediately and continued to stare into nothing. Bruce stayed by your side even though the lack of an answer. He would follow you into town. He remained through the glances, whispers, and pity thrown at the two of you. He would comment on things and do his best to talk to you even if you didn't respond. Eventually, you two always ended up in the garden. Bruce stood next to you. He looked down as his eyes closed. A tear rolled down his cheek. You slowly take his hand. He quickly looks at you. You let tears run down your cheeks as you continue to look ahead. "I know it wasn't your fault." Bruce closed his eyes tightly. He laid his forehead on your shoulder, then He let out a sob. You wrapped your arms around his. You rested your head atop his head. You two stood there as you comforted each other. Dick walked up next to Alfred. "How are you?" Dick put his hand on Alfred's shoulder. "I'll be okay, eventually. I'm just trying to make sure they get through this." Alfred sighed and looked out the window towards the garden. "I'm worried about them." "They're going through the unimaginable."

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[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

[watchtowerindistress]

we are not our demons - (23/24) - bruce wayne x batmom

Author’s note: Could be labelled a filler chapter since this basically preludes to the epilogue of our story. I deeply apologize for the direct quotes from DC Universe Online and Arkham City - I needed inspiration for a very specific character. Last chapter coming on New Year’s Eve to finish off the year. Love you, guys! [See you at the end.]

Beta-read by Heidi.

Words: 3.6k

Warning: mentioned animal abuse, mentioned death, scar tissues

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Now don’t you ever be sad

Lean on me when times are bad

When the day comes and you’re down

In a river of trouble, about to drown

- Hold On, I’m Comin’ by Sam & Dave -

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Ellie heard herself asking with a concerned voice when she was facing Dick in the Batcave. Bruce was in his Batsuit sitting on the reclining chair on her right while she was in a standing position.

With his arms crossed over his chest, Dick turned away from the Blüdhaven news on the big screen, and confronted Ellie again. Despite the terror alert not being news exactly, the situation still felt tense and truly harrowing. The blue stripes of the Nightwing suit bulged with his muscles tensing. “Why? Because there’s a terror warning?”

Waving a hand at the obvious reason, Ellie lifted her eyebrows. “It’s one of the reasons? Only you wouldn’t let that deter you.”

Dick shrugged his shoulders like that issue didn’t even cross his mind. “What can I say? I like living dangerously.”

“And the military will allow you entry?” Bruce inquired; his palm covered his cheek in contemplation.

“Our vigilante allegiance with the city has been pretty fragile as of late, but Blüdhaven has requested the assistance of Nightwing. I’m not going to blow it,” Dick worded carefully.

Ellie shook her head to clear her mind. This family and their strange use of the third person.

“Do you know who you’re dealing with yet?” Bruce—ever the pragmatist—asked.

Dick sighed before finally admitting, “It’s the Society.”

For the first time, Damian let his presence known standing next to a quiet Tim, when he huffed at the nefarious mention.

Dick faced the younger Wayne and consented with a sympathetic voice, “I get it. I know how much you’re itching to have a go at them.”

An apprehensive frown painted on his facial expression at his brother’s well-being as Tim’s fingers clenched. “If the Society’s involved, … be careful.”

Dick smiled gratefully at hearing him say that. “I’ll be back before you know it, Tim.”

Just the reference of the organization let a chill roll down her spine while her heart was beating nervously in her chest. The déjà vu suddenly hit Ellie. For some reason Joker’s warning sounded far more menacing now.

“I have a whole society of people just like me who will follow in my footsteps. You can’t stop this madness.”

Ellie hoped her hidden agenda wasn’t that apparent when she switched her gaze between Bruce and Dick in scrutiny. “Wait, the Society is who?”

Bruce was staring at Ellie with a blank expression after he turned his head while Dick explained, “They’re the bad guys. They actually call themselves The Secret Society of Super Villains.”

Yep, that didn’t sound ominous at all.

Ellie felt truly speechless at that and raised her eyebrows. “Wow, okay. I didn’t need to know that,” she spoke quietly to herself.

Bruce chose that moment to stand up from his seat and walk towards Ellie. “I need your eyes and ears out there as soon as I’m out on patrol.” His voice switched into a whisper. “Keep an eye on Damian for me, please, will you?”

“I’m not a child, father,” Damian grumbled as his facial expression resembled that of a grouch.

“Your birth certificate begs to differ,” Dick joked before his blue eyes met Ellie’s and—pretending that Damian didn’t hear him—spoke under his breath, “I think he’s starting to hate the feeling of not going outside as long as he needs to heal that arm.”

Ellie glanced at Bruce after her chuckles hushed. The promise clear on her face. “I’ll keep him close. What happened to not keep the boys awake so long though?”

“It’s not going to take as long. I just need to look into Riddler’s games in the East End.”

Dick furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s his issue now?”

Bruce crossed his arms in reflection before sighing. “Ever since Joker was sent to Arkham, Nygma and his crew have been in some sort of budding turf war with the remnants of Joker’s goons. I’ll check the city district, see if I can find some mystery boxes.”

“Tim could be a clear advantage then. Make it a game night, you know?” Ellie smiled, seeing the challenge to Riddler’s games.

The second-youngest boy had been looking at the floor before his name was mentioned and gazed up at Ellie with a small smile on the corners of his lips at the compliment.

Dick tilted his head with pursing lips as he hummed in agreement. “Sounds legit. Wish I could stay, guys.” He let his arms spread at his side when he continued with a rueful sigh, “So, this is me taking my leave now.”

Ellie advanced on Dick in farewell. “Stay safe then, okay?” She said imploringly before she was hugging him tightly and felt him squeeze her for a few seconds.

The tall raven-haired man nodded somberly in a teasing manner. “Objective granted.” Before letting go, Ellie felt him press a friendly peck on the side of her temple. She watched him turn to his younger brothers. Dick knelt down and spoke in such a low voice that he couldn’t be heard any longer.

Giving them some needed privacy, Ellie wandered over to Bruce. “How come I’ve never heard of the Society before?”

Bruce shook his head with a snort. “They don’t really operate like that. Their anonymity is part of their magic trick.”

Ellie felt herself shudder at the thought. “Sounds like the League of Assassins.”

Despite seeing the reason behind her concern, Bruce assured her with a smile. “Dick can take care of himself.”

“Don’t remind me.” Ellie rolled her eyes. Like a magnet, her body was moving closer to his until barely a breath was separating them. Warmth settled in her chest from their intimacy. Her fingers touched his biceps. “Time for you to clean up these streets. Search for some mystery boxes for me without getting caught in that war, alright, Bruce?”

Those molten dark pools no longer resembled hazel-brown eyes before a crooked smile was sent at her. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were worried about me.”

Ellie exhaled a long breath that ghosted over his neck and pressed her fingers together in front of Bruce’s eyes without the digits touching. She tilted her head while wrinkling her nose and letting laughter lines form around the corners of her eyes. “Maybe just a smidge.”

Bruce chuckled with a gravelly sound. “Whatever you say,” he murmured playfully. He tipped his head down until his mouth was aligned with her cheek.

For some inexplicable reason, Ellie was lulled by the familiar routine they were in when she brushed her hand around the sensitive spot under Bruce’s ribs. All of a sudden, time was no longer essential, and she felt the trip down memory lane. Ellie stood on her tiptoes and almost out of reflex, pressed her lips against his mouth.

She didn’t think anything was out of the ordinary until she pulled back from him. That stunned expression on Bruce’s face made her pull back with bewilderment crossing over her features. Until Ellie realized what she just did.

She felt speechless and let her hand hover over her mouth while Bruce was staring at her with wide eyes and mouth open in astonishment.

Heated embarrassment spread in Ellie’s cheeks that twinged right to her stomach. “Uh, that was not—That was some weird reflex.”

Please let this world swallow me whole.

Bruce’s eyebrows were high on his forehead. Before he could react, Dick spoke from behind with teasing words, “You kiss all your exes like that?”

Aggravation welled up deep in her belly as Ellie turned her head to glare at Dick. A strained smile was on her lips. “It was just the routine which was hitting me.”

Raising his eyebrows in skepticism, Dick lifted his hands in capitulation and spoke slowly, “If you’re sure.”

Bruce opened and closed his mouth while he was struggling for words, blinking profusely. “Let’s just … we’ll talk about that later.”

Wishing for anything but that conversation, Ellie pressed her lips together. She hummed under her breath without saying anything instead. “Hmm-hmm.”

A childish part of her believed she could run for the hills before Bruce arrived.

Ellie cleared her throat once she opened the communication link. She felt nervous as all hell while her cheeks regained their red-hot shame. “Your satellite has picked up on something in Gotham. I’ve sent you the coordinates of some suspicious box on a roof in the East End.”

“I see it. I’ll send you more details along the way. Stand by,” Batman confirmed tersely.

Ellie leaned back in her chair and adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose. The presence of Damian on her right and Tim on her left felt slightly calming, albeit knowing that both had seen her mishap didn’t really help matters.

God, why did she have to kiss him?

Ellie’s attention shifted over to Damian who was visibly struggling with opening a box of biscuits. Without uttering a word or turning her head away from the screen, Ellie supported him by holding the edges down.

“Thanks,” Damian grunted lowly before he was able to lift the cover and dropped it with a clang on the desk above his knees. Trying not to appear too obvious, the cookie addict slightly leaned his head down to smell the pastry contents.

Ellie’s eyes narrowed in interest and turned her head towards him. “You willing to share? I’m getting the feeling that we’re going to need some food for the nerves.”

Damian needed a few seconds to let that thought cross his mind. At long last, his shoulders jerked, and Damian muttered quietly, “You made them anyway.” After some hesitation, he lifted the cookie tin into her waiting hands and watched Ellie place it on the desk in the middle between them.

Ellie’s eyes were already focusing on the screen of the Batcomputer and promised, “I’ll make you more next weekend.” She gingerly bit into one small biscuit. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tim follow her example after sending her a probing glance and took one for himself.

“Aether, do you see this?”

Before Ellie could react, Batman turned on the small camera in the middle of his chest and revealed one of Riddler’s green-purple boxes which was peppered with question marks on every surface.

After activating the night vision from her perspective to see the object better in the dark, Ellie confirmed, “Affirmative. Try to activate it.” The thick purple button on top which was the size of a game show buzzer should do the trick, she thought.

The dark knight stepped close enough until he was able to push the button.

A playful voice reverberated in the Batcave that seemed strangely familiar, “Why hello, Batman. As you’ve no doubt guessed, this is the Riddler. Wondering what the Joker’s goons are up to? Riddle me this! ‘Six legs went in and only two came out. Where am I?’”

Batman remained silent on comms. Only his heavy breathing could be heard.

Ellie was thinking long and hard about the solution when a dark foreboding feeling settled low in her belly. “Wait—”

Tim frowned intensely. “It’s Crime Alley.”

Before Ellie could reassign his new coordinates, Batman’s gruff voice interrupted, “I know where the Monarch Theatre is.”

Ellie leaned back with a heavy sigh before she shut off her microphone link. “That’s just messed up. Even for Riddler.”

Damian nodded to himself. “He wants father’s attention.”

Ellie’s eyebrows twitched at that very fitting description. “Well, he’s certainly got it now.” She was eyeing the blinking dot accelerating over the Park Row District before his figure dropped on the roof for the next riddle, yet this time he wasn’t alone.

“They’re only five, you can take them,” Ellie assured him after checking the heat signature.

“Your perception of ‘easy’ truly changed over time,” Batman teased between heavy grunts. He didn’t even hesitate and kept on moving as soon as he thrust the last clown’s face onto the roof’s floor. He stood up from his kneeling position and let his cape swing behind him.

With a grunt he pushed the next button. “So, you did it. Well done. I would have expected a child to work that one out, let alone the world’s greatest detective. But you can only find the answer to my puzzle if you solve all my riddles. Diddle diddle diddle, time for a riddle. ‘When you’ve been dealt a bum hand, where is the deck stacked against you?’”

The connection was right in front of Ellie’s eyes. “Cards. The next clue is at the Monarch Playing Card Company. Updating the next location on your map.”

The tips of her fingers moved over the keyboard so their scavenger hunt could proceed. Ellie felt truly perplexed once she studied the next spot on their map and the intricate ways the Riddler was taking Bruce.

“Where is he leading him, for God’s sake?”

Behind his biscuit, Tim mumbled, “The Riddler always has a plan. He just can’t help himself in talking in conundrums.”

That specific word coming from Tim’s mouth prompted Ellie to turn her head and face him with perplexed eyes. “Conundrum? Do 9-year-olds learn that word at Brentwood now? And how do you know so much about super villains?”

“I think I’ve heard it before in one of those shows Alfred watches. Downton Abbot, or something like that.” Tim shrugged his shoulders. “And vigilantes and villains have always interested me. I’ve collected extensive knowledge about them over the years.” Tim’s cheeks warmed when something else crossed his mind. “As soon as Bruce Wayne adopted me, I knew of his other identity.”

Ellie tilted her head in fascination.

This one would prove to be dangerous.

For some reason, Damian was gazing at Tim in a new light—like his brother’s intelligence was something truly powerful.

“You know what I think?” Ellie swallowed thickly and tried to find the right words running rampant through her head. “I believe you have a great future on this team.”

“You think so?” Tim’s eyes were lighting up with something akin to hope.

“We could always use some knowledge around here,” Damian admitted quietly.

Ellie’s shoulders jerked at him. “What he said.”

As soon as that logo consisting of two cards was seen from afar, Ellie saw the caped crusader drop down again.

Nygma’s voice scoffed briefly. “Another one of the easy ones. Don’t feel too proud, Batman. How about some poetry to my last key, Batman? ‘The Joker used to be king, but slave to a tool—thinking he’s a master, but he is a fool. When his toxin is in play, you’ll know tomorrow what you should know today.”’

Ellie frowned with mounting suspicion when the heat signature threw her for a loop. “Something’s off. A number of hostiles are supposed to be on that roof with you.”

Out of nowhere, a bunch of Joker goons appeared and attacked him from different sides.

Tension took over her body, prompting her to hold her breath.

“This might take a bit,” Batman grunted with an aggravated tone.

Nodding mutely while nibbling on a biscuit, she monotonously replied, “Take your time.” Her fingers already dashed over the keyboard to scan the vigilante’s surrounding area before she tilted her head once something caught her eye.

“Wait, is that a robot? We got androids now?”

Batman’s armored forearm shielded his head from vicious blows aimed at it while a red-painted robot with a yellow circle on his chest flew above him and let his flowing cape flutter in the wind behind him. Batman was forced to keep his momentum as tornado-like winds were blasted towards him.

Seeing that POV shot from Batman’s perspective looked pretty scary, seeing him take the blows like that.

“It’s a J1N1.” Trying to get out of the chokehold he was suddenly in, Batman swiped their legs and did a simultaneous melee assault, dropping them on the ground without a care before he turned to his tougher assailant. Batman managed to subdue the android by squeezing its head.

“Similar abilities like Red Tornado,” Bruce grunted through gritted teeth.

Using the J1N1’s pressure points to his advantage, Batman thrust its head against the brick wall and let it crumple like a lifeless body. “Designed by … T.O. Morrow.” He sighed in frustration at Nygma’s riddles between huffing breaths once the adrenaline came after the exertion. Bruce mumbled under his breath, “You’ll know T.O. Morrow—very clever, Riddler.”

The name ‘Morrow’ sounded kinda familiar but judging by the fact that this tech genius just created a killer robot, it was pretty obvious that a certain someone was after some world domination.

“Joker was king but he’s a fool. Morrow must have betrayed him. Not the best of ideas. I’m guessing you know where that evil mad genius has his hidden lair.”

“Ace Chemicals,” Bruce supplied helpfully. “He took over after Scarecrow was sent to Arkham. Send me the location, Aether.”

“Just updated your map.”

~ Bruce POV ~

Bruce had given Ellie permission to sign off the comms since there seemed to be only a few hostiles left on the premises of Ace Chemicals. He had promised he’d be fine and that he would let her know in case of a serious emergency.

If anything, that peace and quiet was something he desperately needed right now. Ever since Ellie had kissed him—and it wasn’t even a small peck, it was pretty much a kiss she would have given him when they were still together—Bruce gave it his best shot not to think about it.

It was ironic, with her voice no longer echoing in his ear like his moral conscience, their kiss was all that was left on his mind. During that moment, Bruce was far too stunned to even react when Ellie’s soft lips brushed against his.

Quietly clearing his throat, Bruce wandered through the almost abandoned facility and heard voices from a distance.

“Just push it inside.” A giggle resounded a few corners away. “Like we did the others.”

“I don’t know, he’s pretty big. Looks kinda heavy though.”

A growling noise made Bruce frown due to the nature of the sound. It sounded almost animalistic. Although this place could harbor lots of different kinds of creatures and was mostly used for very insidious reasons.

Impatience was laced in the first goon’s voice. “Just do it before it’s starting to bite us again.”

Having heard enough of whatever mistreatment they wanted to inflict, Bruce’s hulking figure stepped around a vat which was filled with an illuminated green mixture. What he saw next, stopped him in his tracks. Two clowns struggled with shoving a black-furred dog into a bubbling green tank.

Bruce felt his fingers twitch at his side, no longer able to hold in this fury. The canine’s paws clawed against the floor, visibly fighting tooth and nail against them, snapping mouth included.

Bruce grunted lowly, “I really hope, for your sake, you’re not doing what I think you’re doing.”

Caught in the act, both jesters turned their heads and froze in shock. The only thing distinguishing them were the divergences of their masks. One was wearing a clown mask with pink lips painted on it while the other had red and with soiled markings over his face.

The pink clown instantly raised his hands in surrender once he realized who they were facing.

The red clown was a whole different matter who giggled with such a high note that the animal whined after looking up at him.

“What do you think we’re doing?” he asked with a mixture of innocence. Like their actions seemed truly hilarious in his eyes.

A threatening growl left Bruce. He had seen those Joker dogs up close, but not once had he seen the experimentation inflicted upon them.

“Step away from the dog or I’ll make you.”

Nervous tension rolled off in waves down the red-faced clown while he debated his available options, with his gaze sweeping over to the dog in question.

Seeing their physical reaction as sufficient, Bruce stated, “As you wish,” before he used the Stungun at his holster on clown #1, letting his body fall unconscious to the ground. Bruce’s eye caught the pink jester who had the good sense to step away.

“Are there more animals at Ace you wanted to torture?”

The clown shook his head. “Most of the Joker dogs went unpredictable and died over time. They were gonna let him fight in a dog fighting ring, the more vicious the better.”

Bruce forced himself to take deep breaths. Joker might have been in Arkham, but his infecting madness still remained.

“Where is Morrow?”

The pink clown shrugged. “Don’t know. He ditched the place as soon as Joker was brought to Arkham.”

This might have felt like a dead end, but at least this way he had some leads to chase after. Bruce promised, “If you don’t make a fuss, I’ll get you to Arkham. But unlike your friend over there, you’ll be conscious for the drive.”

The criminal mulled it over before he nodded barely.

Accepting the gesture as consent, Bruce stalked over to the Great Dane with a heavy sigh. He tilted his head in speculation as his eyes lingered over the canine.

Despite the curious expression of the onyx-furred animal, his torso remained tense and anxious. A few scars which had healed badly were on his nose and what appeared to be an open gash at his side.

Behind his mask, Bruce frowned with remorse at the distress the animal was in. Keeping the clown in the corner of his eye, he knelt down and let his hand hover over his snout. Bruce offered him enough time to acclimate towards him until the dog carefully sniffed his gloved hand.

“It’s okay,” Bruce whispered comfortingly. His snout snuggled into his palm. “Let’s bring you home.”

A/N: Only one last chapter! I can't take this, guys. You know what's funny? As I was writing this, I totally forgot that Bruce and Ellie already kissed in like Chapter 13 (?). Jesus, my brain.

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