#dick is his baby baby and while bruce loves all his children equally he loves dick juuuust a bit more equally than the others

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do you think bruce collected dick's baby teeth? 😭🥹

[grzybobranie-zaniechanie]

Batman crack fic idea Janet Drake used to date Lady Shiva when she was in college, they break up when Janet marries Jack for social and money reasons.

Tim is born. When he's old enough the Drakes fuck off to do archeology and Janet hires a bunch of increasingly bizarre people who "owed her a favour ". There's a disgraced Russian ballerino, a mad chemist, the worlds best loclpicker, John Constantine, a black and white noire detective, some Welsh guy she found in the woods. Tim learns from all of them. Janet doesn't believe in public schools, so all of this is "homeschooling".

Flash forward, Tim is 11 Jack Drake dies on a dig in Australia, because a bird dropped a coconut on his head. Suddenly Tim has a new stepmum. Lady Shiva's nice, weirdly intense, but nothing he hasn't seen before. Janet takes over complete control of Drake industries, expands her business empire and destroyes her enemies with extreme prejudice. She teaches Tim all she knows about business. Shiva teaches him how to fight. Tim is happy he now has two mums who love and pay attention to him.

Stuff happens (I haven't figured out what yet) they find Cass and Tim gets a sister. Now, because this is DC and the children canonically yern for the streets (im thinking they're like 13 & 16 at this point), Cass and Tim become a new vigilante duo (I'm thinking Crows, one of tims nannies was an animal handler and he befriended all the crows in Gotham, they follow him around) and have perfected non verbal communication and creep out everybody with horror movie twin behaviour.

While sneaking around Gotham, they meet Steph, and she takes one look at them and decides that she likes Cass and that Tim needs to be bullied relentlessly. She is, of course, correct.

Meanwhile, Bruce is not having a good time, Jason is dead, and WE has competition for the first time in his life. He'd like to spiral into a pit of despair and find out who the new vigilantes are (and why are there so many birds?), but if he does that, Lucius will kill him or, worse, quit his job. So, instead, he and Dick are sent to therapy.

Jason comes back fully expecting to have to do a whole production out of this situation, takes one look at Bruce being forced to sit in a meeting with Janet and decides that he's fine actually, and why the fuck is Lady Shiva just hanging out at this gala with two kids hanging onto her?

By the time Damian is dropped off, everyone except for Bruce knows who the Crows are, Cass and Tim come over to hang out all the time. Damian is confused as to why The One Wo Sees All is in his father's house and how her brother manages to somehow be scarier than her. Damian does not like to be confused, so he still tries to kill Tim. This devolves into a roadrunner situation where Tim pulls out increasingly niche skills to get out of Damians traps. Later, this becomes enrichment for both of them.

When Tim is 15 and Cass 18, their mums decide they're old enough to be fine living with Bruce while they go off on their own adventures. Dick brings the Crows over to meet the Titans. He's told them about his cute baby siblings (Bruce is not the only one with an adoption problem). These children are not cute. They invoke fight or flight responses. Kon has one conversation with Tim, gets info dumped on, and falls in love immediately. He's finally found someone with an equal, if not greater, amount of weird, eclectic knowledge. Young Justice adventures are somehow even more bizarre than yj98. They are having the times of their lives.

Since Tim was never robin, Duke never started the We are Robin gang. But the Crows do have a cult, and he might be in it. His parents still get jokerised, and he starts living in Wayne manor proceeds to fit right in with the insanity (Bruce has given up on trying to control any of it).

The Justice League dreads whenever they have to meet with any of the younger Gotham vigilantes. Somehow, Jason ended up as the most almost well-adjusted one. He doesn't know how that happened either.

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Ok so I don’t think theres enough Bruce Wayne in Batman tv shows and movies. (Mostly talking about the movies tho)

I personally don’t watch any of the movies and this is one of the reasons why. It’s all Batman and there’s never any reprieve. Now I do understand that Gotham is a shitty city and it’s “awful all the time” but I do believe that there are moments in Gotham that are good.

Like why would Bruce want to try to protect and help the city as much as he does if there wasn’t something to love about it?

And thats why I think there should be way more Bruce Wayne parts in movies than there are.

Because 1.) You can’t have Batman without Bruce Wayne.

And 2.) I feel like we should get to see all the good Bruce Wayne does to help Gotham.

Show me Bruce Wayne starting projects to build a park or a Botanical garden.

Show me Bruce Wayne feeding the homeless and funding low income housing.

I wanna see Bruce Wayne going to orphanages and just hanging out with the kids. (Because let’s face it, this man is a sucker for kids and babies) I want a scene with Bruce sitting crisscross applesauce on the floor surrounded by children holding a baby and just indulging whatever these kids come up with.

Show me a kind hearted Bruce Wayne.

But I also want to see Bruce being a good awkward father to his many children.

Show me Bruce throwing himself around different rooms to catch Dick at any given moment because he yelled trust fall from across the room.

Show me Bruce sitting and letting Jason fall asleep on his shoulder while they were reading together.

I want to see Bruce helping Tim with W.E papers and just looking at him with the proudest smile.

Show me Damien dragging Bruce around the zoo looking at all the different animals and stopping him from taking any of them home.

…

I would pay good money to see a movie that’s equally Batman and Bruce/Brucie Wayne. Because as much is there is bad in Gotham, there’s good to.

All the movies is just doom and gloom.

I want to be shown what Bruce loves so much about Gotham, so much so that he protects it with his life.

[brucewaynehater101]

The brainrot is hitting hard today…

On the topic of the Drakes, I usually prefer the unconventional but loving parent type (Bruce x the Drakes is my favorite rarepair) but the idea of a de-aged Toddler Tim having no idea what to do when Jason or another Bat does the “ur a baby I’m gonna pick you up” move because his parents stopped picking him up once he started walking is so heartbreakingly wonderful to me.

even with de-aged Tim fics in general, i prefer when he’s a feral raccoon, but just that specific scene is so addicting.

a whole fic exploring the personality of a three-year-old Tim with limited parental context and his dynamics with Jason in particular is mwah.

and then a week later, he’s deaged again but as a 6-year-old and the family has to deal with a brat with too much time on his hands and too little supervision.

3-year-old tim as a victim of neglectful, bordering abusive, parenting

6-year-old tim as a consequence of neglectful, bordering abusive, parenting

also, bonus if 3 y/o Tim just cam saw the graysons fall and only recognizes Dick after Nightwing does something flippy. “Flippy Dick” being his first words since deaging (i think i saw the nickname in a good parents!drakes post ironically)

Yes! I do adore the angst of the Drakes loving Tim, wanting the world for him, and failing. The black and white "Drakes are bad parents" is great for healing and comfort, but the grey area is where I feel a lot of people are with their own parents. The Drakes trying but never being enough is so intoxicating to read. There's usually only bad parents and good parents for the Drakes.

I also love when the Drakes and Bruce share parenting Tim while the kid fights that at every turn. It's hilarious.

For Kid Tim fics, I can't really stand when he's turned into a "so cute but so sad" version. That child is a gremlin. Therefore, I love when authors hint at angst/abuse, but Tim doesn't realize that something is wrong. For him, that's normal. Why would he know the difference?

The nickname "Flippy Dick/Dickie" is cute and I adore a chaotic 6 year old Tim. A lack of supervision for children (who have issues with impulse control due to their brain development) equates to Tim doing whatever the fuck he wants and not respecting authority. He gets to make decisions for himself because that's how it's always been.

On the same note, fics that have Bruce noticing Tim's lack of supervision and then forcing restrictions on Tim freak me out. Yes, a child should not be making such decisions and should not be alone at such ages. However, Tim, in these AUs, has years of experience doing so. Forcing him to follow Bruce's rules without choice disrespects the systems Tim has built up to protect himself. He should have continued autonomy. The goal is to support him. They should allow Tim to slowly integrate himself into the Wayne family as someone ensures he's getting food regularly, has an adult to rely on, and has all his needs met (however Tim chooses to meet them).

If Tim chooses to relinquish his control over every aspect in his life for some help and relief, then absolutely. Despite this, Tim will need to be treated as closer to an equal than a child due to his experiences. He is still a child, but he's been making choices for himself for a while. He should have the respect and autonomy to continue making decisions in regard to his own being.

I guess I got on a rant, lmao. Anyways, de-aging fics that highlight Tim not being able to hide his chaotic nature as well are amazing

[i-yap]

I have a Dick Grayson request!

I don't know if you do vigilante s/o but I was wondering if you did could you write how he would react when he finds out that the crazy person jumping off buildings with his alter ego is also his gn s/o? I always find the different takes on the reader finding out about Nightwing but I really want to know what you think his reaction would be?Anyways, this might not be something you'll write but I just figured I'd ask

Lots of love and admiration for you and your works

❤️

A compliment and a Dick grayson ask??omg made my day ( I promise he isn't my favorite I love them all equally)

Ive never really written vigilante reader..or even imagined one but I can try

Dick Grayson x vigilante!s/o

s/n- supername

"There's an armed robbery at the children's hospital on 34th" reported Tim onto the batcom.

"I can get there in 5" replied Dick.

"Take hood with you, he's on 39th " Ordered Batman

"I don't need a babysitter..especially not hood"

"HAHA, Ill be there as soon as I'm done beating up this creep who was cornering pretty girls" Jason says cheekily.

"wait ..I dont think i need you here hood, or even I'm needed..S/n got here first. She's tying up the perps as we speak"

"Unmask her Nightwing, even I couldnt figure out her identity and she has been spotted in too many crimes around gotham" said Oracle

"You can't passible think THE s/n is a criminal" tim replied shocked

"Haha timmy has a thing for s/n just cause she was caught buying rock shirts from the shady stores he loves" Jason teases

" NO REAL NAMES ON THE COMS JASON, also Oracle is right. Best to be precautionary" states Batman.

Nightwing approaches s/n. "OH JEEZ, hi your scared me haha. Not that you're scary. You're really hot , I mean your partner probably finds you hot but not me. I'm just random vigilante...Uh anyways Ive called the police they're on their way so I think my work here is done!" You say hurriedly after spotting your boyf-nightwing approaching you.

"Well good work here s/n. But I actually had to speak to you alone. " "Me? why??"

"I need you to unmask yourself. Batman's orders . You cant trust me, you know I'm one of the good guys and we have been on multiple cases together. Plus you are kind of in my city"

" Well I- dick listen." "How do you -" You take off your mask to reveal yourself.

"I was about to tell you dickie..please don't be mad" "MAD? ME? MY SWEETHEART IS A CRIME FIGHTING ASS KICKING SUPERHERO! I KNEW YOU WERE TOO STRONG TO BE A BARISTA!. I mean I do wish you told me before" "I just didn't know how you would take it. You always talked about how much you loved our domestic intimacy and simplicity in our relationship and i-" Dick takes your hands in his "We can still have that baby, just because you are a superhero doesn't change anything. Youre still the best thing that ever happened to me and now we can even spend more time together as our alter ego. We would be a great power couple!" Says dick, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

"EW EW THE ROMANTIC SPEECH WAS GROSS BUT KISSING NOISES?" Yells jason into the coms

" NO DICK HOW COULD YOU, MY SUPERCRUSH MAN" Cries out tim

"shit i forgot to turn off my comms" whines dick

"NO REAL NAMES ON THE COMS !" Orders Bataman

"Bring her to the manor once you have discussed the - the revelation. There is much to talk about" Says Batman.

"I'm Surprised Y/n is even real" Joins in Damian.

"WHY WOULD I LIE ABOUT HAVING A PARTNER" yells Nightwing into the comms while you try to muffle your laugh.

"Well, I am no one to comment on your mental state NightWing, But it is questionable"

You pull away Dick from the comms before they all start bickering- and giving bruce a headache. Sure there was a lot to discuss but dick is the best batboy to be a vigilante partner to. He would be understanding and non restrictive and the perfect partner in fight. Communication is easy with him and he trusts you and gives you your space to be yourself. After all, its all these things that make him love you for you.

sorry if there is anything offensive i don't usually write gn!reader cuz I'm a cis female and I don't proof read. Also english is not my first language. Lmk if there's anything offensive and ill change it.

[alisonwritesimagines]

Silent Auction ~Batfamily Imagine~

Summary: During a gala, your sons get together to surprise you and Bruce with a gift for your future baby. However, you and Bruce are surprised and confused at the gift.

Author's Note: This may or may not be inspired by a scene in an episode of Netflix's The Babysitter's Club.

"I swear to you that mom and Bruce are planning on having a baby," Tim told everyone.

"Really? How do you know?" Duke asked him.

"Well..."

Tim could smell the food his mother and Alfred were cooking for the night's dinner. It wasn't rare for you two to be cooking together as you had always felt lazy whenever Alfred did all the cooking and cleaning.

"What has Master Bruce said about the situation?" Alfred asked you. Tim could hear you both talking as he stood by the slightly opened door.

"He agrees on this. I know our family is big but most of the kids are gone. We have the space for it. And I think it'll be great to expand the family. Plus it'll be nice to have another little Wayne running around. Right?" Tim heard you say.

"Well, you have my full support," Alfred told you.

Tim's eyes widen from processing your conversation. You and Bruce were going to have a child together.

"And how long ago was this?" Cassandra asked.

"Like a few days ago. I don't know why they haven't told us yet," Tim said as he leaned back a little.

"It's because mother and father do not think we're ready," Damien said.

"What are you talking about?" Dick asked.

"Isn't it obvious? Mother and father have focused on us ever since they took us in. If they bring a baby, then they're gonna worry more about us and the baby," Damien said.

"Huh. What do you know? The little demon spawn has a point," Jason said.

"So what should we do then?" Cassandra asked.

"I hear there is a silent auction at the gala coming up. Why don't we find something for them and let them know that they should have a baby," Dick said.

"Yeah. Let's see what they have before we buy anything."

The Wayne family had always made an appearance at a few galas or charity auctions once in a while. This was to help the community and keep your family's secret under wraps. However, this gala had seemed a little different to you. You couldn't figure out what but since the children were in somewhat good behavior, you didn't pay much attention.

"Guys check it out! A baby basket," Cassandra said as they all approached it.

"This is perfect. Someone needs to distract mom and Bruce while we try to win this," Jason said.

"Damien and Duke. You two go distract mom and Bruce until the auction is done," Dick ordered.

"Alright. Let's go," Duke said before heading over to you and Bruce.

"Mother. I have a question for you," Damien said.

"What is it, sweetie?" You asked as you looked over at him.

"If you had to choose on your favorite child, who would it be?" Damien said.

"Damien! You know that I love you all equally right?" You asked him.

"Yes, but if you had to choose, who would it be and why?" Damien asked.

"Let's change the subject. That's a beautiful dress, Y/n. Thank you for letting me come with you guys," Duke smiled.

"You are family now, Duke. You have to attend these kinds of stuff anyway once in a while," you smiled.

"Yes. Even though they are a pain to attend to," Bruce complained a little.

"Don't whine. You promised me we'd attend this," you warned your husband.

"I know. Why don't we look at the auctions? You can pick out something if you want and we'll bid on it," Bruce told you.

"No!" Duke and Damien protested. You and Bruce looked over at the two in confusion.

"No? Why?" You asked confused.

"Because I want you to dance with me," Damien said before leading you to the dance floor.

While Duke and Damien kept you and Bruce occupied, the rest was keeping people away from the basket.

"Oh, this looks lovely," one lady said as she looked at the basket.

"You don't want that," Cassandra said.

"Is that so?"

"Yes. I think there are more deserving women who are expecting currently," Dick tells the lady.

"Why don't you bid on this lovely chocolate basket?" Tim said as he pointed the basket to the other side.

"Okay, Damien. I think I should get a drink now," you tell your youngest as you both strayed away from the dance floor.

"I can get it for you. Stay right here," Damien said as he rushed off.

"The kids are definitely up to something," you tell your husband who approached you after your dance.

"Yes, they are. Are we going to question it?"

"In a bit. There hasn't been too much chaos yet," you tell him.

"Mom! Bruce!" You heard. You both turned around to see your kids with a bassinet with baby stuff in it.

"Congratulations!" Dick smiled as he handed Bruce the bassinet.

"What's this?" You asked.

"We know you two are planning on having a baby!" Tim smiled. You and Bruce looked at each other before looking back at the kids.

"We didn't even tell you kids yet because we weren't sure if we should bring in another Wayne member in the house so soon," you tell the kids.

"You should mom. Especially since we're all grown up and no offense, you and father aren't getting any younger," Damien told you.

"Damien," Cassandra warned as she nudged him.

"We're glad you kids are okay with it," you smiled.

"But we won't be bringing in a baby just yet. We do have some things to sort out but we are glad you kids are okay with it," Bruce smiled.

"But for now, how did you kids manage to outbid everyone?" You asked.

"We have our ways," Jason smiled.

"Do I have to pay for it?" Bruce asked.

"Of course not. We all pitched in. And Alfred of course," Duke told you.

"So baby names yet?" Cassandra asked you making you laugh a little.

"Not yet but you know what, we'll talk about it," you tell your kids.

[ladyelissarose]

Warnings: FLUFFFFFFF!!

what I imagined that this mini story would be like in the future for this particular Batfamily. Which comes after this story (previous chapters) takes place.

Long Lost Christmas Wish

Last Part -Chapter 5 :Epilogue 

1 year later

  Bruce Wayne was finally able to get himself together and asked the angel of his life to marry him and move in with him at the Manor. Y/n was hesitant at first, but only because she made herself look and feel small and insignificant next to her new billionaire husband, but Bruce made her feel equal and more than enough for him.  

  He promised her that she didn’t need to match up to him or work to get where he is, but instead all he needed from her, was her undying love and loyalty, a promise that no matter how hard life got, that she’d always stay, and wait to welcome him home very night, even if the sun was already up calling for the morning. And that she did, though there were days and nights way harder than others, Y/n would work her way, to welcome him home. She made sure that he came into her arms, and not into an empty home. Someone to be the guardian angel in his life as he fought the darkness of the crucial city they lived in. 

  On the day of their anniversary, which was on Christmas, Bruce took his lovely wife to the Annual Circus that came into the city, ‘The Flying Graysons’, and through tragedy, that’s where they met their future son, Dick Grayson. Bruce oddly enough was the first to fall in love with the poor, orphaned boy, but it was because they shared an awful past. Then, soon came along Jason Todd, whom Y/n found first while volunteering at a children’s shelter, and her heart was knotted to his the minute her eyes landed on his round, bright greens orbs. He was trying to steal the wheels from her car, the one Bruce had just gotten her for her birthday. And instead of feeling angry for his mischievous deeds, she felt compassion, knowing he needed a home more than those tires that he so insistently tried to get off. Tim Drake came along when Bruce came across an unsuccessful mission leaving Tim fatherless, it wasn’t Bruce’s fault, but he still felt responsible. And he had only mentioned Tim Drake being without a father and that was enough for Y/n to say, yes. Yes, that she wanted him to be apart of their family too, as long as he wanted, and of course Tim Drake said yes, especially because he knew that his knew father was the Batman himself. 

  From that moment on Bruce and his wife, Y/n, were happy with their 3 boys, all 3 came into their home with different stories and backgrounds, but all with the same starting point, without a family. Y/n made it a point that they’d celebrate Christmas all together and to leave the city on its own, from Christmas Eve to Christmas night. Y/n got her strong, and persistent vigilante boys to pass out cookies in ugly sweaters in the Boys Shelter, which Bruce built and put in Y/n’s name. Calling it, ‘Guardian Angels, Home for Boys’. She soon had one built for girls too, she couldn’t leave those precious diamonds behind either. Three Christmas’ had past, with ups and downs with her boys, and husband, Alfred always helped her out in a great amount, but it was still a handful, mostly when they left the minute the signal hit the sky. And she began to feel a little lonely at night, she wanted someone to tend to and keep her busy as she refused to sleep when all her boys were out at night. Her wish finally came true when she turned out pregnant with a baby boy, Damian Wayne, was what Bruce named him. After a few months of having him in the safety of their Manor he was kidnapped by Bruce’s wicked ex, Thalia Al Ghul, her claiming that she should’ve had him, not Bruce wife. Talia disappeared in thin air with Y/n’s son, leaving them searching for him for 8 long years, until he came back, grown into a little boy, with a terrible, hurt heart of vengeance. But being the Angel she was, Y/n was able to fix his damaged heart, through the truth of who they were to him, no matter how long it took to convince him. Soon along came into their bundle Cassandra Cain, Y/n’s first girl. And she became great besties with her and grew a wonderful mother-daughter relationship. Cassandra trusted Y/n and loved how safe she felt in her mother’s arms, even with the chaotic beginning she had as a vigilante herself, Y/n her new mother, was able to channel it where it was now stable but still productive, along with her father and brothers. Y/n continued to work as a teacher, but also worked with children that were caught up in the messes that Batman tried to fix at night, she’d be the one to comfort them and made sure they made it back safely to their families. And every night, every single night, when her Batfaimly came home from long, exhausting nights, Y/n would be there to tend every one of them, giving them the silence they needed, or the hugs(Jason Todd was famous for those.) A listening ear, a nice warm meal or just a snack.(Tim Drake preferred just coffee) Her family depended on her to be their guardian Angel, to be the one to heal them, to mend their wounds and hearts from the worlds chaos. And now Christmas celebrations were bigger, to accommodate with the new size of their family, but she didn’t mind the extra decorating or wrapping up more presents for her kids. Sometimes her boys though would want to ‘help’, but they’d end up full of tape in their hair and some wrapping paper, or when ‘helping’ bake Christmas goodies for the shelter, they’d always.. always end up in a HUGE mess in the kitchen, leaving Y/n and Cass alone with the actual baking, while Alfred made the boys clean their mess. But, that’s the life she was willing to give to her babies. She promised Bruce that she’d be a good mother, for the rest of her life, never leaving or changing anything for them. And now, that their family was complete, Y/n couldn’t of been more happier, her Long Lost Christmas Wish, was finally here. 

[moonlit-imagines]

Misbehavior (Part 2)

Jason Todd x batkid!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt:

part 1

Jason and you had completely lost track of time during the bonding session he’d enacted over ice cream, but that wasn’t a bad thing.

It was starting to get dark out, that meant that you’d have to start patrol soon.

“I guess we’d better get out of here.” You sighed while wiping melted ice cream off of your hands with a napkin.

“Yeah!” Jason slapped the table, making you jump back. “Yeah, we do! We’re going to see Bruce!”

“What are you going on about?” You asked while shoving your garbage together, a little intrigued by Jason’s sudden excitement to see Bruce. He was never excited to see Bruce. Ever.

“I’m gonna give that trust fund baby a piece of my mind.” Jason grabbed his trash and threw it away as he stormed out the door, giving you barely enough time to catch up. You rushed to the car and fell into the passenger seat, not even able to close the door before Jason his the gas. He had this look in his eyes, one that you only saw on special occasions. Like when Alfred makes margaritas.

“Wait give me your guns before we get anywhere near there.” You instructed as he swerved around three different cars. “And slow down, for god’s sake. Remember when Dick got in that car wreck? New stations ate that stuff up, we don’t need that kind of publicity again.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jason laughed at you as he flipped through the radio stations.

“Guns.” You demanded once more.

“Don’t have ‘em. Came unarmed. Because of the school.” You crossed your arms and stared at him until he noticed from the corner of his eye and groaned. “Under the seat.”

“Thank you.” You perkily answered while leaning over and fishing for his weapons. Crisis averted.

“Okay so, I’m gonna go in the Batcave and give Bruce a piece of my mind,” Jason explained over the blaring speakers, “I need you to stay nearby just in case he decides he’s sick of my shit and like, call’s Ra’s to undo my resurrection or something!”

“What?” You shouted back, trying not to laugh at his plan.

“Are you asking what did I say or are you asking what am I talking about?” You tried to reach for the volume knob, but Jason just pushed your hand away. “Don’t you dare turn my music down!”

“Jay, it’s a commercial!”

—————

Jason had stormed through the Manor full-speed while you loosely followed, wondering how this would turn out. The two of you arrived to the grandfather clock in no-time, Jason rotated the hands to open the wall.

“Why the fuck isn’t it opening?” Jason grumbled as you pushed him aside. “Don’t tell me he changed the code.

“You put in 10:46.” You poked the minute hand a smidge upwards and stepped back as the Batcave entrance revealed itself.

“So fuckin’ tedious.” Jason muttered while rushing down the stairs, leaving you to scramble after him. Your footsteps left an echo each time you hit the metal, which always scared you for some reason. Or maybe it was the fact that there were holes in the steps that revealed a drop into the great unknown. “Bruceeee!” Jason called into the cavern of delusional know as the “Batcave.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” The adoptive father that you had in common pinched the bridge of his nose as he sat before the Batcomputer. “What is it, Jason?” He asked, swiveling his seat to face the two of you. “Y/N, you should get ready for patrol.”

“No, no, no, y/n. Stay right there.” Jason commanded with his arm out, halting your from any further movement. “Bruce, are you fucking kidding me?”

“What’s the problem this time?” He asked bluntly, seeming to just barely care about Jason’s anger. I mean, he was usually like this, it wasn’t new or anything.

“This kid right here. This one.” Jason pointed to you. Well, to the right of you. You weren’t exactly where he thought you were behind him. “You need to start giving a shit, because man, this kid is special.”

“I care about all my children equally.” Bruce’s lies rolled right off of his tongue, it was fascinating.

“Bullshit, man!” Jason shouted back at his father, you were beginning to think this was more personal than ever. “I’ve been talking to this kid for like, six hours. Bullied, ignored, talented, badass, and some other stuff! But do you care about any of that? You didn’t even care enough to pick them up from school!” Jason’s face was starting to get a little red, you were contemplating whether or not you shoukd step in and give him a break.

“I had work to do, Jason. You know this.” Bruce was showing absolutely no remorse, it was sickening. Your stomach was literally turning whike you watched.

“If it were Tim or Damian you would’ve sprinted out the door, don’t even lie!” Jason replied, watching Bruce’s eyebrows lift up. “I barely knew y/n before today, and that sucks. That’s my little sibling, I should know more about them. Quick, tell me their middle name.” Your dad was silent, proving your brother’s point. “Uh-huh. It’s m/n.”

“Jason, you’re out of line—” Bruce attempted to scold, but you couldn’t win that game with Jason Todd.

“I’m bot finished yet!” He snapped. “I fuckin’ love this kid. No joke, love ‘em. How can you not?” Listening to this boosted your ego more than you’d like to admit, you weren’t used to all this praise. “That’s my little sibling,” he repeated, “that’s family that gets it.” Before he could go on, a few more of your siblings entered the cave.

“What’s going on here?” Tim asked, triggering a vein-pop in Jason’s forehead.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, replacement?” He rolled his eyes and looked over to you, who was actually doing the same! Heartwarming how that happens.

“Jason has decided to lecture me on how I parent my children.” Bruce answered Tim’s question in such a generalized way that your brother just couldn’t stand for.

“Y/N’s been getting bullied at school and he doesn’t give a single fuck!” Jason announced the the Batclan.

“You didn’t have to tell them that part, Jay.” You whispered while tugging on his sleeve.

“Oh, yes I did. It’s a sympathy tactic.” He whispered back and went on with his speech. “He doesn’t pay any attention to y/n. None of you do! That’s no way to treat one of your own!”

“Get over it, Todd.” Damian clicked his teeth and shoved right past you two, ready to get on with patrol.

“Well, if that’s how you feel then fine! Y/N, pack your shit, you’re staying with me tonight. It’s too crowded in this stupid mansion anyway.” Jason rested a hand on your back and led you out of the cave. “Gonna stop me, Bruce? Didn’t think so.”

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Look I know that dick is canonically the favorite child. Like. Bruce basically says it. “Dick Grayson is the one thing I did right” and whatever

Buuuuut I just saw a post about how Jason is the favorite cuz he’s a serial killer and Bruce is like :( I miss my baby boy

NOT TO MENTION! The crap Bruce has put dick through… like Jason went to Arkham but he got a cushy room and pouted. Dick went undercover in Arkham for Bruce and was drugged out of his mind and basically tortured

Like. I don’t think dick is the favorite. I don’t think that’s why Bruce says stuff like “dick Grayson is the one thing I did right” cuz he loves him more than the others. He says that stuff becuz he sees dick as an extension of himself. He sees dick as the idealized version of both Bruce Wayne and Batman and as a result is comfortable shitting on him and using him for the worst missions becuz that’s exactly how Bruce treats himself.

I don’t know. Thoughts?

o o f. okay. this is a loaded question babe, and there's tons to think about in here

so first off in my completely unbiased opinion dick grayson is the favourite child because he's the eldest sibling and eldest siblings are automatically the best. also they basically help raise the younger ones. so like. instant favouritism.

now to think about it a lil bit more critically, (and again, this is one of those heavy batfam topics where you could come up with a thousand different answers with evidence supporting it, so this is just what i personally think), i don't think bruce has a favourite child.

parents don't really have,,,,favourite children. sure, there are some they may tolerate better than others, but that doesn't apply in case of the batfam, because every single one of them are astronomically vexing in their own way. none of them are easy children to parent.

in terms of how he's treated them, there's obviously the most damning evidence for dick being both the "most favourite" and the "least favourite" simply because of how long dick grayson's character has existed. there's just more history with him, so there's more to point to. i'm no expert, but i feel like proportionally, bruce's positive and negative interactions with the batfamily are roughly about the same, with a little bias against cass and maybe damian.

and remember: bruce didn't put jason in arkham. that was dick. but you are right about what happened at arkham. i've heard so many people bemoan jason having to go to arkham and gush over their poor baby getting all re-traumatized and curse dick grayson's entire lineage for putting him there when,,,,,,nothing really happened? he was alone except for the arkham staff and he had to go to some therapy appointments. dick was basically tortured when bruce sent him to arkham.

and to piggyback off of that, bruce does send dick to a lot of missions that he probably wouldn't send anyone else on. arkham and spyral to name a couple, and while there were a whole barrage of factors that led to the decision, the one i think that's most relevant to your ask is how much bruce trusts dick.

out of everyone in the batfamily, bruce trusts dick the most, which is partially why bruce sends dick on these missions. he loves jason but can't trust him, not with the mission or other people's lives. cass and tim are competent and proven trustworthy, but bruce still sees them as children. yes he's acknowledged their skill and relies on them immensely, but he still sees them as his kids that he needs to protect. (damian is. child.) dick, on the other hand, has fought to gain respect in bruce's eyes. bruce not only trusts him with people he cares about, the mission, and himself, but he also sees him as an equal partner capable of carrying out whatever bruce needs him to do.

he uses him for the worst missions because he doesn't think anyone else, maybe even himself included, can do them. this isn't a good way of thinking, because it takes dick's choice out of the equation and fails to consider all of the allies he's made that may in actuality be better suited to the job.

and so, this preference and bias towards dick may come across as him being the "favourite child," because it looks like bruce is placing a higher value on dick than the others. he's not, he just has a heavy parental bias blocking him from considering other options.

there is some truth to the "sees dick as an extension of himself" thing though. it's canon that bruce sees dick as a more perfect, more idealized version of what batman was supposed to represent. i don't think that would lead to bruce "shitting on him and using him for the worst missions" however. because he believes dick will do a better job at completing certain missions than he will, he sends dick on those ones. the ones that are truly awful and he doesn't want anyone else to experience, he'll do himself, because he doesn't think anyone else in his family should have to experience it when he can take the burden for them.

(of course he thinks that way, he's their father. that won't change on the field or off, no matter how well bruce thinks he can compartmentalize.)

a little deep for a monday afternoon lmao. regardless, i hope this answered your question, or at least gave you something to contemplate!

[squishneedsahero]

New Beginnings

Awesomest of Them All 2.0

Part 6 of 13

Word Count: 1519

Batman x Batmom!Reader

You know what the bat family needs? Someone to pull them together and give them all the love they deserve. Who better to do that than you? An author rising to stardom in Gotham who catches the eye of a billionaire with your standoffish attitude at a huge social gathering. You are yourself and never pretend to be more or less than that. Plus you're the most stubborn person in the world, refusing to let good things go without reason.

This is a rewrite of my story Awesomest of Them All, I wanted to see how much I've improved over 3 years.

You stood in front of a mirror admiring your dress. It was a beautiful white gown, the perfect fit and cut for you. It was everything you had wanted and more thanks to Bruce insisting on Lois and Dinah going with you to make sure you treated yourself for this occasion.

You and Bruce had decided to go with a small family wedding, which is kind of ironic considering both of you were only children whose parents had passed. It was to be held in the manor's garden, a nice private little thing. You had both invited your friends, mostly the members of the League and their partners since you had never been great at the making friends thing.

As soon as Bruce spilled the beans on being Batman all the other women who were connected with heroes had swooped in and claimed you as one of their own. So now all the more extroverted women who were desperate for someone else who understood how obnoxious being in love with a superhero was had brought you, the introvert, into their group to bitch about things together. Needless to say you all had become fast friends and regularly texted in a group chat to complain about things no one else would understand and call your partners idiots for this or that.

Lois and Dinah had become your closest friends of all the women, all the other men in the league had at least a tad bit less of an ego than Oliver, Clark and Bruce did so the three of you formed a close bond. This is what had lead to you asking them to be your bridesmaids who were currently helping you with the finishing touches on your veil and flower crown. They finish up and begin chatting with you about something else when you're interrupted by a knock on the door, "Come in," You say, and it opens to reveal your pseudo father, Alfred.

"You look lovely Miss (l/n)," he says and you smile. "Are you ready?" He asks. You had asked him to walk you down the isle, since your biological father wasn't here to do it. Dinah and Lois wish you luck before hurrying to their places and leaving you to have a moment with Alfred.

You take a breath, "Yes, I'm ready," you were jittery with nervousness and excitement and you could feel your arm shaking when you hook it with Alfred's.

"Are you okay y/n?" He asks you, as he had finally begun to use your first name as you had asked him many times.

"Yes," you smile at him, "just excited to really be part of the family."

He shakes his head gently, "y/n, don't sell yourself short, you became part of this family the first time you walked in that door." With that he walks you out of the dressing room to be ready to go after your bridesmaids.

You and Bruce had asked Dick to be the ring bear and the fourteen year old had been delighted, except for the fact that he couldn't dress up as a bear. He heads out first, followed by Oliver and Dinah then Clark and Lois. It really was a small wedding, the only person you and Bruce didn't know well was the photographer.

Within a minute of you leaving the dressing room you're walking down the isle. Bruce was standing up there and when he saw you a huge grin made its way onto his face. It might be the biggest smile you've seen on his face, possibly bigger than the one he had on his face when you had said yes to him proposing. Commissioner Gordon officiates and the ceremony flies by. After you say the I do's the rest of the day is a blur. There's the dances and toasts until you and Bruce leave for your honeymoon that evening.

You and Bruce had decided to go to a cabin in the mountains, with no cell reception or WiFi, an entire week for just the two of you. The two of you spent most of the time cuddling and enjoying the fact that you could spend time together with out being needed. You had told the League members to not bother the both of you even if the world was ending, mostly joking... mostly, because you would both die happy.

Most of the cuddles happened in the morning, evening, and at night when it was cold. During the day the two of you would do stuff together. At one point you decided to climb a tree and claimed to be stuck just so he had to come rescue you, then you turned it into the two of you 'Sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G'. The two of you lived off of cheap take out food the entire week, because neither of you knew how to cook, most of your dates had been to high end restaurants in Gotham, and Alfred would never allow such food in the manor.

It was a perfect week, sex, kissing, cuddling and doing the dumbest of things together. All of the sex and kissing was just a bonus as the two of you just genuinely loved spending time together. Sure the two of you had other friends and people to spend time with but Bruce was your favorite person in the world and your best friend while you were his. You had married your best friend and that was why it worked so well because before being lovers, before even thinking of dating the two of you had been equals and respected each other.

Eventually the end of the week comes and the two of you have to head back to civilization. When you get back Dick and Alfred are waiting for you.

"Welcome back Mr. and Mrs.Wayne," Alfred says with a smile on his face that gets bigger when he calls you Mrs.Wayne.

"Mom! Dad!" Dick exclaims running to hug the two of you, and you cry. It was the first time he called you Mom, and knowing him he had probably planned it.

"Hi, baby," you say pulling him and Bruce into a hug, then you reach out for Alfred and he joins you.

Dick pulls away, "I forgot to give you your present."

"Oh, Dick, you didn't-" you stop talking when you see what he's holding out to you. It's adoption papers. You find yourself pulling him back into a hug, and crying again, silly you had thought you were done with that.

"Are you okay?" He asks worriedly, "You don't have to, I won't call you Mom if you don't want me to," he continues hurriedly.

"No I'd love to Dick, and you can call me Mom, but only if you want to," you kiss his forehead. All of those questions he had asked when you and Bruce first got engaged had fallen to the side, not mentioned again by anyone. But they obviously hadn't been forgotten, as shown now by Dick and his excitement.

"I want to call you mom, mom," he says hugging you again.

"Well, as long as you're sure," you kiss his forehead once again, "where's a pen?" You ask as you stand up straight and Dick grins at you.

A few nights after you and Bruce get back you head to the kitchen to get a snack, in the hopes of calming your nerves, because Bruce and Dick are out on patrol and you can't help but worry. They're your boys. You sneak into the kitchen and open the fridge in hopes of finding Alfred's leftover pie.

The light switches on and you turn around like a deer in the headlights, just to see Alfred standing in the doorway. "What are you doing Mrs.Wayne?" He asks, ever since you and Bruce were officially married he had refused to call you anything else.

"Worrying," you reply, turning back to the fridge, "there wouldn't happen to be any leftover pie, would there?"

"There is," Alfred says moving forward and finding it for you.

"Thank you, Alfred," you say taking the pie from him and moving to sit, not on the counter thanks to Alfred's being present. You sigh deeply, "why do I have to worry? It was so much easier not knowing."

"Was it?" Alfred asks, wise as always.

You sigh again and shove a bite of pie into your mouth as you give your father-in-law a playful glare. "I suppose it wasn't, never knowing why he wouldn't let me stay the night, but it was less stressful not having to know he's out there being Batman and that Dick is out there too."

He sets a hand on your shoulder in comfort, "it doesn't get easier-"

"Gee- thanks for making me feel better," you joke before shutting up and finishing your pie.

"Y/n, they're your loved ones, it will never be easy seeing them put themselves in danger but you knew that when you agreed to marry him. It might not be easy but it's worth it for those you love, I've found that to be true on many occasions."

[outoftheframework]

characterization cheat sheet: the batfamily boys

Hey everyone! I had the idea to compile a comprehensive list of different traits and attributes for each member of the batfamily based off of both canon and fanon interpretations. I think this could be useful for new members to the fandom, or those looking to write and/or draw for these characters. Remember that these will have a slight bias considering I, a fanon creator, am creating the lists. But I’ll try to make them as accurate as possible.

Appearances vary from artist to artist, so I’ll try to stray away from general details and add more little things you can consider in your art.

Bruce Wayne:

Age: 35-45

Appearance: Extremely physically fit, but signs of aging and prolonged exertion can slip through. Has a collection of scattered scars varying from fresh to fully healed. Strong, dark features. Conventionally attractive, but can easily switch to be foreboding/intimidating. Well kept in public appearances, but can look like death incarnate when in private.

Personality: Dual personas: “Bruce” (at home, but not as batman) and “Brucie” (public appearances like galas, news interviews). Bruce is stoic, well-read and educated, well-mannered, and occasionally can be witty and laid-back. Smirks rather than smiles. Brucie is loud, spontaneous, charming, and sometimes oblivious. He is the womanizer and scandal-maker. Often the actions of Brucie are motivated by Batman’s interests.

Speech: Bruce was mainly raised by as English butler, so his speech patterns are proper and smooth. Rarely uses speech fillers such as “uh” and “um,” except when interrupted while concentrating. Despite living in Gotham his entire life, he has not picked up the accent. His voice is newscaster American, almost impossible to pinpoint to a certain region. His speech as Brucie changes to relate more to the audience he is addressing. Speeches to Gotham high society will sound different than those aimed to the general public.

Additional Attributes: Bruce Wayne in all of his personalities is fiercely protective, and can easily slip into a deeper voice to intimidate. Bruce can be extremely empathetic and slightly impulsive when it comes to children who have lost their parents. As learned through his training to become Batman, Bruce is disciplined and can work for hours straight.

Dick Grayson:

Age: 23-29

Appearance: Dick Grayson mirrors a young Bruce Wayne despite their not being blood related. This could be a subconscious action by Dick to absorb traits of his father figure. His lean acrobatic body starts to set him apart from Bruce’s image. Dick manages to be well-built but still limber and flexible. His feet and hands are rough and calloused. His hair can get long but usually stays at a length in between Bruce’s and Tim’s. His eyes are bright blue without even a hint of green or brown. 

Personality: In one comic I believe it was Superman who said that Dick Grayson is a universal constant, meaning that on every alternate earth or timeline, you can always rely on him to be good and pure. I think this really sums up who Dick should be. He is kind to a fault, and can sometimes be naive and not think things through. He loves to love, be that in his family, in his romantic relationships, in his friendships, and even in strangers. He is a chronic hero who only wants to see the world as a better place. But it’s important to note that Dick can get angry when pushed, and holds grudges.

Speech: Dick is an extremely interesting study in speech patterns. As a child he traveled with the circus, until he lived with clear-spoken Bruce Wayne and a proper English butler. So influences to his speech and accent come both internationally and locally to Gotham and Bludhaven. As a child living at Wayne Manor, Dick picks up a slight Gotham tinge to his accent with some British flourish in his vowel sounds. He regularly speaks in slang. As Nightwing he is able to suppress his unique speech to sound more evenly American.

Additional Attributes: Dick acts differently around each of his family members as to be what they need in a big brother. For example, he is more fatherly to Damian while to Tim he is more an equal. Dick can fidget and has less of an attention span than Bruce. He can use jokes as a coping mechanism.

Jason Todd: 

Age: 22-26

Appearance: Hair is often long on top and shorter on the sides, sometimes with a white streak as a side effect from the Lazarus Pit. Tallest and heaviest of all the kids, very physically intimidating. Has a lot of scars and burns, and in some fan works he has a “Y” shaped scar the length of his chest from his autopsy. Never skips leg day. Green/blue eyes.

Personality: Jason goes through a lot of character development, but for this list I’m going off a timeline of post-Under the Red Hood, where Jason is on okay, yet still a little shaky, terms with the rest of the family. Jason has a hard time separating vigilante life and civilian life; his death as Robin ended his life as Jason Todd, blurring the lines between the two. Jason is legally dead, so he is basically building an identity back up. He holds some attributes from childhood: brave, impulsive, loud-mouthed, and street-smart. But his experiences post-Robin have made him a hardened loner. He lives modestly and with some semblance of order. He’s hard to foster a relationship with, but can be a passionate friend/family member when he opens up.

Speech: Jason probably has the least influence from Bruce and Alfred’s speech patterns, seeing as though he spent a lot more time with his biological family/on the streets than he did as a preteen in the manor. He is the definition of Gotham vernacular, with a rough edge. So much so that as a child, the high society gala attenders sometimes had a hard time understanding him. Often talks in curt, short sentences.

Additional Attributes: He has trouble expressing his emotions, more specifically anger and/or grief. Can both love or hate furiously. Inherently good, but sometimes does “bad” things. Protective over children, especially those living on the street. Very much a believer in “the ends justify the means.”

Tim Drake:

Age: 17-20

Appearance: Pale skin, dark hair. Sharp cheek bones and jawline, mostly from how skinny he is. His body isn’t technically “built” to be extremely athletic, but he’s forced a nice lean build from stringently working out. Easily loses and gains weight as a direct result of his work, causing fluctuations in his build. Five foot something, will eventually be out-grown by Damian. Long hair that can still be styled to look professional.

Personality: Tim Drake is very passionate in pretty much everything he sets his mind to. He feels as though he imposed himself onto Batman to become Robin, so he works twice as hard to prove his worth. He can be self conscious and deprecating. Tim as Robin or Red Robin is very different than civilian Tim; his hero personas can be bolder and more confident. Despite dropping out of high school, he values education.

Speech: Tim grew up rich, and his speech reflects an intelligence gained from private tutors. Despite this, he knows how to interact with those his age in using less formal language and slang. Often quotes books and movies. Can be awkward and stumble over his words when teased by his friends/family. He can manipulate people easily in business settings by talking fast and confidently while explaining complex topics.

Additional Attributes: Tim’s demeanor is directly tied to his varying levels of confidence and anxiety. Tim is has above-average intelligence and is diligent in detective work, but can still act like a teenager. He can be stubborn to extremes and will patiently play the long con. He does not cope well with loss.

Duke Thomas:

Age: 17-19

Appearance: Short dark hair, shaved on the sides and/or the back. Often wears the colors yellow and black. Around the same height as Tim, but a little taller. Stronger and heavier build more alike to Jason than Dick, but he’s still light on his feet. Expressive face that can give away his feelings easily. Still a bit of a baby face, but he’s still well-proportioned and conventionally handsome.

Personality: In my works, I’ve often described Duke as having a “sun-shiny” personality. He is one to not even think twice about putting others before himself. Duke uses his own personal experiences to guide him as a hero rather than suppress his emotions. Duke went from being an only child to having a large family, so he can sometimes feel overwhelmed. He is on friendly terms with every member of the batfamily, as well as many other heroes. Duke is self-sacrificial and is still learning how to effectively work as a detective.

Speech: Duke grew up in a middle class Gotham family, so his speech is influenced by his parents as well as his city environment. Duke has a mild Gotham accent and speaks a lot in modern slang. He hasn’t had much influence from Bruce and Alfred, considering he hasn’t lived with them for long. It’s possible that as he grows he will pick up some influences from Bruce and Tim’s way of speaking, but will most likely hold onto the accent of his childhood.

Additional Attributes: Duke is a metahuman vigilante in a city where Batman typically bans them, which causes a bit of an insecurity and a perfectionist drive. These are exasperated by the long line of history preceding him, as well as the fact that he involved himself in the Robin movement rather than being handpicked by Batman. He and Tim can relate in that way. Duke is an ardent student of Batman and is dedicated to the cause.

Damian Wayne:

Age: 10-14

Appearance: Looks similar to Bruce when he was the same age, yet stronger and with tanner skin. His hair is expertly cut and styled, but still age-appropriate. He is the shortest of the batkids, but still has a lot of time and potential to grow. He pretty much won the genetics lottery with Bruce and Talia as his biological parents, and is made for athletics. He has some scars that stand out with their pale coloring against his tan skin. 

Personality: Damian is slowly becoming less of a brat, to put it bluntly. He admires his family and tries to mimic them, but will never confess it. Damian is quick to judge and will voice his opinion no matter how scathing it may be, both as civilian and hero. Damian is slowly realizing he may not want the Batman mantle as quickly as he planned. Jon is a perfect foil to Damian, and often makes him a better person when they’re together. 

Speech: His speech is proper and formal. Prefers formal titles: ex. “father” over “dad” and last names over first. Damian is at least bilingual (Arabic and English), and can switch between languages easily. Most of his speech patterns developed from his tutors in the League, and more recently, Alfred. Influences like Jon and Dick have introduced him to a more modern, laid-back way of speaking, which he sometimes utilizes when relaxed.

Additional Attributes: Damian has problems with authority, especially those that he doesn’t respect like his teachers at school. He can be arrogant and childish ever though he often acts like he knows everything. Damian is still a child and has much to learn from batman and family as well as unlearn from his time at the League. Dami was forged to be a ruthless warrior, but now has to find a balance between the hero Robin and the child Damian Wayne.

Hope this helps someone! Feel free to add on if you think I missed anything. Just please remember to be civil and respect different interpretations of these characters. Let me know if you want another one of these posts outlining the girls or other characters.

[emixion]

Mominette - Day 11 - Maribat March 2021

yay some pure fluff today. Enjoy! @maribatmarch-2k21 ao3 link

Marinette couldn’t take her eyes off of her.

She was tiny, so very tiny. Seven pounds and six ounces. She fit perfectly in Marinette’s arms.

Her round little head was covered in tufts of black hair, her tan skin soft to the touch, and her eyes a cool brown. She had a cute button nose and chubby little cheeks.

Her name was Layla Clementine Wayne and Marinette loved her with her entire heart and soul.

She’s never known this kind of love before. It felt like it was going to consume her whole as she sat in the hospital bed, her newborn daughter gurgling quietly in her arms.

She knew in that moment that she would do anything, anything on this Earth for this baby girl. There was no limit to her love. She’d been so happy when she found out she was pregnant, she’d taken the pregnancy test and put it in a small gift box, then gave it to a completely unprepared Damian. She didn’t see her husband cry very often, but on that day she wasn’t sure he would ever stop. Of course, she was her own blubbering mess, so she really couldn’t talk. Both of their families had been over the moon at the announcement. Her parents were ecstatic as expected and her grandparents elated. Damian’s siblings cheered and shed tears when they found out. And Bruce, oh Bruce. Even The Batman himself had to take a moment to compose himself, Alfred, still around and kicking, had remarked how excited he was to be a great-grandfather. Their friends had been equally as excited, and immediately started making plans for Marinette’s baby shower, even though it was months away at the time. 

Her pregnancy hadn’t been a walk in the park, especially with the added responsibility of Ladybug. She’d immediately been benched from missions, something that the newer Justice League member was not happy about. Though she understood that The League was just looking out for her and her unborn child. She’d still done work behind the scenes during her pregnancy, even helping Oracle with some hacking and intel. Marinette was quite a clever woman, so she’d caught on quick with Oracle’s help. It was hard being left behind while Damian still went on missions, but as her pregnancy progressed, Robin had taken a leave of absence to be with his wife. Things had gotten a lot easier after Damian went on leave. He was practically at her beck and call, getting her anything and everything she needed. Her labor hadn’t been pleasant, no labor was, but Marinette was a strong woman and handled it well. Damian, level headed as ever, had remained calm when she announced that her water had broken, but inwardly, he was a mess. He called Dick and told him that if he wasn’t there to pick them up in the next five minutes, Bludhaven would need a new hero. Dick arrived as fast as possible and drove the couple to the hospital while his brother sat in the back with his sister-in-law, holding her hand and reminding her to breathe. In the end, the labor and delivery went smoothly, and both mother and daughter were perfectly healthy.

Marinette was so engrossed in her daughter that she almost didn’t notice her husband return to the room with a cup of water for her.

“How are my girls?” Damian asked softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. The tenderness in his voice made Marinette smile.

“We’re good.” She answered, tearing her gaze away from their daughter to beam at her husband.

Her dazzling smile and the bundle in her arms filled Damian’s chest with a warmness he couldn’t quite describe. It was something so loving that it overwhelmed him. He wrapped his arm around his wife’s shoulders, leaning in to peer down at their baby girl.

“Hello Albi.”  He murmured to the little baby. Layla cooed in response.

“She’s so stunning, Angel.” He kissed his wife’s temple. “Just like her Maman.”

Marinette hummed. “Smooth.”

Damian chuckled. “Only telling the truth, Habibti.” He let Layla’s tiny hand wrap around one of his fingers. “She gets her beauty from you.”

Marinette leaned her head on his shoulder. “She’s got some of your good looks in there, too.”

Damian laughed again. “She’s definitely a Wayne.”

“And she’s all ours.” Marinette stated, a look of wonder on her face. “Can you believe it?”“Hardly.” Damian replied. “It’s surreal.” “It really is.” Marinette mused. “When I was young I always wanted children, but I never saw myself as a mom, y’know? I just didn’t think I deserved to be one, I guess.” Damian kissed her head again. “If there is any woman on this Earth that deserves to be a mother, it’s you, Angel. You are going to be a wonderful Maman to our daughter.” he reassured. “Out of the two of us, I am the less deserving one. I always have been.” Marinette lifted her head to look at him. “Damian..you know that’s not true. It doesn’t matter what happened in the past or how you were raised.  All that matters is how you’ve grown and who you are now.” She pressed their foreheads together. “And there’s no one else I’d rather father my child.” A fond smile spread on Damian’s face at his wife’s words. He kissed her nose before leaning down to kiss their daughter’s head. “And that is why you’ll be such a good Maman. You always know what to say.” Marinette snorted. “Not always.” “I beg to differ.” Damian argued, stroking Layla’s tiny fingers. “This little one seems to adore you already.” “Damian, she’s an hour old.” “And? She can already tell how wonderful her Maman is.” Marinette laughed, leaning her head on his shoulder again. “May she always know how loved she is.” Marinette said softly. Damian nuzzled her head. “She will, Habibti. I’m positive she will.”

[andieperrie18]

moral of the story (batfamily x batmom reader)

Inspire by moral of the story by ashe

So I never really knew you, God I really tried to

Loving Bruce wasn't hard. I have a lot of love to give and I gave myself to him unconditionally and thought that I he'll learn to love me someday. There were times that he would open up to me about things and his children. I did everything I could to help him, from taking care and raising the children he adopted, loving them like they are mine, to supporting his nightly routine.

"Aren't you father's wife, why aren't you sleeping in the same bed with him?" asked little Damian as I tucked him to his bed.

It's surprising to everyone that I was the first to tame the blood child of Bruce but I didn't really know how I did it too. Same as all of Bruce's children. I guess I just loved them all equally as a mother would wth her own child.

He wasn't the first child to ask me that, Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass and Duke did aswell but I didn't have the heart to tell them that I was hoping to be one day worthy to sleep beside him.

I was talking with my lawyer, saying where'd you find this guy

Said young people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes

I can't even move a muscle. My eyes were just staring at the blank line marked with an X and beside it was another line but filled with the perfect signature of my husband.

"I'm really sorry Y/n," I heard my lawyer/childhood bestfriend mutter to my side. I took a glance at her, teeth gritted and a frown blossomed on her face.

"Fei, its really ok-","OKAY?! HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT Y/N?!! YOU LOVED HIM FIRST!! YOU SAYING THAT YOU ARE REALLY LETTING HIM GO TO A S--"

"Fei, please. Don't make this harder. I don't need you to tell 'I said so' or 'you should have listened to me'. I don't even know how to tell my kids abou this so please don't make it harder for me..." I could feel my voice breaking with both my hands holding my torso cause I can't even read the contents of the papers placed before my eyes.

She finally stopped walking in circles from my pheripheral vision for a moment then pulled the chair she was sitting on earlier close to me. Then next I felt her pull my head to her until I was nuzzling my unmake-up face to her white office shirt.

That night, I walked down to the batcave where Bruce was. Alfred was there as well and didn't fail to greet me with a warm smile. But he saw the manila folder I held and it made the smile on his face disappear in a blink. I made my way to the man I once called my husband. He wasn't alone.

In his Batman uniform, his lips was sealed in a loving kiss by the only woman he had ever loved from the start. The very woman I can never compete for his heart.

Selina immediately notice my presence and pulled away from Bruce. She loved him. She really did, I guess that's enough assurance that Bruce will be okay. His world will keep turning with or without me in it.

Bruce turned to where she was looking to meet my pained smile. He put himself before her, it made my heart ache a lot more. Whe I got to them, I didn't let him speak as I gently handed the envelope I had. Judging how his face turned from concerned to guilty, he already knows what's inside.

"I just wanna say something to her, I won't her,"

He didn't speak but moved aside and I was face to face with Selina. I could tell with the way she avoids my gaze, she is guilty with my state. With slightly shaking hands, I took her hands.

Some mistakes get made, it's alright it's okay

You can think that you're inlove, when you're really just in pain

third person

"I know that he loves you and no matter how much love I give him, It won't come to that amount on how much you love him," despite the stutter at the end of the sentence, Y/n kept he chin up.

Bruce was silent but he knew what he did was eating him inside. His guilt was prowling beast ready to swallow him up at that running second. He was the one fueling it as well as regret grew. He understood this act was the cause of his heartlessness but in his mind he knew that Y/n didn't believe that.

What was worse at that moment and had made his guilt grow a lot more was winessing how his now ex-wife acted. Instead of rampaging, she acted civil and collected.

"I won't bother the both of you, all I ask is that you take care of my children,"

With that, she left the couple alone. They were silent but something screamed louder in it.

"Ummi?" Y/n's head shot up as her eyes found Damian who was rubbing his eyes as he had just woke up from a nap. The woman put a smile and walked to the boy, taking her in her arms carrying him. Damian didn't mind this gesture from her as he had grown custom to his only motherly figure in the house. The only woman he will recognize as his mother at the bottom of his heart.

"Hey baby D, why you up? It's half past bed time," Damian leaned his head tiredly on Y/n's shoulder and mumbled, "I'm hungry Ummi,"

Unknown to the boy that his sudden presence was what his mother needed at the moment of rock bottom. With a stuttering voice, she agreed to do the boy's request. Y/n walked to the kitchen with a slow pace while holding Damian close as if someone would try to take him away from her.

That night, she baked a lot of chocolate chip cookies because Damian wasn't the only one who came. Dick came with Jason and Tim after a tight shift in Patrol. They all shared about how their days went before Cass and Duke followed in and entered the last bonding they'll have with their mother.

They say it's better to have loved and lost

To have never have loved at all

Damian fell asleep on the island and Y/n took the liberty to take him to his room. But before he could leave, the slight pull on the hem of her shirt stopped her. She spun her head slowly to meet all of her children's lowered heads and sad faces. They already know.

"Mom I--…We...--" her eldest began his bright blue eyes turning glossy as every second pass, trying to form the right words he wants to say. He always knew what to do when it comes tips and advices for people like a typical therapist as Jason joked but for the first time, even he can't think of anything to do to ease the second special woman next to his biological mother, "Richard, sweet heart…"

The boy didn't finish but rushed towards her and his sibling followed, crowding over her. Y/n welcomed the comfort of the children she come to treasure in her heart. They all head to the living room and continued to crowd Y/n. Damian innocently slept as you cradle him to your chest, Jason and Cass occupied your sides, Tim rested himself beside you legs, Dick held his mother's hand resting in top of Jason's thighs as he no longer minded it, Duke sat at the opposite side of Tim and Stephanie sat beside Cass. All of them stayed up staring into thin air hoping tomorrow wouldn't come.

that could be a load of shit

but I just gotta tell you all

your pov

"U-ummi please…please…."

The weight on my shoulder doubled as I weakly tried to removed Damian's arms wrapped around my waist, his hand clinging to the thick beige sweater I wore to sheild me from the cold wind. I can't even breath with all my sobbing and I can't even see straight with all the free falling down from my eyes and cheeks.

"Damian baby, Ummi has to go," I tried to say straight.

As much as I wanted to shove Damian away so that I won't get caught and cornered up byhis siblings because if I do, it'll make leaving a lot harder than it is.

some mistakes get made, it's alright, its okay

third person

Turns out Y/n did all the things in one day. After signing papers, she had her bestfriend book her a flight to a foreign country. She will need a lot of alone time to contemplate and digest her current situation. Before she head to the cave, she had already packed her things for her flight. Everyone except Damian saw the bags waiting near the entrance. They would have rushed to talked her out when they found her happily talking with their youngest sibling like nothing happened that whole day. They all silently and mentally agreed that their mother needed this, Y/n needed this. Alfred couldn't bear the sad faces in the living room. Bruce didn't bother to come out his room after Selina have left. He can't face her. You don't derserve to see the man who betrayed you.

Dick and Jason was the first to wake when Damian's loud voice boomed outside the house. And soon everyone woke and they all head to the open doors. What they saw woke them to reality. Their aunt Fei's car was parked at the Drive way and beside is was Y/n and Damian, the latter latched on the woman's waist.

No one had the guts to walk over you two and pull the sobbing child on her mother's waist.

"I don't want her, I want you!!" the boy cried. Damian had never cried that much before. He was using all his strength to stop Y/n from entering the vehicle.

Y/n stopped struggling as she finally bursted to fits of sobs and collapsed in front of Damian who pulled her into his tight embrace. Both crying their hearts out.

"Don't leave," he repeated over and over as he buried his face on her neck. "I love you Ummi,"

"Damian, Baby I'm really Sorry. I am so sorry, I love you baby so much," Damian slowly collapse in her arms and Y/n dropped the sleep sedative she hid in her pockets if Damian ever find out. Continous sobs left her as her Dick came to her and took Damian from her arms. She hugged her eldest tightly, Jason followed with few tears escaping his own eyes, then Tim and so on.

Alfred who had been hidden by the crowd of her children walked to her. Y/n didn't hesitate to hug the old man who cried silently.

Y/n hopped inside the car and watched her children sad and crying faces but mostly to unconscious boy held by her eldest child.

[singtheskyandfightlikehell]

BatFamily Headcanons: Stuffed Animals

In an attempt to productively combat my recent writer’s block, I’m practicing writing the batfam characters through short character study fics (which I will post once I make enough) and comparative headcanons. I might end up making short fics out of these, as well, since some of them got a bit long anyways

Today I decided to explore how many stuffed animals each member of the batfam (plus an adjacent character or two) has, what they think of them, how they got them, etc. I’ve got eleven characters on this list (and I’m still missing some, sorry)

Bruce:

Bruce put aside stuffed animals when he was eleven, deciding it was time to become serious. However, since acquiring children, he has been gifted a number of stuffed animals, ranging from a small and realistic brown bat to a child-sized bear wearing his cape and cowl. None of the children know this, but he keeps them all in a prominent position in his walk-in closet. Sometimes, when he has a particularly nasty fight with one of his kids, or he discovers something (like an injury) that they were hiding from him, he’ll tell the stuffed animals all the things he struggles to tell his children in the hopes that, one day, he’ll figure out how to express himself when it actually counts.

Alfred:

Alfred has no stuffed animals of his own, but he keeps the old, worn teddy bear that was once Thomas’ and later Bruce’s, alongside the somewhat lopsided bunny that Martha attempted to sew for Bruce when he was two. They sit side by side in a spotless glass cabinet filled with other memories that various members of the family have at one point or another attempted to cast aside.

Dick:

Dick has a pair of stuffed elephants, Eleonore and Zitka, and a teddy bear of his own, all from the circus. Most of the time they sit on the shelf under one of his nightstands, but when he has a particularly bad day, he’ll hold them all tightly until he falls asleep. If he’s crying, he finds it slows the tears to press kisses to the tops of their heads, or just smoosh his whole face into them. Sometimes, if he’s having a particularly good day – especially if no one else is sharing in his good mood – he’ll tell them about whatever made him happy. The rarest occasions are a bittersweet combination of both, the moments when he dwells on his happiest memories of his parents. When this happens, he is more likely to address them than his family, talking to them like old friends who were “there” for the things he’s recalling. It reminds him of the parties he would host as a small child, attended by his stuffed animals and his parents and sometimes other people from the giant family that was Haly’s, and for just that moment he’ll feel suspended somewhere between grief and content.

Barbara:

Barbara had lots of stuffed animals growing up, but as she got older, she gave most of them away. The only one she kept was a little otter that her father gave her for her first birthday. She doesn’t remember this, of course, but they have an old home video of that day which she’s seen a few times, and she know it’s one of her dad’s favorites to watch when he’s feeling nostalgic. She does remember the way she used to drag the otter with her everywhere she went when she was about four, and it’s so worn now that all of its original fluffiness has disappeared. She sets it up near her main computer and uses it in place of a rubber duck.

Jim:

When Babs decided she was too old for her stuffed animals, Jim was instructed to give them away at one of the Gotham children’s toy drives he helps run as commissioner. Only about half of them ever make it out of the house, because he keeps looking at them and remembering little moments that involve each of them. He has two boxes full of them that he swears he’s going to bring to the next drive, but he’s been swearing that for over ten years now.

Jason:

When Jason first arrived at the manor, he swore up and down that stuffed animals were dumb kids toys that he was way too old for. The first time Dick showed up at the manor after Jason was there, he brought a plush dog he’d picked up on the way there, unsure what to get his surprise new brother but not putting an excess of thought into it either. After all, he wasn’t about to ask Bruce what Jason might like. Jason made a show of scorn and tossing the toy in the trash, but when Dick was gone he dug it back out. When he was sleeping, he clutched the dog protectively against his chest like it might be snatched away at any time. When he wasn’t sleeping, he kept it hidden in a box wedged under a floorboard beneath the bed, alongside his other contraband. It was there when he died and it’s still there now. Every time he’s in the manor, he thinks about sneaking into his old room to retrieve it, alongside some of his other old belongings, but he never does. His reasoning alternates between not caring, being too old for toys, not wanting to set foot in his old room, and not wanting to get caught caring after all these years.

He does however have an obnoxiously long bright red snake that Roy won at some sort of archery carnival game while they were supposed to be tracking a suspect. He’d griped at Roy for wasting time with frivolous games, a complaint that was very on brand for their relationship. He’s pretty sure Roy saw through him, though, and understood the real reason he was so antsy to leave the carnival, given his soft apology later that night. He also recently acquired a floppy stingray, a gift from Lian for his latest birthday. She told him that she’d gotten to pet a stingray at the aquarium where she’d bought it, and it reminded her of him. Specifically, she’d said he was, “Kinda dangerous and maybe a little scary, but actually really soft to anyone who’s nice enough”. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that description, but the gift had a place of pride, resting atop an old model of his helmet that Roy had “defaced” with a sweet message that always made Jason smile.

Cass:

Cass grew up without stuffed animals, and was honestly a little confused at first about why she might want one. The first one she ever got was a tiny key-chain cat that was given to her by a little girl she saved. She was unsure what to make of the object itself, but she treasured it as a symbol, proof that she was doing good in the world. It was Steph who convinced her to look for more, to look for stuffed animals in her “style”. Eventually, she got two of the most different ones she could find: an iridescent octopus packed tightly with beans and made of a coarse fabric, and a large fluffy goose that squished like a cloud and was made of the softest fabric imaginable. She likes tossing the octopus lightly in the air to feel the weight of it, and faceplanting into the giant goose. She also has a big bear holding a plush heart that Steph got her for their first Valentine’s.

Tim:

Tim’s relationship with stuffed animals is a bit more complicated. He had five growing up: a dog, a bear, a lion, a rabbit, and a lamb. They had names, stories, personalities, and they were his friends (his only friends, at the time). When he was seven, he woke up one day to find them gone. His mother scolded him for his tears, explaining that he was too old for baby toys, and that his attachment to them would only hinder his path forward. For years, he felt ashamed whenever he thought of his grief towards them, because he knew they were just toys, he knew he was being a baby about it, and yet…

It wasn’t until he was fifteen years old and stumbled across an article about autistic people and the projection of feelings onto objects that he understood why he had been willing to sneak out at night to search through pawn store after pawn store and – once – the landfill in the hopes of seeing his beloved toys again. As a teen in the Wayne household, he knew he could get as many stuffed animals as he liked, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so after what had happened before. He got one giant, floppy moose, barely half a foot shorter than himself, that he clings to like an octopus when he manages to lay down, whether he succeeds in falling asleep or not. Additionally, on a night after Jason made amends with the family, Tim returned to his room to find a fifteen inch plush latte with a cute little face on the mug portion and a sticky note on top that simply read: Sorry for trying to kill you a bunch. My bad :) He keeps it on top of his dresser, and while he doesn’t really hug it, he did discover it was the perfect object for chucking at his siblings’ heads whenever the situation calls for it.

Steph:

Steph loves stuffed animals. While she never got any of the fancy brand name ones, or the luxuriously soft ones, or the hyper-realistic ones, her mom had a tradition of buying her one for every birthday, Christmas, and Easter. She soon had quite a collection, and – like Tim – she gave them all names and personalities. She played out complex scenarios with them and the few dolls she had, designing an intricate world of wild concepts and plots. She also used her stuffed animals to conquer her fears, like thunderstorms and darkness, by pretending they were all more scared than she was, so she had to be brave for all of them. Steph still has her whole collection, as well as quite a few “nicer” (though equally loved) ones that she has acquired from various Waynes. At this point, pretty much everyone in the Wayne family has given her a stuffed animal at some time or other. For a couple of years now, she has taken to posing with her massive collection and making fake family Christmas cards to send out to everyone she knows, where she will update them on the well-being of any plushie they’ve given her.

Duke:

Duke also has a great love of stuffed animals, although he doesn’t match Steph for quantity. He only had a few beloved animals growing up, all of which he’s held onto (a panda, a penguin, a turtle, a frog, a leopard, and a pikachu). Since being fostered by Bruce, Duke has taken to searching out and buying only the rarest stuffed animals he can find: an anteater, a platypus, a manatee, a sloth, and an axolotl have made the cut so far. Bruce knows about this and has taken to keeping an eye out for anything interesting whenever he’s out. After accidentally mentioning it at a gala one time, it has since become his favorite topic, as getting drawn into an intense discussion with Bruce Wayne about where to acquire strange plushies for his son elicits one of two reactions from his guests: delighted awws or hilariously awkward attempts to steer the conversation back to high society definitions of business and pleasure. At Duke’s request, a large shelf was built around the top of his room, so that all of his stuffed animals can sit comfortably and be clearly seen.

Damian:

Damian was much like Jason when he arrived at the manor in more ways than one, but his determination to prove himself above stuffed animals was certainly on that list. He sneered at his siblings’ attempts to treat him like the child he swore he wasn’t. And honestly, even after he began to lower his walls just a little, he still wasn’t particularly fond of stuffed animals. Sure, he privately thought they were cute, and sure he might (might) find himself holding one at night if it happened to have been left in his bed by an annoying sibling, but in general he preferred live animals to fake ones. Real animals had personalities and feelings, fake ones did not, it was as simple as that, no matter what Stephanie claimed. But as time went on, Damian found himself acquiring a small army of stuffed animals against his will. Some of his siblings (Jason, Tim, sometimes Duke) gave them to him because they found it funny to watch him growl about how he was not an infant in need of deceitful comforts. Some of his siblings (Dick, Cass, sometimes Duke… sometimes his father as well) would give them to him because they knew he liked animals so they assumed he’d like imitations of animals as well. Steph would just give them to everybody, every now and then. But regardless of motive, Damian soon found his room overflowing with stuffed animals that were moderately cute but ultimately pointless.

It wasn’t until a patrol a few years after he’d taken on the mantle of Robin that he discovered a solution. Tim had hidden a tiny stuffed bear in the medical supply compartment of his utility belt, a felt bandage wrapped around its little head. He hadn’t been wounded, but the young girl he’d rescued had been bleeding from a wound that looked worryingly dirty. The bear had fallen out of the pouch, right into her lap, and she’d stared at it with wide eyes, surprise halting the flow of her tears. She’d held onto it the whole time he disinfected her arm and bandaged it, and afterwards he had insisted she keep it. For the first time that night, she’d smiled. After that, Damian began taking a few of his many stuffed animals out on patrol with him, ready to hand out to any and all injured, lost, or otherwise traumatized children once he’d rescued them from their troubles. Eventually he began running out of toys he’d been gifted, even though he kept getting new ones, so at some point he begins to regularly sneak out for the sole purpose of acquiring stuffed animals to hand out. He never tells his siblings, but he suspects they’ve found out anyway, when the presents they give him drastically decrease in size.

[dented-nado]

I'm cramping like a binch so may I request some superwonderbat softness pls tysm ily?

I’m also cramping like a binch tonight! So writing this in solidarity!!!

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-This is an AU where all the batkids are around the same age, still kids, and adopted at the same time. Damian is a baby, and Bruce is a tired dad but loves all his kids and his husband and wife-

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Even if it meant Batman was on the back burner with limited outings… moments like this were more than worth it to Bruce.

He was sitting in the living room, watching the snow fall outside. Damian had fallen asleep in his arms holding onto his finger after a long bout of crying in his nursery from not knowing where his papa had went.

Bruce had bolted upstairs so fast he, in all his coordination still nearly managed to trip on the manor stairs twice.

Damian was a very needy.... clingy baby Bruce had found. It made sense… he was separated from his mother when he hadn’t even been weened yet. So Bruce and Alfred found themselves running to attend to him quite often.

Bruce had been feeling a little guilty lately however… this baby had been… unexpected. He hadn’t planned on also having a baby when he’d just adopted several children a few short years ago that he couldn’t bare to separate when he went to adopt one child at the orphanage. They were so young but all seemed like a family already. And the Orphanage… well, frankly he was in the process of trying to get it shut down for poor conditions and get a better one funded and built.

He’d planned to give Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke, Cassandra and Stephanie all the attention he possibly could. His train of thought was… well… the manor is big enough… Alfred will be around and maybe….

Diana and Clark.

Well, when he told them he was planning to adopt, start a family by taking in kids that should get the childhood that he himself had taken from him… they were overjoyed.

Clark was especially excited, Bruce had often caught him smiling fondly at families with their kids when they passed them by on the street, or chuckling and watching a baby smile back at him from a stroller. Clark was a man practically born to be a good father.

Diana was also thrilled at the idea, and both of them helped Bruce set up what was going to be the one child’s room. Then had both rushed to help even after having just been on a Justice League mission when Bruce sheepishly told them he had somehow managed to adopt six children. Then when Damian had showed up a few years later… a baby formed from Bruce’s DNA that Bruce himself hadn’t known about (Clark certainly knew how that felt)… they helped him set up the nursery, and Diana and Clark tagged teamed with Alfred to help poor Bruce figure out how to provide all the basics a baby would need.

It made Bruce laugh a little bit thinking about it. Clark had panickily started scrolling through youtube videos by typing “How baby HELP” into the search bar when Damian had started crying.

Speaking of Clark and Diana… Bruce stood carefully as to not wake Damian as he heard the door open in the other room, the sound of the winter wind hinting at the snowfall outside leaking in the entrance as Clark held the door open for six kids, managing to walk in formation from youngest to oldest, all holding what seemed like little hot chocolates carefully in their mitten covered hands. They were followed by Diana who shook her head slightly to try and shake some of the snowflakes from her long, thick hair. She also held two cups in her hand and tried to close the door behind her with her leg until Clark took the initiative and closed it for her with a chuckle.

“No one spill okay? Don’t tip your cup so much Tim.” Clark said trying to help keep the kids in order.

The young six-year-old looked down at his hands with wide eyes and straightened his cup realizing he had nearly lost precious hot chocolate to the floor.  “Oh! Okay!”

Diana crossed into the living room with the two cups, walking a little slower and quieter when she entered and realized Bruce was still slightly bouncing a somewhat stirring but still napping Damian.

“I got you a peppermint hot chocolate since you said your throat was feeling a little irritated.” She whispered holding out the cup to him.

“Oh you’re a lifesaver.” Bruce replied taking the warm cup and immediately taking a long sip of the hot – but just cooled down enough – drink, immediately feeling some relief.

“Were they good?” He asked, referring to the kids ranging from 6 to 12.

“Jason and Dick were arguing over if Cereal is a soup or not, but they stayed civil.” She explained with a small chuckled. “They were all very well behaved and stayed together.”

Bruce smiled, bouncing Damian a little more as a small hello as the baby opened his eyes and began cooing and babbling to his father in a baby language that made no sense to Bruce, but Bruce was sure made perfect sense to Damian.

“Thank you again for taking them out for a while.” Bruce said, leaning forward as Diana did as they shared a peck on the lips. “Damian finally slept for a while once I sat down and held him.”

Diana chuckled and looked at Damian and stroked his small head. “You love your papa don’t you? Never want him out of your sight...”

Damian babbled in response.

Clark joined them as he took off his winter coat that he didn’t really need physically, but wore every day of the winter season since Bruce gifted it to him. The kids had all run off to the kitchen when Alfred had called them, begging them to “Please not have their beverages anywhere near the carpet”.

“Hey B-B.” Clark greeted with a grin, putting his arm around his bat and kissing him on the cheek.

“Hello to you too smallish bean.” Clark followed up grinning at Damian who reached up towards the curl that stuck out from Clark’s hair curiously as he always did.

“Thank you… both of you…” Bruce began, looking down at Damian fondly. “I… I know when we… well… you didn’t sign up to be helping me take care of a bunch of kids.” He mumbled guiltily.

Clark and Diana shared a glance and Clark squeezed his shoulder. “B, we vowed to stick with you through everything.”

Diana squeezed Bruce’s hand that shared the same ring that the three of them all wore. “And we wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Bruce found himself genuinely beaming at them both with a soft smile, heart fluttering. How did he get so lucky as to have these two in his life?

It was then that Dick came running into the living room. “Daaaaaaaaaaaaad! You have to help me out here, Cereal isn’t a soup, right??”

Jason marched in after him. “It is too! It’s just milk soup with chunks in it.”

“But it’s cold!” Dick insisted.

“There’s soup that you eat cold!” Jason looked up at Bruce. “Right? Tell Dick he’s stupid and wrong.”

“Tell Jason he’s a buttmunch.” Dick replied sticking his tongue out.

“I’m not saying either of those things.” Bruce replied very matter of factly, deciding not to even touch the cereal may or may not equal soup debate.  

The two boys went back to arguing as Tim ran in, closely followed by Stephanie and Cass who began chasing him around the living room.

“Hey, Hey, you three, if you’re going to play tag go outside.” Bruce chided.

Stephanie paused. “It isn’t tag.” She argued with wide eyes.

Cassandra nodded. “It’s cowboys and aliens.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow and Clark and Diana managed to both tilt their heads in amusement at the same time.

“Tim is the cowboy and we’re the aliens.” Stephanie said very knowingly.

“Ah…. I see.” Bruce responded. “Cowboys and Aliens…” He mumbled before looking at Clark. “What does it mean since you’re both?”

“I’m unstoppable.” Clark responded instantly.

Bruce rolled his eyes. “Well we all knew that.”

He ignored Clark who started cackling and turned back to the kids. “Well still, don’t run in the house… or at least not in this part of the house go in the ballroom that never gets used or something.”

“Why have a ballroom with no balls?” Clark mumbled teasingly, earning a half-hearted glare from Bruce.

Stephanie gasped. “Can we have a ball?? Like in the movies????”

Bruce sighed and took a long sip of his hot cocoa. “I’ll think about it, now go, your cowboy is getting away.”

Stephanie and Cass whipped their heads around to see Tim running out into the hall with a laugh and immediately bolted after him.

“Hey wait! I want to catch a cowboy too!” Jason shouted after them, completely distracted from his argument with Dick and running after them.

Dick followed close behind, before pausing, turning to Bruce and putting his hands on his hips. “Don’t worry, I’ll be responsible and make sure they stay out of trouble.” He declared with a proud grin that brought a wide smile to Bruce’s face.

“I know you will chum.”

It was then the eldest child ran off to join the game.

“They really are wonderful kids.” Diana noted with a soft smile, wrapping her arms around Bruce and kissing his cheek several times, leaving red lipstick stains behind.

Bruce nodded. “They are… I’m very lucky.”

Clark pressed a long kiss to Bruce’s forehead. “So are we.”

Bruce sighed gratefully, Clark and Diana by his side, the manor echoing with the sound of kids playing, and Damian babbling away in his arms….

He looked up to the portrait of his parents that hung above the fireplace and smiled fondly at them.

What had been lost… had been found once more.

[marvel-love19]

His Wife

Bruce Wayne x Wife Reader

Description: Bruce Wayne is attending a charity ball. But recently the famous Wayne couple had a fight. Having not seen her for over twenty-four hours, he is missing her terribly.

Warning(s): Some suggested themes, one swear word *shrugs* honestly I don’t remember, I wrote this at one in the morning so I know this is crap XD

Type: Fluff, little bit of angst (nothing really overly depressing), just some sadness

Words: 2,001 words

A/N: PLEASE! I did this at 1am in the morning and I got it started nice but I am sorry I ended it badly. Please enjoy! I take requests!

Not my gif! Credit to creator.

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Dull conversation, open bar, heavily intoxicated females, rich men, and… no wife. No beautiful wife to carry the conversation flowing with rude rich men, holding on his arm, keeping him away from all the alcohol. Where can she be?

Y/N Wayne. The love of Bruce Wayne’s life. The mother to their children. Beautiful, kind, selfless, stubborn, and his rock. Since being married for twenty-seven years, you need them every moment and feel lost without them. Twenty-seven beautiful, long years with his perfect Y/N. But Bruce’s beautiful Y/N is not here because of a stupid fight.

Flashback

“Bruce you can’t keep doing this!”

“This is what you signed up when you married me Y/N! What do you expect?”

“I expect my husband to listen to his wife when she says he has been overworking for three straight days and needs to get some rest!”

Bruce drags his large gloved hand down his drained face. They have been having this fight for the past hour and have not gotten anywhere. Y/N can tell all of this stress of another mission involving Poison Ivy has taken a toll on his body. Shoulders heavy, dark circles under his blue eyes, hair in a mess, and his suit still on for the last three days. He looked horrible. Bruce rests against the bat computer, ready for sleep but still refusing. Y/N stepped closer to her husband, crouching down, taking his gloved hand.

“Bruce…” Y/N starts softly refusing to burst into tears at her husband’s state. “You need to sleep, eat, and take your mind of this case for just a couple hours.”

It was hard for Bruce to resist his wife’s pleading when all he wanted to do was go to bed and cuddle with his wife, and forget about the case and the world. Y/N and Bruce both suffered from the lack of affection between the couple. But Bruce refused her request (which was more of a demand). Removing their intertwined hands, Bruce moved towards the bat computer to continue his work.

“Y/N, I can not do that.” Y/N’s face fell at those words, fighting back the sob that threatened to breakthrough. “This mission is too important, I will sleep later. I can not spare a couple of hours to just be with you because you feel lonely.”

Now those words stung. Bruce hears retreating steps out of the cave, while sobs follow. He knew he messed up, but he has no time to take back his words and apologize. He needs to keep working.

Even when he would rather console his crying wife and ask forgiveness.

But the mission is more important. There is no time for missing any detail.

Not even for his wife.

End of Flashback

Bruce drowns another champaign glass wishing for whiskey but knows that would upset Y/N. She never did like him drinking, since she doesn’t drink herself. And he wanted something more than alcohol could ever give him.

I shouldn’t have said that to her.

Yet he couldn’t. He hasn’t spoken to Y/N since last night, close to twenty-four hours without seeing his gorgeous wife. Ever since the happy couple got married Bruce has never stopped calling Y/N his wife, and he never will. At the beginning of their marriage of Bruce only ever calling Y/N his wife, they had a disagreement. More of a misunderstanding. Y/N had a trouble with the word wife. True she found it endearing, but she felt like an object. Her father only ever referred to Y/N’s mother as his wife, and that was possessive. With an abusive and manipulative father who only ever called Y/N’s mother wife, and her his daughter and never her name; you learn that is the only way that word can be expressed as.

During the first upbringing of this topic, Bruce made it very clear to Y/N, he only calls her his wife in an endearing way; nothing more. Over time, Y/N got used to it, and since then Bruce constantly reminds her that she is her own person and he just can’t believe she agreed to marry him.

Lost in thought, Bruce does not hear his eldest son approach him. Dick sighed loudly enough to drag his father from his thoughts about his wife.

“Will Mom be joining us shortly?”

And with that question the doors open to flashes of cameras and shouts from the paparazzi.

“Mrs. Wayne! Mrs. Wayne! Look over here! Mrs. Wayne!”

And that is when she entered.

Long blue silks billowed behind Y/N as she walked into the crowd. Navy blue fabric was wrapped up in a criss-cross pattern across her waist, hugging tightly to her curves. The navy blue dress fell to the floor to reveal navy blue heels. Hair pinned tightly up with diamond accessories with a diamond earring and necklace matching set. A delicate smoky eye made Y/N’s E/C pop complimented nicely with a nude lip.

Y/N was always confident and when she became the wife to the famous Bruce Wayne, she needed all the confidence she could muster. For the past twenty-four hours, Y/N has been crying and eating her feelings. But no one would ever tell that the famous couple was fighting from the way Mrs. Wayne looked.

Y/N strutted around the room, greeting many guests, shaking hands, and lastly meeting her husband. Knowing she had to keep up with appearances and being really tired of being sad and angry at her husband, Y/N finally approached him. Greeting her husband with a kiss long enough to be polite in public.

During the kiss, Bruce could tell his wife was still upset with him. As Bruce was about to talk with Y/N, she had already moved on to her children.

“Dickie! How are you? Don’t you look dashing.” A wide smile graced Y/N’s lips as she began to talk with her eldest son. “You have been gone for far too long. I miss my baby boy.”

“Mom you still have Tim and Damian home with you.” Kissing her son’s cheek, she pouts at his statement. Pointing a stern finger at him, going on about how she wants him to visit her, and not to be a stranger.

The mother and son duo laughed together, soon accompanied by the rest of the Wayne children. While the conversation continued between a mother and her sons, a certain husband felt alone. Bruce was awestruck by how his wife entered the ball, yet still knowing she was still sad at him underneath all of her glow and charm.

I did that. She’s still sad because of me.

While Bruce was beating himself in his mind on how he messed up horribly with his wife, his sons were trying to get his mother to talk with their father.

“Ma, he knows he messed up. Be the bigger person like you always tell me to be. Go and talk to him.” Jason pleaded with his mother.

Y/N just rolled her eyes at him. “Jason you never choose that way when I tell you to.”

The youngest bat brothers snickered earning an elbow to the ribs from Jason. Glaring at Jason, Y/N continues. “I know I should talk to him. But me talking to him has not made a difference for the past three days.”

“Umi, but maybe it will work now. If you just speak to father—”

“No Damian.” Y/N shakes her head. “Three days I have been trying to get that man to come to bed and eat some food. But all I get in return is that the case is more important than taking care of his body. A case is more important than realizing that it is draining him and he needs to rest his body. A case is more important than his wife.”

During the middle of Y/N’s argument, her husband stands behind his frustrated wife.

“And when that said wife tries to reason with that man and be a caring, supportive wife, she gets shut down. Gets accused of being lonely and should not be asking for her husband’s company to take care of himself. Yes, I am not going to deny… I have been lonely. I am an attention seeker of your father’s. But I want him to take care of himself. Having no time for his wife and yet appears for a charity ball. I know what I was going into with your father but he also knew what he was getting into with me when he married me. He needs to grow up. I may be wanting your father’s attention a lot but he needs to grow up and stop begging for mine to drag him into bed.”

As Y/N ends her little statement, still not noticing her handsome husband behind her. Y/N throws her hands up in the air in frustration as she can only think about how Bruce the night before.

“Honestly, your father is a baby. Bruce Wayne is a baby.” Y/N ends with. Laughter fills the tiny circle of her sons by their mother’s statement, Y/N soon joining in. A deep chuckle ripples through Bruce’s chest behind Y/N and she freezes.

Oh crap!

Slowly spinning around, a blushing Y/N turns to face her extremely attractive husband. A smug expression fills Bruce’s features as his wife pouts. Crossing her arms, Y/N reaches a hand up to his face as her eyes bore into his. Pulling Bruce’s face towards hers so their foreheads could touch. No words are said out loud to express the apology between the couple. Twenty-seven years, there was no need for words. Bruce tilts his lips down pressing softly to convey all the love he had for her. Y/N kissed just as lovingly. The moment ended too quickly to a fighting beginning to construct behind the couple.

“I told you they would make up here before 11:30 pm!”

“No way Grayson! Kissing does not equal them making up!”

“Yes, it does Todd!”

“I presume you need to pay up Todd to Grayson and me.”

“HELL NO DEMON!”

“Jason! Do not call Damian a demon.”

“Sorry, Ma.”

“Pay up Todd!”

“I think the fu—”

“Jason you know how mom feels about you swearing.”

As more of the fighting continued, as the parents rolled their eyes ignoring their sons continuing their beautiful moment together.

Bruce looked deeply into his wife’s eyes. “I truly am sorry for saying that, my love. I didn’t mean it and tonight and tomorrow morning, I’m all yours. Promise.”

Y/N giggled, “You sure you can spare that much time?”

“That will be plenty of time for what I have in store for you, Mrs. Wayne.” Y/N drags her hands down his chest to his muscular arms to give an appreciative squeeze to the flexed muscle.

“Oh my! And what would that be, Mr. Wayne?” Bruce’s hands gripped Y/N’s hips tightly, licking his lips thinking of his sweet wife trapped underneath his as he—

“Oh, gross mom! That is disgusting!”

“Get a room!”

“I know which wing I am going to stay out of tonight.”

“Ma, please stop.”

The couple ignores their annoying sons to start kissing passionately. Soon the gagging and comments get too much for Bruce. Sending his famous bat glare shuts up the interruption as he moves to kiss his wife again. Y/N giggles in the kiss as she feels Bruce dragging her to the entrance to the cars. The couple ready to escape and finally be alone together after Bruce’s reluctance, their fight, and now they are finally free.

“I love you, my husband.”

“I love you too, my wife.” Sealing their love in a kiss, Bruce snatches the keys getting to ravish his lovely wife.

It’s true.

Bruce Wayne loves his wife and she loves him too.

The End

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A/N: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think!

- Loves!