#tim drake x reader pregnancy

[bia-wayne-west]

Damian is going to have a little sister [Damian Wayne x Pregnant! Batmom]

Summary: You take a pregnancy test and find out you are pregnant. You will have a little girl. Bruce, Alfred and their other three children are happy, except Demian. Your fourth baby is jealous of the new member of the family.

Personagens: Bruce Wayne [Batman], Damian Wayne [Robin], Dick Grayson [Nightwing], Jason Todd [Red hood], Tim Drake [Red Robin] and Reader [You]

Word count: 1,366

Warnings: jealousy, fear of abandonment and pregnancy.

A / N: Hi. I planned this fanfiction months ago, but I only had time to write today. I always imagined what it would be like if Batmom got pregnant. Demian would probably be jealous and wouldn't admit it. So, I decided to write about it.

I hope you like the imagine

Remember that I am a Brazilian girl. I am not fluent in English and I am still learning. I apologize if I have any errors. Feel free to correct me.

Go and read my other stories on my MASTERLIST.

REQUEST ARE OPEN. Do not be shy. Ask as many imagines as you want.

The test in your hands had two blue lines and your face had a huge smile. You had some suspicions, but you never imagined that after eight years of marriage, you would have a baby in your womb.

You thought you must be sterile because you had never been pregnant before, and even though the doctors said you were healthy, you didn't believe them. The test in your hand was proof that you were going to have five babies now.

You left the bathroom, putting the test in your pants pocket. The first person you saw when you left the master suite was Alfred. He will just come out of one of the guest rooms.

You ran to the butler you considered your second father. Alfred looked at you, thinking you were going to ask for something.

“Alfred, I'm pregnant!” You said it quickly, not having the courage to repeat it. The old man in front of you looked at you with wide eyes. After five seconds, he smiled at you.

It was difficult to make Alfred smile. He always maintained his serious appearance.

“Congratulations, Mrs. Wayne. It’s great news.” Alfred said.

You showed the butler the pregnancy test. He congratulated her again and left, with the excuse that he had to clean Timothy's room. You could see a big smile on Alfred's face as he walked down the stairs to the second floor.

You remembered that Bruce was on the Wayne Enterprise, running some errands and that he wouldn't be back until after 8pm. Dick and Jason went to Wally West's house to play basketball. Timothy was at school.

Demian was the only one at home. He was probably in his room or in the garden with Titus.

You walked to the room that had the 'Do Not Enter' sign. You knocked on the door a few times, hearing your son's voice telling you that you could come in.

“Hi, my love.” You said to Damian, who was playing videogame. He was sitting on the bed. The boy smiled at you.

"Hi mommy. Did something happen?" He questioned, his eyes anxious.

You sat on the bed too, watching your son continue to play his game, but he was paying attention to you. .

“I have something new to tell you. I found out today, so only you and Alfred know about it.” You said, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the pregnancy test to show Damian.

The boy looked at the object curiously, until he realized what it really was. He looked at you in amazement, as if he thought it was just a joke.

"You are pregnant?" He questioned.

"Yes." After you nodded, you saw him give you a sad smile.

“I think this is amazing news, Mom,” Damian said. He no longer looked you in the eye, focusing his attention on the television while he played.

"Are you okay, darling?" You questioned, moving closer to Damian.

The boy just nodded, and didn't look at you anymore. Then, you realized that he didn't like the news, and preferred to leave him alone. You knew Damian didn't like expressing his feelings.

"If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen" You said, leaving your son's room and walking down the hallway.

As soon as Bruce arrived and you told him you were pregnant, he had the best reaction possible. Your husband was extremely happy and excited. And Dick, Jason and Tim also loved having a new little brother.

The weeks passed very quickly, and soon became months, and suddenly, you were seven months pregnant. You had already done all the ultrasounds and discovered that you were having your first daughter. You were excited to have a little princess, and Jason and Dick started teasing Bruce about how he really was a girl's daddy.

Everyone in your family seemed to be happy, except Damian. He never said out loud that he hated the baby, but you could see that he stopped wanting to spend time with you. The boy spent more time in his room or in the Batcave, avoiding being close to you. Bruce said the boy would accept that he would have a sister after the baby was born, but you knew you had to have a talk with Damian.

You walked slowly down to the clock that hid the entrance to the Batcave. It was difficult to walk with swollen feet. You knew that Bruce was on patrol, but that he left Damian on the Batcomputer. As soon as you got out of the elevator, you saw your son look at you, but quickly turn away. You walked over to Damian, giving him a gentle smile. The boy didn't look at you again.

"Hello, my dear." You said.

He didn't answer you, and started pretending to type on the keyboard.

"I wanted to talk to you a little."

Damian just grumbled.

"I know you're sad about my pregnancy." You said. "But you know that in two months there will be a baby here."

He continued ignoring you.

"If it's because of your father, you know Bruce loves all his children equally." You commented. "And that no baby in this world will make your father love you less."

Damian finally turned around, looking at you. He had red eyes, looking like he was going to cry.

"It's not about my father." He said. "Is you!" He exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"You know!" He roared. "You were the first person who liked me, even though you knew I was Bruce's biological son and that I was conceived when he was drugged by Talia." Damian continued speaking. "And now, you will have your own daughter. Who has your blood and Bruce's"

You looked at him, surprised.

"Are you afraid I'm going to leave you aside?" You wanted to know.

"My brothers don't seem to see what's going to happen. That you and Bruce are going to love the baby more than we do." He started to cry. "I love you and my dad, and I know that now you will have your own family."

You said, walking over to your son. You held him by the shoulders, making him face you.

"Damian, that will never happen!" You exclaimed. "You, Dick, Jason and Tim never stopped being my kids, my little birds."

He looked away, looking embarrassed.

"I thought you wouldn't treat me like your son anymore" He said.

"It's normal for you to be jealous and afraid of losing all the attention you receive, but I want you to know that our relationship will never change." You commented. "Now that the problem has been resolved, do you want to go upstairs so we can make some cupcakes together?"

Damian quickly got up from the chair he was in, and threw himself into your arms, hugging you tightly. He placed his head on your chest, and surprisingly, you felt him caressing your belly for the first time. You lowered your head to look at your son, smiling at him.

"Yes, I want to go make cupcakes, Mommy." He said, using the sleeve of his sweatshirt to wipe his tear-stained face.

You and Damian went up to the house, leaving the Batcave. He started talking to you again, saying that he had had a brief fight with Jon Kent, but that they had already made up. He also told you that he was doing a literature project for school in a group, and that it was very easy.

As soon as you arrived in the kitchen, you grabbed all the necessary ingredients from the fridge and started mixing the cupcake batter, while Damian mixed the frosting. He told you that he wanted to color the cupcakes green and red, so you grabbed the food coloring from the pantry, letting him make the frosting any color he wanted.

Once the more than twenty cupcakes were ready, you and Damian sat on the counter while eating, talking excitedly about how the last few months had been when Damian had avoided you.

"Mother?" He caught your attention. "It'll be good to be a big brother."

You gave him a huge smile, and then kissed your son's cheek.

[yall-batman-fanfic]

Blurred Photos | Batfam x Reader!Magician x Batsis

Synopsis: Gotham press is going nuts with the birth of Bruce Wayne’s daughter and is trying to get a scoop, but it wasn’t just the press that wanted a photo of Gotham’s princess. 

Bruce and Vivian Wayne were protective with their new born daughter. They didn’t let the press get a glimpse of the girl for months. For some reason, every stolen photo of the family whenever they roam the city would have the infant girl blurred or the photo itself would be blurred. When a photographer thought it was just some plot by their costume criminals that has something against digital photographs, they turned to film, but even their shots with the film were compromised. Or their cameras would have some problem before taking the shot. 

Strange.

It infuriated many photographers as their bosses wanted to be the first to publish an article about the most awaited birth in Gotham. When Vivian and Bruce revealed their pregnancy many months ago, people were trying to get a scoop from them – what’s the gender? What’s going to be the name of their child? How do the couple feel about having a baby at this late stage in their life? And for Vivian, how does it feel being pregnant at such an old age? The last part nearly had the chasing paparazzi punched by Bruce if it weren’t for Dick stopping him… and for Jason doing it himself. 

“Alright, what did you do, Viv. You gotta tell us how you did it,” Tim said as he looked at the magazine that had their photo in the mall but with Valerie’s face blurred out. 

It was one of the rare times he and his brothers got to babysit their sister and bring her to the mall, and during their time there, there were so many who wanted to get a photo of Valerie. While Jason and Damian did a good job to get them far from their sister and stop any photos to be taken, there were still those who got a photo of them sitting in a cafe with the stroller. 

Or Jason wearing the baby carrier with their sister happily sitting there and pointing for her bigger and older brother to go near the cat that was in the fountain. 

Or when Damian was carrying her while he let her drink her milk from the bottle. 

It was an adorable sight to see her sons with their sister and would want to have those shots but she knew how the press worked and she needed to protect her daughter so she placed a little glamor to do it.

“A little spell I learned,” Vivian answered as she fed Valerie some mushed food. “It’s a really old spell that witches used to protect their charge and secrets from unwanted people by blurring out the senses of those listening when that charge mentions that secret. What I did is a little tweaking with the spell that would blur out the photos from untrusted people. That’s why you guys get to take photos of little Val.” She then took a scoop of the food to eat. “Smart, right?”

“Yeah, it is,” said Tim.

“Mumma! Mumma!” Val giggled when she ate her mushed food and asked for more.

Tim chuckled. “Viv, that’s for Val, not for you.”

“I know, but it’s really good. Here, have a taste,” she shoved the spoon into Tim’s mouth to taste before he could protest.

“Yeah, not bad,” Tim said and went to get another spoon for Val. He made sure to tickle the girl as he passed her.

“‘Immy!” Val made grabbing motions to him.

“Okay, I’ll stay here with you,” Tim said and sat beside her and fed his sister while Vivian finally had her breakfast. He then took out his phone and took a selfie of him and Valerie holding his finger, then sent it to their group chat.

It instantly had replies from everyone in the chat.

Barbara replied: Cutie! 

Duke said: Adorable! — I can get some more baby food before heading back after patrol, Mrs. P.

Steph said: I wanna squish those cheeks! So adorable… oh, Tim there too.

Cass sent a ton of emojis that were filled with hearts and kisses.

Damian replied: You’re hogging her now, Drake, but when I get home I’ll bring Valerie on mine and Titus’ walks.

Then Jason said: Goodluck with that. I’m on my way home. I’m taking her with me.

Dick replied with a photo of some baby clothes he found in Bludhaven with a caption saying: They got Nightwing onesies! 

Damian replied with: Unfair. How come they don’t have Robin merchandise?

Vivian laughed at their chats and turned her phone on silent for now, as it kept sending notifications. She then fed her daughter another scoop and said: “You are a troublemaker, you know that? And you’re not even doing it.”

Valerie squealed and happily ate her mushed food, and as Alfred entered the kitchen with a warm towel to clean up the girl’s cheeks and hands. “Gampa!” 

Alfred smiled at the girl and asked, “Here you go, Ms. Valerie. Time to clean up.”

Valerie pouted her lips, thinking it would help her grandfather and let him wipe the mess on her face, and then she let go of Tim to clean her hands. 

“There, all clean,” said Alfred.

“Thank you, Alfred,” Vivian said and picked up the girl from her high chair and told Tim she was just going to give Valerie a bath. “Then, we could head to the garden and play with Grandpa Alfred.”

~*~

Bruce rarely has visitors from his family in the office. Vivian didn’t want to disturb him at work as much as she could, but with Valerie now here he welcomes the visits and their lunches together. So, when his secretary mentioned that Vivian and Valerie were on their way up, he immediately packed up so he could meet them halfway in the building and they could head for lunch.

He made sure to leave his blazer and opt for a simple jacket, having learned that lunch with his daughter could mean there is a possibility of a mess.

As he walked through the corridor, he followed the sound of some of the employees that were making a commotion with the whispers of “Valerie Wayne’s here”, because at the very center of it was Vivian holding their daughter who was shy with the sight of the people around them. Lucius Fox was with them and he was more than able to shield the child from the adoring fans who kept calling the child’s attention.

“Dada!” Valerie whimpered and reached for him.

“I’m here, Val,” Bruce picked up his daughter and kissed Vivian in greeting. “Val, is everything alright?”

Valerie hid her face at the crook of her father’s neck and held onto him like her life depended on it.”

“Dada,” Valerie muttered.

 “Lucius, we’ll just head out for lunch.��

“Of course, Mr. Wayne. Do enjoy your lunch. It was nice to see you again, Professor Pryor, and a delight to see little Valerie Pryor-Wayne.”

Vivian thanked Lucius for the help and joined Bruce to their walk out of the building and to their favorite cafe that wasn’t far. They took their table inside by the window that showed Wayne Tower, Valerie liked looking up to see the gargoyles there. 

“How was your day?” Vivian asked him.

“Meetings. I might take a trip to Argentina to see our division there. There’s some issues that need addressing. I was thinking of bringing you both along. Dick can look over everyone.”

“Val’s first trip out of the country,” Vivian fed their daughter with mashed food. “Wanna see Dada work?”

Valerie, as if she understood, nodded and reached to get more from her spoon. 

“Good thing she already has a passport. Just tell me when and I’ll prepare our things. Man, the others will riot when they find out that we’re taking Val for a couple of days out of the country.”

“How about you two, how was your day?”

“Usual. Val and I dropped Damian off at school. Then we headed home where we played with Alfred in the garden. She almost ate mud but we caught her before she could take a bite of her mud pie.”

As they had their lunch, conversing about their day, a man outside the window passed by and took a photo of Valerie before they could even notice. The flash startled Valerie that the girl started crying. Bruce was quick to his feet and started running out of the cafe and chased the man who took the shot. Vivian, while holding their daughter, looked out of the window and saw the man about to cross. With a wave of her hand, she had him blocked by a runaway shopping cart. 

Bruce approached the man and held out his hand to him. “The camera,” Bruce glared at him. He knew that the photo would be compromised, thanks to Vivian’s spell, but he wasn’t going to let anyone get away with something like this. Especially when it wasn’t a public event nor has he given the press any permission to post photos of his daughter on their papers. Not that they could anyway. 

“Come on, Wayne,” the man chuckled. “It’s not like it hurt anyone.”

Bruce grabbed the man by his arm, pulled him up and pointed in the direction of the cafe window where Vivian was trying to calm Valerie’s cries. “No harm? My daughter is barely one, and you’re already circling her like vultures. I should report you for taking my daughter’s photo without our consent.”

“It’s just the job – come on!”

Bruce wouldn’t have it, he took the SD card from his camera and pocketed it. “I’ll give this back to your boss,” he said then walked back to the cafe where Valerie reached for him. 

Bruce took his daughter and her cries calmed instantly in her father’s arms. “You’re okay,” Bruce whispered to her. “You’re okay.” Sitting back down, Vivian pulled down the blinds of the window, and sat next to Bruce as she checked on her daughter. “Thanks for the shopping cart, if you hadn’t I bet that chase would have gone for a block.”

“I’m sure you would have found some way to catch him,” Vivian wiped her daughter’s tears. “I guess lunch is ruined, huh?”

“We can get these to go and eat at my office.”

“Val would make a mess.”

“It’ll be fine… I think we should have just had lunch there in the first place, but she does like to look at the gargoyles.”

“Another Wayne trait she got,” Vivian chuckled. She then asked one of the staff to pack their food to go and to bring the bill. 

After packing up, the couple went back to Wayne Tower where they continued their lunch at Bruce’s office. They settled on sitting on the ground where Valerie could crawl on her outdoor blanket and see out the window. She didn’t have her gargoyles there but she did have  the city and she was close to the sky. 

“Mumma!” Valerie pointed out to the horizon.

“You want to fly?” Vivian asked as she ate her lunch.

“Mumma!” Valerie raised her arms up.

Bruce pulled his daughter to sit on his lap and fed her more of her food. “Soon, we’ll fly around Gotham. I’ll take you flying.”

“Or we could ask Clark or Jon or Conner to help out,” Vivian teased him.

“No,” he said with a deadpan face.

“Dada!” Valerie kissed his cheek. 

Vivian could easily just take Valerie flying with her using her magic but she knew how important it was for Bruce to give that experience to their daughter so she kept the offer to herself. 

“Also, when we went to the store earlier, Val was pretty insistent on this, and I just can’t say no,” Vivian pulled out a toy from their bag. When Valerie saw the plush, she reached out for it and hugged it as soon as she got hold.

“Ba-man!” Valerie pointed at the toy, telling her father who it was.

Bruce chuckled. “Who is that?”

‘Ba-man!” 

They had an agreement, the entire family, that for the safety of their secret identities and for Valerie too, they won’t disclose to her about the whole Bat-vigilante gig they had going on. They would come to see her in their costumes, since she would be too young to remember any of it, and it seems the silhouette of the Dark Knight imprinted on her mind that she can easily identify Batman whenever she sees them. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t bring her to the Batcave so often now,” said Bruce.

“She’s still young, Bruce. She won’t remember much. What she will remember is that Batman and the Robins are there to protect her,” Vivian kissed his cheek. “Also, the boys are jealous when I showed them the photo of her hugging Bat-plush, so they started looking for their plush merch.”

“Are there any?” Bruce raised a brow.

“I’m sure Bludhaven has a Nightwing one, can’t say for Robin and Red Hood or Batgirl… I think Jason and Barbara are planning on making their own.”

~*~

“I got the baby bag,” said Tim. 

“You forgot her snacks,” Jason shoved the small Tupperwares into the bag.

“What about Bat-plush? You think she’ll want it?” Damian asked.

“Bring it anyway,” Dick replied.

It was one of the rare days when they get to babysit Valerie. Bruce and Vivian were called to a meeting for the Wayne Foundation about a charity event they were going to host and with Alfred helping to set up the caterers, they didn’t have anyone to look after their daughter, which meant she’ll be left with her brothers and sisters. 

It was only Damian at the manor that time and he swore that he can look after his baby sister on his own, while Bruce and Valerie had complete faith in him to protect Valerie, they were not so sure about handling the diaper changes or the feeding or what are allowed for babies to do and have. So, they called for the only son they knew who had good experience after looking after all of them all. 

Dick. 

But for reassurance, Bruce also called Tim. 

Then Jason also arrived, out of the blue, to see Valerie. So, now there were four. Then Duke arrived after finishing his patrol and was about to head out to visit his parents who were still at the hospital (for further observation after Vivian cured them of Joker gas) but decided to do so after the four were settled with Valerie’s things.

Now there were five of them. 

Five brothers.

Five Robins.

What could go wrong, right?

Duke only watched as Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian fussed about what to put in the bag and how to use the stroller while he held Valerie on the counter. The girl was more than content to be in his arms while she munched on a soft biscuit. 

“Duke!” Valerie handed him a biscuit from her plate.

“Thanks, Val,” Duke chuckled and ate the biscuit. “They’re taking a while, aren’t they?”

Valerie sighed and tugged on his hoodie. “Lena,” she said, pointing out the kitchen window to the garden. 

“Wanna visit Helena?” Duke asked.

Valerie nodded.

“Okay, let’s wait for them there,” Duke picked up the baby from the counter and took the Batman plush from the seat before they went out to the garden and wait for the others to finish their discussion on the list of things that’s needed in the bag. Completely forgetting about the list that Vivian placed on the refrigerator for their guide.

Sitting on the grass, Duke set Valerie to stand on the ground and held her hands. 

“Mumma?” Valerie asked.

“Mrs. P is in a meeting today so it’s just us, Val.”

“Dada?”

“Also in a meeting.”

Valerie pouted. 

“I know, Val. But we’re gonna have loads of fun today, if Tim gets to finish packing.”

Valerie sighed again and sat on the ground with her Bat-plush, she started playing with the toy, moving its stubby arms and legs around, until a shadow loomed over her. Looking up, Valerie grinned, showing her two front teeth, and reached out to the person.

“Cassie!” Valerie got up to hug her sister.

“Hi, Val,” Cassandra sat on the ground and hugged the girl. “Miss you.”

Valerie didn’t reply, she only hugged her tight and settled on Cassandra’s lap.

“Hey, Cass. Didn’t hear you come in,” said Duke. “I thought you were following on a lead.”

“Finished. Now babysit.”

“Vivian told you, didn’t she?”

Cassandra nodded. “Missed Val,” she hugged the girl and kissed her cheek. Val giggled and returned the gesture. “Taking long?”

“Yeah, Tim and the others can’t figure out how to use the stroller and what to put in the bag.”

“Let’s help. Then we went out,” Cassandra handed Valerie to Duke again and the three of them went inside. Upon entering, they were greeted by the sight of Dick and the others having a hard time to figure out how to fit all the things they prepared into the bag and how to fix the stroller. 

Sighing, Cassandra took the note from the fridge and showed to them what needs to be brought along. What made Duke laugh was the first line on the note in Vivian’s penmanship: Congratulations, you finally found this! Or Cassandra and Duke found it and showed it to you four. What to bring for Val’s baby bag… 

Then for the stroller, Cassandra took the thing from Jason and with one push of a button she had the thing standing from its folded state, then back to being folded so they could put it in the car.

“Easy,” she said to them and carried the thing out. They’ll be bringing Dick’s car since it had more space. Next challenge was putting the car seat, luckily Duke was familiar with how to do it, as he watched Batman set one in the Batmobile once, not sure why but he did help Bruce when they bought one for the car. With the car seat in Dick’s car, not everyone would fit in the vehicle. Jason gave in to taking his bike and meeting them in the park with Cassandra.  

Once at their destination, with Valerie riding her stroller that Jason was pushing, they were met by Barbara and Stephanie, and Kate, who wanted to see the youngest member of their family. 

“There she is! My little cousin – once, twice, thrice, I don’t give a fuck, removed,” Kate picked up the girl, who happily pulled on her red hair as it reminded her of her mother’s red hair. “Yeah, ow, ow… Someone get the baby now.”

“Alright, Val, let’s go!” Barbara took her but got the same treatment too so Jason took her from them. 

“What are you guys doing here?” Damian asked.

“Dick messaged me that you guys were taking Val to the park,” said Barbara.

“I was really just going to do errands, but when Dick said to the group chat that you were heading here, I thought why not see the little princess first. Cass, wanna come with?” Steph replied.

Cassandra nodded, after saying goodbye to Valerie with a kiss on the cheek and went with Stephanie. 

Kate shrugged and said: “Would you believe me that I genuinely wanted to see the kid?”

“A little hard to do,” Jason snickered.

“Honestly, I did want to see Val but I also need to head out.”

“Listen, I gotta bounce too,” Duke said. “I’m gonna visit my parents at the hospital.”

“Okay,” Jason tossed him his bike. “Not a scratch.”

“You got it. Thanks, Jay,” Duke then tickled Valerie’s tummy. “I’ll see you later, Val.”

“Duke!” Valerie grabbed his face and placed a smooch on his forehead. “Play!”

“I gotta go, kiddo, but I promise we’ll play when I get back.”

Duke bid his goodbye to her and left with Jason’s bike to see his parents.

Alone in the park, the four brothers set the baby on her stroller to walk around. The entire time, Valerie was pointing at things and saying what they were and calling for either of them to pick her up. When they came to the playground, Damian had Valerie on his lap as they rode the swing. Dick was sure to keep watch just in case she falls off. 

“You sending a pic to Vivian?” Tim asked Jason.

“Yeah, Ma asked me to send her one once we’re at the park,” Jason said and hit send. “I never really liked playgrounds.”

“Any reason?”

“It’s where perverts hang around.”

Tim frowned. “Oh.”

Jason leaned back and looked around the area, taking in every individual he spotted and reading their actions like a hawk. After hearing what he said, Tim too was on high alert and not just for his little sister but for the other kids in the playground too. All of them were there to protect these people, not just Valerie. 

“Jay!” Valerie got down from the swing, and while holding Damian’s hand they were walking towards the bench where they sat. 

Jason smiled and got up to meet her halfway. “You hungry, little bird?”

Valerie nodded. 

“Okay, let’s get you some snacks.”

Sitting on the bench, Jay placed her on her stroller and had Tim prepare her food and Dick cleaning her hands. 

It was when it happened, they saw the paparazzi trying to hide behind some bushes and take shots of Valerie with their cameras. They knew about Vivian’s spell but as Bruce said, if they let it happen it would have the press suspicious of them that they were the ones responsible for the blurred photos or see the Waynes as weak and take advantage of it.

Dick and Tim were the one who acted on it and went to approach the guys who were taking the photos, the two chased the photographers and blocked their path. As they discussed with them about the photos, and Tim videoing it live while saying they were taking photos of kids at the playground without the consent of the parents, Jason decided to get some food himself as the situation was taken care of.

And it was there he saw it. The odd one in the playground. The one person that wasn’t supposed to be there. It was a man wearing a plain looking jumper and shirt, with his slacks and leather shoes. He wore glasses that were slightly tinted – probably transitional — And he had his phone pointed at Valerie’s direction as she crawled on her blanket towards Damian and the Bat-plush. 

Fucker!

Jason ditched the hotdog stand and jumped on the guy, grabbing him by the arm and twisting it to his back.

“What the fuck!” The man exclaimed. “You’re going to break my arm, man!”

“I should, but my little sister’s here so I’m not going to break your fucking arm for taking photos of her, perv.”

“Todd!” Damian had Valerie in his arms and was about to approach him but Jason said to him and to everyone in the park: “DON’T COME ANY CLOSE, KID! THIS ONE’S BEEN TAKING PHOTOS OF KIDS IN THE PARK!”

Damian instantly hid Valerie from the man’s direction and placed her in the stroller. 

“I’M NOT!” The man called out.

“Really? Show us your phone.”

“You’re not the police!” 

Tim and Dick came to the commotion and the former took the phone from the man’s pocket. He opened it by using facial recognition and went to the photos. Normally he wouldn’t pull something like this, but the moment he saw the photos, he held the phone and punched the man across the face.

“You’re fucking, sick! She’s a baby!” Tim grabbed him by the shirt. 

“I already called GCPD,” said Dick. “I’ll take it from here, Jay.” He was a police officer and he could talk to the GCPD about this since he was out of his jurisdiction. 

Jason released the man and handed him to Dick. “I’ll take Val home.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Tim, go on ahead too.”

“Alright,” Tim handed the phone to Dick and whispered to his ear, “Val’s photos are blurred out. But there’s photos of other kids there.”

“Got it, thanks.”

After cleaning their hands at the park faucet, Tim and Jason packed up and took their sister away from the park. Valerie didn’t want to go just yet and nearly cried as she was having fun and because she sensed the tense mood with her brothers. 

“Dick?” Valerie asked them.

“Dick will be home later,” said Tim. 

“You should have broken his arm,” Damian muttered.

“And traumatize those kids and Val?” Jason glanced at Damian at the rearview mirror. “Let Dick handle it. He’s got everything he needs to have GCPD to put him away.”

When they got home, they immediately called Bruce and Vivian to discuss what happened. The couple were at the door minutes later and went to see their daughter who was mindlessly playing on the bed in the nursery with Damian and Tim. Not long, Dick also arrived and informed them that the man was arrested – he’s been arrested for similar charges and selling photos of children online. Didn’t matter to who.

Vivian held her daughter in a protective embrace, it made her feel so sick to know that someone would do that to Valerie and to those children in the park. It disgusted her. Bruce was silent for a while before telling Dick and the others that they needed to find a way to find how this man got his network. Batman’s villains are not just the costumed criminals in Gotham but all those who do crime, especially those like the man they encountered. He’ll make sure to mention this with Jim tonight during Patrol.

Sensing the down feeling in her family, Valerie started to tear up and hiccuping, she hid her face in her mother’s embrace and cried silently.

“Oh, Val,” Vivian rubbed her back. “It’s okay.”

Valerie cried.

“Maybe we should go somewhere to lighten the mood,” she told them. “Maybe we can settle at Helena’s garden for a while just to ease the tension. I think she could sense it.”

“Good idea,” Bruce brushed his daughter’s hair. “Come on, love,” he reached for his daughter and let her cry on his shoulder. Before they left the room, he placed a hand on Jason’s shoulder and said, “you did good. All of you did.”

“I’ll head out and start hunting the perv’s network,” said Jason.

“Jason,” Vivian called for him. “Stay for a while.”

“I’ll be back once this is done, Ma.”

“Jay,” Valerie whimpered.

Jason smiled sadly and patted her head. “I’ll be back, I promise. I just have to do this first.” Turning to Vivian, Jason wrapped her in an embrace and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “This is what I do, Ma. I gotta go while the trail is hot, I’m sure his network is now packing up. I’ll have Roy to make the chase fast.”

“Okay,” Vivian sighed and squeezed her son’s hand. “Come home, okay? Val misses you.”

“I will.”

With that, Jason left and went on his hunt, and the Red Hood and Arsenal’s work was fruitful. In less than twenty-four hours they found one of the man’s networks, and from there they traced everything to a pimp that ran the forum and was based in Gotham. After informing Batman of their find, Batman informed Jim Gordon. With the Batfamily and the GCPD, they shut down the whole operation.

Along with the arrest of the whole operation, Vivian insisted that the Wayne Foundation aggressively supporting to organizations that were fighting against such syndicates to put to stop such disgusting acts. Many were 

~*~

“Why don’t we just hire a photographer?” Stephanie asked as they took their place at the mantle with Tim trying to arrange them all to fit the shot.

“Because it’s safer if we just take the family photo than hiring someone else,” said Time.

Standing before the mantle, the entire Batfamily gathered with Vivian sitting on the leather seat with Valerie on her lap. Bruce stood at her right side, a hand on her shoulder, and his other hand on Damian’s shoulder. Cassandra sat on the armrest of Vivian’s seat and beside her was Stephanie and Duke. Alfred stood just behind Damian, and the rest were gathered around to fit the photo.

“Until when is the ban on posting photos of Val online?” Stephanie asked.

“Until she’s old enough to attend galas,” Vivian answered.

“Fair enough.”

“Okay, Jason, move over so I can just —” Tim hit the button and ran to his spot with time to spare.

“Master Timothy, how long is the timer?” Alfred asked.

“Yeah, Tim, my eyes are drying out,” said Stephanie.

“Tim, Val doesn’t have a long attention span yet,” Vivian said through her smile. 

“It’s just ten seconds,” said Tim.

“You sure?” Dick asked.

“Yes!” 

Click!

The photo was taken and it had Tim yelling out startling everyone, and Valerie laughing at him.

[bat-mom-writer]

Bat Baby: Part 2

Reader(Mother Pregnant) X bat boys(Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne)

Summery: You go to shopping and your overlyprotective sons go with you and bring walkie talkies. Is this a cute idea or an embarrassing one?

(I do not own any DC charaters)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

"You're going to be the death of me," She chuckled, her hand resting lightly on her swollen belly, watching as her stepsons hovered over her like hawks.

"R2, this is N1, mother is feeling cranky again. Requesting backup, over." Dick Grayson murmured into his wrist-mounted walkie-talkie, not breaking eye contact with the grocery aisle. He could see his own reflection in the gleaming tins of baby food, his blue eyes filled with mischief.

Jason Todd, responded with a curt, "10-4, N1. ETA two minutes. Over."

Tim Drake, the youngest, took his role as R3 seriously, already scanning the shelves for anything that might catch her fancy. "N1, I've got eyes on a fresh shipment of those ginger snaps she craves. Permission to engage. Over."

"Affirmative, R3," came the response from Dick. "Secure the snacks and meet us at the rendezvous point, aisle six. Over."

"I just wanted to go shopping, did you have to bring the walkie talkies?" she said with a playful smile, swiping a loose strand of hair off her forehead. Her cheeks were flushed from both exertion and the warmth of their collective concern.

"Standard protocol, Mrs. Wayne," Dick replied, his voice serious but his eyes twinkling with amusement. "We can't risk any potential threats to the mission… or your cravings."

Tim emerged from the shadows, a pack of ginger snaps in hand. "Snacks secured," he announced, his usual brooding demeanor replaced with a rare smile. "Let's move out."

"R2, where are you?" Dick's voice crackled through the walkie-talkie. "I ordered for backup, over."

Jason's voice responded, "Still on approach, N1. Had to deal with a suspicious character. Nothing to worry about. Over."

She couldn't help but chuckle at their antics, though she appreciated their vigilance. Being married to Bruce Wayne, she knew all too well the dangers that could lurk in even the most mundane places. These boys were her makeshift Bat-family, her own knights in shining armor, and they were taking their roles very seriously. She felt a wave of love and warmth wash over her, and it had nothing to do with the pregnancy.

She sighs, a gentle sigh of resignation escaping her lips, and immediately the boys' heads whip around. "Mother bird," they chorused in unison, their eyes wide with concern.

"No, no, it's okay," She reassured them, waving a hand to calm the sudden storm of worry. "Just whatever you do, do not freak out-"

But it was too late. The walkie-talkie erupted into a cacophony of static and concerned male voices. "Mother bird has sighed! I repeat, mother bird has sighed! Status update, R2! Over!" Tim's voice was high-pitched and frantic.

"Copy that, R3," Jason's voice responded, sounding much closer now. "I'm on it."

Within moments, he rounded the corner, his eyes scanning the area for threats before finally landing on she . He strode over, his face a mask of concern. "Mother bird, report your status."

She laughed, the sound echoing through the aisles. "I'm fine, really. I just need to sit down for a second."

"N1, mother bird in need of emergency chair, over," Jason said into his walkie-talkie, standing right beside Dick.

Dick's eyes darted around the area before he nodded to Tim. "R3, deploy the foldable chair. Code blue."

Tim, ever the prepared one, reached into his utility belt and pulled out a compact chair. With a flick of his wrist, it unfolded with a satisfying snap, and she gratefully sank into it. The chair was surprisingly sturdy, designed to hold her weight even in her current condition. She watched as the boys exchanged a look of pride, having successfully executed their plan.

The three of them, Dick, Jason, and Tim, stood around her in a semi-circle, their eyes scanning the surrounding area with the intensity of seasoned soldiers. They looked ridiculous in the middle of the baby aisle, but she knew they were just trying to make her feel safe.

"You three are ridiculous," She said, her voice a mix of amusement and affection. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so protected, so cared for. It was a stark contrast to her previous life, one filled with shadows and secrets.

"Three?" The sudden silence that followed was so thick it could be sliced with a knife. Dick's grip tightened on his walkie-talkie as he glanced at the others. Jason and Tim's eyes widened in surprise, both looking at him expectantly.

"R4, do you read me? Over." Dick repeated into the device, his voice tight.

"I'm not doing this," a young, yet firm voice responded through the static.

The boys looked at each other, puzzled expressions on their faces. Her smile grew as she realized it was Damian, their youngest sibling. "R4, come in. Over," Dick said with a hint of exasperation.

"Damian, don't be a party pooper," Tim chided playfully. "We're just trying to keep mom safe."

"R4, this is N1," Dick's voice was firm but had a hint of a smile. "Your presence is requested at the rendezvous point immediately. Over."

"Fine," Damian's voice grumbled through the walkie-talkie. "But only because it's for Mom."

Her heart swelled with affection for her unconventional family. Despite their unique circumstances, they had formed a bond that was as unshakable as it was unorthodox. She watched as Dick and Tim exchanged a knowing look, their eyes filled with the same mix of fondness and exasperation that often accompanied their interactions with the youngest Wayne.

They headed to the check out, the clank of their gear and the squelch of their boots on the linoleum floor drawing curious glances from other shoppers. Dick took the lead, his eyes darting back and forth, ensuring their path was clear. Tim hovered protectively beside the shopping cart, ready to leap into action at the first sign of trouble, while Jason brought up the rear, his gaze sharp and assessing.

As they approached the checkout lanes, they spotted a figure that could only be Damian. He leaned against the candy rack, arms crossed, a look of boredom etched on his face.Upon seeing Avilasa, he rolled his eyes but straightened up, walking towards them with a begrudging gait.

"Mother, why are we using these… devices?" he asked, holding up his own walkie-talkie with a look of distaste.

She couldn't help but laugh. "Because your brothers are overzealous with their protectiveness," she replied, "And because it's fun."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "It is not fun," he said, his tone a clear challenge.

"R4, maintain your cover," Dick whispered into his walkie-talkie, a smirk playing on his lips. "We don't need any unnecessary attention."

She watched as Damian's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, tucking the device into his pocket with a huff. The checkout line was longer than they'd anticipated, filled with weekend shoppers and families with carts piled high. The boys took turns scanning the crowd, each of them hyper-aware of any potential threats. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride in their diligence, even if it was a bit overkill for a trip to the grocery store.

"Alright, Mother Bird," Dick announced, his voice low and serious, "We're approaching the extraction point."

She couldn't hold back her laughter as the three of them formed a human shield around her, guiding her through the line like she was a VIP at a high-security event. The cashier looked at them with a mix of confusion and amusement as they approached.

"No sudden movements now," Dick whispered dramatically, his eyes darting to the cashier. The woman looked up at him, blinking slowly, and he gave her a tight-lipped smile that was meant to be reassuring but came off more like a warning.

Jason stepped in, playing along. "We're all clear," he murmured, his voice low enough that only the boys could hear. "Proceed with the checkout protocol."

Tim nodded, his eyes still sweeping the area as he began to unload the cart. "Roger that, N1."

The cashier, a young woman with a name tag that read 'Ashley', couldn't help but chuckle at their seriousness. "Looks like you guys are prepared for anything," she said, her voice lilted with humor.

She looked up at her with a wry smile. "You have no idea," she said, her voice filled with a hint of awe at the lengths her stepsons would go to.

"R2, this is N1," Dick spoke into the walkie-talkie, his voice dropping into a dramatic whisper, "We've made contact with a friendly civilian. Proceed with caution. Over."

Jason snickered, shaking his head slightly. "Roger that, N1," he replied, his own voice echoing the playful sarcasm. "We'll keep the situation under control."

The checkout process went smoothly, with the occasional whispered code word and the dramatic scanning of their surroundings. She couldn't help but feel a bit like a celebrity with her entourage of guardians. The customers around them were either bemused or bewildered by the display, but the boys remained steadfast in their roles.

Once outside the store, the tension eased slightly. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the parking lot. The air was filled with the scent of grilling meat and distant laughter from nearby families enjoying the weekend BBQs. she took a deep breath, feeling the tension in her shoulders relax.

"Alright, knights," she said, patting her belly, "time to get this baby home before he decides to make an early appearance."

The trio nodded in unison, Damian follow at a casual distance, and they began their march to the car, each of them carrying bags filled with her precious cargo. The walkie-talkies remained at the ready, though the tension had lightened. She felt the weight of their care and the absurdity of the situation, but she knew that this was their way of showing her love.

Next

[kadentherabbit]

Hi guys!!!! Soo this is my master list, it will be updated as I write more fanfics in the future, I currently write for ahs/evan peters characters, DC characters and possibly Donnie Darko in the near future! Make a request to be on my tag list!

A little more about me I suppose: gay and trans! Please only refer to me with he/him pronouns. I enjoy gory movies or movies with Evan Peter’s in them :3. You can refer to me as Kaden! I love writing, one of my favorite hobbies but it takes me a while to have any motivation so keep that in mind!

Most of my fics will be about men, and in a gender neutral fashion unless I’m requested specifically male reader or female reader! Keep reading for more!!

My CAI.

My JAI.

I will not write fics that include:

Any bodily fluids that aren’t spit, cum or blood (Strict limits).

Age gaps that include one party being under the age of 18 and another party being over the age of 18. (Aka any sort of pedophilia)

Fics that involve childbirth/pregnancy (may change in future).

Incest or stepcest. Platonic family relationships only.

Threesomes or any smut that includes more than 2 people (may change in future)

Smut for any female or AFAB character.

I hate writing angst.

Characters I currently feel comfortable writing for! ⬇️

Peter Maximoff, Tate Langdon, Richard Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Most DC villains, Carl Gallagher, Kai Anderson (May be ooc), Ponyboy Curtis, Two-Bit Mathews, Adam Banks, Kyle Spencer, Tweek Tweak, Wilbur Robinson, Lewis/Cornelius Robinson, Johnny Lawrence.

Characters I need more time with ⬇️

Kit Walker, James Patrick March, Jimmy Darling, Lip Gallagher, Ian Gallagher, Donnie Darko, Luke Cooper, Colin Zabel, Stan Bowes, Guy Germaine, Daniel LaRusso.

(you may suggest these characters! I may just need a little more time to write the fic!)

smut = 𝜗𝜚. fluff =✿. Being worked on = ꩜.

AHS

Tate Langdon NSFW Alphabet 𝜗𝜚

Your fear is my pleasure - Kai Anderson 𝜗𝜚

The only friend you’ll ever need - Tate Langdon 𝜗𝜚 (req)

Kai Anderson fic 𝜗𝜚/꩜

X-MEN

Peter Maximoff NSFW Alphabet 𝜗𝜚 (req kinda)

Stuffed like a Twinkie - Peter Maximoff 𝜗𝜚/✿ (req)

Mean Dom Peter Maximoff 𝜗𝜚

Peter Maximoff and Reader getting high ✿/꩜

DC

Dick Grayson/Nightwing Blabz ✿

Arkham Knight! Jason Todd Blabz ✿ (Fem! Robin reader!)

OTHERS

Ryan Gosling! Ken Blabz ✿

Rodrick Heffley Blabz ✿

Jack Hughes Blabz ✿/𝜗𝜚

Five Hargreeves Blabz ✿

Cobra Kai! Johnny Lawrence blabs ꩜

[romance-is-tragic]

Somebody That I Used To Know (Tim Drake X Fem! Reader)

Summary: One day, Tim abruptly decides to break up with you. You never understood why. How were you supposed to deal with it all ? 

Warnings: Heartbreak, Crying, Angst, Swearing ?

A/N: Hey everyone, I’ve been listening to Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye and inspiration kinda just hit me for a while. I have no idea why it took me over a week to write this but I managed to proofread it as well. I hope you enjoy it. As always, feedback is appreciated. Happy reading ! Xoxo :)

"Y/N ?" Tim asked, walking into their shared apartment. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "How was your day, baby ?" you asked. He smiled at you, murmuring that it was good. "But Y/N," he said, "I have something to tell you." He led you to the sofa and sat you down. "I don't wanna be with you anymore. I'm sorry but I can't do this." As he spoke, your heart shattered like glass, a million blood-stained pieces that littered the floor. The love of your life was leaving you. "But why ?"  you asked hopelessly, your voice dying down to a whisper. "Don't you get it Y/N ? I'm tired of you," he said getting up. As he unlocked the door, you put a hand on his arm. "Tim, I'm pregnant," you said, pulling three positive tests from the pocket of your pants. He stared at them, then you, your e/c eyes shining furiously in the lights with tears. Tim pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, leaning his forehead to yours. "Goodbye Y/N and good luck."

 "Y/N, Y/N, open up !" came voices from the door. You got off the old sofa, running your fingers quickly though your hair as you pulled open the door. Tim's brothers, Dick, Jay and Dami, stood at the door armed with boxes. "We're just here for Tim's stuff. Honestly he was the stupidest person on Earth to break up with you," Dick said softly. "How are you doing ?" You gestured to your eyes, red from crying, "perfectly fine as you can see. Come in. How's Tim ?" Jay gave you a sympathetic smile, "he's fine, he's happy. Just saying though, he  changed his number and he doesn't want you to have it."

 You grimaced as you heard the words, tears threatening to spill again. "Alright then, good for him, as he had no problem leaving us alone." The three of them turned to you in shock and in confusion. "Us ?" Dami asked quietly. You nodded solemnly, "I'm pregnant." Dick picked you up and spun you around, a wide smile on his face. "Richard, put me down," you said quietly, the authority of Alexander The Great in your voice. Startled, he did so. "Richard ?" he asked. You shrugged and placed a hand over your stomach, willing yourself not to cry. "Dick, Jay, Dami, those names are for friends. I was just Tim's girl."

 "Hey, you weren't just Tim's girl. You were our friend, our sister. Even if Tim won't be a father, your baby's still gonna have a family. Me, Jay, Dami, Bruce, Duke, Cass, Babs, Alfred, we'll all be family, even if Tim won't. We'll be with you, every step of the way," Dick said quietly, rubbing a hand soothingly down your back. "Thank you," you replied, wiping your eyes.

 "You guys probably want dinner, don't you ?" you said, pulling out a pot and setting it on the kitchenette stove. "Do you think you could make... pork bone soup ?" Damian asked tentatively. You looked at him and smiled a sad, matronly smile, nodding. "It's just that Drake gave us some of it that you left for him last time... it was amazing..." he explained hurriedly. You nodded and started pulling out the ingredients, making the much-loved soupy noodles.

 You did it alone, all of it. Your pregnancy progressed easily. Of course, there was morning sickness, pains and doctor visits. You never admitted it but you lay awake crying each  night, wishing you had a partner to do it all with you. Someone to hold back your hair, place kisses on your stretch marked stomach, someone to hold your hand at the doctor's, someone to kiss you and reassure you, telling you that everything would be okay. That someone wasn't Tim.

 You did it all alone. You bought baby clothes and set up a nursery. You painted the walls and assembled the crib. No one ever offered to help you. Even though Dick, Jay and Dami promised you that they'd help, they soon forgot about you, their so-called 'sister'.

 When you went into labour, you bit down on your lip to the point of blood and took yourself into the hospital. Sixteen painfully exhausting hours later, your darling daughter was born. You named her Thea Danielle Y/L/N. Thea for Tim, it'd been his favorite name, after yours of course. Danielle for one of your favourite writers, Danielle Steel. Your daughter might have been Tim's biologically but he wasn't going to step up and be a father. So she wasn't Tim Drake's daughter, Thea Danielle was Y/N Y/L/N's daughter, your daughter.

    Three Years Later...

 You smiled as you took your award, cherishing the claps of the audience. After Thea's birth, you went back to writing, under the name Aislinn Sunset. Soon enough, by Thea's third birthday, Aislinn Sunset was a worldwide bestselling author. You smiled at your success, you'd come so far. You managed to raise a wonderful daughter and have a productive career.

 To celebrate the successful launch of another book, you took Thea to get her favourite cake. As you sat down in the small café, Thea enjoying the bubbling warmth of her chocolate cake while you sipped on your chai tea latte, you were approached by a strangely familiar looking man. Tim Drake.

 "Hey Y/N," he said sheepishly, "how've you been ?"

"Perfectly well Tim," you replied indifferently, motioning for him to sit. He did so and smiled at Thea. "She's lovely, who's the father ? " Tim asked cautiously, nodding towards Thea. You looked him in the eyes, rage overflowing your heart. "You are Tim. You are my daughter's father. I accepted that you wouldn't be there for us, so I did it alone."

 "Mommy, who's this ?" Thea asked, looking at Tim with wide eyes. You smiled and patted her silky dark hair, hair that matched Tim's. "This is my old friend, Tim Drake," you said, for lack of a better answer. "Oh, Hi Mr Tim Drake," Thea said, grinning widely with a three-year-old's charm and innocence. Tim smiled at her and said hi back, leaving Thea to her chocolate cake.

 "Look Y/N, I was so damn stupid to leave you. I want to be part of your life again," he said in a soft low voice. "I know you probably hate me, I mean, I walked out on you even though I knew you were pregnant. I never bothered to call or check up on you. I changed my number, had my brothers get my things. I cut you off, shut you out, I screwed you over so many times, you should hate me." You looked at him with an evil glint in your eye, your red-painted lips twisting into a half-smirk as you sipped your coffee. "Good that you know…" you said quietly, "you really were a horrible boyfriend."

 Tim brushed his fingers through his hair, "look, I know. I sucked as a boyfriend, as a partner, as everything. I totally get it if you don't want me. I just wanted to say I love you. I realised it not long after I walked out on you. I love you Y/N, I really do." "I don't want you Tim. I've moved on. I don't want to be with you or with anyone else. I've had enough of people betraying me. I'm doing what's best for me and what's best for my daughter."

 "Lissen Y/N, I know you. It's not like you've done anything with your life in the past three years." Your heart sank, seeing the man you once loved chastising you even though he didn’t know your struggle. You'd picked up countless little jobs over the years, scraping up enough to raise Thea. After months of struggle, you'd made your big break with your third novel. Currently, you were writing your tenth, happy that the work you put in for so long brought in huge profits. You looked at him, anger glistening in your lovely e/c eyes. "I'm tired of you and your derogatory treatment of me. Aislinn Sunset, look her up," you said, getting up and taking Thea with you.

 Tim pulled out his phone, quickly googling  Aislinn Sunset. She was one of his favourite writers but he never knew much about her. "Aislinn Sunset, a multi-millionaire writer. Birth name, Y/N Y/L/N…" Tears fell slowly from his eyes as he realised how wrong he was. Now, he was just someone from your past. Somebody that you used to know. 

[dickgrayson-is-a-dad]

dick grayson x pregnant!reader part 3!

Part one! Part two! Part four!

You married into a family of hardened detectives. They go out every night to fight the worst of criminals. They are considered some of the most intelligent humans on the planet.

Every single one of them has a childlike fascination for the baby growing inside of you

You receive a dozen texts a day asking after yourself and your child

You’re pretty sure Jason got a pregnancy tracker app

You’ve taken to sending pictures of any progress to Alfred, Bruce, and Tim

Mostly once a week, just a picture of your growing belly and a snapshot of your pregnancy app (seeing your baby through the eyes of fruits and vegetables could be odd)

(Also, Alfred got hard copies of ultrasound photos. You had a sneaking suspicion photo albums were happening)

Dick loved seeing you as the pregnancy progressed

(There will be no body security issues with Dick around, okay this boy thinks you’re the most beautiful woman to walk the earth)

His hand does not leave your belly, and he is completely unashamed of this

Will he have a hand on your belly while you’re at a restaurant?

Yes. Yes he will

Will he have a hand on your belly at any and all galas you’re forced to attend?

Absolutely.

(He would stop if you asked him to, of course, he loves and respects you more than anything in the world)

On days when the baby just won’t stop kicking, he’ll massage your belly and sing Romani lullabies to the baby (it’s the most relaxing thing in the w o r l d)

Alright listen. I’m not saying Dick Grayson thinks you with a big baby bump is the sexiest thing in the world, but he totally thinks it’s the sexiest thing in the world okay

On nights when Bruce **forces asks you to go a gala, there is some action at home that night

Oh and he definitely tries all of your pregnancy cravings if you let him/ask him to (the boy tried to have some one night and he might’ve had his hand smacked)

He actually finds a couple really good and continues to eat it well after your pregnancy

(not-pregnant you is very grossed out)

His favourite thing is to put his head in your lap/against your belly and give baby kisses and let baby kick his head (and you’ll put your hand in his hair and he gets to interact with his lil baby and it makes him so happy)

Sees someone out and about with a crying baby and realizes he has no idea how to care for an infant

(He calls Bruce panicking. Bruce Definitely Does Not Laugh a Little Bit)

After that he picks up some parenting books and is occasionally horrified at parenting techniques

“It says you sometimes have to just let the baby cry themself to sleep. Can you even imagine oh my gosh.”

(He’s very upset at the thought of letting baby be unhappy. You have to bring his hands to your belly to feel baby kick to remind him that they’re okay)

Oh also he definitely makes you watch birthing videos (and promptly regrets everything, but his facial expressions are funny)

he watches ‘what to expect when you’re expecting’ a dozen times

(You think this is funny, but Tim is Very Concerned and sends him some good documentaries on actual pregnancy and parenting)

(Dick thinks his movie choice is just fine, thank you)

Oh by the way, Dick cries every time you listen to the heartbeat and do an ultrasound it’s the sweetest thing ever

At appointments, to which he goes every time, he holds your hand the whole time and he brings a list of questions both of you had (or sometimes Tim had) throughout the week

He just wants to take care of you the best he possibly can and he wants you and the baby to be healthy

When they do an ultrasound he’ll hold your hand tight and he gets so nervous (he just gets so scared that something is gonna be wrong) and when the heartbeat sounds throughout the room he kisses your hand every time it’s so cute

Also there is absolutely and ultrasound machine in the cave’s medbay and all of you play with it all the time

(Dick thinks it’s so much fun, to have all his siblings crowded around the ultrasound screen to see your baby that he helped make)

Sometimes, on rough nights, the ultrasound machine will get taken out with just you and Dick, to remind his nightmare-riddled brain that you’re okay, and baby is okay, and nightmares are just nightmares

And if Alfred finds you both asleep in the medbay, the ultrasound screen still displaying your lil baby, he doesn’t say anything (he may snap a picture for the photo album, though)

Your baby, like their father, is very expressive. At any time, when Dick comes into the room and starts talking, baby will start kicking

Dick thinks it’s so cool

(later in the night and the pregnancy, you threaten to tape his mouth shut)

His siblings also think this is cool. This may or may not lead to sibling rivalries of who can make the baby kick using only their voice

Damian, since the beginning of the pregnancy, has taken to sitting as close to you as he can so the baby can recognize his voice

He doesn’t quite get the reaction Dick does, but the baby definitely rolls over when Damian speaks

Damian is very intrigued by the fact that he can see the baby moving. Oftentimes, you’ll catch him watching your belly closely (which is kind of weird, but you know it’s only because he loves your baby and he loves you)

Speaking of the fam, anyone who does not have prior experience with pregnancy does a lot of research (they’re heroes, so they think it’s good to know anyways, but really if anything happens while they’re with you they want to know what’s happening and be able to help you as much as possible)

To the surprise of everyone, Jason knows a good amount about babies and pregnancy

Which is a shock, but very helpful closer to your due date (everyone gets antsy later in the pregnancy. A strong kick will lead to the whole room panicking. Having Jason tell everyone to “calm the hell down” was nice)

Speaking of Jason, he’s around more since the pregnancy was announced

Not obviously, but he seemed to need books from the Wayne library more often

He also seemed to read in the same room as you more and more.

He was probably with you when you went into labor (but that’s another story)

Cass also seemed to be lurking nearby more frequently.

Occasionally she would come out of the shadows to sit next to your feet. If no one was beside you you’d offer her a seat.

Sometimes she’d decline, but most often she’d take it, curling up next to you (but remaining alert, as if she expected danger.)

On the days she sat next to you her hand would hover in a silent question (always ask before you touch a pregnant woman’s belly!!)

There were hardly any times you’d tell her no. She’d put her hand gently over the most prominent part of your belly, stroking it softly.

Oftentimes the baby would roll over, which made Cass absolutely giddy.  She loved to see the baby move.

[chilling-in-the-dark]

To Keep You Safe

This is a yandere story; it mentions elements of obsession, possessiveness, kidnapping, Running away pregnancy and giving up a baby. If any of this is triggering for you, I understand, and you don’t have to read it.

As always, feedback is welcomed.

You were pregnant, you knew before you’d missed your first period, you knew it, and you wanted to cry. Now that you were two months late, the only thing keeping you from crying was the fact that Tim had cameras everywhere. A child didn’t deserve to be drug into this life.

She, because somehow you knew it was a girl, deserved better than this life, better than a father who thought it was ok to stalk someone, murder their boyfriend, and then kidnap them. You’d played along to get out of that damn room, and maybe you had come to love the boy in your own way, but still, you wouldn’t let your daughter live like this.

So the first opportunity you had, you ran as far as you could, never staying in one place more then a couple of weeks, trying your best to leave no digital trail. Sticking to small towns with little in the way of security cameras even backtracking to West Virginias radio quiet zone later in your pregnancy when you couldn’t move around a lot.

You’d spent the last month in a hunter’s cabin in the woods, it was small and looked like it hadn’t been used in years, that suited your purposes just fine. You only ever ventured into town when absolutely necessary and never visited the same one twice if you could help it. You wished you could keep this up, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to.

You’d given birth to her by yourself in that small log cabin, you knew it wasn’t the safest move, but you didn’t see any other choice, there couldn’t be any record of you giving birth if you wanted the next part of your plan to succeed. The first time you held your daughter you cried, even if she came from a monster, she was still the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, what you had to do next would leave a hole in your heart, but it was for the best.

After two weeks, you’d healed as much as you could in thirty days, so you’d traveled outside of the quiet zone for the first time in months, daughter in tow. You’d taken your stolen car into the nearest city and dumped it, you’d have to steal another one so that way you could leave, but this wasn’t small-town USA anymore you had no doubt that an officer would tag your ride.

You walked the rest of the way to the hospital, where the state’s safe haven law would let you leave your daughter in the arms of a nurse, you’d answered his questions as best you could without giving identifying information. The man had tried to convince you to get looked at by a doctor when you’d mentioned your solo homebirth, but you’d adamantly refused, the plan required that no record of you having a baby existed.

You went back to your little log cabin after that, if you were trying to stay hidden long term, you wouldn’t have, but you knew Tim was going to catch up with you eventually. Now that your daughter was safely out of his reach, you didn’t care what happened to you.

It took Tim an additional three months to find you, surprising really you’d expected him to be faster. Then again, looking at him, you didn’t think he’d slept the entire time you’d been gone.

“Why,” Tim asked his voice cracking, ever so slightly.

“I was worried that in loving you, I’d lost a bit of myself.” It was a half-truth, you’d been feeling it even before you’d run, and maybe it was a part of the reason you’d left, maybe it wasn’t. Judging by the look Tim was giving you, you didn’t think he bought it, but he left it alone just glad to be taking you home after a year.

You wanted to cry when he wrapped his arms around you, this time you knew you’d be giving up your freedom. Even if you’d been on the run these past twelve months, it had brought something out of you that you’d nearly forgotten was there. You’d found the joy in just being alive, and now you’d have to give it up again.

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Masterlist

This is no where near done but it’s a good start

DC Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🥰

Angst 😭

Dick Grayson/Nightwing

Valentine’s Day

Only One Bed 🔥

Sex Pollen🔥

Dick x Reader x Kori 🔥

A Little Box

Family Picture Day 🥰

The Littlest Bodyguard 🥰😭

Appreciative 🔥

Jason Todd/Red Hood

Peeping Between the stacks 🔥

Dead Clown 🔥😭

Late Night Thing 🔥

Last Night Thing 🔥

Scared 😭🥰

Grotesque

Fit to be Tied 🔥🥰

Sex Pollen🔥

Muscle Cramps 🔥

Distracted Reading 🔥

Dad!Jason at the park🥰

Screaming 😭

A Little Video 🔥

High sex 🔥

Stealing food blurb

Bratty 🔥

Tim Drake/Red Robin

A Few Kisses

(Series) the Maid pt 1

Only One Bed 🔥

Ghost😭😂

Texas Sun 🔥🥰

Stay home 🔥

Sex Pollen🔥

Loving Tim 🔥

Praise Kink 🔥

High sex 🔥

Shift change 🥰

Workaholic 🔥

First Apartment 🔥

Lingua Franca 🥰

Damian Wayne/Robin

A Date to Remember 😭🥰

The Bridge 😭

Holiday Party🥰

ephemeral

In the Darkness😭

Out of the Darkness😭

X kitten!reader blurbs one two 🥰

X short chubby reader 🥰

The Farm (X Jon Kent) 🥰

Cassandra Cain

Cleaning Up 🥰

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Sex Pollen 🔥

Confession and a gun 🥰

Roy Harper/Arsenal

New Place🥰

Tainted Rain 🔥 (sex pollen)

Hot Days 🔥

Been Awhile 🔥

Garth of Shayeris/Tempest

Night Swim 🥰

Gill Gunk 🥰

Kyle Rayner/ Green Lantern

Intergalactic Superhero 🥰

Work Calls 🥰

Kon Kent

Dating him headcanon

The Batboys

Lingerie🔥

Sexy Teasing🔥

Making out🥰

Pregnancy scare😭🥰

First Time Falling Asleep🥰

How the Batboys Sleep🥰

How They are Thirst Traps 🔥

Under a Spell (sex pollen part 1) 🔥

Dressed in the 90s

Their houses

Seduced 🔥

Switch/dom/sub🔥

Kisses

Kissing as a Distraction

Partner with a high sex drive 🔥

New Years Eve

Boxing Day

Self Care 🥰

Trash TV 🥰

Playing board/computer games one two three

If they find out about x reader fanfic

For your birthday

Period hornE 🔥

Adventure in inter-dimensional babysitting 🥰

Orange theory classes 🥰

Work out clothes 🥰

Their friend getting their sister pregnant 4 stories in one 🥰🔥

Shifter AU

Shifting Together (Jason Todd) 🥰

Shift change (Tim drake) 🥰

Reverse Robin Au Tim first

Rise of Batboy and Spoiler 🥰

Baby bird 🥰

Asks about this dc au best

Marvel Masterlist

Bucky Barnes

Peter Parker

Sam Wilson

About me

[dccomicsimagines]

Study Help - Tim Drake x Reader - Part Two

Warning - Adult Content Ahead -NSFW

Part One

Requested by @sannevd5​ - Can there be a Study Help Tim Drake x Reader part 2 where they get revenge on Damian

***

You glanced over at Tim who was fast asleep in the passenger seat. Your hands gripped the steering wheel and you focused on the road. You widened your eyes to keep them open. Exhaustion weighed on you. Finally, the manor came into view. “We’re here,” you whispered, nudging Tim with your elbow.

Tim jerked awake. “What? Is it the baby?” He glanced around in a panic, wiping the drool off his chin. You snorted and peeked back at the sleeping baby in the backseat. 

“He’s fine, Timmy. Sleeping like his daddy.” You laughed. Baby Jack was fast asleep, probably tired from crying the night away last night.

“Are you okay?” Tim said, touching your arm. He had that protective look on his face again. 

“I’m fine.” You smiled at him and opened your window to type in the code once you pulled up to the gate. “You were the one who was up with Jack all night.”

Tim rubbed his eyes. “I was up anyway though, and you didn’t actually sleep, you were with me the whole time.” 

You shrugged, pulling up the driveway once the gate opened. “Still, I’m fine, Tim.” Tim squeezed your hand tightly. You wondered if he would ever stop being overprotective of you. Apparently, being kidnapped by Ra’s al Ghul for two months during your pregnancy was enough to keep Tim on edge permanently. You parked the car. 

Tim rushed out of the car and ran to your side to open the door. You smiled, rolling your eyes. “What? It’s the least I could do since you drove,” Tim said. You opened the back door to gather up Jack while Tim grabbed the bags. 

“Master Tim, Miss (Y/N), welcome.” Alfred opened the front door.

“Hello, Alfred.” You hurried up the stairs and hugged him with one arm. Jack was smashed between you, but he didn’t even stir. 

Alfred laughed, hugging you back before pulling away to get a good look at Jack. “Well, look at Master Jack. He’s grown so much.” 

“Well, it’s been one month,” you said, handing Jack over to Alfred. “He was up all night like he is every night, so he’s sleeping like a log.” 

Tim struggled with the bags. You turned to help him. “Oh, so it looks like Master Jack is a night owl like the rest of the family.” Alfred beamed, looking very much like a proud grandfather. 

“Unfortunately, he got that from Tim.” You and Tim headed inside. 

“Har, har.” Tim kissed your cheek. “I’ll run our bags to our room.” You and Tim were staying for the weekend at Bruce’s insistence. 

“Where’s everyone?” You closed the door once Alfred was in. He rocked Jack, who was kicking one foot in his sleep. 

Alfred hummed. “Master Bruce is downstairs.” You smiled, knowing Alfred meant he was in the Batcave. “Master Damian and his friend are in his room.”

You froze. “His friend?” You smirked. “Is this the one who we think they are dating, but Damian keeps denying it?” 

“Yes.” Alfred shook his head. He wrinkled his nose and shifted Jack in his arms. “It feels like Master Jack needs a changing.” 

“Oh, I’ll do it.” You took Jack back, realizing Tim took the diaper bag upstairs with him. “I’ll be back, Alfred.” You headed up the stairs. Outside of Damian’s door, you paused. You swore you heard the moans inside. Glee filled you. Was this the time? Would you finally get your revenge?

You hurried to the bedroom. Tim looked up as you entered, confused by the grin on your face. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing’s wrong.” You handed Jack to Tim. “Change him for me and meet me in Damian’s room.” 

“Why?” Tim frowned. “(Y/N), are you planning something?”

“Timmy, there comes a time where opportunity rings and we have to answer.” You kissed his lips passionately before pulling away. 

“(Y/N).” Tim gasped, glancing down at Jack who woke up fussing. 

You grinned at him. “Just meet me there in a few minutes.” You left the room and hurried back down to Damian’s room. The moans were still there, louder and more intense than before. You smirked, knocking on the door. “Damian, I just wanted to say hi.” 

You opened the door without warning. A laugh threatened to escape you, but you swallowed it to play this straight. Damian and his friend flipped around under the covers in a similar way Tim always did when Damian interrupted you. The shoe really was on the other foot.

“Oh, you must be Damian’s friend. I heard so much about you.” You came over to stand next to the bed. The friend’s face was flushed and they hid their face under the covers. “A little shy? That’s okay. I’m Damian’s sister-in-law.” You grinned at Damian who was death glaring at you. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) Drake.” 

“We were busy.” Damian snarled. 

“Were you?” You blinked innocently, but you could see Damian’s eyes flash. He didn’t buy it and knew exactly what you were doing. 

Tim wandered inside, eyes widening when he took in Damian and his friend in the bed with you standing beside him. Jack gurgled in his arms.  “(Y/N), did you just...” 

“Hi baby.” You took Jack from Tim, ignoring Tim’s protest. Kissing the top of Jack’s head, you glanced between Damian and his friend. “You two should be careful, having fun has consequences.” A dangerous smirk came to your lips. “You might get kidnapped by Ra’s or...” You glanced down at Jack. 

Damian lunged for you, but Tim stepped in front of you and quickly ushered you out of the room. “Okay, enough now. It was nice meeting you,” Tim said, blushing redder than his Red Robin suit. He pulled you back to his old bedroom. “What the hell was that about, (Y/N)?”

You laughed, sitting down on the bed with Jack nuzzling against your chest. “Revenge is sweet, Timmy. So sweet.” 

“Revenge? What kind of revenge involves walking in on Damian while he and his friend...” Tim choked, traumatized. 

“Oh stop it. You didn’t see anything.” You closed your eyes and rested your head against the headboard. “He interrupted us so many times. Using Bruce, Dick, Steph, even Jason to ruin our moments. It was only fair I would do it to him.” 

Tim took a breath. You opened your eyes to see him struggling not to laugh. “Still, now he’s probably going to stab you.” 

You smiled. “He wouldn’t dare with you around.” Tim’s shoulders straightened as you stoked his ego. He came around the bed and crawled in next to you. You leaned into him, ignoring Jack’s drool soaking into your shirt. 

Your eyes grew heavy. “Take a nap. You need your rest,” Tim whispered in your ear. His arm cradled yours to support Jack as you fell fast asleep.

***

“Look how much he’s grown,” Bruce said. You handed Jack off to him before taking a seat at the dining room table.

“I know. Sometimes it’s like he grows an inch every day.” You smiled when Tim came over to pour your drink. Alfred came out of the kitchen with dinner.

Bruce rocked Jack. Jack gurgled at him, waving his arm around wildly. Damian stalked into the room. His glare darker than death. You just smiled sweetly at him. 

“Master Damian, where is your friend? Are they not joining us?” Alfred asked.

“No, they went home. They couldn’t face this monstrosity again.” He pointed at you. 

Tim tensed, setting down the pitcher and leaning in front of you. You wanted to laugh, but you held it in. It would just set Damian off and Tim would have to defend you. 

“Damian,” Bruce snapped sharply, narrowing his eyes at his son. “That is uncalled for.”

“Uncalled for?!” Damian threw his arms up in the air. “That harlot ruined...” He stopped, blushing slightly when he realized what he was about to admit. A snicker escaped you. Damian’s eyes flashed and he lunged for you. Tim blocked him, pushing him back.

“Knock it off, Damian. It’s not like you haven’t done it to us.” Tim’s shoulders straightened into a defensive pose. “And that’s my wife you’re talking about. Don’t ever call her that again.” 

You got to your feet to take Jack back from Bruce when he started to fuss at the raised voices. “I think someone’s hungry. I’ll go feed him. You can start dinner without me,” you said calmly and quickly leaving the room. Tim was right behind you.

Entering the kitchen, you fed Jack, sitting at one of the stools by the counter. Tim hovered in full overprotective mode. “I told you he would explode like that.” 

“Of course, he doesn’t like it when others get revenge on him,” you said, smiling down at Jack as he ate. “He’s always been entitled.” 

Tim hummed in agreement. He sat on the stool next to you. A soft chuckle escaped his lips. “Can you believe he almost admitted to having sex in front of Bruce and Alfred?” 

“I know.” You laughed. “I almost lost it there, but I knew he would just go off the deep end.” 

Alfred came into the kitchen with two full plates. “I figured you two should eat while it’s hot. Besides, I think some distance would be good.” He set them on the counter. 

“I’m sorry for causing trouble, Alfred.” You looked at him with genuine apology.

“It is alright, Miss (Y/N). After all, he did ask for it.” Alfred smiled somewhat mischievously before leaving.  

“I think you are Alfred’s favorite.” Tim took a bite of his food first. He moaned before feeding you a bite. 

The food melted in your mouth. “Maybe or he’s just happy we stopped Damian from having unprotected sex.” 

Tim almost spit out his food. “How did you know that?”

“Please. There’s a reason they went really red when I mentioned consequences.” You ate with your free hand since Tim was still in a state of shock. “It’s not like anyone gave him the sex talk. I mean you knew nothing.” 

Tim blushed. “True.” He cleared his throat. “But you knew.”

“Also true, but that doesn’t mean that Damian’s friend knows.” You put Jack to your shoulder to burp him. He spit up a little. You wrinkled your nose when you felt it slide down your back. “Tim, if you could grab a napkin please.”

Tim blinked. “Oh.” He grabbed a napkin and stood to clean up your back as Jack started to fuss. You bounced him, calming him down. Tim sat back down and went back to eating.

“You know, there is another way we could add to our revenge.” You smirked and kissed Jack’s head. “Can we call Dick after dinner?”

Tim’s jaw dropped. “Now that’s too mean.” Tim shook his head. “We couldn’t. Damian would really stab you after that.” 

You shrugged. “He can try.” You got to your feet to walk Jack around the kitchen so he would fall back to sleep. “Besides, this is a good thing. We don’t need Damian to get into the kind of trouble we got into.”

“The trouble you’re currently holding?” Tim took the last bite of his food. He got up and offered to take Jack from you. “Go back to eating, sweetheart.”

You smiled, kissing Tim’s cheek. “I love you.” Jack went over to his father calmly and you sat down to eat your cool food. You watched Tim walk around with his son. Your heart melted into a pile of goo and you couldn’t imagine loving them both more.

***

“What are you doing up?” Bruce asked, poking his head into the den. You flinched in surprise, causing Jack to start screaming again. 

“Oh, my son’s colic triggered again.” You got up to walk him around the room with your eyes closed. Bruce’s presence stayed by the door as you walked the path you memorized hours before. 

“Tim should be up in a few minutes.” Bruce’s warm, strong hand rested on your shoulder, stopping you. “Go to bed, I’ll take care of Jack.” 

Your eyes snapped open and you spun to look at Bruce in compete shock. “What? You’ll take care of Jack?”

Bruce chuckled. “I do know how to take care of a baby. Besides, at this point, I wouldn’t be able to sleep worrying about you walking around with your eyes closed.”

“I guess I am pretty tired.” You handed Jack over, but you couldn’t leave the room. “Am I a bad parent? I can’t leave him.”

“No, you’re not, but it’s okay to accept help once and a while. He’ll be safe with me and I promise if I need anything, I’ll get Alfred.” Bruce pushed you toward the door where Tim stood watching the exchange with the same surprise you had moments before. “Tim, take her to bed before she falls down.” 

You stared back at Jack as Tim wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you out of the room. “He’ll be fine. Come on,” Tim whispered in your ear. 

“Okay, okay.” Tears filled your eyes. “I’m a bad parent, aren’t I?”

“No, you’re not.” Tim squeezed your hip. “But you need a break. We both need a break.” Tim kissed your cheek. You stumbled on the stairs, but Tim caught you and scooped you up into his arms. “Woah, there.” Your head fell limply on Tim’s shoulder.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, opening your eyes to see Damian watching you and Tim from the bottom of the stairs. His expression bewildered and confused. “Hi, Damian. How was patrol?” 

Tim tensed, turning around to face Damian himself. You had to roll your head to keep him in your eyesight. “TT.” He frowned at you and Tim.

“Sorry about embarrassing your friend, Damian, but it was nice for the shoe to be on the other foot for once,” you mumbled.

“Hush.” Tim bounced you slightly in his arms. “Don’t piss him off now.” 

“He won’t get mad. I apologized.” You waved at Damian, focusing on Tim. “Can we go back to Jack now? I’m a bad parent for leaving him.” 

Tim sighed. “No, we’re going to bed, sweetheart. You’re not thinking straight.” Tim turned to head up the stairs with you. Damian watched the two of you go with a blank expression. 

You let your head rest on Tim’s shoulder as he bumped the bedroom door open with his hip. He laid you down on the bed. You melted into it. “Tim, why can’t we have fun anymore?” 

“We have fun.” Tim kissed your forehead. You sighed, hearing him pull away to move around the room. 

“No, we don’t. We just sleep all the time and take care of Jack.” You kept your eyes closed. Your body limp as Tim crawled into bed next to you and pulled you into his arms.

Tim kissed the corner of your mouth. “We will someday. This is just one of the hard parts, but that’s why we came to the manor, so we can get some help.”

You opened your eyes to look at him. “Wait, I thought Bruce invited us over?”

“He did after I asked for help.” Tim tightened his arms around you. “I’m worried about you. You’re a great mother and you give it your all, but you’re so tired.” He kissed your nose. “We need some rest.”

“You always need rest,” you said, closing your eyes and sighing in relief. Tim was right, you weren’t a failure as a parent. You just needed help and a break.

Tim chuckled. “True. Good night, sweetheart.” 

You hummed, feeling yourself slipping into the nothingness of sleep. “Love you.”

“I love you too.” You almost didn’t hear him as you let yourself relax for the first time in a long time.

***

Sun blinded you, pulling you from the deep, dreamless sleep. You opened your eyes to find yourself still in Tim’s old bedroom at the manor. Tim was spooned into your back. You smiled when you felt a certain part of him poking you from behind. 

“Tim.” You turned in his arms to face him. He opened his eyes, yawning.

“Morning, beautiful.” He kissed your lips. You slid your hand down his chest and under the waistband of his boxers. Tim jumped, blushing. “What?” 

“You really can’t tell. You were poking me.” A smirk pulled at your lips when Tim moaned at your touch.

“Well, I was having a good dream.” Tim closed his eyes, shivering. “You and I were at that hotel in Vegas, and you were in that outfit with the littlest...”

Cutting him off with a kiss, your thumb circled his tip and made him tremble. “Let me take care of you,” you whispered softly. 

“I should be taking care of you.” Tim cleared his throat. “We haven’t since Jack was born.” Tim’s hand slipped under your shirt, but you grabbed his wrist with your free hand.

“I’m not ready for that.” You looked him in the eye. “Not all the way.” 

Tim leaned forward to kiss your lips, rubbing his foot against yours. “How about we just touch? Like you’re doing to me now.” You traced a vein on his cock. Tim shivered. His hand flexed against your bare stomach. Your face burned, thinking of the baby weight you still carried. 

“Fine. Only touch.” You leaned over to bury your face into his neck. Your hand let go of Tim’s wrist to allowed his hand to find his way up your chest. His other hand played with the waistband of your pajamas, tugging them down. 

His long, strong fingers found your clit. You hissed and tightened your hand around Tim. Tim choked. “Careful, sweetheart.”

“It’s okay. I won’t break your T-Rex.” You giggled breathlessly. Tim’s fingers were rough with calluses, the friction making your body tense, skin tingle. You stroked his cock with just your fingertips. 

Tim panted. You gripped him and slid your hand up and down the length of him. Tim’s fingers stopped playing with you. “You’re distracting me.” 

“Right.” You kissed his jawline, working him harder than before. Tim tensed. “Are you close, sweetheart?” 

“I am.” Tim choked, looking you in the eye. 

“Then let go.” You smiled at him sweetly and sealed a kiss to his lips. Tim shivered and spilled into your hand. Most of the mess was caught inside his boxers. You pulled your hand out, wiping your hand on his boxers.

Tim closed his eyes, panting against your lips as you kissed the corner of his mouth. His fingers circled your clit again. You gasped. “Now I take care of you.” Tim whispered, one hand went under your shirt again and cupped your breast.

You relaxed. Your skin tingled again, feeling the flutter of your heart as Tim squeezed your breast gently. His lips tickled your skin, kissing down your neck. “It’s only fair that I leave you a mess too.” 

You wrinkled your nose, giggling as your body tensed. One of Tim’s thin fingers entered you. You jumped in surprise. “Oh.” Your hand rested on his wrist. “Careful.”

“I’m careful.” Tim hummed. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“It’s okay.” You closed your eyes, taking a slow breath. “I love you.” 

“I love you too. More than anything.” Tim’s head went under your shirt to kiss his way up your stomach. You rested your hands on his shoulders. 

You felt that familiar tension building up inside of you. Your nails dug into Tim’s shoulders. Tim groaned against your stomach. “Close, huh?”

“Yeah.” You lost your breath. Tim’s finger curled inside of you and you were suddenly among the stars. “Wow.” 

A knock suddenly came from the door. Tim jerked away from you, quickly pulling the blankets up and around the two of you. “Yes?” he asked. You giggled, panting as you came down from the high. You smirked when you felt Tim’s hand was still on your breast. 

Damian entered with Jack gurgling in his arms. He looked slightly disappointed. “Take care of your offspring.” He handed Jack to you. 

“Hi Jackie.” You showered his little face with kisses. He touched your cheek with his tiny, perfect hand, enjoying the attention.

“How did you get him?” Tim asked. Damian’s eyes went to your chest and Tim quickly pull his hand away. A blush dusted his cheeks. 

“Pennyworth asked me to watch him.” He crossed his arms. “You invited Grayson over?”

Tim looked at you. “Yes, I did.” You smiled at Damian sweetly. “And if we call a truce, I won’t tell him to give you the sex talk.” 

Damian’s eyes widened slightly. “TT.” He glared at you. “What kind of a truce?”

“Well, if you quit interrupting us, we won’t interrupt you.” You handed Jack to Tim, looking Damian the eye. 

Damian hummed. He rubbed his chin, biting his lip. “Fine, I agree.” He spun on his heel. “But if Grayson tries to talk to me, I will break this truce.” 

“Fair.” You smiled, relaxing against the pillows. Damian closed the door securely behind him. Tim stared at you with his jaw dropped. You took Jack back from him when he started to whine. “What?” You reached up to close his jaw.

“Did you just get Damian to promise not to bother us? He just came in here disappointed that he didn’t catch us in the act.” Tim pointed at the door, eyes wild. 

“Well, it’s only fair. Damian was always about revenge.” You smiled at Jack, cooing at him in a soft voice. “But now we’ll be good and maybe we can give Jack siblings.”

The blood drained out of Tim’s face. “More kids? When did you decide that?” 

You snorted, patting Tim’s cheek with your free hand. “Not now, Timmy. Later, when Jack’s like four or something.” 

Tim glanced at Jack. A dopey smile grew onto his lips. “I suppose that’s fine. I mean if we can handle Jack, we can handle another one.” 

You leaned over to kiss his cheek. “That’s what I was thinking.” Tim turned to catch your lips with his. Jack fell asleep in your arms and you couldn’t be happier.

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JVSONS’ REQUESTS

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FANDOMS/ CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

• DC | jason todd, dick grayson, bruce wayne, tim drake, slade wilson, jonothan crane/scarecrow, harvey dent

• RESIDENT EVIL | leon kennedy, carlos olivera, ethan winters (will most likely be posted on AO3)

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• Stranger Things (Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Peter Ballard, Dmitri Antonov/Enzo)

• Overwatch (Cassidy Cole, Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada)

• Apex Legends (Crypto, Mirage, Revenant, Bloodhound, Ash)

(This list isn’t dead-set, so If I didn’t mention something/someone here and you were curious about if I wrote for it, send in an ask!)

WHAT I WILL NOT ACCEPT FOR REQUESTS •

Any subject involving racism, homophobia, xenophobia, pedophilia, stereotyping, you get the point. Absolutely no requests about anything in regards to shipping the batboys, it’s incest, don’t even bother bringing it up to me. I will also not abide to requests involving romantic pairings of people with any family ties, as that is a discomfort for me. As a random sidenote, I will NOT write about real people, and don’t exactly feel comfortable writing about pregnancy. Lastly, I only write x readers, but you can definitely talk to me about things that aren’t fanfic related!

REGARDING SMUT •

Although you can ask for LIGHTLY suggestive content, I will refuse to write smut. I will not write anything explicitly sexual, and will only make references to said themes if it is necessary. Sexual themed requests are okay with me as long as they’re not pure smut, and don’t focus entirely on the idea of sexual content. If you’re ever unsure about whether your request is okay, just ask! I’m always willing to work it out!

KINKS YOU SHOULD NOT MENTION TO ME •

Masochism, knife kinks/ anything that involves weapons, mommy/daddy kinks, degradation, ageplay, raceplay, BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, any kinks involving bodily fluids, impact kinks, con non-con or anything involving noncon, gagging/choking, weight/ appearance shaming, any rp.

[love-lost-insecure]

Pregnant HCs- Tim Drake x reader

Requested by @voltron-stuff :"Hi, how about a hc of Tim Drake and his s/o finding out they are preagnant whitout planing it and Tim reactions during the preagancy and after (ofc you dont have to write it) Hope you are doing great <3"

My first request and for Tim too!! I hope you like it(if not, let me know and I'll try again, ok bye)👉🏾👈🏾 💞

You had been feeling off for almost three weeks already. Unlike your hero of a boyfriend, you weren't running around Gotham trying to save it. You were in school still. These past weeks, you had been feeling so nauseated, bloated and more tired than usual. When you told Babs about this, she straight up told you to take a pregnancy test. You laughed it off because no way!

When you told Tim that you were indeed pregnant, he short circuited

PREGNANT!

He thought you guys were careful. He's very meticulous with this stuff.

He didn't know how to handle this news but of course he would stay by you

He absolutely loved you ❤

During your pregnancy, he was on top of appointments. He's a planner by nature so he makes sure everything is going on the rails

He would cut his patrols a tad bit earlier but still worked all night and day

When you started to show, he liked to rub your belly and talk to it while you slept

He talks to himself already so now he includes the baby bump

When those cravings hit, he is gonna look at you in digust sorry

You want olives in your ice cream?!

But he will definitely be in the stores late at night, in uniform to get your snacks

He has just the things to help you with pain though

"Tim..Timmy..Tim." you roll your eyes, trying to get him to come cuddle with you

Later on in the pregnancy, you'd get a bit clingy

"Just give me like ten minutes." He'd offered

But he can't complain, he loves holding you

When your water broke, you both were sleeping on the couch

Tim felt something wet and immediately woke up

OH SHIT! he froze for like a millisecond

Contractions woke you up but tim was already on the phone with Leslie and running around to grab your bags

You didn't even know what was going, already in the car with Tim

He had to drive with one hand cause you were currently squeezing the other one

The family did come to the clinic but only Tim was in the room with you

He's seen stuff in his line of work but still seeing the baby delivered was something he couldn't have been prepared for

The sounds of a baby crying made him smile and when it was announced it was a boy, he teared up

100% in love with his son

Became the second Oracle so he could still help the bats but focus on you and the baby

Doesn't let many people even know that he had a baby cause you Ra's is a creep and is waiting for something to get Tim to him

Has no problem staying up late to change diapers or feed the baby

He loves to just hold him in the peacefulness of the night

It wasn't planned and it did increase some anxiety but Tim definitely will be a great father

[bia-wayne-west]

MASTERLIST DC/MARVEL

Hello, welcome to my Masterlist. Here are all my imagines from DC and Marvel comics. Hope you like.

To make it easier for you to find the imagines you’re looking for, I’ve made a few changes to let you know what kind of story it is.

Fluffy: It is indicated by ☆

Drabble: It is indicated by the text in italic

Angst: It is indicated by the bold text

Smut: It is indicated by ♡

🦋 Credits for those who made these incredible fan arts 🦋

Updated on: 01/30/2024

Requests are open

Prompts

DC COMICS:

FLASH | BARRY ALLEN

Barry Allen from TV Show:

Pregnancy ���☆☆ [Barry Allen x Reader]

Children of the future ☆☆☆☆ [Barry Allen x Reader]

Barry Allen from the DC Comics movie:

Batfamily:

Batmom:

Milk with cookies and bedtime stories [Batmom x Damian Wayne]

The day you met him [Bruce Wayne x Reader] Coming soon

Mom has a tattoo ☆ [Tim Drake x Batmom!Reader]

Richard “Dick” Grayson | Robin | Nightwing:

Bruce Wayne | Batman:

Jason Todd | Robin | Red Hood:

Timothy “Tim” Drake | Robin | Red Robin:

Damian Wayne | Robin:

Damian is going to have a little sister [Damian Wayne x Pregnant! Batmom]

Young Justice:

Artemis Crock | Artemis:

Miss Martian | M'gann M'orzz:

Wallace “Wally” West | Kid Flash:

Bartholomew "Bart" Allen | Kid Flash | Impulse:

Little Bart has a crush on Bruce's daughter [Bart Allen x Batsis! Reader] Coming soon

Kaldur'ahm | Aqualad:

Zatanna Zatara | Zatanna:

Superfamily:

Clark Kent | Kal-El | Superman:

The new girl from the Daily Planet ☆☆ [Clark Kent x Reader] Coming soon

Supermom:

Jonathan “Jon” Kent | Superboy:

Jon's first crush [Jon Kent x Supermom] Coming soon

Mornings and waffles ☆ [Clark, Conner and Jon x Reader]

Older Brother ☆ [Jon Kent x Supermom]

Conner Kent | Kon-El | Superboy:

Superboy is dating Batsis ☆ [Conner Kent x Batsis! Reader] Coming soon

Kara Zor-El | Supergirl:

Girls' night ☆☆ [Supergirl x Supermom] Coming soon

Wonder Woman:

Diana Prince | Wonder Woman:

Marvel Comics:

The Avengers:

Bruce Banner | Hulk:

Tony Stark | Iron Man:

Peter Parker | Spiderman:

Bucky Barnes | Winter Soldier:

Steve Rogers | Capitain America:

Pietro Maximoff | Quicksilver:

[herstarburststories]

BATBOYS MASTERLIST

Headcanons;

◈ Happy Women’s Day!

◈ you could be happy.

◈ Spending Christmas with the batboys + Bruce

Dick Grayson;

❈ 80′s Photos

❈ Quarantine Boredoom (smut)

❈ Catastrophic Night

❈ Paint it red

❈ The F Word

❈ Plus One

Headcanons;

◈ Living Next to Dick Grayson

◈ Patching up Dick Grayson

Jason Todd;

❈ the night hurt us.

❈ Swallow (TRANS!MALE READER)

Headcanons;

◈ Being Tony Stark’s daughter and dating Jason Todd (MARVEL X DC CROSSOVER)

◈ Being Jason's short girlfriend and loving hockey

◈ Being Jason's girlfriend by day and a vigilant by night, but he doesn't know because your personality is not the same

◈ Being Jason's shy girlfriend that owes a bakery

Tim Drake;

❈ First Kiss

Damian Wayne;

Headcanons;

❈ Bruce learning about Damian's S/O

❈ Milestones

Incorrect Batfam Quotes:

#001

#002

#003 (reader insert)

#004

#005

#006

#007 (reader insert)

#008

#009

#010

#011

Ships:

Headcanons;

۞ Pregnancy (Dick Grayson x Koriand'r)

۞ Married (Dick Grayson x Koriand'r)

━─┈ ✧ 

Supernatural Masterlist

Fandoms for Requests

updated: 01/08

[bluebellhairpin]

Something’s Not Right

Bruce Wayne/Batman X Batmom!Reader 

A/N: Oh dear, here comes the angst. (This is like 6+ pages on my google docs. Ha Ha ha oops) - Nemo

Warning(s): Blood, kidnapping, almost character death, mentions of miscarriage and infertility, not necessarily in that order. This could be distressing, so don’t read this if you think it could upset you. 

Summary: Ever since Batman’s third Robin, you’ve been know as the Batmom to Batman’s mask. But events lead you to break with not knowing what to do, and the only comfort you find is Alfred, who then tells you of something you never knew. With your newfound information, you set to work saving your family.

Listening to: “Something's Not Right” by Lily Allen 

Series Masterlist 

Masterlist 

You first met Batman when you were robbing a bank. 

In your defense, you were a little inexperienced, and he only knew you were there because he saw a shadow pass inside through a window. 

After that you kept running into each other, and ended up becoming each others first vigilante partners. 

You know, before he had a million Robin’s. 

You even came to know who was under the mask. Bruce Wayne the billionaire. 

When he brought home the first soon-to-be Robin, Dick Grayson, you were raiding his fridge in the Manor’s kitchen, having made yourself at home over the last few years. You looked at Bruce like he was crazy, he told you he’d explain later and you sure as hell made sure he did. 

You offered Dick some of the cereal you’d raided, and he accepted with a mumble and small smile. From speaking to Bruce later, that boy had been through a lot. 

You only hoped that Bruce wouldn’t push him too hard. 

We had forever We never got it together

Jason Todd joined a few years later, having been found by both you and Bruce trying to steal hubcaps. When Bruce brought him inside after the to had talked, you got the horrible feeling that Jason would become a Robin too. 

Your worries were confirmed when you caught Bruce and Jason sparring in the cave. You caught Bruce’s eye, and he froze. You shook your head at him and he knew he had more explaining to do.

After that, you become monitor of the computer. With Jason as the new Robin, and Dick starting to spread his wings off as Nightwing, you didn’t desperately need to be out fighting anymore. Someone needed to stay home, and with your relationship with Bruce becoming something more than friends, he felt better when you weren’t in danger. 

When he brought that up, you never once failed to play the card of “What about Dick and Jason?” 

Despite Dick being Nightwing and not living permanently at home, or Jason not really wanting to be in the Cave when he could have the house all to himself aside from Alfred, they always managed to be in the staircase of the cave when your voices started to raise in the same heated discussion. They knew it wasn’t anything to worry about.

You were protective, viewing them as the sons you could never have, and Bruce was too careless for his own good. 

But really what they stayed for was what happened after the yelling, the telling off, and the arguing. You always made up after, with softer words, a hug and a kiss. They’d never seen anyone else do that after a fight.

I waited for you For you I made it better

Jason's death hit you all hard, but Bruce didn’t get over it. 

Then, a couple years after Jason died, Bruce came home with another boy donned in Jason’s old Robin suit. He introduced himself as Tim Drake. He said he knew who you were, and you told him ‘Who doesn’t know (y/n) Wayne?’. Then he said he knew who you really were. 

'Valentine' was a name previously not spoken directly to you in over half a decade, and this thirteen-year-old seemed to know more about you than you thought possible. 

The next few years went on with their own struggles. Bruce got used to having a Robin again. Tim dealt with troubles and struggles in the form of his real parents. You got over the fact Tim was wearing Jason’s costume once he got his own. And Tim became a permanent residence of the manor. 

With Bruce and Dick protecting the city, Tim as Robin, and Alfred wanting to keep monitor duty with Tim, you gave up the vigilante life for good. 

Nowadays you only ever went to the cave to deal with injuries, last-resort monitor duty, and scolding Bruce or Tim for staying up too late. 

The one thing that didn’t seem to change was Alfred and Dick. They were always there, always a shoulder to cry on, and a listening ear. They knew how hard it got for both you and Bruce. 

Dick wanted to be there to show he was grateful for what you’d done in the past. 

Alfred was there because that’s where he belonged. 

They kept telling me that it was unlikely All I had to do was keep you beside me

Once everything seemed to be falling back into a semi-blissful state, the world served another harsh blow. The first was to Bruce, in the form of a vengeful and now alive Jason Todd. 

While Bruce had to serve every night going out to face the Red Hood, you went back to the monitor spending your days trying to track Jason down. Now that your boy was back you needed to have him home. Even though they didn’t know it, you knew that what both Bruce and Jason needed  was to be together. 

Naturally, once the initial tension disappeared, you were right. 

Even now, now that Jason is back, you can still see the haunted look in Bruce’s eye that makes you think he’s almost believing he is seeing a ghost.

The second blow was to you, in the form of Bruce’s long-lost son Damian. 

He came in silence, and for the first few days you barely noticed a change. It was mostly Bruce’s attitude and reluctance to let you in the cave that made you suspicious. Luckily for Bruce, he was around when you found Damian in the cave. 

Needless to say it took a good couple hours of conversation before everything was cleared up.

Damian listened from the staircase, and eventually Tim wordlessly joined. The new duo unknowingly recreating what their predecessors did before them. Alfred felt a wave of nostalgia from just glancing at them. 

What Damian couldn’t believe through the whole ‘discussion’ was how much you were blaming his father for him being in your home, not him. Even though you both were fighting over him being there, there wasn’t any hate in your words to him, only annoyance to Bruce. 

He wondered exactly how many times you had to deal with the same thing before, aside from Tim. 

Cause there aren’t many stars in the sky tonight

As far as you were concerned, having children of your own was never going to happen. One robbery gone wrong was enough to pull your chances of your own children from an already mere fifty to less than twenty.  

It was one of the reasons you were so good at welcoming each boy into your home with such open arms. As soon as they stepped through the threshold with a tired introduction from your husband, small faces and bleary eyes, you saw them as yours. Every time, without fail.

Naturally it came as a shock to you when the doctor told you to take a pregnancy test after you’d been horrendously sick for the past week. It came as a bigger shock when the test came back positive. 

Bruce’s excitement and yours was taken too soon. In reality, you knew it could’ve happened, but you didn’t think it’d happen so suddenly, or so easily. 

Dick and Jason were among those waiting when you came home from the hospital, and everyone would've much preferred if the trip happened nine months later, and you’d have a bundle of blankets in your hands rather than just a bag of clothes. 

Even Damian couldn’t help the horrible feeling in the bottom of his stomach. After all he still wouldn’t be a big brother. 

It had been a couple weeks, but you were starting to worry. While you had grieved, and in your own way moved on, Bruce seemed to stay the same. He didn’t react. When the news came he went straight into autopilot. 

In his life he’d lost a lot of people. His parents, Jason, many other residence of Gotham, and now your baby. You started to think that with every lost soul his lost part of his own too. 

Cause I know that it’s day but it’s dark outside

Your worries were well served. Not even a couple nights after you voiced your concerns to Bruce himself did he and Damian get captured by the Joker. 

Tim was monitoring the computers, instantly sending out and alert to Dick to go help, but he just got caught too. Tim then contacted Jason, telling him to meet him near Gotham Docks. 

You wandered into the cave to see the monitor set to where Tim left it. A camera from in an old warehouse displayed all five of your boys beaten, bloodied, and tied up with the Joker pacing back and forth in front of them. 

Near the monitor keyboard was a notebook, open to a page with words scribbled in Tim’s characteristically messy writing. He found writing down thoughts helped him get his mind straight. It cleared his head. 

“Knows fighting styles - been monitoring us for weeks to memorize patterns - new moves needed - Jason good idea - Mom the last resort.” you read a loud, sinking to the chair at the monitor.

As you processed what was happening, you knew time was running short. You felt Alfred behind you, placing his hands reassuringly on your shoulders.

“What am I supposed to do?” you said, resting your head in your hands, “The GCPD won't be able to handle it well enough, and I can't just contact Clark or Diana. And I got rid of my suit years ago - it’s not like I can just slip on one of Bruce’s suits and go fight myself.” 

“I think there’s something I should show you.” Alfred said, squeezing your shoulders. 

And I feel a weight in my heart tonight

All the batsuits were displayed on one of the walls of the cave, it was like a trophy wall. And while your old Valentine suit wasn’t there, there was a display photo of you mid-flip as homage to what you’d done. 

As you went passed the suits, both old and new, and the empty cases of the suits being worn by your boys, Alfred soon stopped near your photo. He pressed the logo of your photo-suit and the glass moved away, soon followed by the wall, to reveal another glass case.

“Mister Bruce has been working on it since you destroyed your old one.” Alfred explained, letting you walk forwards to inspect your pristine suit, “He figured you might need it, and if I’m being honest I did too.”  

“Who else knows?” You asked, running your fingers over the fabric and the slightly darker logo on it’s chest. It was a lot like Bruce's suit.

“No one, but Tim found out, nothing’s a secret from him long.” you smiled. That’s Tim alright.

The fabric was new, a material you’d never seen before, but looked a lot like miniature chain-mail. Knife-proof.

The chest where your signature V logo was along with around your torso sounded a metallic tap. Bullet-proof.

You noted that although the mask only covered your eyes it was embedded with reflective glass. Photo-proof. 

“He sure was prepared.” you said, turning back to Alfred with the mask in your hands. “Will you man the computers for me?”  

“It would be an honor, Valentine.” 

Something's not right

“Copy V? Guards ahead.” Alfred said. The mask was also fit with a com-link. Bruce seemed to put everything in your suit, from an oxygen mask, to a lock-pick.

“Copy.” you said, sulking along the side of the warehouse towards the guards. You knew this could get nasty fast, but over time you learnt from Bruce many ways to subdue without killing. The guards were out of it before they even knew you were there. 

Inside, Bruce and the boys were getting antsy. 

Once when Joker left Tim said to the others he’d left a note near the computer encase he and Jason were unsuccessful, in the hope either you or Alfred would find it and send help. It had been almost two hours, and they were starting to doubt. Especially now that Joker was back and pacing in front of them. 

An explosion somewhere in another warehouse made their tired heads, and the heads of the others in the room, move towards the noise. The familiar sound of batarangs flying through the air made their head turn back right as two of the dozen guards fell to the floor, soon followed by two more. 

Joker ordered to start shooting at where the batarangs were coming from, and the solid sound of shots firing rang out for a couple long moments. When a figure clad in black dropped to the floor from the beams, Bruce felt his stomach drop. 

He knew that figure. He knew that suit. 

“Search them. Make sure whoever it is, is dead.” Joker said, dismissive in his words but the boys could tell he was on edge. Joker had the Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood and the two Robins. There wasn’t anymore, right? 

The guard moved to the figure, nudging its shoulder with his foot, and with the second nudge the figure shot up, pulling the guard into a headlock, and the guard dropped down unconscious in less than a few seconds. The other guards were trained on the figure, and Joker smiled.

“Well, well, does Batsy have a new birdy?” he sang, and the figure stepped forwards out of the shadow to reveal you, donned in your Valentine suit for all to see.

“Oh no, dear Joker,” you said, matching his tone yet lacing it with as much venom as humanly possible, “I promise you I’m far from new.” 

Cause I know that it’s day but it’s dark outside

The fact Joker wasn’t expecting a sixth ‘Batman partner’ to show up helped with taking down the guards. And like Tim noted, he was tracking everyone’s fighting styles. Even if Bruce was in the right mind-frame he had little chance of coming out on top. 

You hadn't fought in the public eye for many years, so there was no recent footage of your style, and even so most of it was back when you weren’t working with Batman at all. 

You had tied up Joker when you set to work setting the boys free, and it came as no surprise that he’d somehow gotten away by the time you’d given everyone a once-over. 

Back in the cave Damian was the first. Once back in the confides of safety Damian practically flung himself into you. 

“Ummi, I thought-” he said, stopping himself with a sniff and burying his nose in your stomach. 

“It was a close call.” Dick added, his voice strained. With a look you pulled him closer, and one by one you managed to deal out hugs and just the right words. 

In the next few hours Dick and Jason were both sent off back home with food Alfred made, and the reassurance that you’d come visit. Tim was sent off to bed, being told everything from the past events would be waiting when he wakes up. Damian was also given bed rest, but only after he got one last hug from you. 

All that was left was to deal with Bruce, who’d been in the cave since you all went upstairs. 

Like the feeling of rain on a Summer light

“Bruce.” you said, reaching his place at the computer. He stopped rather abruptly, and turned to face you with an agonizingly slow pace. The look on his face made you pull him into you just like you did with Dick. And for the first time in so long, Bruce cried. 

He could’ve lost everything on top of the baby. The other boys. You. Himself. 

He knew what he did wrong, he knew he went in without a clear head, all because something wasn’t right.

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

Rules for requesting

If my requests are open, feel free to send one in whenever you'd like. I don't have a turnaround date; requests are filled if/when I have the ability and motivation to do so. If a request makes me uncomfortable, I will not write it. Any requests that I can’t/won’t write will be deleted.

Who I write for: the batfamily and Jon Kent

That is: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Jon Kent, and Damian x reader x Jon. I will also write for Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, and Duke Thomas, though my grasp on those characterizations is less good.

As for what I will not write:

smut

anything suggestive/nsfw

batcest

rape

pregnancy/labor

biological children of the reader

abusive relationship

requests that include specific features for the reader

anything that will negatively affect my own mental health

requests that I don’t feel I can write due to a lack of experience or knowledge on the topic (for example: I might write about depression but not about DID because I have no knowledge of it other than a little bit secondhand)

If you're curious whether or not I'll write something, just ask. I will happily let you know. And if you have questions, just want to rant, or feel like saying hello, my ask box is always open

Thank you for stopping by!

[glorified-red]

Masterlist

Requests: Closed.

I have taken requests in the past but due to time and stress, I no longer take requests without specifically asking for them. I will open my inbox for a specific number of requests when I feel up to it but will close it again once that number is reached.

That being said: My inbox is always open for conversation! 

On the occasion I open my inbox for requests, please abide by these general rules!

                                Ｐａｉｒｉｎｇｓ

Fics:

Tim Drake x Reader

Damian Wayne x Reader

Damian Wayne x Reader x Jon Kent

Headcanons:

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Tim Drake

Damian Wayne

(on occasion, non-x-reader Bruce Wayne or Alfred Pennyworth)

                Ｗｈａｔ　Ｉ　ｗｉｌｌ　ｗｒｉｔｅ

Fics

Headcanons

Drabbles

Smut [NSFW]

Fluff

Angst (only with a happy ending)

Hurt/comfort

Whump

Bdsm content (at my own discretion of course)

        Ｗｈａｔ　Ｉ　ｗｉｌｌ　ｎｏｔ　ｗｒｉｔｅ

Rape

Pregnancy/Labor

Yandere

Angst without a happy ending (with a few exceptions)

Heavy intoxication (unless it's for a fluffy reason)

While I do love whump and enjoy writing it, I will caution through it solely because I like to look at whump through a recovery standpoint. Trigger subjects will be written through this standpoint and I will not write the physical action being taken (suicide, self-harm, etc)

If you don't know if I'm comfortable writing your request: send it in! I'll be more than happy to either say no and write something else for you or write it if it seems motivating for me.