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My favorite flavor of bruce wayne fics

PTA Rivals | Bruce Wayne/Batman x Reader!Magician ft the Sandman

Synopsis: It's not only as Batman and the Phoenix that Bruce and Vivian face an adversary. Who knew PTA can be just as cut-throat, especially when you want to make your kids proud. This is a really, really long fluff.

Being called to attend the PTA was the last thing Vivian ever expected. Actually, she wasn't the one invited to the said meeting since she wasn't Dick's legal guardian. It was Bruce. The man did try to get Alfred to attend instead of him but Alfred made a good point about how inappropriate it is for him to ask the butler to attend his ward's Parent Teacher Association meeting. It was one thing to fetch the boy to and from school, it was another to be there in those meetings. What would the people and the school say? Bruce Wayne just took in the orphan for show? He needs to set an example.

Now, Bruce has attended many ones before and found them a waste of his time and often had to leave before these things ended. He would have gotten away with it if it weren't for that one nosy parent who “mentioned” to Alfred if Bruce was going to attend at all. Her words were, “He can't just throw money into this and expect everything to be okay!”

It was the first time in a while that Bruce got a long lecture from his surrogate father, hence his current situation of leaving the meeting early in Wayne Enterprise to attend Dick's PTA. But he wasn't going alone. As a request by Alfred, the man asked Vivian if she could accompany Bruce in the meeting to make sure he stays. His words were: “I am embarrassed to ask you this, Professor Pryor, but considering your declaration with Master Bruce about his role as a father to Master Dick, he needs a little guidance on how these things go. And from the both of us, I believe he'll find you more of a role model in these things.”

Vivian, who was having tea with Alfred in the kitchen that time, as Bruce and Dick were running around as Robin, said, “Role model. Can't say that's the right word for me. But I get you… no son wants their parents to meddle with how they're raising their kids. Sure, haven't really attended PTAs here, the ones I usually go to are from when my brother and sister were still at school and it's usually just, here's what they did now fuck off.”

Alfred laughed and offered her a sandwich, “I'd rather have that than the ones I've encountered when Master Bruce was still in school. Mothers here, specifically at Gotham Academy, are vicious and political. They'll do anything just to secure their children's spot in the best.”

“Huh, should have known corruption starts in schools too,” Vivian ate her sandwich.

“You have no idea, Professor.”

They both drank their scotch and Alfred poured them another. “Can I count on you to guide Master Bruce throughout the ordeal?”

“I'll handle it, Alfred, don't worry. What can possibly go wrong?”

“So many things.”

The PTA meeting was around five, just after classes and where the parents are out of office. Though Alfred have already asked Vivian to accompany Bruce to the meeting, she didn't mention it until Bruce invited her himself, not wanting to overstep her boundaries on raising Dick. She wanted him to keep his confidence about taking in the boy, and one of those is letting him reach out to her for help. She didn't want to be a hovering parent.

Holy shit, was she raising Bruce to be a parent too?

When Bruce arrived at Gotham University, she was already waiting by the entrance. It was raining then and she made a run to the car before he could come out with an umbrella.

“You got wet,” he told her.

“Nothing I can't fix,” Vivian said as she settled in with her seatbelt. “So, shall we?”

“Thanks for coming with me tonight,” Bruce drove out of Gotham University and merged in the traffic. “I hope it didn't clash with anything on your plate.”

“It didn't, don't worry about it.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Why would I be? Despite my demon-hunting and occult phase, I practically helped my dad raise my brother and sister. I attended these things too.”

He chuckled. “I can imagine you attending a parent-teacher meeting while carrying a cross and a pentagram for some reason.”

“Oh, I did one time. Just finished a job for Ric the Vic. Just used a coat to cover my clothes and attended the meeting while still holding a cross. I told everyone that it was for a play at school. We were doing Jesus Superstar, and I was Mary Magdalene.”

Bruce laughed. “I can imagine the look on their faces.”

Arriving at Gotham Academy, the couple parked near the gates. This time, Vivian waited for Bruce with his umbrella and the two of them ran to the building where the other parents sought refuge.

“Whoah, you actually came!” Dick ran up to them.

“Sorry if we made you late, kiddo,” Vivian greeted him.

“You're not late, you're right on time. Thanks for coming with him, Viv.”

“Anything for you. Can we use the bathroom first? I need to freshen up before we head inside.”

“You look okay,” Bruce noted.

“Friendly reminder, my love, I'm just the girlfriend! Gotta look my best!” Vivian called out as she and Dick went to the ladies’ washroom and he waited outside for her.

“Is there anything I should know about before we go in?” Bruce asked Dick.

“Nothing.”

“Dick.”

“I swear! I didn't do anything that would incriminate you! Besides, when Alfred said that Viv will be in this meeting, I promised him that I'll be a good boy!”

“So, you'll only behave when it's Vivian, huh?” Bruce messed with his hair.

Vivian stepped out with fresh makeup, hair fixed, and her clothes dry. No trace of rain or a long day at work could be seen on her.

“This is PTA, Viv,” Bruce told her.

“I know,” Vivian replied.

“You're all dressed up.”

“Come on, Bruce. I gotta dress up at least. Don't wanna make a bad impression, right? It'll reflect on Dick.”

He never thought of that.

“The incident when I brought a cross to my siblings’ PTA was a one-time thing. I promised them it would never happen again. That's why I always bring extra clothes when picking them up. One that doesn't have fuck the system written on my shirt.”

“You're a badass, Viv,” Dick laughed and walked with them to the room.

The multimedia hall where the meeting will be was already lined with chairs with parents waiting for everyone to come in. Teachers were at the side interacting with the others there, and those members of the PTA board — Vivian thinks they're the board — were already seated at their table before everyone else. Hence, she thinks they were the PTA board. Unless they were the panel and all of them were going to do something to get on their good side.

“Mr. Wayne, you're here!” One of the teachers greeted him. Her smile reaching her ears and Vivian was sure there was a look of starstruck on her face. She didn't hold anything against her on that, Bruce was a Gotham celebrity, and very good looking. It wouldn't be surprised if every teacher and parent here had the hots for him. A single-dad. Well, single on paper since they're still just girlfriend and boyfriend. “I'm glad that you decided to attend today's meeting.”

“Wouldn't miss it. I hope it's alright but I invited Vivian to attend as well.”

The teacher's smile felt for a moment as she turned to Vivian, finally noticing her presence. “I wasn't expecting.”

“I know, I should have informed you about this.”

“It's not that, it's just odd to have a…”

“Girlfriend?” Vivian supplied with a smile, she still held Dick under her arms, hugging him from behind. “Dick mentioned that there's this big that's going to happen in school and he just kept asking if I could help out in it. I can't say no to this guy.”

“It's just uncommon…”

“Vivian has been a part of Dick's upbringing. They're close, and according to Dick, she's a far better study partner than me.”

“And she makes a really good presentation board too,” Dick added. “Come on, Mrs. Hallaway, Viv's great and she's practically a teacher and teaches class in a fun way. Maybe she's got some ideas that we could use for the school event. I mean, it is for Gotham Founder's Week, right?”

Mrs. Hallaway was unsure but how can she say no to Gotham's powerful celebrity? “

“Why not? But you'll need to register here — well, everyone registers, just for attendance.”

“Not a problem,” Vivian released Dick and took out her own pen and signed in. Bruce followed just below her name. “Well, we'll be heading in, kiddo. What about you?”

“I'll just hangout out here. I'll meet you guys once it's done,” said Dick.

“You sure you don't want Alfred to pick you up?” Bruce asked.

“I'm good. I'll see you guys later. Thanks for coming, Viv.”

Vivian smiled and messed with his hair, “I'll always be there for you, kiddo.”

“I know,” Dick grinned and left.

Taking their seats, Vivian got out her journal and pen, ready to listen. Bruce looked at her for a moment and Vivian caught his questioning look and said, “Come on. Didn't you bring one?”

“Not really.”

“Well, not everyone has a good memory like you. Don't judge.”

“I'm not,” Bruce had an arm over her back to keep her close to him. “I'm just… Dick's lucky to have someone who is willing to go all out, attending PTAs with a notebook. I've been going to these things and, personally, I don't know what the hell I'm going to do here.”

“It's your first time, Bruce. You're bound to make mistakes. Do you know how many times my Mom and Adam messed up for my school events? The old man brought ale for the drinks because he thought when he was assigned drinks for a school football event it was for the parents.”

“I haven't really done anything like that. But good for Adam to think about the parents. Did they drink?” Bruce asked.

“They had to make it look like they dispose of it but they hid it in paper bags.”

“And no one got hurt?”

“Not everyone is a lightweight, Bruce,” Vivian teased him.

“Funny.”

“Bruce, what a surprise!” A woman in a business suit appeared. “And you got the best seats.”

“Sharon Lawford,” Bruce greeted her with his face. He got up to greet her, with Vivian following his lead. “I hope it's alright if we beat you to these seats.”

“Well, it's not like we have a name written here, right?” Sharon laughed. “Oh, you brought a guest!” Her smile was also fake. “Professor Peters, right?”

“Pryor, but you can call me Vivian,” Vivian had a hand on Bruce's back and she pinched him. He discreetly took her hand and held it. Giving her a squeeze.

“What brings you here? Do you have a kid here too?”

Is she serious?

“Yeah, Dick asked me to come today. He's been telling me all about Founders’ Day here in Gotham and the things you do and asked if I could help out.”

Sharon hummed. “I'm not sure if that counts. You're not a parent here, really.”

“Trust me, Vivian deserves to be here more than me,” Bruce said with the mask that he wore for everyone that wasn't his family. “The meeting's about to start. Why don't we sit down and get this started? I don't know about you but all had a long day and we want to get more things done.”

“You're right,” Sharon said. “But, no pressure, Vivian with the plans. This may be a little overwhelming for new comers.”

“I'm sure I can keep up. I mean, this isn't rocket science, right? And I've helped out in numerous Founders’ Week events in Gotham University,” Vivian chuckled.

“Well, this isn't Gotham University. These are children.”

“I got this, Sharon. Don't worry. Now, I think there are still seats back there,” Vivian pointed to the very back.

Sharon hummed and left with her acolytes. Some moms and dads who too wore those fancy business suits and had a smug look on their faces.

“So, she's the one that Alfred mentioned,” Vivian whispered to Bruce.

“So, Alfred gave you the pep talk, huh?” Bruce had them both sit down.

“Oh, yeah.”

The meeting began with a report on the last bake sale that was held to raise funds for the campus renovations, which was a success thanks to Bruce who bought everything and gave away the cupcakes for everyone to enjoy. While it was a nice thought that the kids would get free cupcakes, it totally beats the purpose of it. Donations to school are expected but Bruce should refrain from doing so often else people would think badly of him and of Dick.

“You don't seem to approve,” Bruce whispered to him.

“We'll talk about it later. Is that why there were a shit ton of cupcakes in the fridge that month?” Vivian whispered back.

He only hummed.

“Who was it that made those cute Batman cupcakes, they were really good.”

“That was Alfred.”

Vivian turned to him in disbelief. “Seriously?”

“What?”

Following the report on the bake sale was the ranking of Gotham Academy amongst the schools in New Jersey. They weren't exactly number one but they weren't exactly low ranking either. This then led to the educational part which involved which book they should allow in the library in the very beginning. One of the parents mentioned stopping the addition of fiction books and comic books in the shelves so students could have more learning material.

“Excuse me,” Vivian raised her hand, she stood up with her notebook. “Hi!”

“Hello, who are you?” One of the PTA board members asked.

“I'm Vivian. And before you ask — I'm here with Bruce Wayne, so basically my kid is Dick Grayson. I know that legal-wise he isn't my ward but he is the one that I’m representing here. About barring fiction books and comic books in the shelves. It's just that, if you're goal is to get the kids to read more, don't you think you should let them read something they're interested in?”

“Your point, Vivian?” Sharon asked.

Bruce glared at Sharon but Vivian continued, “You can't force kids to develop the habit of reading. It needs to come from them, and at this age, this is them exploring what they want. Also, yes, I'll admit, non-fiction is important. These are studies, facts. I've read many non-fiction books and published some too, but it's different with fiction. With fiction, people develop critical thinking and empathy. At this stage, it’s important that these kids develop those things to help them become decent and functional human beings.

“Textbooks can only take you so far with facts and high GPA scores, but fiction helps build character. So, I don't think you should stop kids from borrowing those books because it develops their character.”

“But fiction can't get Gotham Academy at the top one spot as best school in New Jersey, Vivian,” Sharon said, still with her patronizing smile.

“Then how come Homer's works are still being taught in secondary education? In fact, why is Homer even still in the reading list when there are studies that show that the Iliad and the Odyssey are a collected narrative from orally told stories or that it could have been written by multiple authors passed on for generations.

“Or Dante whose work is actually a well written self-insert historical fiction of him being part of the crusade and then going through hell, purgatory, and heaven for Beatrice and his redemption.

“Homer and Dante are classics.”

“The Iliad and the Odyssey are historical fictions. And Dante is a self-insert historical fanfiction. And I have the right to say that because I studied Dante. If you’re going to take out fiction, don't be biased with the contemporary ones from the classics. Also, fiction can help kids be inspired on finding what they want to be in the future. I actually was inspired by a fictional character to pursue my career. And I think I'm doing well.”

“So, you want the kids to be demon hunters and witches and knights?”

“I have full faith that every kid has common sense, Sharon,” Vivian shrugged. “That's all that I got to say on the matter.”

“Thank you, Professor Pryor,” said one of the PTA boards. “We'll take into account your opinion on the matter with the books, and while you did make a good point, we won't be barring fiction in our library.”

Vivian sighed. To her shock, Bruce snuck a kiss on her temple which made Vivian slap his shoulder playfully. “We're in school, Bruce.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love watching you work?” He whispered.

“That wasn't work.”

His other hand went to her knee that was propped on her leg. “Still liked watching you and listening to you put down Lawford.”

Chuckling, Vivian leaned back and rest her head on Bruce's shoulder. She was a little tired from a long day with classes and meetings, and wanted to get some rest. She was actually a little hungry now.

“How much longer?” Vivian whispered to Bruce.

“We haven't even tackled the Founders’ Week event,” Bruce replied as he rest his head on hers. “Are you hungry? I can head out and get you something from the vending machine.”

“I'm good. I wanna eat a real dinner after this… I'm craving for a cheeseburger.”

“Dick will like that.”

“Mr. Wayne, Professor Pryor, if you please,” the PTA board called for their attention. “We're still in the meeting.”

Vivian and Bruce sat up and apologized for getting too cozy, but Bruce kept his arm around Vivian and leaned closer so she could rest against him.

When the part on Founder's Day came, Vivian took note on every detail they were planning. She wasn't surprised that Gotham Academy was going full out on Founders’ Week, even GU has been hosting big events for one week — shops, plays, parties, fundraisers. All hosted by students and their organizations. But here, while the older students get to have their booths, those younger batches have their parents to do that for them.

Sharon had the idea of another bake sale to raise funds for the school multimedia rooms.

Then there was the option of having a raffle. Then there was a marathon or obstacle course option. Or a dance. Not bad options but all would require the parents to do the heavy lifting.

Vivian raised her hand.

“Yes, Professor Pryor?”

Vivian got up again. “What about letting the kids set up their booths?”

“We're already doing that with the higher levels,” said Sharon.

“Don't get me wrong, those raffles and bake sales are a sure way to get donations but that’s mostly the parents doing the work. Why not get the kids involved.”

“They're too young to concern themselves with those things!”

“They don't need to worry about the money part, that's what we're here for, it’s just — shouldn't they be involved too? This is their Founders’ Week too, and I think they will be encouraged to attend and participate for that week if they see that they're part of building something.”

“And what do you suggest we do, let them run the show? It would be a disaster!”

“The PTA still runs the show, but give them a chance to think and create something that could raise money too. Let's say, a class has their own gig or a whole year level of them has a talent show, they can sell tickets. We buy a prize and whatever's left will be for the school. Or — I saw the art studio here and a lot of works there are really good. Or an essay writing content on ‘what is Gotham for you?’ and whoever writes the best gets featured on the newsletter. It would be nice if the kids there see that their art is being bought. It would boost their confidence.

“It helps them grow and teaches them how to create things and lead. That's what Founders’ Week is about, right? The five founding families of Gotham building and leading its people to create this city. It aligns to the whole message of the event.” Vivian covered her mouth as a yawn escaped her lips. “I am so sorry. It's been a long day, and I haven't had a snack or coffee since lunch.”

“Not to worry, Professor,” said the PTA board. “We'll take all of this to consideration. And maybe we can start with something different for this year's Founder's Week by letting the kids lead too. And much like yourself, I'm sure everyone is hungry and tired. We'll call this meeting to an end and send out the newsletter on what to expect for Founders’ Week.”

The meeting ended and Vivian got up, stretching. “I want a burger. Double patty and double cheese, and fries. I don't care if Alfred kills me for eating something like that.”

Bruce grabbed her coat and bag from her seat and said, “We'll make sure to go to that place you and Dick liked so much.”

Vivian was about to get her things from him when Bruce got it out of her reach so he could sneak a kiss on her lips.

“Bruce!” She hissed.

“To build and to lead. That's a nice message for the kids to learn from experience,” said Bruce.

“Come on, admit it. You don't want another bake sale.”

“I do not.”

Just as the two were to leave the room, they were blocked by Sharon and her acolytes. Vivian had to fight the urge to roll her eyes, and to do that she held Bruces hand.

“Hello, Sharon,” Vivian greeted with a yawn.

“Vivian,” the woman said with a smile. “You had a lot of idea earlier, right?”

“Well, when Dick said he wanted me to give my input, I gotta at least give it, right? I hope I didn't overstep. I just get passionate when it comes to kids and their education. “

“You don't say… so, what is Gotham to you?”

“Yeah, that's just a suggestion. You can change that if you want.”

“No, that's an actual question. What is Gotham City to you, Vivian?”

Confused, Vivian turned to Bruce who shrugged. “Gotham City is my home. It's where my family is. And you don't give up on family.”

��Well, Gotham City to me is the children. Rather, their future.”

“Right… where exactly is this going?”

“You're not exactly a parent, Vivian, so you wouldn't understand how much pressure you'll be giving these kids to make them lead in this Founders’ Week.”

“Sharon,” Bruce warned her.

“Okay,” Vivian started pulling him out of the room and away from the group of parents. “Not in a mood for this. But don't worry, I doubt any of the things I said would even be considered for this Founders’ Week. So, don't get your panties in a twist, okay?”

“Excuse me?!”

“Bye, Sharon!” Vivian waved at her and walked away with Bruce. “Dick, get down from the catwalk or we're leaving you!”

To the surprise of the parents, Dick Grayson jumped down from the catwalk in the multimedia room with his backpack. He waved at them hello and then ran after Vivian and Bruce where he happily held the former's hand as he gushed over the plans she suggested.

“I hope they let us do a circus gig!” Dick said to Vivian.

“Don't get your hopes up, there are some people who likes to stick to tradition.”

“But if we do, promise you’ll come watch!”

“I will, kiddo.”

~*~

Vivian was at campus when she got a school newsletter and it wasn't from Gotham University. It was from Gotham Academy.

Shit.

They were pushing with her ideas for Gotham's Founders’ Week, and they want her to be part of the committee.

Shit. Shit.

Her phone rang, Vivian quickly answered it with, “I saw the newsletter.”

“I did too,” Bruce said. “Congratulations.”

“No, not congratulations. I have to do the work now. I got my hands full in GU's Founder's Week, I can't be a committee for Gotham Academy too! There's gotta be a way out of this, Bruce.”

A laugh.

“It's not funny.”

“It'll be fine, Viv. I'll be there to help you. See it as a way to boss me around. You'll be fine, Vivian. Dick's looking forward to it. If it helps I'll let him out on the night-shift for the next couple of days.”

“Aw, he'll do that for him? How sweet of the big guy,” Vivian teased.

“You'll be okay, Vivian. I promise, I'll help you out if you need anything. But I think you got it covered too. You spoke more than I do for the past PTAs I've attended.”

“You don't say. Fine, I'll help out, but it's gotta be after my classes and meetings. I'm saving up my Annual Leaves for that trip you mentioned.”

“Sure, but I'll be in and out then.”

Vivian snorted. “Yeah, I expect you to be.”

Bruce hummed at the innuendo she spotted in what he said, “I'll pick you up from GU later so you can attend the meeting tonight.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Bruce.”

“Thank you, Vivian.”

~*~

Bruce has seen Vivian in a dress, skirt, her favorite combination of earth toned tweed trousers and a shite shirt paired with her blazers, and even in lingerie or nude. He couldn't figure out why seeing her in those white sneakers, blue jeans, and a vintage rock-band shirt was so attractive. It was the most casual thing she's ever worn, that was probably the clothes she wore whenever they had a lazy day in the manor (well, she wears shorts at home than jeans). He's been watching her for a while now and would try to glance at her from time to time which would often get him in trouble with Dick. But, man, he wanted to come over there and kiss her nape.

“Ow!” Bruce winced, he glared at Dick who accidentally hit him at the head with a plywood.

“Whoops. How about helping us with these plywoods than giving yourself wood right there. I don't think it would be a good image right here in school.”

Bruce hummed in annoyance and took the plywood from Dick. It was day three in working with the PTA to help the kids in setting up their booths and the events that they had planned for Founders’ Week. To ease the load on the students, each class was given a chance to vote if they want to do a whole-grade event or do it by class.

Let's just say, competition runs through the children's veins in Gotham as they opted for class booths rather than having to collaborate with everyone else.

When the results came, Vivian joked at the PTA, “Look at that, even here they're divided into gangs and would prefer to set up their own organized crime than team up.”

No one laughed.

Well, Clinton laughed and said, “crime gangs, I get it. Good one… because Gotham has so much organized crime syndicates…” but then he was reprimanded by his wife. Clinton happens to be a GCPD Officer, so he gets it.

Dick's class opted to do a circus show, so they signed up to borrow one of the multimedia halls in a slot to make their show. Dick was ecstatic to perform again. He is a Flying Grayson, afterall. And he's pointed that out numerous times when Bruce found him danging from the chandelier.

“I'm a Flying Grayson, I need to fly,” Dick told them when they found him up there.

Since then, Bruce built him a gym that would let Dick do acrobats. He never used the chandelier again. Thank god, Alfred almost had a heart attack when he saw the boy that day.

From the planning to the execution, Vivian was all hands on deck. She worked with the PTA board with planning the events, the schedules, and the criteria for winning these gigs. It took a lot of convincing but she did get the PTA to agree that the prize is a day off from school for those who won first place, a half-day off from school for the second-place, and a free period for the third placer.

“Kids would prefer to spend the day out of school than get food. Trust me, even college kids like that. They're brutal in those sports day events,” Vivian told them.

And just as she said, those kids roared in excitement to hear a day-off from school and were doing everything to win number one.

After a long day, Bruce approaching Vivian and took her bag from the bleacher and handed her a vending machine snack. Vivian sighed and happily accepted the snack.

“Where's Dick?” Vivian asked.

“He's still helping his classmates in practicing for their gig,” Bruce said as he sat next to her and pulled down her hair from its bun so he could massage her scalp. Vivian hummed in pleasure with the massage she was getting. “You did good today. You worked harder than any of the members of the PTA in this event.”

“No I didn't.”

“Yes, you did. Even at home you're going through your plans.”

“Everyone has their thing, Bruce.”

“Dick's lucky to have you… I know it's sudden, considering he's only been in your life for two years but how do you think of having a ward?”

Vivian turned to Bruce with wide eyes. “That's a huge step, Bruce.”

Bruce shrugged. “If anything happens to me, I don't want Dick to be placed in the system. He loves you, Vivian.”

“But what does he say about that?”

“Viv, you told me that Dick said that if I don't marry you, he'll propose so in the event of us breaking up, he's leaving with you. Along with the tights.”

Laughing, Vivian leaned in and kissed him softly. “Nothing is going to happen to you, okay? But yes. I love, Dick, and I'd want to have him with me on paper too since I'll be doing this a lot now. Less questions on who my kid is attending here.”

“You're not spooked by it?”

“No. But you're not breaking up with me, right?”

Bruce kissed her again and said, “Never.” He held her hand and held it tight.

“Bruce, Vivian,” Sharon approached them, making the two groan and then put up their fake smiles. “While we love to see… parents? I'm not sure what to call you both since you're not really married.”

“Your point?”

“While it's nice to see two co-parenting unmarried-couples setting an example on how a marriage is, we're still at school.”

“Right, sorry about that. It's been a long day,” Vivian sat up. “Anything else?”

“The other parents are heading out for dinner, and we'd like to invite you both to celebrate since we're all done with the preparations and all that's left are the kids who will be practicing for the next days until Founders’ Week,” Her tone and smile was enough to say she really didn't want them, rather, Vivian in that dinner. For the past few days, Vivian has been the talk amongst parents as the one to bring fresh ideas and the person they go to for questions. It was Vivian this, Vivian that. It was getting on Sharon's nerves.

“No thanks,” Vivian and Bruce said.

“We kind of promised Dick that we'll be celebrating something when we get home. Alfred even prepared for it,” said Bruce.

“He did?” Vivian turned to him.

“Yes.”

“Did you know that I was going to agree to it?” She grinned.

“Yes or no, you deserve that celebration dinner for doing all this. Alfred's the one who insisted we have it. But with the news we'll be telling Dick, that dinner will be for him too. Hey, chum! Let's go!”

Dick waved goodbye to his classmates and ran up to Bruce and Vivian. “Got in trouble for PDA, again?”

“You can say that,” Vivian got up with her things.

“Sorry about them. I try to remind them that they'll be at school. I even made sure Bruce was at leas five feet away from Viv,” Dick told Sharon.

The woman only smiled.

“Let's go, I'm starving!” Dick pulled Vivian away.

“Okay, okay, kiddo,” Vivian laughed and left with her boys.

~*~

With her first PTA event being a success, and Dick's class winning that top one spot, giving them a day off from school. Vivian became active in those meetings as much as she could. But there were times when she had to tap out since she had a lot on her plate, or Bruce and Dick had a lot on their plate.

When Dick was in high school, her involvement in the PTA lessened with her kid now running the show with his older classmates. And when he graduated, Vivian thought that was it. Her mom-PTA phase was done, until Jason came along.

~*~

As much as Vivian wanted to be part of the planning for Gotham Academy's Founders’ Week for Jason, she had her hands full. So, she promised him to be there in the event by attending his class’ performance and joining some games with him. It was easier now with Jason because parents didn't question her presence at school at all with her now being married to Bruce and carrying the Wayne name at the end of her name, and the fact that Jason is their adopted son.

On Founders’ Week, Vivian and Bruce would leave work earlier to be with Jason and see all the things they did. That year, the school had a carnival themed event with students opening fair booths and feed talent shows for students and parents.

“Hey, Viv, let's try this out!” Jason dragged her to the shooting range booth.

Vivian gave Bruce look asking if he was alrigh with it.

Bruce leaned down and said, “It's a toy.”

“Principles.”

“I'll turn a blind eye today. For Jason. Besides, I’d play these games for you at fairs too, you know.”

“And win me a special prize,” Vivian grinned and paid the attendant with their bought ticket and picked up the toy riffle. Jason toon picked one up but needed a step to be the same height as her.

“Knock them all down before the timer runs out and you get the grand prize! Warning though, it gets faster,” the student told them. “Ready? Go!”

Vivian and Jason started shooting the targets, all of which are figures of Batman's rogues’ gallery. It was a little out of hand but they're kids. What was Bruce going to do? Vivian was fast with shooting down her targets with those BBs, and when it got faster, she picked up the pace and shot each one until the big surprise appeared. Joker.

She was startled by the sight of Joker's face that she completely froze. It was just a couple of days ago when she found herself getting caught in Joker's antics and if it weren't for Batman and Robin, she would have been jokerized or dead.

But Jason took out the Joker by firing at it over and over until the Joker's face fell.

“Congratulations! You won a Batman plush!” The student handed Jason the huge plush. He huffed and said, “How come there's no Robin plushie?”

“You okay?” Bruce asked her.

Vivian handed the rifle back to the kid and said, “Yeah. Just – they did a good work with the final boss. That's all.”

“Let's go play another game. One that's not inspired by Gotham's criminals,” Bruce suggested and took her and Jason to another booth that was far from the others as it involved a batting ring.

This time, it was Bruce playing with Jason. The two entered the cage and were given bats. Standing in separate cages, the two glanced at each other with that competitive look in their eyes, and started hitting every ball that came hurling at them. Maybe it was the chance to win that special prize that got them so competitive or the chance for Jason to prove he was better than Bruce, which means he was better than Dick. Or maybe it was the sight of the Superman caricature plastered on the automated pitching machine that got both of them so damn competitive.

“Wow, that's all of the balls,” said the student. “No one's ever done that even in hard mode. You win this, I guess.” He handed Bruce and Jason the big prize: A Superman plush. The two of them said, “give it to the next one who wins.” And left the cage.

“Seriously? And I thought I was going to get the whole JLA set,” Vivian teased them.

Jason shrugged and then pointed to their next destination, “They got darts there. Wanna try that out?”

“Are you purposely outing me with my history, Jason?” Vivian teased him.

“Come on, Viv. Out of everyone here, you’re the coolest parent there is!” Jason laughed.

Laughing, Vivian followed Jason and went to the darts where it was mostly dominated by parents, well, husbands. Jason quickly handed three tickets to the student manning the booth and then gave the darts to Bruce and Vivian and himself.

“You play, Viv?” One of the husbands asked.

“I played when I was a teenager,” Vivian admitted. “Gotten a little rusty.”

“Well, we won't hold it against you if you miss the mark.”

“301, right?”

“Yes.”

Vivian smiled then asked the student: “What's the highest score so far?”

“Seventy-five. It was Mr. and Mrs. Lawford who scored it.”

Sharon and her husband smiled at them. “My husband used to be part of the professional team then.”

“Okay. Seventy-five,” Vivian turned to Bruce. “We go zero.”

Bruce smirked. “Zero it is.”

Jason grinned and willingly held the darts for them.

Bruce was the first to throw, his darts hitting three treble 20s. When the husbands were left agape, Bruce said, “I think I still got it from my party days,” he shrugged. “Your turn, Viv.”

“121 left, huh… so I'll need a treble 20, a treble 11, and double 14 to win.”

“Yeah,” said the student.

“This is just a game, Viv. Don't beat yourself too much,” said Sharon.

Vivian smiled and took aim. “You know, not everyone knows this but I was also a party animal when I was a teenager. Back in Liverpool, I'd go to pubs with my friends and we play darts while drunk. We'd mess up big time. Nicked the bartender's ear too.”

Many winced at the image, and Officer Clinton covered his ears.

“But we got better. And the manager was a sport and so was the bartender,” Vivian smirked and threw her darts. First hitting the treble 11, then the double 14, and then the treble 20, just close to Bruce’s marks. “And a zero. Still got it. I guess all those times playing in those pubs while drunk did get me somewhere,” Vivian said as she accepted the prize, which was a pizza place gift card. “I guess we're having pizza later.”

Jason cheered and took the gift card. “You're amazing, Ma!”

Stunned, Vivian and Bruce turned to Jason who was too busy trying to look for the next thing he wanted to do. Overwhelmed with joy, Vivian dropped all of her things and knelt to the ground, not caring if it ruined her pants, and brought him to an embrace.

“Viv, what the hell?” Jason blushed him embarrassment.

“You called me, Ma,” Vivian teased him.

Realizing what he did, Jason pouted. “Right. Sorry, it slipped.”

“Don't be,” Vivian kissed his cheek. “I love you, my sweet boy.”

Jason smiled and hugged her back. “You've always been my Ma, Viv.”

~*~

It was actually a science fair that year, and Vivian got to plan and attend for Tim for the PTA event in Gotham Academy. For the past few days, she's been hearing tinkering in Tim's room on a secret project that he refuses to let her or Bruce or Alfred see. He even put up a curtain at the corner of his room to hide it from them.

On the day of his presentation, it was odd to find him only bringing his bag and laptop to school.

“Where's your science fair project?” Vivian asked him.

“It's here,” Tim said, motioning to his bag and laptop.

“Hold on. All this time, it's in there and you went through the dramatics of setting up that curtain to hide it from us when you could have just,” she made a motion of closing her palms referring to his laptop.

“Trust me, Viv. It's way long bigger than you think.”

Vivian snorted and whispered, “That's what he said.”

Bruce turned to her with a narrowed gaze. “Really?”

“Not you,” Vivian reassured him. “It's something I remember an ex said. You, Wayne, live up to your promises.”

Bruce smirked and kissed her, “Maybe when we get home I could remind you of it.”

“Not saying no to that… Good timing too, now is my best time to get pregnant.” They have been trying for a baby for a while now, and after consulting a doctor about trying to conceive, the couple have been putting it on a calendar on when their best chances on getting pregnant were. Vivian has done everything to make it work — healthy diet and lifestyle, she cut out ale and coffee. Bruce too did his best, even if it meant getting longer hours of sleep and a healthier lifestyle than his usual. Nightwing was there to help him out with the patrols now, and Batwoman, and they were willing to take the nights he couldn't go out because he was busy…

As Kate put it, “busy railing his wife.”

It made Nightwing and Robin shudder and told Batwoman to never say that again. Ever. They don't want to ever think or imagine Bruce and Vivian going at it. Dick was unfortunate to walk in on them one time and he ran out immediately.

“You both are disgusting,” Tim told them. “Let's go before I vomit all over your… well all of this.”

“Right, let's go!”

Arriving in Gotham Academy, the group of four, Alfred came along, were met by Dick who wanted to see Tim's project as well. He was also intrigued to know what the kid had hiding in the corner of the room all this time.

“I'll go set up, you guys don't go to where I am, okay?” Tim said and left with Bernard.

“Now I really wanna know what he has for his project, and it better be something good,” Dick said.

“I'm sure it is,” Vivian laughed. She hooked her arm around her eldest and they both walked around the venue. Bruce and Alfred were busy talking to the school director, leaving them to do what they pleased. “Say, Dick.

“Yeah?”

“Tonight, I was wondering if you and the others could babysit Tim?”

“Oh, it's that time, huh?”

“Yup.”

“Fine. We'll keep him company tonight. Just try to keep it down when we get back and not in the basement.”

“You got it.”

“Holy shit, Sharon Lawford is still here? How many kids does she even have?” Dick said as they spotted the woman with a kid that looked a lot like her.

“I was also surprised,” Vivian muttered. “I mean, she's gotta be middle aged and yet she's still pushing out babies like it's nothing.”

Dick sighed and wrapped an arm around Vivian. She and Bruce have been trying for so long, actually they have been trying ever since they got married and still nothing. “Who knows, stick with your schedules and you'll find yourself with a little bean in no time.”

“Vivian, I see you're here and with Dick! Wow, you have grown since I last saw you,” Sharon Lawford said as she approached them.

“Yeah, not so little any more,” Dick said. “It's been a while Mrs. Lawford.”

“You moved to Bludhaven, right?”

“I did.”

“Are things okay with you all?”

Vivian took a breath and but in, “Okay. I see where this is going. Yes, everything is okay with all of us. It's just Dick starting on his own, and I think Bludhave is a good place to start.”

“With criminals walking around?” Sharon raised a brow.

“With it being close to us while still having the chance to live on his own. Besides, he survived Gotham he can survive Bludhaven.”

Dick snickered. “Right.”

“And, like I said, he's still close. The kid's got separation anxiety.”

“Speak for yourself, Viv! I do not have separation anxiety,” Dick laughed.

“So, what's Reggie got for his project?’ Vivian looked over Sharon's shoulder to get a glimpse. With the theme of the science fair being “Gotham Tomorrow!” the kids were tasked to research and build something that could help Gotham in the next decade or so or build something that Gotham could be. It was her idea to let the kids build something that could change the future instead of seeing volcano replicas and the solar system again — but to be honest, it was just an idea that she got at the top of her mind in the rush to get home because she was in her window and wanted to stick to the schedule with Bruce with their baby-project.

“Oh, Reg worked so hard for this. He got the inspiration from his father's work. As you know, Lawford Utilities has been aggressive in helping the water supply in Gotham,” said Sharon.

Dick and Vivian glanced at each other, knowing fully that wasn't the case. Batman and Robin were currently working on a case that involved some schemes with Mr. Freeze and Lawford Utilities.

“What's it about?” Dick asked.

“Well, we wouldn't want to ruin the surprise now, would we?” Sharon did that annoying laugh of hers. “And what about Tim, what did he do?”

Vivian and Dick shrugged. “Who knows.”

“You don't know your kid's project?”

“He’s been secretive about it. I tried asking but Tim just kicks me out of his room and said that I'll find out on the day of the fair.”

“But how are you sure it's good?”

“It's Tim. The kid can do calculus problems for breakfast. He's got this,” Vivian shrugged.

“You have a lot of faith on Tim.”

“I have a lot of faith on all my sons. Especially, Tim.”

“Gee, thanks,” said Dick. “Looks like Bruce is giving you the signal. Better save him.”

“Right, see you, Sharon,” Vivian left with Dick and approached Bruce. “Thanks for ending that conversation.”

“No problem.”

“My love, is everything alright?” Vivian asked Bruce.

“Yes, but I did see you talking to Sharon, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything's fine. When is this going to start? I'm dying to see Tim's project, the suspense is killing me.”

When the event started, the judges went from table to table to see the works of the students. Some created researches with graphs and charts and 3D diagrams on their laptops on how they envisioned Gotham in the future, others made studies on how to help reduce Gotham's crime rates by an AI project (“What the hell happened to a normal science fair project? You know with the potatoes and wires and lightbulbs?” Dick whispered to her and Alfred). When it was Reggie Lawford's turn, the young boy showed the diorama of Gotham's water supply and a filter being used in Lawford Utilities to filter all the water to provide clean drinking water for everyone and can be accessed from the homes and public places too.

“I wonder what Killer Croc or Grundy would think about that,” Dick whispered to Alfred as they watched Sharon butter up to the judges on how wonderful her son's project was.

“Not so well, I presume. Mr. Grundy is territorial,” said Alfred. “Ah, it's Master Timothy's turn!”

As the judges approached Tim's table, Vivian bent down and whispered to his ear, “you got this, detective.”

Tim chuckled, he turned to her and did their little handshake. “Thanks, Viv.” Facing the judges, Tim stepped up and with Bernard's and Dick's help they removed the blanket cover over his project. There was his project board, a required material for the fair, which has his study, then his laptop, and then a long black and slick mat on the table.

“Hi, Tim Drake,” he started. “And how I envision Gotham Tomorrow starts with this. Dick, can you kill the lights?”

“Uh, sure?” Dick was confused but did what he was asked.

Only when the lights were turned off did Tim pressed his laptop and the mat lit up for a moment, capturing their attention and then it slowly built the image of Gotham in thin air using a hologram. The hologram got the city down to the smallest detail on every major island, the outskirts of Gotham, and the minor islands too.

“Holy shit,” Vivian whispered as she looked at the hologram.

“Indeed,” Alfred muttered.

Tim's project was about creating better living situations for every Gothamite, and to do that he'll be using a device he created that would make power and electricity free for everyone to use. To do that he designed a device that would collect the kinetic energy from the actions of people in the streets by replacing all of the streets with what he calls “blocks” that would absorb the energy that movement makes.

But that wasn't all, he’s shown that the device can also be used for windmills. Gotham has many uninhabited minor islands where they can place those windmills and make electricity accessible to all. With the amount of emergy it could store, they could start investing on turning public transportation to electric vehicles and slowly encourage people to go electric too, which could help lessen the smog that's covered the city for decades now.

That wasn’t all. Tim also tacked and showed the prototypes he devices for a new water system filtration with new plans that avoids Croc and Grundy's lairs. Then a new subway system that was far more optimal for the city. He tackled everything, about Gotham and built a new Gotham which was slowly showing on the hologram he created which became the very vision of Bruce for the city at the end of his presentation.

The lights were back on and everyone applauded him for his work.

“And if you need proof of it working out, I got studies that covers the economy and plans on what to do first,” Tim handed the judges a binder.

“Right, thank you, Tim. We'll look into this,” said the judge and shook his hand as a congratulations before proceeding to the next. Poor Samantha Sullivan had to follow that with her agricultural project, which was actually an interesting take. But the girl was a little shy when ahe started presenting.

“That was interesting,” Vivian told Tim.

Tim grinned. “They did say the future of Gotham.”

“Now I feel bad that I just randomly suggested the topic because I wanna go home early.”

“Good job, chum,” Bruce patted Tim on the back. “Making necessities accessible to all.”

“I could have used that when I was studying,” Vivian mused. “I'm proud of you, detective,” she knelt down and kissed Tim's cheek.

“Viv!” Tim blushed in embarrassment. “I gotta go and help Bernard with his presentation.”

“Yes, go!” Vivian ushered him away. Alone with Bruce, Alfred, and Dick, she sighed and said, “He's going to dominate the world, isn't he?”

“I have no doubt about it,” Alfred said.

“Better watch him, Bruce. You'll never know what he's got up his sleeve,” Dick teased.

Bruce only hummed in amusement.

Tim won first prize with his project and Samantha Sullivan the second prize. But Tim admitted that he liked Samantha's project and gave the girl the chocolate bars he got in the basket and congratulated her.

As they were packing up, Tim helped Bernard with dismantling the diorama he made, and sa they did, Vivian and the others were happily eating the chocolate that Tim won.

“Well, congratulations on the win,” Sharon approached them.

“Sharon, it's Tim who won,” Vivian pointed out. “But, Reggie's work was nice too.”

“Yes, but I guess it does take advanced technology to wow the audience.”

Bruce frowned. “Tim's win isn't because he used a hologram pad, Sharon. It’s because of his idea. Samantha Sullivan won second prize with her project board and a pot of plants and an idea that was inspiring.”

“Right,” Sharon smiled at them but Bruce and Vivian could see steam coming out of her ears and nose. She said nothing more and walked away.

“She's got problems,” Vivian said as she accepted the chocolate that Bruce unwrapped for her.

“It's kind of sad though. I mean, it's not like you're doing anything, right?” Dick said. “Hey, I was holding onto this, but maybe Tim's idea can help lessen the electricity bill of the manor.”

“That's the point,” said Bruce.

“I know, if you add That device in your bed, you won't have to pay for electricity ever again.” He grinned mischievously at Vivian and Bruce.

Tim was confused as to why Vivian had Dick in a choke hold, and the latter was just laughing and saying, “You're only acting like this because you know it's true!”

~*~

Damian’s first PTA event was in his first year of high school. With his arrival, a lot has happened in their lives that PTA just didn’t fit her schedule to be active in. She was guilty in not being hands-on in Damian’s education, but the boy did tell her: “I know more than what America’s educational system can offer.” And he was true to his word on that.

Straight As and a chance to skip a grade. Damian was far too advanced for the educational system but Bruce and Vivian were adamant to give him a taste of normalcy, just like their other children. Damian was the only twelve-year-old in high school, and the shortest one of the boys too, but he made a huge shadow. One that intimidated and pissed off many of his classmates. And some parents.

Three sons and all excelled in everything and graduated with honors, but for Jason who never finished his formal education. And just as Sharon Lawford thought that this time, her children will take the spotlight, Damian Wayne comes along.

Yes, Sharon Lawford has another child to show off. Vivian and Bruce wondered how it was even possible, then the truth came out that the Lawford couple had a surrogate this time and wanted to have another child in hopes of saving their marriage.

“She’s fucking weird,” Jason muttered when Vivian and Bruce told everyone about it.

“I pity her for some reason,” said Tim.

“Don’t care, I’ll still take down her son in this match,” said Damian.

Despite being part of the art club, Damian also joined the football club as per recommendation by the coach. And it was that football match that Vivian helped the PTA in setting up. From finding food stalls and trucks, to the prizes, and even the uniforms, Vivian was hands on in hopes of making it up to Damian.

And to piss off Sharon Lawford and her husband, Bruce paid for unlimited ice cream for the entire day of that school game.

“You don’t have to rub salt on their wounds, Bruce,” Vivian told him after learning about the donation from one of the moms in the PTA meeting.

Bruce shrugged. “He was looking at you during the setup. And I didn’t like the way he looked.”

“So, you bought everyone ice cream?” Stephanie asked.

“He was asking Vivian if they wanted ice cream for the game, and that he could go with her to look for a caterer or a food truck.”

“Creep,” Jason said. “I know where he lives.”

“Jason, you and Roy are not going to do anything, understand?” Vivian told him.

“Ma, come on! He deserves it!”

On the day of Damian’s soccer game, Vivian and Bruce went to his school with Alfred and Dick to see the game. The others were busy with their own classes and work to be there but promised to be at the celebration. Unlike in previous events where the couple wore formal attire with their blazers and dress pants, this time it was more casual. With Bruce in his simple shirt, flannel, and trousers; and Vivian wearing her Gotham University shirt back when she was still a student, a pair of jeans, and her favorite sneakers.

“You’re both actually here,” Damian said as he saw his parents standing at the side. “All of you.”

“Wouldn’t miss this game for the world,” Dick said and Alfred agreed.

“You took time off from work?” Damian asked his father.

“Of course,” Bruce said. “You sound surprised.”

“And if there’s an emergency?”

“Duke can handle it.”

Damian smiled softly but hid it as he turned to Vivian. “Wilson Lawford is the captain of the other team. I may not be captain but I plan to humiliate him in this game to get back on his father’s disgusting attempts.”

Vivian got down and said, “The son shall not bear the iniquity of the father.”

“Quoting the bible now?” Damian smirked.

“It’s part of the job,” Vivian laughed. “And, hey, I got every right to considering my track record with the divine and damned.”

Damian hummed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“While I do appreciate the thought, just have fun. Okay?”

“I will.”

“Good, now go and destroy them.”

Damian chuckled and ran back to his team.

The game started as soon as all the players were lined up. Just as they expected, Damian was dominating the field with his tricks, and agility, though Vivian admitted that he needed to work on his teamwork, she was more pumped at the fact that Damian was playing a sport. Not the kind that has him fighting for his life but a sport that normal kids do at school and she couldn’t help but call out: “Kick their asses, Damian!”

Many turned to her in surprise, and while Alfred and Dick usually apologize for anything embarrassing or over the top she and Bruce does on campus, they didn’t care. They all cheered for Damian. Even Bruce called out: “You can do it, son! Go Damian!”

Damian made the kick but the goal keeper caught it.

Damian was not the only one stunned. His entire family was speechless.

Did Damian Wayne just lose that goal?

The goalkeeper smirked and kicked the ball back to the field, to catch it was another player from his team. And it was there that they saw, the determination and how royally pissed he was.

“Oh, boy,” Dick sighed.

“Oh, boy, indeed,” Alfred said.

“It’s okay, Damian!” Vivian called out. “You guys still got a chance!”

“I’ll go get us some ice cream,” Bruce said to her. “Chocolate, double scoop?”

“You know it!”

“Can you get me one too?” Dick asked Bruce, but the man only looked at him and his silence was enough to say: I only have two hands. And Dick sighed and asked Alfred what he wanted. Alfred said he was fine with vanilla.

As Bruce and Dick went to get ice cream, Vivian and Alfred watched as Damian tried to steal the ball from the other team, but as he did one of the players – Wilson Lawford – tripped him.

“Fou! That’s a foul!” Vivian called out.

“You’re really into this, aren’t you, Vivian?” Sharon mused as she approached where they stood with an ice cream cup. Her husband wasn’t far off. “I wouldn’t worry too much, it’s just a soccer game after all.”

“Sharon, you tend to forget that I got a dual citizenship, and that for most of my childhood I was raised in Liverpool. Football – not soccer – is the fucking center of English culture and society.”

She wasn’t startled with Vivian’s language, after years of working with her in PTA, she got used to it. “You played?”

“A little — kid, pass the ball, he’s open!” Vivian called out to the field.

“Like I said, this is just a school game. You shouldn’t put too much pressure on the kids.”

“Who says that I am?” Vivian raised a brow at her. “This is a relaxing game compared to the ones I went to.”

Bruce came back just in time with her ice cream with Dick giving Alfred the man’s vanilla cone. “What’s the score?” Bruce asked her.

“2 - 1,” Vivian answered and licked her ice cream. “Is that strawberry?”

Bruce looked down at his cup and fed her a spoon, while she let him lick on her cone. “I see Damian is still working on teamwork.”

“Yeah — Damian, pass the freaking ball!” Vivian called out.

“Ah, what a relaxing day,” Alfred sighed and watched the game.

“This is relaxing?” Dick asked. “Vivian looks like she’s going to pop a nerve.”

“Trust me, this is a relaxing game, my boy. All that’s needed is a pint and it would make this game even more perfect.”

“You got ice cream, Alfred.”

“It’s not the same.”

“I’m surprised Vivian didn’t wear her Manchester United jersey,” said Dick.

“She didn’t want to cause a scene,” Alfred snickered.

Half-time, and the teams were called back to recuperate and discuss a change of tactics. As they did, everyone was getting snacks from the stands and the food truck. She and Alfred decided to sit on the grass as Bruce and Dick brought the snacks, both happily enjoying the nice day and the game.

“I wish we get to have more of this,” Vivian leaned back on her elbows and sighed.

“So do I, Ms. Vivian,” Alfred said. “Would you care for an umbrella, Ma’am? It is getting a little hot.”

It was, Vivian was sweating with the sun above their heads but she declined. “Relax, Alfred. Take off the coat and enjoy the day.”

“I’m afraid I am on duty, Ma’am,” Alfred smiled.

“Today, you’re not. Please, at least take that off, it’s me who's suffocating just looking at you wearing that thing.”

Alfred got up and removed his coat and tie. “As you wish, Ms. Vivian,” he teased her.

“Aside from the fact that I bloody love football, I really want this to be a fun experience for Damian,” Vivian began. “I wanted this to be perfect for him.”

“I’m sure he appreciates your efforts, Ms. Vivian… from Master Dick, to Master Jason, and Master Tim, you have done a marvelous job to make their school life memorable… and I was not supposed to tell you this but when Master Damian saw you working so hard in the PTA meetings, he wanted to win for you.”

Vivian sighed with a smile. “But I think he’s enjoying the game… he’s not so pissed anymore after he scored three times. And he’s learning to pass the fucking ball.”

Alfred chuckled. “Indeed. It seems someone is enjoying the sight of your sunbathing, Ma’am.”

Vivian followed Alfred’s gaze and frowned as she saw Warren Lawford and some of the other husbands looking at her with those disgusting smirks on their faces. Then there were their wives who didn’t appreciate their husbands ogling at her direction. Rolling her eyes, Vivian got up and focused on the game.

Damian’s team won with him making the last score. The team roared in cheers at their victory and ran to get their trophy, but Damian didn’t join his team in the celebrations. He went to where his family was instead.

“Congratulations, son,” Bruce told him.

“I am so proud of you!” Vivian hugged him, not caring if he was sweaty.

“Good job, kid,” Dick smirked. “Why aren’t you there celebrating with your team?”

“I will. I just want to tell Mom that I had fun today, and thank you for helping making all of this,” said Damian.

“Don’t just thank me, thank your father too,” Vivian said.

“He just bought the ice cream.”

Bruce sighed.

Damian hugged Vivian again and then ran back to the others where he was called for a team photo, and to get their snacks. With the kids taking a break, the field was free, some of the PTA members asked if they could play a game. The coach didn’t seem to mind and offered to referee too. Bruce was forced to play after many of the parents called for the dads to come to the field, and when the numbers were odd.

Vivian wrapped her arms around Bruce as he took off his flannel, and then got on her toes to whisper in his ear, “Win this and you get a prize when we get home.”

Bruce smirked. “I got a lot at stake here then?”

“Yes, because if you lose, Echo and Ace are sleeping in the bed.”

Bruce hummed. “I’m concerned with how passionate you are with football that it’s borderline madness.”

Vivian chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Go kick their ass, Wayne.”

“You got it, Pryor.”

With the dads lined up the game started, and just as they thought Bruce dominated the field with his speed and agility.

“Is it cheating considering he’s Batman?” Dick whispered to Vivian and Alfred.

“He’s got a lot riding on this win, not surprised he’s giving his all,” Vivian grinned.

Dick turned to her. “Seriously?”

“And the fact Warren Lawford happens to be the goalkeeper, so Bruce isn’t going to hold back,” just as Vivian said it, Bruce kicked the ball and it zoomed to the net with a powerful force. So powerful that they thought Warren Lawford broke his fingers when he grazed the ball.

“Another win for team Wayne,” Sharon approached their little space.

“It’s just a game, Sharon,” Vivian told her.

“That doesn’t look like it’s just a game,” she pointed at Bruce.

“What can I say, we’re passionate when it comes to football,” Vivian shrugged.

Dick scoffed and whispered to Alfred. “Football huh?”

“But your son did good today. He stole the ball from Damian and scored most of the points for his team. He could be a striker.”

Sharon narrowed her gaze at Vivian. “Don’t patronize me, Vivian. Gloating doesn’t suit you.”

Raising a brow, Vivian said, “What? I’m serious. Your kid was good.”

“He lost this game to Damian.”

“It’s a team effort. It wasn’t just Damian. But seriously, your son was amazing in the field, and he can push this for college. GU is actively recruiting and they usually start scouting in this coming season. If he catches their attention, freshman or not, they might keep him in their records as a player to watch.”

“My son doesn’t need a local university to be his ticket to the big leagues if he ever wants it. He has far better opportunities with other schools. In fact, some high schools have already sent invitations for him to apply for them this next semester with his good track record in his academics and soccer —”

“Look out!”

A ball was hurling towards their direction, while Sharon ducked to get away, Vivian simply caught it with her foot, dribbled it a little to get its momentum and kicked it back to the field which Bruce caught in his hands.

“You don’t play, huh?” Warren Lawford said as he stopped before her.

“Not professionally or for schools,” Vivian shrugged. Turning back to Sharon, she said, “I grew up with a dad who raised me as both a daughter and a son.”

The dads’ game ended with Bruce’s team winning. As the man returned to their spot, he lifted Vivian off the ground, making her laugh. But he immediately placed her down before they were reprimanded for public indecency again.

“I won,” he told her.

“Your team won — now I know where Damian gets it,” Vivian handed him a water bottle. “Had fun destroying Warren Lawford?”

“Very. Had fun shutting up Sharon?”

“Yes. I did.”

#fluff🫶🏼#𝐓𝐡𝐞 🦇

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