A/n: this is kinda based of my own relationship with my mom. With me she has zero privacy 😌but she tells me all they time that me barging into her room to tell her about my life are the best part of her day 😂even if she’s like on the toilet. And I totally see Batmom building that kind of relationship with them that is just so comfortable and not awkward at all. Excuse any spelling errors.
Warnings: nothing but fluff
(Y/n) slowly lowers her sore body into the large bath as the steams escapes the water. The room’s air was infused with vanilla and coco with lit candles creating a mood of relaxations. It was exactly what she needed, being a den mother to YJ (sometimes the Titian’s den mother) and Justice League member was not for the faint of heart. Especially now that she’s a mother with kids who are in the same dangerous field she’s in. With motherhood comes everlasting worrying, protecting, and giving up her privacy.
There was a loud sounding knock at the door just as she began to close her eyes. With a deep sigh she yells for the intruder to come inside, low and behold it was her oldest Dick.
“Yes Grayson,” she hums turning her head to get a look at the dark haired and blue eyed adult, she still saw him as the little boy that they adopted on that tragic night. His small smile on his lips told her everything she needs to know before motioning for him to come in.
“I see that you’re finally taking a break, you deserve it mom,” He praises as he closes the door softly before plopping down on the counter. He was always the mom of the siblings whenever she wasn’t around, so he always worries for her health and mental state because he and his siblings could be a lot to handle.
“You’re always so concerned for me, you’re such a sweet boy Dick. Now come on bluebird, what’s on your mind.” His childhood nickname was always brings warmth to his heart and made him feel at home. Without and further coaxing, he began to spill what was on his mind. He was always worrying about others and never took the time to recharge. (Y/n) always listens attentively and always provides him with the best advice that he needs to hear, and this time was no different.
Another knock on the door cuts their peaceful conversation as the door creaks open. Two heads peep through the door revealing Jason and Duke right before Jason waltz in followed by Duke. Her two chaotic kings stood in the room with flour splattering their attire.
“Mom how long do you bake your cookies. Duke says ten but I know it's seven.” With a short chuckle, she confirms that it is in deed seven minutes and watches Jason and Duke bicker. The door is thrown open and closes quickly shutting the boys up as everyone looks at the culprit of the sudden noise. Tim clutches his Redbull with his back pushed against the door as his chest rises and falls rapidly.
“It’s Alfred being the caffeine police, I came here for sanctuary.” (Y/n) raises a brow giving him a warning look at the word caffeine. The coffee addict raises one hand in defense explaining that it was only his fourth energy drink that day, which was better than last weeks. Tim takes a seat next to Dick while Duke and Jason converse with their mother on baking tips. Unlike the last knock, this one knocks twice…pauses…then three times.
“Come in Cass.” The door slowly opens and the short beautiful asian girl enters in quietly. She gave her brothers nods of acknowledgment with a small smile before claiming a spot on a bench close to her mother. As the boys conversed with each other and the bickering, Cass leans in and gives her mother a soft kiss on her cheek. (Y/n) brushes a few short strands away from Cass’s soft face.
“Are you imbeciles, intruding on mother’s personal time to herself. This is why I am her favorite,” Damien says closing the door.
“Well look whose talking demon spawn, takes one to know one,” Jason grits out as Damien narrows his eyes. The arguing continues through the packed room as (y/n) casually closes her eyes to the noice. She reminisces on the days where she could bath in peace without a thought about any child barging in. A final knock causes all the kids to hush in an instant, the knock was heavier than any of theirs.
“What’s the password?” Jason shouts.
“I hold the key to all of yours trust fund,” the voice says calmly on the other side of the door.
“Fair, rent does need to paid. Come in.” The door opens and Bruce enters with wide eyes as he scans all the kids in the room with Stephanie behind him.
“Ooh no one told me that we were partying with mom! Move over old man,” Steph says trying to squeeze past the brick wall that was Bruce.
“Are all of you in here?”
“We’re bonding,” Dick shrugs with a sweet smile on his face and all his siblings mutter or nod in agreement.
“I could hear your arguing all the way in the hall.”
“We built different,” Tim says taking his last sip of his Redbull.
“Out…all of you. It’s my turn.” After a stern look to end all the protest. One by one the all bid goodbyes to their mom in their own ways. Cass gives her mom one last kiss on the cheek before gracefully leaving the bathroom with the rest of her siblings. Bruce locks the door as soon as the last kid leaves and lets out a long sigh. His hands moves to his cuff links, then his tie before unbuttoning his shirt. She listens to his footsteps drawing closer and opens her eyes to him siting on the edge of the tube.
“You have to start locking the door,” Bruce chuckles as his fingers ghost the side of her cheek before resting his hand on the side of her face.
“I don’t mind, it's apart of motherhood.” She watches his eyebrow raise before a small smile appears on his face. He places his hand on side of the tub and leans in until their nose faintly touch.
“You are an exceptional woman, take all the time you need in here.” He moves and softly places his lips on her forehead, her eyes closes to his warm touch. Bruce then places a gentle kiss on her lips before retreating for the door. She slides down deeper into the water and sighs deeply with a small smile on her face. Motherhood may have taken her privacy but with the family she has, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
A/n: If you see any random name…no you didn’t 😂but I apologize usually when I write I literally make up a character like bio and all that I have set for Batmom in my mind and how she’s like. So If you see that my bad I wrote this last year and decided why not post it last minute 😂😂😂
Also if I do get the sudden urge to post more, I don’t think I will mention any skin tones at all because melanin comes in so many shades. Or hair type either😌 and I will keep the black Batmom tags just so my melanated or non melanated monarchs can find me.
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