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Hello there <3 ……You can call me Dani or Eymi XD……I like a lot of things, I am a multifandom blog, but I really like reader insert, so you may see a lot of thosse :3 .....My first language is Spanish, so you can ask me what ever in Spanish or English (sorry if my spelling is not good)

[she-who-drank-vodka-with-cats]

they meet another Witcher who was trained with Geralt in their youth

the two have a whole conversation build on grunts and one-word-answers and Jaskier has no idea what their talking about

until Geralt says two whole sentences in a row and his old friend smiles "ever so chatty"

and Jaskier loses his goddamn mind 'cause of all the witchers in Kaer Morhen

Geralt is the chatty one

[zeldaslullaby-moved-deactivated]

We’re wide awake now, our eyes are wide open We’re running this world, we keeping it turning We’re living like giants, yeah, giants We’re bigger than giants, we’re giants True Damage / Qiyana / Ekko / Senna / Yasuo / Akali

[jenny-jinya]

Short comic, while I work on something bigger on the side. It is nevertheless a very important topic. A lot of seabirds die because they eat plastic. They feed their chicks with the waste. It’s really tragic.

[bov-dolandrici]

Well shit this made me almost cry to see a mother try so hard to keep her child safe and well with us human always throwing trash and shit on the ground it doesn’t help man I need to buy some bread and feed some birds

[sour--strawberries]

@itsjerkfacemcgee that’s great you want to help but please remember that bread is like junk food for birds - it fills them up, but doesn’t add any nutritional value, a small amount of bread occasionally shouldn’t hurt, but there are better, more nutritious food you can feed to birds (like, don’t give water birds bread, but finely chopped lettuce, defrosted peas or corn, oats are great too). you can easily find online what to feed to different species of birds, depending on what group of birds you want to help! good luck and thank you for making a change ❤️  

[silverynight]

Random person: *trying to flirt* what a lovely bottom you have there, witcher.

Geralt: Thank you, his name is Jaskier.

Jaskier: *chokes*

[this-is-a-job-for-vesemir]

The Witcher incorrect quotes |12|

[truthanddivinity]

[totorox]

Status Descriptions for when my players ask how the monster looks

[khoimiya]

@willnefunnyhahafunny asked: yo bruh i 🥺🥺🥺🥺 your blog is cuTE I 🥺🥺 was wondering if you were still doing the prompts? if so can i request 15 with hop? :]]

@alpine-forget-me-nots also asked: I love your profile picture, Hop is one cutie. Speaking of Hop, if you’re still taking requests could you do prompt 15 with Hop.

prompt: “i think i love you”

characters: Hop & [name]

requested: yep!

a/n: yes yes yes! i frickin love hop so much!! i feel bad for defeating him in the league :(

👑 hop 👑

Taking a break from being champion was something that the seventeen year old needed. Scrolling through her rotom phone, the teenager had called a Corviknight taxi to take her back to Wedgehurst to see the professor of the Galar region and their assistant. The taxi had come shortly after, and now it was the trip to Wedgehurst.

Jumping out of the small cart of the Corviknight taxi, the seventeen year old champion stretched herself a little before making her way down to the pokemon lab. Walking down the stone path made the champion remember when she had started her journey, with her old rival. The young champion let out a hum when she saw the large pokemon laboratory. Her face had turned into a bright smile and she broke into a sprint, wanting to go see Sonia and Hop.

Bursting the door open was what [name] did when she had reached the laboratory, scaring the people that was inside of the building. “Sonia! Hi, I just wanted to come and say hi, since I have a day off today,” [name] greeted, a bright smile still on her face. The orange haired professor had lost her composure for a bit but had regained her composure and gave the champion a grin, “Hey, [name].”

The [hair color] haired female gave the professor a grin back before looking around. “Where’s Hop?” The champion looked around curiously, wanting to see her old rival, and soon to be professor. Sonia let out a small giggle while twirling a strand of hair, “He’s currently out in the wild area, but I’m sure he’ll be back soon.” The teenager nodded and walked over to a chair to sit down, and wait for Hop.

It’s been about fifteen minutes since the trainer had got to the laboratory, she had brought out her alcremie, which was just a mint swirl. The champion had played with the alcremie while waiting for the assistant. Hearing the door open, [name]’s head shot up to see who had come through. Seeing the fluff of purple, the champion shot up and ran over to Hop.

She had caught him off guard by a surprise bewear hug, making Sonia let out a laugh. “It’s been too long, Hop!” [name] complained, still hugging the taller purplette, who was embarrassed.

Hop and [name] was out in a place in the wild area, where it was usually secluded and only a few pokemon roamed the area. Hop was rambling on about some cute pokemon he found. “An-”

“Hop.” The champion had cut him off, making him look at the laying champion, who was looking at the clouds. “Has anyone ever given you an applin?” [name]’s question had caught the purple haired male off guard. He took out a pokeball, looked at it and then looked at [name], then back to the pokeball. “No..but I want to give someone an applin..”

[name] let out a hum at his response. “You should give that person the applin then. They’re lucky!” She encouraged, looking over to the concentrated male. Hop made slight eye contact to the smiling female before shoving the pokeball in his hand to her, catching her off guard.

“O-open it!” Hop insisted, making [name] let out a chuckle before sitting up to let the pokemon out. Opening the pokeball, the female was getting anxious about what pokemon it was. Once the light had disappeared, her eyes had widened a tad bit. It was an applin. “I..think I love you..[name]..” Hop mumbled out, a blush coating his face.

[name] picked up the small applin, which was a green color instead of red. She turned to Hop with a big smile. “I think I love you too.”

[ragingbookdragon-deactivated201]

You Are Not My Mother

A Batmom & Batfamily One-shot Word Count: 3,240 Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst Author’s Note: Have all the angst! Tags: @etherealdemeter @darkfaethedestroyer @jason-todd-squad @angelgl16 @imjustnightwingingit @mellowstatesmanhandsempath @it-is-dana

You are not my mother!

The loathing words came out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he watched the cave go silent around him. Everyone’s eyes went wide, even hers, but a millisecond later, they set in a hard stare as she stood up straight, her jaw tightening. She nodded, staring at him. “You’re right Damian. I’m not Talia al Ghul. I’m not your mother. But I will tell you what I am.” She raised her left hand, flashing the silver wedding ring on her finger. “I’m your father’s wife. And what I tell you to do in this manor is what I expect from you.” He shook his head in anger, glaring at her.

           “This is my father’s manor!”

           “No Damian this is the Wayne Manor. And I’ve been the, to use a rather weathered term, the lady of the house for almost fifteen years. Long before you were even a thought in Talia’s mind.” He stopped and she crossed her arms. “I may not be your mother, but you are a child and your father and I are the adults. When you turn eighteen, you can make all the decisions you want. Until then, what we say goes.” His lips drew in a taut line and she added, “I’ve already talked about it to Bruce. You’re not allowed on patrol after what happened at the gala. If you want to complain to him about it, he’s going to tell you the same thing.” Her eyes shifted to the others, then she looked back at him one last time before turning around and walking up the stairs. When she was gone, he let out a shout in anger and threw silver coffee pot against the cave wall. It hit the wall with a clang and dropped, rolling on the ground a few times as it spilled its contents, much like his mood. He felt their eyes on them and he whipped his head up, glaring at them.

           “What?!” Tim and Jason simply narrowed their eyes at him, but Dick walked forward and knelt in front of him.

           “Kiddo that wasn’t a nice thing to say to mom.” Damian scoffed at him before shoving past, climbing up the stairs.

           “Like the three of you haven’t said that to her before.” There was no return to his statement, giving him all the answer, he needed.

Later That Night:

           He stepped out of the study stretching his arms and listening to the sound of his bones popping before he shifted, moving towards the door. The boys had left a few minutes earlier to catch a rerun of an episode of Vikings, leaving him alone in the cave. Alfred walked up to him, handing him a sweater before motioning to the door. “Mrs. Wayne has taken a seat out on the patio. I suspect you’ll wish to see her.” Bruce nodded, taking the sweater from him before thanking him and moving out of the study and towards the patio. He crossed into the living room as he did, stopping to stare at his four sons passed out on the couch. The TV was still going, so he leaned down, gently taking the remote from Dick’s hand and shutting it off. He set the remote down and started his path again, but stopped when he heard,

           “You going to check on mom?” He turned around, looking at a his oldest; he nodded.

           “After you boys told me what happened, I thought I should talk to her about it.” Dick nodded, reaching up and rubbing his eyes, careful not to wake the others beside him.

           “He didn’t mean it…he’ll see that when he gets over being angry.” Bruce nodded and leaned over, ruffling his hair.

           “Tell Jason that you two should stay at the manor tonight…it’s too late for you to head home anyway.” Dick nodded and Bruce turned around once more, this time making his way to the patio. His hand curled around the handle of the sliding glass door, and he gently slid it open, stepping out onto the deck. She sat on the porch swing, covered by a blanket, with a wine glass in her hand. He walked towards her and bent over, picking up the wine bottle; he shook it lightly before quipping,

           “I can’t believe you’ve drank an entire bottle in one sitting.” Her head tipped lazily to him and she mumbled,

“It’s empty?” He snorted and tipped the bottle upside down.

“As it was the day before it was bottled.” He paused and grinned as she huffed a laugh and brought the glass, she had in her hand up to her mouth. He watched her down the rest of her glass before she set the glass on the table; he set the bottle beside it and shifted her forward, slipping behind her. She rested her back against his chest, her head dropping against his shoulder. His arms came up around her as he pulled the blanket up to her neck, keeping her warm. He was quiet for a second then he murmured, “…The boys told me what happened earlier.” There was a moment of silence, then she whispered,

           “I know I should be used to it after hearing it come from each of them…” She stopped, then continued with, “But it still stings to hear it.” A sad smile crossed his lips as he pressed his lips to her temple.

           “Of course it stings (Y/N)…you’re their mother and you love them.” After he didn’t receive a response from her, he tipped his head and looked down. “(Y/N)? Love?” She turned her head, and he took in the sight of the tears in her eyes; his face fell at the sight and he brought a hand up, cupping her cheek. “Oh sweetheart.” (Y/N) choked out a sob and pressed her face into the crook of his neck as she clenched a hand in his sweater. Bruce rested his chin on the top of her head as he rubbed her back, comforting her with quiet words.

           Damian watched them from the screen door, feeling his heart clench in his chest at the sight of (Y/N) sob. He swallowed thickly and stepped back, only to come into contact with someone. He let out a quiet gasp and spun around, seeing Dick staring sadly out at his parents, Tim and Jason behind him doing the same; Damian looked at them and whispered, “What are you three doing?” Dick glanced at him briefly before motioning to them.

           “We heard the sliding door open, and we went to listen.”

           “I didn’t know you were eavesdroppers.” A hand came up and cuffed him upside the head; he held his head, glaring at Jason who bit out,

           “Shut up two-bit. You were eavesdropping too.” Damian opened his mouth to retort, but shut it and turned back around, looking at her. A moment passed, then he mumbled,

           “You said the same thing I did.” He looked up at his brothers, who wore clouded expressions; each of them nodded after a few seconds, and he asked, “What happened?” Dick was the first to speak, remembering a time from when he was a mere ten years old.

Years Ago:

           He stomped angrily through the house, not even caring about her following him; she called after him repeatedly. “Dick. Dick, honey, stop for a second.” He didn’t listen, still moving.

           “No! You grounded me!”

           “And I grounded you for a reason. You deliberately disobeyed me.” He grunted at her and she called out, her voice ringing with authority, “Richard John Grayson. Not another step young man.” He stopped at it and she continued, “You left the cave tonight and went on patrol without asking. As your mom-” He spun around, his eyes angered as he spit,

           “You’re not my mom! Stop acting like it!” Her mouth shut, and her eyes went wide from the declarations. She blinked, obviously stunned at his words, and she looked down at her hands murmuring,

           “I may not be your real mother…but I…I am…I…” She drew off, bringing a hand up to wipe at her cheek. Dick’s widened when she looked up at him, and he saw the tears beginning to spill, running down her cheeks. He raised his hands out to her.

           “Wait! I-I didn’t mean it!” (Y/N) looked down and she brought a hand up to her mouth, moving past him, letting out a broken, ‘excuse me’. He watched her go past him, then a few moments later, Bruce walked into the room and he turned to him. “Bruce!” Bruce looked down at him, taking in the sight of Dick, who was nearly in tears; the lecture he had ready for him went out the window as he squatted in front of Dick.

           “Dick?” The boy looked up at him, tears filling those big blue eyes.

           “I-I messed up B-Bruce.” He reached out a hand, wiping his tears away.

           “What happened Dick?” Dick lowered his head and he whispered,

           “I a-accidently told (Y/N) t-that she w-wasn’t my m-mom.” Bruce sighed at him and murmured,

           “Oh Dick.” The boy began to sob, and Bruce reached out, pulling him into a hug. “It’s okay bud.”

Present:

           Dick looked at her and murmured, “I’ve never forgotten the look she gave me after I said it to her…” He looked down at Damian, and said, “And neither has she.” Jason nodded at that.

           “I’m sure she’s never forgotten how I left the cave telling her I had to go find my real mom.

Years Ago:

           “What are you looking at baby?” He jerked forward, clicking the screen to minimize the images.

           “Nothing!” He spun around to see her walking towards him, an amused smile on her face.

           “And I’m assuming that nothing is not important?” He nodded.

           “Not at all.” She stared at him until he sighed and turned around, clicking the screen to reveal the images of the three women; she walked up to him.

           “Who are these women?” He pointed to each one.

           “Sharmin Rosen, Lady Shiva, and Sheila Haywood.” (Y/N) nodded, looking at them.

           “They’re very pretty women.” She paused and looked at him. “But why are you looking at them.” He dropped his gaze and picked at his fingers. “Jason? Hon?” He looked back up at her.

           “One of them is my mom.” Her eyes widened as she said,

           “Like…your biological mom?” He nodded.

           “I found out after I went back to my old apartment.” He looked between the screen and (Y/N). “I’m gonna track them down.” She was silent, her eyes moving to the screen, and he turned to her, rising from the chair. “I have to go find them…I have to go find my real mom.”

Present:

           “And those were the last words I ever said to Ma.” They stared at Jason as he leaned against a table by the door. “And it got a lot worse when I came back…I said horrible things to Ma…about her not caring…about her not being a mother.” He went silent and shook his head. “I fucked up a lot of things between us for a good couple years.” Tim watched him, then nodded.

           “I hadn’t even realized I’d actually said it to mom…it was such an offhanded comment that I didn’t even know what I said until she was gone.”

A Couple Years Ago:

           He barely registered the sound of his bedroom door opening, let alone the sound of her footsteps as she walked up to him. He did, however, hear the disappointment in her tone as she said, “Timmy…you need to go to bed.” He shook his head, typing on the keyboard.

           “I’m fine.”

           “Honey you’ve been awake for almost forty-eight hours.” She rested a hand on his shoulder. “It’s not good for your body if you stay up like this.”

           “I’m fine…really, I’m good.” She squeezed his shoulder, the other hand reaching out to close the laptop.

           “You’ll be good when you’re asleep in bed.” Her hand skimmed the top of his laptop when his curled around her wrist, stopping her; he turned to her and said,

           “Will you stop mothering me? I’m fine. I don’t need your help.” He let go of her wrist and turned back to the screen, barely registering the way she quietly whispered, ‘alright Timmy…goodnight’, and walked out of his room.

Present:

           “The only reason I actually realized what I said was after a few minutes, I realized that she hadn’t told me she loved me after saying good night.” He paused, digging a groove into the carpet with his toes. “Mom didn’t say anything about it the next day, but I could tell that something had shifted. She was more reserved when it came to me.” He looked at Damian. “Look, I know you and I don’t get along, but I’m going to tell you something brother to brother. Go apologize to mom and tell her that you didn’t mean it.” It was all he said before he looked at the others and waved. “I’m going to bed.” Jason soon followed saying,

           “I’m with Timbers. I’m gonna go crash.” The two of them began making their way to their rooms when the sound of the screen door opening and closing brought their attention back. They looked towards it, seeing Bruce carrying (Y/N), her head pressed against his chest. He stopped when he saw them, his surprised look giving way to a hard expression.

           “Were you four watching?” They all started making excuses, but he shushed them, nodding at their sleeping mother; they shut their mouths and he brought his foot back, sliding the door closed.

           “Is mom alright?” Bruce looked at Dick and nodded.

           “She’s fine. Wine drunk…but fine.” He looked down at Damian. “(Y/N) does a lot for all of us. You owe her an apology when she wakes up.” Damian nodded, watching as he walked past them, carrying her up the stairs to their bedroom.

The Next Day:

           The dull throb in her head told her the migraine was something she was going to need some aspirin, water, and a heavy blanket to block out the light to fix. She groaned lightly as she rubbed her face in her pillow, then she opened her eyes and looked around the room. Immediately, she took in the sight of the four of her boys curled up like cats in the bed with her. A smile graced her lips and she reached down beside her hip, running a hand over Tim’s head; he shifted in his sleep, burying his face in her side and she struggled to bite back the laugh that wanted to come out. She reached over again and ran her hands through Dick and Jason’s hair, watching them do the same. She smiled at them, then a voice sounded from beside her. “Are you awake Umi?” (Y/N) looked to her side, seeing Damian curled up beside her. Bruce’s broad shoulders made him look so tiny from where he was laying and she nodded, raising a hand and caressing his head.

           “I’m awake sweetheart.” He nodded, then moved under her arm, resting his head on her shoulder. Her arm settled comfortably around him, and she brought up her hand, gently running her fingers through his short hair. After a few moments he whispered,

           “…I’m sorry Umi.” Her response was to press her lips to his forehead, and murmur,

           “I know baby.” He swallowed thickly, feeling the beginnings of tears gathering in his eyes.

           “I didn’t mean to say it.” She nodded; her lips still pressed to his forehead.

           “I know you didn’t sweetheart. It was something said in anger.” He moved to sit up, looking up at her as he whispered harshly,

           “But I have hurt you! I made you cry! I…did this…” He dropped his gaze, closing his eyes, and (Y/N) watched the tears begin to fall down his cheeks. He looked back up at her a few seconds later and said, “You are my mother, Umi…you are the only mother I’ve known.” (Y/N) shifted, careful not to wake her sons, then she cupped Damian’s cheeks in her hands.

           “Baby…it’s okay…I’m not angry at you.” He shook his head in her grip.

           “But you’re sad because I said you weren’t my mother.” (Y/N) brushed her thumbs under his eyes, wiping away the tears.

           “We all say things that we don’t mean.” He looked up at her and she searched his eyes. “What matters is that when they are said, we try our best to fix what we’ve done wrong.” Damian nodded his head and whispered,

           “I’m sorry Umi.” A sad smile crossed her lips and she leaned forward, kissing his forehead.

           “I am too baby.” She pulled away and brushed his cheeks again. “I still love you though…with all my heart.”

           “You do? Even after what I said?” (Y/N) nodded, pulling him to her; he rested his head under her chin, and she wrapped her arms around him as she murmured,

           “The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.” She brought up a hand, caressing the side of his head as she whispered, “Each of you has told me as some point that I am not what I am. But I know deep down that none of you meant it. And each time I heard it, it hurt…but forgiveness is a good thing when used.”

           “To err is human…to forgive…divine.” She smiled at his quote and squeezed him gently.

           “I love you Damian…my beautiful baby boy.” The feeling of tears gathered in his eyes, but he blinked them away, his hand clenching in her shirt as he replied,

           “I love you too Umi.” There was a moment of silence between them until,

           “How come the demon-spawn gets all the love? We were here first.” Damian raised his head, glaring at Tim.

           “I am Umi’s favorite Drake.”

           “The hell you are tater-tot. if anyone’s the favorite, it’s me.”

           “I think you’re wrong little-wing. I was the first. I’m the favorite.”

           “No one asked you dickhead.”

           “Mom! Jason called me a mean name!”

           “Mom! Jason called me a mean name!”

           “Stop mocking me!”

           “Stop mocking me!”

“Mom!”

           “Mom!”

           (Y/N) rolled her eyes at her two oldest as they began to shove at each other, and eventually, Tim and Damian got into the mess, and she watched their fists and feet fly at each other. A grunt sounded from beside her and she looked down to see her husband glaring at her. “You just had to get them going this early, didn’t you Mrs. Wayne?” (Y/N) let out a ‘pfft’ and leaned down, pressing her lips to his before laying her head on his arm, their foreheads touching.

           “Yeah…but I know that when they’re fighting like this, they’re giving each other love.”

           “Tough love.” She snorted and tickled his side, feeling him jerk away.

           “But love nonetheless.” He opened his mouth to respond, but the sound of someone grunting cut him off.

           “Mom! Jason won’t let me out of this headlock!”

           “Mom! Jason won’t let me-”

           “STOP MOCKING ME JASON!”

           “You’re unbearable Drake! I am Umi’s favorite!”

           “Keep telling yourself that oompa-loompa.”

           “I am not an oompa-loompa!”

           (Y/N) sighed and looked at her husband. “Never a dull morning, is it Mr. Wayne?” He grinned at her but grunted when one of them hit his side.

           “No it’s not Mrs. Wayne. No, it is not.”

[cait-writes-stuff]

Proud of Your Boy - Jason Todd x Batmom

If there’s one thing that Jason regrets about how his life turned out was that he disappointed you. You and Bruce had taken him in when he was just a street rat stealing to survive. Bruce was the closest thing that he had to a father and you, you were a mother to him in every way but blood.

When he died you were absolutely devastated. Jason didn’t like to imagine what it must have been like for you to lose him, your son. When he came back, there were times that he wanted to go to you, to be your son again but he was wild and angry. He lost sight of the person he had been and became someone that no mother could take pride in.

When he came back to Gotham as the Red Hood, Jason knew Bruce must have told you about all that he had done. When he thought about what you must think about what he’s done, shame clenched at his throat.

He wanted to do better for you.

Jason didn’t want to come home after all these years only to have you look at him like your son was still dead. Jason was determined to shape up before he allowed himself to beg for your forgiveness.

Jason had been in Gotham for almost a year working as the Red Hood alongside his brothers when Bruce finally started talking to him again. He could tell by the way Bruce interacted with him that he still had a long way to go though. It would never be the same between Jason and his adoptive parents but he wanted to mend what had been broken.

After a long night of patrol, Dick pulled Jason aside to talk to him while the others had already disappeared.

“You should go see, Mom.” Dick encouraged. “She asks about you all the time. She misses you man.” Dick said. Jason crossed his arms over his chest and trained his gaze to the ground below his feet.

He knew he would have to face you eventually. But he wasn’t sure if he was ready, if you would be ready to come to terms that he wasn’t the little boy you had raised anymore.

“She was devastated when you died, you know? She didn’t speak for two months, Jason. Not a word. You owe it to her to at least let her see you.” Dick continued. When Jason didn’t respond, he huffed and turned away from him. “She’s your mom too. You could at least pretend to care.”

Dick’s words really ate at Jason over the next couple of days. He decided it was was time for him to start making up for all the lost years. He stopped by the manor one day when Bruce was at the office. You were quietly humming to yourself while you were reading in the library. Jason hesitated briefly, wondering if he really had any right to see you. Before he had the chance to leave he cleared his throat to get your attention.

“Hi, Ma.” He said hesitantly. You looked up and stared wide eyed at him.

“Jason.” You said, your voice cracking with emotion.

“I’m sorry, Ma. I’m sorry for everything.” Jason started. There were so many things he wanted to say to you. He almost didn’t know where to start. “I know I’ve been a shitty son and I probably should have told you this a long time ago but I’m trying to be better. I know there’s no good reason you should believe me, not yet at least, and I’m not perfect like Dad or you but I’m trying Ma. I really am. I’m gonna make you proud one day, Ma.” Jason said before staring at the ground.

He had to admit being here with you again made him feel like that small rebellious kid again.  Jason vaguely heard you set your book down and walk over to where he stood awkwardly in the doorway.

“I am proud of you, Jason.” You said tilting his head so that his eyes met yours. Tears spilled over your eyes and your lip quivered slightly against your sad smile. Jason stood up and engulfed you in a tight hug. After all these years he felt different in your arms.

“I love you, Ma.” He whispered, sounding like the poor vulnerable boy that you had taken into your arms so long ago.

[theunchartedsuperheros]

26. "You can’t ground me!" w/ the batfam please!! I love the prompt list and your writing!!!!!

Awww you make me blush~ Thank you and I hope you enjoy it! Prompt list~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You stood in front of your sons with your arms crossed over your chest. You took a deep breath and slowly letting your breath out making them nervous. It wasn’t very often that you got mad at them, but when you did, you didn’t screw around. It had been a long day for you and all you wanted to do was relax. Though, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

“I can’t take it anymore!! It was Jason!! Spare us, please!!” Dick yelled out and dropped to his knees

“What the hell, Dick?! You sell out!” Jason yelled at Dick

Your head whipped around to look at Jason and you glared at him. What was it that dear Jason did? He texted every contact in your phone, male and female, asking if ‘they wanted to have a fun time ;)’.

“We told you not to do it!” Tim yelled at Jason

“This is your own fault, Todd.” Damian said glaring at him.

“Shut up demon spawn!” Jason yelled at Damian

“Enough!” You screamed and they all paused and looked at you

You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose. You dropped your had and looked Jason dead in the eye.

“You’re grounded! You can’t leave the house unless one of your brothers are with you and no patrol for the next two weeks!” You told him and the room went silent

They all stared at you before Dick broke out laughing followed by Tim and Damian. You smirked amused at the shocked look on Jason’s face. Bruce and Alfred walked into the room to see everyone, but you and Jason, laughing their heads off. Bruce scrunched his brow in confusion as Aflred just look amused.

“You can’t ground me!! I’m a grown ass adult!” Jason yelled at you and you just shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t give a shit if you’re an old man, you’re grounded! And you’re going to apologize to everyone you sent that message too, while I watch!” Your smirk grew as did the boy’s laughter.

“Oh my god you got grounded.” Dick chocked out as he laid clutching his stomach on the floor

“I never thought I’d see the day!” Tim laughed as he leaned on Damian for support.

“Todd’s been placed under house arrest!” Damian joined in

You laughed slightly at seeing your sons having a good time. Even if it was because Jason got punished. 

[soriseerakyra]

Do It For Your Mother

request for @cas-backwards-tie who wanted a fic that had the batmom encouraging her family into  going on a benefit walk with her

The apathetic groan the rolls over the living room makes your eyes squint angrily. The teen angst you were expecting, but the disinterested gaze from your husband really irks you. Were you asking too much? You didn’t think so. If this was something that they wanted to do you’d do it, no hesitation.

“Mom, it’s purple,” Tim says with a raised eyebrow holding up the shirt that you’d thrown at each of them.

“And?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.

“None of us wear purple,” he says if it were obvious.

“I didn’t know that purple was off limits, I’m so sorry to have insulted your fashion sense,” you say with pursed lips.

“It’s not a color we particularly fond of mom,” Dick chimes in. “And besides this weekend is kind of busy. We all have things to do.”

“What things?” You ask asked arms crossing over your chest. “None of you ever have anything to do on the weekends you all just lay around the house.”

“Kori and I have plans,” Dick says rather quickly. “Big Plans. At our apartment. That’s not here. Not anywhere close to Gotham at all, so I won’t be able to even contemplate attending.”

“I also don’t live here and have plans,” Jason says nodding his head along with Dick’s excuse.

“I have a test,” Damian says simply, not meeting your eyes.

“I also have a test, and a weekend field trip planned… for extra credit.” Tim says in a rather unconvincing tone.

Your eyes drift over to your husband, who is visibly wracking his brain, looking for an excuse to deny your request. But he doesn’t have to, you’ve never been a pushy person. If they didn’t want to do this walk with you, you wouldn’t force them, even if it hurt your feelings.

“All right,” you say with a sigh, letting your arms fall limply to the sides in disappointment. A weak smile crosses your face, “There is always next time.”

A chorus of “Yeahs!” echo around the room, and before you can blink the room is vacated.

You’re left in the room alone, save for your husband who came to stand in front of you.  Warm large hands come to rest affectionately on your shoulders, and began to squeeze rather gently.

“Maybe next time, sweetheart,” He says pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

You don’t respond and instead dejectedly nod your head.

*** There was something wrong. More than wrong, it seemed that catastrophe had happened. They all noticed it, how quiet the house had seemed. It was a Saturday morning and everything was quiet.  There was no smell of muffins. No soft chattering in the kitchen, and no one kissed their cheeks and whispered, “good morning,” while giving them tight hugs.

They find themselves congregating in the living room, all slightly confused. They all look at each other rather confused. It’s Damian was the first to say something, “Where is mother?”

Eyes fall on Bruce first, who unfortunately could not answer the question.

“Really?” Jason says incredulously. “Batman doesn’t know where his wife is?”

“Do you want me to stalk her?” Bruce asks with a raised eyebrow.

“I think we are just a little surprised that you don’t have a tracker on her,” Dick says interjecting with a calm voice to keep the conversation from getting out of hand.

Bruce doesn’t respond at first, averting his eyes from the group, eventually he says, “I did.”

“What?”

“She did have one, she was just upset when she found it. We agreed to not have one.”

“What perceptive thinking, now she could be gone. Taken by some villain for nefarious purposes,” Damian says slightly outraged.

“It’s only been a couple of hours,” Dick says with a shrug. “We don’t know that this means anything is wrong.”

There is a quiet that fell over the room all thinking solemnly, “But there could be.”

Alfred’s familiar footsteps work their way into the living room. The slight roll of his eyes and shake of his head goes unnoticed by all of the younger males, except one.

Tim pulls his phone from his pocket, thinking he may have a clue as to where their “missing” mother might be. The walk she had been talking about was for Alzheimer’s, if he remembered correctly. As he typed the information in, it wasn’t hard to find what he was looking for, there was even new coverage of the event.

The first video that appears makes his eyes go wide, he hits play and lets the sound fill the room.

“It’s a beautiful day here in Gotham, Mark, and the walk to end Alzheimer’s is already underway. It busy today and so many more people have turned out than originally anticipated. Even a local celebrity has appeared.”

The sound causes the others to stop bickering. They turned to look at him bewilderedly as the clip continues.

“Oh, really? Who’s out there Vicki?”

“If you look just over my shoulder, you should be able to make her out.”

“Is that Mrs. Wayne?” The anchor asks in surprise.

At that they all swarmed behind him, trying to get a view of the screen. Sure enough, the woman that they called mother/wife was there.  She was talking to some of the other participants with a large smile on her face.

“I’m going to see if she’ll talk to us, Mark.”

Vicki walks up to the unsuspecting woman. It’s not until the camera is nearly shoved into her face does she notice her audience. She has a slightly surprised look on her face, but she quickly regains her composure and the lovely smile that they were all familiar with spreads across her face.

“Mrs. Wayne! How are you? We weren’t expecting you to be here today.”

“I’m fine,” she starts with a smile. “I just wanted to come out and support everyone today. This walk means a lot to me.”

“Oh, really? Is it personal?” Vicki says, genuinely interested.

“Yes, I lost my mother a little while back.”

“Really?” Vicki says in surprise.

“Yes, before I came to Gotham. She had early onset Alzheimer’s. We really didn’t know how to take care of her, and there were times we felt hopeless. I don’t want other people to have feel like that, so I came out here to walk with everyone.”

“I’m sorry for your loss, Mrs. Wayne and this is a great thing that you’re doing. Will your family be joining you today?” They saw it, for a moment, her face fall in visual disappointment. And everyone felt horrible, felt their hearts clutch in guilt.

“Unfortunately, they had prior engagements today. So, it’s just me.”

“You must be disappointed,” Vicki says with a frown.

“Of course not,” she says with a smile. “Sometimes our schedules just don’t match up.”

A woman calls out to the participants in the background, catching her attention.

“Seems like I’m needed. Nice to see you again, Vicki.”

She gives Vale and the camera a wave and begins walking away.

Tim pauses the video, leaving the frame stuck on Viki’s face as silence fills the room. The guilt in the atmosphere was palpable.

Perhaps none of them felt guiltier than Bruce. He had known about her mother and the trouble she and her family had. She had cried to him about it on the anniversary of her death not a few months ago. How could he have let her go do this alone?

“We really are just giant assholes, huh?” Jason said and everyone felt slightly surprised at his words, but no one disagreed.

Dick ran a frustrated hand through his hair, “We literally just complained about how we didn’t like the color purple.”

They sit their silently until the butler makes his presence known.

He clears his throat and they all look at him. “I took the liberty of pressing these shirts for all or you, sir. I assumed you’d be joining the mistress when you all awoke.”

A deft silence falls over the room before Bruce makes the first move. He grabs on of the shirt sitting on the top of the pile.

“Thank you, Alfred,” He says taking the shirt and slipping it on over his head. He looks back to his boys, “Hurry up, we don’t want to keep her waiting too long.”

Damien is next, silently taking the shirt from the slightly smug butler. The rest of the boys follow suit and then are out the door quickly behind their father.

A small smile plays at Alfred’s lips as he pulls out a cell phone typing in a quick message.

*** It felt strange to have so many eyes on you when you were alone. You probably shouldn’t have stopped to talk to Vicki, that definitely drew more attention on you than you wanted. Usually people didn’t recognize you if you weren’t all dressed up, and Bruce could deflect from the attention with just a smile.

A vibration runs up your thigh snapping you out your thoughts. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, a text flashes over the screen.

‘Incoming’- Alfred.

You’re confused at first and then as your mind turns over the phrase you can’t help the smile that comes over your face.

‘Thank you, Al’

You fall out of step with the group around you and head to the nearest rest station and lean up against the tree. There’s no need to text them, they’ll find you, and plus you don’t want to ruin the surprise.

Ten minutes passes and while you’re waiting and you start to get a little sleepy. Eyes close and you almost begin to dose off until a hand touches your arm lightly.

Your eyes snap open in surprise only to relax the concerned look of a young woman in front of you.

“Are you all right, Mrs. Wayne?”

The fact that everyone knows your name always takes a moment for you to get used to and causes you to hesitate for a moment before you respond with a gracious smile, “I’m fine I just needed a break.”

She nods, tight chocolate curls bouncing with the movement of your head, “I know what you mean. Sometimes I-”

She stops mid-sentence full lips pulling into a surprised ‘O’ shape. Her brown eyes flash over at you and then back in the direction behind you.

Small arms come to wrap around your waist and a head buries itself into your abdomen. You can’t help the loving smile that spreads across your face. You look down into the green eyes of your son. He opens his mouth to say something but he’s seemingly remembers something. He turns his head and narrows his eyes at the woman.

“Leave,” he says sharply. Quickly your hand finds it way over his mouth. “You’ll have to forgive him,” a deep voice starts, “He’s missed his mother, so he’s being a little selfish.”

A kiss plants itself on the side of your forehead and warmth runs over you as an arm wraps itself around your shoulders.

“O-Of course, Mr. Wayne.” The girl says with wide eyes. She backs away before turning around and working her way back to her own group of friends.

“You know she’s going to tell everyone she saw you, right?” You hum turning to look at your husband.

“Nothing we can’t handle, right?” He says with a shrug and small smirk.

“I suppose.”

“Are you guys done making goo-goo eyes at each other, we’re going to fall behind the crowd,” an irritated voice calls from the other side of you.

Confusion works its way over you face as you realize that everyone has come. Your older boys give you a smile and wave, or in Jason’s case a roll of his eyes and a smirk.

“What are you guys doing here? I thought you didn’t want to come.”

“We, didn’t know how much this meant to you, mom. So, we wanted to be here to do something for you. The way you always help us when we have problems,” Dick says with a sweet smile.

Your heart melts at his words, “But how did you guys find out?”

“We saw you talking to, Vicki. We felt like jerks when we found out about your mom, mom.” Tim says with a slight shrug. “Alfred also helped a little, with the guilt trip.”

“I’ll have to thank him when we get home then.”

“You should have told us,” Damian says with a little bite in his tone. He pulls away from your waist to glare up at you, “If I had known, I certainly would have made sure that everyone was present, purple or not.”

“It’s not a mother’s job to lay her burdens on her children,” you say ruffling his hair smiling as his sharp eyes relaxing at your words and touch. “It means a lot to me that you came, though.”

“Of course,” he says with a haughty nod of his head. “I would never abandon you.”

“Hey, don’t be such a suck up, brat.” Jason interrupts. “We all showed up.”

“Yes, well it matters more that I’m here because I’m her favorite,” Damian says with a smirk.

“You don’t know that!” Tim suddenly snaps, cool demeanor breaking.

“What, you don’t actually believe her when she says we’re all her favorite, do you? How much of a child can you be?” The smirk on young boy’s face irritates his elder brothers.

“Listen, brat-” Jason starts but Dick interjects placing his hands on both Tim and Jason’s shoulders.

“I think we all know who’s her favorite.”

The others open their mouths to retort but when Dick nods his head in a direction and the rest of the boys turn to look, they all let out a sigh.

Hands entwined you and Bruce are already walking back down the trail catching up to the rest of the group. He whispers something to you and you let out a laugh that makes you sound like a school girl.

“We always lose to him,” Tim says slightly irritated.

The other boys grunt in agreement.

Damian is the first to make his way toward you, his pace in a light jog, “At least we all know I’m her second favorite.”

“Not likely, brat,” Jason calls chasing after him.

Tim and Dick and follow after the pair quickly.

You look back to see your boys catching up to you smile. You were lucky to have such sweet boys.

[batmomimagines]

Explanations

Prompt: Batmom meets Damian Wayne

A/N: This one is based off of Son of Batman. Also, I may or may not add one of the girls or Terry next!

“Sweetheart, if you want me to visit you that badly then I’ll come to Blüdhaven tomorrow.” You said, sighing into the phone. Dick may be a full-grown adult, but he could act like such a kid sometimes. 

“Mommmm!” Dick whined, “I need you to come over now!”

You shook your head and smirked in amusement as you rummaged through your purse to find the house key. “It’s too late now, Richard. I promise I’ll be there early tomorrow morning.” 

Your oldest son groaned and you could practically hear him stomp his feet on the ground like a child throwing an ugly tantrum. “What if I told you I was dying from all the injuries I got on patrol?” 

“Then I wouldn’t believe you.” You replied dryly before smiling triumphantly when you finally found that darned key.

You inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it. On a regular day, you wouldn’t have to do this as Alfred always somehow knew when you were outside the door, but you supposed he was busy today.

Dick sighed in defeat, “Fine, but be here by six. Come earlier if you have to, just not later.”

“Was that so hard to accept, baby bird?” You teased, turning the doorknob and pushing the door itself open. 

“Bye, mom.” Dick chuckled, “Take care of yourself, all right?”

You walked inside the dim manor and nodded, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. “Always do. Now go get some sleep, Dick. I’ll be there before you even wake up.” 

“Okay.” Dick murmured, “Love you, mom.” 

You smiled softly, “I love you too, Dickie.” 

With that you hung up the phone and closed the door behind you. After making sure it was locked, you walked into the kitchen and turned on the lights. 

You placed your purse, phone, and keys on the counter before going over to the sink to wash your hands. 

After that, you pulled your hair into a messy bun and rubbed your tired eyes. 

“So Pennyworth was lying.” An unfamiliar voice said, scaring the living shit out of you. “He isn’t the only servant here after all.” 

You gasped and immediately turned, only for your eyes to lock with with a pair of green ones. They somehow reminded you of something - or someone. If it hadn’t been for those differentiating irises, you would’ve though your husband had gotten himself de-aged. 

“Who are you?” Was the first question you asked, slightly unnerved by how similar he looked to a younger Bruce. 

“Father didn’t tell you?” Damian questioned, pursing him lips. You slowly shook your head. “Pennyworth must be his favorite servant then.” 

“Alfred’s not a servant.” You said, defending the man you saw as your father. “And neither am I.”

The young boy scrunched up his nose, “Then what else can you be?” 

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. “Follow me, kid.” You said, “Your ‘father’ has a lot of things to explain.”

Normally, Damian would never let a stranger - and a woman who wasn’t his mother, no less - order him around, but by the tone of your voice, he knew better than to argue. 

Down in the batcave, Bruce and Alfred were looking up at the screen that was showing Ra’s Al Ghul’s revival from the Lazarus Pit on a loop. 

Bruce’s ears perked when he heard two sets of footsteps.

Alfred, who heard the footsteps as well, raised an eyebrow and continued to sip his tea. “It may seem that Miss Y/N is finally home from her night out with those loud friends of hers.”

“Girls’ night, Alfred.” You said, having been close enough to hear the older man’s words. "I don’t know why you hate calling it that so much.”

“She’s with Damian, isn’t she?” Bruce muttered.

“Why, yes I am, Bruce.” You said, reaching the last step with Damian following closely behind you.

“I can explain.” Your husband sighed, turning his chair around so that he could face you. He saw Damian peek out from behind you, looking quite curious and he couldn’t help but smile. 

In the few hours that he knew about him, the boy never looked nor acted his age until now. It was your effect, there was no doubt about it in Bruce’s mind.

“Well, I—” You started, glancing at Damian before correcting, “we hope so. It’s the reason we came down here in the first place.”

The billionaire rested his eyes on you, only to see you look down at his son with a somewhat hidden maternal affection. 

You couldn’t help it. He just looked so much like Bruce! If you and Bruce had ever had a son, Damian—as you now know was his name—was exactly how you’d imagined him to look like. Well, maybe except for the eyes. You personally always hoped your children would inherit Bruce’s.

“Y/N,” Bruce said, conflicted on how he should tell you. You knew all about what Talia had done to him all those years ago, and it was the main reason why you hated the woman so much. Rape was inexcusable to you, regardless of who did it. “This is Damian. Damian Wayne, my son.”

Even though you already suspected it, it still left you speechless to hear your husband declare those words out loud. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. 

“And Damian,” Bruce continued, “This is Y/N Wayne, my wife and your…stepmother.”

The awkward atmosphere didn’t go away even when Alfred announced that he was going back upstairs to fetch some more tea. In fact, it only made the it worse.

Your brain instinctively started working like some kind of motherboard as thoughts flooded your mind and different feelings constricted your chest. Confusion, wonder, and betrayal being the main ones you could identify.

You suddenly looked down and locked eyes with your husband’s son for the second time tonight. And suddenly it all clicked.

Your head snapped up, “He’s Talia’s, isn’t he? The day she—” You said, abruptly cutting yourself off.

Bruce slowly nodded,.

He wasn’t afraid that you’d hate Damian. He knew you wouldn’t. You would never blame a parent’s sins on their child. It just wasn’t who you were. 

You took in a deep breath and checked your watch. “We’ll discuss this in the morning.” You exhaled, “I have to wake up early tomorrow and I can’t deal with this right now.” 

“I understand and I’m not asking you to,” Bruce said, standing up to walk closer to you and Damian. 

You chuckled, noticing how wary he was. “This doesn’t change anything, you know that right?” You said, trying to assure whatever doubts he had. “I’m not blaming you or Damian for anything.” 

Damian blinked, obviously not use to hearing such words. 

“I know,” His father responded, cracking a genuine smile.

Damian tensed as a warm and delicate hand hesitantly touched his shoulder. “Has Alfred shown you your room yet, Damian?” You asked in a tone no one had ever spoken to him in.

He didn’t know what to say so he merely nodded.

You weren’t offended. It had taken some time for your other children to settle in as well. It would be foolish of you to think that Bruce’s biological son would be any different.

“Then how about I take you on a short tour around the manor? I’m quite the tour guide, you know.”

Damian reluctantly accepted, and you hoped Dick would understand if you happened to be late tomorrow.

[uncpanda]

Meeting the Family

Prompt: Batfam meets Batmom’s large extended family

AN: I interrupt our string of votes to bring you an actual story. Enjoy!

Words: 1490

          You’re more than a little surprised when your brother walks through your office door. Though not technically an employee of Wayne Enterprises, your office space is still in the building, just one of the perks of your husband owning the building. That also means your security is top notch, and well, you haven’t seen anyone from your family in about ten years.

          All of this is what’s running through your mind as your brother, your baby brother just stands there and fidgets. “You’re still drifting off I see.”

          You shrug and point to one of the chairs, on the opposite side of the room. There’s several minutes of silence, as you take in the changes on your brother, before you ask, “What are you doing here, Ricky?”

          “Mom’s in the hospital … It’s bad. She wants to see you.”

          That takes you by surprise. Your fight was never with your mother; it was just a side effect of the war with your father. “What’s wrong?”

          He shrugs. “Kidney failure, she wants to come off treatment. She won’t listen to anyone. The doctors say she still has a chance you know. If she continues her treatments, and waits for a transplant. Either way she wants to see you.” You open your mouth to say something but he stops you “This isn’t about dad, it’s about mom. The fight wasn’t with her, it wasn’t with any of us but dad. It was you who chose to leave. It was you who cut us off.”

          You nod. “You’re right, I did.”

          “She’s your mother, and she’s dying. You should see her.”

          “I won’t make any promises.”

          Your brother stares at you for a moment before laying an envelope on the table, and walking out.

          You debate on going for several days. Bruce is out of town on business for the week, and the boys are all gone as well. It’s just you and Alfred in the manor. And while the butler doesn’t pry he does acknowledge something is wrong.

          It all comes out two nights later about the fight that separated you from your family. The fight that ended up leading you to Bruce. The fight that led the two of you to each of the boys. “It’s weird how a fight that, at that time, nearly ended my world, led me to a brand new one. One I wouldn’t change for the world. “

          Alfred just smiles. “If you called Master Bruce he’d return home to go with you.”

          You shake your head. “No, I think this is something I need to do alone.”

          You’re packed and out the door several hours later. You catch a last minute flight, and you just go. It’s nearly midnight when you get to the hospital, suitcase in tow. You follow the nurse to her room. She leaves you at the door with instructions, to try and not wake her. You agree and slip into the room.

          Your eyes focus on the woman in the bed. She looks frail, and much too thin. Her hair though is still brushed, and delicately styled, your sister’s doing no doubt. And she’s dressed in nice looking pajamas.

          You prop your suitcase against the wall and move to the chair beside her bed. You just sit there staring at her. You study the changes and with a feeling of sadness you realize she’s actually gotten older, not old, just older. At the same time, it hits you. You’ve gotten older too. You have a husband, and kids now. You have a successful business. Things have changed not only for you, but for them as well.

At some point in the night, you turn to a book. You’re nearly halfway through when a voice whispers, “You always did have your nose in a book. Couldn’t get enough of them. You’d always beg her for one more chapter when she’d read to you before bed.”

You book mark your page and turn towards the voice. Your father is still very much like how you remembered him. He’s tall, and wide, but his hair has a lot more gray in it now, and there are more lines along his face.

He gestures with his head and you follow him out. “I didn’t expect you to come.”

You cross your arms. “I wasn’t completely sure I would myself.”

“She’ll be happy to see you.” You just acknowledge the statement with a nod. “I suppose we need to talk.”

You shrug, suddenly feeling like that twenty something again. “I don’t see why. We both said all we needed to all those years ago.”

He looks you in the eye and says, “I want to make things right.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

“It’s been ten years.”

“And a lot has changed in those years. Right now, I’m here for Mom.”

“Which means you’re here for me. She wanted you here so we could settle things. She wanted to make sure that you had your family in case something went wrong, or something went right. She wanted you to have us around for when you got married, when you have kids. She’s terrified you’ll be alone.”

“And what do you want?” You ask. He just looks at you confused. You shrug and say, “So far everything has been about what Mom wants. What do you want?”

He stares at you for a minute before he says “I want my daughter back.”

You nod. “Small steps. This was a good first one.”

Without another word, you slip back into the room. Your father is right behind you and he takes the seat on the opposite side of the bed. Neither of you say anything, but you don’t go back to your book either.

          Your mother wakes up at about eight in the morning. She opens her eyes and she comes to life. There’s tears when she sees you, and a lot of saying sorry on both your parts. Your father just watches. You take her hand and don’t let go for several hours.

          Over the next several days you see a lot of family you haven’t seen in a long time. Some greet you with smiles, others with nods. Overall, you spend a lot of time with your mother and siblings. Things start looking up, and then suddenly something happens. No one’s quite sure what, but suddenly her blood pressure starts to drop, and you’re pushed out of the room, as she’s rushed back to emergency surgery.

          You’re a bit disoriented, as you watch the family surround each other. You consider joining in, but they’ve formed this little cocoon, and you can’t help but feel there isn’t a place for you there anymore.

          You watch from the outside, your arms wrapped around yourself. Till a noise you’d know anywhere hits your ears. A very tired looking Bruce rounds the corner, with the boys trailing after him. Dick and Jason are on the lookout for you while Tim and Damian bicker about something.

          You smile as Bruce’s eyes lock onto you. You meet him halfway, and he pulls you into an embrace. That feeling of safeness washes over you, and you allow the tears to come. Bruce guides you away from your family and suddenly the boys are all trying to reach you.

          They’ve never seen you cry, and you imagine it’s a bit unsettling for them. You hug and kiss each of them, before explaining the situation. Bruce disappears, and once you’ve collected yourself, they go with you back to the waiting room.

          You can see the curious looks on your family’s faces. And you do your best to smile and say, “Everyone, these are my sons. This is Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. And my husband Bruce will be along any minute.”

          Almost if by magic, Bruce appears and says, “I’ve got her moved to a better hospital room, a private room. Not a private room, that can be turned into a semi private hospital. I’ve also called Lee, she’s flying in to take a look, and she has some recommendations for doctors that might be able to help her a bit more until she comes up on the transplant list.”

          Before you can even say ‘thank you’, your brother says, “And where the hell is all that money coming from?”

          Bruce just raises an eyebrow and says, “Me. I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Y/N’s husband, Bruce Wayne. I’ve take care of her medical bills, everything is settled. And my company donates quite a bit of money to this hospital every year, so they’ve comped the private room. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get my wife something to eat.”

          Without another word he begins guiding you down the hallway, the boys following behind, with smiles on their faces; and you can’t help but smile, because your family is right here with you.

[soriseerakyra]

Right Under Their Noses

This was a request for @omg-gilliankazoo-me made.. a while ago.. Sorry it took so long and also ended up being longer then intended… Anyway enjoy!

Dick was more than a little conflicted. The woman that held hands with his adoptive father seemed nice enough, but a beautiful face had become a problem on multiple different occasions.  

His eyes scanned around the cabin of Bruce’s private plane and he could feel his foot start to tap with a nervous edge, if she wanted, this would be the perfect place to pull the rug out from under them and reveal herself to be the mastermind she was. Granted his paranoid thoughts were brought on by history rather than by any actions that she had taken, but one could never be too careful.

“Don’t stare too hard or she’s going to know somethings up,” his brother Tim stated as he typed away on his laptop.

“There’s not much else to stare at, we haven’t even taken off yet,” Dick whispered back slightly annoyed. “Have you found anything yet?”

“No,” Tim says solemnly. “No bombs, no tracking signals, no guns.”

“It’s almost like she’s just Bruce’s girlfriend,” a harsh voice comments.

Dick’s blue eyes shift to meet his other brother, Jason, who hadn’t even bothered to move his eyes from the window to acknowledge Dick’s presence.

“And how many times have they just been his girlfriend?” Dick questions tersely.

Jason rolls his eyes in consent but adds, “the kid seems to be all right with her.”

Dick’s gaze slides back over to where Bruce and the woman were sitting and met green eyes glaring at him from in between the seats. Dick had to admit that it was strange for Damian to have taken a liking to anyone, and he was surprised how quickly his youngest brother had formed an attachment to the woman.

“That makes it even worse, what if she’s mind controlled them somehow?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Tim adds.

Jason’s eyes left the window to look at the concern laced in his older brother’s eyes. He shifted his gaze to the woman and Bruce. As much as he hated it, he couldn’t agree with Dick that the woman had Bruce under some sort of mind control or was manipulating him and the kid for her own gain. She looked at him with just as much admiration that he gave her.

“Whatever,” he mumbles casting his gaze back to the tarmac.

“The plane is clean,” Tim pipes up.

“She must be planning something for when we land,” Dick mumbles.

“A kidnapping maybe?” Tim muses. “Maybe we should try and subdue her now. She wouldn’t be able to take on the five of us.”

“I’m not helping you idiots,” Jason adds his eyelids falling shut.

“Four of us,” Tim corrects.

“Bruce wouldn’t help us either and Damian probably won’t.”

“Two of us, those aren’t very good odds.”

“When we land we just need to get her alone, then we can strike and find out what her plan is.”

“I would like to posit one last time that she’s probably a normal woman.”

Tim and Dick roll their eyes at Jason.

“Why are you even here?” Dick questions. “I didn’t think that you would have actually wanted to come on vacation with us.”

“She invited me,” Jason responds with a shrug, “and that invitation came with a promise of my own room at the opposite end of the hotel, so the only time I have to spend with you losers is on the plane ride here and back.”

“She got to you too,” Dick mutters, arms crossing over his chest indignantly.

There were a few moments of silence before that door to the private plane finally shut and one of two stewardesses came to give safety instructions. Not to long after the plane was in the air, Dick searched his carry-on bag for any inflight entertainment.

‘Shit’ he thought when he opened the bag and realized that the only thing that he had with him was his half-charged cellphone. Dick slammed his head back onto the headrest, ready to spend the hours long flight in complete boredom.

Twenty minutes later a warm hand slipped onto Dicks shoulder, catching his attention. He felt his cheeks warm when his gazed met the ruby red lipped smile of the stewardess.

“I was asked to give this to you,” she said politely. The woman slipped a tablet into his hands. “Internet is already to go.”

“Thank you?”

“Oh, it’s no problem, your mother had us prepare them, she was worried that one of you might forget to bring something.”

“She’s not my mother,” Dick states flatly, the butterflies from the pretty stewardess gone. As he turns forward in his seat.

His sudden cold demeanor startled the woman and she almost flinched back from him.

“S-sorry,” she says walking away quickly.

Dick’s eyes find themselves on the woman who had fallen rather silent now as she tapped away on the device she had on her lap. Seemingly able to feel his eyes on her she looked at him and flashed him a small smile. Dick quickly cut his eyes away from the woman, afraid that if he looked at her he would find himself smiling back at her.

***

“Are Dick and Tim mad at me?” you ask softly. Bruce’s blue orbs slide worriedly over to meet yours and the and on your waist, gives you a reassuring squeeze and uses the other to hit the button to call the elevator.

“Not that I know of, why?”

“On the plane,” you start, “it seemed like they weren’t happy to be there, and since I’m the one who thought it would be a good idea to bring them I thought that maybe that they were a little angry.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Bruce says with a smile.

“Maybe we should have spent more time together back at home rather than just up and bringing them on a vacation,” you muse as the elevator doors close and the compartment starts to go up the shaft. “We’ve been dating for almost a year, but they don’t really know me, I imagine it’s uncomfortable being on a trip with a stranger.”

The elevator open to the top floor, the floor that Bruce had rented for the duration of your vacation.

“Maybe,” he says after thinking on it for some time.

The suite that you, Bruce and Damian would be staying was located at the end of the hall. Each of the boys had all already gone to their rooms, seemingly finding being in your and Bruce’s presence for a few extra minutes while you finished checking in simply unbearable.

You hadn’t let Bruce know, but he’d already figured out the fact that the boys weren’t comfortable around you nagged at the back of your mind. When you first got serious about your relationship with Bruce, he’d told you what to expect with his children, that they all had their guards up in one way or another, but you hadn’t expected them to hold you at arm’s length the way they did, to not even try to get to know you.

You entered the large penthouse suite and felt your heart flutter slightly at the size of it all. You still weren’t used to the lavishness of which Bruce lived, and he was very nonchalant about it all.

“We could have fit everyone in here,” you comment as you wander around the suite, admiring the cream-colored walls and cool black marble of the floor.

“No one wants to spend vacation in the room with their parents,” he says absently.

You feel a blush run over your cheeks but you don’t say anything.

There was a knock on the door, Bruce being closest opens the door and reveals a bell hop and a maid.

“Hello, Mr. Wayne, we’ve brought your luggage, and can put it all away for you if you would like.”

“Sure,” he says with the smile and moves aside to let both in.

The maid and the bell hop come inside with the first of your bags and greet you with a smile when they see you.

“Which bedroom?” she questions you.

“Um, the Master Bedroom I guess,” you say awkwardly, slightly uncomfortable with the idea of having someone trifle through your things.

Noticing your nerves, Bruce smiles, “Why don’t you explore the hotel, I’ll make sure everything gets set up properly.”

“Okay,” you say with a relieved smile.

One of the bedroom doors opens and reveals the youngest Wayne.

“Have they brought the bags up yet?” Damian asks.

“Just now,” you smile, “Why don’t you come explore the hotel with me while we wait for them to unpack everything?”

Damian’s green eyes blink at you for a moment before he nods his head in agreement.

“It would be best to scout out our surroundings in a foreign place.”

You toss a raised eyebrow at Bruce who shakes his head slightly embarrassed.

“Come on then,” you say with a smile.

  “I’m telling you she’s up to something,” Dick says angrily.

“So, she just had Bruce fly us all to the Bahamas, rent out the top floor of an extremely popular hotel and gave us our own separate rooms, that we asked for by the way, so that she could what? Relax us to death?” Jason quips.

“It’s not like bad guys have never had overly complicated plans before,” Tim adds.

“I just don’t understand why you guys can’t be happy the Bruce has found a normal woman for once and let them be.”

“Because nothing that happens to him is ever normal, Jason!” Dicks says exasperatedly. “Who does he talk to outside of us or the league? No one. He goes to work in the morning as Bruce Wayne, he comes home at Night and is the Batman, there’s no in between, no down time. Then ten months ago, this woman just shows up and they’re dating and he gives her a job at the company?”

“It’s not like he’s never dated before or given someone a job,” Jason states with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, but all of them had a history,” Tim adds in as he pulls his laptop from his bag.

“What?”

“She’s a ghost Jason, no past, no present, and if we have anything to say about it, no future.”

“Not even a fake I.D.?” Jason asks standing behind Tim has he watches him pull up the woman’s file on the screen.

“Just a name and a birthdate,” Tim says solemnly.

“Bruce would know all of this then,” Jason states, “Why wouldn’t he tell us at least so we could be on our guard.”

“Blackmail, maybe she has something over him.”

“You do know we are talking about Batman, right?”

“Like I said earlier, brainwashing” Dicks says.

“The kid too?” Jason questions.

“It would explain why he warmed up to her so fast.”

“Guys,” Dick states looking at his brothers, “We’ve got to break whatever hold she’s got on them and fast before she carries out whatever her plan is. Then when they’re free we put her in jail just like we do with all of the other bad guys.”

“Shouldn’t we question her? Figure out what it is she actually wants?”

“Yeah, I mean that was part of the arrest her thing, but I figured that was implied.”

There was an awkward silence as the boys looked at each other.

“Hey guys,” a voice called from the door a long with a knock.

Dick went to open the door and found the woman there standing with Damian looking expectantly at him.

“We were going to go explore the hotel, any of you want to come?” She asked with a wide smile. Her tone seemed happy, and the crinkle of the skin around her eyes made the question seem genuine, but Dick couldn’t help but think of all of the women who’d come before and how real they seemed.

“We are actually on our way back to our rooms, jet leg,” he said curtly. He felt his heart stir slightly when the smile dropped off her face in disappointment and squashed it down inside of him.

Damian looked at him skeptically with a raised eyebrow and a questioning cock of his head, “So weak that you couldn’t handle a quick flight Grayson? We didn’t even change time zones.”

“Yeah well, this was short notice and I didn’t sleep well on the plane,” Dick adverted his eyes from the pair and though he could tell that he was being absurdly childish, he couldn’t stop his annoyed tone.

“All right then,” she said with a nice tone and a pleasant smile but none of the warmth reached her eyes. “It’s just me and Damian then.”

Dick watched as the pair walked down to the hall toward the elevator and then closed the door behind him.

“You could stop being such an asshole to her, if she’s this evil genius you claim she is, you’re going to let her know that you are on to her.” Jason comments from the bed looking over the files on Tim’s laptop.

“I can’t help it.” Dick says plopping down on one of the chairs close to the bed, “it just comes out when I talk to her.”

“We should get some data on her,” Tim says only half listening to the conversation as he fiddled with a small camera that he pulled out of his backpack. “We don’t know anything about her and fighting blindly isn’t smart, we should follow her while she’s walking around the resort.”

Jason and Dick lock eyes with each other and nod in agreement.

“Let’s go do some recon then.”

*** 

It wasn’t hard to tell that the boys were following you. You’d caught Jason’s eye not too long after you entered the dining room and you’d probably would have shrugged him off if he had broken eye contact with you like he normally does, instead his overly friendly gaze caused you to be more aware of your surroundings. After that your keen eyes caught sight of Tim at a corner table in the hotels dining room enjoying whatever food was placed in front of him rather inconspicuously. As you and Damian moved to check out the gift shop, you’d spotted Dick halfheartedly flirting with the bartender not too far away from the store.

“What do you think?” Damian questioned as he turned to show you the pair of sun glasses that he had slipped on.

“Very practical,” you answered absentmindedly after glassing at the wide black frames on the small boy’s head.

Noticing your lack of attention, he turned to gaze at his brother who was pretending to be flattered by the bartender’s attention.

“They think you’re some kind of evil mastermind,” he comments nonchalantly as he placed the frames back on the stand, deciding he didn’t like the feel of the cheap plastic.

“They said that?” you ask worriedly.

“More or less,” he said with a shrug, “I read their lips on the plane, they thought you were going to try and kidnap us, I’m sure they still have the same concerns.”

“Why would they think that?”

“Father doesn’t have the very best taste in women. And besides they aren’t completely wrong about you, are they?”

You meet the green eyes of the small boy and roll yours with a sight, “I’m not saying they don’t have a need to be wary I just thought that your father would have told them about me already.”

“We aren’t exactly open with our secrets,” he says fiddling with a beige pair of glasses that caught his eyes. “How would you tell them that your significant other is a former assassin and is not going to try and kill you.”

“No wonder they hate me so much,” you say with a sigh. “I specifically asked Bruce if they knew about me.”

“That’s a question open to several interpretative answers,” Damian said looking at himself in the shop mirror before shaking his head and placing the pair of glasses back.

“I’ll be back,” you mumble.

“Hey, how much are these?” Damian asks the shop owner who rolls his large weary eyes at the demanding boy.

“They’re imported,” he responds gruffly, “So they cost more, than the others.

The boy waves you away with a hand as he continues to pursue the selection of the shop.

Making your way over to the bar where Dick sat you take a seat next to him.

“So, are you here with your family?” asks the brunette bartender asks Dick ignoring your presence.

“Yes,” he says abstinently as he sharp blue eyes meet yours skeptically.

“Can I have a beer please?” you ask sweetly trying to get her attention.

“Yeah, sure,” she says not meeting your gaze. “How long are you here for?”

“Oh, only a week,” you say interrupting, “I would have planned for longer but we have better service back home and I didn’t know how long I could deal with rude bartenders.”

She cuts her amber eyes at you ready with a snarky comment but your words finally register in her mind.

“Oh! Is this your mo-“

“No,” Dick interjects turning his body to face you entirely, “Can you bring me a beer too, please?”

“S-sure.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment but when she comes back with two glasses and two bottles of whatever the house beer was. You push aside the glass and take swig from the bottle and put it back on the bar.

Dick does the same watching you warily.

“We need to talk,” you say watching as he places the bottle down.

“Going to confess?” he questions with a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe,” you say looking around the room catching the curious eyes of his other brothers who snapped their attention away from you when you caught them staring. “I’m just worried my confession won’t be as devious as you suspect it of being. Kidnapping isn’t a specialty of mine, after all.”

“You were listening?”

“No, but a little bird told me.”

“Damian,” he says with a roll of his eyes.

“Get your brothers and come to our room after you guys are all done down here,” you say patting him on the shoulder.  “I’ll answer any questions you guys have, okay?”

His blue orbs meet yours and with a sigh he nods his head before taking another swig of his drink.

You smile and pick up your bottle and walk back to the gift shop where you left Damian.

Dick watches with a frown as he watches Damian almost perk up at your return and how he follows you the way a hatchling would follow the mother duck.

“Get anything?” Jason questions as he comes up to Dick’s side Tim coming up behind him.

“Wants us to meet her in Bruce’s room, said that she’d tell us everything.”

“Should we go?”

“I don’t think it’s a trap,” Tim says, “There doesn’t seem to be anything particularly suspicious about the resort, nothing delivered out of the ordinary, normal population, and normal crime rate.”

“So, safe,” Jason says with a shrug. “At least here on the resort. If it’s just her in the room we can take her.”

Dick downs the rest of his drink before standing up, “Let’s go then.”

 ***

Bruce took a sip of his drink as he sat against the couch with crossed legs flipping through the pages of a book that he’d brought with him. Next to him Damian did the same. Their relaxed attitude completely at odds with the tense posture of the boys who sat with you at the small dining table.

The table around you was silent and you bit your lip in hesitation.  You let out a sigh and rubbed the back of your neck nervously and then took a sip of the margarita placed in front of you.

“When Damian was five, I left the League of Assassins,” you state looking in each pair of blue eyes.

You watched as they digested your words and the idea ran through their minds.

“W-what?” Dick speaks up first. He’d certainly suspected that you were who you said you were but he wasn’t expecting you to be so…forthcoming with the information.

“You all enjoy saving people, don’t you?” You question.

The boys don’t say anything just stare at you still stunned.

“Even if you get a little lost on the way,” you say eyes lingering on Jason’s form. “Bruce has instilled in you the want to help people, to protect people. And if you wanted to stop being your ‘other selves’, I’m sure you’d still find ways to help people, because it’s a part of who you are now.”

You swish the drink in your glass around, watching the ice melt slowly, “It was like that for me when I was a part of the league. Except, I couldn’t stop killing people. There wasn’t a moment in my mind when I wasn’t consumed by rage, or the urge to get my next target. That kind of thing wares on a person, even if they don’t realize it.”

“Well, you did, stop I mean,” Tim starts, “Seeing as you’re here now. How did that happen?”

You take a sip of your drink, “I was six when an assassin from the league was hired to kill my parents and they took me as a bonus. I was 13 when Bruce left the League. I never got a chance to meet him or talk with him, but I was old enough to understand that there was a hole that he left there. And that it gave Ra’s al Ghul a rage that we hadn’t really seen before.

“I-we, trained hard. Kids like me were told that we were given a second chance at life at the whim of the League and that we shouldn’t even dare to think about being defiant the way that Bruce had been, and we didn’t, we weren’t. We wanted to do things that made the people who we thought of as our parents happy. If that meant killing an old man or a baby we did it. And it when on like this for years,

“I was 16 when I met Talia for the first time. We were, close, as close as the two of us could be. When she had Damian, I was there. And for the first years of his life I cared for him. She was happy with the arrangement, since mothering never came naturally to Talia, and I got to have a small family that was all my own. When He was four and just climbed his first mountain. Both she and Ra’s were ecstatic about it and I watched as they put him through the same training that I was forced to do. And he progressed fast. Every day I watched him grow and get stronger, harder, deadlier.

“When he was away from me, I worried about what type of danger he was in, what was she teaching him, how was she corrupting him.”

“You loved him,” Dick states watching as the boy’s green eyes flash over to his momentarily.

“I adored him,” you correct with a smile on your face. “And I thought that I would eventually be able to let go like that but I couldn’t. The more attached that I got to Damian the more I realized that I couldn’t stand what I was doing. Killing people didn’t make me happy anymore, it just made me worry for him,

“When I asked Ra’s if I could detach myself from the mission side of the organization he agreed. I was so happy, all I would have to do was one last mission, and I could finally have some sort of peace.”

“What was the mission?” Jason questions.

“Murder a diplomat’s daughter, it was for revenge. The man had crossed the League in some way and I had to take care of it. It was nothing I hadn’t done before, so I thought it would be easy. Of course, it wasn’t. When I snuck into her room and saw that she wasn’t any older than Damian, I couldn’t do it, and so I ran and I never went back

“I travelled for a couple of years’ land made money doing jobs as a mercenary as well as I could eventually Talia came for me and after what was supposed to be a fight to the death ended in a stalemate, she told me that she’d left Damian, in the care of his father and I couldn’t help but want to find him and see what type of heathen’s care she’d left Damian in.”

“And you found Bruce.”

“Exactly, and then I told him my story. He allowed me to work for him and gave me a new name.”

“That can’t be all there is too it, how did you convince him to help you?”

“Damian helped, the rest is private,” you say with a teasing smile on your face causing the faces of the boys to flush in embarrassment and elicit a chuckle from Bruce.

“I can’t tell you everything I’ve done, or who I’ve hurt, I don’t want to go back to that place, but I hope you know I want nothing more than to protect not just Damian, but you guys too,” you end with a warm smile on your face.

“Also,” Bruce interjects, “If she was an evil mastermind you all did a horrible job at letting her know that you were on to her. That whispering you were doing on the plane, absolutely horrible.”

“It was a small space, the sound probably bounced off the walls, we were perfectly stealthy,” Dick rationalizes.

“I told you that you both were being ridiculous,” Jason says pushing himself away from the table, standing up and stretching.

“It’s not like she wasn’t an assassin though, she’s just the good kind,” Tim says with a shrug and then turns his attention to you, “Sorry we thought you were going to kidnap us.”

“It’s no big deal, I’m happy that you all are so proactive. There so much I could teach you all,” you saw swooning slightly, “Non-lethal things of course.”

“Sorry for thinking you were an evil monster,” Dick said sheepishly. “Hopefully we can get to know each other while on vacation.”

“Weeelll,” you start your fingers fidgeting slightly, “Technically I’m the only one on vacation.”

“What?” Jason questioned suddenly reengaging in the conversation.

“You didn’t actually think I was going to leave Gotham for a week unprotected without a reason, did you?” Bruce interjected.

“So, this,” Dick motioned to the room, “Is part of the mission,”

“If it makes you feel better, I picked out the hotels and the rooms, wanted you to be comfortable when you come back to rest,” you say with a sweet smile.

“Ugh,” the three boys groan in unison.

“Honestly, you all were so distracted you didn’t notice the obvious recon that Ummi and I were doing earlier,” Damian says haughtily.

You flush at the term of endearment, but only Bruce seems to notice as he glances over at you with a smile.

“What recon?” Tim questions skeptically, glancing between the two of you.

“The man at the gift shop is a smuggler,” you say matter of factly, “We believe that he is smuggling ingredients into the island for Scarecrow and a new fear toxin he’s working on.”

“What?!” They question.

“And the woman who was working the bar, is the daughter of one of the chemists act the facility,” Damian said bringing up an image on his phone showing the bartender hugging a woman in a lab coat.

“Why, didn’t you say anything?” Tim questioned Bruce.

“A house divided can’t stand,” Bruce said simply, “You all were so worried about what she might do you didn’t pay attention to your surroundings. There is already a chance that some of us may accidently get exposed to the toxin, so I brought you as back up. But having you distracted by the fear that you all built up would have made the situation almost impossible to navigate.”

The boys look away slightly ashamed.

“Well then,” you say finishing off your drink. “You boys better get ready, the suns about to set and the quicker you wrap this up the quicker we can have an actual vacation.”

Dick looks at you with a smirk, “Let’s get started then.”

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“How do you make babies ?” - Batman x Reader

Just a short little DRABBLE (am I doing this right ?) I kept thinking about :). Written in half an hour, during my lunch break, because why not, right ? I hope you’ll like it : 

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It was rare, to see the Batman flustered. 

In fact, Clark was pretty sure he could count on his fingers how many time he saw Bruce GENUINELY flustered. Not while at a gala, faking it all and acting modest and embarrassed. 

No no no, actually blushing and not knowing what to say. Slurring his words and feeling almost panicked. Totally and utterly…flustered.

Each times Superman saw it happened, it was because of you, of course. 

You knew exactly what to say to make Bruce’s cheeks go red, and to leave his brain blank. It would never last, unfortunately. He’d always regain composure fast, but still. It was nonetheless very entertaining to witness. 

Especially since before Clark met you, he only knew your husband as either the extremely stoic and serious Batman, or smug and arrogant Bruce Wayne. 

What a nice surprise, to discover he was actually a normal human being, who’d sometimes get very nervous and agitated around the woman he loves, no matter how long they’ve been together. Simply because she knew which buttons to push, and would always gladly do so. 

Oh yes. It was one of your little guilty pleasure, to embarrass your husband in front of his (true) friends. You also had the bad habit to embarrass your children whenever you thought the opportunity was right. But hey, they gave you enough troubles that you felt you had the right to tease them a bit sometimes.

However, actually seeing Bruce in that state still happened rarely. And it never NEVER took place when up in the Watchtower. 

The rare times Clark saw Bruce Wayne lose all his countenance and blush, was in the intimacy of his own house. Or when your family would visit his, in Metropolis. Long story short, whenever you’d all be out of your superheroes’ costumes.  

It seemed like Bruce always somehow made sure you weren’t around when the Watchtower was full. He knew you well, and knew how it was very tempting for you to tease the hell out of him in front of everyone, and hereby, making him blush ! Though with his mask it was less obvious…He had a reputation to maintain ! 

And people like Green Lantern or Aquaman would NEVER let him leave that down if they ever saw him getting flustered because of whatever you said ! They’d surely make bad impressions of you and annoy him every chance they got. 

For this reason, Bruce always expertly managed to be up the watchtower while you weren’t, and vice versa. Then again, you’d go up there almost only during emergencies anyway or to pick up one of your kids (so not staying long), so it wasn’t very hard to “avoid you” when surrounded by all your “superfriends”. 

And since it was always emergencies, you wouldn’t even think about teasing your husband. Bruce always thought things through, and he was most definitely NEVER going to let you have the best of him in front of such an audience. 

But hey, even your detective of a husband made mistakes sometimes, and didn’t plan that some things would happen. 

Like, for example, his youngest son, Thomas, asking something like : “How do you make babies ?” in front of everyone. 

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The first time they called you “mom” - Batmom x Batboys

I…Did not plan on writing this. But today, I wanted to reply to some asks about the Batfam (more particularly about Batmom), and um…Well I got so carried away on the very first question I tried to reply to, that I ended up writing a full fic about it and I guess I’ll answer other asks later ^^’. So anyway, here we go, the title is pretty self-explanatory, hope you’ll like it :

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Dick.

“And here we go Dickie. Now, you’re a true pirate.”

You say, as you adjust an oversized tricorn on the boy’s head. He moves a bit too quickly to peak at his look in a mirror, and the hat falls back on his forehead. And oh it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, him turning back to you and trying to look at you from below it. 

Once again, you place the tricorn back as best you can, smoothing the huge peacock feather planted on its side while you’re at it. You hold it in place for a few seconds to make sure it won’t fall again, trying to figure out a way to balance it on his ears, and say : 

“We really need to get you a hat your size…This one is way too big, it’ll get in the way if you have to fight for the treasure !”

He looks at you with sparkling eyes…Well, with one sparkling eye. A “true pirate” obviously wears an eye-patch ! He looks at you with that one, bright blue sparkling eye, and with the deepest voice his little nine years old vocal cords can muster, he says : 

“Arrrr, a simple hat won’t get in the way of me getting my treasure ! I’ll throw it at the ruffian who wants to steal my gold from me, distract them, and then I’ll…make them fall on their butt ! ”

You chuckle and shake your head, utterly charmed, once again, by this little boy. Really, how could you resist such a sweet smile ? His cuteness emphasized by the fact that he just lost a few of his front teeth. 

“That’s a very nice technique little one ! Show me how you’d do it !” 

He jumps a bit in the air out of excitement, and takes a few steps back from you. Harboring a fighting stance, he unsheathed the wooden rapier you made for him, and the gesture makes the hat immediately fall on his eyes again…But he takes hold of it with his hand that isn’t holding his sword, and throws it at an imaginary enemy. 

He then stabs the air, yells a very piratey “Aaarrrrr” and tackle his made-up opponent fiercely. Getting back up on his feet, he takes his hat again and put it on his head and say, proudly, looking at the empty spot in front of him : 

“Stay on your butt, you miscreant ! Captain Grayson wins again !” 

But as he takes his victory pose, the tricorn falls on his eyes again, kinda ruining the moment. He turns to you, lifting it up and says : 

“…Maybe I need a smaller one.” 

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