Batboys Reacting To Their Kid Disrespecting Their Wife
It had been a long day. Bruce was exhausted and dragging his feet up the stairs when he heard it.
"Leave it alone mother!" Damian yelled.
"Dami, honey-" You tried to reach out to him but his swatted your hand away. You gasped in pain- He was usually good with controlling his strength or holding back so the sharp pain shocked you.
His hand hoovered in the air, mouth open, eyes wide- He couldn't even find the words to apologise when Bruce appeared in the doorway. You immediately hid your hand behind your back.
"Babe!" You smiled, blinking away the tears that had gathered due to the pain. "I didn't expect you home until-"
"Damian." His voice was low and gravelly. "Did I see what I saw or was I hallucinating due to exhaustion?" The tone Bruce used, Damian had never heard that from him. Ever.
"Father- I-" He swallowed, looking up at him.
The way Bruce's shoulders loomed over him. He wasn't Bruce Wayne, or Batman. He was worse. He was Batman without the mask.
"Apologize. Now." There was no room for argument.
"I'm- I'm sorry Ummi." Damian turned to you. "I didn't-" Bruce cleared his throat and you swore you saw the boy shiver. "I should have controlled my anger better- I'm sorry."
"Now, go to your room. I'll be there in a while." Bruce stated and Damian all but ran out of the study. Once he was gone, Bruce's shoulders dropped and he sighed. "What was the reason?"
"He was annoyed that I was babying him by rechecking his injuries from yesterday's patrol." You explained as Bruce wrapped himself in a hug with you.
He hummed against your neck. "Did he hit hard?"
"It was an accident." You downplayed it.
"Yes but still. He should have had better control. He's growing up- Getting stronger. He needs to be careful and I'm not raising a boy that thinks this behaviour is okay- No matter the circumstances." He explained and you nodded.
"I know. Just... Just be gentle. He's never done anything like this before." You pulled back a little, touching Bruce's face.
He smiled against your palm. "I'll try."
Damian was sitting on his bed, head cradled in his hands when he heard the door open then close. He watched Bruce pull up a chair and sit infront of him.
"Father I-" He began but Bruce put his hand up to stop him.
"Damian, I'm disappointed to begin with." Bruce stated simply, tiredness obvious in his voice. "I did not raise you to disrespect my wife."
Damian's eyes widened. You were his mama. Not just- Not just Bruce's wife. Right?
"No patrol for two weeks. And you will tend to your mother until her hand heals." Bruce explained, "If anything like this happens again-"
"It won't." Damian interjected. "It won't. I swear."
"Honey-" You sighed, "You know last night was important for your dad. He got the key to the city. We were there to show support and-"
"Dad's gotten keys before too!" Your son whined, "I missed out on a once in a lifetime kind of party last night. I was the only one who didn't go- I'm going to become a social outcast!"
"Jesus fuck mom! You don't understand!" He yelled and you blinked in shock.
He'd never spoken to you that way, let alone with that language.
"John. Room. Now." Dick's voice carried through the house.
John's spine straightened rigidly. Dick was the fun parent. Jokes, adventures, always the the person to lighten the mood. So, for him to use a tone he's never experienced before, John shrank away from the voice alone.
He tried to shuffle behind you, his hand reached to grab your wrist to safety- for protection when Dick walked into the kitchen.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" He asked and John shook his head. "Good. Go. Now."
"Yes, sir." John swallowed and quickly left.
"What the hell was that?" Dick whispered to you. "How can- What?"
"I don't know." You looked down, your eyes full of absolute sadness.
"Are you okay, baby?" He cupped your face and made you look at him. You nodded, a deep frown on your face. "My girl." He sighed, pulling you into a hug and rubbing your back. "I'll talk to him. This can't happen again." He whispered into your hair. "Either he gets his act together or he's spending summer with Bruce instead of his little trek through East Asia."
John was nervously pacing his room when Dick entered. His eyes skitted to the door that closed behind his father. He'd never seen Dick upset- Even remotely so. So this was jarring for him.
"Dad-" He began but Dick wagged a finger at him, earning complete silence.
"Do you have any idea how much my wife does for you?" Dick asked slowly. "One party, John. It was one party. You have privlidge beyond words- You get to experience life that most people don't even get to dream of and you yell and curse because you missed one party?"
"I'm sorry- I am! But-" John tried, earning a chuckle from Dick. Uh oh.
"But?" He raised a brow, an eerie smile on his face. "You're defending your behaviour?"
"No!" A deep unsettling feeling gathered in John's stomach.
Dick's gaze narrowed. He hated that he had to use his body language reading skills on his own child but he had to. "Apologize to your mother and mean it. If I have even an inkling that you're not in it 100%, you're spending the summer with grandpa Bruce."
"Yes, sir." John nodded numbly, watching his father leave his room.
Jason took off his boots by the door when he heard the commotion. He could hear you and your daughter arguing. She was a teenager now- So, naturally, the world was against her and she was against her mom for everything.
"Woah- Where's the fire?" He joked, entering the lounge, kissing your cheek.
"I found this in her room." You sighed, showing Jason the domino mask, along with some gear. "She's the new vigilante."
"Why were you in my room in the first place?!" She yelled. "It's an invasion of privacy!"
"Okay- First- Let's not yell." Jason tried to mitigate.
"I was there to pick your laundry. Not snoop." You said again. "And we've already had this discussion multiple times. I have told you- I don't want you in this life."
"Dad!" She looked to Jason, "Can you tell mom to not be such an uptight bitch?! I'm doing good in this city!"
You sucked in a sharp breath. "Calliope-"
Whereas, Jason had gone dangerously still. "What did you just say?" He looked at her, his green eyes pulsing a glow.
"I didn't mean-" She backtracked, colour draining from her face.
"Not the question. What did you just call my wife?" He repeated.
Maybe the scary part was that Jason never raised his voice. But his scars and eyes glowing did the fear for him.
"A bitch." She swallowed, looking down.
"Right." Jason folded his arms. "For worrying about you- For picking up after you- For having reasonable concerns. For loving you enough to not want you to get hurt. And this is how you behave?"
"I'm doing real good." She argued back.
"Let me say this once because if I have to repeat it, there will be cosmic consequences. Do you understand?" Jason said softly and she nodded once, "Good. Now, you will never be a vigilante in this or any city. If you want to do good, use your trust fund to give back to the community. Secondly, if you ever speak to your mother- and most importantly, to my wife that way again, you will go to your Uncle Damian's at Nanda Parbat for every vacation and holiday. You know. Since you want to be a vigilante so bad. You should have the proper training."
"Yes, dad." She nodded, horrified.
"Good. I'm gonna go shower." He kissed your temple again then turned to his daughter. "Apologize to your mother and when I come down for dinner and there's even the tiniest bit evidence that she's still upset or hurt- Like I said. Cosmic consequences."
"Babe?" Tim called out, dragging his feet to your shared bedroom. "I can't even start to explain how bad today was-" He entered the room, loosening his tie. "Tell me why the board is so-" He paused, you were sitting on the bed, wringing your fingers togther, eyes full of tears. "Uhh- What happened? Someone die in one of your books again?" He teased.
You sniffed, wiping your tears. "No- It's nothing." You gave him a weepy smile. "Sorry I-"
"Don't. Don't do that. Tell me what happened?" He caressed your cheek gently.
"Something Teddy said. It's really nothing- Just my insecurities." You brushed it off but alarm bells were already ringing in his head.
"What did he say?" He asked softly, already knowing that right after this conversation, he'd be going to his son's room.
"It's stupid. Kids say stupid things." You tried again.
"He's 22. So... no. What did he say?" He asked again.
You sighed deeply. "He's been stuck on this Tort Law assignment and I guess he was just frustrated- I said I could help and he-" You bit the inside of your cheek, "He said that if he wanted to ask help from a dropout, he'd ask."
"Right." Tim rubbed at his temple. "Okay. Um- Yeah-" He stood up and left the room.
Teddy was in his room, still hunched over his desk, trying to work out the assignment. He heard the door open then close, he didn't pay much mind to it until Tim cleared his throat.
"Oh, hey dad. What's-" He looked over his shoulder and paused. Tim looked... off. "Is everything okay?"
"I don't know. You tell me." He smiled and sat on his son's bed. "Anything interesting happen today?"
"Uh- No? Why?" Teddy's brows furrowed.
"No? Really? Then you didn't behave rudely to your mother?" He asked, the smile still there.
Teddy groaned and rolled his eyes, swivelling his chair to face Tim. "I didn't say anything wrong. She doesn't understand what I'm studying-" He doubled down.
"Funny. Because she was my tutor in college. That's how we met." Tim shrugged. "And if my wife hadn't gotten pregnant, she would've had a degree right now instead of a rude and ungrateful son."
Teddy suddenly felt very sick. "What?"
"Yup. She was your age. Whole life planned. And you know what she did? She picked you. And she's picked you ever since that day. And you?" He let out an exhaled laugh, "Today, I come home to find out that you took one of her biggest sacrifices and threw it back at her because you were frustrated."
"I didn't know." Teddy said shamefully.
"It's not about knowing. You shouldn't have something so cruel to begin with." Tim corrected. "You made her cry."
Teddy blinked and looked at Tim. "Mom cried?" His voice was tiny. "I- I didn't- Fuck-" He shot out of his chair, stumbling, almost falling, running to the door. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry-" He ran out of the room to find you. "Mama! I'm so sorry!"
"Absolutely not. Your father will flay you alive." You shook your head, going back to your book.
"Mom, please. It'll be fun!" Alfred begged, "Come on."
"Honey- It'll be your funeral." You laughed and turned the page.
"Please!" He whined again, "It'll be fun. I've never seen Baba flip out."
"And for good reason." You rolled your eyes and looked up from your book. Damn, those puppy eyes. "Ugh- Fine. But I'm not saving you when he goes all Demon's Head on you."
"Ah! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!" He said gleefully, giving you a hug and running off.
You sighed. This was going to be a disaster but a part of you wanted to see how it would play out. So, here you were, sitting in the study, Alfred setting a camera on the shelf.
"Okay, ready?" He whispered with giggles.
"I still don't approve." You said, "But I won't lie- I am curious..."
Alfred smiled brightly then straightened up. He took a big breath in and then yelled. "Shut up, mama!!"
Before he could even react, a ninja's star wizzed past his ear, lodging itself in the wall.
"Baba!" He squeaked, "You-"
"You dare speak to my wife like that?" Damian growled, "You dare to disrespect the woman that gave you life?"
"Baba! Wait! I can expla- ah!" He dodged the next ninja star. "Wait! Mama!"
"You will not intervene me disciplining him-" Damian whipped his head at you.
"I'm not, my love. Carry on-" You said lazily, watching with amusement.
"Mama!" Alfred yelped, dodging another attack from Damian. "It was just a prank! Just to get a reaction from you!" He scrambled away on the floor.
Damian went still, his gaze narrowing. "You wished for my wrath for a video?" He took one look around and caught the phone propped between books. He threw a ninja star at it, breaking the phone into pieces.
"Mama! Please!" Alfred begged.
"Nope. I told you it was a bad idea." You laughed, then turned a page.
"You chose to not listen to your mother?" Damian hissed.
"Okay, my bad! My very bad! This is escalating too fast!" Alfred ran between the shelves.
"Apologize. Now." Damian's voice carried in the shadows.
"I'm sorry- I'm so sorry- Mama!! Help me!" He cried out.
You sighed softly and put your book aside. "My love?" You said sweetly and Damian hummed. "I think he learned his lesson."
"He did not." He huffed. "Come out. Now. I won't attack you anymore." Alfred shuffled out in full view. "So, you decided to not listen to your mother and then disrespect her for a prank to get a reaction out of me?" He nodded weakly. "You do know that if it had been anyone but you, the first start would have lodged itself in your heart. Yes?"
Alfred gulped. "Yes, Baba."
"Good." Damian nodded. "Now- You will write a 3000-word essay explaining that you understand what you did was wrong. And then you were clean the training room of the assassins."
Alfred's eyes bugged out of his head. "The assassins' training room?" He whispered. "But that's-"
"Quite big. I'm aware." Damian smiled. "Should take just enough days as your spring break?"
"Should've listened to me." You said softly as he groaned and left the study.
