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[movrningstxrs]

ANNOUNCEMENT

hi everyone, it's with a heavy heart that i've decided to archive this blog due to personal reasons. i had a lot of fun writing and putting my ideas to paper, and seeing how many people actually enjoyed my silly fics was truly heartwarming.

thank you to my followers and moots @/moratorya and @/literary-dolly (check them out!! they're equally as wonderful writers as they are people) for making this such a fun and warm space.

the blog will remain up for anyone who may want to reread my works, but other than that, it will no longer be active/updated. thank you for your understanding 🙏

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[aofikofi]

the birds and the bats

[mtcloudsworld]

You were standing in the heart of the dance floor, bathed in the soft glow of the lights. Your white dress was a whisper against his suit as you both swayed to the music that played lightly in the background. Your arms entwined around his neck, fingers gently toying with the hair at his nape. His hands rested softly at your hips, holding you close as the sweet scent of vanilla and jasmine drifted from you through his nose, filling his senses and making him sigh contentedly.

"I captured the most beautiful thing in the world today," he murmured, his voice a gentle hum against your ear.

A soft, secret smile played on your lips as you asked, "Oh yeah? And what was it?" The sound of your voice was a melody he could listen to forever, and his thumb traced a slow, tender path along your hipbone.

He tilted his head down, the tip of his nose brushing against yours in a feather-light nuzzle. You lifted your chin slightly to catch your breath, your lips were merely inches apart as a delicious shiver runs through you. From the tips of your toes to the racing of your heart, your cheeks grew warm at the acknowledgement of being under his soft, bold gaze.

And when he meets your eyes, you saw a universe of love meant just for you.

"You, I captured you," he whispered, enclosing the gap with a kiss.

©𝗺𝘁𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱𝘀 ─ 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾

[fromrory]

𐔌 ⋮ “Cherry red’’

‘’I like the taste of that one’’

‘’DICKYOUARENOTSUPPOSEDTOEATIT—’’

You weren’t sure when Dick had become part of your getting ready routine — but somehow, you couldn’t imagine it without him anymore.

He had wandered into the bedroom with his usual brightness, hair still damp from a shower, white linen shirt half open, socks mismatched. Instead of doing anything productive, he plopped down on the edge of the bed, chin propped in his hand, watching you in vanity like you were the world’s best TV show.

“You don’t get bored just… sitting there?” you asked, opening a fresh lipstick tube.

“Nope,” he said instantly, grinning at your reflection in the mirror. “Best seat in the house.”

“Dick.”

“What? You’re cute when you concentrate.”

You tried not to smile, rolling the lipstick up. A glossy bold red bullet peeked out of the tube. “Okay,” you murmured. “Let’s test this one.”

You leaned closer to the mirror, carefully swiping color across your lips. The red was bold, almost too bold— but you weren’t sure yet. Tilting your head, you blotted your lips together.

“Too much?” you asked.

“Too perfect,” Dick said without hesitation, sprawled out on the bed now with his arms behind his head like he had no cares in the world. His grin was crooked, mischievous, puppy-like. “C’mere.”

You turned in your chair. “What?”

He tapped his cheek. “Gimme.”

Rolling your eyes, you stood and walked over. “You know this stuff stains, right?”

“Good,” he said, shameless. “Then everyone’ll know you love me.”

He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip to make sure the color was even, then you leaned down. His eyes fluttered shut instantly, lashes brushing his skin as he tilted his face up toward you.

The first kiss landed on his cheek with a little kiss. When you pulled back, the red print was perfectly visible against his skin.

He peeked one eye open, then grinned wider. “Another,try that one.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, laughing. You fetched the coral one,leaned down again. This time on the other cheek.

Kiss.

‘’Now the pink one’’

‘’You are enjoying this way too much’’ You muttered, grabbing the Barbie pink lipstick.

‘’I always enjoy your kisses way too much’’ He said pointing at his forehead.

You leaned down, placing a soft kiss,holding his face with both of your hands.

Kiss.

‘’Why don’t you try the dark red one?’’ he suggested pointing to the vanity,where a cherry red lipstick tube rolled in the table.

‘’Red hood red?’’ You said playfully.

‘’Don’t make me change my suit to red,Darling’’ he said with a smirk. You sighed,grabbed the last lipstick,applied it and leaned down to kiss his lips.

Kiss.

By the time you were done, Dick Grayson was a masterpiece in cherry red, your lipstick kisses covering half his face. He looked like a man both proud and utterly smitten, cheeks flushed pink beneath the red smudges.

“Honey,” you said breathlessly, pressing a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh. “You look—”

“Beautiful?” he supplied. “Adored? Absolutely claimed?”

Your laughter slipped out, helpless. “Like a crime scene.”

“Yeah,” he said, beaming at you like you’d just told him the best compliment in the world. “A crime scene of love.”

“Dick.”

“Sweet girl,” he countered with equal drama, then caught your hand before you could retreat. He tugged you down toward him, eyes wide and pupils blown with pure adoration. His voice softened, suddenly earnest under all the playfulness. “Seriously, though. You don’t even need lipstick. You’re—god, you’re already…” He trailed off, breath hitching, gaze fixed on your mouth like it had its own gravity.

Your pulse jumped. The way he looked at you — flushed, pupils dilated, lips parted slightly — made a heat pool low in your stomach. You tried to look away, flustered. “I was just testing shades—”

“This one,” he interrupted, thumb brushing lightly at the corner of your mouth where a smudge had escaped. “Cherry red. Pick this one. Please.”

You blinked at him. “Why?”

His grin softened into something smaller, sweeter, almost boyish. “Because it looks like it was made for you. And…” He lifted your hand to his mouth, kissed your knuckles gently. “…because I like wearing your kisses.”

Your throat tightened, eyes stinging with affection. You dropped your forehead against his, closing your eyes to hide how overwhelmed you suddenly felt.

“Simp,” you whispered against his lips.

“Guilty,” he murmured back, smiling into the words.

When you pulled away, you looked at him properly — face a patchwork of your lipstick, hair sticking up from how many times he’d shaken his head laughing, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide.

And you couldn’t stop yourself.

You cupped his face with both hands and kissed him full on the mouth, ignoring the inevitable smear of cherry red that spread across both your lips. He kissed back eagerly, arms wrapping tight around your waist, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless and smiling.

“Cherry red it is,” you whispered, and he beamed like you’d just promised him forever.

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A/N: for my queen @gothamwing UEHEUD DAMN I NEVER GIGGLED THIS HARD WHILE WRITING A FIC

[mlemmchik]

go to sleep✋go to sleep✋go to sleep little baby

[movrningstxrs]

what was a man to do in the face of great adversity? when the odds were so overwhelmingly stacked against him, and his foe proved too formidable to defeat?

these were the questions that haunted jason’s thoughts as he gazed upon the wrought-iron gate with a sort of somber stillness, his jaw clenched and his expression hardened as he braced himself for what was to come.

all around him, parents, teachers, and children spoke among themselves with an air of equal parts excitement and trepidation, oblivious to the looming countdown that jason was very much cognizant of, as they patiently waited for the first day of school to commence.

glancing down at the small hand delicately clutched in his grasp, jason fought hard to push down the oncoming tears. throughout his notable career as a vigilante and one of gotham’s nightly protectors, jason had fought mobsters, supervillains, aliens, and literal gods, yet the hardest battle to come was simply saying goodbye to his little girl.

having seemingly sensed his wistful stare, alice returned her dad’s gaze with a look of curiosity before shooting him an innocent and toothy grin, a perfect mix of both you and jason in that very moment.

“ready for your first day of kindergarten, sweetheart?” jason inquired with a melancholic smile.

“yep!”

“got your pencil case and notebooks?”

“uh-huh!”

“perfect,” he praised. “and what do you do if a smelly boy tries to pick on you?”

“punch ‘im in the face!” alice declared enthusiastically, clumsily showing off the move that jason had taught her earlier in the week.

“yes.”

“no,” you sternly interjected as you made your way over to your mischievous husband and daughter, your fingers dancing across alice’s stomach in the manner of a punishing tickle. “you will not be punching anybody in the face. do you hear me, young lady?”

“yes, mommy,” alice giggled, failing to defend herself against your attack. “i promise.”

“good,” you sighed with an exasperated yet fond expression. “go on now, lovebug. mrs. smith is waiting for you.”

in the distance, a kind-looking elderly woman could be spotted warmly waving toward your little family, gesturing for alice to join the line and meet her soon-to-be classmates for the school year.

“okay, mommy,” alice easily acquiesced, offering you and jason a short and fleeting peck on the cheek before she scampered away with all of the boundless energy that only a five-year-old could possess. “bye-bye, mommy and daddy! love you lots!”

“be careful! a-and have fun! call us if you need anything!” you emotionally cried out. “we love you, alice!”

and as she merrily ran off, hands clasped tightly around the straps of her brand-new wonder woman backpack, the tears that jason had been holding back for so long finally sprang forth.

it hurt his heart a lot to acknowledge, but it never ceased to amaze him how the tiny, little bundle of joy that he once held in his arms had grown up so quickly to become the remarkable young lady before him today; the kind that didn’t need him to check for monsters under the bed or cut off the ‘yucky’ crust from her ham and cheese sandwiches anymore.

it was a truly rewarding yet bittersweet experience, being a parent.

“jay, are you…crying?”

“no! i just have some damn dust in my eyes,” your husband sniffled, but you both knew the truth.

because today marked another milestone in sweet alice’s life, one of many for the foreseeable future. and despite his numerous skills, feats, and accomplishments, jason todd was not able to stop the passage of time, no matter how much he wanted to.

so he would continue to put on a brave face while appreciating the finite amount of time that he had left with his daughter. because seeing alice and you—his precious family—happy and content was more than worth a few heartaches.

jason would totally be the kind of parent who cries when it’s his kid’s first day of school. he’s cute and silly like that. divider credits to @/uzmacchiato. REBLOGS and COMMENTS are greatly appreciated

[lettaniko]

Finally finished this piece after months of reworking. Far from perfect, but I’m glad it’s done. Inspired by the amazing Bruno Redondo, Dan Mora, and especially Dexter Soy.

[arachnidseyes]

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Tim strolls into the Batcave, immediately hearing the sounds of someone going at it with one of the training dummies. Damian, fists wrapped and face stern, jabs at the dummy with skilled precision. Tim notices how his hits are much harder than usual and leans closer to Bruce to ask,

“What's wrong with the demon?”

Bruce answers him, not looking up from his various screens,

“He went on a date”

Tim's brain lights up with the memory of seeing you and Damian at school together. His shoulders sag in disappointment, he thought the two of you were cute and was really looking forward to teasing the little brat about it but seeing how Damian punches his poor dummy with the fury of a thousand demons, it doesn't seem like things went very well.

“Was it that bad?”

“He said it went well.”

Alright, now Tim's just confused. He watches Damian deliver a deadly kick to the dummy's neck, one that would have lobbed the head off of any non-batman designed dummy. Bruce clarifies further, amusement clear in his voice.

“He said they held hands.”

It only gets worse from then on.

He put five goons in the ICU after your first kiss and that's when he starts actually worrying about himself and your safety.

He thought he'd age out of it, thought it was just teenage aggression, so you can imagine his dismay when he does get to his young adult years and still feels like he wants to bite your head off when you do something cute.

How can his love manifest in such a violent manner? Years in and he's constantly fighting between staying away so you'll be safe from him and staying close to keep you safe from everything else.

These thoughts simmer even in the quiet moments, like when you're both cuddling on the couch. What he's unaware of though, is how you're having some very similar thoughts of your own.

And who can blame you, when your boyfriend lightly rubs his cheek against your chest, droopy eyes slowly blinking at the TV. He's so cute when it's just you and him, you just want to eat him up.

He wouldn't mind, right? It's not like you could actually hurt him if you tried, and if he doesn't like it then you just won't do it again…

You cave, your arms wrap around his shoulders to squeeze him as tight as you can and you sink your teeth into his shoulder, feeling the muscles tense.

Damian yelps in pain and mostly shock. Pulling away from you to look you in the eyes, you laugh at his incredulous expression.

“Sorry, you just looked so cute.”

Damian rubs his new bite mark,

“So you bit me?”

You nod, unable to keep your laugh in.

“I don't know! You give me cuteness aggression!”

Damian is reeling. His head spinning with what this could mean. There's a whole term for it?! This thing he thought was a manifestation of his violent childhood is actually so common it has a name?! This whole time!?

You notice his distressed face and sit up a little.

“Hey, I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I didn't mean to-”

Damian pulls you into a kiss before you can finish. Sitting up to bring you into his lap where he wraps his arms around you and squeezes, much harder than he's ever allowed himself to. You wheeze out a laugh,

“Ah! Can't breathe.”

Damian lets go, only to bend down and give your shoulder a good, therapeutic chomp.

He has years of pent up "cuteness aggression" to get off his chest.

(っ•̀ ᴗ •́)っ ₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹♡₊˚⊹♡

[dhazefawn]

꒰ 𝒷AT-BOYS DOMESTIC HEADCANONS. ꒱

୨ৎ what domestic chores they’re surprisingly ℊOOD/𝒷AD at.

📩. ♡ when you’re feeling domestic and the only cure is to write fluff. i was literally on reddit reading about people’s reviews of different comics so i could be accurate w/ this.

BRUCE WAYNE. ♡ He’s SURPRISINGLY GOOD AT laundry. Years of keeping his Batman suit pristine and bloodstain-free has made him a master at fabric care. He knows exactly which detergents work on what stains and has an almost scientific approach to washing. Your clothes have never looked better.

Bruce is SURPRISINGLY BAD AT grocery shopping. This man will come home with the most random assortment of items. Somehow buys seven different types of pasta but forgets milk. Gets distracted by gadgets in every aisle. “Bruce, we needed bread.” “Yes, but look at this vegetable spiralizer.”

DICK GRAYSON. ♡ The wonder boy is SURPRISINGLY GOOD AT dishwashing. Something about the methodical, meditative nature of it appeals to him. Plus, all those years of circus life taught him to be efficient with cleanup. He actually enjoys doing dishes while talking about your respective days.

Dick is SURPRISINGLY BAD AT folding fitted sheets. This man can flip through the air with perfect precision, but a fitted sheet will defeat him every time. You’ll find him wrestling with it in the bedroom, cursing under his breath. Eventually just balls it up, shoves it in the closet and comes to you with a pout on his lips.

JASON TODD. ♡ He’s SURPRISINGLY GOOD AT ironing. He’s self conscious about the way his clothes look. It was rare that he looked put-together when he was younger, so now—in the present, he takes the time to iron his clothes. Your clothes are also always perfectly pressed. He finds it oddly soothing after a rough patrol, and he’s weirdly proud of his crisp collar technique.

Jay is (not) SURPRISINGLY BAD AT cooking anything that follows a recipe. Because of his rough upbringing, Jason learned to get creative with whatever scraps were available, which means he approaches every meal like a mad scientist. Letting him in the kitchen means accepting that dinner will either be surprisingly genius or completely inedible—there’s no middle ground. You’ve learned to keep cereal as backup.

TIM DRAKE. ♡ Tim is SURPRISINGLY GOOD AT deep cleaning/organizing. When he actually gets around to it, Tim goes full systematic mode. Color-codes everything, creates the most efficient storage solutions, researches the best cleaning products. Your closet has never been more organized.

He is SURPRISINGLY BAD AT regular maintenance. Will do a perfect deep clean and then let dishes pile up for a week. Notices the bathroom needs cleaning, makes a mental note, and then forgets for two weeks.

DUKE THOMAS. ♡ Duke is SURPRISINGLY GOOD AT plant care. Has amazing intuition for what plants need. Your apartment is basically a greenhouse now because he keeps bringing home “rescues” from the store. Somehow keeps even finicky plants alive and thriving. The plants are just like him—unpredictable in the best way.

He is SURPRISINGLY BAD AT vacuuming. Doesn’t have the patience for it. Misses obvious spots, doesn’t move furniture, forgets to empty the bag. Will vacuum around objects rather than moving them. “I got the main areas” he says, while there’s clearly a Dorito under the coffee table he vacuumed around.

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[rosaeh]

❦ classes in lifeguarding | jason todd

lifeguard jason x babysitter reader ❥ inspired by this amazing fanart by @a-jasminator

taking the little girl you babysit to the pool maybe isn't the best idea ; especially when she's trying to play matchmaker between you and the lifeguard

"vi, come here sweetheart." you rest your hands on the girl's shoulders, as you beckon her closer. "you stay where i can see you, alright? i'll keep an eye on you anyway, but if you wanna go somewhere else or anything, you tell me beforehand, okay?"

the little girl let her head fall back in mock desperation, "right right. i know. you said all that already." she sighs.

you chuckle at her demeanour, "baby, you never listen." she sticks her tongue out, and you can't help but ruffle her hair, "off you go." and as soon as you give her permission, the eight years old jump in the pool, full of other kids her age. you stay there, standing for a while and making sure violet is safe and sound, well surrounded by other kids her age and, most importantly, happy. once you're sure everything is fine, you let out the breath you were holding and settle down on a deckchair. you take your surroundings in.

your eyes land on the lifeguard. he is...handsome. it's the only way you can describe him. handsome. his dark curls are wet and fall in front of his eyes. his skin is glistening from the pool's water, and you can see a display of scars, alongside sleeves tattoos. suddenly, he sits up from his high chair and uses his whistle, "hey ! no running you little shit !"

you're cut from your starring by a soft voice, "ouuuh, you think he is cute." vi is teasing you.

you quickly turn to her, "what? i do not."

she grins, a mischievous one that shouldn't be allowed on such a cute kid. "yes, you do ! you were so starring. what happened to 'keeping an eye on me nonstop'?" you groan at her words, which only makes her smile widens. "he'll probably think you're cute, too."

"vi, stop that, will you? why did you come back, sweetheart? "

"i will so tell daddy you prefer watching the cute lifeguard over me." she grins.

"vi, please." she laughs and scoot closer to you, "wanted you to tie my hair, please?"

you mumble something about not knowing if she deserves it, but do it anyway. you send her back to the pool, and when you look up, you're pretty sure your gaze met the lifeguard's for a millisecond.

god, this kid made you delusional.

you shake your head and focus on watching violet. after a few more minutes of her playing around with other kids, she calls for you to come closer. you oblige, and as you crouch down on the edge of the pool, she swims closer to you and whispers almost in a conspirational tone, "i was thinking, and maybe you should pretend to drown for him to save you." she smiles.

your brows furrow, "what?"

she sighs, as if exasperated with you, "the lifeguard ! if you drown, he'll come and save you."

it's your turn to sigh, "i really shouldn't have brought jenna along last time i watched you. she has a bad influence." violet giggles at your words. "okay, okay. that's not really why i called you. can you please bring me my towel for when i come out ?"

you smile softly, "of course, baby."

you leave for two second, turn your back to her for two second. but when you walk back to her, she's not here anymore. you feel the panic rises in you. you immediately scan the pool, trying to find her in the water. but she's not there. you snap your head around, trying to catch a glimpse of her.

you keep walking, keep scanning. you find your way to the high chair. to him. the lifeguard.

you wave, "hi, hey. sorry to hm, bother you but...i lost the kid i was watching. i turned my back to her for like a second, and she was gone. i can't find her. she's this tall, and has blond hair. she's eight. i'm really sorry, but i really don't know what to do." the panic makes you ramble.

he sits up, "ouah, okay. take a breath. it's okay, i'm gonna help you find her, alright? what's her name?"

"violet." you rush, feeling out of breath.

"okay. what's your name ?" as soon as you say it, he repeats it, testing it out, "okay, i'm jason, and we're gonna find violet. don't you worry." he comes down from his chair.

he reaches for his walkie-talkie and say something you can't quite make out. he turns to you, "you should stay where you lost her, in case she comes back there, while i search for her, okay?"

you nod, and you finally feel more relaxed, his tone soothing your worries. he's gonna find her.

you anxiously wait for violet, sitting on the deckchair with your knee bouncing. until you hear your name being screamed. you quickly turn to the sound and see violet, looking so tiny beside jason. you immediately stand up and run over to her, hands gently gripping her shoulders, "you scared me to death, vi. are you okay? where were you?"

she shrugs, as if she didn't disappear for about thirty minutes, "was just walking around." she looks up at you with an innocent smile, and she winks, titling her head to jason.

oh god, this kid. she's a little mastermind.

you finally look up to jason, and without the worry of violet disappearing, and, this up close, you can see striking features that just make him even more handsome. you notice a streak of white hair in his hair, and the colours of his eyes —god, the colours of his eyes. one is blue while the other one is green. heterochromia. you force yourself to say something. "thank you, thank you so much."

he can't help but smile at your overly polite demeanour, "just doing my job, ma'am."

ma'am, this makes your heart skips a beat.

violet skims in, "she thinks you're really cute."

"violet." you chastise, then turn to jason, embarrassed, "i did not say that."

he scratches the back of his neck, almost sheepishly, and you do find that cute. the way this 6’7 muscle of a man seems just as embarrassed as you because of an eight years old's words.

"really, she's just playing emma." you sigh.

he blinks, an amused smile makes his way to his face, "emma?"

"yeah, jane austen's, you know? playing matchmaker." you're not quite sure, but you could swear his smile widened slightly, a flicker of something in his eyes.

but the kid is persistent, "you could teach her how to swim !"

his brows raise, "you don't know how to swim ?"

you shrug, feeling defensive at violet's exposure, "no, it's not like we have a lot of occasions to swim in gotham."

jason immediately raises his hands in an apologetic way, "i really didn't mean it like that. i mean...it's funny that you'd take her to the pool when you yourself can't swim."

you feel your face heats up a little at being called out, "she really wanted to go to the pool. and she's a real good swimmer — her dad's words, not mine. also, her dad was okay with it. and i put on a shirt on top of my bodysuit so no one would expect me to jump head first in the water."

your words caught him off guard, and he can't help but laugh, "well, swimming is still pretty important. i guess...i could teach you. if you'd like."

your eyes widen at his suggestion, "i mean...i guess that would be real nice of you. i don't wanna bother you, tho."

he smiles gently, "it's really no worries." and his smile make yours widen.

eventually, you part ways with jason, his number in your phone, and violet beaming by your side. "you can thank me with ice cream. "

[blond3ang3l]

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Little kid Damian who's absolutely smug about stealing your (Jason's girlfriend) attention every time you come over.

He's a smug little shit and he knows exactly what he is doing. You and Kori were both the people he looked forward to seeing often. Preferring his brother's girlfriends rather than his brothers since you both treated him like the child he was instead of the assassin he was raised to be.

Jason doesn't mind you giving Damian your attention but then Damian started showing you off as his new big sister.

And instead of being upset Jason teases the shit out of you.

Damian will call you random hours of the day for absolutely nothing and Jason will pass you your phone saying that your "son" is calling.

How could you deny the boy your love and affection when all he wanted was to cling to you. He spent so many nights in you and Jason shared pent that he actually had his own room.

And as much Jason teased you about Damian you teased him right back because he dropped everything for the youngest boy. Many nights you woke up on the couch to him bringing in a sleeping Dami after getting a call from Bruce that he just couldn't get him to calm down.

Or even having to attend parent teacher conferences alongside Dick and Jason in place of Bruce when he had to act as CEO.

All of this made Jason want nothing more than a family with you. You both were already getting the practice. Now he just needed to put that into motion and warn Dami about his soon to be "younger siblings".

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@mtcloudsworld

[alextoddart]

little Jason 

[arachnidseyes]

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Damian calls you Beloved so much that your toddler starts calling you that as well because they think it's your name.

Well, it's actually more like, “Bewuwud” but still.

You try so hard to get them to call you Mama or Mommy again but they don't budge and Damian isn't being helpful at all, in fact, he makes it worse.

He keeps trying to teach the kid more and more of his various pet names for you.

Like, after a run to the store, you come home to your husband sitting on the couch with your toddler in his lap.

“Hayaya!”

Your child screams when they see you, pointing at you while giving Damian a big grin.

“Hayati.”

Damian gently corrects them with a smile so warm it makes you want to keel over.

“Hayayi!!”

The toddler giggles, clapping their chubby hands together and you almost pass out from the sheer adorableness.

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[edawgz]

ᝰ.ᐟ THE PARENT TRIALS

𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆bruce wayne x reader | ~1.4k words, batfamily

CONSISTS OF ↬ fluff. cheesy. silly scenario. batfamily chaos. batfamily cameos. no real warnings. bruce being a bit soft. ── .✦ Dating Bruce Wayne was one thing, but meeting his children was another. Between bickering brothers, sharp interrogations, and Alfred quietly watching it all unfold, you began to realize that winning over Gotham’s most formidable family might be harder than facing Gotham itself. | navigation. | masterlist. | dc masterlist. |

The first time you walked into Wayne Manor as something more than a guest, you were almost sure the walls whispered about you. Maybe it was just the way the portraits seemed to watch your every step, or maybe it was the collective suspicion of the Wayne children, who all — without fail — had chosen to sit in strategic positions around the room like generals staking out a battlefield. Bruce, of course, had simply walked in with you and announced that you would be staying for dinner.

That was the moment you realized that falling for him was one kind of challenge, but earning the approval of the children he had taken under his wing was something else entirely. It was something that felt like a trial by fire that was dressed up as family dinner.

Bruce had warned you, in his own understated way, that the kids might have opinions. He had said it while fastening his cufflinks, eyes down, as though the gleam of the polished silver was easier to face than the chaos of the reality that awaited you. “They can be… protective,” he admitted, his voice low but with a faint twitch at the corner of his mouth that suggested even he knew it was an understatement.

What he hadn’t said was that “protective” meant Dick would immediately pull a chair across from you with a grin too wide to be anything, but a poor attempt at hiding this interrogation.

Jason would lean back in his seat with arms folded like you were already guilty of some unknown crime, Tim would hover at the edge of the table with a calculating stare as though filing a mental background check, all while Damian would scowl before you had even spoken a word, muttering under his breath about “another civilian distraction.”

You sat down, smoothed your napkin over your lap, and tried to remember that you had faced worse things in your life than four pairs of skeptical eyes. You were with Bruce. That was enough.

“Nice to meet you all,” you offered, your smile warm and steady, refusing to falter under the scrutiny. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Jason muttered, stabbing his fork into the chicken as though it had personally offended him. “Curious what exactly you’ve heard.”

“Only good things,” you replied smoothly, though your gaze flicked toward Bruce for a second, just long enough for him to clear his throat in the kind of quiet warning that only a parent could manage. Jason smirked unfazed, but returned his attention to the others to gauge what they were thinking.

Dick leaned forward, elbows on the table. It was immediately clear to you that he was the mediator, but also the most curious. “So how’d you meet? And don’t give us the press release version. I want details.”

Bruce set down his glass with a soft thud. “Dick.” His voice was low, carrying that weight that made Gotham’s worst men quiver, but his son didn’t so much as flinch.

“What? We’re allowed to ask questions. You said so.” Dick shrugged, feigning innocence. “Better we ask now than stalk her later.”

Tim blinked, expression as sharp as his mind. “I wouldn’t call it stalking. More like… information gathering.”

You laughed then, the sound breaking the tension, because you realized none of them were being cruel, not really. They were just testing you, poking at the edges to see if you would bend or break, and for better or worse, you had stepped into a family built on pressure.

“Well,” you began, folding your hands loosely in front of you, “we met Wayne Tower, actually. I nearly tripped into him because my heel caught on the doormat, but he caught me before I could fall.”

Jason raised a brow, unimpressed. “So basically Cinderella, but with more surveillance cameras.”

You grinned at that, tilting your head toward him. “Something like that. But I kept talking to him, and somehow, he kept talking back.”

Bruce’s lips twitched at the corner, his version of a full smile in public, and you felt a small surge of victory because it wasn’t just the kids you had to win over. It was him, too. You had to show him that you could stand the madness and chaos of his kids and his life, but still laugh and be you.

“Don’t encourage them,” he grumbled, though his hand brushed against yours beneath the table, the smallest reassurance that told you you were doing perfectly.

The rest of dinner was a blur of questions, interruptions, and Alfred calmly refilling plates as though chaos were simply another ingredient in the recipe. Damian asked if you could fight, not in a metaphorical way but quite literally, and when you admitted you had no formal training, he gave you a look of pure disdain before Bruce’s quiet cough redirected him to his vegetables. Tim asked about your work, prodding gently but persistently, and Dick asked whether you liked movies or circuses or both, his grin wide enough to remind you that this wasn’t just curiosity — it was a test of loyalty.

Jason was the hardest to crack. He rarely spoke, but when he did, it was sharp, always cutting close to the bone. “You know what you’re signing up for?” he asked toward the end, his tone quieter, less mocking but more dangerous in its sincerity.

The table went silent at that, even Dick pausing mid-bite, and you looked at Jason evenly, holding his gaze. “I don’t think anyone really knows what they’re signing up for in life,” you countered gently. “But I know I want to be here. That’s enough for me.”

For a second, Jason’s stare softened, though he quickly masked it with another smirk, leaning back and shaking his head. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.”

It wasn’t a victory, not entirely, but it was something.

Later that night, the kids all dispersed. Dick went back to his apartment, Tim to the cave with his laptop, Jason disappearing with the kind of restless energy Bruce still worried about, and Damian sulking upstairs with his katana. You found yourself in the quiet of the library with Bruce, where the only sound the crackle of the fireplace and the faint turning of a page as Bruce pretended to read.

“Alfred likes you,” Bruce said finally, without looking up.

You smiled, sinking deeper into the armchair across from him. “That’s good, because I like him. He kept me from drowning at that table.”

A faint huff of amusement escaped him. “You did well.”

“Did I?” you teased, though beneath it was genuine curiosity.

Bruce lowered the book, meeting your gaze. His eyes softened in a way that still startled you sometimes, the man behind the mask slipping through. “You held your own. That’s what matters.”

You let the words settle, warmth blooming in your chest, and for a moment the trials of the evening didn’t feel like a test you had barely passed. They felt like the beginning of something real, something messy and chaotic and endlessly worth it.

And when Bruce reached across the space between you to take your hand, his thumb brushing against your knuckles, you knew that whatever storms came next, you were already in the eye of it and you wouldn’t trade it for the calm.

[honeybeemelon]

@thecruelprincess1111 @ashbye ask and you shall recieve 😋

beware.. its pretty short </3

slipping through my fingers ft. jason todd

(part 2 to this)

“𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈’𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑..”

to say jason was afraid was putting it lightly - he was terrified. for so long he'd kept the two of you sealed tight in a glass box, and now he had to trust his family to be just as gentle he'd been with you. he could barely focus on the cookies you three were baking, much too concerned on how he'd tell his family about you. his gaze remained fixed on the fridge, and the small group of polaroids that rested on it only held up by cheap magnets from places you'd been together.

naturally, you noticed jason's silence - it was hard not to. the entirety of your day had been spent trying your hardest to calm down your husband, who was very visibly distraught. “you’re brooding again.” you hummed, as you attempted to pry the empty packet of chocolate chips from cathy's hands.

after weeks, you’d finally managed to convince him to let cathy meet the rest of her family, completely unable to resist your daughters wide-eyed stare and the way her eyes looked exactly like yours. she even pulled faces the same way you did.

“right, sorry.” he grunted, instead opting to grind his teeth together rather than taking it out on the mixing bowl.

you’d finally managed to convince him to let cathy meet the rest of her family, he was completely unable to resist the large eyes that were near replicas of your own ones. “are you really that nervous?”

“i’m not nervous,” he huffed, but how could he relax when he was risking putting you and your daughter in danger. “i’m just worried, is all.”

“you know we can't her a secret forever.” you reminded him, it was true anyways. cathy was at the point where she'd remember things, so this was important.

“i know that.” he grunted out.

“then you also know that we'll be fine, jay,” you concluded, squeezing his hand. “i'm pretty sure they've heard more shocking things from you,” you quipped, a faint but knowing smile growing on his face.

“yeah, imagine their surprise when they finds out i'm married to my roommate.” jason quipped, they weren't supposed to know about you anyways - it was an accident when they found out, he'd let it slip that he lived with someone else but he'd never gone further than that.

“that was your idea, not mine.” you rolled your eyes, prying cathy's sticky hands out of the cookie dough to add more flour.

normally, watching you and cathy brought warmth to his heart but right now his chest only tightened with grief. the overbearing thought that he couldn't keep this part of his life a secret any longer haunted him, like any good thing he knew had to share it but that hadn't changed how terrified he was to do so.

“can i lick the spoon now, daddy?” cathy turned to him, an absent-minded smile on her face tuning out his thoughts.

it was a bittersweet realisation, that one day cathy wouldn't always want to match her bows to his ties, or lick the chocolate off the spoon before he washed it. but for now he'd savour it.

“go ahead.” he nodded with a thin-lipped smile. when he read cathy to sleep tonight, he'd make sure to hold her hand a little tighter this time - he wasn't ready to let this go just yet.

“cathy, you're ruining your hair.” you tutted, bringing her up on your lap to brush back raven curls into the pigtails she had undone. right now, she was throwing a fit about getting dressed up despite her peculiar fascination with tea parties.

jason's lips were pressed into a thin line, as he picked at some dull scab on his hands from two nights ago. he hadn't even shown up for patrol yesterday, partly because the kitchen was in ruins when cathy was done with the spoon and the other reason being he couldn't fathom being around his family right now - not when he knew that was the last day you'd only belong to him.

“jason?” you echoed, drawing his attention back to what was happening. “cathy wants you do it.” you nodded towards her.

“please?” a gapped grin on her face as she held up red ribbons.

“i can do that.” he huffed out a small smile, watching as she crawled up into his lap like it was second nature whilst he folded her hair into one long braid.

but alfred came sooner than he would've liked, and soon enough your door was opening to the life he kept secret. cathy could barely keep in her excitement, practically jumping to get inside the 'long car' waiting for the three of you outside.

all of a sudden, the collar of jason's shirt felt a lot tighter and his hands felt clammy - he almost winced when you crept into the limousine and cathy followed afterwards with cookies in tow, and small fingers stretched around your own.

“master jason.” alfred greeted, offering you a gentle nod of acknowledgment, though he gave jason a curious look when he looked between you and catherine. “babysitting?”

“no, she's my daughter.” jason spoke, his nerves fizzling out and he couldn't help the pride in his voice when talking about cathy, and surprisingly alfred seemed just as mystified when she looked up at him with wide eyes and an even wider smile.

watching the two of you talk to alfred as if you'd known him just as long as he had made jason change his tone - maybe it wouldn't be so bad at the manor at all, maybe you'd easily slip right into place just like you had when you met him.

“..𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄.”

was i procrastinating?? maybe.. 🙂‍↕️ i've been mentally preparing for my exam results next week and learning to drive this year.. i'm literally terrified <//3

ALSOO happy belated birthday jason yayyy 🩷🩷 i swear i will write another part to this soon i just need time 🤕🧎🏾‍♀️

ANYWAYSS I HOPE U ENJOYED YAYAYA🩷🩷🐝

[dhazefawn]

CAN WE TALK? ╱ with THE BAT BOYS 𖬺𖬺 WALLY WEST 𖡎 smau .ᐟ ⠀⠀ ────⠀⠀⠀ after an argument.

‧˚꒰ৎ୭ 🗒️ — i tried my best w characterization consider this is more of a serious prompt, it wasn’t really specified if anon wanted something a little more silly or more serious.

‧₊˚🖇️✩ links — dc masterlist﹐more smaus.

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