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[rynne311]

I’m Right Here

Summary:  Bringing a new child into your family can be hard.  It's too easy to compare him to those who came before and incredibly difficult to build trust with a child who never got to be one.  Sometimes it takes just being there for him.

Word Count: 704

You didn't know it at the time, but it had been easy with Dick.  He may have needed time to heal before opening up, but he already knew how to accept love in his life.  On the other hand, there was Jason.  Nothing in his life so far had been anything remotely near easy, so why would this be any different.

It hadn't been the first time you noticed the differences between the boys, it was just the most glaring you'd experienced so far.  It wasn't like the boy hated you, he'd never shown you any disdain, but he wasn't exactly receptive to you or your efforts either.  Where Bruce had a connection, you had nothing but frustration to show.

As your hand rested on the heavy bedroom door, you couldn't help but be brought back to the first time you were here with Dick.  He was plagued with nightmares, not of the horrors in Gotham, but still reliving the night of his parents' deaths.  Sure, he had tried to put on a brave face as his screams and tears woke him, but he still welcomed your comforting embrace as he let the facade fall.  You missed that, that feeling of being needed.

Now tonight, you felt the tears well up in your eyes as you listened to Jason's thrashing in his sleep.  this was the third night this week alone, and each time you tried to go in and let him know it was okay and he was safe, he just turned away and barked at you to leave.  You were fighting the urge to barrel down that door and remind him that he was safe and loved, but you had a feeling that might be a little bit more for you than for him.  He needed to be ready himself for that, you couldn't force it upon him.

You winced as you listened to each pained scream through the old oak door, feeling as though you were the one being tortured.  You let your head thud against the door as your hand fell to the door knob, finally giving in to try and offer some help.  The doorknob began to turn before you could get a grip, washing you in a wave of surprise.

"You...you...you were still coming in?" Jason stammered, practically falling into you. 

Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around him. He almost melted into your caring touch, though a moment of hesitation still remained.

“Of course,” you breathed, “I couldn't stand by knowing you were hurting. It may have only been a dream, but the hurt was still there and so am I.”

Your heart broke as Jason began to cry against you. Try as he may to deceive you, he was still very much a child. He was your responsibility to take care of, and that was not a responsibility you took lightly. 

“You’re okay,” you said as you rubbed small circles into his back. “You’re okay.  You're not in this alone anymore, you don't have to white knuckle it when things get bad.  I'm right here for you, always.”

You wished it were really that simple, that the pain he was feeling could just be washed away.  Tonight may be a large step forward, but it was still going to be a long road ahead until the trust was fully built between you.  Jason was growing and with each time you were there to pick up the pieces every time he fell apart, he was learning how to accept love.

As he began to calm his breathing, you led him back into his room and to his bed.  Sitting yourself on the edge, you urged him to climb in and made sure he wasn't in this alone.  You played your fingers through his hair, the way you had when Dick was in the manor, the way you still do for Bruce after a tough night.  Jason fell asleep with your presence reminding him he no longer had to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders because he had a family to take care of him.  Before long, you fell asleep yourself, the ache of not being able to help your son finally having subsided.

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[rynne311]

It’s Okay

Summary:  A rescue that wasn't quite successful leaves more than just you panicked in the night.

Word Count: 705

Requests are Open

The cold metal cut into your wrists, mixing the dirt and sweat into the stinging wound.  You couldn't make much out around yo in the darkness, but the musty smell led you to believe you were somewhere underground.  You wanted to whimper in pain, but the last time you had left you beaten and praying for it to end.

You winced as you tried to adjust yourself into a position slightly less uncomfortable.  Your whole body ached, and you could only imagine you were covered in bruises.  Your knees betrayed you, buckling out from under you, pulling all of your body weight down on your shoulders and chained wrists.

"You're nothing but poison," the guard seethed at you once he realized you were conscious again.  His accent seemed vaguely familiar, but you couldn't quite place it.

From outside the corridor, you could make out some muffled fighting.  You hoped you were being rescued from this bleakness, but still, you prayed your family hadn't put themselves in danger on your account.  Your heart sank almost as quickly as it rose in excitement at the sight of your son.  Of course he would fight his way into some fortress in an effort to set you free.

Surprisingly, at the sight of Damian the guard opened the gate to your little dirt floor cell.

"It is up to you to destroy the source to all of this poison in the League," the guard prompted as Damian stepped over the threshold.  His confident step wavered as he viewed the battering you'd received at the hands of those who should be his subordinates in the League of Shadows.

You knew by that statement you weren't leaving that cell alive.  To the members of the League, you were the reason their heir stayed away and turned his back on their principles.  They needed you out of the way before they could restore your son to his former glory and position among them.

Damian hesitated as they placed the katana in his hands.  He knew just as much as you did what they wanted.  He looked at you with true fear in his eyes at the thought of betraying the love you'd shown him, but you both knew it was a futile plan to fight your way back out of this hellish dungeon.

"It's okay, sweetheart," you said through the pain.  Each word was agonizing and you were sure you had a few broken ribs to blame.  Still, you knew it was your duty to comfort your son.  "I know you don't want to do this, but it's the only way for you to keep yourself safe."

He opened his mouth to argue and you could see the tears brimming his eyes.  Instead you cut him off and continued, " I forgive you for doing what you have to.  I need you to understand that.  I love you, Damian, and whether I'm here or not, I'm always going to love you."

"Enough!" The guard commanded as he moved in to beat you into silence again.

Before the man could reach you, Damian, in an act of mercy plunged the katana into your chest and through your heart.  As he let go, his hands were shaking.

You jerked yourself awake, relieved to turn and find Bruce sleeping soundly next to you.  Silently, you got out of bed and went to the en suite to splash some water on your face to wash away the nightmare.  When you returned to bed, there was Damian sitting on the edge of your side of the bed, silent tears streaming down his face.  You sat next to him, pulling him into your side and running your fingers through his hair.

"It's okay, sweetheart," you cooed softly. "It was just a bad dream.  I had it too." Damian tilted his head to get a better look at you as he tried to stop his tears.  You held him a little tighter to stop your own from starting.

You both laid back down, while Bruce remained undisturbed.  At least if the nightmare returned for the two of you, you could wake to find the other right there and okay.  Neither one of you needed to feel alone in the darkness.

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[rynne311]

She’s Still Here

Summary: It can be difficult for a child who’s lost his parents to reconcile loving his new parents as he did his first parents.  It may just take a tough accident on patrol for Dick to be able to finally make that reconciliation in his mind.

Word Count: 880

Requests are Open

You had fallen asleep leaning on the sterile hospital bed in the batcave infirmary.  Your exhaustion had finally gotten the better of you, but even slumped over, you were still clutching your son’s small hand in your own.  He needed to know that when he woke up things were going to be okay, even if he could see the dried tear stains on your face.

Dick’s eyelids felt heavy as he started to open his eyes.  His entire head felt stuffy, most likely from the medications in the IV drip he was hooked up to. He couldn’t really remember what had happened for him to end up here, but as his vision cleared, he spotted you asleep and leaning over his bed and his own mother standing over him.

“You’re going to be okay, Dickie,” Mary warmly told him as she caressed his cheek.  “You are so brave, my robin.”

“Mom?” he sputtered. “How are you here?”

“I’m always here with you,” she explained.  “You can’t always see me, but I’m here watching over you and loving you, very much like Y/N and Bruce are.”

Dick fell quiet.  He was still struggling with loving you and Bruce as his parents because he was afraid that he’d hurt his parents by doing so.  Tears began to form in his eyes.  If his parents were still truly there with him all the time, they could see him beginning to let you and Bruce take their places in his eyes, and the mere thought of inflicting that pain upon his parents left him upset.

“You are one lucky little boy, my love,” Mary offered, pushing the sweaty hair from Dick’s face.  “You get to have two sets of parents who love you so much.  You see Y/N there holding your hand? She’s been sitting there like that from the moment you were brought back here tonight, and there was nothing that could move her.  That’s a mother’s love.  I couldn’t have picked a better mother for you to have after me if I tried.”

“You’re not mad that Y/N and Bruce are my mom and dad now?” he whispered.

Mary leaned down to kiss her son’s cheek before moving around the bed and placing a hand on your shoulder and using the other to cover the hand you were using to grasp Dick’s.  She smiled at the innocence of her son’s question.

“No, your dad and I are not mad.  In fact, we’re happy that Y/N and Bruce are your mom and dad now,” she responded. “We are so incredibly happy that you are loved and taken care of. And we are even happier that you are a part of a family who has shown you how to love and be happy again.  I love getting to see my little robin fly and smile and laugh again, and I love Bruce and Y/N because they brought that back out in you.”

“Yeah, I love them too,” Dick agreed.  “I love you Mom.”

“I love you too Dickie,” she said as she kissed his cheek again.  “Now get some rest and remember I’m always here with you, even when you can’t see me.”

Dick let his eyes close again, but this time there was a smile on his face.  The next time he opened his eyes, you were sitting up watching him and still clutching his hand.  He happily recounted the encounter with his mother while you were asleep at his bedside.  Dick was so animated for a child laid up in bed, but you were just as excited that his spirits were up yet again.  The boy caught you off guard when he finished his story saying, “Mom, I wish you could’ve talked to her, but she’s still here.”

No one had ever called you ‘Mom’ before.

“Of course she’s still here,” you confirmed.  “You’re not the kind of love a parent just moves on from.  We can’t see her or hear her, but those we love never truly leave us, and I do talk to her.  Sometimes it’s when I’m in the car to pick you up from school, I’ll give her an update on how you’re doing or if there’s something I’m thinking about with you.  Just because I can’t hear her doesn’t mean she’s not listening.”

“You’re right.  Oh and she said that she loves you and Bruce,” he added.

“I’m sure she knows that we love her and your dad too because they gave us you,” you answered.  “You’ve got a lot of love in your life, kiddo, and I hope that never changes.”

You excused yourself as Alfred came in to check on Dick’s vitals.  You brought your hands to where Dick had said his mother rested her hand on your shoulder as if you could touch her hand with your own.

“Thank you for showing him that you’re still here.  I promise I’m going to do my best to do right by him,” you whispered out to wherever Mary was.  In that moment you could have sworn you felt her pull you into an embrace.  There would always be an understanding between the two of you that you both held a mother’s love for that little robin sitting on that infirmary bed.

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[rynne311]

Home Shopping

Summary:  Long nights helping out in the Batcave give you too much opportunity to take advantage of the deals on the home shopping channels.  May or may not have been inspired by my fleece onesie from QVC I got for Christmas.

Word Count: 450

Requests are Open HERE.

You hated how bitterly cold it could get at night while you sat at the batcomputer.  It left you stiff and zapped all of your energy.  Alfred tried to help with frequent mugs of tea, but those were only temporary solutions.

On quiet nights you would do what any reasonable homebound person would do out of boredom.  You turned on all of the home shopping channels, seeing what goods they had to offer you while you froze in front of that computer.  That’s when you saw it, the answer to your very cold problems.  You quickly put in the order with express shipping and began to wait.

Within two days your solution was here, and you couldn’t be happier.  Bruce and the boys left for patrol and you grabbed your new fleece from a quick dryer tumble and sat in your delightful warm bliss.  You began to wonder why you hadn’t thought of this solution sooner because anyone who lives in a cold and drafty home definitely needs a set of fleece onesie-footed pajamas.

You heard your family come in one by one and head to the showers.  You weren’t one to relax until you saw they were all safe and accounted for.  You waited at the computer, hearing a few grumbles of goodnight before each of your boys made the trek up to bed.  You had tonight’s sale’s pulled up on the monitor when you were startled by Bruce coming up and leaning on the back of your chair.

“You may have a bit of an addiction to these shopping channels,” he teased, leaning down to sleepily kiss your cheek.

“And you may have a bit of a hero complex, but only one of these issues keeps me nice and warm while I wait for you,” you quipped as you turned the monitors off.  You finally let the tension out of your shoulders as you melted into Bruce.

Bruce began to guide you upstairs to bed after a long night.  “Well you do look awful warm and comfortable from head to toe,” he conceded, checking out every inch of fleece from the hood to the covered feet, noting every last spot you can unzip yourself. “You need something like that in the cave.”

Finally climbing into bed together, you gave your husband a soft kiss. “I’m glad you like it.  I got a really good deal and got one for you and each of the boys,” you informed him before cuddling into sleep.

He knew he’d done this to himself, and would wear your home shopping find with pride, but he couldn’t help but let the sigh escape as you both drifted off to sleep all nice and toasty.

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