My story has been called "the cutest fic of the yr fandom". CUTE MY ASS - how about terrific, grand, FABULOUS? Yeah, that's more like it. High time I get my own Tumblr space now where I can dump all the cool stuff that's going into the history books, just you see!
The main story of Wille and my first meeting (not really, but our first INTERACTION - cause boy, I had an eye on you for a while ...) is Wilhelm's POV, which is cute, because Wilhelm is cute. He's the cutest of cutesie pies and you can't tell me otherwise. But if you want to get a glimpse of an outstanding bat brain (that's the REAL shit, honey), you find my own view of things in the SPECIALS.
97ways keeps track of all the shenanigans, so go say hi on her main, she's a nice one (mostly).
Batmon, or True Love's First Kiss is available on AO3. Lucky you it's only 15k words, so you can just munch it up. Ok, I'm hungry now. Go read, I need a snack. Bye.
Summary: The one where (Y/N) tell how she meets Bruce
Tonight was a slow night, Bruce, Dick, and Damian went on patrol. When they saw what a slow night it was. Bruce sent them back to the manor. Now they were sparing with each other. Their mother was working on the Bat-computer while Alfred was upstairs making tea. (Y/N) was giving some directions.
“Now if you go to the left you will be right under them.”While she was talking she heard a thump from behind. She turned around and saw that Damian took dick to the floor. then Dick took Damian foot and slammed him to the ground. “BOY, STOP. you’re going to pop yesterday's stitches” Yelled (Y/N).
Dick lifted his upper body and turned to her. “Don’t worry mom. we’re good.” He said with a nose bleed. Alfred came through the elevator with a tray of cups of tea. He got closer to (Y/N). Has he set the tray down he handed her a cup of tea. The boys got up from the floor and walked closer to them. Alfred handed Damian his cup while he gave Dick a napkin to wipe off the blood.
As they drink their tea, their mother kept staring at the feed that was showing on the monitor. Her children look at her and they could see something in her eyes. That’s when Damian remembered their conversation from two weeks ago. “Mother.” His mother hummed as she kept staring at the monitor and gave a sip of her tea.
“Do you miss it,” Damian mentions looking that his mother. Dick was a bit confused has to why he would say that.
“What do you mean?” Dick question.
“Right you guys weren’t there when she told me. Mother is from a mafia family.”
“WHAT! Since when?” he looked at his mother.
“Well, Dickie if it’s a family a think that is since always.” She said with a slight smile as she raises her cup to her mouth. She looked back at the screen, then back at her children. “Sometimes, not the whole killing, drug dealing, and the kidnapping. But being out there and beating some people up was sort of my specialty. I never really love being the boss but I did enjoy kicking ass.” she said with a smile.
“Well, mother. Can you tell us how you met.”
“Well, I did say I would. It was about 20 years ago”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~20 years ago~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was a new life for me while my father was in Black Gate. I was trained by my family, well by my 2 aunts and uncle. I was was not yet accustomed to being a boss, let alone a mafia boss, but for now, I was enjoying the party. I have no idea why I’m here but they just told me that an invitation came for me, which was odd, but not unusual. My father is fairly known through Gotham both good and bad. I the other hand, that was different. He always tried to keep me out of if his work has much has he could. Now that he was gone, he couldn’t. So, I came to his art gallery party. This was unusual for the man who is throwing the party. Bruce Wayne, he normally throngs galas or party at his home but in and art gallery, that was odd.
I thought I could have talked to him. Not, tonight though he was busy keeping the old farts occupied. So, I signed a check and went on my merry way. I have bigger shit to deal with right now. Roman Sionis was parking at the trees, he is trying to get my territory. That shit could get real ugly real fast. Yet, I kept calm and told my men to keep tabs on him one move that was out of place was to be reported to me. Although right now I had another plan in mind. I was going to meet the man who put away her father. The Batman. He will be my gateway to take Roman down, Though he didn’t know that he was going to meet me. So, now I am here in the second tallest building in Gotham. And I am going to through myself to see if he will come and rescue me.
God, it’s cold up here. That is when I heard someone drop onto the roof, I was going to turn but I didn’t cause I knew that is if he sees my face he might know who I am. Then he won’t help me so, I will take my chances with a 1,050ft drop.
“Let me help you.”
“Why?”
“Please step off the ledge”
“No” I stepped forward and went down. I could feel the air pulling my hair up and that is when I felt it. I felt an arm wrapped our my waist and pulled me close to his chest. we landed on a nearby building while I was close to his chest.
“Are you okay?”
“I am now.” I look up at him. He, on the other hand, doesn’t look too happy. The real question is when does he ever.
“What do you want.”
“Well for starters you can be happy to see me.”
“I should be cuffing you to a spot and calling Gordon.”
“And why is that? I haven’t done anything wrong” I said in a sing-song kinda way while I walk to the railing and got a good look of the city. “ Anyway, I’m not here to cause any trouble. I did that little stunt cause I need your help.”
“And with what exactly?”
She turned to face him and her hands were stretched on both sides and said.
“Has much as I don’t like my job, I still have to keep up the fort somehow. An for that I need you you to take Ronan for me.”
“Why would I do that? I don’t do anything for criminals.”
“Yea, well I don’t do plans with the guy that took my dad to jail but what can do. Plus, a little kitty told me you do favors. Has much as she has stolen from me she has a point.”
“Well, I am not interested.”
“Then get interested, because as much as I hate you I need it. Ronan is coming to my territory, and he's going to start a war is he gets any closer. I don’t want that we know that there's going innocent people getting caught in the crossfire now for the love of. Will you help me.?!” He didn’t look impressed at all he just Hmm’ed. I was mad.
“Fine you wanna do that okay. I won’t do jack shit. I am not my father and I’m trying to clean a little not do worse things around here. So, Hmm’ed all you want I will let that bastard ruin everything to you can pick up all that is left.” I went to the door that leads to the stairs of the building, I opened the door. Before I left I turned and told him. “You are interested you know where to find me”
With that, I left the roof. That night was stressful after I got back I earned an earful about my aunts. Saying that I shouldn’t have gone to him for help. I was thinking they might be right, so, I gave it put for a while and tried to get everything under control.
Once again I was invited to an event, This time wasn’t to a gallery it was to a gala for the mayor. Most of the politicians are corrupted and like any other corrupt politician they need the mob behind them, God all I want is a freaking burger nothing else. All these men and women all pampered and only care for themselves. That pisses me off, why are all these people old there isn't anyone a bit my age to talk to. Now I have to be sitting at my table, alone, with two old pervs and an empty sit that the person has yet to arrive.
"And who are you, Little Miss?" one of the old men said his breath reeking of alcohol. I have no intention of answering. I'm here to talk to the mayor, donate, and leave.
"Aren't you going to answer?" The other man said.
"No," I said with no emotion on my face
"Do you know who we are. I don't even know why your here. This is the VIP table. Why are so important." These men are making me angry. They don't know that I could break their arms.
"I'm here to donate for the mayor and leave. And if I am in this table it means that I'm as important as you men."
" Are you sure you are as important as us or are you just here for the mayors in other business."
"That is in no way to speak to any woman, Please do have some respect." A sudden new voice came from the side of us. A tall man proximally 6' something, he has jet black hair and deep blue eyes. Bruce Wayne was the one missing from the table. Bruce Wayne. What an Ass.
"Mister Wayne, we didn't if you were going to arrive."
"Why are you saying something so stupid." He said as he fixed his bow tie. Damn this man is too handsome for his own good. He took the chair pulled it back and sat down. "If she is here it means she donates the same or more amount of money then you. So, please stop with the degrading."
"We weren't degrading her."
"No, you were just telling her that she may be a prostitute." The men huffed and both of them stood up from their chair and then left the table. Then he turned his attention to me. "Well, I don't think we've met. Do I know you?"
" No, we haven't. But I am certain that everyone in this room including me knows who you are," I say with a slight smile on my face. He smiled back and we started to talk with each other.
“A thank you is in order.” I take my hand and extended out to shake his hand. "My name is (Y/N) (L/N), Nice to meet you, Mr. Wayne
“ Well, Nice to meet you as well, Miss. (L/N).” He extended his and we shook hands
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The present ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“What that’s it. Nothing more you just meet and them Boom you got together?!” Said Dick.
“No there’s more but I have things to do tomorrow, and it’s 3 a.m. I don’t want to be late. So, good night, please go to sleep, especially you, Damian.” She pointed at Damian. “You have school tomorrow.” Damian scuffed and crossed his hand.
Since tis the season of spooky... I thought it was a great chance to update my Digifake- Batmon! (Seriously, how come that name was never used in the series??).
His name is Patch! He is pretty cute but he loves messing around and eating just about anything edible he can find.
Keep reading if you wish to learn more!
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As a subspecies of the small Devil, DemiDevimon, there is quite a selection of notable differences between both Digimon:
Batmon, a rare Beast Type subspecies, are known for having the social skills and compassion their Virus counterpart lacks- because of how much it loves human’s candy and confections, Batmon learned to approach them and grew stable bonds with humans, unlike DemiDevimon who are known for their hate towards humankind.
A very low number of Batmons have been sighted and registered, barely 3 dozens. It is unknown if the cause is due to them being a new kind of Digimon or if they are not able to survive in the wild without the aid of a human.
What it is known is the fact of how they seem to ‘migrate’ to human civilization when the month of October arrives. After a quick inspection, it was soon determined the reason behind this behavior was due to Batmon’s desire to celebrate Halloween: a human holiday in which candy is given to children. People who had claimed to see Batmon during this season add:
“Sometimes you see them making a home inside the jack-o-lanterns, about six bundled in the same tight spot, like if they feel safer when near their cauldron (a term used for groups of bats). They are cute and all, but you have to be tough around them- they make the biggest puppy eyes when you don’t give them candy.”
Simon is not a lazy person per se, but he hates cleaning and doing all the everyday maintenance. He makes an effort for Wille, but he does it grumbling.
Wille is a very tidy person and can't have a messy apartment. He does most of the cleaning, but doesn’t like to do it alone.
Batmon doesn’t give a fuck. He's just too cute to do basic cores. (And he's not very helpful either.)
To make one thing clear - I'm not an addict. It's just a habit. Bananas are niceeeeee. Yum yum. Irresistible. How is it my fault Wilhelm brought them? I blame him for everything that happened, the little seducer. Just for the record. 🦇♥️🍌
“I brought some fruit. Thought you’d be hungry when you’re a bat all night and won’t eat mosquitoes”, Wilhelm smiled, sat down at his desk and started to peel a banana.
Batmon had landed on his windowsill half an hour ago – this time the window had been open for real – and was now quietly dangling from his door frame. He eyed him for a moment, then set off and landed on the table. The little claws on his feet didn’t find grip on the smooth surface and he slid across the tabletop until he came to a halt at the rim of the plate. Wilhelm cut a slice of banana and held it out to Simon. The furry creature gave him a stern look. The slice was as big as its head. Wilhelm chuckled and cut it into even smaller chops. The bat gaped wide and gulped down a big piece of the sticky fruit. It seemed to enjoy it a lot and scrambled onto the plate to get another one. Wilhelm laughed out, as he watched the mouse-like animal splash about the plate and shove banana into its trap until it’s snout and furry chest were sticky with fruit.
“Oh my god, you’ll have to bath”, he tittered and held out his hand for it when it was done with munching, belly big and breathing heavily.
But Batmon wouldn’t have it and jumped backwards.
“Cut it! You’re dirty!”, Wilhelm scolded and tried to grab him.
The bat let out an angry chirp, started off and fluttered about his room. One round, two rounds, three – it sped up and drove a looping through the air, soared along the rear wall, pirouetted and finally clung to the curtain rail where it hung. Wilhelm shook his head.
“You’re having a sugar rush. That's what your mom warned me about."
Batmon made a gnarling noise.
"Yes, I talk to your mom. She's nice! Now come down! I want to clean you up! It’s gonna dry in and you’ll smell banana all night!”
Batmon spread his wings in a threatening manner and – did he hiss at him? Wilhelm made an angry face.
“Fine then! Stay up there, banana-bat!”, he snapped. “But don't think I’ll let you into my bed like this!” With an angry move he threw the window open. “Go, fly it off!”
Batmon didn’t hesitate but dropped from the rail and exited through the window, uttering a row of unfriendly clicking sounds. Wille sent a mad glance after him and threw the window shut.
