can i request a fic with bruce x batmom!reader who has healing powers and heals him and the boys with a simple touch but bruce insists on being healed via kisses?
im sucker for bruce and batmom being disgustingly in love and the rest of the batfam has to endure it even though their happy about it
thank you regardless if you write it or not 💛
Soft to the touch Kiss
Bruce Wayne x batmom!Reader
warning: fluff, injuries, established relationship (married), this is so cheesy omg
A/N: AHHH WTHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA!!! Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy reading this <33
You had curled up on the couch with a book several hours ago, trying to read a few chapters before bed, but somewhere along the way your attention had drifted. The words blurred together as your gaze repeatedly found its way to the grandfather clock in the corner.
Bruce was late. Late enough that the familiar knot of concern to begin to settle in your chest.
You knew better than anyone that Gotham was unpredictable. You knew that patrols ran long, missions get complicated and criminals had a unique talent for creating problems at the worst possible moments. Even so, after years of marriage, you could never completely silence the part of yourself that worried whenever Bruce was out there. Healing powers or not, your gift only worked when he came home and when you touched him. Your powers were no use when he was in a dark alley bleeding out.
A moment later, voices drifted through the hall. Damian was the first person you heard. He was informing everyone that they were all incompetent. In other words, everyone had survived. Relief washed through you so quickly that you nearly laughed.
You set your book aside and stood just as everyone entered the room.
They all looked exactly how you expected. Dick had a bruise forming near his jaw. Jason was favoring one shoulder. Tim had a split lip and looked like he’d consumed enough caffeine to medically qualify as a power source. Damian had a small cut above one eyebrow that he was pretending didn’t exist. Duke had a little cut sitting beneath his eyebrow. Steph had a bloody nose.
But your attention immediately landed on Bruce. Because unlike the others, he wasn’t looking at you. That alone was suspicious.
Every patrol usually ended the same way. Bruce came home, found you within five minutes and kissed you as if he’d been gone for months rather than a few hours.
Tonight he was actively avoiding eye contact. You narrowed your eyes at him and Bruce immediately noticed your suspicion.
“Ohoh. Bruce is done for.” Dick muttered.
“What happened?” You pointed at Bruce, demanding an answer.
“Nothing happened.” Bruce replied. Jason snorted so hard he nearly choked. Something definitely happened.
You folded your arms across your chest and stared at your husband. The years had taught you every tiny tell Bruce possessed. Most people believed Batman to be unreadable, but those people were not married to him. They didn’t know the shift in his posture whenever he was hiding an injury. They didn’t know the tiny tightening around his eyes when he was in pain. They didn’t know the particular tone of voice he used when he was trying and usually failing to keep you from worrying.
“Bruce.”
“What?” His jaw tightened.
“Take off the jacket.”
Immediately Dick covered his face with both hands. Damian sighed the long suffering sigh of a child forced to witness the adults being ridiculous.
“No.” Bruce answered. Bruce Wayne had just told you no?? Bruce never says no to you so this is a first time. This means he is definitely hiding something underneath the jacket.
“Bruce Wayne!” The use of his full name should have been a warning. Instead, your husband actually had the audacity to look amused.
“You only use my full name when you’re upset.”
“I’m about to become more upset if you don’t take off your jacket, now!”
“Hey, sweetheart. Not in front of the kids.” The whole room erupted in a chaos after this sentence left his lips. Jason immediately pulled out his phone because he knew you won’t give up that easily.
“Are you recording this?” Dick pointed at him.
“Absolutely.” Jason replied.
“Send it to me later.”
“Children, please.” Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose.
“We’re adults, old man.” Jason replied.
“You are recording an argument.” Bruce argues but to no avail.
“Exactly.” Jason replied while still recording everything that is currently happening.
You ignored them and stepped closer to Bruce. The moment you entered his personal space, his entire posture changed. No matter what mood he was in, no matter what was happening around him, he always relaxed when you were near. One of his hands settled automatically on your waist, thumb brushing lightly against your side in a gesture so familiar neither of you consciously noticed it anymore.
That tiny display of affection only made your suspicion grow. Because if Bruce was trying to distract you with physical affection, the injury was worse than he wanted you to know.
“Bruce, sweetheart, what happened?” Your voice softened. For a moment he simply looked at you with concern written all over his face. But he wasn’t concerned about himself. No, he was concerned because he hated worrying you.
“It looks worse than it is.” That was not the reassurance he seemed to think it was.
“Jacket.” You held out your hand. Bruce let out a sigh but this time he obeyed. Beneath the jacket, dark red stains soaked through the side of his shirt.
Your heart dropped. It had obviously hurt but he spent the entire drive home pretending otherwise.
“Babyy.” His expression immediately softened after your voice got softer.
“I’m fine my love. I promise you.”
“You are bleeding through your shirt.”
“Just a little.”
“A little?” The kids collectively backed away. Experience had taught them that your calm voice was significantly more dangerous than yelling.
You carefully lifted the edge of his shirt. The wound stretched across his ribs, deep enough that any normal person would have needed stitches. But luckily, you can just heal him and the whole batfam with your touch. You were their biggest blessing.
Your fingers brushed the skin around the wound. Immediately his shoulders relaxed. It wasn’t because of your healing, in fact, you haven’t even started yet. But he relaxed because you were touching him.
“You really thought you could hide this from me? I thought you knew me better than this mh?”
“A man can only hope.” A faint smile touched his lips.
“You should know that I will always know when something is wrong with you..”
“I do know.” The smile grew too wide.
“So I knew I’d eventually get caught.” You stared at him for a moment before shaking your head fondly. As your powers did the healing, the injury began disappearing almost instantly, the damaged tissue repairing itself as if the wound had never existed. Even after all these years, Bruce and the kids still found your powers comforting.
The cut vanished completely. The pain was now disappearing and the only thing left behind was a completely healthy skin. No scar left behind or whatsoever
“There.” you said softly. “Wasn’t so bad, mh?”
Bruce looked down before focusing his gaze back on you again. Then, to the absolute horror of every child in the room, he tilted his head slightly. Like he expected a kiss.
You immediately recognized that expression. Unfortunately so did everyone else.
“No oh please no!” Damian said.
“Uhh I think I forgot something outside.” Tim groaned and tiptoed his way out.
“Don’t do it!!” Jason begged.
“YESSSS PLEASE!!!” Steph cheered, jumping up and down. Dick looked seconds away from crying from laughter and Duke was just smiling, happy to see you and Bruce so in love.
“Seriously?” You stared at Bruce. His expression remained perfectly innocent. The fact that it wasn’t innocent at all only made it worse.
“What? I am still very much hurt.”
“The injury is healed, Bruce. Don’t lie now.”
“Is it? I could swear I feel something very sharp somewhere…”
“Bruce.”
He stepped closer, his hands settling comfortably at your waist. The movement was so natural that it was obvious he’d done it thousands of times before.
His eyes softened.
“Okay. But there might be lingering emotional trauma.”
Dick immediately closed Damian’s eyes causing Damian to yell at him. “Don’t look Damian. You’re still a child!!”
You couldn’t stop your laugh. The sound immediately made Bruce smile. And just like always, seeing it made your heart ache with affection.
“You are actually impossible, have I ever told you that?” you told him.
“I’ve been told. A few times, actually.” Then, because you loved him far too much to deny him something so simple, you reached up and pressed a kiss against his lips. Bruce immediately melted into the kiss. The most intimidating man actually relaxed into the kiss.
“Damian you will be very thankful grayson is covering your eyes. This is ridiculous as hell.” Jason said before disappearing.
“SOOOO Cute!!!!” Steph jumps into the arms of Cass because of happiness.
