Request: Imagine being Jim's daughter and dating Bruce. You guys go swimming one summer day. After a little while Alfred and Jim go looking for you and they find you to in the pool goofing around and being cute?
Warnings: None.
Author’s Note: I love this request! It’s such a cute idea and honestly I always want more pool requests. Like, if I was Batmom you’d find me at the pool almost 45% of the time. (I know this isn’t a Batmom request but still.) Also, I tried to find a gif from the scene where Bruce is practicing holding his breath but I couldn’t *insert sad emoji*
Y/A/N: Your Aunt’s Name
(if you don’t have an Aunt- just put in any name)
“Bet I can beat you to the other side!” You say to Bruce as you come up from the water, flipping some hair out of your eyes.
“Uh-huh, okay. We’ll see about that!” Bruce says as he wades over to the closest edge of the pool.
“Mmhmm, we’ll see.” I repeat to myself as I make my way over to where he’s waiting.
Mentally I go back to all those years I was on the swim team, learning all the different strokes. Of course Freestyle was the easiest and probably the fastest stroke to get me to the other end. However, should I suggest we do something different? Backstroke only? Nah... Maybe later.
“Ready?” Bruce asks as I make my way over to the edge, readying myself to kick off the wall in a minute.
I haven’t been on the swim team in years, so I might be out of practice, but this doesn’t stop my confidence from overflowing my body as back when I was on the swim team I was always the fastest, the strongest and most diligent swimmer.
“Yeah,” I breathe out as I look to him, waiting for the count-down.
“Okay, go!”
I push off the wall and lift my right arm up to quickly point it and dive in, I follow with my other arm, making sure to keep my fingers close together with no room for water to flow through and slow me down. I breathe out underwater, turning my head I breathe in and kick my legs as fast as they can go.
I turn my head to the left and look to see Bruce is a little bit ahead of me. Oh hell no. I pick up my pace and urge myself to go faster, making my strokes stronger in hopes to propel myself farther forward with each stroke.
I focus on my pace and don’t even realize that I’m practically at the other end already. As my fingers bump into the wall I stop my motions and jump up, hands soaring high above my head. “I won!” I let my body fall back into the water, letting the water catch me as my head goes under, letting myself feel the cool embrace of the water latching onto my body. It’s strange how water is so amenable to any form it’s given, any element it interacts with, and yet- I don’t know... it’s just fascinating in a sense.
I hear Bruce from underwater and come up, “what’re you laughing at?”
“You’re just... cute... you know that?” He says with a tiny blush scorching his cheeks before he splashes a wave of water at me probably in hopes of distracting me from what I’d already seen.
“Hey!” I exclaim as I push a wave of water back at him.
“Do you want to play ‘Tea Party’?” I ask Bruce, stopping his shenanigans as he gives me a quick confused look before asking.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a game where everyone- only the two of us in this case- go underwater and pretend to have a tea party- BUT- BEFORE you say no- it’s to see who can hold their breath the longest.... we did it in swim team.” I quickly explain, not wanting an instant “no” from Bruce because it sounds dumb and pointless.
“No wonder you won- you were on swim team,” he teases “and yeah, sure. It sounds kind of stupid but why not?” I giggle at his words.
“Yeah, it kind of is. But it’s to see how long you can hold your breath and improve, so... yeah.”
“Ready?”
“Okay... Now!” I jump up to push myself farther underwater due to buoyancy. I try to keep myself underwater by pushing the water up. I grab my little teacup and pretend to drink, putting it back on it’s lovely little saucer which I could imagine perfectly in my head. I try not to laugh as Bruce pretends to drink his tea with his pinky up, all dainty and proper, I could imagine Alfred saying.
Jim Gordon’s POV
“I could’ve sworn they were in here a minute ago Mister Gordon.” Alfred says confused as he looks around.
Questions couldn’t have taken too long to be answered before loud sounds of water splashing and gasps are heard from the pool. I turn back around and see Bruce and my daughter laughing. She hits him on the chest, “You cheated! You made me laugh!”
“Did not! I didn’t force you to do anything,” he taunts from afar as he grabs her wrist, keeping her close to him.
“Uh-huh, okay Mr. Technicality” she smirks at him.
I see Alfred sigh a little, before composing himself. “Uh, Miss Y/N? Your Father is here.” She looks over to us and quickly retracts her hand from it’s prior position and waves.
I wave back, “Your mom told me to pick you up cause apparently Aunt Y/A/N, is coming over for dinner.”
“Oh, okay!” Y/N swims over to the side of the pool and pushes herself out and onto the edge.
“Thank you for having her over” I direct to no one in particular.
“Anytime, Mister Gordon” Alfred responds with a smile as he looks back to me.
