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New Beginnings

(Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader, Batmom!reader x Dick Grayson, and Batmom!reader x Jason Todd)

*EDITED*

Word count: 3,054

Synopsis: The manor feels empty, since Dick left to live on his own. Bruce is angry. (and sad) You are definitely sad. But who knew that a new beginning was waiting for them. More like, stealing from them but who cares!

Warnings: Angst, not a lot though, Fluff, SOOO FLUFFY, and Dick Grayson anger......

(*A/N: I'm not entirely accurate with the ages in this fic but it's fan fiction, soooo and anyway Dick is eight years older than Jason and probably later on I'll make them closer in age but, for now Dick left when he was 18 instead of 19 to live in Bludhaven and Jason left to live with Bruce when he was 10 instead of 11)

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The big fight.

Such a trivial thing that progressed into Dick yelling and Bruce yelling back. You weren't there, when it happened but walking into dinner that night you could feel the tension. “Okay” you say dropping your fork onto your plate and placing your elbows on the table. You could feel Alfred’s disapproval from here. “What is up with you two?”

They turn their heads to you, in sync of course. Like father like son. Your son. Ever the drama queen answers first, “Nothings wrong mom. right dad?” You roll your eyes and glare at your son. “Richard Grayson. I can feel your sarcasm from here. Now I'll ask again, whats with you too?”

This time you direct the question towards your husband. He looks up at you with his usua blank face but only you can read the hint of sadness and hurt that coats it. Oh yeah, something definitely happened.

“Dick, here thinks he's and adult.”

“Well I-”

“SO much of an adult that he thinks he's ready to go on his own.”

You're confused. “I'm confused, do you want to move out?” you can't help but have a tint of sadness and shock in your voice, because well your baby is leaving. You should of saw it coming actually, He wasn’t going to stay here forever, I mean at first it started with him leaving at 16 to start a team.

And even that was hard for you and Bruce. The fight that caused that situation is a WHOLE other thing but moving out? You baby boy leaving your home? This was going to take some time to digest. Like you said, you should’ve seen it coming.

He was eventually...... gonna grow up and leave. Oh geez you feel like crying.

Dick sees your sullen face and hurriedly tries to explain. “NO! I mean…yes! It’s just…well.... I'm eighteen mom. I am an adult.”

Those four words almost sent you into a spiral, so much so the sadness is evident on your face. You didn’t want to make him feel bad about wanting to leave. Oh god no, you wouldn’t and haven’t been that mom EVER to guilt trip their children into doing what they wanted to do.

It’s one of the first things you discussed with Bruce when you both first got Dick. You both never wanted to be those parents. Though it seems like Bruce has a harder time conveying the right emotions, and Dick easily gets riled up. Especially if he’s told he can’t do something he wants to do.

Ugh, like father like son.

“See, you've upset your mother.” You hear Bruce say, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You quickly look at Dick and see the guilt creeping up all over his face and you start to reassure him that you're not upset about him leaving.

Well of course you're upset about that, but more of the fact that he’s not so little any more. That your baby boy is growing up and leaving you. But a small part that will soon blossom is happy he's finding his own way. But Bruce uses your silence as a way to egg on this already heated argument, he stands up from his chair and points a finger at Dick.

“You shouldn’t leave! You're still a kid. What you think- you think you're gonna be able to live by yourself at this age?! You don’t know a thing about living on your own.” Bruce was literally grasping at straws. Trying to find any reason to try and keep Dick here. Now you were getting angry.

Okay this has gone too far now. You know Bruce is sad that Dick is leaving and though it’s not right way to do it he chooses to express this through anger and inexcusable behavior.

“Bruce STOP!” You exclaim, almost out of your seat.

“NO MOM it’s obviously how he feels!” you look towards Dick too see he's abandoned his food too, and is standing up from his chair. “You don’t think I can do it! Live on my own. That I'll never be anything more than Robin. Nothing more than your side kick!”

“That is not what I said!”

“BUT ITS WHAT YOU MEANT!”

“STOP being ridiculous Dick! I can't believe we are having this discussion right now! especially in front of your mot-”

“ENOUGH!” their heads snap to you and immediately cower under your gaze.

They're in trouble. They both know it. Raising their voices at each other and throwing cheap shots. But their pride and their ego stop them from admitting their wrongs.

You internally sigh, sometimes it’s too much masculinity in you life.

“What is the matter with you two, that I can't even mention the tension in the room without you wanting to scream at each other?!” Chest heaving and red in the face from anger. You sit back down, and dig back in to your pasta.

The boys stand there, confused. So confused. They glance at each other for answers, before they remember they are supposed to be mad at each other and look away.

“uhh. mom?” you look up from your pasta to see Dick looking at you nervously. You soften your face and smile. “Sit down baby.” you turn your head to Bruce “both of you.” They both slowly sit down and dig back into their pasta.

“Dick, do you want to move out honey?” Honey. Your nickname that’s reserved for him since he was eight years old. That simple word makes all his anger disappear and he raises his head towards you with eyes filled with guilt, like the words he’s about to say is going to make you cry. Probably will.

“I’m ready to leave mom. NOT ready to leave you guys of course, just ready to find myself? As cliche as it sounds. I just want, No... I need to be on my own.” You smile with tears in your eyes and lay your had on his cheek. With watery eyes and a wobbly happy smile.

“Oh sweetheart, I'm not sad that you want to leave. You leaving doesn't hurt my feelings honey. I’m happy you want to find yourself. Whatever makes you happy hun I'm always going to support you.” You say it with such conviction and truth that dick sags with relief and almost sheds a tear. He smiles his brilliant bright smile back at you.

“And, your dad I'm sure feels the same way.” You both turn you heads to your husband to see him looking at you both with soft eyes. Bruce sighs before he stands up from his chair. “c’mon chum... lets talk again” he says it so nervous and shy it almost makes you smile,

Oh your Bruce is just so worried he’s gonna ruin it with Dick. You face back towards your son with a smile and jerk your head towards Bruce. You watch him rise from his seat and follow his dad into the study, both glancing at each other nervously and Dick fiddling his fingers. Oh your boys, you don't know where they would be without you. You hear a cough from the door way to see Alfred looking at you with a raised eye brow and a smile. You just shrug your shoulders and smirk.

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That was two months ago. Bruce and Dick eventually came back from the study their differences reconciled (I will NOT let canon batdad be a man who can't say I love you to his kids shine through in this Bat-mom series! Sorry, not sorry. We only accept good Batdad here!) and we started looking for Dicks new apartment.....in Bludhaven.

You know when you thought about Dick moving into his own home you thought Gotham. The same city, a few miles away, easy to pop in whenever you missed him but no, it’s a whole different one, but... if that what your baby boy wants that's what he’ll get.

So you and a very sad Bruce go apartment hunting in Bludhaven. You eventually found an apartment after Bruce saying no to all the other ones and saying they weren't good enough, Dick fell in love with one with an amazing view and Bruce, very slowly admitted he liked it too. That made Dicks smile even bigger.

Now you, Bruce and Alfred are all alone. No more Dick running to you when he wanted something, no more Dick begging Bruce to fix the railing so he can balance on it again, no more Dick begging Alfred to a make his favorite dinner (Mac and cheese) No more Dick.

It was sad. You were sad, Bruce was sad, and Alfred was sad. You three were all adjusting to life without Dick in your home every day and night. Sure he called, almost everyday,

”Mom how do I use a can opener?”

“Do I put the stove on 350 or 360 degrees?”

“Yeah, yeah I meant oven” but it wasn't the same.

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One night, After Bruce was finished meeting Gordon, and going over the new riddler case. He finds himself driving back there, where it happened. He doesn't do it often but some nights he can't stop himself.

You know about his drives to Crime Alley and what it does to him, when he comes home and his usual aura of broodiness increases and the bad memories and thoughts come back, but your always there for him when he's ready to talk, with open arms and soothing words, that's what makes him choose to actually go to Crime Alley. The promise you'll be there for him when he comes home.

Your his home.

He parks the Bat-mobile and gets off and patrols the area for an hour, scaring off criminals and watching over the innocent people of the neighborhood, if he can even call it that, before he decides he should stop torturing himself and makes his way back into the car.

He’s walking towards the car when he sees it. Little stick like legs sticking up underneath the Bat-mobile. Immediately he’s on alert, someone is trying to mess with the Bat-mobile. It’s upon closer inspection and him slowly walking towards the car when he sees that the person is trying to.....trying to steal the tires! Oh... You’d love this.

He's ready to yell at the person trying to steal from him when he hears a small gasp. He looks towards the tire to see the skinniest boy he’s ever seen with a tire iron in his hand and grime all over his face looking up at him with fear in his eyes. It’s at this moment he wishes he chose to wear a less intimidating costume, because the fear and worry in the little boys eyes make this heart twist. “what are you doing?” He speaks in an unusually soft voice. well as soft as she can while being Batman.

The boy nervously swings the tire iron in his hand up at bruce. Shocked but quick, bruce catches it before it hits his face and rips it out of the little boys hand. The gangly kid realizing he’s weaponless scrambles up from the ground to his feet and stumbles off into an alley yelling obscenities. Bruce still reeling from the “attack” follows the kid and corners him in the alley way. He asks again in his “Batman voice” this time.

“What are you doing?”

The intimidation obviously spooks the kids because the next thing Bruce knows is the little boy is stuttering out an apology and slides his eyes around not looking at Bruce, he assumes he's too nervous to make eye-contact because when he squats down towards the little boy’s height, he scrambles back into the wall. His eyes widened and his face scrunches up like he is anticipating a hit. Yeah, this hurts. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Okay?"

The little boy looks up at him with cautious and disbelieving eyes. “How-how do I know you ain’t lying?……..I was going to hit you?” He’s looking at Bruce likes he’s insane. He was going to steal his tires and hit him. Why isn't he upset?!

“Because that's not what I do.”

The skinny kids silent disbelief tells Bruce what he thinks of that answer.

“What if I show you something to make you trust me?” he can't believe he’s going to do this. This kid was gonna swing on him with a tire iron. For some reason he admires the action, rather than judging it. The boy looks up at him with disbelief swimming in his eyes before slowly nodding. Bruce takes a deep breath in and hopes he won't regret this, something tells him he won't. He takes off his cowl.

And looks up towards the boy and hearing his loud gasp makes his lips curl up. “Your- You're..... You're Bruce Wayne! OH MY GOD NO WAY!”

“okay kid.....settle down ju-”

“I mean I knew he had to be someone but you? well I never though it be you!”

he doesn't know if he should be offended or not he chooses to ignore it....for now, he’ll talk to you about it later.

“Trust me now?” The little boy smiles a big smile,

“Oh Yeah! definitely now” Bruce puts back his cowl on and asks the boy again. “what were you doing with the Bat-mobile?”

All traces of a smile wipes off his face and Bruce wants to take the question back because now he's nervous,

“Ahhh about that, sorry mister I...I s- shouldn't have done that. It’s just if I came back to my... neighborhood with the bat-mobiles tires....I would get a lot of money, and you see I need the money and yeah. YEAH! So sorry for trying to hit you, i was just scared. I’m really really sorry, so yeah and I won’t take your tires again promise.”

He says it with such honesty Bruce believes him. He reminds him of you. “what’s your name?” Bruce chooses to ask instead of continuing the conversation about tires, it seems to be a good idea because the little boy sheepishly smiles and whispers his name “Jason. Jason Todd”

It’s fitting Bruce thinks. he can't help but want to keep talking the kid and asks him the question that he definitely knows the answer to, “Are you hungry Jason?” His stomach growls, and they both release soft laughs.

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Bruce is late. He usually is back around 2 a.m. to 2:30 a.m. but it’s now three thirty in the morning and you're getting worried. You’re walking down the steps to the bat cave when you hears the engine of the Bat-mobile in the distance. You sigh out of relief of him being okay and on his way, but also ready to yell at him for being late and making you stay up. (you can't fall asleep without him)

He pulls up into the “driveway” and gets out and just as you're about to yell at him you look down to see a small set of shoes peeking out beneath his cape. Little shoes. Oh, what did he do?

Confused you look towards Bruce for answers to see him looking anywhere but you, suddenly hesitant. Narrowing your eyes you ask the question, “Bruce who’s shoes do those belong to and is there a little someone behind you?” You ask in a silly voice. Hoping to ease whoever is hiding behind your husband.

Bruce huffs out a breath and squats down. Still shielding someone from you. You hear him whispering and it’s when you hear a soft whisper back. Bruce turns his body towards you extending his arm out, you grab it and squat down to his level, “This is Jason”

You turn your head to see a little boy with the darkest hair and lightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen, and looking at you nervously almost scared of your reaction to him. You softy smile in return and you can visibly see his shoulders drop in relief. You turn towards Bruce with questions in your eyes.

“Brought him here to stay the night.” You raise your eyebrows out of shock and a happiness that your turn your head back to the 10 year old boy and smile.

“Hi, I'm Y/n, it’s wonderful to meet you Jason” He smiles back and you think you haven't seen anything more adorable and speaks with the cutest Gotham accent you've ever heard, “it’s nice to meet you too Y/n, it’s okay I stay with you and B?” B awee, Bruce already has a nickname. Makes you want one.

“Of course Jason, in fact Alfred just made cookies today and I'm sure we can heat them up? do you want to come with me upstairs?”

He looks up at bruce for approval and you can't help but feel your heart melt in your chest. Bruce nods and sends him a small smile, and Jason whips his head to you and quickly nods his head. You let out a loud laugh and stand up and hold out your hand for him to take, he slowly takes you hand and that’s when you feel warmth spread through your body. His little fingers curling around yours. Makes you think of Dick when he was younger.

It’s barley been five minutes and this kid has you hooked. You don't think you’ll let him go until he gives you a nickname too. And even then you don't think you’ll want to let go.

You lead him upstairs talking his ear off about how good Alfred’s cookies are and how much he’ll like them, and it’s when he shyly asks if there's chocolate chip, you gasp and exclaim “OF COURSE there’s chocolate chip cookies jay!” you don't even notice the name slipped out of your mouth but Jason does and he smiles and lets out a loud laugh, he talks more with you after that.

Bruce knows you’ll have questions and he’ll definitely answer them, but watching you two completely ignore his existence and walk off into your own word in the five minutes of meeting each other, he knows he made the right decision when it came to bringing Jason back home.

He quickly showers and changes into a t-shirt and sweats and walks up to the doorway of the kitchen to see you two both smiling and laughing, it makes him feel warm inside and he can't wait for Jason to be living with you guys permanently. And when you catch his eyes in the doorway and smile. He knows for sure he made the right choice.

Hope y’all enjoyed, feedback is always appreciated -yella <;33

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Kara: “So, Y/N, how did you and my cousin meet?”

Y/N: “Well, Lois spilled coffee on my white shirt on purpose and your cousin gave me the shirt off his back. Literally.”

Kara: *Looks at Clark* “You did?”

Clark: *Blushes and smiles shyly* “Well, I had an extra shirt in the back, so...”

Y/N: “Nah, he just wanted to be shirtless. He knew what he was doing.”

Kara: “You and Kal are such lovesick idiots.”