#doting husband!bruce

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I feel like doting wife would introduce Bruce to cheap Swiss miss hot chocolate and he would become (secretly) obsessed. It becomes his go-to little treat.

I feel like the opposite happens

"I don't really like hot chocolate but thank you-"

"You'll like this," Bruce assured you, brushing a kiss against your temple as Alfred set down a cup of hot chocolate for you. You'd come home soaked to the skin and teeth chattering.

If this were a cartoon, you would have been blue and dripping icicles..

Bruce, evidently wasn't the only one concerned. How Alfred had found the time to add the extra flourishes, Bruce would never know but. He appreciated it. And he could tell that you did too, even if you didn't have any particular urge to drink it.

You took a sip tentatively. And he could practically see you thaw out. It was satisfying. You melted literally and figuratively. "This is good. Did they come out with a new flavor or-"

"Madam," Alfred sniffed, suppressing a smile with difficulty, "There has never been hot chocolate mix in this house and I refuse to allow it. That's from scratch."

"Amazing."

"Thank you," Alfred said, cheeks coloring just slightly. "I live to please."

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Alfred just being besties with Bruce's wife?

Finding you puttering around in the kitchen had gotten less jarring over time. And he rather enjoyed your presence there.

So today, watching you babysit a pot of boiling sugar, a small bowl of ice cold water at the ready, he was curious instead of annoyed. You seemed to have a never ending list of odd little talents.

"Don't tell me. You once apprenticed to Willy Wonka?"

You snort and glance over your shoulder, "I thought about it but the Oomba Loompas songs got on my nerves. This I learned from my Grandma."

"And what prey tell," he said taking a seat at the counter to watch, "is this?"

"Cough drops," you hum. "It's getting cold out and I refuse to listen to Bruce say he doesn't need them- but if I tell him it's candy well."

"Diabolical. I love it." Alfred took the recipie card you proffered and scanned it. Local Honey, Ginger, Tumeric, lemon- certainly all things that could soothe a sore throat. And, owing to the jars of honey, sweet enough to fly under Bruce's radar.

You snort and frown at the mixture on the stove, "Don't you dare. Don't you dare boil over-"

"I don't think it can hear you."

"It better learn to read a vibe. I did NOT talk to the weird hippie lady at the farmer's market to be disrespected like this."

Evidently, it did learn to read a vibe as it receded from the edges of the pan and Alfred snorted. "Shall I fetch a proper thermometer?"

"I don't need one," you hum. A statement of fact not a brag. "I haven't since I got the hang of the cold water trick."

"Is there anything you can't do?" Alfred asked.

"Long division. And my French is horrific."

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Alfred and Dick’s reaction to wife reader bringing home that scruff of an animal?

"Master Bruce-"

"I know." Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "But-" He stepped back wordlessly and gestured to where you were sitting on the sofa introducing Dick to Sugar, now that she was clean and vaccinated.

Thankfully, the Vet had given her a clean bill of health aside from being a little dehydrated and underweight. But nothing that would hinder her from coming home after a couple days of observation.

Sugar was all enthusiasm. Kisses and wiggling. Whining and burrowing into any pocket of soft and warm she could find. Making Dick giggle as she wiggled around to try and lick his face.

"Does the creature have a name?" Alfred asked dryly. Clearly, Bruce wouldn't be able to tell you no. Not when both of you- you and Dick were so enamored by her. It was his biggest weakness, his wife and son.

"Sugar- Y/N saw a flash of white fur under all the muck and ran with it."

"Sugar. Of course," Alfred said shaking his head. "And are they full grown?"

Bruce shrugged. "The vet said she may get a little bigger but she'll stay pretty small."

"I shall inform the staff that if they see a barking dust bunny they needn't be alarmed."

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How does the Justice League react to Bruce doting on batmom and Dick? I’m sure they’re surprised that he’s a loving husband and father

"No, you can't do that," Bruce said, gentling his tone just slightly on the phone. "Go find her. She'll read you a story-"

Oliver looked at Wonder Woman and Superman who were seemingly unphased by BATMAN the scariest fucker Oliver had ever met talking about bedtime stories.

"I promise. She'll tuck you in just as well as I can."

"What the fuck?"

Diana shrugged, offering no further explanation. Bruce had a wife and a child- two people he preferred to keep out of Justice League nonsense.

And Clark grinned, "Bed time routine got disrupted huh?" Dick was pouting. And annoyed.

"I know she can't bend over right now," Bruce snorted. "Just pick Zitka up off the floor so she doesn't have to. And make sure your shoes are out of the way so she doesn't trip. I gotta go. Be good. I'll see you tomorrow."

Oliver narrowed his eyes as he watched Bruce put his Batman phone back on his belt, "Who let you have a kid?"

"Two kids," Clark corrected cheerfully. "How is she doing by the way?"

"Fine," Bruce said, restraining and eyeroll with difficulty. "Can we just-"

"I still don't understand who would let him-" Oliver started.

"Someone smart enough to know this is more important than your petty prying," Diana said, surpressing a smile with difficulty. She'd seen first hand the way Bruce fussed over his wife and adopted son. They were his heart. The outlet for all the feelings Batman wouldn't allow himself. And she was looking forward to this Sunday's visit to Gotham- it was always a sure fire way to get new material to tease him with when he got particularly irritating.

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I feel like doting wife is the one who brings Ace into the family. She just comes home with the most scrappy looking dog that she found on her way home and Bruce truly is incapable of saying no to her.

I don't think she'd bring home a functional pet. It would have to be the most useless pet ever. Like a dust mop with feet.

""Bruce stop!"

And it was the note of panic in your voice that made him hit the breaks- and nearly cause a small series of wrecks. But before he can ask questions you've unbuckled your sat belt and wrenched the door open. Bolting out into the rain and scooping up what looked like a bundle of muddy garbage out of the gutter.

"What the-"

And as you scowled at a car until it stopped to let you hop over puddles back to the car Bruce could practically feel the headache brewing.

"Sweetheart, what the-"

You're crooning to the bundle of trash and making little soothing noises and it's not until the honking and yelling dies down that he can properly hear. It's not trash. It's a... creature. And it's whining.

" 'S okay baby," you hum. "It'll be okay. I know that kid was a dick but you'll be okay."

"Y/N you can't just-"

"They're scared. And I just watched a kid on a moped try to hit them-"

You broke off and looked up at him. Eyes flashing. And Bruce can't say no. The wrongness of it. The injustice of watching someone be hurt for no good reason- It just reminded him of why he wanted you to start with.

All your education. All your struggle to become one of the sharpest, most sought after legal minds in the country. And instead of taking the easy way out, making piles of money and having a fast track to the top; you worked in legal aid. Living on instant coffee and canned soup- counting handfuls of change to put gas in your car sometimes. All because one desperate person came to you with no where else to go.

"I'll call Alfred. What even is it?"

"A dog I think," you hum, holding the bundle closer to your chest when it shivered.

"You think?"

"I mean. It could be a raccoon but I doubt it. I've never seen a skinny Raccoon in Gotham."

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I just KNOW that doting Bruce would be obsessed with his wife’s baby bump. Whether just admiring her or talking to the bump, this man can’t get enough

"Well this is just not going to work," you huff, giving up on buttoning the slacks you were trying to put on- even if you could get them on they were going to be too tight to be comfortable.

You look down at your belly and sigh. It wouldn't be much longer and there'd be no hiding it, even with all the new clothes Bruce would be thrilled to buy for you. Still. You HAVE to go to the office today.

So you work the slacks back off your hips and toss them aside. Going to see if you could find a dress or a skirt that would sit in a different spot and hide the growing bump.

Frowning intently at your wardrobe, you don't immediately notice your husband. Not until his massive hands were cradling your belly as he rumbled wordlessly- satisfied with himself. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"Nothing fits," you sigh, "I was hoping I could find something that would sit above the-"

"I'll take care of it," he assured you, kissing your neck. "Don't get upset."

"I'm not upset," you tell him, smiling a little. "I just thought I'd have more time before I had to face shopping for new clothes."

Bruce chuckled and rubbed your hips, squeezing affectionately, "I'll take care of it," he assured you. He wasn't sure what all you needed. Bras for sure. Underpants. Dresses, skirts, blouses, comfortable clothes for lounging at home... He'd have to update your wardrobe a few times. And he wondered if it would be inappropriate to pick a few things just for him. Lingerie that would show off how... Beautiful you looked. The thought made his mouth water.

"Brucie-" You can feel the change in how he's touching you. Slowing down and getting more deliberate. "I have a meeting-"

"You don't have anything to wear," he teased. 'May as well stay home relax."

"It's tempting."

"Be tempted," he coaxed. He wanted you to himself for a while. And with Dick off to school... well.

"Can I have a back rub?" you pout.

"Anything," he said without hesitating. Just as long as it meant he got you naked and got to keep touching you.

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doting husband!Bruce flirting with his wife as batman?

"Mrs. Wayne," he said, stepping into the light, "You shouldn't be out this late."

"I lost track of time," you say contritely. "No boy wonder this evening?"

"He didn't finish his homework in time," Bruce said, "So It's just me."

"Well that's a shame," you hum, leaning against your car, "Doesn't it get lonely?"

"Not all the time. Sometimes I find someone charming to talk to-"

"Well that I won't take up too much of your time," you tease.

Bruce tutted and stepped forward, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, "This is the high point of my night," he said.

"Oh?" He looks intense. Not angry, but. Intense. And it's giving you butterflies.

"Reminds me what I'm fighting for," he said, bending his head and ghosting a kiss against your lips.

"But my husband wouldn't-"

"He doesn't have to know," Bruce said, grinning as he kissed you again.

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Doting husband Bruce being over protective of his wife?

"Nope."

"What'd you mean 'Nope' I just-"

Bruce took the box you were carrying inside from the Farmer's market, and swooped down to kiss you, "Too heavy," he said.

"Brucie-"

"No chances," he said shrugging. It probably wasn't too much. But he wasn't willing to risk anything putting too much strain on your body. Your health and safety-

"I'm pregnant not dying," you snort, breaking into his internal monologue. "Brucie I'm fine."

"And you're gonna stay that way," he agreed, setting the box down on the counter and pulling you into his arms, bending to kiss you again. He'd always struggled to keep his hands off you but now? If you were near him and he wasn't close to you, you just felt too vulnerable.

You wrap your arms around his neck and scritch lightly along his hairline in the back. "You were at the appointment, baby. Everything is-"

Bruce smiled a little and kissed your nose. "You're so cute trying to keep me from worrying," he teased. "You just don't like being told what to do."

"I like it sometimes," you point out, eyes glimmering as you pout at him.

"Don't distract me from-"

"Distract you from what?" you tease. "The kidnappers hiding in Alfred's veggies?"

"Listen, baby girl," he started.

"No, you listen," you pout. "I've got you to myself all day. Can't we just go back upstairs and take advantage of it?"

"I do like the sound of that," he chuckled, sweeping you up into his arms easily.