Gothamites calling SK!Reader lil Brucie is now even more solidified now that they took in some random kid even if its not official
They see SK!Reader having some lil kid following them around is gonna make the tabloids go crazy
It doesn’t even occur to you that you probably should have been more secretive about this unceremonious (and not strictly legal) adoption, but things are always clearer in hindsight, huh?
The kid won’t leave your side for barely a second (you really should try asking for her name, “kid” is only gonna get you so far) so it’s unsurprising when the very next day after taking the kid shopping for new clothes, the internet is flooded with tabloids about it, complete with various pictures of the kid sitting on your shoulders, or the two of you walking around with matching rabbit shirts. (you had seen her eyeing it in the store, getting one for yourself had been the only way the kid would admit that she wanted it) What WAS surprising however, were the headlines.
“New Bruce Wayne adoptee??”
“Bruce Wayne's newest ward?”
“Mr. Wayne's latest addition! Adopted? Or a secret love child?”
Oh this…. This would absolutely not do.
Within the hour, you had rocked up to Vicki Vale’s building, complete with the kid, the matching shirts, smoothies in hand, and promptly walked past the receptionist and into Vicki’s office.
“You need to fix this,” is all you say while tossing your phone onto her desk, her latest article on the screen, “it’s wrong.”
Vicki, of course, was shocked, interrupted on her lunch break, “Excuse me?” was all she could get out as she watched the little girl glance up at you, then turning to face her, mimicking your pose and accusing stare.
Leaning down, you tap the phone screen, “Your article, it’s wrong. The kid isn't Bruce's. She’s never even met him. So,” pointedly taking a sip of your smoothie, you slide your phone to the edge of the desk and into little hands, “you need to change it.”
Glancing between the two of you as the sounds of electric gunfire echo from the device in the girls hands, Vicki quickly puts herself together, smiling as she clasps her hands together, “Oh I’d be happy too,” tilting her head as she adds, "if you would be so kind as to clarify who she is?”
Straightening from where you’d been leaning over her desk, you smile as you turn for the door, “That's a dumb question,” you wave away Vicki's protests as you slide the kid out of the office,
“She’s my kid, obviously.”
You wait a second after you close the door, listening for the shout of “WHAT!?” from the other side, before tucking the kid under your arm and hightailing it out of the building.
Halfway home, your phone beeps, a new tabloid from Vicki Vale has been published in record time.
“Exclusive interview! Bruce Wayne; Grandfather?”
Ugh, It wasn’t great… but it’d have to do.
~Masterlist~
