── ⏜ ۪ ݁ First Checkup
pairings — 𓈒◌ ㅤׅ⠀Girl-dad!Mark Grayson x Wife!Reader
𑂘ypnop𑂘i𑂘 — 𓈒◌ ㅤׅ⠀Mark and his darling wife take their sweet baby girl to her first ever checkup, he didn't expect to walk out all puffy eyed and runny nosed ..
⚠︎ ᥕarning𑂘 — 𓈒◌ ㅤׅ⠀tooth rotting fluff , slight mentions of needles (i think like only once but yas)
a/n — 𓈒◌ ㅤׅ⠀first fic i wrote el oh el, i hope it isn't sappy or cringy.. I js really wanted to write a little something abt girl-dad!Mark ahahaheheh.
Mark was supposed to be invincible— Hell, that was quite literally his name! He could withstand bullets, break through concrete walls with just his bare fists, viltrum blood flowed through his body enhancing his strength and practically everything about him. He was the definition of indestructible.
Yet the very same man was crumbling at the soft cries of his little girl on her first checkup alongside his darling, Mark couldn't suppress the tears he was so close to shedding either, trying to soothe his precious daughter whilst also internally trying to calm himself down.
Soft whispers left Y/N's lips as she watched not only their daughter, but a grown man with alienistic strength break down right in front of her very eyes.
Baby Cecilia sat on Marks lap, fat tears running down her flushed chubby cheeks like endless waterfalls as the nurse prepped the vaccine.
Mark could only bite his lip and suppress the shared tears as Y/N could only stand beside the two and try and coax them both to calm down, a hand tangled in Mark's hair rubbing soothing motions into his scalp while her other gently patted her baby's back.
It was an ironic sight, watching her husband— The strongest man she knew, a hero, the same man who'd fight crime like it was nothing— Completely heartbroken at their daughter's checkup.
"Mark calm down, the nurse hasn't even started yet.."
Her voice remained soft, trying to reason with her dearest husband as Mark only sniffled in response, he couldn't help but feel so bad for his precious little girl, her little cries made him so weak in the heart he couldn't help but let a little tear slip past tightly closed eyes as the nurse injected a needle into Cecilia's tubby little arm.
Only after the checkup was finished he decided to calm down, holding a now sleeping Cecilia with one arm, the chubby little thing drooling on his shoulder.
"God.. I hated every moment in that room."
He let out a sigh carefully not to let the string of curses slip from his mouth and taint their little angel in his arms, letting his fingers curl around his wife's hand, shaking his head side to side as they walked back home after today's events.