🎀The Tails of Coccinelle Moon and The Batman🎀
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Chapter one:
Day gone wrong
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TW: blood, Bruce having PTSD and flashbacks, perhaps a panic attack? Emotional neglect?, miscommunication, yandere (platonic) behavior if you squint (The Robins towards their dad in later chapters btw), the word Daddy is used affectionately and specifically in a platonic way as in father and daughter, pls don't be weird.
Platonic!Batfam x Ladybug/Magical Girl!Reader
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It's weird how everything started, he can't remember how did he got in this situation, him under the rubble with a half conscious Superman who's just laying there with kryptonite stabbed halfway into his side, he's pretty sure he has a broken rib and a ripped muscle, but he can't let his best friend co-worker just lay there as he bleeds out, so he crawls out of the rubble and immediately goes to do the first aid that he learned at med school.
"Clark can you hear me?" he half whispers half choked out as he presses the wound
"MHmmh d-dunt te-tell Louissss" Clark tries to say coherently but he groans in pain
"pf- I'll try not to" Bruce says as he grabs Clarks red cape to use it as cloth........but wet? why is it wet? huh it runs down his hand dripping...
drop
drop
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Red...... red... it's everywhere....... its blood.... too much blood, w-why is there more red than blue??
"B-bruce?" Clark Jason whispers as he grips Bruce's other hand
"Dad......"
Bruce snaps out of it and does his work taking what he needs out of his utility belt, but his hands can't help but shake, he carefully takes out the kryptonite and tosses it slightly away so he can do his best to bandage Clark as he himself tries to calm the best that he cans to work properly at least.
Once Clark is okay for the situation they are in Bruce makes a mental note to take his meds in time, its 2:43PM its fine its okay, he has 17 minutes before he needs to take them, he'll be fin- he suddenly is in the watch tower as all of them are re-going on what went wrong in the mission.
"Okay everyone what went wrong today?" Wonder Woman asks with a tired look, she wants to go home Bruce thinks, he knows them maybe more than they know themselves.
But Bruce isn't really listening to the lecture, he's lm his head he can't forget how his hands shaked when he was aiding Superman, it was..... It was as if he was in that alley again..... Helpless, scared..... Alone, and its past 4 and he still hasn't gotten his meds, but that's fine because he's been practicing breathing and those therapeutic exercises that Dinah recommend him to try, so he momentarily closes his eyes and inhales as silently and as much air as he can before exhaling silently, it could even be described as a sigh...
Click
Click
Click
Click
His eye twitches under his cowl he cant help but tighten his eternal scowl, his eyes dart towards the computer, Cyborg is tapping the keys as he writes the mission report, he tries to distract himself with the corner of his cape or looking at the Batfam comms chat that is empty.
"Batman.... Batman... Bruce!" Diana calls it makes his break out of his trance, he grunts in aknowledgement "Can you tell us what went wrong this time? beacuse you seem to look like you have better places to go" Diana says a bit harshly, It makes bruce want to recoil on his seat "So? go on beause i'll remind you it was your plan and you were the one that surprisigly did not follow" She says, In Bruce's eyes its clear she's stressed and a lot, with whats happening in Themyscira, something about a wind bag????? he's not so sure but he doesn't holds it againts her but her gaze looks so pointed and so bother........ suddendly the suit feels tighter. ".......Superman injured" he grunts out "He would have been okay" Diana says her patience thining "Yeah Spooky, we've talked about team work haven't we?" Hal says as if putting salt on the wound which gets him a discret kick from Green Arrow under the table -Ocuh- "what we mean is that we need to communicate more Bats" Barry says softer than anyone else as if trying to calm the situation..... "WHAT? i didn- ocuh!? stop kicking-" BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ----------- he can't hear anything.... why cant he hear anything? why, why, why
"Nononon if he wants to be on the team he needs to-"
"He's right-"
"ofcourse not!"
"He doesnt trust-"
He breaths heavely but to normal eyes no one wold realized that, he silently stands up and walks to the headquarters infirmary to sit down besides a passed out Superman, he takes out his comms.
- I'll be home early
-Huhm? u okay B?
-Do you require assistance father?
-No, I'll just head home earlier than expected, the meeting was cut short
-👍✌️😊🫵🏠🙏🤞🫶
-Thank Cassy, yes I'll be heading home safe
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Ding
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-hey old man..... u okay? u don't sound okay, you don't write like that.
-Im okay Jay, Im fine.
-Wuthever, not like I care.
-Sure chum sure.
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He pats Clark's shoulder and then leaves the Watchtower directly to the Batcave, He walks straight to the Batcomputer chair, he takes off the cowl and his hand directly runs down his face tiredly.
"Master Bruce" Alfred says with slight confusion "you are here early" Bruce can't help but rub his eyes and then look at Alfred "The meeting... ran short" Alfred just nods with acknowledgment "are you perhaps thinking of having some time for yourself?" He only eon a small hum from Bruce as he removes his cowl and cape and starts to head to his room.
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"Do you think Bruce is okay?" Barbara asks as she pokes on her strawberry milkshake "He always has something going on, i dont think its something to worry about probably his paranoia" Dick answers her question with ease as he checks on his phone the clock "u sure man? his texts seemed kinda off" another voice says entering the room "we're sure Duke, the old man's fineee" Jason says with a half groan "Not everything has to be about that fckin man" he rolls his eyes as he continues readig his new book "I please ask you to not talk about our father like that Todd" A more little yet very much serios voice said in a corner of the room, what was more surprising was the audible clap on the other and more darker corner off the room that got mosts attention -"👦🏾🗡️👈🏻👍🏻//🫱🏻🫲🏾//🫵🏻✌🏻🫷🏻🙅🏻♀️🗣️🙊👉🏻👨🏻"- Cassandra started to sign slightly agressively trying to comunicate a bit of her frustration beacuse she isn't getting why are those two talking dissmisively about their father "Oh no Cain, it is my pleasure to agree with you in this one, yes Jason and Richard should refrain to talk like that about father" Damian says as he appears behind the couch with not only Titus but also Jerry the Turkey "He was an ass last patroooollll" Stephanie chimes in jumping over the back of the sofa to sit just beside Jason "Why do you think Tim isnt here today?" steph remarks half joking...... but someone in the hallway must have feel it way to much.
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sigh
He walks away. He's tired and stressed out of medication, and Clark is still unconscious, so he walks back into his room to think, how can he keep this up? He is exhausted. At some point, he starts packing a suitcase without even realizing it. He also calls his assistant, asking her to blank out all of his meeting and other Wayne Enterprises Activities for an undefined time but if they need something urgently to give him a call.
He's not sure when he called a driver to pick him up, or at which moment he stepped into his Private Jet. The only thing he's sure about is that he is going to France, to Paris, to be more exact, to visit his daughter, his first biological child. After all, it is the scheduled visit he usually makes, only that this time he's half a month earlier.
Ring, Rign, Ring
"Alloooooô?" a foreign voice answered him with a snicker and some giggles in the back, the voice didn't sound very French more like it had a tint of a different accent ".......who.....who's this?" Bruce asked slightly confused at the unfamiliar voice on the phone "Je m'appelle Mar-" the voice got cut off by a soft, happy, and familiar voice "Girls!...DADDY?! AAAAAAAAA" and exited and a familiar chime sounded thro Bruce's phone and a some small playful fuzzing in the back "DAD! OWHHH HELLO FATHARRRR" Bruce couldn't help but smile widely and let out a small giggle "Hello, my dear -" his voice was a bit cut off by the turbulence "Ohhhhh Daddy, when are you coming to viiiiiist meeeee" the girl dramatically suffered and pouted even tho he couldn't see her, laugh could be heard in the back of the call "I'm already on a Jet" before bruce could utter another word a loud and happy gasp was heard and he couldn't help but melt at the sound of his daughter to be so happy to see him "REALLY!?! OH THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU PAPA, I'VE MISSED U SO MUCH!, you're gonna love the new things I've done! so much stuff has happened and I NEED to tell you!!!!!!" you can't help but be so happy about it, it's your dad and he's coming to see you, he always does every 2 or 3 months and it's great, the weeks he spends with you are the best, he makes breakfast, takes you to father-daughter dates, you both volunteer at community stuff, its so splendid the time you spend with him even tho its kinda limited BUT that makes every single moment even better! "when do arrive papa?" you ask with a smile "Tomorrow morning" and another happy scream is heard, yeah he loves his daughter, because she may be a bit spoiled but he taught her better, she's spoiled not rotten and the only "normal" child he has...... RIGHT?! 🐞🪄💜
(yes, the reader is gonna be a bit Disney coded, I'm too depress right now so this is me writing fluff for myself and other people who would like to read it), (Yall can send me questions or anything, or comment stuff i would appreciate what people think)