How’s the Weather Up There?
Warnings: tall!fem!reader, reader is a Wayne (only platonic with Bruce and Damian), No NSFW, Silly, no yandere themes, Reader is kinda shy, blurb
The entire family had been there when Bruce had gotten the call. Some soft sweet voice on the phone with a stutter echoing in the Batcave about how she might be his child and apologizing profusely for the awkward call.
Everyone had frozen when looking at Bruce. Bodies tense and expecting this to blow up into a whole spectacle. Each person looking at the other for someone's reaction. But, the most anticipated reaction was Bruce's.
"Who's your mother?" He had asked in an almost gentle voice. Suspicious, but there was no way he was going to show that.
"It's, um... You probably don't remember her... But, she did a show for Versace..." The voice had stumbled to explain before finally sharing a name. And, that made Bruce nod before replying.
"I remember her. Beautiful woman with long legs." He had commented, something that a rich playboy would say about some random model from forever ago.
To be fair, Bruce did treat the models he spent the night with respectfully. But, it was still difficult to make an emotional connection with someone so focused on their appearance for their career.
The conversation after that still held everyone's attention. Sharp ears all trying to detect any inconsistences in the story.
You hadn't really felt the need to ask your mother about Bruce until recently. You had a fairly normal childhood, though your mother was on her second marriage while still a minor model.
You had graduated high school last year and weren't necessarily interested in college due to student loans, but you weren't asking for Bruce to cover anything either. You only called because you wanted to confirm things due to being a bit uncertain about your future at the moment.
Which lead to Bruce offering to send you a private DNA test. Making the entire cave sigh in relief when you stuttered out that you were more than willing to do it.
It had lead to bets being placed though.
Dick and Jason betting you were actually Bruce's biological child and karma was finally catching up to him for his playboy persona. Barbara and Stephanie bet that you weren't Bruce's kid at all, but that he'd probably swoop in to adopt you anyway. Duke refused to bet. And, Cassandra remained silent on the matter while observing Damian. Making a different kind of bet to herself.
Everyone could tell the youngest of the bunch was a nervous wreck on the matter despite his skill at hiding it.
Only Cassandra could tell that both Damian and Bruce were perhaps excited. Even if you were grown, you sounded so soft and sweet. Mild mannered and polite.
But, no one Tim was allowed to do any research on you until those results came in. No sense in getting attached or over analyzing things when they had a City to protect and you lived in another.
It did, however, only take two days for the results to come in. And, then a full day for Bruce to process it.
Positive.
After that, the green light went off. Driver’s licenses, passport, social security. All of it checked. Medical records. School records and pictures. Even a very pictures your mother posted of you online. (She didn’t post many. Which was surprisingly wholesome in a way for a woman with a flourishing social media presence.)
A sweet face that looked nearly identical to your mother’s with a smidgen of Bruce’s more angular features. Not very assassin-y looking, Stephanie joked.
Bruce himself called to fly his daughter out to Gotham home. Talking to her on the phone and wanting to enjoy this one bit of normalcy.
Of course, you offered to just drive out. A round trip sounded nice in your aimlessness and you didn’t want to hassle your newfound family. (You were nervous. It was clear to tell by the way your breath hitched on the phone.)
Another three days of anticipation and Barbara tracking your phone as you drove to Gotham. And, then your modest car pulls up along the driveway to the manor.
Bruce carefully coordinates the family on the steps. They weren’t missing this. Everyone was far too nosy. Even Damian, though he wouldn’t dare admit it. He had a right to see his blood-sister. (That comment made Jason laugh, Dick and Tim groaned.)
Bruce also felt that pool of anxiety in his gut. Though he wouldn’t dare show it. Years of life having made him better apply to manage hiding such things.
The carefree playboy persona was on, mixed with some genuine fatherly excitement as he jogged to open your car door for you. His heart melting a bit at how hopeful and shy you looked.
“Already getting the princess treatment.” Jason muttered loud enough for everyone to hear. Only to sputter as you stepped out of the car.
“Oh, my queer ass was not ready for this.” Stephanie’s eyes lighting up like sparklers.
“I completely skipped over her height on her driver’s license…” Barbara had covered her mouth in surprise, while also elbowing Dick to shut his. Tim and Duke were too busy laughing at a disappointed and pouting Damian. Clearly genetics didn’t favor him as much as his new sibling.
Cassandra was already by the car before anyone could stop her. A tiny smile on her lips while her head was tilted all the way back to study your face. “Yes.”
Bruce blinked. Then blinked again. Because he could now tell his daughter had his mother’s nose before looking up to met her eyes.
It was quite humbling to see that Bruce Wayne’s little girl had two solid inches on him.
AN: Kinda wrote this a week ago trying to get back into the swing of things. 🫣 God, where did my momentum go? Feel like I gotta re-learn everything.
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