#vicky vale

[incorrectbatfam]

Vicky Vale: Is Batman the best hero in the world?

Damian: He's not even the best hero in the Batcave.

[airplanecrashingtowardstheground]

I think after the third kid bruce wayne adopted or took in, he should've ditched using the playboy persona as a cover for vigiliantism into "tired billionaire way out of his depth as dad"

sure maybe no one would think frivolous playboy bruce is batman but you know who is less likely to be batman? an exhausted father.

it would be so much easier for him to lean into being a tired dad with out of control children. how can he take on the streets of gotham if he can't corral his children for dinner

vicky vail tries to get a quote from him about the latest batman rumor and he immediately stops her, completely frazzled like, "I don't have time for this my sons are sword fighting on the roof and my daughter is only behaving because i have her in sight, but the second i go for the boys she'll bolt and i'll lose her because shes faster than me vicky. shes so fast."

[vaa-sya]

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Kim Basinger (c. 1989)

[to-the-stars8]

The Waynes' Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

Front Page Scandal

“Are you ready?” You asked, and Damian responded by nodding enthusiastically. “Here we go!”

You pushed the swing and watched as the little boy swung up in the air before back towards you. Damian shrieked and giggled, exclaiming that Duke should hold his hand. Duke, who was quickly catching up on his little brother’s swings, reached out. While they were occupied in trying to match each other, you looked for Mr. Wayne. He had surprised the kids at the part an hour earlier after taking the rest of the afternoon off since it was a Friday.

On the other side of the playground, in an empty field, was Bruce playing kickball with the rest of the kids. He was a self-elected coach of the game, especially since there was such an age range of children, and was currently running around with the little red ball in his hands. A mass of children were following him, some of his brood while others weren’t, with a big, silly grin on his face.  

“Look at your dad,” You said to the boys. “Doesn’t he look a bit goofy running around like that?”

Duke laughed and happily exclaimed, “Yeah!”

Suddenly, another voice came up behind you, and said, “Excuse me, Miss?”

You whipped around on your heels, feeling your heart jump out of your skin from fright. Grabbing the chains of the swings with one hand to slow their momentum, you looked her over with full suspicion. She was pretty, with long red hair and bright brown eyes that instantly caught your attention. 

“Can I help you?” You asked, stepping back to be closer to the kids. 

Her smile seemed fake. It was too forced and didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m a reporter with the Gotham Gazette, and was wondering if you would be willing to comment on your relationship with Mr. Wayne.” 

That was your cue to get the kids out of there. 

Truthfully, you didn’t fully read your contract through, but you did remember one part of it (mainly because it was written in red ink and highlighted): Under no circumstances were you to speak to the press, nor were you allowed to let them speak to the kids. You picked up Damian, who loudly whined about his swing time being cut in half, and took Duke by the hand. 

“I can’t speak to you,” You stated before retreating towards Mr. Wayne. 

He was still running around with the other kids, but, when he noticed you hurrying towards him, all fun seemed to pause. His eyes locked in on the woman behind you, and, after telling the kids to keep playing without him, started toward the three of you. 

“What’s going on,” Bruce asked, gently grabbing you by the arm to maneuver your positions so that he was in between you and the woman who was rapidly approaching. 

“Reporter,” was all you could manage before the redhead was greeting Mr. Wayne. 

Bruce groaned and ran a hand down the sides of his face before he turned to her. “Vicky, what’re you doing bothering my family?”

“I’m not bothering your family,” She stated matter-of-factly. 

“No, just my nanny, huh?” He said. 

“Nannies have a lot to say,” Vicky quipped as she looked back at you with a wink. “Especially the pretty ones.”

You would have taken the compliment if you knew it was genuine. 

Bruce sighed before he called the rest of the kids over, telling them that it was about time to go home. They were all angry, Dick more so, and pointedly glared at Vicky who cooly stared at all of them. Between comforting and looking at Vicky, you could not help feeling a tingling sense that this would not be the last time she would come sniffing you out. 

---

The shopping was usually done by Alfred, but he had been pulled away by some work. Truly, you were happy to do it. There was something freeing about going out to do normal things without the kids. You could listen to the music you wanted, pick out items that you actually liked, and, most importantly, you didn’t have to divide your attention in six different ways. Juggling grocery bags, you attempted to grab the handle of the trunk of the car, but it seemed impossible without dropping something. That was until a hand reached from your side and grabbed. You gasped and took a few steps back before you realized who it was. Vicky. 

“What the fuck are you doing here,” You asked, throwing the groceries into the back of the car. Slamming the trunk, you began to round the car to the driver’s side with Vicky hot on your heels. It felt worse than having the kids following you. 

“A hello or thank you would be the appropriate response,” She said. 

The frustration grew in your chest when your keys decided it would be a good time to disappear. “Hello, thanks for helping. You can leave.”

“I just have a few questions,” Vick insisted, getting out her notepad. 

You groaned, saying, “I can’t talk to you! It’s literally in my contract that I can’t talk to you. Unless you’re gonna start paying my bills, then I think you need to leave.”

Vicky stared at you in the same cool way she looked at the kids a few days ago. It felt as though she was silently saying that it would get you to talk one way or another. Thinning your lips, you turned back to your bag to continue looking for the keys. She sighed, before leaning on the car next to yours. 

“Just answer one question, then I’ll leave you alone.”

Side-eyeing her, you mumbled, “Ask it and I’ll think about answering it.”

There was a sliver of a smirk on her face as he coyly asked, “Have you ever slept with Bruce?”

“What? No! What is it with people asking me that,” You grumbled, finally finding the keys. “Aha!”

Vicky quickly said, “I’m just surprised is all. Bruce seems like the type to fuck anything not nailed down. I will say, though, he’s skilled with his tongue.”

You paused, narrowing your eyes at her, before opening the car door. You felt flushed all of a sudden, searing hot anger rushing through your veins. It was like your heart jumped at the thought of Bruce touching another woman. Bruce had brought home women before, and he would again. It made no sense that you felt offended that he had a sex life while you didn’t. 

“Yeah, I don’t care. My job is the kids.”

“You’ve never thought about getting into bed with him?” She asked, stepping closer so that she was leaning against the back door of your car. You could smell her perfume, the flowery, expensive scent nearly made you gag. 

Opening the car door, you turned to her to say, “Again, my job is taking care of the kids, not fucking Bruce Wayne. I’ll leave that to his partners.”

“He brings home a lot of lovers?” She tapped the pen to her notepad.

You snickered, mumbling, “No, that’s not what I’m saying.”

“How’s that?”

Shaking your head, you closed the car door and started it, pulling out of the parking lot. Yup, you thought, you knew this was going to come back to bite you in the ass. 

--

You were folding clothes in the playroom, just having sent the kids off to school with Alfred, when Bruce came barrelling in. His momentum was so quick that he was nearly kicking up dust. His face was hard, with his eyebrows pinched together and his mouth pressed together in a pout. Bruce was angry about something, but you couldn’t think of a reason why. 

When he threw the paper down on the cushion, you flinched at the title. 

Bruce Wayne a Player? The Nanny Says No!

Under the caption was a piss-poor picture of you getting into the car with the kids all around you. You felt angrier at the kids' pictures being plastered all over the front pages than the title. 

“You talked to the press?” Bruce yelled.

You drew back a little, surprised. You had heard him yell before, but never directly at you. It was more than likely out of fear, you knew, but that didn't make you like it in any case. Anger filled your veins and you decided to give him the same medicine. “I didn’t talk to the press! Vicky Vale harassed me when I went shopping the other day.”

“What’s this, then, hm?” Bruce asked, opening to the column of the story and beginning to read. “‘Nanny Wayne, a new, popular figure of the Wayne Household, stated that Bruce Wayne does not play around as much as we were led to believe.’”

“I said nothing of the sort!”

“Nan, Vicky knows better than to lie about me, or my kids. She wouldn’t put her career on the line for a damn title,” Bruce spat.

“But, I would? Maybe you don’t know her as well as you thought,” You said as you put the folded clothes into a basket. “Outside of the bedroom, I mean.”

Bruce huffed before turning to leave, stopping at the door, and coming back over to you. “What did you say to her, then?”

For a second, you thought about not telling him, just out of spite, but you couldn’t lie to him when you thought about how it would hurt you and the kids. You told him all about how Vicky found you in the parking lot to her mentioning how good he was with his tongue. The entire time, you watched his face. It remained frozen in the same pinched face angry expression that he had when he came in. 

When you were done, he finally met your eyes, saying, “And that’s all you said?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Bruce,” You softly insisted. “I promise.”

He grew quiet, like he was thinking, and then leaned over to pick up the newspaper. Looking at it, he said, “I’ll handle this.”

“Bruce,” You called out to him as he began to leave. He turned back toward you, and you around the couch towards him. It took you a second to find the words, but they eventually tumbled out of your mouth. “You would always want me to tell you something if it bothered me, right?”

“Yes.”

“I…I don’t like the fact that I’m always getting asked if we’re sleeping together,” You stated. “I’m good at my job.”

“You are,” He stated. “Good at your job, I mean.”

You smiled, and he stepped closer to you. Close enough that, if you were to get onto your tip-toes and lean up, you could kiss him- As simple as that. Though, you opted for a quiet, “Thank you.”

Bruce nodded before he looked like he realized what he was doing. “I’ll take care of it, Nan. Of all of it. I promise.”

"Okay, Bruce," You said. 

As he left, the butterflies in your stomach went wild. 

[idknwhatputhere]

Going to save his kids

[vertigoartgore]

1989's Batman:The Official Comic Adaptation Wraparound Deluxe Edition Cover by Jerry Ordway. Source Source

On Sale Date: June 20, 1989

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Vale has me on edge. Gwen what do you mean it will be bad for Timothy? What do you know? Does Vale know about Izbel (side eyeing him as Cataylst since things are going very well for him with the drakes down but could be red herring) and the merger? And Duke!? An intern? Ooooooooooooooo. Fix the wish???? Timothy's mysterious fight with Jason being on camera?

So scarecrow is still in the wings. I'm assuming scarecrow will force Tim to reveal himself to Duke which might answer some of what Dukes seeing. I'm assuming the universe eraser smudge marks with his "ghost vision"(assuming he has that in your au) has interesting effects. Not to mention steph's lapses with both the bear and 8 kids comment. Maybe Duke will provide Tim with some emotional support although a teen can't stop his spiral only really slow it.

Is the bird conspiracy youtuber Bernard because that's so.... ugh! Also I assume he saved Darla.

Him throwing up on Luthor is fucking gold. You know he was thinking "for Kon!"

The warehouse flashbacks to all the people that doubted him as they chase him down (I'm guessing nightwing, selina and GA? Might have misread.) I'm dying fuck author you can't do this.

Fascinating that Jason was going to fight Tim in the other poll option over the pie (oh the pie). I'm still wondering what the fuck Tim did and half of me is expecting he had a freak out about Jason and lashed out. Jason also has anger fits but they're not Lazarus (or not fully since Jason doesn't have red hood bod)... hmmm...

Was the knife stopped short already covered. Was it him not ending up a splat when Duke caught him? I'm curious what the other options were. Same with the obligation poll.

The paint goons were something. I wonder if the exhibit will come back up in Timothy's life since he had to give approval for it. Maybe he gets pressured into going after the big attack and repair delay hmmm. Also him building his armor to survive falls... Damian cutting his line fucked him up.

Ooo the cardinal monitor going down and dragon program still being unsolved hmmm... wonder if the dragon protocol is his reveal it all in case I die failsafe. Because of course this idiot wouldn't make it an emergency beacon(because then he'd be a burden).

I'm still holding the idea that catalyst was the gun person in the back of my head... hmmm. Given then they'd be the... Cataylst lol.

Alfred's also ready to make his next move on supporting Timothy and Tim's not ready. If either of the boys show up he might loose his marbles. I bet going off on the snopes felt both cathartic and panic inducing since they were so close to his hideout.

"I'm sorry dad" pls tell me Tim starts bleeding out and is delirious as cardinal and then calls Bruce dad. Pls that's so juicy. And Bruce reflecting on the "he's just a bad kid Alfred" after the reveal.

Post fic if he rejoins YJ I totally see him getting a concussion or five and accidentally letting the time slip detail out. Cassie wins a bet. Bart is ecstatic someone gets it even if they're different since they both know futures that no longer exist.

Also epligoue type scene where the Wayne's help Tim finally go through and let go of some of the Drakes exhibits and keep what he thinks was important would be nice I think.

Oh my god- this is a bohemeth that blessed my inbox like the holy grail- I will not respond to any of it other than saying this was a JOY to read and you are a person after my own heart

Also as a lil treat heres some of my "staging" drafts and official Vicky design for this fic