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From parents to babies - Batfam x fem!reader

Synopsis : You and Bruce got turned into toddlers !! Shenanigans ensue, of course.

This is part of a little “series” I guess, here’s the first part with Jason : Jason Todd(ler). I’m planning on writing a lil story for all the kids hehe, but I thought : “hey, what about Batmom and Bruce ?” and here we are. Hope you’ll like this !

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“Bruce !”

“(Y/N) !”

You manage to scream each other’s names before-

Before a white flash engulfed the both of you, and you suddenly disappeared, only a pool of your clothes remaining where you once stood.

“Nooooo !!” is the last thing you hear before your mind goes blank, and you recognize the voice as being your youngest son’s, Damian. The sound of his scream greatly distresses you, but alas, you cannot do anything to help as you feel yourself slowly fading away and-

Footsteps. Running fast to reach the place you stood on merely seconds before. But you’re not there anymore, you’re not there !

“It’s not possible !”

That’s Jason. His voice breaking at the end of his sentence, as he approaches the bunch of clothes left on the floor, a lump in his throat as the inevitable is starting to be clearer and clearer, and he cannot refuse reality anymore.

Vaporized. His parents just got vaporized by that wannabe-magician’s laser !

In the mess of it all, that asshole even escaped ! Which was a good thing, in a way, because Jason promised you and Bruce he would never kill again, but he wasn’t sure he could hold that promise if he was faced with the man who took away his beloved parents.

You all only just made peace with each other, only just became a family again ! How was he suppose to go on losing you once more ?

Dick was the first to reach the spot in which you were. He had always been the fastest of them all. His heart beats too fast in his chest, and he has this horrible thought that it’s the second time he sees his parents being killed right in front of him when-

Movements. Small movements. There, amongst his father’s suit. And there, amongst his mother’s clothes. And then-

Little hands. Fighting to find an exit in this labyrinth of fabrics. Little grunts of frustration, like when a child is trying to do something but doesn’t quite manage to do it. Finally finding an out. And-

“Oh shit.”

Dick says, as he stares at- Two kids ??

One, a little boy. who couldn’t be more than two years old, black hair, bright blue eyes. The second one, (E/C) eyes and (H/C) hair and-

“Oh shit.”

Tim says, as he’s the second one to reach the place and he immediately understands that his parents aren’t dead, but rather...

They’ve been turned into toddlers !

“Oh shit !” You exclaim happily, giggling.

“Oh shit !” Baby Bruce repeats, and you both look at each other and giggle even more. Damn it. They’ve been in the care of children for only a second, and they already taught you bad words !

Bruce reaches for you, and there’s no doubt now that those two kids are indeed you and your husband ! Because immediately, you move closer to each other, your clothe much too big for you now being like blankets on you.

Dick picks the both of you up, wrapping you in the cloths, and turns around to greet his siblings.

Slowly, all your children reach you and-

“Oh shit !” You and Bruce say in unison, proud to show everyone (whomever those people were) that new word you just learned.

And “oh shit” indeed, is on all of your kids’ mind.

************

Of course, it had to happen when Alfred was away on his one vacation a year...Of freaking course.

It wouldn’t be funny otherwise, right ?

Only Alfred, could find a solution to this problem ! Your kids were totally lost !

Evidently, neither you nor Bruce remembered who you really were. You were clearly just two two years old.

And it seemed you didn’t mind being picked up by people you didn’t know, as long as you could stay together (you two downright SCREAMED so loudly, when Jason tried to take you from Dick’s arms so his brother wouldn’t have to hold the both of you).

It was as if that, at least, remained. Your bond.

As if you were just- Instant friends, or something.

They got you home, and :

“Ok, any of you ever took care of babies ?”

“Me not baby !” You say, glaring at your oldest son. It’s true, you knew you were two (somehow), you were no baby anymore !

“I’m sorry mom, I just- Oh gods this is so weird.”

And it truly was, weird, to see their parents, the two people they knew they could always count on if they had a problem, being literal children.

They couldn’t call them for help, you guys barely knew how to properly walk ! And had a very small vocabulary, too...Dick shook his head. This wasn’t a time to diss babies, this really wasn’t the time !

“Ok, first things first, we need to find them clothes. Duke, Jason, go the a shop and get them some stuffs to wear. While Cass and I will go buy some food for them. Damian and Dick, stay here and take care of them.” Aaaah Tim, ever so pragmatic. In a matter of seconds, he had gotten over the shock of the situation, and was taking matter in his own hands.

And it was good. It was a start. They had no idea what they were going to do after, except the fact they had to find a way to get you back to normal. But at least, they had the beginning of a plan.

They knew they could all count on Tim for plans. From A to Z, he would find a way. He had no idea how to take care of babies, of course, but his mind could find solutions to every problems.

Yes. Yes. They only had to start moving. And things would be alright. They could do this.

They could do this.

They had to do this, for both your sake.

************

Officially, Bruce and (Y/N) Wayne went away on a surprise vacation. Your disappearance had to be explained.

None of your kids called Alfred, the butler deserved his annually vacation after all, and they knew he would come right home if he heard. So they let him be, and started to take care of their “baby parents”.

Brucie ish scared

Before being the way Gotham’s media, models and such, called him when he still had his playboy persona, and not his “family man” one that he now had, “Brucie” was the nickname his mom gave him.

Never in public, of course, but when they were home. When she was telling him bed time stories or singing lullabies to him. When she woke him up, gently, in the mornings. When she told him to come home for dinner, as he was playing in the garden.

“Brucie”, was a name Bruce always associated with his mother’s affection and love. Which is why he hated how the media, and certain people, self-appropriated that name, and associated it with that persona who wasn’t even himself.

It’s not like he could do anything about it, though. He had a role to play.

And so, “Brucie” became that “other him”, while initially, it was his true self...

It had been years, since anyone had called him that. He wasn't a playboy, anymore, and your little nickname for him (aside from “my heart” and other term of endearment) was “my Broosh”.

And so finally, this name came full circle.

Brucie.

That’s how he called himself. Toddlers had that tendency to talk about themselves in the third person, sometimes. And Bruce, was referring to himself as “Brucie”, not “Bruce”.

Your children were a hundred percent sure it was because even if he didn’t seem to ask for his parents, a part of him remembered them, and how his mom called him.

Even turned into a toddler who didn’t remember much of his own life, Bruce still had his parents in mind.

And so he called himself Brucie.

And Brucie was a scaredy cat !

The irony of which didn’t escape any of your kids.

What, the “fearless Batman” was afraid of literally everything ? That was funny. Dick made sure to take PLENTY of videos (just if he needed leverage for something one day).

Brucie got scared of the vacuum cleaner. Brucie got scared of the dark. Brucie got scared of any noise that was too loud. Brucie got scared whenever (Y/N) wasn’t around. Brucie-

“Brucie ish scared !” He’d whimper, and run towards the closest “adult” he could find (any of your children, though over half of them were far from being official adults), seeking comfort.

Every time, and it was the most adorable thing to witness, you’d rush to him, and hold him saying : “No scared Brooshie, no scared, me here. Me here.”

First, “Brooshie” = so darn cute, a toddler adaptation of the traditional “Broosh”. Second, the way you’d shield him in your little arms, and how he’d hide his face and close his eyes, how he’d hold onto you and calm down as you told him to not be scared, it had to be peak adorableness.

And in a way, toddlers you were a good reflection of adults you.

Bruce was no longer scared, in the strictest sense of the term. He had shunned all his emotions, locked them away deep in his heart, for years. Ignored his pain, and the remnant of his fears.

And then you came in, and forced open his heart, shattering all the walls he build for years, and making it impossible for him to live without you (and vice versa).

Just as Baby Bruce found comfort and safety in your arms, just as he was soothed by your voice, Adult Bruce knew he could always be safe and warm in your embrace.

Nobody, when witnessing such scenes, could even dare say you weren’t made for each other.

DICK

It was so weird.

Dick just couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you two were turned into kids. Like, what ?

His...parents were now younger than him. How weird was that ??

Of course, he knew he should be used to weird things by now. After all, over the years, from when he first became Robin to now, he had seen his fair share of strange stuffs. But this-

This was really, really odd.

“Ick !” was the name you and Bruce decided to give him. No matter how many times he made you repeat it, you could never truly manage to say his name properly. And so, he was now “Ick”.

And “Ick” had no clue how to take care of children.

Was this how Bruce felt, when he officially adopted him ? Was this how you felt, when you became his mom while being so young ?

Of course, Dick was older when he first arrived. But he was also a lot more traumatized. And he knew he could be difficult, at times. He could be so damn angry, back then.

While you and Bruce ? You were adorable kids. You’d listen to him, and never talk back. What, you were supposed to be in your “terrible twos” era, yet it seemed like you were just good kids.

Of course, the fact that your eldest son let you do absolutely everything you wanted might’ve been a reason as to why you two were so “nice” with him, and didn’t throw any tantrum.

No tantrum needed, when the person taking care of you would let you do whatever you wanted.

You didn’t wanna wear pants ? No problems. You didn’t want to eat your vegetables, but wanted sweets instead ? All good. You didn’t want to take a nap ? Then he could play with you a little longer.

Yes. It became quite apparent that Dick could not resist you, at all.

Which wasn’t much of a surprise, really. Because he was the same way with his siblings. They could make him do whatever they wanted to (outside of work, of course. When they were vigilantes, it was an entire other story, but it was because he often had to take the “leader” job, and a mistake could cost a life).

And so, even though he found it extremely weird, and couldn’t quite call you “mom” and “dad” anymore (and who would blame him ?), he didn’t hate taking care of you.

He sort of saw it as “payback”, for all the years you put up with his moods. For all the time you didn’t give up on him, and all the moments you were there to catch him when he fell.

The reason he found it so hard to accept and fathom the situation, was because you and Bruce had become such “safety nets”, for him.

You were his parents. He couldn’t think of a life without you. Without your guidance. Without your soothing words. Without your scolding, when he needed one. Without-

He couldn’t accept this turn of event, because he needed you. He had pushed you enough, in his teenage years and early adulthood. Now, he realized he absolutely needed his parents.

He had to find a solution, and fast. Because although he didn’t mind taking care of you as you were nice kids, he just wanted his parents back.

JASON

Jason was the most responsible one.

Which, when people knew your children, wasn’t that surprising.

He’d always been a responsible kid, despite what anyone could think.

He was a really good big brother, always looking out for his little siblings, and being there to be their voice of reason (Dick being his...he had a "decent teacher”).

And so he became the “mom” of the house (it’s a nickname Tim, Duke and Damian gave him, when he wasn’t there).

He had always loved cooking, ever since he was a kid. So he took it upon himself to cook healthy meals for both you and Bruce, and would scold Dick whenever he’d caught his brother red handed giving you candies and other ice cream right before dinner !

Bruce hated carrots, and you despised spinach. Other than that, it seemed you were willing to try everything he made for you two.

Jason spend hours on the internet searching for recipes fit for two years old, for things you should feed kids this young. And he came up with quite a diet for the both of you.

The food he made was delicious (and more than once, he caught one of his sibling eating from your spoon instead of feeding you !).

Jason would be the one to remind everyone of yours and Bruce’s bed time. After all, “bed time” in the Wayne household had always been a little;..different, to say the least. But with toddlers ? It couldn’t be. It had to be regular, or they’d be too tired.

Jason made a carefully planned sleep schedule for his “parents”. And when he wasn’t the one babysitting at night (they all took shifts so they could still do their vigilante jobs), he would call his sibling when it was bed time to make sure they’d respect it. He would genuinely harass Dick, because he knew his older brother was “weak” and could never refuse puppy eyes (after all, he abused of that technique to get him to do whatever he wanted, when he was younger), and he had to be reminded that a regular bed time was important !

How odd it was, for thugs, being downright beaten down by the scary Red Hood, while the latter would talk in his income and say things like : “I can’t believe you gave them ice cream before sleepy time again !” and others : “They’re babies, they need at least ten hours of sleep !”

Jason didn’t let any tantrum through. Where Dick would just let you and Bruce do whatever you wanted, Jason had clear limits.

Because that is how you raised him. Sure, Bruce could be a little too strict sometimes, especially with Dick. But he had grown as a father, and slowly learned the difference between being too rigid and allowing his kids to be kids.

Jason often joked that Dick was the “trial and error” era, but he wasn’t too far off. With Dick, you and Bruce made plenty of mistakes. You did with your other kids too, of course, but with your eldest most of all. Because he was your first child, and you had no idea what you were doing at the time.

But, yes. Jason knew the importance of limits, for children. Kids needed boundaries, so they could feel safe. He knew, because it totally worked on him.

And so, you’d have a tantrum ? Too bad, you’d just have to calm down and ask again nicely. Jason was intransigeant.

He was, though, the first one there if you or Bruce woke up crying during the night. And he’d take you in his arms (always the both of you at the same time), and sing to you. Or tell you stories. Up until you’d fall asleep again.

Jason, although he had strict schedules and food diet, was such a gentle soul. Such a gentle carer. You knew that one day, he would make a great dad. And if that experience taught any of you anything, it was that yes, yes.

Jason told would one day make a wonderful father.

TIM

"I think he doesn’t like me...”

Tim said, deflated and defeated, as, once again, his dad (in baby form) cowered away from him as he approached.

You ? You enjoyed being taken care of by Tim. You liked him very much. But for some reasons, “Brucie” seemed scared of him.

“Don’t say that. I think he’s just- shy.”

“Conner, honey, I appreciate you trying to comfort me, but if he was truly shy, he wouldn’t just- Oh come on !”

Of course, Bruce chose that exact moment to jump in Conner’s arms, and to hide his face in his chest so he wouldn’t see Tim anymore. Superboy chuckled uncomfortably, trying to act as if it wasn’t because Bruce was scared or anything, but Tim couldn’t be fooled.

Tim could never be fooled.

And so he sighed, and held you a little closer. At least, his mom always loved him, no matter what age she was.

You seemed to understand that Bruce’s actions made Tim sad, and even as a toddler, it greatly distressed you to see one of your “kids” sad. So you wiggled to signify to Tim that you want him to put you back down and-

“Oh, not you too, mom ?”

You walk towards Conner, and Tim looks even sadder, as now, both of his “parents” seem to like others better than him...Even if they were just kids, and that Tim knew they weren’t doing it on purpose, his feelings were still hurt.

But then-

You shake Conner’s pants, signifying for him to crouch down to your level. Baby Bruce is in his arms, and beams as he sees you.

“’Own, ‘own !” He says, meaning “down”, and Conner puts him next to you.

Immediately, Bruce takes your hand, and smiles widely. Which comforts Tim a little. At least, even as toddlers, it seemed you two were inseparable.

But then, you drag him towards Tim, and it’s obvious Bruce only follows because he seems very attached to you. The little boy does not want to be there, in front of Timothy Wayne-Drake.

And Tim looks down, sadly. He ruffles your hair affectionately, and says :

“Good try mom, good try. But I don't think he likes me, at all.”

You look at Tim, and then turns around towards Bruce, who was currently hiding behind you (how cute it was, that you always seemed to protect him when he was scared). But this time, you’d have none of it.

Very much alike when you were adults, and you took none of your husband’s shit. You’d always set him back on track. Always.

And so, toddler you said :

“Bwooshie, Tim nice ! Tim good ! Tim fwiend !”

You let go of Bruce’s hand, and the boy whimpers and tries to catch your hand again, but takes a few steps back because he doesn’t want to get too close from Tim. But then-

Then you hop in Tim’s arms, and you snuggle against him. You smile at Bruce, and nods at him saying again : “Tim fwiend ! Tim nice !” and your son cannot help himself and hold you tight.

Even turned into a toddler, he could count on his mama to cheer him up, it seemed...

Slowly, unsure, Bruce approached Tim. The boy was still obviously wary, but those were first steps.

After a while, Bruce finally came towards Tim, and laid his hands on your son’s knees.

He looked deeply into Tim’s eyes, and must’ve finally decided that he wasn’t so scary, because then, he climbed into his laps and everything was resolved.

And oh, oh how much this meant to Tim...

DAMIAN

“Father, you need to give her some air. I swear, even as children you two are impossible !”

“AAAAAAAAAAH !” is Bruce’s response, as Damian tries to take him away from you. Apparently, young Bruce seemed to think screaming was an appropriate response to show his unwillingness to do something.

And it frustrated Damian greatly.

You had fallen asleep on the floor. Laid on your back, you were in a deep slumber, a pacifier in your mouth, your breathing regular. And Bruce was sitting next to you, your head was in his lap, and he was watching TV as one of his hand was on your head, the other one on your cheek.

He too, had a pacifier in his mouth, and although he was focused on the TV show he was watching, it seemed like he had absolutely no intention on letting you go.

When Damian entered the room, he found the both of you like that, and decided it would be better if you slept in your bed. So he went to pick you up, gently taking his father’s hands off of you and-

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH !” The pacifier falls from his mouth, as he tightens his grip on you, and glares at a bewildered Damian.

You’re so deep asleep that you don’t budge, and then Bruce, after glaring some more at Damian, turns back to watch the TV.

But Damian will have none of it. “Be firm, sometimes.” Jason told him, and he was going to take his big brother advice to heart ! And so he made Bruce let go, and took you into his arms.

After a pause, as Baby Bruce was too shocked to react, his mouth slowly turned down into a frown and-

The little boy bursted into tears. Big, real tears. Ugly sobs with lots of snots running down his nose.

And it made Damian panic.

He hated that. He hated those cries. It reminded him of so many bad memories. He couldn’t handle it, he couldn’t bear it.

Even less so knowing this was his dad !

And so he quickly went to the floor, and took little Bruce in his arms, soothing him expertly as he was still holding you in his other arms.

His shirt was wet from Bruce holding onto it and burying his face into it. But eventually, the boy’s sobs died down, and-

Asleep.

Bruce was fast asleep, too. And his little face looked so at ease.

There. In Damian’s arms, a hand holding one of your hand.

It reminded him of his father as an adult, in fact. How sometimes, he would surprise you and him as you fell asleep on the couch in each other’s arms. And how his father’s face would look the most relaxed and pleased, when you were holding him...

Damian tightened his grip on both of you. He was ready to protect you even if it meant he would have to sacrifice himself !

And oh- Oh he felt something growing inside him. Something important.

Eventually, you and Bruce would be back to normal. He knew it, he knew his siblings would figure something out. Yes. You’d become his parents again.

But he-

He somehow wanted a baby, in this house.

CASS

You both clearly adored Cass.

You would walk towards her, and demand for her to pick you up. And then, when she would inevitably do it, you’d both snuggle against her and quickly fall asleep, absolutely content.

Damian mentioned that he read somewhere that children felt people’s calmness. And so he conjectured that you liked falling asleep on her, because you felt calmed and secure.

Which was the truth.

It made Cass’ heart melt. She, for obvious reasons, never held children before. And she definitely never thought that the first kids she would hold would be her own parents...

Physical touch had always soothed Cass.

Before she met you and Bruce, she was never allowed to be touch, and to touch other. She’d never receive a hug, or a soothing kiss.

Never.

So when you adopted her, she swore she’d take every opportunity to snuggle against you. Against her parents. Oh, and her brothers. None of them could resist a hug from her, not even Jason or Damian.

If Cass wanted a hug, she would have it.

So, she felt so fulfilled, when baby you and baby Bruce came to seek hugs from her. As if everything went full circle.

You and your husband gave her the comfort of parental love. Gave her the safety of your arms, and taught her how important it was to have people you loved close.

And here she was, soothing little versions of you, making you stop crying just by holding you.

Yes. It was a full, nice, comforting and warm circle.

And Cass felt so happy, when you hugged her. Whether you were kids or adults.

DUKE

Duke had tons of little cousins.

Cousins he still saw now, of course. None of his uncles and aunts could take him in, for different reasons (the main one being that none of them lived in Gotham anymore, what happened to Duke’s parents being the last straw...And Duke did not want to leave the city just yet). But he still stayed in contact with them.

Before they all moved, Duke, who was the oldest of the kids in his family, used to babysit his cousins all the time. So, he had experience with children.

And it showed.

With you and Bruce, he was nice, yet strict. He (and Jason) was the only one who didn’t let you do whatever you wanted, and who would plainly ignore any of your tantrums.

He was the only one able to detach himself from the fact you were his parents, and viewed you as normal children he had to take care of.

This is probably what saved him. What made him be able to live with that situation. Just like Dick, he really wanted you back to normal. But his defense mechanism was to pretend you weren’t you, but random kids he had in his care.

It was a lot, for a seventeen years old, but Duke was strong.

You’d always known he was strong, from the moment he became your ward, to now, as he was officially adopted and called you “mom”.

For his own sanity, Duke viewed this as a “baby sitter” job, and so, on purpose, didn’t get attached to baby you and baby Bruce too much. He didn't want to, because he didn’t want you to stay like that.

He wanted his parents back too, he needed you still, he was too young to lose parents a second time !

And so Duke shut his feelings away, and took care of you as if you weren’t really you. He gave you lots of care and love, as a child needed, but-

But he pretended you, as his parents, were away for a while. And constantly thought of a plan to get you back to your normal self.

They never sleep alone

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!” Baby Bruce screamed, as loud as he could, holding onto your hands for dear life.

“Me not want, me not want !” You say, kicking Dick with your little legs and holding Brucie’s hands too.

Your kids quickly realized that they COULD NOT separate you for bed time.

They had bought two children’s bed, but in the end, only one was used. You’d fall asleep all snuggled to each others, pacifier in your mouth.

“It’s- Kind of like when they’re grown up.” Damian says, and they all nod.

Yes. Yes it’s true that you two found it really hard to find sleep, when the other one was absent. True insomnia would hit you, in the event that one of you couldn’t be here for the night.

What transpired in your toddler form, how you’d scream if separated, also existed with the adult versions of you.

And it comforted your children, in a way.

They knew that their parents were still in there, somewhere.

ACE

“Doggy !” Little Bruce beamed happily, as he ran as fast as he could towards..Well, his dog, actually.

Ace was taken aback, at first, as he recognized his master’s smell, but couldn’t figure out why he was so...small.

Bruce ran to him, and literally fell on the dog hugging him tightly.

“Doggy !” The little boy said, and your children felt their heart melt.

None of them ever thought they’d ever call their dad “cute”, despite you trying to convince them that he really could be cute (some would say you were biased).

But here, in that moment, as their dad seemed so damn happy just because of his dog, no other words came to their minds.

Cute.

Unruly little buggers !!

You two, together, could be...

“Tornadoes !! They’re goddamn tornadoes !!” Jason screams, as he was running after you.

You were wearing only your diaper, managing to escape the grasp of your son by taking sharp turns there and there, and knocking down every single things on your way.

On the other side of the living room, Tim and Damian were trying to catch Bruce, as he was doing the exact same things.

Ten seconds.

They left the both of you alone for less than ten seconds !!

And when they came back, you and Bruce apparently had decided that it was fun to break extremely valuable objects, including vase, and a large array of ornaments.

You were giggling like a little devil, as you slowly devastated the living room.

“Alfred is going to kill us !” Duke says, holding his head in his hands, standing there watching the disaster unfold in front of him. What else could he do, really, when some of Gotham’s mightiest heroes couldn’t even get a hold of you ??

Finally, Jason catches you, just as Tim lunges forward and grasp his dad as well. The two of you wiggle like snakes as you try to get away, but you do not cry.

No, on the contrary, you both laugh way too loudly, probably thinking that “destroying the house” was a great game.

And your kids could swear that your laughs were genuine “evil laughs”.

Later, on the security camera, they’d know what happened.

At first, you were both sitting on the floor, playing with toys, waiting patiently. But then, Bruce got on his feet, and walked that wobbly unsure walk all children have at first towards the coffee table.

Something had caught his attention. It was a small crystal vase, that Alfred had put there years ago, for decoration. It went splendidly with the carpet, and matched the room perfectly.

And it was shiny, and Bruce wanted it.

He tried to climb on the coffee table, wiggling his little butt to give himself some momentum and get on it...but he couldn’t do it. That’s when you came into action, and pushed him so he would get on.

He turned around, and giggled, as if to thank you, and then-

Then he brought you the vase.

It was quite adorable, really. He wanted it, because it was shiny and looked cool. But then he decided to give it to you, instead.

He let himself fall on the floor from the coffee table once he gave you the vase, and you both stared at it for a second. Before, for some reason, you took it and threw it hard on the wall !

Seriously, sometimes, kids were absolutely impossible to understand. What made you want to suddenly throw that vase like that ? Nobody would ever know. But what was known, is that it seemed like both you and Bruce liked that, because you looked at each others, as if conniving, and pushed yourself off of the floor, standing up.

And then, as your children entered the room with some food, you proceeded to start destroying everything you could get your hands on, up until they finally managed to get a hold on you.

And your downright EVIL laughter filled the room.

Your kids were DEFINITELY going to get that security camera footage out one day again, if you ever decided to punish them or scold them about something.

Back to normal

Zatanna, as usual, to the rescue.

When your kids were finally able to reach her. She arrived barely minutes after they exposed the problems to her. She had been in another dimension, and therefor couldn’t be reached for a while.

From her understanding, it’s been almost a month since you turned into toddlers. And finally, she was there (which was good, because Alfred’s one month vacation a year was coming to an end, and your kids really wanted to pretend nothing ever happened).

Ah but she was accompanied by an unwanted visitor...

“What are you doing here, Constantine ?” Damian asks, holding you in one arm, and his father in the other. Protectively.

“What, I learn that the big bad bat got turned into a kid and you think I could miss that ? No bloody way haha. Curiosity got the best of me !”

“I’m sorry guys, I didn’t mean to tell him but he was there when you called...”

“It’s all good aunt Z, it’s all good. To be fair, I was hoping someone else would see this too, so we can NEVER let them forget they had to wear diapers again haha.”

“Grayson !” your youngest son exclaimed. It’s been a while, since Damian called Dick “Grayson”, but he was absolutely shocked about this “betrayal” !

“Ok, ok. Let’s make sure dad never forget he had to wear diaper again !”

Damian thought about it for a while, and then said : “And you’ll leave mom alone ?”

“Yes, promised.” Dick says, and Constantine nods too (he wasn’t about to mock you anyway, he was too scared of you).

“Alright, then it’s acceptable.”

And on that note, Zatanna started a ritual.

************

“What the hell happened ??” Are Bruce’s first words. And then, he sees you, and takes you into his arms, holding you with almost too strongly.

“I thought I had lost you...” He whispers, and you hold him back just as strongly, because you had the same thought. The last thing you remembered, after all, was that laser coming towards the two of you and then-

And then what ?

After letting you hug each other, your children finally tell you what went on.

And oh. Oh you were so damn proud of them, they did so good !

I want a baby sibling

A few weeks went by.

A few weeks, during which both Dick and John Constantine flooded the group chat all the supers had together with baby pictures of the Batman (oddly enough, they didn’t divulge any picture of you...probably because you scared them a little), and embarrassing videos. It was an endless source of jokes, and teasing from everyone.

But you didn’t worry too much though, you knew your husband would have his revenge (in fact, you were more worried for your son and for Constantine than anything else).

In any case, that episode would be soon behind you, save for a few mockeries there and there. At least, that’s what you thought.

One morning, Damian just casually entered your bedroom and stood before your bed, staring at the two of you, as you were slowly leaving the dream world.

You thought it was an emergency, at first, as none of your children would ever dare to just walk in your bedroom like that (lest they witness something that could scar them for life). But Damian calculated the risks.

It was much too early, for either of you to be awake. So it was safe. And so he came in, without knocking, and planted his feet resolutely in the floor, his hands on his waist, staring the both of you down.

“What is it, buddy ?” You ask, half-asleep. Bruce, his hair a mess, sat up, dazed.

“I came to an important decision. One taken in the light of recent events.”

Confused, neither you nor your husband say anything. Waiting for what your son is going to say next. Slowly, he turns around, and starts to walk left, then right, then left...Pacing in front of your bed, his eyes never leaving you two.

Finally, he stops, and solemnly says :

“I want a baby sibling. Sister or brother I do not care, I just want a little one to take care of, and to be a big brother. I think, I am done being the youngest.”

Bruce stares dumbly at his son, his face blank and expressionless, sure now that he must still be dreaming. And you’re not doing any better. You blink fast a few time, and repeat :

“A baby sibling ?”

Damian doesn’t miss a beat as he says :

“That’s right. Like I said, a little brother or sister, it does not matter to me, as long as it’s mine. My little brother or sister, I mean. Of course, they’ll be their own person, and we won’t own them per se. We’ll just take care of them.”

Silence.

A long silence.

Finally broken by your son :

“Well. I’ll leave you to it then. I expect you will take my request seriously. We will talk about it again another day. Thank you for listening to me, and see you at breakfast.”

And on that note, your son leaves just as casually, as you look at him, astonished.

You turn to your husband and-

You know what he’s thinking. You and Bruce never talked about having biological children, because the kids you already have were always enough for your happiness. You didn’t need more, you already loved them so much.

But you both always told yourselves that if it were to happen...

Of course, you would accept it. You would raise that child with joy, too. It would be quite a bonus, to an already happy life.

And so as your son leaves, and you look at each others you think-

A baby in the house, wouldn’t be so bad.

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Well, here we are ! I hope you liked this ! As per usual, comments/reblogs are more than welcomed, and always a great motivation to post more :). Don’t hesitate to tell me what you thought of this ! It always makes the time spend on a story worth it, when I hear from y’all :) <3. Thanks in advance, and thanks for reading this, too ! See you soon with another story !

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Why don’t you visit my dreams anymore ? - Jason Todd x fem!reader

Synopsis : A story about grief, and how to (try to) overcome the pain of losing a loved one.

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Jason had been your first love. And you were sure he would be your last. It was impossible to replace someone like Jason Todd.

Never before did you love someone like you loved him.

And oh, oh he loved you back so beautifully.

Some would say it was a young and silly love, that you were both still too young to be sure you had found “the one”. After all, it was rare for people to stay forever with their high school sweetheart.

But you both felt it. You were both adamant that this was it. You’d never find someone else, who could love you as deeply as he did, and vice versa.

True love, it was.

And whomever saw you two together, couldn’t doubt that.

And so what if you were just fifteen ? (Almost sixteen !) It was just so obvious to you two, that you were destined to be together. Your relationship was still young, but you had always been best friends, since as long as you can remember. And things were still very much at the “teenage cutesy love” stage, but it was such a profound love.

Your love was the kind of love that happens once every century, the kind that is so strong and deep, it inspires great stories that will never be forgotten.

That’s how it felt to you.

Forever.

Only, Jason’s forever was cut short. One night, you received a call from Alfred...

“Master Jason is gone.” From the way the butler’s voice cracked, there was no doubt in your mind what this meant. Never before, did you feel such a visceral pain.

DENIAL

“No. You’re wrong. It’s not possible ! Why are you lying to me, Alfred ?”

“Lady (Y/N) I-”

There’s a short pause, and a tiny sliver of hope grows in your heart. Yes. This must be a joke. A sick joke, yes, but maybe this was just that “British humor” so many people spoke of ?

“Lady (Y/N), I’m sorry. I do not know what to say...”

Alfred ? Speechless ? No.

“This is not possible. He can’t be gone. We’re supposed to celebrate his birthday next week. I bought him a gift. How can I give it to him, if he’s gone ? He can’t be. You’re lying.”

Complete refusal. This wasn’t possible. Your Jason would never leave you. He would never. HE WAS JUST FIFTEEN !!

“I’m sorry...” You hear again, before slamming your phone against the wall. You didn’t want to hear any of it. Those were blatant lies. You didn’t have time to waste with that.

Decidedly, you put a coat on, and went to Wayne Manor.

************

You never even rung the door.

When you arrived, you felt a certain vibe. Like something was not right. Like something was missing.

Someone, was missing.

There was light in the library room. A place you knew for a fact, only Jason used. And once again, you felt hope. Those dark feelings were just your imagination ! You were going to run up to the window, and scare the hell out of him by tapping on it ! Now that, would be an actual funny joke.

Not like the one Alfred made.

A smile on your face, you go on your tip-toes, and you peek into the room and-

It’s not Jason.

It’s his dad.

He’s sitting in that same armchair Jason always sits in. He holds the blanket Jason always wrapped around himself while reading, and he-

He holds it against his face. And you don’t have to see it to know that the man is crying.

Bruce Wayne is crying.

This isn’t a joke.

Jason is really gone.

But in dreams

You cry yourself to sleep, of course. But then-

Then a miracle happens. Because he’s there, right in front of you. And he reaches a hand towards your tears...He touches your face. Wipes the tear away.

“You’re really here.”

You tell him, and he smiles at you. But it’s a sad smile, one full of guilt and regrets. One that you’re not used to see on his face.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), but I’m not really here. This is a dream.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth...I don’t really know how I came here. I just really wanted to see you one last time.”

“Don’t say that, Jason. Please.”

“You know, if I had become a grown up, I would have married you. I mean it. I don’t think the day would happen, that I would stop loving you.”

“Why are you telling me this ? You can be such a jerk...”

You turn away, tears once again welling up in your eyes. Your heart is bleeding, and in that dream, you’re not sure whether it’s literally, figuratively, or metaphorically. It’s confusing. But he’s here. He’s here.

“It’s just- I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back. I have so much I want to tell you. I have so much-”

“Stop it !”

You throw your arms around him, and squeeze him against yourself. Not about to let go. You don’t want to ever go. He doesn’t finish his sentence, sighs, and squeeze you back.

“Guess I’ll just have to come back...”

He says, and then you don’t remember what happens. You just wake up in your bed, and the overwhelming feeling of sadness almost gets the better of you...

ANGER

Why you ? This wasn’t fair. THIS WASN’T FAIR ! Everywhere, you see him. He’s all over the news, and everyone talks about this “tragedy”.

None of them knew him. None of them. Journalists want to talk to you, as it was known you were his girlfriend...But then, they suddenly disappear, and you’re sure it’s thanks to Bruce.

Bruce.

You used to spend a lot of time at the Manor. When you lost Jason, you also ended up losing his dad and Alfred, who had become akin to a family for you too, who never really had one.

That’s how it clicked so fast between you and Jason.

Two children who had to grow up too fast. But you were both lucky. He was adopted by Bruce, and you by the most wonderful parents you could hope for. After all the hardship you went through together, you deserved a happy ending !

So this wasn’t fair. THIS WASN’T FAIR !!

You were pretty sure you had always loved Jason, even if, when you were children, you never realized it. The feelings weren’t the same, of course, being kids. It’s only recently you admitted to loving each others...Only recently...

Too soon. It was too soon ! You barely had anytime together !

You were so damn angry. At everything and everyone. You started to isolate yourself, not talking to your parents, or to any of your friends.

You lost your appetite, you lost sleep (which was a nightmare, as only during your sleep could you see him again), you lost all will to do anything.

And you were so angry, all the time. Angry about everything.

But most of all, you were angry at Bruce Wayne. He didn’t even call you, or come see you !! You thought he cared about you, you thought he-He was Jason’s dad. You were close because of that. And he didn’t even tell you himself. He didn’t even come see you !!

You could talk about Jason together, or reminisce good times. He could tell you exactly what happened, as the explanation you got were somewhat shady. He could- Why didn’t he want to talk to you ??

So angry. So angry it hurts. It hurts...

You couldn’t wait to be asleep, so Jason would visit you again. You knew he would come. He came to you every night. And then, then you could pretend like none of this was real. Like he was alive and well. You talked, kissed sometimes, and just enjoyed each other’s presence...It was such bliss.

So much better than this waking nightmare, in which you felt so alone.

************

Bruce couldn’t face you.

He felt so guilty, and angry at himself. He was the reason Jason died. He was the reason Jason died !! The boy was just fifteen !! HE WAS JUST FIFTEEN !!

He had such a long life ahead of him. With you at his side. Bruce’s boy always talked to him so much about you...

Ever since he first came in his life. You used to be “his best friend (Y/N)”, the “most wonderful person on earth !”. And then one day, you became his girlfriend, and Bruce saw his kid smile so much. He almost believed-

He almost believed he succeeded. That Jason wouldn’t be like him, that he would have a better life, that he would be allowed to be happy.

And then he got killed. Because of him, because he let him be “Robin”.

Fifteen.

His boy was just fifteen...

BARGAINING

You could see him in dreams.

Surely, it meant he wasn’t truly gone, right ?

“My life for his !” You’d ask-Anyone. Anything.

God. Gods. Entities. Any higher powers who could help you.

They could take you, if they brought him back. They could-

But then, he would be in your place. He would be the one suffering. And you couldn’t bear that very thought. You couldn’t-

“Please. Please just, make my dreams last longer. Or make it so I never wake up again, and I can stay with him forever. Please. I beg of you...”

DEPRESSION

It lasted a long time. A year or two.

You just, went by.

Feeling numb, tired, hopeless, helpless.

You lost all perspective of a future. Everything was a struggle, and living in a world without Jason felt like torture.

It was as if you just floated through life. High school graduation came, and you had no memory of it. You weren’t planning on going to college. And those past two years, were spend mostly alone...You hated how people looked at you with pity. You hated it.

One year. Two years. It had already been two years, since you lost Jason. Time was suppose to heal all wounds, no ? Absolute bullshit. It felt as difficult and hurtful as when you first received that phone call.

Jason was gone. How could you ever feel happy again ?

It was only at night, that things felt right again. You’d spend a lot of your time sleeping, because Jason would visit you every single time. He would come in your dreams.

He said he shouldn’t, that you had to move on. He said he should stay away...But he couldn’t. He didn’t have the heart to never see you again. He couldn’t leave you alone, he said.

Yet whenever you would wake up, and come back to reality...He wouldn’t be there.

He would never be there again.

And then one day, Bruce Wayne knocked on your door. You would learn later, that your parents called him for help, hoping he could bring you some comfort as you both went through the same kind of pain...

************

“Jason would’ve-He would’ve liked for you to have this.”

It were journals. About ten of them.

Jason’s diaries...You knew he wrote, a lot. You knew. But you never imagined you’d be able to read those.

Bruce knew, that by giving you those journals, he would reveal his secret identity. But he felt he owed you that much. That you needed the closure.

You needed to know it was his fault. Bruce, in a way, was trying to punish himself. If you hated him enough, then maybe it would makes things right. Maybe you’d be able to move on.

He stayed with you, as you read pages and pages of Jason’s neat handwriting. Most pages had a least one paragraph about you. From age 8, and his approximative writing, to age 15, dated on the day of his death...he talked at least once about you, every single day.

It made you heart so warm.

Ah. It’s as if you almost forgot, so obnubilated by your dreams. But your Jason was so full of life, and love, and kindness. He was so-

Jason. He was the most incredible man you ever met (although he would never become quite a man). He was-

Tears. But this time, it wasn’t as much tears of sadness, as it was relief. Happiness. Born from countless good memories, and the knowledge that you would never forget him.

You would love Jason Todd forever. You knew that. He couldn’t fully leave your heart.

“Thank you.”

You say, and Bruce is confused. He was so sure you would hate him ! After all, it’s because he was Batman, that his son died !

“Thank you for giving him the love every child should have from a parent. And for giving him a home. For taking care of him.”

He feels his throat squeeze painfully. No. No this wasn’t- How could you look at him with such a gentle smile ?

Holding Jason’s last journal against your heart, you dried some of your tears before saying :

“It really sounded like, he was so happy with you. So, thank you. Thank you so much for being there for him. Thank you, Bruce.”

What is this ? Why are you being so kind to him ? He’s-He’s the reason his boy died ! He doesn’t deserve your thanks. He doesn’t-

He feels the tears welling up in his own eyes, as he stares at you in disbelief.

And you understand. You know how he feels, how he thinks it’s his fault. You know. But you cannot hate him. Because he did, love and care for Jason. And he did, give many great years in a warm home to him. And-

You were certain he couldn’t stop Jason. Your boyfriend was born to help others, you always knew it. He couldn't stop him from becoming Robin. On the contrary, letting him take that mantel fulfilled Jason’s true purpose, you were sure of it.

The fact the man came all this way here, fighting his own grief, just in the hope to make you feel better. To actually save you, and help you move on...It was enough for you. Even now, Bruce still looked out for Jason.

Because of course, Jason would hate for you to be so sad. He told you himself, in your dreams. He couldn’t bear to see you sad, defeated, heartbroken...He said he would do something for you and-

Ah. Did he send his dad for you ? Did he visit him in a dream, and ask for him to give you his journals ? That was entirely possible. After all, it’s been two years since every single night, your dead boyfriend would invite himself in your dreams.

And you were sure it was him, and not just a figment of your imagination. Call it a gut feeling. The world had seen weirder things...

Yes.

Hating Bruce wasn’t the way, you knew it.

And ah, little did you know that this knowledge lodged in your heart would one day save a certain man wearing a Red Hood... (but that’s, for another story ;))

ACCEPTANCE

“Why don’t you visit my dreams, anymore ?

Please. Come back. I love you. I miss you.”

It’s been weeks, and weeks, and weeks. He hasn't come back to your dreams, and it felt like this time-

He was truly gone.

“Why don’t you visit my dreams, anymore ?”

A question you’d ask yourself many times. Was it because you finally started to find some peace ? Because you finally started to heal, in a way ?

You could never truly heal. You would never forget him. But you felt like...You still had a lot to live for. That he would’ve wanted you to keep goin. After all, he told you himself, in your dreams.

But he wasn’t coming anymore. Was he trying to finally let you move on ? Was he sacrificing his own wish to see you, so you could move forward with your life ?

Could be. Or maybe it really were all dreams, and you finally accepting his death unlocked something in your subconscious, that made it think you didn’t need to see him anymore ?

But you missed him. So much.

“Why don’t you visit my dreams, anymore ?”

A question that would remained unanswered...For now.

A love that transcend death.

Finals week.

After Bruce’s visit, you finally slowly came out of your depression. Finally slowly came out to the world again.

And you applied for Gotham’s college, hoping to get a degree in forensics (maybe feeling a little inspired by a certain “Batman”). You wanted to keep Jason’s legacy on, you would carry the torch for him.

Jason never got to grow old, never got to do so many things...You felt like i was your duty, to also live for him.

And so, that’s why you were coming home very late that night, after you spend hours and hours at the library, studying. You had to nail those finals !

Maybe that’s why you didn’t notice those less than amenable men walking towards you ? Engrossed in your revision, you only saw them too late.

But of course. A mugging in Gotham City. How original.

However, before they could even utter a word to you, a big red mass fall on them.

You didn’t have any other words to describe what just happened. It really felt like a giant in red just stomped their face.

Said giant turns to you, and you know you should feel fear, yet-

You recognize that stance. The way those hands lay on his sides. And though you cannot see his face, as he’s wearing a mask, you know the shape of his eyes, as he looks at you.

You know who this is. It seems impossible, and yet...The world has seen weirder things, right ?

Explanations would come later. Or never, really. They were not important, right now.

“Ah...That’s why you disappeared from my dreams.”

************

In the night, two silhouettes runs towards each other.

Their hands find each other, their lips too.

A tight embrace between two beings who had always been destined to be together, so much so that even death couldn’t keep them away from each other forever.

Because their love, was forever.

In the night.

Two silhouettes embracing each other, never letting go again.

And this time, it wasn’t just a dream.

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Here we are. Wrote fast (didn’t re-read myself or I wouldn’t post it..), not very well in a way, but I hope you still liked it. Yes. A short story I felt like writing, as I had a dream about someone I lost long ago, and it felt so nice, to see them in my dream, that...here we are :).

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“I HATE YOU !” - Batfam/Batkids x fem!reader/Batmom

Synopsis : Not everything is always made of sunshines and rainbows. Sometimes, things go wrong. Sometimes, your children lash out at you, and scream : “I hate you !” before storming off...A story about how you handle those burst of anger from each of your kids, over the span of a few years.

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DICK

"I HATE YOU !!”

He screams, running off and closing the door behind him violently.

BANG !!

You’re not sure that “bang” is the sound of the door slamming, or your heart breaking.

This was the first time your child said something so hurtful to you. And it was quite a shock. You weren’t sure how to react.

As if moved by instinct, Bruce immediately moved next to you, and put an arm around your shoulder, as if to shield you from the hurt. It was only a little bit comforting...

When he was younger, Dick struggled greatly with his anger. He had trouble managing it, and it’s only after a big fight with Bruce, and some times apart, that he truly started to understand himself, and become the man he was now.

The reason he left with the Titans, and then later, left for Bludhaven...was his mismanaged anger. And it was also yours and Bruce’s fault. You were still new parents, you were still learning, you didn’t always have the best reactions.

Bruce would react with anger too, which he knew now was the worst thing he could do. But to his defense (and you would always defend him), he was also just processing his trauma, and trying to navigate how to “tackle” his son’s own traumatic experience. He wasn’t sure how to act, with that kid.

He was too strict, he expected too much, because he wanted Dick to NOT reiterate his own mistakes. He wanted his boy to feel better, to be able to be happy...something he thought he could never be again, before meeting you.

It took a very long time for Bruce, to get out of this dark pit he buried himself in. He didn’t want Dick to take the same path. He wanted him to NOT be a second “Batman”. He wanted him to be his own man.

Which lead to a lot of mistakes. But hey, you couldn’t be a perfect parent all the time. And let’s admit it, Dick wasn’t always easy to handle. Especially during his fits of anger, which he sometimes had when he was young, and which slowly disappeared during his teenage years (although even today, if you truly managed to make him angry, he could get quite scary...Ah, but like father like son).

You didn’t even remember why he told you “I hate you”, it was all a blur now, years later. But you remember how you felt.

Heartbroken, like you failed as a parent. As if you weren’t enough for that little boy, who had lost everything and was “forced” to become part of your family.

That simple “I hate you” had triggered so many questions in yours and Bruce’s mind. How could you react ? Not like he gave you the time to, as he left the room right away.

What was the right reaction ? What if he did truly hate you ? What could you do to salvage this relationship ? What-

You were both so lost.

You would do many more mistakes as parents, but that day-

That day, things got resolved on their own, as Dick came back a few moments later, with an apologetic look on his face.

It was clear he wanted to pretend nothing had happened. Yet, that child had already a lot more emotional intelligence than most, and instead of ignoring everything, he just said :

“You know I love you, right ?”

And that was the end of it. And a first step to understand an important, and key thing about raising a child : sometimes, they WILL lash out at you. And say they hate you. But they never truly mean it. It’s just a way of processing an overwhelming amount of negative emotions. A way to protect themselves.

“I hate you.”, often comes from the opposite feeling. They love you so much, but they’re angry, and they think of the first thing that could hurt you and-

Dick never said it again after that. In fact, it was almost a biggest traumatic experience to him, than it was to you. Because he hated feeling this ugly things, and he hated hurting others, especially not those he loved. “I hate you”, were words he never meant towards anyone. He felt so bad, about telling them to you and Bruce, who took him in as your own child.

But beyond that, what made him entirely stop even thinking about saying that again. Beyond that, he never said it again, even when he fought with his dad, because he knew. He never crossed that limit again, because he knew. Him most of everyone, knew. Life was so short, and what if the last thing he told you or Bruce was : “I hate you ?”

He could never forgive himself. And for him too, this was an important step. One step closer, to controlling his anger, to understand himself, to let himself feel, and explain his feelings.

Yes. This first “I hate you”, was an important moment for all of you. Parents, and child. A first stone set upon a building, that would grow each year. A first experience showing that not everything could be perfect, and that mistakes would be made.

But as long as you were there for each others, and as long as you knew that no matter what, you would always love one another...You’d pull through the hardest times.

JASON

Talking about the hardest of times.

Jason was a good kid. He never once told you he hated you, before his death. On the contrary. The boy never shied away from expressing his feelings.

He would outright tell you and Bruce, that he loved you. He would show you by countless kind acts towards you two, that he was the happiest he’s ever been, since you adopted him.

Finally. Finally he felt safe and loved. Finally he had an actual family, people who cared about him...Why would he tell them that he hated them ?

No. Never would it have come to Jason’s mind to use those words towards you.

Oh, oh but after his death ? After his traumatic resurrection ? After he came back to Gotham City, only to find out you not only “replaced” him (his feelings towards Tim at first were...complicated), but you also never killed that hateful clown ??

Jason hated you. He hated you so much.

But it was because he loved you. He always worshipped you and his dad, viewed you as those perfect beings who saved him from a life of misery. This was probably “his” first mistake...Nobody was perfect.

But in Jason’s eyes, his mom and dad were. You and Bruce.

And so when he came back, and neither of you avenged his death, he felt so hurt that-

“I hate you.”

Those words, he said them a lot. In total contrast of him before the “incident”, before it all went to sh-.

“I hope you know I hate you. So much. I wish I had never met you.”

He wasn’t “half-assing” it, Dick would say. No. He definitely went “full ass” on you and Bruce, not hesitating for a second to express his high level of anger towards you two.

And the worst ? Neither of you were mad at him for it, on the contrary. His words summed up years of your life. Years of you two hating yourselves for not being able to save your son, and not having the guts to go through with it concerning “The Joker”.

You didn’t even think about defending yourselves. You understood how hurt he was. You-You deserved his anger. You deserved his hate.

Ah, but Jason never really truly hated you. Deep down, his harsh words were born from feeling hurt and rejected.

You two were the only persons who ever made Jason feel safe. When he came back, and saw you “moved on”, that you weren’t mourning him anymore (which wasn’t true, it might’ve appeared like that for the sake of Dick and Tim, but neither you nor Bruce could ever heal from one of your children’s death, the wound would always bleed), and that you didn’t take revenge-

He felt like it had all been fake. Like you never loved him. Like you lied to him, all those times you called him your son, or when you told him you loved him, and that he meant so much to you.

Jason hated you, because he thought you never loved him. How ironic, right ?

Thinking back to it, maybe you should’ve been more obvious with your feelings. Tell him since the first day you realized he came back, that you loved him, and that living without him was torture.

That losing him was unbearable, and that you and Bruce almost broke for good (but had to be strong for the rest of the family).

Maybe, you should’ve told him everything right away. And not let his anger fester. Not let him say more and more “I hate you”s. Maybe...

Ah, but it was easy, to look back at an event and think : “what if ?”.

Unfortunately, it didn’t go that way. You were so shocked by Jason’s anger towards you, and thought so much you deserved it, that you didn’t immediately tell him how you truly felt.

And it took all of you so much time, to finally talk. To finally understand each other. To finally forgive. Jason, to forgive you. You and Bruce, to forgive yourselves.

So much wasted time...

Jason would always regret how he told you many times he hated you. Because it was never true. What he wanted to hear, in answer to those words, was : “I love you.”...He just didn’t know how to process all his emotions.

And you would always regret that it took you so damn long to finally chase after your son, and make sure he knew you loved him. Make sure he knew he meant everything to you.

It wasn’t a work you did alone. Thanks god for Alfred, Dick, and even Tim.

And thanks god for Jason’s strength, for how he was able to forgive, even as he-

Yes. This would be a great source of regret for all of you. Maybe that was why, nowadays, Jason would NEVER shy away (once more) to say “I love you mom”, and why you made sure you told him, and showed him your love, every chance you got...

TIM

Even the most loving, sweetest kids, sometimes say hurtful things.

Tim was one of those adorable children, who always wanted to help, whom you could always count on, but who would hide away his feelings too much for his own good, and would eventually break.

“When coming from a child in whom there is generally a love-based relationship, ‘I hate you’ is a normal part of emotional and psychological development”, said a psychotherapist to you once (mental health issues were given a very important place, in the Wayne’s household...None of you ever felt ashamed of needing a little professional help at times).

You experienced it with Dick and Jason. You knew it would eventually happen with Tim. Especially since he could be a little emotionally stunted at times.

Tim wanted SO MUCH to help, and to save everyone, and to be there for the one he loved...he would often burry his own feelings, and pretend everything was ok. And sometimes, like a volcano, he would explose.

Like today. But you were expecting it.

It hadn’t been long since, unfortunately, Conner passed away.

Conner Kent was an important person for your family. You always adored the kid (and he was the source of the very few fights you had with Clark, as you hated how he initially treated the boy). But he was probably the most important to your Tim.

Although he never admitted it by then, you were pretty sure your son was in love with Superboy. That they weren’t only the best of friends. And you were pretty sure Conner shared his feelings...

But now, now they could never truly talk about it.

Because Conner was gone. And he wasn’t coming back (A/N : yeah you know, comics, so we know he’ll eventually come back, but for the drama of it all, it seemed at the time that he wasn’t going to).

It was hard for your son to process that. He became even more obsessed with his “work”, skipping school to spend all his time on his vigilante cases.

And that day, he had skipped school once too many, and you and Bruce decided you would ground him. Forbid him, for a little while, to go out as Red Robin. And-

And that probably wasn’t your best idea. Probably wasn’t how you should’ve handled that at the time. Punishing him wasn’t the way to go, you knew that now. Oh, but it was easy, when you had the few steps back years later, to realize your mistake. On the moment though, it seemed like the only thing to do to save your son from dying out of exhaustion.

His reaction was both expected, and unexpected.

You knew he would snap at some point. You just didn’t expect him to snap because he was grounded...

“I HATE YOU !!” He screamed, truly angry, throwing a book across the room.

But you knew. You knew he didn’t hate you. He was hurt, and sad, and he didn’t know how to handle all his emotions.

He didn’t hate you, he hated himself.

He hated himself for not being able to save his friend. To save the man he loved. To-

Tim always made it his mission, to save everyone. Especially those close to his heart. And so this, was a failure he had a hard time handling.

It translated in that “I hate you” he threw your way.

But you knew. You knew how he felt.

“Well, it’s too bad, because I love you.”

You answered, and you could see he was taken aback by this. You could see he was struggling with himself, and wasn’t sure what to say.

“I love you, Tim. I love you so much.”

Tears. Welling up on the corner of his eyes. And then it was another kind of volcano erupting...

All sign of anger disappeared, as he collapsed in your arms, and finally-

Finally let himself mourn the death of his best friend, and first love.

DAMIAN

It happened not long after your youngest boy came into your life.

Damian had disappointed his dad. He knew it. He had killed a man, because he thought it was the only way to stop him from hurting his family.

It came from a good intention. He wanted to stop someone from arming his loved ones. He wanted to permanently make sure that person wouldn’t come back one day, and kill his dad, his siblings, or you (he hadn’t yet came to call you “mom”, but it would come soon).

It came from good intentions.

He wanted to protect. And the only way he was taught how to do that, while in the League of Shadows, was to kill. Because, what was more permanent than death ? What would assure your safety, but to kill the danger ?

But your son knew. He knew he wasn’t supposed to do that anymore. He knew his father expected him to do better. He knew...Yet he hadn’t been able to control himself. And he was feeling really bad about it.

Of course, Bruce would forgive him. Would not give up on him. But still, Damian disappointed him. He disappointed you. Or so he thought, at least.

He was feeling so bad about himself...And here it came.

Instead of expressing his feelings about all of that, instead of putting into words, or in drawing form for example (his go-to way to express himself), he lashed out.

And unfortunately, you were in his way. He turned his negative feelings towards you, but you weren’t about to let him run with it.

Damian wasn’t your first child. You had dealt with the “I hate you” phrase before, hell you even had to go through the very painful “You’re not my REAL mom” one (you can read this in that story : “You’re not my real mom”)...You more or less knew how to handle it now.

An immediate emotional response would only make it worst. And so, as Damian yells :

“I HATE YOU !!” at you, after you tried to talk to him about what he did (you wanted to comfort him, he took it the wrong way...which could happen with anyone), you took a deep breath.

You stayed silent for a few seconds. And then you looked at him right in the eyes, and said :

“No, I’m sorry. You may not speak this way to me. Let’s try to calm down first and then get to the bottom of what is going on. I can tell you are feeling very stressed, angry, overwhelmed. I can imagine a lot is going on and it’s making you feel such strong emotions inside, emotions of 'hate.' You probably feel you hate everything, all the things you need to do and all the stuff 'we' make you do. It’s hard. I know. Let’s talk about it.”

Damian was stunned. He did not expect this response. He thought you would hate him in return, or be mad at him.

“Hating me or using those words to express your anger is not going to help you fix how you’re feeling. It may make you feel 'good' in the moment of saying it, but not later. You will likely feel regret, feel sorry, feel bad. That doesn’t feel good. So, no saying that. But let’s talk about all the stress you feel. Let’s talk about your feelings, Damian. Please. Tell me what’s wrong, and how we can fix it."

Damian wasn’t used to this. He wasn’t.

He had never been taught to accept failure. Nobody ever told him it was ok to not feel well. Nobody- Nobody ever expressed understanding towards him.

He felt his throat choking up. He felt tears coming to his eyes. He felt-

He turned away from you, still use to hide those feelings. Still used to not show any sign of weakness. He turned away- But you delicately caught his chin in your hand, and turned his face back to you.

And in your eyes...In your eyes, he could see that you wouldn’t give up on him. That you wouldn’t turn away, even as he made mistakes. That you were here for him. That you-

That day, you received from him a hug. The very first hug he ever gave you. And of course, you answered it by wrapping him in your own arms.

And Damian felt safe. Wanted. Loved. And he heard himself spill everything to you. He heard himself talk to you about his worries, about how he hated himself, about-

Everything.

He told you everything. And most of all, he told you that of course, he didn’t hate you. He could never hate you.

CASS

Cass wanted to hurt you. She was so angry, frustrated and upset, that her next few words were specifically aimed at hurting your feelings :

“I hate you.”

She says flatly, yet in a very definite tone. She knows what she’s doing, and she knows she’ll most likely regret it later. But right now, blinded by rage, she says those dreadful words anyway.

Unfortunately for Cass, by now, you knew that when one of your children lashed out at you in that way, they didn’t truly mean it. You and Alfred came to an analogy, for when your kids would suddenly want to hurt you with their words :

They were like a tea kettle.

In that way, that when the water's boiling, the kettle sings, and is too hot to handle. It takes time for the water to get back to room temperature. Right ? Well, when their water was too hot, they simply couldn’t think clearly anymore, as they entered fight or flight mode. Which is why they reflexively use the hate word, to "protect" themselves from their vulnerable feelings.

Right now, Cass’ water was way too hot, for reasons that honestly wouldn’t matter anymore in a few hours. And so she said : “I hate you.”

Step by step. A deep breath. A small silence. And then you say :

"No, you don’t hate me. But I know that at times we don’t see eye to eye or it feels I am in your way or that I don’t understand. You’re right, I don’t always understand, but I want to. Sometimes, I am in your way, simply because I am still raising you. It’s OK if you don’t always agree with me. My job is not for us to agree on everything but to hopefully provide you with what you need for a few more years until you’ll take care of yourself all on your own."

This seems to fuel her rage even more. How dare you be understanding, while she’s trying to hurt you ? How dare you answer her bile with kind words ?

"I get that you’re angry but hate is not the way to label that or express that. I want us to be able to discuss our differences and even teach each other things. I also want to hear what you have to say. So, no more saying, 'I hate you’, regardless of how angry, frustrated, or stressed you feel. From now on, you will just tell me about your feelings and I will listen. Alright ?'

Not alright. At least for her, in that moment. Instead of talking, she glares at you, turn around, and leaves, slamming the door behind her, with all her might. Too angry to listen, or to talk. And you know what ? It was ok.

It was ok, if things weren’t immediately resolved in the moment. You had learned that, over the years. It was ok, if right now, she was not willing to talk it out. To explain. To release her anger. She just needed time. And that was ok.

And so you let her storm off, and waited.

You didn’t have to wait for very long. A few hours later, she came back to you. Looking ashamed, and sad.

Ah, but you made sure she had nothing to feel ashamed off. It was ok to be angry, it was ok to not know how to handle one’s own emotions. It was a good learning process, wasn’t it ?

“Sorry.”

She told you, and what else was there to do, but to take her into your arms ?

DUKE

“I hate you..”

Duke whispers, and although you know he doesn’t mean it, your heart still squeeze in that very uncomfortable way...

But you understood. You understood.

You and Bruce just signed official papers to make him your son, as his parents weren’t getting any better, and it was clearer and clearer they would never heal from what the Joker did to them.

But Duke still had hope. He still thought they could be saved. And he held onto that hope, even as he slowly settled in his life at Wayne Manor. Even as, despite himself, he slowly started to see you and Bruce as his second parents.

And here you were, sighing adoption papers, making it official that his parents would never be the same ever again.

To him, you were representing his shattered hopes. He had truly lost his parents...

Of course, he would “hate” you in that moment. Of course. But by then, you were used to your children not being well, and lashing out their negative feelings at you. So you start by saying :

"There is a lot going in your life and I can understand how sometimes you just want nothing to do with any of it, and that-”

“DON’T ACT AS IF YOU UNDERSTAND !”

He does not let you finish, and his whispers turn into screams. He feels so angry, so lost, so desperate. His last hope of having his parents again is gone, and you’re trying to comfort him ??

Proof that, even after decades of being a parent, you don’t always have the right words, or you don’t always do the right thing to soothe your child.

You take a step back, a deep breath, and-

You don’t say anything. This wasn’t the “I hate you” screamed because you told him “no” about something. This was the “I hate you” born from utter desperation and sadness. He still didn’t mean it. But he needed to say it.

So you let him.

You feel Bruce’s hand on your back, as per usual, your husband is always near for you. You’re stronger, together. He’s your rock, you’re his pillar.

Together, you can face this. You can go through it because you know you have support. You know he’s going to be there for you, and you for him. It makes things so much easier, to know there’s at least one constant in your life...

You don’t say anything, and you let Duke tell you a few more times that he hates you. You let him leave the court, and run off on his own. You’re worried, of course, but you know-

You know he needs the time alone. You know he needs to process things, alone. You know he’ll come back to you, once he’ll feel ready.

And so for now, you and Bruce wait. His arms around you, yours holding him. Comforting each other with your mere presence. His fingers massaging your scalp, your hands running soothing circles on his back.

You’re not alone for this. You’re parents, together. And you’ll figure that out, together. Worst things come to worst...There’s always Alfred, to run to for advices, right ?

But you got this. You got it.

And Duke does too. Right now, he needs to be angry. But he’ll come around. And he’ll realize that truly...He’s not actually alone in this.

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A short bonus story, as I only managed to write this today (feeling a bit under the weather). I hope you liked it nonetheless ! As per usual, comments/reblogs always greatly appreciated, motivating, and welcomed <3. Thank you in advance, and see you soon with a longer, more fleshed out story.

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A baby in the family - Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : The entire family is in awe faced with Jason’s daughter. Your baby girl is only a few months old, and already has an army at her feet.

Wanted to write Jason with a baby, and here I am haha. So, let’s go for some cute fluff :). Hope you’ll like this :

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BRUCE

“I’m going to be honest here, I do not know how to react.” Jason said, absolutely dumbfounded by the scenes unfolding in front of him.

And to be fair ? You completely understood.

After all, it wasn’t every day that you’d see THE Batman cry...

Even rarer were the occasion in which he cried out of happiness. Bruce was pretty sure he could count on one hand the amount of times he felt so happy, tears welled up in his eyes.

But right now, as Jason just told him : “So long story short, you’re going to be a grandpa soon”, he couldn’t help himself. He just stared at his son, and the corner of his eyes got wet as if on their own.

Jason Todd. His son.

The one he lost so many years ago, and only got back since a short while. The one who’s death shattered him, changed him, made him feel like happiness truly was out of his reach. That boy he adopted so long ago, was going to be a dad himself ? Oh and when he said : “you’re going to be a grandpa soon”, the spark in his eyes, the obvious happiness he felt, how far “Red Hood” went on the path of recovery...

How else could Bruce react, but to cry because he just felt overjoyed ?

Because if there was one person in this entire world, to Batman’s eyes, who truly deserved happiness, love, and a bright future...It was his son Jason.

That child (who wasn’t a child anymore) went through so much. He lost so much, felt an amount of pain from an early age that most people will never even begin to experience in their lifetime. Jason truly went through Hell, and he-

He-

Bruce couldn’t seem to be able to stop crying. One of those cry sometimes punctuated by little outburst of laughter, you know, when you’re just too happy and you don’t know how to react ? Laughing and crying at the same time, too many emotions, everything so overwhelming.

You sighed, looking at your fiancé, rolling your eyes at him and whispering in his ear : “Go hug him, you big oaf !”

You pushed his shoulder, and after hesitating for a bit, Jason finally advance towards his father and...lightly taps him on the back.

You were about to quite literally scold him when Bruce raised his head towards his son, not even trying to hide his tears and-

The second after, they were hugging as if their life depended on it.

As if both of them needed it, and waited too long before they finally managed to get that hug out.

Your heart squeeze, because the moment is so touching. You almost want to leave, so they can have this father/son time all to themselves.

But then, Jason grabs you, and takes you in his arms too, and suddenly, it’s a “group hug” and you’ve never felt like that before.

So loved, so warm, so entirely encompassed with affection and tenderness.

Ah. Your child wasn’t born yet, but you already knew he or she would come into a world so ready to welcome them. So ready to love them.

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Bruce was just too happy because-

Because Jason, even though he went through so much, isn’t going to turn out like him. Often sad, unable to connect with so many people because his trauma makes it so he’s terrified of losing he one he loves. Isolating himself too often, even though he loves his family dearly.

Bruce never felt like he truly healed from loosing his parents. And everyone after that.

His children are the reasons he kept going, and felt like life was still worth living. But he often felt submerged by bad feelings, and had a hard time allowing himself to be happy. To forgive himself for his past mistakes, like what lead to Jason’s death all those years ago (amongst so many examples)...

His son was unfortunately following that path. When he became Red Hood, it’s not the fact that he was killing criminals, that hurt Bruce the most. It was the fact he was killing his heart. Killing everything that made him, once, “Jason Todd, bright, funny, and always happy Jason Todd”.

Bruce knew Jason had to fight with himself a lot, to finally start forgiving himself. But also forgiving his dad. To move on. To get out of that dark place he fell in when he was resurrected.

And him becoming a father ? Marrying you ? Actually wanting to be happy ?

It made Bruce so proud, and happy himself. Because his son wasn’t going to be another him. Because Jason managed to fight, and fight, and fight, and came so far, and now...He was going to be a dad.

Oh. Bruce couldn’t wait to meet his little granddaughter. Because yes, yes he was sure since day one, that the baby would be a girl. It just made sense, you know ?

GRANDPA “GRAPPA” BRUCE

She called him “Grappa” when she was little, and it stuck. Even years later, well into her adult years, Bruce was still good old “Grappa” to her.

Bruce loved to be a grandfather. It was all the advantages of being a dad, with none of its disadvantages. There were only the good sides of raising a child, of taking care of a kid. You could give them cookies right before bed time, without worrying about them being hyper, since the parents would take care of that. You rarely had to face “tantrums”, since you had them mainly for the “fun times”.

Yes. Being a granddad was great.

Bruce adored your daughter. And vice versa. (Y/D/N) would cry her heart out whenever you’d have to leave Wayne Manor, whenever you’d leave your father in law “behind”. It made it harder for Bruce to let go of her, and oh, oh he indulged in her every wish and whims. You still remember that time she made him wear a princess dress (it was a tutu, much too small for him), and she pretended to be a dragon (you weren’t sure what was the actual game, but it was adorable to watch).

She was always so excited to see him, and vice versa. You thought that, ever since she was a baby, she just found his low and deep voice soothing. You also read once, that babies could feel adults’ mood. Therefor, if they were with someone who was always stressed, they’d also feel the stress, and would be fussy and difficult. Bruce, when around his dear granddaughter, was always so relaxed, soft and calm, that you were sure she loved being in his arms because it made her feel relaxed and calm too.

Bruce enjoyed reading her stories, or just telling her stories he made up himself. Which always made Jason emotional (although your dumb husband always pretended he wasn’t), because his dad used to do that with him too. Made up stories, just for him. Bruce and his storytelling, was one of the reasons Jason was such a huge book nerd. He always loved those bed time moments. It was quite a secret, this part of Bruce. How great of a storyteller he truly was. Maybe, in another world, one in which his parents never were murdered, he could’ve had an entirely different carrier path..

Bruce made up stories specifically for your daughter. And had done it ever since she was a baby (she didn’t understand everything at the time, but she certainly seemed to enjoy just listening to him, as she always looked at him with big eyes, enraptured by every words he said). He’d make her the protagonist of the stories, making sure to make her independent, and smart, and clever, and confident...He always put his darling granddaughter on a pedestal. And nothing she would ever do could make him think otherwise.

The media called Bruce a “GILF”, you know, “Grandpa I’d like to...”. Jason hated it, of course.

Bruce had always been very protective of his children when it came to paparazzi taking photos. He was even more protective with his granddaughter. He only let certain pictures be published. Making sure his kids’ face would be the least visible possible, and he did the same with (Y/D/N*) (*Your Daughter’s Name).

So when it came to your daughter, he would let only certain pictures get out. Namely : pictures of him carrying her either with one of those baby carrier in from of him (you loved those pictures, they were so cute. Bruce with outfits screaming “old money”, sunglasses, and your baby girl, pacifier in her mouth, wearing sunglasses too, looking very elegant and distinguished, almost blasé, with her granddad), or in his arms.

Bruce would actually ask to baby sit his granddaughter, and a ritual installed itself. Every Thursdays, he’d take care of her...preferring her, to his patrols (anyway, he knew his kids were out there).

In the batcave, there was an entire area dedicated to her. Toys, childproof everything (safety first), a little bed. So she could always be with you all.

And if Bruce was around ? He would actually carry her with the infamous baby carrier. Ah, it was always so cute, to see her little legs dangling, as she (usually) held one of Bruce’s hand (amusing to witness, as he held her hand while typing with the other on the computer as if nothing, so casually), pacifier in mouth...Bruce would sometimes hum a song to her, almost absentmindedly, lulling her to sleep, while working on cases !

Yes. The Batman and his granddaughter were very close, and it was almost too adorable to bear.

JEALOUSY

Jason had forgiven his father a while ago now. He came to understand why Bruce didn’t kill the Joker, why he acted the way he did. After a lot of therapy, and love and support from his family, Jason pulled through.

He managed to not feel so angry all the time anymore.

He slowly healed. And although he still had some dark days, things were definitely better now. His relationship with his dad was truly and definitely mended.

Which didn’t mean, though, that sometimes, Jason enjoyed a little too much drive Bruce mad. Your husband knew his father way too well, he knew which button to push to vex him. And unfortunately for your father-in-law, now, Jason had a new weapon to do exactly that : his daughter.

You had a family lunch at Wayne Manor today, and that morning, Jason insisted on dressing your daughter. Which honestly should’ve made you feel suspicious.

Jason was a great dad, he enjoyed taking care of his child, however, it was rare for him to want to “surprise you” with an outfit he concocted for her...

You understood once you saw it. You were about to say something but he was faster :

“Oops, we’re going to be late if we don’t leave like, right now.”

“Jason, we can’t take her to your father’s wearing that.”

“No idea what you’re talking about, my love.”

“Jason...”

“Mmm ?”

Ah. That man knew so well how to fake an “innocent face”, despite his imposing frame and scars. You sighed, scoffed, and decided not to fight it.

You knew it was inevitable.

And inevitable it was indeed, as you reached Wayne Manor, and Bruce’s face brightened when he saw your daughter, and then-

“Are you fucking kidding me ??”

Ah. He finally noticed. He was holding your daughter in front of him, looking at her...Superman onesie. Oh, and her Flash’s pacifier. And-Oh for f’s sake, did they really gave his cute granddaughter a Green Lantern plushy ??

Bruce glared at Jason, knowing it was his doing. But your husband just smirked, and said : “What ? She chose it. It’s true. I let her choose amongst a bunch of other goodies, including Batman ones”.

This wasn’t true, of course. He specifically dressed her like that, and gave her the Green Lantern plushy while usually she preferred the Batman one (as if she already knew it was her granddad).

Bruce looked half-hurt (but not really), half-mad (actually really), grunted, and disappeared in his house. A few minutes later, he came back with his granddaughter at the lunch table, and she...

Was wearing a Batman onesie, had a Batpacifier, and a Batman plushy clutched in her little hands.

“Are you for real ?” Jason asked. The implication that his father had a stash of Batman goodies making him smile, though.

“What ? She chose it herself.”

And on that note, Jason bursted in a genuine laugh, which quickly spread to the rest of the family...

JASON

Jason was an amazing dad, which didn’t surprise you one bit.

Despite what many thought, he was actually delicate, cared about others (sometimes too much, which was the source of many of his problems), and he was soft and loving. He never shied away from expressing how much he loved you and his daughter. Never.

Sure, he had a hard time conveying his true feelings to his father, because of the history between them. Same for his siblings. But to you and your baby ? Never.

He knew how life could suddenly feel very short, he wasn’t about to waste a minute of it. He knew how never saying actual “I love you” could birth difficult situations (like how Bruce didn’t tell him that for so long, which was one of the reason he thought he never loved him because he didn’t kill the Joker).

“You make me so happy, little one.”, you once heard him say to your daughter, who cooed at him happily, as if she was giving him an answer, her little hands reaching for his face and patting his cheek.

“Yes, you do baby girl, and I’m already so proud of you. I’m honored to be your dad, I promise you I will always be there for you. Always.”

“Dada !”, she answered excitedly. She had been saying “dada” since a little bit now, and each time, Jason seemed to radiate happiness. Almost as if he couldn’t quite believe this was real life, that he was really a dad. Once, he told you that meeting you made this second chance at life he had worth it, and it felt like now, with your baby girl, it really was a full circle. That this really was why he was resurrected, and granted another shot at this “life thing”.

As if all his pain and misery finally made sense, and finally were balanced with him having his own family, and being at peace with his father and siblings.

Jason loved to be a dad.

He never seemed bothered by dirty diapers, by the sudden screams in the middle of the night, by the tantrums, by all the “bad sides” of being a parents.

Because let’s face it, being a mom or a dad, wasn’t easy every day. Sometimes, you needed a break, because it was tough, to raise a child...

Jason never wanted to take a break from your daughter. He hated to be away from her, and oh, the first time he left her an entire night at Wayne Manor so you and him could have a date night...It took a lot in him to finally let go of her and give her to his father.

It was hard for you, too, of course. You loved your kid. A feeling impossible to describe, a love beyond this world. And it was tough to be separated from her at first, you were so used to having her around.

But it seemed even harder on Jason.

You suspected that it was because sometimes, he thought he was still dead.

It was a horrible thing to think about, but you noticed it at times...His past traumas surging all of a sudden, him waking up panicked, rushing to your daughter’s room to see if she was still there. Or searching for you in the bed, as if afraid you disappeared in the middle of the night.

Jason went through so much, and him coming back to life had been such a violent, and difficult experience. The Lazarus pits were not known to be a smooth ride, on the contrary...When he woke up, he was all alone, his family wasn’t around, and he felt so abandoned-

So abandoned.

Sometimes, he didn’t quite believe he got another chance at this “life thing”. He was afraid he was still dead, and in some kind of paradise. But a flimsy paradise, that could suddenly disappear because of whatever reasons. How could one man be so happy ? Surely, this wasn’t real life...

Yes. You knew that sometimes, sometimes Jason had rushes of anxiety, of panic. Sometimes, he was so afraid to realize that his entire life was only a mirage.

And so it made sense to you, that ha hated being away from your kid. Or from you. You always indulged him, because, you know what ?

Your husband deserved all the good things that happened to him. Of course, life wasn’t always easy, and he was still heavily traumatized as his fears shown. And it was tough for you too, at times.

But you would never give up on him.

DICK

Jason’s older brother had one problem with his little niece, and it was this : She gave him MASSIVE baby fever !!

She was so cute, adorable, endearing, lovable, charming, delightful, enchanting *insert here so many other synonyms that Dick constantly used to describe his baby niece*, and he loved her so much.

Whenever Jason would arrive at the Manor, or Batcave with his daughter, Dick would completely ignore his brother and go straight to his niece, saying way too loudly : “IS THAT MY LITTLE PRINCEEEEESSS ??” And your daughter would answer him in the most adorable way, with high pitch screams of excitement.

It sounded annoying, those screams. But it truly was too cute. It was as if she was just too excited to hold her voice in. And ah, you always loved when babies get genuinely hyped and their entire body tenses and shakes like they are so thrilled their body can't contain it !

Dick had that effect on your daughter. You were pretty sure she found him so fun and nice to be around, that she just got extremely excited about seeing him, and the fact him himself always seemed so psyched about seeing her helped, of course.

Babies could feel your feelings. They knew when you loved them. And would mimic you, at times, to “fit in”. Oh, oh and your daughter, around Dick, would definitely mimic him.

Your daughter adored her uncle, and they had such a beautiful bond. Family, but also, almost as if they were best friends.

And it made you so happy, to know that if one day, she didn’t want to talk to you about her problems, she’d at least have her uncle to run to...

“Is that my little princeesssss ????!!!!” Dick would yell, doing some acrobatics because he knew she loved them (Jason would always say that it was purely to show off, though). And then he’d ignore his brother, and pick her up, and just leave with her in his arms, ready to play with her for hours.

Jason would never admit it, but he was always a little vexed (and almost jealous, because his own daughter was stealing his big brother’s attention...Ooooh, but he definitely would NEVER admit that).

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Dick was obsessed with finding the cutest clothes for your child. He’d spend SO MUCH money on designer clothes for her, it was ridiculous. Oh but she did look great in all of those, your brother in law really had impeccable tastes.

“Dick...What have you done to my child ?” would be a question Jason asked often, only for his brother to answer :

“Um, only dressed her up in the CUTEST outfit of them all ??”

The look on Dick’s face seemed to say “duh”, and it always exasperated Jason when he’d come pick his baby up from his brother’s house, only to find her wearing ridiculous outfits. Yes, she was adorable. But those were no less ridiculously bougie for a child this young.

Dick’s favorites were “animal onesies” (made by deluxe brands, which you found hilarious). If she was going to Wayne Manor, bat was the animal chosen as to not upset her grandfather, but in secret, Dick dressed her as a lion cub, a bunny, and even once, a lil penguin...cutest penguin of them all.

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When nobody was looking, Dick would sit down with his niece, and sing lullabies to her. Songs his mother used to sing to him, and that he never sung for anyone else before her.

The oldest of the Wayne siblings genuinely felt like his little brother’s daughter was a “miracle child”. A well needed light in their life, which could sometimes be so dark.

A symbol of happiness, of normalcy, of love.

He’d never say all that out loud, in fear of his brothers mocking him (and they definitely would). But that’s what he felt, to his very core.

TIM

Tim never liked children much, including when he was a child himself.

Because he would get bullied a lot, ostracized because he was different. He grew up too fast, that was the problem. Had to mature too soon.

He was left alone by his parents from an early age, ignored even as he showed amazing genius abilities. He was the epitome of the adage “too smart for his own good”.

Yes. He only had bad experience with other kids, so it made sense he would feel uncomfortable around them, even as a young adult.

Your daughter was the exception that confirmed the rule. Tim adored his niece.

He talked to her as if she was an adult (he had read somewhere that children’s brain develop better when you don’t talk to them in that silly “baby talk” way). He admitted to you once, that he wasn’t too fond of kids either because he found them boring...yet he could stare at his baby niece, sleeping in his arms, for hours, without feeling the time passing.

He could never truly express what he felt towards his little niece. He always had trouble explaining his feelings, and rarely said “I love you” to his family. He would suffer a 1000 deaths for his siblings, or for his dad. But he found it hard to tell them that.

Yet to your daughter ? Again, he exception that confirmed the rule.

Tim encouraged her all the time. “You’re so strong”, “you’re so smart”, “you did that all by yourself ? You’re the most amazing little one I ever met”. He gave her everything his own parents never gave him. Made sure she knew he was proud of her.

It made Jason’s heart clench, when he first realized that...Tim was mimicking Bruce.

Bruce had vowed long ago to always support his kids. To always be there for them. And though he found it hard to process and explain his emotions, he always made sure they knew they were loved. In fact, he did that since Jason died, as he realized life was too short, and he wished he had told his son so much more...

He also started when Tim first came around, because that boy had no self-confidence whatsoever, while he was probably smarter than the Batman himself !

Anyway, Bruce made sure to encourage his kids. Which had a great impact on Tim’s self-image. On his view on life. And so, he reproduced that behavior towards his niece and it-

It was so cute. And powerful. And you knew your daughter would always find comfort with her uncle Tim.

CASSANDRA

Cassandra made with you, when you first started to date Jason seriously, a “secret girl pact”. After all, you were the only two girls of the family, at the time, and she said you had to “stick together”, and not let “all those boys get the higher ground” (you suspected a certain Selina Kyle gave her some ideas).

So when your daughter was born, she immediately made the same pact.

None of the men in the family could win an arguments against her niece. They were trying to scold her for whatever reasons ? Cass would be here to scold them back.

Your daughter would, you knew, always feel comfortable speaking about everything with her aunt Cass exactly for that reason. And that was beautiful.

Cass never needed her words, to make your daughter comfortable. On the contrary, as a baby, you noticed your daughter sometimes seemed to ask to be in her aunt’s arms, because it was so cosy and silent. Calming.

Cass never held a baby before, it was a novel experience for her. And she knew that, with any other baby but her niece, she wouldn’t have liked it. Babies were so fragile, what if she dropped her and hurt her ?

Yet she felt compelled to hold her, they would smile at each others and-

Ah. It was simple, between Cass and your daughter. Simple, yet deep love, and trust, and reliability.

Beautiful, really.

DAMIAN

“Alright buddy, can I have my daughter back ?”

“No.”

“...No ?”

“No.”

It was always very tough, to pry your daughter away from her uncle Damian. One, because he didn’t want to ever give her up, and two because it seemed your daughter also liked it, in her uncle’s arms, and would often cry if you forced her out of it.

Damian knew. He knew that if Jason would come and take his daughter from his arms, she would cry. And therefor, since her cries greatly distressed his brother, Damian knew that he could just say “no”, and keep her in his arms as long as he wanted, because neither you nor Jason would come take her from him.

It was both annoying, and adorable.

In a way, you understood him. Damian had always been the littlest one of the family, and he took his role of uncle very seriously.

He once told you that sometimes, when he looked at his baby niece, he felt a surge of “warm feelings he couldn’t explain”, and it made him want to cry...You were pretty sure you actually cried, that time he told you that.

“Damian, what you’re feeling is love.”

“Love ?”

“Yes, love.”

Silence.

“I think you might be right, I think it is...love.”

Never before did Damian felt such a strong need to protect someone. Never before did he wish no bad thing would ever happen to that little baby.

As a result of this, he would often be...Way too lenient towards her.

Whenever your daughter did something naughty, Damian would stand in front of her protectively, or take her in his arms, and say : “My niece has never done anything wrong, ever.” It greatly exasperated Jason, but highly amused you.

Your daughter was not a brat, she was actually a very nice kid. So what if sometimes, she acted like the kid she was, and did things she wasn’t supposed to do ? She usually did it only with her uncles, because they seemed to allow her to do whatever she wanted...Hehe.

Damian would spend entire days playing with his niece, never getting tired of her. They’d have “art time”. The boy kept EVERY drawing she ever made, even the very early ones. Years later, when your daughter would turn twenty one, Damian made the most wonderful scrapbook for her, tracking her progress...Ah, but this would be decades from now.

Once, you found him sitting down, not moving an inch, with your daughter asleep in his arms. He whispered : “I didn’t want to wake her up”, and you were pretty sure your heart actually melted.

Damian thought he knew what “love” was, when he finally accepted to be part of the Wayne family. When he bonded with his dad, his siblings, Alfred...But nothing compared to what he felt towards that little baby.

“Your life is so precious”, you thought you heard him whisper, once.

And those few words, were a perfect summary of Jason’s youngest brother’s feelings towards his niece.

DUKE

He arrived in the family once Jason was already back from the dead, and not killing anymore. After his many therapy sessions. And after you.

When Duke first met Jason, you and him were already dating. So he never knew “Dark Jaybird”, like Dick called him (purposefully to annoy his little brother, the cringier the name, the more delighted Dick was).

So, when others from the League for example, were so surprised that Jason was such a wonderful and attentive dad, he was confused.

What ? Duke always knew Jason to be a very good brother. He was always there for him if he needed, and always had the perfect words to cheer him up. After all, he knew that Jason went through a lot of pain, and therefor, he often was the one who understood others the most.

He was a very empathetic man.

So why was everyone surprised that he’d carry his daughter everywhere, and that the baby girl was such a sweet and cute little thing ? To Duke, it made sense, given her parents.

Both you and Jason were amazing at this parenting thing.

And it reflected in your daughter. Duke swore that child was the happiest baby he ever met. She always smiled, and giggled, and it always made him feel instantly better, no matter what.

“A provider of happiness”, was how he described her. To him, it made sense that you and Jason “produced” such a cute and happy baby.

The love between you and your husband was clear. You always exchanged looks full of love, had small gestures towards each others...Anybody would told to you or about you even remotely badly, and Jason would loose his mind.

He was so deep in love with you, and it was obvious, even to Duke, who honestly never cared much about affair of the heart.

You two were made for each others. Your relationship was exactly what Duke would want one day. One of trust, support, love and laughter.

No wonder, your love gave birth to such a wonderful little lady.

Yes. Duke never knew Jason when he was in his “dark phase”, and he would always defend his older brother whenever someone would talk about his past feuds. Because simply, Duke never got to know that “other Jason”, and only met the real one.

And Duke knew that. He knew. And he wouldn’t let anyone speak ill of his beloved niece’s dad.

ALFRED

Alfred thought of himself as much too young, to be a great-grandfather.

And yet...

The old butler, whenever he held your daughter, had flashback of a young Bruce. Although they were not blood related, Alfred swore that the kid had the same smile Bruce used to have.

He swore he felt the same feelings of warmth and love when he held her. Alfred had been a precious help, in the first few months of her life, as he would wake up to take care of her whenever you or Jason were way too tired.

He enjoyed, sitting down in the rocking chair, and slowly rocking your baby girl back to sleep. He liked this peaceful moment.

There isn’t much to say about your daughter and Alfred’s relationship, except that you were pretty sure it was the very definition of unconditional love.

BIZARRO AND ARTEMIS AND ARSENAL

Nobody understands why you’re so chill with Bizarro holding your child. But that’s because nobody (or rather, not many), know him like you do.

Bizarro wasn’t the brute so many people pegged him for. On the contrary, he was a sensitive being, and delicate with those he loved. He reminded you a lot of Frankenstein’s monster (before said monster’s murderous spree, that is). A “failed clone” of the mighty Superman. A monster, that was the hero’s complete “opposite”...but he wasn't really, was he ?

Bizarro only wanted people to love him. And he could be such an attentive person. Lucky for him, your daughter had the purest form of love to give him. Those of a child who simply loves every person who is nice to her, and takes care of her.

You never hesitated even once, about letting Bizarro hold your daughter. He treated her as if she was made of a particular fragile type of glass. He’d sung to her, and smile like a kid himself whenever she was around.

They’d be great play buddy, and although he could be a little too overprotective...you were really glad your husband’s friends loved your kid.

Bizarro and Artemis had an important place in Jason’s heart, they helped him regain part of who he was, when he was at his worst...

Artemis was, by no means, a “delicate woman”.

But when it came to your daughter ? That she called “niece” ? Oh. Oh, she was someone else.

It’s as if your child triggered an entire other part of her personality. One full of softness, and love. It happened quite often, that she would feel bad for whatever reason, and stop by your house for a “baby break”.

She said holding your daughter soothed her. And you never thought you’d say that about Artemis, but you really found that absolutely cute.

Roy had a daughter himself, Lian. And both kids became best friends...Made sense, right ? They basically grew up together.

They’d have play dates all the time, and oh you always found it so adorable how both Roy and Jason were so damn smitten with their daughters. They could literally make them do whatever they wanted...Good thing both of them were nice kids, right ?

GREAT UNCLE CLARK

Clark had to admit, he never thought that out of all of Bruce’s kids, Jason would be the one to settle down and have a family.

It made him happy, though. He saw that child grow up. Saw how devastated Bruce was after his death. And how much his friend never gave up on his son, when he became Red Hood.

Clark had always had that “uncle” status with Bruce’s kids, even with Jason (he was taken aback a little when, the first time he met your daughter, Bizarro just came to shield her and simply said : “no”...it took some convincing for him to finally let Clark hold her). So it made sense he’d have a special place in your daughter’s heart, too.

The Kents and the Waynes always been close friends.

Lois, Jon, Conner, and particularly Clark, adored your child. And vice versa.

There was even a “friendly” competition between Clark and Bruce as to who she loved the most (there were no contest really, as she’d always choose her “grappa”...however, she inherited Jason’s mischievous streak, and loved a little too much to mess with her “grappa” and “great uncle Clark”).

YOU F’D UP

“Imagine kidnapping Bruce Wayne’s granddaughter, Jason Todd’s kid, Dick Grayson’s niece, Clark Kent’s goddaughter...how stupid do you gotta be ?” was not the reaction the kidnappers expected, when they asked for a ransom.

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When his daughter was born, Jason wanted to go back in the public eye. He wanted to be able to hang out publicly with his family, and for his dad to take care of her without having to explain where the hell that baby came from.

And so, Tim made up the “perfect plan”. A convoluted, and complicated story about how Jason had to fake his death for a long time because his life was endangered by gangs associated with his biological father. To you, that story made no sense, but apparently, the people of Gotham ate it up ! You had growing suspicions that everyone, by now, knew Bruce Wayne was Batman, but they just liked him and what he did for the city so much, that they just pretended to go along with whatever he would say...

Long story short, Jason could publicly show his face again.

Which meant your child, one of the heir of the Wayne fortune...Was also in the public eye. And it’s probably what made those idiot criminals think they could just kidnap her.

It was a miracle, really, that they even managed to touch just a hair off of her head. Ah, but of course, it was unrealistic to think everyone always had an eye on her every second of the day.

She was at preschool, when they snatched her. Jason received the call of the teacher, absolutely panicked that she’d lost the great Bruce Wayne’s granddaughter.

Soon after, you received a call, asking for an insane ransom (that could obviously be paid, but that wasn’t the question).

And you told them how stupid they were...Because you knew your husband, his father, his siblings, and even Superman himself were already on it. Clark had your daughter in his arms in no time, thanks to his super speed, before any of the thugs could react.

Your daughter cooed at him, and giggles, absolutely unaware of the danger she was just in. It melted everyone’s heart...and fueled their anger.

Let’s just say that those kidnappers spent the next six months recovering in the hospital, before getting transported to black gate, and that nobody, NOBODY ever dared again kidnap Bruce Wayne’s granddaughter.

BLISS

(Y/D/N), since the date of her birth, always had a special place in the family.

She was loved, so loved since day one. And surrounded by an army of people who would destroy entire worlds just to save her.

It didn’t mean they never scolded her, or that she could do whatever she wanted (well, except with Damian and Bruce). She was a well behaved kid anyway. And she had such a kind heart...just like her father.

Yes. In the end, you think everyone loved that child so much not only because she was amazing, but because she was the reason the “old Jason” finally came back.

The Jason from before his death.

The carefree, loving, intelligent, caring, smiling Jason who was so excited about becoming Robin, who was so excited about his future.

That Jason had been gone for a long time, replaced with a darker version, one that sometimes felt hopeless, and as if he’d never feel truly happy.

When he met you, he started his transformation back to being fully himself. But it’s only your daughter...

It’s only your daughter, his daughter, which unlocked that “real Jason”, and brought him back to his family.

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Ok. Lighthearted story, that I hope you liked. As usual, didn’t re-read myself (or otherwise I’d never post anything), but yeah. Boom. I realize I wrote big parts for Bruce and Dick (made sense in my head) and went fast for the others...Might rewrite dad!Jason in the future anyway so, I’ll be able to expand more in those stories :). I just didn’t want this to be TOO long, and I have ideas for other stories with this little Jason family, including how he met reader and all :).

Anyway, as per usual, comments/reblogs = greatly appreciated, and always motivating to write more. I often read a comment, and suddenly feel like posting because aaah it was just encouraging :). Hope you liked this story, and see you soon with a new one !!

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You idiot ! - Batfam x fem!reader

Synopsis : It is rare, for you to be genuinely mad at your family. Extremely rare. But when they put their life in danger to save yours, you cannot help but give them a good ol’ scolding.

Bonus story. I’m planning on writing and posting another one before I go on my honeymoon next Saturday, this is just something short I suddenly wanted to write. A few snippets of “that time your husband/kids put themselves in great danger to save you”, and I hope you’ll like it :

Please, do not repost my stories anywhere else, under any other form. Do not translate and then repost them either. Thank you.

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Bruce

“YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT !!” is not what Bruce expected to hear from you, after he just saved your life.

And yet here you were, punching at his chest, tears in your eyes, mad as hell.

“How dare ?! How dare you throw your life away like that ? Did you stop a minute to think about how I’d feel ? Do you think I want to watch you die for me ?? You idiot, you damn freaking IDIOT !!”

Each words were punctuated by a punch to his chest, expressing your frustration to its fullest.

You couldn’t help it. Your emotions entirely took control. There was no “trying to calm down”, because-because-if you had lost him...

How dare. How dare he ?!

“You don’t just jump in front of me like that, you idiot ! What if the bullet had touched you more badly ?? What if you had died ? There ? Right in front of me ?”

Bruce didn’t know what to say. He reacted before he could think. He saw you in danger, about to be shot by that thug, and jumped in front of you, shielding you with his body.

Fortunately, the thug missed, and only grazed Bruce’s shoulder. It didn’t take him long to take care of the criminal, and coming to check on you.

You were silent, at first. Clearly shocked. And he understood, you almost died. You were in grave danger. It would’ve shaken anyone.

Except...Except that wasn’t the reason you were mad at him. Oh no. The reason you were mad, was exactly because he saved you. Or rather, the way he saved you.

How selfish, to sacrifice his life to save yours. Because if he was gone...if he was gone...

You didn’t want to live in a World without him in it. Not anymore. And yes, you understood why he jumped in to save you, regardless of his safety. But it didn’t make you any less mad at him.

“What were you thinking, shielding me like that ?? What if I had felt you die in my arm ? What if I- What if I-that would’ve been horrible...”

To be honest, Bruce didn’t think of the aftermath of it all. He gladly jumped in front of you so you could survive, and didn’t think further than that.

But now that he had time to think, he realized : yes. How horrible it would be, to be the reason the love of your life died.

Bruce couldn’t even imagine it. He already felt so guilty about his parents’ death, even if he now knew he wasn’t to blame. So if he was the reason you would die ?

His arms closed themselves around your frame, holding you close to his chest, where his heart was beating (so you would know he was still here, with you). You resisted a bit, at first, still telling him how much of an “idiot” he was, but then you yielded and fell into his embrace.

Bruce hadn’t realized, in the moment, that his action of saving you could’ve devastated you.

“How could I ever heal, knowing I’m the cause of your death ?” You whispered, exhausted now. Crying was tiring.

He held you, close, and didn’t let go up until you finally calmed down.

To him, your anger was justified. Because if the situation was reversed, he would’ve never forgiven you for leaving him all alone.

He knew for a fact, that he couldn’t stand back up after losing you. He would continue on living, yes, but as a shell of a human being. Carrying out his “justice” mission, soulless, mechanical, shut away from all feelings.

Without you, he would never be whole again. He knew that. And yet, he almost did that to you. Because he couldn’t bear to live without you, he almost died himself to save you ?

He understood your anger. He did. Because he knew the depth of his own love for you, he knew how precious your life was for him. He knew you were the love of his life. That’s why he was holding onto you so dearly now, why he apologized, as you weeped in his arms. Crying from relief, and from the very idea that he could be ripped away from you, just like that. Right in front of you.

Yes. Bruce knew why you reacted that way. Knew how you felt, and knew his own feelings were even grander. And that’s why-

That’s why he couldn’t promise that he would never do it again.

Dick

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING !!??”

Dick was stunned. This was the first time you ever yelled at him. Not even when he had his fit of anger, when he was almost mean to you because of his pain, or when he did some bad things, did you ever get mad at him.

He wasn’t used to it. He always took the fact that you were nice, gentle, and that you’d bear any of his bad mood, that he was truly and utterly stunned.

“How could you be so reckless ? Richard, how could you do this ?!”

You called him “Richard”. You never called him “Richard” before. It was yet another proof, that you were truly mad at him.

Dick Grayson, recently adopted into the Wayne family. Officialy yours and Bruce’s son. 9 years old. Not supposed to be on patrol yet. Still jumped head first into danger when he saw your life was at risk.

It was one of those boring galas he hated. Everything went by so quickly. Armed men entered, and you immediately were a prime target.

Things got out of hand too fast, and you were about to be shot when-

Dick swung from a low hanging chandelier, and kicked the man with the gun, almost getting shot himself in the process. After that, Bruce came to the rescue, later saying something like : “I took jujitsu in high school” to explain how fast he got rid of the bandits (interesting, how gothamites would just drink his every words without ever suspecting him to be Batman...What, elegant, delicate, warm, extroverted and handsome Bruce Wayne ? Being the Batman ? Inconceivable !).

Everyone praised your little one for his braveness. Everyone...but you.

Thankfully, people quickly shifted away, attracted to your husband like bees to a fresh flower. He did it on purpose, of course. Got their attention on him, like he was so skilled to do, so you could have your moment with your son.

He knew it was coming.

When he saw little Dickie jump in there, his heart stopped. He was near you fast, but not fast enough to stop his son. Bruce saw his life flash before his eyes, fearing he would see his little kid get badly hurt, or worst.

But the boy was not to be underestimated, and he did indeed take his training seriously. Still. He was really afraid. Now, he managed to release his fear by beating those guys who dared threaten his family. But you ? Oh boy, you-

“What were you thinking Dick ? Mmm ? You could’ve been seriously hurt ! Don’t ever do that again !”

You were holding him by the shoulders, to make sure he was looking at you in the eye. And you were mad, oh so mad. He wasn’t used to it.

“But I- I don’t want to- I can’t-I...I can’t lose another family.”

He managed to say, before...

Before bursting into tears.

And that stopped your rant right away.

You froze, his tears making you feel distressed. What were you doing ? Yelling at your son like that ?

It was wrong. Of course, your feelings poured out all at once after you got so scared for your baby’s life, but it was still wrong.

Dick was only 9 years old. He saw you were in danger, and he jumped in.

He already witnessed once his family dying in front of his eyes, without him being able to do anything...Of course, he wouldn’t let it happen twice.

He was crying heavy tears now, trying to tell you, to explain to you he couldn’t bear to lose another family. He couldn’t.

He uttered a few words, there and there, talking about how he didn’t want to, couldn’t, lose you, and it broke your heart.

How dare you, scream at such a small boy ?

You quickly took him into your arms, and he held onto you for dear life, burying his face into your shoulder. You picked him up, as Bruce shifted the crowd away from you two. You saw the worry in his eyes as he saw you walking away with Dick in your arms. Was the boy hurt ?

Only you, could’ve discern his worry. With your own eyes, you reassured him. Your son was fine. But he needed his parents.

He needed to know neither you, nor Bruce, were going anywhere.

You rushed outside, before anyone could notice your crying son, protecting him in your arms (oh, the memories of how tiny Dicky used to be, he had a sudden growth spurt only around 16 !). Bruce quickly followed, and Alfred, as usual, was ready to leave before Bruce even shut his door.

You went home, and didn’t leave Dick’s side up until he finally fell asleep. And even then, you stayed near him, holding his hand, so he could feel you were still here. Not letting go. Never letting him go.

So he would know. So he would know that he didn’t have to put his life in danger so he wouldn’t lose you. So he would know, that no matter what, you would always be there.

Jason

“Don’t make me live through that ever again, Jason. Don’t you dare ! What do you think I’ll feel, knowing I am the cause of your death ? Knowing that if I hadn’t been there, you would’ve survived ?? How can I ever heal from not only losing you, but knowing it’s because of me ??”

Jason didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to react.

“Mom, it wasn't because of-”

“Don’t do that ever again !”

He couldn’t find the right words. He just couldn’t.

When he died, after the Joker killed him, he came back to life feeling so angry. Angry that nobody seemed to care enough to kill that fucking clown ! Angry that his parents didn’t do it for him !!

Angry. So angry.

And now, after he started to forgive you and Bruce, he realized...

He realized that, of course, you cared.

You cared so much in fact, that both you and his father felt guilty. Felt like you had killed your son.

And that’s why right now, as he jumped in front of you to save you from imminent danger, you were such a mess.

Tears ran down your face, and you were angry. So angry.

Angry because, how dare he throw his life away ? After all he went through ?

“You deserve peace, and happiness. You deserve to have a long life, full of joy. So don’t- Don’t do that ever again !”

Jason felt his throat clench. The love in your words, how much you cared for him, your wish for him to simply be happy...It was gut wrenching.

He wasn’t angry anymore. He came to understand his father’s vision, and to know why you didn’t kill the Joker either. He came to see things your way. He came to realize that-

That both you and Bruce loved him so much, that it almost shattered your lives, when he died.

That you almost crumbled, unable to ever stand back on your feet again.

That the pain was so grand, you barely made it.

You both loved him.

You loved him so much, it hurt sometimes. And through your words, Jason felt that. That love he thought you didn’t have for him.

It was there. It had always been there.

He wasn’t angry anymore. Because know, he knew. He knew.

“What is the point of living, if my baby dies before me ?” You asked, your voice cracking on the last words.

Jason felt his heart breaking for you, and made a promise to himself. Never. Never again will he be the reason you felt that way. Never again will he make you cry. Never.

He sat next to you, and gave you a hug. You returned it, of course. And he allowed you to cry (out of relief, mainly), staying with you until you calmed down.

He would feel broken, if you ever died. He knew he would.

And the thought that you would feel the same way, was both sad, yet comforting.

He was loved. He was so loved.

Tim

Tim had the “savior’s complex”, for sure.

The first time he was unable to solve a case fast enough, and an innocent person ended up dying, he blamed himself for weeks. Months. Hell, you were pretty sure he remember that first case, and often used it as a driving force to do better.

Tim always pushed himself to his limits, just so he could save people. Ever since he was a child, he had been like that. That’s why he sought Bruce in the first place, he so dearly wanted to help !

Yes. Tim had always been the one who needed to save others.

And so, when he saw you, his mom, in danger, he didn’t think twice.

He jumped into action, and save you, to the detriment of his own safety. That’s what he was supposed to do, right ? Especially when it was his mom !

His bruises and cuts didn’t bother him, all he cared about was that you were ok. Safe and sound. And when you said : “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING ?!”, as you started to get mad at him, he only said :

“I saved you. That’s what I do. That’s what-”

You cut him off, saying :

"YOU ARE A CHILD, TIM !! There is no reason in this world that justifies your sacrifice to save me !!”

Silence.

A short one.

He’s never seen you so angry.

Tim looks at you, and slowly, he face falls. His lips turns down. Tears are gathering in his eyes.

For once, he cannot control his emotions. He cannot do that thing he always does during tough moments, when he detaches himself from his feelings (like father, like son ?).

He cannot.

“I’m sorry mom. I just-I didn’t-”

He doesn’t have to finish his sentence. You know.

You know.

Because you felt the same. One person is missing, and the whole world is empty.

He didn’t want to lose you, is what he wanted to say. But he couldn’t, overwhelmed by his feelings. Those feelings he so carefully tried to keep in control at all times. All pouring out at once.

He had been so scared, so scared ! What if he couldn’t make it in time ? What if you died right in front of his eyes ?

For once, he acted without thinking. He jumped in there, with only one plan : saving you. And that’s what he did, and not even getting too hurt in the process. Phew.

But you were mad. You were mad at him, because you were scared to.

What if you had seen him die right in front of you ? Your own son ? Your baby ?

And Tim let it all go. All his emotions.

You were next to him in an instant, taking him into your arms, drawing soothing circles on his back.

Tim felt so vulnerable, and for once, he didn’t mind. On the contrary. Because he felt so relieved.

You were ok. You were ok.

That’s all that mattered, or so he thought...It only mattered because him too, was ok. One day, he would come to understand that.

But for now, all he needed, was to let his emotions run free, and for his mom to be there, and reassure him that, yes. You were still here.

And you always would be, even when he was acting like a reckless idiot.

Cassandra

She didn’t back down. She didn’t apologize. In fact, she stood there, facing you, proud as a hawk. And then she frowned.

She was the only one that never backed down in such a situation. On the contrary, she said, looking at you right in the eye :

“If I had to do it again, I would !”

Such strength, in those words.

She was telling you that you had no right to be angry, because given the chance, you would’ve done the same (which was true). Could you really blame her for not thinking of herself, when you were in danger ??

You were her mom.

She only had one mom.

She couldn’t bear to lose her.

No. Absolutely not.

“If I had to do it again, I would !”

She would do it for her dad, for her brothers, for her friends...

Too long, was Cass used for evil. By those who called themselves “parents”, whose only goal were to fabricate the perfect human weapon.

She was used to hurt so many, and never really had a choice in the matter...

So if now, she chose to sacrifice herself so that only one of her loved one could survive...She would.

It was her choice. HERS. And nothing you could tell her would change her mind. You knew that. You knew and, it was as if your anger instantly disappeared.

Usually, it would disappear after a few admonitions, after you yelled at them enough. But this time, she didn’t even let you start. Didn’t even let you question her actions.

She would not let you die, period. If it meant for her life to end, then so be it.

“If I had to do it again, I would !”

It was her choice. Hers.

Her mom’s life was worth any sacrifice. Including the ultimate one, her own life.

“Mom.”

Mom...You skipped right above the “anger” part of the aftermath of them putting themselves in danger for you, and went to the “my babies” part, during which you would hold onto them, glad they were still alive.

Cass gave your hug back, fiercely, decisively.

“If I had to do it again, I would !”

Never again, would she hurt someone else. Never again, would she stand by doing nothing.

She had found a family, she would never let any of you go.

And she’d rather die, before putting herself in safety first in a situation during which she could save you.

Damian

Damian woke up, and he was at Wayne Manor, in one of the rooms specifically made for medical attentions that they set up. Leslie Thompkins would come take care of you guys, in those rooms with all the materials you could find in a proper hospital.

Having your own at home hospital made it easier to hide certain wounds your family would get because of their “vigilante’s activities”. It came in handy, for sure.

Like today, as Damian needed urgent care after he rushed to save you, and took the brunt of the blow for you.

Damian woke up. First, one eye, finding it difficult to adjust to the bright white lights. And then, the second eye, finally focusing on his surroundings.

And here you were, sat in an armchair next to his bed, your arms in a cast.

At first, your youngest son panicked. No ! You were hurt !

But quickly, he realized you had no other wound but your broken arm, and he relaxed a bit, slowly realizing that...his entire body hurt.

Ah. Yes. He’s the one who jumped in front of you, and got most of the impact. Without thinking, just seeing his mom in danger, he took the matter in hands and...The rest was foggy.

He couldn’t really remember much, except you gathering his body against you, and screaming that you needed help.

Everything went to black, and he woke up in that “hospital” bed. And you were safe. That was all he needed to know.

“Boy, you’re in trouble. Also, I’m glad you’re safe.”

Damian turned his head to the side and, ah, his father was here too. He was smiling at him, and added :

“You’re lucky you’re mom was exhausted, and is fast asleep. Or that would’ve been a wake up call you’d remember.”

His mind still a little hazy, Damian didn’t understand right away.

“Are you okay ?” Bruce asked, and his son nodded, before saying :

“What do you mean, wake up call ?”

Your husband was so relieved that your son was ok, he sighed, fell back in his chair, and smiled, before saying :

“Well, I’m 100% sure she’s going to wake up and get very mad at you for putting your life in danger.”

“But I-I saved her life ?”

“And you almost lost yours.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Try to think of the same situation, but reversed. How would you feel ?”

Damian’s mind was clearing itself a bit, after a good night’s sleep and care. What if the situation was reverse ?

“I would be mad.” he answered, and ah. Ah yes. Of course. So his mom had every right to get mad at him for being so reckless, right ?

“But, dad...”

It was rare, for Damian to call him “dad”. He would do it only during certain times, usually when he was particularly tired, needed reassurance, or something like that.

“I couldn’t- I don’t think I’d want to- I wouldn’t want to live in a World in which she’s not in anymore.”

Simple words. Born from that deep feeling that Damian truly understood only recently...

Love.

He loved his mom. He didn’t want her to die. And so he didn’t think, and saved her, even if it meant putting his own life in danger.

“Is it wrong ?”

He asked, and the innocence of his words touched Bruce’s heart, moved him, even. Was it wrong, to love someone so much you would be willing to die for them, even if it meant they’d have to continue on living alone ?

Bruce smiled. Of a most tender smile, only his family ever saw on his face. He smiled, and said :

“No son. No, it’s not wrong at all.”

For some reason, Damian felt lighter. Felt good. Nice and warm. Felt like-

You stirred in your armchair, and one of your eyes opened. In an instant, you sat up and-

“Oh dear...”

Bruce said (in a very Alfred way, might I add...force of habits), and he stood up, ruffled affectionately his son’s hair, before living whispering : “You’re on your own for that one. Rite of passage, some would call it.”

Damian watched as his father left, and didn’t have time to react as the storm of your wrath suddenly fell on him.

But he knew. Your son knew, that you weren’t actually angry. That you had been so afraid for him. That you couldn’t bear to be the cause of his demise. That-

That you loved him, as simple as that. And so he took the onslaught of your sermon, “like a champ”.

Because the only reason you reacted that way, was because indeed...

You loved him. You loved him so much.

Duke

"You absolute idiot !!” You yell, as you rush towards the newest addition to your little family. Towards the boy you now viewed as your son.

“I knew I would survive. I have powers, you know, that allow me to see a little in the future.” This was partly true, partly a lie. Yes, he had such powers, but it only showed him possibilities of events. No certainty. A slight change of a millimeter to the left, or a breath taken a millisecond too late, and it could alter his visions.

The truth was, Duke didn’t think. He saw you in danger, he pushed you out of the way and took your place. As simple as that.

Duke couldn’t bear to see another member of his family get hurt while he couldn’t do anything, like it happened with his parents and the Joker.

He swore to himself he would never be powerless anymore. Maybe that’s how his meta human powers started to appear ? Him finally making that decision to never let anyone get hurt in front of him again ? Maybe. Who knows.

What was known though, is that he wasn’t going to stay put as he saw danger fly right to you. He knew that, if that piece of concrete fell on you, you would’ve died. He knew.

And with his costume, there was a chance he could take it. Sure, most his bones would be shattered. But he would survive. After all, Bruce and Lucious Fox spend a lot of time working on those suits, to make them almost indestructible (regardless of the state of the person in it).

“THAT IS NO REASON ! I forbid you, you hear ? I forbid you from doing something like that ever again !”

They told him that this day would come. That you’d get mad at him for putting his life “needlessly” in danger. He knew, because they told him, that he shouldn’t take it too personally.

That you would get mad, because you were so afraid for him that your brain couldn’t see reason anymore. You were so afraid, and at the same time relieved he was still alive, that processing your emotion was too hard and you just exploded.

Yes. Duke, thanks to the experience of the rest of his family, knew what was coming. And so he let it happen. He took your anger. Your worries. Everything.

He only winced once you calmed down, and hugged him a little too tight, as Bruce and a medical team were coming to take care of his broken bones...

That (those) time(s) you did it.

"MOM !!”

You weren’t sure who yelled it, your mind hazy with pain. You knew it was one of your baby, though.

Aah. “Baby”. You only thought of them as “your babies” when you felt extra sentimental. When you suddenly just wanted to squish them in your arms, words being unable to express how much you loved them.

And the gods only knew how much you did love them.

Enough to throw your life away for them. Enough to jump in the middle of danger, if only to save their lives.

How ironic, really. How many times did you yell at them because they did that exact same thing ? Too many times to count, now.

You would get so mad, when they put themselves in arms’ way just to save you. And what did you do now ? The exact same thing.

You knew that it was quite a selfish act. That it was a way to not be the one who remained. Because everyone knew...everyone knew those “left behind”, left alive, were the ones to feel sorry for the most.

Once you were gone, you were gone. Either you went to an afterlife, either it was just the end, or maybe you could reincarnate...But there would be no pain, anymore.

The same couldn’t be said about those you would leave behind.

The pain of losing a member of your family, one of your loved one...it was unbearable. It almost drove you mad a few times. When Jason and Damian died. When you thought Tim, Dick or even Bruce died. When-

Yes. You knew the pain. And yet, you would inflict it one someone you loved, just to save them. Knowing they were safe was enough. It was...Enough ?

No. The truth was, you didn’t want to feel the pain. Or your body just moved on its own when you saw the person you loved in danger.

You knew, it wasn’t something you could fully control. You knew.

Yet, you always got mad at them when they did it. And you still did it yourself.

“My love !”

Ah. Bruce now. Joining your kids.

You were just a little shook up, but you were fine. Maybe you had a few broken ribs, and a concussion as you got knocked down, but you would definitely survive.

Years of being a “vigilante”, and they knew that you were going to be ok.

And oh boy, that meant...

That meant that you were in trouble.

One by one, they threw your own words back at you. “How dare you ??” “How do you think I could live with the fact I’m the reason you died ??”, “Selfish !”, “Don’t you dare do that again !”, “YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT !!”

It was ironic, really. And a little funny...

“Ah, now you know. You know how it feels.”

Yes. Yes, now they knew. Would that stop them to, if given the chance, jump in and save you, completely disregarding their own safety ? Probably not.

None of you wanted to live in a world where a part of your heart would be missing. So yes, given the chance, you would all take that “selfish” decision to die for those you loved.

Because sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated. You were a bunch of humans, but not that strong.

Bonus : Clark

To Clark, the Waynes were special.

Family.

You and Bruce were his best friends. The kids were like his little nephews and niece. Alfred, was like a surrogate uncle to him, almost another father figure, at times. Even Ace, the family dog, was important, as he was one of Krypto’s (aka “his baby”) very first friend (besides himself).

So when he saw you right in the middle of danger, he acted. And that’s how it happened.

Kryptonite. Tearing his side. Badly.

He would survive. After all, they didn’t call him “Superman” for nothing. But it had been close nonetheless.

He settled you down, glad he was able to save you. Glad he brought you back to Bruce, safe and sound. He doesn’t think he could ever face his friend again, if he had arrived too late, and had to bring your dead body to him. He doesn’t think he could bear the weight of being the one who would finally crush the Batman.

And then he fell on his knees, because that wound hurt like hell ! And to be honest, he wasn't much used to pain.

He looked up, expecting to see relief and thankfulness on your face, only to be met with...Your glare. You were fuming.

“YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT !!” You screamed, and Clark was very confused. Up until he met Bruce eyes, and the Batman himself looked like he was sorry for his friend. His eyes were telling him : “Good luck.”

Yes. Clark was confused, as Bruce and his children slowly moved away (once they made sure you were ok), and you started to sermon him on the incredible value of his life.

Somehow, it felt both heartwarming and terrifying at the same time.

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Boom, just a little something I suddenly wanted to write :D Didn’t re-read myself as usual (or I would never post anything). I was just thinking of the cliche of someone sacrificing themselves for their loved ones, and how angry I would actually be if anyone did that because like...what do you do, knowing the person you love died for you ? How can you heal from not only losing them, but knowing you’re the cause, ya know ? And here we are haha.

As usual, comments and reblogs are very welcomed, and I hope you liked this story :).

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Buttslap ?/Batslap ! - Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

Synopsis : You’ve had the “bad” habit of slapping your husband’s butt every chance you get since almost as long as you two started dating. And sometimes, it gets you in trouble...

Not me, writing a fic the day before my wedding...Haha, I had time to relax before the big day, and I thought : “what could be better to truly chill, than to write a silly little fanfic ?” This started from an ask, and now we’re here. This is just a story for fun and not to be taken too seriously, one of those stories that exist purely because I told myself : “I mean, why not ?”. I hope you’ll like it nonetheless ! :

Please, do not repost my stories anywhere else, under any other form. Do not translate and then repost them either. Thank you.

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Habitus

““Man is largely a creature of habits”, said the famous philosopher G. Stanley Hall and...ain’t that the truth ?

It’s nice and stress free, to have habits. To do things a certain way, and to not change that way (as long as it’s effective). To automatically repeat certain actions.

It’s comforting, even soothing, to know that at least, there’s some constant in your life. It’s a feeling of safety, almost.

It’s one of those things you know you can always rely on, you know ?

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I will always, ALWAYS, slap my husband’s ass whenever I get the chance.”

There’s a silence in the room, as you end your little speech. Most people are just too stunned to react. What, did THE (Y/N) Wayne just say all that for real ? Or was it a collective hallucination ?

Did you really just climb up the stage at this insanely crowded charity gala, and proudly told everyone that...you enjoyed slapping the famed Bruce Wayne’s butt ?

Well. Yes. Yes, you very much did. Oh dear...

And the worst thing was ? You weren’t even aware of it.

The past week had been quite busy, and stressful, and you did not want to come to this gala, but your position made it so you were kind of obligated to...and therefor, to ease your anxiety about it all, you might’ve drunk a little bit too much champagne (you didn’t need much anyway).

Oopsie.

Now here you were, talking about slapping your husband’s ass, and it being an action that comforted you greatly. How embarrassing. Fortunately, most people were just shocked that you dared to say all that, and would probably think they imagined it all.

Plus, Bruce, being used to your antics, just casually walked on the stage, and just took your hand and dragged you with him before you could continue to speak about how you worshipped your husband’s butt.

Of course, as he took you away, you managed to give his ass a good slap, before turning to everyone else and saying with a big smile : “Soooo satisfyinnnnnnng !!”.

Needless to say, you were mortified the next day, as your husband told you all about it, amused. You did remember doing that, and that it sounded like a GREAT idea on the moment and- oh my God, you hated those galas !

You were expecting the story to be on the headline of all tabloids, but fortunately for you, that day, Penguin’s trial was starting and the “downfall of the Cobblepot” was still more important than “(Y/N) Wayne says husband’s butt is great”...Pheww, crisis averted.

This time.

The first time it happened

Slap !!

Bruce stops in his tracks, and slowly turns around towards you.

“Did you just...Did you just slap my ass ?”

He asks, almost in disbelief, his cheeks slightly tinted of a rosy color that you find just too adorable (although, you’d never tell him that).

“Um, yes ?”

You answer shyly, afraid you went a little too fast. Afraid you offended him. Afraid you were totally out of bound. I mean. You did slap his butt without asking if you could, he didn’t consent, and that was bad...The more you thought of it, the more you were livid. What did you do ? How dare you ? You really just slapped THE Bruce Wayne’s ass, the fearless Batman’s butt cheeks ??? And without asking if you could first, at that ??? Outrageous.

“Im-I’m sorry ! I didn’t mean to- I mean, I did mean to, but I should’n’t have ! I’m sorry ut’s just-”

It’s just you couldn’t help it. What. The man was climbing the stairs in front of you, showing his perfectly shaped butt to you, what else were you supposed to do ?? It was pure instinct.

Here he was, all muscles and shapes in his black dress pants, and suddenly, your hand found itself slapping his backside as if it had a mind of its own !

You were feeling so awkward now, this was what, your third date ? How would you have reacted, if a man did this to you ?

Oh dear. Oh dear. Were you one of those disgusting predator ?? Slapping people’s butt just like that ?

Oh. But not just people. Bruce Wayne’s butt. Only his, had such a power of attraction on your hand. Which didn’t make you feel any better about your action.

You were a little disgusted with yourself, the more you thought about it. And you-

“No don’t apologize ! Please. I-um...I liked it.”

Short silence.

You look at him. He looks at you.

You raise an eyebrow, a smirk slowly rising on your face.

He looks away, embarrassed.

“You did now, didn’t you ?”

“Yes. You can- do it again, if you want.”

“Can I ?”

“Yes.”

Ah. Here was the last barrier to it all : his permission.

He was giving you permission to slap that beautiful, perfect ass. Who were you, to resist him ?

And that’s, when this all thing started.

“A disgusting habit !!”

The kids hate it, of course.

As if the fact their parents weren’t into PDA way too much for their taste, what, their mom just HAD to slap their dad’s ass whenever she could ??

Did you have no self-control ?!

DICK

Dick was eight years old, when he saw you do that for the first time. It was still a time during which you tried to keep your affection for your husband as tamed as possible, especially in front of your boy (as the years went by, you just found it too funny, the way they reacted to the slightest touch of affection between you and Bruce, and you couldn’t help but mess with them).

You slapped his butt, and he turned around smiling and then kissed you

And Dickie, oh, bless that young and innocent little bird...He thought the butt slap was just a way of showing someone you loved them !

Oh, oh the awkward moment when you had to explain to him that no, this was not what it meant, and that he couldn��t just go around slapping everyone’s butt (that kid loved too many people).

That it was only when you “loved-loved” someone, that you could do that.

The boy was horrified, of course. And even to this day, he remembers it. He often said that it was one of his childhood’s greatest trauma (and in a way, that joke helped him relativized his actual trauma).

After that, whenever he would see you slap Bruce’s but, he’d yell : “Go love-love each other somewhere else !”, and you found it so adorable, despite your son being genuinely mad.

Even now, as an adult, he’d still exclaim things like : “Oh please for the love of goooood, get a rooooom !!”, and other : “CONTROL YOURSELF, PARENTS !”

It never ceased to amuse you. Which was definitely not why you kept doing that in front of him, right ? *evil laugh*.

JASON

Jason thought it was funny. Ever since he was a child.

In his mind, you slapping Bruce’s butt was a mark of affection. Was one of your love language. He’d always been more sensitive than others, as to what made each person’s way of loving others special.

It always made him happy, when he saw the both of you giggle together because of it. Jason never needed much, in life. Just people to love, and who loved him back. Just family.

Of course, just like his brothers and sister, he’d get annoyed by your “horny teenager” behavior sometimes. But the butt slapping ? It was never that. It was always clearly just a fun joke between you and Bruce.

Ah, Jason couldn’t help it. If you or his dad smiled ? It was enough for him. He couldn’t be mad, when those he loved were happy. It made him happy, in return.

When he got resurrected, and he felt abandoned by all of you, it was more painful than every thing else. He would’ve rather been tortured by the Joker for a thousand years, than feel this emotion again. All alone, unloved, forgotten...(or at least, so he thought).

When he started to forgive you guys, and he first saw you slap Bruce’s butt after years and years of not seeing something like this...

It made him smile. Unintentionally. Subconsciously.

A big smile. And it warmed his heart. Because-

Because those two still loved each other as if it was their first day together.

Because his parents were happy.

And, because the reason he was so angry at them, was because he loved them so much, that it hurt too strongly to think they abandoned him...

But small moments like this. His mom slapping his dad’s butt when she thought he wasn’t looking. Bruce unable to fight the smile growing on his lips. The look you both exchanged...

Love.

And it just made him happy. As simple as that.

TIM

Tim had decided since a long time that he would just pretend like his parents do not exist when they start to get all lovey dovey.

As a result, you can slap Bruce’s ass right in front of him, or even kiss him, and Tim will just close his eyes, and pretend he’s somewhere else.

The first time he brought Bernard home, Bruce, him and said Bernard were in the kitchen drinking some milkshake when you came in the room.

Tim instantly just turned his head towards his boyfriend, knowing what was going to happen. And sure enough...it did happen.

You said : “hey guys”, to which they all answered “hey” (my love - Bruce / Mom - Tim/ Mrs Wayne - Bernard). You casually walked across the room, gave your husband’s ass a big ol’ slap (he acted as if it never happened), got yourself a smoothie, and then exited the room saying “bye guys”, of course not forgetting to slap his butt once more as you walked passed Bruce, and give him a mandatory kiss on the cheek.

Tim said : “Bye mom”, still not looking in your direction. Bruce said : “bye my love”. And Bernard just stared, obviously stunned by what just happened.

Later on, Tim would just tell him : “Ignore them, trust me, it’s just easier.”, and honestly, Bernard couldn’t help but love that weird family. Never a boring day, with them.

DAMIAN

He will NEVER let his father walk in front of you. You go up flight of stairs ? Either he’ll make sure you get in the front, either he’ll get in the middle of them.

His strategy was to simply not give you a chance to slap Bruce’s ass.

After all, if you always did it “whenever you got a chance”, if he rendered nulle those chances...he could avoid seeing it, right ?

He always managed to get himself between you and his father, to take your hand at the right time, and hug you, so that you’d stop the “slapping motion”.

Bonus ? The fact that he could make his dad almost jealous because that meant that he always managed to redirect your attention on him. The attention that was supposed to be for Bruce, he’d get it with his hugs.

It was sneaky, really. And it always worked.

CASS

Cass was the most radical of them all. Unlike Damian, who would stop you in some clever way, she’d simply stop you unscrupulously. If she saw you approached her father when she was around, she’d just say :

“No.”

And stop you by grabbing (lightly) your wrist. Which always stunned you enough, that you just forgot about the butt slap.

At one point, your only daughter took it upon herself to “train you” to stop doing that when she was around...and literally used a water spray to deter you from slapping your husband’s butt.

Whenever she saw you coming from behind Bruce’s back, she’d spray your face with water, and say “no.”

It worked...for a short while. You didn’t want to embarrass or annoy your kids too much, so if it bothered her that much, you’d just stop.

You’d just stop ?

Oh, but that was underestimating your “manipulation skills”. “No”, ugh ? Well, we’d see about that. After all, you don’t teach new tricks to an old dog.

You over-exaggerated everything. Sighed whenever you saw your husband, staring at his butt, but not doing anything. It came to a point that Cass started to feel guilty, and eventually stopped reacting to you slapping your husband’s butt (well, she’d use the “Tim technique” of looking away, even though she still thought you two were disgusting).

Your plan worked. No more spraying of water, no more “no”, or Cass stopping your wrist...Aaaah, it was almost too easy.

Once, Dick said : “Ah, she got you too, didn’t she ?”, and Cass didn’t quite grasp his words before a long time. When she finally got it, an evening, while laying in bed, she sat up suddenly and exclaimed :

“WHAT THE FUCK !!”

DUKE

Duke..never expect THE Batman to act this way. And even less elegant (Y/N) Wayne that he saw so many time in the papers.

And yet, every chance you got, you’d give your husband’s ass a big slap, and leave definitely pleased with yourself.

How weird.

But to be honest, this wasn’t the weirdest thing Duke found out about that family. And in the end, Batman getting his ass slapped by his wife on a regular basis, was it really that weird ?

Yes. No. Yes. It definitely was.

The incident (you know, worst than that time you publicly admitted you loved slapping your husband’s ass)

“We warned you countless time, mother. It was bound to happen, really. You can only blame yourself.”

It was rare, that Dick would call you “mother”. To be fair, none of them ever did...except when they were sort of disappointed in you. Kind of in the same way you’d call them by their full name when you were mad at them, you know ?

The fact that your eldest just called you “mother” added insult to injury. It wasn’t like your son, to rub salt into the wound. But oh well...You did kind of deserve it.

You definitely had it coming.

But seriously, how could you know ? Those people were sneaky. It was part of their job !

You sighed, looking at the headline of most papers from Gotham, horrified :

“Is (Y/N) Wayne cheating on Bruce Wayne with...BATMAN ????”

“Gosh dang it”, to use an expression often used by a certain man from Smallville.

So what, you can’t even slap your husband’s butt in public now ?? Well..You made a mental note of not doing it in public, anymore. Not when he was wearing the Batman costume, that is.

What happened was : it was 6 am. One of those December mornings during which it was still very dark outside. You were going to an important early meeting, and your family was coming back from a night out patrolling. You thought you’d kiss them goodnight on your way.

How were you supposed to know that a paparazzo was following you that day ? It was so early, what kind of psycho would do that ? Oh..but this was Gotham, of course.

The picture that bastard snatch didn’t leave any doubt : it was clearly you, grabbing with your full hand a piece of Batman’s ass.

Gosh dang it.

How were you going to get out of that one ?

It’s Tim, who suggested you pretend the picture was manipulated. He almost didn’t say anything, because well, yeah, this would serve you right...But also, he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone thinking something ill of his mom.

Bruce took care of the rest.

Using the latest tech available, he actually manipulated the picture to make it look like you were giving something to Batman. And he managed to convince everyone else that the picture of you grabbing his ass was faked.

What would Lucious think, if he knew his hard work was used for that, uh ?

Everyone knew you loved when paparazzi took picture of you grabbing your husband’s ass, because you thought it was funny. So it was easy to pretend as if the paparazzo managed to fake the picture using those.

And then, everyone also knew that Bruce Wayne had a close “work” relationship with Batman, so the fact his wife would give Batman files wasn’t too crazy.

Of course, the fact Gothamites seemed to vow a blind faith into your husband, made the rest easy.

Everyone bought it. Oh, and that paparazzo ? Bruce made sure he wouldn’t be a problem (by giving him many pictures to sell, not by threatening him...at least, not officially).

And that’s how you avoided a HUGE scandal.

But did that incident deter you from slapping your husband’s ass every chance you got ? Absolutely not.

The broken hand

“For the last time Damian, this wasn’t my fault !”

“Oh yeah ? Well you should’n’ve contracted your muscles so much !”

“I-I can’t help it !!”

But nothing Bruce could say would stop his son to glare at him.

“Who need muscles in their ass anyway ????” He’d say, angry that-

That his mom got hurt.

You found it so funny. This situation was hilarious. Like, come on. You had a cast on your hand right now, because you slapped your husband’s ass a little too hard (and that man was made of pure muscles).

Neither Damian nor Bruce thought it was, of course, which made it even funnier.

Damian couldn’t bear any harmed be done to you, and though he knew it was an accident, he couldn’t help be a little mad at his dad.

“Batman works out everything.”

Is what you heard your husband say, once, to Clark (surely, they were fighting about who had more muscles once again...pretty common...Ugh, men).

But it was true, your husband worked out every single muscles in his body. He never skipped “leg day”, and definitely didn’t skip “butt and glute” day.

His ass was hard.

And you broke your hand slapping it.

Come on, it was so fu*king funny !!

Bruce, of course, hated when you were hurt. He always felt ill himself, when you’d get any kind of injuries. But that time ? He couldn’t feel (too) sorry, because oh my god you laughed way too much at your own mistake !

He could’ve gone without your son’s reaction, though...

Bruce had to hear about it for days. Jason and Dick also thought it was so funny (mainly the fact their little brother would keep bringing it up). But none thought it was funnier than you did.

So. Yes. A broken hand. Ah, but did that deter you from slapping your husband’s ass every chance you got ? Absolutely not.

The instagram page

It was a secret.

A secret all of your children knew, of course.

But they pretended they never heard of it, and had the account blocked on their personal insta feed.

Yes. It was a “secret”.

What, you might ask ?

An instagram page, with pictures of your husband’s perfect butt.

An instagram page...ran by you, of course.

Because : “sharing is caring, it’s not fair if I’m the only one who can admire it.”

So, no. You were not about to share him with anyone really. You wouldn’t be the only one admiring it, but you’d stay the sole “batbutt toucher” on this planet (other planets included, actually).

But you loved to brag about him. Plus, you thought it was HILARIOUS to open such an instagram page.

Of course, you were the only who found it funny. But oh well, it was worth it. And those accounts racked quite a bit of followers.

Somewhere on the web, there was also a “BruceWayneThighs” page, and a “BruceWayneJawline” one...Mmm, wondered who made those, eh ?

More effective than Kryptonite

Everyone remembers the absolute SHOCK on his face when Clark first saw you slap Bruce’s butt.

It was at the League’s headquarters, of course. Not long after they discovered that Bruce had kids, AND a wife !!

They were having an important meeting on a world class threat, when you arrived. You had come to bring Batman some lunch (that in itself was quite shocking). And as you were about to leave, you just casually gave him a slap on the butt, and said : “see you tonight hot stuff”, and WHAAAAT ?!

It rendered Clark speechless for a good minute or two. As if he had been hit by a fist made out of green kryptonite. By multiple fists, even.

“Did she just- did she- did- dshe-idshe-ddd-ugh ?”

“Once again, you shine by your uncanny intelligence.” Bruce sarcastically said, annoyed by this reaction. He disliked, when people commented on his relationship (some would say : maybe don’t make it so public ? But then, some learned that it was better to just not upset Batman too much).

Diana almost killed Clark, when she said : “I wouldn’t mind if she slapped my butt.”

Who were those people ?? The mighty Superman was about to have a brain fry, but then he noticed Bruce. Was he...pouting ?

And was it because of Diana’s comment ?

The woman was smirking mischievously, clearly pleased with herself. And the pout on the Batman was growing.

That day, Clark decided to pretend as if nothing happened. On one side, because he couldn’t fathom the Batman getting his ass slapped by his wife, and on the other side, because him and said Batman had just become friends, and he didn’t want to make him pout further by commenting his personal life.

************

Clark never got used to it though.

Over the years, he saw you countless time slap your husband’s butt, but he could never quite register the fact that this was Batman.

Right there.

Batman.

Him.

🦇👨, himself.

Getting his butt slapped (and clearly enjoying it, although he’d never let that comment slip as he didn’t wanna risk Bruce glaring at him).

It was odd. At the same time, it made him more human.

And though Superman would never get used to the idea of you just casually slapping your husband’s ass whenever you got the chance, he never thought it was something that you shouldn’t do (as weird as it sounded).

************

To reassure Bruce, except for Diana who reenacted the “I wish that were me” meme, every single member of the JLA went : “👁👄👁” when they first saw you do it.

They all got used to it, unlike Clark, but still. It was quite a shock, the first time they witnessed it. It was the way you did it so naturally, and how Bruce didn’t even react, that got them...

Unbeknowst to neither you nor Bruce, they all started to call that habit of yours “the batslap” (and thought they were very clever for their play on words...Butt slap, batslap...Oh yes, there was a reason why Bruce, was considered the smartest)

“I will never stop, you cannot make me stop.”

Over the years, even after many “incidents” and “troubles” born from you slapping Bruce’s butt, it never even once came to your mind to stop doing it.

It became one of those habits that was actually comforting to you. As if you and Bruce could be a normal couple sometimes, with your own little silly “inside jokes”.

Hell, when he was sure no one was around, Bruce would literally put his ass out just for you to slap...because as odd and ridiculous as it could sound, it became one of those thing that made you, you.

The woman he fell in love with.

Whom, even during the worst moments, would be there to cheer him up (and vice versa).

The woman who never hesitated once to slap THE Batman’s butt. THE Bruce Wayne’s ass. How many people like that existed in this world, uh ?

Yes, doing that got you a lot of time in troubles. Got you in delicate situations, in awkward ones, and even, a few time, dangerous ones (you didn’t wanna talk about it).

But never, NEVER would you walk pass your husband without slapping his butt. Nothing could stop you from it. No one could, either. You’d always find a way.

As you said all those years ago, it was as if your hand and his butt were magnetically aligned.

Of course, you’d exaggerate greatly all that matter. You found it funny, really. Besides the fact that you just liked slapping his butt, that is.

And Bruce ? Oh, Bruce wouldn’t have it any other way.

His ass, was yours to slap.

The end.

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Told you, it was gonna be dumb haha. Still had fun writing it. I’m getting married tomorrow, and took advantage of a chill time today before the mayhem to sit down a few minutes and write...I hope you enjoyed this story :). As per usual, comments/reblogs are beyond appreciated <3. Thank you for reading !

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“Hey Mrs Wayne !” - Fem!Reader x Batfam x Young Justice x JLA

Synopsis : Your children invited their friends over a few times. You met every single kid in the team they call “Young Justice”...but you never ever met their parents/ guardians/mentors. It comes as quite a shock to all the Justice League members when they realize their kids know you well, while they didn’t even know you existed.

Just a short and silly story. A sort of AU in which the younger superheroes met Batman’s family before their older counterpart hehe. I hope you’ll like it :) :

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Bruce was a secretive man. And for a very long time, none of the Justice League members knew about his family. None of them knew he was actually married, and the “Robins” were his kids (although they had suspicions about the latter).

But there came a day when the “secret was out”.

The main reason Bruce told them who he really was, was as a show of trust. He wanted to prove he trusted them, and he wanted them to trust him.

It was vital, for the team to work properly. Once they discovered he had contingency plans for each and everyone of them, it was the only solution to gain back their trust.

Of course, Bruce would never admit openly that he considered many of them his friends, and that it was actually a great relief to finally tell them the truth (after all, he knew since a long time THEIR secret identity...he wasn’t the best detective in the world for nothing). But it was a necessary step.

Once they knew who he was, it was as if they were finally truly a team. They all trusted each others enough to divulge their real self.

Funny, when you think about it. Bruce’s paranoia and constant need for “plans” (you did convince him to go see a therapist about that), his great mistrust in others, ended up being what cemented everyone’s relationship.

Bruce’s distrust lead to everyone trusting one another with their lives. They revealed who they were, as civilians. And Batman did it first. He told them first.

“Bruce Wayne.” He said, removing his cowl. Revealing one’s real identity was dangerous, for people in their line of work...yet he trusted them. He showed them that his initial wariness had vanished.

Batman showed them who he really was. And in more than one way, as they all came to realize that, if he was THE Bruce Wayne...Then he had quite a big family !

What a shock !

And what a greater shock, when they realized their kids knew all about it long before they did. When they realized they knew you well, when they didn't even know you existed !

Superman

Clark was the first person from Bruce’s “work” who met you.

Of course, he was. Who else, but Batman’s BEST friend would meet his family first ? Who would the Dark Knight trust more amongst the JLA members, but the one who he first called “friend” ?

Who else but Clark, could meet you first ?

It’s not like anyone else had Bruce’s trust or anything. Not like he would let anyone else get close to his family. Come to his home. Meet his wife and kids, unmasked.

Right ?

...Right ?

...

RIGHT ?!

Wrong.

Clark was not the first person to ever meet Batman’s family. Hell. He wasn’t even the second person to do so...or the third...or the fourth...

When he first arrived at Wayne Manor, he had almost a sense of pride. Because he was so sure that he was the first person that Bruce ever allowed in his home. In his personal life (the first superfriend, at least).

Imagine his surprise, when Bruce introduced him to you, and you were playing video games with your children and...CONNER ?! What the-

Kon was a good friend of Dick, and one of Tim’s best friend.

And at first, Clark rejected him.

And it didn’t take more.

Of course, you’d welcome with open arms a lost “little” kid who didn’t know who he truly was, and who was shunned by someone who could help him out. Of course, Bruce would say “yes” when Dick asked if Conner could sleep over one night the boy felt particularly alone.

Taking care of lost ducklings was kind of your jam.

Conner was like a nephew, to you. He would often crash at Wayne Manor. Bruce knew he needed someone there in his life, and he knew that being as powerful as Superman meant he could be dangerous if he didn’t learn how to process his emotions.

Of course, OF COURSE Conner would be welcomed in your home. Not only was he one of your son’s closest friend, but he was also just a child. You’d never leave him all alone.

Everyone in the Young Justice league had someone to go see if they needed, except for Conner.

You became “his confident”, when Clark was still rejecting him. Nowadays of course, their relationship softened. Over the years, they developed a filial relationship, because let’s be honest, the first time Clark met Conner, there wasn’t really much even a chance of a relation. Ah, but the man of steel came around, of course. In part thanks to Bruce. In part because Kon was actually a good kid.

But before that, who was there to guide Conner ?

You and Bruce.

You especially, gave him the motherly care he obviously never knew. Martha and Lois would gladly accept this role later on, but at the beginning, you were there.

He wasn’t always home of course, and you never adopted him because you and Bruce both knew he belonged with the Kents. But it didn’t mean that Conner didn’t hung a LOT in your home.

And so when Clark first came, thinking he was the first to get in the intimacy of Batman’s house, and he saw him playing video game with Bruce’s wife (whom he didn’t even know existed)...it was a shock, to say the least.

Even more so when he realized Kon seemed very close to you.

He clearly knew you, called you by your first name and everything ! What ?! But Batman was HIS best friend, so he should know his wife first !

You and Clark became friends quickly, it was so easy, to become friend with him. He was most definitely the “golden retriever” type of the group, and easy to approach (unlike a certain husband).

And although Superman would never admit it, he had been particularly friendly to you (risking Bruce’s infamous bout of jealousy) and such, because he wanted to “catch on” on Conner’s “advance”. There was no way the boy could know his best friend’s family more than him. No way, nuh-hu. Clark didn’t make so many efforts for Batman to finally accept him, only to realize that someone else got to know him better !

Do you know how long it took the mighty Superman to finally break down Bruce’s defenses ? To finally reach him, and become friends ? How many times he got rejected, before he finally managed to come to Wayne Manor ?

And what, Conner had been here the entire time ? Oh, and the boy looked at him that day, as if to say : “Yeah. Hurts to feel left out, right ?!”, which fueled Clark’s need to be loved by everyone even more (and put a lot of things into perspective..;after all, it’s seeing Conner so well integrated in your family that made him realize he had to be there for the boy).

It wasn’t fair. Clark didn’t even know you existed ! Aaaaaah.

Yes. It was honestly quite upsetting. To this day, Clark was still a little vexed.

Kon always saw it as a great sort of “revenge” on the man who, at first, rejected him so adamantly. On the man who wanted nothing to do with him.

Over the years though, this little fact became a source of “competition” between the Kent boys. Later on, Clark’s youngest son, Jon, would be over at your house WAY too often. It’s funny, because you’d say yourself that Damian was spending too much time at the Kent’s house.

Your boys were best friends, of course. Ah, but it was a bit of a competition, between Clark and his kids, to know who knew the Waynes the best...

It never ceased to amuse you.

WONDER WOMAN

Diana often made a distinction, in her head, between the Batman she met at the beginning of the Justice League, and the Batman he slowly became.

When she first met him, when he first approached her about that JLA idea, it was clear the man had been alone for a long time. That he wasn’t used to work as a team. Or rather, that he was used to people listening to him. To people doing what he said. That he was used to work alone, and to not rely on anyone else. To not trust anyone else. To not let anyone else into his heart.

That Batman was cold, sad, distant, and honestly kind of an ass.

Over those first few years though, Diana noticed a difference. He became a little more open. A little easier to deal with.

Years later, Diana would learn that you met him a little while after the league was created. That you met him at his worst, and somehow still decided to stick with him, and even marry him. That when you appeared in his life, it been a very long time since he last truly trusted someone (someone who wasn’t Alfred).

Of course, it took him time to open up a bit more. But she did notice a difference. In her opinion, there was definitely two different Batman.

The one before you, and the one after you.

Let’s not be too optimistic, she still thought that Bruce could be an ass, and he was often arrogant and inconsiderate. But she still saw a slight switch in him. An improvement.

Haha. Of course the source of his improvement was a woman. As a proud amazon, Diana wasn’t surprised.

What surprised her, however, was that her little proteges, Donna and Cassie...knew all about you.

How come did they never tell her anything ?

“Mrs. Wayne asked us not to.”

Was their answer. And when Diana met you, she understood. Yes. Yes there was something about you. Something that made her believe that you were the one who helped Bruce get away from his dark path, and onto a brighter future. Something that made her trust, that you took good care of Donna and Cassie. Something that made her like you instantly.

What was it ?

She wasn’t sure. Maybe it was how you so easily got along with her proteges ? How they seemed to fully trust you ? Maybe it was something in your voice, that she found soothing. Maybe it was the fact that you managed to tame the bat ?

Diana would never quite know for sure. But she always suspected the fact that both Wonder Girls seemed to adore you played a part in how fast you two became friends.

She was the only one who was not bothered in the least to meet you after the kids did. On the contrary, it felt right, to meet you and befriend you AFTER those two accepted you. Yes. Yes.

It felt right.

FLASH

What the fuck. What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK ?!

Those words kept repeating in Barry’s head as he saw his “little” nephew, Wally, run around Batman’s kitchen as if he owned the place.

Indeed, Wally just casually trudged to the fridge, got a soda out of it, and then took a piece of the cake that was on the table, without even asking. He got a plate from a cabinet...He knew were the plates were !

And no one batted an eye ! Not even scary old Batman, who certainly couldn’t approve of such behavior, right ?!

What the hell was going ooooon ??

“Hey Mrs. Wayne !”

Wally exclaimed happily when he saw you. And then he-

He-

He hugged you ????

WHAAAAAT ?!

“Hi there Wally, it’s been a while. You’ve been behaving, I hope.”

“Always, you know me Mrs W.”

You knew him ?? Yeah ok. That was it. Barry was completely lost.

Only a few weeks earlier, did he learn that Batman’s true identity was Bruce Wayne. Of course, he knew the man. Everyone in the USA knew him. And his wife and kids. So when he was invited to Wayne Manor, he knew what to expect.

He knew you’d be there, as well as the kids he already knew (although masked). He never met you before, but he knew about you. And recognized you.

He thought he’d make his favorite nephew happy by bringing him with him. He thought he had such a scoop, that Wally wouldn’t believe his eyes when he’d realize who Bruce Wayne really was.

And here they were.

Barry, completely lost, and Wally, apparently knowing you and all ??

Ah. Ah, now it made more sense.

This is why Batman almost cracked a smile when he asked him if he could bring his nephew, because Wally was good friends with Robin number 1 and 2 (Barry couldn’t believe they all grew up so fast, he refused to call Dick “Nightwing”, or Jason “Red Hood”, and kept acting as if they were still 13).

He thought he was going to make “Kid Flash” happy. He thought he would blow his mind.

AH ! And here they were. Barry was faced with all of you, and you clearly found the situation funny as you all smiled. Even Bruce, wasn’t far from a smile, and had a crooked smirk on his face, clearly amused (it was a little sadistic of him, really).

It didn’t take long to Barry to make 2 and 2 together. He realized that, quite a long time ago now, the kids told each other’s secrets identity. That they trusted each other, and bonded faster than their adult “counterpart”.

A surprising thing that Barry realized too, and that he kept somewhere in his mind just in case he needed some leverage : Batman couldn’t say “no” to his kids. That’s how the entire superkids army ended up at Wayne Manor before the “adults”. Because Dick asked if his friends could come over, and Bruce didn’t have the heart to say “no”.

That’s how all of them knew you. That’s how- aaah.

Wally looked at his uncle, and smiled widely, saying :

“Haha. For once, I was faster than you !”

MARTIAN MANHUNTER

M’gann has never been good at hiding things from her uncle.

It’s not that he would willingly read her mind, it’s just that sometimes, her thoughts just...spilled out of her. She couldn’t help it. When there was something preoccupying her, she thought about it so much that J’onn would just always know about it.

That’s one of the reasons her friends never really told her secrets they wanted to keep from the adults, when they knew J’onn would be around.

Yes. M’gann's “poker brain” was horrible. And yet-

Yet she managed to keep for herself the fact that she was invited to multiple sleepover at Wayne Manor, and that her friends Tim and Dick, who happened the be Robins at one point, were Bruce Wayne’s sons (THE Batman).

It hadn’t always been easy, but she made it. And one of the reason, was because she really, really, REALLY liked Batman’s wife.

You.

You were so nice, and motherly. You treated all of those kids as if they were yours, when they came to visit.

If you knew M’gann was going to come around, there would be freshly baked cupcakes in the kitchen. Her favorites, of course.

M’gann felt a deep need to protect you.

All of the kids, felt that. Actually, unbeknownst to you and every other adults, the children made a pact when they all first met you : They were to make sure no harm would happen to you.

Their reasoning was : first, you were the mom of some of their best friends, so, duh. But second, without you, clearly, Batman would crumble. And Batman was one of the backbone of the JLA. If he fell, they could all fall. Yes, a secret pact was made. “Protect Mrs. Wayne.”

Plus, you always welcomed them into your home with opened arms, you were warm and nice, and your cupcakes were the best. All the more reasons, right ?

J’onn knew you held a special place in those children’s heart, when he first met you, realized that M’gann knew you all this time, and yet she never once let shown. She never once let her thoughts about you show, while she’s never been good at hiding things.

Martian Manhunter knew, that you were special, thank to those kids. Thanks to them knowing you before he, or any JLA members, did.

Besides, you had to be special to bear to live with someone like Batman, right ?

AQUAMAN

“Hey Kaldy !”

You say happily, seeing the young man coming up the stairs of your home.

“Hello, Mrs. Wayne. How goes it ?”

“Pretty well, and yourself, young man ?”

“Good, as well.”

There’s a short silence. During which Arthur Curry, aka Aquaman, king of Atlantis, looks at his protege, and then at the woman next to Bruce (whom he knew now was Batman), and then back at his protege, and then-

“...Kaldy ??”

He exclaims suddenly, in utter disbelief. How ? How could Kaldur know who you were when he himself didn’t even know you existed just a few weeks earlier ? How, and why ??

And did you call him Kaldy ? Kaldur disliked nicknames, how come you were allowed to call him Kaldy ??

You saw the confusion on Arthur’s face, but you misunderstood it. You thought he was surprised to hear you call him a nickname (because you knew the boy and his distastes for such thing well), but it wasn’t just because of this. Aquaman was especially surprised that his loyal subject and protege knew Batman’s wife, while he didn’t !! You said :

“Oh yes, Kaldy, because Kal was taken. It’s Clark’s birth name, and honestly it gets too confusing when two people are called the same. Although it was funny to just say “Kal”, watch both of them turn around, and wonder to whom I was talking haha...MMmmm. I guess I have a bad sense of humor.”

You laugh to yourself, and he cannot believe that your his wife. Yes he sees how softly Bruce looks at you (even if once he noticed Arthur was looking at him himself, he started to were a stoic expression, schooling his face properly once again).

He cannot believe Kaldur knows you, when he didn’t even know you existed, yet clearly the boy is well familiarized with you.

“You- You came here before, Kaldur’ahm ?”

Aqualad is clearly a bit embarrassed, as he says :

“I am sorry, my king. But I promised Mrs. Wayne I wouldn’t say anything, she said if I did, Batman would get...cranky.”

Bruce turns his head towards you, his eyes narrowing as if to say : “I can’t believe you said that”, your smile which meant : “please, you know it’s true” only made him narrow his eyes further...

And on that note-

Arthur starts to burst out laughing.

The situation was so absurd. What. He didn’t know his friend of many years was married, but Kaldur did ? And the reason why the boy never mentioned her was because Batman would “get cranky” ??

Hilarious. Absolutely hilarious.

Soon, you all laughed together, and the rest was history.

Yes, Kaldur had been coming to Wayne Manor for a long time now, and so what ? He was close friends with Batman’s kids. That was enough of an explanation.

After all, it was the “adults” fault that they didn’t trust each other as fast as the kids did, right ?

GREEN ARROW (with guest appearance from Black Canary)

Roy had been a long time friend of Jason. And you held the boy dearly inside your heart, because you knew he helped your son tremendously.

Both Roy and Jay knew the pain of feeling abandoned, and left for dead.

It was only natural, for Roy to be an “extended member of the family”. He was genuinely like a nephew, to you. You were never surprised to see him in your kitchen, unannounced, devouring a cake or something.

“Sup Mrs. Wayne”, he’d say, giving you a high five, your son Jason never being too far.

Roy was always welcomed. In fact, he was much more welcomed than Oliver will ever be. One thing your husband LOVED doing : annoy the crap out of other billionaires. Especially when they were arrogant like Oliver Queen (the irony of that statement never fully reaching your husband’s brain...)

Too bad for Green arrow, eh ?

It was one of Bruce’s favorite past time, oops. And so when Oliver first came to Wayne Manor, accompanied by Dinah, and he realized that Roy was there while the boy was currently filtering his calls...the archer was shook.

No but for real. Here was Roy, sitting at the kitchen table, eating a home cooked meal, relaxed in his chair, clearly alive and well...all the while Oliver had been worried sick ! He would never admit it of course, but he was !

But clearly, “Speedy” (now Arsenal) was all good.

You had invited Green Arrow for dinner (Bruce didn’t want to invite him, mainly just to piss him off because he had invited everyone else already), and oh, Roy and your husband had way too much fun taunting him.

And what the hell, although Roy had eaten two full plates already, he asked for a third one when he saw that Oliver was going to ask if there was any food left. You served the boy, of course, and Bruce insisted for him to finish the dish (just so Oliver couldn’t have more).

You dotted over Roy so much, that Oliver felt almost hurt. Beyond the fact Bruce and the boy obviously were trying to annoy him, Oliver realized how many years he lost. How far from Roy he was, now.

Seeing how close you all were, He realized...

This needed to change. And it would.

************

“I trained a lot here.” Artemis said matter of factly, when Oliver asked her how come she knew about Wayne Manor before he did.

“...I beg you pardon ?” He said, a little offended. Why wouldn’t she train at his place ??

“They have an insane gym, and in the cave they have one of them “danger room”. Like in the X-Men. So we often met here to train together. Sometimes because it’s honestly closer to come to Gotham than the YJ headquarter’s. But mainly because Dick is a BIG Mama’s boy.”

Artemis snickered, looking at your oldest son. And, it was true. The reason the Young Justice sometimes came to train in the Batcave rather than at their headquarters, was because Dick was easily homesick (those short years during which he didn’t talk to Bruce anymore, and was away with the Titans, were tough for him).

And so what ? He lost his family once, could anyone blame him that he was so traumatized he easily missed his mom ? Nope. No one.

Doesn’t mean they never teased him though.

“As my little brother Damian would say : it’s hardly something I’m ashamed of, good ol’ Artemis.”

They laugh together, and you shake your head. You turn to Oliver to tell him that-

Wait, was he pouting ? Oh. Oh he definitely was ! And why, exactly ?

Because Artemis, whom he took care of, whom he took under his wing...KNew you before he did, and liked Bruce’s gym better than his.

Fair enough.

DICK

It was Dick, who first convinced his dad to let his friends come over.

“Absolutely not” he said, at first. But then Dick did his infamous puppy eyes. The little fucker always managed to get some unshed tears in them, always managed to look utterly sad even when it wasn’t really the case.

Your little buddy even went as far as saying : “I just- I just wanted to feel normal” in a broken voice, lowering his head as he left the room (pure acting, of course).

Bruce stood no chance. Alfred and you gave him that look that meant : “Don’t be so heartless !”, and Dick pulled at his heartstring by acting as if he was truly hurt by his refusal.

No chance at all, all Batman that he was.

He couldn’t resist his son already, so when even his wife was pleading with him...”Fine. But we need to set up some rules !”

1. None of them could say who he really was to anyone. 2. No Sleepover Fine, no sleepover exceeding 3 nights ! 3. The Batcave is strictly forbidden (added later : except for training sessions) 4. No mess. 5. Keep. The. Whole. Thing. SECRET.

And that’s how your house welcomed a bunch of little superkids (and how lots of shenanigans ensued...but that, is another story).

JASON

Bruce never regretted saying “yes” to Dick all those years before, about bringing friends over.

Not only did it also made Jason feel like a normal kid inviting his buddies at his place, but after his death and resurrection...his friends truly saved him.

It’s them, who managed to convince him to speak to his parents again. Who brought him home again. Yes. Yes this was something Bruce knew he would never regret.

Saying “yes” to his son’s request, all those years ago, and welcoming into his private home a bunch of kids with famous parents/guardians/mentors, had been one of his best idea. Because there was no doubt in his mind, that the fact those children knew you and him since so long, saved his son.

TIM

Tim, at first, had difficulty to connect with others.

It’s thanks to being part of a team, and them being allowed in his home, that he developed his social skills more.

After all, the boy had been left alone for so long. Had the attention of no one for so long. Of course, it took him a bit of time to get acclimated to having a real family, and even friends !

Tim organized the best movie marathons, and once a month, your living room would be invaded by a bunch of teens who would steal every single snack in your house.

Ah, but it was worst it. It was worst it, if only to see your son so happy, and not alone anymore.

DUKE

Duke was never part of any Young Justice or Teen Titans team...It was before his time. All those “kids” and “teens” were adults now, for the most part. Or his age, but already playing in the big league.

Sometimes, he felt inadequate. And behind. But then you’d reassure him. Of course he couldn’t quite be on the same level they were yet, he just started his “career” as a vigilante !

You encouraged him to mingle with his siblings’ friends, and he did. Duke was a pretty social lad. It didn’t take him much time, to bond with everyone. Especially since they had one subject they were sure to agree on : how great you were.

Ah yes. Of course. You were often the subject of many conversation, because honestly, how many people would let that many lost kids in their home like that ?

CASS

Cass, just like Duke, had never been in a team.

Which made her feel left out, at first...

But oh, this was without counting on her brothers. Those boys would NEVER make their sister feel alone. Feel like she wasn’t a part of their lives, in every way.

Dick introduced his friends to her very quickly. Jason and Tim did too. And of course Damian.

They all bragged so much about her (especially Damian), they all put her on such a high pedestal, that it made all her insecurities and sadness about not fitting in go away.

So what if she wasn’t part of any team (yet) ? She was part of a family, and that was enough. Plus, even though all her brothers’ friends got along really well with you, she knew you’d always choose them over anyone else if you had to make a choice. And honestly for now, she’d settle with “just” a family.

It had already been so hard, to manage to open up and accept your love. She didn’t think she was quite ready for “friends” yet. But she will be. She knew she’d be, one day.

For now, family was enough.

DAMIAN

Your little one would never admit it, but he was sometimes so jealous.

Some of those Young Justice kids...Were not kids anymore. And had been coming around your house for nearly decades.

When the first Young Justice team was made, Dick was 13. Barely older than Damian was now. His friends met you before he did...

That’s what upset Damian, sometimes. Knowing that they grew up with you more than he did. Knowing that they knew you before everyone else, even before the JLA !!

It wasn’t fair. How come they got to spend so many years with you, so much time with you, when he didn’t ?

Yes. Damian was often jealous of how well the Young Justice, and Teen Titans kids knew you.

Clark and him actually bonded greatly over that, to your husband’s exasperation. You thought it was funny. And cute. And definitely reminded your husband that “jealousy was probably a hereditary trait”, which always vexed him.

Oh. And you made sure that your son knew you loved him so much, that there really were no reason to feel jealous..

EVERYONE

Little by little, everyone came to Wayne Manor at one point.

They all slowly met Batman’s family. Secret identities didn’t exist for them anymore. Annual barbecue was a thing (which mainly happened at Wayne Manor, because Bruce was the only one who had a backyard big enough, and remote enough, to invite all the most powerful superhero on the planet, without anyone even noticing).

They realized Bruce was just a man (and not a vampire, thank you very much mister Jordan).

A family man.

A few years back, it would’ve never crossed any of their mind to think that. What ? Batman ? With a family ? Right...

And yet. Yet it was the truth.

Yes. They slowly got accustomed to that fact. But there was one thing they’d never get used to : it was how their kids, their wards, nephews or nieces, their sidekicks, the children they decided to mentor...Knew all along.

Long before they did.

It was quite an adjustment, to realize Batman had a wife, and to see their kids know everything about her already.

You admit that, if the roles were reversed, you’d probably be very surprised. Especially since you knew all about them, thanks to their children.

But in a way, it made sense, didn’t it ? It made sense, that those kids knew you before the adults did. That they hung out at Wayne Manor a lot, given the fact it was the biggest house at disposal, and they were great friends with your children.

Yes. It just made sense, that you got to meet the kid first. Because of your own kids. Of course.

And it made you so happy, to see all of them grow to be such fine and decent people.

When you thought about that time, all those years ago, when they first started to know you, you often felt a bit nostalgic.

Ah, but years passed, but the friendships and love you all shared never faded.

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Hahahaha so here we are, in an “AU” in which the superkids met Batmom before anyone else :). I hope you enjoyed this story. Trying really hard not to be too self-deprecating right now so not adding more haha. As per usual, comments and reblog are highly appreciated and encouraging/motivating :) ! Thank you for reading !

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“My baby is scared of the blindfold” - Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : Yuji is surprised to see Gojo without his blindfold nor his sunglasses. The answer as to why he doesn’t wear them is...surprising.

First JJK fic woohoo. Haha. No worries peeps who follow for Batfam stuffs (so, most of y’all), next story will be a Batfam one ;). But today, wanted to write something a little different. Something short, too. Like, just having pure fun out of writing. Hope you’ll like it though :

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This was...Not something Gojo ever planned.

His ultimate goal has always been to reform the jujutsu sorcerers, that’s why he became a teacher. He thought this was the only thing he wanted to do in life, after everything he’d been through.

His work, both as a teacher and as a jujutsu sorcerer, were his only prospect, his only future. He never envisioned doing anything else, settling down, or simply being happy.

And yet...

Yet he met you.

At first you hated him.

You thought he was arrogant (and he definitely is), sometimes downright mean with those he deemed “weak” (truth), and he was so damn loud and weird ! You even found him cruel in certain moments, he could truly be such a cold hearted bastard.

It took you a long time, to realize you were wrong about him. To know that he actually was a complex man, and everything wasn’t black or white.

He did misjudged you too, thought you were someone weak as you always hid your powers so your ennemies could underestimate you. And even worst : he thought you were someone who was on principal Gakuganji’s side.

And oh you were not. You also became a teacher to train those kids to fight against cursed spirits. Learn how to fight, to save them, in a way. You were most definitely against killing one of those kids, even if he was Sukuna Ryomen’s host.

Yuji quickly grew on you too, that boy had such a kind heart.

Yes. Things between you and Gojo started in a really bad way. Yet, here you were, years after your first meeting, in love, and with a three months old baby !

A little son. To whom you’ll one day tell the story of how you and Gojo met, and fell in love. But for now, for now this was no such story. No.

This is the story of how soft the mighty Gojo Satoru actually is...

Especially with his baby son.

This side of him is privy only to those who know him. To those he cares about. It wasn’t difficult to find that side though, you just had to look past his weirdness, loudness, and arrogance.

But it was definitely there.

Gojo cared. So much. And he would never hesitate to kill or die, for those he loved.

Risking it all so he doesn’t cry

Of course, Yuji was one of the first person ever who met little (Your son’s name) (A/N : Will be shortened in (Y/S/N) from now on). It made sense, really. Megumi and Nobara were there too.

Nobara was in awe of your baby, which didn’t surprise anyone. She went on a shopping spree for him, and he had now more clothes than you.

What was more surprising, however, is how much Megumi smiled around him. You were pretty sure he didn’t realize it himself, but whenever the young Fushiguro would see your little one, he’d beam.

There were no other words. He would simply turn into a ray of sunshine whenever he saw (Y/S/N). Yuji and Nobara too, but it wasn’t the same. You were used to see these two smile. But Megumi ? Yes. Your son was definitely special.

Those three, as your Gojo’s students, were almost like older siblings to your baby. And honestly, if he had Yuji Itadori, Nobara Kugisaki, and Megumi Fushiguro on his side, and given the fact THE Gojo Satoru was his dad, you were pretty sure your son’s life would never truly be in danger.

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It was immediately noticeable, that Gojo was wearing no sunglasses nor any blindfolds. It basically never happened outside of a battlefield. It’s the first thing they saw.

And his answer as to why ?

“It’s scaring him.”

Not wearing the eyewear and risking spending too much energy...just because when he does wear his blindfold or sunglasses, it scares his baby.

“He couldn’t stop crying the first time he saw me with them. I took them off, and he was fine again...”

You weren’t sure if it was because he couldn’t recognize his dad, or because he just had an obsession with his eyes, but whenever Gojo would put on any sort of eyewear in front of your son, the little boy would burst into tears and try to squirm away from his dad.

And it distraught Gojo quite a bit. He hated feeling rejected, and it was even worst when it was by someone he loved so deeply.

So, what if he spend too much energy at times, if it could avoid any distress to his son ? And to himself ?

He hated hearing him cry. He hated anything causing any sort of pain to him. He hated-

Ah. Anything. Anything to stop little (Y/S/N) from feeling sad, scared, or anything of the sort. And so when he was holding his son, Gojo never hid his eyes.

The softness of which would be mocked by so many, yet admired by you. Damn. You loved that man...

Born from love

(Y/S/N) was born from intense love. He was wanted. He was welcomed in this world by two parents who eagerly waited for him.

Which neither you nor Gojo ever thought would happen.

He never intended to be happy, willing to sacrifice his own life for his cause, willing to live only to destroy curses. And you ? Never imagined yourself ending up with him.

Yet it happened.

You fell in love.

You fell in deep.

The both of you.

There were no Gojo without (Y/N), and vice versa. Not anymore. Neither of you could imagine a life without the other one in it. It was impossible. It was unbearable.

Unlivable.

When you got pregnant, everyone was happy for you two (except Yuji, who, for a while, couldn’t get over the fact that it meant Gojo had sex...).

But the happiest of them all, where you and him.

“This life is the most precious. I will always protect you...”

He said, when he first held his son. One of the few time you saw tears in his eyes.

You both overcame so many hardships, before being there, in love, and with a child. You both went through so much, yet you found each other.

Through the pain, the loneliness, the weight of being a jujutsu sorcerer on your shoulder...You found each other.

And sometimes, you felt like your entire relationship culminated with the birth of your son. It was as if he gave new meaning to the World, as if there was so much more to things than you originally thought.

For Gojo, the birth of his son was Earth shattering. It shook him to his very core. Gave him a new perspective on life. And made his heart feel like it was going to explode, a sentiment he only ever had when around you.

Ah. Yes. Happiness, could be such an overwhelming feeling, to someone who never thought he could have it.

Sukuna Ryomen, number one simp of the new Satoru

“AH I FEEL POWER IN THAT LITTLE THING !! I want to eat it.”

You jumped a little in the air. Ugh. You were never going to get used to Sukuna randomly making his mouth appear on Yuji’s cheeks or hands (or anywhere really), and speaking directly to you.

You knew Yuji had full control (well...) of him, and was the perfect host for Sukuna, so you didn’t worry about him actually eating your son. But this was definitely not something very reassuring to ear.

It wasn’t very reassuring either, that he detected any power in your infant son...

It wasn’t long after he was born, that Sukuna showed up for the first time, mainly out of curiosity.

Gojo immediately entered “protective dad mode”, and almost annihilated Yuji, only stopping himself when he realized that young Itadori was one of his protégé, of course.

It was as if whenever your son’s safety was on the line in any way, Gojo lost all capacity to think, and just turned into a killing machine only having “protecting baby” on his mind.

“Or maybe I won’t eat him, maybe I will wait. There is promise, in this little thing’s future. He’s almost as interesting and promising as Fushiguro.”

Words that definitely did not reassure you, but that filled Gojo with pride. Ah, but even him, would dread the days his son would become one of the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer that ever lived.

Yuji called Sukuna a “simp”, which you weren’t sure what it meant, but it angered the cursed spirit so much that you were sure it was overtly mocking him. Which you quite enjoyed.

Sukuna was simping for your son.

...

You weren’t sure if it was a good thing or not.

Uncle Nanamin

One of Gojo’s favorite hobby, was to annoy Kento Nanami.

Beyond the fact the two were close friends, although they loved to pretend they weren’t, there was almost a brotherly bond between them.

A bond though, which always remained fragile...After what happened with Geto, Gojo had a hard time considering someone a friend again...But that was another story.

Long story short, knowing how close they were, and knowing the fact you and Nanami had always been good friends, it made sense that your baby would see a lot of him.

“Oooh, and who’s that (Y/S/N) ? It’s uncle Na-Na-Miiiin, say helloooo !”

Your son LOVED Nanami. He would always scream gleefully, and reach his little arms to him so he would pick him up.

And although Kento wouldn’t admit it that easily...He adored your son. He often said that the little one’s only flaw was that “his dad is Gojo”, which never failed to make you laugh.

"The Future of the Clan”

From the day he was born, your son was destined to be the next “Gojo Satoru”...Part of you secretly wished he wouldn’t have any power. That he wouldn’t inherit anything.

But you all received a prophecy, and you knew just as there was a “Gojo Era”, there would be a “(Y/S/N) era”, which you greatly dreaded.

“Like father, like son”, they say.

As a result of everyone knowing your little one was fated to accomplish great things, Gojo became even more overprotective than he would’ve been otherwise.

The first person to notice that (and to suffer the consequence of it), was principal Gakuganji :

“Don’t even look at him, old man.”

He said, hiding your baby in his coat. Refusing to show him to the Kyoto school principal.

Gojo decided that, if his son was destined to be great, he didn’t need to grow up like he did. He would never admit it, of course, but the pressure of being his clan’s greatest pride and hope, and to grow up in such an environment...He hated it.

Probably was one of the reason he often hid behind a wall of insolence, oversized ego, and confidence.

As a result of this decision, he made sure his son would meet certain people as late as possible. Including principal Gakuganji, who still wanted to kill Yuji anyway and in whom your Gojo had absolutely no trust.

Some people thought he was exaggerating, and sheltering his son too much. Some people obviously didn’t know Gojo, and you felt like you had to remind them of an important, and quite recent, fact :

“Careful, remember that time he wanted to massacre the entire council because they got Yuji “killed”, and he didn’t even know the boy that well at that moment ? Imagine what he’d do to you if you hurt his son in any way.”

“Uh ? He was joking that time right ? He didn’t actually think about killing everyone right ?” Yuji asked, as he always thought Gojo was just being his silly old self when he said that.

You gave him a meaningful look. How adorable, that he truly thinks your Gojo was joking.

Because truth was, he would destroy everything and anyone in his way, if it meant protecting someone he cared for. And he could definitely wreak havoc while seeking vengeance...

Dada

Gojo was good at everything. That’s why he never really did much, because he wanted to give “the future generation a chance”...Right. Regardless of that, whenever he tried something, he was amazing at it. He never failed before. Up until...today.

Because right now, he was clearly failing at trying to get your son to say “dada”.

Now, “mama” ? He had been saying that since a little while. But dada...

“Say Dada, come on (Y/S/N), daaadaaa.”

“Mama !”

“Nooooo, dada, say-”

“Mamaaaaa !”

It was almost as if your son was taunting him. As if he was purposefully taunting him. You honestly questioned it, because the boy kept looking intently at his dad, and then gleefully screamed “mama” each time he’d say “say dada”.

You found it hilarious.

Gojo, on the other hand, had a hard time living with that failure.

He did not rest up until your son finally said : “dada”.

Problem was, when he finally said it, he was pointing at...Nanami.

Overwhelming happiness

Sometimes, you’d walk in on Gojo singing lullabies to your son. Or telling him bed time stories. Thinking he was all alone.

He always looked at him right in the eye, and it’s as if those eyes, those powerful eyes, were soothing to your baby.

Hence hating the sunglasses or blindfolds. Although, with time, he did get use to the sunglasses, but he’d always cry if his dada was wearing the blindfold while holding him...

Gojo wasn’t always sure how to handle this intense feeling of love and happiness. It almost felt like...A new kind of energy.

As if not wearing anything on his eyes was ok, because being around you, around his son, feeling loved and loving in return, gave him more energy than he lost.

Yes. Yes.

Gojo Satoru was a happy man.

To be continued.

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And here we are. Written fast, out of pure enjoyment. Nothing too deep eh. But I sure hope you liked it :). Comments/reblogs of course always welcomed. And..Here we are. See you soon with another story ! (most likely Batfam).

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Slice of life : Cooking Lessons - Batmom! Fem!Reader x Batfam

Synopsis : A few snippets of Batfam domestic life in which you teach your children how to cook. /DRABBLE

Drabble drabble draaaable. Nothing too elaborate. Written quickly, in the spur of the moment, and just because I enjoy writing :). Hope you will still like this little thing :

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Dick

Dick...likes spicy food. A little too much.

You can still see his little eight years old self dumping an entire box of curry in something he was cooking. You turned your back for just A SECOND ! Which yes, probably wasn’t the best idea with him, given how fast his brain always worked. He always managed to do things before you could even react.

Just like you did with all your children, you taught him how to cook. At least the basic necessities, so that when he would eventually (and sadly) leave the family nest, he wouldn’t eat only noodles and burgers (you had a creeping suspicion he still did that though).

And that day, you were teaching him a simple chicken curry recipe. He was still young, you didn’t want something too complicated. And you were about to use a blend of curry that wasn’t too spicy. And oops there it was, the entire thing of your strongest curry (the one that had the most peppers in it), poured right into the pot.

It was an accident. He didn't actually mean to empty it. But it happened, and...The thing is, he ate the entire pot. He ate it voraciously. Asked for second. And was so proud that HE was the one who cooked it.

You could still remember his cute smile, and him repeating : “I made it !” to Bruce, Alfred, you, and whomever wanted to ear it (which included “Uncle Clark”, who asked for the boy to cook for him and deeply regretted it later...The man of steel did not handle spicy food very well). Your heart melted (just like your insides would, whenever your son cooked for you...SPICY).

That day, Dick discovered his passion for spicy food. That little curry accident was a sudden epiphany for him.

Nowadays, if his food wasn’t covered in say, chili flakes, or a large amount of other kind of spices, he wouldn’t eat it. You knew he kept a bottle of chili sauce, and chili flakes in his utility belt, YOU KNEW.

It was almost frustrating sometimes, to see him take something you cooked for hours and...dump so much spiciness on it. You did cook him special plates though.

Once, his plate ended up in front of Bruce by mistake (although you were pretty sure Jason swapped their plates, and it was anything but a mistake) and your poor husband drunk about two jugs of milk before calming down. To be fair, when you made food for your eldest, you did go heavy on the spices. Which he loved, but which any other normal human being probably couldn’t ingest.

Yes. Dick loved spicy food. And nobody ever quite perfected his favorite meal like you did. Only you, knew the “ideal ratio of spiciness” (that’s how he called it), and somehow, it always tasted better when YOU made things for him...

Jason

Jason always loved to cook with you, and he’s the best cook out of all the kids. Cooking clears his mind, makes him feel calmer. It’s truly a hobby of his.

He always loved spending time with you, so finding the “excuse” of you teaching him how to cook was perfect. Hours upon hours were spent in the kitchen, perfecting recipes. Simmering, grilling, pickling, searing...Every technique, every type of cuisine, he wanted to learn.

You actually had to check books, and take some classes yourself to keep up with his thirst to learn more and more recipes.

He came to you for advices, and you were damn if you weren’t going to give him any.

Bruce was your guinea pig. You’d try every new recipes on him. Those were years during which Bruce had often to almost double his training, if he didn’t want to put on weight.

Ah, but he never had the heart to tell his son “no”. Because Jason was so excited, whenever he cooked something. Whenever you taught him something new. He would sit there, in front of Bruce, staring at him expectantly, waiting for his reaction.

How could your husband say “no” to that adorable face ? When Jason smiled, it was like the entire world was shining. He was such a happy, full of life little boy. And always so eager to please, so eager to have your and his father’s attention, so eager to-

This was why it was so hard for him, when he discovered Bruce didn’t kill the Joker. This was exactly why.

After his death, and resurrection, Jason stopped cooking.

...

Or rather, he PRETENDED he stopped cooking. Whenever you’d go to his apartment, or one of his hideout, you’d find take out wrappers and bags, junk food everywhere, and you and Bruce would cringe and tell him to eat better.

Dick saw right through him, of course. There was NO WAY his brother could be in that shape if he ate that much junk food (he would know).

“Ok, maybe I do it out of spite, and so what ?”

So...nothing. Dick knew Jason, at least for now, needed to “get back” at you and Bruce a bit. To do this kind of petty things, as a sort of revenge.

Better that, than killing, right ? So Dick never snitched. And acted as if he didn’t know that, secretly, his brother cooked himself homemade meals every single day, and only bought bags from fast foods to splay them around his apartment and therefor, drive his parents crazy.

Dick knew, he knew that one day, Jason would finally be ready to tell them he was cooking “again”. He knew that, one day, his little brother would sit in front of them again, with that trademark expectant look in his eyes, waiting for their reaction about whatever he cooked for them.

Tim

Two words : molecular gastronomy.

See, Tim just couldn’t eat certain texture. He was a rather picky eater, and honestly would mostly eat only things you or Alfred cooked. And it became important for you to teach him how to cook things like he wanted them to be cooked. Because otherwise, he would simply not eat (anything solid at least).

As with everything in his life, Tim gave the cooking lessons you gave him his all.

Tim loved to experience new things, but sometimes he went too far. You still remember him putting kool aid powder on a beautiful porterhouse steak once, because he wanted to see if it would color it and give it an “interesting sweet taste”...In his mind : he liked kool aid, he liked steaks, he wanted to see if both of them together would be good ! And the worst thing is ? He did enjoy it (you and Bruce found it barely edible).

He would find very interesting ways to cook things, mainly to achieve the food textures he liked : using steam, or carbonated snow for example. He perfected a way of making smoked ham that everyone in the family LOVED (except Damian, who was a vegetarian, and had a special version of it made out of zucchinis) , although none of you knew exactly how he did it (and weren’t sure you wanted to know).

It was often 50/50 with Tim. You’d show him a recipe, teach him little tricks there and there, and he would quickly nearly master it. And then, he’d experiment with it, tweak it to make it his own.

Sometimes, it’d be divine. Sometimes, it was the worst thing you ever ate.

There were no in-between.

So when Tim said : “Oh, hey, let me cook dinner !”, it became a habit for everyone to secretly order some food. Just in case. When Tim failed and his cooking was barely edible, Alfred always found hidden take out bags in yours and Bruce’s room, or in Damian’s room, or Cass’...Because really :

Divine, or absolutely disgusting.

There were no in-between.

Damian

You’re teaching him how to make a “potato gratin” because he really loves it, and :

“Um, mom.” Damian says.

"Yes ?” You ask.

"My potato...Disappeared.” He answers. And-

What ? Disap- Oh. Oh. Right. It didn’t really disappear, of course, he just peeled it WAY too much, and very little remained in his hand. He looks at you with worry in his eye, fearing he disappointed you.

Damian was always scared of disappointing people...Your poor baby. So you smile, making sure he knows this is no big deal, and then take a potato, and show him how he should hold his peeler, and what movement he should do. The problem had been : he put way too much force into it, and hacked at his defenseless potato, instead of just taking the skin off.

The rest of the recipe went swimmingly. The gratin was amazing.

It was quite cute, really. Adorable, even. How focused Damian always was when you taught him something. To be perfectly honest, he was probably amongst the kind of people who should be barred from entering a kitchen for...safety concerns.

But he wanted to learn so bad, and to cook for all of you, that you never had the heart to deter him from it. And so, you taught him, and he diligently listened.

The reason he wanted to learn was simple : he wanted to cook for his family. Some would think it was silly, but it was very important to Damian.

Food...Food sort of became an important part of him feeling like he did have a family. It became a comfort.

Cookies when he felt sad, were a must. Your cookies. And if he was sick, the chicken soup (which actually contained no chicken, as Damian was a vegetarian...It was changed to more vegetables yet still called “chicken noodle soup”) Alfred made always made him feel better.

Certain food for certain occasion. Damian learned that cooking, was a language of its own. That cooking for someone participated in telling them you loved them.

And so he wanted to learn. And of course, you were going to teach him.

Over time, Damian became a very skilled cook. After many disasters (fires, food turned into piles of...things, cuts, burns etc), he learned. He had AMAZING vegetarian recipes, which convinced even the most avid meat lover.

Cass

“You all, too nice.”

She declares one evening, frowning at you, her father, and her brothers.

“Lier, lier, lier, lier.” She adds, pointing at each of you. And then she stands up, and say : “Next time, the truth.” a bit too dramatically.

For a few seconds, you all wonder what’s up with her. But then, then you understand.

See, Cass wasn’t the best cook out there. Leave her alone in a kitchen, and there were a high chances something would catch on fire. A bit like Damian before you taught him new things. Except Cass never quite took the hang of it.

However, She was very often considered the “princess of the family” (even if she was nothing like a princess, and that this denomination would make most people who knew her laugh).

None of you EVER wanted to hurt her feelings. So you were definitely not going to tell her her cooking left quite a bit to desire.

The problem was : she noticed.

She was trained to see everything, after all. And after a while, she noticed that you never really finished your plates, when she cooked.

So she put you all to the test. She made a cheesecake, and replaced the sugar with salt. You all ate your piece without budging, without batting an eye, knowing full well it was disgusting. And that got her a bit mad.

You weren’t being truthful with her, you weren’t telling her what she was doing wrong ! “Too nice !” Ah, to think someone would one day accuse The Batman of being too nice...

To be fair, you understood her. It wasn’t really helping, when you thought about it, to always tell her she was doing good. Sometimes, to improve, you needed the “bad” critiques.

From that point on, you started to tell her the truth. Nicely. There were recipes she should NEVER attempt again. And other things she did really well !

Cass stuck to simple meal. Carbonara sauce and pasta, mac and cheese, bread etc. She knew few recipes, but the ones she did know she did very well. And although she knew she’d never be as good as say, Jason, she didn’t mind. Because whenever she cooked, she knew you all enjoyed her meal, and that just made her..Happy.

Duke

Cooking with you became a bonding time between you and Duke.

At first, he just refused to help you cook. Not because he didn’t want to help, or because he was lazy. But because he used to help his parents cook all the time, when they were still-when they were still-

He simply couldn’t handle it. Cooking was his parents things. His thing, with his parents. He couldn’t just go and cook with you, it would be betraying them !

He wanted to help, though. Cooking with his mom or dad always made him feel warm inside, and like he belonged. Helping chop the onions, or having the responsibility to grill the meat ! It was always such a nice time in the kitchen.

And he missed it. He did. He missed the closeness of family, which he felt like he couldn’t have with you guys because...It would be betraying his parents, right ?

It took him a long time, before realizing his folks wouldn’t want him to be miserable. And that you and Bruce, and your children (his siblings !), you were his family, too.

Cooking was a long standing tradition in the Thomas’ household. And it was in the Wayne household too. Was it really so bad if he wanted to join in ? If he wanted to help, and share the meal they all cooked ?

Tease Damian about his agressive way of mincing onions (it was rather funny, the boy had tears in his eyes as one does with onions, and would downright attack said onion...). Make fun of Dick’s eating habits (and stopping him from adding too much damn chili flakes to everything). Participate in Tim’s experiment. Help you bake his favorite cookies. Make sure the roast was at the right temperature. Learn from Jason’s impeccable skills.

Aah.

Duke loved cooking with his family.

Bruce

Most people think Bruce can’t do anything domestic, and relies on Alfred for everything. Most people are (mostly) wrong.

Because Alfred WASN’T going to let no children of his go about his life with no basic skills. He RAISED Bruce. And although he self-admitedly did some mistakes (like any parents), he taught him how to handle himself. How exactly, did you think he “survived” for so long while he was away during his training ?

Bruce is a great cook. And he also knows how to do his own laundry, he can get rid of ANY stain thanks to Alfred’s methods, he can clean, do the dishes, change sheets in a few seconds etc. If he were to live alone all of a sudden, Bruce could manage.

Of course, he doesn’t have to manage. Because Alfred is there. But it doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how, like so many people just assume.

Just because he was born in extreme wealth, doesn’t mean he’s a total idiot (although of course, he crafted this image of himself) who knows nothing about the world.

No. Alfred took care of him. He took care of him. It it ever came to it (and it unfortunately would one day), he could handle himself. It’s just- Alfred would rather that time came as late as possible, and for his young master to take care of himself more. So yeah, Bruce didn’t take care of the laundry very often. But, he could, if he had to.

Cooking though ? Although he rarely had the time, it was a pleasure of his.

Cooking with Bruce was marvelous.

Over the years, you had many “date night” spend in the kitchen, both cooking together. It was such a nice domestic relaxing moment. It was one of your love language. And you were both always so in synch.

He’d take care of one thing, and you of the other. In perfect coordination, both chef and sous-chef when need be. As silly as it sounded, cooking with your Broosh was one of the thing that made you realize that, yes, he was the one.

Only “the one” could match you so perfectly. And vice versa.

When he cooked with you, Bruce felt lighter. At ease. Like he was just a normal man, doing something normal with his wife.

He rarely felt a sense of normalcy in his life, which neither you nor him really minded. You both chose the life you were currently leading. You both knew what it entailed. Yet sometimes...

Sometimes, it was nice to just cook together, and then eat the meal you made, just the both of you, in front of a good movie. Or whatever TV show you were following at the time.

You, of course, also had many “cook out” where you used your children as judges. The competition could sometimes get a little out of hand...

Speaking of “little out of hand”, when you and Bruce were cooking (and it wasn’t a cook out time), your children avoided the kitchen like the plague. Because they never knew what they could find in there with you two, you’d so often get...enthralled with each other. Ugh. Gross.

Ah but what could you say ? Sometimes, the heat was just too much, in every sense of the term.

Yes.

Bruce was a skilled cook. Alfred spend many hours teaching him. And he always enjoyed very much surprising you with your favorite meal...

It wasn’t much about teaching each other how to cook, after all, you had the same teacher. It was more- Enjoying one another’s presence.

And love.

Ooooh cooking time with Bruce was always very much about love. Whether you were cooking with, or for one another, love always guided you.

A moment both of you understood each other perfectly, a moment enjoyed in perfect domesticity, a moment-

Simply, a moment of pure love.

Alfred

Alfred is, of course, the one who taught you everything.

He’s also the one who gave you every single tricks and tips about what Bruce liked to eat. Your now husband couldn’t believe it, when you cooked his favorite meal on your first date at your home. He never even guessed Alfred told and taught you. You played it off as if it was a coincidence, of course.

Alfred knew what cooking meant to you and Bruce, and he never thought once that it was “silly”, “ridiculous” or “stupid”. Not many people knew that you and your husband shared a hobby of cooking. But those who did, knew what it meant to you both.

Alfred most of all.

Maybe that’s why he taught you how to cook ? When you first started dating Bruce, you weren’t very skilled. You were rather young, too, so you had some excuses..

Much later in life, you and Bruce would realize how much Alfred was there, every step of the way. How much he helped you grow, evolve, get better. How he often gave little regard to himself, to put all of you first.

And teaching you how to cook, or cooking for you guys ? It was one of the greatest proof of that.

Alfred lived for his family. Something he wasn’t ashamed of, and would not be ashamed of. He never cared when people told him he should take care of himself more, or that he did too much for you all.

This was what he wanted to do.

Ever since Bruce lost his parents, Alfred made it his mission, to make his life easier. To try and make him happy again.

And if it started with baking his favorite pie...so, what of it ?

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Quick lil something I dreamt about :). Like I said, nothing too elaborate. It’s just for fun ^^. I do hope you still like it though, of course ! Comments/reblogs are, as per usual, always welcomed <3. Thank you, and see you soon with an actual story !

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Operation : Retrieving the Sex-Tape - Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader x Batkids

Synopsis : Rumors are circulating that someone stole Bruce and (Y/N) Wayne’s sex tape and is going to release it, and unfortunately... Those might not only be rumors because you and Bruce both know for a fact, a sex tape does exist. Thus is born a very important mission to steal that tape back. Includes : Begrudgingly involved kids, a certain Catwoman who’s enjoying the situation way too much, and lots of shenanigans.

This been in my head for a long time, and I suddenly felt like writing it :). I hope you’ll enjoy it, as usual comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated and motivating. And here we go for a little fun story (to get your guards super down for when I’m going to post the most devastating angst...haha) :

TW : Innuendos, however nothing graphic. Only mention of the sex tape, nothing more. Also : curse words.

Please, do not repost my stories anywhere else, under any other form, do not translate and then repost them either. Thank you.

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"Our parents are idiots.”

Bruce didn't notice you, engrossed in the files he was currently reading.

Good.

Because it meant that you could just stare at him without him getting all shy on you. He’d never admit it, but when you stared at him like that, he always felt flustered. And his response ? Pretending he wasn’t “getting shy” and flirting with you overtly, seducing you.

And it worked every time. He had quite a nice way to make you stop staring...

Lost in your daydream, you were, once again, telling yourself how handsome and attractive he was wearing his reading glasses. Not many people got to see THE Bruce Wayne wearing them, he wore it only while in private, preferring contacts otherwise if need be. He only needed them to rest his eyes, and to read for long period of times.

Glasses made him look sexy. Not that he needed it to look sexy of course, but it was a nice addition in your opinion. You loved when he looked all serious, specs on his nose, looking over intently at something (and if that something was you ? Bonus point).

Tonight, was one of his night off. When you and Bruce started to date seriously, you fully accepted his Batman role. It was part of him, and you knew Gotham needed him. However, it was still under one condition : that he would, from times to times, take nights off. It helped now, to rest his mind, that Kate was out there. And your kids were, for the most part, grown up (Tim, Damian, Cass and Duke were still expressly forbidden to go out alone. They had to have either Jason or Dick with them, to keep an eye on them...which when you thought a little too long about it, you weren’t too sure who was keeping an eye on who).

And so here you were, staring at him from the bathroom door, as he sat in bed looking over some documents before night time.

There’s something so alluring about him. His legs were under the cover, and you knew he was wearing a pyjama pants (that you loved so much because it made his butt look great). His bathrobe was open and he wasn’t wearing a shirt, giving you the full spectacle of his toned chest and aah. One man shouldn’t be allowed to be that good looking.

Finally, he notices (or rather, “feels”) your presence and raises his head. The smile on his face is so natural and instant, that it makes you have butterflies in your stomach.

How ? How did you still feel like a lovestruck teenager even as it’s been years and years since you started dating ? Years since your wedding ?

He knows you’ve been staring. He knows, because it happens to him often too. When you’re focused on something, he sometimes finds himself staring at you, enraptured by you.

Bruce found himself staring, because very often, he couldn’t believe how happy he was. Things weren’t always perfect, far from it. There was pain and hurt, too often unfortunately. Yet, you were a constant in his life. His lifeline.

His light.

How could he not stare, and lose himself in his adoration of you ?

So he knows. He knows you were staring. And it makes him self-conscious, and as usual a little flustered. Ah, he has to act fast, before you notice. And so he says, his natural and pure smile turning seductive :

“Hey.”

You smile back, of course, and go to him. He settles his files on his bed side table, and even that small movement is sexy. Oh, and the way he doesn’t even try to hide how he’s looking you up and down, the passion in his eyes.

You climb on the bed, and his arms are already open to welcome you. One of your hand goes to his chest, as he places one of his behind your head and-

“OH, GROSS ! SEE ! SEE !! THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT GOT YOU IN TROUBLE IN THE FIRST PLACE !!”

You jump a little in the air, scared shitless by the door opening suddenly to :

Tim.

And him barging in your BEDROOM at that time of the night meant trouble.

None of your children would dare to enter your bedroom around that moment of the day, too afraid they’d catch you in a...Let’s say : a situation that will scar them for life.

So for your son to be here right now, it must be an emergency.

You both were on your feet in a matter of seconds (you couldn’t help but notice, by the way, how sexy indeed Bruce was wearing only his pyjama bottoms and that opened bathrobe...yum).

“What is it ? What ?”

Tim glares at the both of you, as if you’re suppose to know already what the matter is. His eyes squints at you two, and he says :

“Check Gotham Sun’s instagram. Now.”

This was one of those moments during which you thought : “Tim would make a great Batman. For sure.” Your son was a sweet boy. Unlike his older brothers, he was patient. Unlike Damian, he always found a peaceful way to resolve conflicts. His smile made people feel at ease. Oh, oh but sometimes, he could be extremely authoritative and scary.

Like right now.

Without thinking more, both you and Bruce got your phone, and started to search for the said instagram page.

If anyone else could witness that scene, they’d think you were both the kids being scold by their disappointed dad.

Tim’s foot was slowly tapping a rhythm on the floor. He was clearly getting impatient, something unlike him, actually. Damn. The situation must be dire.

Finally, you and Bruce opened the page. Right at the same time. And your reaction was in perfect sync :

“WHAT THE FUCK ?!”

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A text post. It was a text post. Taking the form of a newspaper article (Gotham Sun learned very fast that social media was the new traditional media) Stating a simple fact :

“Bruce and (Y/N) Wayne’s sex tape to be leaked by anonymous group, some of our trusted sources say.”

The rest of the article went on about how they received from an anonymous (but trusted) source a link which lead to a page with a countdown on it. 24 hours, before it would be posted. And it was a hundred percent sure that it was actually a sex-tape. The Sun went on about how scandalous the all thing was and blah blah blah nothing you haven’t read before, really.

You clicked on the link. Sure enough, there was a clock ticking, counting the time down to supposedly quite the video being posted..

On the side, there was a little count of the number of visit the site already had and it was WAY TOO HIGH FOR COMFORT.

Knowing Gothamites obsession with the Wayne family, and a rather unhealthy view people always have on “celebrities”, as if sometimes they weren’t even humans too, you knew that this video would be watched millions of time.

Livid. You were livid. And Bruce ? Even worst. So pale, he was almost translucide.

And it was even more embarrassing because now, all of your children were present. They heard Tim scream, thought it was an emergency (and in a way, it was), and were here in a matter of minutes.

Jason burst through the door too (your poor mahogany door), Damian came in from one window while Dick jumped through the other one, shattering it. Cass came in from the ceiling, and it took you a while to realize she came through the vent (wtf ?!) and finally, Duke arrived through the broken door, confused while at the same time slowly getting used to everyone’s antics.

“WHA’ IS ‘APPENIN” ?!” Jason screamed, a toothbrush in his mouth yet ready to fight. He was obviously getting ready for bed.

Tim turned around, and matter of factly said :

“Our parents are idiots, that’s what’s happening.”

It was rare enough for Tim to call you two “idiots” to make all your children understand this wasn’t an actual emergency. And you actually did something stupid.

Dick sighed, standing straight from his combat stance, and said :

“Ok, what’s up ?”

And very quickly, he wished he never knew.

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Horrified. They were all horrified.

You could see Jason constantly refreshing the instagram page, as if hoping he misread and that post wasn’t actually saying what he thought it was saying.

Dick was not only disgusted by the implications of that post, but he also was trying really hard to pretend nothing was happening because Damian kept asking him what it all meant and there was no way he’d subject his baby brother to such horrendous explanations.

Damian only read part of the article’s title, because Dick very quickly hid it from him. All he knew was that there was a compromising video about his parents, but he just couldn’t figure out what it could be...Did they maybe get caught fighting or something ?

Cass’ face was blank, and you knew it was because she was trying to erase the memory from her mind.

Duke was looking at you you Bruce as if he saw you two for the first time, and you were some kind of terrifying creatures.

Tim was still glaring.

And you and Bruce were standing there, not sure what to do or say. It’s been a very long time, since your husband felt so speechless.

Finally, Tim sighed and said :

“Given your reaction, I assume...such a tape exist ?”

Your boy. Always the pragmatic one. He was the only one of your kids who could ignore certain disturbing facts to get straight to the point.

Both you and Bruce nodded, somewhat shamefully.

And then there was a silence. A rather long one. During which Tim was clearly judging the both of you. Finally, he said :

“You’re BATMAN, dad ! I thought you knew better than to record something permanently like that ! Didn’t I hack your computer enough time for you to know to at least encrypt everything multiple times ?!”

“I do encrypt things multiple times ! Just...It didn’t cross my mind this time. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing. I-”

“No details, please !! I don’t want to know more about it !!”

“Oh, so that stolen tape is when we were at the opera house during the intermission then ? In the priva bathroom o-” You started to say, thoughtful, past the initial embarrassment now.

“MOM !! I SAID NO DETAILS !!” Tim yelled.

“Sorry honey, I’m just trying to figure out which one could’ve been stolen...”

“Wh-...ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME ?! WHICH ONE ??? WHIIICH ONEEEE ?! HOW MANY DID YOU- Wait, no, I don’t want to know.”

Jason and Dick were looking at both of you as if you were some kind of monster, as Tim turned around pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly very annoyed (how very “Bruce” of him).

Bruce, ignoring them, a hand on his chin, said :

“Must be the opera house. I deleted the other ones after we watched them, making sure there were no traces. I think it’s the only one I forgot to lock away. Couldn't delete it, because, well, you know.”

Oh. Oh you did know. Gotham’s opera house’s private bathroom (you had one which came with the balcony seat) was quite the memory.

You smiled knowingly, almost forgetting the situation when-

“Are you fucking for real guys ?!” Duke exclaimed, appalled.

Jason had now moved to Damian, covering his ears and looking at you two disapprovingly. While Dick was covering Cass’ ears, shaking his head as if to say : “What kind of degenerates are you ?!”

The over the top reaction of your children made you laugh. You couldn’t help it. You always found it so funny when they got disgusted at just seeing you merely kiss. And right now ? They were being such drama queens that it just came without you being able to stop it : you laughed.

“This is hardly a laughing matter, mom !” Tim exclaimed, beyond fed up with you and Bruce’s antics. It was rare, to see him like that. He acted like such an adult...You found it adorable. You smiled, which exasperated him further.

But even as you found their reaction amusing, there was really a problem : you and Bruce both knew such a sex-tape existed. And you had to find out how it could’ve been stolen (it was quite a dangerous breach of security !), and get it back before the 24h clock ended !

Because despite finding your children’s reaction amusing, you definitely did not want one of yours and Bruce’s sex tape to get released publicly...

Operation : Retrieving the thing-which-shall-not-be-named material !

Past the initial shock, Bruce took matters in his own hands.

“Alrigh. I am sorry to subject you all to this, but I’m sure you’ll agree with me in saying that we have to get this tape back. So, now, can I count on you guys ?”

For all their disgust, your kids weren’t about to let something like that happen. They told Damian it was to “save your honor” and the boy instantly went in : “intense mode”, ready to fight whomever dared insult you.

Although he didn’t know every details, knowing this mission was to protect you and his father, Damian didn’t hesitate to say “yes”. None of them did, of course.

“Tim, check for any breach in our security. The video sh-”

“The-thing-that-shall-not-be-named.”

“What ?”

“We have decided, for our own sanity, to call it that. Now please, proceed.”

Surely, “video” would be simpler. But oh well, you and Bruce would indulge in your children’s weird quirks if it meant them being a little more comfortable.

“Alright then. The...-Thing-that-shall-not-be-named was stored on-”

Bruce stopped, as if realizing something important.

“Well ? Where did you put i-”

“Don’t say “it” Tim, don’t say ANYTHING that could be an innuendo, you know mom will jump on every chance she gets just to gross us out.” Jason said, almost panicked. And...He was right. Seeing their horrified face was just too funny to you (and to everyone who wasn’t them).

Tim, shivering a little in disgust, continued :

“Where did you put the thing-that-shall-not-be-named ?”

He knew it couldn’t be on the Batcomputer, because the implication of that would mean someone knew Batman was Bruce Wayne, and it would surely be bigger news than any “sex tape”. So it had to be on one of his personal computer. If Tim had to guess, it would be on the one his dad used the most, the one in his office.

And ah. It was in his office alright. Just not his home office...

Bruce looked at you, and you knew why he was hesitating about saying where he actually stored it.

“Um, I will check for any security breach myself.”

“Nonsense, my protocols are better than yours, and I’m faster. Just tell me where it was.”

Silence. A rather long one. You and Bruce both knew Tim was right, he was definitely faster than him. But maybe spending a few hours more on it was worth it, if it was to avoid one of his sermon...

Because that video ? You knew where Bruce left it last. A spur of the moment alright.

For a short while, the video was on his phone, as he recorded your um- frolicking, on it. Then he erased it from his phone, storing it on that device was too dangerous and volatile.

Except...Except when he decided to put it elsewhere, you were with him. And you might’ve- watched, the video. Which led to...Things happening. And you both forgot about the video completely.

And that incriminating “sex tape” was left...On his office computer.

His office.

At Wayne tower.

It had always been a place in which “doing it” was exciting. Who could blame any of you, really ? (A lot of people).

Your children, obviously. All of them were way too smart for their own good, as they quickly realized that day. Because, Damian excepted as he still didn’t really know what was up, they all guessed at once.

There was only one computer on which their father could’ve stored the dreaded sex tape, and on which someone could’ve stolen it :

“Oh for fuck’s sa- It’s in your office, isn’t it ?!” Dick said, outraged.

The security breach

It took Tim ten minutes. Ten minutes of muttering about how you were both incorrigible and how ridiculous it was that his father, THE Batman, managed to get quite the compromising document on his WORK COMPUTER.

Of course, nobody except him (and you) used that computer. It was the big boss’ computer, who would pop on it ?

And to your husband’s defense, the file with the video wasn’t just laying around, it was actually encrypted (just not enough) and under an unassuming name.

“You got your tax file stolen ? Why would anyone steal your taxes, father ?”

Damian. Sweet innocent Damian. You will NEVER tell him why you chuckled a bit when you realized your husband called the video : “October 2022 (Y/N) taxes”. The dirty inside jokes between you two would stay that way, just between you two.

“Um, probably someone wanting to check if we’re laundering money or something.” Bruce says, not looking in his son’s eyes. Damian takes a thoughtful look and says :

“Mmm, that would make sense. Some people always try to find dirt on us, so are those compromising for mom ?”

“Dirt. Exactly. Haha.”

“Mom...Please...Stop” Dick says, almost begging.

“What ?”

“Nothing Damian, nothing.”

“But how are they compromising, are you laundering money then ? Why would you need to do that ?”

“I launder something el-Ok, too far, get it, not saying anything else. No, I’m not laundering money. But um- The numbers could be- tampered with ?”

Damian was almost too gullible. Mainly because he didn’t think you nor Bruce would lie to him. So he nodded, and looked at his brother work on finding the culprit intently, ready to throw hands.

It was quite cute, really. Even your other kids relaxed a little, seeing how their little brother was so involved (and promising themselves to never reveal the actual truth to him). After a little bit, Tim said :

“Gotcha ! And you’re not gonna like it.”

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“I’m going to kill him.” your husband says, as he looks at the screen and realizes the man who stole the video from his computer is someone on the board. Someone he trusted. Someone who was a lifelong friend of his father ! Ah, traitor !

“Oh, so you wanna kill him for that, but you wouldn’t kill a psychotic clown after he offed me. Ok. I’ll remember that.” Jason says sarcastically, crossing his arms. Tim rolls his eyes, and says :

“Please, not the right time. We’ll sort your daddy issues - I swear to you mom if you even dare to make a comment right now I’ll be the one releasing the video - later. Right now, we have to go retrieve the USB key he made ! And find out if there’s any copy of it, too. I’m going to erase it from that computer now.”

“Wait, son, you could-”

Bruce was starting to protest, but seeing his boy’s glare he stoped. Tim looked awfully like you, when he was angry. And you were scary, when you were mad.

After erasing everything from his WORK COMPUTER, Tim turned, gave a judgmental look to his dad and said :

“Dad. Really. On that computer. Wow.”

And then left, saying he got the address of the man who stole the video. Dick left too, giving an even more judgmental look and saying : “And THIS is the Batman they all admire. Tt tt tt.”, quickly followed by Jason, his arms still crossed, an eyebrow raised that meant everything without him uttering another word. Cass’ look at you both was the one that got you the most, she just shook her head disappointingly, as if you had let her down (she was quite the drama queen). Duke couldn’t look at you, and exited quickly, followed by Damian who was HYPED about kicking the person who dared disrespect you’s ass.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve delete it after we used it. I just got-”

“Sidetracked ? Don’t worry my heart, I’m as guilty as you are. I should’ve remembered, too.”

You both look at each other, a little contrite. But then, didn’t this all situation made you and your family spend some time together ? Also, taking that video, and the reason why it was on his desk computer...It all was tremendous fun.

“I don’t regret it, though.”

You add, an alluring look in your eyes, and suddenly, he remembers why he forgot about that damn video that day...

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Help

Dick raised a great point on the way to the man’s house : Batman couldn’t actually barge in to retrieve the thing-that-shall-not-be-named. None of them could. It would be way too suspicious !

Why would any of Gotham’s vigilantes care about the Wayne’s sex tape ? Sure, they were their supposed benefactors, but it really would be too sus.

Bruce was still unsure as to why Jack Fabers, someone he thought was a long time friend, would do this, but it didn’t matter. They had to retrieve the tape, and it couldn’t be Batman.

“Uncle Clark ?” Damian suggested innocently. He started to call Clark “uncle” not this a very long time, which was a nice chance from “Kent”, and you found it adorable. You knew he called him “Uncle Clark” because all your other children did, and he hated feeling left out. But also, you knew the Kents were important to him, too.

Bruce’s answer was a little too vehement, and instant :

“Absolutely not !” He said, almost offended at the suggestion. Which you thought was hilarious, but confused your son a bit.

In his head, Clark could do the job fast and discreetly. So, why not ?

Bruce didn’t care about Clark knowing you and him made a sex tape. On the contrary, the mighty Superman was so easy to fluster, it was pretty fun. No. That wasn’t the reason why your husband didn’t want him to help.

It was because if he learned that Bruce left an important file unsecured on his computer, he would NEVER hear the end of it. After all, Bruce did lecture him many times about the importance of technology safety and other VPNs and such, especially while at the League’s headquarters.

Bruce sermoned enough people about it, the irony of the situation didn’t escape him. And there was absolutely NO WAY he’d admit his mistake to the man of steel.

Because if Clark knew, then Hal would know, and then Barry would too, and then Diana, and then Oliver...and he would just never hear the end of it.

“Remember that time someone stole your sex tape on your computer ?” would be a phrase he’d hear too many times when in meetings and such. No. No way. Not Clark. Not any of them, could help. Which meant, there was only one other person who could...

The best thief in the world

“Just so I get that right : You..Want me to steal something for you ?”

“Yes.”

“You ?”

“Yes.”

“Bat “Stealing-is-wrong-and-I-will-arrest-you-if-I-catch-you-do-it Man ?”

“...Yes.”

“You know I’m going to ask what you want me to steal for you, right ?”

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

“Ok, that makes me wanna ask even more.”

“Can you maybe respect my privacy on that one ?”

“Bruce, I don’t even respect private property. What makes you think I’d respect privacy ?”

“Please, for me.”

Stoic as ever. His face shows nothing. Gives nothing. You try to copy him, but you know your expression isn’t as flawless as his. She turns to you, and then she sighs and say :

“Fine. - short pause- But actually, won’t do it for you.”

Bruce raises an eyebrow, before glaring at his old friend as she looks at you and say :

“I’ll do it for my sweet (Y/N).”

You roll your eyes, used to her antics (she could never help it, she always HAD to make Bruce jealous), but said :

“I appreciate it. So, you’re going to help us ?”

“Of course I will.”

Of course she will. She does consider both of you dear friends, no matter how much she loves to tease you. And the feeling is mutual.

Both you and Bruce are relieved. She was the best (technically ex) thief out there, she’d resolve your problem shortly ! But then she adds :

“Only if you let me watch, though.”

You feel your cheek warming up.

Ah. Of course she guessed what it was about !!

“Your kids told me. I guess it’s their little vengeance.”

Brats. All of them. BRATS ! Ok, maybe you deserved it a bit, but still. Brats !

Somehow, the thought of Selina Kyle seing what’s on that tape makes you feel more embarrassed than knowing millions could possibly see it if it’s actually leaked.

Bruce, next to you, is about to answer but then Selina adds :

“Ok that was actually too cruel. Seeing you both panic like that isn’t as fun as I thought it’d be. I’ll get your little tape. I think it’ll be fun, anyway.”

And off she went, content with the fact she managed to make the Batman wince a little.

************

An hour. It took her an hour, before she came back with an USB key saying :

“There is no copy of it.”

“Are you sure ?” Bruce asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Yes.”

“How can you be so sure ?”

“Ugh, always so skeptical. I have my ways.” She says, winking at him, and neither of you are sure you want to know how she got the info. Selina could be scary, sometimes...

“Don’t worry, I didn’t hurt him or anything.”

“Good.”

She smiles mischievously, and then adds :

“I told him he should get me to his most prized possession, or I’d cut his b-”

“SELINA !”

“What ? You said I HAD to retrieve this and make sure there were no copies ! I made sure. He first brought me to very nice pieces of jewelry, and a few gold ingots. Who still has gold ingots home, right ? And then I got him to admit, through clever word plays, that he had a pressure point on THE Bruce Wayne. Getting the key after that was a piece of cake, and making sure he made no copy of it was even easier. That idiot never thought he’d get caught, didn’t even back it up. The arrogance of some men, I swear.”

There was a short pause, and you couldn’t help but smile. Selina had such an aura to her, you always admired her (not that you’d tell her nor Bruce though).

“You-Didn’t take the jewelry, did you ?” Bruce asked, suspicious.

Catwoman just smiled knowingly, and then said : “See you around Bat”, turned to you and added : “Always a pleasure to see you, darling” and then lunged off of the building, using her whip to swing away.

There’s a short silence as you and Bruce look at her disappear in Gotham’s night. Broken by you as you sigh :

“Ugh, she’s so cool.”

A revenge

Money wasn’t the motive for Jack Fabers’ theft. After all, being on the board of Wayne Enterprises made him filthy rich, even if he thought Bruce dilapidated so much money to “help the community”.

No. His motive was revenge.

Revenge for what ?

Well, once, years ago, Bruce made a mockery of him. It took your husband a while to even remember what the hell this was about. But then, he did.

Right when he came back from years of training, and retook his parents’ legacy, Jack tried to convince every single board member to get rid of the young Bruce. He obviously had no idea what he was doing.

Bruce proved him wrong, in many ways. And he made a fool of him, albeit not on purpose.

The man held quite a grudge. Even your husband didn’t see that coming. Waiting for just the smallest of opportunities to try and get his revenge.

Bruce didn’t fire him though. He wanted him to think he didn’t get caught, that Selina was there just because he’s rich and it was all a coincidence.

You know the saying : “keep your friends close, but your ennemies closer.”

From now on, he would keep an eye on the man. And never make a mistake like that ever again.

The end of the matter

“Well, I hope you learned your lesson now, parents.”

Damian was usually the one calling you “parents”. It was reserved only for serious situations. So when Tim said it, you knew he actually took it seriously.

And to be fair, it was a serious situation. What if that idiotic Jack Fabers posted it without a warning ? He put a 24 hours clock because he wanted Bruce to be afraid, scared and stressed about the release. Obviously didn’t work. And was a blessing, because it gave you time to get the tape.

But yes. It was serious. And Tim was right. Lessons were learned :

“Yes. Next time, we’ll encrypt the sex tape.”

“OH YOU JUST HAD TO DIDN’T YOU !!”

The end.

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Well. Here we are. I hope you don’t hate it haha. I don’t know, I wanted to write something...that made me laugh ? I wrote it fast, in fear I would never post it because yeah, I know this is silly haha. This situation just made me giggle like an idiot. So here we are. Sometimes, I just wanna write silly family things because the “over the top” aspect some comics can have is my jam haha. I hope you enjoyed it a bit though.

See you soon for another story (which will be more serious this time, and quite angsty...hehe).

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Jason Todd(ler) - Batfam x fem!reader Batmom

Synopsis : Your son, Jason, the fearsome Red Hood, got cursed somehow and...turned into a toddler. Shenanigans ensue.

Please. I’m very proud of the pun in the title. For once, I found the title instantly haha. Anyway, here’s a “bonus” story, sudden burst of inspiration, had to write it. I hope you’ll like it :) :

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Jason Todd(ler)

It was a calm afternoon, which was rare enough, in your household, for you to notice it.

When was the last time you and Bruce had time to relax like that ? Time to do nothing, and spend a lazy afternoon just the two of you ?

Too long ago to remember.

You’re running your hand through your husband’s hair, as his head is in your lap, and he’s in a half-sleep state, just content being near you, taking a well deserved rest. You were reading, quite enjoying your book, and soothed by Bruce’s warmth.

This was such a nice moment. Relaxing. Silent. A rare moment of stillness, which you appreciated all the better.

And then-

“PARENTS, THIS IS AN EMERGENCY !!”

Dick.

Dick just barged in, clearly panicked. And you understood instantly why, as you spot, settled in his arm…A small child ?! Wrapped in a, is that a hoodie ? You feel like you’ve seen that hoodie somewhere, but you don’t have time to look at it further as your eyes are attracted towards the kid.

A toddler. A little boy. No more than two. With big blue eyes, and the cutest tiny face you’ve ever seen. With a white streak in his hair you’d recognize anywhere.

************

“How did this happen ?!”

There were no doubt in yours, nor Bruce’s mind, that this was your Jason.

Same eyes, same hair, and he turned to you whenever you and Bruce said : “Jason”. So, either this was your son, or it was your son’s secret son, but you somehow doubted it. Sure, kids could look exactly like their parents, but to this extent ? He even had that little beauty mark under his ear…

This was Jason. You were sure of it.

You’d recognize your boy anywhere. Now, the question remained : what the hell happened ?

“I don’t know ! I went to his place to check on him, and I found him like this. It’s Jason. It’s definitely Jason. I found him asleep on the floor, in a pool of his clothes. Definitely too big now. But it’s him.”

“Yes, it seems like him. But, again, how ?”

“Honestly, I wouldn’t put past him actually pissing of some kind of magician or something. Last time I spoke to him, he said he had a lead on a possible metahuman who was doing some shady business, could be it.”

Could be, indeed. This was so odd. What were you going to do now ? There was no way you could-

Ah. He was waking up. He yawned (most adorable things you’ve seen in a long time), rubbed his eyes and theN.

Then he pointed at you, and said, smiling : “Mama”.

“He knows who you are, my love.”

Bruce said, matter of factly, his initial shock vanished as he was now studying the situation.

Jason turns to him then, and says : “Dada ?”

Evidently, there were some remnant of Jason in there, as he recognized both of them. But as soon as he turned to look at Dick, he started screaming and kicking, wanting to get away, and only calming down once he got into your arms.

What was this ? A reaction like little ducklings ? Recognizing the first people you saw as your parents ? Or some distant memories ?

The situation was getting more and more intriguing. But you were sure you’d all figure it all somehow.

None of you could know that Jason would be stuck in this state for a few months…

We need supplies

How to go buy a bunch of baby supplies without looking suspicious ?

Damn, it was annoying sometimes (often), to be so well known in your city. For sure someone would notice Bruce Wayne, no matter how he would disguise himself (ironic, isn’t it ? Everyone always recognized him in the streets, no matter what, yet nobody ever realized he was the Batman). And the same went for each member of the family.

Especially if you’d go buy baby supplies. Imagine the gossip the next day, in the paper ? You couldn't have Jason’s condition known !

You were trying to figure something out, because you did need the supplies. You had to be discreet. Because-

“What about Uncle Clark ?”

Tim’s idea. Of course. And...OF COURSE.

Clark DID have a baby.

Jon.

Maybe he still had some of his stuffs ?

Also, nobody would bat an eye if they saw Clark Kent (who ?) buy diapers and whatnot. And then he could fly right to the Manor, he knew how to be discreet.

It was perfect !

************

You know how you recognize good friends ? They’re here in less than an hour when you need them. With everything you need, too.

Well. It did help that said friend was a metahuman with super-speed. But still.

Clark was there quickly, with clothes, diapers, a baby bed, formula. The perfect “a baby appeared in our life starter kit”.

“Someone gonna tell me what’s going on ?”

Yes, a true friend indeed. The kind of person who comes with “baby supplies” when you ask him to, because it’s an “emergency”, and he doesn’t even ask why up until he did it.

You quickly explained the situation, and after he laughs a little too much, he settles down and asks :

“So, what are you going to do ?”

“Still figuring that out. Have a few lead.”

Clark knows Bruce enough to know that the man isn’t going to tell him more about his plans, so he doesn’t push it. Instead, he turns to Jason, and smiles at him.

“Hey there buddy, how are you doing ?”

He reaches to ruffle his hair, but Jason slaps his hand away, and goes to hide behind his father, reaching up, asking to be picked up.

“He doesn’t like you.”

Bruce says, smirking, way too pleased about what just happened. You can’t help but roll your eyes at his childishness (which always seemed to get out when around Clark), as Superman says :

“But Jason loves me !”

“Adult Jason maybe, but baby Jason knows better.”

“What do you mean ? Hey, hey ! What do you mean ?!”

Bruce doesn't answer, and just snicker, amused by his friend’s reaction. And you find the situation too funny to tell Clark that : Jason is simply a very shy child. He runs away from any person he doesn’t know, you noticed very quickly.

You could’ve told Clark that, and it would’ve settled thing. But it was too funny to witness THE Superman trying to get a one year old kid to like him by bribing him with a wide array of toys, yet failing each times. All while THE Batman kept mocking him and telling Jason that Clark was a “bad man”...

Oh. Oh this would be a memory to preciously keep in mind. What a sight.

************

Slowly, life went back to “normal”. Just, with a toddler Jason instead of an adult one. Which you weren’t sure was more calming, in the end.

Your other children quickly heard the news, and slowly but surely, a sort of routine started in Wayne Manor, in which all of you took care of the boy.

You knew he’d do the same for you.

With Damian

“Gah ?”

“Yes, indeed. Very good choice.”

Damian didn’t notice you, as you snuck up in the room him and Jason were in, and you just looked at the both of them. Your youngest son was such a good older brother, who would’ve thought ?

He was currently drawing with Jason. There was paint everywhere, and Alfred would probably not be very happy (although he actually didn’t mind cleaning this kind of mess). The questioning “gah” Jason gave Damian was apparently about whether he should use blue or not. Of course, Damian said he should. It’d go nicely with Jason’s adorable mess of a painting.

Who knew Damian was that good at baby talk ?

They were calmly drawing together, both laying on the floor. You noticed Damian was actually painting his “little” brother, while Jason…It was abstract, but his “older” brother influence was clearly there as the colors mixed nicely together.

Jason finished his masterpiece, as he held it up with his little hands and exclaimed : “Babaaaa” (his version of “tadaa”, surely).

“Very nicely done, Little Bird, very nicely done indeed.”

“Little bird”…oh, your heart was going to melt. This was Dick’s nickname for Jason (and all his little siblings really, although Jason was the first he called like that, and it was definitely happening more with him, simply because it annoyed him so much, and Dick LOVED to get on his siblings’ nerves).

You never thought Damian would use it one day, after all, you and Bruce never really talked about having more children. You had already quite a handful of them…And no, definitely not, having little Jason around DID NOT make your baby fever go wild.

“You’re very talented you know”, Damian says, patting his brother on the head. Jason seemed so pleased, so proud of himself. And then, then he let out the biggest yawn you’ve ever seen coming out of such a little mouth.

“Ah, it is nap time I see. Come on little bird, I’ll-“

As if it was the most natural thing in the world, Jason just snaked his way in Damian’s arms, and got comfortable. In just a few seconds, his eyes were closed, and he was fast asleep. Aaah, to be a toddler, capable of falling asleep anywhere in a matter of seconds. What a dream.

You thought Damian would stand up, and go to Jason’s room (where you installed a little baby bed,Jaso’ns actual bed being way too big…Bruce had it custom made for his son, which like, is not surprising to anyone). But instead, Damian sat up a little, rearranged Jason in his arms so the little boy would be more comfortable, and stayed still.

He wasn’t moving at all, his “baby” brother cradled in his arms. And here you were, as if hypnotized by the cuteness of the scene.

Your son still hadn’t notice you, and was looking intently at Jason. He brushed a few fingers on his chubby little baby cheek, and after a long silence during which you felt you were literally melting because this was so sweet, you heard Damian’s voice :

“You know, you used to do this for me. I don’t- I don’t really remember exactly, but I just feel it. You used to hold me just like that, when I was a toddler, and I just know you were one of the only person who were able to instantly soothe me. It’s a gut feeling. I know you were there.”

It doesn’t take long before you understand, and you find yourself chocking up.

Damian is talking about his own childhood, foggy memories of a lonely upbringing full of training, fear and harshness. Ras’ was not a tender man, and his grasp on his daughter was, at the time, too strong.

Damian did not grow up like most kid. Like any kid. And yet, amongst all the tough moments, there was one memory he seemed to be holding on…

Jason taking care of him.

You knew your son had been assigned to Damian’s protection. When he didn’t really have any memories of what happened to him, or of who he was. When Ras, out of the compassion he still had hidden deep in his heart, resurrected your boy after the Joker killed him, feeling guilty.

But Jason came back altered, the trauma of his death was too much. He couldn’t quite remember, and with reasons, Ras thought it was better to keep him with the Assassins instead of sending him back to you and Bruce. Of course, Ras being Ras, he took advantage of the fact your son was a well trained boy who could probably do his bidding…

And that’s how Jason became Damian’s protector (and an assassin for a while, but that was another story).

“You’re one of the first memory I have, Jason.”

Damian continues, as you look at them, feeling your heart filling and breaking at the same time.

“You took care of me, protected me from people who wanted to end the “Demon”’s legacy. You don’t really remember, I know. And I don’t either, I was too young. But I have glimpse of moments, furtive memories of it.”

You know Damian would never talk about this to Jason if he hadn’t been turned into a toddler. Both Damian and Jason had trouble expressing their feelings (can you say : “like father, like son” ??).

But it felt like Damian had waited a long time to finally get this off of his chest. To finally speak his mind about it.

He remembers Jason. He remembers how he took care of him, how he was there when nobody else was. He remembers.

“I’ll protect you, Jason. I will. Just like you did for me. I’ll protect you.”

The flood gate was now opened, tears running freely on your cheeks. You discreetly left as Damian was slowly swaying his brother from side to side, and the little boy drifted off to sleep, a sleep full of pleasant dreams as he knew...He knew, he was safe in Damian’s arms.

He was safe.

Not him !!

Zatanna was busy, but she promised to come by as soon as she could, which could take months, given her schedule.

“Bruce, I’m afraid we don’t have a choice.”

“No no, we do. There’s always a choice. And other options.”

“Do you really know that many people with magical powers ?”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Ok, fine. But he’s the one we’re sure is going to be available.”

“I’d rather call Black Adam than him.”

“Bruce...”

Silence. He doesn’t look at you, turning away, clearly pretending to type something on the Batcomputer.

“Bruuuuuuce.”

Yup, he’s definitely ignoring you now.

“Are you sulking, my Broosh ?”

He turns around quickly, and says, a little too intensely :

“I am NOT sulking ! Why would I sulk ? There’s absolutely no reason whatsoever I would. I don’t sulk anyway.”

“You do. Sometimes. You definitely always sulk when we talk about him.”

He glares at you (or at least, he tries, to you, he just looks like an adorable grumpy bear), and you hold his eyes. After a while, seeing you’re not about to back down, he sighs and says : “Fine. Call him.”

Constantine’s Help

“When I received your call, I knew it meant you got yourself into some shingles. But I didn’t expect that.”

John Constantine was standing in front of you and Bruce, and stared at Jason, who was in his father’s arms.

Jason. Jason Todd. The Red Hood. Batman’s son. That tall jacked “boy” who always seemed like he could snap anyone like a twig if he wanted to (and honestly, John wouldn’t put “snapping people like twigs” passed that “kid”).

Jason grew up to be such an imposing man, that it was quite a surprise to see him...Like that.

John thought he couldn’t be more than two years old. Probably one and a half (John had a knack at guessing people’s age, it was...useful for his craft).

He quickly gave his diagnostic of the situation :

“Well, he’s been turned into a toddler.”

“...”

Silence. And then, Bruce, will all the sarcasm he could muster, says :

“...Thanks. We didn’t notice.”

John smiles, always happy to get on Batman’s nerves. He adds :

“Cooking up such a spell requires quite a bit of power. It probably left a trace where it happened. If you show me the place, I think I can figure out a way to retrace it, recreate it, and therefor, hopefully, reverse it. It might take some times, of course.”

“Of course. Thanks anyway for coming.”

“Oh no worries beautiful, for you, I’d always co-”

“Ok thank you, bye now.”

You and John exchanged an amused smile, it was always fun to make Bruce jealous (although he was adamant he never felt jealousy. What a load of cr-). He was now quite literally pushing Constantine out of the house, because he knew the warlock was about to flirt with you.

On purpose. Just to piss him off.

But also, Bruce knew you and John Constantine had a quick fling in the past, and he knew John himself. No way he was about to let him flirt with you. The man had quite a reputation...Nuhu.

Making sure to have a promise from him to work on your son’s case, Bruce then chased him out of the house. Later, he turned to you and said :

“Black Adam would’ve seriously been better.”

With Bruce

“No, Jason. Noo. Oh my god please boy, stop touching all the button. No, JA-”

The boy almost pressed quite a dangerous button, “autodestruction” and all that. And Bruce had enough. He put him on the floor and-

“BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH !!”

Big sad cries. Jason was just balling his eyes out now, and Bruce knew he wouldn’t stop up until he would pick him up again.

You knew he wasn’t going to resist. You gave him 10 seconds max. And ah, you overestimated him. 4 seconds later, Jason was back in his arms, trying to reach every single buttons possible, getting frustrated because Bruce kept stoping him from doing so.

Your husband turned to you, sighing deeply, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

************

He ended up building a “sensory box” for him. Jason always wanted to be held, for some reasons, and disliked being anywhere else but in someone’s arms. The problem was, when he was in Bruce’s, he kept wanting to touch everything on the bat computer.

Of course, for a child, it was quite an attractive thing to touch.

And so, after a few researches, Bruce found out that kids Jason’s age had a lot of “sensory experiences”, and couldn’t help but just touch everything (the same way babies always put stuffs in their mouth).

It didn’t take him long to build a little box, with a bunch of buttons on it, some making noise, some just nice to the touch. It occupied the boy nicely.

Jason would giggle away, playing with his box, and it made Bruce’s heart full, to hear that little laugh.

One night, as he thought you fell asleep in your desk chair (it happened often, although this time, you were just resting a bit), Bruce turned to his son and asked :

“Not tired yet champ ? Should be time for a nap, no ?”

The boy just looked up at him, smiling widely, clearly not tired. He always smiled when looking at Bruce. Of that smile that-

That-

That Bruce hadn’t seen in years.

Not since-

Since-

He felt a tear on his cheek.

“I’m sorry Jason, I’m so sorry..;”

It was like he felt something break in him. Something he held on for so long. Looking at that little boy, who bore the smile of the son he lost all those years ago.

Jason still hadn’t smile like that again yet. You knew it would happen some day. That he would finally heal. But it didn’t happen yet.

And the fact that as a child, innocent and trauma free, that smile came to him so easily...It awoke all of Bruce’s guilt. All of his heartbreak.

Bruce’s sadness distressed the boy.

“ ’Ou ok ? Ok dada, ok ?”

“You ok ?” he was asking. Which made Bruce’s emotions surge even more. Jason as always been such a nice kid. He didn’t deserve what happened to him.

He didn’t deserve it. If only he never met him..

Jason was standing in Bruce’s lap now, on tippy toes, barely reaching his father’s face and…slowly comforting him.

That was your Jason.

Even as a small child, always so compassionate, sweet, and caring.

“No cwy, no cwy, all ok.” He said, patting his father’s cheek, and smiling, hoping he would console his father.

Yes. Jason has always been such a good person.

Bruce knew he wasn’t going to be able to stop his emotions, and so as to not further distress his son, he just hugged him tight. Close to his heart. And his warmth and little giggles were such a nice comfort...

Nightmares

When John was here, he said that it was possible that he had some remnant of memories of who he was. Which was probably why he called you and Bruce “mama” and “dada” right away.

But it was also probably why at night, when he was all alone in his bedroom, he would have horrendous nightmares and scream his lungs out.

You learned to recognize his cries, over the months. Sometimes, he was hungry, sometimes, he demanded attention, sometimes, he wanted this or that...His cries during the night were haunting.

There was no doubt in your mind, neither in Bruce’s, that he had recurring nightmares. And you didn't have to think much about it to know what those were.

You didn’t want to think about it. You didn’t need to. As long as you were there, when he woke up, panicked...

************

Panicked.

Exactly the word that would describe the first time it happened, on the first night Jason came to the Manor, turned into a young child.

Screams. Of a deep seated fear.

It was horrible, to hear such a sound knowing it was your “baby” who was currently very afraid.

Both you and Bruce rushed to him. He was just coming back from patrol when Jason started to wail.

You barge in his bedroom, and he’s crying. Big salty tears running down his face, crying so much it’s hard to breath.

Bruce is faster than you, and he reaches for his son. Jason’s naturally put his arms up, definitely wanting to be picked up.

It took a good ten minutes before the boy calmed down, exhausted from crying, slowly falling back asleep in his father’s arms.

Bruce didn’t leave Jason’s bedroom that night, and you didn’t either. You all cuddle up in his actual bed. The double bed he usually use when he crash at the Manor.

Jason falls asleep in the middle of you and Bruce, his tiny little hands clutching your fingers. Yours, and your husband’s, each arm on each side of him.

You don’t dare to move, afraid he’ll wake up. And in the night, when Bruce moves a little too much in his sleep and Jason’s hand sleep away from his finger, the boy wakes up, and starts to panic as he thinks he’s alone, before being soothed back to sleep by his father, who always had a light sleep, and woke up the instant he heard the smallest of whimper.

************

Each night. Each night he wakes up at least once, screaming, crying, afraid. Afraid of what ? You can only guess.

John did warn you about this. During his sleep, he’s most likely to remember his past life.

You can only assume than when he’s all alone in his bed, he has horrible nightmares. But when you sleep with him, or when he’s asleep with Bruce or his siblings, the way he clutches at you, the way he peacefully sleeps...it feels like he remembers the good time.

He seemed terrified of the dark. Understandably so, when you knew his history.

Poor baby, always so afraid to be all alone.

With Tim

“Um, was spaghetti really the best idea, Tim ?”

You came in the room just as Bernard was asking this question to your son, and. Oh. Oh the carnage. (A/N : For those who don’t/didn’t follow more recent comics and such, Bernard is a childhood school friend of Tim with whom he sort of lost contact after he got adopted by Bruce, and they recently reconnected and are now dating J)

“It’s his favorite food ! I mean, adult him. I swear once, I saw him only spaghetti for two weeks straight, with different sauces every time. But his favorite is bolognese. I guess...It wasn’t the best idea here.”

Jason is COVERED with pasta. His entire face is red, tiny pieces of meat stuck to his cheeks. The little fork Tim gave him is discarded on the floor, and the boy is eating with his hands.

Handful of pasta, out of which very few actually reach his mouth, and even less enter it. Most of it is just splayed all over his face.

“I see babysitting is going well.” you say, amused.

Bernard stands up quickly, as if you’re his boss or something. You smile at him, and say : “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you boys. Having fun ?”

Tim sighs, knowing you’re mocking him a bit. But Bernard is still a little tense. After all, he’s been introduced into the family not very long ago. Tim finally felt confident enough to introduce him to you guys, and of course he was met with a warm welcomed. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t still a little nervous in your presence.

Especially since you were THE (Y/N) Wayne. And oh god, he could never relax around Bruce (which honestly was your husband’s fault, he was always suspicious of his children’s boyfriends/girlfriends at first, and still considered Tim, one of his youngest, like his baby bird).

“Mama !” Jason said excitedly, and then he took another handful of pasta, and threw it on Tim. You could see he didn’t do it on purpose. That he was just SO excited his body didn’t quite respond with the proper coordination.

Tim turned to you, blasé.

You and Bernard burst out into laughter, this was quite the scene.

Jason giggled, and Tim couldn’t help but smile. Who would’ve thought that his brother could be so adorable ? Adult Jason was quite different.

Still adored his brother though. Jason often bragged about how smart Tim was, as if him himself wasn’t (which wasn’t true, Jason was extremely intelligent, he just had a massive imposter syndrome). And Tim was Jason’s first little brother, he doted over him all the time.

Of course, Jason was close from Damian too, but with Tim, it was something different.

Because Tim “replaced” Jason. In a way. He was the one which brought some light back in Bruce’s heart. The one that helped you start to heal from the wound Jason’s death gave you.

Jason thought he had to hate Tim, at first. Because he was “replacing” him. But he quickly realized he couldn’t do that.

Because Tim was Tim.

And he was himself.

Jason had never been a hateful person. So sure, he was angry at his father, angry at the world for how unfair he was treated. But he couldn’t be angry to someone who had nothing to do with it.

Plus, when Tim came in, he was so adorable, and SUCH a fanboy. How could Jason not instantly adopt him as his brother ?

“Adorable”. That’s what Tim was thinking about baby Jason now.

Funny, how life could go full circle like that, sometimes, right ?

“Pabgeti !” Jason yelled, happy, showing his food (that once again was more all over his face than anywhere else). And then he pointed at Tim, and repeated : “Pabgeti !”

You smiled, and said : “Tim made you some spaghetti ? He’s nice isn’t he ?”

Jason nod his little head, and smiled widely at Tim and-

Any trace of annoyance, or anything else, vanished. Ah. Funny. Even as a baby, Jason was always there to make sure Tim felt home.

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Sat down in the sofa in his room (with the door open, Bruce’s rules...he was so old school), Tim and Bernard were holding hands as they looked at Jason who was playing on the floor in front of them.

The little boy turned around, saw the linked hands, and creased his eyebrows. He crawled on all four towards the sofa, managed to get on his feet and he separated both hands.

“What, not you too Jason.”

But the little boy would have none of it. He refused to let Bernard get back closer to his brother, and kept glaring at him, as if afraid he was going to still Tim away.

It was very cute, to be honest. And although Tim could’ve been annoyed, he actually felt quite happy and warm.

First steps

Jason had simply refused to walk so far.

So, nothing prepared you nor Bruce to witness what was about to happen.

It had been a month since Jason turned into a toddler. John did say he never heard of such a spell, and would have to do some thorough research (although Bruce suspected him to take his time, just because he thought the situation was funny, and because he loved to spite him).

He crawled everywhere, for sure. It was a nightmare, actually. He truly only listened to you and Alfred, and would way too many time try to escape his siblings’ surveillance.

He hid in a basket once, fell asleep in it, as they all looked for him, panicked.

Yes, he crawled, and got into tiny spaces where it was hard to get to him...But he never walked.

Until now.

You were laying leisurely on the couch, legs across your husbands lap, looking at your son playing on the floor, thinking about how weird your life was sometimes.

One of your boy turning back into a toddler. How odd really.

Jason was sitting on the floor, playing with some toys. And then, he got on all four, and your heart beamed as you noticed Bruce’s body tense. He was ready to get his son if need be (for real, that kid really managed to get himself stuck in the strangest places).

But Jason didn’t move. Instead, he pushed with his little arms and...

He was on his feet.

Standing. Standing ! Albeit his legs were shaky and it felt he would fall back on his butt any seconds, he was standing !

He took one step, and was falling forward wh-

You felt your legs being pushed aside. Not violently or anything, Bruce knew how to be delicate.

You felt it, and then somehow, your husband was near your son, catching him before he hit the ground. Damn. You forgot sometimes that he had insane reflexes.

Jason was giggling now, evidently very pleased with himself that he managed to stand up. He looked at Bruce, smiling widely, and started to blabber in baby talk. Non-stop.

Bruce chuckled. An affectionate and sweet chuckle. And he said :

“Yes yes, very impressive. You’re so strong. You’re so strong, little one. Can you do it again ?”

Bruce sad the boy back on the floor. Jason smiled, looked at him again, said :

“Dada ! Babubya !” (whatever it meant)

And he stood up once again. Took one step, two, once again his father’s arms caught him before he could fall.

“Aaaah baba baba !” Jason exclaimed, very proud of himself.

“You did so good !”

Bruce was as excited as his son, and it was the cutest thing to witness. Leading the life you lead, you never got to have a baby in the house before then...So this was how it felt, to saw them take their first steps.

This time, Jason made four steps before crashing in his dad’s arms (which you suspected he did on purpose, because he thought it was fun).

By the end of the day, he could walk on his own and on quite a distance. When Damian came home from school, he was greeted by an extremely proud little Jason, who walked towards him, exclaiming :

“DamDam wak !” (which you translated to something along the lines of : “Damian I can walk”).

Oh. The feels.

With Dick

Dick found Jason first. He hadn’t heard a word of his brother the entire day, and got worried. Which yes, for many it’s ridiculous but...

Dick cannot help it. He HAS to have at least a text from his family members every 24 hours, or he freaks out. And, could you blame him, with the life you lead ?

The only exceptions were if you warned him first. “Hey, I won’t be there for the next four days, don’t worry before the fifth one haha !” then he wouldn't insist. And all of you knew by then, that you “needed” to give him a head’s up whenever you wouldn’t be reachable.

And to be honest, if it could reassure your son, you’d definitely go the extra mile. Every member of your family would.

So when Jason didn’t warn him about not being available, and didn’t answer his texts and calls, Dick panicked.

He knew he shouldn’t, that his brother was probably all right. But he couldn’t help it, he had to quickly check.

He went to where Jason’s phone pinpointed (of course he put trackers in everyone’s phones. After all, Bruce was his teacher, right ?), one of his hideout, on the outskirt of Gotham.

He came in through a window, as usual, and...

That where he found a baby. A baby fast asleep, in a pool of what he knew were Jason’s clothes.

A baby that, evidently...was Jason ??

************

“Do you think he remembers us ? Or who he is ?” Dick asks you, looking at his little brother who’s happy to be held in your arms.

“I’m not sure. He did call me mama, and is calling Bruce dada. I don’t know if it’s just natural, or if he has some remnants of memories. Because clearly, he’s “just” a baby, and not Jason stuck in a baby’s body. I mean. It is Jason. But an actual baby version of him. Know what I mean ?”

“Yes, I do.”

There’s a small silence, before Dick has an idea :

“Ok well, let’s see if he does sort of remember but can’t quite voice it. Hey little man, I’m-”

“NO !” Little Jason says, slapping Dick right in the face and pushing him away.

“Ok, it’s definitely Jason...Except, like him when he first came here. He used to downright hate me haha.”

“He didn’t hate you...”

“He kind of did.”

“No, he didn’t. He just- He just wanted to show everyone he could be just like you, if not better. He wanted recognition.”

“Which I...did not give him.”

Regret was obvious in Dick’s voice, and it broke your heart. For once, you weren’t sure what to say. Because it was kind of true, that at first, Dick wasn’t the nicest towards Jason. Things didn’t go as smoothly as you wished.

But neither you nor Jason or Bruce ever blamed Dick for it. It was a time in which he was lost, and always so angry. He left the manor because of it.

Long story short, Dick hadn’t always been the best brother. Jason’s death profoundly changed him...

Now, he couldn’t imagine his life without his siblings. And he could definitely not imagine not being the oldest one.

It actually hurt a bit, Jason’s rejection. The boy was now hiding his face in the crook of your neck, clearly not wanting to be held by Dick.

Ah, but your son had an idea.

“Coming back in a sec.”

He disappears for a bit, and comes back indeed just a few minutes later with a- Ah. Yes. Of course.

He has a cookie in hand. Jason’s weakness. He’s never been able to resist a cookie, especially not those baked by Alfred, like he one Dick was holding. The boy looks curiously at him, and then at the cookie, obviously interested.

Dick breaks it in smaller pieces, and hand it to him, Jason immediately proceeded to suckle on it and-

That was it really. Dick managed to get him in his arms, and from then and on, Jason never rejected him again.

“Bribing him with cookies always worked.”

“Um, excuse me, bribing ? Why did you need to bribe him before ?”

“Oops haha.”

And then he was gone, escaping your question by quickly leaving the room. You shake your head, aaah, those boys.

************

Jason started to seek Dick, now. Whether it was because he wanted more cookies, or to see his brother, nobody could quite say...

DADA !

Baby Jason adored Bruce.

Adult Jason too, though he would never admit it. Not anymore. Not after what happened to him...

But he did. Adore his father. That’s probably why he found it so hard to forgive him for not killing the Joker after what he did to him. Ah, but this was another story. For now, Jason as a one year old was an absolute Bruce fanboy.

He loved you too, it was obvious. He came to you whenever he wanted comfort, or cuddles, or anything of the like. You were his mama, and at that age, he would choose you over anybody else.

But, Bruce ?

“DADA !!”

Jason would exclaim whenever he saw him in the evening, when your husband would come home from work. And then he'd do his little toddler run towards him, and Bruce would catch him in his arms.

So heartwarming.

You took time off of work, you were pretty independent anyway so nobody really minded. You took time off of work, so you could help Alfred with Jason. You saw that little boy all day.

But Bruce ?

Ah Bruce. He still had to work. The responsibilities of owning such large enterprises made it impossible to take more than a day or two off. So he would see your son only in the morning, and evening before bed time.

It was enough, though.

“DADA !!”

Jason would yell excitedly, running to him.

Bruce found himself waiting for this moment with great anticipation. Your son would melt anyone’s heart, with his cute little face, big blue eyes, dark hair and that infamous streak of white...He was such a cute toddler.

But Bruce ?

Ah, Bruce’s heart had always been soft for his family, unbeknownst to many. How could he resist that child ?

“DADA !!”

Running little feet on the floor. Giggles as he was lifted off of it. And then he’d put his hands on his father’s cheeks, and just...smile.

Of that recognizable and pure “Jason smile” he used to always have before-

What if Jason couldn’t be turned back into an adult ? Was that such a bad thing ?

He had another chance right now.

Bruce had another chance. Another shot at not screwing up. At keeping him far from this “Batman” business.

Another chance...

But was this really your, or Bruce’s decision to make ?

No. No it wasn’t.

“DADA !!”

Run. Catch. Hug.

A shame, that you both knew this was but a chimera which had to end one day.

With Alfred

You almost missed it. But as often in your life, fate made it so you managed to make it just in time.

A few minutes before or after, and you wouldn’t have seen it. Because for sure, if he had seen you, he wouldn’t have done it. And if you came just a little later, you simply would’ve never had any idea it happened.

Here they were.

Baby Jason laying in Alfred’s arms, as the butler sat in a comfortable arm chair, in the library.

🎵🎵 “Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea, And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff Oh, Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail” 🎵🎵

Singing.

Alfred was singing to him.

And Jason was utterly enthralled by the song, his big blue eyes staring at his “grandfather”. He was holding one of the butler’s hand with both of his, tightly. And you were sure your son didn’t even notice how much he clutched at the old man’s hand.

Neither of them noticed you, standing there, looking through the crack of the half-opened door.

🎵🎵 “Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name” 🎵🎵

Captivated, Jason let Alfred caress his little head with his free hand, not realizing what he was doing.

Putting him to sleep, surely.

🎵🎵 “Oh, Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys One gray night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more” 🎵🎵

Oh my God. This song was actually incredibly sad. But Alfred’s soft voice interpreted it so perfectly, that it was beyond soothing at the same time.

Baby Jason didn’t really understand the lyrics anyway, he just seemed to find the song beautiful. It was made obvious by how his eyes got a little misty.

The boy was moved, and it was truly magical. Such a young mind, touched by all the love poured into this song by his grandfather.

🎵🎵 “And Puff, that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave” 🎵🎵

The song reminded you of Jason and Bruce too much. You felt like crying, and you didn’t hold the tears back when they started to fell.

It was a bittersweet feeling. Sadness because of all the hardship they both went through, but happiness because they managed to overcome them.

Bittersweet.

Because their strong bond, their father/son love, was so important to both of them, that it became the source of so many conflicts and pain.

🎵🎵 “So Puff, that mighty dragon, sadly slipped into his cave Oh, Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee” 🎵🎵

“Sadly slipped into his cave”, was this song specifically written for your Bruce or what ? Yes. Yes it fitted Bruce and Jason’s story so well.

It made you choke with emotions.

“He used to sing that to me when I was a child.”

You didn’t hear him come in, in fact, you felt his arms wrap around your waist before he even made a sound.

Your Broosh. And his warmth is so comforting.

In the library, Alfred starts singing the song again, after Jason was babbling in baby talk, clearly asking for more. Ah, and the old butler was never able to resist any of those kids.

“What is it ? The song.”

“Puff the Magic Dragon, by Peter Paul and Mary. It used to be my favorite song. I think it still is...” (A/N : I highly recommend listening to it once, just to get the feel...I love that song)

You both listen to Alfred sing to Jason. The boy is clearly in love with that song, too. Bruce whispers :

“It used to soothe me, no matter what. As a baby, at least according to my parents. And I’d only want Alfred to sing it, nobody else. Not even my mother or father. When they died he-”

🎵🎵 “Oh, Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee”🎵🎵

“He used to sing it every single night. And it always helped me to fall asleep, even when I thought I wasn’t going to be able to. I love that song.”

“Yes, yes I think- I think I do too.”

You and Bruce stayed there for a while. Holding onto each other for comfort. Listening to that lovely song, while Jason was slowly falling asleep, a smile on his lips.

Trouble and Jealousy

Jason wasn’t even two, in that state, yet he was already quite a smart boy.

Everyone always thought Tim was the brain of this little cluster of siblings, and although often they weren't wrong, all of your children were intelligent, and great strategist.

And evidently, it showed in young Jason right now.

He quickly found he had a knack to get out of trouble. He just had to look at people with cute eyes, and boom. It was done.

Something his siblings weren’t too fan of, because it worked way too well on their mom ! And ever since Jason was turned into a toddler, said mom, you, got her attention a little too focused on him !

The kids were rarely jealous of each other, especially because you and Bruce always found time for each and everyone of them. There were NO favorites, in the Wayne household.

But a toddler demanded much more attention than a, say, 8 years old child. And definitely more than an adult.

Oddly enough, Damian didn’t mind too much. He took his big brother role very seriously, and had a very : “Jason (as a baby at least) can do no wrong” kind of mindset. Even if it was obvious the boy did something he wasn’t supposed to, Damian would defend him, and fight anyone who wouldn’t leave it alone. Which Jason noticed quickly.

Running to his mom or to Damian became a habit, when he caused...Utter chaos. Honestly, there was no other words.

He was a very energetic boy, and although he was very sweet, obedient and nice, it seemed he always came up with the worst of ideas !

Which is what Tim discovered, as he came in the kitchen and found his little brother devouring cookies, sat in the middle of SO MUCH FLOUR !

“Jason, what did you do ??”

Jason looked at him, and giggled. He giggled, the little devil ! Tim went to him, picked him up, and was about to scold him a little (as he should) when you entered the kitchen.

“Oh. My. God. What happened ?!”

Tim was of course about to say Jason somehow got on the counters and such, but the little boy in his arms, after looking at him, a mischievous look in his eyes...started crying.

Big cries that Tim knew were fake. Oh, the crocodile tears !

But it worked on you. It worked really well indeed.

You went to him, took him into your arms, patting his back to comfort him, holding him close.

“Shush shush, it’s ok baby, it’s ok. Tim, please can you clean the mess ?”

And then you left, consoling little Jason...Little Jason who wasn’t sad at all ! He was still making crying sound, but Tim swore he saw a smile on his face as he looked at him and their eyes crossed when their mother left the room !

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Dick was easily jealous, if you gave more attention to another of your kid. After all, he had been a lonely child for quite some years before Jason came in. He was used, for so long, to be the sole receiver of your attention (fighting for it with Bruce, though).

Even as an adult, when he came to see you, you’d make sure to have time for him. You saw less of each other since he moved to Bludhäven, so when he came by, you dropped everything to spend time with him.

Dick LOVED it. Maybe he had always been a bit of an attention seeker, but you couldn’t blame him. He had been an only child for years, even before he met you and Bruce. Old habits die hard.

So recently, when, whenever he came by, you would take care of Jason, he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

He hated to feel jealous of his siblings. He thought he grew out of that. Most of his conflicts with Jason, years ago, when the boy first came in, were born from Dick being jealous and thinking Bruce replaced him without a second thought (very wrong).

Also, Jason was currently a toddler. Of course he’d have more attention.

Didn’t mean Dick didn’t feel jealous though. Sigh. Damn.

But then-

Then whenever Jason saw his oldest brother, he would jump on his feet and run to him, and Dick felt like he was the most important person on the planet because of how the boy looked at him.

He would never admit it now, but Jason had always greatly admired Dick. He was his model. His hero.

Seemed like things never changed, eh.

Ah. Well, Jason always got away with almost everything, with Dick. Some things will never change indeed, no matter the age.

And just like that, any jealous feeling vanished.

With Cassandra

Jason was mesmerized by Cass.

Whenever he would start to cry, or feel cranky, she’d dance for him.

Ballet.

He loved it.

He would instantly stop crying, and just stare, utterly captivated, entranced. And then when she’d be done, he’d smile, widely, and raise his arms to make her understand he wants her to pick him up.

And she would, of course.

Cass and Jason never spoke a word, never made a sound. They seemed perfectly content in just being with each other.

Often, Jason would look for his “big” sister, and just sit with her, looking at whatever she’s doing. Even if, say, she read a book with no picture. He’d just look at the words, and at his sister, perfectly content.

Tim quickly renamed Cass “The Baby soother”.

Jason could be a little destructive, as a toddler. He broke way too many vase, and the more people (that weren’t his mom or Damian) told him “no”, the more he wanted to do it.

Yet Cass would come in, and it’s like she knew the button to turn him off. Even if in the middle of a tantrum, she’d just dance, and Jason would calm down.

It was magic, really.

Jason and Cass had both very strong childhood trauma. It seemed to please her that her brother’s bad experience had now been erased.

“Can’t we keep him like that ?”

She once asked. You answered : “I wish. But it’s not our decision...”

You couldn’t possibly decide for your son like that. You couldn’t, for selfish reasons, decide to keep him as a baby, letting him grow up differently. You couldn’t.

“I know..”

She said sadly. Seeing her sad made Jason sad, and the boy was about to cry when-

His favorite thing. She started dancing for him. This time picking him up to dance with him.

Because she was going to take every chance she got to make her brother’s “new” childhood the most memorable, calming, and warm possible.

Jason Todd

Finally, after three whole months, Constantine came back.

With good news.

“I found a way to reverse it, but it might be a little long.”

And long it was indeed. With the help of Bruce, it took him the entire day to perform the ritual that would give Jason his adult body back (and mind, hopefully...John wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t about to tell that to any of you. Oops).

It worked.

Jason was there, actually Jason. And according to John, there would be no permanent damage. He managed to bring both body and spirit back.

He warned them he would sleep for a while, the shock of the transformation being exhausting.

Jason slept the entire day, when he woke up, he was groggy and still tired, his first words being :

“Mom.”

Of course, because he saw you first.

“Dad.”

Bruce felt a pang in his chest. Jason’s first instinct was to call for him too.

“...The FUCK happened ?!”

And your Jason was back to his normal self, for better and for worst. You wouldn’t have it any other way. As you told him the story of the past few months, you realized that you would never forget the memory of Jason as a baby, and how sweet that kid has (and will) always be(en).

And when he says : “The last thing I remember is being with that girl, oh I forgot her name now. Anyway I was with her, because I suspected she was a metahuman and wanted to make sure, but she didn’t say anything. Then she was all like : “well if you’re going to act like a child, then you might as well be one” and...And that’s it, that’s all I remember.”, you all bursted out into laughter.

“You might as well be one” indeed. Of course, Jason would piss of a magician capable of transforming people.

Years later, you’d learn said girl was a disciple of Klarion, and everything finally made sense.

I want to be an older brother

Damian started to understand, those months. The feeling you get, as an older brother. The intense need to protect your younger sibling, to teach them things, to be there for him.

And looking back on his life since he joined you and Bruce at Wayne Manor ? All his older brothers and sister did exactly that for him.

Jason, always did that for him. Ever since he was a baby. And Damian ? He wanted to be that for someone too.

“Being an older brother is pretty fun...”

Damian told you, not long after Jason turned back into his adult form.

And you could see he wished he wasn’t the youngest one, for once. Damian definitely enjoyed his junior status, he knew he could get away with a lot of things with his siblings and parents (funny enough, Jason was the softest one who would let him get away with stuffs that honestly weren’t too good), but having a toddler around seemed to make him want to be an older brother...How funny, how destiny works.

You weren’t going to lie. It was nice, to have such a small kid home. You and Bruce never got to raise a child from birth, for obvious reasons. Not that you regretted anything, or the life you lead until then. It was just...Nice, to have a little kiddo around.

Funny, how things work.

Was it fate, that made it so you had a certain news not long after that adventure with Jason being turned into a toddler by a wizard he offended ?

Fate, that made Damian’s wish a possibility. Fate, that made it so you discovered that you were actually...

Pregnant.

To be continue ?

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If you thought this was another excuse for me to write more toddler with Bruce and Batmom...then you were right haha. I’ve been in a mood my friends, and I love writing babies. Jason as a “lil lad” who has (almost) a chance at a good childhood makes my heart warm, but it can’t happen so next best thing ? Wizardry. Haha. I almost want to write a “turned toddler” story for each batsiblings hehe.

Hope you enjoyed ! As per usual comments and reblogs are very welcomed :)

PS : I tweaked a little Jason’s story with the Al’Ghuls after he got resurrected, just because…I wanted to haha. So, Damian’s part is heavily inspired by actual canon stories, but maybe, JUST MAYBE, I made it so Jason and Damian’s relationship was stronger that it is portrayed to be, just because, again, I can. And I love that headcanon.

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When you’re your husband’s biggest simp - Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : In which Batmom (you), is HYPING Bruce up A LOT. Because like, have you seen the man ?? He IS handsome and smart and beautiful and brave and *insert more ramble here about how much of a simp we all are for Bruce Wayne*.

I realized something yesterday : I wrote HUNDREDS of stories of Bruce (or the kids) hyping Batmom up, but I don’t think I ever wrote a story where she’s the one hyping him up ?? I shall correct that fatal mistake in this story. Hope you’ll like it, as usual comments/reblogs are welcomed :) :

Please, do not repost my stories anywhere else, under any other form, do not translate and then repost them either. Thank you.

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Bruce hated himself.

He hated himself for not being able to save his parents.

He hated himself for the way he treated Alfred after they died, and for the way he abandoned him to go train far away.

He hated himself for not being able to save everyone.

He hated himself because he knew he had issues, he knew he wasn’t well...yet he continued on the dark and lonely path of being “The Batman”. Vengeance itself.

He hated himself for not being able to save Dick’s parents.

He hated himself for not being able to convey his feelings properly, and to show how much he cared for that little boy. To show his love, the fatherly love he quickly felt towards him.

He hated himself because he wanted so much for Dick not to be like him, but could he ever achieve that ? Yes, the boy was happier and brighter, but if he stayed with him...Could Dick really have a good future ?

He hated himself because he knew he was violent and his ways weren’t always good. But at least...At least Dick was a good kid. It was good, that he went off by himself with the Titans, to cool down. And Bruce hated himself for missing him so much. Wasn’t this what he wanted ? To make sure Dick could move on, unlike him, who couldn’t forget his past ?

His hatred for himself went through the roof with Jason. He hated himself for not being able to protect him. He wanted to die, when he realized his son was still alive, hating him maybe even more than he hated himself (which was a feat). He wanted to die, and not feel anything ever again, when he lost his son, and when he realized what Jason became...He couldn’t save him...he couldn’t save him...

He couldn’t save Damian either. Nor could he be there when Tim needed him the most. And Cassandra ? Did he ever do anything good for her ? Ah, he couldn’t save Duke’s parents, if only he had killed the Joker...

Yes. Bruce hated himself so much, sometimes, it was unbearable. And so he hid his feelings, he pretended to be cold, to not care, even.

It was easier, to push everyone away. To keep them at bay, and act as if he didn’t feel anything. But the truth was...

The truth was that he felt everything.

He had always been an overly sensitive child, “hypersensitive”, they even said. And he had to beat this side of him down, to pretend he lost all feelings...It was vital, in a way.

He couldn’t survive otherwise, he couldn't keep going if he always let his emotions out. He would not have survived his parents’ death. He would not have survived his son(s) death. He-

It was just easier. To hide the fact he hated himself so much. To hide all feelings. To pretend. His facade was so well polished, and perfected over the years !

But then-

Then you came along.

Yes. Bruce hated himself. Past tense.

There were still moments Bruce had a hard time to live with himself, and went back to old habits. But...

But ever since you entered his life, things changed.

Because you loved him. Wholly and unconditionally. And if someone loved him so much, someone he loved to death too, someone he found to be the most amazing person he ever met. If that someone loved him so damn much, then maybe...Maybe, he wasn’t so bad ?

Even when he was a jerk to you. Even in his darkest time.

You found him. Took none of his crap. Told him off, and brought him back on a way full of life.

No matter how hard things got, and oh, they sometimes became so hard you felt like you were not going to be able to keep going, you stayed.

And you told him. You told him how much you loved him, how important he was, how-

You made him believe it.

There were still moments he hated himself, and felt like he would fall back into old habits of punishing himself by pushing everyone away, and becoming “Vengeance” once again. But now...

Now he had you. And you never shied away from telling him how great he was.

Bruce hated himself, but you love him.

It’s funny, how someone can think another person is their savior.

Before you met Bruce, you were destined to have a certain life you knew you would’ve hated. And then you met him.

Your light.

You knew Bruce thought that you were the one who saved him, that you were the one who kept him together. Your husband always had a tendency to put you on a pedestal, and think you were the greatest human who ever lived.

The truth was, you desperately needed him. You were a highly flawed individual, and you were very aware of your flaws...except when he was with you.

He always knew what to say, how to make you feel safe and loved, how to make you feel like you were the most important person on the planet.

And it killed you to know how he could be so hard on himself sometimes.

You had made it your mission, long ago, to erase all those feelings inside him. You knew it was going to be a long journey. You knew there were times he wouldn’t believe you. Because you were the same.

You were the same.

Sometimes, you didn’t believe him when he told you you were the most beautiful woman he ever met, the one he loved the most, the only one he had eyed for (oh but if anyone could’ve told you : when you were in the room, he really did have only eyes for you, not noticing any other women nor men because you occupied all his thoughts).

You knew he didn’t always believe you...But you were never going to stop telling him how great he was.

You were NEVER going to stop hyping the love of your life up.

Before you even met him

“Have you heard of that guy, um, the rich one who just came back? Because (Y/N), he’s hot.”

“What ?”

It was too early in the morning for your best friend’s shenanigans. What, it wasn’t even 7 am, you were about to go buy coffee before going to school (it was exam week at your high school, you needed the caffeine), and here he was, talking to you about some random rich man who “came back”. Came back from where anyway ? Ugh, this SO didn’t interest you.

You were about to take an important maths test, you really didn’t care about some random handsome billionaire who was going to flaunt his wealth all around Gotham, pretending to care about the city while not doing anything to help it.

“Bruce Wayne, it’s Bruce Wayne ! You know, from THE Wayne family !”

“Ugh, yeah, I kind of got that from the fact his last name is “Wayne”...”

Your friend ignored your snarky comment, staring at the cover of the magazine you still didn’t even look at, where, you assume, was probably a picture of that “Bruce Wayne”.

You had faint memories of him. Years ago, he suddenly disappear from Gotham and like um, his butler ? His adoptive father ? You couldn’t even remember the guy’s name, but he told the press his “Master Wayne” (cringe) went to school abroad or something.

Again. You didn’t care. You had your head full of equations. You would’ve done anything for your best friend to STOP talking about that dude.

“Just look at him (Y/N), he’s so your type ! Come oooon !”

“Ugh, I don’t have a type, and you-”

He shoved the cover in front of your face, definitely forcing you to look at it and...Wow.

Oh.

Oh no.

He was hot.

No. Fuck. No. Wait. Noooo, but your maaaaaths ! Damn your brain for going : “hot man + handsome face = you’re not going to remember Pythagoras’ theorem”.

“Shit.” You say, and your friend just looks at you with an expression that clearly means : “RIGHT ?! Told ya.”. You take the magazine, automatically reading the title of it.

“The prodigal son returns : after years away, Bruce Wayne is finally back in town. And he has a plan !”

You weren’t going to lie, you didn’t even care about the plan, kinda obnubilated by how hot he looked. Nooo, you thought you passed the age of having instant crush on random men !

"He looks like a douche.”

You say, trying to hide the fact that, annoyingly, your friend was right when he said that man was your type. Ugh, couldn’t he not look so ridiculously good smiling at the paparazzis like that ?!

“Well, he’s already hot as fuck, he can’t get all the qualities right ? That’d be unfair. He looks like such a himbo.”

You nod, and add : “a doumbo”. Your friend look at you curiously, and you say :

“Ya know, the combination of a himbo and a douche. Like, himbos aren’t always douche bags, but look at him, and his dumb sexy smirk. He must be a douche.”

“A doumbo. A himche ?”

“Some would say, a Douchbo.”

“A Himbouche, even.”

“Haha, himbouche. Sounds French and fancy.”

And that was all you needed to burst out into laughter. A well needed fit of laugh, before arriving in front of your maths test and realizing that...You can’t remember anything of your lessons, as the face of that “Himbouche” kept coming back into your head. Physical appearance didn’t even mean that much ! Personality was your jam ! Ah but with handsome men like that, how could you even pretend not to be interested ?

Ugh. It’s not like you’d ever had a chance to even meet him !

But you met him.

You could mock that cover all you wanted, the fact remained that you kept that magazine for a long time, too long to divulge it because it’s really embarrassing when you think about it.

Thanks the gods you managed to hid it from Bruce. He never even knew you owned that magazine, and like, good. He would’ve never let you hear the end of it.

You first met him at a gala, in which you felt very uncomfortable.

A charity, to open more libraries in Gotham. Your charity. You send him an invitation on the off chance he would come and...Here he was.

You noticed him instantly, but he was busy and you were definitely not going to introduce yourself first.

Somehow, you ended up speaking to a bunch of women you didn’t know the name of, but you often saw them in pictures participating in galas and such. They were probably rich. You had most likely Bruce Wayne to thank for them coming, because your charity ? Clearly not their crowd.

“So tell me, um...?”

“(Y/N).”

“Ah yes, (Y/N), what an adorable name.”

Could someone sound even faker ? Probably not. You could feel your eye twitch a little, but you promised yourself not to snap back at any possible donator. It was hard.

“So, tell me (Y/N), how did you manage to get Bruce Wayne to come here ? He usually only comes to um, important events. Not that your little thing isn’t, it’s just- you know.”

You did know. But you weren’t going to let this people intimidate you so you said :

“Actually, I don’t. Would you care to explain what you really mean ?”

That put them in an awkward position of course, because as much as these people were good at insinuating things and being snarky, they never seemed to outright speak their mind. Which often worked to your advantage.

The woman cleared her throat, and you said (regretting it immediately) :

“Bruce Wayne actually comes to a lot of the smaller events, and always donate gracefully to good cause. He’s clearly not the snobby man you think he is, just last week he was at a small neighborhood place which was trying to get money to open a basketball court in the Narrows. He’s amazing.”

All those years ago, when you called him a “himbouche” with your friend, you couldn’t be more wrong. His action spoke for themselves, he really turned the city around. Plus, he financed the Batman, which is something you couldn’t ignore. How great was that ?!

You might’ve spoken a little too vehemently, because the woman facing you smirked. One of those almost evil smirk which meant she was about to try to humiliate you. And indeed, she said, loud enough for everyone to hear :

“What, you have a crush on Bruce Wayne or something ? That’s cute.”

Deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Murder was not on your list tonight. You smiled, of that same fake smile she harbored, and said :

“Please, who doesn’t ?”

You decided that it was easier to not even lie, to not pretend you don’t have a crush on the man. Because, well, you knew you were definitely not the only one. And there wasn’t any shame in having a little crush on someone.

Plus, the way that person said “that’s cute” really irked you. You were not about to let someone mock you like that. Even if you knew there were no chance that he’d be interested in you, the way they said it, “oh that’s cute” as if it was a given he’d never notice you, really made you mad.

“A crush on me, you say ?”

What ? No. Fuck. Ah. He was right behind you right ? Bruce Wayne ? Yeah. You were never going to turn around ever again. Ignoring him seemed like the rational thing to do.

Your flawless plan of not turning around was, however...Flawed. He literally just had to move in front of you. Which he did.

“Bruuuucie, how nice it is to see you !”

The woman instantly latched on him, but he downright ignored her, turning to you and saying :

“I’m Bruce Wayne, very nice to meet you (Y/N). Love your books..”

The rest was history. From that night, it seems, you two never quite managed to truly say “good bye” to each other.

************

“Did you mean it ?”

He asked, later that night. You two escaped on an isolated balcony, where no one could find you. It’s strange, how it seemed like you both had the same idea at the same time.

“What ?”

“What you said about me.”

“The...Crush ?”

“That too, but not only. The other thing, about me making Gotham a better place.”

“Ah, of course I meant it. It’s plain to see you really do. Surely, you’ve heard that before ?”

He lets out a little self-deprecating chuckle, and turns his face towards the sky.

“Well, I guess a lot of people do say that. But I don’t think many of them truly mean it. So, thank you.”

He turns to you, and he smiles. A pure, almost child like smile. A real smile. Not the one you saw on his face countless times in magazines, or on TV.

Wow.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

Your heart beat so loud, you were sure he could hear it.

What a smile. The most beautiful you’ve ever seen. Without exaggeration, you were sure that smile could brighten an entire room easily.

“I don’t think many of them truly mean it”, those words sounded so lonely. Like you caught a glimpse of his true self, right before he hid behind his mask again. How come a man like this didn’t think people really meant it, when they said he was amazing ?

That blew your mind.

You promised yourself that night, that if you ever were to meet him again, you’d make sure to always give him the compliments he deserved.

In Private

It’s early in the morning.

A moment you both loved and dreaded.

Loved, because the first thing you saw as you woke up was your beloved husband. Dreaded, because it usually meant you wouldn’t see each other the entire day, as you both were very busy. And then, there was that all Batman gig...

But for now, for now, you’re both waking up, and you’re in each other’s arms.

He rolls on top of you, hands on each side of your shoulders, and smile.

Ah, that pure smile you love so much.

“What a handsome man...” you say, as you put your hands on his cheeks.

He lays his face in the crook of your neck, and you know it’s because he’s trying to hide his reaction.

“You getting shy on me big man ?” the amusement is evident in your words, and he grumbles but you feel his lips quirk up on your skin. And that’s enough to make you feel content. And to make him feel butterflies in his stomach. Even after all this years, you still make him so happy with the simplest compliment.

************

“I love it when you smile...”

It took a long time, before you got to see his real smile. Not the one he arbored at gala, not the “Brucie Wayne” one, no. His real smile.

The one he had when looking at you, eyes full of fondness. A smile of utter contentment, he had only when with you, or his children.

Your comment makes him smile, and he’s about to say he loves yours too but you don't even give him a chance :

“I love being with so much, I wish time could stand still when we're together.”

“I feel the same..” he whispers, as you two instantly fall into each other’s arms.

“Bruce, I mean it.”

“I know. I do too.”

“No but, I truly mean it. I’m so happy I fell in love with you. When I hold you in my arms, I feel so lucky.”

Sometimes, he feels chocked up. It’s rare, and it always takes him by surprise. To be honest, most of the time, he’s the one to render you speechless with his beautiful words. He always had a knack with finding the perfect things to say to make you feel good about himself.

You did too, of course. Just, he was always better at controlling his emotions. Didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate your compliments of course.

But yes. Sometimes, sometimes it felt almost too good to be true. He was so sure, after his parents’ death, he would never know again what happiness was. And here he was.

In those moments, he’d hide his face in the crook of your neck. You knew what it meant, when he did that. Your words meant too much to him. So much, that he lacked the words to truly express it, and the only thing he could do was embrace you.

Oh. Oh you wished more people could see him like that. During moments he couldn’t hide his emotions, he couldn’t hide at all. During moments he showed his true self : a caring, loving, empathetic and emotional man.

It made you made, sometimes, that people thought of him as only a “machine”. Someone who could endure anything and everything. Someone who, anyway, didn’t feel anything.

As you often said : he feels everything.

Everything.

It’s not easy, to be the Batman. To endure. To keep it all inside.

So many people were wrong about him. So many people didn’t truly knew him.

Not the Vengeance. But the man who, even as he was utterly broken, kept fighting for what he believed in. Driven by love. Ah.

But in a way, you liked the fact you were one of the only person privy to his real feelings. And so, when he hid his face in the crook of your neck, you could feel nothing else but happiness.

************

“It’s so unfair.”

You say, breaking the silence reigning in the batcave. He's been focused on the screen of his computer for a while now, and you caught yourself just staring at him. He acknowledge you though, as always, and he says, turning his head towards you :

“Mm ?”

“You are so handsome. Like, all the time.”

He smiles softly, but shakes his head. Of course, Bruce had always been aware he was a good looking man. He used that to his advantage many times. But when you said it, even after he heard you say it hundreds of times, he just felt all warm inside. Butterflies. Flustered. Like a damn teenage boy.

He turns back to the computer, not even realizing the smile has not left his lips yet.

************

Bruce kept it all in a special place in his heart. All your beautiful words, that made him feel like he wasn’t worthless. Like maybe, there was no reason to hate himself so much. He kept it all inside his heart, so that in tough moments, like fighting an intergalactic menace far from you and his family, he could plunge back in that part of himself and remember how loved he is.

This part of him kept everything, everything you told him over the years :

“You have my heart. I’m so glad you chose me.”

“The sound of your laugh is music to my ears.”

"I'm in awe of what a wonderful person you are.”

“You inspire me to be a better woman”.

“When I'm with you, I feel like I found what I was looking for.”

"I feel so safe with your arms around me.”

“Your presence brings the best out of me. I can't wait to make more memories with you.”

“You make me so happy just by being yourself.”, you were probably one of the only person who loved him for who he truly was. For him.

"Being with you feels so right. Thank you for loving me.”

"I never get tired of looking at you. Of talking to you. Of being with you.”

“Hearing your voice brings me so much joy.”

“I don't know what I'd do without you.”

You always acknowledge the thing he did for you, too :

"Thank you for supporting me.”

"Thank you for looking after me.”

“Thank you for always being there for me.”

"Thank you for listening.”

You just always had a knack to hype him up ! :

"There is no one else like you. You are the best.”

"You always have the best ideas.”

"Adventures with you are my favorite. You always manage to make things interesting, even the dullest ones.”

"You make the world so much more beautiful. You know you’re the best, right ?”

“I’ll fight anyone who say anything bad about you.”

And if he ever said something along the line of : “You don’t have to.” You’d respond with : “Oh no but, I do.”

Alfred had always been supportive of him. And along his life, Bruce met countless people who praised him for whatever reason.

But nobody, nobody ever quite had your talent to hype him up. To make him feel like he was genuinely great.

Clark would say that your praise of him sometimes did him a disservice. Because, yes, your husband knew he was intelligent. And he could therefor be so damn arrogant. But his arrogance often hid, as most arrogant feelings do, a great sense of insecurity. As if him being smart was his only use in the world...

You made him feel like it wasn't. You made him feel like being Batman wasn’t the only thing he had going on. So what if sometimes he was insufferable, he thought he was always right etc...You never once saw Bruce act as if he was superior to anyone.

You never understood this weird image following him. Sure as Brucie Wayne he played on being insolent and arrogant and all. But as Batman ? When did he ever truly make someone feel less than ? Never. That’s when.

On the contrary. Bruce often hyped others up, even if they didn’t notice (were there really a biggest Superman fan than him ? He just was subtil in his compliments).

Nobody ever said your husband was flawless. But his qualities vastly outweighed his flaws. You could bear with his “dark moments”, and him sometimes being a jerk, because you knew how great he truly was.

Hoping people can be perfect at all time is so unrealistic. And quite toxic, really.

Everybody makes mistakes.

Not everybody can try to better themselves though, like Bruce does. It drove you crazy that some people seemed to never notice how much progress he did. Ah, but you knew.

Bruce wasn’t selfish as some people said, he was selfless.

You knew.

You never wanted him to be perfect anyway, you loved him just as he was.

In Public

From the day he became your boyfriend, to when he turned into your fiancé, and now as your husband, you never shied away of being very vocal about how much you admired him. How amazing you thought he was.

************

“He’s amazing, isn’t he ?” you’re often caught gushing at the journalists, and oh you have so many reasons to be proud of your husband. Whether he just started an amazing charity, or just because he exists really.

Many people tried to fluster you, or anger you (drama always sold more) by making inappropriate comments about your husband, like how hot he was and such. How many people were after him. Without missing a bit, you always answered things like :

“He’s gorgeous in his new suit, right ?”

“Honestly can’t blame anyone who have the hots for him. I mean, have you seen him ?!”

“I know, his butt looks GREAT in those pants !”

“I had to go buy a new dress shirt for him, he flexed his arms and pecs earlier and tore it apart. Can you believe it ? He’s so strong. And fff, what a snack. A buffet, even.”

Sometimes, some people tried the other tactic, trying to denigrate Bruce in any way :

“What did you just say ?! My husband is the kindest, smartest, most incredible person on this planet. I will tolerate no slander.”

And you were ready to fight. You would NEVER stand for any bad talk about your husband. People could say whatever they wanted, but anyone pretending he was a bad person were just liars. You’d never, NEVER let them defame him !

************

Whenever you spotted a paparazzi, you reveled in showing your husband off. Pointing out his chiseled jaw line, or his biceps. Forming the word “thicc” on camera as you pointed your finger to his thighs.

It became a running joke in Gotham, and a source of endless memes. Nobody could deny that Bruce Wayne was an attractive man anyway...

If anyone asked you a passing question about him, while you were going somewhere or they caught you buying coffee, you would often ramble about how great Bruce was.

“He’s so smart. And humble. And kind. And brave. And bold. And compassionate. And so pretty. And interesting. And (insert an infinite influx of compliment).”

To be fair, people learned not to ask you much about your husband, because you could never shut up, and hype him up in front of everyone. And vice versa, “that’s my wife” Bruce would say, proud of you at any small occasions.

“Bruce Wayne and (Y/N) Wayne are our modern Gomèz and Morticia Addams” was an official instagram account. A very popular one. You always wondered who was the creator of it (I’ll let you guess).

************

“Bruce, Bruce listen.”

“Mm ?”

“I crave you more than pizza.”

He chuckles at that, and you-

“Ew. Please. Mom. Can’t you wait for us not to be around to say things like that ?”

“Right ?! I agree with Tim, please. This is our family night, you and father, stop being gross.”

You turn to your children, snickering. Oh how you loved to gross them out by openly complimenting you husband. And you knew he loved it too, and that he was most likely about to make a comment that would annoy your kids, while making you feel all warm and nice.

“I’ll never look at pizza the same way...”

Jason says dejectedly, looking at his piece of pizza. And you can’t help but burst out into laughter. Drama queens, all of them.

Aaah, it’s not because your children were there that you were going to not tell Bruce how much you loved him. How much he meant to you. How amazing he truly was.

At the League’s headquarters

“Your intelligence always astounds me, my heart.” You say without thinking, forgetting that well…You’re surrounded by all your superheroes friends. And they’re all looking at you and Bruce.

Superman, your great friend Clark, has a faint smile on his lips (what ? The man was a sucker for good romance ! Following yours and Bruce’s love story was quite the ride, and he was always there in the tough moments…he secretly was the person, along with Alfred, who rooted for you two the most).

Wonder Woman smirked (she thought it was funny when you managed to fluster Bruce).

Flash was going to catch flies with his mouth open like that, in utter shock.

Green Lantern seemed almost grossed out (his expression not unlike the one your children harbored when you two kissed in front of them).

Green Arrow’s eyes immediately went to Black Canary’s, their relationship more alike to yours than any of you will ever know…Y

ou made a mental list of all your friends in your head, looking at you two. Ff, the League was getting big now, with new arrivals pretty regularly. Maybe you should try to control your “simp surge” (that’s how Tim called those moments during which you gushed over your husband).

But then, how could you, when he truly was intelligent ? The best detective out there. Once, you heard one of them (you could honestly not remember who) imply that Bruce wasn’t an important member of the league because he didn’t have any powers. And oh Gods.

“Please.” you said, annoyed that anyone would think just because he doesn’t have any power he’s not the most important part of the team (no, you never exaggerated ! hehe)

“When A piece of rock is your nemesis, or when the color yellow is your weakness, you don’t really get to brag too much ok ? Plus, let’s think about how many times Bruce got you all out of bad situations, mm ? Who always has a plan B, all the way to Z here, mm ? Dare to say you wouldn’t panic if Bruce one day say : “I don’t know”, mmmmm ?”

To be fair, it was kind of true. Nobody could quite deny the fact that, if one day, the Batman himself ran out of ideas to “win”, it’d be quite frightening. Not that he was the only intelligent person around. Oh no, there was Barry too of course, and J’onn, and many others ! But over the years, everyone came to rely on his mastermind to find solutions to their biggest problems.

Ah yes. There wasn’t a moment in the League headquarters where you didn’t express your admiration for your husband (in relevant situations of course).

To friends

You had the same friends he did, for the most part. Except for your childhood friend, and his. You shared the same friend group.

To be fair, the League was in big part your friends. But it was different, when you were officially on League missions, and only just all together casually, outside of “work”.

You hyped Bruce up, but not in the same way you hyped Batman up.

************

Clark is the only one used to it.

Everyone else always gets taken aback, when you gush over Bruce and he sometimes let a smile slip up. Usually, he keeps his face cold and unfeeling (he has a reputation to uphold). But sometimes...

Only when he doesn’t have the cowl on, does they sometimes catch him smiling at you. Unable to stop himself. And that’s when they all realized that “The Batman” was before all else, just a man.

And an impressive one at that, as you constantly reminded them.

************

One day, you were sitting on the Kent farm’s porch, a cup of coffee in hand, waiting for your husband and Clark to come out (they were currently doing the dishes, and helping Martha out with some things, Martha was adamant that the men must help, and you two had to chill à préciser que les two c’est elle et Lois) when Lois joined you.

Lois had a true “journalist” reflex. As soon as she learned Batman’s real identity, she wanted to ask him so many questions. And when she met you ? Oh boy.

Like today. It was the first time you came over at Martha’s for a Sunday lunch. The first time of many. Clark and Lois didn’t have children yet, and Dick was with you since just a few months (he was currently helping to bake a pie...that boy LOVED to cook).

“Ok I have to ask. How is he, really ? With you ?”

“Mm?”

“Well, I knew Bruce before, but I always felt he wasn’t showing his true self to me. Like there were always a barrier between us two. Probably why we didn’t last long. So I was wondering…”

You don’t have to think much about it :

“He’s kind, nice, sweet, always pays attention to me and tries to make me confortable in every situation. He-”

Fifteen minutes. For fifteen minutes, you hyped your man up. Fifteen minutes of you gushing over him, and Lois couldn’t help but smile.

She was happy, that Bruce found the right one. And that you found him. You were clearly meant for each others.

That day, she also realized the same things your other friends will see over the years : “The Batman” was human. He loved like everyone else, he hurt, too. He wasn’t that heartless machine they thought he was, or that stupid and arrogant playboy. No. He-

He was just a man, trying to do his best.

Your constant admiration of him made them realize that. Gave him a humanity they thought wasn’t there. Made them realize, they never truly knew him before then.

And it made them a little jealous, too. Because it was clear your love for each others knew no bound, and you’d always be each others biggest fan.

With your kids

They don’t mind it, most of the time, when you compliment their dad.

Sometimes, it can get a little gross, like why does it always lead to kisses ?!

But sometimes, it’s really cute, and inspire them to find someone who loves them as much as you love Bruce (and vice versa).

Maybe that’s why none of them would ever settle for anyone toxic ? Because they had their parents example, and certain “couple goals”.

************

You and Damian constantly boast about Bruce (when he’s not there). Damian would never admit it openly like you did, but he thought his dad was amazing. And only with you, did he feel safe enough to truly speak his mind about the matter. “Did you know father could bench press 1000 pounds ??”, “I did ! And he always does that at the end of his training, the man is a machine, a beast.” Damian constantly bragged about his dad (and you, and his siblings) at school. And nobody could ever really tell him that THE Bruce Wayne wasn’t as cool as he sounded...because everyone knew he was (except maybe Bruce himself).

You and Dick LOVED to fluster Bruce. Exaggerating your admiration for him (which was already huge) was your jam. Dick was a great actor, he’d often take his most angelic face before saying how much he loved his dad. It was even worst when he became an adult, because he kept that angelic face and nobody could resist that expression. You and him could never get enough of seeing Bruce blush as you both complimented his every action.

Jason, before his death, never shied away from backing you up when you said Bruce was a great father. “My dad is the best !” He’d exclaim proudly, making sure journalists caught that on tape.

After his death, those words never really came out of his mouth ever again. Which made Bruce feel miserable. Until one day : someone dared speak ill of him. Jason lost his cool, and let’s say that this person will never dare again say something bad about Bruce Wayne. This was proof Jason still cared so much, still thought he was the best...And that only him, could criticize his father.

You and Tim used to have a secret “Batfam Fandom” website, that Bruce found out about years after its creation. You and little Tim had forums, and fan pages dedicated to the Bat (and by extension, to Bruce, albeit you were the only ones knowing the truth). When Bruce finally discovered that page, he was too touched to even admit he found out about it. You still didn’t know he knew...But he definitely went to check that site from time to time, when he didn’t feel good and needed a “pick me up”, knowing he’d found your account (NumberOneBatmanSimp) and your son’s (BatmanStan) gushing over how great he was.

Cass was THE daddy’s girl. Of course she’d always join in on you complimenting him. “You. Great.” she’d tell him whenever he felt badly about himself. She would never hesitate to scold him, too. “You taught me how to love myself. Love yourself, too. Or else...”, the threat in her words often meaning that if he didn’t, she would hug him up until he felt better. Just like you, she would never let anyone speak badly about her father, including himself.

Duke was already a fan of Bruce before he met him. And when he finally did, reality went beyond his expectations. Bruce was everything he imagined, and more (the more being : newsflash, he was also the Batman !). How could he not find him amazing and cool and all ?

Yes. Bruce often found himself stuck in a “hype sandwich”, where you and one of the kids (sometimes even more than one), would remind him of how great he truly was. And how much you loved him.

Hyping the kids up

"Have you met my oldest son, Dick ? No ? You have to, he’ll honestly make your life better by just existing.”

“Yes, Jason, my son, he’s fantastic isn’t he ? When he laughs, it brightens the entire room and he never did anything wrong, ever.”

“Have you ever met someone more intelligent than my Tim ? The answer is no, because nobody is. Objectively speaking, he’s the greatest.”

“Cassandra is beautiful, smart, amazing, flawless...I pity anyone who can’t see that.”

“Damian ? Another one of my son who never did anything wrong, ever. I’ll fight you on that. Damian is the sweetest little boy ever, he overcame so much, and constantly works on bettering himself. Not a lot of people will achieve even half of his will to become a better man. He will change the world, mark my world. And for the better.”

“Duke didn’t let his power change him, do you know how strong you have to be for that to happen ? How much of a good person you have to be, to not turn pretentious because you’re powerful ? Such a powerful kid, in every sense of the term”.

Being your child meant never feeling worthless. Never feeling less than. Of course, you weren’t always perfect and you lost your cool with them more than once...But we established nobody was perfect.

Well. Except your children.

They were perfect in your eyes. Their “flaws” only made them better, stronger. They always impressed you so much by how tough they truly were. They went through so much, yet always pulled through. How impressive was that ?

You never missed an occasion to tell them how amazing they were.

And nobody could hype someone up quite like you.

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Ok, hope you liked it ! I wrote it “fast” in a burst of inspiration, but I hope it’s suitable for y’all :) comments and reblogs = always loved, welcomed, and motivating ^^.

Anyway. I wanted to write this because like, I think an aspect of Bruce that is often overlooked is : “why did he decide to become the Batman, and shut away his feelings a lot of times ?” ya know ? Anyway, here’s my way of seeing things. I always felt like Bruce hates himself so much, which is why his facade is so polished...We know that deep down, he actually feels everything to the max (he even says so himself TT.TT). Hypersensitive Bruce trying to protect himself...My jam <3.

Anyway. At least now it’s clear I’m a huge Bruce Wayne simp haha.

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Mama's boy(s)/girl - Batfam x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : The title says it all, just a few things about the kids and how they’re definitely your babies.

Just a drabble I suddenly wanted to write. Hope you’ll like this short thing :) :

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“Who’s the biggest “mama’s boy/girl” ?”, was once a question asked to your children during an interview for a local paper.

Your kids all instantly yelled at the same time : “DAMIAN !!” (including Damian himself, as he said times and times again that being a Mama’s boy was hardly something he’s ashamed of, indeed he’ll happily yell “ME !” to that question. He even takes it as a great win, to be honest), but it wasn’t quite the truth.

No. No it wasn’t. Because that interviewer only asked them, right ? And that was a mistake. Of course, they’d say Damian. They knew it made their little brother happy, and they knew it was the most obvious answer to anyone who didn’t know their family very well.

But it wasn’t quite the truth.

Because if you asked their father, or Alfred, they’d tell you : “It’s literally impossible to rank the one that is the most mama’s boy/girl”. Because they all are. They might not always show it publicly, but man anyone who knows them is just used to them demanding cuddles or asking her things.

“Moooom ?” was a word often heard yelled across the manor. And if Bruce was nearby, and they wanted to ask something he could totally do for them, they’d still say : “Do you know where mom is ?”

Dick

Dick, to anyone that do not know those kids, would be the “second most mama’s boy” in their eyes, as he’s never been afraid to show his affection for you in public.

As soon as he started to consider you his mom, and calling you that, as soon as he realized his own biological mom would probably be ok with it and want him to be happy…Dick Grayson became very attached to you

During galas, tiny him would come sit on your lap around the table and fall asleep on you. There’s hundreds of pictures of you carrying him back to the car (he really was a small kid, for an eight year old). If you and Bruce would let him have an interview (with you present, so the journalist wouldn’t ask him things that would hurt him) he would always gush over how amazing his mom and dad are.

When sick, he’d look for you first. He’d ask you to get a drink for him, he’d stick near you whenever there was big events, hide behind your dress etc etc…

Publicly (and privately) Dick has always been very open about loving his mom to death. Even now, as an adult, it’s not rare to see pictures in tabloids talking about how they had a lunch date and Dick hugged you while waving at the camera (he looooooved to embarrass you publicly. And vice versa, to be honest).

At the Manor, whether it was when he was eight or now as a mid-twenties guy, he always asked for your hot cocoa and snuggle in front of a Disney movie. His teammates in Teen Titans and Young Justice used to tease him about that, until they realized that you really were super awesome and kinda got jealous (You always made sure to make hot cocoa for all of them…it’s quite a sight, now, as they’re all well into adulthood, to see them snuggling against each other in Wayne Manor’s living room, drinking hot cocoa and watching The Lion King).

Damian

Damian doesn’t care what anyone says, if he suddenly wants to latch onto his mom and not let go, then he will.

To the surprise of many, you and him connected instantly. Damian never really had a “normal” mother, one that would pamper (if not baby) him when he didn’t feel well. Talia loves him, yes, and deeply at that, this was no secret. She would always be Damian’s mother. But because of her upbringing, and how she thought she was supposed to raise her son, there wasn’t always the place for display of affection (especially not when Ras was around). Nobody taught Talia how to love, being raised by Ras Al’Ghul was not synonym of warmth and safety. Quite the contrary. But she surpassed that now, and you and her ? You were far from hating each others. There is place for two moms in Damian’s heart. Love was the root of why you and Talia, despite all odds, actually understood each other (but that, I will talk about in another story...hehe, story about Talia and Batmom’s relationship coming soon, I’ll put the link of it here once I write it.).

Love. Yes. The reason Talia brought Damian to Bruce, the first time, wasn’t actually because it was part of her father’s plan. But because she knew. She knew that there, he would find what she, deep down, always wanted : love.

Damian unfortunately didn’t have the early childhood so many dreamt for him. But you were damn if you weren’t going to give it to him now (and Talia would come back in the picture later, she had a lot of healing to do too).

So when Damian came in the house, and there was suddenly this person who loved him unconditionally no matter what, even when he made mistakes (mistakes, in the League, were not appreciated...Ras told your son one too many times that he held his life in his hands, and to not disappoint him again), of course he’d turn into the biggest mama’s boy ever.

You were there in the tough times, but also in the good ones. With you, he learned that it was normal to laugh like crazy because of a stupid joke, to play in the leaves in Autumn or in the snow in Winter, to annoy his father by spraying him with a hose in the summer, going to see bees and flowers in the spring…

Damian is extremely close to you, and he doesn’t give a hoot what anyone says or think.

There is photos in magazines, of Damian grumpily burying his face under your arm, trying to avoid getting his picture taken, and you protecting him instinctively. There’s also photos of you just giving him random piggy back rides around town, or of you just talking to someone at a charity event, and him holding onto you with his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind and half-sleeping on you, because he just feels safe when you’re around, and he seeks this comforting feelings that evaded him for so long.

Most people wouldn’t think so, but he’s very affectionate, and just like his mom, has those random burst of “too much love” and has to get them out by suddenly hugging you (reference to this story : A Mother’s love : Burst of Affection).

He’s definitely DEFINITELY a mama’s boy, and will never care if people mock him for it because you know what ? Yesterday his pet frog died, and only his mom’s arms were able to console him.

Jason

Jason chased after his own biological mother for years, but she never wanted him. She never wanted a child. So when he stole his way in Bruce Wayne’s life, and when Bruce Wayne’s girlfriend accepted him as his own in a heartbeat…how could he not become a Mama’s boy ?

He always asks for your opinion (whether it’s before or after his resurrection), he cares about what you think of him, and you’re probably the only one who could change his mind about something. He often went out of his way just to see you and spend time with you.

He needs you, and always will. You’re the only person that always supported him without faltering, even when he did some pretty fucked up things. The only one that always stuck by him no matter what. He needs your presence, he needs to see you at least once every week or he gets sad and just misses you.

As a kid, he definitely took advantage of the fact he had a new mom, and Bruce often joked saying the boy was glued to you…but it was kinda true. He’d hug you for no reasons, just because he felt too happy to have you in his life. He’d always ask you 328323 questions and you would just patiently answer them all…You taught him how to play guitar and piano. You and him often had dance parties that made Bruce roll his eyes but also smile like crazy.

As an adult, the only reason he went by the mansion for a long time was just to see you (and Alfred). He’d sneak in, spend a few hours with you, and leave before his dad would come back. For some reason, he was never as mad at you as he was at him…Sure now he forgave him and he’s quite the “daddy’s boy” too, but..Maybe it’s because you were always so gentle and knew exactly which words to use to soothe him ?

Bruce wasn’t always great with showing his emotions (though when he did show them, it was always a feat because man the dude could get emotional and show them he loves them), but you ? You just knew exactly how to handle that little scared boy who was hit and trampled on most of his young life. You just knew exactly what to say, what to do…seriously, how could Jason Todd not turn into a mama’s boy ?!

Tim

Now Tim. Oooooh Tim. He’s the one that, if you don’t know him personally, you’d least think is a mama’s boy, with his aloof kind of persona, and work obsession. He always seems to be busy doing something, and rarely shows his emotions in public…But oh, oh if you know him just a little, you know he’s the biggest mama’s boy ever.

Now when Tim entered yours and Bruce’s life, his parents were still alive but…What kind of parents don’t even notice their eight year old son left for a few days, and didn’t come home and all ? What kind of parents just give their son up as a ward to someone they don’t even know, in exchange of a big check ? Bad parents. Parents that aren’t physically abusive, but that never acknowledge their kid.

You know the book and movie “Matilda” ? Tim is Matilda. He’s a genius, a sweet and kind boy, but his parents never noticed anything about him. They never noticed him at all, never read him a bed time story, tucked him in, made sure his teeth were brushed, his homework done…or just care overall.

So when he arrived in the Wayne’s household and this kind woman with a beautiful smile did all that to him without even being his mom ? It was very novel for him, to be cared for. To feel like he actually existed. Like he was loved.

Tim always sought you for everything. “Wanna play video games ?” “Hey wanna help me do that science project ?” “Hey, how do you tie a tie ?” “Hey can we make cookies ?”. He was always chasing after you and your attention.

And he got it so easily ! It wasn’t that difficult to start calling you “mom” when his parents were gone and he was officially adopted into the Wayne family (to be honest, he even almost called her “mom” a few times before all that).

Tim craves for attention, even if he doesn’t show it much. And you never shied from giving it to him. He’s a true mama’s boy in that he really think he can’t function without you or your love anymore, that you fuel a lot of his motivation and really help him live normally.

Without you, he’d still be that boy no one knew existed. While now, in this family…He’s a mama’s boy, though you wouldn’t know it if you didn’t know him personally. He lives for you to softly caress his scalp, running your hand through his hair as he works on his computer. And he will fight dirty just to get the seat next to you during movie night (how many times Jason or Dick, who were much taller than him, ended up split in two with their hands covering their crotch after a nasty hit by their “baby brother” just because it was HIS turn to sit next to you, and they were trying to play him ?).

Cass

Notoriously a daddy's girl but oh man is she a mama's girl too. She’s also the only girl in the family, so you KNOW she’s going to take advantage of it a lot.

Cass has the (bad ?) habit to steal your clothes. It doesn’t even matter if they’re too big/small for them, she makes it work in clever ways. More often than not, you’ll see her walk by with one of your favorite shirt and before you can say anything, she’s like : “Reminds me of you, smells like you” and you don’t have the heart to tell her off.

“It smells like you”. To many, this could be such a weird thing to say. But knowing Cass ? She was raised to be a weapon. Not even taught how to speak. And she found other way to say things, than with words. She relied on other “senses” almost (even if the act of speaking wasn’t a sense). Nobody would have kind words for her, and she couldn’t give them words anyway either...So she found comfort in other things.

Smells, sounds, physical touch.

Smell was a big thing for her. She always felt better, if she could only smell something that reminded her of those she loves, of something she loves. And so, the reason she stole your clothes ? It was because of this. Because then, she could feel surrounded by your warmth and love, just by wearing something that smelled like you. She associated your smell with something comforting and nice. If you had to leave for a few days ? She’d definitely steal your clothes.

Cass demanded physical touch the most. She’d been touched starved most of her life, her own father never having as much as a pat on the head for her. So when she felt like she needed it ? She just came to cuddle.

Not that you were going to complain. You were happy, that you’re only daughter was such a mama’s girl (there might be, sometimes, a little competition between you and Bruce about this sort of things).

Duke

Duke hadn’t been with the family for long, he came in later than all of your other children. He was already in his late teens, his parents weren’t quite gone, and him living at the manor was suppose to be temporary...And here you all were, years later, with him still here and still very much part of your family. And Duke ? Didn’t seem like it, but oh, oh he was SUCH a mama’s boy.

You made it too easy, to become a “mama’s boy”. You were just always there for them, how could they not rely on you for most things ? How could they not seek your presence ?

Duke noticed first hand his siblings being super close to you, and he always thought that it wouldn’t happen to him because he had a mom already. Because he came in too late. Because because because...

And here he was. Years later, coming by the Manor just to get some of your apple pie. And last week ? He came by because you were going to be home alone and he could have you for himself and talk to you without one of his sibling interfering.

Don’t get him wrong. He loved his brothers and sister. But sometimes, just like them really, he wanted to have his mom just for himself. To talk to her about his life on his own, to hear what she had to say, to get her full attention.

Funny, how Duke never thought he’d become greedy with her attention, and yet here he was. And was that really wrong ? He didn’t think so.

It felt too nice, to have a someone you knew would never give up on you, no matter what. Duke actually thought about whether it was a good thing or not, that him and his siblings relied on you so much...And he came to the conclusion that it didn’t matter. None of them had an easy life, so what if they sometimes wanted to be pamper by their mother ?? It’s not like you hated it, quite the contrary.

Bruce

When he was a kid, he was definitely a big mama’s boy. He worshipped his mother and father, he thought they were the greatest people that ever lived. Which is why the trauma of losing them turned him into a vigilante.

For years and years, he walked in the darkness. He was “Vengeance”, he beat up criminals every single nights to...

No. If there’s one thing he learned, is that it was never really about vengeance. It was about love.

Love for his mother.

For his father too, of course.

For the city he grew up in.

And later, for his children (his “true strength”).

And for you, of course.

After he lost his mom and dad, Bruce changed. And he stayed in the shadows for years, before finally...

It’s not his mom, who saved him. But it’s “a” mom. “THE” mom, if your children had their say (and they definitely did).

One day, he came back from patrol, and you and Dick were waiting for him. Well. You were waiting for him. Dick was fast asleep, in your arms.

And Bruce...Bruce had a flashback of himself, age 8, not long before his parents died, asleep on his mom in that exact same position and-

Full circle.

Your husband was sure that it was at that exact moment he finally realized how far he’d come. He wasn’t “Vengeance” anymore, hadn’t been for a while. No. No he was a beacon of hope.

And who was his hope ?

His family.

Vengeance, had never been what made him become the Batman.

No. Love did. Love for his parents, for his family, for his city...

Love, and hope that what happened to him never happen again.

It’s as he saw you, sitting in his desk chair, with Dick in your arms (and oh, he was so small for his age), that he understood for good.

Love was his driving force.

From the first love he ever felt, the one of a mother, to you.

Full circle. It starts with a mom, it ends with a mom.

So if there was going to be just one person who would NEVER give your kids grief for how they were such big mama’s boys/girl, it was definitely him.

Because he knew. Bruce knew.

He knew how warm and strong a mother’s love was.

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Ok here. I hope you liked it :). It’s not much, not like a well thought out thing, or an actual “story”, I wrote it in less than an hour and didn’t spellcheck or anything, I just wanted to write this all of a sudden, and just let my mind wander haha. T’was pretty nice. I often speak about how Batmom’s affection for the kids is endless, but rarely how the kids pull a “uno reverse card” on her a lot, and are affectionate in return haha. As usual, comments/reblogs are always welcomed and more than appreciated <3.

Thank you for reading, and see you soon with a new story :).

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