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Slammed Doors

Bruce Wayne X Wife! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language and angst

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Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V

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Losing her would end him. He couldn't even look at her thinking each time how close she was gone.

"what the hell were you thinking Bruce?! Again for the third time this month!" she shouted at him losing her temper.

"I did not see the urgency of a fragment of my night to be so important" he coldly said pissing his wife off more.

"look in the damn mirror! You insisted me to stay on bench for weeks after I had a little stab!"

"that is an entirely different situation!" he defended "it nearly hit your main arteries! You're blind to think otherwise!"

"different?! You're driving me insane! Bullet number one your flank, the next your arm and the third your chest. You had a minor concussion! The only reason I know is because Alfred told me after expressing that he thought you told me.. Just a dammed text or call would've been helpful or dammit Bruce send someone to tell me. Don't tell Alfred not to worry with informing me... " she takes a deep breath forcing tears back "it's bad enough that you won't even hardly look at me" she mumbled

His heart cried while his anger overcomes his feelings of remorse. "you're so damn stubborn! We are not discussing this any further!"

"oh so that's it?! You get hurt and it's nothing" He walks away from her to the bat-mobile. "we are still talking about this Bruce!" he gets in putting his cowl on "if you drive away don't expect to sleep with me tonight or any other night!" she threatened with a cry.

"fine with me" he scoffed with a, grunt and then shuts the door.

The tires skid as he leaves. Y/N kicked the ground pissed. Early in the morning. She couldn't sleep last night, Bruce didn't even bother trying to sleep. She had stayed in the gust room unable to be around Bruce after their fight. She sits on the chair in the dining room. She hears Bruce hitting his fork on his plate abruptly. She couldn't make herself look at him. They had grown distant and cold over the last few weeks. The fight was the last straw to send them into turmoil with each other. It hadn't been this bad since he lied to her about Grayson's death. They had grown busy with their lives, patrol and work. Everything seemed to pulling them apart.

"is everything alright amongst you both?" Alfred asked bringing Mrs Wayne her coffee.

"were fine Alfred" Bruce said with a angered grunt.

Fine?! She needed to get away from him. She raises from her chair. She walked away and slammed the door to her current bedroom. She hears the door to Bruce's study slam shut. That's when she feels a tear roll down her face.

"Mommmmmy.. Are you ok?" Stephanie asked through the door

"things seem pretty heated between you and B" Jay said

"can we do anything for you?" Duke offered

"talk to us Ma" Tim pleaded

She takes a shaky breath and then clears her throat. "I'm ok my loves don't worry"

That night she laid in the guest room. She sighed heavily she hated absolutely hated fighting with him. She can't sleep.. She keeps thinking about Bruce and her fighting. She hears her window door opening. She sighs heavily, she really didn't want him to see her like this.

"I don't want to see you right now B"

"mother?" Damian softly said.

"hey mom, you ok?" Grayson asked right by his little brother. He turns to shut the window.

She sit upward turning the lamp on "oh hi Damian, hi Grayson. I'm sorry boys.. I didn't know it was you. I'm ok"

"what happened between you and Father?" Damian asked entering the room.

"seems like it was a pretty bad fight" Grayson sympathized, he knew from when he was Robin. If Mom was sleeping in a different bed things were really bad.

"oh.. It's, ok. We're just... Just.. Not happy with each other right now" she sighed defeated.

"is it something I did?" Damian asked

"oh no! No.. It's just.. It's going to be OK son" she assured him.

Damian laid beside her and rest his head on her shoulder. Grayson stands by the bed and lays the covers on them. He holds her hand to comfort her. It was so hard to hide how she's feeling. Especially to her older children.

"I gotta go drag Babs into bed or she'll be up for too long again, sleep well mom. Night Dami, night Ma" Grayson kindly said

"thanks son" she mumbled

It'd now been 5 miserable days. Bruce sighed looking at the wedding photo that was on his desk. He had to fix this before there was too much distance between the two of them. His heart was heavy as he craved to be near Y/N. He walked to the room she had been staying in. He didn't see her and her purse was gone. There was a box of Crackers on her nightstand. He smelled vomit? Why would she be going out if she is sick? He stepped into the bathroom. The room was clean. He looked in the medicine cabinet to make sure she was taking proper medication. Bruce nearly gasps from shock. He holds the special vitamins. He softly smiled. That night he told the children that their room was strictly off limits. He prepared their room for a elegant evening. Alfred helped of course. Bruce laid freshly made platter on the bed. He had their wine glasses placed on the platter and the bottle in the bucket of ice. Just as he was finished, he hears Y/N stepping to the room. He opens the door taking her hand and gently pulls her in the room. She was startled and then completely surprised.

"Bruce.. You--I.. I can't believe" she nearly burst into tears.

"I want to be a better husband to you" he pleaded kissing her temple.

He guides his wife to the bed. Her face was full of emotional joy. He adjusted the pillows for her. He holds her hand as she sits down. Bruce moved to sit on the other side of the bed. He takes a wine bottle and he moved to pour it into her glass. Her heart raced. She has to tell him.

"I think I may just have water...."

"really? This is your favorite flavor" he shows her the bottle label. Non-alcoholic f/f wine.

She smiled softly "but, don't you want?.. "

He pours the wine in both glasses "I could use a break"

"you know! I can't believe you know! I promise you that I was going to tell you"

"I know" he softly smiled

Bruce reaches his hand out to hold her face, he softly smiled she looks so beautiful so full of love, he wants to embrace her "29 days ago you were almost killed. You weren't br-breathing, your heart stopped.. Y/N" he sighed letting out a deep breath as he couldn't fight how truly terrible he felt "20 days ago on a cold night in Paris we had outstanding sex" he smirks kissing her knuckles, to which she softly laughed at his words. He rubs her temple tenderly "that night... I was terrified that the closer you stood by me.. The more danger you were in. I was wrong" she began to cry, he kisses her forehead "I was angry and... I was scared. I took it out on you, forgive me?" he holds both of her hands

"Bruce" she kisses his lips covering his heart in warmth of security "please.. Don't... Don't ever push me away again"

He reaches embracing her, the moment caused his breath to be stolen. She was still here. She still forgave him.

"I will never ever do this to you again. I will try my hardest to be the one you deserve... Are you hungry?"

She laughed with tears hugging him tightly "you have no idea"

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ciaraswritings · 1 year

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Unexpected.

Disclaimer: I do not own DC or their characters, or their settings. This is certainly not canon.

Warnings & Topics: Suggestive themes, emotional distress, physical exhaustion, pregnancy. 18+.

Word Count: 3.9K words

Summary: Batmom! reader finds out she is pregnant a short time after marrying Bruce Wayne, not in the most pleasant of ways. Telling him won't be easy, but Alfred gives her some encouragement.

Author's note: After four hours of work, I deem my first fanfiction suitable for posting. Thank you for all the support. I hope you enjoy.

It'd been two months since that beautiful, blissful, romantic day. Actually, two months, two weeks, and one day. But who was counting, right?

The newspapers were. Headlines of gossip news, huge block letters in bold, depicted that I had been spotted at the gym alone again, also describing their support for my "weight loss journey" since I had been "losing my figure". I had been reading this article over and over for about an hour. Damn. I inspected the black and white photo of myself in leggings and a tank top. The worst part about, well, everything, is that they were right. I was losing my figure, noticeably.

I didn't even notice Alfred behind me until he spoke. "No matter how many times you read them, the words are not going to change, ma'am."

I jumped slightly. I hadn't been sleeping or eating well at all, my back and chest ached too much to relax, and heartburn hit me like a batarang after meals. I think I had gotten thirty hours of sleep in the last week, and maybe one meal a day. "Thank you, Alfred. Do you know when dinner will be ready?"

"In a half hour, ma'am." The butler moved to the other end of the kitchen table to face me. "Those words in the paper are words that all who love you disagree with."

Alfred's words touched me if only a little, and I set down the paper. "Thank you, I think I'm going to take a walk."

He looked concerned, but just for a moment. "Alright, ma'am. Try not to be late, the chicken may be devoured."

Chuckling, I stepped out into the early evening light. I would not be late for dinner, living with five hungry men teaches you a lot. The sunlight embraced me, bathing me in its gentle rays, glimmering over my face. I felt positively glorious. Closing my eyes, I soaked it in. My husband would soon be home to kiss me and keep an arm around my waist. The simple thought of his touch made my mouth stretch into a smile. Five more minutes, and I'll go in.

Five minutes turned into twenty. Being amongst the blooming flowers and the busy insects kept me occupied. Not only that, but a sudden headache had overtaken me. I sat in the grass, unladylike, watching the bees collect their last supply of nectar from the flowers for the day. Grass stains never bothered me anyway. I knew time was getting away from me, but I couldn't seem to bring myself to focus on anything. I didn't want to go inside because I didn't want bedtime to arrive. It was too painful to even think about. My head and back reminded me of that even now.

My vision blurred slightly, I could only focus on a single flower on the bushes before me, bees continuing to fly around it. This was nice. I couldn't focus on a single thing, or think about anything, or worry.

I felt myself fall, sort of, to the ground. Fall was the best word I know to describe it. I was already sitting on the ground, but my muscles suddenly felt like pudding. My head bumped to the grass and laid to rest. Terror gripped my heart and throat for a single second before everything just... relaxed. My vision went next, but I was okay with that. This was so relaxing. I wanted to stay.

...

"Madam. Madam (Y/N)!" The voice came from... maybe a mile away. Maybe. Maybe ten miles. Maybe a hundred.

"(Y/N), madam (Y/N)!" Something cold was on my face. Ugh. I don't like that. The wind bit and stung at where the cold wetness was on my cheek. Ouch.

"Wake up, madam!" No. I don't want to. Go away. But the voice sounds scared.

I slowly, slowly, with great effort, opened my eyes. Instantly they closed again. My friend the butler was hovering over me. What was his name again?

"Mom!" New voice. Go the hell away. I open my eyes again.

"I'm here, I'm fine." Sitting up took much more strength than opening my eyes, but I managed to do so. Dick and Alfred worriedly stare at me. "I was just taking a nap."

"That wasn't a nap, it looked like you passed out." Dick was the one with the cold wet cloth. He put it to my head again. I gave him a withering glare, and he pulled it away again, looking apologetic.

"It was a nap, of course I didn't pass out. Now let me return to it," I waved my hand in no particular direction, trying to shoo them away like mice.

"I am afraid I cannot allow you to sleep on the cold ground in nothing but your loungewear, ma'am." Alfred took the cloth from Dick and put it to my forehead.

Lord, they were being so annoying, I just wanted to go back to sleep. My eyelids drooped and my words slurred. "Bed hurts too much right now... just come back later..." my head finally dropped forward as vision began to diminish again.

I couldn't really tell what they said next. What I could remember was, "Inside now... call the... when they can see her..." and "...got her... go and tell him... I've got it..."

The sensation of being lifted did not startle my dozing. Neither did the shouting, nor the feeling of hands on my face. I had earned this sleep, and I was going to... enjoy... it...

...

I was awake, but I didn't want to open my eyes. It wasn't time. Please don't let it be time. I peeked a glance at my watch. Eight in the morning on a Sunday? Yeah, back to sleep we go.

Before I could return to my dreamless sleep, I became aware of unidentified breathing beside me. Was that Titus? Or maybe Alfred. Maybe I had been kidnapped. Did I care? Hell to the no. All I cared about at this present moment was slumber. If I was kidnapped, I could sleep all I wanted while I waited for them to rescue me.

Then, like a train, uninvited and on its own, the back pain hit my lower body. I couldn't help the moan of discomfort that tore from my throat.

Instantly, a hand went to my forehead. It felt so cold against my warm head. I'd better see who this person with the cold hands is and tell them to go stick their fingers in a campfire before touching me again.

When I opened my eyes, I realized I wasn't even in the garden anymore. Alfred, I told you I wanted to stay on the ground. But it wasn't Alfred who had put freezing digits on my forehead. It was my husband, my dearest Bruce, my wonderful partner in... crime didn't seem like a good choice of words. His worried blue eyes bored into my sleep-deprived (Y/C) eyes. Ouch, that gaze made my headache come back.

"Hello. Go warm your hands up," I told the love of my life before closing my eyes again. The light from the window seemed to be penetrating my very brain.

"My hands are warm," replied the bearer of freezing fingers.

"Please, feels like your hands went to the Artic circle for winter vacation." My stubborn retort took a lot out of me, but I could practically hear his small smile.

"There's my girl," he murmured. I opened my eyes again to smile at my wonderful... freezing... man.

"Yeahhh, your girl's going back to dreamland. Night night." I grunted at the pain stabbing me in the back, the throbbing in my head, and the emptiness in my stomach.

"Not yet, sweetheart. Stay right here. The doctor's going to be here at ten, you should freshen up a bit."

I opened one eye to glare unhappily at him. "Don't need a doctor. Need a nap."

His chuckle annoyed me to the very core, almost scaring away the shooting pains in my back. "I'm sorry, but this needs to happen. Do you know how worried we all were when we heard you had fainted in the garden? The boys hardly wanted to go on patrol, they wanted to look after you."

"The boys didn't want to go on patrol? You didn't want to look after me?" I glared playfully at my handsome knight. "And I didn't faint... just took a nap."

"On the cold hard ground?" His questioning gaze made me open both my eyes.

"Yes, it felt nice on my back."

"Does your back still hurt, sweetheart?"

"Yes, it still hurts."

"And you didn't feel like sleeping in the bed?"

"The hell is this, an interrogation?"

"Maybe," he grinned.

"Go away," I retorted, closing my eyes. "I have to go to work, no time for doctors."

"I called and told them you can't come in this week."

"This... this is why I married you."

It didn't take long to fall back into blissful, painless paradise. Bruce left me alone, but I knew he was close by, watching over me. The mansion was so quiet and peaceful, I knew the boys were fast asleep.

Much too soon, I was being kissed awake.

"Darling, Doctor Thompkin's here. It's time to wake up." Bruce's forehead kisses were, for the very first time in our relationship, annoying.

"Ugh." I rolled over to escape, my back cracking.

"Upsy daisy." He stroked my back, gently massaging my painfully aching muscles.

Sitting up took all the strength I had, and yet I had to find more to answer the questionnaire the doctor was springing upon me. Bruce stepped out mid-examination to answer a phone call, leaving the woman to observe my body and take into consideration my answers to her questions. Her questions seemed endless. "Have you been out of the country in the last month?"

"No."

"Have you been feeling depressed or hopeless?"

"No."

"Are you on any medications?"

"No."

"Do you or any family members have history of scoliosis?"

"No."

"History of heartburn?"

"No."

"When was your last menstrual cycle?"

"It's marked on the calendar, couple pages back."

"Do you know what year it is?"

I gave her a funny look. "Of course I do, what's wrong with you?" Now I feel bad for saying that, but I certainly didn't in the moment.

The doctor chuckled, her friendly eyes had laughter lines around them. "Just wanted to make sure you're still with me. Are you on birth control?"

"Yes."

"How long have you been on birth control?"

"Couple months. I went on it during our honeymoon."

"During?"

"Yes, we realized condoms and plan B weren't as convenient as the pill."

"I'm going to need a blood sample and then we're done here. I'll be in touch with the results. You don't seem to be suffering from scoliosis, but I'll contact you about x-rays to confirm. I haven't made a house call in a long time, or practiced family medicine, but I'll do everything I can to make sure we get to the root of this."

"Okay."

The blood draw seemed to take longer than I remembered blood draws taking. The prick of the needle didn't disturb the haze of sleepiness that still surrounded me. The woman's departure signaled another wave of sleepiness to wash over me. Bruce and Alfred were showing the doctor out as my head hit the pillow. Pain shot up my back, but sleep had already captured me.

Tomorrow turned into today, and then today became yesterday. It felt like I slept the whole Monday, skipping work and family dinner. Tuesday morning came with sunshine and kisses from my darling husband as I slowly opened my eyes.

"Hi," I smiled at him. One of Bruce's arms was holding me almost loosely as he lay next to me in the white sheets. He looked worn and tired from a long night of patrol. I sniffed him. Good, he had showered.

"Hello." His tired kiss on my lips was slowly waking me. "I love you."

"I love you too," I told him. My smile was getting bigger and my world was waking up. I traced the shape of his exhausted eyes. "Close your eyes. Sleep."

"Mmph." His eyes closed and his body relaxed under my touch. Normally, Bruce was the one to hold me tight and kiss me to sleep, to caress my body and keep me safe. Looking over his body, I realized that he had been through a difficult night of patrol. A stitched gash across his back, an unhappy bruise on his jaw, scratches on his forearms. Worrying about my "condition" probably hadn't helped him stay alert out there in the dangerous night of Gotham. Guilt washed over me. My arms protectively wrapped around my dearest husband, my lips pressing to his forehead. Today, I was going to keep him safe, I was going to comfort him through his slumber.

...

Bruce's snoring wasn't exactly a lullaby, so I was up and about after a few hours. The boys were crashed in their rooms and Alfred was busy baking something that smelled like chocolatey deliciousness. I was looking over the morning paper, again, skimming for any mention of my family or I. Unhealthy habit, you could say. I was curled up in an armchair next to the bed, keeping the rustling of the newspaper pages to a minimum.

Vibrations of Bruce's cell phone made me look up. As silently as I could, I leaped up and grabbed the phone from the bedside table on Bruce's side. My husband's sleep was important to me, and if I had it my way, nothing at all would disturb it, not even nightmares.

I carried the cell phone out of the bedroom and glanced at the caller ID. Doctor Thompkins. Results. Yes. This wasn't the first time I had answered my husband's phone, so I wasn't going to feel guilt over finding out my own test results. "Hello?"

"(Y/N), hello. I'm calling with your results."

"Tim's been telling everyone in the family it's yellow fever, please prove him wrong."

"Hah, no, it is not yellow fever... I'd say it's something a little more... serious."

I stiffened. My aching back didn't like that. "What's up?"

"We spoke about your history with birth control, but we need to talk about it again. It would seem that there was some window of time where you and Bruce were not using protection."

My backache must've hit my brain, because looking back, I can't believe I didn't catch on. "Bruce gave me a disease?"

"Not a disease. You're pregnant, (Y/N). I can't make an estimate on how many weeks you are, but I'm going to give you the contact information for an OBGYN. Make an appointment as soon as you can. Congratulations, Mrs. Wayne."

...

When Bruce woke up, I had to apologize to him for his cracked cell phone screen. I told him the truth, that I'd dropped it, but I didn't explain that it was from shock. He told me it was alright, that he'd pick up a new one, but he wasn't quite sure why I looked so very upset over dropping his phone. That would explain itself in time.

I didn't eat a thing at dinner that night, despite my full plate and coaxing from my family. Even the finest cut of steak is unappealing when something like that is on one's mind.

Who wouldn't overthink a thing like this? Pregnant, after a literal two months of marriage? Pregnant, while caring for four boys that you saw as your sons? Pregnant, after your husband had told you he didn't want anymore children? Pregnant, after you had both tried to be careful? Pregnant, to one of the greatest vigilantes and most successful businessmen in the world? Pregnant. I am pregnant. I might have my husband's baby.

"Mom!"

My head jerked up and I was greeted by five concerned faces.

"Ma, you look like you're in another world," Jason forked a piece of potato.

"Maybe I am in another world, Jay-Jay." I smiled slightly before standing. Ten eyes observed my every move.

"Ummi, where are you going?" Damian, the one who I expected would be the least concerned, watched me with huge, worried eyes.

"I think I need to sleep more. I will see you all tomorrow morning." I kissed every head at the table, my lips lingering on my husband's forehead. He rested his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me down for a gentle kiss. I think he noticed my hesitance, but I didn't stop to think about it or explain. My back only permitted me to walk up the stairs, but if I could've run, I would've.

Once Bruce and the boys had left for their night of patrol, I breathed again. Laying on the bed, clutching my pillow to my chest, trying to rehearse how I would address the situation to Bruce, it took a lot out of me. "Bruce, I need to tell you something," I mumbled. "No... Bruce, we need to talk."

"Madam, I am not sure if you have noticed, but Master Bruce is not here." Alfred's voice startled me for the second time this week.

"I wish he was. I'm sorry, I'm... practicing." I tried to give my friend a reassuring smile but it came out as a grimace.

"Good luck, madam," Alfred set down a cup of tea on my bedside table and gave me a genuine Alfred smile. Before he was out of the room, he turned back and looked me dead in the eye. "Master Bruce loves you very much, Madam (Y/N). He would not have married you if he was not ready to take on the unexpected. He will not turn you away when you tell him, so try not to overthink."

I looked straight back into this wonderful gentleman's eyes. "Thank you."

...

I tried to sleep through the night, I really did. When dawn and my boys arrived, I was still wide awake, not having slept a wink. I trotted down the stairs to the batcave, taking extra care not to trip. Once on the floor, we went through our post-patrol routine of inspecting each one of my boys. First Damian, who shrugged me off several times before allowing me to look over him, then Tim, who accepted my worrying for what it was, then Jason, who pretended to be annoyed for show, then Dick, who looked over me as carefully as I looked over him, then finally Bruce, who would not stop kissing me, barely giving me a chance to check him for injuries.

No one was truly hurt, but all but one were tired as they pulled off their suits. The boys trudged upstairs to their rooms, but my husband carried me valiantly up the stairs to our place in the master bedroom, like a knight carrying his princess.

Once the bedroom door was shut and he had set me down, I was instantly on my back laying on the bed, Bruce's lips showing affection to my neck and collarbone. A soft, throaty moan left my mouth as my husband kissed me, his hands working their way over my body. I was clothed in my favorite outfit of a tank top and leggings, and I knew they were at risk of being torn from my torso and limbs if I allowed this to continue. Besides... I had to tell Bruce.

"Darling..." the word I said was half-moaned. "Darling, please, you need to shower."

"I thought you liked my scent?" Bruce chuckled, looking up at me, his hands working their way up my shirt.

"Mmm, I do, but you are going to dirty our sheets that Alfred worked so hard to wash."

"You have a valid point, but I don't like it." Bruce grinned and pulled off the little clothing he wore. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, watching him make his way to the shower. If I hadn't had such a burden on my mind, I would've joined him. I could hear him muttering insults at the slippery bar of soap that his large fingers always seemed to have trouble grasping, and it made me smile. My hand absentmindedly rested on my stomach and I wondered if his child would have the same troubles as their father.

Bruce's shower was shorter than usual. Much shorter than if I had been in there with him. Chuckling, I made room for my knight in the bed. He hadn't bothered to put on clothes, or dry his hair. Bruce climbed on top of me, drops of water falling from his hair to my chest. His lips reattached to mine, devouring the kiss like a wild man. I knew what he had on his mind from the way he caressed my body, and I had to put a stop to it.

"Bruce... Bruce, wait."

Concerned eyes met mine. "(Y/N)?"

Alfred's words replayed in my mind. He would not have married you if he was not ready to take on the unexpected. I stared into the beautiful blue eyes I had grown to take comfort in. "Bruce, Doctor Thompkins diagnosed me."

Instantly, his desire was forgotten. Bruce sat back on the bed and pulled me onto his lap. "Tell me, darling, what is it?"

His arms made me feel so safe. He will not turn you away when you tell him, so try not to overthink. "I... you need to expect the unexpected."

"So I'm guessing it's not yellow fever, since that's what Tim expects," Bruce smiled. The gentle attempt at humor didn't lift the worry in his eyes.

"Heh, no... not exactly. It's... it's a baby." The last three words were much quieter than the others.

Bruce looked at me quizzically. "I don't think I heard you correctly."

"A baby," I honestly voiced my diagnosis, somewhat fearfully looking into his eyes. "I'm pregnant."

Bruce's glare pierced mine. He gently slid me off his lap and set me on the bed before standing and walking to the window to silently stare out of it. His breathing had changed, his body was stiff, everything about him seemed cold and hardened.

My worst fears bit and tore at my heart, anxiety gripping my throat like a murderer. Oh Lord, he doesn't want me anymore. I didn't know whether to go to him, or leave the mansion, or stay in the bed, or cry, or speak. So I just waited, for a full two minutes, staring at my husband's scarred back. After waiting that long, tears began to prick at my eyes. I finally laid down and curled into the cold sheets. "I'm sorry."

I heard him turn. "What are you sorry for?"

"Not paying attention to my birth control. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," my tears left wet spots on the pillowcase. I closed my eyes tightly.

Then I felt his weight on his side of the bed, he was laying beside me. Bruce collected me into his arms, tilting my chin up, asking me silently to look at him. I opened my wet eyes.

"I'm not angry with you. I'm thinking about it. Just let me think." Bruce's rough, calloused fingers brushed against my peach soft cheek.

"Okay." I closed my eyes to fight back angry, hot tears. He pulled me to his chest, holding me to himself. I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head.

He must've held me like that for an hour before he finally, finally spoke. "Well, this isn't what I thought two months into our marriage would look like."

My tears had left stains on his chest. Only a surge of bravery made me look up at him. "Yeah."

He looked down at me, smiled, kissed my lips, and I felt my husband's love course through my body. He may have turned me away physically, but he had never turned me away emotionally. I sat up on his lap, straddling him, my forehead resting on his, my hands on his cheeks. "I love you."

"And I love you," Bruce's fingers brushed against my waist. He seemed hesitant, and his eyes met mine. "May I?"

I was confused for a moment, but then I realized and nodded, beaming. "Yes."

His large hand rested on my stomach. The wheels in his head were still turning, but they had calmed, and they were only turning in the name of love.

"Expect the unexpected."

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bat-writer · 11 months

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Bruce doting on a pregnant batmom 🥰 (I might have sent this twice sorry but if so I still hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night ❤️)

A/N: Yes. THATS all just Y E S - I may have gone overboard LMAO

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Probably has a hunch way before you. This is Batman/Bruce Wayne. He know your cycle, signs and symptoms and all!

One day he came into your bedroom with some breakfast in bed and a small plastic wrapping

“What is it?” You asked

“A test. It’s been a week since your period should have been here. don’t be nervous or afraid we’ll talk it over with the results” he didn’t want it to sound like a business transaction but he wanted it to be a serious conversation

If it was negative or positive he’d be there with open arms and full support. Whatever your choice may be.

You step out of the bathroom with no emotion on your face and walk over to him. You place a kiss to his lips and whisper

“We’re having a baby” with a grin. His large arms coming around your frame to embrace you in a strong but gentle hug. Was it planned? No. Was this the best news he could hear all day? Absolutely! The woman he loves carrying his child is just beautiful to him.

Goes downstairs to tell Alfred about the news and has him set up a doctors appointment as soon as possible to get everything in order

During the first trimester you thought he might secretly be a caretaker. From morning sickness, to fatigue, to even your aches and pains he found some kind of solution for it all. He started to move things around the manor to make space and to start planning a nursery.

He would have a tape measure to measure your stomach each week to see the growth

"Honey, I won't be showing until I'm at least 3 1/2 weeks" you giggle

"I'm telling you the bump in right there! You just cant see it because your breasts are swelling" he tried to defend, when in fact they have not grown yet

During your second trimester he tried to crack down on crime as much as physically possible for your new addition

Speaking of new additions, he had to inform the rest of his family about who would be the newest Wayne. First up with Jason and Dick.

“Congrats you two!” Was Dicks response and of course Jason says

“…you still do it at your age-“ dick hit him in the ribs to not ruin the moment.

Either way, they were both happy for you and let you both know if anything is needed. They were there to lend a hand. The only other person left now was to tell Damien. Luckily Damien had a liking to you. However, when he had first gotten to the manor, he had his clashes with a dick so he doesn’t know how exactly he’d react to a new baby.

He also would secretly ask them to right down any kinds of foods or combos you liked so he could always have them handy

“As long as it stays out of my space It wouldn’t really matter. And as long as Y/N is okay with it…” it was his own unique way of saying as long as you were happy, he was happy

Damien also made it habit to be around the same area as you when Bruce was out and Alfred was busy. You even asked him once if he wanted to feel the developing bump. He did and for a spilt second you could tell he was a bit flustered. After he had his fill he’d move and tell you some fact about your state in the pregnancy

Also his way of showing he cared

Bruce’s favorite thing was to watch you sleep in the morning and watch as you’re bummed rose and fell from every breath that you took. He also really love to watch you walk away because you’re starting to get a slight waddle from the new center of gravity on your body it was adorable.

He also loves when you have his shirt on and the slight bump that stretches the fabric so slightly

Hes on the verge of banning you from the Batcave and watching the computer. It gets pretty chilly down there. He doesn’t want you or the baby getting cold. Even though you told me you were fine and you have three blankets on you but because he loves you so much he loves his stay there.

Speaking of, missions is the only time he’s constantly in communication with you to make sure that you are right which also means Alfred is constantly being called to check in on you. But he did love coming home and taking a nice warm shower with you and feeling your bump

He gets a new glimmer in his eyes when the baby starts to kick and move more. There was one time the baby had a big stretch. It was a little scary but also fascinating and slightly painful 😭

He’ll give you the entire bed just so you could be comfortable!

Lots of massages and kisses. Anything he can relive for you! He’s also restricted you!

No bag carrying, no going up the stairs (had tried to instal one of those chairs to take you up and down), no bending down to get something, no kitchen knives, etc.

He wanted you to just be pregnant💀but you just could not love that way! So he lets you help with very SMALL things

He has also gone overboard on baby clothes, accessories, and just anything baby!

Has 2 cribs one in the nursery and one in your bedroom.

He organized your baby shower and just made it soft, elegant and beautiful. Gender is left as a surprise since he’d want to keep any media as far from you as possible

Sometimes feels guilt when he sees your struggling with pains he can’t really take away. Like when you experienced a Braxton hick he was reminded of what you would soon go through when it was the baby’s due date but he’s also reminded that he will be father once again tk a new baby.

This time he’ll be there from the very start.

Oh he’s also booked you the best suit in the hospital with only the best doctor and midwife. He knows sometimes hospitals can be inconsiderate of their patients so he wants only the best in securing your safety and the baby’s

He helps to pack your bag for when you go into labor. While you go through it all you hold up the tiny clothing that will soon be filled by a tiny version of you or him! At one point you do get a bit emotional and overwhelmed

It was a lot

You’re going to be a mother, you’re gonna push a baby out, there was A LOT more than just having a cute baby. Feedings, doctors, loosing sleep, all of that so you cousins help but cry. Bruce put everything down and came over to you and inlet in front of you

“Hey, hey, it’s okay…..I can’t lie to you and say it’ll be easy as pie. But I can promise you I will be there for you both always. Anytime you need help, a break or just need me there. I’m always here for you both” he said placing a kiss to your bump and one to your ring finger where your ring sits

He wipes your tears away and kisses your head. You finish packing the bag and set it aside. You snuggle into Bruce’s side and lay in comfortable silence

In this bed Bruce was holding the love of his life and the product of their love that grows inside of her

-kitty🐈‍⬛

- part 2???👀

#bruce wayne #batman #bruce wayne x reader #Batman x pregnant reader #dc comics #batman fanfiction #batman x fem!reader

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Bruce finding his assistant crying at her desk. He’s immediately worried because if she’s crying, there’s something very wrong going on. She keeps her shit straight and on top of that manages a lot of his crap and he knows he’s not the easiest to deal with. She’s an angel in his eyes.

Bruce: *panicked* what’s wrong? Who do I have to fire?

Y/n: I-i-i-it’s— it’s stupid

Bruce: tell me

Y/n: I- I just want some- some ice cream b-but I don’t wanna l-leave my chair

Bruce: I’ll go get it! -what flavor?

Y/n: s-strawberry— but y-you don’t really have to

Bruce: you just sit there, Miss Y/l/n. I’ll take care of this

Bruce: *sprints to the elevator*

#bruce wayne x pregnant assistant!reader

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Black Rose

Yandere bat family x fem pregnant reader (vampire au)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

(This fic is one of the multiple choices of this post)

Note: Black rose may seem depressing and a sign of grief, but it also means rebirth and another chance!

Summary: For the first time in your relationship with your former Master, you decide to take a step first to change your relationship’s situation…

Tw: Mentions of pregnancy and death

Looking down at the bat-shaped toy you just had finished, you couldn't help but groan in frustration at the sight of its mismatched wings. It was hard to sew something without anyone helping you and you had tried to sew matched wings countless times, and it had not worked. You sighed and put the toy down in the toy basket as you shifted in your place, but you were stopped by the sudden movement of the cat that was taking a nap on your lap.

"Oh sorry, Alfred!" You said as you patted the demonic cat's head, making it purr as it stretched its little legs out. He was not mad at all, it looked up at you, its red big eyes gleaming as it let out a soft meow, carefully rubbing its head to your bulging belly. You smiled at its gentleness, for a cat that had a demonic side, was surprisingly well behaved around you. Perhaps it was because of its master's influence? Damian's pets were under his mind control so it was sensible to think the boy looked after you through his pets as well.

You pushed your window open to let some fresh air come into your room as you took in a deep breath, the babies' weight was becoming a real problem now that they were growing heavier. Alfred yawned lazily enjoying its time on your lap, but suddenly its body jolted up and it jumped off your lap, hissing to the darkness out of your window as its tail puffed up. You gasped at the sudden action and were going to move away from the window, as much as your body's state let you, but hearing a familiar voice relieved you. "Hey stop you little beast! I'm no danger!" Jason's head popped in as he pulled his cloak's hood off, glaring at the hissing cat.

"Now I have to ask permission from you as well?" He said as he shoved the cat to the side so he could sit on the window's edge. Alfred hissed at him one more time before walking back to you, growling as it protectively laid on your lap. Jason snarled at the cat and showed off his long fangs, but the cat just growled in response, making Jason roll his eyes. "Just like its master, it's a brat!" You frowned and smacked his head gently "Shush! Don't talk about Damian like that!" "What? I'm telling the truth!" You wanted to smack him again but he stopped your hand by taking it in his much larger one. "Alright! Alright, momma!" Hearing the word from Jason made your cheeks flush in embarrassment, making him grin.

"How's the momma and the two cakes in the oven doing?" He said as he kissed the back of your hand, letting you pat him by putting your hand on his head. "We're good..." you paused, noticing the cut on his cheek "What have you been up to? I haven't heard from you for a week!" Jason nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck "Well...." he trailed off with another chuckle making you narrow your eyes at him. "You know hunting down ghouls can be a dangerous task..." "But you had promised me to not hunt until the hunting season starts!" Jason looked down as he chuckled again, mumbling an apology.

You and Jason were close enough that he saw you as a motherly figure he could trust. You were like this to all of the Wayne family members, those people felt like a connection to you, like children to their mother, and no one knew why, even you were not aware of the familiarity potion Alfred, the head butler of the family, had used in the family members daily dose of blood the very day you had stepped into the Manor. You could swear that old Dampier knew things that could shake the world, you had suspected he had some magical futuristic visions powers but you didn't have anything to prove that, no one but the ancestors of the Wayne family was aware of the fact that the old man was an assassin of the dark God's shrines way before the war of the heavens happened and was blessed by them. Alfred knew the family needed you, that was why in the first place he had let his master know about your existence, he was the one who had received the information about you after all.

You were the only person besides Alfred that could connect to the family members of the Wayne household easily. That was why Jason had let you see his softer side and had trusted you in knowing his secret life as a vampire hunter. You sighed and fixed the white strand of hair on his head "You shouldn't be this reckless Jason...Master Wayne and others worry about you! I do get worried about you! You want to make your pregnant stepmother worry and distress her babies?" Jason narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to you, making you let a questioning hum "hmm?" "You're still angry with the old guy?" He asked, making you sigh as you pushed his face away. "Oh come on! We both know that thing because Bruce had to do it!" You gave him a bored look "I don't want to have this conversation right now Jay..." Jason rolled his eyes "You are both stubborn, neither he apologizes to you properly nor you forgive him for what he did!"

"You don't know how hard it's to even think about it, Jason! He cheated on me with the queen just on our wedlock night! How can I ever forgive him?" "I don't say you should forgive him fully Y/N, but you can overlook some issues in your relationship! I still can't forgive him because of not killing that ghoul master, joker, but I still come to his house, because I know I belong here! You shouldn't take it hard on yourself as I did! Your twins will be born in months and you surely don't want to raise them when you are this cold to their father!...plus he has been taking things too hard on himself lately..." he mumbled the last part with a sigh. "Think about it Y/N...if he didn't love you wouldn't be his wife now! If he wanted to play with you like other people he had in the past he wouldn't have freed you and then let you become the spouse of a noble like him!" You only nodded your head at his words, letting him know you'll think about what he had said.

Jason was right, Bruce loved you, but the process of loving you hadn't reached its peak easily. At first, Bruce was not a good master to you, only letting you out of your room when you were needed, and whenever he talked to you, you were addressed coldly, you couldn't even think about the possibility of having his children to free yourself from him, maybe he had set that condition because it was impossible? Bruce was a man that rarely trusted people. Your situation was so bad for you that you even considered running away from him, though that plan was exposed by the silent daughter of the family, Cassandra. It was not until the day you had saved Bruce from a ghoul's attack while he was sleeping in his coffin that he started to trust you. If you were loyal enough to save your master who had been harsh on you, you were surely a good person to trust.

Your relationship grew stronger little by little and soon after the first time he confessed his feelings for you, you found out about your pregnancy. The family was glad to know that their lonely father had found peace within your arms, and to prove to you that Bruce was genuine about his feelings for you, he proposed to you when you were still a human. It was the first time in his family, that someone had married a human who had not turned into a vampire yet, but he had put all of his family's values and traditions aside long ago when he had adopted dampiers as his children. You were given freedom and the surname Wayne had joined your name.

But the dream bubble was destroyed when your husband left your side in hurry on the very night of your marriage. You had thought that it was an urgent matter of politics or something like that, but when you had heard from the gossiping friends of Stephanie, Richard's Fiance, that he was summoned by the queen who was seduced by him in the past so they could...make love...your heart was broken. He had cheated on you with the unfaithful queen of vampires on the first night of your marriage? You were too devastated that you ran away from the Manor and if it was not because of Richard and Duke, the other sons of your husband, you'd have got away from them as much as you could. You were trapped in your shared room with Bruce since then, spending your months of pregnancy in captivity, though to be honest, it didn't feel too lonely since your family members were there for you all the time. Especially Damian, the boy who had his father's cold attitude but was genuinely in love with you, had his eyes on you to an extent that he didn't leave your side, and if he was not able to do that, his pets did that role for him.

With Jason's kiss on your cheek, you were brought back to reality. "Don't be that way Y/N, let me see you smile before I go!" He said as he pulled on your cheek, making you smile. He smiled back in return as he pulled the hood of his cloak on his head, and left your side after giving the cat on your lap a final snarl. You sighed as you became lonely again. You shifted in your place, feeling uneasy with the weight in your belly when someone knocked on the door. "Come in!" You said as you stood up, noticing Alfred’s gloved hand come into the room and put a boutique of black roses on the floor before closing the door without saying anything, the old man was sneaky sometimes.

You walked to the boutique and noticed a note on it. Picking it up you read it out loud "Give him another chance..." it was Alfred’s handwriting...how did...how did he know that you had considered forgiving Bruce? Was he listening to you and Jason right now? You looked down at the black roses and raised your eyebrows in surprise. Black roses meant another chance in flower language, and Alfred expected you to give them to Bruce? "Meow?" You heard little Alfred question the existence of the flowers, making you smile as it tried to smell them but sneezed because of the pollen. "I think I have to take the step this time..."

You left the room with the flowers as Alfred walked after you, its tail raised in amusement. You walked through the corridors of the Manor to get into Your husband's office, but he was not there, there was only one more place that he could be when he was not in a good mood, the cave under the Manor. Thankfully you knew how to get to your husband's lair and by pressing two different keys on the piano of your husband's office you found the passage to the cave.

....

"Mother!" Damian's surprised voice made Duke raise his head and his eyes widen in surprise, you'd finally come out of your room? Damian ran to you, taking your hand tightly, you were still not used to being called his mother and it made you feel a little uneasy, but you couldn't help but give him a smile when he looked at you with excitement, you were the only one that could bring the young vampire to show his emotions like that. Duke smiled at you, and if it was not because of his hands being greasy he would have come and hugged you.

You looked at your husband sitting on his large chair as he stared at the magical orb that supplied the Manor with energy, not turning back to meet you in the eye despite knowing you were there. You walked to Duke and whispered in his ear "Will you be kind enough to leave us two alone?" Duke gave you a nod before wiping his hands clean and taking Damian out with him as the boy shouted and resisted.

"You don't want to turn around?" You said as you put your hand on Bruce's shoulder, making his muscles jolt up. Oh how much he craved your touch! But he didn't respond to you, instead, he just took your hand in his and guided you to walk in front of him. You put the flowers down and picked one out of the bouquet as you walked in front of him. Bruce's piercing gaze met yours and the vampire let out a tired sigh, his eyes softening at seeing you again. Only dark gods knew how much he had suffered knowing he had hurt you because of keeping his place in the court.

He opened his mouth to talk but you stopped him by putting your fingers on his lips, letting him know you wanted to tell him something first. He kissed your fingers and looked up at you with questioning eyes as you gave him the black Rose in your hand. "Let's start over again..." you said, letting him know you were giving him another chance. Bruce's eyes widened in shock, not believing what he was seeing...you had forgiven him?

He gently pulled on your hand and let you sit on his thigh so he could feel your warmth again. "I...I don't know what to say!" He said, voice low and still shocked. "Just let's not acknowledge what had happened..." you said as you looked down at the rose, sighing happily as Bruce's strong arms pulled you closer to him. "I'm sorry..." he whispered in your ear before starting to kiss your neck, making you smile. His lips found your jaw and then your chin and just when he was going to kiss your ĺips, Alfred’s loud meowing made him freeze in his place.

"You are enjoying the show?" You said frustrated by the fact that you couldn't have the kiss you were missing a lot, "You want some snacks to eat while watching?" Alfred gave you another loud meow as it watched you two, making you let out a groan. But your groan was stifled by the passionate kiss Bruce planted on your lips, letting your melt in his arms as you both chuckled in the kiss.

Years later you'd find out that forgiving Bruce was the best decision of your life.

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Unneeded embrace (part two)

Yandere batfamily x fem neglected pregnant (now) family member

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Tw:yandere behavior, stress-related disorders, anxiety problems, pregnancy

“I…I can’t do this anymore!” You couldn’t help but cry as you pushed Barbara’s hand back, the red-headed woman sighed and put the fork down “Come on (Y/N) you know you have to eat more than that! you nearly fainted today! and the due date is close!” you shook your head as she wanted to give you more to eat, you felt as if you would vomit violently if you had another bite, just five mouthfuls and you were already disgusted by the sight of the food. Barbara groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose “You’ve lost so much weight already! the babies will be fine since they use the nutritions in your body, but if you continue to refuse to eat enough your will shrink more than you are now! How can you cope with the C-section?” She said now frustrated that she couldn’t do anything about that.

Stephanie rubbed your arm and looked at you with pleading eyes “Come on, eat a little more?” you sobbed and wiped the tears off of your face, the babies inside your belly already kicking around violently as they could the stress that curled in your bones better than anyone, it was both effecting you and the babies but you couldn’t help it, just thinking about what had happened from the first months of your pregnancy made you want to puke from anxiety. You looked at the two women sitting next to you, you were way more comfortable with them than with the others, they still were not going to help you escape or get away from that hell but they were helpful, caring, and also you didn’t have any past bad memories from them. “I can’t!” you managed to say, Barbara put the plate down and patted your belly “Alright, I can’t force you to eat more…” her voice was sad since she knew what you have been through, and that she couldn’t help at any of that.

You unconsciously rested your head on Stephanie’s shoulder and she cooed at your action, resting her head on top of yours. There were moments of silence as Barbara got up to take the food away, opening the door of the room you were in only to see Damian and Angel standing outside of the door they were listening to what was going on “Tell the old man that if he shows up here ever again she’ll have a seizure!” Damian opened up his mouth to protest but Barbara cut him off “If you boys were considerate of her situation you wouldn’t tease her about her husband…” his voice was hushed not wanting you to hear the conversation “You are just some big idiots not knowing how to handle a pregnant woman!” She then pushed the plate into Damian’s hands who clenched his jaw at seeing your sleepy form. Angel couldn’t help but walk inside, they had seen what you had been through as soon as you had come back “home”, they sat at the end of your bed and looked at you, you were not like them, you couldn’t be shaped in the way they wanted, a little more and you would break into pieces…you needed to get away from that cage, you didn’t belong there, Angel knew, Barbara and Stephanie knew it as well but they couldn’t do anything about it, you were trapped there forever…Angel thought to themselves, only narrowing their eyes slightly as an idea popped in their head.

Stephanie helped you to shift in your place, your belly’s weight was overwhelming for you. Seeing Angel you sighed and Beckoned for them to come closer, Angel was a little older than Damian, another child from another woman, at least they were loved dearly by the same father that had thrown you away for years and now had insisted on taking you in, at any way possible. Angel crawled closer to you and leaned to your touch as you patted their head, you both shared the same fate, but theirs was much more bearable than yours.

You closed your eyes to stop the memories float in your head but you could help it, it seemed they were there to haunt you and take your moments of peace from you in the worst ways. The first days you were isolated in your room, Alfred would bring you food, you two had talked for hours and despite your efforts to make him help you get away, the old butler’s response was a no, he knew your escape could cause more harm than good. The family had turned darker in the past years, the boys had grown up and had learned their father’s way. They had captured their own “beloveds” and now that they had you they were going to take you in with full force, and it had affected you more than they had thought it would.

You didn’t talk with any of them, didn’t pay attention to their presence, but you could feel their touches, two agonizing months had passed, and you were tired of Dick’s words, Jason’s efforts to make you pity him! Tim’s tactics that could crack anyone and Damian’s use of Angel…you were tired, anxious, not knowing what had happened to your husband and friends. But last night you had heard something from Jason that had made your heart clench in your heart, now fully understanding what they were capable of. Remembering them talking so casually about killing your husband made your head spin. They were monsters…monsters in love, and they had done anything to take you in.

“Steph! come here for a second!” Barbara called for the blondie and she moved away from you to run out of the room, Now you and Angel were alone, for the first time in years “You need to go” they said, making you look at them with wide eyes “You have to go!” they said, this time more desperately…you both looked at each other and you closed your eyes with a nod, knowing they already had a plan…

#yandere batfamily #yandere batman #yandere damian wayne #yandere #yandere dick grayson #yandere jason todd #yandere tim drake #yandere bruce wayne #yandere robin #yandere red robin #yandere red hood #yandere nightwing #yandere x reader #yandere x pregnant reader #yandere dc #dc comics #pregnant reader

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iguana-eyanna · 2 years

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The Blood Within Us Chapter 19

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Pregnant! Reader

Summary: Will the reader do whatever it takes to protect the ones she loves when tragedy hits the Wayne family? How far will the truth be tested when she realizes she’s not the only one with secrets of her own?

Warning: use of weapons, mobster activity, birth (graphic), blood, vulgar language, death mention

A/N: There is one more chapter left! I can't believe it's been about a year since I started this. Please give a like, reblog, and comment your favorite part of this series and I hope you like this chapter!

Labored breathing.

Shouts and groans are only being heard across the chilled building.

Splattered sweat and blood mixed, decorating the once marbled floors.

This felt like an endless battle for the knights of Gotham.

Dick never felt so out of breath in his life. Maybe it was the lack of training in the past couple of weeks or he was constantly trying to knock out the next guy that was trying to kill him.

He looked around and saw how his brothers felt tired too.

Jason’s aim has been dull, as well as Damian's when he tried to strike his opponents. Then there was Tim, trying to finish his mission but could not find Maroni or Dent anywhere.

But they knew they couldn’t give up, not when you were upstairs delivering their sister. Jason heard your screams first, echoing through the abandoned hotel. He hated hearing you in pain.

All of his brothers too.

Dick’s fists felt like they were slowly giving up, as he could feel the taunt skin blister under his gloves. But he still fights alongside his brothers, trying to protect their family.

Tim then notices someone escaping to the front, so he runs hot on his tail and whips out his bo staff to trip the person. They fall to the ground, and Tim thought he was unconscious. Bending down so he could feel a pulse, the man’s eyes widen, and grabs Tim by the shoulders and force him to the ground, now aiming a small pistol in front of his face.

Tim tried to get out of the pin but it was no use; there was no time to react and Tim thought that was the end.

Suddenly, he hears something shatter and the man with the gun rolls his eyes to the back of his skull. He quickly rolls onto the ground unconscious. Tim sees the remains of a broken vase on the ground, realizing someone struck him from behind.

“Never liked him, he always tried to steal my clients away from me.”

Tim sharply looks up and sees Harvey Dent, slightly heaving. Dent looks down at the young boy in front of him, thinking he’s no older than 16. He reaches his hand out for Tim to grab, but Tim slowly helps himself up.

“Why did you save me?” Tim asks.

Harvey reaches for something in his pocket and reveals a small SD card.

“I need your help.”

Harvey goes inside of an office beside the bell hopper desk as Tim follows relunctently. The young boy goes inside an office and sees a monitor that was on.

Harvey gives him the SD Card. “I need you to upload this information about Maroni to the public. All of the physical evidence got burned, so this is our only chance.”

“Why should I trust you? This might be a virus that you want to be exposed to the world.” Tim spat.

“Because someone went through a lot of shit to get to this. I don’t want to let them down, not when I disappointed her again.”

Tim looks at Dent’s solemn state and takes the card to the monitor. There wasn’t any insert for the card as the computer was out of date. Tim whips something out of his belt and got a connecting adapter and plugged it inside the computer, then inserted the card. They wait for a long time as Tim bounced his knee while being seated.

“This computer is taking forever.” he exaggerated.

“You kids and being impatient, back in my day-”

“I really don’t want to hear this.” Tim kinda barked back.

Harvey resumes his silence, not wanting to piss off Robin.

An uncomfortable silence took over the room.

“You probably think I'm a monster.” Harvey said, sitting next to Red Robin.

Tim’s jaw tightened, but he refuses to lose his temper.

“You damaged innocent lives before and after you became Two Face.”

“You don’t know what I went through kid, the life I had to choose in order to survive.” Harvey spat.

Tim sharply turns to him.

“You don’t get to defend yourself. Remember that you’re still a wanted man.”

Harvey stands up, his rage consuming him.

“I don’t need no kid telling me that-”

“That what, you’re a horrible person? You didn’t think of any of the consequences when you decided to put your needs before others: Not your career, your ex-wife, not even your daughter who’s giving birth upstairs! My mom risked her life to save yours because she thinks your worth saving.” Tim yelled out, feeling like he popped a vein.

Harvey’s eyes widen as he steps back.

“Your mother?” Harvey whispers.

Tim realizes what he just said and quickly goes back to the computer.

“It was a mistake, I’m just shouting nonsense.”

“No, I can hear it in your voice… the anger you’re channeling underneath. I did something to you, you’re…”

Harvey now realizes the truth and looks at the young boy in front of him.

“You’re Drake’s son…”

Tim closes his eyes while making a fist, regretting everything that’s happened.

He slowly takes off his mask for Harvey to look at, his face cold like stone.

“The only reason you’re alive right now is that a) we have to turn you in, b) we need to turn in this evidence to the public, and c) my mom still cares for you for some reason. And now you know the truth about me. So don’t dare fall out of line or else you’ll be pleading for my dad to come to get your sorry ass back to Arkham.”

Tim never commanded such intimidation. Mostly it came from Jason and Damian, but the young Drake needed Dent to know he was serious.

A ping goes off on the monitor and the two turn to see the download was complete. Tim sits and got to business.

“Soon enough, everything will leak into the internet. Maroni will be sent away for good.”

Harvey doesn’t say anything as he looks out from the door that was partially open. He then catches Maroni coming out of hiding. He found a discarded gun on the floor and grabs it, running up the stairs to hide.

Harvey grabs a letter opener on a table, hiding it in his pocket.

“I’ll guard the door, make sure no one disrupts you.” Harvey said.

Tim doesn’t look up, too immersed in reading the content to pay attention to Dent’s intentions.

“Fine.”

Harvey was about to step out and looked back at the boy.

“Just know that the only thing good thing that came from me was your mom. It was always her.”

Tim didn’t have time to react as Harvey shut the door shut, blocking it with a heavy shelf. Tim gets up and tries pushing down the door but it wouldn’t budge. He puts back his mask and pressed his ear com, trying to reach out to his brothers but the connection was so bad.

Realizing it’s no use, Tim turns back to the computer and realizes he needs to stay here till everything goes up.

He hopes that you’re alright.

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“You’re doing so good love, just -”

“I swear if you tell me to breathe one more time” You warned Bruce as you grit your teeth.

You started pushing 30 minutes ago and you’ve only pushed out a bit of the head. Bruce started tearing up seeing his daughter as well as you, but the pain was so unbearable.

Your contraction passed and you slightly slump your back into the headboard.

“We are never having any more kids after this.” you moaned out, earning a chuckle from your husband.

“How about adoption?” He jokes.

That made you laugh a bit until you groaned, feeling your bottom half on fire.

Bruce resumes back in action as he helps guide the head out and coaches you through. You screamed louder than before, feeling the ring of fire. Bruce lets you hold onto one of his hands you crushed it with brutal force.

“I hate you, I hate you so much!” you screamed, shutting your eyes as you were still pushing.

Bruce was silent, he knew you were in agonizing pain (and maybe there was some truth to that) but he gives you praises as you push out most of the head.

“Just a few more pushes, you’re almost there.”

You begin to lose focus as you start shaking uncontrollably

“I’m not strong enough for this, Bruce.” you whimpered, as your face was stained with tears and sweat.

Bruce grabs your hand and places it on the top of your baby's head.

"Feel that? That is our baby! They need you. You’re the strongest woman I know, so please baby… push for Lily."

You nod your head as you sat up more and pushed, feeling the baby slowly emerge.

Bruce smiles at you and looks down at your progress, but his heart reached a severed beat as he saw that the skin was dangerously pale, almost blue. He tries not to worry you, but still coaches you to push again and again.

More tears are still on your face as you push one last time, trying to not think of the agonizing pain and exhaustion. You feel a gush as you collapse back onto the headrest and see Bruce hold your baby girl.

There was a silence that filled the room.

"Why's - she not breathing?" you panted, feeling the dread creep up on you as you try to get up in your state.

Bruce immediately flipped the tiny baby over so that they faced down, and began to vigorously massage their back. All he could hear was your sobs as they turn to wails.

‘Keep going.’ his mind screamed at him, determined that this would not end in tragedy, not when both of you could possibly fall apart again.

Finally, after an eternity, she coughed out and drew in her first breath. The blissful sound of crying filled the room.

You reached out to her as Bruce placed her on your chest. He quickly got out a knife from his belt and cut the cord and placed his cape which he tore off from his suit to keep her warm. You coddled her properly while Bruce took care of the afterbirth, which you couldn’t feel as you were too entranced by the gift in front of you.

“She’s perfect. You’re so beautiful my baby girl.” You whispered to her as you soothed wails.

Bruce could feel his tears fall down onto his cheeks and does his best to dry them with the back of his hands.

“She truly is,” Bruce whispered as he knelt down beside you, taking in his daughter’s features.

“What a touching moment we have here.” a villainous voice announced their presence.

You and Bruce looked up and saw Maroni, pointing a gun in the air.

“I finally get to see the face of the Bat, wouldn’t have guessed it be a Wayne.” Maroni remarked.

Bruce was about to fetch something from his belt, but Sal pointed the gun more at you while you were holding the baby.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, son. Why don’t you take whatever gadgets you have on you, eh?” Maroni commanded.

Bruce slowly raised himself up and slowly took off his belt and slid it on the ground at Maroni’s feet.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Maroni asked, taking the belt and throwing it far from reach.

“Whatever you’re thinking of doing, it’s not going to end well.” Bruce said, raising his hands.

“You see, Wayne… today was going to be my big comeback. I was going to get my sweet revenge from Harvey and discard that grandaughter of mine away to whoever held the highest bid. But you came and destroyed that. Now I have one bullet in here, and I can go as a living legend as I killed the one and only Batman who’s married to my granddaughter. Isn’t that a story?”

You clenched your jaw, slowly rising yourself up.

“You know what’s a good story?” you ask as you got onto your feet, slightly hissing in pain

Bruce turns and sees you getting up and whispers your name not to intervene. You go in front of Bruce and place Lily in his arms.

“Get behind me, I got this under control.” Bruce begged.

“No, this is my battle. I need to finish this.” You said.

You look down at the innocent girl in his arms and kiss her head, as she has no clue what’s happening.

You turn around to your grandfather, trying to walk from just experiencing one of the worst physical pain you ever went through.

“Here’s the headline that is most likely being posted right now ‘Sal Maroni Finally Behind Bars By His Own Flesh & Blood.’ Does it have a good ring to that?” you ask him.

“What do you mean?” Maroni asks, still pointing the gun as his finger dangerously lingers onto the trigger.

“Everything that you’ve down in the past is now published to the public. You don’t get to hurt me, my husband, my children, or my dad any longer.” you said, now three feet close in his range.

His aim never faltered, but a shock comes over him.

“You care about that loser you call your father? What has he ever done for you?” Maroni asks.

You were about to speak, until you saw Harvey by the door with a knife in hand. You couldn’t let him kill Maroni, not when he was this close to the freedom he truly deserved. If he did, he’d be thrown back to Arkham and locked away to never see the light of day.

“He made the hardest decision to leave his own daughter to protect her. He ensured she had enough money for school and to achieve her dreams even if he didn’t know what they were... But he knew she’d be happy and find her way in life. And lastly, he taught me that it’s never too late to make things right.” You said.

Harvey’s eyes began to water after hearing your words, and slowly lowered his hand and loosened his grip on the knife.

That simple action made you beam with pride, as you were proud that he did that for you.

“You have nothing left: no money and no power. It’s over.” you said to the man in front of you. You feared him once, but now you just see him as a coward.

Maroni is in thought, trying to think of his options. Showing his surrender, he lowers his aim.

You drew in a breath, never realizing that you held onto it for so long. You turn around and you ran right up to Bruce who opened one arm for you as the other held onto Lily.

You were one step close to joining them, not realizing that Maroni drew his arm back into the air and was about to press the trigger.

“NO!” Bruce screamed, his face filled with horror.

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A baby’s cry was heard downstairs.

The brothers look at each other, nodding that this fight is still not over.

Punch after punch, kick after kick, their minds became sharper and they were pulling in their strikes. What felt like an infinity turned into seconds as they soon defeated everyone. They step out of the room as Jason leaned on a column and Damian flew himself to a wooden chair.

“Next time, we’re calling Barry or Wally to help.” Jason remarked.

“Agreed” Damian groaned.

Dick chuckled as he almost lay on the floor, just wanting to catch his breath. Suddenly, he looks up and sees something, trying to bust down the floor. Dick quickly gets up and pushes away the shelf and burst out Tim.

“Have you guys seen Dent?” Tim asked.

“No, what’s going on?” Dick asked.

“He gave me the file about Maroni, it’s posted all over the internet. But he locked me in there, I think he’s trying to find-” Someone began to shout on the top floor.

A single gunshot rang in the air.

All the boys shot their heads upstairs.

“MOM!” They all screamed in unison as they ran to find their parents.

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You couldn’t react, eyes wide as you jumped into Bruce’s arms. He held you tight as his tears started pouring down. You take in a shaky breath, slowly lowering your head to see if you were stained with blood.

But you don’t see or feel anything, as your hands desperately try to find a wound.

Bruce was as clueless as you, thinking he’d lost you. Both of your heads turn to wear the gunshot was directed and you see the back of Harvey, looking down at his hand that was stained with blood.

He looks at you, eyes welling as he sadly smiled at you. He then collapsed to his knees as he slowly lay on the ground.

“Dad!” you yelled, quickly getting onto the floor as you tried covering his wound, but the blood kept on pooling.

All of your sons arrived, seeing what just happened. Dick and Jason’s glare darkened as they see Maroni with the gun and dragged him out, trying to plead for his life but it was no use. Damian ran to his father who was shellshocked. Tim took a discarded sheet and bundled it, helping you stop the bleeding.

“Father.” Damian whispered to get his attention.

It took a second to collect his senses until Lily began to tear up.

“Here, hold onto your sister. Keep her head up and make sure she’s warm.” Bruce said, handing her to Damian.

The youngest boy tried to protest, but his eyes locked onto his halfsister. She stopped crying immediately and raises her hand to reach Damian’s finger. The boy never felt such a closeness before, almost feeling choked.

Resuming to what just happened, you desperately tried to not let your father close his eyes as he looked up at you.

“You’re going to be fine, there’s going to be an ambulance. They’re going to take care of you-”

“You called me dad…” Harvey whispers.

You tearfully chuckled, nodding your hand as you held onto his hand.

“Yeah, and I meant it this time.” you whispered as you feel Bruce kneeling behind you, a hand on your shoulder.

Harvey turns his gaze to your husband.

“Speaking from experience son, don’t leave your family. That girl is going to need her father in every way possible.” Harvey grunts out.

Bruce painfully nods his head, as his touch on your shoulder became firmer.

From a distance, you could hear sirens coming to the hotel.

“Dad, we need to go now.” Tim said, as he gave Bruce his mask.

“Go with your brother and sister, I’ll take care of mom.” Bruce said as Tim and Damian hurried off with Lily.

“We have to go.” Bruce whispers in your ear.

You shake your head no as your tears started to fall near your dad.

“I’m not leaving him, Bruce. I can’t-”

“Hey.” Harvey whispers, his voice getting weaker.

He reaches out to you and holds the side of your face, looking at the most strongest woman he’s ever seen.

“At least I get to hold you one last time.”

You began to sob as Harvey starts to flicker his eyes. Bruce picks you up and carries you away as you shouted to let you hold your father.

Harvey Dent looks up at the ceiling as his vision starts to darken and smiles to himself, knowing the last thing he sees from this wretched world was the best thing that has ever happened to him:

You.

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bia-wayne-west · 3 months

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Damian is going to have a little sister [Damian Wayne x Pregnant! Batmom]

Summary: You take a pregnancy test and find out you are pregnant. You will have a little girl. Bruce, Alfred and their other three children are happy, except Demian. Your fourth baby is jealous of the new member of the family.

Personagens: Bruce Wayne [Batman], Damian Wayne [Robin], Dick Grayson [Nightwing], Jason Todd [Red hood], Tim Drake [Red Robin] and Reader [You]

Word count: 1,366

Warnings: jealousy, fear of abandonment and pregnancy.

A / N: Hi. I planned this fanfiction months ago, but I only had time to write today. I always imagined what it would be like if Batmom got pregnant. Demian would probably be jealous and wouldn't admit it. So, I decided to write about it.

I hope you like the imagine

Remember that I am a Brazilian girl. I am not fluent in English and I am still learning. I apologize if I have any errors. Feel free to correct me.

Go and read my other stories on my MASTERLIST.

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The test in your hands had two blue lines and your face had a huge smile. You had some suspicions, but you never imagined that after eight years of marriage, you would have a baby in your womb.

You thought you must be sterile because you had never been pregnant before, and even though the doctors said you were healthy, you didn't believe them. The test in your hand was proof that you were going to have five babies now.

You left the bathroom, putting the test in your pants pocket. The first person you saw when you left the master suite was Alfred. He will just come out of one of the guest rooms.

You ran to the butler you considered your second father. Alfred looked at you, thinking you were going to ask for something.

“Alfred, I'm pregnant!” You said it quickly, not having the courage to repeat it. The old man in front of you looked at you with wide eyes. After five seconds, he smiled at you.

It was difficult to make Alfred smile. He always maintained his serious appearance.

“Congratulations, Mrs. Wayne. It’s great news.” Alfred said.

You showed the butler the pregnancy test. He congratulated her again and left, with the excuse that he had to clean Timothy's room. You could see a big smile on Alfred's face as he walked down the stairs to the second floor.

You remembered that Bruce was on the Wayne Enterprise, running some errands and that he wouldn't be back until after 8pm. Dick and Jason went to Wally West's house to play basketball. Timothy was at school.

Demian was the only one at home. He was probably in his room or in the garden with Titus.

You walked to the room that had the 'Do Not Enter' sign. You knocked on the door a few times, hearing your son's voice telling you that you could come in.

“Hi, my love.” You said to Damian, who was playing videogame. He was sitting on the bed. The boy smiled at you.

"Hi mommy. Did something happen?" He questioned, his eyes anxious.

You sat on the bed too, watching your son continue to play his game, but he was paying attention to you. .

“I have something new to tell you. I found out today, so only you and Alfred know about it.” You said, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the pregnancy test to show Damian.

The boy looked at the object curiously, until he realized what it really was. He looked at you in amazement, as if he thought it was just a joke.

"You are pregnant?" He questioned.

"Yes." After you nodded, you saw him give you a sad smile.

“I think this is amazing news, Mom,” Damian said. He no longer looked you in the eye, focusing his attention on the television while he played.

"Are you okay, darling?" You questioned, moving closer to Damian.

The boy just nodded, and didn't look at you anymore. Then, you realized that he didn't like the news, and preferred to leave him alone. You knew Damian didn't like expressing his feelings.

"If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen" You said, leaving your son's room and walking down the hallway.

As soon as Bruce arrived and you told him you were pregnant, he had the best reaction possible. Your husband was extremely happy and excited. And Dick, Jason and Tim also loved having a new little brother.

The weeks passed very quickly, and soon became months, and suddenly, you were seven months pregnant. You had already done all the ultrasounds and discovered that you were having your first daughter. You were excited to have a little princess, and Jason and Dick started teasing Bruce about how he really was a girl's daddy.

Everyone in your family seemed to be happy, except Damian. He never said out loud that he hated the baby, but you could see that he stopped wanting to spend time with you. The boy spent more time in his room or in the Batcave, avoiding being close to you. Bruce said the boy would accept that he would have a sister after the baby was born, but you knew you had to have a talk with Damian.

You walked slowly down to the clock that hid the entrance to the Batcave. It was difficult to walk with swollen feet. You knew that Bruce was on patrol, but that he left Damian on the Batcomputer. As soon as you got out of the elevator, you saw your son look at you, but quickly turn away. You walked over to Damian, giving him a gentle smile. The boy didn't look at you again.

"Hello, my dear." You said.

He didn't answer you, and started pretending to type on the keyboard.

"I wanted to talk to you a little."

Damian just grumbled.

"I know you're sad about my pregnancy." You said. "But you know that in two months there will be a baby here."

He continued ignoring you.

"If it's because of your father, you know Bruce loves all his children equally." You commented. "And that no baby in this world will make your father love you less."

Damian finally turned around, looking at you. He had red eyes, looking like he was going to cry.

"It's not about my father." He said. "Is you!" He exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"You know!" He roared. "You were the first person who liked me, even though you knew I was Bruce's biological son and that I was conceived when he was drugged by Talia." Damian continued speaking. "And now, you will have your own daughter. Who has your blood and Bruce's"

You looked at him, surprised.

"Are you afraid I'm going to leave you aside?" You wanted to know.

"My brothers don't seem to see what's going to happen. That you and Bruce are going to love the baby more than we do." He started to cry. "I love you and my dad, and I know that now you will have your own family."

You said, walking over to your son. You held him by the shoulders, making him face you.

"Damian, that will never happen!" You exclaimed. "You, Dick, Jason and Tim never stopped being my kids, my little birds."

He looked away, looking embarrassed.

"I thought you wouldn't treat me like your son anymore" He said.

"It's normal for you to be jealous and afraid of losing all the attention you receive, but I want you to know that our relationship will never change." You commented. "Now that the problem has been resolved, do you want to go upstairs so we can make some cupcakes together?"

Damian quickly got up from the chair he was in, and threw himself into your arms, hugging you tightly. He placed his head on your chest, and surprisingly, you felt him caressing your belly for the first time. You lowered your head to look at your son, smiling at him.

"Yes, I want to go make cupcakes, Mommy." He said, using the sleeve of his sweatshirt to wipe his tear-stained face.

You and Damian went up to the house, leaving the Batcave. He started talking to you again, saying that he had had a brief fight with Jon Kent, but that they had already made up. He also told you that he was doing a literature project for school in a group, and that it was very easy.

As soon as you arrived in the kitchen, you grabbed all the necessary ingredients from the fridge and started mixing the cupcake batter, while Damian mixed the frosting. He told you that he wanted to color the cupcakes green and red, so you grabbed the food coloring from the pantry, letting him make the frosting any color he wanted.

Once the more than twenty cupcakes were ready, you and Damian sat on the counter while eating, talking excitedly about how the last few months had been when Damian had avoided you.

"Mother?" He caught your attention. "It'll be good to be a big brother."

You gave him a huge smile, and then kissed your son's cheek.

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thesuperiorrobin · 1 year

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“Dance with me”

❥ pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

❥word count: 834

❥summery: you and Damian dance together

❥ warning: reader and Damian being the judgmental couples. One word curse word and that’s it.

❥Requested!

Bruce Wayne tends to host a lot of Galas. You’ve noticed that when you started dating Damian. Half the galas Damian takes you with him as his date, and the other half he doesn’t so he has an excuse not to stay at the minor when things are going down. But this one was the half where he takes you. So there you were, standing next to Damian as he ignored a group of people trying to steer up a conversation with him.

Bruce encourages him to join in but Damian never listens. He would rather talk to you if he’s being honest. You aren’t fake like most of the people in the same room as him. His words not yours.

“Mhm I don’t know, they seem a bit too out there, no? It’s not like last time—I mean that ladys boobs are like—out” you mumbled, leaning closer to Damian as the two of you stayed away from the big groups of people. You motion your hands around your chest and he hums

“maybe it’s a tactic to get my father's attention”

“you think it works?” Damian shrugs softly before he glances down at you

“How do you think I got here?”

“Oh—ew” you laugh as you scrunch up your nose. There’s a long pregnant pause between the two of you as the two of you judge every single person that walks into the manor. It’s a game you two like to play to pass time. Once everyone settles you two end up sitting away from everyone. A table set for only the two of you. It was Damians idea mostly. As the night goes by and music starts to play, that's when thoughts start to change. It’s not a Bruce Wayne Gala if people aren’t dancing. You can only stare at awe as you watch people seat their hips and jump around to the beat of the music.

These people have class and can dance!

Damian can only stare at you with soft green eyes. A smile graces his lips. He watches as you clap away and softly lip sync to some of the songs you recognize. Damian leans up against the table and scoots closer to you tucking strands of hair out of your face behind to see better. The song comes to an end shortly after, you clap loudly and woo them as most of them find their seat. The next song is a slow and soft one—once it plays most people get up from their seat and drag their spouses with them. Damian gets up and walks around the table , stopping in front of you he leaned down a little with an arm behind his back and in arm stretch out for you to take. You glance up at him confused.

“Dance with me?” He asks and you laugh softly.

“Dami, you know I don’t dance”

“And neither do I” he says. Hesitantly you take his hand and he brings you to your feet, dragging you along with him. People move and stare as Damian takes you to the center. He guides your hands to his shoulders.

“Just follow my lead beloved and everything will be alright” he whispers down at you and you nod

“alright”

He places his hand firmly above your hip and the other gently grasps one of your hands that was placed on his shoulder as he starts to sway you along with him. Your eyes are locked on the ground watching your feet to make sure you don’t step on Damian's dress shoes. But you manage to do so every time.

“Shit I’m sorry!” You say as you step in his shoes once more. Damian shakes his as he laughs.

“That’s alright. Just look at me” and you do. Eyes locking with one another as you two kept dancing. As cheesy as it really sounds, the moment you two locked eyes—it seemed it was just the two of you and no one else. Damian was getting comfortable while he danced with you—he even managed to lift you up in the air and twirl you around for a bit until he had to bring you back down.

The song was coming to an end, Damian could tell once it hit its final notes. He grips your hips tighter, wraps his arm around you as you dips you. You Welp and hold on to him tighter. The song comes to an end and Damian lifts you back up as you laugh softly while clapping. Everyone cheers and Damian takes you back to your seats.

“I thought you didn’t know how to dance” Damian can only shrug

“ I don’t” you roll your eyes at his response and slap his shoulder

“yeah right” you two share one more laughter before you're seated.

“I can’t believe he dances in front of everyone!” Dick sobs

“dude you're almost hitting forty—stop crying” Jason says as he side eyes his brother “but talk about character development”

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morgansunflower · 1 year

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Snowfall

Bruce Wayne X Wife! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, childbirth and nudity.

Words:1272

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V, major spoilers for bwa!

A glorious snowball fight amongst the Batfamily turns into a even more exciting day.

Batmom smiled seeing her daughter's many emojis in the family group message. That morning Bruce stood in the closet getting his warmer clothes on before joining his children and his father outside for the battle. Y/N was already dressed resting on the bed to wait for Bruce. He had her a comfortable chair placed outside safely placed outside of the line of fire. She yawned cradling her bump. Bruce stepped out seeing her already asleep. His face completely soften. He lightly steps to her. He kisses her forehead while touching her face. His beautiful wife was growing more exhausted with each passing day. It'd been a while since she was able to sleep so he certainly wasn't going to wake her up. He takes her Batman themed blanket laying it on her. She stirs in her sleepy state slightly. He gently rubs her thigh up to her bump. He always knew the perfect places to make her unwind from her constant aches and pains she couldn't reach.

"you get some sleep, I'll tire the kids out and tonight I'll take good care of you" Bruce whispered into her ear

After hours... The kids finally were surrounding Bruce throwing snowballs at him as their father laughed. Bruce threw many back at his children. Damian tackled Bruce and the Dick tripped him, causing Bruce to fall. He grabs a clump of snow smearing it in his son's hair. Bruce tried to stand as the kids threw many more snowballs. Alfred held his arms down while in the tree having seen Mrs Wayne by the door coming outside. He remains silent to remain hidden from his grandchildren.

"you'll never take me alive!" Bruce shouted playfully

They each continue throwing snowballs before the main target raised to his feet. Jason tripped his old man, Bruce bends his leg to trip his tallest son. Jason smirks as he leans back to make a snowball to throw at his Dad's face. Y/N steps outside seeing her family in complete joy.

"pregnant Mommy incoming! Hold your fire!!" Dick announced

Everyone quickly lowered their arms as Y/N came to the yard seeing everyone in the winter attire having been in a instance snowball fight for nonstop hours.

"oh dear I see you've been outnumbered Mr Wayne" she playfully told her spouse

"oh of course not, this is all part of my plan Mrs Wayne" he proudly stated back.

Bruce smiled genuinely moving to his knees, standing up to his very pregnant wife. He takes her hand in his own larger hand "how was your nap, Honey?"

"good, saw you all enjoying the fun and I missed you. So I thought I'd get some fresh air"

"I'm glad you did.." he smiled as he sneakily gives a snowball with a smirk

"Aww using me as protection I see" she whispered in his ear

She throws a snowball to Grayson's head.

"MOM!!!" he half-laughed half-appalled moving the snow off his face

Jason began to laugh but then she threw one to him causing everyone to laugh.

Stephanie gasps dramatically "traitor!!"

"well don't just stand there get the target!" Dick announced.

She laughs as Bruce takes her hand. They throw dozens of snowballs to their dad trying to avoid their mom. He lifts her into his arms and runs. He hides her behind the mini snow arsenal, as they kneel together. He then kisses her deeply.

"the troops are growing in anticipation for the battle to go on. I could use some coffee, I can take you back inside for you and the baby to have some hot cocoa?" he suggested messaging her shoulders

She nodded excitedly "please"

"good, Alfred?"

"I'll cover you sir!" Alfred promised.

The kids scatter as Alfred suddenly appeared ready armed. Bruce and Y/N locked arm's walking through the snow together. He leans over and kisses her forehead. Their steps were slow, considering the small precious baby she was holding in her womb. Her feet were in constant pain. Bruce smiles and lifts her up bridle style making her heart leap, as she softly laughs. He carried her into the kitchen and puts her safely onto the barstool. He leans down, to kiss her lips deeply with much passion. She wraps her arms around his neck. He parts letting out a deep disappointing grunt. She rest her arms on his neck smiling at his irritated expression. It'd been so long since they'd been truly intimate with each other.

"I know, I miss you too" she runs her fingers down his cheek and kisses him "just think, we'll be able to hold her any day now. Then after a little bit longer you can do whatever you want with me till your hearts content"

He touches her swelled bump lovingly kissing where their daughter stays for a short time "I can hardly wait to hold her"

He makes a cup of hot chocolate and a cup of coffee. She moved to her feet to walk her husband. She wraps her arms around him. He began to rub circles on her back. As the beverages were finished. He gives the mug to his wife. She gratefully drinks the chocolate heaven. Bruce took a sip of his plain coffee. She feels a sharp pain in her lower regions, she began rubbing her bump as her face tightened. Bruce takes her cup placing it on the counter. He lifts her into his arms and takes her to their room and sits her on the bed.

"I'm right here"

Bruce had already been counting her contraction. She repeatedly takes deep breath inward and outward. She inhaled as the pain slowly disappeared.

"five minutes..." he said

"five minutes. Is it time? Like right now?" she says with anticipation that turned to a more serious tone "I mean it could however just be Braxton hicks.. Again"

"let's not risk it. I'm going to go make sure the hospital bag has everything on the list. You'll be progressing slowly so I'll give you a bath while your in pain"

Outside the Batfamily all hear their phones ring. Stephanie leaped up.

"mom's in labor!!"

"woo!" Dick cheered, Jason excitedly threw one last snowball to his distracted older brother "ok" he wipes the snow off of his face "who did that?!"

"nows not the time babe!" Barbara announced to make her way inside with everyone else.

After her bath she stood in their bedroom completely bare. Bruce gently wiped her wet skin. Her contractions were getting closer together. He helped her dress into her clothes. He takes a wheelchair and brings it into the room.

"Bruce that isn't necessary.."

"it is.."

He takes her hands helping her stand up from sitting on the bed. He sits her on the wheelchair. Bruce takes the hospital bags. He pushes the handles making his way to the indoor elevator. He steps in as he pushes the button another contraction hits her hard. She winced cradling her bump rubbing it gently. Bruce holds her hand as she grips it tightly..

"I can't believe this is happening" she sighed

"you'll be OK. I'm not going anywhere" he promised her.

They made their way to the car. Alfred sat in the drivers seat with a genuine smile. The children all were by the car to bid their mom goodbye and to give her encouraging words.

"Aww kids" she smiled with her heart swelling for their support.

As Alfred drove to the hospital he couldn't help but smile remembering dropping Bruce and Y/N off when they were going to prom together. Now he could hardly wait to hold his new granddaughter.

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ciaraswritings · 9 months

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I feel like AT the restaurant they go to, Batmom goes into labor. She feels her first contraction, then spills her water on herself from the shock of it. Bruce does not believe her and they bicker about it with Y/N going “would I REALLY lie about this!?” And her husband gives her a look. Then she starts debating if it was gas or a contraction, or what have you.

It isn’t till Alfred comes back from the bathroom that the rush would start.

Batprank (Pt. 2)

Disclaimer: I do not own DC or their settings. This is certainly not canon.

Warnings & Topics: Very light argument, pregnancy, pranking, contractions, labor, delivery, newborn, parents holding newborn. 18+. If these are sensitive topics for you, go ahead and skip this one.

Word Count: 2K words

Summary: Batmom!reader goes into labor at her favorite restaurant and gives birth to her baby with her husband close by in Wayne Manor.

Author's Note: You guys crack me up, great part two idea, anon. It's pretty light-hearted at first, but towards the end of the story, I included a birth scene. I've never gotten to have a home birth, so I apologize if there were inaccuracies. Let me know if you want a part three. Thank you for all the incredible support, and I hope you enjoy.

Part One

Warm August sun tickled my nose as I stepped out of the car, taking a little more time than I was comfortable admitting, caused by nearly nine months of pregnancy's effect on my stomach. Not that I was complaining. I was thrilled to be having Bruce's baby. It fulfilled the desire to be a mother that I'd had for years, and to be having a child with the love of my life? A fairytale come true. Even if we couldn't agree on baby names, even when I pulled labor pranks on my husband, even when I was being bombarded with concern by all our family members, especially our children. Earlier in the afternoon I had played a tremendous joke on all our family members, except for the all-knowing Alfred, pretending to have gone into labor. It was very convincing, and somehow we wound up at my favorite diner in the process of driving to the hospital.

I joined my husband in the empty restaurant. It was three o'clock, the last customers of the lunch rush were slowly shuffling out the door, and it looked like the dinner rush had not yet made an appearance. I smiled at him as I intertwined my fingers with his, sliding into the booth next to him where he waited for the takeout order he had just put in.

"You could've waited in the car, it'll be ready soon," he pressed a kiss to my cheek and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I smiled, practically melting into his embrace, laying my hand on my stomach.

"That's okay, I kinda wanted water while we wait for it." I gave my husband a quick look.

"Heh, and I'm guessing you need me to get that for you?"

"Obviously, you got me pregnant, now you get to take care of me." I slid out of the booth to allow him access to the soda fountain, tapping my foot in mock impatience.

"You scared me to death with that prank of yours earlier, don't push it," he chuckled, rising and pressing a kiss to my cheek before going to retrieve my water.

I rolled my eyes at him, sitting back down in the booth, still with a playful smile on my face. "I love you, Bruce."

"Uh-huh." He set the cup of water on the table in front of me before leaning down to place a loving kiss on my lips. As I returned the kiss, our order number was called from the front counter. "I'll be right back."

"Okay," I smiled and turned to the water cup in front of me, sipping from it and relaxing against the faux leather seat. I drummed my fingers against my stomach and thought about our unborn daughter, just as I had every day for the last six months. How happy Bruce would look when he held her for the first time. How her little fingers and toes would look. How excited Alfred and the kids would be to hear that she was finally born. It'd been a long and interesting journey for all of us, and it would soon come to its end.

The realization that the kids were still at home in a state of panic hit me harder than a cold pool on a hot summer day. "Shit," I muttered, pulling out my phone and quickly dialing Stephanie's number. She was the most likely to answer, I knew, and I was right.

"Hello?!" The excited squeal made me pull the phone away from my ear for a moment.

"Hello, Stephanie, I just wanted to let you all know... could you put the call on speaker, please?"

“Yeah! Okay, there you go, tell us what’s happening!” Stephanie’s excitement was pouring through the speaker of my phone like water.

“Mom? Mom, what’s going on?!” I could hear Jason’s voice, much more awake than when we had left the manor to rush to the hospital.

“I figured I needed to let you guys all know that my going into labor was a-” at that very moment I felt it, a long, drawn-out and yet sharp pain moving through my lower abdomen. It stunned me nearly into silence, accidentally spilling half of the contents of my water cup onto my lap. It almost felt like the horrible menstrual cramps that I hadn’t felt for such a long time.

“Mom? It was a what?” Tim’s voice broke through the pause.

“Oh, not a prank, not a prank, not a prank!” I groaned as the pain rippled through my lower stomach. Not that it was unmanageable, it was just so surprising and… a tiny bit terrifying. No, it was very terrifying. The due date wasn’t for two more weeks, I didn’t expect this, I hadn’t mentally prepared, this was truly scary.

“Not a prank?” It was Tim again. “What do you mean, we know that.”

“I didn’t mean anything!” I took two deep breaths as the sharp pain faded into a dull throb, then almost disappeared. “Just… forget I said anything! We’ll give you an update soon, love you lots, bye,” I ended the call before the curious group on the other end could get another word in.

As I set down the phone on the table with a thud, my husband arrived by my side with a plastic bag. “Are you ready to… what’s wrong?” He set it down, kneeling to inspect my tense face.

“I… I think I just got a contraction,” I whispered, looking over to him.

Bruce looked from my face, to the spilled water in my lap, then back to my face before standing. “Nice try, honey, let’s get going.”

“No! No, I mean it!” I looked up at him, grabbing his hand with mine in a death grip. “I’m not kidding this time. I’m not. You have to believe me.”

My husband looked at me for a moment before kneeling next to me again. “(Y/N), are you being serious? You know the story of the boy who cried wolf, don’t you?”

“Would I really lie about this, Bruce?!” I looked down at my stomach and pressed my fingers to the underside. “I swear, I felt it, I felt a contraction!”

My statement was met with a look of doubt. “(Y/N), we’re two weeks away from the due date, I’m sure it was just… gas or discomfort, it couldn’t have been a contraction.”

I returned his look with a withering glance. “Bruce Wayne, I swear, that was not gas. I think I’d know the difference.”

“Honey, you can’t be having contractions yet…” Bruce’s confidence was starting to crack. He gave my stomach a worried look.

“Oh yes I can, you know that babies can come anytime they choose.”

“Was that the only one?”

“Yeah, that was the only one.”

“Then… it was probably just…”

“Master Bruce, Madam (Y/N), we had better start moving if we want to miss the rush hour,” Alfred’s calm voice broke through Bruce’s thought. He had stepped into the restaurant in search of us, given that we were ordering takeout, not dining in.

“Alfred! Alfred, I think I got a contraction, we have to call the midwife right now.” I stood, using the table for support. My husband handed off the plastic bag of food to Alfred, catching my arm to assist me.

“Will we be heading home or to the hospital, sir?” Alfred quirked an eyebrow towards Bruce, just as skeptical as he was.

“We’ll… let’s call the midwife in the car and go from there.” Bruce looked at me, starting to believe my words.

“Yes, let’s… just get her on the phone, please.”

...

A few minutes later, we were heading back to the manor. The midwife had advised me to remain in a comfortable space to monitor my contractions on my own, to see if it was really gas, false labor, or the real thing. The original plan was to give birth in the manor, unless something unexpected (such as my water breaking before my due date) occurred. The midwife and her birth team assured me that they were just a phone call away, and with that in mind, we started driving back towards the manor.

Bruce did everything to make sure I was comfortable, in the car and back in our bedroom once we had arrived home. The kids crowded around me at first, until a growl and firm command from Bruce sent them all back to their rooms. I was resting in our large, plush bed, my hand resting on my stomach, when the next contraction made its way through my body, then the next, then the next, still minutes apart, but becoming more and more consistent. Now that Bruce was convinced that I was actually going into labor, he was the most attentive husband on earth, holding me close with one arm and keeping his other hand on my stomach.

“I knew this was going to happen, but… I didn’t think that it’d happen so soon,” I looked up at him, trying to relax after a contraction had passed.

“I didn’t think so either,” he replied, massaging the side of my tummy. “But, you are the strongest person I know. If anyone can do this, it’s you.”

The pain was alleviated through his massages and gentle words. “Thank you, I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

…

Labor was long and longer. Since it was my first baby, the risk was higher, but we wanted to prevent any danger of kidnapping or switched babies, especially since Bruce was in such a spotlight. I found myself in different positions as the night dragged on, the midwife’s reassuring words and Bruce’s concerned yet comforting presence carrying me through the delivery of our baby. Even when I felt for a moment that I couldn’t go on, my husband’s kisses to my shoulder and forehead kept me from giving up. Not that I really had a choice, of course. And yet that one moment was worth it all.

I’ll never forget the moment the tiny, crying baby was put on my chest, as the midwife maneuvered me from my birthing position to lay on my back. I was so exhausted, I didn’t even register for a moment what was happening, until I was sprawling against the pillows and my newborn daughter was on my skin, her whimpering, suckling noises were music to my ears. Holding her close, I closed my eyes in relief, nearly unaware of what was going on around me. After a moment, I opened my eyes and looked up at the man who had supported me from beginning to end. “Bruce, we did it.”

“Yes, you did it, I knew you could.” He was looking at the tiny human in my arms with a sort of awe.

I smiled, my thumbs stroking her back, though she was still covered in fluids. I was half mindful of the midwife asking Bruce to cut the umbilical cord, most of my focus was spent on examining my daughter’s tiny fingers that moved so slowly, as if they were trying to figure out this new environment.

Seeing the love of my life hold our child for the first time was as perfect and pure as I knew it would be. Once she was wiped clean and wrapped in a cloth, Bruce was able to hold her to his own chest, staring down at her with the same awe that hadn’t left his face. I could see her eyes were open, and she was staring up at him. In this wonderful moment, I knew that it had all been worth it, and that she would never have to be alone, that he was always going to be right there for her.

Bruce finally placed her back in my arms, and I held the little bundle of moving arms and legs close again, looking up at him with a smile and a quirked eyebrow. “I told you it wasn’t a prank.”

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bat-writer · 10 months

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MAAM

we need a part 2 to the pregnant reader please and thank you 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Love your work btw!!!

A/N: i didnt think the lash would do so sweep but HERE WE GO! I also turned this into a mixture of head cannons and a regular fic

Warnings: descriptions of birth and delivery

You were actually overdue by a couple of days. Your baby was supposed to come during last week, but they decide to take their sweet time.

However, this meant it was just more strain on your body. Unfortunately I meant your back eight more your feet started to swell and you were honestly very ready to be over with the pregnancy.

The doctor had told you to move around as much as he can’t to try and get labor to start the barista shoes and wanted you to rest and not push yourself more than you had to

Finally on a rainy night you started to have contractions! It was felt more like a cramp and lasted for about a minute or so, so it was still a bit early

Bruce was up right away and ready to go but you stopped him

“Labor can take hours hun, especially for a first baby. Let’s wait it out a little bit and we can get going alright?”

You were WAY TOO CALM in this situation. Bruce was baffled. But, he listened to you and instead had asked Alfred to have the bags and car on standby for when you were ready

Bruce was very supportive and attentive to your every need. He’d squeeze your hips, massage your back and anything else thay would sooth the contractions

“Just let me know and we’ll be at the hospital in no time” he would whisper to you as he rocked you side to side

Once it was time for you to get to the hospital, he made a phone call that you were on your way. Of course, he was never wanted to be seen as someone who abused his power or his name, but in your case, he only wanted you to have the highest of quality in things

So he made sure to book the hospital suite with only the best labor and delivery nurses of your choice.

Yes, he actually printed out the resumes of the nurses in the hospital and let you choose😭😭

This is Bruce Wayne. Batman. This man was the embodiment of fear some wood, even say that he did not know what fear was very different. In fact, he’s never felt more fear than he does now looking at you. He knew that this is a process. The millions of women go through but he still couldn’t help but feel like a child not know what to do.

You were squeezing his hand and your eyes were squeezed shut while you were trying to ride out this contraction. Sure he’s seeing you during your period, and how it was painful, but this was a whole other situation where the pain continue to escalate, and all he can do right now to see if you was to give you support

Once you arrived at the hospital Bruce help you out of the car by one of the nurses rolled out a wheelchair for you to sit in. He followed the nurse closely as he try to keep a close eye on you if his predictions were correct, you should be about 4 to 5 cm dilated

“ your doctor should come in a few minutes to check on your dilation. Please feel free to get comfortable and hit the call button if you need anything.” the young nurse informed you as she rolled get you into your room, and handing Bruce your hospital gown. As he helps you to get dress he also takes time to admire. Of course, it was always tractor for him, but he was also admiring all the hard work you have done in the past nine months.

“ do I really look that bad that you’re staring at me that much?” You asked him

“ no, not at all. In fact, far from it” he said, with a smile when you kiss your forehead. “I’m just admiring my work is all” he quips

“Ha ha mister slick- oh oh ahhh” you he’s in pain as you lean on your husband for support. It was basically like leaning on a brick wall.

“That’s in just breathe. You doing great.” he tries to comfort you to which you respond.

“ easy for you to say…..you don’t have a babies head prodding…..at your vagina” you breathe out between

“ fair enough, darling. You’re right, but I know that you really are strong and you’ll get through this. The contraction lasted for about two more minutes. After that you felt completely zapped from energy. Bruce helps you get into bed in a few minutes later your doctor walks in.

“ hello Mrs. Wayne how are we doing today? Are we ready to have a baby“ she asks trying to lift the mood give her a very pinned thumbs up, and she completely understood. “ All right I’m gonna give you a quick check just to see how far we are in dilation.” She says before checking and measuring “ looks like you’re about 6 cm just 4 more to go! Let me or the nurses know if you need anything else. She dismisses herself from the room.

“Only 6?” You groan “ and here I was thinking that I was around 8” you chuckle

“ well, you said it yourself, these things take time, especially if it’s a first“ he then comes and sits next to you on the bed and brings you into his arms. You can always sense whenever you needed “tell me what is on your mind“

“… because this entire time I was kind of in a trance about the pregnancy. I didn’t really take time to reflect on what’s really happening“ he knew you way too well for you to try and fake it and say you were fine. So you had just came out with it “when I felt the first contraction that’s when it honestly started hitting me that it was time….. and that it’s really happening” you admit

“Yeah it is…” he said still just listening

“I Just….feel overwhelmed” you sniff as your eyes well with tears “i don’t know what I’m doing or what’ll be good or bad for the baby”

“ well let’s look at it this way you do amazing boys. You force moves. Are you awesome like a mother would. That doesn’t excuse your feelings and fears about becoming because it’s something scary.” he comforts you “ but you’ll have me and the boys every step of the way”

For the rest of the night you were going through the motions of each contraction. Your doctor came in every hour or so to check on you. the boys even stopped by while they were in patrol for the night! They said once the baby was born they’d come back to visit again. You really appreciate them for coming by and seeing you, it made it just a bit more bearable. You had made it up until 3:26 am when it was time to finally push.

Bruce held your hand as you pushed with any energy you had left. You had always heard about women who explain the birth story and how it was the worst pain they had ever felt. It’s not that you didn’t believe them but now you can completely confirm what they were saying. This had to be the most intense pain that ever felt in your life. You didn’t know if you wanted to cling onto Bruce and have him comfort you or curse out for him doing this to you.

Either way, he would have taken it because he knows you are in a position he could never really experienced. But he tried his best to support and comfort you through the process.

“ That was a good one you’re doing great” he’d encourage you as he wiped your sweaty forehead. He may have looked very calm and collected, and so he was absolutely freaking out. You were in immense pain, and he can virtually do nothing about it. Here you were in front of him, sweaty screaming, and crying. All he was doing was feeding you ice, chips, and water, and letting you squeezes hands. Take me as you want.

“ you’re almost there. I know you feel tired, but you’re almost there. It’s almost over.” in fact, was speaking half truths because you truly do not know how much longer until your baby was in the world with you.

“ I know this is difficult, but I know you’re stronger than this. On the next count push with everything you have.” of course yes remember you were married to Batman meaning he was gonna push you until you were successful. Course in a loving way because he just wants. And in this case it’s for your health, and the babies health.

“Aaaahh!” You push again and fall back on your pillow panting

“Breath hon, breath. You’re doing good” he encouraged you.

It took you about an hour and a half from that first push to get her out. You don’t think you would experience anything like labor and delivery again. While it was something scary, painful, excruciating…… It also turned out to be something wonderful.

You were in Gotham’s best hospital with your newborn baby girl laying on your chest. She was only taken off to be cleaned and weighed. She passed all of the health tests with flying colors. And from what the nurses say, she is a perfect baby. Bruce, of course following in observing their every move. he loves you so deeply and his love for you only grew more and now it is shared with the person that was made with that love. He really could not ask for more.

Bruce was absolutely gobsmacked. He didn’t know what to say or how to react he just felt this immense, warm happiness and relief in his chest.

“Look honey…we have a girl” you smiled tiredly “she’s so beautiful”

“She really is…you are incredible. I’m so proud of you.” He complimented you laying a soft kiss to your lips.

“Here, why don’t you hold her?” You said lifting up the tiny human for him to take a hold of. His large hands supported her tiny body. The same hands that were used to fight crime no carry the life that he had made with you out of love.

Funny enough, she had the pout you claimed he did and that Damien got from him. You know that he looked at it he has to agree she does have his pout. But it looked better on her than it did him. She was perfect. Especially her eyes. She has your beautiful Y/E/C eyes, his favorite thing to look at

“did you make up your mind on a name?” He asked as he sat in the chair next to your bed.

“Well i was thinking of one but I could decide if you would like it or not” you answer

“Anything you pick will be perfect”

“Well. I thought Ila (eye-la) would be nice”

“I agree it’s a very pretty name,” he agrees

“But.” You add “I want her to have a middle name”

“Ans that would be?”

“..Martha” you smile “Ila Marth Wayne”

“Y/N…really? He asked with wide eyes. You wanted your daughter to carry his mothers name?

“Of course hon. It’s the least I can do”

Bruce looked down into his hands and saw how the entire world and multiverse slept peacefully in his hands. His beautiful Ila.

She was another reason he caught and became better for create a better Gotham

~🐈‍⬛

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #Bruce Wayne x pregnant reader #batman #batman fanfiction #dc comics #batman x fem!reader

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toastedkiwi · 5 months

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You have my attention immediately. How does does Bruce fine out his assistant is pregnant does she just disappear (maternity leave) and Bruce/batman goes to find her

She’s out to lunch with her mother. Bruce spotted her assuming she’s interviewing for another job seeing she brought her tablet and is showing stuff on it. He slid into the booth right next to her and grabbed her hand into both of his. He straight up said “you can’t leave me for another company. I can’t handle that-.” He starts rambling. She places one of his hands on her bump. He feels the baby kick under his palm and is there staring at her adorable baby bump. She tells him “it’s just maternity leave, Bruce and this is my mother.” He sat there in shock the entire time. She even gave him a couple fork fulls of her pasta and even snagged his wallet from his pocket.

#bruce wayne x pregnant assistant!reader

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 1 year

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Baby Baby

Pairing: Dark Bruce Wayne x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Bruce will make sure you're bound to him forever.

WARNINGS: Implied babytrapping; Pregnancy.

AN: Also, first time writing for this Bruce Wayne so Please, reblog and give me feedback. Also imagine him a bit older, cause he always looks so young.

You remain laid down, eyes closed while inhaling long breaths of air. It works averagely, the waves of nausea declining.

But the feeling that something is very wrong only grows with each second.

A hand lands on yours and you open your eyes, turning your face to the side, meeting Bruce's eyes. He gives you a reassuring smile but you can't find the energy to return it.

You already suspect the condition that sent you to the hospital, the thought eating you up inside.

All the times he forgot to use condoms, the almost imperceptible way your birth control pills tasted slightly different than usual. Bruce's encouragement for you to work out more, the gross healthy diet he'd imposed at home, the way he always came inside you.

Now you suspect why.

“Are you feeling any better?” Bruce asks, stroking your hair. “Do you need some water? Want me to order some food?"

You shake your head, slowly lifting yourself up to lean against the bed's headboard. Bruce hurries to help you, fluffing a pillow behind your back before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

A shiver makes your body shake, exhaustion flooding you and you fight with yourself just to keep your eyes open.

"I'm sure everything is fine, don't worry, love." he says and you nod.

Not long after a doctor appears, accompanied by a nurse and you cringe at the sight of them. The doctors at this private hospital scare you, all of them with a serious, almost robotic face.

“How’s the patient feeling now?” the doctor approaches you, stethoscope in his hand ready to auscult you.

“She’s better now, not feeling that weak anymore.” Bruce answers, a tinge of annoyance hitting you at his behavior. “What did the blood test show?”

The cold metal makes you flinch, but you keep taking deep breaths until the doctor ends. He comes to stand in front of the bed, a sympathetic smile that does nothing to make you feel better on his face as he looks at Bruce.

“Everything is fine besides the sugar level being low, that's what caused the faint.” Bruce squeezes your hand and you hold your breath, already knowing what's coming next.

“However, that’s completely normal in a pregnancy.”

His words make you feel weak again and you’re just glad you're already seated down.

Bruce's face breaks into a huge grin, arms wrapping around you in a hug as his hand travels to your belly, remaining there. You freeze, unable to think properly. You’re pregnant. Of Bruce.

He parts to hold your face in a possessive kiss, ignoring the doctor that exits the room, leaving you alone.

“I am so proud of you, love. This is wonderful news,” he declares, his eyes twinkling. Your stomach does a flip and you grip the sheets tightly, trying to control yourself.

You will never be able to leave him.

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bluetooththereptile · 2 years

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Unneeded embrace

Yandere batfamily x ex-family pregnant fem member

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Note: someone had asked about the neglected child to be a female that had managed to get away, now being pregnant, her family is going to be after her...

Tw: Mentions of pregnancy and yandere behavior

Hearing the two fast heartbeats let your breath that was caught in the chest ease “See? you were too worried! see those two little munchkins sitting there in their warm and cozy place? why their mom is so stressed over them being a little lazy and not wanting to move around too much? you don’t expect them to practice karate there for the Olympics do you?” Your friend’s joking made you smile as you watched the two babies from the monitor of the ultrasound “It’s just these few weeks have been so stressful for me…” you confessed, a little embarrassed for acting like a drama queen for your babies to not move like before thinking they were hurt or something.

Your friend narrowed her eyes, looking at you with suspicion “Are you sure it was just them being lazy bears like you that made you scream my name as you walked to the section I was in?” She asked as she leaned closer, putting the ultrasound device away, letting the cool air his your moistened belly make goosebumps crawl on your body “Yeah…” you said “You are seven months pregnant with twins and you expect me to believe you it was just that?…you can tell me, did someone hurt you?” you shook your head violently “No!” She hummed and wiped your belly clean “You are either so stupid to make a scene of what had happened, or something really happened…and with what I know of you the second option is more likely…or maybe you are getting stupid!” She said and threw the damp paper cloth on your face to make you pout “Oh come onnnnn!” She laughed at your reaction and helped you sit straight. “Here have some of these cookies, let these little ones have some of Auntie’s pastry!” You teased “You haven’t poured salt instead of sugar in it like last time have you?” She poked your head not so gently “Ish!” and then walked away “Let me get some things done, the whole hospital is in shock, your section’s supervisor will bite my head off and then yours!” and then she left, let you have some time alone with your babies as you nibbled on the cookies, if you were truly “Alone”, you looked around to find any possible camera there. Thankfully it was not.

Your stubbornness to work even if your pregnancy was getting in your way had a reason, you didn’t want to be alone in your house. Your husband was missing for two months already and you have stressed yourself out on his case, as the police did nothing to help you with his case…someone was paying them to ignore it, and you knew well who was doing that. Your phone rang, and you huffed, moving around like a balloon filled with water, you managed to get off of the bed and reached into your uniform’s pocket, thinking it was your secretary you answered it without looking at the number “I’m sorry Marty-” you were cut off by a disgustingly familiar voice “Are you alright? the babies are okay? tell me-” you cut the phone to stop the man behind the phone shouting who could forget the voice that belonged to Bruce Wayne. Trying to take a deep breath you leaned against the wall as the room started to spin around you…after all of those years of trying to forget about anything that had happened, why did he have to come back now? wait…what if…?

You put your hand on your lips to stop a violent sob escape your lips. Now everything completely fits into place! You had just been married for a year after a three years old relationship with your husband. It was around seven years since the time you had left Gotham and your “family” behind, trying to find your future as a doctor, like your grandfather as you had always dreamed. It was hard, you had to work to pay for your college, but life seemed to go its way as you tried your best, life was decent, until you met him, a classmate of yours that was bullied by others for being an ex-criminal. His tattoos were known to everyone! But you with that stubborn nature of yours decided to make friends with the smartest guy in class, your friendship quickly taking a turn and the rest was history…but life seemed to get bored of your happiness and decided to turn everything upside down.

Just after a month of you finding out that you were pregnant, things got weird, your husband would come home late, he was constantly stressed and he was scared of even leaving the house, always muttering “What have I done to deserve this?”, you tried to help him but he avoided you too…till he went missing and no clue was left. You tried to seek help from police and all but no one seemed to care much about him. You were constantly pulled around by your wrecking emotions, your pregnancy was not easy to deal with, and the signs of past childhood neglect showed up as nightmares and phobias of dark places and being alone. You always had to turn something on so not the quietness takes over. It was all because of a bastard that called himself your father…now it all sunk in! it was him! him and his shitty boys, calling themselves heroes when they had fed on your vulnerability to grow and reach the level they were. You hated them with every fiber of your being.

Putting the phone away you took a deep breath in and turned around to pick up your uniform so you could change, your head felt dizzy as you walked to the bed. You heard the door of the room open “Oh honey don’t you have anything for headaches? my head is killing me!” you said, only to freeze in your place “Maybe a hug can help?” your whole body shook as you didn’t even dare to turn back to see three men standing in the room, their reflection in the turned off monitor showed everything. Dick, Jason and a younger man that your assessment was aged up Damian were standing there. How did they even get there? oh right, Dick being the doctor and the boys acting as nurses had worked, especially when they had Tim to give them new identities and information.

“You look stunning…shame the seed is from a dirty place…” Jason commented to which you clenched your jaw and clawed at the bed's thin sheets “You have been away for a long time sister…father has been waiting for you…he’s been worried, angry, and desperate, if it was not for him being in a very crucial mission, he would be here himself…to take you back home!” you wanted to scream that they were not your family, that you didn’t want to do anything with them. That they were monsters who hid themselves behind those fancy masks, but the babies betrayed you, moving around quickly enough to make you lean forward and gasp as you put your hand on your belly. “What happened?” Dick asked, now worried as he walked closer. You were close to picking a syringe up and pointing it at him who backed away easily “Woha that is a dangerous little doctor” Dick teased, his grin making your stomach turn.

You moved forward to hit him but he was quick to take your arm and squeeze it firmly “If you choose violence, I’ll be violent too dear sister…let us end this in peace, we will have plenty of time at home to discuss things” You groaned, now tears falling at realizing how helpless you were. “Let’s go home!” Jason walked closer and took your other arm “You know what will happen if anyone gets involved in this…so why don’t you let us help you get dressed as you leave the hospital in peace with us?” You looked at Jason with hatred “I hate you” “I know” Jason said, now opening and helping your wear your jacket “We all know how you feel…but what has been done can change!” Dick said as he wiped your tears off making you flinch. No, he was wrong, they were just digging the old wounds deeper…but none of them would listen…you were alone, and your family was there for you…always, no matter how far to run away or how hard you tried to resist.

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