#DC reader insert | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

notwonderlandsworld · 2 years

Text

What? (Batkid!Reader)

yall asked for more :) feel free to correct me on any mistaken terminology!

Bruce is 46; Dick is 24; Jason is 21; Tim is 16; Damian is 14; (Y/N) is 10

SPECIAL NOTE: all of my child fics/daughter/son/sibling fics will be with an adopted reader and not a biological one. Biological would mean that half of these parents/couples would be mixed, so no I won’t be doing biological. Especially when it comes to predominantly white characters.

pairing(s): Bruce Wayne/Batman x Child!Reader

warning(s): mention of trafficking, idk cursing, speaks on adoption (potential trauma?)

word count: 2.3k

Almost 3 weeks had passed since Batman had rescued you, fed you, and dropped you off at one of the new orphanages. It felt unreal to have met the man who roams the streets of Gotham.

Not only had he provided you with assistance in general, he had managed to assist you into a fairly decent place. Sure, the orphanage wasn’t perfect, but it was way better than the one you used to stay in before.

Unfortunately, you didn’t get to thank him as you never saw him again. At least not directly. The same week after you were settled in, a man came in asking for you apparently. He was tall, brawny, as well as casually handsome—if that even made sense.

You remember he told you his name was Bruce. He claimed to be friends with Batman, something you were skeptical about.

“Oh yeah?” you raised a brow. You didn’t seem to believe him. Seeing the man chuckle, you grew even more suspicious of him. “How do I know you’re not just lying huh?”

“Well,” he started as he reached into one of his pockets, pulling out a piece of folded paper, “I wouldn’t have even known your name, (Y/N). I just came here to deliver a note. It’s from him.” Gasping, your hand instinctively shot out towards the paper. Unfolding it, you read:

(Y/N), this is Bruce Wayne. He’s a friend of mine in case you ever need anything.

The Batman.

You couldn’t believe it. Looking back towards the man, you asked where he got the note. He chuckled at you before giving a shrug, “I told you. I am friends with Batman.” Trying to read his face and body language, you didn’t find any sense of nervous-ridden-guilt.

Instead, what you saw was a confident-egocentric-sleaze of a man. Without responding, you walked towards the entrance of the orphanage.

Looking at Tanika (one of the workers), who was sitting at the main desk while answering a phone call, you poked her side. She looked down at you and gestured to the phone. You made a scribble gesture back. She remained on the call as she handed you a pen.

Thanking her, you wrote something on the note before running back to the man.

“What’s your name?” you asked.

“Bruce. Bruce Wayne.”

“Okay well then Bruce. Do you think you can give this back to the Bat?” he chuckled at the nickname you’d given before taking the paper back. Stuffing it in his pocket once again, he nodded. He was about to ask you what you wrote before his phone rang. Groaning, he checked it before giving you a sympathetic smile.

“I have to go, but before I leave…” he pulled out a card. It had his work phone as well as his personal phone number he wrote out. “In case you ever need help, whether that be help finding new parents, or anything relatively small. Don’t be hesitant to call.”

He looked you over once more before patting your head, “We’ll see again soon, (Y/N).” With that, he had left. Eyes dropping to the card in your hands, you looked it over.

WAYNE ENTERPRISES INC.

COMPANY NUMBER: XXX-XXX-XXXX

Flipping the card over, you saw Bruce’s office number along with his personal phone number written in blue ink. Huh, that’s interesting. His handwriting looked similar to the one Batman had written on the note…

Bruce meanwhile, sat in the company car as he opened the note up. He smiled as he read what you wrote:

Dear Batman, I never got to thank you properlly before. I just wanted to say thank u for saving me and helping me find a new please to stay. I hope to see u agan soon.

From, (Y/N).

He smiled before it slowly faded. He really wanted to adopt you. He didn’t know what it could be, but something in his gut just drove him to you. He knew you’d be okay at the orphanage, but would it be enough?

He couldn’t help it. Pulling out his phone, he sent a message to a group chat titled Batfam—his eldest came up with it. He hoped they’d be on board with this.

Emergency meeting at home ASAP 7:00pm.

Time had passed quicker than Bruce imagined. Here he was, back from work, sitting on one of the couches in the living room. His sons and daughter now surrounding him and patiently waiting.

Hell, even Jason had surprisingly come over. In fact, he was one of the first to arrive. Bruce never texted in the groupchat unless he was replying or something. So for him to initiate a meeting formulated with the word ‘emergency’, it put Jason on edge a bit believe it or not. The silence remained until Alfred walked from the kitchen, a teapot along with several cups.

“Well,” Alfred started as he poured each cup in an even manner, “Seems like everyone is here now. Why don’t you begin, Master Bruce?” He handed a cup towards everyone.

“Thank you Alfred.” Bruce took a sip, eyeing the butler who was also standing patiently. He seemed to be awaiting the news as well. Well, here goes nothing. Facing his family head on, Bruce asked them.

“I’ve been thinking about adopting another child.”

The silence did nothing to help ease his worries.

Alfred hummed before heading towards the kitchen, knowing what’s to come. He certainly didn't want to be a part of the chaos that was about to ensue. He learned from his mistake last time he tried to help the situation. His headache lasted almost three days. By the time he entered the kitchen, he heard the first shouts.

“You’ve gotta be joking, father.”

“Are you serious?”

“I really wasted my time for this?!”

“What?”

“Now let's calm down first—”

“Don’t tell us to calm down, Duke! You know how Bruce is! Does he really need another Robin!”

“Can it be a girl?”

“Not helping, Stephanie!”

Oh boy. Alfred huffed, preparing some mini cheese squares before exiting into the backyard. Yep, definitely not going to get involved.

You could've sworn you heard wrong.

It’s barely been a month and someone already is looking to adopt you? What?

Honestly you didn’t know whether to be excited or somewhat upset. The obvious answer was that…well yes you should be happy. After all, that’s the goal of orphanages, correct? To help kids find a new home.

So, why weren’t you feeling happy about someone wanting you? Of all kids, you?

In reality, you were thinking more about Batman, wondering if he received the note back. You had been thinking that maybe, just possibly maybe…

No. He’d never do such a thing. Why would Batman think of adopting? To be fair, he had Robin as his sidekick so maybe he’d think about some potential outcomes with you.

Sighing, you looked out the window to your current room. There was no time to prospect about your savior anymore. Right now you have to focus. You had a scheduled meeting with your (possible) new legal guardians tomorrow. You needed to focus on that.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Your roommate asked. Turning to face her, you shrugged.

Cassie had been here for 5 months apparently, still seeking for someone to adopt her. She had been fostered before, but had never gotten adopted yet. She told you her struggles before with foster parents, which is how she ended up here. For a 16 year old, she seemed to have been through it all.

“Nothing. Just something stupid.” you answered. Looking back towards the window, you heard some shuffling. She now stood next to you. “C’mon. It can’t be stupid if your thinkin’ this hard about it.”

“If I asked you, you’d think I'm stupid.”

“Stupid questions don’t exist, and stupid people don’t ask questions.”

Facing her, you asked, “Do you think I'm ungrateful?” Cassie blinked. She stared at you for a few seconds before asking why. Sighing, you explained the situation. Waiting for Cassie to say something, you looked at her worryingly.

“Why would that make you ungrateful?” she finally replied. Stepping away from the window you threw your hands up in the air. “Well because instead of being happy that someone might want me, I'm over here wondering or even hoping that maybe Batman might do something like—” screaming, you fell onto your bed and hugged your pillow.

“—I don’t know I feel that I might have been…special, because he didn’t drop me off with the rest of the kids I saved! He fed me, let me ride his car, he even held my hand and asked questions about me! I don’t know…”

You covered your face in the pillow, embarrassed. You're pretty sure it sounded stupid, because Batman was extra nice to you that suddenly meant that he might’ve wanted to keep you.

Looking back at Cassie you felt yourself tear up, “Told you it was stupid…” She responded by walking over to your bed and sitting on it, patting your back.

“(Y/N), just because you want someone specific to adopt you doesn’t mean you're ungrateful.”

“But—”

“Shut up for a second, because last time I checked, you didn’t ask to be put here. Or am I wrong?”

“No…”

“And is it a fair assumption that you should have the right to pick your parents? Or guardian at least?” Cassie asked.

“...”

“Yes! Just because you don’t feel happy that you might get new parents doesn’t make you ungrateful. It’s a process. Keep in mind, you're meeting strangers you could potentially be stuck with for the rest of your childhood. It’d be crazy if you didn’t feel anything else. Now c’mon, let’s try to get your head clear. Might help your thoughts a little.”

You huffed, she was right. Sitting up, you decided to head down to the small library the orphanage had.

It felt like no time had passed. Before you knew it, it was already the next day, and your meeting was going to start soon. Tanika was going to assist the meeting today, seeing just how on the edge you were. She figured she could help with some reassurance.

It went bad. More or so to say, they never showed up. You honestly didn’t know whether to feel upset or relieved.

Thinking it’d be over, you asked Tanika if you could go back to your room, until she grabbed your hand and motioned you to sit.

“Just stay here for a bit, (Y/N). Don’t worry, I’ll be back.” She slammed the door as she left. You could hear her yell at someone over the phone.

A few minutes later someone else came in. She was beautiful, her hair was in a styled pixie-cut. She was slender and had this elusive aura about her. Her stance was defensive yet her eyes showed nothing but kindness. She looked at you. “Oh I'm sorry, I think I came to the wrong room, I was looking for someone—”

“It’s okay, they might be in the next room ahead.” She nodded, about to leave till she paused. She faced you again, “Why are you here alone?”

“It’s a long story.” you said.

She pulled one of the chairs across from you. “I’ve got time.”

So, you began to retell her the current events, starting with the traffic ring incident.

Bruce laid in bed, thinking about the past events that happened last week. He had told his children about his thoughts on taking in another child.

He wasn’t surprised honestly. He suspected they’d be opposed to the idea, even more or so after being the experiments of his parenting methods. Dick didn’t seem to disapprove as much, but he also wasn’t much on board with his idea either.

He shouldn’t have felt upset by it, he knows of his past mistakes. What bothered him most was the question that remained on everyone’s mind that night: had he learned from them? In the way his eldest worded it, ‘Are you ready to accept the possibility again?’

It stuck with him and created a headache for Bruce. Was he ready to accept that he could possibly fail another child? He really didn’t know, and that worried him even more. The last thing he needed was to be another cause of faulty parenting.

But it wasn’t about being a need this time. He didn’t need to take in a child like (Y/N). No outcome had left her in a helpless situation. In fact, they’d probably be better without him.

But again it wasn’t about need for Bruce this time. It was about wanting.

He had wanted to adopt the child. It wasn’t something his mind told him he wanted to, but his heart really.

To Hell with it. He was gonna do it.

Morning had passed by quickly for Bruce. He was dressed and ready to head back to the orphanage. His sons had stayed the night in the manor. Looking bewildered when they saw their father ready to head out in pants and a black t-shirt.

“Father, where are you going?” Damian asked first.

“I’ll be right back.” Seeing him dress so casual, they figured he might go out on a walk or something. After all he didn’t work today—

“Oh god, don’t tell me…” Tim sighed, putting the pieces together quicker than everyone else.

Bruce smiled at them, surprising his family even more. Jason almost gagged at the sight before him. Alfred ignored the interaction, flipping the so-called ‘delicacy’ Dick had asked for. Pancakes.

As Bruce left, Jason looked towards Damian, who was currently enjoying the Falafel Alfred made just for him, “Well, looks like you won’t be the youngest anymore.”

Damian huffed, pushing his plate aside, “I wouldn’t mind it at this point.”

The ride to the orphanage didn’t take that long, then again, Bruce took one of his top luxury cars. He went as fast as he—at least legally—could. Once arriving he stood at the front desk set up at the entrance. The man looked up from his papers, gasping once realizing who it was.

“Mr. Wayne? To what pleasure do I owe you?”

He gave off his best charming smile, “Hello, I was wondering if I could get some application papers started? There’s a specific someone I’d like to adopt here.”

I do wanna point out something: I am not implying that Bruce does not like his kids or anything, this is just based on my perspective on how I view the Batfam based off of the comics and how each bat boy fell into Bruce’s care. But don’t worry, Bruce loves his kids :p

Another part is done! Again if there's something bothersome don't hesitate to tell me.

1K notes · View notes

am-i-obsessed---maybe · 2 years

Text

Super Sons (Wayne bro!Reader and Jon meet Damian)

Wayne bro!Reader masterpost (gonna make this later when I have time)

Word count: 4.5k

Summery: Clark is off world and you get a call from Dick that Bruce took in another kid, except this one is actually his. With no other option you take Jon and go see what new kind of craziness has made it's way into your already weird life.

Your life was weird. Actually it was crazy and you learned to accept that. Your husband was the sole survivor of his alien planet, your son was half human half Kryptonian, your brother was the Batman of Gotham and your nephews were Nightwing, Red Hood and Robin respectively. You became used to this. Your husband’s occasional extended trips to space became something you expected to happen once in a while and you learned how to deal with your son’s superpowers. You grew accustomed to it so when your husband told you that he was going on a League mission in space you told him to be careful and to keep the watchtower (the floating space station base for the Justice League that your company pays for) informed and to come home safe. Your son Jon hugs him and tells him to bring home something cool. After seven years of marriage and nine years of dating you became accustomed to your strange family and loved them not despite it but including all of the weird.

You were sitting in your office in the Wayne Tower in Metropolis when you got a phone call from your eldest Nephew. The 23 year old lived in the nearby city of Bludhaven and called you every so often so you thought nothing of it as you picked up the phone.

“Hey Dickie” You say as you answer and continue to scroll through the document on your computer.

“Hey Y/N, do you have a second to talk?” He asked and you chuckled.

“Wouldn’t have picked up the phone if I didn’t” You answered and you heard Dick click his tongue. “I have some news” He said and you stopped looking over the long document you were scrolling through to give him your full attention.

“That doesn’t sound like good news” You said and he laughed uncomfortably.

“Well Bruce didn’t wanna call you yet which I think is dumb but-” You cut him off.

“Did he take in another kid?” You asked and you figured you were right on the money with Dick’s reaction. “Sort of, this one’s um… Well this one’s actually his” He explained. Your brother had developed a knack for taking in young kids who needed a home and you loved him but it was a bit of a joke at this point. With three boys and a daughter it was fair game to joke about.

“What do you mean this one is his?” You asked and Dick sighed. “Could you come by the manor? It’ll make sense if you see it for yourself” He said and you sighed. This was going to be a long day.

“Alright- wait no shit. Clark’s off world, I don’t have anyone to watch Jon on such short notice” You said and Dick hummed as he thought.

“You could bring him here-” He tried to say and you cut him off… Again.

“No. He doesn’t know about you guys yet and I don’t want him in the middle of this” You said and Dick sighed.

“I mean, it has to happen eventually” Dick tried to say but you were having none of it. “No.” You said and you could hear noise coming from Dick’s end of the line. “What’s that noise?” You asked. You could hear yelling and shuffling and then quiet.

“Dick?... Hello? Can you hear me?” You asked to no avail.

“Master Y/N, I am afraid Master Dick is a bit preoccupied at the moment” Alfred’s voice came on and you sighed, pinching the bridge of your noise. “Alfred, can you prepare mine and Jon’s rooms? We’re coming over” You said and the butler hummed. “Of course, when should we expect you?” He asked and you began to shuffle around your office, putting things away.

“I’m heading out of the office now, Jon finishes school in an hour and then we’ll be another hour if traffic is on our side so we’ll be at the manor in two maybe three hours?” You said and Alfred hummed.

“Very good” He said and you bid him goodbye and hung up.

“Hey Anna, A family emergency came up and I have to go to gotham. Could you reorganize my schedule to fit?” You asked and your assistant nodded.

“Of course Mr. Wayne, is everything okay?” She asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, something came up with Bruce and the boys, you know how it is- Oh and can you please call Jon’s school and tell them he won’t be able to make it to student council today. Clark’s on assignment so I’m taking Jon with me” You explained and Anna nodded.

“Of course, have a good day Mr. Wayne!” She said as you left and you waved a goodbye over your shoulder. This was going to be a long day.

You got home and after some light prepping you picked Jon up and started your drive to Gotham.

“Dad, what’s up? You look worried” Jon said from the back seat. The boy sat on his Batman booster seat and held his nintendo.

“I’m fine sweetie. Don’t worry about me, how was school?” You asked him and glanced at him through the rearview mirror.

“School was fun, I got a 70 on my spelling test and we were supposed to plan games for the sock hop today during the student council meeting but…” He trailed off.

“Hey dad, why are we going to uncle Bruce’s today?” Jon asked and you smiled at him reassuringly.

“Uncle Bruce needed my help with a work thing and asked me to stop by. And don’t you like hanging out with your cousins?” You asked and Jon nodded although not very enthusiastically.

“I mean I guess, they’re all grown ups though” He complained and you chuckled.

“Well since they’re grown ups maybe they can take you out to ice cream while I help uncle Bruce?” You suggested and Jon looked at you hopefully.

“Can they?!” He asked and you laughed.

“You’re gonna have to ask them that” You told your son and he practically jumped in his seat.

Beyond that the ride was quiet, Jon played on his nintendo and as you saw Wayne manor approaching you noticed he was asleep. You smiled. He fell asleep easily while driving.

You parked in the driveway and were met by Alfred.

“I’m glad to see you again Master Y/N” He said and you hugged him.

“Same to you Alfred, could you take my bag in? Jon’s asleep and I don’t wanna wake him” You said and the family butler smiled as you carefully picked your son up in your arms and walked into the house.

It was quieter than you heard on the phone and you lightly placed Jon on a couch in the first living room you passed. Still asleep, though you were sure that wouldn’t last long.

Something that was confirmed when the little boy shot into the air suddenly awake.

“Wha- what’s going on? Where are we running?” He asked confused and you came up to him, lightly guiding him back to the couch.

“Everything’s fine Jon, we’re not running anywhere” You told your son as he took in his surroundings.

“I heard running- did we get to Gotham?” He asks as he looks around and you kiss the top of his head.

“You fell asleep in the car, we just got here” You explained. That happened occasionally. Jon’s super hearing was still developing and he would constantly wake up from naps or in the middle of the night because he heard something a couple blocks away. That’s why you and Clark decided to move into a house in the suburbs. It was less convenient for all of you (even Jon, seeing as his school was in the city) but it was less noisy and generally calmer.

Soon though you realized what running your son was referring to when the three very frustrated men came practically stomping in. Dick, Jason and Tim all looked done with life as they all slumped into different spots on the multiple couches and chairs in the living room. A chorus of “Hey Y/N, hey Jon” and “Finally you made it” (From a very tired Jason) flew through the room as you looked at your nephews.

Jon rubbed his eyes and walked over to hug Jason (AKA his favorite cousin).

“Can we get ice cream?” He asked and you shook your head, holding back a laugh. As disoriented as he was he remembered the ice cream.

Jason looked at you and smiled widely when you nodded.

“Sure thing bud, we got the dad seal of approval so let’s go” Jason said and suddenly he and Jon were filled with newfound energy and excitement. They both walked off and you turned your attention to Dick and Tim. “So that’s why Jay’s here” Dick said and you nodded.

“Babysitting duty, at this point I’m kind of jealous” Tim muttered into a throw pillow and you sighed.

“Alright, now that I’m here can someone actually explain what’s going on?” You asked and Dick nodded.

“So um, Talia contacted bruce a few days ago and told him to meet her at the docks then something happened and he came back with a kid in hand-” Dick explained and Tim cut him off.

“A very violent and generally rude kid” The teen supplied and you sighed.

“And how do we know that he’s Bruce’s? We can’t exactly take Talia Al Ghul’s word for it” You said and they nodded.

“You don’t have to, see for yourself” Tim said in annoyance and Dick huffed. “We have DNA confirmation too” Dick added and you nodded, standing up.

“I’m guessing they’re in the cave” You said and when both boys agreed you gestured for them to go.

“Lead the way then” and they did.

You hated being in the batcave and you avoid it at all costs but you always seemed to forget just how impressive it is. You followed Dick and Tim to where Bruce sat at his annoyingly oversized computer.

“I thought you hated being in here” Is all he said once you were in earshot and you scoffed.

“Hello Bruce, it’s nice to see you too. Missed your calls this week so this is the first time we’re talking about something none business related all week but that’s fine- a perfectly polite way to greet your older brother” You grumbled and Tim and Dick snickered.

“Well I wasn’t the one who called you over here for a “family emergency”” Bruce said and glared at Dick who raised his hands in surrender.

“Sorry but if you weren’t gonna tell him I was” Dick defended though it only seemed to annoy Bruce more.

“Is it true?” You asked, getting back onto the topic at hand.

“Yes” Bruce said and you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“How many times does Alfred have to give you that talk for it to mean something Bruce-” You muttered and Bruce interrupted.

“Will you stop. I didn’t know he existed until Talia told me and basically left him here. Besides this really isn’t any of your business” Bruce said and you sighed. “Every time Bruce, when will you understand that your life is my business because we’re family. Now where is this nephew of mine?” You asked, changing the subject and Dick pointed to a corner of the cave where a young boy was swinging a sword.

“He got mad we wouldn’t allow him to cut up the bushes in the garden so he moved here” Dick informed and you slowly walked up to the boy. He was small and beside the green eyes and darker skin he looked just like Bruce. You smiled sadly at the sight before Bruce cleared his throat. “Damian, come here please” He said and the boy finally stopped swinging his sword.

“What?” He asked and you could hear the sharpness of his tone. He had a temper.

“Damian, this is-” Bruce began to introduce you but Damian interrupted.

“Y/N Wayne, my uncle. I know.” Damian said and you examined the young boy. He looked 10 maybe 11 years old so only a few years older than your own son Jon. His posture was practically perfect, he stood confidently and met your gaze.

“You are also shorter than I expected” Damian said, maintaining eye contact with you and your eye twitched.

“Well he’s definitely yours” You said and Dick burst out laughing. Tim was at least able to hold back his own laughter, unlike his brother. Bruce massaged his temples.

“Why are you like this?” He asked and you still looked at the young boy.

“Why are you here uncle? It was my understanding that you live in Metropolis and lived under the radar.” Damian asked and you looked at him questioningly.

“Am I not allowed to meet my nephew?” You asked. The uncle-nephew terms have never been thrown around this early after meeting. To this day only Jason called you uncle Y/N and you didn’t mind it so this was new.

“I was under the impression you did not concern yourself with Batman” He said and you nodded.

“But you aren’t just Batman’s son are you? You’re also Bruce Waynes” You said, matching his slightly condescending tone.

“I am Damian Wayne Al-Ghul. Grandson of the Demon and Son of the Batman. I will be his successor as I was trained to be from birth” He declared and you looked at him as if he just told a joke.

“Are you? Well you’ve got your work cut out for you Bruce, let me know if you need parenting advice” You told your brother, patting his shoulder as you turned to leave. You were surprised to see Damian stand in front of you, his sword pointing at your neck. “Are you questioning my legitimacy? I am Batman’s true son! His blood son!” He exclaimed, rage was filling him and you felt Brace pull you behind him as Tim and Dick moved Damian’s sword away from you.

“Damian!” They all yelled but the young boy continued.

“Perhaps mother was wrong and will get in my way, although I doubt you could do anything. You are only an untrained civilian, I could easily take you out.” Damian continued and Tim was holding him back.

“That’s enough. Go to your room Damian.” Bruce said, his voice low and final. The boy looked offended but stormed off towards the exit.

All three boys turned to see if were okay and you nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Never been held at sword point by a child but I’ll be fine” You said and looked at Bruce.

“What happened to him that he’s like that?” You asked and Bruce looked away, you noticed a hint of shame as he spoke.

“He was raised by his mother within the League of Assassins until now” He explained and Dick chimed in.

“Hence the violence” He added and Tim elbowed him in the ribs. “You looked at where Damian disappeared to and sighed.

“Poor kid” you said and Bruce cleared his throat.

“Are you staying the night?” He asked and you shook your head.

“I don’t know. I have to talk to Clark, see if we can figure out how we want to explain this” You explain and Bruce nods.

“Where is Jon? Alfred said you were coming with him” Bruce asks and you nod.

“I called Jay and asked him to babysit, they’re off getting ice cream right now” you answered and Bruce nodded.

You called Jason and asked him to keep Jon out of the manor for a bit longer, he didn't have an issue. Jason didn’t particularly like being in the manor anyways so being out and about with his favorite (and only) cousin? Sounds fun.

You sat on the bed you and Clark share whenever you come to the manor and waited for the static on the small device in your hand to become a clear image. It took a few minutes but the device projected a small video feed of Clark. “Hey honey, what’s going on?” He asked, you had asked his coworkers in the watchtower to help you reach him even if he was in a different star system.

“Bruce has another kid, this one’s actually his. He was raised by assassins and he’s about Jon’s age.” You explained and Clark looked a bit confused.

“Jon’s out with Jason right now and I don’t know what to do” You confessed and Clark smiled sympathetically.

“Maybe it’s time he knows? He can keep it a secret and it’s not like he can just not interact with this new cousin- which I have a lot of questions about but those can wait till I get back” Clark said and you smiled, you missed him. Even if he was only gone a few days. “I wish he didn’t have to. I really wanted to keep him away from Batman” You said and Clark smiled.

“I know but I think he’s ready. Besides, think how excited he’ll be when he sees he finally has a cousin his age?” Clark said and you chuckled.

“I miss you” You said and he smiled. That big smile that Superman was known for.

"I know, I miss you too. And things are going on track, I’ll be home soon-” He said and static crackled before his image came back on the projection.

“Hug Jon for me, I love you, I have to go” He said and with another static he was gone.

“Please be safe love” You told the static when you heard footsteps outside the door. You carefully got up and walked to the door. “Who’s there?” You asked as you opened the door to find Damian walking away.

“Damian?” You asked, out of all the people it could have been you didn’t even think it could be him.

“I was simply passing by.” He said and you heard something in his voice- sadness.

“Damian, is something wrong?” You asked and he glared at you.

“I do not need your pity” He spat and you sighed. This boy reminded you so much of Bruce at his age.

“It’s not pity. It’s concern” You explain and walk back into your room, leaving the door open. If he really is like Bruce he’ll walk after you into the room once he understands the door is open for him.

You sat at the edge of your bed and looked at the many pictures hanging on the walls. Pictures of your family.

Soon enough the newest addition to that family cautiously walked in. He stayed quiet and so did you until he spoke.

“You are not simply married to some reporter are you?” He asked and you shook your head.

“I wish I was but no, Clark isn’t just a reporter” You answer and Damian comes closer.

“You being married to Superman does not change your uselessness.” Damian says and you shake your head.

“Why were you listening to my conversation Damian?” You ask and the young boy becomes defensive.

“I was not listening! I could not care less how disgusting you are with the Kryptonian” He said and you looked at him.

“Damian. In this family we don’t spy on people. If we want to know something we ask and if that person doesn’t want to tell us we respect it. This was not a conversation you should have been listening to” You explain calmly and Damian scoffs.

“We are not family. You said so yourself, you do not wish for me to meet your son.” Damian said and you sighed. You hoped he didn’t overhear that part.

“Damian-” You tried to say but the boy’s emotions were getting the better of him.

“It doesn’t matter! Mother warned me that you were simply a useless civilian, a businessman. That the only obstacle you pose to me is your station as CEO of father’s company. Go ahead and take your spawn home. It is obvious you do not want me around him” He said and you thought for a second you saw betrayal in his eyes before he stormed off yet again.

Half an hour later Jason came back with Jon. You met the both of them in front of the manor and Jon ran up to tell you about how much fun he and Jason had at the ice cream place where Jason let him put as many toppings as he wanted! And then at the arcade with all of the fun games and he got to be Batman! She showed you a paper Batman mask that he won and you smiled and awed at his amazing mask.

“I hope that ice cream will not ruin your appetite Master Jon” Alfred said and Jon shook his head.

“Nope! The bumper cars made sure I was still hungry!” He announced and Alfred took the boy to wash his hands.

You looked at Jason and smiled.

“Thank you Jason, this helped a lot” You told him and he nodded.

“No problem Uncle Y/N, I’m always happy to spend time with the pipsqueak. Speaking of, how'd it go with the demon spawn?” He asked and you shook your head.

“First of all, that nickname is rude and second of all- I don’t know. I managed to get Clark on a call-” You began to explain and Jason huffed.

“From halfway across the galaxy? Now that’s A+ communication!” He joked and you rolled your eyes.

“Well he thinks it’s time. I don’t really think I have a choice so could you stay for dinner?” You asked and Jason nodded.

“I mean it’s probably better than the week old Chinese take out I have in my fridge” He joked and you lightly slapped his arm. “That sounds disgusting, throw it out when you get home” You scolded.

Alfred came back with Jon and you knelt down to hug and kiss Jon’s head.

“Your pa says hi” You told him and Jon pouted.

“You talked to Pa? That’s not fair! I wanna say hi” He whined and you ruffle his dark hair.

“It was an emergency call, you’ll get to say hi and see what cool souvenir he brought for you when you get home” You told him as Alfred led him to the dining room.

Bruce soon came up followed by Dick and Tim.

“Did you manage to talk to Clark?” Dick asked and you nodded.

“I guess it’s time. Will Damian be joining us for dinner?” You asked and Bruce shook his head.

“He locked himself in his room” He said and you nodded.

“Okay, well after dinner I was thinking we could sit him down-” You tried to plan but Tim looked excited for once.

“Why not show him the cave? It’s cooler and the kid already loves Batman” He said and you saw a hint of a smile cross Bruce’s face. Ever since he was a toddler Jon adored Batman, much to Clark’s dismay. He always hoped he’d be his son’s favorite superhero but no- that honor went to Bruce or more specifically Batman.

All three men looked at you and you turned back to look at your son. Jon sat down and talked to Jason and Alfred about something he was doing in school. You sighed but nodded.

“I guess it is more straightforward” You said and as Tim and Dick walked to join their cousin and brother around the table Bruce smiled.

“I was thinking when Clark gets back we can do a family picture, we need to update it” He said and you nodded.

“Sounds good” You said and you and Bruce joined the group around the table.

Dinner was good and filled with pleasant conversations (along with the occasional fight that you, Bruce or Alfred had to break up). When dinner was over you took Jon’s hand and kneeled down to be eye level with him.

“Jon, there’s something your Uncle, cousins and I want to show you. We all think you’re old enough to know and your pa agrees” You told your son and he looked at you, trying to figure out what it is you wanted to show him. You stood up but kept a hold of his hand.

“And I want you to hold onto my hand the whole time okay?” You asked and Jon nodded.

You nodded to Bruce and you all left the dining room and went to the grandfather clock in the foyer.

Bruce turned the hands and Jon watched intently. When the clock opened revealing a tunnel he awed and oohed as you two followed Bruce and the boys. Jon didn’t say anything as he looked around the batcave. He saw the glass cases of costumes and the huge computer setup, the many cars and gadgets and looked in awe at the giant dinosaur and in confusion at the giant penny.

Eventually you all congregated by the computers and Bruce sat at his chair.

“Jon, just like Pa has a secret, so does Uncle Bruce” You began to explain and Jon, in awe exclaimed.

“Uncle Bruce is Batman?!” Jon looks at you and Bruce for an answer and finds it in Bruce’s proud smile. Jon’s next question is aimed at you as if ignoring the others in the room.

“Does that mean he knows Pa’s secret?” Jon whisper yells and you nod.

“It was actually thanks to Uncle Bruce and Dick that I met your Pa” You shared and Jon stuck his tongue out.

“Ew! I don’t wanna hear that story again” He said and took off, flying around the cave.

“Wait- does that mean- Oh my gosh are you guys the Robins?” Jon questions his cousins, flying up to be at eye level with them. Tim nods.

“Yup! I’m Robin, Jason is Red Hood and Dick is Nightwing” Tim explained and Jon looked around, taking in all the new information. He flew to Jason.

"Oh my gosh does that mean you died?!" He asked, his tone was surprisingly excited.

"And came back, yup" Jason explained. He was always the best with Jon.

“Why is he here?” Damian’s voice cut through the cave like a knife and you all turned to the young boy. Jon shot back to the ground meaning he immediately stopped flying and fell on his butt.

“Who are you?!” He exclaimed and Damian scoffed.

“I’m Damian Wayne Al Ghul. Who are you and what are you doing in my father’s base of operations?” Damian asked and pointed his sword at Jon. You knew you shouldn’t be worried, Jon was invincible, a sword couldn’t hurt him but you were very worried.

“Damian. Put the sword down!” Bruce ordered and the boy reluctantly did as he was told.

“This is my son Jon. Jon, this is Damian” You introduced and Jon looked confused.

“Damian is Bruce’s youngest son” Dick explained and it then dawned on Jon what that meant.

“I have a cousin my age?” He asked and Damian scoffed.

“Please, I have no connection to you” He said and you were not pleased.

“Damian-” You began but he cut you off again.

“If you wish to apologize I do not care” He said and you sighed.

“I was wondering if you’d like to show Jon around” You asked and Jon looked between you and Damian.

“Why should I do such a thing. It is a waste of my time” He said but Jon looked at him with his pleading puppy dog eyes and inevitably you watched as your newest nephew showed your son around the batcave.

“That was unexpected” Tim said and Jason laughed.

“The kid’s basically indestructible, he’ll be fine” Jason said and you sighed.

Your life was weird.

760 notes · View notes

dccomicsimagines · 2 years

Text

An Old Custom - Damian Wayne x Reader

Requested by Anon - Can I have an imagine with Batman Beyond Damian Wayne? Please? with sprinkles on top?

Requested by Anon - Older!Damian celebrating Valentine’s Day

Author’s Note - I combined these requests together. Also I assumed you mean Damian in the new Batman Beyond comics since he isn’t in the show? If not, let me know.

***

Old Ra’s al Ghul led Damian down the steps into the mountain base where the League of Shadows had made it’s home. His breath still visible as they went deeper. They entered the throne room, which was empty except for the lone Shadow standing behind the throne.

“I will retire now,” Ra’s said, glancing at his grandson. “You should as well.”

Damian nodded, lips pursed in a firm line. “I will shortly. There is a matter I have to see to first.” Ra’s nodded and slowly walked off. His staff cracking against the stone floor. Damian watched him go, willing him to go faster. Once Ra’s was gone, Damian allowed himself to relax. “Are my chambers ready?” he demanded of the lone Shadow.

“Yes Master.” The Shadow bowed quickly.

“Good.” Damian turned and marched out of the room. He walked down the long hallways, nodding at each Shadow who stepped out of his way. They all bowed to him, showing proper respect. While he enjoyed the power this gave him, he wished they would disappear at the moment.

Damian came to the kitchens. Several servants gasped at the sight of him, quickly stopping what they were doing to bow. However, the one servant washing dishes didn’t stop to bow. Damian almost smirked at the sight. “I require a meal brought to my room.” He looked at the head cook. The cook tittered, but nodded. The servant washing dishes stopped and turned to look at him. Their eyes were sparkling, yet their face remained expressionless. “Enough for two.” Damian kept his eyes on the cook. “I’ll be waiting.”

With that, Damian spun and marched back out of the room. He heard whispers erupting from behind him, but he didn’t care. A smirk pulled at his lips. He wished he didn’t have to be so indirect, but in his position, he had no choice.

***

His room had been prepared as requested. Warm carpets covered the stone floors, tapestries lined the walls, adding color and keeping in the cold away. The fireplace had a roaring fire. He added another log to keep it going strong.

A knock sounded on his door. “Come in.” He turned to see a servant with the food tray. They bowed before placing it on the table in the middle of the seating area. “Anything else, Master?”

“No.” Damian narrowed his eyes. The servant bowed again and backed out of the room. Once the door was closed, Damian turned to take off his robe and armor. He tossed them on the nicely made bed. It looked even more comfortable than before.

Suddenly, three quick knocks followed by two soft ones sounded from his door. Damian’s heart skipped a beat. The door opened revealing you, the dish washing servant. You slipped inside and quickly closed the door behind you.

“Hello beloved.” Damian dropped his last gauntlet and moved to take you in his arms. You kissed him passionately, running your fingers through his hair. Your hands were dry from washing dishes all day. It angered him, but you wouldn’t allow him to move you to a different position. You didn’t want people to think you were sleeping with the Demon’s Head to make your way in the world.

“Damian,” you whispered, pulling away from him. You panted slightly out of breath. Damian loved how flushed your cheeks got when he took your breath away. Your eyes dropped to his bare chest, running your hands down until they rested over his heart. “You didn’t need to put on such a show. You could have told me to meet you in usual way.”

“TT.” He shook his head, taking your hand and leading you over to the seating area. He lifted the top of the tray to reveal the delicious meal inside. Your eyes widened. He knew it would be a treat for you. “I wanted you to come tonight and I did not have the time to leave the note for you under my dish.”

You smiled, taking a tentative seat on the luxurious chair. Damian hated that you were uncomfortable, but knew you would recover from that once you started eating. He took a seat next to you, serving you. He left his shirt off once he caught you eyeing his abs.

“What is the occasion?” You licked your lips at the food. Damian nodded for you to eat before getting his own plate.

“It is February 14th.” Damian smiled as you took a big bite of food. “Valentine’s Day. Highly commercialized in America. I never liked it, but it is an old custom to be with the one you love and show your love for them. I thought I should partake in this tradition for you.”

You looked at him, blinking softly with your mouth full of food. Damian took a bit of his own, bumping his knee against yours under the table. You swallowed before leaning over and kissing his cheek. “I love you too,” you whispered, glancing back at the door quickly.

“No one will bother us.” Damian took your hand in his. “I gave orders not to be disturbed.” He kissed your knuckles. “Relax, beloved.”

“If anyone were to learn that I am here...” You looked at him with fear in your eyes. His blood ran cold at the sight. “I am far below your station.”

Damian shook his head. “TT.” He smiled at you before leaning over to nibble your ear. “Like that matters to me and if I say so, you will be safe and no harm will come to you.” He felt you shiver from his breath in your ear. “After all, I’m allowed to chose my own lover.”

You smiled brightly before turning your head to catch his lips. He moaned as you pushed him back in his chair to climb into his lap. Your chest pressed against his. The food on the table left forgotten as you and Damian eventually made your way to the bed.

***

You woke to the feeling of someone stroking your forehead. Opening your eyes, you smiled to find Damian al Ghul Wayne watching you with a look of almost contentment on his face. You sensed you were one of the rare few to ever see that from him. Your heart glowed at the sight. “Good morning, beloved.”

“Wait, what time is it?” You sat up, panic filling you. “I have to be at the kitchens to start the morning meal.” You started to get out of bed, but Damian grabbed your hand and pulled you back.

“It’s fine, beloved. I sent a message for you that you were tending to a personal matter.” Damian smirked. “Besides, I realize I haven’t completed the Valentine’s Day custom.” He turned away from you, reaching into the bedside table. You crawled back under the covers. The room had chilled since the fire died down during the night.

Damian turned back around and set a beautiful wooden box in your lap. You blinked, tracing the design on the top. It must be priceless. You felt so unworthy. “Damian, I don’t know if I can have this.”

“TT, open it before you say that.” You glanced up at him. His eyes sparkling a bright green. Your heart melted as you drew your attention back to the box. With only your fingertips, you open the box to find a ornate gold dagger inside. You stared at it in awe. “It is one of my mother’s daggers before she passed. It has the symbol of al Ghul.” He nodded to the hilt.

“I can’t have this.” You looked at him with tears in your eyes. “Thank you, I love it, but I can’t keep this.” You bit your lip at the disappointment that flashed in his eyes. “Damian, someone of my station can’t have something like this. It will be assumed that I stole it.”

He frowned deeply as you closed the box. “Having that knife will not cause you harm.” He kissed your cheek. “It shows you are mine. If anyone in the League gives you trouble, presenting this knife will stop them instantly because it shows you are my beloved.”

You blushed. “So we don’t have to sneak around anymore? This will make our relationship clear to all?”

“Yes, and provide you safety.” Damian smiled as you opened the box again and took the dagger in your hand. “Also I wanted you to be able to defend yourself.” He laid his hand on yours, adjusting your grip on the dagger. “I’ll have to train you to use it, but I think it looks rather good.”

“Thank you.” You turned to kiss his lips. “But I have nothing for you?”

“Your company alone is enough.” Damian stole another kiss. He moved your hand to put the knife back in the box before closing it and reached out to set it on the table. His lips stayed on yours. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you, Damian.” You buried your fingers in his hair as he crawled on top of you. Time stopped as you both celebrated your love.

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne imagine #dc comics imagines #dc reader insert #robin #robin x reader #robin imagine #older!damian wayne #batman imagines #batman #batman beyond #batman beyond Damian Wayne #batman beyond x reader #batman beyond imagine

515 notes · View notes

escapenightmare · 3 years

Text

Dick : Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail

Y/N : No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

3K notes · View notes

geowrites03 · 2 years

Text

Smile pt.2

Damian Wayne x Joker’s daughter!reader

Summary: After y/n tries to get rid of her father Tim finds out about her and tells Damian that what he knows is true. He loves her. But he’s still so unsure to admit yet.

-Also I thought I should mention that Damian is aged up (18)(i was supposed to mention this in the first part but i forgot)(but is still not good for showing or expressing his emotions for plot/storyline) and all the other batboys are their normal ages.-

Part 1 Part 3

Spotify Playlist

The old rusted pipe felt strange in hands. It was cutting and digging into my palms as I swung and hit my target on the ground. I’ve been waiting so long for this. Sweet revenge is finally mine.

“Is that all you got you little bitch!?” He was screaming at me while laughing, but it all fell upon deaf ears. I swung and hit him in the mouth and laughed at the sight of him spitting up blood and two teeth. “You’re not so different from me, you know? Laughing in the face of chaos and other peoples pain, you’re daddy’s little girl.”

I was so fucking tired of him and his little comments. I was done taking his shit. I hit him on the temple causing him to fall face down. After a few more mindless and careless blows I dropped the pipe and left the warehouse.

When I arrived home I collapsed on my bed and hugged my pillow. Was he right? Am I just like him? Surely I’m not, or am I just hoping? Either way I’m still hanging by thread. Would Damian find out somehow?

The last question kept circling around in my mind, then eventually lead to more; Would he still be my friend if he found out? Would I even be able look him in the eyes without him figuring out how bad of a person I am? Would he even want to be in the same room as me? Would he even want to be in the same school as me? Same school as a psycho?

I didn’t get any sleep last night my brain was way too preoccupied with questions, questions that made me want to give up. I couldn’t give up now, not after my big accomplishment. But I want to. I feel like I need to, for Damian’s sake. It would be better for him if he wasn’t unknowingly friends with an attempted murderer.

Damian’s POV~

Last night was interesting to say the least. While on patrol we came across the Joker’s almost dead body in an abandoned warehouse. It wasn’t even noticeable that he was alive he was face down on the ground and beaten, he barely had a pulse. There was an old pipe next to him, blood on the end clearly the end he was beaten with, but also blood where someone must have been holding it.

I’m not worrying about him though, I’m worrying about y/n. What if the person that tried to kill her father tries to kill her? What was going to happen to her now that her father’s back in Arkham? Her mother was already back in Belle Reve as of two days ago, sure she’s old enough to look after herself, she is 18 and in her last year of high school after all, but she doesn’t like to be alone, even if it is with people that hurt her. She just can’t bare it. What was she gonna do?

When I arrived at school y/n seemed distant. She wasn’t talking to me or her other friends, she wasn’t even answering questions in class like she usually does. It was around lunch when I tried to talk to her in the library but she kept brushing me off. So I tried again in art class.

“Hey, are you okay? You seem upset and you haven’t talked to all day.” She also hasn’t smiled, I miss that bright smile, I need to get it back.

“Yeah I’m fine.” I could tell she wasn’t. She kept her frown on her face and went back to sketching. That’s when I saw what she was sketching, an old, rusting pipe with blood on it, blood on the end, and blood where it was held.

Horror based art wasn’t out of the norm for her, but this was too familiar. I tried to look at her hands to see if they had cuts or scrapes but I couldn’t get a clear view.

I went onto work on some of my own art occasionally trying to look at her hands. There was one point where she put her pencil down to crack her knuckles and I saw a slight cut on her palm, but I could just be seeing things because I’m paranoid.

When I got home I went right down to the batcave and tried to look for the pipe so I could possibly run some of the blood through the system to see if it matches hers. I don’t really know why I care this much I would love her either way, but I just want to see if she was pushed far enough by father to do something like this.

“Looking for this?” I turned around to see Tim with the evidence bag that contains the pipe. “Why have you been so obsessed with the Joker’s daughter and everything that might concern her recently?”

“TT- It’s none of your damn business, Drake.” He raised his eyebrow at me and had a look of concern on his face. I tried to reach for the bag but he retracted his arm then held it above our heads he’s just a bit taller than me so I can’t reach. “Just give it to me!”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on.” His voice was low and serious. I have no idea why he wanted to know so bad. Does he think that I can’t have a situation on my own. He doesn’t need to get involved. “I just want to make sure you’re okay and safe.”

“I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Just give me the pipe.” He looked hesitant. He should know that I’m able to do things on my own. Especially find out if my friend has done a crime or not.

“I’m not going to give it to you until you tell me what’s going on.” I only looked away and didn’t say anything, trying to think if I should tell him or not. “If you don’t tell me I’ll tell Bruce about it, then he’ll get it out of you.”

“Fine.” I explained to him the situation from the start. How I found out y/n was the Joke’s daughter. How she was being abused. And how I believe that she tried to kill her father.

“Why didn’t you tell us this when you found out?” He handed the pipe over to me.

“I didn’t know how you would react.” I looked to the ground.

“Why do you care about her so much?” I shrugged and tightened my grip on the pipe, I already knew his next question, I was just praying he wouldn’t ask it, “How do you feel about her? Do you genuinely like her?”

“She’s just a friend, Drake.” He looked skeptical and sat down on a chair near me while i kept my eyes averted.

“Are you sure? Friends don’t care this much.” I looked over to him in disbelief.

“Friends do care!” My eyes were started to water due to all my current mixed emotions, I’m just so confused.

“I never said they didn’t, I just said not this much.” He must’ve seen my eyes because he got up and put his hand on my shoulder. I gave him a confused look. “Just a friend wouldn’t have gone this far with it, you did research, you kept an eye on her, you want to protect her and keep her safe.”

“But-”

“No buts, I can tell how devoted you are to her and keeping her safe, you love her.” He was starting to crack through my shell just like Dick had previously, but I don’t want to let anybody else in.

“You know nothing. You can’t ‘tell’ anything about me.” I shoved his hand off of my shoulder and left to the other room.

Do I love her? The question was floating in my head while testing the blood on the side of the pipe that was held. It did come back with her DNA, but why did I want to know so bad? It’s not like I’d stop being friends with her. I guess it’s just because I want to help her, even though I don’t know how.

Whilst on patrol I worried about her but I tried not to think about it too much and focus. The more I tried to not think of her, the more I did think of her. Her gorgeous h/l h/c hair and her beautiful e/c eyes.

“Robin,” Father called through the comms “we need help and the abandoned warehouse, get here now!”

“I’m on my way!” I picked my pace and started running. He said ‘we’ so I’m guessing Dick or Tim is already there so hopefully there won’t be too much trouble.

“Where are you?” I ran through the door of the warehouse and went to look for father.

“I’m upstairs but Nightwing should be down on ground level somewhere. But watch out there’s a group of villains down there too.”

I peeked my head around a corner be careful incase there were any villains. Thankfully it was only Dick.

“Be careful, so far we only know that Bane and Poison Ivy are here but there’s most likely more.” I nodded and joined his side. As we were about to leave the room to locate Bane and Ivy a voice I know all too well spoke up from the corner.

“Oh there’s most definitely more.” It was y/n Dick got in a defensive stance obviously waiting for her to attack, she just scoffed, “Not me dummy, I’m on your side for tonight.”

“Says who?”

“Says me, leave the twerp alone.” Jason came through a door from outside.

“Seriously Red?! Do you even know who she is? The Joker’s daughter, do you not remember what he did to you?!” I decided to stay silent and out of it and by the looks of it so is y/n.

“So, it’s not like she’s an exact copy of her father, plus her father has put her through hell and back, she just reminds me of…” He paused for a few seconds. “Me. She reminds me of me.”

“Is it because of the fact that he beat both of us nearly to death with a crowbar?” I snickered at Jason’s reaction on his face, trying to hold my laughter in and so was she. Dick and Jason just stood there in shock.

“Or that he branded us with a J on our left cheeks?” Wait she doesn’t have a J on her cheek, and Dick obviously took notice of that too.

“But you don’t have a J burned onto your cheek. Are you just messing with Jason now?”

“Nope. I cover it.”

“With what?” He was starting to annoy her now and I could tell by the look on her face that she was about to make a snarky comment to get him to shut up.

“Your mom’s ashes!” There it was, the silencer, well it would be silent if Jason and I didn’t burst out laughing and Dick was silent with a shocked face once again.

“Catwoman and I have found out what they’re trying to find.” Bruce had walked in causing me and Jason to stop laughing. “We have to stop them from getting it.”

“Well, what is it? Or are we just supposed to guess and pray to god that they don’t get they’re grubby little hands on it?” I had to try an suppress my laughter as father was also shocked now.

“It’s an ancient knife that came from an Exoplanet called Akina B, it’s got a violet handle encrusted with amethysts and a green obsidian blade. It’s worth millions of dollars and Bane and Poison Ivy are retrieving it for Black Mask.”

“What the fuck would Black Mask want with a space knife?” Jason asked out loud.

“Because in the hands of the chosen one it can give them ultimate power and can destroy Earth. Once he gets the knife he plans on letting it lead him to the chosen one so he can kidnap and manipulate them so he can be the one that actually controls the knife’s powers.”

“Well that’s fun-” Her sarcastic tone got cut off by the door being kicked in and flying off its hinges.

“You’re not wrong y/n, but joining us and helping us beat up Batman and all his little sidekicks would be funner.” Ivy had a vine coming at full towards y/n but she quickly cut it with her sword and ducked out of the way of another vine.

A whole bunch of goons coming into the room caught our attention as we started to fight them.

Y/n’s POV~

As I ducked to avoid another one of Ivy’s vines some random goons, most likely men that Black Mask hired just for this job. They all started to fight while I was still trying to block vines from Ivy. As I cut another one off something glowing green and purple caught my eye from outside of the room. She also took sight of it and darted for it.

Poison Ivy’s fast I’ll admit, but I’m faster. After Nightwing, Robin, Red hood and Batman take out some of the goons they follow. I took knife from its holding stand and with my powers I made a few replicas and turned the one in my hand invisible so only I could see it.

After that there was a bit of confusion from everyone else apart from Catwoman, but the fights all went on.

“You did good kid, I’ll let ya know next time I need help on a mission.” It was kind of unexpected coming from Red Hood, especially because he usually only works alone of with the Bats.

“Woah, did you just say ‘next time I need help’!? Since when do you either NEED or EXCEPT help!?”

They were both on their way home pretty soon and Batman also had to leave to do some ‘important stuff’ that I wasn’t really listening to, he also took the knife to keep safe.

“I can tell that you two need to talk to each other, with the masks off, and clear some air between the two of you.” After saying that she was quick to run away, leaving us alone on a deserted street on the outskirts of Gotham.

“Damian.” That’s all I said, it’s all I needed to because all I wanted him to know was that I knew who he was.

“Y/n.” He reached to take off my domino mask so I reached to take off his.

We both took each other’s off at the same time. I handed him, his and he handed me, mine. Neither of us looked away from each other’s eyes.

“I love you Damian.” I stepped closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I love you too y/n.” He closed the tiniest little gap left between us and wrapped his arms around my waist. “But are you sure?”

“Yes I am sure.” I paused and studied his but as usual he’s unreadable. “Are you sure?”

“I don’t know.” He unwrapped his arms from my waist and puts his mask back on before starting on his way back home.

He knows I hate being alone. He fucking knows it. But he still left me here. All alone.

#dc reader insert #damian wayne x jokers daughter!reader #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x y/n #damian wayne x you #damian wayne #damian wayne x villain!reader

164 notes · View notes

uncpanda · 3 years

Text

Alone

Prompt: The song Mine by Taylor Swift.

AN: In which Bruce is Taylor in the song!

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Fem!reader

Requested by: @butterflyjames

Bruce was used to being alone. He had been alone for years, and he was pretty sure he was destined to stay that way. And then he met you. He was two years into being Batman and he’d been at some gala. It was a mandatory thing. It was the type of party, where Alfred hoped he’d meet another socialite, fall in love, have baby socialites, and then have a not so happy divorce a few years after that. Okay, Alfred probably hadn’t been hoping for a divorce.

And then he met you. He’d seen glimpses of you all night, moving around the floor, nearly invisible, thanks to your servers uniform, but not quite thanks to the drinks on your tray. He hadn’t paid close attention until someone had mentioned his parents, and more and more people had mentioned them and the panic attack had started. He hadn’t even realized that’s what it was. He’d made it to this tiny little alcove before it had set in, and then you’d appeared.

You had set your tray of drinks on the ground, and knelt next to him. Your hand had settled on his back, and your voice had been kind, “You’re having a panic attack. Can I loosen your tie for you?”

He had nodded frantically, and then your fingers had unfastened the bow tie, and undone the top three buttons of his shirt. That had helped a little. “Deep breaths. In through your nose and out through your mouth.” Once he had done that you had told him to find a focal point and he had found you.

You’d been different from the piranhas in that ballroom. There had been this glow around you.

“You okay?”

“I’ve been better. But I don’t feel like I’m about to slip away anymore.”

“Yeah panic attacks aren’t any fun.”

“Do you mind staying a few minutes. I just . . . “ He hadn’t wanted to be alone.

You had hesitated before sinking down next to him. You had stayed for nearly thirty minutes. The two of you had talked and Bruce had found himself just a tiny bit in love. But that time had been at great cost to yourself. Once he had gone back in, he had stayed till the end, because he had hoped to see you again. And then he’d heard you being yelled at for disappearing not by your boss, but Mrs. Vanshfvn and her daughters.

He had stepped in then. Your eyes had gone wide and he’d shot you a small smile. It didn’t take him long to realize this was more than an employee thing. While you looked nothing like Mrs. Vanshfvn you had the same eyes as her daughters, and they had the same eyes as their father.

Mrs. Vanshfvn had tried to reassure him that this had nothing to do with him, and tried to distract him by commenting on her daughters’ appearances. Bruce hadn’t cared. He’d simply taken your hand and dragged you out. He didn’t comment on what he saw, instead he’d simply said, “I need a new personal assistant.”

You looked skeptical. “Seriously?”

“Or I can find you a job with another catering company . . .”

“No! I . . . I’d appreciate the job.”

He handed you a card. And the rest had been history. It took you about two weeks to figure out the job. And the two of you had spent a lot of time figuring out his schedule and how to operate things. He was still fairly new in his dealings with the company, but if his overall plan for Gotham was to work out, he had to take a more active role. And you had become the key to that.

Before he knew it, you became the bright spot in his day. You had no problems turning people away. And when he came in bruised and battered with claims of another sporting accident you rolled your eyes and threatened to wrap him in bubble wrap. It made his heart beat quicker.

There were a lot of late nights that turned into hangout sessions, and before he knew it, he was at your place quizzing you for the night classes you took at the local community college. And then, one night, he’d been chasing you around the apartment, trying to get one of the chocolates you were hoarding, and when he’d caught you, he couldn’t help but think that you felt so right in his arms. And then he’d been kissing you and you had been kissing him back. You were his and he was most definitely yours.

Slowly some of his things found a home in your apartment, and you quietly admitted one night that you were the product of an affair. Your mother had seduced your father for blackmail purposes and she had ended up with the motherload: you. He had payed her to stay quiet, but she had always told you it wasn’t enough considering being pregnant had destroyed her body. You had nothing to do with her.

And your father? He had provided for you. He had cared for you. He had loved you and spent time with you. But he hadn’t been able to take custody of you without dragging his family through a very public trial. And while his family knew about you, they hated you. You didn’t blame them.

He had promised you that night that the two of you wouldn’t make those mistakes. You’d stay a team. And he had been able to see it: a future with you. A marriage. Kids. And no more Batman. He’d stepped back from the life of a vigilante. He’d made sure to keep his skills sharp, but he focused on restructuring Gotham from the inside out.

To Alfred’s extreme disappointment. He had married you in a small ceremony in the gardens of Wayne Manor. You’d looked amazing in a simple dress you’d found at a vintage shop. You were the woman of his dreams.

And before he knew it. He had a life he never could have dreamed of. He had two little boys and a baby girl. And he was able to laugh and smile, and things in Gotham seemed to be improving. The crime families were still a problem, but he’d been able to submit proof to news stations anonymously to get corrupt politicians and cops out of their jobs.

And then you’d found the cave. You’d gone into the office, and had noticed the clock was off, and you had gone to fix the time, and you’d opened the door. He and Alfred had been with the kids. And when you hadn’t come back after thirty minutes he’d gone in search of you. He’d found you horrified in the cave.

“Bruce. . . What. . .”

He hadn't tried to lie, “It’s part of my past. I left it behind before we ever got married.”

Your breath had caught, “You were the Batman?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

And now the two of you were in the fight of your life. After going back and forth you had fled the cave at two thirty in the morning. And he was alone again. And that wasn’t something he ever wanted again. He’d spent enough of his life alone.

He charged up the stairs intent on finding you, and then paused, because there you were, on the couch, waiting for him. “Took you long enough.” He braced himself for some sort of goodbye. Instead you had pushed off the couch and gone to him, and he had gathered you in his arms. It took the two of you a while to work through it, nearly five hours and by the time morning came around, the two of you were wrapped around each other. And as the sun slowly rose you had whispered, “I’ll never leave you alone Bruce.” And that filled him with relief, because after all these years of not being alone, and having a family and love he hadn’t realized was possible, he never wanted to be alone again.

#bruce wayne #batman #bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #bruce wayne imagine #batman imagine #DC comics #DC Universe #dc reader insert #dc imagine #bruce wayne x fem!reader

456 notes · View notes

rent-a-bat · 3 years

Note

Hey hey hey, could I get a Tim x F! Reader (not a vigilante) where they are both cuddling in the library and Damian is also there making mean comments about Tim and reader is like "stop or I"ll fight you" and Damians like "you? Sure" and she proceds to takle him and actually try to fight him.

This one was fun!! Thank you for requesting it😊. Hope you like it!!

"Stop! Or I'll fight you"

The words felt foreign in your mouth as you said then, a sudden rush of adrenaline running through you at the prospect of actually doing it, a 14 year old was nothing to you, not even one as trained as Damian, well, as long as you could distract them, one way or another.

You and Tim were enjoying a quiet evening together. After the success of his last case, he had decided to give himself a time to relax, much to your relief.

And you, you were just glad to be around him like this, the heat of the chimney warming you both as you spend the afternoon reading. It felt like heaven.

Until someones arrival broke the peace.

"What are you two doing there? Has age finally gotten to you?"

The sarcasm and the laugh in his voice wasn't missed as Damian began looking through the shelfs.

Your relationship with him wasn't bad, nor was Tim's. You guessed it had something to do with age, maybe puberty. Still, you weren't about to let his comments ruin your afternoon.

"Hey Damian, don't you have some place to be?"

"What, so could start playing bingo? You look like a couple of old people."

And there went the last of your patience.

"Stop! Or I will fight you"

"You? Sure."

Oh, you were so on. If someone had told you you were about to throw hands with a kid this morning, you may not have believed them, but here you were.

He had his back turned on you, he really didn't considered you a menace of any kind.

With the few tricks you had learned from Tim in the time you've known him, you made your way towards him as silently as you could. Trying to hold you laughter with the look Tim was giving you, eyes like saucers and his mouth hanging open like he couldn't believe you were actually doing it.

Once close enough, and before he could fully turn. You tackled him. His hands went up, trying to stop you, but it was too late. You landed on top of him, his back hitting the carpeted floor.

The squawk he let out almost had you doubling down with laughter. He tried to fight you but gave up just as fast. You weren't trained, unlike his brothers, so he stood still.

Smiling down at him, you raised your fist, trying to see if would flinch. He didn't. He looked at you with a slight frown on his face. He was defeated, he accepted his fate.

You lowered down your fist as fast as you could towards his face, but before you could touch him, you stoped.

A single finger came forward, lightly touching his nose.

"Boop."

Red crept at his face, making him blush all the way to his ears. Your smile became bigger, if there was something you had caught on about Damian was that he didn't liked to be treated like a little kid.

"Be nice Damian."

You brushed yourself as you stood up, turning back to look at Tim his expression just as it was a while ago, before you looked back at Damian.

He grabbed his book and turned around, still blushing, pulling up his hoodie tight against his face as he left.

You went back to the couch you were in, opening your book right were you left of, and resumed your reading, your hand reaching out for Tim's until you felt it wrap around yours.

"That was amazing."

A wide smile and eyes full of love had replaced his previous expression. You couldn't help the little laugh that escaped your lips as you smiled at him.

Tag list under the cut (message me if you want to be added - This is also a general tag list so tell me if you don't want to be included)

Tag list: @togasknifes @thelindalorian @fizassyeda @apric-t @brightjimini @candlestudy @dickgraysonsscrumptiousbooty @profoundgreenturtle @little-miss-naill @drebi-san

420 notes · View notes

starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

Text

An accidental flash - Barry Allen x Wayne!reader

Masterlist link

Word count - 1749

Summary; interruption is often than not present in the life of justice, this time Barry Allen is involved

Warnings; nudity, fluff, awkwardness, erection, making out, swearing, brief mention of the talk, mention of murder and prison

The mission had been long and gruelling, and you were just happy that it was over. Being a member of the justice league was hard all on its own, throw being the daughter of Bruce Wayne into the mix, it was understandably a nightmare at times. Sweat riddled your body as though you were the ploy of a river, drowning in your own body’s function as you ripped off your mask and tossed it carelessly onto your bedroom floor; next, your target was the zipper at the front of your suit, luckily your father had fixed it, in the past it had a tendency to get stuck.

Though maybe it’d have been better if it were to have upheld you for a few minutes as you struggled to descend the line of metal teeth downwards, that way you’d have been covered whence an intruder whisked into your room. Everything usually ran slow for him, however this time appeared different, for he showed up just when your suit hit the ground, leaving you half naked, in nothing more than your panties. It took you a moment to even realise that he were there, at your doorway, mouth agape as he took in your exposed beauty.

His heart was practically fluttering out of his chest as he saw you in all your glory, even if it were from the back, and you were sufficiently oblivious to his wondering eyes. Your father would kill him if he ever knew that he were getting this kind of a view of his daughter, but he had yet to panic at that prospect, he was more so focused on how the wading of your spine rippled and the tiresome joints of your shoulders rolled as you stretched your back. Without much of a thought you turned around, with the mental security of the door to your room being closed.

But no longer was it as your eyes widened, and your hands scurried to cover your bare breasts; Barry too realised that his ogling had been a mistake, he knew it was wrong from the get go, but he was so fastened with the concept of being hypnotised by your oblivious magnificence that he’d hardly registered how definitely rude his wordless actions had been. “Oh- I, um- I’m sorry.” The boy stuttered, a flush ravishing his cheeks from being caught shamelessly peeping as he turned around, blocking your entrancing body from his eyes.

“I-it’s, it’s okay Barry.” You confided in him, as you desperately searched for a tee. This base was so new that you’d hardly had the time to move in, a shower sounded absolute, however you were going to need some clothes to change into afterwards. “Do you think you could get me a robe or something please, if it’s not too much?” Barry considered the or something portion of your enquiry as he removed his infamous red hoodie, turning towards you before realising his mistake once more.

“Sure.” He grimaced from his exact mistake again, trying not to begin too drool at the sight of you, moonwalking to reach you and handing you the hoodie, however he tripped over your suit, leaving him in despair on the ground, and you whom had also fallen atop of him. If he hadn’t been so distracted, he could have avoided the awkward scenario that had stumbled the two of you into the current position that you were clambered in. Barry gulped, feeling your breasts pressed straight against his chest, he could feel a masking of nervousness creeping over his neck, as his breath fanned over your upper lip.

“Hi.” He spoke softly, his eyes locked on your own. Doing so concealed his nervousness, and it showed that he had no intent to look elsewhere on your body. A smile sprung onto your lips as you felt the constant pounding in the speedster’s chest, it ravaged against your body as it pulmonary beat through the cage of his ribs, sending unintentional shock waves through your body. You licked your lips, a light furrow distorting your brows as you quirked yourself head at his words, eyes also engaged with frolicking in the visual of his own.

“Hi.” Was your repeat. It was strange to be so close to Barry, especially in this sense, but you weren’t entirely complaining. It was unknown how you were supposed to revel out of this position without him seeing you clad in nothing more than your underwear, a part of you was frustrated that you’d have to. And then you felt it, a solid notion against your leg, spurring from his jeans, and resting against your covered mound. “Please tell me that is your phone.”

An awkward smile, with stretched lips and shown teeth justified the truth; it indeed was no device. He had gotten hard from the accidental predicament that the pair of you had quite literally tumbled into. “Sorry.” He mumbled, about to look down, but remembering that was not such a good idea. “I can’t help it- you’re so beautiful in and out of clothes, and like, it’s my body, that has yours against it, if you get me?” He rambled, making you shake your head at him, and laugh lightly, causing him to freeze.

“Okay.” You replied, hardly believing that you were about to do such an act, as you learn down and pecked his lips. His entire body, and you meant entire, went rigid, lulling in the brief moment that your lips were against your own, a dazed and dopey expression contorting his face. “You good Allen?” You enquired with a pat to his chest, as he licked his lips, reminiscing in the taste of your own. He dumbly nodded, though he intently pulled you back down for another, elongated encore of the action.

The pair of you were enduring a passion, more innocent as it seemed, making you oblivious to the footsteps that gained closeness every moment that you spent revelled in one another. Perhaps no one would have known that you and Barry were entangled like so if your door were closed, but it was not, leaving a sufficient glance for any passers by. When Victor walked passed, he gave you a small applause, and a light catcall, making your head jolt up, only for Barry to pull it back down.

Arthur smirked and shook his head; kids. He said nothing and stoically traipsed past, whilst Dianna recalled that she ought to direct a motive talk to the pair of you later on. Those two were away from your senses. Barry’s hands found refuge on your back, pinning you closer against him as he felt you slither your tongue against his lips, and he was certainly more than happy to allow you entry into the warm and wet cavern of his mouth. He groaned when you tugged delightedly upon his dark locks, feeling how your tongue swirled around in his mouth, fighting and winning dominance in the realm.

It was quite the conjuncture to be caught in, more so by the billionaire in Gotham, the Batman. As soon as Bruce saw you, his daughter, and the young man that he recruited for the team attached in such ways that he did not appreciate, he called out your name, making you shiver against your team member as you looked up, terrified of the fact that he had seen you like this, with Barry! Really, you should have expected nothing more, or at least have shut the door, but you had been too occupied.

Bruce cleared his throat as a blush blossomed over Barry’s skin, he was internally terrified. If you weren’t atop of him, he’d have definitely sped away, saving his skin from the hell that he’d endure from your father. You expected your parent to shout, to scold you, to threaten the life of the man beneath you, but instead he diverted his eyes, and raised his brows, as he thought of the talk that he’d have to have with the pair of you later on. “The two of you missed the meeting, now I see why.”

“It’s not what it looks like.” Bolted from your mouth, but the only response that you earned from your father was him shutting the door, to everyone’s relief. “Fuck.” You groaned, dropping your head upon Barry’s chest. It was embarrassing, sure you were no longer some teenager that needed to be checked on every five minutes, or directed down a narrow path, but it was nerve wrecking all the same. You’d never wanted your father to see you like that, and if he had reprimanded you, that’d have been highly hypocritical all the same.

“He didn’t kill me.” Relief embezzled Barry as he heaved a heavy sigh, dropping his head back onto the carpet. “I mean if he did, then both our fathers would be in prison.” He spoke with a shrug, and you placed a sweet peck onto his jaw, causing a smile to reprimand presence onto his handsome and well structured face.

“Eh.” You shrugged considerably, Barry raising his brows at your reaction, that had yet to be finished. “He’d have someone cover it up, and he’d still be a free man. Money can do quite a lot. For all we know, he’s plotting on taking you out when you least expect it.” You reasoned, making his hands pause their stroking on your back.

“I must insist on another kiss before that happens then.” He puckered his lips, but rather than receiving a diligent peck opposed onto the surface of them, your forefinger pressed down on them, halting his hopes for a continuation.

“Take me on a date Allen.” You winked at him as you stood, no longer covering up from his gaze as you grasped his hoodie, and retreated into the attached bathroom. You were certainly something else, and if Bruce were to kill him in some way, he was sure it’d be worth it. When he was with you, he liked to endure everything slowly, and appreciate every notion in progress that you made, whether it be a true smile or a blunt roll of your eyes.

The sound of the stream from the shower turning on alerted his ears that you were now cleansing yourself, he too thought that sounded like a good idea, and thus he vacated to his own room and did so, singing lightly in the shower as he thought of where he could take you for a first date.

763 notes · View notes

currymariana · 3 years

Text

The tear in my heart (MASTERLIST)

Paring: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: Detective Y/L/N is the youngest yet the most skilled detective in Gotham’s Police, being one of the few James Gordon trusts with Batman stuff. After some time working closely to the Bat, Y/N starts to get the vigilante’s attention. But there's no way this would work right? You spent too much time building a thick wall around yourself. Plus, you wouldn't mix work with personal life, Gotham is your priority, completely focus on your job. So is his, but there is something about you he can’t just let go. Getting close to you as Batman wasn’t a possibility, but maybe he could take a chance as Bruce, right?

"Sometimes you gotta bleed to know

That you're alive and have a soul

But it takes someone to come around

To show you how" - Tear in my heart, twenty one pilots

On hiatus

Prologue Word Count 2.5k

Chapter 1 Word Count 5.5k

Chapter 2 Word Count 6.1k

Chapter 3 Word Count:3.9k

Chapter 4 Word Count: 8.1k

Chapter 5 Word Count: 2.2k

Chapter 6 Word Count: 3.3k

Chapter 7

382 notes · View notes

ragingbookdragon · 3 years

Text

I’m Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 7

Batfamily x Batsis Story

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author’s Note: Anyone order a part seven? Cause I got a part seven for y'all. Enjoy! -Thorne

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

Ever since the meeting that night, she’d gotten more letters from her family than she’d ever received in twenty-one years. Not that she decided to read them. The first line from Dick’s letter was, ”I never wanted you to leave because of me. If only I’d known…”. She couldn’t keep reading, and she wasn’t sure if it were from guilt, sadness, or anger, but there was something there that she didn’t want to face.

It didn’t stop there though. They kept coming even if she tacked a return to sender on it and sent it back. She’d even labeled one and written, ”Stop writing me.” but that didn’t stop them. Wally texted her every other night on top of the letters and she wanted to strangle him through the phone.

She knew though, that if she could keep holding out for three more months, she’d be home free. Wherever home was at this point. Every city she kept thinking about had some type of vigilante and there was nothing that didn’t; eventually she decided on Coast City. Somewhere warm and sunny, and as far from Gotham and Central as possible.

Of course that little voice in the back of her head just kept telling her to talk to them, but she was going to be as stubborn against it as possible—but time was dwindling, and so was her resolve.

***

“Ophelia, have you seen the extra bag of espresso beans? I can’t remember where you put them the other week.” She waited for a response. “Ophelia?” she turned and frowned. “Why did I accept the manager’s position when I can’t even round up my workers?”

She walked out of the storage and wiped her hands on the rag at her waist. “Ophelia?” A giggle sounded at the counter and when she walked out, her eyes went wide at the sight.

Jason was leaning against the counter with that smile he used to use on the models at the galas. He smiled at Ophelia. “Tell me, what do you make better, the cappuccinos or lattes?”

“Well, I make a —”

“She makes a mean ‘get in the back and find my espresso beans’,” she grunted and both of them jumped.

“Melisandre!” Ophelia stuttered, pale cheeks flushing pink. “I thought you were in the back.”

“I was. Think you can go find the coffee beans you put away?” She shot Ophelia a stare that screamed ‘scram’ and the girl nodded, hurrying to the storage room.

“Aww, why’d you run the cutie off, Melisandre?” Jason queried. “I was going to ask her out on—”

“Can I talk to you?” she interrupted, voice barely containing her seething rage. “Outside.”

Jason shrugged and shoved his hands in his jean pockets. “Sure, but be careful, people might get suspicious.”

She grunted and walked outside, listening to him follow and when the door shut, she turned around and hissed, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just getting coffee.”

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Jason. We both know that’s a load of bullshit.”

His eyes narrowed and he noted, “You’ve really gotten comfortable using foul language. You know that, (Y/N)?”

She glared at him. “What. Do. You. Want.”

“You won’t answer our letters,” he shrugged. “Didn’t have a lot of options to talk.”

“And showing up at my job is the better option?” she griped.

“It was that or your house, (Y/N). Take your pick but you can’t have both.”

“Well, maybe my silence is supposed to be the answer to those letters. Did you think about that?”

“I did,” he nodded. “But after the third letter being rejected, I decided to go big or go home.”

(Y/N) growled. “Go home.”

Jason smirked. “No.”

“I’m not fucking joking here, Jason. I don’t want you coming here. Ever.”

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn,” he retorted then stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. “You don’t wanna talk willingly, fine. I’ll make you talk to me. And if I have to show up here every day, I will.”

“No, you won’t.”

Jason cocked a brow and tightened his grip. “You wanna bet? Because I’m not Dick and I’m sure as hell not Bruce. I don’t have a day job to get to.” He smirked. “I can do this all day.”

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek and thought for a moment then sighed and yanked her arm away. “Fine. Come to my apartment after five. We’ll talk there.”

“Thank—”

“Don’t thank me yet,” she interrupted coldly. “I’m agreeing for one meeting and then you fuck off back to Gotham City and leave me the hell alone for good.” She spun on her heel and started back for the door when his voice reached her, tired and pained.

“Do you really hate all of us? Do you really hate us like you make yourself think you do?”

(Y/N)’s feet felt like lead and she stopped, gazing at the glass door. “I don’t know, Jason.”

“Then let me help.”

“You can find the apartment on your own. I know you’re good at looking for homes.” She slipped in the café door, leaving him standing there shocked and hurt.

***

Sure enough, a minute after five o’clock, her doorbell rang and she called, “It’s open.” The door opened and shut, and she looked up from the little kitchenette, watching the way Jason walked into her apartment, gazing around the empty living room.

“Shit, do you live in a home or a prison cell?”

(Y/N) grunted. “Nice quip. Come up with that by yourself?”

He wandered into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter as she prepared dinner. “What’re you making?”

“Chicken marsala,” she replied. “You’re here to talk. Start talking.”

“Are you going to be a bitch like you were the other night or can I ask about life in Central the last three years?” she shot him a glare, warning him, but he paid it no mind. “You going to school?”

(Y/N) nodded. “I go to Central City Community College. Take classes all week at different times.”

“What are you studying?” he asked.

“For now, general studies, but I’m minoring in political science.”

“Planning on a four year after you graduate?”

She shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not.” Her hands stalled for a moment. “I don’t have the money for a big school to get a bachelors.” Shaking her head, she chopped up the vegetables. “Figure if I can get a job in the area, I can scrounge up enough to start the process though.”

“Might take years,” Jason noted, and she nodded.

“Yeah, hard work usually does.” (Y/N) glanced at him. “What’s Cassandra like?”

He blinked, evidently not expecting that, though he recovered and smiled. “She’s great honestly. Kicks ass better than anyone I know.”

“Even Batman?”

Jason huffed a laugh. “I’m sure she could wipe the floor with each of us if she decided to not hold back. Her mom’s Lady Shiva and her dad’s David Cain.”

“I don’t know who they are but I’m assuming from the tone that they’re not exactly the best parents in the world.”

“No…they’re not.” He agreed. “David didn’t teach Cass how to speak so she’s been mute all her life.”

“I’ve heard the few interviews she’s given,” (Y/N) replied. “She’s very eloquent when she does.”

“Shakespeare’s influence. And probably Emily Dickinson.” He smiled. “I leave her a lot of books to read so I can be her favorite.”

She snorted. “Yeah, that sounds like you.” Sliding the cast iron skillet into the oven, she sat at the crappy metal dining table, Jason taking the seat on the other side. (Y/N) scratched at the table. “Does Bruce like her?” she questioned lowly, and he nodded.

“Loves her like she’s his own.” He her with cautious eyes. “Just like he loves you.” Jason watched the emotion flash across her face, quick as lighting, a deep sorrow, then she was humming.

“Well, that’s good then.” She cleared her throat and looked at the clock. “How’ve you been? I hear a lot about Outlaws.”

Jason chuckled. “Yeah, that’s my band of renegades. Me, Roy Harper, and Koriand’r.”

“Remind me, those were Speedy and Starfire, right?”

He snorted. “Arsenal and Starfire. But yeah, close enough.”

(Y/N) got up and pulled two glasses from the cabinet before going to the refrigerator and getting the lemonade. She poured them both glasses and sat back down. “How’d you manage to wrangle two of the Titans into your posse?”

“Kori willingly tagged along, and Roy won’t leave me alone,” he griped, sipping his lemonade.

“Mmm…and how does Dick feel about you stealing two of his exes?”

Jason choked on his drink, spilling it on the table and down his chin. “That’s not—” he coughed. “That’s not what that is.”

“Uh huh, sure it’s not.”

“It isn’t,” he glowered.

“Riiiiiiight,” she drawled out with a grin, then took a sip and set her glass back down. “Figured you’d get Cass along with you. she seems like she’d be fit for Outlaws.”

He shook his head. “Nah, she’d be better off with Tim and his Young Justice weirdos.”

“She non-lethal?”

“Mhm.”

They dwindled into silence until the timer went off on the oven and she pulled the skillet out and set two plates on the table. “You’re gonna feed me?” he asked as she handed him a fork.

(Y/N) scoffed. “Duh. I’m a bitch, but I’m a bitch with manners.” She smiled sweetly. “But you have to leave afterwards.”

“Mmm…can I crash on your couch?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

He shrugged. “Figured I’d try anyways.”

They ate in silence, occasionally speaking about their lives the last three years, and when the food was all gone and the lemonade drunk, he sighed and reclined in the chair.

“What?” (Y/N) questioned and he shrugged.

“Dunno…I’d like to do this again soon.” His teal eyes found hers. “It’s been too long since we were together.”

“Tread carefully,” she murmured, looking at the wall and he sighed.

“Sis, talk to me,” he begged. “Even if it’s just to tell me how much you hate me, just talk to me.” She didn’t respond and he sighed again, standing from the table. “Thanks for dinner.”

“…I hate that you all put Gotham and every civilian before our family.” Jason stopped dead in his tracks and turned, gazing at her, though she didn’t tear her eyes from the wall. “I hate that the only time I felt like anyone paid any attention to me was when we were at galas and even then, the attention was just for show. It didn’t matter because all anyone wanted to do was get the hell out of the manor and go on patrol. It didn’t matter because I wasn’t like any of you. I wasn’t a part of the real family.”

Tears gathered in her eyes. “I hate that I spent more nights sitting in a dark and silent manor than spending them with my family. I hate that I never had a normal family growing up where we’d go for ice-cream after school and attend school performances. I hate that I got stuck with a bunch of siblings hellbent on giving every piece of themselves to the world and they couldn’t take one night off to have a family night to save their lives. To at least pretend to be normal.”

(Y/N) finally took her eyes from the wall and he felt his heart tighten as the tears slipped down her cheeks and she breathed, “I hate that I was born Bruce Wayne’s biological daughter and I’d give anything and everything I have to be someone else’s daughter and sister.”

Jason’s mouth felt dry, and he didn’t have single thing to say to her and she whispered, “Is that what you wanted to hear, Jason?” she blinked. “Because that’s what I feel every morning I wake up.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, and she cleared her throat, wiping her cheeks.

“Yeah well, I’m three years passed sorry.” (Y/N) nodded to the front door. “You should leave now.”

Jason nodded but his feet didn’t move. For a moment, he couldn’t move them, then he sucked in a breath and started edging back to the door. When he neared the door, he pulled it open and paused, looking back at her. “(Y/N)?” she didn’t answer but he said it anyway. “I love you. More than you’ve ever known.” He sighed and stepped out, closing it behind him.

(Y/N) buried her face in her hands and sobbed alone at the dinner table.

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

Tags!: @itsnottilly @cloudyskylines @starflyer-104 @iwillstaywiththemforever @justine-en @weirdgirlfromtx @notsostraightweeb @candlestudy @willowoo @peterxwade24 @the-atlantic-french-fry @bad-bouquet-of-emotions @vvipgot7be @pure-princess-97 @atomicsoulhumanspy @foreverthefloor @natatawa-ako @impactshawol @bethabear12 @adazzlingsakura @kimhanbiin @thatanonymouschocolate @mischief-writter-24-7 @lostinwonderland314 @elz-zalarrr @lady-of-the-abyss @peqchynero @d3m0n8ch1ld @goldenguki @fallen-wolf22 @battlenix

595 notes · View notes

a-fandom-reimagined · 3 years

Text

You packed up the last of your things and started for the elevator. You were so tired you could barely stand. Everything hurt. A small price to pay for training with the Titans.

"Hey, you headed out?"

You turned. It was Dick.

"Yeah," you smiled.

"It's kinda late don't you think?"

You checked your phone. 9:30 p.m. "Not really," you frowned.

Dick shoved his hands in his pockets. "You know they say crime never sleeps, right?"

"Maybe not in Gotham," you teased.

"Not anywhere," he replied. All business.

"What are you trying to say?"

He shrugged his shoulders, cheeks going slightly pink. "Nothing. Nothing at all it's just… I don't think I'd be able to take it if something happened to you, Y/N."

"You wanna walk me home?" you guessed.

"I want you to move in with us."

Your jaw dropped. "Because the city isn't safe?"

"Because you're here all the time anyway and you're practically a Titan already." He paused. Taking a deep breath. "Because I like you and I want you here. With me."

REQUESTED! | REQUESTS: OPEN | REBLOG DON’T REPOST | GIF?

345 notes · View notes

notwonderlandsworld · 2 years

Text

You Suck At Guessing (Batkid!Reader)

So, I’m going to essentially make a small little…not series per say…but I will have the same timeline kind of. So You could say this will be the start of the Batfam journey on my account lol.

pairing(s): Bruce Wayne/Batman x Child!Reader

warning(s): mentions of sex trafficking, cursing

word count: 1.6k

When you first met Batman, he saved you from an ‘underground’ traffic ring that worked in kidnapping children more specifically.

You had found out about them and went to the police for help. When they ignored your statement, you decided to take things into your own hands. Well, that, and it also didn’t help that you kicked one of the cops that called you a “disease-riddled orphan”.

Eventually after some days, you found the group responsible and discovered where they kept the kids locked away. In the mist of freeing them, you failed to notice a man and a woman behind you. Knocked unconscious, you awoke in a cage big enough for only a large dog. Attempting to break free, you shook the cage back and forth.

“Is this them?” you heard a voice ask. Looking up, you saw a hunched over figure. He had two people behind him, following. “Yes. We caught them breaking the cages free. There’s no more kids besides them.” one of them answered, gesturing towards you.

Those fuckers are the ones who knocked me out.

Shaking the cage a little harder in hopes to break free, the hunched over figure laughed. Grinning, they spoke, “Looks like a feisty, little fucker’ huh?” Walking closer to the cage that held you hostage, they slammed their palm against the top of it.

You tried to hide your flinch, but it hadn’t gotten unnoticed. Leaning down, the hunched person glared into your eyes, “I’m gon’ make sure you get the worst for fuckin’ freein’ my merchandise ya little piece of shit.”

You glared back at him, “You all are filthy people! Be lucky I didn’t kill you all off at all, only some disgusting pedophiles like you could do this!” The two people not far behind laughed along with a figure. Out of instinct, you spit in their face.

It grew quiet as they wiped off their cheek, eyes now full of anger. Fuck, that can’t be good.

They growled as they grabbed onto both sides of the cage and shook it furiously, “How about I just keep ya for myself eh?! How about I pull you outta this thing and work ya in myself?!” He yelled back the two people behind him, “Give me the fucking keys so I can show this little shit their place!”

When they didn’t answer, he turned around, “I gave you bitches an order—”

They were gone.

Confused, the figure let go of the cage and stood up. You yelped as you landed on the floor mixed with the feel of the hard iron bars. Looking around, you wondered where the two people had gone before jingling with the lock on the hatch.

You heard a scream before looking away from your initial target. They were gone, and standing in front of you was none other than Batman himself. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at you. “Hi…” you managed to get out, sitting back.

He didn’t say anything as he knelt down, pulling a weird tool from his belt. Insert it inside the lock, he was able to rip off the hatch along with the door. “Don’t worry, you're safe now.”

All the adrenaline you had left in your body suddenly vanished when you realized just how close the situation was. If Batman hadn’t shown up when he did…

Before the tears could roll down your cheeks, you ran forward and hugged him, burying your face in his neck. You felt him stiffen underneath before his huge arms wrapped around your back. Trying your best to hide the sniffles, burying your face in his neck.

“It’s ok.” you heard him say.

Being lifted off the ground, Batman looked around the other cages, noticing them open. “Can you tell me what happened?” he asked. Pulling away from his neck, your tear stained eyes locked onto his white ones. “I set the other kids free.”

Hiccupping, you tried your best to explain the situation from the beginning. He was listening as he walked out of the old building and towards the Batmobile. Gasping when he opened the passenger door and placed you inside, he motioned towards the building again.

“I’ll be back to check if there are more kids there.”

You nodded, shakily buckling up when he closed the door and left. Why did he even place you inside? You could literally drive off at any moment. Or could you?

Bruce eventually found a group of children, ages 5-12 huddled inside a room. Several of them had managed to find some makeshift weapons. He walked closer to them, hands up.

“I mean no harm.” Hesitating, some of the younger kids put their weapons down. The older ones still were weary. He bent down, trying not to look so intimidating.

“I found the kid that freed you all.” At the mention of you, they perked up a little. Taking it as a sign to continue, he asked if there were anymore kids. After some constant head shakes, he called up his two oldest sons.

When they arrived, he instructed both of them to guide the remaining children to a police station—some of the kids had parents—and hospitals nearby. After some distinct complaints from Red Hood, both him and Night Wing guided the kids to get some help. Any help really.

Luckily, they had arrived in the Bat truck (yes it’s real I looked it up) and were able to cargo carry every kid inside. Giving one final nod at them, he headed back to the Batmobile and saw you all buckled up and sleeping.

He was never one to smile while he had the suit on, but seeing you stirred some comfort inside his scarred, hard shell of a heart. You saved a bunch of innocent lives that night, and probably for the rest of their lives.

Hell, you even dangerously sacrificed yourself even if you didn’t plan on it. You did what the police refused to do. He knew he should’ve been angry over a child being so irresponsible and possibly hurting themselves in the process, but he couldn’t. You had a spirit. A spirit almost close to his.

As he shut the door to the Batmobile, he internally cursed as you flinched and woke up. Rubbing your eyes, you looked over at him. “So…” you yawned, “Where are you gonna take me?” He chuckled as you rubbed one of your eyes tiredly. “You tell me, you have family? Or anywhere I can take you?”

You looked down at your tiny palms, fiddling with them. Hesitantly, you shook your head. “I’m an orphan.” you stated. Bruce nodded. It grew silent before he asked again: “Do you need a hospital? Does anything hurt?”

Shaking your head, you explained how you faced no real damage when you went to free the trapped children. Nodding again, he decided to drive to get a bite. Although he wasn’t necessarily a big fan of going during his patrol, he figured you might be hungry.

After 15 mins, he finally found where he wanted to take, any kid would’ve liked going to—

“Bat Burger?” you questioned as he parked. Looking over at him, he gave no response besides a shrug, “Figured you’d like it.”

“I’ve never been here.”

“I’m sure you’ll like it. Besides, they have nuggets. I’m assuming you like nuggets.”

“You suck at guessing.” you blurted out. The Bat stared at you. “I’ve never had nuggets.” you responded.

Sighing, he opened the door before heading over to your side. As he opened the door, he gestured towards the restaurant. You don’t know what was going to happen after, but for now all you could do was enjoy a free meal.

You grabbed onto his hand, causing him to stiffen again. He didn’t let go, but instead, walked in with you. His large hand holding onto your small one.

Looking towards the menu, you felt overwhelmed at how many options there were. Before he could ask what you wanted, you tugged on his cape.

Bruce looked down at you. God you were tiny, barely reaching his hip. Then again, he was tall…Seeing your lips moving, he didn’t realize you were asking him something.

“What?”

You huffed before repeating, “I was asking if the chicken nuggets or the—” you struggled to read the word properly, “Vege…able burger was any good?” He placed a hand on your shoulder.

“You can get anything you want. Hell if you want the whole menu I’ll get it for you.”

Eyes widening, you shook your head. You couldn’t eat all that food, let alone save it for later. It’d go bad. You settled on some chicken nuggets and a veggie burger—as Batman had called it. Once you two began eating, a silence filled the two of you.

Batman slurped his drink, looking at you, slowly smiling. You were eating with a grin on your face. Probably haven’t eaten a decent meal like this in a while. He would give you some money after he left you—

“You said you didn’t have any place to go, correct?” Looking up from your veggie burger—it tasted amazing—you shook your head. Realizing you two almost finished your meals, you asked, “Where would you leave me?”

Batman felt a pain in his chest. Where would you leave me?

Where would he leave you exactly? Probably an orphanage along with some of the rescued kids. He doesn’t know why, but it hurt him a little to hear you say it in such a manner.

Or maybe he had already taken a liking to you. Enough to maybe even adopt you…

No. He’s already got too many children.

Too many times he had failed them. Too many times he’s been filled with sorrow and regret for not being better for any of them. Who’s to say he wouldn’t lead you down to the same path as the rest of them?

He clearly wasn’t a good parent…right?

He looks back on all the times he could’ve done better, all the mistakes he’s made.

He was not fit to raise a child.

But that doesn’t mean he wasn’t able to learn…right?

And here's the end of ‘part one’ essentially lol. Again it’s not a series, but maybe just some vignettes of how my version of batkid would go down at least? Let me know if you would want to see another continuation of this :)

1K notes · View notes

am-i-obsessed---maybe · 2 years

Text

The Clone (Wayne Bro!Reader x Clark Kent)

I'm gonna start by saying that I've only recently actually begun to read the comics properly and so the Conner in this story is going to be based on Young Justice Conner though it won't be the same. I've changed things to fit this story best.

If you wanna see something specific from this au or just wanna request something my requests are open!

Wayne Bro!Reader Masterpost

Confused. That's what Clark was when he got the call from Bruce. Apparently Dick and his friends Wally AKA Kid Flash and Aqualad found something of interest during a mission to CADMUS Labs. They found a clone of Superman. "Where is it now?" Clark asked and Bruce told him the clone -who was apparently force grown to the age of 17 over only a few months- was at the League's new Watchtower till they'd decide what to do with him.

"You need to come up to the Watchtower. We're calling an emergency meeting of the League." Bruce said from the other end of the line and Clark nodded.

"I'll get there as soon as I can, I'm actually in the middle of dinner but I'll cut it short" Your husband said and with that he hung up and came back to the table you were sitting at. Because not only did this clone situation interrupt dinner, it interrupted date night dinner.

"There's an emergency at work, I have to go" He said and you sighed. "Which work?" You asked, you were let down and you knew only one of Clark's careers would warrant putting an end to your dinner date but you liked teasing him.

"Bruce just called, Dick and his friends found something of note. They're calling an emergency meeting" He explained and flagged a waiter down, asking for the check.

"I'm sorry honey" He said and you looked at him suspiciously.

"What did they find?" You asked and a part of you wished you hadn't because two hours later you and Clark were on the Watchtower.

You looked out at the earth from the window. It was beautiful and yet terrifying. This was your first time on the Watchtower, you didn't particularly like inserting yourself into your family's heroics business and even though you funded it being in space kind of scared you. After all you weren't like Clark, if something went wrong you would die.

When you zeta'd onto the space station Bruce came up to meet you and even though you couldn't see his face through the cowl you knew he was scowling.

"Why is Y/N here?" He questioned and you rolled your eyes.

"You interrupted date night" You simply said, patted Bruce on the shoulder and walked deeper into the Watchtower.

Bruce looked at Clark and he didn't have to use his x-ray vision to know that Bruce was mad.

"You brought him to a flying space station where we have a kryptonian clone? Are you out of your mind?" Bruce questioned and Clark shook his head.

"He insisted on coming, I told him what Dick and the boys found and he deserves to be here" Clark simply stated and followed after you. You walked through the halls of the Watchtower not quite sure where you were going. Eventually, as if by fate you found yourself outside of the medbay. You stood in front of a window and looked through. Dick and his friend Wally sat around a boy on a cot. He had black hair and you had to admit he looked like Clark. The boy looked about Dick's age and he seemed calm. He felt comfortable around his friends.

Clark's hand reached around to your waist.

"It's a one way mirror, they can't see us" He said and laid his head on your shoulder.

"He looks so normal" You said and Clark didn't respond, he just took you in his arms and kept his head in the crook of your neck.

"I'm sorry this had to ruin dinner, it's been so long since we got some time to ourselves and I'm sorry you have to deal with this" He muttered and you pet his hair and smiled.

"I knew what I signed up for love, besides stranger things have happened to us" You said and you held his cheek in your hand so that he looked at you. You were about to give him a sweet reassuring kiss when someone cleared their throat.

You both turned to see who was there and you found Hal Jordan and Barry Allen more commonly known as Green Lantern and the Flash.

"Sorry to interrupt you love birds-" Hal said only for Barry to elbow him in the ribs.

"Everyone's here" Barry said and looked at Clark. A subtle sign that it was time to go.

"Stay with the boys, this place is big and it's easy to get lost" Clark said then kissed your cheek and left. You sighed.

"Go out with Superman they said, he's sweet they said" You grumbled as you turned back to watch the boys.

"I paid for this stupid space station... Hmm get lost, I won't get lost" You muttered and turned your attention back to the closed off room in the medbay. They boy was a clone but he looked so human. He looked like a boy, so lost and confused, your heart ached for him. He had no one.

"Are you okay Y/N?" A voice asked and you jumped slightly. Tim walked up to you, the little 13 year old in the bright colors sure knew how to sneak up on you.

"I'm fine Tim, thanks for asking" You told the boy and turned back to look at the boy in the cot.

"Where's Jon?" Tim asked, he was talkative but you were still warming up to him. It was just so soon after Jason's death, it was all too fresh what happened to your nephew when he wore that suit.

"He's with a babysitter back home. I had to ask her to stay a bit later than expected because of all this" You told Tim and you saw him nod in your peripheral vision.

"Must be hard finding someone willing to babysit a super powered baby" he joked and you sighed. You really weren't in the mood for this.

"We asked Cassie, so far she's done great. We really wouldn't be able to do much without her" You said in the same serious slightly sombre tone you maintained since Tim started the conversation.

"Right" The preteen rubbed the back of his neck.

"I know you don't really support me as Robin but I was hoping-" Tim started and you finally turned to him.

"I really don't want to talk about this right now Tim. Don't you have somewhere else to be?" You asked and even though it sounded much harsher than you intended it had to be said. You had other things to think about right now besides what you thought of Tim taking Jason's place as Robin.

"Sorry, Bruce kicked me out of the meeting, something about Justice League only. I thought I'd keep you company" He said and you sighed.

"Thank you Tim but I think I'd like to be alone. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to call Cassie" You said and walked past the boy to find a private place to see how things are going with Jon. He should be fast asleep but he's had some trouble with that lately. Soon after you left. There was no particular reason for you to stay on the Watchtower, especially since the meeting wasn't over yet.

A few hours later in the early morning you and Clark were at home. Clark was working on something on his laptop and you had Jon on your hip. You looked at your son and then at your husband. Clark had been off since this whole Clone discovery was made. "So something happened when you talked to Kara" You stated and he sighed.

"Clones weren't exactly looked upon fondly on Krypton" He said and you adjusted the little bundle on your hip as he cooed.

"And this isn't Krypton Clark. We can't just leave him to his own devices" You said and he finally shut the computer.

"He'll be with the Titans, they'll help him" He said and you scowled.

"He's your clone" You told him. You two have been putting this conversation off since you got back from the Watchtower. Clark didn't want too much to do with this clone of his and it was decided that he would join the Titans and stay with them in San Francisco.

"I didn't create him, hell I didn't ask anyone to create him" Clark said. Your husband didn't get angry often, he wasn't an angry person but you heard the frustration begin to slip into his voice.

"He's still related to you Clark. Not to Kara, not to Zod, not to anyone else" You reminded him and he stood up to meet you.

"What would you have me do? Invite him to live with us? We don't know anything about him. He could be dangerous" Clark explained and you noticed Jon looking at his pa. This was probably the first time he heard Clark talk like that.

"He needs guidance Clark. Meet with him, talk to him" You explained and you tried to keep any judgment from your voice but it was difficult. You didn't want this teenager living with you, no, but he deserved a mentor of some sort.

"You sound like Bruce, besides just because he shares my DNA doesn't mean we're family. You know that." He said and you rolled your eyes.

"Clark-" You said but he cut you off.

"I don't wanna talk about this anymore, I just... I'm going to the fortress" He said and walked off.

You looked down at the baby in your arms.

"You better not react like that when you grow up" You told him and he giggled.

The way things were going you were going to have to take things into your own hands. You took your phone and called Dick. After three rings he picked up.

"Hey Y/N, what's up?" He asked and you adjusted your hold on Jon.

"I'm okay, I'm actually calling about your clone friend" You began to explain but he cut you off.

"He goes by Conner" Dick said and you nodded.

"Okay, I'm calling about Conner. Do you think you two and honestly Wally's welcome too- do you think you could come to Metropolis for a little visit?" You asked and You could practically feel Dick's mood shift.

"Actually he- Clark made his stance on Conner very clear at the Watchtower." Dick explained in a much more serious and sombre tone and you had to sigh. if you had a free hand you would have face palmed. Of course your husband made a scene after you left.

"I'm sorry about whatever it is he said to your friend Dick but I want to meet him. Clark just left for the fortress, he's not here" You explained and you heard some quiet whispers before Dick's voice spoke.

"Okay, we'll be there soon. Your apartment?" He asked and you hummed.

"Yeah, I'll see you all soon".

Half an hour later you put Jon to sleep just in time for a knock to sound from the front door.

You opened the door and smiled at the teens. Dick, Wally and the clone or Conner were all dressed in casual civilian clothes. Dick smiled at you, Wally did too but you noticed his posture was more awkward. Meanwhile Conner was very blatant about his discomfort. He looked anywhere but you and almost hid behind Wally and Dick.

"Come on in boys, I just put Jon to sleep so just keep your voices down okay?" You said as you stepped aside and gestured for the boys to come in. Dick strode in confidently, he's been here plenty of times before, it was like his third home (after the manor and Titans Tower). Wally and Conner awkwardly followed after him and they all sat down in the living room.

"Would you like anything to drink? Tea maybe?" You asked and Dick shook his head.

"No thanks Y/N" He said and you looked at Wally.

"Wally? I know you speedsters need to eat a lot", do you want something?" You asked and he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

"I mean, if you're offering, yes please" He said and you smiled. getting some snacks for him and the others before sitting down on the opposite sofa.

"I actually asked you all here because I wanted to meet you Conner" You said, turning to face your husband's clone.

"I'm not sure if you know me-" You began but he cut you off.

"I know who you are, yeah, your superman's spouse" He said though he still didn't look at you. In fact he looked ready for you to yell at him about how much you despised him.

"I wanted to apologize for whatever it is that Clark said. He can be sensitive about biological connections like this. I wanted to meet you because I know this must be hard for you and I wanted you to know that we're here for you" You explained and Conner scoffed, finally looking at you.

"That wasn't the impression Superman gave me yesterday" He said and you nodded.

"I'm sorry about that. This is a lot for him just like it must be for you. But that doesn't justify whatever it is he said" You told him and you took a deep breath.

"It will probably take him some time to come around. He's not sure how to respond in this situation but I've been through it before with Dick and then Jason and Tim to some extent. He-" You found yourself looking at a photo from one of your visits to the Kent Farm.

"Kal has always been an outsider. He grew up in the middle of nowhere and was the only being like him on earth. He was sure he was the only one in the galaxy any more" You explained and Conner looked at you and nodded, calming down a bit.

"Because Krypton blew up" He supplied and you nodded.

"Then when he was a young adult and he found out about everything, how he wasn't human, the destruction of his planet- It's a lot for anyone. Then Kara- his cousin arrived on earth after years lost in space and he finally had someone who he was truly related to, someone who understood his struggles-" You continued but he cut you off.

"And then I showed up and Kryptonians don't like clones" He said with anger and you shook your head.

"He has to process this too. And it's going to hurt a lot more before it gets better but even if he isn't, I am here for you. No one should be alone" You told him and you noticed a small nod even as he looked away.

"Thanks" He said and shifted in his seat.

Just then, as you sat in the somewhat comfortable silence a loud cry rocked the apartment and you held your head and rubbed your temples. You already felt a headache coming on.

"Jon must have woken up" You explained and went to check on your baby. Conner and Wally looked at Dick and the boy shrugged.

"Babies are weird" He simply said and you came back, rocking an eight month old baby in your arms.

Dick immediately brightened when he saw his cousin. You smiled at him.

"Wanna take him?" You asked and he nodded, carefully taking the little bundle in the batman onesie into his arms and cooing.

"Batman? Supes must hate that" Wally joked and you chuckled.

"A bit of a pissing match between him and the Bat" You explained and he laughed. You noticed Conner looking curiously at your son and you realized, this might be the first baby that he's ever seen.

"Do you want to hold him?" You asked, sitting down next to Conner. He looked at you hopeful but worried.

"I don't want to break it" He said and you laughed.

"Jon's half kryptonian, he's durable as far as babies go" You joked and Dick (having gotten the message) passed Jon to Conner. You carefully showed him how to hold the baby and you smiled as Conner looked down at Jon curiously. The fact that they were about the same age seemed to conflict with reality but your son was eight months old and Conner was also force grown in only a few months. Neither were even a year old yet. You managed to sneak a photo of the scene Before you heard the rustling wind of Clark coming home. You leant over and took Jon carefully. "I think he likes you" You told Conner and you noticed a tiny smile on the boy's face.

"You two could be friends, I mean you're basically the same age" Wally joked and Conner looked at you for confirmation.

"I mean, basically" You laughed but straightened slightly when you heard the door open.

"Y/N?" Clark asked and you looked at Dick. He was more than a little worried.

"I'm in the living room! And we have guests" You called in the direction of the front door and the only sound came from Clark's footsteps and Jon's occasional babbling.

"Who's here?" Clark asked but the sight in front of him answered it for him.

"Clark, these are Wally West and Conner" You introduced, and Clark looked at you.

"What are they doing here?" He asked, you could tell the difference in his tone but you had to call Ma Kent later and thank her for instilling manners in her son. You knew those were the only things keeping him as calm as he was.

"I invited them over to talk" You explained but Conner took matters into his own hands.

"But we can tell when we're not wanted" He said and got up, walking off. He was quickly followed by Wally and Dick came to give you a hug and whisper a "good luck" before leaving with his friends.

"You invited him over?" Clark asked and you nodded.

"And he's a lovely boy. He just needs someone to be there for him Clark. I thought if it isn't you it'll be me" You explained.

"So you put yourself and Jon in danger? you didn't know what he would do? We don't know anything about him" Clark retorted and you put Jon in a play pen by the TV before going up to your husband.

"Clark, I have met many people under many suspicious situations. Three orphans have come through my family home. I've watched from the side while you and Bruce go about your crime fighting and for years I did my best not to intervene or judge but I have always put my foot down when it comes to children. Conner is a child. He is Jon's age, force grown in a lab for who knows what purpose. He has no one. You might not know how that feels because you always had your parents who supported you but that night when my parents died in that alley and I felt completely alone because the two people I could rely on were dead. All I wanted that night was someone who would watch over me so don't pretend this is about anything but your own internal crisis about being cloned because I know that if Conner wasn't a clone you'd agree with me." You told him coldly and stuck your finger into his chest accusingly.

"And I know I married a man more empathetic than this so start working through your hangups like an adult so we can stop fighting about this" You told him and walked into the kitchen to make food for Jon. This was and will stay one of the biggest fights you've had with Clark and it'll take a long time for him to accept Conner but he will.

Conner AKA Superboy stayed with Clark's parents at the Kent farm for a bit and quickly became part of the family. Legally he was Conner Kent, Clark's younger brother. When you moved to a house on the outskirts of Metropolis he had a bedroom in your house and he appeared in many photos in the many albums you kept. It in fact did take a while but Clark did come around.

650 notes · View notes

dccomicsimagines · 2 years

Text

Baby’s First Christmas - Batfamily Imagine

Warning - Babies and mention of breastfeeding

Requested by Anon - Saw that requests were open and I thought of a cute batfam imagine. Reader is a single mom with a newborn baby girl and surprises the boys by coming home for Christmas and Alfred helped decorate the living room and reader helped cook and basically spend her baby's first Christmas with her family and Bruce and the boys get all emotional or something💝 also Happy Christmas!🥰

Author’s Note - This request came in on Christmas Day, so I thought I’d squeeze it in. Sorry, it’s late.

***

Alfred smiled, watching the boys and Cass set up the living room for the holidays. He didn’t get to decorating himself this year, but it was a good activity to keep the rest of the family busy and out of the kitchen while he prepared Christmas Eve dinner.

When he passed Bruce’s office, he paused to see Bruce inside with his face in his hands. He was holding the photo of you and your newborn baby girl that you had posted on social media a few days ago. It was a joyous occasion, the birth of his first grandchild. Of course instead of being happy, Bruce chose to sulk at the fact he didn’t even know you were pregnant. He also started investigating to find out who the father was when he found out you were going to be a single mother.

Alfred shook his head and kept walking toward the kitchen. He hoped Master Bruce didn’t ruin this new peace between you and the family. The phone rang once he was inside the kitchen. He picked it up quickly, smiling as he knew who it was. “Hello, Wayne residence?”

“Alfred, it’s me.” He smiled at the sound of your voice. “I was wondering if you could send someone to get us. My car broke down and now we’re at a gas station where we got towed to.” You sighed. Alfred frowned at the strain in your voice. “I know me showing up was supposed to be surprise, but I...well...I can’t really afford a ride there.”

“Of course, Miss (Y/N). What is the address?” He picked up a pen, writing it down as you told him. “Are you in a warm and safe place?”

The baby fussed softly on your end. “Yeah, we’re fine. I’m inside the gas station with a cup of hot chocolate.” You laughed softly. “Thank you, Alfred. I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you, Miss (Y/N). I’ll have one of the boys there soon.” He hung up the phone and left the kitchen to go the the main family room. The tree was up, and most were decorating the tree. Jason was sitting on the couch, watching them. Alfred smiled, coming over to place a hand on Jason’s shoulder. Jason tensed, sensing he was just volunteered for something. “Master Jason, come with me please.”

The others laughed. “Shut up.” Jason growled, getting to his feet and following Alfred out of the room. “What’s up, Alfie? Need my help in the kitchen?”

“No, Master Jason.” Alfred handed Jason the address. “Take one of the cars, go to this address and pick up something for me.”

Jason frowned, eyeing the address. “Okay? Can I take any car?”

“Anything is fine. Be back in an hour at the most.” Alfred shooed Jason away. “Call me if you have any questions.”

“Right.” Jason left. Alfred smiled before going into the kitchen. They’ll still be surprised, even if it wasn’t the way you and he originally planned.

***

Jason pulled into the gas station. He checked his phone on the dashboard. The address was right, but what did Alfred need from a gas station?

He parked the Audi in one of the parking spots outside and grabbed his phone. Frowning, he got out to look around.

“Jason?” He tensed, spinning to find you standing in the doorway of the gas station with a big smile on your face. “Hi.”

“(Y/N)?” A wave of pure joy washed over him as he ran to hug you. He spun you around, making you laugh. “Why are you here? Where’s my niece?”

“She’s inside.” You sighed once he set you down. “I was coming today as a surprise, but then my car broke down and we got stuck here.” He led you back inside when you shivered. Your baby was in her carrier, still fast asleep on the table you were sitting at while you waited.

Jason peeked inside at her. “Look at you, princess.” He whispered softly, touching her cheek. She turned her head, opening her mouth to try to find something to suck on. He chuckled. “She’s beautiful, (Y/N).”

“Thank you.” You glanced between them, sneaking a photo of the two with your phone.

Jason pulled himself away from her. “Give me your keys. I’ll move your stuff into my car while you two stay in here and keep warm.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you said, handing him your keys when he didn’t relent. “Thanks Jay. I honestly had no idea what we were going to do.”

“I got this.” He kissed your cheek. “I’ll come get you when I’m ready.” Jason was about to head out when you grab his hand. He turned to look, noting the panic, strained look in your eye. He knew that look well. “What?”

“There’s going to be a lot of stuff.” You blushed, your eyes on his forehead. “Just don’t judge me, okay?”

Jason snorted. “I’d never judge you.” He leaned over to kiss your cheek, squeezed your arm with his hand. “I got you now. Everything will be fine.”

“Thanks Jay.” You relaxed slightly. Jason led you over to take a seat before heading out to your car. It was an old, rusted piece of crap. He wondered how you even got this far in it. Inside was suitcases, boxes, and garbage bags. He sensed you coming for the holidays might be more than just a visit. Taking a deep breath, Jason pushed aside his curiosity and began to move your things into the Audi.

***

“Al, did you throw Jason out or something? I can’t find him,” Tim asked, poking his head into the kitchen. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the delicious smells from inside.

“Master Jason is running an errand for me.” Alfred basted the turkey again and closed the oven. “He should be back in the next half an hour or so.”

Tim hummed, stepping inside the kitchen. He leaned against the counter, taking a carrot from the serving tray Alfred had out for them to snack on. “Bruce is still brooding.”

“He’ll snap out of it soon.” Alfred smiled when his back was turned to Tim.

“I don’t know if he will. He’s bothered by the fact (Y/N) had a baby by herself on top of trying to live on her own. I’m worried about her too.” Tim munched on another carrot. “I kept tabs on her. Her finances are in shambles.”

Alfred’s mouth went dry. Suddenly, it made sense. Maybe that’s why you reached out after three years of almost silence? Desperation. “Well, I imagine we’ll have to see for ourselves after the holidays.”

“I’m worried about the baby too. Bruce paid off her hospital bills, didn’t he? I heard he sent the hospital a check when he saw the photo on (Y/N)’s Instagram.” Tim took yet another carrot. Alfred turned. Tim had a furrow in his brow. “I’m scared for her, Alfred. It’s hard to be a single mother especially now days.”

Alfred reached over to pat Tim’s hand. “We’ll help her as much as we can.” He smiled when he heard Jason shouting that he was home with a Christmas present for everyone. “I believe Master Jason is home.”

Tim grinned, getting to his feet and jogging out of the room. Alfred paused to wash his hands. He frowned slightly as he wondered if what Tim had said was true. The few emails and calls you made to him over the years did sound like you were struggling slightly. Troublesome living situations, having multiple jobs at the same time. He did send you money a few times as well especially when you found out you were pregnant.

Alfred dried his hands and followed the noise to the main entryway. You were being hugged by Dick while Jason held your baby. Cass and Tim were peeking at her, cooing softly. Damian stood back with a scowl. “Miss (Y/N), I’m glad you made it.” Alfred opened his arms for you. Dick let you go and you ran to Alfred.

“I’m so happy to see you.” You held him tight, hiding your face in his shoulder like you used to do when you were younger. “Thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome, Miss (Y/N), but you don’t need to thank us.” Alfred rubbed your back, feeling his shoulder dampen from your tears. “Collect yourself, Miss (Y/N).”

You sniffled, pulling away from him to wipe a few tears with your sleeve. “Sorry.” You smiled. “Do you want to meet your great-granddaughter?” You turned, taking your baby from Jason. The others followed you, still waiting to get a good look at her. Alfred took the baby into his arms, sighing at how beautiful she was.

“She looks so much like you, Miss (Y/N).” Alfred chuckled, rocking her gently.

“TT, she’s a Wayne. Of course, she looks like her.” Damian crossed his arms. You blinked at him before ruffling Damian’s hair. He gasped, batting your hand away. However, a hint of a smile pulled at his lips.

The baby slowly opened her eyes. Alfred smiled, seeing how beautiful they were. A little hand came out of the blanket she was wrapped in. Perfect little fingers and delicate fingernails. “Is Dad here?” you asked, wringing your hands.

“He’s in the study, brooding.” Dick chuckled, nudging your side as Cass gave you a hug. “You should probably go let him know you’re here. Otherwise, he’ll never come out.”

“Cool.” You bit your lip.

“I’ll watch over your daughter. Go talk to Master Bruce.” Alfred smiled, knowing you would be the only one to get Bruce out of the office and to join the rest of the family.

“Thanks Alfred.” You shared a look with your siblings. “If I’m not out in twenty minutes, send Titus to save me.” You winked at Damian before slipping out of the room.

“May I?” Cass held out her arms for the baby. Alfred smiled and handed her over. Cass gasped at her niece. cooing at her softly. Alfred glanced toward the direction you went, hoping your conversation with Bruce would go well.

***

You knocked on Bruce’s office door. Nerves ate at your stomach. Shame made you feel hollow inside. You never planned to have to come back to your father like this, but life happened.

“I’m not in the mood to be lectured, Alfred,” Bruce said inside.

You smiled sadly before opening the door. “It’s not Alfred.” You almost laughed when Bruce fell out of his chair at the sight of you. The one and only time you surprised him. “Hi Dad.”

“(Y/N).” Bruce got to his feet, staring at you in disbelief and worry. “How...why are you here?”

You bit your lip. Your heart pounded like a jackhammer. “I came for Christmas. Alfred said I’m always invited and I figured I should since I wanted everyone to meet my daughter.” You swallowed the rest of the reason. The fact you needed money and you were homeless. That you wanted your daughter’s first Christmas to be somewhere warm and safe with people that loved her.

Bruce’s lips twitched. You tensed, knowing you probably didn’t hide it as well as you thought. “I’m glad you’re here.” He slowly came to you, opening his arms. You felt a tear slid down your cheek as you ran into his arms. He hugged you tight and for the first time in a long time, you felt secure.

A sob slipped out of you. You buried your face in his shoulder. Bruce rubbed your back, humming to soothe you. “You’re okay. I’m here now,” he mumbled, rocking you gently.

“I’m so sorry.” You gasped, letting out all the stress and tears you held in for so long. “I didn’t mean what I said when I ran away.”

“I know.” Bruce kissed the top of your head. You sobbed hard, your entire body shaking. “I’m proud of you. You made your way on your own like you swore to me you would.”

A lump formed in your throat. “No, I didn’t.” You sniffled, looking up at you as you felt another wave of tears come. “I had to work three different jobs just to stay in a small room in a house with five roommates. Even then, I was barely making it. Then I made a mistake and got pregnant. They kicked me out of the house after she was born and I had to live in my car.” You pulled away from him to rub your eyes with your sleeves. “Then when I came here, my car broke down and I was so scared that someone would find out and take my baby away.”

Bruce blinked. “We’ll figure that out now.” He took your hand and led you to sit down on the couch. “You’re not in this alone, (Y/N). You never were.”

“I said I didn’t need you. That I wished you weren’t my father,” you coughed, choking slightly on your tears. “How could I dare come back to ask for something?”

Bruce hummed as he handed you a tissue. “Sweetheart, did you honestly think I wouldn’t help you? I’ve kept tabs on you, even paid off your hospital bill.” You flinched in surprise. Now it made sense why they haven’t called you about your first payment yet. A weight lifted off your back at the thought.

A loud cry came from somewhere in the house. You got to your feet. “I think she’s hungry. I better go.” Bruce stood with you.

“I’ll come with you. I’d like to meet my first grandchild.” He smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “You can stay here as long as you like, (Y/N). We have more than enough room.”

Fresh tears came to your eyes. Your hormones were still out of whack. “Thanks Dad.” The two of you left to follow the sound of your daughter’s cry.

***

“(Y/N), your stocking is still in here too,” Tim said, holding up the stocking you had since you were little. You smiled as you adjusted your daughter under the breastfeeding cover. The whole family was in the living room, snacking on cookies and veggies. Bruce sat on the couch with you, waiting for your daughter to finish eating so he could hold her again.

“Wow, I guess Alfred never did throw things away.” You laughed. Tim hung up your stocking on the mantle with the rest of the family’s.

Alfred clicked his tongue. “I guess we’re missing one member of the family now.” He reached into a bag and removed a brand new stocking with your daughter’s name on it. You gasped, tears filling your eyes again.

“Aww, thank you, Alfred.” You swallowed hard, glancing down at your daughter. She fell asleep with your nipple in her mouth. You moved her gently out from the cover and handed her to Bruce while you covered yourself.

“Cute.” Cass took it and hung it up with the rest. “Whole family.”

You smiled, glancing at Bruce to see him cooing softly to your daughter as he rocked her. Alfred secretly took a picture. You knew you would find it framed somewhere. “Alfred, can I help in the kitchen?” you asked when you saw him hand the camera to Tim to take more secretive pictures.

“Of course, Miss (Y/N).” Alfred nodded, gesturing for you to follow him.

“You got her, Dad?” you asked, glancing back at Bruce who’s eyes were only on his little granddaughter.

“I’m good.” Bruce looked back at you. “Don’t worry.” You nodded and left the room.

“Miss (Y/N), if you could start on the pie filling for my special blueberry pie.” Alfred moved to check the turkey in the oven again. You grinned, finding the bowls where they have always been.

It brought back memories of other Christmases where you and Alfred made blueberry pies. You were the only one to know the recipe since the others were always too busy to learn. “Of course.”

Alfred turned on the radio and the two of you worked silently. You finished the pie, sliding it into the oven as Alfred took the turkey out. “Can I help?” Dick asked as he peeked around the corner of the doorway.

“Set the table, Master Dick. Dinner should almost be ready,” Alfred said with a smile. You peeked at the turkey, the smell making your mouth water. It was a long way from the cans of cold beans you had been eating the last few days.

Alfred handed you a bowl of steamed vegetables. You smiled, going to join Dick in the dining room. “Hey sis.” Dick smirked at you as he carefully set plate mats down.

“Hey yourself.” You rolled your eyes as you set the vegetables down and moved to help him. “How have you been?”

“Good, considering.” Dick bit his lip, eyeing you. “I wish you would have called me if you were in so much trouble.”

You frowned, pausing with a stack of plates in your arms. Jason must have mention it to him. “I was trying to do it on my own, Dick. You know about that.”

“Yeah.” Dick gave you a half-smile. “But we made a pact to always look out for each other.”

You snorted. “That was when you were eleven and I was ten.”

“Still applies.” He reached over to squeeze your elbow. “Just remember I’m always a call away.”

You rolled your eyes, heart warmed by his words. “This goes both ways, you know. If you need me, I’ll be there.”

Dick nodded, letting his hair fall into his eyes. You set the plates down to brush it away. “For example, if I want cuddles from my niece, you better be there.”

“I’m sure I can make that work for you.” You laughed, hugging him tight. Dick hugged you back, lifting you up. “I missed you, Dick.”

“I missed you too.” You buried your face into his shoulder. “You guys have to stop making me cry.”

Dick laughed, spinning you around. “Can’t help that.”

“Careful with the dishes,” Alfred scolded with a smile as he came in with the bowl of mashed potatoes. You and Dick laughed, spinning faster. You couldn’t remember the last time you laughed so much.

***

Once dinner was done, most of the family left to go out into the city on patrol. You, Alfred, and Damian were the only ones left. Alfred and you wrapped presents on the living room floor while Damian stared at your daughter who was fast sleep in a portable sleeper Alfred had dug out of somewhere.

Alfred nudged your arm, nodding over to Damian. You smirked over at him. Everyone thought it was odd that Damian didn’t go on patrol with them. You sensed what he stayed for. “Damian, did you want to hold her?” You got to your feet and went over to sit next to him.

“TT,” he huffed, blushing slightly. You picked her up. She whined slightly before settling back down.

“Hold your arms like mine.” Damian copied you, sitting flat on the floor. “You have to support her head, and hold her close to your chest.” You handed Damian your daughter. He tensed when he felt the little life in his arms.

“I can feel her heartbeat.” Damian had a shadow of a smile on his lips.

You smiled and moved back to wrap another present. Damian held her stiffly for a while until eventually he started to rock her. Alfred sneaked a photo of the two. You shared a smile with him, pretending not to watch them. Damian held her until she woke up crying for another meal.

***

You headed upstairs with your daughter in your arms. “I have your old bedroom opened,” Alfred said, following you.

“Thanks Alfred,” you whispered as you walked down the hall toward your bedroom. It was next to Dick’s old room and across from Bruce’s. Inside was almost untouched except for the fresh sheets and the bassinet in the corner. “Wow, you left it the same.”

“Well except for a few additions.” Alfred moved over to the bassinet. You went over and gently laid your daughter down inside. “I’ll need more time to open up the nursery.”

“You don’t need to do that, Alfred.” You bit your lip. Guilt haunted you. Everyone was making such an effort for you. “This is enough.”

Alfred took your shoulders and turned you to face him. “Miss (Y/N), let us help you. This is your home. It is open to both of you.” Your lips trembled. Alfred pulled away before you cried again. Stupid hormones. “Now go to sleep.”

“Good night, Alfred.” You watched him go with a stray tear running down your cheek. The relief you felt was endless. No matter what your daughter was going to be taken care of in the best way possible.

***

“Wake up, (Y/N),” Jason whispered in your ear. You moaned, opening one eye to see your brother smirking at you in the bright morning light. “Breakfast is ready and there are presents downstairs.”

You turned to bury your face into your pillow. “Jay, my daughter was up three times last night, please let me sleep.”

Suddenly, your blankets were gone and you were scooped up into Jason’s arms. You shrieked, smacking his shoulder. Jason just laughed and carried you out the door. “Wait, my baby.” You reached back toward the room.

“Cass has her. She picked her up before I woke you up.” Jason carried you downstairs. You relaxed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Then I forgive you.” You kissed his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Jay.”

“Merry Christmas, sis.” Jason brought you to the kitchen and sat you down at the breakfast table where the rest of the family was waiting. You searched for your daughter, relaxing when you saw Tim had her. “Can we eat now?” Jason asked, taking the seat next to you.

“Now we may.” Alfred set a giant plate of waffles in the center of the table. “Merry Christmas.”

Everyone dug in. You filled your plate and looked around the table. It felt so strange to be home, surrounded by family. You glanced at your daughter who was passed back to Bruce. He rocked her and met your eye. You smiled back at him, glad you took that chance to reconnect with him. Taking a bite from your plate, you sighed and were thankful for everything this family could give you and your daughter.

912 notes · View notes

stressedoutcanary · 3 years

Text

Do You Ever Feel Like A Misfit (Everything Inside You Is Dark & Twisted)

Dick Grayson x Reader

Word Count: 3.5K (I don't know how tf that happened)

Warnings: Explicit language, Blood and Violence, lots of angst, Hurt/Comfort ✌

A/N: Guess who's back! Just for some context the reader is a magic user and her style is similar to that of Zatanna <3

•°•°•°•°

She’d have reasoned with herself that stealing from one of the most secure and heavily guarded safe-houses of a deranged sociopath was probably not the brightest idea she’s had all day. It never even made it on her to-do-list for the weekend, but here she was, running across rooftops, holding on to the stolen totem like her life depended on it, it probably did. The three assassins sent after her were no Lady Shiva or Talia Al Ghul but they weren’t exactly amateurs either. The deep cuts and two broken ribs she got from their earlier encounter were proof of that.

She glanced back and even though there was no sign of her would-be-killers she knew better than to assume they’d just let her be. They were sticking to the shadows, exploiting her blind spots. The only thing she was sure of was that they were still hot on her trail and would happily plunge a dagger into her back given the opportunity.

She was right. As of this moment she hated being right.

She caught the glint of the two sharp objects slicing through the air, hurtling towards her at full speed. A slight shift of her upper body was all she could manage as one of the daggers got embedded right into her scapula while the other one, fortunately so, whirled past her, slightly grazing her left hip. The impact of the blade on her shoulder made her lose what little balance she had left. Despite her best efforts, when the wounded shoulder made contact with the hard concrete, a loud, ear-piercing cry ripped out from her throat before she could push it back down.

Cursing under her breath she knew, she knew all she had were those few seconds of numbness and disorientation to get a grip and figure out her exit strategy. However, all her hopes started to sink as she saw one of the assassins come closer, appearing more of a blur than a person. Then again that was probably because of the nice, little concussion she got from her fall. The assassin walked over to her, unsheathed their sword and placed it right on her neck, blocking any and every way out.

“You were warned. The Demon’s Head does not tolerate treachery. We are here under his orders to bring back the totem along with the witch’s head; your head”

If she could, she would’ve rolled her eyes at the classic villainous dialogues thrown at her.

“Witch? Who’re you calling a witch Snow White? I’m clearly a sorceress, don’t they teach you the difference between the two in assassin school or something? Hell, I’d even let you call me an enchantress, though that name’s already been taken but you get my poin-”

The remaining words died in her throat as the sword on her neck shifted slightly. She knew she had extremely poor self preservation skills considering she’s clearly been instigating the very person sent to kill her, but even she wasn’t dumb enough to keep talking when the tiniest movement on either part could result in her having a severed jugular or carotid.

‘This is a pretty shitty way to die’

She thought back to how she used the last of her mystic energy to hide the totem away before her fall and how stupid that decision really was because now she could actually feel the agonizing pain coming from her shoulder. It started to spread throughout her back like wildfire, eyelids grew heavy against her wishes. Suddenly she felt really tired and the idea to close her eyes just felt so goddamn appealing.

‘No (Y/N) that’s the blood loss talking. Blood loss doesn’t get to make decisions’, she mentally scolded herself, still not breaking her eye contact with the person standing above her.

“Give us what you stole and we shall grant you the mercy of a quick death.”

That made her raise an eyebrow, “Ah, lemme think...the correct response here would be…”, she hummed, making a show of how hard she was thinking about the offer she was granted, “How about a fuck you? How would that do for you?”, she gave them a vicious grin, it was all teeth. They probably weren’t impressed by her response and it showed.

She knew there was no way out but she had promised herself once that if she were to die, that if she ever goes out, she’d be anything but a whimpering and sobbing mess. She was scared shitless, more so than she’d ever been while fending off the league, she won’t deny that but she would rather die than let them know that. ‘Well at least I got that ‘rather die’ part down to a T.’ she thought, eyeing the sharpness of the blade which was now raised up in the air

She felt bad for just giving up the way she did. Her whole life she was told to fight her way through the impossible, to attain the strength rivaling that of Zatanna Zatara, John Constantine and Doctor Fate himself. To be better than them, and there she was lying on the ground limp as a sword came down on her throat; all for a silly necklace. She would’ve huffed out a laugh if only her ribs weren’t broken, if only her body wasn’t screaming in pain, if only she had a way out. She didn’t. She was too tired, too drained, too numb to do anything else. Closing her eyes she stopped fighting, she let her growing unconsciousness claim her.

‘This is what you deserve anyway’, her barely there conscience remarked.

‘Fuck you too.’ she replied.

Everything went pitch black. The darkness encompassing her was peaceful, unlike the pain she had felt before. It was nice for a change. It sounded pathetic but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

•°•°

When she came to, the first thing she observed was the feeling of something soft against her back, next was a dull rhythmic sound which she realized was her own heartbeat. Though opening her eyes was a tiring task. It shouldn’t have been, but it was. She used all the energy she had into it and her eyelids fluttered open. She stared at the white ceiling and stayed like that for a few seconds; a few minutes? She couldn’t tell, but the pain was back now, not too much but enough to tell her it was there, to tell she was still alive.

She saw something shift in her peripheral vision and her body instinctively went stiff. Her mind which was blank before now ran in all directions.

‘Could be Ra’s Al Ghul… Could be worse’, she tried not to think about the worst case scenario, but she knew she had pissed off a lot of beings, beings far more powerful and far crueler than Ra’s himself. An involuntary shudder passed through her at the thought. That must’ve caught her captor’s attention as she felt the person move closer to her. Begrudgingly, she tore her gaze from the spot on the ceiling which she had been staring at this whole time and tilted her head. The man in black and blue who appeared, was probably the last person she had expected to see.

“Nightwing…”

Her voice was barely above a whisper and the hoarseness with which it came out it took her by surprise, but her body visibly relaxed at the sight of the familiar figure, at the sight of someone who would never hurt her.

She watched him pull out a chair from the desk nearby. He sat next to the bed she was lying on and gave her a soft smile, a smile that spelled one word ‘relieve’. She remembered how when she first met him two years ago, she found that particular smile extremely annoying, she had no reason to, but she did. What she couldn’t remember was when she had grown so fond of it.

“How do you feel?”

“Like shit.”

He snorted a laugh which made her pout. She was planning to point out how he was being mean; laughing at her when her response truly defined the way she was feeling, but any words she thought of were cut off by the change in his expression. His smile faltered, lips were now pressed in a thin line, face contorted in a way which showed his genuine concern.

“This is the second time, this week.”

That you almost died, he didn’t say. That I had to save you and bring you back from the clutches of death, he didn’t say.

“I know.”

“That doesn’t make it better.”

“I know.”

The silence that settled, stretched far too long for comfort, but she wasn’t going to be the one to break it. She wanted to, but there was nothing she could say, that would make it better. Nightwing ran his fingers through the locks of hair, burying his face in his hands.

For the first time since she woke up, she took in his appearance, he looked disheveled, his suit was torn in different places along visible faint cuts, most likely he got them when he rescued her. She felt a pang of guilt rising in her chest. He risked his life for her, she knew he had done it before, she didn’t get it then and she didn’t get it now. Why would someone do that? Why would he? She was pulled back from her spiraling thoughts when he spoke again, exhaustion evident in his voice.

“Why are you so reckless?”

“Excuse me?”

She looked at him like he had grown another head. She wasn’t ready for this conversation but by the looks of it they were gonna have it anyway.

“What if I hadn’t been there today? Or any of the other days you almost died. What then?”

“My best guess? I would’ve been dead.”

“And that fact doesn’t bother you at all?!”

She flinched at little when his voice rose, but she stood her ground, at least figuratively since she was still in bed.

“I don’t know, should it?” She didn’t try and tone down the venom dripping from her words. Her words cut deeper than the wounds he got from the assassins; she saw it clear as day on his face. She let out a deep sigh but continued. She had to get it out and he had to hear it, that’s the reason she gave herself for the confession that followed.

“I don’t need your help, Dick. I don’t know what gave you the impression that I did but I’ve never needed it.” She swallowed the lump in her throat. ‘Why was it getting harder to speak?’ “I don’t need you to save me every time. I don’t need you to risk your life for me and I definitely don’t…” She moved to sit up straight, her back resting on the headboard. She shifted her gaze on her open palms resting in her lap; palms covered in blood, in her blood, not very long ago.

“I don’t need you to care...”

The last part was a whisper and Dick was silent, so silent that for a brief moment she wondered if the man she’d come to care about even heard her, admitting something that was so painful for her to say out loud.

Dick moved to sit beside her, his shoulder bumping hers. He didn’t know where all this was coming from but he knew better to leave it unattended.

“(Y/N) I help you because I care about you. I always will, you know that.”

“Why? You have nothing to gain from it”, blinking back the unshed tears in her eyes, she looked at him with a hurt expression as if she couldn’t bring herself to understand.

“Why… as in why do I care?”, Dick tilted his head to look her in the eyes, trying to understand what she meant all the while making sure not to let his own surprise at her words show. She nodded not trusting her voice to not betray her anymore than it already had.

“I don’t care about you because I feel like you need it nor because I would gain something from it”, Dick knew he shouldn’t have to explain it to her. He briefly wondered what she had gone through to make her think that she needed to be useful to be cared for or that she had to need it to be cared for. He felt something pull at his heart at the thought; It was sorrow.

“I care about you because… well I do and there’s nothing you could or couldn’t do to change that. And it is because I care about you that I ask you to be better at taking care of yourself. Now I know for a fact that whatever you stole from The League’s safehouse definitely did not belong there, but I also know that whatever it was, it wasn’t worth your life (Y/N) It never will be.”

Dick grasped one of her hands, interlacing his gloved fingers with hers; she hadn’t even realized she was shaking until he did so. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to take a deep breath despite her protesting ribs. Opening the palm of her free hand she muttered an incantation with practiced ease

“Eveirter tahw saw neddih “, her hand glowed, the golden aura taking the shape of a object. When the light subsided, Dick saw the object in her palm as she rubbed her thumb across it, quietly leaning her head on his shoulder.

“It was this totem. It belongs to Madame Xanadu. Don’t know what Ra’s wanted it for though”, she shrugged as best as she could with an injured shoulder then continued, voice firmer than it had been the whole evening,“ She asked me to retrieve it in exchange for information on a girl I was looking for. The girl was somehow sucked into some other dimension, a mystic one and her mother was so desperate when she approached me that I just couldn’t say no. So when I say the Totem was important, then I want you to know that it really is.”

Dick shook his head at that. “Still not worth your life.”

“Dick…”, she sighed. It was all she could do at the moment because she was really getting tired from all the arguing.

“Do you remember the first time we met?”

“You mean the time I met the infamous vigilante Nightwing in a dumpster of all places.”

“In my defense I was badly injured”, she hummed in agreement.

“You smelled bad”

“You try smelling like flowers after falling from a building and into an open dumpster.”

His playful grumbling pulled a short laugh out of her. She was more than a little confused at the sudden trip into the past but happily accepted it as a change of topic. She should’ve know better than to think he’d have let the matter go.

“Anyway my point is when you saw me that day, you first instinct was to help me. You pulled me out and used your magic to heal my wounds. You didn’t have to. You could’ve dropped me at a hospital. You could’ve even walked away and pretended that you never saw me, but you didn’t. Why is that?”

“Because I thought you were handsome?”, she said trying to lighten this too-heavy-for-comfort conversation he was trying to have.

“Nice try. I know you. You saved me because you cared. You helped me and the Titans save the city more than once because you cared. It is who you are. I’ve seen you care about and worry over complete strangers without conditions. So why do you think that there has to be some kind of a barter system when it comes to you? Why think that I would want to gain something if I cared about you?”

“Because everyone else did.”

The words shot out from her mouth quicker than she realized. She had voiced her greatest insecurity to the one person who never had anything to add to it and Dick’s heart clenched at the implications of her words, ‘She has never been loved unconditionally before’ his brain provided.

The tears she blinked back earlier came back with full force. She felt two strong arms that wrapped around her, all the while being mindful of her injuries. Dick pulled her into a hug and that was it. She couldn’t control the sobs that tore through her throat, the pain in her body flared due her erratic movements. She knew once the tears started flowing they wouldn’t stop at least not for a while, but now that her façade had been broken she couldn’t bring herself to give it another thought.

He waited for her to let it out, let out all the pent up emotions she had. Now that he thought about it he had never seen her cry. He never questioned it, maybe he should’ve.

“I don’t know who’s responsible for hurting you (Y/N), God, how much I wish I did”, his arms slightly tighten around her at that. “I am so sorry that you have felt like you have to have your walls up all the time, even around me and I should’ve seen that, I should’ve realized that before but I didn’t and I am so sorry for that. I can’t undo the damage you’ve endured and I will not pretend that I can. What I can do is promise you that I’d never let you down like that, never.”

The words he spoke were clear. He didn’t try to tell her to put her walls down, to trust him when she had no reason to. He also didn’t need to justify himself or make such over the top promises but it felt nice to hear it. She had already stopped crying the moment he started speaking again but she still had her forehead pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, it was calming in a way she couldn’t describe. She pulled her head back to look at him, and the honesty in his voice earlier matched the one in his eyes.

“Okay”

Hearing her response, he gave her his signature grin. It sent unexpected warmth through her, he always had that effect on her. She was sure she was just blushing at this point and was suddenly thankful for the dim lighting in the room.

She ended up composing herself rather quickly, jabbing a finger at his armored chest with her usual smirk plastered on her face.

“Now that you’ve made that promise, know this, Dick Grayson, if you let me down I will drop a mountain on you.”

“You mean that figuratively?”

“No I mean that geologically”, he waited for her to say she was kidding. She didn’t.

“Alright, alright”, He held his hands out in mock surrender. After considering the look in her eyes, Dick refrained from questioning the feasibility of that action nor did he want to question her magical abilities or intent. Last he remembered, Wally did that and that conversation ended with him being teleported to Sahara and Dick would very much like to avoid the same fate as his best friend.

Deciding that was more than enough exhaustion for one night, he got up from the bed and kissed her goodnight, informing her that he’d be sleeping on the couch so that he wouldn’t accidently hit her injuries in his sleep. She agreed and watched him slip out of the room before falling into the blissful sleep she had been putting off since forever.

•°•°

She knew Dick Grayson was full of surprises but the next morning when he put forward the offer of become a full time Titan, in front of her, she wondered if she fell from the bed in her sleep and ended up getting another concussion because he was so not making any sense.

“So let me get this straight, you want me to come live with you and your superhero friends, in the Titans freaking Tower?!”

“I was hoping for a little less yelling after an emotional evening but yes that is exactly what I’m asking.”

“Dick that’s just ridiculous!”

“Look, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

He looked like a kicked puppy which made her feel kinda guilty for all the yelling.

“It’s not that…It’s just there is still a lot about me I haven’t told them. There is still a lot I haven’t told you. I don’t see a reason why you all would want to trust a possible threat, let alone live with it”, she gestured to herself.

Dick felt like there was a deeper meaning behind her words, as if she was voicing her own fear rather than theirs but he trusted her enough to tell him about it when she was ready, on her own terms. He could wait till then but for now he crossed the short distance between them, going around the breakfast table till he stood in front of her. He grasped both of her hands in his and ran his thumb soothingly across her knuckles. He bent down to place a soft kiss on her forehead, and then moved to meet her gaze.

“(Y/N), I know you and I trust you and…It sounds silly considering I was raised by the worlds greatest detective but I believe that you don’t have to know every little detail about someone as long as you already know what’s in their heart.” Bruce probably would’ve disagreed but he wasn’t Bruce.

“And you know what’s in mine?”

“And I know what’s in yours.” His statement was firm and left no room for argument, not when it came to this.

“If you’re sure about this, then I guess...”

“Is that a yes I’m hearing?”, There was that smile again, seriously what was up with him and his smile that made her giddy inside.

In between thoughts she realized he was still waiting for a response so she nodded. Any underlying doubts she had about her answer vanished when she took in how happy it made him. As cheesy as it sounded seeing him happy made her happy. A part of her said it wouldn’t last long, but seeing her boyfriend hop onto the couch full of joy as he called his friends about the latest development in their lives, she wanted to believe otherwise.

°•°•°•°•

235 notes · View notes