Way the Cookie Crumbles
Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Batfamily x child reader
Request: Can you take on of the Batman wayne family adventures webtoon chapters and add a baby sister ( maybe the last cookie one its my favorite 🥹💕)
Request by: @spidyyparker
(Sorry if this was not what you were looking for, and if it wasn’t lmk and I’ll try my best to fix it!!)
*not my gif*
Summary: There’s a tradition your family has, and it’s about time you introduce it to the newest member of your chaotic family
A/N: This is from WFA on Webtoon so the credits go to the amazing creator of it; this was so much fun to make (even though it’s short) so when requests open up can someone please request more from different chapters?
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
“-and for the record,” Jason continued, taking off his helmet as he walked, “I’m only here for Alfred’s baking.”
Tim rolled his eyes playfully, “We all know you like it here. Besides,” He continued with a small smile as he saw the youngest member of the family running towards them in the hallway, “when else would you be able to see Y/n?”
Jason allowed a small smile to grow on his face upon hearing this, “Fine… the last part I agree with.” He mumbled, holding his arms out for you to run into.
You let him pick you up with a giggle, smiling even more as your second eldest brother spun you around up in the air.
“I still don’t understand why we all came back here.” Duke said in confusion, still smiling slightly like all of the others were at the sight before them.
“We have… a tradition.” Cass explained with a smile, skipping over and taking you out of Jason’s arms, much to his dismay.
You let out another giggle as she rubbed her nose playfully against yours and her hair tickled your cheeks.
She walked into the dining room, closely followed by the others.
“Isn’t it way past your bedtime, missy?” She asked in a fake stern voice, and you laughed even more.
“N-no!” You tried to deny, burying your face in her shoulder so she wouldn’t see the grin that would clearly give away your lie.
A tired Bruce took you out of his other daughter's arms, sparing you a small smile, “Hey, sweetie.”
You giggled once again, putting your hands on either side of your fathers face, “Hi, daddy.”
He took you and sat you down in the seat between him and Damian, who gave you a single nod of acknowledgement.
You began happily munching on some cookies and cake, watching all of your siblings chat and laugh all around you.
Duke looked down at the cookie in his hand, “So if no one gets injured during patrols, Alfred makes pastries? That’s the deal?”
You nodded along, not really knowing what he was talking about, but you got treats out of the deal so you didn’t really care.
“Yeah.” Cass laughed as she watched you try to look like you knew what you were talking about, “His cookies have won awards. That’s our trad-“
She cut herself off, eyes widening for a brief second before narrowing to slits.
Everybody else at the table seemed to halt as well- minus you, who was happily babbling to your father about who knows what, and Bruce who was just nodding along while glancing over his newspaper.
Their eyes all widened or narrowed, zooming in on the final cookie on the table.
“The last cookie…” Cass said dramatically, death glaring at all of her siblings as if to tell them not to get any ideas.
Then the room exploded into chaos.
Within seconds, your siblings were all out of their chairs, pushing and shoving each other out of the way in order to get to the precious cookie first.
Kicks were being thrown, curses were being yelled, threats were being made. In other words, it was just a typical night in the Wayne household.
You just kept babbling on to your father happily as he just slipped his coffee, covering your ears with his hands every once and a while when someone- definitely not Jason- would say something particularly bad.
“-And this is why I am the superior Robin. None of you are equal-“
You let out a loud laugh as Jason tackled your youngest older brother to the floor in hopes of getting the cookie, putting your hands over your mouth in amusement.
He began running away and had to stop himself from saying something that your young ears probably shouldn’t hear yet, instead settling on taunting his siblings with, “Suckers!”
Damian was quick to get payback though, jumping on top of his older brother while Tim grabbed his feet, sending the man flying towards the floor, who let out a curse as the dessert was sent soaring across the room.
Your eyes widened as you watched it land right on top of your fathers coffee mug, and your head snapped over to all your siblings to watch their reactions.
Time was frozen for a moment as everyone just stared at each other, before your father smirked, kissing the top of your head as he stood up and got into a defensive stance.
“Bring it.” He said cockily.
They all grinned and attacked your father all at once, you being his number one supporter and cheerleader.
“Go, daddy! Get the cookie! Don’t let them have it! Go, daddy, go!” You cheered from your spot at the table, picking up your fathers discarded coffee mug and bringing it to your lips.
You made a face immediately at the bitter taste that seemed to burn your mouth and put it down quickly.
“Coffee’s for grown ups, Y/n!” Bruce called as he blocked all his attacks with ease, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.
“Yeah,” Jason continued, trying to punch his adopted father in the throat, “Don’t want to end up like Timmy!”
Said boy let out an offended noise as he tried to smack the cookie out of Bruce’s hand.
Just then, Cass came out of nowhere and kicked his hand successfully, sending the cookie once again flying through the room, landing in none other than Alfred’s hand.
“Ahem.” He cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention, “None the worse for wear, I see.”
You had no idea what he said, but you laughed loudly anyway.
He walked over to your chair, smiling down at you as he handed you the cookie, patting your head before looking up at the family, “Welcome home.”
You laughed loudly again, biting into the cookie, “I won! I got the cookie!”
It was then your family’s turn to laugh.
The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker
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The bean has recently started adding advice-giving and reassurances to her goodbyes. You know, like “See ya! Be safe!” and “Bye! Watch out for deer!” “See you soon!” That kind of thing.
Only she’s 3, so her addenda are.... Well....
Going to the park with dad: “Bye bye! Don’t forget to recycle!”
Leaving the Christmas Lights show: “See ya! It’s okay, we’ll be back soon!”
Leaving family holiday dinner: “Bye bye! Sleep good! Don’t worry, we’ll be back in a minute!” Oh, actually, honey, we’re not coming back today. Maybe another day. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back in a.... sometime!!”
Saying bye to Grandma on video call: “Bye, I love you! Don’t go too fast!”
Bye to Great-Grandma on video call: *screaming* “I! LOVE! YOU!!!” *back to peppy chipmunk voice* “Okay bye bye, eat some dinner, love you, MUAH!”
At preschool (leaving, generally addressing class and teachers): “Bye bye, you can do it! Have fun! Wash your hands!”
Also at preschool (arriving, dismissing me): “Bye Mom, don’t forget to have a snack!” *whispers* “Okay you can go now please.”
And, my personal favorite, to the door greeter at the store who gave her a friendly wave and ‘bye bye,’: *waving cheerfully* “No thanks!”
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On July 4 1862 Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (pen name Lewis Carroll) took the three Liddell sisters, Lorina, Alice and Edith, on a boat ride along the River Thames. On the bank at Godstow he told the story of Alice’s Adventures Underground (later renamed Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland) for the first time.
161 years later this book, and its sequel Through The Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There, have had an indelible mark on our culture. A classic of children’s literature, it has never gone out of print. It has been translated into 174 languages, adapted into dozens of films (the first of which was made in 1903) and inspired countless works of art. Its nonsensical whimsy and celebration of childhood is beloved by children and adults everywhere.
Out of any story I’ve read, Alice has had the most profound impact on me. I am forever grateful to the man who told it and then wrote it down, the man who captured its magic with his illustrations, and - above all- the little girl who inspired it.
“Thus grew the tale of Wonderland: thus slowly, one by one, its quaint events were hammered out and now the tale is done, and home we steer, a merry crew, beneath the setting sun. Alice! A childish story take, and, with a gentle hand, lay it where Childhood’s dreams are twined in Memory’s mystic band. Like pilgrim’s wither’d wreath of flowers pluck’d in far off land.” - All in the Golden Afternoon, Lewis Carroll
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