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c-nstantine · 5 months

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"Oh, my God, my parents are swingers!"

Description: Dick finds out about his parents extra-marital activities

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: Hella references to sex and threesomes, foursomes, extramarital activities, Y/N is bi, Bruce is bi

The manor was supposed to be empty. Tim and Duke were at some gaming convention and Cass decided to tag along. Damian was staying with the Kents for the weekend. Dick was meant to be home in Bludhaven and Jason was out with the Outlaws. Little Thomas and the twins were with Y/N's parents. Alfred took this as an opportunity to see an exhibit that he wanted to see and took the weekend off. Y/N and Bruce wouldn't've had Selina over if anyone was coming over, and they sure as hell wouldn't have let her in their bed if they knew Dick had forgotten his keys.

"Selina?" Dick asked, noticing that Selina was in the kitchen. She just wanted a cup of coffee after the night that Bruce and Y/N had put her through. She wasn't exactly dressed for company and wrapped one of Y/N's silk robes around herself tighter.

"Hey, Dick," She tried to say as not awkwardly as possible. It's not like she just had sex with his parents or anything.

"Why are you here? Where your clothes at? Is Bruce cheating?" Dick asked questions one after another. He wasn't very sure what was going on but he was sure he didn't like it.

"Um-" Selina was a bit too discombobulated to answer but the hickies on her neck weren't helping the case.

"Dick, what are you doing here?" Bruce said walking into the kitchen with only his boxers. He got Selina her cup of coffee but when he turned to grab the mug from the cabinet, Dick gasped from the marks on Bruce's back. Bruce had a lot of scars from his time as Batman but these were fresh and looked more like nail scratches than injuries.

"You're cheating on mom?" Dick asked waving a finger at his adoptive father.

"No, I'm not cheating on your mother. Do you think I'm dumb?" Bruce spoke with wide eyes. He couldn't dream of his life without Y/N and he knew for a fact if he ever thought about cheating, Y/N might cut his dick off but in a loving way.

"Oh, hey Dick, How's my eldest boy?" Y/N said coming around the corner in a silk nightie. Dick was confused and none of this was making sense to him in the moment.

"Mom?" Dick called out, bracing himself against the counter.

"Yeah, Dick," Y/N responded handing, Selina cream, and sugar. Selina simply thanked her with a kiss on the cheek.

"Why are none of you properly dressed?" Dick asked with his face burning a bright red.

"See Dick when two people like each other very much and they want to share that love," Y/N tried to break it down for Dick as if he was a small child.

"Oh my God, you guys are swingers. My parents are swingers," Dick rubbed his hands through his hair. He felt sweaty for some reason like his parents caught him having sex instead of the other way around.

"We're not swingers. We just enjoy extra company on occasion," Y/N tried to justify and she was probably doing a terrible job at it.

"Yeah, Dick. It's not always me," Selina spoke softly after drinking her coffee. Y/N lightly slapped her thigh and Selina simply smirked at her.

"Selina, you are not helping right now," Bruce grumbled into his hands before walking around the kitchen to find bread before toast. There were only two things Bruce could make by himself, coffee and toast.

"What do you mean by that? What does she mean by that?" Dick regretted the question as soon as it left his mouth.

"Dick, sometimes your father and I have extra-marital affairs but together. What Selina meant is that we sometimes have relations with Oliver and Dinah, or Diana, or Hal Jordan, or Clark and Lois, etc," Y/N listed out a few too many names and Dick internally gagged. At this point, he just wanted to find his keys and leave.

"That's the definition of swingers. I'm gonna leave now and pretend I never heard any of this," Dick said grabbing his keys. Selina waited until she heard the large door slam before speaking again.

"So, round four?" Selina asked while hopping on the counter and removing the robe. Bruce and Y/N made eye contact before moving towards the woman in between them and it was that day that Dick learned not to show up unannounced if he could avoid it.

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kaleidoscopewritings19 · 3 months

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Bruce Wayne x Reader

Title: “Secrets will be told” SERIES PART 6 FINAL PART

Need a Refresher? Here are the previous parts!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Pairing(s): Bruce Wayne (from the show Gotham) and Female reader. BOTH BRUCE AND READER WILL BE 26-28 in this part.

Warnings: None; I did not proofread; I quickly skimmed through

Summary of series: Bruce Wayne was captivated when he met Y/N, and the feeling was mutual. Dating turned into being engaged and engaged to married. They knew each other’s secrets and told each other everything; they confided in one another. But once Y/N follows Bruce back to Gotham, he begins to change... He becomes secretive, is he having an affair? Y/N needs to find out the truth.

The sound of beeping made me open my eyes. I frantically looked around, and tubes were in my nose, and the heart rate monitor was beeping quickly. “Y/N, sweetie, please calm down..” My mom’s hands held mine, and I turned to look at her.

I could feel a burning sensation in my hand, and I held my hand in front of my face. The palm of my hand was wrapped in a bandage, and the doctor walked in. “It’s about time you woke up, Mrs. Wayne. You’ve been asleep for three days now; we were starting to get worried.” he said, as he looked down at his clipboard.

“Do you remember anything that happened?” he asked and I leaned back into the pillows behind me. “I-I was kidnapped... By Jeremiah Valeska, and I was saved by..by...” I started to remember last night.

“Stay standing. Don’t pass out. Just focus on me.” he said, and I shook my head. “Please, just tell Bruce I love him. Tell him, I’m not mad. Don’t let him blame himself for.. for.. th-this.”

My lungs were burning, and it felt like they could no longer hold any air. My legs began to shake, and before my eyes closed, I heard the batman say: “I love you too...”

“It’s okay, we don’t need to go over everything right now. But I am advising you go to therapy when we get you home. What you went through was traumatic, and I think it would be a great help..” he said, and then he cleared his throat. “But let’s discuss what is currently wrong. Your oxygen levels were extremely low from breathing in all of the chemicals. Your hand-” he lifted up my hand and unwrapped it.

My hand was red and blistered, “You will have a permanent scar on you right hand.” I lifted my hand up and the chemical burn was in the shape of a “J”. Of course, that bastard had to leave his mark.

The doctor grabbed my hand and wrapped it with a clean bandage. “But there are some corrective surgeries that can fix it. I can get something scheduled if you would like.” he said, and I shook my head.

“Where’s my husband? Where’s Bruce?” I asked, and my mom stood up. “He went home to take a shower. He will be back soon.” Her thumb massaged the top of my hand, and I sighed.

“Why did you go to Metropolis?” my mother asked.

“I can’t remember. I’m sorry.” I said, as she pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I’m just so happy that you are going to be okay.” she whispered.

The doctor picked up his clipboard, “Alright Mrs. Wayne. Your hand is all good to go. Now, I must advise you to get some rest. And if everything is good by tonight, I will consider letting you go home early.” he said before walking out of the door.

My mother and I sat there talking about her and my father’s recent trip, until she had to go home to clean up broken glass. I sat there staring at the bandage wrapped around my right hand. I began to unwrap the bandage and hissed at the stinging pain that shot through my entire arm.

I stared at the raw, blistered skin. Of course, he left his mark on me. I started to cry at the site of it; I felt disgusting. I could still feel his lingering touch on my bottom lip, and the way he stared at me. I was supposed to be dead. Never has anyone wanted me dead, and I hoped that they put Jeremiah away. Because now, this felt like a game that was not going to end in my favor.

A knock on my hospital room door tore my gaze away from my hand. Bruce stood there with a bouquet of roses. I wiped the tears from my face, and he quickly made his way over to me. “Y/N, I am so sorry about what happened. I wanted to be here when you woke up, but your mom made me go home and clean up.” he said.

He watched where my gaze went, and he looked down at my hand. “Let me wrap that up so it doesn’t get infected.” he said as he grabbed the bandages that were on the bedside table. I stared at him as he bandaged my hand, and he finally looked up at me. “We need to talk when we get home.” he said quietly, and I nodded.

“About the divorce?” I asked, and he looked down at his hands. “If that is what you want, then yes. But I would really like for you to reconsider those divorce papers.” He spoke.

“Why would I do that?” I asked, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“We will talk about this when we get you home.” he said, and he stood up from his chair. “Right now, I’m going to let you rest.”

An hour after Bruce had left, I had fallen asleep.

“I want to be able to control your pain and how fast you die.” Jeremiah hissed as he dragged a knife that had the residue from the chemical down my arm.

“Stop! Please, stop!” I cried out, and all he could do was laugh in my face.

Slowly, he dragged the knife down my cheek, “I hate having to scar your pretty little face. Maybe if Bruce doesn’t want you after this, I will give you a chance. After all, you will look just...like....me.”

I felt a hand shake my shoulder and all I could do was scream “No! Please, get off of me!” Bruce’s hand pulled back from me.

“Y/N, it’s just me. It’s just me.” he said, and I jumped into his arms. “Please don’t let him get me, Bruce.” I cried out, and his hand cupped the back of my head. He pulled me closer to him, “He’s not coming back, Y/N. It’s over. Jeremiah is dead.”

I pulled away from Bruce’s chest, “He-He’s dead? Are you sure?” I asked and Bruce nodded. “You don’t have to worry anymore.”

When we had gotten back to Wayne Manor, Alfred was smiling. “It is so good to have you back, Mrs. Wayne. Want me to fix you something to eat or drink?” he asked, and I shook my head.

Bruce gave Alfred a small smile, “I think we need some time to talk, if you don’t mind Alfred.”

Alfred handed Bruce something, but I didn’t see what it was. Bruce picked up my uninjured hand and led me to his study. “I know I said I can explain everything, but I think it would be easier if I just show you.”

I watched him walk over to his desk and grab a remote, and he clicked a button, and a loud sound made the room tremble. I took a step back as the fireplace retracted into the wall, revealing a dark hallway with stairs. Bruce picked up my left hand and led me down the dark staircase. “Um.. This isn’t the part where you are actually going to murder me, right?” I asked and Bruce smiled.

“You watch way too much crime shows, Y/N.” he continued to lead me down the never-ending staircase, but a bright LED light was shining at the end of the hallway. He turned to face me, “Before we go any further, please let me explain and answer your questions. And if you still want a divorce after seeing all of this, I understand.”

I followed him into the blinding light, and after my eyes adjusted to my surroundings, I gasped. A group of computers almost took up one entire wall, and a big black military looking car was on the opposite side. But Bruce led me to a glass case, and once we got close enough, I stopped dead in my tracks.

It was the Batman suit. Bruce opened the case, and I pressed my left hand up against the chest of the suit. Memories of being carried out of Ace Chemicals replayed in my mind.

When he spoke that night, his last words to me were “I love you too.” Those words were not spoken in the Batman’s voice, but in Bruce’s voice. The scars on Bruce’s back, the late nights of him not being home, and this is the reason why he bulked up. Bruce Wayne, my husband, is the Batman.

I turned to Bruce with tears in my eyes, “It was you. You are the Batman?”

Bruce nodded his head as tears ran down his cheeks. “I had to retaliate, Y/N. When I heard Jeremiah escaped Gotham, I couldn’t be a sitting duck anymore. It wasn’t just me anymore, I had to protect you.” he said.

“And that woman in your office? Who is she?” I questioned and Bruce sighed. “That woman was Selina Kyle. She was warning me about Jeremiah. She heard that he was coming for me, but she didn’t know when. But instead, he went for you.” he explained.

“We have been friends for a very long time, Y/N. Nothing is or ever will go on between her and myself. She is the reason Jeremiah will never come for us again.” he whispered, and I lunged into Bruce’s arms.

“I was so scared that I was going to die, Bruce.” I cried into his chest. “But the last thing I thought of before I passed out, was you. And when I looked into the Batman’s eyes, I should have known they were yours.”

Bruce’s arms tightened around me, “I can’t lie to you, Y/N, but things are not going to be easy. Now that you know I am Batman, this is going to make you a target.” he said as he pulled away from me and held my face in his hands. “I can’t give up being Batman now. Gotham needs me more than ever, and if you want to leave me, I won’t hold it against you.”

“Because I will never forgive myself if something were to happen to you. A part of me knows I should have left you in the dark, and I should have signed those divorce papers.” he said as a tear slipped from his eye. “But another part of me, the selfish part of me, doesn’t want to lose you. I love you, Y/N. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. However, I will respect the decision that you make.” Bruce said as he pressed his forehead against mine.

I took in a deep breath, “I don’t want a divorce, Bruce. I really don’t. But please, don’t keep any secrets from me.” I said quietly, and Bruce picked me up off of the ground. “No more secrets.” he said before pressing a kiss to my lips.

“Mrs. Wayne, you are going to need these.” he said as he pulled my engagement ring and wedding band out of his pocket. Bruce slipped them onto my ring finger.

A few weeks later, I was able to remove the bandage from my hand. This was the first time in weeks I had seen my bare hand. As I removed the bandage, I saw the dark red ‘J’ scar that would be a permanent mark.

Bruce came into the bathroom and leaned against the door frame, “Are you alright?” he asked, and I closed my hand. “Yeah. I’m just trying to get used to this ugly scar.” I say and he wrapped his arms around me.

“It won’t always be red. It should somewhat fade.” he said as opened my hand. He looked at the scar and sighed. “If I could have been there sooner.” he whispered, and I cupped his cheek. “Don’t go down that route, Bruce. I am just thankful you showed up when you did. Otherwise, things could have gotten worse.”

He wrapped his arms around me, and I took in his scent. “Can I ask you something?” I asked, and Bruce nodded. “Will you train me, Bruce?” I asked and he pulled away from me.

“Train you? For what?”

“I don’t want to be that girl that was locked in a glass room, about to be murdered, Bruce. I don’t want to be the girl that is left with a scar as a reminder that I cannot protect myself.” I said and he tore his gaze away from me. “Please, Bruce?”

He stood there staring at the wall, and finally he answered. “Okay. You’re right. You need to be able to protect yourself. I will train you, but it’s not going to be easy.”

That night, when we left “the batcave” after he told me was Batman, our lives had changed forever. I had to share the love of my life with everyone else in Gotham; they got the Dark Knight, and I got Bruce Wayne. The person I fell in love with at Princeton.

He trained me just like he promised he would. Hell, I was so good at fighting that I was now known as the “Black Widow”. I fought right alongside my husband, helping keep the streets of Gotham safe.

Then we adopted our first son, then our second, and then our third. Then Bruce found out he had a love child from before we met in college. And then we had a set of twins of our own. As a family, we had a pact, and that was never keep a secret. Because Secrets will always be told.

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I know, cheesy ending. But I hope you guys enjoyed this little mini-series. I had fun writing it, and at times it was challenging, but definitely worth it. Thank you to the readers who stuck it out until the very end of this series!

(Also, I couldn’t figure out a superhero name. So I went with Black Widow, I mean, I always can picture Bruce with a Black Widow!Reader. I do not own the rights to Batman/Bruce Wayne, or the characters mentioned. I only own the story line. Nor do I own the rights to the hero name Black Widow).

XOXO

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 1 year

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It's Not Over, Is It?

{Where a silly game of blooming romance, becomes tangled in a spiders web of jealously and rivalery.}

Cast: (Y/N) (L/N), Bruce Wayne, Talia Al Ghul [Rule 63], Catwoman [Rule 63].

Au Synopsis:

(Y/N), having been chosen as Bruce Wayne's manager/secretary for his "playboy act". Controlling over the media and press that had anything to do with Bruce Wayne or Batman.

(Y/N) is in love with Bruce and is a mother figure to Dick. But Bruce has never once tried to express his love for the reader. Afraid to ruin the little peace and normality he had in his life with you, Dick and Alfred.

So, he finds "comfort", in other's embraces unknowingly.

(Y/N) knows everything about Bruce, to his coffee, to the names that he slept with or fancied when in his "playboy persona".

Has helped create every file and notes or each vilian or other in his rouge gallery.

Talia Al Ghul, the son of the Demon Head: Ra's Al Ghul.

Knows of the little game of "hopeless lovers" when he sees a pair. Instead of waiting for the other to fall, he instead makes his move. Finding (Y/N) under the guise of friendship and a random civilian that happened be at the right place and right time.

Yet. He toys with the Detective, that he and his father had found quite intriguing.

Though he is not seen as a worthy enough successor in his father's eyes. He doesn't mind, finding Batman much more of a worthy advisory and leader.

Ra's sees you as the perfect bride for his son. Along with carrier for the perfect successor.

Catwoman: Selina Kyle

Selina adores poking fun at the Bat when knowing somewhere you could be listening. Often stealing Batmans communicator to converse with you.

He too plays the civilian card with you, wanting to charm you with his real self instead of the sleek cat burglar he dressed as.

He found you gorgeous, more precious than any jewelry he could've stole.

But you know his true intentions (?) and identity.

So often leading him astray with words of formality and obliviousnsss.

"You know, I think it's weird.." The young Grayson started, watching you clean up Bruce's wounds carefully as he stares at you. Doing his best not to flinch or show any signs of pain. Failing terribly, but you didn't seem focused on it. More wrapped up with placing bandages over his ribs.

"What is odd to you, young master Richard?" Alfred questions the little Robin.

Dick looks away from the two, giving Alfred a stern look.

"Mom's been busy as of late..." The sidekick kicks his legs back and fourth on the small chair.

"In what way?" Alfred rose a eyebrow.

"I've noticed she's been getting flowers or little notes. I think, she thinks, there from Bruce." Dick sighs, "but I know there not. But also, I saw this guy follow me and her to the nice bakery she takes me too when I get a good grade on my tests."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, the desserts are good. But not as good as your's Alfred."

"Why thank you, Master Dick." Alfred smiled at the young lad. "But I must say, a strange fellow following the two of you around sounds concerning."

"Don't worry, I kept glaring at him and told mom about it. So we left in a hurry. I made sure they didn't track us!" Dick said pridefully.

[Just a small idea I had at 3am, hope you like it!]

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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Batmom, Selina and Talia in a girls night ? 🏵️

Bruce doesn't know how to react to their reunion. I think the girls have a girls' night once a week. They have friendly conversations about their life tasks, challenges, and gossip. They love the meals and snacks prepared by the reader. They do not neglect to care. They use masks and care products for their hair, face and nails. They take a sigh of relief away from the boys at the girls' night.

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 1 year

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One Bad Day.... (Visitors)

Winter Whumperland: Day 2. Unhappy Family Reunion

Fandom: Batman, Batfam, Batmom, Dick Grayson

Summary: Four years into her jail sentence, Dick pays Batmom a visit. However, unlike his usual visits, this time he has something potentially troubling to discuss....

Word Count: 2543

TW: Mentions of Injuries

Note: This is set while Batmom is still at Arkham. It should be read anytime after Part Two.

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You didn’t want to go see him. Well, you did, oh god how badly you wanted to see him. But you didn’t want him to see you. Not after yesterday’s scuffle with half of the other inmates.

You had held your own until the guards finally decided they had let things go on as long as they could without getting in trouble, but that didn’t mean you had escaped unscathed: Your left side felt like one huge bruise, your shoulder had been dislocated and your arm was still in a sling, your cheekbone had been fractured and you could barely open that eye, your voice was hoarse from screaming and where Bane had managed to get his hands around your throat for almost a minute, and your thigh was still bleeding from the deep gash Harley’s knife had made when she thrust it into you up to the hilt. And that’s not even to mention what the guards did to you after you had been dragged away to your cell afterward. Even sitting caused you pain.

However, all-in-all, they aren’t the worst injuries you have ever received but they are still pretty bad. And they look it. There is no way you can hide all the damage or brush it off as nothing. He will see through that ploy in seconds. But what other choice do you have if you want to see your son?

When you reach the door to the visiting room, you take a deep breath as you stand up straight and mask your expression as much as possible. It is nearly impossible to walk without limping or wincing in pain, but you are determined to do your best to hide it. When the guard opened the door, you plaster on a cheerful grin and walk slowly into the room.

Your visitor is seated at the booth closest to the opposite wall, a fact you are sure the sadistic guards did on purpose. They are probably gathered around the cameras watching and laughing as you struggle to cross the room without crying out in pain. But you won’t give them that satisfaction.

It takes longer than it should, but you make it to your chair without showing much outward sign of discomfort. Though, you can’t help but inhale sharply as you lower yourself into the metal chair.

Slowly reaching over and picking up the phone attached to the wall, you smile through the glass divider and say, “Hey, baby. What a wonderful surprise! I didn’t know you were in town.”

Dick doesn’t respond. He just continues to stare at you, his jaw clenched and knuckles growing white as he grasps the edge of the table in front of him. Yet, you pretend not to notice and continue, “Any exciting reason you’re around? Or is it just to visit me?”

Still, there is nothing but silence from the other side of the glass. Sighing heavily, you say, “Come on, Dick. You didn’t come all this way to not talk to me.”

“You said it was getting better.” His tone is icy and harsh, but at least he is finally speaking.

“No, I said I was handling it.”

“Mom–” He starts to say something but you hold up your hand to cut him off.

“It’s okay. It looks worse than it is.” You try to force another happy smile as you say, “But how are you? How are things in Blüdhaven? Are you seeing anyone special?”

He shakes his head. “No, don’t change the subject. What happened?”

You let the happy facade drop as you slump in your seat. He isn’t going to let this go. “Same thing that always happens. But I can take care of myself.”

Dick leans in closer. “Let me talk to the warden. Something has to be done about this. It can’t keep happening.”

“No. I’m serious, Dick. Don’t say anything….. It just makes it worse.”

Dick smashes his hand against the glass on the other side causing you to jump slightly and catching the attention of a few of the guards in the room. “Mom… please.. I can’t keep seeing you like this. What if they come back for you when you’re hurt? You can’t fight back when you can barely move without flinching in pain! Then what? You just let them kill you?”

You roll your eyes. “Dickie, I’m fine. I’m tougher than I look.”

“Yeah…. Don’t I know it,” he scoffs, running his hand through his hair. “God. I just hate seeing you in here like this and knowing there’s nothing I can do to stop it. We’re supposed to help those who are in trouble and yet, I can’t help my own mom.”

“Oh, Dick…” Tears well up in your eyes as you press your hand against the glass where his is. In the four years since you were thrown in here, never have you wanted to give your son a hug as badly as you did right now. “This isn’t on you. I made my choice that night even though I knew what it probably meant. And I’m so sorry I’m putting you through this too.”

“I would never tell Bruce this, but…. I think you made the right choice.” You blink in surprise. Dick has always been in your corner through the trial and while you have been in jail, but he never once ever made any indication he agreed with you killing the Joker. He stares down at the table as he continues. “He did unspeakable things not only to the citizens of Gotham but also to the people we love. To me… Babs… Jay… He was never going to stop unless someone did something about him. Something final. I may not agree with how you did it, but I’m glad he’s dead.”

You aren’t sure how to process this information. There had never been a doubt in your mind that if Jason knew what you did, he would have cheered and celebrated. But Dick…. There was just something so wrong about hearing him condone a death, regardless of who it was or why they were killed. He always seemed to follow Bruce’s code like gospel since the time Bruce stopped him from killing the man who arranged for his parents’ deaths. It was a line you never imagined him even considering crossing so to hear him support what you did sends a small chill down your spine.

So, you just nod and give him a small smile. “Thank you, baby.” Then, changing the subject, you ask, “So, is this a spontaneous visit or did you have something specific you wanted to talk about?”

Dick licks his lips and stares down at the floor, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. He opens his mouth as if he is about to say something but then closes it again without uttering a word. Finally, you ask, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wro–”

“You don’t have to hide things from me. I’m your mother and I know you. I can see by your face that something’s bothering you. So, what is it?”

Glancing around, Dick presses a button on his watch. You peek up at the cameras, knowing that all feed and sound in the room will be temporarily scrambled. Which means Dick wants to discuss something a little more private.

Taking a deep breath, he finally blurts out, “There’s a new Robin.”

You lean back in your chair. “…..I know.”

Dick blinks in surprise. “You…know?”

“I still get the paper and am allowed to watch the news. Besides, I live in a place that is full of people who have been put away or stopped by Batman and Robin. You honestly didn’t think I would have heard about it?” You grin teasingly. But then your face grows more serious as you add, “But I’m glad.”

Dick seems surprised by your response. “Really? Why? I thought after what happened with Jay….”

“Does the thought of another kid running around fighting guys with weapons and superhuman strength scare the shit out of me? Yes. But Bruce needs someone to keep him grounded, and without me or Jay…. I’m sure he could really use someone right now. Especially since you can’t always be around.”

“Mom–”

You hold up your hand. “No, I’m not trying to make you feel guilty. You should be off living your own life, stepping out from his shadow, becoming your own person. And I’m so glad that you are. You are doing so much good as Nightwing and I am so incredibly proud of you. But Bruce…. he shouldn’t be alone out there. So, if this kid seems up for the challenge, then I’m glad they found each other.”

Dick still seems slightly stunned but says, “Wow, that’s… I don’t know. I thought you would be more upset about this. You really do still care about Bruce and what happens to him, don’t you?”

You bristle at his words and snap, “What Bruce does or doesn’t do is no longer any of my concern. However, this city needs Batman. So if having a Robin by his side helps him protect those in need, then great.” Dick’s face falls slightly and you sigh. In a slightly softer tone, you ask, “So who is this kid?”

“His name’s Tim Drake and he’s thirteen.”

“Thirteen…. It seems so young,” you say wistfully. “And yet both you and Jason were only twelve when you became Robin.”

Dick chuckles softly, “He didn’t really give us much choice. He figured out who we were and practically blackmailed his way into the tights.” Dick drops the smile as he adds, “He knows who you are too. Both while you were with Bruce and before, as Night Watch.”

“What?” you hiss, leaning in closer to the glass. “How the hell did he figure that out? In fact, how the hell does he even know who Night Watch is? I haven’t gone by that name since before Bruce and I got married!”

Dick shrugs. “The kid’s a genius. It’s what he does. He said he recognized your fighting style and that you have a few tells. He’s a big fan though. Apparently, he talked to some people you looked after back in the day and they told him about you. He seems to know more about you at that time than I do. It’s sort of weird.”

“He won’t…. He won’t tell anyone will he? I get into enough trouble in here. If anyone ever finds out who I was before or after I met Bruce, things will only get a hundred times worse.”

“No, absolutely not,” Dick says. “He would never tell a soul. I’m sure of it. He’s a great kid….. You would love him.”

“Yeah… I’m sure I would have.” You quickly turn your head as you blink away a few tears that had sprung up in your eyes. In the corner of the room, you notice two guards whispering and pointing at the cameras. Taking a deep breath, you turn back to Dick. “Seems they noticed the interference with the surveillance system.”

Dick glances over his shoulder and then quickly presses the button on his watch a second time. Whatever privacy the two of you had is now gone and there are going to be a lot of questions about what happened.

Sighing sadly, you say, “I think you should go. It might be better if you aren’t around at the moment.”

Dick nods before hanging his head. “I wish I could take you with me.”

“I know, baby. I do too.” You press your hand against the glass and Dick does the same on his side. “But it’s just for another twenty years or so.”

“Mom….” His eyes dart across your various wounds. “You can’t survive that long in here if this keeps up.”

“What choice do I have? If I ever want the chance to see you without this divider between us, the chance to hold you again, I have to keep fighting. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

You both knew it wasn’t true, but Dick just nods. “I love you. Please be careful.”

“You be careful. And I love you too.”

The two of you sit there just staring at each other for a long moment. Then Dick hangs up his phone, rises to his feet, and turns to leave, his fingers trailing across the glass until the last possible second.

You manage to hold it together until Dick is gone and the door clicks shut behind him. Then you bury your face in your arms on the table and sob. It is the same thing that happens every time you have to watch your only living child disappear once more.

You absolutely love seeing Dick. The thought of his next visit is the only thing that keeps you going most days. And yet, it shatters your heart every time you have to watch him walk out that door.

There is a silent understanding between the two of you that every visit might be his last. Dick is an amazing fighter, but being a vigilante is incredibly dangerous work. And who knows when the other inmates will finally get the upper hand when attacking you. One of these days, one or both of you might not be seated on the other side of the glass.

Finally managing to pull yourself together, you begin to stand to go back to your cell. However, one of the guards approaches and says, “Stay there. You have another visitor.”

“Anoth–” Alfred was the only person who had ever visited you besides Dick and if he was coming, they would have just come together. Unless…. Is it possible Bruce finally came to see you after four long years?

You sink back into your chair as your eyes lock on the door, waiting with bated breath to see who is about to walk in. It can’t be Bruce. Dick would have said something. But what if he didn’t know? What if Bruce wanted it to be a private affair? What if he finally came to his senses? What if he found a way to get you out? What if–

The door opens and the person who walks in is definitely not Bruce, but a welcome sight nonetheless.

You laugh in disbelief as she sits down and you both pick up your respective phones. With tears in your eyes, you say, “Selina! Hi! Wow, it’s so good to see you.”

But then you notice something off in her smirk. This isn’t the Selina you practically raised. This is the Selina you had been catching more and more glimpses of the past few years before your imprisonment. The one whose eyes always lingered on your ring or your custom clothes or the antiques in the manor. The one who hadn’t bothered showing up to Jason’s funeral despite you personally texting her the information.

This is not the visit from a friend you had expected when she walked in.

Leaning forward in the chair, Selina began running her sharp nails across her throat, toying with the diamond necklace that hung there. Your diamond necklace.

Your eyes snap to her face as she purrs, “Hello, Sissy. I think it’s about time we talked about Bruce…..”

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One Bad Day.... (Visitors)

Winter Whumperland: Day 2. Unhappy Family Reunion

Fandom: Batman, Batfam, Batmom, Dick Grayson

Summary: Four years into her jail sentence, Dick pays Batmom a visit. However, unlike his usual visits, this time he has something potentially troubling to discuss….

Word Count: 2543

TW: Mentions of Injuries

Note: This is set while Batmom is still at Arkham. It should be read anytime after Part Two.

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