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From parents to babies - Batfam x fem!reader

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

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

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“Bruce !”

“(Y/N) !”

You manage to scream each other’s names before-

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

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

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

“It’s not possible !”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh shit.”

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

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

“Oh shit.”

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

They’ve been turned into toddlers !

“Oh shit !” You exclaim happily, giggling.

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

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

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

Slowly, all your children reach you and-

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

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

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

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

It wouldn’t be funny otherwise, right ?

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

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

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

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

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

They got you home, and :

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They could do this.

They had to do this, for both your sake.

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

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

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

Brucie ish scared

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

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

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

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

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

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

And so finally, this name came full circle.

Brucie.

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

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

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

And so he called himself Brucie.

And Brucie was a scaredy cat !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DICK

It was so weird.

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

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

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

This was really, really odd.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JASON

Jason was the most responsible one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jason told would one day make a wonderful father.

TIM

"I think he doesn’t like me...”

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

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

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

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

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

Tim could never be fooled.

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

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

“Oh, not you too, mom ?”

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

But then-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And so, toddler you said :

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DAMIAN

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

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

And it frustrated Damian greatly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it made Damian panic.

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

Even less so knowing this was his dad !

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

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

Asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he-

He somehow wanted a baby, in this house.

CASS

You both clearly adored Cass.

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

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

Which was the truth.

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

Physical touch had always soothed Cass.

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

Never.

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

If Cass wanted a hug, she would have it.

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

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

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

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

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

DUKE

Duke had tons of little cousins.

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

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

And it showed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They never sleep alone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it comforted your children, in a way.

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

ACE

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cute.

Unruly little buggers !!

You two, together, could be...

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

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

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

Ten seconds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it was shiny, and Bruce wanted it.

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

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

Then he brought you the vase.

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

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

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

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

And your downright EVIL laughter filled the room.

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

Back to normal

Zatanna, as usual, to the rescue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, then it’s acceptable.”

And on that note, Zatanna started a ritual.

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

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

And then what ?

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

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

I want a baby sibling

A few weeks went by.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, he stops, and solemnly says :

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

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

“A baby sibling ?”

Damian doesn’t miss a beat as he says :

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

Silence.

A long silence.

Finally broken by your son :

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

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

You turn to your husband and-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mite Mischief

《What happens when two entities invite themselves to meet a vigilantes s/o..?》

[1/2]

Nite-Mite Ver

"AAAAHHH! Help! It's a giant.. Floating.. Tiny Nightwing?"

You slowly fall to your knees after panicking. Seeing the small fella float close to you, you shrink in on yourself shyly. Watching him float around you, analyzing you...

Meeting you was not what Dyxl expected!

You were strange... Unfamiliar, sure. Nite-Mite knew of Richard Graysons' love interests in the past comic issues or alternative storylines.

Maybe you were a new character implemented by the authors?

"SO..."

"S-so...?"

The small creature sat on the desk chair of your room. Eyeing you carefully. While you sat nervously on your bed, half-expecting to wake up. "You must be the newbie! Or, more so.. For this plot. The love-."

You notice there's a knocking on your bedroom door.

"(Y/N)? Everything okay?" Dick calls out, half-way yawning.

You immediately grab a hold of the small individual, holding him close to your chest as you look for a place to hide him.

"Yeah-! Uhm.. I.. Thought I saw a mouse?"

There was silence from the vigilante, considering your words. "That so'?"

"Mhm, yup. Yes..?" You breathe out, getting closer to the door. Thankful it was locked. The vigilante heard your movements and sighed. "Oh.. Good! W-well, I mean- that you're okay! Not the mouse part."

You laugh it off quietly, agreeing as he finally leaves your door and heads back to his room. You sigh in relief as you slowly sink back to the floor.

You lean back against the door, head banging against as you wince!

"Ouch! That's gotta' hurt.." Your eyes widen as you look down at your small visitor who sat on your lap. Chilling out as if he didn't have a single care in the world.

"I think you have the wrong person.." You mumble quietly under your breath. Watching Nite-Mite buzz around your room as he grins at you.

"Nope!"

"But! I'm not exactly his.. Ya' know..?" You make a gesture as your face scrunched up. The words too sour on your tounge.

"Type?"

"Yes! That!"

Dxyl laughed it off. "So what? Sure, many.. And I mean.. MANY! People have fallen for the Grayson Charm, but that doesn't mean he always reciprocates those feelings."

"Then what makes you think -" You're interrupted by the fith dimensional imp. "There's just something un-canny about you. Your presence is there, but no romantic tension? I mean, seriously!"

Nite-Mite snaps his fingers as he shows a built-in board of notes, strings, and photos. Pointing at them as he tries to connect it all together.

You slowly smile, easing into this odd situation. Smiling as he holds up a issue of... Nightwing? Watching him ramble and point to the board, it reminded you of Dick. Who probably fell back asleep, hopefully.

Poof~!

Blinking, your clothes felt heavier as you look down. Dressed in old fashionable garb?! What!

"Though I'm sure whoever Dick chooses is up to him, it's fun to see other routes!"

Nite-Mite had become... Nightwing?

Instead of the usual skin-tight latex suit, the outfit showcased half of his bare-chest as the blue pants and brown boots reminded you of...

"P-pirate?" You laugh a bit, awkward and frazzled by these turn of events.

"Well.. -" Interrupted once again, the door rips open as a handsome young man storms in, his small puppy barked excitedly as she followed close behind. Yet stopped beside Dicks legs, blinking in confusion.

You immediately squeak in suprise. Your face a warm shade of color, too embarrassed to deal with all of these shenanigans so early!

[Ta-Da! Hey! Who wants an April fools event?? Also! Thank you for reading, I love Nite-Mite and the art for pirate nightwing. I need more content for both of them.. Please! Tag me if you do! Hopefully I can write a Bat-Mite Ver next! Comments and hearts are appreciated!]

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Moments of Our Life

Batmom x Batfamily Chapters AO3

5- It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!

“Dickie,” Bruce said as he leaned over the table to pluck the knife from Dick’s hands. “I’ll be doing the cutting.”

Dick whined, saying that he was old enough to cut the pumpkin himself, but your husband wouldn’t budge on the subject. You smiled as you watched, suggesting to your foster son that he come help you carve your pumpkin. Dragging his stool across the floor to you on the other side of the table, he instantly went for the knife.

“Put your hand there,” You said, letting his small hands slip under yours on the handle. As you sliced up and down in a messy motion, concentrating the best he could, Dick moved with you. “Very good, sweetheart.”

Bruce tried not to smile as he watched the two of you. Dickie was struggling with the knife, but you insisted that he was doing a great job despite his disparaging comments that it would look horrible. That was a skill Bruce admired in you most, you managed to always point out the good in an unfortunate situation and never put anyone down for their mistakes. If anything, it was one of the reasons why he married you.

As you removed the insides of the pumpkin, you and Dick gave each other a disgusted expression at the feeling of the slimy seeds before putting them to the side. Bruce chuckled at the sight before removing his pumpkin insides.

Once your eyes met as Bruce paused to admire you, a little, sly grin crossed your face. You leaned down into Dick’s ear, whispering something before pulling away to cross the table to him. “Let’s take a look at your pumpkin so far, my love.”

You inspected it, leaning close to the cut edge before turning your attention to the decapitated stem and the yucky seeds. Nodding, you quickly took a handful of the pumpkin guts, pulled at the waistband of Bruce’s sweatpants, and poured all the contents in your hand down his leg.

Bruce felt a whole range of emotions at once. Betrayal, disgust, and a new need for revenge. Just as quickly, he grabbed the remaining guts on the table and dumped them down the back of your pants as you ran away. With a shriek, you turned back to him.

“Of all the people you chose to make enemies with,” Bruce snorted. All of a sudden, more pumpkin goop was sent flying across the room straight into his face. You gasped before turning to see Dick giggling as he stepped off his stool for the impending rebuttal your husband was about to give him.

Leaning across the table, Bruce took your pumpkin insides and hurled them at Dick, getting the boy right in the forehead, and you couldn’t help but cackle. Before Dick could scrape off what Bruce had politely given him, he paused, eyes wide at the door.

You and Bruce turned, cowering under the glare of Alfred as he stood there with his arms crossed. Slowly, he entered the room, inspecting the orange slime that scattered the floor and table, then looked at the seeds falling out of your pant leg.

“I expect you all to clean this up,” He turned to Dick. “Or else the three of you will be cleaning the floors with a toothbrush.”

With that, Alfred turned on his heel and left, turning back once to glare at the three of you. Once he was gone, you reached down onto the floor to scoop up the seed that fell from your pants then hurled them at Bruce.

“Hey,” He said. “Alfred said we had to stop.”

“No, my love,” You corrected. “He said we had to clean it up.”

Needless to say, seeing Bruce utterly defeated was well worth having to clean the floors.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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Batmom x Bruce fluff or smut pls? Ur choice :)

Bruce checked his watch and sighed, "Has she called?"

"An hour ago, sir," Alfred said. "She and Master Richard were still looking for shoes he liked. And Master Richard was claiming to be absolutely famished."

Bruce restrained an eye roll with effort, but. He couldn't be too irritated. Dick had been- not himself lately. But. A day out with you usually helped. You had a knack for knowing how to cheer him up.

And sure enough, when he heard the front door open, Dick sounded- better. More like his usual self as he helped you wrestle shopping bags into the manor. And when you appeared in the door way, both holding a smoothie and wearing... if he wasn't mistaken, matching sunglasses, he smiled.

"Well. It's good to see the economy is slightly more stimulated," he chuckled. "Good day?"

"Not bad," you hum, putting bags down and ruffling Dick's hair affectionately. "Go wash up for dinner and put things away, Baby Bird."

"Kay!" he chirped, taking his bags and fairly skipping down the hall. Bruce couldn't tell if it was a product of the sugar or the effects of a good day, but. Either way. He would take it.

"I have a bottle of wine ready," Alfred said, watching you drop into the chair you favored, smiling a little.

"You're a saint," you tell him, stretching. "If I had to go to one more children's store I was going to scream."

Alfred chuckled and bowed slightly, excusing himself to see to it that Dick hadn't gotten distracted.

Bruce crossed the floor and shook his head, "What you suffer for me," he hummed, bending to kiss you hello before moving behind your chair, clever fingers gently searching out hair ties and pins to take your hair down for you.

"You can make it up to me later," you murmur, relaxing into the touch.

"If you can stay awake," he teased, kissing the top of your head. "I'd be happy to."

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we are not our demons (5/24) - bruce wayne x batmom

Author’s note: The whole Batfamily is back, baby! God, I love Tim. Not to mention, Damian, my sweet little murder child.

I don't know any American junk food, so I just picked some that I found on an online shop, lol. Oh man, it’s Jason Todd’s birthday.

Beta-read by Axolotyl Alot and Heidi.

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And it’s easy done

Our little remedy

And the reason comes on the common tongue of your loving me

-Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue) by Hozier-

Okay, easy. Deep breaths.

It probably won’t be so bad.

Jeez, please, Bruce, be crime fighting.

With these thoughts running in her head, Ellie sucked in a deep breath before ringing the doorbell to Wayne Manor.

Her body felt like it was crawling through molasses when she lowered her arm against her hip.

The heavy wooden doors didn’t hold back Barbara’s yell, “Hold on, Alfred, I got it!”

Muted chuckles erupted from Ellie’s chest, right before the door was wrenched open. Barbara’s blazing red hair fluttered in the air at the light draft.

Ellie raised her eyebrows, seeing Barbara try to appear unruffled by her appearance.

“Oh hey, you,” Barbara said, leaning against the doorjamb after a few awkward attempts to find the right position.

Ellie sent her a grin in return, eyes narrowing. “Hey yourself. I brought food.” Plastic bags rustled in her arms when she raised them in the air. She tilted her head, correcting herself just as quickly, “Well, candy.”

Barbara snorted, inspecting the various products of Sour Patch Kids, Twizzlers and Doritos. “That’s the best food for a movie night. Come on in.” She waved her inside.

Ellie looked around, seeing everything still in place since she left. The brunette smiled in appreciation when she saw Alfred standing in the kitchen, making drinks.

“Miss Ellie,” the gray-haired butler said with a small smile on his face, his white apron still fastened around his neck. The words “Your opinion was not in my recipe” were displayed on the cloth. “It is wonderful to see you grace us with your presence.”

It felt like she never left.

Ellie’s mouth quirked into a lop-sided smirk. “I hope that wasn’t sarcasm.”

Alfred shared a small smile with her. “I have used that phrase before but with you, it is not meant ironically.”

A herd of feet ran down the stairs. “Trust me, Alfred here used that sentence on Damian and me before, and you would notice a difference.”

Ellie turned as soon as the voice of Dick reached her ears. She sent him a grateful smile. “Hello, Richard.”

“Hey.” The dark-haired young man stepped closer to wrap her in a short but tight hug, enveloping her in his warmth. “Nice to see you again.” Ellie felt instantly at home again when his familiar blue eyes twinkled with delight.

“You too.” She momentarily stroked his side affectionately.

Ellie felt someone’s eyes on her and slowly distanced herself from Dick to find the rest of the Batfamily gathered around the living room.

Wait, what did she just call them in her head?

Damian was standing a few feet away from her while Tim—sweet Tim—was standing by the couch, unsure how to react around her.

“It seems you do remember us.”

Ellie sighed and closed her eyes in defeat upon hearing Damian’s biting words of condescension. It appeared as if all the progress they had made together, all the hardships they went through, was for nothing.

However, Ellie knew of the one thing they both shared: stubbornness for days.

She didn’t consider the Wayne heir as unimportant. Before everything went crazy, Ellie wanted to get to know this anger-fueled kid and help him.

Unfortunately, it was her pride that got in the way when she abandoned all of them. After some time to contemplate what happened, maybe time was all she needed to move on. Not only for herself, but for the sake of these boys.

Ellie bent down, putting herself at eye-level with the youngest Wayne. Damian’s black hair had grown longer at the front, and he was clenching his jaw.

“How could you ever think I would forget you? I would never,” Ellie whispered fervently.

Damian inhaled a deep breath, crossing his arms over his chest while staring head-on at her. “Yes, I’ll believe that when I see it.”

Ellie shook her head with deep regret. “I’m … sorry, Damian. I didn’t mean to hurt any of you. If you thought that I stayed away–”

“Oh, please.” The raven-haired boy rolled his eyes, which were shining with hell-bent determination, refusing to believe anything from her. “Don’t pretend to care for any of us.”

“Damian,” Dick admonished his little brother.

“No, it’s …” Ellie bit her lip and waved a hand, mulling over her next words. Her gaze remained on his eyes. “You have no idea how truly sorry I am that I hurt you, but I’m willing to … come over more often. Make an effort. Whatever it takes to rebuild our trust again.”

Just as long as Bruce gave his okay. She was so not looking forward to having that conversation. A very much needed one, but still.

Ellie shrugged, sending the young boy a soft smile. “Trust me, I got all the time in the world, Damian.”

His big brown eyes were staring back at her, analyzing her facial expressions to determine if she was being deceitful. Finally, he only shrugged, giving her the only answer she would get out of him.

A snort freed from Ellie’s lips before she straightened again. Her gaze landed on the second-youngest child in the household. Ellie’s smile turned bittersweet while watching the boy twist on the balls of his feet, swaying nervously by the furniture.

“Tim, do you want to say ‘hi’ to Ellie?” Barbara’s voice inquired softly next to her, who leaned forward with her hands on her knees.

Tim remained silent as his wide eyes were gazing back at Ellie with heavy uncertainty.

“I’ve missed you, Tim,” Ellie breathed with a breaking voice, sending him a small smile. She watched with bated breath as Tim slowly moved towards her, like he was testing the waters. Ellie was afraid to move even a single muscle, trying not to scare him away. Before she could process what was happening, his arms wrapped tightly around her middle, seeking comfort.

Tears pooled in her eyes as she knelt to the ground, hugging his body in return.

“Missed you too,” Tim whispered into her neck.

Both of them tried to ignore the soft-eyed gazes lingering on their touching moment.

Ellie cleared her throat, venturing a look around. “So, uh, Babs…?”

“Yep?” All of them were gathered on the couch and its armchairs when the first movie of the evening started. Alfred’s drinks were spread out on the coffee table while they were munching on their snacks. Ellie thanked God that she had taken into account the huge stomachs of the boys to be filled, especially Dick’s.

“So … where is Bruce?” Ellie whispered quietly. Her head was leaning down while facing the TV screen.

Barbara sent her a brief glimpse before saying, “Well, the usual, you know? Crime fighting and stuff.”

Ellie quietly exhaled a breath of relief and tried to quench that rising feeling in her belly that felt like disappointment. Barbara studied her facial expression when she opened her mouth to say something.

The elevator made a dinging sound down the hallway.

Betrayal was shining in her eyes when she slowly turned her head at Babs who only raised her arms in surrender, like she truly didn’t know. Ellie felt her heartbeat thumping rapidly in her chest when she turned her head at the sudden noise. Her eyes widened comically in shock.

Heavy footsteps echoed against the walls. Ellie was slowly looking up—and hoping to evade this situation as long as possible—to discover Bruce in his comfy clothes he tended to only wear at home.

He was wearing his dark-brown sweatpants and a gray Henley with the sleeves rolled up, Bruce’s well-toned arms on full display, popping veins included. Tension was reinforced through his whole body with the way he was standing ramrod straight in front of her.

Oh.

They must have painted a funny picture.

Ellie’s expression resembling a character from a horror flick while Bruce stopped in his tracks, rendered speechless and motionless. Barbara bit her lip in anticipation, and Ellie was sure that Alfred was literally eating his popcorn and enjoying the show that was unfolding before his eyes.

“Bruce,” Ellie breathed unevenly and instantly felt like an intruder.

Bruce still looked the same and yet so differently. He still had that stubble which was driving her absolutely crazy, and his thick hair was framing his face. Dark circles weren’t present when they were still together.

“Ellie,” Bruce murmured quietly, “I did not know you would be here tonight.”

The brunette cleared her throat, putting her bowl of chips back on the table before standing up. “Yes, it was … kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing.” Nervously, Ellie twisted her fingers and felt the epitome of unease all of a sudden. “Can we talk?”

For a few suspenseful seconds, Bruce was gazing at her with blinking eyes before finally answering, “Sure.”

They wandered into the hallway, just around the corner, in hopes of maintaining some privacy. Yet she could definitely hear the volume of the TV being lower than before.

Ellie chewed on her lower lip at the same time her hand brushed through her hair. She fixed her eyes on his hazel-colored ones and tried to ignore how her racing heart only emphasized her emotional turmoil. “I’m sorry, Bruce. I should have let you know that I was going to be here.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and cleared his throat. “No, uh, it’s fine. The boys have missed you.” Bruce seemed to bite back his words and shook his head. Instead, he rolled his eyes when he remembered something else. “And probably Barbara too since she misses the female company around here.” His hands were hidden in the pockets of his sweatpants, Bruce rocking on the back of his feet.

With the way he was standing so close to her, it was hard not to get swept in his musky scent. Oh God, he still smells so good. His bulging arms only coiled her stomach in tight knots.

Ellie snorted. She could only guess how hard it must have been for the woman to grow up more or less with no female companionship around. Only full-blown testosterone, 24/7.

“And…” Bruce was trying to wrench something from between his teeth. “I have missed you as well.”

Ellie stared up at him. Her affliction was a dry throat after swallowing thickly. Her throat felt raspy with her next words. “I have missed you too. I mean, all of you guys. The boys were on my mind all the time.”

Bruce turned his head away briefly, composing himself. “Okay, sure.” He revealed a tense smile.

“Look, do you think we can stay civil with each other? If it is okay with you, of course. Trust me, I don’t want to make things weird between us.”

Bruce nodded, hiding his hands in his pockets. “Of course, I’ll be out of your hair then.”

“No,” Ellie exclaimed and shook her head vehemently. Almost like a reflex, her hand touched his arm. Both of their gazes met Ellie’s stroking hand, right before she wrenched it away like his skin set her body on fire. “You should stay with us.” She smiled softly at Bruce. “Come on, the boys would really love this.” Ellie rolled her eyes in humor. “And Babs. It would really mean a lot to them. Please.”

Their gazes brushed when Bruce probably understood the deeper meaning to her unsaid request. That this would mean the world to her as well.

Bruce blinked, and his face softened at this newly found revelation. “Lead the way.”

As soon as they walked together back into the living room, the rustling sounds of pillows reached their ears. Once they finally entered everyone tried to appear nonchalant.

Weren’t these guys, with some exceptions, supposed to be vigilantes operating at night?

During the rest of the movie Ellie felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment when quick and conspicuous glances were thrown their way.

Real smooth, guys.

Once movie night ended, Ellie found herself so tired that she did not even make a fuss when Bruce followed her to the door. But she was lucid enough to draw the line at accepting his offer to stay in one of the guest rooms of his house.

“You know, it’s really late, so I was wondering—” Uncertainty coursed through her on how to phrase her words and if Bruce would even accept what she was asking from him. “—if we could talk tomorrow.” Her next words sounded like a stutter. “At my place. If you want. I mean, we probably did just now … a bit, but still–”

The corners of Bruce’s mouth twitched. “I’ll be there.”

And just like that, Ellie could finally release the breath she had been holding the whole evening. It was hard for her not to let pessimism and worst-case scenarios run rampant through her head.

“Okay, cool.” She nodded. “That’s great.” Before she could talk herself out of it or him, Ellie ventured down the stairs and stepped into her car to drive off.

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Nightmare

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Prompt 99: Can I give you a hug? You look upset.

Requested by: ANON

AN: Featuring smol and adorable Dick Grayson.

You’re in over your head. You’ve known that since five seconds after meeting with the social worker. Your only saving grace is Bruce. Your husband exudes calm and collected even if he’s panicking on the inside. And you know him, he is SO panicking on the inside.

“Everything looks to be in order. The house is amazing. And the both of you and Mr. Pennyworth check out. I have no concerns. Now this will be a temporary placement based on if any other relatives come out of the wood work. If we’re unable to find any within a year, you’ll be given the option of formally adopting Richard Grayson. Do you understand?”

You understand, but you’re not sure if Alfred will. He’s visiting his mother for another two weeks and has no clue what’s going on. You imagine he’ll have words about to twenty five years olds taking in an eight year old.

Bruce’s smile is easy, it’s the one that can charm anyone into doing anything. It’s one of the reasons he’s so well liked by the media. The clueless goofball who gives a ton of money to charity while giving his employees great wages and better benefits sells really well.

The woman blesses and you try to hide your smile, “Yes. Well then . . . if you have any questions you have my card. We’ll bring Richard by in just a few hours, and you can expect your first surprise home visit in a few hours.”

The two of you wave goodbye, and the moments she’s gone Bruce says, “That woman doesn’t understand the definition of surprise.”

You roll your eyes, “Well, when you bat your eyes at women and hit them with the dimples they tend to bend over backwards for you.”

He smiles, “Is that right?”

You go up on your toes and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “I married you Bruce. I’m immune.”

He chuffs and follows you into the Mansion, “You’re sure you’re okay with this, right? I know I kind of pushed, but when I saw him staring at . . .”

“I know.”

the death of Richard’s parents was a tragedy if you’d ever seen one. Bruce had been quick to pull your into his chest so you didn’t have to see everything, Richard hadn’t been so lucky. And Bruce who knew that pain, Bruce who had always been hesitant about having children, had taken one look at the boy and said, “He needs a family.” And just like with the Batman scheme you had jumped in without looking because Bruce always caught you.

“I want this too Bruce. He needs a family, and we may be a bit dysfunctional, but we’ll make it work.”

He’s quick to pull you in for a hug and kiss.

Three hours later the doorbell rings. It’s a different social worker with a very defeated Richard at her side. He has two suitcases, and won’t meet your eyes. You don’t force him as the two of you introduce yourselves.

Bruce sees the social worker out and comes back in. The three of you stand awkwardly in the hallway before Bruce says, “Well, we have a room semi-set up for you. We weren’t really sure what you liked, and figured we could take you shopping tomorrow to pick stuff out for it, maybe get you some toys and new clothes? How’s that sound?”

The boy doesn’t make a sound. He simply shrugs. And you start to wonder if you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.

The next few days are very different. Richard only leaves the room for meals and the shopping trip where he picks out very little. You and bruce stay on the same floor with him at all times. The two of you have taken time away from the office and do water necessary work at home.

“Are we doing this right?”

The two of you are laying on your bed staring at the ceiling. Bruce grunts, “I have no idea.Part of me wishes Alfred was here. He’s done this before.”

“Yeah . . . but you fight crime dressed as a bat. He might not have done too great of a job.”

Bruce’s head turns towards you and a second later he’s on top of you tickling you. You scream, laugh and cry for mercy but he doesn’t stop until the two of you hear the door open. You take in a gulp of air and find Richard staring at the two of you. The sound of you laughing must have drawn him out.

Bruce’s mouth opens and closes before he says, “I was just tickling her. She was being mean.”

Your mouth drops open, “I was not!”

As the two of you playfully bicker you watch Richard smile ever so slightly.

He comes our a bit more after that, but he never says anything. In fact his first words are said during a thunder storm, where you wake up to the sound of him screaming. the two of you make a mad dash to his room to find him in the throws of a nightmare.

Bruce is the one to shake him awake, and the moment his eyes fly open he’s scooting backwards. He stares at the two of you while he takes in gulps of air. You don’t move, you wait for him to relax. When he does, you ask, “Can I give you a hug? You look upset. And when I’m upset, I find that hugs help.”

He seems surprised, about what, you’re not sure. But he nods before diving towards you and wrapping you in a hug. You squeeze your arms around him while Bruce settles one his hands on the boy’s head. When he starts to cry you rock back and forth slowly and hum a song you don’t know the name of.

After several minutes, he pulls his head back and says, “Thank you for asking first.” His little voice is music to your ears.

“Of course.”

“Can I tell you something?”

Bruce nods, “Always.”

“No one calls me Richard. Everyone calls me Dick.”

It’s an antiquated nickname, but every book and website you had read stressed respecting his wishes and choices.

“Of course.”

“Will you stay with me for a little bit longer? Until I fall asleep.”

Bruce smiles, and takes one side of the bed while you take the other with Dick in-between the two of you. “We can stay all night.”

And you do. It’s a night you smile back on a lot, because it was the true start of your little family.

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morgansunflower · 3 years

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Beautiful 1/2

Bruce Wayne X Wife! Reader

Batmom! Reader

Warnings: suggestive content. Showering together.

Words:1041

Victorian Era. Batmom go's through labor with her and Bruce's first blood son.

Arthur's notes. Pic down below is from Gotham by gaslight movie. Selina & pregnant Pic is to represent reader! Hope you all enjoy!

Richard's P. O. V

"so the big blue elephant--" I stammer as Tim raised his hand "yes?" what on earth did I say wrong now?

"elephant is grey not b-w-u"

I cracked a smile. The door shut with a blanket stuffed in the bottom and top cracks to further prevent our ears from hearing our mum painfully scream. Timmy was scared out his little mind. He kept thinking about everything that could go wrong. I couldn't let his little head be thinking such horrible things. As well as I did not favor to think of losing someone I love. Especially someone like Y/N. She loves us. She takes care of us. She'll always be my mum in my heart.

"alright Mr picky, he's grey. So the big GREY elephant stomped his feet" I stomp my feet causing a smile to form on Tim's face

Jason's P. O. V

I sit within the library under the desk. I couldn't let Grayson or little Timmy see me feel so.. Broken. My legs crouched upward and face buried in between my legs. I hold my legs as I hear another scream from someone I love very much. Mum. She didn't bring me into this world but she never treated me like a scum. My biological mother died. I had tried to wake her up. My biological dad had left us first chance he got. I had shook her arm to wake her up. She wasn't breathing and she never woke up. She had been sick for weeks. I should have known, I could have done something. Though Y/N.. She wasn't into really bad shit. She takes care of me. She loves me. What if I lose Y/N to? Why does something happen to everyone I love? I began to feel my eyes shake. Don't cry!

Bruce's P. O. V

Only wearing my trousers with my red robe that had black trim. I sit behind my wife with her bare body in between my legs and her back up against my chest. Her legs bent upward. I use a dampened cloth to wipe away her sweat off her face and anywhere it was needed. Her hair braided into a bun. It was not ideal for me to be present. Though my wife knows who I am. She's knows I'd be more restless without being with her. I need to protect her. As another contraction rips through her, she bent her back with her head on my shoulder as she screamed. I drop the cloth and swiftly take her shaking hands. My wife began panting. She begins to cry, again resting her back on my chest.

"rest mistress your child's head is present breath for a moment" the midwife ordered

She turns her head to me with a tender smile. I kiss her lips gently and place the palm of my hand on her face. The amount of strength she has is remarkable.

"I don't know how much longer I can withstand this" she brokenly said breathing outward heavily. My heart shattering to hear how much agony she is in. I should be able to fix this!

"shh do not be fearful my love it is almost over with and then you may hold our child" I assured with a soft voice, though I'm truly frightened by what may happen

"it is time" the midwife said

I kiss her forehead our hands locked to each other's. She pushes screaming with crys, sending a deep sense of helpless worry to my core. I wanted to end her pain but I couldn't. Suddenly her muscles were less pained. Her grip lose and breathing eased. I see my son. My little boy. My heart swells as he cried. Y/N covers her face with her hands as she sobs. The midwife placed the infant on her chest. I kiss my son's wet head. My eyes shake as I feel so much overwhelmed joy.

"oh Bruce he's precious!" she half-laughed half-cried

I am utterly speechless. My beautiful son is here. Four precious boy's.

Y/N's P. O. V

After I rid of the afterbirth and I nursed my son. The midwife took my son to clean him. Bruce kisses my shoulder blade. He still holds me in his arms.

"it is time to clean yourself Mrs Wayne" she said

"I will tend to my wife" he told her

Bruce carrying me with my legs resting on his left arm and head on his right shoulder. He stands holding me with complete ease.

"sir I'd advise you not to let into your.." she stammered as Bruce probably glared to her or she was uncomfortable further speaking

He grunted "I am fully aware of my wife's condition and that she is desperate need of rest Ms. Once you have tended to my son let Alfred take over and he will aquire you your payment" Bruce said with a slight rude tone.

She gently nodded. Bruce steps into the bathroom that was by the bedroom. He sits me on the toilet seat and strips down to nothing. He takes my hands and helps me stand. We step into the shower and he turns the water on. He holds my hands motioning me under the shower. He gently rubbed my thighs up to my shoulders. I gently hummed in a relaxing tone. His hands like magic. I feel a sincere sense of not being as beautiful as I was. I know my husband is longing for love making as I am. Though we mustn't do such now.

"I am truly sorry Bruce I know it's been so long.. Not that I am attract--" he cuts me off with a deep kiss

I part from his lips to breath, his index finger bent under my chin. He moves his left arm across my lower hip.

"dare you not say such a thing. As soon as you are ready I will be here" he lovingly smiled to me "and I will prove to you that I still feel and always will be captivated by your beauty"

My heart melts I wrap my arms around his neck. His strong arm's wrap around me. I feel myself relaxing in his touch.

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mischieveousmayhem · 2 months

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guys im doing requests their all in my drafts rn (i was writing and it didnt savee) but here is my work in progresses rn!!

🔥= requests

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🔥 Continuation of "Mom, we miss you" - batfam

Mothers day special series - various fandoms

🔥 periods - bruce x batmom

🔥 thats my wife - jealous! bruce x batmom, clingy! damian x batmom

🔥 bruce x joyful! reader (still comin up with a name)

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Most are requested, I do have more requests I havent started yet but stay tuned for some fire ass drops 🤭

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ellana-ravenwood · 2 years

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“Hey Mrs Wayne !” - Fem!Reader x Batfam x Young Justice x JLA

Synopsis : Your children invited their friends over a few times. You met every single kid in the team they call “Young Justice”...but you never ever met their parents/ guardians/mentors. It comes as quite a shock to all the Justice League members when they realize their kids know you well, while they didn’t even know you existed.

Just a short and silly story. A sort of AU in which the younger superheroes met Batman’s family before their older counterpart hehe. I hope you’ll like it :) :

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

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Bruce was a secretive man. And for a very long time, none of the Justice League members knew about his family. None of them knew he was actually married, and the “Robins” were his kids (although they had suspicions about the latter).

But there came a day when the “secret was out”.

The main reason Bruce told them who he really was, was as a show of trust. He wanted to prove he trusted them, and he wanted them to trust him.

It was vital, for the team to work properly. Once they discovered he had contingency plans for each and everyone of them, it was the only solution to gain back their trust.

Of course, Bruce would never admit openly that he considered many of them his friends, and that it was actually a great relief to finally tell them the truth (after all, he knew since a long time THEIR secret identity...he wasn’t the best detective in the world for nothing). But it was a necessary step.

Once they knew who he was, it was as if they were finally truly a team. They all trusted each others enough to divulge their real self.

Funny, when you think about it. Bruce’s paranoia and constant need for “plans” (you did convince him to go see a therapist about that), his great mistrust in others, ended up being what cemented everyone’s relationship.

Bruce’s distrust lead to everyone trusting one another with their lives. They revealed who they were, as civilians. And Batman did it first. He told them first.

“Bruce Wayne.” He said, removing his cowl. Revealing one’s real identity was dangerous, for people in their line of work...yet he trusted them. He showed them that his initial wariness had vanished.

Batman showed them who he really was. And in more than one way, as they all came to realize that, if he was THE Bruce Wayne...Then he had quite a big family !

What a shock !

And what a greater shock, when they realized their kids knew all about it long before they did. When they realized they knew you well, when they didn't even know you existed !

Superman

Clark was the first person from Bruce’s “work” who met you.

Of course, he was. Who else, but Batman’s BEST friend would meet his family first ? Who would the Dark Knight trust more amongst the JLA members, but the one who he first called “friend” ?

Who else but Clark, could meet you first ?

It’s not like anyone else had Bruce’s trust or anything. Not like he would let anyone else get close to his family. Come to his home. Meet his wife and kids, unmasked.

Right ?

...Right ?

...

RIGHT ?!

Wrong.

Clark was not the first person to ever meet Batman’s family. Hell. He wasn’t even the second person to do so...or the third...or the fourth...

When he first arrived at Wayne Manor, he had almost a sense of pride. Because he was so sure that he was the first person that Bruce ever allowed in his home. In his personal life (the first superfriend, at least).

Imagine his surprise, when Bruce introduced him to you, and you were playing video games with your children and...CONNER ?! What the-

Kon was a good friend of Dick, and one of Tim’s best friend.

And at first, Clark rejected him.

And it didn’t take more.

Of course, you’d welcome with open arms a lost “little” kid who didn’t know who he truly was, and who was shunned by someone who could help him out. Of course, Bruce would say “yes” when Dick asked if Conner could sleep over one night the boy felt particularly alone.

Taking care of lost ducklings was kind of your jam.

Conner was like a nephew, to you. He would often crash at Wayne Manor. Bruce knew he needed someone there in his life, and he knew that being as powerful as Superman meant he could be dangerous if he didn’t learn how to process his emotions.

Of course, OF COURSE Conner would be welcomed in your home. Not only was he one of your son’s closest friend, but he was also just a child. You’d never leave him all alone.

Everyone in the Young Justice league had someone to go see if they needed, except for Conner.

You became “his confident”, when Clark was still rejecting him. Nowadays of course, their relationship softened. Over the years, they developed a filial relationship, because let’s be honest, the first time Clark met Conner, there wasn’t really much even a chance of a relation. Ah, but the man of steel came around, of course. In part thanks to Bruce. In part because Kon was actually a good kid.

But before that, who was there to guide Conner ?

You and Bruce.

You especially, gave him the motherly care he obviously never knew. Martha and Lois would gladly accept this role later on, but at the beginning, you were there.

He wasn’t always home of course, and you never adopted him because you and Bruce both knew he belonged with the Kents. But it didn’t mean that Conner didn’t hung a LOT in your home.

And so when Clark first came, thinking he was the first to get in the intimacy of Batman’s house, and he saw him playing video game with Bruce’s wife (whom he didn’t even know existed)...it was a shock, to say the least.

Even more so when he realized Kon seemed very close to you.

He clearly knew you, called you by your first name and everything ! What ?! But Batman was HIS best friend, so he should know his wife first !

You and Clark became friends quickly, it was so easy, to become friend with him. He was most definitely the “golden retriever” type of the group, and easy to approach (unlike a certain husband).

And although Superman would never admit it, he had been particularly friendly to you (risking Bruce’s infamous bout of jealousy) and such, because he wanted to “catch on” on Conner’s “advance”. There was no way the boy could know his best friend’s family more than him. No way, nuh-hu. Clark didn’t make so many efforts for Batman to finally accept him, only to realize that someone else got to know him better !

Do you know how long it took the mighty Superman to finally break down Bruce’s defenses ? To finally reach him, and become friends ? How many times he got rejected, before he finally managed to come to Wayne Manor ?

And what, Conner had been here the entire time ? Oh, and the boy looked at him that day, as if to say : “Yeah. Hurts to feel left out, right ?!”, which fueled Clark’s need to be loved by everyone even more (and put a lot of things into perspective..;after all, it’s seeing Conner so well integrated in your family that made him realize he had to be there for the boy).

It wasn’t fair. Clark didn’t even know you existed ! Aaaaaah.

Yes. It was honestly quite upsetting. To this day, Clark was still a little vexed.

Kon always saw it as a great sort of “revenge” on the man who, at first, rejected him so adamantly. On the man who wanted nothing to do with him.

Over the years though, this little fact became a source of “competition” between the Kent boys. Later on, Clark’s youngest son, Jon, would be over at your house WAY too often. It’s funny, because you’d say yourself that Damian was spending too much time at the Kent’s house.

Your boys were best friends, of course. Ah, but it was a bit of a competition, between Clark and his kids, to know who knew the Waynes the best...

It never ceased to amuse you.

WONDER WOMAN

Diana often made a distinction, in her head, between the Batman she met at the beginning of the Justice League, and the Batman he slowly became.

When she first met him, when he first approached her about that JLA idea, it was clear the man had been alone for a long time. That he wasn’t used to work as a team. Or rather, that he was used to people listening to him. To people doing what he said. That he was used to work alone, and to not rely on anyone else. To not trust anyone else. To not let anyone else into his heart.

That Batman was cold, sad, distant, and honestly kind of an ass.

Over those first few years though, Diana noticed a difference. He became a little more open. A little easier to deal with.

Years later, Diana would learn that you met him a little while after the league was created. That you met him at his worst, and somehow still decided to stick with him, and even marry him. That when you appeared in his life, it been a very long time since he last truly trusted someone (someone who wasn’t Alfred).

Of course, it took him time to open up a bit more. But she did notice a difference. In her opinion, there was definitely two different Batman.

The one before you, and the one after you.

Let’s not be too optimistic, she still thought that Bruce could be an ass, and he was often arrogant and inconsiderate. But she still saw a slight switch in him. An improvement.

Haha. Of course the source of his improvement was a woman. As a proud amazon, Diana wasn’t surprised.

What surprised her, however, was that her little proteges, Donna and Cassie...knew all about you.

How come did they never tell her anything ?

“Mrs. Wayne asked us not to.”

Was their answer. And when Diana met you, she understood. Yes. Yes there was something about you. Something that made her believe that you were the one who helped Bruce get away from his dark path, and onto a brighter future. Something that made her trust, that you took good care of Donna and Cassie. Something that made her like you instantly.

What was it ?

She wasn’t sure. Maybe it was how you so easily got along with her proteges ? How they seemed to fully trust you ? Maybe it was something in your voice, that she found soothing. Maybe it was the fact that you managed to tame the bat ?

Diana would never quite know for sure. But she always suspected the fact that both Wonder Girls seemed to adore you played a part in how fast you two became friends.

She was the only one who was not bothered in the least to meet you after the kids did. On the contrary, it felt right, to meet you and befriend you AFTER those two accepted you. Yes. Yes.

It felt right.

FLASH

What the fuck. What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK ?!

Those words kept repeating in Barry’s head as he saw his “little” nephew, Wally, run around Batman’s kitchen as if he owned the place.

Indeed, Wally just casually trudged to the fridge, got a soda out of it, and then took a piece of the cake that was on the table, without even asking. He got a plate from a cabinet...He knew were the plates were !

And no one batted an eye ! Not even scary old Batman, who certainly couldn’t approve of such behavior, right ?!

What the hell was going ooooon ??

“Hey Mrs. Wayne !”

Wally exclaimed happily when he saw you. And then he-

He-

He hugged you ????

WHAAAAAT ?!

“Hi there Wally, it’s been a while. You’ve been behaving, I hope.”

“Always, you know me Mrs W.”

You knew him ?? Yeah ok. That was it. Barry was completely lost.

Only a few weeks earlier, did he learn that Batman’s true identity was Bruce Wayne. Of course, he knew the man. Everyone in the USA knew him. And his wife and kids. So when he was invited to Wayne Manor, he knew what to expect.

He knew you’d be there, as well as the kids he already knew (although masked). He never met you before, but he knew about you. And recognized you.

He thought he’d make his favorite nephew happy by bringing him with him. He thought he had such a scoop, that Wally wouldn’t believe his eyes when he’d realize who Bruce Wayne really was.

And here they were.

Barry, completely lost, and Wally, apparently knowing you and all ??

Ah. Ah, now it made more sense.

This is why Batman almost cracked a smile when he asked him if he could bring his nephew, because Wally was good friends with Robin number 1 and 2 (Barry couldn’t believe they all grew up so fast, he refused to call Dick “Nightwing”, or Jason “Red Hood”, and kept acting as if they were still 13).

He thought he was going to make “Kid Flash” happy. He thought he would blow his mind.

AH ! And here they were. Barry was faced with all of you, and you clearly found the situation funny as you all smiled. Even Bruce, wasn’t far from a smile, and had a crooked smirk on his face, clearly amused (it was a little sadistic of him, really).

It didn’t take long to Barry to make 2 and 2 together. He realized that, quite a long time ago now, the kids told each other’s secrets identity. That they trusted each other, and bonded faster than their adult “counterpart”.

A surprising thing that Barry realized too, and that he kept somewhere in his mind just in case he needed some leverage : Batman couldn’t say “no” to his kids. That’s how the entire superkids army ended up at Wayne Manor before the “adults”. Because Dick asked if his friends could come over, and Bruce didn’t have the heart to say “no”.

That’s how all of them knew you. That’s how- aaah.

Wally looked at his uncle, and smiled widely, saying :

“Haha. For once, I was faster than you !”

MARTIAN MANHUNTER

M’gann has never been good at hiding things from her uncle.

It’s not that he would willingly read her mind, it’s just that sometimes, her thoughts just...spilled out of her. She couldn’t help it. When there was something preoccupying her, she thought about it so much that J’onn would just always know about it.

That’s one of the reasons her friends never really told her secrets they wanted to keep from the adults, when they knew J’onn would be around.

Yes. M’gann's “poker brain” was horrible. And yet-

Yet she managed to keep for herself the fact that she was invited to multiple sleepover at Wayne Manor, and that her friends Tim and Dick, who happened the be Robins at one point, were Bruce Wayne’s sons (THE Batman).

It hadn’t always been easy, but she made it. And one of the reason, was because she really, really, REALLY liked Batman’s wife.

You.

You were so nice, and motherly. You treated all of those kids as if they were yours, when they came to visit.

If you knew M’gann was going to come around, there would be freshly baked cupcakes in the kitchen. Her favorites, of course.

M’gann felt a deep need to protect you.

All of the kids, felt that. Actually, unbeknownst to you and every other adults, the children made a pact when they all first met you : They were to make sure no harm would happen to you.

Their reasoning was : first, you were the mom of some of their best friends, so, duh. But second, without you, clearly, Batman would crumble. And Batman was one of the backbone of the JLA. If he fell, they could all fall. Yes, a secret pact was made. “Protect Mrs. Wayne.”

Plus, you always welcomed them into your home with opened arms, you were warm and nice, and your cupcakes were the best. All the more reasons, right ?

J’onn knew you held a special place in those children’s heart, when he first met you, realized that M’gann knew you all this time, and yet she never once let shown. She never once let her thoughts about you show, while she’s never been good at hiding things.

Martian Manhunter knew, that you were special, thank to those kids. Thanks to them knowing you before he, or any JLA members, did.

Besides, you had to be special to bear to live with someone like Batman, right ?

AQUAMAN

“Hey Kaldy !”

You say happily, seeing the young man coming up the stairs of your home.

“Hello, Mrs. Wayne. How goes it ?”

“Pretty well, and yourself, young man ?”

“Good, as well.”

There’s a short silence. During which Arthur Curry, aka Aquaman, king of Atlantis, looks at his protege, and then at the woman next to Bruce (whom he knew now was Batman), and then back at his protege, and then-

“...Kaldy ??”

He exclaims suddenly, in utter disbelief. How ? How could Kaldur know who you were when he himself didn’t even know you existed just a few weeks earlier ? How, and why ??

And did you call him Kaldy ? Kaldur disliked nicknames, how come you were allowed to call him Kaldy ??

You saw the confusion on Arthur’s face, but you misunderstood it. You thought he was surprised to hear you call him a nickname (because you knew the boy and his distastes for such thing well), but it wasn’t just because of this. Aquaman was especially surprised that his loyal subject and protege knew Batman’s wife, while he didn’t !! You said :

“Oh yes, Kaldy, because Kal was taken. It’s Clark’s birth name, and honestly it gets too confusing when two people are called the same. Although it was funny to just say “Kal”, watch both of them turn around, and wonder to whom I was talking haha...MMmmm. I guess I have a bad sense of humor.”

You laugh to yourself, and he cannot believe that your his wife. Yes he sees how softly Bruce looks at you (even if once he noticed Arthur was looking at him himself, he started to were a stoic expression, schooling his face properly once again).

He cannot believe Kaldur knows you, when he didn’t even know you existed, yet clearly the boy is well familiarized with you.

“You- You came here before, Kaldur’ahm ?”

Aqualad is clearly a bit embarrassed, as he says :

“I am sorry, my king. But I promised Mrs. Wayne I wouldn’t say anything, she said if I did, Batman would get...cranky.”

Bruce turns his head towards you, his eyes narrowing as if to say : “I can’t believe you said that”, your smile which meant : “please, you know it’s true” only made him narrow his eyes further...

And on that note-

Arthur starts to burst out laughing.

The situation was so absurd. What. He didn’t know his friend of many years was married, but Kaldur did ? And the reason why the boy never mentioned her was because Batman would “get cranky” ??

Hilarious. Absolutely hilarious.

Soon, you all laughed together, and the rest was history.

Yes, Kaldur had been coming to Wayne Manor for a long time now, and so what ? He was close friends with Batman’s kids. That was enough of an explanation.

After all, it was the “adults” fault that they didn’t trust each other as fast as the kids did, right ?

GREEN ARROW (with guest appearance from Black Canary)

Roy had been a long time friend of Jason. And you held the boy dearly inside your heart, because you knew he helped your son tremendously.

Both Roy and Jay knew the pain of feeling abandoned, and left for dead.

It was only natural, for Roy to be an “extended member of the family”. He was genuinely like a nephew, to you. You were never surprised to see him in your kitchen, unannounced, devouring a cake or something.

“Sup Mrs. Wayne”, he’d say, giving you a high five, your son Jason never being too far.

Roy was always welcomed. In fact, he was much more welcomed than Oliver will ever be. One thing your husband LOVED doing : annoy the crap out of other billionaires. Especially when they were arrogant like Oliver Queen (the irony of that statement never fully reaching your husband’s brain...)

Too bad for Green arrow, eh ?

It was one of Bruce’s favorite past time, oops. And so when Oliver first came to Wayne Manor, accompanied by Dinah, and he realized that Roy was there while the boy was currently filtering his calls...the archer was shook.

No but for real. Here was Roy, sitting at the kitchen table, eating a home cooked meal, relaxed in his chair, clearly alive and well...all the while Oliver had been worried sick ! He would never admit it of course, but he was !

But clearly, “Speedy” (now Arsenal) was all good.

You had invited Green Arrow for dinner (Bruce didn’t want to invite him, mainly just to piss him off because he had invited everyone else already), and oh, Roy and your husband had way too much fun taunting him.

And what the hell, although Roy had eaten two full plates already, he asked for a third one when he saw that Oliver was going to ask if there was any food left. You served the boy, of course, and Bruce insisted for him to finish the dish (just so Oliver couldn’t have more).

You dotted over Roy so much, that Oliver felt almost hurt. Beyond the fact Bruce and the boy obviously were trying to annoy him, Oliver realized how many years he lost. How far from Roy he was, now.

Seeing how close you all were, He realized...

This needed to change. And it would.

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“I trained a lot here.” Artemis said matter of factly, when Oliver asked her how come she knew about Wayne Manor before he did.

“...I beg you pardon ?” He said, a little offended. Why wouldn’t she train at his place ??

“They have an insane gym, and in the cave they have one of them “danger room”. Like in the X-Men. So we often met here to train together. Sometimes because it’s honestly closer to come to Gotham than the YJ headquarter’s. But mainly because Dick is a BIG Mama’s boy.”

Artemis snickered, looking at your oldest son. And, it was true. The reason the Young Justice sometimes came to train in the Batcave rather than at their headquarters, was because Dick was easily homesick (those short years during which he didn’t talk to Bruce anymore, and was away with the Titans, were tough for him).

And so what ? He lost his family once, could anyone blame him that he was so traumatized he easily missed his mom ? Nope. No one.

Doesn’t mean they never teased him though.

“As my little brother Damian would say : it’s hardly something I’m ashamed of, good ol’ Artemis.”

They laugh together, and you shake your head. You turn to Oliver to tell him that-

Wait, was he pouting ? Oh. Oh he definitely was ! And why, exactly ?

Because Artemis, whom he took care of, whom he took under his wing...KNew you before he did, and liked Bruce’s gym better than his.

Fair enough.

DICK

It was Dick, who first convinced his dad to let his friends come over.

“Absolutely not” he said, at first. But then Dick did his infamous puppy eyes. The little fucker always managed to get some unshed tears in them, always managed to look utterly sad even when it wasn’t really the case.

Your little buddy even went as far as saying : “I just- I just wanted to feel normal” in a broken voice, lowering his head as he left the room (pure acting, of course).

Bruce stood no chance. Alfred and you gave him that look that meant : “Don’t be so heartless !”, and Dick pulled at his heartstring by acting as if he was truly hurt by his refusal.

No chance at all, all Batman that he was.

He couldn’t resist his son already, so when even his wife was pleading with him...”Fine. But we need to set up some rules !”

1. None of them could say who he really was to anyone. 2. No Sleepover Fine, no sleepover exceeding 3 nights ! 3. The Batcave is strictly forbidden (added later : except for training sessions) 4. No mess. 5. Keep. The. Whole. Thing. SECRET.

And that’s how your house welcomed a bunch of little superkids (and how lots of shenanigans ensued...but that, is another story).

JASON

Bruce never regretted saying “yes” to Dick all those years before, about bringing friends over.

Not only did it also made Jason feel like a normal kid inviting his buddies at his place, but after his death and resurrection...his friends truly saved him.

It’s them, who managed to convince him to speak to his parents again. Who brought him home again. Yes. Yes this was something Bruce knew he would never regret.

Saying “yes” to his son’s request, all those years ago, and welcoming into his private home a bunch of kids with famous parents/guardians/mentors, had been one of his best idea. Because there was no doubt in his mind, that the fact those children knew you and him since so long, saved his son.

TIM

Tim, at first, had difficulty to connect with others.

It’s thanks to being part of a team, and them being allowed in his home, that he developed his social skills more.

After all, the boy had been left alone for so long. Had the attention of no one for so long. Of course, it took him a bit of time to get acclimated to having a real family, and even friends !

Tim organized the best movie marathons, and once a month, your living room would be invaded by a bunch of teens who would steal every single snack in your house.

Ah, but it was worst it. It was worst it, if only to see your son so happy, and not alone anymore.

DUKE

Duke was never part of any Young Justice or Teen Titans team...It was before his time. All those “kids” and “teens” were adults now, for the most part. Or his age, but already playing in the big league.

Sometimes, he felt inadequate. And behind. But then you’d reassure him. Of course he couldn’t quite be on the same level they were yet, he just started his “career” as a vigilante !

You encouraged him to mingle with his siblings’ friends, and he did. Duke was a pretty social lad. It didn’t take him much time, to bond with everyone. Especially since they had one subject they were sure to agree on : how great you were.

Ah yes. Of course. You were often the subject of many conversation, because honestly, how many people would let that many lost kids in their home like that ?

CASS

Cass, just like Duke, had never been in a team.

Which made her feel left out, at first...

But oh, this was without counting on her brothers. Those boys would NEVER make their sister feel alone. Feel like she wasn’t a part of their lives, in every way.

Dick introduced his friends to her very quickly. Jason and Tim did too. And of course Damian.

They all bragged so much about her (especially Damian), they all put her on such a high pedestal, that it made all her insecurities and sadness about not fitting in go away.

So what if she wasn’t part of any team (yet) ? She was part of a family, and that was enough. Plus, even though all her brothers’ friends got along really well with you, she knew you’d always choose them over anyone else if you had to make a choice. And honestly for now, she’d settle with “just” a family.

It had already been so hard, to manage to open up and accept your love. She didn’t think she was quite ready for “friends” yet. But she will be. She knew she’d be, one day.

For now, family was enough.

DAMIAN

Your little one would never admit it, but he was sometimes so jealous.

Some of those Young Justice kids...Were not kids anymore. And had been coming around your house for nearly decades.

When the first Young Justice team was made, Dick was 13. Barely older than Damian was now. His friends met you before he did...

That’s what upset Damian, sometimes. Knowing that they grew up with you more than he did. Knowing that they knew you before everyone else, even before the JLA !!

It wasn’t fair. How come they got to spend so many years with you, so much time with you, when he didn’t ?

Yes. Damian was often jealous of how well the Young Justice, and Teen Titans kids knew you.

Clark and him actually bonded greatly over that, to your husband’s exasperation. You thought it was funny. And cute. And definitely reminded your husband that “jealousy was probably a hereditary trait”, which always vexed him.

Oh. And you made sure that your son knew you loved him so much, that there really were no reason to feel jealous..

EVERYONE

Little by little, everyone came to Wayne Manor at one point.

They all slowly met Batman’s family. Secret identities didn’t exist for them anymore. Annual barbecue was a thing (which mainly happened at Wayne Manor, because Bruce was the only one who had a backyard big enough, and remote enough, to invite all the most powerful superhero on the planet, without anyone even noticing).

They realized Bruce was just a man (and not a vampire, thank you very much mister Jordan).

A family man.

A few years back, it would’ve never crossed any of their mind to think that. What ? Batman ? With a family ? Right...

And yet. Yet it was the truth.

Yes. They slowly got accustomed to that fact. But there was one thing they’d never get used to : it was how their kids, their wards, nephews or nieces, their sidekicks, the children they decided to mentor...Knew all along.

Long before they did.

It was quite an adjustment, to realize Batman had a wife, and to see their kids know everything about her already.

You admit that, if the roles were reversed, you’d probably be very surprised. Especially since you knew all about them, thanks to their children.

But in a way, it made sense, didn’t it ? It made sense, that those kids knew you before the adults did. That they hung out at Wayne Manor a lot, given the fact it was the biggest house at disposal, and they were great friends with your children.

Yes. It just made sense, that you got to meet the kid first. Because of your own kids. Of course.

And it made you so happy, to see all of them grow to be such fine and decent people.

When you thought about that time, all those years ago, when they first started to know you, you often felt a bit nostalgic.

Ah, but years passed, but the friendships and love you all shared never faded.

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Hahahaha so here we are, in an “AU” in which the superkids met Batmom before anyone else :). I hope you enjoyed this story. Trying really hard not to be too self-deprecating right now so not adding more haha. As per usual, comments and reblog are highly appreciated and encouraging/motivating :) ! Thank you for reading !

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I was bored in class so I made this

“Richard John Grayson !!” He was in deep shit. He was done, toast, give Jason all of his toys at the funeral. Sneaking out and getting caught and on top of all that a D in his english class. He would never marry a pretty girl(or maybe a boy, the jury is still out on that), he’d never see his brother get married or see him grow up. This was the end. Dick was running like his life depended on it( it kind of did) but the stomps his mother made as she chased him were getting closer and louder. He gulped sweat falling off his face, he may be trained by Batman but his mother was a much dangerous woman..Batman’s wife. Also known as the only woman who can force Batman to take time off and force him into bed rest when he was sick last week.

-Louie

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December 3rd

“Batboys X batmom

Hot Chocolate was the one thing all of the boys could agree on... as long as you were the one who was making it.

it was how you bonded with all of your children when Bruce first brought them home. you still remember all of the interactions:

DICK

he was just nine when he was brought to the manor, he had just lost his parents, just brought into a new life that he was going to take a while to adjust.

But you being there with a warm cup of hot coco at 3 am when he had nightmares made it easier.

the first week he had been with Bruce and you he had issues adjusting, he was having nightmares nightly and it broke your heart to hear it.

so on his eighth night in the house you heard his screaming and you bolted out of bed. you gently opened his door and turned on his lamp, he was shaking and frighted and you slowly moved towards him.

“if you don’t want to talk about it... would you maybe want some late night/ early morning hot chocolate?”

He just nodded and seemed unable to speak, but he followed you and watched you make the hot chocolate.

it made him feel cared for and it felt nice. you didn't know it but your nightly routine would be changed forever. but hot coco at 3 am was the perfect bonding for the two of you. no words needed, just two people enjoying hot coco.

JASON

Jason had a rough childhood, parents who didn't seem to care what he did or who he was around or if he was even around at all. and when you had heard that you had been pissed off. how could someone not love this little boy!

but he didn't have 3 am nightmares like dick did or at least he wasn't so loud if he did. but he would stay awake late and just think about his parents and compare them to you and Bruce. you gave him love without him needing to beg for it. Bruce paid attention to him far more than his own father did. and Dick seemed excited about him being there.

but he was still waiting for you to decide to just send him back to the streets. that was his biggest fear that he wouldn’t be able to fit into your family and you would make him leave and he would be lost again.

on his eighth night dick knocked on his door “are you awake?” he whispered to the door. Jason almost wanted to say nothing but instead “ yeah why?”

“come to the kitchen there’s something i want to share with you!”

and he could hear dick walking down the stairs and Jason decided maybe this was Dicks’ way of telling him to get lost and that there was only enough room for one kid in this house.

but when he got down the stairs and into the kitchen he saw you and dick, dick was sitting at the counter and happily waved him to sit next to him. and he did slowly. as soon as he sat down two mugs were placed in front of the boys

“Do you want whipped cream or marshmallows?”

he was shocked not sure if this was a trick but next to him he could hear dick

“ can i have both?! Jason you have to try it. its soooo good. Oh and don’t tell Bruce or Alfred. this is our little thing. just the three of us.

you weren't kicking him out... you were inviting him into something and sharing apart of your family traditions with him. He felt so loved in that moment and eagerly nodded. and you gave him the most loving smile.

and even after his death the same thing still made him feel like he belonged was hot coco at “ridiculous hours of the night with his mom and siblings.”

TIM

Tim had parents, not great ones but he had them none the less. while you hated the way they treated him you still respected them being in the picture in general.

even though you had loss Jason and nothing could ever fill that void in your hear, it felt good to have two boys in the house again. and while Tim knew he had parents he still would hoped to be allowed to see you that way.

you treated him better than his mother ever had. with more love and care and even taking a few days to just understand what he was interested in. and Dick was friendly with what seemed like everyone, so he didn't think much of it.

but after Tims parents had passed, he was adopted into your family. and this time you were the one to invite him to have hot coco. it wasn't the first time you had asked him but he never said yes because he felt like it was invasive like it was something that he shouldn't be doing, but this time you didn't give him the choice.

so he joined and you all laughed and for a moment while drinking hot coco he could just live in the moment and enjoy the company and the hot coco.

but when Jason came back and seemed to hate him, Tim stopped showing up to hot coco time until you dragged him out of his room. and told Jason that Tim wasn't his “replacement” he was his new brother and he could be angry but not during hot coco time.

DAMIEN

He had come in with an attitude that he is better than anyone, which you did not appreciate so you didn't bother to give him the reactions he wanted. He was a child who was merely raised and told to think he was better than everyone else because he was blood, which in this house meant nothing.

but after being at your home for a few months damien had learned of the hot coco time in the kitchen. and as much as damien wanted to be apart of the family he didn’t know how to ask, nor did he feel he should have to as he is the blood son of batman.

but you could see past the facade that the kid was putting on, but you were waiting to see how the kid would change before inviting him to hot coco. the boys and Bruce and poor Alfred were having to deal with the kids attitude worse than you.

but you could see the kid who just wanted to be loved, much like Jason, Damien just didnt have that parental physical affection that a child deserves. but he would get to be better and you would be more than willing to be his mother when he was ready.

but that time didnt come for almost a year, and that was because Damien had come to you after a rough day at school and having to deal with comments about his appearance or the fact that he was a person of color in what seemed like a sea of white kids at the Gotham academy.

he had come to you upset and vented his feelings to you without insulting you or his brothers the entire time. it greatly impressed you. and he had asked “can i join you and the others for your nightly ritual of drinking whatever is in those mugs?” you smiled at the young boy

“of course you can, no one can be upset when drinking hot chocolate. especially not my family recipe.”

and Damien smiled. he would have a fun time with you and the other boys.

they seemed shocked to see him there but quickly got over it and invited him over to sit with them and talk while you made hot coco. it was one of the biggest bonding moment for you and your boys.

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bruce knew about the hot coco gatherings in the kitchen during most nights. he knew because you and him used to do them before you adopted Dick, but now it was more you and your boys tradition. Bruce still shared hot coco with you. but he also got to share a room with you. he knew it was magic in a cup.

but he saw how it helped all of his sons begin to relax more. they were all mama’s boys and your hot coco was how all the kids began to open up and trust more.

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the boys all knew when they had a rough day or were having problems with eachother they would put it aside for a few hours every night, to sip hot coco with their mom and just be able to relax and enjoy the holidays and the year.

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