#batfamily angst

[xoxo-mylove]

Missing Something You've Never Had

(Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader, Batmom!Reader x Batboys)

*NOT EDITED*

Word count: 5,162

Synopsis: You walk in to your home to find your family looking a t you like a stranger. Your family’s counterparts discover the life they could have had and you severely miss your version of the batboys.

Warnings: Angst, LOTS and lots of angst, self-hate, Bruce Wayne’s destructive thoughts, parental issues, mommy issues and hell daddy issues too, very sad in general, I’m sorry in advance, fluff toward the end

(*A/N: I lied in my last post lol I definitely was not writing but I finished this very sad batmom one-shot that I hope will make up for it before going into this new year! I won’t guarantee another one-shot soon but I will promise you it will be an Al Ghul!Reader! So be on the lookout!! Anyway, keep in mind this Bruce is very much canon Bruce Wayne who is allergic to affection. I hope you enjoy lovelies)

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Coming back from work and seeing your family look at you like you were an alien was definitely...shocking. And yet right there they were. 

After not seeing your family in the kitchen once you arrived home. you immediately went down to the Batcave.

Walking down the steps and approaching your husband with a smile you didn’t even hear Barry’s shout  ‘Wait Y/N!’ before you embraced your love and felt him stiffen under your touch.

It seems that your action ensued silence over the room and you slowly let Bruce go and looked around the room to see your boys looking at you with obvious shock underneath their cowls and masks.

 Damian looks at you with an expression you haven’t been faced with since when he first arrived at the manor. Your baby boy looking at you with suspicion and contempt was staggering. This was the first crack that formed in your heart.

Then there was Tim. Your Tim, looking at you with a guarded appearance and eyes screaming caution. Like you weren’t supposed to be there. Your boy who would immediately come to you after his night out and seek a hug. Now it was like he was looking through you, creating yet another crack in your heart.

Next was Jason whose face added to your heartbreak when he merely glanced at you. Not even sparing you an extra look as if you weren’t someone on his radar. Your Jay-bird looking at you with such indifference and lack of love.

And your first son. Your oldest looking at you with no love but concern. Not concerned for you but for his brothers. As if your mere presence was disrupting something. As if there is no reason you should be there.

No reason.

You glance back at Bruce to see him looking at you with that stare. The guarded batman stare. Now you feel dizzy. Quickly glancing towards Barry not wanting to see your Bruce looking at you like that, you face Barry with widened eyes and a flushed face. 

Barry looking at you with genuine sympathy says the words that confirmed all your worst fears. “This isn't your family Y/N. They’re from a different universe” 

God, you're going to be sick.

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After seeing your shocked face and the uncomfortable, suffocating silence in the room Barry took you back inside the manor to explain to you and Alfred what happened. Leaving your fa- leaving them in the cave.

Apparently, Barry had a run-in with reverse Flash and somehow your family was sucked into a wormhole transporting them into another universe while taking a version of your family in that universe here. in your universe..... It was all very confusing and devastating to hear and you shed a few tears.

You had to have asked Barry a dozen questions about this other universe about where they could be, how this happened, and most importantly, how you were going to get them back. Barry told you that he and the league are figuring it out and will find them and you believe him.

So here you are sitting at dinner with a different version of your family in silence. It actually makes you want to cry.

Right now the boys would be telling you and Bruce about their day and catching you both up on their lives. Instead, they’re looking down at their plates while awkwardly glancing at you and hurriedly glancing away once you make eye contact with them. 

It’s horrible.

And don't even get started on Bruce, that man has made a point to not even glance at you the entire duration of dinner. Just sitting there with a blank face and clearing his throat every few minutes.

It’s horrible.

Having enough of the silence (felt like knives in your back not being able to talk to your family) you clear your throat and immediately all their eyes shoot towards you.

Flushing from the attention your smile hesitantly chooses to try and talk to them instead of silence. They are still your family. They’re still your boys and husband. You’re just not their person right now. And until you can see your family again (you will see them again) you still care for these people and will do anything to make sure they are comfortable in their home.

“I- I know this is- well this situation we are in is very.... umm well it’s very”

“Weird” Dick blurts out before he can stop himself, earning a look from Bruce whose attention has been solely on you since you opened your mouth.

“Yes, Hon- I mean yes, Dick It’s very weird. But this is--- no matter what universe you all are from it’s still your home. And I don’t want you guys to be uncomfortable in your own home so if you have any questions just.... well just ask.”

the silence stretches out between you all before you hear a voice from your left.

“What exactly are you to us- I mean what are you to them?” Tim asks.

The question itself was easy to answer before but now in front of the boys who you know have got through horrible and traumatic things just the same as yours. You don’t know how they will react especially Bruce, Mr. Idontdesrvelove. (Though he’s gotten so much better with you and the kids)

“Well, I'm your guy’s mom.”

Silence. Deafening silence and then Alfred thankfully arrives, saving you from the conversation you know you’ll have to have at some point. But not today. Not when it’s so fresh. 

“Miss Y/N, you do have an early day tomorrow so I think it’s all time we retire to bed. I'm sure you all are especially tired from your night.” Alfred says with a sympathetic tone you are so grateful for.

“Of course” You stand up from your chair drawing attention to you once again.

You face your......you face the boys and smile softly and bid them goodnight. Hoping that when you wake up that this is all a bad dream and Bruce will be snoring in the bed and you hear your kid's voices outside the door.

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Bruce’s POV

This is all very uncomfortable. Bruce has a wife whom he’s never met in his life and who is the mother to his children.

Bruce watches you walk up the stairs to a bed that they share or he shares with you. The other him.

Ever since you hugged him in the Batcave and looked at him with eyes so tender and full of love Bruce couldn't help but feel a small amount of jealousy of....the other him. He has it all. He has children and a wife. Who loves him. He must not be as fucked up as he is. Your Bruce probably still has his parents or didn't witness their murder and has healthy coping issues. Yeah, he's envious of this other him.

Bruce looks to his kids to see them also confused staring at you. Is this what your kids have as a mother? Someone to go to for that soft and soothing guidance. How he remembers his mother was to him. He’s not just envious of the other Bruce but envious for his children. His rampant thoughts are stopped when Alfred- your Alfred speaks again. 

“master...Master Bruce, I've set you up in the spare room by master Jason’s. It is ready for you to retire in whenever you see fit. Boys your rooms are... well they  are ready for you but if this manor is different ill be happy to show you the way.”

“Don't worry Alfred this manor is the same as ours” Jason speaks up for the first time since arriving.

“Very well boys if you need me I'll be in the kitchen preparing tea for Miss Y/N” Alfred takes his leave and the boys instantly start up their conversations.

“This is freaky..” Tim says while glancing at his Bruce and brothers.

“Yeah. We have a...mother in this universe” Dick hesitantly says, like saying the word ‘mother’ is all but confusing to him.

“yeah, I probably don’t get snuffed by Joker in this one” Jason offers sarcastically. Bruce closes his eyes at this and leans back in his chair. He saw Jason’s Robin costume. Identical to the one in their Batcave. Maybe this universe isn’t as good as he thought if your Bruce still couldn’t save Jason from his fate.

Damian ever the blunt kid speaks Bruce's thoughts, “Tch, I don't think so Todd. I saw your infamous Robin costume. Identical to the one in our universe” He says snidely. 

“Yeah, me too evil spawn. It’s called a joke.” Jason responds while rolling his eyes.

“Boys. Enough” Bruce says with a firm tone that stops all conversation.

“Let’s go to the sitting room we have a lot to discuss.” Bruce stands up and leaves the kitchen hearing the sound of footsteps and disgruntled murmurs trailing after him.

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Bruces POV

The boys and he have been talking about how to get back to their universe for a while. Bruce has made it a point to not bring up you in the conversation. Silence just ensues and awkward answers when you are brought up.

Talking with Dick about using the Batcave to contact this universes League and help get home he sees Damian get up off the chair and stride to a cabinet filled with...CDs? Damian grabs four of them and hesitantly grabs another looking at it for a second before putting it underneath the other four and walking back to the couch.

“I found CDs that have our names on them.” He announces effectively stopping all conversation and capturing all of our attention.

The silence stretches out before Dick speaks up, “Should we watch them.” When everyone is still silent he hurriedly explains himself “Well, I just mean are you curious about how the other versions of us live. Especially with Y/N”

It's silent again until suddenly Jason stands up ripping the CDs from Damian's hands (making him scramble up to get them back before Dick scolds him) and puts one in effectively shutting everyone up and their attention is drawn to the TV.

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Dick’s POV

This whole day has been extremely weird and uncomfortable. Especially uncomfortable to know that another version of him has another mom. And yet as he watches the home video play out the feeling of uncomfortableness leaves and jealousy replaces it.

He watches Bruce and you record yourself making him his birthday breakfast. Something that sounds so simple and normal it makes Dick’s heart break a little.

“BRUCE STAWP!” You squeal dodging the whipped cream he tries to get on your face. “What? You can do it to me but I can’t do it to you?” your Bruce asks with a smile and whip cream plopped on his nose. “Yes, it is fair because I am the one making our son's birthday breakfast,” You say looking into the camera with a big beautiful smile. The boys and Bruce see your Bruce pick up the camera and record you putting the finishing touches on your Dick’s pancakes. “It’s six a.m love, the kid is still drooling right now” They hear Bruce say behind the camera.“Still Bruce, we need to sing happy birthday first thing in the morning!” your say with a childish whine. While balancing the tray of breakfast food and smiley pancakes in a tray.

Dick feels his throat close up and the need to run away while watching the video. This love that he sees you have for your Dick and the care your Bruce is showing is something he has never experienced since living with Bruce and yet misses. Can you miss something you’ve never had? Because this is definitely how he feels. Dick remembers the touch and love of a mother and watching this just reminds him of the feeling.

The boys watch as Bruce records you opening the door to your Dick’s room and see little dick sleeping with drool on his pillow.“God, he’s going to be embarrassed when he’s older and watches this video” they hear Bruce say with a quiet laugh. You turn and give him a fake stern look and crouch down by Dick’s bed and softly shake him awake. Your Dick slowly opens his eyes and focuses on you. His face instantly lit up and a smile breaks out on his face. “Mom!” he yells out happily pulling the covers back while you set the tray on his lap. Giving him a kiss on the cheek good morning. They hear Bruce laugh and tell Dick happy birthday while giving him an affectionate head shake. The boys and Bruce watch Dick and the two of you sing ‘Happy Birthday’, eat pancakes together, laugh and smile, and basically be a family. The video ends with Dick taking the camera from Bruce and whispering into the lens saying, “This is the best Birthday ever!” with a cheesy smile on his face.

Dick is uncharacteristically silent while everybody looks at him. He finally stands up and takes his CD out putting someone else’s in drawing their attention back to the TV. 

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Damian’s POV

This whole thing is ridiculous. Everyone is getting all sappy over a single woman who none of them know. Damian sees this as stupid and it quite frankly makes him angry. He already has a mother. he doesn't need to listen and watch himself with a strange woman. 

And yet just like Dick, the anger turns to sadness and he also becomes jealous. Watching another version of himself receive the love and attention that Damian has only seen in movies and read in books. And yet as he watches him and his siblings fight to open presents he is reminded that he is just a kid.

Who just wants a family.

“Everyone! Everyone!” Video you calls out to your children currently fighting for presents. “Because this is Damian’s first Christmas with us he will be opening the first gift,” you say in a tone that makes all your children concede and watch Damian open one of his gifts. As you hand your Damian a gift wrapped in Christmas Robin wrapping and a black bow he immediately dives in and opens it to find a collar. Confused he looks at you and at his father to see you both smiling at him, chuckling. Your Damian watches you leave the room and come back in with a black kitten with white paws in your arms. Damian lets out a loud gasp and runs to you taking the cat in his arms. The camera zooms in on his blinding smile and his small whisper of “Thank you Ummi” to you. The boys and Damian watch as you give him a big kiss on his forehead and Bruce giving him a big hug.

The silence stretches out between the group because everyone knows that in their universe Damian doesn't receive Alfred the cat in such a memorable and sweet way.

Damian especially is just staring at the screen yearning for that motherly love. And a bad thought crosses his mind of what if they just stayed here. Damn the consequences. He wishes for this mom.

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Tim’s POV

Tim’s always been curious and once he saw you giving an affectionate hug to Bruce and the pain that went across your face when his brothers and he looked at you with indifference.

 Watching his brother's faces while they watched their home videos he was a little scared of his.

 His mother has always been distant and he’s never really experienced motherly love but watching you in the home videos, he’s scared to see you with him and be consumed with jealousy like his brothers. Scared to watch you love a version of himself and not experience that love. 

And yet he watches his video and is filled with that feeling anyway.

“Hellooo whoever is watching this home video!” you say with a smile. “It’s probably us sweetheart,” Bruce says popping into the frame. You hurriedly move the camera away from him and talk to the camera. “Ignore him. But today we are at Tim’s school watching him graduate!” you say with a happy squeal and turn the camera to zoom in on Tims's figure clad in his cap and gown, oblivious to your recording him. “Tim is graduating with high honors and receiving multiple awards tonight” the boys and Bruce listen to your Bruce say in an obviously proud tone. The boys watch as multiple names are called and you both politely clapping for every student. And once you hear Tim’s name you both go ballistic. While as ballistic as your Bruce could go by whistling and clapping louder than ever with a proud grin. But for you, you're screaming at the top of your lungs, on the verge of sobbing, shouting “My baby boy!” earning looks from bystanders and laughs from your husband. The video ends with your Bruce recording you giving your Tim the biggest hug and kiss on the cheek while he smiles a bashful smile and celebrates with you and his dad.

Tim’s thoughts run rampant so much that he needs to lie down. He’s never felt this bitter and angry. His Bruce didn't come to his graduation and he’s watching everything he’s ever wanted happen on screen.

 It's not right and it's not fair. 

Why does your family get you and they don’t?

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Jason’s POV

He already knows what’s going to be on that CD. He knows how he’ll react and he knows that he mentally can’t do that right now. He can’t watch something that he died for (a mother's love) play out in front of him.

He won't do it. 

“I’m going to bed” Jason suddenly announces. It's suffocating in the living room and he can’t deal with looking at anybody’s face any longer.

He doesn't stick around for an answer he just goes up to his...other his’s room. He expects to see a room identical to his but once he opens the door he sees a completely different room.

This one looks lived in. Like someone uses it. In his universe, he rarely goes into his childhood room. Too many memories and too many feelings he rather not face. But this room. There are recent pictures of him. Multiple pictures of him and his... family all happy together.

He hurriedly looks away and strips himself of his extra gear and lies on his..or his bed in silence. He feels uncomfortable very weird.

He turns on his side prepared to close his eyes and hopefully not wake up for a long time when he sees it. On his bedside table is a framed photo of you and him. He’s in front of you smiling a cheesy bright smile (missing teeth prominent in the photo) dressed in a Peter Pan costume. Your arms are wrapped around his neck with a beautiful grin on your face dressed in a Tinker bell costume. 

It’s so stupid but it makes him smile like a fool because at least a version of himself finally received the love of a mother. 

Something he’s yearned for all his life before joker was to have a mother in his life and the thought that he gets that in a different universe is what makes it easy for him to close his eyes and sleep that night.

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Bruce’s POV

Jason just left and the suffocating silence returns. 

Bruce sees Dick slowly rise from the couch and tell everybody to go to bed and something about talking more in the morning. He hears his sons rise from the couch sleepily making their way into their rooms and feels Dick linger by the doorway.

“Bruce are....are you going to bed?” he hears the hesitance in his voice and he wonders if Dick was going to ask him a different question but stopped himself. 

Isn’t that the relationship they have? Unable to communicate and ask each other what's wrong.

It’s all his fault.

If he wasn’t so scared he could have found Y/N in his life and his family would have been different.

He would have been different.

he finally finds words to answer his son, “I think...I think I'm going to stay up a little while longer.” he says while turning his profile to him.

Bruce hears him whisper a soft “okay” and walks off into his room for the night. He waits until he hears the door close, to get up off the couch and grab the CD labeled ‘Wedding’.

The mere title makes his stomach drop but he’s always been one to emotionally scar himself. He sits back down to watch the video play out. He releases a strangled sigh when he sees himself in a suit and tie.

“What does the Groom to be have to say on this lovely day” a voice Bruce recognizes as Clark says. He sees himself looking at the camera dressed to impress with a small smile on his face rolling his eyes at his friend's tone. “I'm very happy today Clark” the lucky him responds. “Oh yeah! Why might that be you think?” Your Bruce sighs, “Because I'm getting married to the love of my life Clark.” Bruce hears your Clark release an annoying ‘awwww’ that makes your bruce roll his eyes and shoo him off. He watches the video for a while and he sees the whole league there. He sees his friends as Bruce Wayne and Batman all together for you and your Bruce. He watches your friends and your Bruces friends leave sweet heartfelt messages that you both probably watched later. Alfred's message is what makes his throat constrict. “I’ve known Master Bruce since he was a little boy and I can't tell you how happy it makes me to be able to see him finally share his life with the most graceful woman on this planet. Someone who continues to amaze me with her beautiful character and who I think of as a daughter. I am unbelievably happy that my boy has met you and is going to spend the rest of his life with you. I love you both very much.” With tears building in his eyes, he sees Clark open the door to see you in a white dress with a brilliant smile. When you open your mouth to speak is when the video starts to buffer and stop. 

Bruce sits up in his seat praying that the video starts to work again when it completely pauses on your face. 

The video stopped working. 

And maybe that is the breaking point but the tears fall and he drops his head into his hands. Shoulders shaking and gasping for breath he cries. He cries because of the life he could’ve lived. The person he could have lived it with.

He cries for the mother his kids could have had and the presence that could have helped them through their lives. His kids. His wonderful kids deserved that and he hates himself for not giving that to them.

He also hates himself for not letting himself have that.

He doesn't know how but he eventually gets up off the couch and walks to the extra room by Jason’s. He passes your room on the way and just stands in front of it. This is the room you share with him. The other him. 

He wonders what it feels like to sleep in another person's arms for years. He never knew he could want something like that. 

He doesn't sleep that night. Not even a little bit.

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Y/N’s POV

Waking up today felt like a dream for you. You closed your eyes relishing in the warmth you expected to be there only to feel cold.

Your eyes snap open. Oh yeah, he’s not here. 

They’re not here. And yet they are. They are all inside the manor in their rooms but they are not yours. They are not your boys or husband. They are versions of your kids and best friend.

But that doesn't mean you can be weird to them you scold yourself.

This is weird to them too. This woman they’ve never met in their lives claiming to be their mother and wife. You’d be freaked out too.

Right there in your bed, you swear to at least talk to your kids. Even though they are not your kids you could never not love any version of them. Getting ready for the day you walk downstairs to see them all inside the kitchen. 

Immediately all their eyes draw to you and you smile at them softly. “Good Morning,” you say to them all, failing to catch Bruce’s eyes. You hear soft greetings back while getting your coffee ready. 

“I’ve warmed up the car for you Miss Y/N” you hear Alfred say.

“Oh thank you! I'll be leaving in a few,” you reply back gratefully. You never wake up early enough to do it yourself. Bruce usually does it for you during the cold months.

“Where are you going?” you hear five different voices say all at once. You turn around to see them all looking expectantly at you. 

Shocked that they’ve said more than three words to you. It takes you a while to reply. 

“Oh, I um I'm going to work in early today, I'm an architect.” The silence and surprise in their eyes is kind of insulting. They must notice you take offense because Dick hurriedly tries to explain their shock.

“Not in an offensive way course. You seem very smart. It’s just being an architect in Gotham City. How do you find work?" he asks.

“Oh well, I usually deal with orphanages and hospitals in the city. And because it’s Gotham those are the most important buildings,” you say with a sad like chuckle.

“so you are not a vigilante?” Damian suddenly asks. The question receives looks from his brothers and father but a laugh just escapes you.

“Oh god no, the only vigilante work I do is cardio and that is enough in itself,” you say with a smart smile. They all give chuckles probably humoring you. Before you're hit with the reminder of leaving for your job 

“Shoot it’s seven! I- I gotta go but call if you need anything and.. and if you guys find anything out.” You look to see them all give you a nod and bid you goodbye before you are out the door.

Progress? hopefully.

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Bruce’s POV

It’s been hours since you left and now he and the kids are at league headquarters trying to get back home. And bring your family home. Even though they may not want to leave. As selfish as it is he wants to stay. Even though he knows he’s not yours he would love to feel an ounce of what it's like to be loved by you. 

But because he knows you are deserving of the love back he knows he has to get your Bruce back. 

Your Barry has been going on and on about the plan he has to travel through the speed force successfully bringing this universe’s bat family back and then taking Bruce’s back to their universe. Everyone crowds around to see him do it. With his boys at his side, he watches the blinding red light zoom back and forth before eventually disappearing.

His family, the league members, and himself wait silently staring out waiting for Barry to come back. To come back with their lucky counterparts.

Bruce holds his breath when he sees Barry coming back and releases it when he sees Barry....with your family. He sees the exact version of his family all release breaths of relief and immediately look for someone.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out who they are looking for.

Finally, it seems like they spot Bruce and his kids cause they all simultaneously tense up and guard their expressions. It’s staggering how alike they both look at that moment but they both know only one of them has you.

 That’s what makes them different.

They all silently watch your family embrace their friends in the league before they walk to Bruce and his children.

It’s that awkward silence again before your Bruce speaks to him.

“How is she?” Three simple words that will stick with Bruce forever.

“She’s okay. The last time we saw her she was just leaving for work.”

Your Bruce just gives him a nod and walks off. Telling his sons he’ll be waiting in the car. Bruce imagines he’s antsy to see you. He would want to speed home if he knew he had someone like you waiting for him.

He’s about to walk back to your Barry to finally go home when your Damian speaks up, “You imbeciles better not have caused any heartache to my mother. Or I will personally ask Allen to take me ba-”

“OKAY! That’s enough of you Damian. Go wait in the car with Dad.” Dick says with his hand pointed to the black car.

“But I wa-”

“Go.” This time it’s Jason and Tim telling him and Damian just rolls his eyes and walks to the car muttering insults under his breath.

Your boys turn back to face Him and his kids, and Dick tries to start up a conversation but it’s too awkward talking to another version of yourself so they bid Bruce and his family goodbye, and they watch them walk to their car. Back home to you.

And once they safely arrive back in their universe it’s weird because they know what they're missing. What they could have had.

You.

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Y/N’s POV

Walking into your home your not expecting to be bombarded with hugs.

Not. At. All. 

Still expecting for the other version of your family to be home or in the cave.

But you feel multiple familiar arms wrap around your waist and shoulders and you instantly know they’re home. 

You almost cry out of relief when they all scream ‘MOM!’ and squeeze you extra tight.

“AHHH my baby birds! I missed you!” You squeal out wrapping your arms (or trying to) all around your boys, kissing them all over their faces, and smothering them in your arms. You feel them loosen up and get a good look at all their faces and the tears start building in your eyes. Gods, you missed them so much. The horrible thought of never seeing them again had you going throughout your day feeling horrible.

You caress the cheeks and kiss all their forehead until they're begging you to stop. and trying to escape. You look down to see Damian still cuddled up to your side and almost melt, you kiss him on the head once more.

You hear all your kids talking at once trying to listen when you see him behind them. You smile with tears running down your cheeks and your kids part away from you and you run toward your husband, crying into his chest and hugging him with all your might. You feel your Bruce instantly wrap his arms tight around your waist and tuck his head into your neck. 

“I- I missed you... I missed you so much. So much” you say through tears.

“I know sweetheart. Me too. Me too.” You hear him whisper into your neck and pull his face back.

You look up to see him analyzing every aspect of your face, looking at you like you’re not real. 

You instantly wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him and it finally hits you that they are home. That he’s home.

And you can finally breathe again.

BROOO I definitely got carried away lol. AHHH BUT I LOVE IT SO WHO CARES! I've had this in my drafts for months and I'm so excited to finally be posting it. I hope you all ENJOYED! LOVE YOU LOTS! Feedback is always appreciated!! <333

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[tinkerbelle05]

How would Battinson react to his kids, his babies, dating, and growing up?

The first was Dick. He saw the growing embers of something more than friendship between him and Wally. The longing stares when one thought no one was looking, the longer than necessary touching, the blushes. It seemed like everyone could see but those two, and it was cute.

It stopped being cute when Dick entered his office one afternoon. Bruce hadn’t known what personal space was since Dick got comfortable with him. Dick would frequently invade it by jumping on Bruce’s back for an impromptu piggyback ride, though those were things of the past the older and bigger Dick got, or just giving him a bear hug.

But this was different. The way he actually walked rather than ran, the way his demeanor was more closed off and hesitant rather than open and relaxed like it usually was.

He walked to meet Dick halfway, abandoning his work. He gently held his shoulders.

“What’s wrong, Chum?”

Dick took a deep breath, in and out. “I have a boyfriend! It's Wally.” He blurted out and looked at Bruce.

Bruce saw fleeting hope of acceptance, of love in Dick’s eyes. But he also saw uncertainty of rejection in them too.

“That’s great, chum. Who confessed first?” Bruce was happy for Dick, he deserved happiness, especially in their line of work. But a small part of him felt bitter about it.

Not Wally himself, he knew the kid for years and he was a good one. But of what he represented, his birds were growing up and leaving the nest. Leaving him. Now, Bruce was happy to see his children growing into themselves. However, he feels like he isn’t needed anymore.

Why would they need a protector, who isn’t even that good at it anyway, when they showed again and again that they can provide for themselves?

The announcement reminded him of Jaime and Jason, he liked him and Damian certainly did, but his kids’ were leaving. Like, today Jason and Damian canceled dinner to be with Jamie and his family for dinner.

But this wasn’t about how Bruce feels. So even if it was bittersweet he listened to Dick rave about Wally.

Giving Bruce so much detail, he wasn't sure if this even was the same person, but he guessed being childhood best friends are different from being boyfriend.

“Alfred, have you seen Tim? He is not in the Cave or his room.” They were working on a hard and gruesome case, and just when Tim was healing from that nasty cut he got last night. Bruce knows how Tim gets when they have cases like these. He would work from day to night until he gets an answer, and that is if he doesn't fall asleep first. Even if he was recovering, and that missing spleen of his didn’t make things better.

It was one of the many things he neglected to teach Tim when he was first Robin, to have a good work-life balance, not that Bruce could talk but still, too filled with grief to see. But he is making a change, and that is starting with getting Tim to bed.

“No, I haven't, Master Bruce,” the butler answers, “but I’ll be on the lookout for him.”

Bruce gave a nod and continued to search the Manor looking for his son. He’d done this before, hiding from Bruce, because he knew what will happen. It’s childish and oftentimes annoying but a tiny part likes taking care of Tim. Tucking him into bed, kissing him on the forehead, and closing the door slowly.

Eventually, he does find Tim, he’s in Bruce’s room. His black hair, which was in that middle stage of looking long while short, looked like a bird’s nest and his eyes were dazed like he had taken a nap. His disheveled sheets and blankets were evidence of that.

“Good afternoon, Timmy.” Bruce greets him with a small smile.

Tim blinked at him like an owl and he came to his senses slowly. He looked like a misbehaving child who got caught red-handed with contraband cookies.

“Shit!”

“Language” Bruce corrected automatically. Raising kids for years will do that to you, especially Jason and Duke.

“Sh– shot! Sorry B I'll go.”

Bruce leaped forward to stop Tim’s frantic movements. “Tim, you don't have to leave or anything. I'm fine with you staying in my bed. I was just looking for you all over to take a break. But I see you’re already doing that..”

Red paints over Tim’s ears and neck and attempts to look away from them. “Well duh, I'm not a kid anymore B.”

His last all-nighter was 2 days ago. Duke found him in the dining chair.

Tim looks him straight in the eyes, “I heard you talking to Alfred. I was worrying you with my bad self-care habits and I decided to grow up. Besides, I can't live how I used to, especially without my spleen.”

Now it was Bruce’s turn to look surprised. He thought he would never see the day. But why are tears threatening to spill out then? Why was there a hole forming in his heart then? He should be happy, his children are growing into fine young men and women. So why....?

“Woah, woah, Bruce!” Tim’s alert voice yelled for him, breaking Bruce from his thoughts to see that tears were actually forming.

“Oh, don't mind me,” he shrugged Tim off and blinked the tears away. “I have some work that needs to get done, so you go rest up.” Bruce pushed Tim into the bed and tucked him into the covers, kissing him on the forehead, and closing the door slowly. A routine he’s done multiple times with multiple children, and his mind wonders when they’ll ask him to stop doing that.

He ignored Tim’s shouts to come back and closed the door. He walks aimlessly through the quiet and empty manor. It’s been ages since the building was filled with sound and laughter, now it sits in silence. So quiet Bruce can hear his footsteps echoing throughout the halls when 2 months ago he couldn’t even hear what Duke was saying while Tim and Damien engaged in their weekly arguments about everything and anything.

Oh, Duke. Gotham’s daytime vigilante, one of her many victims. He came to Bruce unsure in everything he was doing but nowadays he’s grown sure in his actions. On the last patrol, Tim had gotten hurt badly and the only way out was for Duke to drive. He didn't need Bruce or Babara to guide him.

His kids were growing up, and soon, they wouldn't need him anymore.

#soft bruce wayne #battinson #duke thomas #dick grayson #wally west #birdflash #tim drake #bruce wayne #insecure bruce wayne #jason todd #jamie reyes #damian wayne #batfamily angst #batfam #batdad

[confused-wanderer]

There’s just something so intimate and comforting about the issues each member of the batfamily has.

Bruce: Being hyper independent, having paranoia and fear that everyone will leave you so it’s better to stay away anyway. Bruce who has emotional baggage because of all the betrayal he’s gone through and how he can never ask for help even when he needs it. Who has to be logical and prepare for the worst case scenario because he feels safer with a back up plan and is scared of emotional intimacy because he thinks everyone will look at him, break down his walls and then leave when he grows fond and dependent on them. It’s better they fear him, so he doesn’t develop these feelings and get attached.

Dick: Never feeling good enough, always looked upto as the “Golden child” and afraid he might fall off. The guy everyone looks to in times of need so he has to push his own needs aside to help. The mother hen who tries to make sure people never have to go through what he did and are never alone. The one who always seems fine and always helps but barely anyone pays as much attention to how he’s doing so he fakes his way through discomfort, sadness and pain. The one who always has to keep it together for the family.

Jason: Abuse by parents, the trust issues and coping mechanisms has use anger to protect yourself because that’s all you’ve ever known to defend yourself, even when the others intentions are good. Feeling inferior and trying to live up to impossibly high standards, and the fear of failure when you cant. Misinterpreting situations and lashing out trying to block out the other person because that tiny voice telling you people don’t love you is screaming too loudly. Never feeling truly like he is safe and loved despite evidence to contrary and desperate to remember how to survive alone because inevitably he too believes you’d be left alone.

Tim: being underestimated and overlooked. Not too much attention was given and so love, care and going the extra mile are foreign concepts and unbelievable if someone does it for them. Not concerned or can’t bring themselves to care about the behaviour that would concern others but only focused on the next task. Pushing the boys and the mind to work under torturous conditions because you really can’t bring yourself to care about yourself. Assuming you’re an afterthought and people won’t really notice if you’re there or not, and that’s fine by you.. until the right people come in and force you to be okay because they care. The confusion when you realise people actually are pretty cool at times, even when you’ve lost all faith in them.

Damian: Learning from scratch. Trying a completely new thing with no idea how to proceed forwards. Doing what you’ve been taught all your life and getting so frustrated and angry on why things are changing. Being scared but not wanting to show weakness. Wanting to be taken seriously and feeling insecure but trying to work twice as hard not to show it.

Just… just issues that people can relate to, which makes them more comforting and familiar, like there’s someone else out there who’s going through the same things you are, and you can find companionship together. Because after all.. what is more human, then being broken?

#dick grayson #headcanons #batfamily headcanon #Bruce Wayne #batman #batman and robin #nightwing #red hood #Jason todd #Tim drake #red robin #Damian wayne #robin #food for thought #batfamily angst

[morgansunflower]

Can i request a fic where the reader is the female counterpart of any of the batboys (or maybe Batman's female counterpart) from another universe and ends up into the boys' universe and how they all interact with eachother . If you don't want to write it or don't feel comfortable you can just ignore this

Thank you for requesting this! I loved writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it!

Parallel universe femBatman! Reader X Clark Kent

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, grief and angst

Words:1397

Y/N Wayne's family and planet are tragically gone. She then finds a glimmer of hope...

Y/N pulled the handle of the jet back to brace for impact into the ocean. She pushed the button to release the door. Y/N swims above the water watching her jet, her home sink to the bottom of the ocean.

She had spent 2 years in the jet.. In space all alone... After her family was murdered and her planet was destroyed.. She survived.. Because it was her husband's dying wish for her.

Then she was sucked through a portal to another universe and once then her jet was destroyed crashing into the ocean.

Y/N sees a city a few yards away that looked strikingly similar to Gotham. She knew it couldn't be her own home as it was completely obliterated. Which could only mean she was in another dimension..

The city was like a mirror. It brought up many old wounds she had kept buried... It is then she kept lowly seeing a similar place where her parents were murdered. Where she met one of her son's. She sees a man who reflected her in many ways.

It was throughout that night she saw, them... They were joyful and just as she remembers. Y/N remained hidden watching them feeling that familiar deep sense of nurturing love. She feels her eyes shaking knowing that even though they looked like her children.. They weren't.

So to give herself purpose again. She would remain in the shadows and protect them if needed be. Though she didn't expect the one whom would actually need her.

She was crept lowly on the ceiling of a building on the outer side of the alleyway. It was a dull night until..

She sees Batman below with his back arched as he cried out. Fear toxin... She, watches him reaching for the couple with their son. They were frightened as they quickly fled. She knew what memory haunted him.

She leaps down quickly as the broken dark knight let's out a grievously cry taking his cowl off. She kneels down to him. He looks at the woman above seeing her..

"mother?" he muttered

Y/N was not surprised he thought she looked as his mother.. Because she did. She completely empathized with his pain. She understands the sudden nights that will hurt and keep oneself unable to sleep. She knew the grief that never seems to heal. That some days are harder than others.

Y/N helped Batman stand to his feet. She takes the heart wounded man to the Manor. She felt as though she needed to protect him. All he thought was that she was his mother. She carefully places him on the steps. She crept lowly behind the fountain watching to ensure that he had someone. Alfred opens the doors. He hurried to his son looking for the person who saved his boy.. But saw, no one.

Bruce sits on his chair in the Bat-cave. She was good at hiding, he had no evidence of who she is. He looked on the satellite camera recording. He sees her jet crashing into the ocean. He then paused the video. He zooms closer seeing it was precisely like his own. She even looked quite similar to him. He used facial recognition.. Nothing.

Y/N stood in the warehouse where she had been staying. She sensed his presence behind her..

"how'd you find me?" she casually asked

"seeing as your me in a certain way.. I knew where you would hide"

"you're smart" she compliments with a scoff as she knows she is capable of doing the same thing.

"hmm.. How long were you out there?"

"2 years... After.." she stammered looking away from his line of sight trying to keep from crying.

"I know" Bruce quickly said knowing she probably didn't wish to speak of her grief.

"how?" she asked..

"if I were you. I would have been doing anything I could to get back to my family.. If I had one"

"why did you come here?" she asked.

"the same reason you saved me"

Y/N sits in the passenger seat in the bat-mobile as, Batman drives to the Bat-cave. The two were quiet for a few moments.

"are you married?" she asked trying to break the silence..

"engaged" Bruce replied his heart smiling thinking of her.

"who, may I ask?"

"you may. Diana Prince.."

"Diana yes.. She was.. A dear friend of mine. Is there a uh.. Clark or a.. Superman" she denied herself to let her heart hope.

"there is Clark Kent.. He's a friend.. He was your husband?"

"he was" she answered with a shaken throat

Bruce wanted to tell her but it wasn't right as it would not be what Clark would want. As Bruce parked the bat-mobile the two jumped out in sync. Alfred stepped in with a, platter of tea.

"thank you Alfred" she gratefully said

"you're quite welcome Ms Y/N" he kindly said, she had to remind herself it wasn't really her father figure.

Days went by she was acquainted with the children and adult-children. It was strange for them, meeting someone so strikingly familiar to Bruce. She told Bruce she wasn't ready to tell them who she is. Y/N began to make herself useful by helping Bruce with cases. They seemed to work quite well with each other. The siblings all stood amongst each other.

"ok tell me I'm not the only one who sees it" Steph said watching Bruce and Y/N stare at the bat-computer

"what?" Jason casually asked

"hello Bruce has a twin sister!" Steph exclaimed in a, hushed tone....

"I mean c'mon they're not that..." Dick stammered as Y/N and Bruce drink their tea in the exact same manner ".. Similar.. OK I'm with Steph on this.. Ooh maybe she's his long lost sister!"

"I would not be opposed to having a aunt" Damian casually said..

"it is a little.. Weird" Jason admitted

"yeah" Duke agreed

"don't be ridiculous. Of course he does not have a sister.. We would've known if he did and with that we certainly would've known about another vigilante, that doned his symbol" Tim insisted, he then looked at them unable to deny how her demeanor was strikingly familiar to Bruce's.

"what are you thinking?" Barbara asked seeing his wheels turning

"I think she's from another.. Parallel universe" Tim said

"I am" she answered...

"you were listening?" Dick asked embarrassed to which Cassandra smacked his head in a 'of course' manner.

"I was.." she said

"what's the, other universe like. Ooh are we in it! If so am I--" Bruce cut Steph off

"Stephanie.." he scolded

Y/N out her hand up "it's OK B.. Yes you all were"

"were?" Dick asked, she allowed her silence to answer his question "that's.. That's horrible. I'm so sorry" he sincerely said.

"even so.. It's almost comforting to know there is a version of my family... That's alive.. That's OK"

And in a, strange way she was able to cope easier. Then he came. Clark was debriefing Bruce on his mission off planet. He had been to the Manor a, few times but she avoided him completely. What if he's already happy with someone? Not that she even wanted.. She did. She wanted to know if it was possible to be with someone again. To see his face made her heart smile.......

Little did she know that 4 year's ago he had lost his, wife Lois to cancer and he had two sweet little boys.

Finally she gained enough courage to acquaint herself. Or she was growing tired of Bruce and Diana, casually making comments about her finally saying something to him.

"oh hi. Bruce never told me he had a sister.. Or cousin" Clark nervously said taken aback by her beautiful presence. He felt as though his heart was beating again.

"she is not related to me" Bruce said in his normal dull tone

"*ahem*...Where are my manners I'm Clark Kent" Y/N had to make her heart turn to stone seeing him in her presence "and you are?"

"Y/N Wayne.. To put it simply I'm from another universe"

"ohhh so you're a nice version of Batman" Clark poked to his friend, Bruce grunts in return to his remark.

"it's uh nice to meet you" she softly said

"it's nice to meet you to" he said with the same smile she missed

#batfamily angst #Batman #Clark Kent X Reader #clark kent x wayne! reader #Angst #Bruce and Y/N have a platonic relationship #Widow #Grief #Parallel universe #fluff #Widower #Lois died from cancer #Batfamily #Coping #Sympathy #bruce wayne x sister! reader

[dizaryswrites]

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Talia al Ghul Additional Tags: Whumptober 2023, Whump, Sickfic, Seizures, Hospitalization, Hurt/Comfort, the family is STRESSED, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, the batkids all love each other, Angst Series: Part 4 of Whumptober 2023 Summary:

“Everything alright, son?” Dick didn’t normally call if Bruce was at the office. He’d usually send a text or just show up if it was urgent enough. Maybe he was having a tedious day too. “Are you in a meeting?” was Dick’s unsuspectingly serious reply. “No. I’m in my office.” “Alone?” “Yes.” Bruce frowned. “What’s going on?” There was a harsh exhale, the sound of traffic bleeding in. Was Dick driving? “God, I don’t know a better way to say this."

A medical emergency outside of patrol hours shocks the Batfamily.

Whumptober Day 4

Today was tedious. Back to back meetings, a slew of emails to answer, and an office chair that wasn’t quite as comfortable as the one in the cave. Bruce nearly cheered when his phone lit up with Dick’s name and picture. Standing by the sprawling windows of his Wayne Enterprises office, Bruce hit accept.

“Everything alright, son?” Dick didn’t normally call if Bruce was at the office. He’d usually send a text or just show up if it was urgent enough. Maybe he was having a tedious day too.

“Are you in a meeting?” was Dick’s unsuspectingly serious reply.

“No. I’m in my office.”

“Alone?”

“Yes.” Bruce frowned. “What’s going on?” There was a harsh exhale, the sound of traffic bleeding in. Was Dick driving?

“God, I don’t know a better way to say this. Damian had a seizure. Ambulance is en route to Gotham General. Should be arriving any minute.”

Bruce staggered, catching himself on the corner of his desk. Buzzing static filled his fingers, his knees, his head. “What?” He croaked, hoping he somehow misheard Dick. Outside his glass office door, Lucius Fox came to a stop, doing a double take when he saw Bruce leaning against his desk. Right. Stockholders meeting coming up.

“He’s awake and responsive. Stephanie is in the ambulance with him, Jay and Alfred are following. They were at home with him. I’m about five minutes behind them.”

“How?” Images rose unbidden in his mind, replacing his child’s face on every single seizure he ever witnessed. “Did Jason or Stephanie say what caused it?”

“Not sure but they’re positive it wasn’t case related.”

“We’ll need to run a tox screen. Our own.”

“Yes, we know.” Dick said with obvious patience, “Alf has a kit with him.” Bruce looked up as Lucius stepped into the office with a clearly worried expression. “Just...come to hospital, B. We can talk more there. Please.”

“Leaving right now.”

“Is everything alright, Bruce?” asked Lucius when he hung up.

“Damian—” His throat seized up, crushing his words. Saying them...saying them was like spitting out a blade. “Damian had a seizure.” He managed weakly.

Lucius’s eyes flew open wide. “Good Lord. Go, Bruce. I’ll cover for you in the afternoon meetings. I’ll cover anything that comes up, you just go.”

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#whumptober 2023 #sickfic #batfamily #batfamily fanfic #dizaryswrites #hurt/comfort #batfamily angst #batfic #bruce wayne #dick grayson #damian wayne #stephanie brown #jason todd #alfred pennyworth #duke thomas #tim drake #cassandra cain #talia al ghul #batman #nightwing #robin #red hood

[theofficialdailyplanet]

dislike talia / brutalia for a lotta reasons but this takes the cake honestly

#batfam #batfamily #batfamily angst #brutalia #dick grayson #dick robin #dc comics #comic panel #comicblr #batfam tag #shaza tag

[idontunderstandchemistry]

Uncomfortable - Tim Drake (1/3)

Summary: [...] "Are you saying you are afraid of me?" "I wouldn't say afraid" Dick said, trying to sound casual "It's just the way you've been talking about everything these days. It makes everyone feel..." "Uncomfortable?" Tim asked, with a bitter grin, finally turning towards Dick "The probable consequences of what you all say and do to me make you uncomfortable, Dick?" [...] Extremely hurt Tim Drake living out of coffee and spite.

Wordcount: 1.5K

Content Warnings: Angst; suicide idealization, mentions of self harm, etc.

Notes: Finally dropping this here, posted the first chapter on Ao3 a couple days ago. Hope you guys enjoy it! Reblogs and likes are very much appreciated ❣️

Part 2 - Part 3

CHAPTER 1 - COFFEE.

Red Robin stared at the screen with sleepy eyes. He'd already found the solution to this case half an hour ago, but pretending he didn't was the only way to avoid being requested at the post patrol circus going on upstairs.

It was always like this, at least it has been since he came back to live in the mansion. There was the patrol, and after, Alfred would prepare a table with many treats for the family to eat while he patched them up. 

What a perfect, happy family, bonding after some quality time kicking criminal ass.

A herd of hypocrites.

Two of them tried to kill him and most of them didn't seem to give a single fuck about the matter.

But what was he expecting, anyway? He was the unwanted child. He crawled his way into this family when Bruce was too vulnerable to deny it, grieving, he was Jason's replacement, after all. The only reason why he was still allowed among the bats of Gotham was his hypercompetence. Or perhaps it was because of how dangerous it would be for them all if he decided to play for the  other team.

If you didn't fear the man who at the age of nine deduced the identity of the world's best detective, you were a fool. Yeah Bruce was a bad, emotionally distant parental figure, but he was no fool, and Tim had to give him the credit for that.

— Drake — Robin said.

Tim felt the ferrous taste of blood filling his mouth. The demon. He pretended not to hear. He wanted nothing with this damn child. This Demoniac being that had tried to kill him multiple times in the last few years. The kid who had never done anything to deserve being Robin, the title for whom Tim has worked so hard for years.

— Alfred asked if you plan on joining the rest of the family anytime soon — The little boy said with his entitled filled tone. Fucking psychopath.

— I am working — Red Robin simply said.

— You're not fooling anyone, Drake — He said, stepping closer to his brother — Staring at a screen isn't working.

— You say like you know anything about working — Tim answered, after a deep sigh — Please, leave me alone. Tell them whatever you want, say that I threatened you with a knife, that I pushed you towards a wall, whatever you want. Just leave me alone.

— You say like they would believe it.

Damian said nothing else, simply left without any other response from Tim, that sighed deeply and continued staring at the screen.

His eyes felt heavier.

“Funny” thing about feeling down: usually, the brain cannot understand the emotional distress and the body intentionally does things to justificate that distress to its brain. 

Some people cut themselves – Tim couldn't do that, Alfred would ask too many questions –; others refused to eat – Tim tried it, but it didn't really fit his lifestyle –; some people drank 'til they tripped and fall — He could do this, but the posterior headaches weren't worth it, even though this is Gotham City and he could easily find a place that sells alcohol to minors – ; some people over exercised until they couldn't stand anymore, hoping the soreness of their muscles would be enough to feel like their pain is valid; some people took dangerous car drives or tried to equilibrate themselves on the edges of rooftops – These were Dick's things –; some people numb themselves with smoke on his lungs – Tim could do this, but refused. This was Jason's thing, and he didn't want to have anything in common with Jason.

So, to try to justify his pain to himself, Tim never slept. Well, of course he slept, he had to, but he always avoided it. This was his way of self punishment. He could almost hear his brain.

“What do you mean your emotions are shit? No, this is not a good reason for all this distress. Here, have a unusual way of self harm and then I'll consider if it is enough or not”

Tim hasn't really slept in the last four days, not more than an hour or two. There were occasional long blinks, but whenever Alfred decided to try to drug his coffee – His best ally in his attempts of making the pain make sense – and sent him to his bedroom, he would only stare at the ceiling. Tim already had it memorised. Then he would close his eyes when he could hear footsteps approaching his door and pretend to be asleep until whoever Alfred sent to spy on him finally left.

A solitary life, it was, but he didn't mind. Since his childhood, loneliness was mostly everything Timothy Jackson Drake knew. His most loyal companion.

— Hey, buddy — Nightwing's voice echoed in Tim's ears.

Fucking traitor. 

The man with the kind smile that was responsible for half of the mud in which Tim found himself stuck. The man who took away from Tim the only thing that kept him standing, the only thing that mattered for him in a long time. This was the Dick Grayson, the “good fella”, Bruce's golden child, “The clearer version of what Batman was meant to be”. Dick Fucking Grayson.

Again, Tim pretended not to hear.

— Dames said you were still working. Don't you think it is time for a break?

— I'm not tired — Tim said, though Dick wasn't dumb enough to believe it. Anyone that looked into Tim's face would see how fucking tired he was. Deep and dark eyebags, hollowed expressions in his eyes, cheeks slightly inwards like the corpse of a very thin woman. Dick sighed.

— I know, but B misses you. We all miss you. And we are worried.

— There's nothing to worry about — Tim said, simply.

Dick sighed again and pulled his chair closer to Tim.

Fuck . He had to lecture Tim right now, of course. He simply couldn't deny the urge of being the reasonable older brother, the inspirational hero, the right one, the mediator of the family.

— Let's be honest, Little Wing...

— Don't call me little wing.

— Tim, we are worried about you — Dick said, Tim never looked at his face, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from rolling his eyes if he did. He couldn't stand Dick Grayson's hypocrite smile and kind eyes anymore. He could barely stand his voice — What you said today during patrol... That joke....

— Joke? — Tim asked, furrowing his brows. He didn't remember telling a joke.

— You know, buddy. That one about the metro-narrows bridge.

Oh . That.

It wasn't a joke. More likely a loud thought.

Tim remembered that. He said that if Damian called him “unworthy” again, he would simply throw himself from the top of metro-narrows bridge, towards the cars. 

Tim has been "telling these jokes" for weeks now.

— Even Dames stepped back. Everyone did, actually. The family...

— Are you saying you are afraid of me?

— I wouldn't say afraid — Dick said, trying to sound casual — It's just the way you've been talking about everything these days. It makes everyone feel...

— Uncomfortable? — Tim asked, with a bitter grin, finally turning towards Dick. He could see the surprise in his brother's eyes. Or was it something else? Tim's guts were absolutely soaked in rage now — The probable consequences of what you all say and do to me make you uncomfortable, Dick? You can't bear the guilt? Or you're just worried your Robin will have to deal with the responsibility of the death of his predecessor?

Dick said nothing. Just sighed. Dick Grayson knew the battles he couldn't win. Dick put a mug in front of Tim. His favourite mug, filled with the dark liquid in which Tim loved to drown himself.

— We can talk later — The elder said — Jason made you coffee. He said you wouldn't want to have a break. Guess he knows you better than the rest of us.

— The perks of trying to slit someone's throat — Tim said completely out of spite, just to see Dick flinch in discomfort.

— Just drink before it gets cold, okay?

Dick left and Tim decided to not make another comment.

Red Robin stared at the mug in front of him, wondering if Jason poured poison into the liquid or Alfred poured the sleep drugs. Either way, there was no chance Tim would let it get into his system. He turned off the screen and grabbed the mug, walking towards his bedroom. In his room already, Tim locked the door and poured the coffee into his bathroom sink.

After taking a shower – He wasn't that bad that he would deny himself a simple shower, although he doubted it would take long to reach this point – He verified all the hidden spots in his room. Behind the curtains, his closet, under his bed. After making sure Jason wasn't there hidden with a knife, he slid between his sheets, soft and smooth.

Red Robin stared at the ceiling of the room where some years ago, lived Timothy Jackson Drake.

#tim drake #timothy drake #tim drake angst #batfamily #honestly i just think this boy's emotions need to be validated #and since DC decided to do nothing about it #here i am #angst #batfamily angst #red robin

[roxineedstosleep]

Idk if this is a request or something but I just wanted to get it out there before I forget it. How would the batfam react to a batsis coming from the last of us universe?( the last of us is a zombie apocalypse type game.) How would they react to all of batsis PTSD from being born in a world over ran by zombie’s and learning to survive at a young age. How would they help them? How would they react if they ever were transported to there(batsis) world?

Don't worry, the truth is that I also questioned several times the reaction of an OC insert or Reader with the passage of time, characters who lived that situation.

Also, sorry if it’s a quite large, but I get exited about this, I was also thinking and thingking about this kind of situtation or scenario and could mange myself about it.

The Last of Us, I know it's based on a video game (comic too or at least I saw several fanmade ones, sorry I don't know much about it, my thing about apocalypse was The Walking Death). And from what I understand, since I get a lot of it on my TikTok feed (thanks Pedro Pascal, I love you in all your ways) I know that the way the infected are handled and the ways of contagion are pretty fucked up.

I mean, at least in TWD the bites were the sure shit, with a good body protector you could get away with it until you got to a safe place…. but that spore stuff? that's a fucking nightmare.

Not only should you avoid being bitten, you should avoid being in contact with any highly contagious source. Food, water, air that's been "stored", spaces that are too enclosed/humid and dark (from what I see I know it's a type of fungus, fungi spread better in those conditions)… I mean, really scary.

I think the only ones who could be saved from those situations would be those who live in sanctuaries in the middle of nowhere (highly extreme climates, like snowy and deserts) or those who reach space. In that situation, which I mentioned a little earlier, the situation for Batsis would be a little worse.

Caves? First place of contagion, unfortunately.

Away from all the PTSD that Batsis must surely have from the traumatic situation of living there…. I don't think it can get much better.

Let's play a bit of a game about it, as I love the What Ifs.

Should it be Batsis from an Apocalyptic Universe coming to a "Healthy" Universe, and by healthy I can even mean post Covid0s universe like ours.

In going from a sick world to a healthy one:

She wouldn't really know how to adapt, it's one thing if the situation was with her being an adult and she at least knew that much about what it meant to have a routine within the normal. Sure, Bruce and the boys would do their best to make her feel safe in many ways, but it wouldn't be possible to make her feel safe at all. She grew up, matured, and developed in that world where every breath could mean having a fucking killer fungus inside her.

Did you ever see videos of people with OCD or germaphobia during the pandemic? Many had breakdowns at such a level that they could become paralysed with fear, breakdowns or hysteria. She would refuse to leave her safe areas, no matter how hard her father and siblings tried to convince her that the rest of the mansion was safe to walk through.

The garden? She refuses to even look at it, places where the spread of spores is more likely due to all the wind and pollination (I've never known bugs or birds to be immune, but considering they can move around because of the pollination issue I don't doubt that any place free of nature is free of risk or cross-contamination).

The cave? The last time one of her brothers tried to get her down to be checked in the medical wing, she almost slit his throat with her own fingernails. She won't go down there, that place is dark, with an uncovered water source and full of dampness… Can't you see that one of those swollen beaks is probably there?

I think she would have serious problems with food, or so I think. Not that she wants to be mean to her, really. But from what I understood a little from seeing at least the first chapters of the series, and also played with several seasons of TWD, she herself would have to see how they prepare the food to avoid contamination or fear of spoiled food. I feel like she would be safe with canned food, specifically canned food that is older than a month before it all goes down the drain. After that, she would obsessively look at the factory's provenance and be in an internal binger over the places that were dropped one by one until she was sure she was safe to eat.

So I don't see her eating with her brothers or her father something that is homemade or from scratch. Unfortunately not. Especially the flours, since they are the crops that were the first to fall before the fungi. I'm sure she would calm down a bit if Alfred showed her the family garden and the fungicides they keep in the barn. If it's not that, will she walk away or not hesitate to spit it out?

To sleep? I think so, I think she would settle, but she is hidden to avoid any risk. Next to Dick, she's the best at hiding in the high and least expected places. After she was found napping in her chandelier, where she had no nightmares or panic attacks, they decided they would let her sleep there. At least until she gets used to the idea that a return portal isn't going to be there anytime soon.

Her father and her brothers would be there for her, don't doubt it. They would love her, they would try to understand her limits, to know that she went through that terrible place to destroy the mind of a poor girl. I mean, Ella was very lucky to have reached an age of near adulthood... Do you know what that mean?

She is happy to have her brothers and her father and her grandfather back in her life. Every day she prays to all the gods she knows, to thank for not having to return to that place. But, even though she has the support of her family, the trauma cannot be reversed.

After those, which I do know are several problems to overcome, I truly believe that she would panic or become hypervigilant when there is a man, who is not from her family, near her... and for sad reasons.

In itself, for a world without the problems of the apocalypse, it is already dangerous to be a woman. Now that the whole world, morale and the little security we had has gone down the drain? I feel like it's even more dangerous. If I remember correctly there is a movie that touches on that subject. Of the possible life of women within a post-apocalyptic world. The SA would be the bread of every day, kidnappings and assaults for the possibility of being able to repopulate the earth would not be strangers. Even more so if we don't talk about ultra-religious cults that try to sell the idea of a woman's sacrifice to "heal" the masses.

Do you see what I'm going to? The fact that she survived childhood and was into young adulthood means that she had to be protected and she knew how to defend herself against all of that. And even more so because, despite everything, she could never fully forgive Bruce for what he did to her and her brothers.

Earlier I mentioned that only the most privileged could be inside those sanctuaries or even reach space to be safe from earth, right?, well. There goes a bit of the matter.

Bruce decided to stay.

For the general public, Bruce Wayne, his children and his closest friends went to one of the many earthly sanctuaries as soon as things turned terribly ugly, but not before sending all his employees safely to a compound of National security.

But Batman? Batman, Robin, and the rest of the bat family stayed to wear out their souls, their safety, and their lives for a city full of killer mushrooms.

She remembers how at first the whole family agreed to stay in the city to find a cure with the help of the League. But over time, when Alfred fell ill, Tim was infected, when Duke had to amputate his arm, Jason almost got infected and Dick was not found for months (not counting attempted assaults on S and others to kidnap her). things in the family got much worse.

Robin in case he was a child soldier, but at this point he looked more like a killing machine than a human being, she herself tried to find a cure and it was more risky and almost impossible over the time to find users who did not have advanced disease or who were immune.

She begged her father that at least the LG members with higher immunity would take care of the safety of the earth, that she and her siblings could be moved to the moon base. Superman, Wonder Women and Mr. Martian could easily handle the situation without going on a death streak every time they breathed, she and her brothers were not that lucky.

But Bruce didn't listen to her, no by any chance.

One by one they began to fall, all her family started to died, even her father amputated his leg after a bad mission plan, until, in an intent of being helpfull (she had simply fled across town looking for medicine for her father's fever), a porthole opened and she fell to that new world where his father and brothers were safe.

Did she ever forgive Bruce for that? No, even in that world where none of that happened, she couldn't forgive the fact that her mother decided to sacrifice himself and his siblings when they could have found another way to save themselves.

Bruce? He will never forgive himself when he finds out that it was his fault and his stubbornness that caused his family to perish. Even more so when he finds out that his daughter, with whom he fought the most and argued about escaping the planet to be save, in any case put his integrity at risk for wanting to save him from a fever that would have killed him anyway at the end of the day.

It hurts Dick to see how Batsis always jumps on him and the rest of his brothers to see if they have any bites or open wounds, Jason is destroyed to see how his sister shakes like a leaf, but he allows anyways to Damian to take her to the garden to get fresh air. Tim watches, in dispair, as she tries to learn all the first aid techniques and amputation procedures, because she is afraid to come back at any time and not know how to do it; Bruce cries when he sees how his daughter, his sweet girl, stores as much food as he can in hidden corners of the mansion and high on the roof; Damian can't help but feel weak when he sees, clearly sees and notices, how his sister is starving to eat any home-cooked food, but they end up throwing up when he takes a tentative bite and must go back to the canned goods.

It hurts everyone, it tears them apart, and she suffers in the process too. Of course, she no longer has to run for her life every hour, she can breathe easy, she can have all the canned goods she wants and she knows that her brothers and her father will be with her after she closes her eyes and opens them again. .

Psychiatric treatments only work in part, therapies are somewhat slow and not easy to achieve. I mean, no one can tell a specialist doctor that she comes from another universe, Harley Queen could be an option, she herself knows a lot of shit about the multiverse and astuff, but even after a general check-up she had told Bruce, no matter how much treatment she could give him toast to Batsis, poor kid would be scarred forever.

At least the therapies help with the issue of food and hypervigilance. Outside of that, she will always need the support of others to get through everything else.

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[sourslices]

hc that dick has a hard time staying at the manor because he's unsure if he can still call it home. he only really comes home when there's an emergency, case, or alfred wants him back.

despite this, he still tries to help alf keep the family together (i.e., organise meals/get-togethers... other events, etc) but eventually he starts backing off because, well, is that really his family?

at the end of the day, batclan is huuugeee and most of them are just... colleagues to dick. that doesn't mean he's not friendly with them, but calling them family when he can't hold much of a conversation outside of work seems a bit... much, no?

wow. dick grayson angst thoughts.

#dick grayson #and the internal struggle of feeling unwelcome among people that are supposed to be family #idk if this fits his eldest daughter syndrome tbh #batfamily angst #they get better but... it takes a while

[hellishattempt]

angst superache songs as relationships with the batboys pt 3

this is the final part of the three !! i decided to try my hand at writing something for bruce and duke, even though both are like,,,, unknown quantities of the dcu. i mean, i know bruce, obviously. i own every batman game / movie and this big ass book on the batman. but duke? duke is a foreign language to me. and i speak a LOT of languages. so bear with me on this.

like before, this is gender neutral reader / no pronouns used <3

you can find part one ( dick + jason ) here & part two ( tim and damian ) here !

footnote - bruce wayne. the billionaire, philanthropist playboy is many things to many people, but to you, he's your childhood friend, and business partner. as the ceos of wayne enterprises and inkling incorporation, the two of you have worked closely, especially as bruce decided to step into his role more. having known bruce for so long, you know all about his public persona. he's a playboy, with extravagant and foreign women on his arm every night, and it's never the same woman. you're close enough with alfred to know all about bruce's "sleepovers". but you'd be lying if you said you didn't have feelings for bruce. it's stupid, you know this, to be in love with someone like bruce wayne. tonight, the two of you are hosting a gala for one of the charities you both fund. and tonight, you've had just a little bit too much to drink. "evening, brucie" you slur slightly, a glass of champagne between your lips. bruce was in the middle of what looked like an intense conversation with lucius fox, a friend and owner of foxteca. bruce looked to you, noticing your drunken state, and apologized to lucius. "we'll have to continue this later," then he turns to you. grabbing you just above the elbow, bruce rushes the two of you to a more private corner of the venue. "are- are you drunk?" he sounds incredulous. "i've never seen you drunk before. you need to sober up." bruce reaches to take the glass from your hands. as he does, you lean in and whisper into his ear "i like you, brucie." a giggle escapes from your lips. bruce's face is serious and stern. "sober. up. now's not the time for lies and jokes." you frown. "but why would i lie, when it's so clear that i'm in love with you?" a tense conversation follows. bruce likes someone else. you say, "if i waited, would that maybe help?" but bruce says patience won't change how he felt. someone calls out to bruce and he's gone in a second, his public mask back on. you're left standing alone. you leave the party silently. on monday, you're sober and yourself again. you play off your confession as a joke and blame it on the alcohol when bruce comes to check in on you. pretending you don't feel anything is easier than him thinking of you as some lovesick girl. you have to stop being pretentious and loathing your friendship with bruce. it's okay, because this taught you a lesson: love isn't precious. it's not like the novels, no pride and prejudice at all. so you'll just take the footnote in his life. he could take your body, your soul, your mind, everything from you. every line that you write for him will never be read or enjoyed, so a footnote will do. bruce, being ever the charmer and gentleman he is, asked to take you to dinner, to make sure you were really okay. friday night, exactly a week from the gala, you and bruce have a restaurant at gotham's own vigilantes and villains, a five star restaurant built by harvey dent after he was reintroduced to society. it's the only restaurant that will cater to civilians, vigilantes and the villains of arkham. harvey said he built it so he didn't have to feel so torn between his personalities. as you and bruce are sat your table, the host says she thinks you two are cute. they think you're a couple, so they buy you some booze. you two share the moscato, and laughed cause it's true to you. and you'd be embarrassed of you weren't so pleased that everyone else sees what bruce will never see. you're perfect together, but you'll never be the one. this teaches you another lesson: feelings are reckless. just like the novels, side characters end up alone. in bruce's story, you are no more than a side character. so a footnote will have to do.

jigsaw - duke thomas. duke is so in love with you, it's obvious. he wants nothing more than to be the object of your love. if changing his clothes would mean you like him more, if changing his hair would make you care, he'd grab the kitchen scissors and cut himself to slivers for you. if being polite kept you satisfied, if being less insane would make you stay, then he'd be more like his adoptive sisters, saying "thank you ma'am and mister," to you, for you. as much as you adore his affection and idolization of you, your feelings for him aren't like that. he's your brother, your best friend. he's the only one of the waynes that you feel like you can really trust, who understands what it's like to be the odd one out of the family. signal and psycho are partners in crime fighting, just as tight knit as duke and you are when the masks are off. you notice his changes, and it doesn't mean much to you. all people mature in different ways, so what does it matter that duke is molding himself to be your ideal partner? he's changed every part of himself, until the puzzle pieces aren't him at all. it's ruined your friendship, and it's ruining him. your relationship is on thin ice, and you pretend not to know it. you like the new duke. he's perfect. little do you know, duke looks in the mirror, and all he sees is a jigsaw. you take every part of him, all the things you need. then the rest. you discard. you make him into something he's not. you don't realize it, but you're the one who's made this version of him. it's like duke is your frankenstein's monster, and you're the crazy doctor. you don't notice this. or maybe you do, but just choose not to care. but duke's family notices it. dick, jason, tim, steph, cass, even damian. they all see the changes you've made. they see what you're doing to their brother, how you're damaging him. it hurts them to see him hurt. "all you're doing to make her happy? and still, she doesn't fucking love you?" tim prods. "you're killing parts of yourself to fit her, thomas." damian adds. to that, jason scoffs. "it's clear as shit you're not the issue." dick takes a seat next to duke, gently draping an arm over his brother's shoulders. "if you made her like you, would you even like yourself?" duke's mind is racing. he doesn't want to believe their words. he knows it's true, though, he just doesn't want to accept it. "pointing out all my flaws doesn't help. i'm fine," he bites out. standing, duke pushes out of the circle his brothers have formed around him, not looking steph or cass in the eyes as he storms past them. slamming the door to his room, duke basically falls into his bed, clutching his soft pillows close to his body. his phone buzzes with an instagram notification from you. you've just posted a new dump of pictures of you and duke. "shoutout to my favorite person and my best friend @duke_thomas_wayne!" he swipes through the post, photo after photo, reading through the comments when he's done. everybody thinks you're a couple. that's all that duke wants. yelling out in frustration, he throws his phone across the room. "why don't you love me?" he cries, fingers gripping the roots of his hair and pulling hard. duke thomas is nothing more than a jigsaw of your creation. but that's okay with him, because you love this version of duke. so he'll change every part of himself just to make you happy, even if it ruins him.

#batfamily angst #batman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne angst #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x (y/n) #batman x you #batman x reader #batman angst #duke thomas #signal #dc angst #duke thomas x you #duke thomas imagine #duke thomas angst #signal x you #signal x reader #jason todd angst #jason todd #dick grayson #batman imagine #bruce wayne imagine

[xoxo-mylove]

I Hate That Soothing Voice (no I actually don’t)

(Batmom x dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne x reader)

*EDITED*

Word Count: 1,937

Synopsis: Where Dick Grayson is a very angry child who misses his mom and YN is a woman with all the patience and care in the world (according to Bruce) In reality Dick Grayson is about to make a grown woman cry.

Warnings: Angst, Very angst, parental loss, child grieving, arguing, self-insecurities, self guilt, but fluff towards the end ;)

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Richard John “dick” Grayson hates it here. He hates the long hallways, the tall the unreasonably tall doors.

The hugeee open rooms that occupy the manor that definitely do not make him want to yell at the top of his lungs in order to hear an echo of his voice that he is sure would be so, so cool, or the endless amount of cookies and desserts that Mr. Pennyworth and Y/N make for him.

 Oh and don’t even get him started on how much he hates, hates Mrs. Wa- 

 Yep! No, Richard Grayson hates it here. So much so that after being in his new room, staring at the ceiling he sheds a tear.

He sheds a tear because he's frustrated, So frustrated that he just wants to find Missus Wayne and yell at her some more (he’s been doing that since Bruce had brought him into the Manor) for coddling him, being nice to him, and talking to him in that soothing voice that he hates so MUCH because he DOESN'T WANT THAT! He’s angry. So angry... So angry, so sad, and so another tear falls.                                                                                                                  

and another

and another

And he doesn't know how but suddenly he’s on his side sobbing into his pillow crying for his mommy.

He doesn't even realize that he’s become so loud that he's notified the one woman he doesn't want to see.

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It’s late. You knows it's late, but you can never really sleep when Bruce is away on his....Nightly activities. The bed is always too cold and you’ve gotten too comfortable (spoiled) falling asleep in his arms. But you know that's not the real reason why you can't fall asleep. It’s because of the 8 year old boy who's currently across the hall asleep his room.

 You can't sleep because you don’t know what to do.

You knew he was grieving, god, was he grieving and you were doing everything you could do in your power to help him adjust to this new life.

A new life without his parents. You felt for the little boy, Massively so, that you take the anger. You take the yelling, the screaming, and the tantrums that he pulls because you knows he’s angry. 

You talk to Alfred about it while you both have tea one morning, and he tells you “Well Lady Y/-

 “Just Y/N” 

“I beg your pardon?” You huff and roll your eyes, “Y/N, Alfred. Cmon it's been years, you think we would be on first name basis now” you say cheekily. 

He simply stares at you for a long second with eyes full of irritation, (you swears you could see a hint of amusement in them though)before continuing “As I was saying, I simply feel a wave of nostalgia when looking at young Master Dick” he takes your silence as an answer to continue. “The anger and the yelling reminds me of when Master Bruce was a young boy whom had just lost his parents.”

 It’s then that you want to bash your head into the wall, because how did you not see it? Bruce and Dick, Both haven gone through some of the most traumatic thing ever know to a young child.

 Loosing their parents. So you take the anger and with a new understanding. That seems to set him off more actually. Feeling hopeless and out of options, you go to Bruce. Your love, your confidant, your best friend in the whole world. And you asked him what to do. 

Bruce was shocked. Because usually when you couldn't do something you would try your absolute best to tire out all your options when you came head first with a problem before you even attempted to ask Bruce for help.

 It used to annoy the hell out of him, because he thought you not letting yourself need him was because you didn’t trust him, and that hurt. But he later found out that when it came to the important and vital things you would always come to him.

Your stubbornness over the years become more endearing. So he kinda understands why you do it. Because he knows that you know that he will rub it in your face that you need him. He finds it rewarding when you blush red, out of anger or blush because you’re flustered. He likes to think it's the latter.

So when you came to him with your problems with Dick he knew he shouldn't rub this one in your face. Because the look of defeat and hopelessness coating your beautiful face left him with a deep feeling of discomfort in his stomach, and concern and worry coating his usually stoned face.

 So he tells his wife some of the things him and Dick have bonded over (dead parents, and broodiness and anger being their usual personality) He tells you some of his experience and how he absolutely hated the world, took his anger out on everyone and everything. He told you that because your there your gonna be a punching bag. He did the same this with Alfred. still does.

“You need to establish a ground rules.” he tells you.

“You’re could be patient and understanding, but he has to understand he can’t talk to you like that.” Bruces words and advice give you the courage to speak.

“Do you really think so? I feel like me getting strict with him will just get him more angry?”

“I promise you sweetheart, this will help.” And it looks like it does because the previous look of defeat was now replaced with a sense of determination, and it was painted all over his stunningly gorgeous wife’s face.

 So much so that when you kiss him with your form of a simple thank you, he definitely prolongs the gesture of gratitude by grabbing you by the hips and pulling you onto his lap. Oh how determination and happiness on his wife’s face looks so, so sexy.

So now laying in bed, with Bruce’s advice running through your head you plan on bonding with him tomorrow. Thats right! You’re going to move past your guy’s ..awkward phase and you ar- *sniffle* *sniffle* your inner monologue stops. *wailing*, *sniffle*

 “I want my mommy” and your breath catches. No. Oh no, no. You immediately rip off the covers and walks out of the room into the hall.

 You make a beeline towards the door. When you suddenly stop. You’re hit with the realization that..He wants his mommy. Oh, he wants his mommy. If you went in there you’ll surely just be a reminder that his mother is gone and that he now lives with Bruce and Y/N. Two people who are not his parents.

 You’re contemplating turning back when you hear another heartbreaking sniffle that causes a sting to burn in your eyes and and lump to form in your throat, yeah your definitely going inside. You turn the knob to the door and slowly open it.

Dick stops sniffling immediately when he hears the knob turn.

 He raises his head to see Mrs. Wayne standing in the door way, looking at him with a warm tentative smile and soft understanding eyes.

 And he doesn't know if it’s the sudden guilt he feels for treating you so horribly since he’s gotten here or if it’s that even though he doesn't deserve it, your here standing in his door way looking for his confirmation in order to comfort him but he immediately bursts into tears. Again

 And nearly starts sobbing when you take on the soothing voice he thought he hated so much and says “Oh, honey! It's okay I’m here.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay to cry sweetheart.”

“I promise. I’m not mad. You can never make me mad honey.”

 That’s what truly sets him off, so he does. Oh does he cry. He cries in your arms for hours, minutes, days, he doesn't know but after the tears have run out, the sniffles have subsided, and now that you’ve wiped all the wetness and snot off his face, he allows himself to fully sink into your arms. And be subdued by the warmth you provide and that soothing voice repeating praises to him, lulling him to sleep.

 It’s when he’s on the brink of slumber, he feels a pair of lips press onto his head and he thinks to himself; he doesn't mind the comforting, and coddling at all. Because this feels nice. So nice. Oh yeah, he definitely doesn't hate you. Not one bit.

Hope you enjoy lovelys! - Yella <;33

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[tinkerbelle05]

It's no secret that the batkids love climbing onto high places. It was like a rite of passage to do it as Batman and Robin. Robins climbing on the high shoulders of Batman to see the foggy Gothman skyline.

They did that as Bruce and Dick, though Dick likes hanging upside down from Bruce’s shoulders as the older man spun him around. Laugher and giggles filled the space, and for a while replaced the screaming and the yelling. If only for a while. But Dick was 8 and Bruce was considerably younger back down.

Now they stood, both men. Dick doesn't remember but Bruce hadn't picked him up in a while. Piggy-back rides, hanging from shoulders by his legs, being spun from hands. The yelling and the screaming took up too much space for that. He remembers though, when he sees Jason, his new little brother.

When he sees that he runs to Bruce, all smiles and giggles and jumps without a care in the world. Because Bruce would always be there to catch him, and catch him he did.

Bruce’s laugh was deep, “Hi Jaylad, what you got there?”

“My math test, I got a B on it,” he proudly answers. He looks over to the left and sees Dick sitting at the counter, “Dick, look.” He calls out and wiggles to let go of Bruce’s embrace. Bruce lets him go with a pat on his head.

Dick knows that Jason is talking, he understands that, but he can’t register the words. His mouth is moving but no words come out. The action, simple, probably a daily occurrence, took him back. To a simpler time, when he and Bruce were black and white, not multiple shades of gray.

Years have passed and Dick wonders if this was a rite a passage too. Boys turned to men but still wanting the comfort and love and attention of a father regardless. Dick sees it when Jason came back and Tim was there. How Bruce would easily pick Tim up when he was injured like Bruce uses to do with Jason.

But Jason was 200 pounds heavier and insisted that he didn’t want another of Bruce’s affections. So why would he want this? And Jason hates that stabbing feeling. He reconciled with Bruce and they still loved each other but. Things would never be the same for Jason. But he wants things to be the same. He wants to curl up in Bruce’s warm bed and have the man read books to him and sing the lullabies that his mother uses to sing to him.

But Jason’s far too old for that and didn’t need his Dad. But he desperately wanted to.

Tim thought that this feeling he often hears Dick and Jason talked about would never happen to him. The feeling of having to grow up but wanting nothing more than to not.

Because he and Bruce didn’t have that relationship. They were Batman and Robin, hero and sidekick. They weren’t Bruce and Tim, father and son. That was fine with Tim because he had invaded this family enough. He already had a bed and a seat at the table, a name that wasn’t his own. That should be enough for him, but it wasn’t. He selfishly wanted more than that. He just didn’t know how to ask for it, and he’s sure the others didn’t either.

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[batfam-imagines]

Been Awhile - Part 2

As soon as initial introductions are made you and Kon quickly make your way to the Zeta-Tube. Clark had promised to slow Bruce down enough for you to get away, but your father wasn’t Batman for nothing.

“Y/N!” He sounds almost frantic as he tries to get to the tubes before you. “Y/N, wait!”

Conner quickly inputs the coordinates to Metropolis and pushed you into the machine, “I’ll meet you at home. Love you”

“Kon, what - !” But it was too late, the Zeta-Beam has already started and soon Metropolis materializes around you. “Shit”

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Kon stands tall in the Watchtower hallway, his wife safe on Earth, and Batman standing menacingly in front of him.

“Step aside Kon-El, I need to speak to my daughter.”

The Kryptonian snorts, “Y/N hasn’t been your daughter for years now, Batman. Just because you find out she’s married doesn’t give you the right to speak to her.”

Bruce yanks off his cowl and glares at his, supposed, son-in-law, “I have every right to speak to her! She’s my daughter!”

“And she’s my wife! Y/N and I have been together since we were sixteen! I proposed after her high-school graduation, and we got married a week after her college graduation! How many years is that, Bruce?!” Batman opens his mouth to respond, but Kon doesn’t give him a chance, “Six years now, Y/N graduated with two bachelors degrees in 3 years! And you haven’t been there for any of her accomplishments! Last time she was at the Manor, Damian told her that she was a burden!”

“I didn’t -”

“All these years she’s been waiting for you to notice! Waiting for you to reach out, hoping you’d remember you had a daughter at all! But no, the only brother she’s talked to is Jason and he’s off the grid so often it hardly counts!”

Kon stops and takes a deep breath, “I have no doubt that she’ll forgive you eventually. Y/N sees the best in everyone, no matter how often people disappoint her. But I won’t. I won’t forget how many nights I had to hold my wife while she cried because of you and your family. I won’t forgive everything I heard you say to her. Before I wasn’t able to do anything about it, but now I can.”

Bruce’s hand drifts toward one of his belt pouches, “Are you threatening me?”

“No” Kon flashes a bright smile, the one Y/N says is so wide that it ends up being creepy, “Not yet”

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When Kon finally shows up at home he immediately wraps you in his arms, squeezing as tight as he dares, “I’m so sorry, Y/N, we really didn’t think he’d be there.”

“I know, doesn’t make it any easier to see him,” You pull back and give Kon a smack in the chest, “But what you did was even more stupid! You know he carries Kryptonite on him and you still wanted to go up against him!”

Kon chuckles, “I wasn’t really thinking about that at the time, ya know? I was much more concerned with getting you away from him”

Before you can respond, your cell phone starts going off, “We aren’t done with this conversation, Kon-El.”

Your husband just grinned and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, “Go see who it is, maybe Alfred heard about today.”

“Maybe,” Before you can even pick it up the phone goes to voicemail, and immediately starts ringing again, “Hello?”

“Y/N? Y/N, is that you?” Your fathers voice trickles through the phone, “I wanted to talk about today -”

“How did you get my number?” Kon glances up from where he’s started on dinner, his head tilting – asking to listen in, you nod, “How did you get my number!? We haven’t spoken for years, and you think -”

“I’m sorry! I called to tell you that I’m sorry! Connor told me what you had been doing these past years … I didn’t realize – I didn’t realize how much I’d missed.”

“You didn’t realize that it’s been four years since we’ve had an actual conversation? You didn’t realize that I’d moved out, graduated from high school, got engaged, graduated from college, gotten married? You didn’t realized that I made a name for myself? You didn’t realize that - that Damien hates me, that Tim doesn’t think I’m smart enough to be in the family, that Dick has never trusted me? Tell me, did I miss anything, Father?”

“Y/N … I’m so sorry”

“Sorry isn’t enough! It isn’t enough for everything you and my brothers put me though!” You take a shuddering breath, trying to regain your composure. “I found my own family, one that loves me for me. I have a husband, a mother and father-in-law, a - a crazy uncle, even a grandmother now. Alfred is the only one who knew about everything that was happening, he’s the only one I still talk to consistently. Jason tries, but he’s gone on his own missions so often that we’ll go months without talking.”

“Y/N -”

“Stop interrupting damnit! I don’t want to talk to you! I don’t forgive you! And if you even want me to try it’ll a hell of lot more than you finding my phone number and randomly calling it. Now, goodbye and goodnight”

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Been Awhile - Part 1 

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[morgansunflower]

It's OK. I'm Ok. I'm Here

Older! Damian Wayne X Reader

Warnings: suggestive content, major character injury, angst.

Words:1503

Arthur's notes: Good mom Talia! Third P. O. V. Reader's father is a villain(read to find out lol)

Damian disappears as his lover is struggling to cope with his disappearance and with that keeping her secret buried from his family.

Damian and Y/N stood beside each other as they were being followed by an unknown enemy. Robin saw a sniper through his spy-bug on the building miles away from them. Damian pushed Y/N away from the line of fire. Damian took cover however the bullet went through his shoulder that was aimed to his chest.

"DAMIAN!!" she yelled seeing the blood.

He yelled out in pain, trying to remain on his two feet. Suddenly they were surrounded by several Mercenaries. He quickly put on a mouth breathing tube and gave one to Y/N. As she out her own on. Damian's adrenaline calmed to cause him to be fully aware of his injury.

"ARGHH!!" Damian throws a knock-out smoak bomb to them "we mu-must run!!"

Y/N let him place his unhurt arm over his shoulder while applying pressure to the wound. Together they made their way to a safe house, with the breathing mask off. She rips his uniform down to only wearing his pants. Damian stepped dramatically in pain, leaving her. He was breathing heavily in panted breaths, into the medical area of the safe house. He heavily breaths as she cleans his wound. She wipes the blood clean off of his chest. She began to securely bandages his wounds. He heavily breaths as the pain lingered. Damian laid on his uninjured side, he touches her wrist gently. She was overcome with worry.

"thank you" he softly touched her lips with his own

She takes pain medicine giving it to him. He moves her hand away.

"I don't N-need th-that"

"don't start with me"

She puts it in his mouth, he rolled his eyes swallowing. She gently rubbed his forehead as his body nearly shaked in pain. She hooks Damian to IV fluids and a heart monitor. Y/N added the status of his vitals to alert her phone.

"you leave me again?"

"Damian I.. I didn't grow up as a prince or as a billionaires child.. I was on the streets and my father... My father literally tried to kill your brother and you"

"dammit. I care not of where you came from and neither will they!! Some of own family lived on the streets and Brown's father was no amount of a worthy individual"

"it's different you're their son. They're not adopting someone to give them a better life. They're giving their blessing to a person who had no one... Until she met their son"

He takes her hand "I love you and they will to. Look at what you have done for me.. You broke my wall into nothing but dust, you love me purely and have tended to my wounds.. That alone is enough"

As Damian fell into a deep sleep she alerted his family through his phone. She kissed his lips farewell and then departed. Nightwing and Batman quickly came to Damian's location. Damian wakes hearing their approaching footsteps. He rips the IV and heart monitor off. He raises from laying down to a sitting position on the bed.

"Father, Grayson"

"you ok little D? What happened?"

He winces raising to his feet "I'm fine, there has been a bounty placed on me. It is likely Ra's.."

He walks past them until his father says "who tended to your bullet wound?"

"I did"

Lie. Bruce knew. Just before sunrise Bruce calls her.

-"Beloved?"

"Talia. Have you been visiting our son?"

Talia was surprised by his question "no I have not. Why?"

"has he spoken to you about. Anyone?"

"Beloved. We promised for.. Our son's sake to be honest with each other. I sense the hesitation"

"Damian was sho--"

"what?! You tell me this over the phone?! What are you--" Bruce cut her off

"Talia he's stable, he's speaking. He's OK. I promise. He informed me that he had taken care of his wound. However the way the bandages were wrapped someone else had to be the one to have done it. He's been distant.... I.. I don't know what is happening to him"

Talia's heart swelled as she began to smile "our son is falling in love..."

Falling so very deeply in love was he for Y/N. 2 weeks later.... Y/N's hands shake in her room at the the hub. She had just been informed that Robin aka Damian was currently M. I. A. She began to cry as she was truly terrified worse news would follow. By now his family had no idea who he was dating only that by his calmer demeanor.. He must truly love her.

She went, to Gotham to help search for Damian and to help the family through this difficult time. It was odd. She felt she already knows them in and out based on what Damian told her. She stood in her H/N uniform alone. She was terrified for Damian. Who could be hurting him? She feels her, eyes shake but then she became alert. She turns to see Talia al Ghul approaching...

"Ms al Ghul" she greeted

"my beloved spoke to me of you. You are no child he has saved but you suddenly appeared without explanation. Why? Why do you care of my child's safety?"

"I know him quite well in fact.." Y/N said with a broken smile

"yes I know you had trained with my son" Talia said hurting inside

"no, I KNOW him. I know his heart, I know he is much like his father and his mother in so many ways. He loves your mloukhieh, he loves his animals and his family so dearly... And I know he loves me just as I love him so very and painfully deep"

Talia takes a deep breath, the pain she saw in Y/N was love.. genuine love for her son.

"you have my blessing child"

"thank you! Thank you Talia!" she said as her pressure seemed to be lighter.

"no, thank you for saving my boy" she said in such a genuine tone it assured Y/N she really was accepted by Damian's mother.

Y/N asked the family, Damian's family to meet her in the theater room. As everyone slowly entered the room one by one. She couldn't keep her secret any longer.

"so huh Y/N, is everything okay?" Grayson asked

Cassandra gasped looking to the younger girl realizing the truth. The siblings tried to figure out what made Cass gasp.

"why did you gasp?! What's going on?!" Stephanie exclaimed after her sister's gasp.

She takes a deep breath "I.. I'm Damian's secret girlfriend" her eyes begin to shake "he wanted to tell you about us. He genuinely did but I didn't know how to meet these remarkable people, that I knew Damian loved so dearly... I came from very little.. Until I met Dami.. I should have done this long ago. I suppose I was a little...." she stammered

"overwhelmed?" Grayson asked kindly

"or perhaps scared because my last name is... Wilson.. As in... " she stammered yet again in shame. "Ravager..."

"you're Slade's daughter" Grayson said with a startled expression. "I thought.."

"I know... I faked my death so I could get away from him. After Ravager's apparent death.. I changed my persona and made my life different.. I kept my secret fearing somehow he'd find out and.. But I'm not alone. I know that.. Be.. Because of Damian"

"I knew Slade had a daughter but she supposedly died in a fire... Impressive that you were able to hide from the greatest detective" Bruce said kindly.

Did he, just complement her? The family were quite overjoyed to know Damian's girlfriend. To know she cared about him. Stephanie hugged Y/N follower by more empathizing embraces. That night Y/N stayed in the Manor. She never slept in such a nice bed. She stayed for several days as each day came.. her heart broke. She steps out of the elevator to the Bat-cave. She hears crying and his voice. It was his voice! She runs to see her lover

"Habibi" Damian heavily breathed

Now was not the time to think of his siblings poking at him for his kindness to his beloved.

"I thought.. I thought" she began to sob covering her face, hugging him carefully.

"It's OK. I'm okay. I'm here" he promised holding her closely.

She continued sobbing and then calms herself to a cry. She parts looking to his thick muscular arms, his legs and his tired face. He was ok... From what she could tell but what did his fabric conceal.

"what happened?" she cried.

He dried her tears with his thumbs "I was captured by what I can only assume to be my grandfather's assassin's... After I escaped after having a concussion. I barely remembered my own life.. It took me time to find my way back"

"I'm so very glad you did" she said resting her head on his chest.

Damian kisses her head. He's safe.. She's safe. She's OK. He's OK. She feels his steady heartbeat.. He is really home.

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Additional Tags: Gotham War, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Panic Attacks, Bruce Wayne Has Issues, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Canon Related, Canon Compliant, For the most part, Protective Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne Has a Heart, Protective Batfamily (DCU), I can't really call this a fix-it but it's something Summary:

"Jason?" Voices called softly from a distance, trying not to startle him. He flinched anyway, pressed back against the rough brick wall. "D-Dick?" Tears burned in his eyes. At last. He wasn't alone. There was help. He’d been uselessly hyping himself up to leave for the past hour. What a joke. He couldn’t even stand. Chained by anxiety that threatened to swallow him whole. But as his siblings appeared in the doorway, a chilling thought wrapped its hand around Jason's throat. What if they were sent here by him?

Set right after the events of Batman #138 (Gotham War Part 4)

"Jason?" Voices called softly from a distance, trying not to startle him. He flinched anyway, pressed back against the rough brick wall.

"D-Dick?" Tears burned in his eyes. At last. He wasn't alone. There was help. He’d been uselessly hyping himself up to leave for the past hour. What a joke. He couldn’t even stand. Chained by anxiety that threatened to swallow him whole.

But as his siblings appeared in the doorway, a chilling thought wrapped its hand around Jason's throat. What if they were sent here by him? What if this wasn't a rescue but a visit to the zoo, time to gawk at the leashed beast and laugh? Maybe he won them over. Or twisted their minds too. What if they were only here to gloat and mock him?

A distressed sound cut through his rabbit trailing thoughts. "Oh Christ, Jay. What did he do to you? " Dick was rushing forward, reaching for him, then pulling back when Jason recoiled. "Jay, it's me. I'm here to help. We're here to help.” Hands raised, Dick sank into a crouch, removing his mask. That helped a little. Not seeing the same white lenses as him. Blood streaked down his sliced cheek, a mix of dried and fresh. There was more on the knuckles of his gloves. Was it from him? “Let's slow that breathing down first."

That was impossible. Because now Jason was scared that he couldn't calm down, that his heart was fluttering and slamming in his chest, chemicals racing through his veins, leaving him shaking and lightheaded. Black spots began swimming in his vision. Maybe it was okay. Passing out would be okay. His siblings were here. They'd stop him if he-if he-if–

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#absolutely needed to get this out of my head and onto paper!!! #whumptober will be posted later tonight! #enjoy this Gotham War angst as an appetizer #gotham war #dizaryswrites #batfamily #batfamily fic #batfamily angst #jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #hurt/comfort #panic attack

[moonllshadow]

An AU where Jason leaves the batfamily.

Post-Garzonas crisis.

Jason held the document in his hands, a weight too heavy in his heart. 

It had been only two years since he was taken into the Wayne household, but even if he wished it to last it forever, as anything in Jason Todd’s life, his stance at the manor wasn’t certain anymore. 

Perhaps he was precipitating with the decision, but right then he felt it like the right choice. If he was going to meet and maybe stay forever with his biological mother, having Bruce as his legal guardian could got in the middle and basically Bruce did make it clear that he didn’t view him as a son, even when Jason adopted Bruce as his father figure as soon as he started living with the vigilante. Yet, Jason couldn’t compare to Dick, who was the kid that Bruce wanted back, not Jason. How could he, a mere street rat, compare to the greatest acrobat? Even Dick or his hero friends didn’t like him that much. While Alfie started treating him differently as everyone thought that he was responsible for Garzonas' death. 

His word wasn’t worth it. And nobody believed him.

Maybe this way he could solve everything by doing this. Maybe.

Because Jason was utterly aware that he wasn’t really suited to life there. No matter how strong his desire to belong was. It was impossible for a rat to be part of a flock of bats. He felt out of place so many times and it hurt that it took one single mistake, which he wasn’t responsible at all, to open his eyes to the truth. 

He hoped that Bruce didn’t mistake it with ungratefullness. Because Jason wouldn’t even be alive if Batman hadn’t chosen to take a homeless kid one cold day of December two years ago. He was more than gratefull for the time he got there, for the things he got, the food he ate, for letting him become Robin and mostly for the family. But it wasn’t meant for him. He just couldn’t take it anymore. 

Jason wipped some traitorous tears that fell from his eyes and using a false bravado he entered Bruce’s main office. It was empty since Bruce was already busy with cases and work. Jason took a deep breath and made a big effort to leave the papers in plain sight over the desk. He ran out as soon as the documents were placed in the study. With a last glance at the door he left the manor and took an airplane to Ethiopia.

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Bruce broke a thousand times over when he discovered both documents after Jason’s passing. A letter thanking him for everything. And what shattered his heart into million of pieces: a legal petition to revoke his adoption. 

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Fast forward a couple of years later, Jason indeed returns to life but stays with LoA and Talia. Where Jason is the Red Hooded Ninja and doesn’t return to Gotham or seeks vengeance. 

#He’s just Damian’s brother #Jason Todd #alternate universe #I felt angsty today #I'm sorry Jason #writing prompt #bad writing won this time -.- #feel free to take the idea #AU #AU where Jason doesn't return to the batfamily #jason todd angst #batfamily angst