@bruciemilf Batcat with baby Dick
“You're getting sloppy,” Selina greeted Bruce from the couch.
She liked to surprise the bat and sneak into his house. But it got too easy when the owner of the house left a back window open for her.
"Selina? What are you doing here?" the billionaire asked, having the audacity to look surprised. Here, a woman disappeared for a few months, and she was immediately forgotten.
She stood up, walking over to him and putting her arms around his neck, "Well, it's Christmas Eve. I've come to unwrap my present."
Selina was the first to acknowledge that she and Bruce didn't have a typical relationship. Heck, even saying they were in a relationship was an exaggeration: they played chasing each other, between the roofs and at galas, both wearing different masks, pathological liars who had recognized each other.
They couldn't be together, not when they had such different morals and both were too stubborn to back down.
Such a pity. For those lips, she would have abandoned anything. It would have taken so little to be happy, but Selina supposed that some people weren't made for happiness.
Bruce gently pushed her away, "Selina, now is not the time."
"Are you afraid your butler won't approve?" she teased him, her arms still around his neck.
Bruce pursed his lips, "It's not him I worry about."
"So how about we screw up this couch and..."
A small voice interrupted her, "Bruce? Who is with you?"
Selina's eyes widened. Standing by the door was a kid in Superman pajamas, messy black hair, and bleary blue eyes. He looks like a miniature Bruce.
Bruce seemed to suddenly age ten years, "Selina, this is Dick. Dick, she's...my friend."
Friend seemed a lot better than she is a criminal I occasionally have sex with, but Selina was still too shocked that Bruce Wayne, emotionally stunted and with more trauma than scars, had a child and she didn't know it.
"Do you have a son?" finally the woman blurted out, genuinely surprised.
"Why are you so surprised? Haven't you read the newspapers?"
"I've been busy," she said evasively. Selina hadn't been in Gotham for months, keeping herself off the radar of people she'd pissed off. She had stayed out of trouble long enough not to make the bat suspicious.
Who would have guessed that Selina was the least of his thoughts?
"Did the mother sue you for alimony? That's why he lives with you now?"
"No, his...his parents...the ropes snapped and they...they didn't make it."
Oh. Oh.
The boy had lost his parents, like Bruce. That's why the man welcomed him. Bruce had seen himself in the boy.
She pulled away from Bruce and smiled at Dick. First impressions mattered.
Dick looked at her warily, "She doesn't look like a friend to me."
"Why do you say that?"
"You look like a thief."
She laughed. Smart boy. Selina told him conspiratorially, "Don't worry. I only steal from those who deserve it."
The boy cocked his head, "Like Robin Hood?"
"Just like him."
"Wow!" he exclaimed, his wondering look making her laugh.
"Does Bruce deserve it?" Dick asked.
Selina hummed, "The only thing I want to steal from him...is his heart."
Behind her, she heard Bruce begin to breathe again. Seriously, who did he take her for? She wasn't that shameless.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Dick seemed genuinely concerned about his new guardian.
"Oh yeah, it hurts a lot. If you want it, go for it. Take a risk. Don't always play it safe or you'll die wondering."
Urgh, she was getting sentimental. It was the fault of the holidays. She used to get corny at Christmas.
Dick blinked, but before he asked any more potentially awkward questions - or something that would force either of them, god forbid, to talk about feelings - Bruce interjected, "Selina came to say hello. She's leaving now."
“She can't stay?” Dick almost begged.
"She seems nice."
"You have to go to sleep or Santa won't come," Bruce reminded him calmly, the softest voice she'd ever heard him use. Fatherhood suited him.
"But I want to see Santa Claus!"
"Well," Selina chimed in.
"We could wait for him together. What do you think?"
"Really?"
"I could tell you a story while we wait."
Dick nodded vigorously and flung himself onto the couch. Bruce looked at her as if she'd helped Poison Ivy escape Arkham.
Selina sat down next to the overexcited boy, and started rubbing his head. She spoke softly, "You know, even at your age, I was waiting for Santa to come. My mom and I used to make him cookies, putting a lot of chocolate chips in them..."
Selina had never had the luxury of believing in Santa Claus, and sure as hell her mother had never baked cookies.
But the beauty of stories was that they didn't necessarily have to be true to be told. Within half an hour, Dick was asleep on her lap, and Bruce was staring at her in amazement.
"How did you do?"
"He was already tired," Selina explained to him.
"I just had to create the right atmosphere for him to fall asleep. Plus, kittens love it when I give them head scratches."
Bruce snorted, "He's not a kitten."
"You're right. He's a baby bat."
The man shook his head, "He's got too much color in him to be a bat. No, Dick is a bird. He's built to fly much higher than me."
The thief looked at him pityingly, "Oh, Bruce. Birds are fragile creatures."
"I know. Probably, I'll ruin him. But maybe…maybe I can learn to be more human, for Dick."
Selina teased him, "The big bat is getting softer."
"Maybe," was all Bruce answered. He took the sleeping boy by the arm, looking at Selina, "Dick comes first."
"Got it. The child comes first. What about me?"
"You..."
She laughed, "I was kidding, silly. I would never get between a single parent and his child."
"Selina...Dick comes first, but I wouldn't mind if you too...come to visit him more often."
"Are you asking me to be his cat mom?" Selina asked half jokingly and half seriously.
"If you want."
"Mhm...I will think about it."
It wasn't a no. For now, it would have been enough for both of them.
Selina gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and like a teenager on a first date she whispered in his ear, "If you want to come looking for me without the kid, you know where to find me."
Selina left much the same way she had arrived, in a whiff of subtle perfume and mischief, feeling her heart heavy and her mind full of what-ifs.
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Ghost Kitten
A/N: I got fascinated with the idea of Danny being Selina's son and then during work this sort of idea formed in my head.
Danny wasn't supposed to know yet. Jack had it all prepared for when Danny would get to learn about this. But this, this was not how Danny was supposed to learn about his origins yet. Jack Fenton wasn't sure how to react, so he ended up possible reacting in the worst way possible if he judged it by the way his sweet little boy was looking at them.
Jack tried to remember where it went wrong. Jazz had come to them, told them Danny wanted to have an important talk. That it was so important that she needed both of them to focus on him seriously. It had worried Maddie and him at first and when they sat down on the couch facing their children they weren't sure what to expect. But then his boy told him about the accident he had in the lap, about how things changed even asking them if they ever noticed how Danny's behaviours changed.
Jack had to admit then, that he hadn't really noticed and it made his mouth taste like dirt. He didn't like where this was going. He saw how his children exchanged a glance and then his sweet boy told them the truth and Jack could feel the horror overtaking his entire mind. The accident had changed Danny even worse.
He couldn't help but remember a term he had last heard long ago before his collage years even. Meta Human. His son had become a Meta human with ghost based powers and had kept it a secret from them for so long. Jack didn't know how to react then and still didn't know now. All he could think about were the horrors he had put his sweet little son through. All the times he had offhandedly said he would tear him apart molecule by molecule. In how much fear did his son have to live until he gathered enough courage to tell them, most likely only because Jazz was there to support him?
Jack didn't want to imagine it anymore. All he wanted was to hug his little boy and tell him that everything would be okay but before he could do anything. Maddie, his until then wonderful, wife told them something in return they had an agreement over when to tell them.
"You're adopted. You are not my child."
Until then Jack had always thought Maddie loved Danny just as much as he did but as he locked at his wife and saw the steely coldness flickering in them with distress. He wasn't so sure anymore. Torn between being angry at Maddie for the first time after so long and wanting to comfort his boy, Jack could do nothing but sat frozen as his beloved family broke apart before his eyes.
Suddenly Maddie and Jazz got into a headed argument, Danny was starting to draw into himself, making himself smaller watching his mother and sister fight. Until Maddie stormed out fo the room. Jazzie gave him a challenging look but Jack didn't know what to say so instead, what he had planned to tell his son when he turned 18 he was going to tell him now.
"Danny you know how we have barely any contact with family from my side? There is a reason behind it. But the important part here is that the only one I do keep sort of contact with is my fourth cousin and even that is nothing more than a couple messages ever few months."
"And what does that have to do with Danny?" Jazz pressed on while his little boy finally got the courage to look up at him.
"Dann-no, I need for you to now that no matter what you are or what I am going to tell you, you are my little boy, my son." Jack did everything he could to stare reassuringly at his boy and smiled once he saw him smile just a little too, he was most likely relieved that he was taking the news better than his mother.
"About 16 year ago, my fourth cousin contacted me out of the blue, till then we had only exchanged a couple of words and theories and projects. But that time was different. She was panicked, unsure and distressed. I don't know the specifics, all she told me was that she had gotten pregnant with a child from a fling who she wasn't sure wanted a relationship with or not and that she couldn't take care of a child in a city as dangerous as where she lived."
Understanding dawned on his daughter's face and Jack smiled fondly, Jazzie-pants had always been a smart cookie. "She didn't want to put the baby into her system, nor let a stranger take care of it. So she asked me and the moment I saw the little baby the first time. I knew he would be my son no matter what or how long she would want for me to take care of him."
Danny blinked wide eyed at Jack as finally his boy also understood what he was telling him. "Technically you are my fifth cousin, but I would prefer for you to stay my son for as long as you want."
He left his children after telling Danny the truth of his origin. Jack new he would love his son no matter what he was or his reaction towards the truth of his origins. Still he hoped this would not tear his family apart and that it would only take a day or two for Maddie to cool off for things to go back to an adjusted normal. Jack mused that he would have to diele back on the ghost ripping comments, he wouldn't want for his little boy to live in fear in their own house.
That what he thought until he saw his wife stewing in their bedroom, muttering about theories and how their boy wasn't their boy. He knew his wife, and dearly loved her. But it was because he knew her that he did the next thing he felt like regretting the next moment.
Danny is no longer safe with us. - J
He didn't get an answer from his cousin and the next morning he knew why. He did expect for her to want to remove Danny from their care, but he did not expect her to visit him with barely any time delay the next day.
All he could do was to stare and watch as Selina appeared on his doorstep with a man that was glaring at him and Jack might have only seen in magazines before, asking if she could meet her boy and how much he had already told Danny about his birth. And when he saw his baby boy's reaction to the two he wanted to do nothing more than hug and cuddle his little boy but once again, he got beaten to it by his fourth cousin.
His poor boy looked so unsure when Selina hugged him that Jack really wanted to take him away again, but he had no other choice, if he wanted to ensure his boy's safety.
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