#mrs.wayne

[kaleidoscopewritings19]

Title: Having Relations

Pairing(s): Bruce Wayne x Female Reader

Warning(s): SMUT!!! MINORS DNI! 18+ only!

One of my first smuts, please don’t hate 😭

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It was quiet throughout Wayne Manor, not a single sound could be heard through the home. Damian, Tim, Dick and Jason were hanging out with friends. Alfred was out for the weekend, and that left you and Bruce all alone.

Lately, the two of you have been too busy to spend time together, let alone it being ‘alone time’. That’s why you’re upstairs doing your hair and makeup. At this point, you look like you could be on the cover of Playboy. Your hair was curled in big curls, and your makeup looked like it had been done by a professional.

You fixed the last few strands of hair, and put on a little bit of Bruce’s favorite color of lipstick. You puckered at the mirror, and looked at yourself.

You were wearing a black push-up bra and a pair of black panties. Then you put on a silk robe to cover up with, until you went down to Bruce’s study. A black pair of loubotin heels tied the entire outfit together. As you were walking out the door, you remembered how much Bruce loved Ralph Lauren’s Romance perfume on you.

Quickly you sprayed it all over and dabbed it onto your wrists and neck. After you gave one last look in the mirror, you walked down the long stair case. Before you walked into the study, you adjusted your breasts so they were perky and held up just enough.

You peered around the doorway, and Bruce was sitting at his desk with his reading glasses on. He was sipping on some bourbon, and his attention was completely devoted to whatever paperwork he was looking at.

When Bruce didn’t notice you, you walked up behind him and laid your head on his back. “Hey, doll.” He said quietly, and you breathed in his scent.

“Need a refill?” You asked, and he held up the glass. “Yes. That would be great.” He replied, and you walked over to the liquor cabinet.

Slowly, you poured the liquid into the glass with ice. You walked back behind Bruce, and handed him the glass. He mumbled a quiet: ‘thank you’, and not once did he look back.

You walked over to the front of his desk and stood there, waiting for him to notice. Once he looked up, you smiled. Bruce took his glasses off, “Already going to bed, darling?” He asked, and you shook your head.

Biting your bottom lip, you untied the silk robe, and let it slide down your *almost* naked body. Bruce smiled, “What are you doing?” He asked, and you sat down on the couch in front of him.

You spread your legs just a little bit so he could a glimpse of what he had been missing. Bruce’s cheeks turned red, “The boys and Alfred are all going to be gone for a while. So I figured we could have fun.” You said as you played with your bra strap. “We could have fun like we use to, Mr. Wayne…”

After you said that, Bruce’s eyes darkened. He sat his glasses down, and stood up from his chair. Slowly, he made his way over to you, but you stood up to meet him halfway. His eyes scanned your entire body, “You’re so sexy, Mrs.Wayne.” He whispered as his hand caressed your cheek.

Bruce titled your jaw back so he could kiss your lips. His tongue grazed your bottom lip, and he grabbed your ass. When you let out a gasp, he pushed his tongue into your mouth. He brought his hand down to your neck, and his hand gently rested there.

His other hand cupped your cheek, and his thumb ran over your bottom lip. “You’re so gorgeous.” He whispered as he looked into your eyes.

“I need you Bruce.” You whispered back and his hands slowly dragged your bra straps down your shoulders, revealing your breasts.

Bruce gently pinched your nipple, and began kissing you from your chin, to your neck, and all the way down to the middle of your chest. He made his way down to your navel, and now he was where your panties were.

You breathing was shaky, and he looked up at you. “You smell so good, Y/N. Are you wearing that perfume I got you?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Good girl.” He whispered, as he pulled down your panties, revealing your wet pussy. The cold air made you gasp, and Bruce didn’t waste a minute. He had you pushed down onto to the couch and spread your legs, and placed them over his shoulders.

His fingers ran through your wet slit, “Already so wet for me, Mrs. Wayne.” His tongue delved straight in. Bruce sucked on your clit, making you jump, but his hands held down your hips.

His tongue lapped up all of your juices; he moaned as he ate you out. “So delicious, baby.” He said before going back to work.

You were so close to coming, but you pulled him up to your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue, but you were ready for him.

Next thing you knew, Bruce was on top of you. But you took control and flipped him over. He smiled at your dominance, “Are you taking control baby?” He asked.

All you could do was smile. You tore open his shirt revealing his toned abs; you sunk to your knees on the floor. You licked from his chest down to abs, leaving hickies on the way down.

Bruce began to unbuckle his pants, revealing the thick line from his cock. You were already drooling, at the outline of his cock, so you took it upon yourself to reach into his pants and pull it out.

Precum was already dripping from his tip. Before you could get your mouth around him, Bruce pulled you up, “No, I want to feel you.” He pulled you up onto his lap, and you aligned yourself with his thick cock.

You gently started to lower yourself onto him, and Bruce let out a groan. “You feel so good, baby.” After a few minutes of riding him, Bruce flipped you down on your stomach, and began to fuck you from behind.

He gave your ass a slap, leaving a red hand print. The sounds of skin slapping together filled the entire room. You moaned with every thrust, and it encouraged Bruce to keep going.

His thumb rubbed your clit, and you were a moaning mess. “I’m about to cum…” you whined and Bruce stopped.

“Not yet princess.” He said and he flipped you onto your back. “What a pretty pussy…” he said before pushing his cock back into you.

You couldn’t hold it back any longer, your juices coated his cock, and you finally released all over him. Bruce groaned as he came all inside you, coating your insides.

Bruce pulled out of you, and grabbed the blanket lying across the couch. He covered your naked body and laid down next to you. “We need to make more time for this.” He said and you laughed.

“How about every weekend?” You asked, and he looked over and smiled at you. “Do you have it in you to go another round?” He asked, and you smiled brightly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “We better hurry before the-”

“Mom? Father? We’re home!” You heard Damian call out and you rested your head on Bruce’s shoulder. He caressed your shoulder, “It’s not too late to jump out the window and go get in the Benz, and go rent a hotel room.” He said, and footsteps approached the study.

“Boys, don’t come in—-”

Damian flung the door open, “Mom, Dad, Jason is a complete and total— why are you guys laying like that? Why are there clothes all over the floor? Are you guys okay?”

Jason walked in after him and covered his eyes, “OH MY GOD! DAMIAN, THEY’RE HAVING RELATIONS YOU MORON!”

Damian turned pale, “Oh…oh my…” he covered his eyes, and turned to run. But he ran into the wall next to the door, knocking himself out.

“Damian!” You sat up with the blanket wrapped around your body.

Jason grabbed Damian by the arm and dragged him out of the room. The door slammed behind them, and you looked down at Bruce. “I think we scarred Damian…” you whispered and Bruce chuckled.

“He needs to learn how to knock.”

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I hope you guys enjoyed this… this was one of my first times writing smut, so please don’t hate on it too much. ☠️😂

#bruce wayne x reader #the batman x reader #christian bale #batmom #bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayne x batmom #batman

[charlotteking23]

Can you make a Batmom story where she gets kidnapped and brainwashed by the joker?

YOU'RE STILL IN MY HEART!

She opened her eyes feeling the bright light hit her. She looked around for a second taking in her surroundings, she was definitely in a hospital because of the hideous clothes she was wearing and all the tubes and sorts. She saw two kids sitting on the chairs sleeping peacefully.

She slowly got out of bed, gently walking towards one of the boys. Shaking his shoulder, suddenly he woke up and gazed at his mother. "Mom, are you okay, how are you? wait no you need to get back into bed," she was confused about why on earth this boy called me her mom. "Umm, sweetie I am not your mother and actually where are your parents?" What the fuck was Dick's face at this moment. Did his mother just forget who he was, panicked he woke up Damian. "What do you- UMMI are you okay, I was so worried". But to his surprise, she just stared at him.

She called the nurse and asked for the children to be taken to their real parents, but the nurse only said to wait a moment and returned with a man. Y/N was relieved but for the wrong reason, "Excuse me sir, but your kids keep calling me mom and I don't find that appropriate". Now Bruce was even more confused, "Honey what are you talking about?" Moving closer to her only for her to step back. She claimed she didn't know who he was, Bruce tried to explain that they were married and these were their kids Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. But all she said was why would I name my child Dick? this made Dick not happy and refused to say anything after this humiliation.

They took her to Wayne Manor where she was astonished that she even lived here. Alfred had hoped for Mrs.Wayne to be alright but was hurt by the discovery of her loss of memory. Their children especially Jason wanted to take revenge on the Joker but because of Batman no killing rule he couldn't kill him but theirs no rule for torture.

Bruce decided that he would sleep in the guest room tonight till his wife was comfortable. Jason volunteered to take to her room, helping her up the stairs to her room. Jason didn't take the news well, he was always a mama boy and would always say he loved mom more than dad (it was true).

A few hours later it was time for dinner usually Y/N would ask how everyone's day was but she just sat in silence playing with her food. It was awkward, to say the least, Tim felt all emotions when looking at his mother but was especially sad she didn’t even glance at him or care he was drinking coffee at night in front of her. But to everyone's dismay, she left sitting on the couch staring off into the distance. Guys, why don't we show her some pictures and tapes of us together, she will surely remember, Damian had said to bring our hopes up. It was worth the shot, Bruce exclaimed getting up along with Alfred to get everything ready.

They set up everything with the utmost perfection, they all gather around the TV ready to show their mom everything.

Dick was the first one to show. "Good morning everyone it is currently 7:30 am, and we're here to wake up little dickie for his 11th birthday", his mother said next to her was his dad. "Honey, he's the only one who was probably watching this-" only to be interrupted by his wife shushing him. Bruce aimed the camera towards their son laying their drooling on his pillow. "Alright, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" They screamed together only to cause Dick to fall off his bed and onto the floor but he quickly recovered hugging his parents and blowing out his candles. "What did you wish for Dick?" Y/N asked, hoping her son would give some hints, but he kept his mouth shut, stuffing himself with the chocolate cake. "Best birthday Ever!!" Dick said with a toothy grin with cake all over his mouth.

Seeing this brought very vague memories but it was very slowly coming back. It looked so perfect, they were so perfect. Bruce looks over at his wife seeing something spark within her deciding to move on to Jason's video.

Batmom was holding the camera with excitement all over her face. "Can you believe this, it's my baby bird's first Prom" Suddenly she started crying like a child not ready to let him go. Jason hugged his mother wearing a fancy black suit with his hair styled nicely looking like a prince. "Mom, don't cry I will always be your baby bird no matter what", trying to calm his mother down by rubbing her shoulders. "You better keep your promise," Y/N said in a threatening tone. She took many pictures of Jason and his date together before they were off in the limo. Their Y/N was hand in hand with her husband reciting all their Prom memories together sharing heartfelt laughs.

It was Tim's graduation video next, It shows Y/N and Bruce holding flowers and a poster saying congratulations on getting out of school, with excited grins. Finally, Tim's name was called with honors only to be interrupted by his mother screaming and shouting that's my son! Tim had made valedictorian and boy was Y/N proud of her Timmy. She took many videos, silently remembering to brag about this to the other moms. Tim ended his speech with a final thank you to his parents, especially his mother. "Ohhh Bruce, did you hear that? he thanked me for his accomplishments," crying and sobbing at the same time. Many people turned around but the Bat family did not care with proud grins on their faces. Everyone later congratulated Tim with his mother repeatedly kissing his forehead and hugging him so tight.

Tim watched the video remembering everything that happened that day after they went to his favorite restaurant with a giant cake his mom ordered just for him. He couldn't hold back his tears and hugged his mom and to his surprise, she hugged him back just as tight with tears in her eyes.

next was Damian video, It was Christmas day, and all the children raced down the stairs to open their presents. It was also Damian first Christmas with the Bat-family. "Ok, kids since it is Damian's first Christmas with us he will open his presents first," Batmom said handing her son his first gift with an excited grin. Damian and the rest of the kids heard Meow Meow, Damian ripped to wrapping paper off the box opening it to find a cute small black kitty cat. Damian was ecstatic hugging his Ummi and father. "What are you going to name it?" Bruce said with a lace of curiosity in his voice. "I vote Demon spawn," Jason shouted only to receive a murderous glare from Damian. "I am going to name it Alfred the cat," Damian said. "I guess we have Alfred the first," Y/N said while pointing at Alfred who was sipping his tea. And Bruce finishes and says Alfred the second while holding the adorable cat.

All the kids looked over to see their mother crying with tears streaming down her eyes ruining her mascara not like she cared. All her babies ran to her including Bruce hugging her tight trying to stop the tears. "Oh kids, I remember and I am so sorry I have forgotten but looking at you all, you make me so proud." Now it wasn't just Y/N who was crying but everyone was even Alfred who shed a tear, "Come on Alfred join us," Y/N said pulling Alfred in the hug and not letting his reply. It was perfect, they were perfect no matter how chaotic her family gets they will always have each other no matter what.

#batfam x batmom #batfam x reader #batman #bruce wayne x reader #batmom #batmom imagine #batmom!reader #batmom imagines #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #damian al ghul #batman and robin #bruce wayne #bru

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Arranged verse, I want to see more Batman and Mrs.Wayne😔

There was a ridge that gave you a perfect view of the bridge. The juxtapositon of the edge of a stand of trees that had once been woods and swamp with the sprawl of the city and the harbor... it was a challenge, capturing that. But.

You liked a challenge sometimes. It gave you a way to fill the time. Not that anyone was going to care about your silly little paintings. But that was fine. It was nice to have something that was yours.

"It's dangerous out here," Batman said, frowning when you didn't turn.

"I don't think anyone would care very much if I went missing," you say practically. "The only reason it would matter is if my father wanted to get rid of someone else."

"Not even your husband-"

"I doubt it," you snort. There's no bitterness. Or sadness. It's all said as blandly as you'd point out that the sun rises in the east. The sun rises in the east, gravity is real, and no one would miss me. "I still don't know anything-"

"Do you want to know?"

"No."

Of course you don't, Bruce thought. If you know things you might have to do something about-

"I'm already in danger every time I step out my door. It would be easy for any of the families to use me- my death, maiming, or kidnapping, as a way to start a war. If I don't know anything they can't get information either."

Bruce stopped and peered over your shoulder. Letting your words penetrate. "How-"

"There are a set of rules," you explain. "Codes of conduct. Gentleman's agreements that are meant to keep people from behaving like complete animals." You do half turn then, "Just telling you these things exist could get me killed."

"What are they?"

"Wives are left out. Wives, daughters, and any son who isn't inheriting things. Thats first-

"Your husband isn't-"

"His family went legit, sure. But that doesn't mean there isn't dirty money in the vault still."

"Hn."

"I spent my summers working on preservation projects," you explain. "You can find a lot of things in Archives. Half the art in the manor was either stolen cheated for." You snort in spite of yourself. Not that it mattered, really but- there was something satisfying about knowing your husband didn't know that.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #arranged!verse 2.0 #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert

[anyathefandom]

As soon as Marshall started naming all of cam's good traits all I could think about how hilarious it would've been if Portia and the Ashford's were just like Mrs.wayne from a different world when she used to try and hype Kim up to Dwayne but we all know he wanted Whitley just like Trina wants Spencer.😂

#marshall ashford #trina robinson #cameron webber #spencer cassadine #portia robinson #general hospital

[ladyelissarose]

Warnings: So part 10 has a part 2 only because I wanted Chapter 11 to start perfectly on the drama. -oops.. no spoilers Rose! Anyways, this Chapter has nothing serious. Just clearing things up and opening them for the next ;)

“The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked”

Chp. 10 pt.2

  Y/n wrapped her legs around Bruce’s waist as she held him against her bare chest, they were working on catching their breaths after there moment of bliss. Their sweaty skin stuck to each other but they couldn’t care less. Bruce kissed the valley between her breasts and asked,

  “Are you ok baby?”

 He felt her arms wrap tighter around him as she confessed,

   “More than ok.. we could’ve been doing this so long ago if I had known.. how great you are.”

  He chuckled and blushed, 

  “you think I was great? But it was my first-“

   “You made it perfect.. you took care of me and made me feel comfortable and happy.. you make me happy baby.”

  He smiled and laid his head back down on her chest. He had tried so hard to hold on for her and to give her the best, it had hurt her for a little at first, and he kinda freaked out. But Y/n guided him and told him that was normal, it was something new for her body. But after a few moments of explaining how to prep her then how to proceed, he became a pro in seconds. He then got up to look at Y/n and said,

  “Let’s go clean up ok?”

  “ok”

 Bruce helped her into the bathroom and they took a quick shower, they then returned under the covers on the futon after they each put on clean boxers. Bruce loves seeing her with his boxers on, it just made him feel closer to her. They got comfortable under the blanket and Bruce asked,

  “you want to lay here for a couple of hours? We have until midnight to go out.”

   “yeah.. I just wanna be with you, hold you, feel you.. right here.”

   “ok love.. I’m here.”

  Bruce then moved them to where they were both on their sides and Bruce brought her close to his chest and Y/n tangled her legs with his. It was barely ‘10:15’ so they had a couple of hours of rest before having to go out. So they took a short nap together.

   Alfred’s POV

 Alfred has already returned from buying a tree, he made sure to find the best one then had them bring it to the Manor. They set it up for him as Alfred took out the lights and ornaments. Once they left he turned on the small recorder in the kitchen and let it play soft Christmas music in the background, and began to decorate the tree. Doing such brought back so many memories, like when he would assist Bruce’s mother, Martha, to put the tree together. It brought tears to his eyes as his chest warmed up at the flashback it gave him,

   *Flashback*

  “Alfred Alfred!! Mom wants us to put up the Christmas tree!! Come on! Come help us!”

  Martha had tried to engrave into Little Bruce’s head that to address Alfred as Mr.Pennyworth, but he never listened, especially because Alfred said it was ok.  So Bruce ran up to Alfred happily as he tugged on his vest begging him to follow him to the living room where his mother was. Alfred nodded yes and let himself be practically dragged to the living room. Martha chuckled at the sight and said,

   “Bruce Thomas Wayne, let go of poor Mr.Pennyworth’s vest! You can ruin it-“

  “Don’t worry Mrs.Wayne, he’s alright.”

  Alfred chimed in, Bruce still let go and tried to fixed his now wrinkled vest with his little hands, but nonetheless smiled and went on to say,

  “Can you carry me to put the star on?”

  “Of course son, come here little man.”

 During the time Thomas Wayne, Bruce’s father, was busy running campaigns and attending meetings for his upcoming run for Mayor. So that day he wasn’t around, making Alfred the man of the house for the day, or for the days Thomas wasn’t around. But Alfred was never bothered by it, it only made him more protective over the Wayne’s. So Alfred picked up little Bruce. Bruce took a few minutes to adjust the star on the tree, it hurt Alfreds arms just a little to be holding him up so high for quite a while, but he never complained. Once Bruce was content he let Alfred know to put him down, which Alfred was more than happy to do as he put him down gently. The minute Bruce’s feet touched the floor he turned around and hugged Alfreds legs and he thanked him,

  “Thank you Alfred!! Merry Christmas.”

  “Merry Christmas Bruce.”

 Alfred mirrored the true and genuine smile Bruce held, his little blue-grayish eyes were almost swallowed by his little pupils that were so dilated at the moment. He was happy, innocent, and complete, not afraid of anything. He had his family. And that was the last Christmas they had after that.’

  *End of flashback*

 Alfred held the star in his hands, as he looked at his now decorated tree proudly, he decided that he would leave the star for Y/n and Bruce to put up together, so he went to his office and grabbed a small piece of paper and wrote a small note for Y/n. He went back to the living area and set the star down by the tree on a table with the note next to it. Just as he was going to prepare some warm tea the clock chimed ‘11:30’

   ‘Oh it’s almost time for them to go, let me go see if they need help.’

Y/n’ POV

  Y/n’s watch beeped loudly waking them up, she had set it for ‘11:30’. Bruce shook awake and sat up slowly while stretching, he smiled at Y/n who was now laying under him holding a shy but happy smile. He bent down his head and pecked her lips,

  “Let’s get ready baby, come on.”

  “ok..”

 He gave Y/n her bra to put on and he picked out the thickest sweats and sweatshirt to wear under her suit. He remembered how cold it would be on winter nights in Gotham. He handed them to her and helped her slip her feet through the legs of the pants as she put on her sweatshirt. As he began to get on his sweats they heard the elevator ding. Bruce without second thought stood in front of Y/n shielding her, but went at ease when he saw Alfred coming out, so they both greeted him in sync,

   “Evening Alfred”

  “Evening you two.. is there a way I can help?”

  Bruce nodded yes as he approached Y/n’s mannequin, 

   “Could you help us put this on Y/n?”

  Alfred was confused for a moment before asking,

   “I thought you two tried that out- oh.”

  He then quickly realized what had gone down at focusing on the purple mark Bruce had right under his ear and how both of them had a mess of their hairs, and how their cheeks began to paint themselves a bright shade of red, he put two in two together and figured out what had happened. But of course he didn’t push it. He gestured for Y/n to come to him as Bruce hurriedly began to take the suit off the mannequin.

   “Alright dear, these sweats have to go under the suit, first to keep you warm and to protect your body more. We are going to start with the pants ok?”

   “Ok.”

 Y/n stood still as she waited for Bruce to hand her her pants, once she got them she began to slip them on. Bruce got on his knees and helped her put one leg into each pant leg, not letting the sweats ride up inside the pants. Y/n held onto Alfred’s shoulders so she could balance herself easier. After the pants went on they went to the chest plated vest. It went over her head and Bruce began to show her with his hands how to put it together as Alfred voiced the instructions,

   “Alright dear, the front, back, and sides click onto the pant belt, keeping it all put together, making it into one suit. We pull these straps on the sides to tighten it around your waist and chest. But we’ll let you adjust the top part,”

  Alfred didn’t want Bruce to apply to much pressure to her top chest, hurting her breasts. Bruce was still kinda innocent and not realizing that her breasts are sensitive and can’t be strapped tightly behind a suit like his chest could. But that’s why Alfred was there to assist. So he let her do it herself until she was confident that it was tight enough but still ok and not hurting her. Alfred nodded his head approvingly,

  “Perfect, let’s get your boots on.”

  Bruce helped Y/n onto the desk as Alfred brought her boots to her. He began to explain,

   “So with the boots, we tuck the pants into the boots, and we make sure to tuck the laces inside the boot too. Making sure they don’t come out and trip you over.”

  Y/n did exactly as Alfred explained to the ‘T’, once she finished Bruce came with the gadgets as he said,

  “These knives go strapped around your boot, they usually come in handy when fists aren’t enough. And this taser goes on your leg as well, and the stun gun on on your belt. Emergency button will be on your belt too, to the right side.”

  Once she placed each one in their place she slid off the desk and stood up, 

  “What’s next?”

  “These gloves dear, but first you need to wear the wraps, giving your knuckles more coverage, then put the gloves on.”

  Bruce then decided,

  “I think I’ll go as Batman tonight, I just have a feeling I might need to.. maybe next time we’ll go as ‘drifters’.”

  “I thought the same Bruce, go ahead and get started.”

  Bruce began to get dressed into his suit as Alfred guided her to putting on the rest of the suit, making sure it was on perfectly, he then went for the mask.

  “You won’t have the same mask as Bruce, your mask will cover from your nose down. But you will wear a hoodie to shield your head.”

  Y/n put her hair in a quick french braid and tucked into her suit.

  Alfred handed Y/n the mask and she placed it on as he pulled the hoodie out of the neck of her suit, putting over her head. It hovered perfectly and right over her eyes, He sighed in contentment,

   “This is turning out better than I expected, oh, and you need these lens for your eyes, it might hurt at first but it’ll be fine afterwards.”

   He handed her the lens and she placed them on her eyes, she then asked,

  “Is this ok”

 Alfred nodded yes,

  “More than ok.. look Bruce.”

  She turned around to face a now suited Bruce, and his jaw just about dropped, she looked so.. good.

   ‘Why do I look like a creep and she gets to look like a warrior goddess? Nonetheless woah..’

  “It’s perfect.. are you sure you still want to do this?”

  Y/n shook her head as she spoke through the mask,

  “I’m more than sure Bruce.”

  Bruce then realized what was missing, he grabbed the black smudge he had just used before putting on his cowl and walked to her, he put some on his gloved fingers and addressed her to close her eyes,

   “Close you eyes,”

  She closed them tightly as Bruce rubbed the black smudge around her eyes carefully, once he got an approving look from Alfred he stood back and said,

  “I think we’re ready.”

  “I think so too.”

 Alfred suggested,

  “Take the Batmobile tonight, it’s too cold for the bike. And please be safe, Y/n if you ever feel too overwhelmed you can call me, I’ll come get you. Don’t hesitate.”

   “Thank you Alfred, I’ll let you know..”

  “Alright then, you two be safe.”

  “”Thankyou.””

 Alfred sent her a goodbye as he walked them to the Batmobile. Y/n got in quickly, first because she was cold, but second because she was scared out of her mind.

   ‘God is this stupid? No, no.. it’s not.. the more I can do the better, people need help, I need to find Saunders, and I want to see this RedHood face to face.. I can do this.. I think I got this dad.. I’m doing this for you and Y/b/n.’

   Her thoughts were interrupted at the sound of Bruce’s door closing, she watched as Alfred began to step away from the Batmobile walking to the elevator then going up. Bruce took her hands in his large one as he saw them shake a little,

  “Baby look at me.”

  Y/n locked her eyes with his eyes that shone so brightly through the black smudge that covered his eyes, he then went on to say,

  “You don’t have to do this, I mean it. But if you want to, just know that I’m with you,”

  They then both said in sync,

 “”From dusk till dawn, I’ll be there for you, till the end, and even then, my ghost will be with you, to protect and watch over you.””

  Her eyes watered as they said their promise to each other, Bruce pulled her mask down as placed a sweet chaste kiss to her lips, he then gently pulled it back up. 

   “Remember, you cant say my name, I’m Chief, Batman, Bats, or B to you. And I’ll address you as Shadow, or... grey, sense your suit is grey. Ok?”

  “Ok.. should we have a code name in case we’re in danger or such? Like what if we can’t reach our emergency buttons or something?”

  Bruce thought for a second but agreed,

  “You’re right, what should we have?”

  Y/n looked around but couldn’t think of anything, that was until she remembered the bats that hung on the top of the Batcave, but decided to go after another name as her mind thought of Christmas all of sudden, she then found it.

   “Robin... I like the code name Robin.”

 Bruce found out he liked it too, it was short and perfect.

   “Robin it is, just remember it ok?”

  “I will.”

  Once they felt they were ready Bruce put the address down on the GPS system he had built in that lead them to Saunders old property, he then turned on the engine letting the Batmobile roar to life, he began to back out and before they knew it they were on the streets. Gotham City welcomed them with a slight snowfall, not to heavy. Y/n looked out the window and loved how the darkest city shined a little brighter with Christmas lights. She began to feel more calm and ready, prepared. Fear still made her heart pump faster, but that only gave her the drive she needed. Especially with Bruce by her side, the man she had grown to love and cherish dearly, she knew he wouldn’t let her down.

Bruce also felt uneasy and was debating if it was a mistake presenting the idea to her, but he turned his head to right and saw how Y/n sat there in peace but at the same time some calm vigor. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her, in every way. She was his love, anchor, partner, and best friend. From the first time of seeing her, Bruce knew they would get along well, they held the same passion and she was trustworthy, wise, and undeniably strong. As well as a super soft, respectful, and sweet person. She understood when Bruce needed space and when he needed her almost on top of him. She read him well when he couldn’t speak. And after bonding like they did tonight.. there was no way on earth Gotham could take her back, she was his.. and he was hers.

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Don't Do That(Smut)

The Batman(2022)

Summary-you no longer can be Bruces scout now that you're pregnant, but after a few months he seems to have found a new partner which causes tension when you see how infatuated he seems to be with her but after seeing him get blown up and not returning for hours it causes you to worry

Warnings- language, bombs, murder, worried reader, insecurity, pregnancy sex, sex in a hospital, oral( f receiving), p in v, angst, breeding kink

*WILL NOT follow most events of The Batman*

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"You're so pretty."  The man touched your face and you looked away.

"Y/n you need to look at him, I need to know his name." The Batman's voice rings in your ear and you roll your eyes. You look back at the man and force a smile.

  "How much for me to spend a night with you?" He asks and places a hand on your thigh making your breath hitch. Batman had said a name but you didn't care, all you did was stand up and leave immediately.

"Stop! Y/n there's still one more!" He says in the earpiece.

"I cant do this anymore." You say and enter the bathroom. "Bruce I'm not doing it." You say and look into the mirror.

  "Just one last guy." He says and stares at you through the screen. You tug at the end of your braids and place a hand on your belly.

"Im pregnant." You say and immediately take out the contacts and earpiece.

"Wait wh-."

  You began to make your way out of the club ignoring any man or woman trying to get your attention. You grabbed your coat and shrugged it on and left the club. You hailed a cab and had them take you just a few blocks away from Wayne Manor.

"Thank you." You say and slide them a tip. You barley got a walk in before a familiar black car pulled up next to you and the window rolled down.

"Get in the car." You hear his voice.

"I need to walk."

"Y/n." He says sternly and you look at him and sigh. He stops and you open the car door and sit down. Bruce slid the cowl off and brought two fingers under your chin and tugged it. "Why didn't you tell me? I would've never sent you in there."

  "I didn't know how you would react and I know how much you needed the information."

"That doesn't matter anymore, now lets go home and talk ok." He says and leans down and kisses you.

-

You remember it vividly on why you stopped scouting for him and right now you really wished you didn't. But a pregnant woman is a huge turn off to a lot of men and the club probably would've never let you in.

  But right now, the only reason you wished you wouldn't have stopped is because you now see Bruce replaying a video of a beautiful, thin, woman in what it seems like the Iceberg Lounge.

  "She's beautiful." You say which startled Bruce he then looked you up and down to take in your attire. You were wearing an all black dress along with a coat, some diamond jewelry, and flats.

"You're not going." He says and heard the elevator ding revealing Alfred.

"Yes I am, Bruce we have to keep up with our appearances."

"Pretty." Says Alfred as he sees the screen and you nod in agreement.

"I know right." You say bluntly and Alfred catches on but Bruce just looks away.

"Mrs.Wayne is right Mr. Wayne, but at least its both of you going out and not just Mrs.Wayne this time." He says and walks closer. "And I know there is a reason you even want to go."

"The Riddler might be there." He says makes sure he has everything.

"Bruce where are your cuff links?" You ask and he looks down and shrugs "Didn't find them."

  "That can't be." Says Alfred and starts to remove his Wayne Cuff links. You take a look back at the screen and sigh.

"I'll wait by the cars." You announce and walk away.

"You better not mess that up Mr. Wayne." Bruce looked at him and shakes his head.

"I would never think of doing that." He says and starts walking away.

"Well it seems like the woman on the screen has caught your attention and your dear wife has noticed."

"She hasn't, she's just a partner, temporally. And that's all." He says and leaves Alfred down there.

Bruce makes it down to the cars to see you leaning against the wall taking deep breaths and rubbing your belly.

"You Alright?" He asks and places hand on your belly and smiled softly when the baby kicked against his hand.

"Ya, baby is kicking pretty hard." Bruce removes his hand and reaches behind you to grab the keys to the old Corvette. He opens the door for you and helped you sit down. He made his way to his own seat and began the car. The drive began and Bruce noticed how your knees were faced away from him. He knows you. You were definitely feeling something.

"Whats wrong?" He asked breaking the silence. You side eyes him and shrugged.

"Nothing." Bruce sighed and reached over to gently grab your chin and turn your face to him.

"Darling, you can tell me." You looked down at you hands.

"Am I pretty?" Bruce seemed taken a back by your question before grabbing your hand.

  "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, why would you doubt yourself?"

  "The woman on the screen back at the cave, you looked at her the same way you looked at me when we first met, and ever since this baby." You rub your belly through the fabric. "You haven't looked at me like that in a long time." You let go of his hand and went back to your previous position of looking out the window.

  Bruce couldn't find the words. Luckily they arrived at the funeral. The police were moving all the guests around, one gestured for Bruce to follow him to pull up. You both looked around, seeing all the people who supported and loved the Riddler, it was sickening almost how people support that man. Bruce placed the car in park and opened the door. He looped around and opened you and held out a hand to pull you up.

He held his arm out and you looped an arm through it. As you waited for the valet to grab the keys, the screams of the paparazzi to get you or Bruce to turn around was all that could be heard. A fancy black limo pulled up. The door opened revealing the infamous Penguin, then followed by Carmine Falcone. Bruce watched them intently, almost glaring until Carmine held his hand out and a black heeled boot steeped out. Bruce had un looped your arms and started walking towards them, leaving you there confused.

"Bruce?" You went up the steps carefully, holding onto the railing to prevent you from falling against the concrete. Just as you were about to reach him, two of Falcone's men stopped you, immediately pushing you back making you stumble. They kept a grip on your arm but it soon ceased when Bruce’s large frame came into view.

"Don't touch her." Bruce was shoving them back with all his might until Falcone himself came over.

"Hey watch it fellas, this is the royal couple of the city, along with their bun in the oven." He glances down at your belly and Bruce settles in to hold you close against his side, Falcones eyes flickered between Bruce's face and yours and chucked. "Kid you are damn lucky she has a pretty face and probably had a beautiful body before the baby." He leaned closer to Bruce and grabbed his arm, and spoke low but you could still hear him. "After that baby she's never going to be the same."

  You scoffed and pushed away from Bruce and continued up the steps. Bruce tried to grab your hand but it slipped through as you got farther away, eventually entering the building. As you went to find a seat, the feeling of having to use the bathroom came. You saw the sign pointing to the restroom and sped walked towards it. You had gotten through using the bathroom and washing your hands when screams and a loud crash was heard.

  You bolted out the door to see a car crashed into the wall. Police had their guns held up, screaming at whoever to get out of the car. Bruce stood up and began looking around for you. When he saw you, you were already on your way to him. "What happened? Are you ok?" You ask him and brush off his coat.

  "I was looking for you then this car came crashing in." Bruce seemed to check you over before turning back to the scene. "You need to go home." He watched as someone came out of the car.

Gil Colson. 

Bruce had overheard the police saying he was missing. There was a bomb strapped to his neck along with a phone in the hand. The police were starting to usher people out of the building and you gripped Bruce's arm.

"We both need to go." You saw and tug his arm but he barley moved. "Bruce!?" He glances to his side before he began walking, tugging you along with him. Once he had retrieved the car and you were settled in, he sped off. "When we get back, you go straight to the manor, and don't leave." He says sternly and seemed to push on the gas peddle a little harder. You gripped the sides of the door and breathed out.

"Ok I wont, but first please slow down and second, you have to promise me you'll come back to us." He pulled into the garage, parked, and turned off the car.

  "I always do." He placed a hand on your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss, he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. "And I’m sorry for what Falcone said and how back in the car I didn't say anything I-." "Bruce we can talk about it later, just go try and save that man." You pecked his lips again before opening the car door and leaving. - You had changes out of your clothing and you now sat in the huge living room watching the news intently. There was a live feed playing inside, and the only last thing that happened was your husband arriving in his suit to the scene. He and Colson seemed to just be talking, Batman trying to calm him down every time the phone rang it seems.

"What happening?" Alfred asked and took a seat beside you on the large couch and handed you a cup of tea.

  "Nothing, they're just talking... oh shit is he answering." You watched as The Batman swiped the phone and then the audio shut off but the video kept playing. It was barely a minute later when the blast that made your husband get thrown back happened. You felt your heart stop, the feed had cut and it was back to a reporter.

  "Mrs. Wayne, you need to stay calm." Alfred tried to console you but all you did was stand up.

"I'll be down in the cave." You took your tea and walked away. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes and when you reached the elevator you struggled not to slide down the metal wall and cry. When the elevators opened to reveal the cave you slowly made your way to the chair. His big bomber jacket was resting on a table and you grabbed it and slipped it over your body. You dug your nose into the fabric and inhaled the scent. "Bruce Wayne you better not be dead." You sat down in the chair and typed away to call him. "Pick up please."

Nothing.

You must've called a hundred more times before you slowly drifted off. You hear heavy familiar breathing in your sleep, and it just got closer and closer. Your head shot up and you looked in that direction.

  "Bruce?" You stood up from the chair and took a step back. A dark tall figure appears and you sigh in relief when you see who it was but then groan. He stops running and places his hands on his knees. He looked up to see your belly right in his face and he smiled. He slowly stood up and just as he got to full height he felt a sting to his cheek. "Where the fuck were you?!"

  "I deserved that, but shit, I’m sorry I was at the station after the explosion." "I called you, and you never answered." You brought your hand up to his and to the back of his neck to unbuckle the cowl.

  "I was knocked out then I had got shot at by the police-."

"Where's your cape?"

"I flew and... hit a bridge." His words shocked you immediately started dragging him to a chair.

  "Bruce Wayne you need to be more careful ." You say and you slowly start helping him removing his suit.

  "I don't care what happens to me." He says and leans his forehead against your belly. You roll your eyes and sighed, you then grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him up to look at you.

  "I care about what happens to you." You say and kiss his lips. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you died."

  "You're strong, you could have done it." He mumbles and brings his hands to his eyes and takes out the contacts.

"Hey, you're not working right now." You tug on his shoulder but he shakes his head.

  "I need to go through what happened tonight." He says without taking his eyes away from the screen.

  "Now." You said sternly this time and Bruce looked to his side. He knows better than to argue with you. He let you drag him away from the screen and to the elevator. "You need to shower." All he did was nod and lean against the wall. Once you made it to the room he went into the bathroom. Once the shower turned on you heard the shower door open and you laid down in bed. You must've dosed off because when you opened your eyes Bruce had an arm under you and a hand on your belly.

  -

You woke up to the sudden urge to pee. You expected to feel Bruce beside you but he wasn't there making you groan in annoyance. You did your business and walked out of the room to the living area. Alfred was sorting through the mail and when he saw you approach he smiled.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping Mrs.Wayne?" He asks and looks at you over his glasses.

  "My stupid husband left, again Alfred." You pulled a chair and sat down and rested your head in your hands.

  "Well me and you both know how he gets."

  "I know, I just wished he'd take it easy for a bit." You say and lean back against the chair.

  "You and me both." Says Alfred and picks up a card and examines it.

  "Who's that from?"

  "I’m not sure." He took off his glasses and you watched his face drop along with the card.

Time seemed to move in slow motion after that. Alfred screamed your name as he launched over to you pulled out of the chair and shoved you back. Seconds later you saw red flames that pushed you farther back. It was all black after that.

-

"Dory, I need to speak with Alfred, something terrible is going to happen!"

  "Oh Mr. Wayne, I’m afraid it already had." At her words Bruce's world seemed to come falling down. All he could think about is if Alfred was ok or you. He shouldn't have left, but the bat symbol appears in the sky and with everything going on, he had to go.

But he knew you were fine. You were sleeping two floors up. You were safe. Right?

-

"Mr. Wayne your wife was thrown back by the blast but from what I saw she had no major physical injuries but they took her to the hospital due to all the smoke she inhaled and to make sure the baby is ok, as for your butler he sustained more extreme injuries." Bruce was shaking, tears we're escaping his eyes, and his fists were clenched.

  "Can I leave now, I need to be with them." The police hadn't left him leave, they asked hundreds of questions before they would even tell him what happened to you and Alfred.

"Yes you may, but one last thing, the person who did this left this note card." The police showed him a green envelope. To the Batman

Inside was another riddle but Bruce could care less about it.

  "Any idea why this would be sent to you."

  "No, Can I leave to be with my family please." Bruce swallowed harshly and tried to prevent the glare that was about to he shown to all the police.

  "Yes sorry." Bruce turned around and left. He made his way up the stairs and into the bedroom. He packed a bag a clothes and other essentials for you and going to Alfreds room to grab some for him. He left the tower in a hurry and sped off to the hospital. When he arrived the front desk lady took a look at him and immediately told him the room number and floor.

"Oh Mr. Wayne, 5th floor Maternity, room 227." Bruce didn't even say thank you as he passed her. The elevator went up quick and he reached the 5th floor. He walked quickly through the halls until he saw the room. He didn't even knock as he practically busted through the door.

  You jumped when the door slammed open. You watched Bruce drop the bags, shut the door, and immediately walk towards you.

"Baby." He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you. "Im so sorry I- are you ok?"

  "Where were you?" You moved your face out of his hands and glared at him. "With your 'partner'?"

"What? No, darling I-."

"Is she better than me? Is that it?"

  "I wasn't with her, I was with Gordon. And nobody is better than you, Jesus." Bruce then dropped to his knees in front of you and place his hand on your hips and squeezes. "You're so beautiful." He started kissing up your legs. "The most beautiful girl in the world." Kiss. "My wife." "Kiss. "Mother of my child." Kiss. "My one and true partner." Bruce started to lift the hospital gown up your thighs and kissed them again.

  He looked up at you and saw tears in your eyes.

"Im sorry I just don't feel like myself anymore." You started to cry but Bruce shook his head. "Don't apologize, I should've been a better husband, should've stood up for you back at the funeral against Falcone, should've reassured you nothing was going on between me and Selina."

"She even has a pretty name."

  "Baby." He raised his eyebrow, and you rolled your eyes.

"Ok ok sorry." You both looked at each other. You brought a hand up to Bruce's hair and slowly tugged. You knew it wasn't the time and you both knew it but it wasn't about to stop either of you.

"What’s wrong Darling? You need me?" You nodded and whimpered. "Lets see." He pulled up the hospital gown all the way up your thighs and licks his lips at the sight. "No panties?"

  "They didn't give me any." You say and felt your clit throb.

  "Glad they didn't." Bruce lowered his head in between your thighs and started to inch closer and closer with his lips. He then dragged a hand from your hip to your pussy lips and started to feel around. "So wet." You slowly let yourself lay back on the hospital bed and take in a deep breath.

"Are we about to have sex in a hospital?" You ask him and he shrugs. "We could always wait until we get home." You then shook your head and grabbed at his hair to being him closer.

"Please, please don't, I need you."

"Who am I to deny my wife?" Bruce then kissed your clit and wrapped his lips around it. You gasped and tugged at his hair and the sheets. He then stuck his tongue out to tease your hole and swirled it around. He released your clit then brought a hand down to your hole and slipped It in. you gasped loudly and arched you back. "So sensitive." he started to thrust his finger harder and faster out of your hole, he slipped in another finger and curled them up.

  "Bruce! Please make me cum."

"Ok sweet girl." He brought his thumb over your clit and started making circles, his fingers went faster and harsher and your moans got louder.

"Oh right there." You slapped a hand over your mouth as you clenched around his fingers and wet his face. You grinded yourself back on his fingers as he kept moving them back and forth. He pulled the fingers out and raised himself on his knees and smirked at you.

  "You ok?" He asks and you nod. He stood up and watched you chest moth up and down and how your face twisted as all the pleasure wore off, so he thought. "I want more." you say and Bruce leans over your body.

"What do you want? Hmm? Tell me."

"Your cock." You say and raise a hand to the forming tent in his pants and gripped it softly making him groan. You sat back up and slowly reached up to his zipper and button and undid them. You scooted farther to the edge of the bed to pull down his pants but Bruce stopped you.

  "Not tonight." He says and slowly and gently pushes you back down on the bed. he grabs the bottom of your knees and pulls your crotch against his. He pushed his pants just under his butt and pushed his boxers just enough for his cock to spring out. His tip was leaking precum, he passed his thumb along it and wraps his fist around it and started jerking his wrist. He brought the tip to your folds and pushed in-between them, coating himself with your juices. He wrapped your legs around his waist and raised his right knee onto the bed next to your hips. "You ready?" he swirled his cock on your hole and only let the head enter making you moan.

"Yes, please give it to-" Bruce pushed in to the hilt and held himself there. Your face twisted as you felt him throb inside of you.

"Fuck." He leaned down and took your lips with his. He held your hips tightly, trying not to thrust in any deeper. You took in a deep breath and felt pleasure run through your body.

"Move." You say and reach up to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. He brought his hips back and pushed in harder. You dug your nails into his back making him groan at the pain. He raised your legs higher making the back of your thighs hit his own.

  "So beautiful." He says and lays down on top of you but kept his weight off of your belly. he pushed you body higher up with his hips to get more comfortable. He started slamming inside of you, his balls slapping against your pussy. You struggled to not scream his name or moan to loud. His cock was so deep, he was hitting your cervix, it was almost painful.

"Bruce I'm about to cum again." Bruce kissed the side of your face and slammed even harder.

  "Go ahead, cum around my cock." His pubic hairs brushed along your clit stimulating you even more. You gasped as you came, you scratched at his back and bit his shoulder to suppress your screams, he then grabbed your locs and tugged them back. "Such a good girl, now take me so I can  cum inside of you." He gripped your waist and straightened his back out.

"Use me baby, go ahead." You say and grip the bed sheets. Bruce's hair stuck to his forehead, his groans were deep and low.

  "So fucking tight and sexy." He says and moans as he feels you tighten around him. He looked down at your belly that was covered by the hospital gown and pushed up the fabric. at seeing your belly his cock twitched. "Fuck if I could, I would get you pregnant again." He leaned down and kissed your belly softly. "Gonna cum inside your pussy." His thrusts got sloppier and you felt your head lolling side to side with each thrust. "Going all stupid darling?" Bruce slammed his cock to the hilt and emptied himself inside, his warm cum coating your walls, and the head of his cock triggered another orgasam out of you. Your body jerked multiple times and Bruce watched.

He pulled out gently and tucked himself back in his pants, then sat down on the bed and grabbed your arms and tugged you onto his lap. You dug your face into his neck and let your breath calm down.

"Did I go to hard?" He asks but you shake your head.

"No. I really needed that, I think we both did. Can we go home now?" You look at him and he nods,

"Lets get you checked out and we still need to check on Alfred." He says and you slide off his lap and he stand up to go to the door.

"He saved me you know? Pushed me out of the way." You say and Bruce stops in his tracks.

  "I'm glad he did, because then I probably wouldn't have been able to tell you how much I love you." he walks back to you, grabbing and handing you the bag he brought with him. "I love you so much, I'm going to do better and show you my love everyday until I take my last breath, and god I cant wait for our baby." You smiled at his words and placed a hand on his cheek.

"I love you too Bruce Wayne, and this little one we're creating me, well more me than you but you understand." You chuckled and so did Bruce, which is a rare occasion. Bruce leaned down and kissed you deeply, he tried to push his tongue in but you backed away and smirked. "Bruce, we should go find out about Alfred." Bruce nodded and backed away and just as he was about to reach the door he turned back to look at you.

"You think they heard?" He asks and gestures to the people outside.

Oh they definitely did."

-

a/n- not proofread and will probably never be proofread

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[squishneedsahero]

A Swing and A Miss

Awesomest of Them All 2.0

Part 9 of 13

Word Count: 2001

Batman x Batmom!Reader

You know what the bat family needs? Someone to pull them together and give them all the love they deserve. Who better to do that than you? An author rising to stardom in Gotham who catches the eye of a billionaire with your standoffish attitude at a huge social gathering. You are yourself and never pretend to be more or less than that. Plus you're the most stubborn person in the world, refusing to let good things go without reason.

This is a rewrite of my story Awesomest of Them All, I wanted to see how much I've improved over 3 years.

You and Bruce had been sitting on the couch together when his phone went off, it was a phone call. Who it was from you didn't know, all you knew was that he got up and went to the other room to take it. He doesn't usually do that, but on the rare occasion he does leave the room to take a call you don't mind as it's usually for a good reason.

Bruce walks back into the room, pinching the bridge of his nose, looking done. "I need to go take care of something. I'll be back later."

"What is it?" You try to ask, and aren't surprised when Bruce doesn't answer. "Okay, I'll see you when you get back," you say going up and kissing him gently on the lips. He kisses you back then heads down to the cave.

You don't sit back down, instead going to find something to do, to occupy your mind while Bruce is gone. Something had him upset but until he was ready to talk about it you weren't going to get it out of him, so that meant you got to either worry or keep busy.

Keeping busy was obviously the better option, so, you went and found the kids to sit in the same room as them. There's your two sons, Dick and Tim, your one adopted daughter Cass, plus Stephanie and Barbara who were like daughters to you.

"Hey mom," Dick says, looking up from where he was on his phone next to Babs, "where's dad?"

You shrug slightly, "not sure, he said he needed to take care of something and took off towards the cave."

"Oh, you want me to go check on him?"

"Not yet," you smile at your oldest who was always trying to take care of you, "he just left. I'm pretty sure he just needs to figure it out on his own first then he'll let me know what's going on."

"Alright," Dick concludes the conversation, but you can feel the eyes of the other kids on you.

Cass catches your attention and signs, "you can come sit with us," from her spot on the couch. She then pats the empty seat next to her.

You thank her in ASL with a hand to your chin as you go take a seat next to her. Cassandra was quiet, having an easier time communicating through asl than out loud. It always made you smile on the rare occasion you got her hear her soft little voice, and to know she was comfortable enough to talk to you, but you had learned sign language specifically for her, wanting to make sure she was comfortable all the time.

You gently put an arm around her and kiss the side of her head, then you go to remove your arm, knowing she doesn't always like to be touched. But she stops you from letting go of the hug and leans against you, maybe she just knew that you needed it at the moment to help get your mind off Bruce but either way, she didn't let go so you didn't either.

Stephanie scoots closer to you, taking the other seat next to you and offers you a controller. "We're playing Mario Kart, you want to play a few rounds Mrs.Wayne?"

You laugh gently, "I'm afraid I'm a bit out of practice, all of you would easily kick my ass."

"Come on, pleeeaaaasssee mom," Tim joins in in begging you with his ex, turned best friend.

You laugh and take the controller, "fine I guess I'll try a few rounds."

"Yes!" Dick joins in, cheering you on as Babs gets things set up.

Tim had hotwired the two Wii's so all of you could play together without having to figure out how to do it online. So, the six of you were easily able to start a game and begin racing the many different tracks just having fun together as the kids knowingly distracted you from your worries.

It's a more than a few hours later when Bruce returns home. The kids had all gone down to the cave to get ready for patrol, and you had gone with them. They were about to head out when the roar of an engine cause everyone's attention and Bruce parked the bat mobile and got out, looking stressed and tired.

Dick goes over to him and tells him they're going to head out, and can cover things tonight.

Brice nods and doesn't argue, simply turning to look at you as the kids leave. He doesn't approach you until they've all left and you don't give him a choice but to hug you as you hug him.

"Do you want to change?" You ask, knowing he's obviously upset about something, but willing to be patient while he figures out what it is he needs to tell you.

"Sure, I'll change and we can go sit in our room," he says and kisses the top of your head before turning to get out of the batsuit.

It doesn't take him long to change, and the two of you head upstairs, hand in hand and take a seat on the couch in your bedroom. He just holds you for a while, obviously thinking through what he needs to tell you, and this only causes you more worry.

"Bruce, my love, you know you can tell me anything," you try and reassure him with a kiss on the cheek.

This reassurance works, as he finally speaks up, gently saying, "I have a son, he's 9."

This surprises you, and you don't exactly have a good response, you lean back away from him to look at his face as you quietly ask, "you have a biological son?"

"Yes, I didn't know until today, but he's 9... we've been together 11 years, my love-" this is when he begins to break his normally stoic demeanor.

This is also when you catch on to what he is saying. You had been with him at the time this child was conceived. That hurt. You turned to look away from him, not moving away but taking a moment to think.

There's a few minutes of silence before you speak, "how did it happen?"

You give him a chance to explain and he jumps on it, beginning to tell you what he knows. Starting with the fact that Thalia Al'Ghul was the mother, how she had apparently drugged him in order to have a child with him. His son had been raised by the League of Assassins, taught that he was the one to inherit the mantle of Batman.

It was... a lot. And it hurt to hear, especially due to the fact that you and Bruce had been unable to have a child of your own for many reasons. But, you turn to your husband, the man you were still head over heels for and say as gently as you can, "I'm not sure what I'm feeling right now but it isn't anger."

He looks at you and brushes your hair out of your face, "are you sure you're alright?" He's clearly still worried about his standing with you.

You gently lean to kiss him on the lips, "I'm not sure I'd call it alright, but we will be fine. My husband isn't a cheater, and that would be my biggest worry."

You can see more of the stress and worry leave his face as you speak and he pulls you into a tight hug. "I am so sorry my love. Thank you for giving me a chance to explain-"

You lean back from him once again, taking your hands to cup his cheeks. "Bruce, you didn't know. She drugged you and I trust you enough to know that's the truth. I'm going to need some time to get used to the idea, and figure out exactly how it is I am feeling. But promise me that we will be open and communicate about all of this as we get more information, deal?"

Bruce sighs in relief, "Deal," with that he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you deeply.

It's at this point he informs you that Thalia had sent Damian, their son, to live with Bruce for a time. Damian would be coming the next morning and Bruce hadn't been able to have any say in it, barely able to convince them to wait long enough for him to talk to you first. It was yet another thing you could only describe as a lot but this was life, you had to roll with the punches or you'd never be able to move forward.

Two days later you still had yet to meet Damian. You were ninety-five percent sure it was because the boy was avoiding you. You sat eating breakfast and contemplating this when you hear someone behind you say, "Tt, you must be my father's harlot."

You raise your eyebrow and turn around to face the boy, "Harlot?"

"That is what my mother calls you," Damian says looking at you disgustedly.

You are so exhausted by this entire situation that the sass just slips out of you and you laugh. "I mean, that's one way to go about saying she's jealous of me because I have a ring and she doesn't."

Damian is clearly surprised by the fact that you just laughed off him calling you a harlot. He, "tt,"s again and just walks right back out of the kitchen, unwilling to admit you had surprised him.

You watch him leave, and he passes Bruce as he does. Once Damian is gone you shake your head and go back to your breakfast.

"I see you've met Damian," Bruce comments.

You offer him a slight smirk and a shake of your head, "yep, finally showed himself just to call me a harlot."

"A har-" Bruce starts, clearly outraged by the fact that anyone would dare call his beloved wife a harlot.

"Yeah," you laugh again, "he left just as fast because I laughed at the thought."

Bruce sighs, relaxing with how you had taken it, he takes a seat next to you and wraps you in a hug. "I'm glad that you didn't let him get to you."

"Yeah, though as far as introductions go, I think he's going to take some getting used too."

"Yeah, he's quite the character after being raised by the LoA."

You smile and lean against Bruce as you finish your food, "yeah, but eventually he'll have to figure out I'm just as stubborn as him for having put up with your shit for this long," you tease and he laughs.

It's a few hours later the next time you see Damian and he tries to insult you in yet another way, "you're weak, and would never be able to take anyone down. You aren't worthy of father."

This one is creative, you'll admit that but you shake your head. "I never claimed to be a fighter, if you'd stuck around earlier I could have told you that. Though, the first time I met your 'father," you say mocking his tone, "I kicked a green haired clown in the head so that has to count for something."

Damian once again just leaves, you weren't supposed to take these things so well, you were supposed to run off crying, not agree with him.

This goes on for a while, him trying to insult you and you just not having it. It goes on until he stops, knowing he'd have to find some other way to get under your skin. Meanwhile you try to get to the bottom of his behavior. Why does he feel like he needs to put you down in comparison to his mother and how can you show him he can trust you enough to not have to do that to keep a place in this family? It might take a while but you'd sure as hell figure it out.

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[thedeviltohisangel]

In The Air Tonight//1

She cherished her new last name. Cherished the memory of Bruce offering it to her. The memory of receiving it. Physically shedding the past and embracing her future. One filled with love and warmth and all of the things she had been raised to never want or need. But Bruce didn’t mind that she kept certain pieces of her old self intact. The pieces of her that enjoyed thrills and excitement and was addicted to adrenaline and walking the line between life and death.

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She was seething and he could tell. Felt it rolling off of her in waves every time he walked passed. It wasn’t that it was hard to keep her happy. It was just hard to keep her still. 

“Would you mind at least trying to smile?” he asked gently as he completed another lap of socializing.

“No. It would look worse than my scowl.” He hummed and took another sip of his champagne.

“How can I make it better?” Over the years, Bruce had come to pride himself in his ability to discern what was bothering her. To figure it out and make it better in a way that left others amazed. It always made Alfred smile to watch the familiar intimacy that the two had built over time. 

“Unfortunately, you can’t. It’s just one of those days.” They were few and far between ever since she had met him but they never disappeared. He reached down and gave her hand a light squeeze. Sometimes his affection was too much for her on these days. But she still needed to know he was there and understood and ready whenever she was. “Maybe...maybe even a solo kind of night.” She said it with no hint of her previous angst around the edges.

“Is that why it’s one of those days?” The date wasn’t lost on him. To Bruce there were happy dates he kept locked in his head. The day he met her. The day she married him. Her birthday. Alfred’s birthday. And then there were those that were melancholy. The date of his parent’s death. When he first donned the suit. When Wayne Manor burned down. But in the dark recesses of his mind were two dates he wished he could erase. Today was one year since Emilia had dove off the side of a building thinking she was following Catwoman. But it had been an illusion. He didn’t like thinking about it. About the way her body was mangled when he found her. The way his hands shook as he tried to assist Alfred. The way his tears stained her bandages as he cried and prayed and screamed for the days following.

“Yes,” she choked out as she blinked away the tears as she worked through the same memories that he had.

“Then you go solo tonight.” His eyes were molten as they landed on her. Bruce had worked hard to shove away the overbearing nature that he wanted to inhabit. He had sworn at her bedside that she would never leave the Manor again. That she could work with Alfred from the cave every night. Had fooled himself into thinking he could force her into becoming a housewife. He should have known the woman who gritted her teeth at the envelopes addressed to Mr. & Mrs. Bruce Wayne would never allow herself to be sheltered away. 

“I love you, Bruce,” she whispered as she allowed herself to indulge with a kiss. 

“I love you even more,” he whispered back, his hand coming to the back of her head so she couldn’t drift far and could kiss him again.

“Mr. Wayne, it’s unfair to keep such a beauty hidden away from the rest of us.” They were pulled from their cocoon by a party goer. Someone who did contract work with Wayne Enterprise she thinks.

“Sometimes we need a moment of solace from all the...revelers,” she said with the fake smile Bruce had asked her to put on earlier. There were some other words she would have preferred to label the party guests at but that wouldn’t have been very polite.

“May I steal you for a dance, Mrs.Wayne?”

“Actually, I-” Bruce started, stepping in to save her from her least favorite activity on a good day.

“This is one of my favorite songs, Mr. Irwin. You picked the perfect time to ask.” She returned the favor, squeezing Bruce’s hand before taking the other man’s arm and letting him lead her to the center of the dance floor. It wasn’t the first time, and certainly not the last time, that Bruce thought about how little he deserved someone like her in his life. Let alone as his wife. He watched her sway and spin and laugh while the entire room watched her. No one except him knew the true pain that was underneath her smile. Hidden in the polite conversation she was making. Needing to be mended over before she broke.

“Mrs. Wayne-”

“Emilia. Please.” She cherished her new last name. Cherished the memory of Bruce offering it to her. The memory of receiving it. Physically shedding the past and embracing her future. One filled with love and warmth and all of the things she had been raised to never want or need. But Bruce didn’t mind that she kept certain pieces of her old self intact. The pieces of her that enjoyed thrills and excitement and was addicted to adrenaline and walking the line between life and death.

“My apologies. Emilia, how does a man like Bruce Wayne snag himself such a fierce companion?” She smirked. It was a question they were asked often. The billionaire could have picked any beautiful girl he wanted. One who would devote herself to being a housewife. Drape herself in jewels and over his lap at every event. Have her legs spread for him once he got home. And understand that once her beauty faded, he would turn her in for a newer model.

“He earns her.” But instead of all of that, Bruce had found her. Found her in the mountains. He thought the League kept her around for her beauty. Assumed she was some sort of concubine for al Ghul. Brutally, he learned otherwise.

“Is that the secret?”

“It is no secret. Shouldn’t we all prove ourselves worthy of the companion we seek? Whether it be through physical gestures or emotional connection?” She supposes he got his wife through material gifts. How dreadful.

“Excuse me, but I believe this is our song.”

“Is mind reading another skill you’ve happened to pick up lately?” Emilia smiled genuinely as her husband spun her in a grand circle and pulled her so close she thought they might become one.

“Can only read yours.” 

“Well, you have my gratitude.”

“Yeah?” She recognized the glint to his eyes instantly, his hand sliding further down her back. 

“Even though coming with you on your plane that day means speaking to strangers and laughing at things that are not funny, I would not take back a single moment.”

“Even the bloody ones?” His tone was softer as his words got more serious. Bruce couldn’t deny that her being with him brought her danger even if she was more than capable of defending herself in the face of it. You never wanted to be the reason your loved ones had sadness behind their eyes. Normally, she was a rock. With and without the mask. You’d never know she was human under all her stoicism. He never wanted to, or felt he needed to, treat her like she was made of glass. He was honest and blunt and didn’t pull his punches when they sparred on the weekends. Maybe he should stop assuming her strength.

“If I was not bloody with you then I would be bloody alone. I much prefer the company.” She smiled up at him and it felt like only the two of them were in the room. Her life was always complicated and always would be. Being with Bruce Wayne wasn’t the reason for her tumultuous inner thoughts or nightmares. They were a part of her. Having him brought more light. Chased some of the dark corners away.

“Look in the sky!”

“I wonder what’s going on!”

“Someone get Jim Gordon on the phone!” They both looked in the direction of the pointed fingers and saw The Bat Signal in the sky. Emilia turned back to say goodbye to her husband and assume her position as host, Mrs. Wayne. 

“Go.” Her face transformed into shock as the word came out of Bruce’s mouth.

“But-”

“We agreed you’d go solo tonight. Nothing changes that.”

“Bruce, that signal means you and all these people-”

“Will be politely asked to leave as soon as possible.” She kissed him with a newfound exhilaration. “Now go. Alfred will be your eyes and ears until I can get down there.” After indulging with one more kiss, Emilia walked out of the gala before picking up her pace towards the library. Her fingers found the three keys with ease and she slipped behind the bookshelf as quiet as a mouse.

“Evening, Mrs. Wayne.”

“Evening, Alfred. What am I running into?” She started shedding her dress and jewelry as the butler pressed a button and a clear wardrobe rose from the water.

“Bank robbery with hostages.”

“Normal robbers or are they in clown masks? Exploding penguins? Riddles?” Nothing was ever simple in Gotham. She had learned quickly that everyone had a gimmick.

“Not yet,” he replied. “Is Master Wayne joining you tonight?”

“No, Alfred, we have guests.”

“How’s it going? She complete recon yet?” Alfred looked to his left as Bruce came jogging into the cave. He was undoing his cufflinks and rolling up his sleeves, out of breath from his hustle to dismiss the attendees and workers so he could make it down to the southeast corner.

“Yes. I’m not that slow,” she teased over the speakers.

“How many? What kind of weapons? The hostages-”

“Bruce. I’ll cut off comms if you don’t breathe and keep quiet.” He dropped his head and stayed quiet so she knew he had heard and would obey. But Alfred noticed the slight tremor to his hands, the way he was tapping the ground with his foot. 

“Why did you agree if you were going to kill yourself with worries, Master Wayne?” he asked as he pressed the button to mute their microphone.

“The way she was looking at me, Alfred...I…”

“Love leaves us powerless sometimes. Particularly when faced by the person we give it to.” 

“4 hostiles, 20 hostages. 2 of them children.”

“Weapons?”

“Fully automatic. Be home in time for a sudsy shower, don’t worry.” Bruce didn’t even have time to apologize to Alfred before she was throwing a stun grenade and gracefully falling from the window of the bank. She appeared to the goons in flashes. Gone before they had a chance to get their bearings on her appearance. She took down two before the effects of surprise wore off, the third leveling his gun at her and the fourth at a hostage.

“Alright, Mrs. Batshit, you pick your life or the boy’s.”

“Shoot me.” Bruce had been silent, doing his best to relax, but her words startled him slightly. He had seen her get out of the most dire of situations but she was standing perfectly relaxed, the gun leveled at point blank range. “Pull the trigger.” And he did. And nothing happened.

“She counts her bullets well, doesn’t she?” Alfred mentioned with a jovial smile.

“Need her to start counting my lives,” Bruce replied as he exhaled. Emilia used their moment of confusion to toss a dagger behind her, piercing the the hand of the final hostile and letting the child break free as he howled in agony. Her leg kicked high and knocked the gun from the one who was planning to shoot her, her fist following him to the ground and succeeding in knocking him out. She turned to finish the fourth but saw he was on his knees as if he was waiting for her. As if he was bowing to her. “What’s this?” Bruce muttered as he pressed to turn up the volume.

“I am honored to be in your presence, my Lady.”

“Remove your mask.” It wasn’t a thug as she had been expecting. But rather a woman. One she knew well. One even she feared. “Shiva.”

“I’ve come to bring you home.” Bruce had many questions as he watched the moment unfold in front of him and had to bite his tongue to prevent them all from tumbling out.

“And if this is my home?” Emilia asked, her hand moving to grip the bo staff that was strapped to her back. Shiva wasn’t who they sent to negotiate. Not with her words anyways.

“Then you know what I must do.” It was at that moment the police breached the bank and their guns were pointed at the two of them.

“Emilia, get out of there!” Bruce called out as her and Shiva seemed in no rush to move from their current positions.

“I look forward to our next encounter, my Lady. Being responsible for your only defeat has taken me far.” It was meant to anger her and would have succeeded in initiating their next death match if it wasn’t for Bruce calling out in her ear. Emilia grappled up through the skylight and out of sight before anyone knew any better.

“Get me everything you can possibly find on that woman, Alfred.”

“Yes, sir. What do you think this means?”

“The past has come for her. And they aren’t taking her.”

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a reporter ask mrs.wayne if she killed bruce and she looks into the camera like she is on the office and says “i wish i did”

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Mrs.Wayne Dick×Bruce dickbru

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[yoshimickster]

Ladies Night

Circe: I now call to order, THE LEGION OF FEMALE VILLAINS!

Harley Quinn: YEAH-wait villains legion? I thought this was a potluck! Now what am I gonna do with all these baked beans?

Circe: Oh please, you're one of the greatest villains in woman history!

Harley Quinn: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeh, I'm more like an anti-hero now in all honesty. Hell I also keep several weirdos at work, and have an entire FLOOR of my building just for my puppies and kitties! That makes up for all my killings ten times over.

Catwoman: Its true, I've seen the puppy floor, its literally the cutest thing ever. Also I'm barely evil as well, most I do is steal stuff from rich white guys, nowadays I'm kicking Bane's ass and taking the rap for my step-sister! And MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYBE Mrs.Wayne finally!

Harley Quinn: D'AW, congratulations! Mr.J propsed to me once...the ring still had a finger on it.

Circe: Okay, well CLEARLY Poison Ivy and Killer Frost-

Poison Ivy: ALSO-more of an anti-hero now.

Killer Frost: And I'm a straight up superhero now...whose...into the Atom and not Firestorm for some reason. Try keeping those Arrowverse fans NOW DC!

Circe: Cheetah?

Cheetah: Wonder Woman straight up cured me, she's mah girl now.

Circe: Doctor Poison?

Maru: YEAH-I haven't been seen in...a while. BUT HEY-that new movie might spark up interest! Did you see her awesome face mask? SO awesome.

Silver Banshee: Same with me with lax appearances AS WELL as being pretty much an anti-hero.

Veronica Cale: You have me for support, LEADER of Godwatch!

China White: And ME, China White!

Circe:...I have literally no idea who either of you are.

Veronica Cale: Oh come on, I'm a straight up devious lady villain!

China White: And I was a minor Green Arrow villain they made a mainstay in the sorta good sorta bad live action show!

Circe: Get better names, and we'll talk.

Talia: I WANT to say I'm a villain, but the writers treat me so inconsistently who can keep track?

Golden Glider: I'm a criminal, but no where NEAR evil. Rogues for LIFE!

Grail: Raising my baby-dad so that he'll be better than I was, semi-redeemed.

Blackfire: ALSO-good.

Jewelee: You know the pattern here.

Circe: DAMMIT-am I seriously the last classic DC lady villain to be...a legit villain?

Amanda Waller: I wanna include myself here, but I DO save the world...through evil means, so more an anti-villain.

Circe: UGH-fuck this, I'ma go hang out with R'as.

Talia: Tell him to go fuck himself for trying to kill my son...again.

Circe: On it.

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[thatawesomenerdygirl]

Bonding

Another Imagine with the Demon Spawn of Wayne's!

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Request : Batmom x Damian Relationship : Mother and son bonding. Prompt : "Damian and Batmom goes to grocery shopping. It's like...a bonding experience. Batmom gets hit on by a guy while Damian is at the candy aisle. When I say 'hit on' it's like nonstop harassment: always end up in the same aisles, small touches on her arms, etc. She's dead set in finishing shopping and going home. At the end Damian blows up at the man, he's like, "what kind of man hits on another person's mother!?" That's like the first time he acknowledged her as his mother."

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"No, Alfred it's okay! I'll go grocery shopping." You insisted.

Alfred was sick, his face is so pale as if he was turned into a vampire. He got a fever, it wasn't that bad but still he got sick and need to rest. His voice was also sore besides he almost never got any chance to rest, staying up until late only to wait for Bruce or the boys to return just to patch them up.

You could do that too, but Alfred didn't want you to. Why? Because he said it was his job, he's a rebel.

But not today..

"Please Mrs.Wayne, I'm fine." He argued, his voice was shaky and sounded dry. You rolled your eyes at his argument.

"Well then, if you want to do it that way Alfred." You said, pausing for a moment to clear your throat.

"Ahem.. Alfred I want you to rest until your fever is gone. And I will do your chores." You stated sternly, he opened his mouth to argue but before any words came out from him you continued, "No Ifs no Buts. Rest Alfred. If you need anything just call me, the boys or Bruce."

He let out a heavy sigh in defeat, "If you insist..".

And that was how you ended up in here. At the grocery store, with the one and only Damian Wayne.

His small figure walked in front of you with his arms crossed and of course with a scowl. He was forced to come with you since Dick and Tim were watching their favorite TV show meanwhile Bruce and Jason were arguing in the kitchen, so he was the only one who could come with.

Letting out a silent sigh you walked towards Dairy aisle, looking through some milk when you arrived.

Damian tugged your sleeve to get your attention, you looked down to look at him. A small motherly smile already plastered your face.

"What is it Doodle-bug?" You questioned with a motherly voice that fits your smile.

He scoffed, not used with the nickname you gave him, but it doesn't mean he didn't like it, oh he loved it. You called him that since you caught him doodling Titus and random things, a bunch of times.

"I'm going to the other aisle, I'll be back after I found what I need."

You nodded, he walked away from you but not before receiving a kiss on the cheek from you. When you did that you noticed a slight crimson hue on his face, you couldn't help but smile at the sight.

Putting the milk inside the trolley, "3 box of milk.." You trailed off, ticking the shopping list with a smile. "Check. Cereal.. Hmm.. Cereal cereal.." You murmured, (E/C) orbs looking for the item you needed only to mentally groaning.

It's not like you didn't found it, oh you did. But it was so high you couldn't even got it even if you tip toed.

A hand reached for it before you could even ask for help, as if the person reads your mind.

"It's this one?" Th-- He asked.

You turned around to face the guy.

His lips curled up into a smile when he looked at you, his smile was genuine. But not as genuine and charming as Dick's.

He was tall but not as tall as Jason.

He looked smart but not as smart as Tim.

He has a pair of beautiful eyes but not as beautiful as Damian's.

Lastly but not least he was.. Handsome, but of course. Your beloved husband, Bruce Wayne was a whole lot handsomer and muscular than him.

You could list all every reason why your boys were flawless. Hell, even Alfred was flawless!

Breaking your thoughts, you sent him a smile. "Yes, thank you very much." You said, reaching out to take the box from him, accidentally making a skin to skin contact.

He nodded, not making any move to walk away.

"Thanks again.." You said, walking away from him. Brushing off the feeling that someone was staring and following you.

You were wearing a loose red off the shoulder jumper paired with a black leggings and a pair of black ankle boots and it was chosen by Damian himself.

Why? Who knows..

But also receiving you some dirty looks from the men in the store, you looked like a woman in her early 20s, meanwhile you were in your late 30s just like your husband.

You went to pick some meat for dinner, you were about to take the last steak but your hands accidentally brushed against a familiar hand.

Your head whipped to the side, finding the same guy as before.

"Ah, you can take that.." You said to him, giving him the same smile as before.

"No no!" He argued, "Please take it."

"But--"

"Please I insist." He said, cutting you off.

"Alright." You said, taking the steak and put it inside your trolley before ticking the shopping list, "Thanks.. Again." You laughed.

He nodded. "No problem."

You swore you could see a slight blush dusted his cheeks before you walked away, waving goodbye at him.

You found the same guy every time you went to the different aisles, it was creepy. And a skin to skin contact always happened. Feeling creeped out you decided to find Damian.

He was actually looking at you from behind, hiding to be exact. He already got some of his favorite sour candies and chocolate cookies. Even though he loved Alfred's but since he was sick he had to buy one.

He watched your every move. Of course he noticed the same guy that you met literally at every aisles and also your discomfort when your skin brushed against his.

Then it happened again.

Decided that it was enough he walked towards you with his candies and cookies in his arms. He put it inside the trolley before walking beside you taking your hand in his.

"Are you done Dami?" You asked with another motherly smile.

"Yes, let's go. I already called the others to pick us up." He said.

You walked away from that creepy guy to the cashier with Damian hand in hand, your free hand gripping the trolley.

Waiting in line, again you met that guy. He stood behind you.

"Really?" You muttered under your breath, since it was noisy because of people's chatter nobody heard your voice. But Damian did.

You wanted to hide your face, too bad your hair was tied in a messy bun. You mentally kicked yourself for your hairstyle choice.

"Ah you again." His too familiar voice ringed in your ear, making you cringe.

You turned your head around, your (E/C) met his brown ones. Trying to not avert his gaze you spoke. "Hi.." You said, giving him a little wave.

He walked to your side, your left side since Damian was on your right. He put a hand on your shoulder.

"We meet...again." He joked, obviously trying to talk to you.

You nodded as Damian looked up at him with a deep frown on his face. His eyes met the guy's.

"Who is this big guy?" He asked you, motioning towards Damian.

You hesitated for a while, Damian never acknowledged you as his mother. You really wanted to call him your son, but afraid he would get mad at you and start hating you.

You were too busy with your train of thoughts until Damian spoke up for you.

"I'm her son." He hissed.

The guy's grip on your shoulder tightened, making you flinch a bit.

"Son? Aren't you too young to have a son?" He flirted with a smug smirk.

Oh you wish you could just punch him where the sun don't shine to wipe that disgusting smirk off his face.

Without you knowing, he grabbed your chin gently turning your head to look up at him.

"You're so beautiful.." He breathed out. Ugh, his breath reek of alcohol. Did I just noticed this? You thought.

You moved his hand off your face gently, "Thanks.. I guess.."

Damian scoffed, "What kind of man are you? Hitting on another person's mother."

Your eyes widened, what did he say? Mother? You looked down, all of a sudden finding the white marbles interesting in attempt to hide your huge smile.

The man didn't pay any attention making his blood built up in rage.

"HANDS OFF MY MOTHER!" He exclaimed harshly enough to make the man flinch and your smile got wider.

As if on cue, familiar voices calling you.

"Mom!" They said, instead of your name.

Your eyes widened, almost rolled out of their sockets. You looked at the source of the voices to find Dick, Jason and Tim walking towards you. With Bruce behind them.

Of course this caught every single person in the store, especially when The Bruce Wayne was in sight. They brought out their phone to take some pictures of the Playboy Billionaire.

Meanwhile the man just stared in confusion, but not letting go his hand from your shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Dick asked, earning a nod from you as a sign that you are fine.

"What took you so long." Damian scoffed.

"Uh what's with the hand dude?" Jason chimed in his eyebrows knitted together not liking the sight, pointing at the guy's hand. Luck for him that Jason didn't have his gun at the time. If he does, well. He better run.

Tim gave the man a murderous glare, but still not enough to make the guy's hand move.

Then Bruce came in.

"I'm sorry, but she's my wife." He stated, prying off the man's hand from your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. You were too overwhelmed with this situation to even speak.

"Father.." Damian said trying to get Bruce's attention, which he did. "He followed my mother everywhere. Literally everywhere.." He trailed off, glancing at the man who looked so scared and regretted every decision he made in life.

"He touched her on purpose, making excuse such as accidentally brushing his filthy hands against hers." He continued sternly and confidently. Pressing on some words to prove his point and to prove that he was serious.

You heard Bruce growled in annoyance and anger as his grip tightened on your hip. He then cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry but I need to report you for sexual harassment that you did to my wife." He said, rather harshly.

"Bu--"

"Nope, no buts. Or I'll fucking beat you up." Jason hissed as he cracked his knuckles walking towards the man making him backed off from the Waynes. "I'll count to three.." He started, "One.."

Crack! He got closer towering over the man.

"Two.."

Crack!

"Thr--" before he could finish counting, the creep started to run away. "--ee... Pfft, he's much worse than a chicken and he tried to flirt with our mother." He scoffed, "Yea right."

Your face were flushed red, lips curled up into a wide smile as you looked up at them then Damian.

Pulling away from Bruce's grip you picked up Damian, twirling him in the air as giggles escaped your lips.

The boys stared at you in confusion, Bruce was smirking since he knows exactly what happened.

You attacked his face in kisses, pulling him close to you with a motherly hug.

"You called me mother Dami! You called me mother.." You said excitedly whispering the last sentence. He blinked a few times, trying to catch what you said. Then realization hit him like a train, He did called you mother and it was from the bottom of his heart.

His face turned into crimson color when he heard snickering from his brothers even his father joined but he was chuckling. Feeling defeated he sighed.

"I did." He mumbled.

You pulled away from the hug enough to see his beautiful emerald orbs, "Yes! I never thought you'll say that Doodle-bug!!" You said, pulling him back into a hug.

He hesitantly hugged back, his lips curled up into a smile a true genuine smile.

"Yes mother I did." He said it again, the word mother rolled out from his lips and it was dedicated to you, he couldn't help but smile.

"The Demon Spawn smiled guys.." Tim said, cringing as the others continue to snicker.

You and the others payed for the things and brought it to the manor. Dick, Jason, Tim and Bruce helped, meanwhile you carrying Damian, not even letting go for a minute. The rest of the boys teased him of course, but Damian could careless. It was the first time he truly felt how a mother should be, how a mother should love her son.

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Alfred was back to his normal self the next day, he reads a paper almost spilling his tea as he did.

There was a picture of you and the others laughing, you carrying Damian, kissing his cheeks, even when he smiled was there too.

Alfred felt kind of grateful he sick that day, but also regretted it because he couldn't see it himself. But he saw the other side of Damian, clinging onto you entire time and it brought a smile to his face.

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A/N : Welp, that was hella long.

And took so long also...

Hope you enjoyed! Sorry for grammar errors!

-K!

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Hold Me Tight (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

Anonymous said to litbatboys:

Heyo This girl (kings vs. Cookin on 3 burners) with bruce-y

“Beautiful?” You felt a soft butterfly kiss on your neck as you groaned “Bruce  go away.” You groaned into the white silk pillow smiling “Come on you have to get up. We have the awards tonight and it’s already 3 pm.”

You lunged up rushing to the bathroom “I LOOK LIKE SHIT BRUCE WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!” He smirked as he kissed your cheek wrapping his strong arms around you “I really do like the way you look when you wake up. You look like a goddess”

“You know what today is right?” You smiled hopping on the sink of the bathroom him stepping between your legs your arms snaking around his neck “It’s valentine's day!” He smirked nodding his head kissing your forehead

“Bruce I need to run out to the store to get something for dinner. Are you going to wait here or are you staying here?” Bruce made sure you stayed in place “Babe tonight instead of going out why don’t we go to the sky deck? It’s a beautiful place and I think you would like it?”

Your smile lit up “Bruce! That place is so expensive! You'll never buy my love it’s always been yours” Bruce smiled placing his hand up to your cheek rubbing his thumb on your soft skin “I know baby. I love taking you out.”

Your sweet voice spoke up as you struggled out of his grip “Come on bruce! It’s already 2 pm.” He smiled as you both went your separate ways to get ready. You went into your bathroom seeing a red dress and heels “Bruce...You really didn’t have to..” You smiled slipping the dress on

You curled your hair putting some makeup on hoop earring sliding your shoes on glancing at yourself in the mirror “Well time to go.” You looked at the time and by time you were done getting ready and done with your hair it was 7 pm

“Wow I take long showers” You smiled to yourself grabbing your purse getting into the car waiting outside for you “Alfred. Do you know what bruce has planned for me tonight?” Alfred smiled “I can’t tell you that Mrs.Wayne” You tilted your head whispering to yourself “Mrs.Wayne?”

Alfred smiled pulling up getting out of the car letting you out “Oh my god. It’s beautiful here.” You smiled nodding to alfred giving him a 20 “Keep it you deserve it. You struggle with our pain in the asses all year.” Alfred chuckled slipping into the car driving away

“You're here.” You smiled walking in hearing a low raspy voice as you intertwined your fingers with his “Why wouldn't I be here? You smiled resting his head on his shoulder an arm snaking around your waist

You two took the elevator up to the top floor and walked out to a white balcony seeing a table and a little rose with candles all around it “Bruce why did yo-” You heard a voice speak up “Hey I know that I might just be batman to you or that i'm just some husband but I love you.”

You smiled as you raised your eyebrow putting your hand over your mouth “Bruce…” He smiled again getting down on one knee opening a little box with a chocolate diamond inside “WIll you be Mrs.Wayne”

You smiled and nodded your head yes and huggedn him the ring being slipped on your finger mid hug as he whispered into your ear “Please don’t let go. Take my hand and hold me tight”

Hope you enjoyed it!

@batmagines

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[let-me-help-you-bruce]

Bruce Wayne X Reader Part 3

I clicked Joker’s paperwork off of the top of my desk arranging them so they would neat and orderly, tucking the Letter Maddox had written for his father in my back pocket. It was a small envelope decorated with hearts and gun, a family holding hands on the front of it. This would be my first time in months meeting with the clown so it would be interesting if he made any progress or had progressively gotten worst. Then again nothing ever really changed with him. He was a difficult case but easy to predict except when it came to the girl, Carmen. He seemed to care for her becoming protective of her at times, tending to her emotional needs and making her feel wanted. I bit the inside of my cheek before beeping my way out of my office and walking down the long stretch of the asylums grey hallway that would lead me to the farthest door on the right. The therapy room. 

With fall in full bloom the weather had become a little chillier than usual So I was wearing a black pair of tight fitting pants as well as a petite black turtle neck. My hair was loosely curled and trickled down my shoulders. I arrived at the door peeking in the lowly lit room two body guards were standing behind the clown he was strapped tightly into a straight jacket, green hair, face tattoos all of it was the same the only difference being he wasn’t wearing his regular Cheshire grin. 

Furrowing my eyebrows together I beeped the scanner and pushed open the door, smiling brightly at him as I walked to my end of the table. “Well good morning Mr. Joker how has your stay been?” His chilling blue eyes glared up at me. “Just magnificent Dr.” He replied in a weak tone. “Well that’s good to hear” As I took out my notes and guidelines J eyeballed the guards softly snarling t them whenever they met him gaze. I ushered them out to ease the environment, complaint they nodded their heads and left standing outside of the door. J’s shoulders seemed to relax a bit with the two men gone. “So to start out our session we will start with community then-” He grew irritated cracking his neck to the right and then to the left. “Cut the crap Dr.” he snarled moving agitated in his chair. “How’s my boy?” His eyes squinted and he began to breathe heavier. 

A pang of sympathy bounced around my heart when I thought of Maddox’s tattooed little face asking sadly to write him a letter. “Dr?!” Joker yelled at me seeming to hyperventilate for a moment. “He is doing well. He stays with my husband and I” The room around us seemed to close in making way for a feeling of claustrophobia. J’s eyes softened but they still peered deeply into me pleading for.. comfort? “He lives in your house with Bruce?” I shivered slightly hearing him say Bruce’s name. “Yes he does. It’s a safe place for him. Our butler has been home schooling him and he’s doing quite well. He’s very intelligent.” J leaned back in his chair sighing with relief. “Good orphans take care of other orphans you know Dr” He began to smiling. 

As chilling as his smile may be it lighted up the room seeing him act as his normal self. I nodded smiling softly. “Let’s touch on that subject shall we?” His smiled widened. “Sure thing Mrs.Wayne Play with my broken mind” I opened up my notebook reading through the questions I wanted to ask him. “What happened the night you were caught by the police.” He growled at my questioned. “You mean the Bat?” I nodded annoyed with his tone. “Yes The Batman” Satisfied he continued on leaning casually forward so his chest was resting on the metal table. “You see, Dr. it was bring your child to work day and I didn’t want the little brat to be disappointed you see so I gave one of my apes bad directions knowing the bat would catch wind of it. I just wanted my little boy to witness what I do Dr.” he slapped his hands smiling tightly, letting out a loud laugh. “The poor kid was wrapped up in a shoot out and taken before I could get my hands on him!! How that sound huh? Pretty doll?” He leaned back in his chair displaying more movement then he ever had in our past meetings.

 I looked down my list of questions setting my eyes on one that may be treading a little to close to a possible trigger. My eyes met his he was still smiling waiting for the next question. “What about Carmen?” I said trying to keep a pleasant tone. His smile faded away slowly and his eyes narrowed in on mine. “How do you?” He growled bouncing his head off of the table screaming “Don’t say her name!” The guards opened the door I smiled at them to show that everything was okay. He had random outbursts like this before normally ending in fits of laughter not rage. “The batman found Carmen and your son, Maddox-” he raised his head painfully up looking at me with a tired and terrorized face. You could tell in his demeanor he wanted me to stop. 

Slowly he repeated Maddox and Carmen’s names to himself. “in a closet after you had been taken away from the warehouse at 12:30 Pm. Maddox was clinging onto Carmen who-” I thought for a minute part of me wanting to say she was alive but knew it was best not to say. “Was pronounced dead two hours later from self asphyxiation”  He head fell onto the table, lethargically he rolled his head back and forth groaning uncomfortably. “Take me back to my cell Dr.” I head back a smile surprised to hear the words come out of his mouth. “Okay I can do that. Get some rest.” I lightly stroke his head whistling for the guards. Knowing the drill they took The Joker out of the room. He sat limply in his chair staring into nothing as they wheeled him away. 

Bruce and I went out to one of the many restaurants he own that night. It was a one based on French cuisine, I wasn’t a huge fan but his eye always lit up when the many kinds of bread was brought. He would look t me and say. “Look at that Y/N, it’s the finest bread in Gotham” I would raise my eyebrows and smile agreeing sarcastically. Bruce tonight was quieter than usual. “What’s wrong dear?’ I said slurping up some of my baked Camembert noisily. He smiled chuckling lightly. “I’ll be going out of town for a few days and I need you to stay with Maddox and Alfred.” I put my spoon down exhaling loudly annoyed. “What for?” He took a drink and looked handsomely into the crowd of people. It was poorly lit so he had to squint to clearly see anything. “Wayne enterprises is hosting a fund raiser in Paris and I am expected to make an appearance.” I nodded avoiding eye contact my feelings hurt and suspicious that he wouldn’t invite me. I let the feelings remain docile it was no use fighting. It was never a good idea to fight with him before he left town. The remainder of the night we ate quietly both avoiding any contact. When we got home Bruce played a board game happily with Maddox. I sat on the coach drinking tea watching them. 

The tattoo on Maddox’s face was beginning to scab over causing him to scratch frantically. “Honey” I said grabbing his hand softly. “You shouldn’t scratch it” He put his hand down stubbornly “But it itches, bad!” I nodded understanding where he was coming from even though I didn’t have any tattoos of my own. “I understand the but you don’t want it to get infected” He just shrugged being distracted when he realized Bruce was winning the game. “You sneaky man!” He explained outraged. I laughed talking my place back on the coach falling asleep soon after. 

Thank you for reading all :) 

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[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Mrs.Wayne

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by bubblyani

While helping your friend Bruce out with some domestic matters, you encountered with old Wayne memorabilia, which led to unexpected events. #MrsWayne mood.

Words: 1762, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman (Movies - Nolan)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Reader

Relationships: Bruce Wayne/Reader, Bruce Wayne x Reader - Relationship

Additional Tags: Self-Insert

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