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the-daydreaming-show · 3 months

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❝never a tear, baby of mine❞ — Jason Todd

dick's version

Jason was a quiet kid. So quiet and calm that he didn't was totally a child, more was like a mini adult.

NOTE:

This is like REALLY late, because I had problems with my internet and the power on me going out, so I apologize for that.

As always, thanks to our beta reader: @igotmessymind.

And wiht no further ado, I hope you find wait worth it, I apologize again and that you for reading!!

XOXO ELLA.

This story is part or the BATMOM SCARLET WITCH UNIVERSE that I have create. I hope you enjoy!!!

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

WARNINGS: Mentions of child neglect; Jason (not his actual) mom death.

Contrary to popular belief, Dick was always the son who kept you and Bruce on the edge of your seats.

People were always surprised when you told them this. Probably, because with those blue eyes and adorable dimples, your eldest son knew how to fool people so easily. But the boy had grown up in the circus and had more energy than a thunderbolt. You couldn't count the times you found him hanging from the ceiling lamps, practicing his pirouettes. He was the reason there was a strict rule at Wayne Manor about not taking your feet off the ground without adult supervision.

Jason, your baby, he was easy. People were shocked at this statement as well.

People expected him to be a little savage whenever you guys made a public appearance, whether it was at a gala or going to the market.

Yes. You had to keep him from talking to the press, because he had a habit of being verbally deadly, but other than that he was always the calmest of kids. But other than that, he never left his calm character at all times when being in public and in private as well.

This unfounded popular belief probably had something to do with the boy being taken off the streets by you and your husband. Literally.

Your husband kidnapped a child from an alley in Gotham on a given winter night.

Mmmh, maybe Bruce was your most chaotic boy and not Dick like you thought.

You weren't in the batcave that night, so Alfred was the one supervising the computer. But when it got particularly late, just before the sun began to rise, you woke up to find that your husband still wasn't sleeping clinging to your waist like he usually did. So you decided to go downstairs to see what was going on.

You meet Alfred, waiting with a tray with three cups of freshly brewed tea.

“Are we expecting someone, Alfred?” you asked as you approached the man preparing everything with elegance.

“That's right, Miss” the man said, looking up with amused eyes “Master Bruce has found company on tonight's patrol” he gave you the look of a father disappointed but not surprised by his son's actions. But before you could say more or ask questions, the sound of the Batmobile in the distance made you approach the platform where the car typically parked.

Bruce jumped out of the car, in his Batman suit, without any injuries that you could see, then leaned over to help a small body out of the vehicle. He was a boy, skinny to the bone, in your eyes, dressed inappropriately for the weather, and looking around with startled eyes. You looked at your husband in confusion, Bruce could practically see the question mark on your forehead. So he walked over to you, while the boy was too gawking at the cave to notice that you guys were talking to the side.

“¿Did you kidnap a child again?” you asked in a worried whisper.

“No” Bruce defended himself, pulling off the hood of his suit so that you could see all of his beautiful face in front of you. “His name is Jason” he explained to you while they both looked at the boy for a moment. Jason had stepped away from the Batmobile to look down at the edge of the platform at the void below you, his cheeks against the metal of the railings. (You were mentally grateful to have convinced Bruce to put those railings all over the cave, after that Dick started spending more time there years ago). “And I found him trying to steal the tires from the Batmobile. He was alone, and he told me that he intended to sell it to buy food” he told you, and you instinctively looked at said car.

That beastly car had almost been desecrated by the little hands of a hungry child, who didn't seem at all affected by the idea of almost robbing THE Batman. You found the situation amusing.

“Really?”, you asked your husband, smiling amused.

All while Jason was looking fascinated at the ceiling of the cave and wondering: ¿Where did the lights hang from?. He couldn't see the roof of the place.

“Yeah. And he almost got away with it.” Bruce seemed almost proud of the boy's actions, and you couldn't feel the same way. Press your lips together in an attempt not to laugh out loud.

“¿And how does all that explain your kidnapping him?” you asked teasingly, to which Bruce rolled his eyes in exoneration and giggled impishly at it.

“You are Bruce Wayne's wife” the boy's voice made them both look at him, but the boy was not intimidated and kept talking. “Which makes sense, because if Bruce Wayne is Batman, obviously his wife will know.” he said, more like a thought out loud than a conversation with you. “My mom used to say that she would die from one of the shoes you put up and that they showed on TV, but in the end she died from the drugs, not your shoes” he explained naturally. To which you threw your head back a bit in surprise at such a natural statement about something that must have been very sad. Looking at your husband and his eyes told you it was the first time he heard about this. “I hope you don't mind, Mrs. Wayne.” the boy apologized quickly, suddenly very aware that he was talking to two of the richest people in Gotham (and the world as well) “B told me I could spend the night here. But don't worry tomorrow, in the morning I'll leave without causing any problems” he quickly explained to you.

You looked at your husband again, and he left a memory in his mind for you to see as an explanation. He showed you how he had found the boy, how Bruce had talked him into agreeing to let him buy something to eat and then offered him a place to sleep, because the boy admitted that he was all alone. With a dead mother and a father who was in prison, the boy lived on the streets of Gotham, surviving as best he could. Jason hadn't trusted him at first, which was understandable. Who knew what he had seen living on the streets of a city like Gotham. So Bruce did the only thing he could think of to gain the boy's trust, so he could get him to safety, as he took off his mask. And Jason, faced with such a show of honesty, agreed to get on the Batmobile to return with Bruce to the cave. (Or, Bruce put the boy in the car before he could get over the shock of the news. It depends on how you look at it.)

“Oh honey. Don't worry, it doesn't bother me at all, we have plenty of space available” you assured him with a sweet smile to which the boy smiled back. It was true, since Dick had moved in with the Titans, there was too much empty space for your liking. “Come, sit down and have some tea, it will help with the cold” you said, pointing up the stairs to the main platform of the cave.

“Cool!” the boy exclaimed as they started walking. Bruce instinctively reached for your hand, not wanting you to stray too far from him, just because.

Then Jason ate a dozen of Alfred's cookies, drank all his tea, and at the end, Bruce let him touch the batcomputer, watching the boy's fascination with all the buttons. (Of course, the latter was under your and Bruce's watch. You didn't want the boy to activate some self-destruct protocol or something). He played with the satellite map for a while, showing you the places he had been and the school he used to go to before his mother died. Then he started to yawn, and you were sure the sun should have risen outside by that point.

“Well, it's time to go up” you said when you saw him yawn widely for the third time. “Come on” you stood up from your seat next to him to offer him your hand. The boy frowned at you, severely confused.

“¿Up where?” he asked, looking at your hand suspiciously, but rising to take it and follow you nonetheless. You had that effect on him. You were so pretty, and warm, and kind that he thought to himself, there was no way you were real, surely all of this must be a cruel hallucination of some kind.

“Up home, Jay” you told her as you turned to be greeted by a Bruce who had already come out of his suit and was waiting for them both on the stairs to the elevator. “We're below Wayne Manor” you explained, thinking that he was confused as to what was above your heads and why they would go there.

“Will you let me sleep in your mansion?!” the surprised boy asked. There was definitely something wrong there, there was no way two of the richest people in the city would let him sleep in his house, in one of his beds, with expensive mattresses and even more expensive sheets. Impossible.

“Of course” you said with a sweet smile, “We have many empty rooms and now one of them is yours”

“Your room is ready, young Jason.” Alfred told him, joining the walk to the elevator. “Though maybe an extra cookie or two was left in the room by accident. I hope that's not a problem for you” he said, smiling complacently, at which the boy laughed mischievously. You gave him a look that Alfred pretended not to catch, and they all went on their way while.

“I didn't think you would let me sleep at your house.” the boy admitted shyly, looking at his shoes, once again thinking aloud.

It took you a second to realize that Jason had thought she'd leave him sleeping in the cave, like a stray dog, and it broke your heart. You promised yourself to do everything you could to make that little boy feel like he deserved nothing less than the best in the world.

Jason didn't leave the mansion after that day.

Social Services didn't put up much resistance to the adoption, for two reasons. Firstly, you and Bruce already had a pretty good record of adopting and raising Dick. And second, stirring up the issue too much would show how they hadn't looked for Jason after he had run away from his last home. From what you've seen, his file only contains basic information leading up to the fact that he was supposed to be in foster care with 10-15 other kids, but clearly they've been on the streets for quite some time. And Jason seemed to have adjusted quickly when the caseworker came to visit for the first few weeks, at least to her standards. But in your eyes, the child was far from having adapted to the idea of being part of the family.

Jason gets up early, before everyone else in the house.

You had learned from the experience with Dick that establishing a strict bedtime schedule was important in the long run. So you knew he was sleeping because you watched him before you went to sleep yourself. So the boy sleeps well and you could confirm it. He had admitted to you that it had been difficult in the early days to sleep at night because he could never really be asleep while living on the streets. Something about the heavy blankets over him made him fall asleep peacefully. His lights went out before he could even finish laying his head on the pillow. Of course, this one you had invested a lot of money in more blankets for the child, which was the only thing that Jason had allowed to be bought for his room.

He assured you that the room was fine as is, and it did not need to be changed. What you'd called bullshit all along, because there was no way a kid would like a room that was the closest thing to a blank page. But you hadn't pushed him, waited until he was more comfortable in the new environment.

So the boy was sleeping in a guest room he didn't want to make entirely his own. He was up before anyone else in the house, even Alfred. He would get ready and go down to breakfast alone. He got what he needed by scaling the counter and cabinets if necessary, leaving Alfred to clean up the marks on his slippers. This until Jason overheard him, after which he started taking off his sneakers before climbing up to find the cereal. He ate breakfast in silence, looking out the kitchen window at the patio, then washed everything he had used by hand, even though there is a state-of-the-art dishwasher in the kitchen. He then left the kitchen and got lost in the mansion.

Bruce found him in the mansion's library a couple of times. Jason said that he was trying to practice his reading, since he hadn't been to school since before her mom died because he had to take care of her when her dad was arrested. Your husband offered his help, but the boy refused. And since Jay realized that his hideout had been discovered, he began to roam the mansion, picking random rooms to hide in during the day when you and Bruce began to keep him company in the library.

The child hides and avoids both of you. You at first thought that was a repeat of Dick's first few months, that Jason was mad at the world. Consequently, you would expect anger and yelling anytime you ran into Jason around the mansion. You mentally braced yourself for the thought of all that chaos again, how he would sneak out of school when he started once the holidays were over and the whole package was over.

This time, you were ready and prepared to help him with that rage. You won't let it consume you like Dick did for a long time because you didn't know how to handle it. This time you will do well.

But Jason's eyes would light up when you or your husband greeted him in the mornings after meeting him at the house. He clung to the hands of one or both of you every time you went out into the street. He would hug your waist when you hid him from the paparazzi in the park. (You had a no-photos rule for your kids, only official photos approved by you and your husband, so you and the paparazzi didn't have the best relationship in the world.) He let you guys hug him and look at him without problem. He never initiates affection, but he clung to it when it was given to him, both from you and from Bruce, or Alfred even.

So you were confused, to say the least.

However, you had learned your lesson with Dick. There were situations in which you had to be active and aggressive to help your children. So you talked to Bruce and you both decided it was time to talk to Jason about this peculiar pattern.

Then Alfred told you that if they both faced him at the same time, it would be too intimidating for the boy, causing him to shut down more than help.

Blessings be Alfred. He has always been the smartest in the house (don't tell that to Bruce).

Like every night, Jason had already gotten ready and tucked themselves into bed. Also, he had offered to help Alfred with the cleaning like every day, but the butler had refused as he did a lot lately. So he decided to do the whole night routine without bothering you: he brushed his teeth, put on his pajamas, got into bed and read a book, like you usually offer to do. It cost him less than before, but still some words were complicated.

You arrived shortly after he had finished reading his fourth story of the night and had accidentally gotten hooked on reading another one. You knocked on the door softly as you opened it.

“Oh, you're already in bed,” you commented, surprised that the boy had done everything himself. Usually, he lets you help with all of this without a problem, so you're disappointed that he won't let you help him.

“Yes, and I just read one story,” he said, quickly trying to hide that he had disobeyed the one-story rule. Jason didn't want you to be angry. He knew you wouldn't hurt him, but he feared your disappointment more than your fury.

“Really?”, you asked excitedly. You knew how hard he had worked to improve his reading these past few weeks to prepare for school. “That's amazing, honey,” you told him as you closed the door softly and walked to sit next to him. Jason smiled happily at your tone of pure joy and pride in his accomplishment.

“Yes,” Jason said as he closed the book and left it on the nightstand, excited to tell you about his progress, “I still have a hard time with some words. But I will fix it before school starts.” He made it clear to you right away, so don't worry.

The truth is that Jason didn't want to bother. Not you, not Alfred, not Bruce. In his mind, that was the way to be a good son. That was what his parents had taught him.

Willis Todd hated it when Jason was in the way. He always ran into him around the house (although that was probably beer-related), and that ended badly for Jason. So Jason learned quickly to stay out of the way so as not to be in the way, not in the sight of his parents, because that was good. His mother never said anything against that arrangement, so he always assumed she agreed.

When his dad left, disappearing without any notice (Jason eventually found out on the streets that he had been arrested and sent to prison), it became difficult for his mom not to see him since she had to do everything. But she was too high to notice half the time. And the other half, when she was aware of him, she wasn't aggressive towards him, she went from hugging him lovingly to crying on her shoulder. As if Catherine were the child and Jason was the father, she was comforting. Then she didn't get up after one dose, and the police came after he called an elderly woman who lived next door to her to ask her to call an ambulance. Then they put him in a couple of foster homes. But no one paid much attention to him, and it wasn't worth putting up with the other children, especially the older ones, who enjoyed tormenting him for being smaller. So he ended up on the street, taking care of himself. It was more natural for him to depend on himself alone than to let them take care of him.

“Well,” you said, settling next to him against the headboard, “but there's no need for that. That's why you're going to school — to learn,” you explained as you ran your hand through his curls. “It's okay if you don't know everything before that.”

“But I don't want to be behind the rest of my classmates, they surely already know how to read very well,” he explained regretfully, somewhat embarrassed.

Only once had his parents been called to the school he had gone to in Park Row. The teacher meant well, for sure. But telling her father that Jason seemed to need a little more help than usual with his reading and that it would be a good idea to move him to a school with a special program for kids like him only made her father see it. And that was never something good. He didn't want you to feel upset with him for that, either.

“It doesn't matter what other children know or don't know, Jason,” you assured him lovingly. “It matters that you learn without fear of not knowing. It's not a bad thing to not know how to do something that's hard for you to do, sometimes,” you tried to explain, and the boy nodded slowly, processing the information you had given him.

Jason thought for a moment, absorbing what you said, but he was not sure how to respond in a way that would make you happy but not be a nuisance to your daily life. But you didn't let him get to a question because you asked him one in return.

“Jason, my dear,” you called, breaking the boy from his thoughts, who looked at you with big, blue eyes. So precious your baby was. “I have a very important question for you, and I need you to answer me honestly,” you asked him seriously, to which the boy adjusted himself with a worried frown to face you more.

It reminded you of Bruce, who made the same gestures when you talked to him seriously.

Your heart tightened with pride at how your two boys, Dick and Jason, were beginning to imitate Bruce so soon after meeting him. Despite all of his doubts, he was someone the kids immediately looked to as an example. You reminded him repeatedly, despite his complaints, because he needed to be reminded that being Batman wasn't the only way he could make a difference to people. He did it every day in his home, with your children, and with you.

“Yes, Mrs. Wayne - Sorry, y/n,” he corrected himself quickly, but you thought nothing of it despite the way he cringed in place at his own mistake.

“Jay, do you like being here with me, with Bruce, and with Alfred? Are you happy being part of this family?” you asked a little fearfully, sounding as soft as possible so that it didn't feel like an interrogation.

Jason was stunned. His blue eyes looked at you in confusion: Why would you ask such a question? Of course, he was happy, Jason had everything he could need to survive and the company of you and Bruce. Why would you think he wasn't happy with you?

You saw the confusion painted on his face the moment you asked, so you decided to elaborate a little more on the situation.

“You see, Bruce and I have noticed that you don't seem to be around the house much even though you're here. You even get up to have breakfast alone. It seems like you are hiding from us, Jay. Which is why Bruce and I are worried” you began to explain in a soft tone, “Did something happen? Is there something bothering you?

“No, there's nothing that bothers me,” Jason assured quickly, so worried about the situation. “I just don't want to be in the middle,” the boy explained, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Which made your heart break, and you wondered why he would believe that.

Would there have been any comments from you or Bruce?

Or something you guys did that gave Jason that impression?

Whatever it was, it needed a solution because it couldn't be further from the truth. Personally, you had missed having a child in the house, and so had Bruce, despite his attempt to pretend that Dick's departure hadn't bothered him.

Your husband and eldest son had a very ugly fight before he went to live in the Teen Titans Tower. He had arranged for you and Alfred to serve as intermediates. But that didn't change your oldest son's decision to move out of the house. A lot of his stuff was still at Wayne Manor, but he wasn't, which made it a little depressing for you.

“Why do you think you're in the middle?” you asked sadly.

“Well, I know it bothers adults when kids are all over them needing things and asking questions. So I try not to be too intense with you because I am very grateful because now I am part of the family.” Jason shrugged as he looked at his hands, trying to remove his cuticles. A nervous habit that you had noticed.

Unsure of what to do, you played it safe and hugged Jason over the shoulder with one arm, holding him close to you, while with your other free hand, you stopped the suggestion of pinching your cuticles by taking his hand and caressing his plasma instead.

You thought for a moment about how you could handle the whole situation without the need to abruptly destroy the belief system and give it a crisis. You also didn't want all of this to sound like a reprimand for believing something that couldn't be further from the truth, because it wasn't his fault. But you weren't going to leave things like that.

“You know, Jay. Bruce and I are not like other adults," you started feeling a little like Mean Girls' mom and her 'I'm not a regular mom, I'm a cool mom', which made you want to roll your eyes, but you kept going. “We love having you around. Dick got us used to that, you know, so we’d love for you to get in the middle as much as you like Jay,” you explained, and the boy looked at you with wide eyes, a gleam of hope in them.

“Really?” he asked doubtfully.

“Really serious,” you assured him with a smile, which Jason couldn’t help but quickly spread. “Besides, you can always know without a doubt that as long as you are in the middle of your father and mine, you will never have to worry about anything. Because you will be safe and sound,” you assured him gently, moving a hair from his forehead and then kissing the area lovingly.

“I like that,” Jason whispered, as if the thought had escaped him, looking at you with stars in his eyes. He really liked that idea.

Jason ran down the stairs while you calmly entered the house with bags of clothes in hand. Alfred was behind you with more bags and resigned to the fact that you had once again bought extra clothes for the whole family. Yes, you also bought him a couple of new sweaters, the kind he liked, but he insisted they were too expensive.

You didn't finish passing through the living room towards the stairs when Jason ran up and hugged your waist without thinking twice. Now, at thirteen years old, it would probably be time for you to start asking him to take care of the force with which he threw himself into his arms whenever he saw you. But the truth is that you didn't want him to. If you two fell, so be it, but you would never ask Jason to walk away. Not after what it was like the first time your son was in the house.

“Hello, sweet boy,” you said to Jason while hugging as best you could with the bags in your arms. “I got you another one of those hoodies that you said you liked. I got it in red, I thought that color would look good on you”.

Jason didn't stop hugging your waist as the three of you went upstairs to leave the bags so he could try on what you had bought him. Nor when, after trying everything on and being satisfied with his new clothes, you went back downstairs to have tea and eat cookies in the library. Not even when the two of them left there to greet Bruce when he arrived late from the Wayne Enterprise, and he received the same hug, but with more balance than you. Dick arrived, and Jason was still clinging to your waist until all sat down to eat dinner.

“Was I like that?” Dick asked in a mocking whisper to Alfred.

“Was?” mocked back the butler “Master Dick, you are still exactly like that”

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charlotteking23 · 5 months

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Hi! I really enjoy your stories! I was wondering if you could write a batfam x batmom reader story about the boys (not including bruce) getting magically age reversed (i.e. dick becomes damian's age, damian becomes Dick's age, and Jason and Tim swap ages) and the 4 of them getting into shenanigans and chaos. And Batmom teasing and coddling them.

This sounds amazing, and sorry it took so long to post but I was writing it and my computer started resetting and it did not save this draft so I had to start over.

WHAT HAPPENED!!!

Bruce decided to take his kids to the Justice League hall, where he was showing them the Machine Hall which was VERY DANGEROUS. During the middle of the tour, there was an emergency alert, deciding to leave his kids in said dangerous room but why not.

"Jason, don't touch that Dad said it's dangerous", said Dick was already tired of Jason's shenanigans, and playing pranks on everyone. "Quit being such a buzzkill, and have fun no adults are around", Jason said in a playful tone. Jason was very unserious sometimes but when he's mad he will kill you. "You know Jason, you don't act very mature for an Adult and BTW there are adults around you and Dick", Tim was the smart one always pointing out his brother's mistakes in a not-so-kind way. Damian just stood there glaring at his brother fighting like little children.

"Oh what, touching a machine is going to get us killed", said Jason. "I hope it kills you first", Damian said. But It was too late for Jason had touched the machine despite Dick's warning.

Suddenly a bright light blinded the boys. AHHHHHH, screamed the boys, The bright light dimmed down and the boys saw each other but of different ages. Dick and Damian's ages were switched so Dick was 12 and Damian was 25. So was Jason and Tim, Jason was 17 and Tim was 23.

The boys were freaking out, trying hard to comprehend the situation. Damian started to immediately blame Jason for this while Dick was trying to calm himself down from having a panic attack. Lastly, Tim wasn't that affected and went looking at the machine Jason touched. "Hey guys look at this" Stated Tim when the boys looked at where Tim was pointing They realized... "Jason you Idiot you touch an age switch Machine", said Dick. "Aww shit, I didn't think this would happen," said Jason. "No fucking duh Jason, if you knew this would not have happened," Damian said while hitting Jason on the back of his head.

Bruce later found out with a panic attack and was scared of how he would tell his wife this happened under his care. But he also grounded Jason for 1 month again.

Timeskip to the manor

hey kids..... was the first thing Batmom had said before seeing her kids not looking like her kids. WHAT HAPPENED? Her Dick looks so young and cute and her Dami looks so tall and mature, Jason looks like a teenager and Tim seemed well older.

Mom we can explain, Dick said and explained the whole situation of what happened because of Jason's stupidity. Well, where was your father when this happened? What Tim had told her was not the answer she wanted. You left the kids alone in a dangerous machine room, Batmom continued scolding Bruce and her kids for this misfortune but internally screaming about how cute her kids looked.

No matter how hard she tried, she absolutely adored Dick and Jason, for it reminded her when they were young. And then she started crying with Tim and Damian feeling sad they had grown up so tall and handsome even though they were still the same by heart externally they looked different.

DICK

Being a 12-year-old was not as bad as he thought or so he thought. His mother became even more protective watching his every move and she refused to let him go whenever they hugged each other. Mom, you have to let me go, NO!, his mother shouted. But...Mom, I can't breathe. Then breathe later.

During this chaos, he found out he had to go to school, don't ask why. The whole day was torture I mean who wants to go to school after already graduating not Dick, to make matters worse he had to hang out with Jon. He was the only kid he knew and he didn't want to socialize with kids younger than him.

Curfew for patroling was a lot different since he was 12, he had to be home at 10:00 and he couldn't go anywhere without an escort because he was too "young" to drive.

And even the Titans made fun of his appearance, I mean their brave and powerful leader was a 12-year-old and a short one. Can you guys just help me! Dick shouted in anger. No, can do, not until we finished laughing at how short you are, kon said laughing at Dick who couldn't even reach the high cabinets.

JASON

Jason, honey what are you doing? you need to get up, his mother said in her usual calm voice. here he was lying in his bed with nothing to do, it was only 7:30 am. Why, I have nothing going on. Didn't I tell you, you're going to school to collect Tim's work so he can complete it at home, Batmom said while opening his blinds. But Mama...No buts get up and get ready for school. Jason was not happy and grumbled the whole time getting ready for school.

Jason was getting ready for patrol putting on his suit and wishing his Mama goodbye. Before she told him the horrible news, He had a curfew. His mother used the excuse that growing boys needed energy and he had school in the morning. Mom, please I don't need a curfew I am fine. No, and that's final Jason, his mother said in a stern voice.

good news He could drive and hang out unlike Dick who needed to be escorted when driving, Man did Jason crack up and tease Dick. HA, you can't drive what a loser, Dick was not happy and vowed he would get Jason back.

With Jason's curfews, he had to sneak out but lucky for him, he had done it so many times. The only problem is his mama was watching him like a hawk, but when everyone was asleep he decided to climb out of his window. Only to be stopped by the infamous Batmom and her sidekick Batman, grounding him for another month. Hey mom, how did you know I was sneaking out and where I would be? hmm, Dick told me. Damn it, Jason said cursing under his breath passing by a laughing Dick when coming upstairs towards his room.

TIM

was Tim happy? Yes, yes he was. Switching ages with Jason seemed bad but it turned out good when he found out he didn't have to go to school, he had the whole day to himself. While Jason had to go to his school and get all his assessments, It was good because it only took him an hour to complete the work Jason gave him.

First thing first, He explained to Stephanie what happened after she accidentally came to the manor expecting to see her boyfriend but instead saw a tall, handsome adult-like Tim. It took some time for her to cope with what happened but after she was furious with Jason. After he came back from school she hit him with her slipper right in the face. OWWWW what Hell Stephanie! why did you hurt me, Jason said in shock. You turned my boyfriend into well this, Stephanie said with her hands still griping the slipper. MOM, why are you standing there, do something! but to Jason's surprise, his mother did nothing and instead told him, he deserved it.

Tim had no curfew which meant rubbing it in his brother's face. HAHA, Damian and Tim both laughed at Dick and Jason going home from patrols while they get to stay. Shut up, both of them grumbled not liking the feeling of being teased. Since Tim was legally an adult, why not have alcohol, after one glass of wine he got drunk. HEy GUyS, LoOK at ME I aM a BAnANa, Then proceeded to start crying when Titanic came on, NOOOOO, HOw COuLd JAcK DIe!!! while the whole Bat-family saw this, well now we know he has no alcohol tolerance said Dick, with Jason and his mother laughing their asses off. Damian looked at his father to say something only for him to be astonished, trying to find the proper words only for nothing to come out. And Alfred gets Tim some tissues and water.

DAMIAN

Damian hated everything and everyone except for his mother of course. He Knew from the beginning this was bad and turns out he was right it was chaos.

Damian didn't do anything different except now he can drive legally, he could drive before but wasn't allowed for you know only being 12. He used this opportunity to get away from his crazy family.

Damian still hang out with Jon when he was out of school and gossiped about Dick and how he was at school, it was hilarious. Though Dick was not happy about it.

Unlike Tim, Damian had a high alcohol tolerance. Dami, you are surprisingly good at drinking and not getting drunk easily, have you drunk before? No, Ummi..... but could not continue, how could he lie to his Ummi so he told the truth. Yes, Ummi I already had my first drink. WAIT, WITH WHO? said Batmom in a shout, ready to throw someone out the window. With Dad, and that was not the answer she was looking for. BRUCEEEEE!!!!, screamed Batmom. Yes honey, Bruce said panting. Did you take Damian to have his first drink? Umm oh no is that the Joker breaking into the bank again. Oh No better stop him bye, and with that, he left like he was Flash already out the door. And to say the least, Batmom was not happy.

Time skip after 3 days

Some random mad scientist Bruce found on the black market reversed the kid's ages. Dick was 25, Jason was 23, Tim was 17 and Damian was 12.

Everything was back to normal, SIKE. Batmom punished everyone in the manor except for Alfred of course for all the things they did when reversed. Bruce was grounded and sleeping on the couch leaving the kids alone in a Dangerous machine room and keeping the fact that Damian had his first drink.

Batmom was so happy but still sad. Of course, she's happy her kids are back to normal but her two eldest had to leave to go back to their house, it was heartbreaking. So to make their mom feel better they did Family Game Night 😉.

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

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Family nights|| Bruce Wayne x Batmom Reader × Batboys

Summary: Your children keep you company after patrol until your husband arrives.

Warnings: English is not my native language.

(DC masterlist)

You were woken by a movement at the bottom of the bed and your first reaction was to reach out to Bruce's side of the bed. Noticing the lack of your husband's warmth at your side, you reluctantly opened your eyes, a sigh escaped your lips and, as you moved your legs, you heard a complaint: "Mom, I'm here". You readjusted your position, with an expression of confusion on your face.

"Damian, I told you not to wake her." It was Tim's turn to speak, his sudden presence startled you, he'd come out of the bathroom in your room, damn vigilante skills, when had these kids gotten in here? "Tsk, you don't even know what happened, I didn't wake her, Drake" you sighed recognizing the scenario that always ended in a long argument between the boys, before Tim could retort arousing Damian's fury you butted in "Ok, you two have had enough of this, let's not do this now" Your body stretched towards Damian pulling him into your arms, while leaning on the headboard.

"Mummy's boy" Jason's mocking voice was heard as he lay down on the side of the bed that belonged to Bruce, had he been lying on the floor all this time? Confusion returned to her face at the thought. "Shut up, Todd, it's not my fault you're too old to be with your mother" Despite Damian's quick response, you felt him tense in your arms, you wouldn't have hugged him if you'd known it wasn't just him and Tim in the room, everyone knew how shy Damian was with displays of affection. Your embrace loosened, but the boy still didn't get off your lap.

"Get your big ass over there, Jason," said Dick as he got up from the floor too, but unlike Jason, he had a pillow in his hand, you couldn't even be surprised anymore. The eldest of your children settled down on the bed with the space left for him, turning to you and saying "Hi, Mom," a half-childish smile escaped him, and you reciprocated in the same way "Can you tell me what you're doing here?" Your tone was more serious than expected.

"Bruce asked us to stay with you," said Tim as he took Damian's place at the end of the bed. "He had some things to sort out after patrol," added Jason. You turned on the lamp next to the bed, all this time the boys were walking around the room with the help of the light from the hallway.

"Actually, father asked me to stay with you until he got back, the others invited themselves" Damian informed "In fact, Dick invited himself and pulled Tim and me into it" Jason let out in a tired grumble. "It would be like a slumber party, according to him" Tim let out a sigh, their eyes turned to Dick waiting for his side of the story and receiving only a shy smile in response.

You glanced at the clock on your bedside table as you said "It's late, one of you go and get him" Referring to Bruce, all of your children let out a tired sigh and before a general discussion started you said "Ok, text him and tell him to come" Dick was the one who picked up his cell phone and sent Bruce a text message, not quite sure how long it would take for him to see it.

You closed your eyes in an attempt to go back to sleep as kicks to your side tried to hit Tim "Damian, leave your brother so I can sleep" the younger man squeaked "But mom, he's lying on top of me" You didn't even have to open your eyes to know that Damian was exaggerating about his brother's current position. "Damian" his tone foreshadowed a reprimand, the boy shut up and moved further away from his brother.

A comfortable hush settled over the room, you hoped to return to your old state, but Tim was in opposition "I don't want to sleep" You abandoned the idea at this point in the discussion, realizing that it would be impossible. Dick quickly retorted "You're the one of us who needs the most sleep" An annoyed murmur escaped Jason "I'm the one who needs the most sleep" He, like you, really wanted to sleep, but it looked like this family was repulsed by the term.

"We can watch a movie" Tim said, you knew he was electric because of the mission, typical attitude. "Sure, look for something" Jason sighed in response to your declaration, he can't believe you gave in so easily. Tim flipped through the catalog, indecisive about what to watch "We could watch a musical, a comedy, a horror movie..." "Your voice is the most terrifying thing tonight," Jason cut off his brother, who continued to ramble on about the different types of movie you could watch.

At one point Tim opted for a mystery movie, you rolled your eyes at the choice, the kids always figured out the mystery before the middle of the movie, ruining the experience. You watched what was supposed to be a movie session turn into a loose conversation after Tim did exactly what you had predicted. They debated the mission, most of them, Jason just mumbled something at one time or another in agreement.

"Does anyone know how to solve this? What's he talking about?" Now they were talking about one of the Charade's riddles, and it seemed that Tim still had no idea what the villain meant. "It's an allusion to mirrors" Bruce was the one who answered as he entered the room, all eyes turned to him and Jason let out a relieved sigh "Finally, I'm going to sleep" He stood up and stretched his body lazily. "What about the movie?" Damian was the one who asked "The script is weak" Tim said following Jason's example and sliding out of bed, now that he had an idea of where to start solving the puzzle there was no reason to stay there.

You watched each of your children leave the room with a brief "good night", you answered each of them, Dick was the last to leave, closing the door. A sigh of relief left your lips, wishing you could finally go back to sleep, Bruce chuckled at your attitude, before sliding in next to you, your eyes following his every move as he got into bed.

"Everything okay?" Your question was prompted by his delay in returning home "Will be" your brow furrowed hoping for a better answer, that kind of vague assurance never brought good news, but all Bruce did when he noticed your expression was leave a quick kiss on your forehead with the same words "Will be", you decided not to ask any more questions, but that subject still circled your mind.

"Family movie?" he asked, turning to the television, intending to change his focus, you followed his example, the movie was still playing in a scene that wasn't so interesting right now "Tim's choice. You're the only one missing" Even though you smiled, Bruce noticed what you meant in those words, but decided to ignore it "What movie is that?" Now he was looking at you. Taking advantage of the moment, you caught the changes in Bruce's image, he looked more tired than usual "I'm not sure, but it looks like we have two killers and one of them is the victim's brother" Anticipating his next question, you added "Tim spared no details".

A silence consumed the room, the two of you staring at the television, wrapped in each other's embrace. You weren't sure how much of Bruce's thoughts were on the movie, he seemed to be thinking about something else, but he wouldn't share it with you. Bruce had made a vow to himself not to bring the dilemmas of vigilante life into rooms with you, too bad he couldn't stop them from plaguing his own mind.

"You know you can tell me everything, right?" You tried to broach the subject gently, wishing Bruce would share his fears with you "Tim has terrible taste in movies" His response took you by surprise, drawing a laugh from you "Said the man from the musicals" You allowed the light tone to take over the conversation "I thought that was one of the things you loved about me" He couldn't believe it "I think that was one of the things you said on our first date" Another laugh erupted from you at your husband's surprised expression, "I'm sorry about that" An amused smile escaped you and Bruce could only smile back at the sight of it.

Your laughter gradually subsided and now you just looked at each other in love "I'm serious about this, you can tell me anything" You took advantage of the comfort of the situation to clarify your speech. "I know that" He seemed to focus on his own thoughts for a second "I love you" Bruce hoped that declaration would be able to quell all your worries. "I know that" You smiled cheekily, but quickly returned to your passionate expression "And I love you too".

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dragon-chica · 2 years

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Batmom and Jason Thought

Headcanon that batmom acts truly appalled if anyone tries telling her Jason did something bad.

"Jason? My sweet little Jason? how dare you try to insinuate and frame him, my boy, who has never done anything wrong in his entire life." with a glare so cold they accept their own defeat and leave the angry mother alone.

The first time it happened, Jason was terrified of getting in trouble, of disappointing you when he made a mistake and someone was just too eager to tattle on him. He didn't mean to bother someone at the gala-

Bruce never fails to find it hilarious. 'your sweet little innocent Jason? the one I met while he was stealing the batmobile's tires?'

You fix a playful glare at him, not changing your tone and patting Jason's hair while he hides beside you at the party "who has never done anything wrong in his life Bruce. Look at him, an angel."

Your proud tone and curling lips are enough to make Jason laugh too, forgetting about how stressed he was about a gala, and is happy the rest of the night to just sit with you and smile because he's "your little boy."

#listen. I'm very somft #it's been loving Jason hours for weeks #and also I'm watching Shazam and Sad Little Orphan Who Needs Loved gets to me okay #Jason Todd Is A Mama's Boy #Jason Todd x reader #Batmom #Batfam #Bruce Wayne x reader #my stuff #batboys x reader #DC comics #DC x reader

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c-nstantine · 10 months

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I wonder how will go when batmom finally gives birth to the twins

lowkey forgot about the twins so thank you!! @nickikitty24

long story short bruce was stressed but here's some hc's

While Bruce does have and ungodly amount of children, this is only the second birth he's had to witness

Let's remember when Y/N had little baby Thomas, she was cursing Bruce out over the size of his head but now she's gonna give birth to two of them

Batmom is prepared for the most part, she has all of her go bags packed, she has her recovery plan and her surgery plan incase she needs a c-section

Bruce, however was a mess. Considering the man has a plan for everything, this was hilarious. He was packing, over-packing, re-packing and then he tried to build a crib which went about as well as expected.

Damian is excited for more siblings even if he doesn't act like it. He mainly enjoys having more people in the house.

Jason and Dick just want Bruce to get a vasectomy after this. Now they love Thomas and they're soon to be younger siblings but they are so tired of coming home to find new members of the batfam.

Cass is so excited, she's read a bunch of pregnancy books and is ready to take over as midwife at a moment's notice

Stephanie wants a mini army of baby bats under her wing

Duke is happy because he's no longer the newest addition

Tim takes it upon himself to create a babyline at Wayne Enterprises. (It does fairly well.)

Once the birth comes and little Martha and Alfred Wayne are born, Bruce is relaxed and once again in his constant state of tired dad.

He does take like 4/7 nights off out of the week for the first couple of months to help Y/N with the babies waking in the middle of the night.

Thomas is a little weird like his father and likes to watch his siblings sleep. (Those bat genes run deep)

#x black!reader #black!reader #x black reader #bruce wayne x black!reader #bruce wayne #black!batmom #bruce wayne x reader #jason todd #black reader #dick grayson #duke thomas #x black!batmom #bruce x black!batmom #bruce x black!reader #c-nstantine

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dahliakbs · 1 month

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╏ ⁠❥⁠ Masterlist╏⁠

Requests: Never had requests but please don't request any nsfw, not comfortable with making it.

I only write for the fandoms I'm in and mostly write whatever's on my mind.

What I've Made So Far:

❥Batfam Fics:

✧Toddler Reader-

˖⁠♡Left In Metropolis✧⁠*⁠。

Batfam x Toddler! (GN) Reader

꒰Tired in the Dark: Batfam x Toddler! Reader,.꒱

Spending time with your big brothers - Damian Wayne

Jason's Death

✧Child Reader-

(Reader) knowing Batfam's secret identities

Damian Wayne x Child! Reader

Pillager of Art

Series

Batfam Walking you home on their patrol routes: Part 1 /Part 2

Batfam x Doppleganger! Reader: Part 1 / Part 2

Damian Wayne x Child Reader: This won't do —⁠☆ Pillager of Art

Platonic Yandere! Batfam x Rescued! Reader: Part 1

Toddler Reader bonding with the batboys - Damian Wayne

Drabbles

Stealing Bruce's Credit Card

Tim and Connor Get in a fight (batmom! Reader)

Batfam using your house as a getaway

Reverse Robins

Yandere Batfam

Toddler Reader Reacting to Jason's Death

#pin post #masterlist

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ljh-writing-blog · 1 year

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Batmom #2 - Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson was and is a force of nature. Brought to Bruce, and by extension yourself, as a child of only eight years old through suffering and death you felt yourself a kindred spirit. You were at Haley’s Circus that night, Bruce thought it would be a wonderful date. The night ended in tragedy, a stunt “gone wrong”. You only hoped the energies of the oldest Flying Graysons were at rest.

The worst part of the night was feeling everyone’s fear in the tent. Dick’s fear stood out to you, it was the strongest and you felt the immediate need to rid it from his small self. You didn’t hesitate to jump out of the stands and find him in the chaos. You made Bruce pull some strings so you could take him home, you didn’t care how but the boy was coming with you. You couldn’t, you wouldn’t, leave him alone to some foster facility for however long it would take to find him placement. You would convince Bruce to take him in, if he didn’t you’d find your own apartment and care for him yourself. Diana always wanted more girl time and you knew she loved kids. All these contingencies ran through your head as you held him close, picking him up and taking him out of the tent. Taking him away from the horror and blood that stained the tent that night.

Bruce wasn’t the best father, truthfully he wasn’t much of a father in the early years. Alfred had been a big help and you stepped up to fill the mother figure role in his life. You stopped fighting crime on the daily, only joining the battle field when absolutely necessary. You had a few shifts at the Watchtower weekly but made sure they were while Dick was at school. You refused to let him sit in his grief alone, it wasn’t healthy. At times you overwhelmed him, he was so full of desolation and rage your love made him sick. He reminded you constantly you weren’t his mother, “My mother is dead! You’re just an expensive wanna-be replacement!” His words damaged your heart at times but you never let it show, not to him at least. Alfred spent many nights baking and drinking tea with you while you both discussed the day’s events. Sometimes it was just a few tears you both pretended not to notice, others it was much more difficult. The first year had been the hardest for all of you.

You weren’t sure if Dick finding the Batcave’s Grandfather Clock entrance was the worst thing that ever happened to your family or the best: it brought your boys closer, you and Bruce started talking again, it allowed Dick to move past his anger and grief, it also allowed him to embrace his trapeze skills and think of them positively instead of the negative left behind. Your son becoming Robin was probably the best thing for his mental health at the time. But it also brought bruises, cuts, concussions, forged doctors notes, and small bouts of what Bruce called a “Napoleon Complex”. It brought pain and death right back to your doorstep in ways you never thought possible.

When Dick found out you were a superhero, with what he liked to refer to as magic, he went crazy. He demanded a talent show and to see you in your suit. You indulged if only to see his smiles, he could light up a room with his grin. Using your mutation to lift him in the air sure wasn’t what he was expecting but it was definitely cool. Once you donned your suit Dick recognized you, his next request filled you with dread. “Y/N your powers are so cool! Can you show me my deepest fear? It’d be really cool to know…” He began rambling as you felt a pit form in your stomach. You never want to use those parts of your powers on anyone you love, especially the boy you live for. Bruce, who had been watching your little fashion show, recognized you tensing up and took over the conversation. “That’s enough for today, Chum. Your mother has had a long day and she’s very tired.” It was the first time Dick hadn’t objected to you being referred to as his mother. That day started a new chapter for your family.

Dick Grayson is a force of nature but you couldn’t imagine your eldest son any other way.

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batfam-imagines · 3 months

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Okay are you taking Batmom requests? Cuz I have this absolutely hilarious idea.Blind Batmom gets taken into questioning cuz she "witnessed" a crime. The 2 officers are newbies not knowing she's Bruce's Wife, but Gordan and the others do. There's a line in my head that keeps playing.

Officer: Tell us what you saw!

Batmom: Fine you want to know? *takes off shades* Im blind ya asshole.

Gordan: *laughing his ass off*

“Hey, Gordon! Did ya see who the rookies have in Interrogation room 3?”

“The new kids already dragged some poor guy in?” Gordan quickly stood from his desk, following the group of officers heading to the interrogation viewing.

“Oh you’re gonna love this, Commissioner. But you might wanna call whatever lawyers GCPD has on retainer for the rookies. Her family’s gonna be pissed about this.”

Jim paused, his hand on the doorknob, “Shit.”

Inside the room the two new officers are sitting across from a smartly dressed woman who’s wearing sunglasses and a large dog that’s lying beside her.

Rookie #1, obviously tired of playing nice, slams his hand on the metal table and jabs a finger at the woman, “Just tell us what you saw!”

“Listen, ma’am, we just want to know what happened last night. You are the only witness left who could have seen Batman’s identity. We have several reports that his mask was compromised during the fight. Everyone at GCPD would be grateful if you could tell us anything you saw.”

The woman lets out a harsh breath, “Fine, you want to know?” She pulls her sunglasses of, revealing acid burn scars around both eyes, “I’m blind ya assholes, I didn’t see shit.”

Gordon lets out a barking laugh, doubling over, “Get those assholes out’a there before they get the whole department shut down!”

Once he’s alone in the observation room, Gordon lets out a harsh breath, “Damn rookies. How the hell am I gonna explain this to her kids?”

#batmom imagine #batmom #batfam imagine #batfamily #batfam headcanons #jim gordon

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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Through the Fire

Jason Todd x batmom!reader

Jason’s death broke you almost beyond repair, sending you into a dark pit that you struggled to claw yourself from. But what about your baby boy? What about what happened to him? And could you ever save him like you should have done years ago?

Warnings: ANGST, lots about Jason’s death, kidnapping, Jason needs a hug, references to Damian’s conception, I repeat shit tons of angst, reader wants to die for a while, swearing, descriptions of scars, insults thrown at reader, references to murder

WC: 1.7k

A/N: I realise I took this in a different direction than what the request actually was but I hope you still like it!

Minors DNI

You didn’t think being a mother was ever in your life plan, it wasn’t like you didn’t want children, you just never expected it to happen. Then, a little bird named Dick trotted into your life, bringing along with him a man who you knew was your soulmate. And a few years later, things got even better.

A boy, barely 11 years-old, tried to steal the tires off of the bat-mobile. And less than 24 hours later, he became a Wayne. Life was good, for a while. You did your best to provide your boys with as normal a life as possible given the circumstances and they seemed to flourish. That is until Jason was a month shy of his 14th birthday.

You remember that night in vivid detail like a horrible nightmare you couldn’t escape. Bruce had been silent on the coms after the explosion making a deep sense of unease settle in your gut. You remember little Jason’s bright yellow cape saturated with red, the fabric wrapped tightly around your son’s body, shielding you from the horror.

Bruce made eye-contact with you and you knew, you knew your little jay-bird had been ripped from you before his life could even really begin. The scream that echoed through the cave as you fell to your knees still haunts Alfred and Bruce to this day. The utter despair and rage of a mother who lost their baby rattling their bones.

For a long time, you blamed Bruce. Once Jason had been buried beneath his favourite tree on the grounds, you stopped speaking to your husband. You moved to the other side of the manor, refusing to eat or even sleep. You wanted so badly to be with your boy again and you wished every day that you had been the one who died, not him.

The appearance of Tim saved you. That smart little boy who wouldn’t take no for an answer wormed his way into your heart. He helped gather the pieces of your heart and stick them back together, even if there were a few shards that lay with your Jason.

Bruce welcomed you home with open arms and you both were finally able to grieve together. You became a united front once more, able to face any situation with the knowledge that you weren’t alone.

But nothing could have prepared you for this.

With a pained groan, your mind emerged from the darkness of unconsciousness. Your eyelids felt heavier than normal as you struggled to open them but eventually, you were successful. As far as you could tell from the dim light streaming through the windows, you were in an abandoned apartment. It stank of stale urine and cigarettes.

You huffed and glanced down to find that you had been tied to an old dining chair. Your gaze lifted to the door which was only a few feet in front of you. If you could bounce on the seat with enough force, you might be able to shatter the old wood and make a run for it.

“Don’t even fucking think about it.” The deep voice that spoke from the darkness further into the apartment startled you but you regained your composure quickly, after all this wasn’t your first rodeo.

“What do you want? Money? Leverage?” The man chuckled and you saw the shadow of his figure move. From what you could tell, he was huge.

“No, we just need to have a little conversation without Mr Wayne meddling.” Your stomach dropped. Who the fuck was this guy? But before you could retort, he stepped from the shadows.

The red of his helmet was what struck you first. The metal was smooth save for the white slits for his eyes, even to you who had faced the Joker head on, it was incredibly intimidating. Then emerged the maroon bat on his chest so like the symbol your husband sported. Then the two guns strapped to his thighs.

Anger rushed through your veins before you could stop it. “Red Hood.” You spat.

“Very good!” He replied sarcastically. “I’m glad I made an impression.” He walked casually over to you, his goliath body towering over you. The old floorboards creaked under his weight as he moved with the grace of a man who had spent his whole life being a soldier.

Your face remained stern as he approached, not showing even a lick of emotion. Your husband’s words echoed through your mind. “Do not show your fear, give them nothing.”

“You’ve already killed more than 20 people in Gotham, I don’t think that’s a great impression to give.”

“20 people that you know of.” He snarked, a thick Gothomite accent slipping through his carefully crafted facade. “It isn’t like your beloved husband is doing much to clean up the streets.”

He walked casually behind where you were bound and tugged on your restraints. You flinched as the rope dug into your plush stomach. “I mean he couldn’t even kill the son of a bitch that murdered your precious ‘baby bird’.” He hissed, voice full of raw hatred.

Ice ran through your veins. You couldn’t answer him, too shocked that he knew of Bruce’s double life. “I mean what kind of a man replaces his son less than a year after he was beaten to death with a crowbar! And you know what makes it even worse?” His face was now right beside yours, his mask pressed against your ear as he whispered his next words. “You let him.”

“You have no clue what you’re talking about!” You crumbled, you couldn’t help it. The pain of Jason’s death was all-too-present in your lives. “I died the same day he did.”

“And yet you’re still breathing.” He moved away, turning his back to you. “And I know why, it’s because you weren’t really his mother. You just took him in as a little pet project because you were a bored housewife with no one to nag since your Brucie was out fucking other women. If you were really my mother, you would have killed yourself a long time ago.”

A gloved hand reached up and undid the hidden clasp in his helmet. The metal fell away easily, revealing a mop of pitch black hair that covered the back of his pale neck. “Poor Mrs Wayne, stuck in that big house all alone with so much love to give but no one to give it to. Jesus Christ, no wonder Dick left, you are so stifling.”

He huffed through his nose as if this whole thing was one big cosmic joke before Red Hood finally turned to face you once more. “Well mommy, how does it feel to know that your jay-bird is a murderer?”

“Oh god.” You whimpered as you took him in. Jason’s face was covered with the silvery lines of old scars, including a large one that curled up from the corner of his lip all the way up his cheek, giving him a snarled smile. His eyes were no longer the soft hazel that they once were but now an almost supernatural green. A slash of white cut through his dark hair.

He was so different but he was still Jason. “My baby.” Tears quickly rolled down your full cheeks. “You’re alive.” You didn’t fight against your bonds anymore, you couldn’t. It felt like your body was shutting down as shock set it.

Jason scoffed at your tears. “Oh so now you wanna start crying? Fucking pathetic.” He rolled his eyes.

“My boy, my boy.” You cried. He was alive, all this time he was alive and you hadn’t found him. Guilt settled heavily in your gut and suddenly it was like it was 5 years ago. “I’m so sorry.”

“You’re just sorry that now you have to face the consequences of your actions.” You shook your head. “Or are you sorry that you weren’t a better mommy?” He asked mockingly.

“I’m so sorry Jason. I’m sorry. I love you so much.” You were in near hysterics now. “I love you.”

But evidently, that was the wrong thing to say because with an explosive amount of power, Jason threw his helmet at the far wall. The metal dented upon impact, shattering the cheap drywall. “No you don’t! You never did!” He blazed with an anger you had never seen before.

“I do. You were the best thing to happen to me Jason. You’re my baby. I’ll love you forever.” And for a split second, you saw the rage melt away and what was left was that scared little kid who just needed a guiding hand.

“Fuck you! You’re just a fucking trophy wife who can’t even keep her husband in her own bed!” He screamed into your face but you did not flinch.

“I love you.” You repeated, your tone unwavering.

“You aren’t even my real mother!” His face was red with emotion, just the same way it used to when he was upset or frustrated.

“I love you.”

“I don’t love you!” He shouted back but his eyes could no longer meet yours and his hands were shaking.

“I love you.” Your voice was soft now, just barely a whisper but you knew he heard you. He shot forward, slipping a knife from some hidden pocket into his palm. The ropes that held you fell away just as he collapsed into your arms.

You did not hesitate, you wrapped him up as tightly as you could, Jason’s head falling to the crook of your neck as your fingers tangled in his hair. “I love you my Jason.” Tears soaked through your shirt as he sobbed, his huge chest heaving with his pain.

“I was so scared. I just wanted you and you weren’t there. There was so much fire and blood.” Thick arms wound around your waist, squeezing you harshly. “I wanted my mommy.”

“I’m here now. I’m never letting you go again, never.”

He nuzzled further into you and you almost didn’t catch his quiet “I love you momma.”

“I love you more.”

And that’s where Dick found you hours later, kneeling on the dirty floor of a condemned building, Red Hood asleep in your arms as you sang him a lullaby.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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do the batkids ever find out about batmom meeting her mom? if so, how do they react?

"What's going-"

"Hush," Alfred hissed. He knew none of them should be listening. This was a private, very vulnerable moment but-

They were all curious. And feeling over protective. Alfred knew without turning around all the way that all the children were listening intently. Ready to barge in if they felt like their beloved matriarch was being disrespected.

The woman might have given birth to you but. The memory of that day at the beach loomed large. And heavy. Even after all the intervening catastophies.

And now, come to find out it wasn't really a reunion she wanted. She wanted to assuage her own guilt... and use your connections to pay for her other children's futures, from the sounds of it.

There were no tears- not really. No assurances. No outpouring of motherly feelings for her oldest child. The one she left. The one who looked death in the face and burnt it.

"I'm gonna slash her tires," Jason growled.

"Not on the property," Alfred said. He wanted this woman gone. Quickly. Not once, but 5 seperate times Bruce had had to correct her. That your name was not 76.

But the clincher came when she said, "You're not a parent you wouldn't understand."

Behind him, he could feel the collective hackles going up. And before he could stop them, One by one they pushed their way into the drawing room, all bickering and inventing a problem for you to solve. Demanding your attention and making a buffer between you and the woman who gave birth to you.

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reveluving · 2 years

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How about Batmom being his wife’s work, people can see there are atracttion , but they never do something about it.

And the kids are tired, because SHE is their mom even when Bruce insist she is a friend and his assistant. Like if there is a mothers day’s event she is the one there.

And of course she give hints, but Bruce make everything hard dating other womens, and Batmom just get tired. So she still remain in contact with the boys, but stop waiting for Bruce

Extra

If he realised that he is gonna lost her, on her wendding day with a guy that the kids like even when they don’t want to, is gonna be the cherry in the top.

"Where are you going kids? And in Tuxedos?"

"God, you never listen anything!"

"To Y/n’s Wedding, Jason is gonna give her"

And the man is just so shocked to talk

Damn. I was not expecting an angsty one??? But screw it, here we are! (For the sake of this piece, this is NOT related to 'A Mother's Touch' series, obv!)

Thanks, anon! ❤

You're right about one thing; the kids may not like the idea of giving away what could've been their mother, but they sure as hell hate seeing Bruce not appreciating you the way they do. You were not only his rock during his lowest, but each and every Batkid in the picture.

So keeping you around was their way to cope with the shit in Gotham.

But...

They wouldn't be able to forgive themselves for being selfish and keeping you here any longer. Not when they know Bruce isn't going to do anything about it. The dejection, the fake smiles you'd put on for the sake of his happiness. It was too much, even for Bruce.

So, the kids let you go. With a heavy heart, of course. Telling you that you deserved better. You didn't want to believe it, but you knew they were right. You knew Bruce felt the same way, but that ego of his was unshakeable.

As soon as you resigned from Wayne Enterprises, they knew it was over. The only thing that kept you all together was the group chat they made. Bruce, too, his heart dropped at the news, but there was a voice at the back of his mind; "I told you so." But he tried to think nothing of it, maybe you wanted to work somewhere else but still keep in touch, right?

He wished.

He should've figured out when he saw Tim, Duke and Damian talking about suit colour they should wear and Cass twirling in a dress in front of her mirror. It wasn't until he finally opened the pretty looking letter on his desk that he's kept aside for so long that he realized why.

He knew he had no business raising his voice when two of his eldest boys came to pick up the rest. Jason was seconds away from giving the man a black eye, but he had a better idea.

"You're lucky that I can't beat the shit out of you. Wouldn't want to ruin this suit when I give ma away," None of them waited for his answer, not when Bruce himself didn't know what to say.

You didn't invite him out of spite or revenge. He was the reason why you've found your beloved, so, if anything, it was a 'thank you'. Though, you had a feeling that he wouldn't attend, and you were right.

Unbeknownst to you, that man you once thought was your one and only never stopped looking at the wedding photos Jason spammed on his phone. Your contagious smile, absolutely stunning in white, in the arms of another. Most importantly, that one big family photo he knew Jason sent with a wicked smile.

You, your new husband, and all of the Batkids. Together.

Alfred could only watch his master with both pity and disappointment.

Bruce never stopped wishing that man of yours was him.

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Tada! Not the best in angst so this was the best I could do! Ask box is open for your Batmom thoughts; preferably soft or smutty tho because my heart can't handle too much angst 🤧 But thanks again, dear anon!!

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toulousewayne · 10 months

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Daily Batfam Shenanigans PT:3

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AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY PERSONAL FAVORITE ROBIN. Timmy 🥳🎂🎉🎊

Nobody:….

Dick Bends himself into the most painful and uncomfortable pose possible.

Dick: So you guys want Five Guys?

Damian:…..

Steph:……

Duke:……

Tim……

Batmom(Reading a newspaper): I want the grilled cheese burger with caramelized onions, and vanilla shake please.

Jason: Ma, You don’t see him?!

Batmom flipping to the comic strips in the paper: Don’t forget my ketchup honey.

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Damian storming in Batsis room: Sister!

Batsis: Brother.

Damian: Todd and I need to settle a dispute.

Batsis putting down her phone: Proceed.

Damian: Am I not your favorite brother?

Batsis….

Jason bursting in as well: See I told you I was her favorite.

Damian: She didn’t respond yet, you incel.

The two begin fighting and Batsis leaves her room and walks down the hall and flops on Tim’s messy bed cover in papers, files and crumbled up paper.

Tim typing at his desk,:Dick?

Batsis:Nope, the other two again.

Tim resumes typing away at his case report.

Batsis texting Cass and Kate: For the record I don’t have a favorite brother, but I find you the least annoying.

Tim (grinning): Love ya too sis.

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Tim walking in the kitchen at midnight coming to refill his mug.

Cass appears out of the pantry and hand him a back of his favorite chips.

Cass:Happy birthday. Cass leaves the room without another word.

Tim: thanks.

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Damian: Drake

Tim half sleep: Damian.

Damian placed a wrapped green box on Tim’s desk:Enjoy your date of birth.

Tim opens it and finds a new vintage camera.

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Tim walking in the kitchen while texting Bernard about meeting up for ice cream later only to find his entire family, Bernard, Clark, and Diana all sitting at the table with a full breakfast spread.

Tim:….

Everyone: Happy Birthday Tim!

Jason:Aww Timberly, don’t get soft on us.

Tim:uhh thanks. I wasn’t expecting this.

Batmom cross the room and hugs him:We’re here because we love you Tim. Happy birthday hunny.

Bernard places a party at on his head.: I hope your not mad it took two months of knowing to not spoil the surprise.

Tim: I could never be mad at you.

Dick: Good, now Alfred bring on the cake please.

Alfred: With pleasure.

Alfred wheels in a three tires blue and white cake, with candles.

Bruce (ruffling Tim’s hair): Happy birthday champ, now let’s hurry up. Your Mom baked.

Tim (grinning): Okay come on B.

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nox140497 · 5 months

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Batmom

4. Another Son

Ages

Dick is 9

Jason is 7

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~~~~~~~~Y/N p.o.v.~~~~~~~~

It has been about two years since Bruce and I adopted Dick and he hasn't grown much remaining small and slim, though he did have quite a bit of mxuscle on him from being Robin each night he was stil slim.

Also in these two years the criminals had learnt, rather painfully might I add, that if they did something to my little bird all HELL would break loose. Villians only ever kidnapped Robin once. Unless there insane *cough* Joker *cough*.

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We were responding to the Bat signal and were talking to Commissioner Gorden. We were almost done and nothing important was being said and Gorden was talking to Bruce anyway so I returned to the Batmobile only to find a boy probably only a couple years younger than Dick trying to steel the tires off of the car. I just stood there blinking at the kid as he looked at me and blinked sparkling green eyes at me.

I heard my boys comming and apparently so did the kid as he stood and turned to run but I stood in the entrance of the alley that we had hidden the Batmobile in and crossed my arms over my chest. I saw Bruce come down onto the alley and Dick stayed up on the roof. Bruce approached the kid and in pure fear the kid swung the tire iron at him. He dodged and grabbed it from the kid. I blinked and promptly burst out laughing and I could hear Dick was doing the same.

I had to admit this kid was brave not many people were brave enogh to take a swing at The Batman.

Bruce glared at me and then looked back at the kid. I did the same as I had sobered up from my laughing fit.

Now that I actually looked at the kid he looked increadibly thin like he hadn't seen a decent meal in a while and judging by the poor state of his clothes he probably hadn't.

I looked over at Bruce as he started to speak to the kid.

"What's your name kid?" He was met with silance. He asked a few more questions with the same result before looking at me expectantly. I rolled my eyes under my mask, walked over and knelt infront of the kid.

"Hey there Pal we don't bite." I said in a soft voice. He seemed to relax a little at that and I smiled.

"What's your name Pal?" I asked in the same tone.

"Jason." He said in a small voice. I smiled at him.

"Hey Jason it's nice to meet you. Now where are your parents?" I smiled. He frowned and looked down as he answered with one word.

"Dead." I blinked slowly and then looked at Bruce. 'We can not just leave him out here.' Bruce just sighed and nodded though I saw the faint smile. "Come on down Robin." He called up to the roof and Robin came down. Jason looked at Robin in awe and Robin smiled at him. We all got in the Batmobile, well Jason was tugged into the Batmobile by a happy Robin much to his shock mind you. I smiled as I listened to the two boys talk as we drove home I looked over at Bruce and he was smiling too.

Three months later we had two sons, Richard John Grayson-Wayne and Jason Peter Todd-Wayne. And Dick was an amazing big brother.

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 1 year

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Batman/Batfam Masterlist

Batman

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Batfamily

The Batman

🌟= new post

🤕= Whump 😥 = Angst 😘= Fluff/ Relationship

✍= reader insert ✉️ = ask/ request

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Fics:

One Bad Day…. (Ongoing Batman x Batmom Series) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

The Joker killed your son Jason, but your husband Bruce refuses to break his code in order to get revenge. Too bad no one told the Joker but you don't share that code. And how will you deal with the consequences of your actions?

In the Dark of the Night (Bruce Wayne x Reader) 😘 ✍ ✉️

When your children ask you to tell them a bedtime story, you tell them of the creatures who come out at night.

Leaving on a Jet Plane (Bruce Wayne x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍ ✉️

When you are offered your dream job overseas, it is the perfect chance to escape the violence and crime of Gotham City. But it also means leaving behind the man you love…. Will you really be able to say goodbye?

Drabbles:

“Are you trying to make me angry?” and “Why would you even care?” = Bruce Wayne

Fics:

Questions (Ongoing Jason Todd x Reader Series of one-shots) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

A collection of interconnected one-shots set in the same universe that documents the reader's relationship with Jason Todd, otherwise known as the vigilante the Red Hood.

I'm So Sorry (Jason Todd x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

4-Part Series: When the Joker captures you and Jason on the night of your engagement celebration, reveals some truths about your past that may threaten your relationship with Jason.

Anyone You Want (Jason Todd x Reader) 😘 ✍ ✉️

Your next-door neighbor Jason is one of the best people you know. Too bad he would never give you a second glance. And why would he when he could have anyone he wants?

Wrong Bat (Jason Todd x Reader) 😘 🤕 ✍

Someone discovers your boyfriend is part of the Batfamily so you are abducted and tortured for their identities. Too bad they didn't realize which Bat you were dating.

Not So Invincible After All 😘 🤕 😥 ✍ ✉️

Tired of living in your father’s shadow, you move to Gotham where you meet Jason Todd. As the two of you become an unstoppable team (in love and crime fighting), everything seems perfect. Until something goes wrong…

🌟 It's Not Funny 😘 🤕 😥 ✍ ✉️

When you are kidnapped by the Joker, Jason is frantic to get you back. But once he finds you, things might be worse than they first appear....

Drabbles:

“How did you get in here?” = Jason Todd

Perfect = Jason Todd

Fics:

Don't Make Me Choose (Dick Grayson x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

When your twin brother Jason goes against the family (again), your boyfriend is hurt by your choices. But will a secret from your past help him understand your decision?

Happy Meals (Dick Grayson x Reader) 😘 ✍ ✉️

For months, you and Dick have been searching for that one specific Happy Meal toy. However, is there something more nefarious behind the reason you can't find it?

Drabbles:

“It was a joke.” and “You do have a stupid face.” = Dick Grayson

“Honey, I’m home!” = Dick Grayson x Pregnant!Reader

“Looks good on you.” = Dick Grayson x Male!Reader

I’m Not Sick = Dick Grayson

Fics:

That's What Family is For (Damian Wayne & Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍

What happens when you and your adopted brother, Damian, are kidnapped and held for ransom? Nothing good.

Seeing Red (Batfam & Wayne!Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍ (First Part Before Seeing Green) (Seeing Red (Alt POV))

When Superman becomes infected with Red Kryptonite, it is up to you and the rest of the Batfam to stop him. If you can.

Seeing Green (Batfam & Wayne!Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍ (Sequel to Seeing Red)

After your encounter with Superman, your family tries everything in their power to save you.

Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Batfam & Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍

You just left the movies with Dick and Jason when you realize you left something behind. When you go back, things go terribly, terribly wrong.

Wrong Place, Wrong Time: Aftermath (Batfam & Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍

After the events of Part One, Dick and Jason must break the news to the rest of the Batfamily.

It Was an Accident…. (Batfam & Third Person Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍

Damian and his twin sister were sparring when a distraction leads to a painful accident.

The Masks We Wear (Batfam & Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍

Your father is one of the most beloved men in all of Gotham, but that's because they don't know the truth…..

Time Slows Down (Batfam & Reader) 😥 ✍

When a patrol goes wrong and you are flung off the side of a building, you reflect about the people in your life.

Tonight's Entertainment (Batman & Wayne!Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍

When you are taken prisoner and drugged by the Joker around Christmas, he has some interesting plans in store. Tonight's entertainment: You.

I Have Missed You (Damian Wayne & al Ghul!Reader) 😘 ✍ ✉️

When you finished your latest mission for the League of Assassins, all you want is to go home and see your brother Damian. But what happens when your mother informs you he is now in Gotham with his father?

Countdown (Batfam x Batsis!Reader) 😥 ✍

You find yourself in a very similar situation to the one that took Jason's life years ago. But will the outcome be the same for you?

Drabbles:

“Bake me a cake and we’ll talk.” = Dick Grayson x al Ghul Reader

“Don’t worry I got this!” = Duke Thomas x al Ghul Reader

Fics:

Some Wounds Leave Scars (Part One, Part Two, Part Three) (The Batman x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Being Alfred Pennyworth's daughter, you have known Bruce Wayne your entire life. But when you return to Gotham after being gone for three years, you realize that neither of you are the people you used to be.

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