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From parents to babies - Batfam x fem!reader

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

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

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“Bruce !”

“(Y/N) !”

You manage to scream each other’s names before-

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

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

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

“It’s not possible !”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh shit.”

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

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

“Oh shit.”

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

They’ve been turned into toddlers !

“Oh shit !” You exclaim happily, giggling.

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

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

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

Slowly, all your children reach you and-

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

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

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

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

It wouldn’t be funny otherwise, right ?

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

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

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

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

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

They got you home, and :

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They could do this.

They had to do this, for both your sake.

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

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

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

Brucie ish scared

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

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

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

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

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

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

And so finally, this name came full circle.

Brucie.

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

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

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

And so he called himself Brucie.

And Brucie was a scaredy cat !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DICK

It was so weird.

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

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

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

This was really, really odd.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JASON

Jason was the most responsible one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jason told would one day make a wonderful father.

TIM

"I think he doesn’t like me...”

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

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

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

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

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

Tim could never be fooled.

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

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

“Oh, not you too, mom ?”

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

But then-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And so, toddler you said :

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DAMIAN

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

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

And it frustrated Damian greatly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it made Damian panic.

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

Even less so knowing this was his dad !

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

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

Asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he-

He somehow wanted a baby, in this house.

CASS

You both clearly adored Cass.

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

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

Which was the truth.

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

Physical touch had always soothed Cass.

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

Never.

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

If Cass wanted a hug, she would have it.

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

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

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

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

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

DUKE

Duke had tons of little cousins.

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

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

And it showed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They never sleep alone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it comforted your children, in a way.

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

ACE

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cute.

Unruly little buggers !!

You two, together, could be...

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

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

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

Ten seconds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it was shiny, and Bruce wanted it.

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

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

Then he brought you the vase.

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

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

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

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

And your downright EVIL laughter filled the room.

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

Back to normal

Zatanna, as usual, to the rescue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, then it’s acceptable.”

And on that note, Zatanna started a ritual.

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

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

And then what ?

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

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

I want a baby sibling

A few weeks went by.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, he stops, and solemnly says :

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

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

“A baby sibling ?”

Damian doesn’t miss a beat as he says :

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

Silence.

A long silence.

Finally broken by your son :

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

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

You turn to your husband and-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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The four boys watched her from the doorway of the kitchen. “So, how are we gonna do this? One ask and the other three butter her up?” Tim asked, looking up at Jason who looked up at Dick who was looking down. “Who’s gonna ask mom for permission?”

“Richard should,” Damian offered. “He was the first son.”

“Just because I was the first son doesn’t mean I’m the favorite.”

Jason scoffed. “Yes, you are. You’re the Golden Child. You ask ma.”

“Why not Tim? Mom coddles Timmy all the time.”

Tim scowled. “She does not, Dick.”

“She does too,” the three answered and a new weight added onto their heads causing them to look up to see their father.

“Are we still trying to decide which one of us is gonna ask mom if we can rent out the skating rink for a sleepover?”

Jason blinked. “Old man, why don’t you ask ma?”

Bruce snorted. “Because she’ll say no if I do. That’s why one of her kids has to.” He looked down. “You do it, Jason.”

“Why me?”

“You’re the favorite.”

“I am?”

“Yep.”

“It’s not Dickhead?”

“HEY!”

“Dick made your mother want to strangle him multiple times while he was growing up. You were the only one who listened to her.”

Tim waved a hand. “Hey! I listen to mom!”

“No, you don’t,” the four answered and he pouted.

“Well, why doesn’t Damian ask? He’s the baby.”

Damian puffed his chest out. “I am the baby. Umi will say yes to me.”

“I doubt that, two-bit,” Jason said. “If I’m the favorite, I should ask then.”

“You boys know I can hear you, right?” she said, and they all looked up to see her staring at them with a cocked brow. “Like this isn’t some cartoon where I’m unsuspecting of the five heads poking around the corner. I can see and hear you.”

They looked at each other, then Jason piped up, “Ma, can we—”

“I’ve already rented the skating rink for the sleepover party and contacted all the Justice League to contact their protégés to come over,” she answered with a sigh and before she could do anything, she was met with four boys bellowing with joy as they hugged her tightly.

Bruce watched his family fondly and walked over, leaning to peck her lips. “You already knew, didn’t you, Missus Wayne?”

She winked. “Perks of having a superwoman for a mom and a wife, huh, Mister Wayne?”

He laughed, pecking her lips again. “You know it.”

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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Jason Todd x Batman, scene where Jason sees his mother for the first time after he died and was resurrected, as she brings flowers to his tombstone as she tells him that she misses him every day and that she loves him.

And on the same night, the batfamily goes on patrol and only batmom is at home, so Jason shows her that he's back and the two have a beautiful reunion.

"Scenario."

It was very peaceful and quiet at night. Batmom is at home waiting for the others to return from patrol. Batmom senses someone moving in the room. She immediately gets up and looks around. He sees a figure moving in the dark.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The figure moves from darkness to light. The reader covers her mouth with her hand in shock. Tears flow from the eyes of the nail polisher. She jumps forward and hugs her son Jason.

"Jason. You're alive. Oh my God."

"Yes, mom. You can't get rid of a nuisance like me."

"Please don't say that."

The reader is preparing a table of her son's favorite dishes. After the meal, they talk to Jason in a tight hug. Jason tells everything that happened to him. When the others arrive, they find Batmom and Jason hugging each other and asleep.

#dc x reader #batmom x batfam #batmom #batmom reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd #batfamily

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 1 year

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AristoBats Au

《Au Where The Batfam is just the Aristocats.》

In this Au, The AristoBats are hybrids of cats and humans. Instead of the butler being the villain. It's Harley and Joker that turned the batfamily into cats and to take the members of the wealthy Wayne family for ransom. But instead, lose the Batfam accidentally in the city.

While Bruce and his liter explore Gotham, trying to find their way back to the manor. The older Wayne meets you, a simple human with a sweet heart. Allowing him and his kittens to stay in your small abode

You didn't have much but were content with your life, realizing all you needed was your friends from upstairs and music to keep your blood pumping.

You tell the cats that you were inviting your neighbors from upstairs to your home. But realized the cats were now human with animal features.

Fearful of this, you asked what was happened. So Bruce explained to you calmly as family tried to ease your worries.

The batfam thanked you for their hospitality, telling you that your kindness wouldn't be forgotten.

As they were about to leave, your neighbors rushed into the scene, musical instruments playing loudly and singing along to their melodies.

The Bats decided to stay just a little longer..

When Bruce and the batkids turn back to normal. The Wayne CEO asks you to marry him.

You say yes.

[Happy April fools everyone!]

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morgansunflower · 1 year

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Bruce Wayne X Wife! Kryptonian! Kent! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, vomit, explicit language and angst

Words:1270

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V, Conner is the clone of H/N aka Y/N Kent and Batman. Plus Dick Grayson is Robin.

Y/N is poisoned by Kryptonite....

"wait something is wrong..." fear began settling in her "what's happening to me--"

Her veins redden around her eyes. The blood poured from her hands. Clark turned to his little sister looking at her in horror. Bruce turned to see her face. She falls to her knees in pain as she vomits a green substance.

"Y/N!!!" Clark shouted to her.

"no" Bruce mumbled his heart falling "the batarang!! Get her away from the--" his heart falls as he sees her on the ground with blood dripping from her hands

Bruce runs to the batarang taking it away from her keeping it far both of them. Clark lifts his unconscious sister into his arms. Batman put the batarang in his compartment to inspect it later knowing that should not have hurt her. Bruce runs into the Med-bay at the watchtower seeing her laying hooked to a breathing nasal breathing tube and a IV. Bruce ran a scan on the batarang.. Kryptonite. How could someone do this? In the Bat-cave Batman further investigates to figure out who could have tried to kill her or Clark. Another odd thing the batarang was sharp, too sharp. Bruce knew that nearly all of the batarangs he had were used frequently. He would've noticed if some had been tampered with. As well as it felt heavier. Bruce had to be sure. He leaves the weapon to take one of his freshly made batarangs.

"what are you doing?" Conner casually asked reaching to touch the weapon

Bruce runs to him "DON'T TOUCH THAT!!!"

"what--"

He pushes his son away from the deadly substance "it'll hurt you, do not under any circumstances touch it. Are we clear?"

"clear, what's going on Dad?"

Bruce takes a deep breath "your mother had found it while we were going to the fortress. Once she touched it.." Bruce's heart went cold remembering her looking so fragile ".. She is now sick"

"S-sick? How? Who hurt her? W-Why? Is she gonna be OK?"

"she will be.. If you'd like to see her you may"

Conner walked into the Med-bay of the watchtower. He could that heartbeat was weak. She had IV fluids, a heart monitor and a breathing mask. Her veins were a light green tint. Her hands were securely bandaged. She was in a great deal of pain to the point of unconscious. Conner stepped closer.

"hey Mom" his voice heavy.

Hours later Clark stepped into the room seeing his nephew sitting on his knees. He was asleep with his head on the stretcher by his sister. He could see the evidence of tears that had been falling down his face. Conner wakes standing onto his feet, hearing another heartbeat. He lifted his head to his uncle.

"hey" he simply said.

"go home and get some sleep kiddo. I'll watch your mom"

Conner only nodded, feeling completely defeated and helpless. Clark rubbed his nephews shoulder in empathy. That morning Grayson and Conner sat next to each other while Alfred brought them breakfast. Neither Conner nor Grayson could make themselves eat at the moment. Alfred sighed placing Bruce's plate in front of his chair.

"Y/N will recover soon from this I'm certain" Alfred ensured. "it is best to tend to yourselves. You wouldn't want your mother to see you ill once she is awake"

They remain silent Bruce enters the room seeing the saddened faces of his son's. Bruce sits down, Y/N would know what to say or do. Then he remembers..

"I can spare enough time for the movie" Bruce offered his son's.

Silence......

"it uh.. It's just not the same" Grayson said forcing a small smile to come to his upest face. He missed her so much.

"I didn't say in the Manor" they lift their heads to Bruce "we can use the boom tube to put the couch in the room your mother is resting in. I already have a large entertainment center for us to enjoy together... As a family"

Bruce sat in the center of the couch with his son's sitting beside him. The couch was placed near the stretcher as Y/N still was unconscious. Grayson laid his head on Bruce's shoulder holding his arm. Further into the movie Conner rest his head on Bruce's neck. By the end the movie was over. Clark came to check on his sister yet again to see his sister and her family sound asleep. Clark turned the TV off. Bruce knew without even opening his eyes, it was his friend. He trusted Clark to tell him if anything go's wrong in Gotham. It had become habit for them to stay in the same place on the couch. Alfred even joined on some nights. Y/N softly groans opening her eyes. Clark super-speeded to her. She groaned feeling her head pound and her body still weak. She was quite thirsty as her throat felt dry.

"you gave us a pretty bad scare sis"

She reached to push the button to lean the stretcher. Her brother did so for her. He brought her some water. Just then Conner runs into the room. He stops suddenly taken aback she is really awake. Bruce and Grayson follow soon after. She gives the cup to Clark.

"so what are we watching?" she asked her voice weakened.

They each smile. Grayson sighed heavily embarrassed as he know feels the tears coming down his little face. He walks to his mom holding her hand.

"I'm so so very glad you're OK"

She leans over to kiss his head and pulls him into a hug. She motions Conner to join the hug. Conner hugs his mother ever so gently.

"stop worrying baby" she mumbled to Conner.

Thinking of everything he kept buried while she was in pain. Conner let himself break as he hid in her arm's. Conner was always very claustrophobic ever since the first time he opened his eyes. His first feelings, of fear and loneliness. But whenever she held onto him or Bruce did. He felt safe. Bruce approaches her. He takes her face into his hands.

"you know who did this to me?" she asked already knowing the answer.

Lex Luthor was currently in a heavily secured cell. She knew Bruce wouldn't have rested until he found the one who almost killed her. Yet again the family watched the movie together. That following day Clark stood nearby as Bruce slowly took the breathing nasal tube. He followed by taking off the incision and heart monitors off. Bruce takes her left arm. Clark takes her right arm.

"take it slow" Bruce encouraged.

She slowly stands with the support of her husband and brother. She takes a deep breath still feeling quite weak. She nodded they both hesitated leaving her side. Y/N feels her knees beginning to weaken as her body still was in much pain. Clark quickly sat her on the stretcher.

"DAMMIT!!" she yelled in great frustration.

Y/N looked down infuriated that she was still weak. Clark left for a moment so Bruce could comfort her. Bruce placed his hands by her thighs on the bed. He leans over and kisses her neck.

"what if I never get better Bruce?" she cried letting herself be vulnerable.

He moves his his hand up her back as she laid her face on his chest.

"you are so strong Y/N. The poison is brutal, the Kryptonite could've.. it almost killed you" his voice heavy with emotions "I have no doubts you will recover to your best self. You are going to get through this and I will be right here with you"

Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose @asrainterstellar

#batmom x batfam #Conner Kent is Conner Wayne #Superboy #Batfamily #Robin! Dick #dick grayson #Angst #Fluff #Pain #Whump! Reader #Kent! Reader #Superman is Reader's brother #Batmom #Kid! Dick Grayson

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ackermanbitch · 2 years

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theres not enuf batmom fics for me to consume

#batmom #batmom x batfam #batmom angst #batfam #bruce wayne x batmom #batman x batmom

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The corner of a gala is the best place to make friends pt2

https://at.tumblr.com/writing-neverheardofher/the-corner-of-a-gala-is-the-best-place-to-make-a/1uaqnlyxuhx3

^Part one

This time your bff in the whole wide world dragged you out to a semi dinner semi dance type thing? You didn’t understand why someone would want to eat a bunch of food then dance around while in tight cloths. But whatever, rich people do rich people things and you go free food out of it.

Or that’s what you thought it was going to be like, o god no, you were so wrong. You ended up next to James at a table slightly larger then normal and were stuck in the most dreadful conversations you knew nothing about.

High Fashion, James Tech Market, The fancy food being so so good (ignoring the fact that most of the food served was bite sided.) so yeah, overall. Bad food and worse conversation.

The only highlight was whoever was keeping the drinks top-off was really good; you never went without a half full glass of incredible wine. Well, that and the seat you were in gave you a good view of your newest and youngest friend. Damion Wayne, who in turn was also sneaking glances at you and would also role his eyes at whatever he was being forced to suffer through.

This went on for about two hours, until the live music finally started to play more lively songs and most people got up to, not dance, stand and talk and the large dance floor. James was one of those people.

He turned and gave you a thanks and told you and extra pizza would be on him for the night, you smiled behind you wine glass. You could smell the deep dish pizza from here. Entering that small diner, Jet himself giving a toothy grin and already giving you the pastry he knew you always got.

You were busy in your head, imagining your food that you didn’t notice the seat beside you, where James was sitting pulled out and filled.

“You look rather happy Ms. L/N” Damion was there now. Staring at you expectantly.

You slightly startled out of your pizza dreams, “Sorry Damion, was thinking about food. Or well,” you looked down at your plate, “really food. I don’t know what this stuff was.”

Damion nodded, face impassive, “Alfred makes better food.”

“Who’s Alfred? If I may ask?”

“My other friend.” He stated mater-of-factly.

“That’s good, James would agree with me, the food here was bad.” You took a sip of wine while your eyes tried to find him. He was standing in a larger group now. More women around him, some trying way to hard to look interested in what he was talking about. Probably coding, the nerd.

“If James the man you came here with?” Damion also turned to look unto the dance floor.

You sighed, “yeah, don’t think to much of it,” you whispered, “you’re my best friend.”

Damion turned to you, stars gracing his eyes, “best friend?”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you, “yeah, you seem like a pretty cool little man, we can be best friends. Cause a best friend wouldn’t desert me at a boring gala in the first place.” You smiled as you spoke, you held no real heat behind your words. You knew if James could trust and ask anyone else he would.

“Is James only your friend?” Damion quickly moved onto a new subject, giving you slight whiplash, “I was under the impression that you both were infatuated.”

Your brain blue screened.

You blinked twice trying to shake that thought from your head.

You took a rather large gulp of wine, which you regrated almost imminently, giving yourself a small coughing fit.

“Are you alright Ms. L/N?” Damion leaned closer.

“Yeah I’m fine.” You coughed up what left like a lung before you were able to catch your breath, “just didn’t expect that last comment.”

“Me asking you if you were alright?”

“No, no, the me and James. Didn’t expect that comment from you.” You laughed more to yourself then anything else, “I mean, I know that’s the reason I come, to make it seem like he’s taken and all but no. Me and James aren’t anything with each other, not like that at least.”

All Damion did was hum.

“Do you have anyone you like, or as you say, infatuated with?” You asked while leaning forward on the table. You expected to get maybe a blush or at least a pause before Damion’s answer but no.

“I am not infatuated with anyone at my school or in my personal life, much to trivial thing. Neither is my father, however I think his reason is more he can’t find anyone who likes him back and can handle us children at the same moments.”

You blue screened again.

Bruce Wayne having a hard time at finding love?

Made sense, the man use to be a play-boy after all right? Good long lasting relationships usually relied on trust, and play-boys weren’t that trustful so, yeah. You past is gonna come back and bit ya in the ass for that one.

But still, Bruce Wayne? Bruce mother f’ing Wayne.

“Would you like to meet my father?” Damion spoke, pulling you out of your throughs for the second time that night.

“Meet your father?” You echoed back to him.

“Well, yes,” he looked down at his hands, trying to find a way to rationalize what he was saying, “don’t friends usually meet the others parents?”

“Boy-friends and girl-friends do yes, but we’re just regular friends. So we don’t have to do that.” You smiled down at Damion, gosh, he really didn’t have many friends get out with.

The night went on longer after that, you and Damion talked about whatever came into the youngers head, you could tell he was trying to lead the conversation, so you let him. Even if some parts did feel dry and were roundabouts. And sometimes you both would just sit in silence, enjoying the others presence and classical music the band was playing.

You didn’t even think about counting the tiles, or the time, or taking a guess at which women would try to get James to take her home. Only to then be awkwardly inserted into the conversation because, ‘sorry, I brought someone with me and I intend to leave with them as well.’

It was calm, and nice. Soon though James did come over breaking the peaceful quite your table fell into, “Hey Y/N it’s midnight, so I’m ready whenever you are.”

You opened your eyes from where you fell into a light sleep, “What?”

“Umm,” James looked at you with a soft smile, “Midnight, you know your curfew for me? And Jet has our pizza’s ready so all we have to do is go over and pick them up.”

Damian looked up to James from his chair, sliding it out to stand, “Mis. L/N, who is this?”

“Damian this is James, the one who drags me to these events.” You turned to James, “James this is my newest best friend.” You almost laughed out the last part. Watching James face morph from confusion to humor.

“It’s nice to meet you Damian,” James held out his hand for the younger.

Damian stared out his held out hand, after a moment he took it in a very harsh looking grip, “the pleasure is yours I’m sure.”

You hid your face behind your hand, trying to muffle your laugh and smile. James opening chuckled, “I’m sure it is, now Y/N before our pizza gets cold, or Jet decides to feed it his new dog.”

You stood, taking James’s hand then sliding your arm to be in his. “Thank you for the amazing night Damian, I hope your at the next event as well.”

Damian glared at where you both touched, before nodding, “yes, I shall be. Seeing as my father will be hosting the event I will be forced to attend, as well as the rest of the Wayne family.”

Your smiled never left your face, but you couldn’t help but make it bigger, “I can’t wait to meet them.”

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #this will be a bruce wayne x reader #batman #batmom x batfam #batmom #friendship #Damian Wayne

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zenthetics · 1 year

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How about a story where Bruce Wayne doesn’t cheat on Batmom maybe??? Like how Damian was conceived before Batmom and Bruce dated? Like why do every single Batmom story has to have a heartache somehow?? Where can I find more those happy lighthearted stories ??

#batmom #batman #batmom x bruce wayne #batmom x batfam #bruce wayne

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reveluving · 2 years

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send me some Batmom thoughts pls

they can be 'sweet with the Batkids' kinda thoughts or 'nasty with husbando Bruce' kinda thots idc

PLEASE 🤸🏻‍♀️ i got some extra time

#pretty please #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x you #batmom #bruce wayne x batmom #batmom x batfam #bruce wayne #batfam #a mother's touch series #that ask box is OPEN

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battymommastuff · 1 year

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The Accident (Pt. 2)

Batmom x Batfamily Prompt: At least you did something...

TW: VERY DARK!!!!

Part 1

"She isn't making any progress. We've tried everything from electroshock therapy to simply giving her a journal to write her feelings."

You could hear your personal therapist talking to your husband...well ex husband by now. Your marriage died the day he put you in this damn place. What place? None other than Arkham Asylum. At first he could live with what you did, he understood what you did. Everyone understood why you did it, but what happened after...he couldn't live with it.

Bruce watched as his wife shut down. You became a shell of what you once were. The warm, welcoming mother that everyone knew you to be died. Something cold, and sinister was left in her place. The Gotham criminals began to fear you more than Batman himself. Batman held back...he pulled his punches. You...you didn't. You couldn't. This life, the scum of Gotham took your son away from you. How could Bruce just sit there and be okay with it?

Everything came to a boiling point when he walked into the manor with his newest sidekick, Tim Drake...

"Y/N, this is Tim Drake. He will be assisting us in our...work." Bruce said and rested a hand on the young man's shoulder. Instead of a warm greeting or a smile that one usually got when meeting Y/N Wayne, Tim got a stone cold glare.

"Jason's grave isn't even covered in grass, and you're already replacing him?" You growled as you stood from your seat on the couch. Tim flinched at your tone, and moved back a bit. He heard such good things about you. This wasn't how he was expecting things to go.

"Good job Bruce, get another kid...let's see how long he lasts before he's in the grave too." You spat before storming off. That night, you chose to go on patrol alone. While Bruce and Tim were doing their own thing, you were spending your night alone. As you sat perched on a ledge, watching the city that you've grown to hate, all you could think of was Tim. How could Bruce just move on so quickly? You weren't surprised. He spent most of that night scolding you and lecturing you for nearly killing the Joker. Now the bastard was in a coma, and you wished he was dead.

The sound of a woman screaming knocked you from your thoughts, and you looked down seeing the said woman blocking her young child from an attacker. You don't know what happened at that moment, but something snapped. You weren't going to let another mother's heart be broken, or the child's. No more families were going to be broken because of scum like this. You blacked out again, and this time you came to be pinned to the brick wall by Batman. Robin was hovering over the man you'd just beaten. He pressed two fingers to his neck then looked at Batman. Robin shook his head, and then looked at you. Instead of horror, or remorse...you smirked, "At least I did something." You whispered to your husband.

Now here you were, wasting away in the cells of Arkham. Eating food that was stale, and cold. It made you miss Alfred's cooking. Several inmates tried to gang up on you, and quickly learned why that was a bad idea.

"The doctors are beginning to fear her. She's got a rage inside of her that can't be tamed. Whatever set her off...doesn't seem to want to fade away." Your therapist looked over at you, chained to the table that you were forced to sit at. Bruce clenched his jaw as he looked at you. You'd lost weight, and your face was sunken in. You looked half dead.

"Then we'll find something new. I'm not giving up on her. If you can't help her, then I'll have to find someone who can." Bruce snapped. He knew that keeping you here would kill you in the end. You weren't made for a place like this. He wanted you home with him and Alfred. It was where you belonged.

Little did he know that the solution to his problem was going to be solved...

It would be several weeks later, close to when visiting hours would end. You were sitting in your cell with your back facing the door when you heard it open.

"Mom?"

That voice made your entire body go cold. Yes the tone was deeper, and a little gravely, but you knew that voice. The Gotham accent...it couldn't be anyone else. Slowly your head turned, and you nearly fainted when your eyes met the ones staring back at you...

To be continued...

(I know most wanted a pt.2 with Jason's reaction, but I got a little carried away lol. I promise I will make a pt.3 with his reaction!)

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ragingbookdragon · 2 years

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A Mother's Love Can Never Be Outgrown

A Batmom & Jason Todd One-Shot

Word Count: 2.2K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: A mutual wanted part two so here you go. Red Hood and Batmom meet again after this. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Bruce had been frank with her about his return. As calmly but as firmly possible, he’d told her what had happened to her second child, how he’d come back from the grave, taken up a new mantle, and begun a walk down a very, very dark path. She cried the first night, and the second, the third, she decided to find him herself and try and put a stop to what was coming before the storm hit.

It had been a few years since she’d gone into the field, she doubted her old suits fit her anymore, but even going into the Narrows unprotected, she knew how to stay out of sight from trouble. Still, she pocketed the taser Bruce had made for her one night long ago and placed it in her purse, the brass knuckles going with them. When she turned, she gasped and placed a hand to her chest, hissing, “Timothy, give a woman a heart attack, why don’t you?”

His lips didn’t curl upwards, and he simply said, “You’re going to find Jason, aren’t you, Missus Wayne?”

She looked away, shoulders dropping as she sighed. “I have to. He’s…he’s my son and he’s…lost.”

“I know,” he answered, walking up to her and pulled something from his hoodie pocket, handing it to her. “I hacked into the Batcomputer and found this when Bruce was upstairs.”

Taking it, she looked it over, eyes widening at the address written on it. “This is…” she looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you, Timothy.” As she tried to walk past, he grabbed her sleeve, causing her to pause. “Timothy?”

He was frowning. “I…Missus Wayne, when I became Robin, I wasn’t trying to replace Jason and I’m not trying to now even after you and Mister Wayne adopted me.” Tim gazed at her. “I’m not Jason. I don’t want to be Jason. But I understand if you want Jason back home, that I might have to le—"

“Timothy,” she interrupted calmly, placed her hand on his shoulder. “No one could ever replace Jason. And I know that you were never trying to in the first place and certainly not trying to now.” She smiled sadly and shifted her hand, putting it on his cheek; she brushed her thumb over his skin. “You are my son just as much as Jason is. No matter what comes of this at the end of it with Jason, you will always be my child and I will never, ever, let you forget how grateful I am for you and the healing you gave this family. You’ve never been a replacement or a stand-in. You are simply our child, and that’s it.”

Seeing the tears in his eyes, she pulled him in for a gentle, but strong hug and kissed the crown of his head. “Now do me a favor and go get in bed, okay? Growing boys need their sleep.”

“Yes ma’am,” he whispered against her sweatshirt and pulled away, wiping his eyes, and this time, when she walked off, he called out, “Wait.” She paused once more, turned and he gave an awkward smile and murmured, “Be careful…mom.”

She smiled back at him. “I will, baby.”

***

The inside of the apartment, while outside condemned and run down, was neat and clean. She shut the door behind her as quietly as she could, walked past the kitchen island, and crept through the open bedroom door. A single oil lamp sat on the desk in the corner, giving the room enough light, and she stepped over, glancing down at the contents resting there. A notebook, a few pens, two handguns, a few grenades, and the infamous red hood. She picked it up, raising it to her eye level and she stared into the black-glass eyes. Something heavy pressed itself in her chest and she rested her forehead against it, shutting her eyes, “Oh my baby boy,” she whispered to herself, brushing her thumb over the crease in the helmet.

“I am not your baby boy.”

She whirled around, dropping the helmet, and before she could even raise her arms in defense, someone had her shoved up against the wall, forearm to her throat, hard enough that it cut her air off and she gasped with what little air she had as she came face to face with her second son; the last time she saw him alive was the day he left on the plane to Ethiopia.

“Ja—son,” she gasped, pushing at his arm, but he didn’t budge; he was so much stronger than she remembered, taller and bigger too.

“Hello. Missus Wayne.” His arm shifted just enough so she could breathe.

She slapped at his arm. “Stand down, Jason.” he didn’t listen, and she narrowed her eyes, warning, “I’m giving you one chance to stand down. I would take it.”

Jason got in her face. “I’m not scared of you.”

“You will stand down,” she stated, and he barely had a chance to make a noise when fifty-thousand volts shot up the inside of his chest from the stun gun she shoved against his ribs.

Jason recoiled away from it, and she staggered, one hand landing on the corner of the bed, knee pressing into the floor as she caught her breath. “Damn. Didn’t think B would let you carry something that would pack that big of a punch,” he laughed breathlessly, rubbing at his side. “That the same voltage level Dickie has in those chopsticks he carries?”

She took a deep breath, gathered herself and pushed up from the bed. “What in the hell are you thinking attacking me like that?”

“Oh, come on, I didn’t hit you that hard.”

“Have you lost your mind!” she demanded. “Why would you hit me in the first place!”

Jason’s brows furrowed. “Is there something you want or are you just here to yell at me? Because I’ve got better things to do than be lectured by an old hag like you.”

Her jaw dropped. “Excuse me? What did you just say to me, young man?”

“Do you want me to repeat the entire question or just the insult? I can do both if you want.”

“No, I don’t want you to repeat both. I am your mother. Do not speak to me—”

Jason got in her face, and she heard the subtle click of a hammer being pulled back, then the coolness of the muzzle being put to her throat, and he said as coldly as death, “You, are not my mother.”

“Jason, I—”

“You are nothing to me. You are nothing to me just like Bruce is nothing to me. The love you have? The motherly instinct to try and redeem me? Means shit to me.” His eyes never strayed from hers. “He replaced me with that brat and so did you.”

“Tim isn’t a replacement for you, Jason,” she hissed, angry that her eyes were beginning to well with tears. “I love Tim just as much I love you and he’s my son just as much as you are.”

“I AM NOT YOUR SON!” he yelled in her face. “THE DAY YOU REPLACED ME WAS THE DAY I STOPPED BEING YOUR SON!”

“You’re angry, I understand, Jason,” she calmed. “But you—”

“YOU UNDERSTAND?!” he shouted in disbelief. “I WAS MURDERED! BRUCE LET ME DIE! AND WHAT DO I FIND WHEN I GET BROUGHT BACK?! THE JOKER STILL ALIVE, STILL MURDERING INNOCENT PEOPLE! NEITHER OF YOU COULD BREAK YOUR STUPID CODE EVEN FOR ME! YOU COME HERE AND TELL ME YOU LOVE ME?!” Jason’s lip pulled in a snarl, and he spat so full of hate, “A real mother would kill for her child. You’re not a mother. You’re not my mother. You’re just a cheap imitation of one.” He pulled away from her and left her to collapse on the end of the bed, eyes wide and full of tears, lips wobbling as she broke down in sobs.

***

She looked up from the mixing bowl when a knock sounded from the doorway; she showed no outward expression when she saw him and instead looked back down at the bowl. “Jason.”

Chewing on his lip, he cleared his throat and gestured in the kitchen. “Can I come in?”

“Mm.”

He walked over, just opposite of the island and looked around the room; it was no longer the bright yellow he remembered, but a gorgeous teal. “Kitchen looks nice. Did Alfred repaint?”

“I did,” she answered.

“Why teal?”

She shrugged. “Got tired of the yellow. Wasn’t too bright in the house after the Red Hood’s terrorizing of Gotham.” Dumping the dough out on the floured board, she began to knead it. “Is there something I can help you with, Jason? I have things I need to do later.”

“I…I just wanted to talk.”

“Talk then,” she retorted. “I have to pick up my son from school soon and drop off these cookies to the bake sale. Oh, then we have to meet Bruce for dinner and then we’re going to the amusement park for family night. You see, we do this every week together, dinner that is. We only go to the amusement park if Tim’s made good marks on his weekly tests.” She grunted a little as she rolled the dough in her hands. “If you have something to say, you should say it. Because I don’t have time—”

“I’m sorry, mama.”

She stopped dead in her tracks, gaping at the sight of her son in tears, fists clenched at his side, expression torn in grief.

“I’m so sorry, mama. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sor—” he cut himself with a harsh sob he tried to choke back, continuing to get out “I’m sorry” as much as he could.

She fumbled, only for a second, then the dough was forgotten as she was rounding the island to catch him as he fell to his knees, burying his face in his hands. She wound her arms around him, pulling his head to her shoulder; he wrapped his arms around her back, fingers clenching in the back of her shirt, face buried in her neck.

“I’m sorry, mama,” he sobbed, and she turned her head, resting her cheek on his head.

“It’s over, it’s done with and in the past.” She brushed his hair with one hand, the other drawing soothing circles in his back. “You’re home and that’s all that I care about.”

“But I—”

“Shhh,” she hushed, inhaling and exhaling. “You’re home, baby.”

Jason lifted his head, pulling away to stare into her eyes. “How can you forgive me so easily? After everything I said? Mama, I hurt you.” He sniffed, trying to wipe his tears as he added, “You should be enraged with me.”

Tears of her own dripped down her cheeks and she gently touched his face, wiping them from his as she whispered, “I was never rageful at you, baby boy. I was sad. And so were you. We were both hurting.” She took his face in her hands, tilting it down so she could press her lips to his forehead, and she murmured, “But now, we’re both healing.”

Jason’s hands came up to grasp at her wrists, like it was the only lifeline he had, and he shut his eyes as he whispered, “I meant it in the moment, but I’ve regretted it ever since. You are my mother. You are the greatest mother I have.”

“And you will always be my baby boy,” she replied, pressing another kiss to his forehead. “And nothing you do will ever make me stop loving you.”

“Do you promise?” he asked, and she laughed tearfully, nodding her head.

“Yes, baby, I promise.”

Jason’s lips wobbled. “I love you, mama.”

“I love you, baby boy.” She pulled back and wiped his cheeks. “Go upstairs and get some rest.”

He shook his head. “My…my room’s still here?”

“Of course. We were just waiting for you to come home.”

Jason seemed lost for a moment, then he nodded. “Okay…I’m gonna go lay down.” Helping her up from the floor, he shuffled out of the kitchen, and she wiped her face before clearing her throat and grabbing the phone on the wall, tapping at the keypad until the number was in and the call went through; she waited.

Hello?

“Bruce.” Something in her tone told her all he needed to know.

He came home?

“Yeah…he went upstairs to go lay down.”

I’ll pick up Tim tonight and drop him off with Conner.

“If he asks, just tell him—”

I know, darling, I will.

She nodded her head, trying to suppress the overwhelming emotion in her chest as she said tearfully, “Our son’s home, Bruce.”

He is…but I don’t know if he wants to see me though.

“I don’t think he would’ve come home if he didn’t.”

He came for you, darling, not me. I know why he came for you. It’s…what I would’ve done if this was mother and I.

“I don’t want to mess this up, Bruce. What if I drive him away?”

You won’t.

“How do you know?” she asked, anxiously awaiting.

You’re his mother.

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damian wayne jealous of batmom because bruce is taking up all his time with mom

Everybody knows that Damian is really troublesome sometimes. Bruce's attitude and gaze towards his father has been bothering him lately. Bruce finally confronts Damian for his attitude. Bruce has a hard time not laughing when Damian tells him the truth. Other members of the family make fun of Damian about this. (in a good way.) The reader is more careful not to upset Damian. Damian will always want his mother's attention and affection.

#damian wayne x reader #batman family #batman x batmom #batmom x batfam #dc x reader #damian wayne x you #batmom

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Hello! I just saw your Matriarch post! Can you possibly do a prologue about her backstory and her going to the other dimension with a batfamily and batmom that are still alive and together? And possibly a part 1 where she just walks into the Batcave one night after she sends out an all-call to the bats and the league and once they all start questioning what is going on she comes out and tells them about her backstory and how she'll prevent her future from happening by offing the rogues one by one and saying something like "I'm the only one who could ever succeed in doing this. And do you know why... it's because I know exactly how each and every hero and villain alike think. I know every plan and protocol in place that both sides of the gallery (i.e. meaning the heroic side and villainous side) have in place, how to stop or outsmart them, and every single possible move any of you could make against me. If you think you can stop your wife, mother, friend, or whatever else I am to you, then by all means... I invite you all to play my game, if you can capture me AND discover my plan, then I'll stop for good and go back to my time. But should I be victorious, well, the world and all of you are MINE."

Sorry for it being so long! And for the long monologue!

[Damn, that is good!!]

[Matriarch Au]

Notes.

In this au (Y/N) pretends to be a hero for the public sake. A part-timer of the league in the future.

Bruce doesn't know (but has suspicion) she is killing or torturing almost half of his rouge gallery.

She's afraid that Bruce won't love her become of his no-killing code.

There's technically a "(Y/N)" in this timeline who meets Bruce and falls in love. But, The Matriarch technically killed her before she could meet Bruce.

But here's another question. How does this (Y/N) interact with the Batfamily?

Since (Y/N) knows of each horrible thing that has happened to her children and lover. Batmom is very protective then most other Batmoms.

She still wants to give her children freedom, but also knows that when she did... They were beaten or almost killed for the sake of protecting others.

Batmom decided to mess with this world's timeline so it would be better than her own. But still deliberately decided to let some things stay the same.

1st Example, Dick Grayson. Now depending if Batmom came around before Dicks parents demise is up to you. But in this instance where she did, Batmom would try to save his parents but it doesn't work out.

2nd would be Jason, this is where it gets kinda fucked up.

Batmom is a very caring individual but Matriarch isn't.

Batmom would do whatever she can to make sure Jason will never know of his mother being alive. Batmom will even go out of her way to guilt-trip Jason and emotionally manipulate him. To the point where he doesn't care if his real mother is alive or dead.

But, if Jason does end up curious and decides to find his mother. Aw hell he ain't gonna be free from Batmoms protection. Including Matriarch.

Batmom will get Bruce on her side to not let Jason out of the house or better yet city to look for his mother. It will take a lot of convincing and emotional manipulation part two. Anything regarding Jason's mother or possibly anyone close to bearing resemblance is wiped from the Bat-computer database.

If Jason managed to find a way to convince Batmom or escape Gotham. You are three steps ahead as Batmom or Matriarch.

The only way Jason could even wind up dead is if Batmom was a second too late.

From that point on if that happens, it'll be a much worse for the latter members and friends of the Batfam.

(Y/N) has and will install trackers on everything and anyone. Your always listening, always alert.

You'll put on the facade sure, but the truth of it all is that.. You're no longer just "scared". No you're terrified, to the point you have the smallest threat or villain is your biggest enemy.

[I'll write more for Batmom/Yandere/Villain reader! I swear! If you guys want more let me know, I still gotta describe how Matriarch Au deals with villains.]

[Maybe even write a angst dead dove do not eat fic later hopefully. Thank you for reading!]

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Broken Wing

Batmom! Reader X Bat! Sons

Warnings:heavy angst & explicit language

Words:1550

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V

Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose

Batmom helps each of her Robin's broken wings.

It'd been 3 days since things had finally got back to normal. Grayson had thankfully returned the mantel to his Dad and was able to return back to Blud-haven. His baby brother was back. Dick however had missed the family dinner last night claiming he had trouble in Bludhaven he had to take care of. Batmom wasn't buying it. During the time when Bruce was gone, Grayson was under too much pressure. He was OK, really he tried to convince himself. Grayson sat in his chair as his heart cried knowing he was alone. He'd been patrolling and working with the team nonstop. He was growing distant with everyone. He never gave himself a chance to fully grasp everything that was falling apart. Batmom decided to go check in on her son. On her way she first ordered take-out from big belly burger. She walked up the steps to his apartment with the bag of food in hand. She uses the key he gave her for emergencies. She opens the door to the dark room. It was a complete wreck, Alfred would have panic if he saw this. She hears a shallow breath from his bedroom.

"Grayson?"

She instantly drops everything as she thinks she hears him suffocating. She opens his door seeing him touching his neck as he felt he can't breath. His eyes were shaking and his hands felt they were on pins and needles.

"Dick! Son! It's OK!" she touches his shoulders as his panicked eyes looked into her "hey listen to me, listen to my breathing" she follows through the breaching exercise she taught Jason, Grayson did just that "good job son. Feel my hands you're safe" she encouraged, he looked down feeling completely helpless as his guilt ate at him. "hey look at me.. please look at me" she pleaded

He takes a deep breath pinching the bridge of his nose "I don't.. I don't know what to do anymore mommmm" he said with a shallow breath.

"you don't need to have all the answers sweetie, you just have to keep putting one foot in front of the other"

"Jason are you ok?" Batmom asked her son over the phone.

He takes a deep breath trying to calm down.. Her heart broke in two recognizing the anxiety in his voice.

"where are you Jay?" she looks out the window seeing the hard rain pouring down "are you ok son? Are you in the dry?"

She grabbed her rain coat still on the phone with him. Jason felt defeated. He'd been sleep deprived, endlessly working himself so he could avoid the inevitable of him not being ok. She uses the tracker to follow to his location.

"you're safe, you're OK I'm here. I'm coming to you right now baby-bird.. Tell me what you feel?"

"I feel the rain..."

....

As she made it to his location Jason sat on the ground curled upward as if he was a child. She uses her umbrella to walk to her second Robin. She kneels down to him. He lifts his head with his eyes heavy with emotion mixed with lack of sleep. His panic attack was the third one in the last 5 days. She reaches to touch his face rubbing his soaking wet forehead. He began to cry. His heart was heavy, so heavy. He wanted to feel, nothing and he feels everything. She hugged him kneeling down. Jason cried in his mom's arms trying to bring himself back together.

"c'mon let's get out of the rain, we'll go home. I'll make you some sweet bread" she suggested

He reluctantly nods, he knew it wasn't going to be easy and that he'd have set backs, but he's not alone "ok.. Mom"

Y/N noticed the coffee pot both in Tim's room(that she did not like) and the one in the kitchen were remaining quite empty. She tried to tell herself that he was focusing on a project.. But her heart was so worried. She tried to talk to him but he kept avoiding her. Tim opened the Manor door returning from school.

"hey Tim, did--" he quickly cut his mom off shutting the door behind him

"sorry Mom I'm too busy to talk right now, see you.. Later!"

He ran off up the stairs before she could respond. He barley talked or ate. She walks into his room seeing the empty Starbucks cups, empty monsters, and empty coffee pot. Tim was typing on his laptop while in his bed. His eyes were bloodshot and baggy. He looked exhausted.

"Tim.." she sighs "this has to stop"

"I uh I have to recalculate the coms and ah.. I need to.. To"

"you need to sleep son.. what is wrong Timothy? I want you to talk to me, I'm your mother or at least legal guardian.. What's happening to you that you are neglecting yourself"

"... I'm fine" he sighed, she knows that's a lie.. He looks away from her feeling like he was a disappointment to her "I never wanted to be a failure to you"

"Timmy! You are my son. I love you, you could never fail me"

He didn't know if the lack of sleep was making him feel more emotional or more likely his emotions had been tightly held for too long. Y/N walks sitting on his bed. She wraps her arms around him. He began to cry feeling her comfort take away his anxiety.

Duke sat on the roof watching the sun go down. Dick and Cassandra just left for patrol after talking with him. Maybe Y/N doesn't know yet.. He hoped not really. He just didn't want her to worry. He had just moved in 6 months ago and was still adjusting to the new family. He couldn't understand where he went wrong. Things were going so right and now it's all wrong. He hears movement, he looks to Y/N. She had just gotten off work when Bruce told her what happened.

"hey"

"hi"

She sits beside him she places her hand on his back.

"I.. Everything was going perfect. I got a family, I was with a girl and.. She doesn't want to be with me for a reason I can't even figure out.. What's wrong with me?"

"not a single thing is wrong with you son. If she can't see how absolutely wonderful you are than she's not for you"

"thanks.." he takes a shaky breath

She kisses his head "well for once the Manor is empty and I'm off for the night to. Want to watch a movie and eat ice-cream?"

For the first time in a while he smiled. They went inside she made two bowls of ice-cream. She walks to the movie room Duke smiled. He then began to think about his mother that died not even a year ago. He reaches his arms to hug her. She hugs her son tightly. At the end of the day he still had all of his family.

Damian takes a deep, he should be stronger than this. He shouldn't feel any pain. He wanted to her to hold him. He sits by his parents bedroom door closing his eyes. His father was on a league mission. He remembered the nightmare he had, or more like a memory of his Mom's near death experience. She had a few close calls but 5 weeks ago.. She was gone, missing for 3 days until they finally found her, but she was gravelly injured in a coma. Damian felt responsible. He should have been able to save her pain. He was terrified she was not going to make it through the night. They were on patrol together when she disappeared. She gave him the only breathing mask, because his was broken. She was protecting him from Scarecrows fear toxin. She ran away before the poisonous gass made her attack her own child. Once he ran after her, she had disappeared. He felt so terrible he couldn't even look at his family. Damian hated feeling everything so deeply, he was a lot like his older brother in that sense. He wanted to let himself break down his walls and open the door. He knew well, that Y/N would welcome him with open arms. Though to admit defeat.. To admit he's truly scared. He remembers her holding his hand with her weak grip. She was far too fragile to even be touched he thought. She was strong but he'd never seen her in so much pain. Damian covers his face with his palms as his tears swelled his eyes. Batmom's eyes open from slumber, hearing the crys of her baby bird. She quickly leaves her bed to take her robe. She cautiously opens the door unaware, but fearful that one of her children had a terrible frightening nightmare. She sees Damian sitting on the floor in tears. Her heart drops. She leans down to touch his arms. She kisses his face and holds him up to her arms. Damian swiftly hugged her sobbing, he felt her heartbeat. He loves her so much. She's his mom.

"shhhhh shh I'm here, it's OK son" she cooed. "I'm here baby"

"forgive me mother" he begs

"Damian Wayne! There is absolutely nothing you have to apologize for, I'm ok. Do not blame yourself for anything son"

#Batmom #batmom x batfam #batmom x damian wayne #Batmom X Tim Drake #Batmom X Duke Thomas #batmom x jason todd #Batmom X Dick Grayson #Robin #bittersweet #Angst #Comfort #batfamily #fluff #emotional hurt #batmom #PTSD

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