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morgansunflower · 6 months

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Solace

Age reverse! Damian Wayne X Wife! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, angst, and grief

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Arthur's notes! Age reverse au. Damian(24), Stephanie(17), Duke(16), Tim(15), Jason(12), Cassandra(11), Grayson(10)

Damian grieves as he remembers his parents deaths but finds comfort in his family

Damian was dressed in his winter attire as it was snowing outside. He could not seem to shake away the unpredictable grief that shook him.

He walks down the stairs steps one by one. He curses himself for being detected, as he hears his son running to him from the steps from above him.

He was frustrated not because he did not wish to see him, but he did not wish to cause him worry. Dick had a unique skill that he shared with his adopted mother and with Alfred, of always knowing when Damian was struggling. Wether it be his tone that he tried to keep steady or his eyes that he tried to keep still. The saddened dark knight didn't know how they could see through him.

"hey Dami!"

"Grayson" he greeted

"where are you going?! Do you want to have a snowball fight with me outside?!" Dick pleads with slur from having lost his tooth just the other day

"perhaps another time I'm going for a small walk" Damian said smiling softly to his little boy "I'll be back shortly"

"OK" Dick said watching him walk to the door and leave... Something was definitely bothering him.

Grayson walked to find his mom. He sees his parents bedroom door shut. He gently knocked.

"come in" she answered

Dick opens the door to see his mom brushing her hair. Y/N smiled to her son.

"hey kiddo, how are you?" she kindly asked

"hey Mom. I'm fine.."

"just fine what's bothering you?"

"why... Why is Dami upset?"

Her heart falls to see the overwhelming amount of worry on her son's shoulders "ohh sweetheart, do you remember him telling you about his parents?" Dick nodded "well, when you miss the people you lost, sometimes you need time to let yourself grieve for a little while.. He'll be OK"

"ohh I wish I could make him not feel sad" he sadly said

She holds his face in her hands "oh sweetie you do. You make Damian very happy" she hugs him kissing his head "all of you do"

He hugged her tightly and looks up to her with a wide smile "can I make him cookies?! Cookies make me feel better!" he excitedly asked

She chuckled warmed by her son's sweet nature "of course"

Y/N tied a bow on her apron. Alfred was currently making dinner while Y/N and Dick made cookies.

"smells good in here, what are you guys doing?" Jason asked walking into the room

"hey sweetie!" his mother greeted to which her son smiled

"we're making cookies! You want to help!" Dick asked his big brother

"sure" he shrugged

"Damian go for a walk?" he mumbled to his mother

She nodded to Jason as he cut the cookie with the cookie cutter. Whenever Damian struggled with anything... Damian would draw for a while and if that didn't work he would leave for a walk outside to try to clear his mind.

He watches to see Dick is preoccupied helping Alfred stir the soup.. He didn't want to ask or even say anything.... He looks at Y/N stirring more cookie batter.

"is it something I did?" Jason asked worried something from his past arguments with Damian was causing him turmoil.

"oh Jason he's not upset with you or anyone.. Damian is just struggling right now. Like we all do sometimes"

Jason nodded trying to convince himself what she said was true. Y/N didn't want to overwhlem her son with affection, so instead of a hug. She gave him a gentle rub on his back. Jason tilted his head on her arm.

"I know you're worried about him but he's going to be OK"

"I know"

"AWW IT SMELLS AMAZING IN HERE!!" Steph announced walking in as she breathes in the sweet smell

"come make cookies with us!" Dick said happily

"you can help however you'd like to" Y/N said wide smiled as her daughter hugged her arm

"sounds like fun to me and you simply cannot have fun without the queen of fun" Steph said now tickling the side of Grayson's neck as the little boy laughs

As Y/N rolled out the dough she hears her phone chime from a text message.

"don't mind checking. It's me in the family group chat telling everyone to come help make cookies"

"I guess I'm making more dough" Y/N chuckled

"YAYYY!!" Dick said

Little Cass held onto Duke as he carried her on his back into the kitchen. Y/N was mixing the batter as she smiled seeing the kind pair of smiles. Duke gently put down his little sister as they were greeted.

"hey guys glad you came!" she greeted

"are you kidding? Steph would have drug me here by collar had I not come"

"oh I definitely would!" Stephanie agreed

"I can help you stir Mom" Cass offered

"I'd love your help" she smiled to her daughter

Tim walked in overwhlemed by the amount of chaos, but it wouldn't be home if there wasn't a little bit of craziness going on.

As the day went on into evening. Damian steps to the manor knowing dinner would be ready in just a few minutes. Though deep down he was missing his family.

The dark knight was curious hearing joyous laughter in the kitchen of all places. He stepped in seeing the ingredients for cookies scattered, everywhere. There were dozens and dozens of assorted cookies being made.

They each saw their adopted father and became quiet. Damian softly smiled to his loved ones

"is there enough for me?" he asked

Laughter was among them each as there was far too many cookies but the family were enjoying themselves too much. Which would involve a trip to Gotham's homeless shelter to donate.

Y/N takes off her apron and walks to give her husband a sweet kiss.

Damian wraps his arms around her waist as she lifts her own around his neck. He gave her a tender but soft kiss as unfortunately eyes were among them.

As everyone was sitting in the dining room enjoying dinner. Damian was holding his wife's hand.. He looks at her realizing yet again how much he loves her and his family.... Finally they were done with dinner. The sun was setting.

"your excused I'll shall be down momentarily"

All the children excluding Duke quickly got up

"you crazy night patrollers have fun" Duke said and yawns "I'm winding down for the night"

"your're just jealous because patrolling in the dark makes us more scary" Dick said

"oh it certainly makes you more frightening that's for sure" Duke chuckled

As the couple were alone Damian kisses her with the passion he had carved to since he had kissed her prior.

"I'm glad you're doing better" she smiled holding his face in her hands

He takes her hand to kiss her palm "even in my moments of grief.. You, and our family give me the solace I yearn for"

Much later that night Batman gently rubbed Robin's head as the young child was asleep in his bed. Damian laid the blanket on him and leaves his son's room.

He knew Steph would fall asleep the instant she laid on her bed. Duke would be awake in just a few hours. Cass was a light sleeper but as soon as she was comfortable, she would be asleep. Tim however... Damian steps to his room to hear typing on a laptop....

"lights out Drake!" Damian told Tim through the door

"5 more minutes!" he pleads

"don't push me. You'll thank me for getting a good nights rest and not falling face first into your bowl of cereal"

"that only happened like three times!"

"once is one too many, bed Drake or I'm putting on a, pass code that I know you wouldn't be able to crack"

"FINE"

Jason usually slept well unless he was upset.. Or reading. Damian steps to his room. He slowly pushed the door open.

He sees Jason sleeping while sitting with his knees up against his chest, on the chair with his book in hand.

Damian takes the book putting it on his bookshelf. He lifts the little boy into his arms.

Jason started to awaken, by the contact but kept his eyes closed. He didn't panic as he recognized the feeling of the arms that held him with care. He feels safe....

Damian moved the covers and laid Jason on the bed. He lays the covers on him but not too close to his neck as Jason was claustrophobic.

Damian kissed his son's forehead. He was surprised as his little arms wrap around his neck.

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

#batfam age reverse #Age reverse Robins #Batfamily #Robin! Dick #Crying #dealing with grief #Dead Bruce Wayne #Dead Talia al Ghul #damian wayne is batman #Kid! Jason Todd #Kid! Dick Grayson #older! damian x reader #Older! Damian Wayne #Damian Wayne X Reader #Batmom #Batman

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jennguyen-draws · 1 year

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I'd love to see Dick using Zitka to get Bruce to approve Clark taking him for a fly...

After some arguing and bargaining, Bruce agreed but only if: 1) Batman joins them 2) Dick wears a safety harness

All three of them think that they won the argument.

#jen draws #jen draws prompts #bruce wayne #clark kent #dick grayson #batman #superman #robin #robin!dick #kid! dick grayson #batfamily #zitka #zitka the elephant

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redsray · 2 months

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the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?

Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??

Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.

Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.

Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.

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ashoss · 4 months

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bruce and some little birds

part 2

#i was gonna draw the rest of the kids as well but the creative juices ran out #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #robin #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #batdad #dc fanart #batfam #batfamily #dc comics #illustration #ash's doodlings

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fact-dogsarehappiness · 2 months

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Another reason why I’m a firm believer in letting Bruce get old is because the idea of him looking and his dark haired children without his glasses on and genuinely not being able to tell them apart is unparalleled

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who-always-pays-their-taxes · 21 days

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“Bruce Wayne is actually a really good father and all his children are just like that” is actually my favorite flavor of batfam

#dcu #batfam #batfamily #bat kids #okay all (kinda) their names #ready set go #dick grayson #cassandra cain #cassandra wayne #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #damian al ghul #goood enough #batman #bruce wayne #gotham

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ditzybat · 28 days

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just imagining a teeny tiny tim being absolutely devastated about jason’s death, that he manages to get on to dark forums to contact a mercenary for a hit on the joker’s life.

and who happens to be that mercenary? deathstroke.

tim wires money from his (admittedly very high) allowance to slade, who finishes the job within the week — news outlets are going crazy as nobody knows who pulled off such a stunt — bruce is confused, and dick is both grateful, that someone took the bastard who killed his baby brothers life, and angry, because bruce wasn’t the one to do it.

slade however? wants to investigate, someone finally had the gall to order a hit on the joker and he’s a little curious to see who it is.

only come to find a little boy all alone in a big house who spends his nights following around a vigilante in a furry suit.

and, well, slade hasn’t been the best parent, and probably doesn’t know how to deal with an average kid, but who can blame him when he begins to train tim into becoming a mercenary just like him — after all, how else is he gonna defend himself on the streets of gotham when he gallivants around with an expensive camera, a sign basically saying ‘kidnap me!’ strapped to his chest?

so what if the kid becomes robin and uses those skills in the cape? that’s batman’s problem to figure out.

#tim eating ice cream as someone’s artery pops all over deathstroke: you’re so nice mr slade!#slade: maybe i *should* talk to my kids…#dc #dc comics #tim drake #robin #red robin #slade wilson #deathstroke #ravager #rose wilson #batman #dick grayson

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clarisse-doodles · 2 months

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inspired by this post, in which Damian does not know what Vine is

#sorry this was funnier in my head #but after i read that post I COULD NOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT #gen z batkids is the most Cursed thing i've read today and i love it #at first i had so many Thoughts about how my brain CANNOT reconcile tim as anything but a 90s kid but then i read that line about damian and #i feel like they'd mess with him sometimes by randomly quoting memes in unison #almost started to overthink how in This Particular Timeline jason might have missed out on this meme because he was Not Alive #but for the purposes of this silly joke i choose to believe dates are irrelevant #that is all thank you #clarisse doodles #batfam #damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd

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pinkiemachine · 7 days

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Everyone say: FAMILY VACATION!!!

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danafromunderarock · 9 days

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one thing that will always be funny to me about batfam is that jason is forever convinced that dick is bruce's favorite child while all of his siblings know for sure that bruce's favorite child is actually jason

some random reporter: who's your favorite child?

bruce: how DARE YOU imply that i play favorites, i love ALL of my children equally

dick, without missing a bit: oh he absolutely plays favorites, it was jason

tim: rest in peace

#dc #dc comics #batfamily #bruce wayne #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce: i love all my children equally #also bruce five minutes later: idc about dick #this is a joke btw #although. i Do think that bruce is one of those parents who clearly love certain kids more

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deadsetobsessions · 3 months

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Damian Wayne was like a duckling. A violent, stab-happy, danger-prone duckling, yes, but a duckling all the same. Which means when Danny almost got stabbed by a sleepy, instinct driven Damian, he was able to wave it off with a laugh. Damian, on the other hand, stared in horror at the butter knife firmly lodged in Danny’s arm.

“PENNYWORTH!” Danny jerked back at Damian’s scream. “RICHARD! FATHER!”

God damn, the kid had a pair of lungs on him. Danny’s wince was interpreted as pain to Damian, who gently grabbed his injured arm and started to pull him towards the kitchen’s marble island.

Danny blinked, non plussed as his hearing picked up a thundering of feet as the present family members scrambled towards Damian’s distress call.

“Wait, Damian, I’m fine. It’s-”

“You have been impaled, you imbecile! Had it been any of the other simpletons, they would have-!”

“Ouch.” Danny put his other hand in mock hurt over his slow-beating heart. He literally doesn’t care about the butter knife. He’s just impressed there was enough force in there to impale him. “Are you calling me names now? After- gasp- stabbing me?”

Before Damian could reply, the beginnings of regret, remorse, and guilt on his face, Alfred, Dick, and Bruce burst into the kitchen.

“What happened?!”

“My word, master Danny!”

“What is it?!”

“I’m fine. It’s like a small stab. Not even a big stab. I’m good.”

Dick paled, seeing Danny’s arm clutched in Damian’s hand.

“That’s- that’s a knife. In your arm. How is that ‘fine’?!”

“What happened.” Bruce asked Damian, gently removing Danny’s arm from Damian’s death clutch.

“I- I did not mean to,” Damian starts, guilt coloring his voice.

“He didn’t,” Danny cuts in. “I startled him and got stabbed for being dumb. I won’t fault him for having a defense mechanism like that, ancient knows what I might do if you guys startled me.”

The awkward silence that settled at his words made Danny twitch awkwardly.

“Uh, so, can I add this knife to my collection? Even if I didn’t get mugged?”

“Danny.”

“Bruce.” Danny stared stubbornly back. With his uninsured hand, he patted Damian on the head. He was going to enjoy the fluffiness before Damian’s guilt was no longer enough to hold him back from snapping at Danny’s hand like a grumpy alligator. Bruce loses, obviously. He’s a teenager who was also an ex-vigilante. Batman’s got nothing on a determined halfa.

“Master Danny, I must insist you refrain from getting stabbed. There is only so much gauze and antiseptic cream in the house.” Alfred returned- huh, when did he leave?- with a med kit.

Danny called bullshit because he knows there’s a whole ass medical bay beneath the manor.

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” Alfred said, promptly beginning the extraction of the butter knife.

“Are you okay?” Dick asked, hovering worriedly. “He- are you…?”

Damian was allowing Danny to ruffle his hair, so…

“Yep, I’m good. This isn’t even on my top thirty most painful stabbings,” and it really wasn’t. That honor was given to the GIW and that one time Jazz accidentally stabbed him with her earrings. “That was pretty impressive, actually. It’s like, a butter knife. The other ones had pointy ends.”

“Do not clump me with those pathetic wastes of spaces. I am naturally superior and would… would never harm you on purpose.” Damian said, getting quiet at the end like he was trying to plead to Danny to believe him.

“Of course not. But- if you want help me keep the knife, you can hit me with a mug, it would technically be a mugging.”

The pun got the desired effect. Damian leaned away with a disgruntled look and Dick stopped hovering as close in order to let out a small cackle.

“Done.”

“You should go get changed, kiddo. We’re going to see Tim’s photography at the Gotham Gallery today.”

“Oh, for real?” Danny patted Damian’s fluffy hair one last time, pushing away from the counter. “Oh, I’ll clean up here first and-”

“That will not be necessary,” Alfred scolded, a mop somehow already in his hands. “Please see to it you are prepared for the day.”

“Thanks, Alfred. Can I keep the knife.”

“Very well.”

“Sweet. See you guys later?” Danny pranced off after seeing the nods.

——

“He’s… he got stabbed a lot. Before us, I mean.” Dick tapped a furious rhythm onto the counter. “Not that we’ve stabbed him until now but even once is concerning for a civilian.”

“He was used to it.” Bruce replied.

“Perhaps we should join Todd in his endeavor and ensure that his worthless tormentors are permanently out of the picture.”

“God, he said top thirty. He was counting.”

Damian silently withdrew a kitchen knife.

“No murder with my quality chef’s knives, Master Damian.”

“Tt.”

“Master Jason follows the same rules. Now, out of the kitchen. I may be old, but I remember the last time master Bruce and master Dick stepped foot in here and I will not have a repeat.”

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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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thedevilundercover · 26 days

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I was thinking (shocking, I know) and I think the bat kids should have a little auction/market amongst themselves but for like stolen clothing

Like every three months they congregate in a fucking walmart parking lot (bc there’s way too much of them) at 3 am and they trade favours and stolen clothing for funsies.

There are some rules though like; It’s a strictly bat kid thing, no one else is allowed and the clothes must be of family members and family adjacents

Jason and Bruce’s clothes are always in demand bc theyre so fucking big.

*ehem* now here is my rendition of what would happen in one of these auction.

Tim: I’ll take the B/P route for a week if you give me your purple sweatshirt

Steph: Nuh uh 2 weeks or nothing

Dick: ✨guess what I got✨

every Bat kid looking at him, knowing what he was going to take out

Batkids, in synch: show us

Dick, pulling out one of Bruce’s oversized sweaters:

The whole group excluding Dick: Ỉ̸̝̱̪̞̃̅̔̂͜͝ ̸̞͑̊w̸̡̱̙̫̱̯̲̅̈́ȃ̴͖͎̠͔͇͊̂̚n̶̡̧̜͉͙̝̜͑̍t̵̺̭͍̪͛̐̈́ͅ ̸̹͓̳̂̓̇i̵̢̪̰̻̤̎̈̓ͅt̵̜̳̝͘

#The glitchy text says “I want it”#tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #damian wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #dc robin #batfam #batman #dcu #duke thomas #bat kids

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redsray · 2 months

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I love the idea of the Wayne kids dropping extremely vague and disturbing comments during galas. Especially when in uncomfortable situations or if they're just bored. They pull out things from their nightlife too. Other times they just make shit up.

Socialite: Oh, dear, your cheeks look so sullen! Who sucked the life out of you?

Tim, dead serious: An old man with a goatee.

Socialite: Uh... what?

Dick: Once I broke my knee so badly that I swear I could see part of the bone sticking out.

Socialite: Good lord. How on earth did that happen?

Dick: Just clumsy gymnast things ^^

Socialite: The white streak is certainly a bold fashion choice.

Jason: I saw someone get decapitated once, so I could be doing worse in terms of what's on my head, yknow? At least I have one.

Socialite: What's your favourite colour, sweetie?

Damian: Red.

Socialite: Oh that's lovely!

Damian: Like the blood of my enemies.