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Why is this so true?
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Anti hero vigilante reader dating Bruce wayne
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• You grew on the rough street of Lower Gotham, you got good at committing petty crimes to survive which lead you to breaking into Wayne Manor
• You only stole food and sometimes something small that you could sell.
• It went on for a couple month up until one night you broke in and you could tell something was up but ignored it until you got to the kitchen where u saw a fresh sandwich on the table.
• Just as you’re about to make a run for it you hear him
• “ is something wrong with the sandwich?”
• He tells you it fine he doesn’t mind you eating the food. He promises he’ll make sure you have something warm next time. Next time you go there’s a stew and bread waiting for you along with some cash.
• It takes a couple more weeks before you actually talk back to him and give him your name
• “Y/N”
“ Nice to meet you Y/N”
• After that you don’t go back for a while it’s not until you get hurt that you end up back the Manor with Alfred patching up.
• Bruce makes you stay at the Manor till you healed.
• He offers for you to stay but you refuse it isn’t until he bails you out of jail that you agree to stay at the Manor.
• He figures you out as a vigilante when he hears about some small crime ring being taken down and see you with bruise You can’t explain away
• He kisses you for the first time when you get hurt pretty badly after a night out.
• After that your relationship gets weird mostly because neither of you are capable of normal communication. It takes Alfred to get you to talk.
• Alfred teases Bruce about you all the time
• You hate going to fancy galas and parties but you do it anyway for Bruce which he’s grateful for.
• He doesn’t like what you do but he understands why you do it
• He patches you up when you get hurt
• When you figured out He was batman you were pissed at him it took awhile for you to talk to him again
• He promises he wouldn’t turn you in because he loves you
• Whenever he spots you, when he’s batman, he tries to stay out of your way
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dearest-painter · 2 years
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Yandere Batman Nightwing Red hood red Robin and older damian wyan x neko child gitl reader
Where they find a 5 year old baby Neko reader alone and take her in as there daughter
Yes! Also red hood has more time because I love red hood
TW/CW:Platonic behavior, unhealthy behavior,unhealthy relationship, abusive relationship,abusive behavior,yandere behavior,THIS IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES
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“JASON! STOP HOGGING Y/N!!” Damien ran after Jason who was carrying his daugh- I mean sister…yeah. “ZOOM!” Y/N was a five year old neko who Jason found. “Yeah! Zoom!” Soon Bruce walked out the door. “Jason,everyone needs to spend time with them” “well let’s ask Y/N! Y/n honey do you wanna spend time with others?” “Nu uh! Me wanna spend time with dada!” Y/N hugged Jason closer to her face. Jason smirked and walked away.
“Heya Y/N!!” “Hi num nuts!” Jason started to laugh while Dick looked mortified. Tim walked in. “Hiya uncle Tim!!” “Hello Y/N” Jason handed her to Tim,he was the only one he trusted with her. Y/N’s ears twitched and her tail flicked for a second,this happened randomly so no one was surprised. “Y/N I’m uncle dick not num nuts!” “Hmm…Nope! Num nuts!” Dick groaned while Tim and Jason chuckled.
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xxcatnissxx · 2 years
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Can I have yandere Bruce Wayne x sick wife reader x yandere playtonic son Damain wyan worry about momma reader
HMmm 🤔 okok a bit challenging....I like it thy wish is my command and I shall do my best your majesty *bows* 😌💖
**However I'm balancing tests/school atm so will try my best to get it out as fast as possible**
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Hey! I really love your writing and while I don’t have anything specific to request, could you please write something with batmom please? Maybe a favorite memory with each of the Robins from her perspective?
Thank you!!! 🙏 🥰
Batmom and baby bats
Memories
Jason
Jason has always been a sweet child not that he’d tell anyone, and it’s always reminded you of your favorite moments.
Jason was about 11 when he made you a lovely stack of homemade cards for Mother’s Day, he named 1 reason he loved you and what you have him that made his life a joy.
His first reason was, you gave him love, motherly love that was warm and welcoming that seemed never ending.
But the way he presented them was what made it truly memorable
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* Mother’s Day morning*
With a loud knock on the door, jason came running to the bed and jumped on top of you. accidentaly hitting bruce in the face with one of his flying hands 
“mom! mom! its mothers day and I have plans with you!”
“hey i get to spend time with her too!!”- Dick making sure you didnt forget about him.
“ i want to spend all day with my favorite boys!” 
which lead to a huge cuddle pile.
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the most impressive part of jasons section of mothers day was what he wanted us to show you,
he took you to gotham, the exactly ally in which he tried to steal batmans tires. 
“this right here is where my life changed forever, where i found a family i never knew i could have.”
After hugging you for a minute, you two went to Bruce’s office.
“This is the place when you became my mom on paper, I can never say thank you enough”
Both of you cry and just cuddling in Bruce’s office chair.
-this was your fondest memory with Jason-
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Dick
Dick was always an energetic kid, it’s what you loved about him. Even if at times he was quick to anger.
Like when he was new to the manor and in his first year he had come so far.
But he was having a break down after accidentally calling you mom.
“No no no this can’t be happening, I already have a mom!”
You tried to calm him down the best you could
“Dickie she would’ve wanted you to be loved, but I understand if you don’t want to call me mom, you can still call me Y/N if it makes you feel better. I’m not trying to replace her.”
He was pacing back and forth,
“But isn’t it replacing her if I call you mom?”
“Sweetie I can never replace the amazing woman that was your mother, I can only hope to provide you enough motherly love and affection as I can. But you will never forget your mom, and I won’t let you forget her either.”
His anger simmered down and he stopped pacing
“ momma, can I have a hug?!”
“Of course baby bat, but you don’t have to yell.”
With your arms wide open dick launched himself at you.
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Tim
When Tim came into your lives he already had a family, you were just angered by the way they treated their son. He was more than some random assignment or duty, he was their son!! But they never treated him right.
When Tim eventually came to live with you and Bruce full time, he had moments where he felt like a child, and it was so foreign to him that he had no idea what to do.
Like when you got him something because it reminded you of him.
“Oh you didn’t have to do that, but thank you”
“Tim of course I didn’t have too, I wanted too. I thought you might like it and I heard to complaining that your current lap desk was kinda broken.”
Tim was shocked you were actually listening to him rant!!!
He was too stunned to speak, he just started to tear up a little bit.
“Oh honey did I get the wrong one? Do you not like it?”
“No no I love it!! I’ve just never had someone do something nice for me because they wanted too!”
Biggest bear hug ever for that boy.
It broke your heart that his family had never just done something nice for him.
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Damien- *has a reference to my Batman fic with hot coco*
Damien grew up to believe he was better than everyone, so when he came to the family that is how he behaved. But you wouldn’t tolerate this behavior from anyone, let alone a child.
So he was never invited to hot coco nights with the other boys in the kitchen.
But when he started going to Gotham academy, and being bullied about his heritage, Damien didn’t know what to do. You and Bruce had given him a list of absolutes that he couldn’t do.
So after three weeks he waited for you in your study at the house.
When you walked in you were shocked to see Damien on your little couch, but knew right away something wasn’t right.
“Are you alright Damien?”
He huffed and looked at you with sad puppy eyes
“ the children at school are rude, and constantly asking if I’m planning to blow up the school, and making fun of my ethnicity. I can’t handle it anymore ummi, I want to just fit in, I don’t want to be a kid who’s bullied and doesn’t have anyone at home.”
You gave your sad son a soft smile
“Damien, you could’ve come to me sooner. I would’ve talked to the school to find solutions, as for being alone, you aren’t. We may not be super close at the moment Damien, but I took you in as one of my own, I would raise hell for you if that’s what it took for you to be happy. Your mother raised you to fight and lead, I’m here to guide you if you need and/or want my help.”
He looked like he was going to cry and bolted into your arms holding you like his life depended on it.
“Ummi, can I please join you and the others for whatever it is you have in those mugs after patrol?”
“Of course sweetheart”
Your brain completely skipping that he called you ummi until they were already on patrol.
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superhero--imagines · 3 years
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Dick
* Definitely briefs-those boxer briefs
* He probably still gets shit for Panties!Robin from his siblings
* But what can he say it’s comfy?
* Also it holds everything in place when he’s doing his acrobatic stuff
* He tried the boxer thing once and it just wasn’t -
* Just wasn’t for him
* Will 100% wear sexy lacy underwear if you’re into that
* And maybe even if you’re not
Jason
* Definitely a boxers guy
* I bet he was a straight boxers guy throughout his teens
* Occasionally he will wear boxer briefs though, especially if he’s working out
* Also he knows he looks great in them, and he likes the way you look at him when he’s wearing them
* Probably matches his socks and boxers, mostly sticks to black, but has a few cute patterns in there
Tim
* Oh the poor baby
* Sometimes he forgets to wear underwear all together
* Also the kind of guy who probably wears mismatched socks
* And by mismatched I don’t mean like - they’re both black just different cut
* I mean like straight up one sock is red and the other is yellow
* Or one is polka dot pattern and the other sock is like retro triangle print
* “Well what does it matter when you’re going to take them off of me anyway?”
* Well, he’s got a point
Damian:
* Boxer briefs
* Always boxer briefs
* He wears dark colored ones, mostly black, but occasionally also a navy or dark red pair
* Always wears dark socks
* Has a preference for Ralph Lauren, so everything is the same brand
* Socks, underwear and tie are always matching
* It’s a subtle elegance
Bonus:
Bruce:
* Damian had to learn it from somewhere
* Bruce is impeccable, both in fitness and underwear
* Mostly wears boxer briefs, always the same brand as his socks and tie
* All of it is the same shade
* But that’s when he’s dressed to impress at a gala or at work
* At home I think he’s much more relaxed
* Loose boxers, if any underwear at all,
* funky socks if he’s not just wandering around barefoot in a robe
* “At least wear some slippers, you’re going to make yourself sick “ you mumble
* He smiles, burying his prickly unshaven face into your neck
* “What if that’s what I want? For my cute little nurse to prance around and fuss over me while I’m sick?”
* You roll your eyes
* What a smooth operator
* “Just wear some damn clothes Bruce.”
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minimoxha · 3 years
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Batfam Valentines Day Special
 The batfamily takes Valentine’s Day very...very seriously.
Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wyane, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wyane, Y/n L/n(Batmom), Alfred Pennyworty
Warning(s): None
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(A/N I know Valentine’s Day passed but I got this idea after it so...deal with it.)
All throughout Wayne manor, everyone was preparing for the day known as Valentine’s Day. They were moving so fast it made it seem like they were competing. Probably because...they were. Why? Because today was Valentine’s Day and they all wanted to give you the best day but every one of them wanted to do different things. So when Jason first joined the family, it became a competition to see which one could give you the best time with them.
You woke up to the sweet smell of French toast, a smile Turing on your face. You knew what day it was, possibly one of your favorite days other than Christmas or your birthday of course. Damian was the first to come in your room, Laing down and cuddling with you. No matter how people saw him on the outside, he was a soft and cuddly bear on the inside. “Good morning Mother. You’ll spend time with me first, right? I am your favorite so it’s only natural I go first.” Damien Gloated, making you emit a small giggle. “Dami, I told you that it was dickies turn this year.” You said making the young boy groan in response and get ready to lift up but relaxed his body again once you started to run your hands through his hair. “Who’s cooking for me Dami?” Damien answered your question by counting to five on his fingers. Once he got to five, Jason came through the door holding a tray of food, Bruce with a card and flowers, dick holding cups and apppe juice, (Apple juice is better than orange.), and Tim holding coffee cups.
All four of the men walked into the room, Joining you and Damian on the bed, not before saying good morning to you. “Flowers? For me?” You teased, smelling the roses. “They were from me” Bruce admitted, a smirk crossing his face making Jason roll his eyes. “So who gets you first, ma?”  Jason asked. “Hm...Dickie.” You smiled at your oldest, making him mirror his expression and everyone else groan. It was sweet really, instead of spending time with their friends or significant other they wanted to give the day to you. All of you had busy schedules so these were one of the days they could spend a lot of fun time with their mommy. After everyone finished eating, dick gave you an outfit and waited outside your door for you to change. “So you know that musical you wanted to see? Well I Got tickets, the best seats!” He cheered. You squeezed from inside the room, quickly opening your door. “My outfit looks great on you.” He smiled. You were wearing High waisted black pants and a gray hoodie with no hood that was a little too big for you. 
Dick was right, they were amazing seats. The both of you were in Love with the musical and tried to keep yourselves from singing but failed, earn dirty looks from the people around you. (I didn’t make more because idk but if you want short tories on how the details went during everyones time with Y/n tell me))After you left the theater, the both of you got slushies and cinnamon rolls (Even though it was 11Am, your dentist is pissed rn) and then he returned you home and went to his brothers ti gloat and tell him how the defenitly won and had the best time with you. Next was Jason, right when you walked in he got you and took you back out. “What do you have planned fir me today, JayJay?” You asked following him after he grabbed a bag onto his motorcycle . “You can choose between a Monster Truck Rally and Paint balling Ma.” He said. “Paint-balling” Nodding, he drove off to a paint ball arena with you holding onto his back. He arrived at the place and signed in. The both of you were taken into the back where you got a run down and gear. “Dickies going to be pissed that his outfit is covered in paint.” You giggled, putting on your gear along with Jason and listening to the rules. You didn’t follow them though. The both of you DEMOLISHED every kid, adult, and teen, only getting a few paintballs on yourself. Then it came down to you and Jason. He stalked around you, trying to be be intimidating but failing with a smile. “Theres only room for one paintballer in this town” He said, faking a country accent.  
“Well then, It’ll have to be me!” You yelled, shooting three at him then ducking under a rock. He successfully dodged your attacks making the game go on for what felt like forever for the bystanders but just a couple minutes for you. It seemed like it was going to go on forever until Jason tripped on a rock and fell, giving you the chance to shoot him right in his butt. “Suck it, Jay!” You yelled, doing your victory dance in front of him. Jason smiled, he loved seeing you in this mood. With work, and watching from the batcomptr, you were either on edge or stressed out of your mind, And once you got competitive, you stayed competitive until you won. Constantly, challenging your family to games. “Ill beat you next Time, Ma’” Jason laughed, fist bumping you and standing up to sling his arm around your shoulder and walk to the changing rooms with you. (Not the same one) “Guess what we got the Replacement and Demon Spawn to do for ya.” “Hm I Don't know Jay, What.” 
“I got them to share your time and have a picnic with you.” You sighed then answered, “Jay, I’ll be surprised if there still is a picnic by the time we get there.” Jason laughed at your Joke, getting the both of you on his bike and driving to a beautiful forest. The sun was cutting through the trees who's leaves were falling off. There was an opening, where Damian had lanterns all around while the picnic blanket was in the middle of a flower bed. You got off of Jasons bike and saw through the trees, Damian and Tim arguing, on the verge of turning it into a full blown fist fight. Before things escalated, you stepped in and let Jason leave the three of you alone. “Boys, please don't fight today” With one last glare, they settled down. Damian opened the light brown basket and took your favorite dishes out. “We helped Alfred make all of your favorites, Mother. I hope you enjoy them” Tim opened the Saran Wrap. “Yeah Mom, I hope you like it.” Damian put a couple heart-shaped sandwiches on your plate and poured the drinks while Tim showed you this cool coding project he had been walking on. “So mother, isn’t this the best out of both of the trips they took you on?” Damian asked, smiling slightly after biting into a cupcake and clearly enjoying it.  “I had an Amazing Day with all of you, I won't pick favorites.” You smiled and ruffled both of the boys’ hair. They were amazing children no matter they're faults. The rest of the picnic was amazing, the both of you eating until you couldn’t eat anymore and Joking around. For the first time in a while, you saw a Huge smile on both of the boys’ face. After, Tim called Alfred and he picked the both of you and took you to get your hair done, nails done and a nice dress that they (surprisingly) agreed on. They showed up at the manor and rushed Batmom to the backyard where bruce was standing in a candlelit circle. Inside it , was a couple speakers and Bruce right in the middle. His hair was slicked back and he was wearing a nice suit that matched your dress. He raised his hand out toward you and you excitedly took it.
“May I have this dance?” He smiled, pulling you into his chest. His cologne, being all that you could smell. “you may” The both of you danced like nobody was watching, because nobody was. It wasn’t like the dances you would have at formal events, where you had to dance like professionals. No, it was your own little dance party with only the two of you. You didn’t have to worry about people watching or taking pictures. After about 5 songs, the dancing stopped and Bruce slid a ring on your finger. It was a crown with the tips and middles having diamonds inside of them. “Bruce...this is beautiful” you smiled as you looked at it. Bruce snuck his hands around your waist and put his chin on top of your head. Him being the tall man that he was, he had no problems with hugging or cuddling with you while standing. “Let’s be honest My love, I gave you the best day , yes?” He smirked. Bruce was always very cocky but you found yourself more attracted to him after each word he uttered to you. “You’ll never know, Dear” You teased making him playfully sigh. “I’m the worlds greatest detective, I already know.”
“God, I love all of you so Much” Like every year, Each one of your boys always found a way to surprise you or just make your life better. They meant the world to you and if you could keep life like this you would. This was perfect. Absolute perfection
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afro-hispwriter · 2 years
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Future(Pattinson!Bruce Wayne)
Bruce Wyane x Black!Catwoman!Reader
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The Batman
a/n- i was scrolling through TikTok and i saw a snippet of the comic “Catwoman 80th Celebration“ and ingot inspired by the certain part that was poste. And for this im putting Bruce and Reader at at least in their early 30’s and married.
warnings- language, sickness, throwing up, slight angst
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The bathroom was your best friend at the moment. You were haunched over the toilet, emptying your insides.
"Shit." You groan and lean against the wall. You started to doze off against the wall when a loud knock came to the bathroom door.
"Y/n!?" You hear bruce on the other side of the door.
"Are you ok? You've been in there for a while." You leaned over and flushed the toilet before standing up and opening the door.
"Ya, Bruce I'm ok." Bruce looked at you suspiciously but decided not to pry.
"Alfred has breakfast set up." He says and you nod.
"Ok, let me brush my teeth and get ready so we can go on patrol after." You say and before Bruce could even answer. You shut the door and locked it. You turned and faced the mirror and ripped the bonnet off your head revealing your baby hairs. You were extremely tired so all you did was throw your braids into a bun and walked out of the bathroom.
Bruce was sitting at the huge dining table wondering where you were. He saw you out of the corner of his eyes and looked up.
"Great I'm starving." He says and immediately starts throwing together his plate.
You and Bruce haven't been married for long. Only 3 years, but had been dating for 8 years prior. It took Bruce years to warm up to you, to talk even. It has always been the two of you and Alfred. But maybe it was time to expand.
"Bruce. Can I ask you something?" You ask him as you begin preparing your own plate.
"Go ahead." You smiled and wiped your hands on your thighs.
"Have you ever thought of expanding our family?" Bruce immediately stops eating and looks at you. He knows what you mean by that. But he just can't, not now.
"What like a dog?" He asks acting clueless. You could tell he was evading your question.
"Bruce, you know what I mean."
"Y/n." He starts and sets his fork down. "We can't, you know we can't. Not with what we do."
"I know but what if I stop and stay home."
"Y/n it won't matter, we have the enemies. Not just as Batman and Catwoman, we have enemies as Bruce and Y/n Wayne." Bruce slid out of his chair and dragged his plate closer to you. He grabbed your hands with his and kissed them. You looked down at your lap when Bruce kissed your cheek.
"Hey, I'm not saying we cant at all. Just not now, in the future when Gotham is safe."
"Safe?" You scoff. "When will that be? 15-20 years, when I can't have kids anymore?" You pulled your hands away from him and he groaned in frustration and turned back to his plate, as did you.
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After breakfast was over, you had stormed off with tears running down your face. You passed Alfred and the way you entered your and Bruce's room and slammed the door. Alfred sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He approached Bruce who sat there in silence.
"What happened?" He asks and takes a seat next to him.
"She wants a kid." Says Bruce and takes a sip of juice.
"Well, that's great news, right?"
"No, it's not, she doesn't understand that we have a life that isn't safe or live in a city that isn't safe. What if the kid gets taken, or fuck, killed." Alfred stayed silent and let Bruce rant to him. "And it may not even be from that, what if she has a miscarriage, what if that miscarriage takes both of them. Or something happens to her, anything." Alfred thought for a minute before setting a hand on Bruce's shoulder.
"Bruce, these are all the worries any parent has, and that's ok." Bruce thought for a moment before standing up.
"I'm going on patrol." He says and starts to make his way to the elevator.
"Bruce." Calls Alfred from behind him. "Talk to her, really."
"I'll try."
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Bruce had suited up and was waiting for you.
"Let's get this over with." He hears you say and he sees you walking towards him in your tight suit. He unlocks the charger and you both slide in.
"Y/n I-." He starts but you raised your hand.
"Don't not now please." Bruce stayed silent and began speeding off through the streets of Gotham. He drove into an alley and parked the car.
"Let's go up top." He says and you nod. As you climbed up the stairs you suddenly felt very out of breath.
Come on. Not now.
You made it to the top when you haunched over on your knees.
"Do we need to go back?" Bruce placed a hand on your lower back.
"No, no I just-." You felt bile go up to your throat and you slapped a hand on your mouth. "I'm going to throw up." You started taking deep breaths, as you hated throwing up.
"Shit I have a Batbucket in the car." He says and you look at him with a raised eyebrow.
"What?"
"It's just a bucket with a bat on it..." He jokes and you want to laugh but you just couldn't.
"Not the time Batty."
"Sorry, I'm just trying to help." After he said that you launched forward and heard the splash hit the roof. Bruce Immediately came to your aid and took the cat mask off and held your braids back. "That's it I'm taking you back."
"But patrol-."
"It can wait." He says and picks you up bridal style.
He carefully went down the building and opened the door to the car. He placed you down in the passenger seat and drew the seatbelt out and locked it(he doesn't even wear a seatbelt himself). Bruce slid into the driver's seat and immediately took his helmet off, since the car is so dark and tinted, no one was going to be able to see inside.
"Tell me what's going on, you've been throwing up for weeks, and every time I try and ask you what's wrong you just ignore me." Bruce was trying not to get frustrated but you saw him grip the steering wheel.
"Bruce can we just go back." You groaned and held your stomach.
"No, we're not leaving until you tell me." He saw you place a hand back on your mouth and he turned back to the back of the car and grabbed a bucket. He handed it to you and you rolled your eyes and swallowed.
"Huh, you actually have a bucket with a bat on it." You laugh but wince at a sudden headache. Bruce took his right glove off and placed a hand on your forehead.
"You don't feel hot."
"Bruce I'm-." You started but you dug your face in the bucket and heard the liquid hit the bucket.
"Do not say you're ok because you-"
"I'm pregnant." You cut him off. Bruce slowly takes the information in and leans deep into his seat and starts the car.
The drive home was silent. Bruce needed to get you home, and maybe to a hospital. His hands were shaking, he still couldn't believe it. But he was blind, you showed all the symptoms of pregnancy. Once he pulled into the cave and parked the car, you immediately opened the door and climbed out, bucket in hand.
"Y/n can we talk about this?" Bruce calls for you and you bear the heavy footsteps behind you.
"This isn't how I wanted you to find out." You say and head towards the elevator.
"Was I ever going to find out?" He grabs your arm gently and tugs you back. He wanted you to answer but you stayed silent. "Wait is that why you wanted to know what I thought about kids?"
"Yes, I wanted to know how you felt about it." You clicked the button of the elevator and watched it open. You entered and so did Bruce.
"Would you have told me if I said how great it would be to have a kid now?"
"Yes." Bruce sighed and leaned against the wall.
"But I didn't, so what are you going to do?" He points at your belly and you hung your head low.
"I was going to make an appointment." You say and Bruce straightens up. He knew what you meant by an appointment and it made him feel a pang in his heart.
"Bruce you're right. This city this world isn't safe for a kid, maybe in a few years we can just adopt." The elevator dinged and opened its doors. "I'm going to go shower."
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The hot water felt amazing on your skin. You brushed your teeth again for what it felt like the hundredth time. Bruce has shredded his Bat-suit and threw it on the bed. He opened the door to the bathroom and saw the catsuit on the ground. He took his boxers off and opened the shower door. You jumped when you felt his hand caress your back.
"It's just me." Bruce wraps his arms around your body and you turn around and look up at him. You could see the eyeshadow slowly roll down his cheeks as the water hit him. "I want this." Bruce kisses the top of your head and you wrap your arms around his torso.
"Alfred helped me see something, all these worries I have, happens to anybody. I shouldn't have thought about myself only, this is your life too."
"Are you sure?" Bruce lays his cheek against your head and nods.
"Ya, I do and baby I'm sorry if I made you feel bad in any way."
"Is Bruce Wayne... apologizing?" You joke and he chucked and presses his forehead against yours.
"Ya, ya."
"So we're going to do this?" Bruce separated from you and slowly and carefully, got down on his knees. He wrapped his hands around your waist and kissed your belly.
"Guess we are."
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9 months.
9 months of pain and happiness.
But now, your little girl was born. You and Bruce had agreed to keep the pregnancy a secret, you don't go out much anyway. But just a month ago they saw you leaving the hospital after a check-up and the news and rumors began. But you and Bruce forgot all about it.
"She's beautiful." You say and Bruce kisses your hairline. Her light brown skin shined under the lighting. Bruce had tears running down his face.
He never thought he would get to experience this moment.
"Mr. and Mrs. Wayne. What name were we thinking so we can write it here on the tag." A nurse asks, smiling at the two of you. Bruce leans down and kisses his newborn's head before turning to the nurse.
"Helena. Helena Wayne."
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A/n- this is my first time writing for Bruce. I do plan to write more for him.
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I hope I am not to late
Can I request yandere batfamly x mega bat human tolder reader
Where they find her in a lab and do DNA test and trund out she Bruce daughter and the the youngest wyan and how they raise her
Broken: Ohhh, A Genetic Daughter to Bruce Wayne...and a Meta-Human?
Mask: What about Shadow Walking? Using the shadows to move through place undetected or move from place to place?
Broken: Like the Shade does?
Mask: Yes, much similar to that.
Broken: Okay, then let the words weave together.
Batman stood before the large breeding tank that was filled with an unknown clear liquid...and the vessel of a toddle with paleish-tan skin, short black hair, and numerous battle scars on their arms; it was clear this child was a soldier just like his son - Damian - but this child was different...Bruce could sense it.
He looked through the eyes of his cowl at the papers on the table and began looking to them when something caught his eye:
Project Shadow Walker
Genetical Created Meta-Human
Power: Shadow Walking: Using Shadows to move through locations stealthfully.
Maternal DNA Donor: Unknown
Paternal DNA Donor: Bruce Wayne
Bruce looked back at the container - this toddler was his child that was created by these people to make a perfect Meta-Human. What he couldn't understand was how did they get ahold of his DNA and why did they use him to make this Meta-Human? Also, who was the mother?
Those were the questions that flooded his mind as he downloaded all of the information before wiping the hard copy and taking the papers before draining the tank and collecting the toddler in his arms as they fell forward with a gasp for air but still asleep. Bruce placed charges all the building and made it back to the Bat-Mobile before blowing the place to high hell.
When he returned to Wayne Manor, he placed the sleeping child on the sofa in the living room and sat on the other sofa, watching them sleep before calling his sons into the room and explaining the situation as to who the child was and why they were here in the first place.
Dick was excited to have another member of the family.
Jason was curious to know if the kid could help him with contracts of stealth.
Damian was just looking at the child - his head filled with visions of him and his younger sibling on missions together. They would be an amazing assassin with their gift.
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Gotham Master-List
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Jerome valeska
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Jeremiah Valeska
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Nicknames A Family Tradition
Batfam x batsis
Summary: batfam has tons of nicknames for each other but their sister has the best ones.
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You loved your brothers to the fullest you could. But the nicknames they gave each other sometimes, was just ridiculous.
And the ones they gave you would be worse. Your father finds all the nicknames flying around the house funny, till someone gives him one.
But this started long ago. When you were the baby of the family. And dick had just arrived.
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Dick had just been lounging around, he was kinda tired after having a fit of anger. But you saw that as an opportunity.
You used all the strength your three year old body had to drag crayons, coloring pages, and some snacks with you in the family room dick was.
You plopped the stuff on the group and then walked up to dick.
“Do you wanna color?”
Dick sighed, he was still calming down. But looking at your wide innocent eyes he couldn’t say no.
“Of course short stack”
“I’m not short!!! Or a stack! You’re- you’re just tall!!”
“Okay, wanna color?”
“Yeah!!! I brought birds to color!!!”
Dick looked at the robin coloring page you handed him. He colored it blue and yours was purple.
“Hey princess yours looks good”
*baby bat glare and grunt*
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It continued for a few years these names going back and fourth.
Dick
Ducky
Chicken wing
Padded ass
Tree
The reason we need sex Ed
Batsis
Shortcake
Little bat
Flat cake (this was used once in a fight and never again)
Precious cargo
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When Jason joined the family you wanted to give him a nick name but didn’t want to cross lines.
So you did what any sensible kid would do. You asked him what his nickname were before he got here.
His response was heart breaking
“I don’t have any”
Your heart cried out for him.
“ I think you deserve one, but it needs to be good!”
You didn’t know it then but that’s what made Jason convinced Bruce would keep him around.
That day you called him jay bird
Dick still won’t admit it but you came up with it, a damn good nick name that’s still used.
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Jason
Dead one
Jay bird
Zombie
Angry Z
Batsis
Short stack
Stool user
Trouble maker
Off limits (aimed at Roy or any boy who looks at you)
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Tim just seemed to glide right in to the family. He made it known that he didn’t want a nick name, or to be giving them as well
“Awww that’s cute, you think I’m not gonna give you a nick name?!”
Hysterical laughter was heard leaving the kitchen
A few months later nicknames came flying out
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Tim
Coffeeholic
Personal IT
Sleepy
Timbers
Batsis
Human alarm clock
Boss
Nuisance
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Damien came in with an air of “I’m better than everyone”
And he tried that with batsis
“So you’re the new kid? Huh I’d thought you’d be older”
“I am the blood son!! I demand respect”
“Earn it”
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Damien
Spare child
Demon spawn
Lil bro(when you got along)
Dam
Batsis
Slow
Unneeded
Sister
The favorite
Mother(when you babied him)
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hi!! would you mind doing some hcs for a reader in the batfam who's falling into a depressive episode, and most of them dont notice bc its pretty early on (like only a few days in) but alfred takes care of them?? im so soft for caring/familial alfred + hurt/comfort stuff. and maybe near the end the others realize and a few of them chip in to help cheer them up??
⚠️ before you read!! This story contains talk of depression and mental health struggles. If that is at all a trigger for you, please scroll past ⚠️
Batfam x reader x Alfred
I know mental health struggles and issues are different for everyone. I will be writing this based off of my experience.
You were one of the many children Bruce Wayne had taken under his ‘wing’
But you had issues with your mental health, call it a side effect of your up bringing if you will.
You were feeling kinda bleh, unmotivated to move, shower, brush your teeth, or move out of your bed really
Alfred was the first to notice after the first day, you didn’t come down to eat as much and instead were only seen in the mornings for food.
Alfred made your favorite tea/drink, with a small portion of your favorite snack.
He made his way to your room, and Gently knocked to open the door. He set the food down and made work of clearing the floor
Getting you fresh clothes, a wash cloth, and mouth wash.
“Young y/n you need to take care of yourself a little bit, I know it’s rough right now. But at least use the mouth wash and spit into this cup”
You did as asked, ate some of the food. Sponged bathed and changed in the bathroom.
“I will leave the comfort blankets on the couch, open the blinds, is there anything else you may need?”
You just walked up to Alfred and gave him a hug, his hugs were nice filled with affection and warmth.
You repeated this cycle for three more days before the others noticed
Bruce was the first of the group to notice, he look at how when you were on the couch you were zoned out. Also being wrapped in the blankets
He would walk by and rub your back a little bit and help brush your hair
Jason and dick were the next ones to notice, they wanted to get you up and running but knew that wasn’t a good idea, so instead they watched movies or napped with you
Tim was just awake enough to burrito next to you and nap with you, it was small but it was a gesture of affection
Damien was the last to notice, by day seven of you being in this rut Damien had had it.
“You need to do something!!! Who and I supposed to talk too!!!” He even grabbed your face. Not roughly just enough to kinda spook you
But you said nothing and carried on
Bruce had to explain it to him a little bit “ sometimes we get into a rut, we just have to ride it out and trust they will tell us when it gets too bad for them “
“So there’s nothing I can do?!”
“Just be patient, like they were with you”
Head nod was all Bruce got in exchange.
Alfred however was still making you use a wash cloth daily and mouth wash twice a day, brushing when you had some more energy.
Sometimes when your brothers became overwhelming, you could be found in Alfreds portion of the manor in a blanket. Because he brought peace
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How do you think the batboys (+ possibly Bruce) would react to a male SO having an inappropriate emotional response. Specifically laughing as a reaction to pain/extreme emotions. Not being able to control it and seeming hysterical. - ⛓
Jason
Looks at you like you’ve grown a second head
Offers some pain meds or a trip to the cave to help
Might say some shitty jokes if it happens in public
If it’s because you’re frustrated
He will physically remove you from the situation
If it’s lack of sleep causing the frustrations
He will Sedate you himself
But sometimes he’ll repeat joke you never laughed at
“Now you’ve laughed at my bad jokes!!”
“I was frustrated/ in pain, it doesn’t count!!”
“Well it counts to me!”
Dick
The first time it happened, he duct tapped your mouth
Not his smartest move but also not the dumbest either
Calls his father
A therapist
Maybe a priest, because possession
Sometimes you’re frustrated and it happens
Sometimes you’ve been thrown into a wall
And it scares anyone who’s hurt you, or in the vicinity at the time
It was worse when you were in school, at the library.
But will still hold you, or offer comfort in a way of your choice
Damien
Just looks at you, and maybe offers some kind-ish words
Offers to knock you out
Tim
Will try to distract you
Will take naps and help you take breaks
Like Jason might crack a few jokes just because you’re already laughing
Bruce
First makes sure you’re mentally sound enough
Helps fix or takes you to a doctor
Has used a sedative on you
Has carried your laughing body all the way to your room
Tells you horrible jokes just to see if you stop laughing
A/N: I hope you liked it, sorry it took so long to get out
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December 3rd
“Batboys X batmom
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Hot Chocolate was the one thing all of the boys could agree on... as long as you were the one who was making it. 
it was how you bonded with all of your children when Bruce first brought them home. you still remember all of the interactions:
DICK
he was just nine when he was brought to the manor, he had just lost his parents, just brought into a new life that he was going to take a while to adjust. 
But you being there with a warm cup of hot coco at 3 am when he had nightmares made it easier.
the first week he had been with Bruce and you he had issues adjusting, he was having nightmares nightly and it broke your heart to hear it.
so on his eighth night in the house you heard his screaming and you bolted out of bed. you gently opened his door and turned on his lamp, he was shaking and frighted and you slowly moved towards him.
“if you don’t want to talk about it... would you maybe want some late night/ early morning hot chocolate?”
He just nodded and seemed unable to speak, but he followed you and watched you make the hot chocolate. 
it made him feel cared for and it felt nice. you didn't know it but your nightly routine would be changed forever. but hot coco at 3 am was the perfect bonding for the two of you. no words needed, just two people enjoying hot coco.
JASON
Jason had a rough childhood, parents who didn't seem to care what he did or who he was around or if he was even  around at all. and when you had heard that you had been pissed off. how could someone not love this little boy!
but he didn't have 3 am nightmares like dick did or at least he wasn't so loud if he did. but he would stay awake late and just think about his parents and compare them to you and Bruce. you gave him love without him needing to beg for it. Bruce paid attention to him far more than his own father did. and Dick seemed excited about him being there.
but he was still waiting for you to decide to just send him back to the streets. that was his biggest fear that he wouldn’t be able to fit into your family and you would make him leave and he would be lost again.
on his eighth night dick knocked on his door “are you awake?” he whispered to the door. Jason almost wanted to say nothing but instead “ yeah why?”
“come to the kitchen there’s something i want to share with you!”
and he could hear dick walking down the stairs and Jason decided maybe this was Dicks’ way of telling him to get lost and that there was only enough room for one kid in this house.
but when he got down the stairs and into the kitchen he saw you and dick, dick was sitting at the counter and happily waved him to sit next to him. and he did slowly. as soon as he sat down two mugs were placed in front of the boys
“Do you want whipped cream or marshmallows?”
he was shocked not sure if this was a trick but next to him he could hear dick 
“ can i have both?! Jason you have to try it. its soooo good. Oh and don’t tell Bruce or Alfred. this is our little thing. just the three of us.
you weren't kicking him out... you were inviting him into something and sharing apart of your family traditions with him. He felt so loved in that moment and eagerly nodded. and you gave him the most loving smile.
and even after his death the same thing still made him feel like he belonged was hot coco at “ridiculous hours of the night with his mom and siblings.”
TIM
Tim had parents, not great ones but he had them none the less. while you hated the way they treated him you still respected them being in the picture in general.
even though you had loss Jason and nothing could ever fill that void in your hear, it felt good to have two boys in the house again. and while Tim knew he had parents he still would hoped to be allowed to see you that way.
you treated him better than his mother ever had. with more love and care and even taking a few days to just understand what he was interested in. and Dick was friendly with what seemed like everyone, so he didn't think much of it.
but after Tims parents had passed, he was adopted into your family. and this time you were the one to invite him to have hot coco. it wasn't the first time you had asked him but he never said yes because he felt like it was invasive like it was something that he shouldn't be doing, but this time you didn't give him the choice.
so he joined and you all laughed and for a moment while drinking hot coco he could just live in the moment and enjoy the company and the hot coco.
but when Jason came back and seemed to hate him, Tim stopped showing up to hot coco time until you dragged him out of his room. and told Jason that Tim wasn't his “replacement” he was his new brother and he could be angry but not during hot coco time.
DAMIEN
He had come in with an attitude that he is better than anyone, which you did not appreciate so you didn't bother to give him the reactions he wanted. He was a child who was merely raised and told to think he was better than everyone else because he was blood, which in this house meant nothing.
but after being at your home for a few months damien had learned of the hot coco time in the kitchen. and as much as damien wanted to be apart of the family he didn’t know how to ask, nor did he feel he should have to as he is the blood son of batman. 
but you could see past the facade that the kid was putting on, but you were waiting to see how the kid would change before inviting him to hot coco. the boys and Bruce and poor Alfred were having to deal with the kids attitude worse than you. 
but you could see the kid who just wanted to be loved, much like Jason, Damien just didnt have that parental physical affection that a child deserves. but he would get to be better and you would be more than willing to be his mother when he was ready.
but that time didnt come for almost a year, and that was because Damien had come to you after a rough day at school and having to deal with comments about his appearance or the fact that he was a person of color in what seemed like a sea of white kids at the Gotham academy.
he had come to you upset and vented his feelings to you without insulting you or his brothers the entire time. it greatly impressed you. and he had asked “can i join you and the others for your nightly ritual of drinking whatever is in those mugs?” you smiled at the young boy
“of course you can, no one can be upset when drinking hot chocolate. especially not my family recipe.”
and Damien smiled. he would have a fun time with you and the other boys.
they seemed shocked to see him there but quickly got over it and invited him over to sit with them and talk while you made hot coco. it was one of the biggest bonding moment for you and your boys.
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bruce knew about the hot coco gatherings in the kitchen during most nights. he knew because you and him used to do them before you adopted Dick, but now it was more you and your boys tradition. Bruce still shared hot coco with you. but he also got to share a room with you. he knew it was magic in a cup.
but he saw how it helped all of his sons begin to relax more. they were all mama’s boys and your hot coco was how all the kids began to open up and trust more.
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the boys all knew when they had a rough day or were having problems with eachother they would put it aside for a few hours every night, to sip hot coco with their mom and just be able to relax and enjoy the holidays and the year. 
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A/N Before you read this, Read Part 1 Here!
“Yeah my Mom is the director of Gotham’s historical museum, and his dad is the CFO for Wayne Enterprises” you can feel the back of your neck prickle as you watch the two boys in front of you. You feel thoroughly outclassed as they both go on about the distinguished pedigree, your own falling somewhat short.
The boys had waved you over earlier, one of them dressed as robin and the other as flash, complimenting your costume.
The bright green and yellow skirt paired with a matching red top. Red, yellow and green Pom-poms held in your hand. You were pleased by the compliment, you had worked really hard on it after all, especially sowing in the large R on your chest.
“Does that make you my cheerleader?” The taller of the two had said, a pearly white grin curling onto his face as you felt heat creep to your face.
Still they had been pleasant, chatting with you about superhero’s, sharing personal experiences.
Well it was pleasant until this moment.
You’re not ashamed of where you come from, or who you are. These boys are probably just preening, throwing out their parents social status like it’s their own. But you still feel embarrassed.
Your mouth opens, to tell them your parents don’t do anything special at all. When you fee a warm hand oh your shoulder.
“(Y/N), I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” His voice is tinged with annoyance, but it’s soft. You look over your shoulder, feeling heat creep into your face once more as you take in Damian Wayne’s long eyelashes, the chiseled angles on his face.
He had lost all that softness in his face the summer prior, something that shocked you when you came to visit him after being away on summer vacation. Both of you were seniors at Gotham prep, but only one of you looks your age. Damian practically looks like a man now, almost as tall as his father, those bright green eyes pinched into a glare.
He raises an eyebrow when he notices you staring, and you quickly look away, down to the drinks in your hand.
Your face feels even warmer when you remember that you had left quite a while ago, promising to be back with drinks in a bit.
“O-oh Damian, is this your friend?” The shorter of the boys, the one dressed up as Flash asks, you don’t miss the panicked expression that crosses both of their faces.
Damian doesn’t even bother to respond, he only sneers and tugs you away from them by your elbow.
“If you wanted to go flirt around you could have just told me.” His words are rough, but you don’t miss the soft pink that blooms onto his cheeks.
“Damian...are you jealous?” He sputters, but all you can see is the bashful expression that crosses his face.
So he was.
You nudge one of the glasses you’re holding into his hand, the bright red hue of the punch almost matching his face.
“Don’t worry, you’re still my favorite Robin” you assure, using your free hand to entangle you’re fingers through his, giving a firm squeeze.
Damian only blushes a darker shade of red.
A/N: hope you liked it! Just a reminder I’m still looking for beta readers-both for my original short stories and also for my fan fictions- DM me if interested
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We Meet Again
Prompt: Can you do a Damian fix because he needs to have a soul mate au because he barely has any soul mate has and your Jason Todd one is awesomely written. Thanks
tags: @3alexandramartinez3
-I think I’m going to use Damian as the tattoo soulmate AU where they get a tattoo that symbolizes your soulmate, which appears when you are sixteen, similar to Jason’s AU, but slightly different. Probably won’t do the next chapter until Jason’s is finished!
Pairing: Older!Damian Wayne X Reader
Word count: 900
You had known your soulmate since birth, not that they were going to be your soulmate of course. Because that wasn’t revealed to oneself usually at sixteen. But you had known them since birth. Growing up in the League of Assassins with the Demon leading you, you were not surprised when Damian Wayne was taken away by his mother to his father after the demon had fallen. Even less so when the League had fallen not long after. It had only been a few months of hiding, but once Talia had asked you to return you did. Up to some monastery, you could not be there for her when she was captured by Deathstroke, nor when she made an attack on Gotham. But you could be there to help her escape from prison, and take her to the next monastery. you had done one or two assassinations while she was away, either per her orders or one of the other heads. You also did a few for cash when she was in prison.
Talia never asked about you tattoo, and for that you were grateful. It might have been because she no longer trusted in soulmates. It was known throughout the league that Talia had cut her soulmate tattoo out when she was sixteen, after her soulmate betrayed her and Ra’s in an attempt to seize power. Her tattoo had been one of his scars, his tattoo had been of a green snake that matched the shade of her eyes. They had felt that connection, had schemed together, but Talia had remained loyal to her father, not her soulmate.
Only Ra’s Al Gual had known your tattoo, because he had injected you with a serum to make it appear for a moment on your tenth birthday. As he does with almost all apprentices and assassins in the League. The moment that you saw it on your shoulder you had killed the handmaiden that had been bathing you and reported it to him. He told you to keep it a secret, and you swore to, even upon death. It had faded the next morning and repaired in the same spot and had the same design on your Sixteenth birthday a few months ago.
You covered it, never letting anyone see, if they did you killed them. However, Talia’s curiosity had gotten the better of her one day,“Y/N” You strode forward and bowed before her after she called. “I will not ask you to disrobe, because my father told me that your soulmate tattoo was in a very interment place. however, will you tell me what it is? Lie and you shall die.”  You had lied to Talia, saying that the tattoo on your shoulder was of a krestal, and she nodded, “Good. Just like my father said. Now that I know you have truly been faithful for all these years, my son has recently turned sixteen and he still defies me and sides with his father. I need you to kill him, and if he has found them, I need you to kill his soulmate. You have till the end of the week.”
You bowed and said quietly, “Yes, my lady. It shall be done.”
You had left for Gotham that night, intent on killing him. Killing your soulmate.
What you were not prepared for, was the Wayne’s defense system and an apparent early warning. The defense system took you longer than you anticipated to get through, however you weren’t too discouraged as you had made it to Gotham in record time. if you finished and left the city tonight you would be back to the League before the end of the deadline. but somehow, they had know that you, Kiran -nicknamed for with your killer spool of titanium( and several other metals) thread- were coming. You had thought you had kept into an empty house and had set up a few traps with your nearly invisible thread, and lay in wait. Only to be knocked off of your perch and into one for your traps- cutting into your jacket. you were on your feet and prepared to stop Robin’s next attack with his katakana with your own knife. You leapt away out of range and ripped you jacket sleeve off of your arm, throwing it to the floor. the lights flickered on and your outs set into a grim line.
Robin took a step back, slightly shocked, “Y/N?”
You took a step back as Batman, Bruce Wyane, Damian’s father appeared from one of the other banisters, “Robin, are you alright?”
“Yes father.” Your soulmate immediately replied, he glanced back over to you, “Did my mother send you?”
You grit your teeth before nodded. Batman stepped in front of his son, “Leave Y/N, Kiran, whatever you awnser to-” You noticed that the other members of the Batfamily- as well as Damian’s pets- appeared and surrounded you. “- you are outmatched.”
You glanced at all of them, before you knelt and set all of your spools of thread in front of them. “I surrender.”
Robin strode forward, grabbing your arm rather roughly, “Why?”
You looked him straight in the eyes, revealing your tattoo, a robin in flight with the shadow of a bat. “Because you are my soulmate Damian Wayne, son of Batman and grandson of the Demon, Ra’s Al Gual, who asked me to be loyal to you, not your mother, the league or even him. And I will not break my oath.”
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