#day nineteen wayne gala

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Guy.exe // B. Wayne x f!reader

Requested? Yes!

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), somewhat d/s, dom!Bruce

Summary: Five months of dating and Bruce and you have yet to sleep together. One gala and an uppity bitch changes things.

“I hate these things,” you muttered to Alfred as he passed by with another tray of champagne. He smirked at your comment and jerked his head towards where your boyfriend’s two oldest sons were leaning against the wall.

“Masters Dick and Jason feel quite the same, miss,” he assured you. “I’ve lost sight of the others. Master Bruce is somewhere with an investor.”

“How much longer do we have to be here?”

“At least another two hours, unfortunately.”

“And what’s Bruce’s excuse for us to get out of it tonight?”

“Master Damian’s desire to go to a zoo. Since Gotham’s is closed, it only makes sense for the whole family to leave and fly to Australia, of course.”

You drained the glass in your hand and rolled your eyes. “Of course. Only sensible.”

Being Damian Wayne’s teacher had been a challenge you never expected. Being saved by Batman and Robin when Killer Croc came bursting through your classroom had been a terrifying surprise. Meeting Damian’s father, the most eligible bachelor in Gotham, the next day and being given roses…well, there’s a first time for everything.

Five months later and you were firmly entrenched as “Bruce Wayne’s girlfriend” by the media. You didn’t mind the honorific, but you hated the paparazzi, the galas, and the schmoozing.

“Ah, ah,” you chastised Jason as he reached for a glass of champagne. “You are still nineteen so unhand the booze before it ends up on the gossip columns.”

He frowned but relented, leaning up against the wall in between you and Dick. You were comfortable around your boyfriend’s adopted children. It helped that you had stumbled on their little secret when Damian missed school for a week due to being “sick” and so you dropped by the manor with homework and found Alfred lecturing fucking Superman in the kitchen. You were a smart woman and the pieces fell into place pretty quick.

“So far, so good,” Dick reported. “Damian hasn’t drawn a sword out yet.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. “I should really be concerned that Damian’s penchant for violence is our gauge for success but at this point, I’m used to it.”

“Do you think Della Henderson knows she has toilet paper on her shoe?” Jason asked. You cracked an eye open to spot the boisterous woman dragging what looked like the whole damn roll after her. Dick and you both stifled your laughter and you nudged Jason’s ankle with your foot.

“You two are the worst.” Your eyes found your very handsome boyfriend looking charming as always as he talked with one of Gotham’s richest couples. While he appeared cool and suave, you could see the tight lines of his shoulders indicating his growing frustration. “I should go save Bruce.”

“I say let him suffer.”

“Jason!” you chided. “I can and will tell Alfred to stop baking your favorite cookies for a month.”

“Jesus fuck, B really knew what he was doing when he picked you.”

You stuck your tongue out at him which was clearly very mature for his father’s girlfriend before you left the two boys to make your way across the ballroom. But you didn’t get far before you heard the familiar voice of Gotham’s gossip queen, Mila Trenchard.

And she was talking to the youngest of the Wayne clan.

You quickly diverted your steps and joined Damian just as Mila poked his nose with one of her lengthy acrylics and cooed out, “I mean, your real mother has been replaced by a regular schoolmarm, hasn’t she?”

“Mila!” you hummed as you sidled up next to Damian and rested a hand on his shoulder. While it might have looked as though you were merely pulling him closer, the truth was that you were ensuring he didn’t lunge at the woman with a butter knife and cause a media incident.

“Oh, Y/N! I was just asking little Damian here about you.”

“I heard.” Your cheeks hurt from the fake smile plastered on your lips. “You know, Mila, I actually haven’t replaced anyone in Damian’s life. His mother still plays a large part in his upbringing and in fact, we can credit her for a lot of his personality. Damian is a great kid, isn’t he? All of Bruce’s kids are, really. I’m not here to replace anyone’s mom. If I can serve as a role model for them, I would be honored, but I’m not expecting anything out of them.”

She let out a simpering aww at your statement and flapped her hands at you in a patronizing wave. “Oh, isn’t that precious! It must be so difficult taking on so many problem children. What with them all being adopted and such.”

Anger flared in your chest and your grip on Damian’s shoulder tightened as you felt him try to squirm away, presumably to get a sword. “Believe me, Mila. If I need parenting advice, you’ll be the first person I contact. Who better to ask than the woman who has abandoned three kids and five marriages? Motherhood, so hard, am I right?”

You stepped closer, leveling her with a sickly sweet grin. “I would hate it if your affair with Councilman Peterson reached the news. That would really stick a wrench in marriage number six, wouldn’t it? If I ever hear another word about me or my kids out of your mouth one more time, I will not hesitate to show you how a Gothamite really settles issues.”

You pulled back and patted her arm. “Great talking with you, Mila. Damian, are you hungry? Let’s go find you some snacks.”

But when you turned around to leave, you ran smack dab into a very firm, very muscled chest. You stumbled, your hand coming up to rest on the hard ridges of Bruce’s stomach, and you tilted your head up to see him.

“Hi,” you greeted. “I was on my way to look for you, actually.”

“Damian, go bug Dick,” Bruce ordered. He wrapped a hand around your wrist and tugged you closer to him, his other hand sliding down to rest on your waist.

“We’ll be right back,” he informed the crowd of admirers who hovered around him before he swiftly headed towards the stairs. You fumbled in your heels for a moment and he didn’t hesitate to lean down and sweep you off your feet. You wrapped your arms around his neck, but you knew he wouldn’t drop you.

“Okay, I’m sorry if I overstepped back there, but Mila Trenchard is a bitch and I stand by that,” you exclaimed as he pushed open the door to his bedroom and shut it behind him with his foot. He set you down on the bed and turned back to lock the door. “Seriously, Bruce, do you have to keep inviting her? She insulted the kids and I get it, I’m not their mom, but still…”

You trailed off when he stripped off his suit jacket and started to make quick work of his cufflinks. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips and his blue eyes flickered down to follow the movement.

“I take it I’m not in trouble for starting shit,” you murmured.

“Strip,” was his only reply.

Your fingers fumbled with the zipper of your evening gown but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the way his nimble hands deftly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the scarred skin and strong muscles underneath.

In five months of dating, Bruce and you never found time to get past a heavy make out session in the Batcave. There was school and patrol and kids everywhere. Five months of using your aptly named “Batarang” toy to help take the edge off. Five months of watching those veined hands effortlessly take on villains with ease.

You stood up and let your gown pool at your feet, revealing the fact that you had gone commando for the night. His head fell back against the door and he groaned.

“Panty lines are a bitch,” you explained smugly. 

“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do right now,” he rasped. “So fucking pretty.”

“Then do it.” The challenge hung in the air and you swallowed tightly when a shark-like gleam entered his eyes. He strode forward and yanked you into his chest, a bruising kiss crashing down against your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, granting him access as his teeth clashed against yours. His skilled hand reached up and snapped off your bra with one swift movement as you yanked off his belt and tugged at the waistband of his pants.

“You have no idea how bad I want you,” he murmured. You slipped one hand into his briefs and wrapped your fingers around his length. He shuddered at the touch and you grinned.

“Are you sure about that?”

His lips met your jaw and you tilted your head up to give him better access. Fire ignited across your skin with every brush of his lips and you gasped as his lips enclosed around your nipple. His tongue danced across your skin with affection and you pumped your hand around his shaft a few times, eliciting a groan from him.

Bruce grabbed the back of your thigh and pulled you up, depositing you on the bed in one swift motion. You pushed up on your elbows and watched as he shoved his pants down and his cock sprung free. It bounced up, the tip hitting his stomach, and he stood there and gazed down at you with such a hungry look that your stomach tightened just from that alone.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he whispered as he kneeled down. “My pretty girl. Gonna treat you so right. I’ve been so fucking stupid not doing this sooner.”

“Oh my god, shut up and fuck me,” you groaned.

He answered with a swipe of his tongue against your slit. Your legs instinctively began to close but he spread them and pinned your hips in place with his thick arm. If there was one thing about Bruce Wayne, it was that he was dedicated to the task. He ate your pussy like it was his last meal. His tongue darted in and out, lapping up your juices with a vigor you had only seen when he trained. It was as if he actually enjoyed it and based on the groan he emitted that sent vibrations shooting through your core, he genuinely enjoyed eating you out.

His finger rubbed deft circles around your clit before he swiped some of your slick up and over the bundle of nerves. Your hips bucked and you moaned. He raised his head just for a second, chin drenched with you and a smile on his face.

“Sound proof walls, baby. Let me hear you scream.” His thumb rubbed your clit as one of his fingers slipped between your walls. Your cunt clenched around him and he hummed in satisfaction. “I want to see how pretty you look when you cum. Make you cum on my fingers, warm you up for my cock.”

“Fuck, Bruce. Fu- please,” you whined. He slid a second finger into your cunt and scissored them. You threw your head back with a choked moan as the coil in your lower belly tightened.

“That feel good? Use your words, Y/N.”

“Please let me cum. Please,” you sobbed. Bruce kept an even pace, his fingers sliding in and out of your hot cunt as his thumb toyed with your clit. The tension rose higher and higher until your back was arching off of the bed as white hot pleasure ripped through your body. It had been months since someone else had touched you and now this Adonis of a man was getting you off like it was his only goal in life.

Bruce crawled up and leaned over you and captured your lips in a kiss. You tasted yourself on his tongue and he gladly swiped your slick across your lips. “Think you can take me now? That okay?”

“If you don’t put your cock in me in the next five seconds, I’m gonna go fuck Hal.”

A guttural growl ripped from his throat and he gave you no time to prepare before he was sliding the thick head of his cock against your folds. You gripped the sheets by your head and turned your head into the pillow as his cock spread you apart. He paused with only the head in and gave a shallow thrust, watching with awe as your hips immediately rolled in response.

Bruce reached up and grabbed your chin so he could turn you to face him. “Eyes on me, baby. Look at how well you take me.”

He gave another shallow thrust as if to punctuate his statement and you glanced down, watching as another inch of his cock slid into you. He wasn’t overly long, but he was certainly thick and it felt like he was splitting you apart in the most delicious way possible. Bruce moaned as he bottomed out and you grabbed his shoulder, your nails digging into his back. It was a beautifully erotic sight: his thick shaft swallowed by your aching cunt.

Every stroke brought you higher and higher. You were already nearing your second orgasm and you had no idea when he would stop. Frankly, you didn’t care.

“Taking me so, so good. That’s a good girl. So fucking tight. Squeezing me so good.”

“Fuck me, Bruce. Please, fuck me.” Mindless babbles and pleas slipped past your lips as he rocked into you. The headboard hit the wall, but you couldn’t bring yourself to think about that right now. Your only thought was a steady stream of pleasepleaseplease.

“Please, sir.” The title slipped out without thinking and Bruce grunted. He brought your ankle up to his lips and bit down, sucking a dark mark into the skin there. It would be easy to conceal later, but you would know. You would feel him every time your fingers brushed between your legs.

Bruce Wayne was going to ruin dick for you forever and you really hoped that it would stay that way.

“Harder, sir. Please!”

He picked up the force, his hips roughly snapping into yours. The room filled with the sounds of moans and skin slapping against skin. A high, keening wail escaped you as he brought his finger down onto your clit once more and you clenched around him as your orgasm ripped through you. The pulsating walls of your pussy beckoned him over the edge and you felt your walls painted by his cum.

Bruce dropped down onto his knees and bracketed his arms on either side of your head, making sure to keep his weight off of you. He kissed you softly this time and slowly eased himself out of your aching cunt. Milky white cum slipped out of you and he swiped a finger to gather some up. He raised his hands to your lips and you greedily sucked the mixture of the two of you off of his skin. Bruce stroked your hair as you licked his fingers and then you laid your head back, watching him curiously.

“Seeing you take on Mila Trenchard was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he admitted, a hint of a laugh lacing his voice.

“Hmmm. So all this time I’ve just needed to bully the city’s biggest gossip, huh?”

His nose brushed against your cheek and he laid a kiss against the apple of your cheek. “No, I just needed to get my head out of my ass. I was treating you more like a glorified roommate. You deserve better than that.”

“You gave me two pretty mind blowing orgasms just now so I’ll accept your apology if there’s more where that comes from.”

Bruce rolled you over so you rested on his chest. He brushed his thumb along your jaw and smirked. “I think I can agree to that.”

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne smut #bruce wayne imagine #batman x reader #batman imagine #batman smut #dc imagine

[raineydays411]

My father's daughter pt2

Summary: We take a looking into how the Wayne family seems to be handling the news. 

A/n: So this part is gonna take a dive into readers mother and her dynamic with the Waynes. 

Christine Wayne is the sweetheart of Gotham. 

She is viewed as the woman who tamed billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne. The woman who brought him out of his shell. Gave him a family. 

To her kids, she is a super mom. Even though she has no powers nor is vigilante, she manages to do the impossible and take care of all the Wayne children. She managed to mend Dicks relationship with Bruce, get through to Jason when he was hell bent on destroying batman, gets Tim to sleep ( which is a challenge on its own), and even broke through the wall that Damian had around his heart. And that’s not even mentioning what she did for all the other bat siblings (legal or not)

To Bruce, she’s the love of his life. The light in his dark life, the ray of sunshine that reminds him just why he does what he does. She’s the one who stuck around, even when he attempted to push her away. She gets along with Alfred, takes care of his children, and accepted him for who he is. Bats and all. 

So imagine their surprise when they heard Tony Stark's daughter tell her off at a gala and call her mom. 

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There was a tense silence as the Waynes drove home. After the spectacle at the gala, Bruce rounded up his family and left. Ignoring his wifes pleas to explain. After the fifth time she was ignored, Christine stood silent, knowing that there was going to be a harsh discussion as soon as they got home.

Christine could feel the tension rise as the driver pulled up to the house. The heavy gazes of her children weighted on her shoulders as they followed Bruce inside the manor.  He slams the door, startling Jason, Duke, and Alfred who opted to stay home.

“Master Bruce, are you alright?” Alfred asks. 

“Fine Alfred. I just need a moment alone with my wife.” Bruce rumbled, back turned to his family. 

The siblings hesitated, knowing how Bruce can be when angry and also wanted to know what was going on. Damian was the only one who was brave enough to speak up.

“Father, I believe that we deserve to be informed as well. She is our mother.”

Bruce swirled around and sent s chilling glare towards the youngest son. Dick pulled him back and started to herd everyone out of the room.

“Hehe maybe we should give them some privacy. Come on everyone.”

And with that, Christine and Bruce were left alone. She anxiously twisted her fingers, knowing that if she started she would be ignored again. 

“How are you related to Starks daughter?” Bruce said lowly. 

“Bruce...” Christine started but is cut off.

“How are you related to Starks daughter?” Bruce asked again, voice slightly raising.

“ Bruce...please it’s complicat-” 

“HOW ARE YOU RELATED TO STARKS DAUGHTER CHRISTINE?” Bruce shouts, making the woman jump. “Because that girl is nineteen years old. She is nineteen, and we’ve been together for nearly twenty years, which means you had a child while we were in a relationship.”

Christine started tearing up, “ Bruce I never cheated on you.”

“ GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS. WITH STARK?? YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH TONY STARK?”

“BRUCE I NEVER CHEATED ON YOU.”

“THEN WHY DOES THAT GIRL LOOK LIKE YOU CHRISTINE?”

Christine was sobbing, she had hoped this day would never come. Of course she knew it would, but not like this. She took a deep breath and calmed down, ready to explain herself.

“Remember when we broke up? For those three years in the beginning?” She said shakily.

Bruce tensed, remembering how they almost didn’t get back together. 

“Well, I was low. Heartbroken. I decided to go to a party. Turns out it was hosted by Tony. I got drunk and he was charming.” Christine let out a wet laugh, “ The next thing I remember was getting kicked out by an assistant with dry cleaned clothes and a hangover.”

“Stark looked like he saw a ghost when he saw you. You obviously meant more than a one night stand.” Bruce said inquisitively. 

Christine cringed, “ Yes, well after I found out I was pregnant, I moved into Stark tower with him. But I made sure everything was kept under wraps.”

“I don’t understand how you kept this whole thing a secret. You obviously spent time with the girl. She said you abandoned her.”

“I..I did. I didn’t know what to do. “ Christine sighed, “ I lead on Tony. A shitty thing to do but I was lonely and he was there.”

Bruce winced at that, unfond the thought of his wife with another man. But he let her continue.

“He was there and I had just had this baby. Then I had that business trip in gotham. And you and me met up for coffee, and we started talking again. I was so happy Bruce. I love you so much that I didn’t even think about my life in New York...”

Christine sighed, “ Then I moved back to Gotham, and broke it off with Tony. I didn’t bring Y/n because we agreed it was too dangerous. But I always made sure to visit her.”

Bruce realized then, “ Those business trips you made to New York every few months...”

“Were to see my baby..yes” Christine agrees, “ And I kept it up for nine years, but the guilt was killing me. I would leave for months and come back to a child who hardly knew me. And I felt guilt leaving her for that time, felt guilty for keeping her my little secret. And I hated lying to you. I was debating on coming clean and telling you but then you that day you called and told me you adopted Dick...that was the last time I saw her.” 

Bruce shakes his head, “ What do you mean? The last time?”

Christine tears up again, “Bruce I knew that if we were going to adopt Dick, I couldn’t leave every month to go see my secret daughter. ANd I hated seeing the look on her face whenever I decided to leave. I was doing more harm than good in her life. She deserved some stability and Tony was able to give it to her.”

“She’s your daughter. It wasn’t right for you to just abandon her!” Bruce shouts, “ My god no wonder Stark hates me! Christine...”

“I know! I know!  It was the hardest decision I had to make, but I love you. I love our family... I just..I didn’t know what to do.” Christine sighs, sniffling.

“You should’ve told me.” Bruce states, “ I deserved to know. I could’ve helped...I would’ve helped.”

“No, it wouldn’t have been safe for her. Not with your...nightlife.”

Bruce snorts, “ Right and the fact that Ironman is her father makes her so safe.” 

“God I really know how to pick them,” Christine sighs.

There's a tense silence for a while. Neither adults knowing what to say.  

“I saw that look in your eyes.” Bruce says quietly, “ When you saw Stark...that look of hope and fear. Do you...?”

“No. I love you, it’s just...I hadn’t seen him in nine years and he looked different. Healthier. I was proud.” Christine says quickly, “ He’s matured quite a bit. Then I realized that Y/n might’ve been there and..”

“Right.” Bruce nods understanding the complex emotions his wife was feeling. 

Christine starts tearing up again, “ When I saw her...it was like...it was like seeing her for the first time all over again. Like I was in that hospital and I was holding her in my arms. My baby...that was 6.5 pounds, 19 inches, with all ten toes and fingers. My baby who was always so soft, like the petal of a flower, and cried only at three in the morning. Who hated banana baby food and loved her stuffed ballerina bunny..”

Bruce watched in sadness as his wife described the child she had given up. The child who now looked at her in disdain. 

“And now, she's so grown up. She’s beautiful. My baby..” Christine was full on sobbing now, “and I left her. I left her in that living room and I promised I’d come back. I told her to wait for me.”

Bruce strided to her side, wrapping his arms around her. He lead her to the bedroom, noting that his children actually listened to him and made themselves scarce. 

Once they were behind their bedroom door, Bruce sat his wife on the bed. Heart breaking as he heard her sobs.

“God I’m a horrible mother. I left my baby...” 

“You did what you thought was best.” Bruce says, “ While I don’t agree with your methods, we can’t deny that you love her.”

“She’s so beautiful Bruce...I..I don’t know what to do.”

Bruce sighs, knowing that their not going to be able to come to a decision tonight, as emotions are high and it was liate. 

“Lets go to bed. Tomorrow we’ll have a clear head, and we’ll talk to the children about it.”

Christine sniffles,  “ I’m really sorry about this Bruce...”

“I know.” Bruce nods.

He doesn’t know how to feel. This was the person that he trusts with his life. His secret, his kids, everything. The fact that she hid something this big is disheartening. It doesn’t help that when they tried to have kids of their own...it didn’t go so well. And what about Tony Stark? How does she feel about him? They share a child together, that’s not something to take lightly.

Bruce's face was dark. The kind of dark that happens when he gets in his moods. When he over analyzes and doubts everything. But this time he does have a good reason. 

“Bruce...I love you and our family. I know I should’ve done things differently, but I love the life and the children that YOU gave to me.”

Bruce shakes his head, “ Don’t do that. Do not put me and the kids in this position.”

“What position?” Christine says confusedly.

“The position of the family that you chose over her.” Bruce states looking into his wife's eyes, “ Because that’s how you’re making it seem. I don’t want to be that.”

Christine stays quiet. She didn’t really consider that. She knew that in some way, she did choose making a family with Bruce over Y/n and Tony. But she never thought about it this way. She couldn’t fathom her daughter hating her husband and other children. But it’s only logical. And it hurts, because she caused that pain in her. The baby that she promised to protect. 

“I need to talk to her.” Christine says. Determined to mend the relationship with her daughter. 

Bruce nods, “ I figured as much. We’ll talk about it tomorrow, and we’ll get the kids opinion. For now, we should go to bed.”

Christine nods and stands, intending to go to the bathroom, but is stopped by Bruce.

“I love you. We’ll figure this out.”

Christine smiles, recognizing the words from when they found out about Damian.

“I know we will.” And she planted a soft kiss on his lips then walked into the bathroom, in need of a shower.

Bruce sat on the bed and looked after her. Wondering if Y/n would even consider talking to Christine.

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In the morning when Christine and Bruce were refreshed and had an open mind, they made the decision to invite Y/n to come and live with them and rekindle their relationship. Well it was more Christine's idea, Bruce just decided to let her see why that was a bad idea.

But before they did that, they had to tell their children. 

So they gathered all of them at the table during breakfast. 

Maybe not the best idea.

Jason was annoyed because nobody would tell him what happened, Tim was exhausted because he spent the whole night researching the Stark family and Avengers, Damian and Cassandra were still trying to figure out how to hurt the Stark family for causing a commotion in his family, and Dick and Stephenie were just trying to keep the peace.

“Enough.” Bruce said catching the attention the kids, “ Your mother has something she needs to tell you.”

They quiet down and turn their attention the the matriarch of the Wayne family in anticipation.

“I’m sure you all heard about the...situation at last nights gala. If not had seen it first hand. And I just wanted to clear the air.”

“Finally. Mother, tell these imbecels that Y/n Stark is not your daughter and lets be done with it.” Damian said in confidence.

Jason chokes on his orange juice, “Wait WHAT?” 

“Oh Todd spare the theatrics.” Damian rolls his eyes.

Christine sighs and clears her throat, “ If I may finish?” 

“Sorry ma” “Continue”

“Anyways, as I was saying. I’m sure there has been some confusion. But...” CHristine stops and looks at Bruce. He nods in support.

“Y/n Stark is my daughter.” She finally says. 

A hush falls upon the dining room as the family digested this information. then a roar of questions erupted.

“Y/n STARK?”

“Mother how could you-”

“How long have you-”

“I KNEW IT”

“ENOUGH.” Bruce shouts over the voices, “ Your mother wasn’t finished.”

“Father, are you not bothered by the news? Mother has a child outside of your marriage, you should be furious!” Damian exclaims glaring at his mom, feeling betrayed. Cassandra nodded in agreement. 

Christine’s heart ached at the thought of her youngests hating her. 

“ I hd Y/n when me and your father weren’t together. There were two years where we were broken up, and I got in a...relationship with Tony Stark, then I got got pregnant.”

The room was silent.

“ But then your father and I got back together...and I moved back here with him.”

“Why didn’t you bring her?” Jason asked, “ We never even knew...”

“Because I was scared, and immature. I thought that if I brought her, yout father wouldn’t love me anymore. So I left her there.”

“You left?” Tim asks in shock, “You just left after two years??”

“No.” Christine says sadly, “ I..I went back every few months. To see her and how she was doing. But I lied. I told Bruce it was for business and I told her the same thing.”

The children looked at her in shock. They couldn’t believe that their mother did this. Their mother who cared for them, who was loyal to their father. 

“So what, you’ve been hiding her this whole time?” Jason demands, “ Does she even know about us?”

“Jason.” Dick warns.

“No, Dick we deserve the truth.” Jason says.

“Wait, but at the gala she said you cut contact.” Tim added, “When did you...”

Christine sighs, “ For nine years I kept up the lie, but i was considering just coming clean. But then...the your father called and told me about...”

She stopped knowing that if she continued on, Dick would feel horrible.

“Well he told me about certain changes and I realized that going back and forth wasn’t working, and I wasn’t a positive role model for her. So I cut ties.”

“Cut ties?” Jason asked, “ You abandoned her?”

“Jason...”

“That’s what you did. What you got tired of her soo you kicked her to the curb?”

“Jason enough, we don’t know-“ Dick started

“Oh eat shit Dick. She’s been here playing house and raising us, meanwhile she’s got a whole other child who’s biologically hers and she ditches it?”

“Jason, that was the hardest decision of my life. I love her with all my heart.”

“Well you sure have a funny way of showing it.” Jason says crossing his arms.

“Well i want to rekindle our relationship. Bring her into the family.” Christine continues, “ If you all are okay with it?”

Dick nods excitedly, “Yes! Of course it sounds exciting!”

Jason rolls his eyes, “I doubt she’d wanna join but whatever.”

Tim just nods in agreement but it was Damian who immediately disagreed.

“Father you cannot be serious. Our family is already big enough, we don’t need some reject coming in and ruining it.”

“Damian! That’s my daughter, and she’s not a reject.” Christine scolds, “That is cruel thing to say.”

“Mother it’s like I don’t even know you.” Damian shouts, “ Father why are you not furious?!”

“ Damian, it would be hypocritical of me to be angry at this. Considering the fact that when you were conceived, me and your mother were well into our marriage.”

That made Damian silent as he sulked in his seat next to Cassandra.

Christine sighed, “ I love you all, you’re my children. But so is Y/n and I let her down. I need to make this right, do you understand?”

The majority nod, trying to be open minded.

“ Friday me and your father will fly to New York with the intention of asking Y/n to come home with us. All I ask us for you all to be kind.”

They nod again.

“Good.” Christine says with a smile.

Bruce sits back and watches, knowing that’s the outcome of their visit might not be what his wife is hoping for.

What a mess.

#tony stark x daughter!reader #tony is a good dad #avengers x teen!reader #marvel #marvel x reader #crossover #poc reader #reader insert #dc comics x reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #batfam x reader #batfam x batsis #oc character

[ragingbookdragon]

The Daughter Of Superman, The Adopted Son Of Batman...What Could Go Wrong? PT. 1

Jason Todd x Kryptonian!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.8K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I totally forgot about this one! If you like how cute and fluffy it is, just wait for PT. 2! It gets angsty >:) -Thorne

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They were pretty lazy teenagers when they weren’t busy saving the world with super speed, strength, and smarts. Even if their textbooks were spread all over his bed they were still too lazy to actually do their homework, instead scrolling through social media apps and trolling all the citizens of San Francisco about the identities of the Young Justice Team.

She glanced up from the advanced calculus textbook and stared at the boy laying across her thighs. “Tim, isn’t your dad hosting a gala this weekend?” he hummed in response, and she asked, “Are we allowed to come?”

He didn’t bother looking up from the tablet he was tapping at and nodded. “Yeah. Bruce already added your names to the list, (Y/N).” a flicker of a smile came over his lips and he added, “Of course I had to wear him down in order to get Bart on the list.”

She looked over at their speedster and grinned. “I’m kinda surprised Bruce actually let you on the list Bart.”

A shocked expression etched across his face and he questioned, “Why do you say that?”

(Y/N) shifted Tim’s head, smiling as he grunted from being moved, and rose from the bed, walking over to the minifridge. She pulled out a soda before jumping back on the bed. “Because between you, Tim, Conner, and me, you’re the one who gets us into the most trouble.” She shifted Tim’s head back into her lap, petting his hair until he smiled.

“I do not!”

“Oh really? Do you remember prom night? It’s been almost two years and they stillcall us and talk about the absolute mess we—well, you caused.”

“That cake wasn’t there when I started running, I swear!” he pointed at Tim. “Tim it wasn’t! You know that!”

The others cackled at his protest, and (Y/N) glanced at Conner. “You gonna bring M’Gann?”

A faint pink tinged his cheeks, and he shifted his gaze down at his physics textbook. “Uh…maybe.”

(Y/N) leaned forward, poking his cheek. “Your heart’s beating pretty fast, little brother.”

He swatted her hand and glared at her. “Shove off.”

She snorted and glanced at Tim. “What about you, Timbers? You going to go with Stephanie?”

“Steph and I aren’t dating anymore, (Y/N).”

“For now. But you two like each other.” She smiled and singsonged, “She’s your first love~”

“What about you?” Tim scowled. “Who’s your date?”

She grunted at him and laid flat in the bed, Bart’s legs under her back. “Are you kidding me? You know my dad won’t let me get a boyfriend, let alone a date to a gala for a night.”

“You’re nineteen, (Y/N). I think you’re allowed to start dating.”

“And my parents help pay for part of my utilities. Does it look like I’m going to do anything to tip that delicate balance of not having to pay for all that?” she sighed. “Dad’s always been that way when it comes to me.”

“Daddy’s little girl.” Conner grinned.

(Y/N) grunted and reached over, shoving Conner off the bed. “Don’t call me that. I am not a daddy’s girl.”

The others laughed at her and Tim quipped, “Yes, you are. You two go on father-daughter dates every month and take pictures to show everyone.” She glared at him and he smiled, continuing, “Maybe we can find a date for you at the gala.”

“You can try. But mom and dad are going to be there. If dad sees me with a boy, he’s liable to lose his mind.” The others laughed again, and (Y/N) rested her head down on Bart’s lap. “I need a dress, Timmy.”

He glanced over at her and tapped a few buttons before showing her the screen. “How does this look?”

(Y/N) took the tablet from him and looked over it, taking in the image of the navy-blue dress. “I like the color, but this is a Cinderella dress. Give me something not as…poofy.” He nodded and took the tablet back, tapped on it, then handed it back to her. “Hmm…too booby.” The other two boys giggled at her answer and Tim sighed, taking the tablet again.

He handed it back to her once more and she looked at the dress. “Mermaid silhouette…sheer side…strappy back…” She glanced up at Tim and nodded. “Got a pair of shoes to match?” He hummed and she grinned. “Then I’ll take it. Thanks Timbers.” He nodded once more, and she nudged Bart. “Oi Allen.”

“What?”

“Don’t run into the cake at the gala, okay? It’ll probably cost more than you.”

“It was an accident! Stop bringing it up!” The others simply laughed at him.

***At The Kent Farm***

“Mom! Dad! Jon! I’m home!” She shut the door behind her and turned, catching Jon who’d launched himself at her. “Kid you’re getting too big to do that.” He laughed at her and she let him down, ruffling his hair. “Where’s mom and dad?”

“Out back with Krypto.” He tugged on her sweatshirt. “Did you bring me anything from the tower, sissy? Did ya? Did ya?”

(Y/N) snorted and rummaged in her pocket, pulling out one of Tim’s crimson shurikens. “Tim gave this to me to give to you.” She handed it to him but held it when he reached for it, “Do not,” she warned firmly, “cut yourself with this or mom and dad will make you give it back after they finish tearing me a new one for giving it to you.”

“I won’t!” he promised and she watched his eyes light up in wonder when he took it. She ruffled his hair once more before walking towards the backdoor.

She stepped outside and saw her dad throwing a ball with Krypto, her mom watching from the back porch; she walked over and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Hey, mom.”

Lois glanced up at her and smiled. “Hey, sweetheart. You’re home early.”

(Y/N) nodded, sitting down beside her. “School let out for the week, and we didn’t have any missions from the Justice League, so I figured I’d spend a few days here instead of cooped up in the tower.”

“I’m glad you decided to come home, hon. It’s always nice when you come back.”

She looked up and saw Clark walking towards her. “Hey, dad.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Hey sweetheart, how were the boys?”

“They’re good. We did our usual thing.”

Clark sat on her other side. “Collapse on Tim’s bed and lay around like lethargic teenagers?”

(Y/N) snorted and shoved his shoulder lightly. “We were productive young adults. We finished over-break assignments and reports. Well…mostly. Still got that thirty page physics paper I have to write but…I’ll let that stew awhile.”

He chuckled. “Anything else happen today?”

“Talked about the gala this weekend.” She paused. “You guys are coming too, right?” They nodded and (Y/N) laid back on the porch, pulling out her phone. “Ugh…I remember how badly the Wi-Fi sucked out here. I don’t have any service at all.” She looked at her mom. “I don’t how a journalist like you manages to live in the middle of nowhere like this and still stay sane.”

Lois snorted and thumped her leg. “It’s called satellite service. Now c’mon, let’s go inside. Dinner should be done by now.” (Y/N) rose from the porch and they all began walking in when the sound and feel of rushing air came over them. She and Clark immediately spun, ready to defend themselves when they saw Conner hovering in the sky.

His eyebrows were drawn in slight concern. “(Y/N)! We need you!”

She nodded, shucking off her sweatshirt and pants, revealing the blue suit underneath. The crimson cape billowed around her and she glanced up at him. “What’s the situation?”

“We’ve got simultaneous bank robberies all over SF. Bart and Tim are already on the first few. I came to get you.”

(Y/N) turned to her parents. “Rain check on dinner guys.” She turned in the direction of San Fransisco, eyes darting wildly as she viewed her teammates positions. After a second, she nodded. “I’ve got em, Bart’s on the east, Tim’s on south. You take north and I’ll take west.”

He nodded and she shot up from the ground. They were almost in San Francisco when her father’s voice reached her. “Be careful, (Y/N).”

She curled her fists when the bank doors came into view and responded, “Always am, dad.”

***

“The dress looks fine, (Y/N).”

She glanced up at Tim who was smiling at her; she let out a sigh, letting go of the side strap she’d been tugging, still semi-uncomfortable with how it fit. “I know it does. But I feel like it’s still a little…grown up for me. I’ve never had a dress this open in the back or the sides since…ever.” The boys laughed and she smiled at Bart and Conner. “I forgot how well you two cleaned up.”

Bart pulled at both sides of the bowtie and winked at her, while Conner merely grunted, “I still hate tuxedos.”

“You’re definitely going to hate the long hours of your wedding then.” They laughed once more, and the car pulled around the venue.

Tim looked at them and grinned. “Show time, lady and gents.” They followed him out of the limo, grinning at the cameras as they walked inside.

Immediately, the view made her eyes go wide and she gaped. “Damn…this place is…really big.”

Tim shrugged nonchalantly, “I dunno, the ballroom in Wayne manor is bigger, but definitely more expensive.”

Bart shook his head. “Tim, my dude…we live on minimum wage not a billionaire’s salary.” (Y/N) and Conner simply nodded, still dumbfounded at the sheer size.

Tim rolled his eyes and looked around. “There’s Bruce and the others.”

She glanced in the direction he was looking and she saw her parents with Bruce. “Looks like mom and dad are busy chatting.” The others nodded and she turned to Tim. “What exactly are we supposed to do at a gala?”

“Have fun?” (Y/N) heaved a sigh and stared at him until he said, “You dance and drink and eat. That’s all you do.” He waved his hands. “Go knock yourselves out.”

They started to fan out when (Y/N) called out to them. “Wait!” They paused, turning back around. “We should go talk to Bruce and tell him thanks for inviting us.” They nodded and followed Tim over to Bruce.

He saw them coming and turned, holding out his hand to her. “Good to see you, (Y/N). You look wonderful this evening.”

Her cheeks warmed at the compliment and she smiled, giving his hand a firm shake. “It’s good to see you too, Mister Wayne, you don’t look too bad yourself. Thank you for inviting us to the gala.” The others shook his hand, and she turned to her parents. “Hey mom, dad.”

Lois walked around her and squealed, “You look so beautiful!”

(Y/N) cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks warm as the others smiled in her direction. “Mom…chill out, you’re embarrassing me.” She merely laughed but stepped back over to Clark’s side and (Y/N) looked around. “Bart have you—and he’s already at the buffet table.” Snickers sounded behind her and she sighed. “I’m going to make sure that the bottomless pit doesn’t devour all your food before your guests can eat, Mister Wayne.”

They watched her walk off and when she got over to the table Bart was standing in front of, she saw him shoving food in his mouth. “Oh my god…Bart, what are you doing?”

He turned to her, and swallowed, a sheepish smile crossing his face. “I haven’t eaten anything today,” he licked his thumb clean. “I’m hungry.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and sighed. “Just try not to eat your fingers, would you?”

He snorted and pointed to an appetizer. “You should try the pigs-in-a-blanket. They’ve got this sauce on top that’s just—.”

A low voice cut him off. “They have pigs-in-a-blanket! What!” They turned to see a young man a couple years older than them reaching over. “The old man’s never had something this plain at a gala.” He popped one in his mouth, then turned to them. “You’re Timberly’s friends, right?”

They nodded and (Y/N) gazed, something about him tugging at her mind. “I know you from somewhere.” She stared into his teal eyes and suddenly she remembered where she knew him from; she’d never forget those teal eyes and how angry they’d been. “You’re Jason Todd, aren’t you? Bruce’s second son.”

He grinned. “That’s me. Have you and I met before? I have to agree with you, because you look really familiar.”

(Y/N) glared at him and crossed her arms, spitting. “We met in the Hall of Fallen Titans three years ago.”

Jason’s eyes briefly widened, before they narrowed in amusement. “You’re the one who threw me out the third story window after I kicked Timber’s ass.” He chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about all that, doll. Timmy and I are good now. You can ask the speedster about it.”

She continued to glower at him until Bart leaned over, propping his chin on her shoulder. “He’s telling the truth, (Y/N). Tim told me a while back that he and Jason are brothers now.”

Jason nodded and she finally stopped glaring at him. “Just so you know Jason, I can still throw people out windows.”

He smiled and held out a hand, watching her place hers in it; he brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, doll.”

Bart poked her side and grinned. “I’m gonna go see Tim and Conner. I’ll leave you two alone.”

He wandered off and (Y/N) pulled her hand back. “So, why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

Jason chuckled. “Oh, I was. I got better. We just made up a story about me getting lost, yadda yadda yadda, I’m not important.” He propped his elbow on the wall above her and grinned. “But what is important, is how pretty you look in your dress.”

(Y/N) cocked a brow. “Is that supposed to flatter me?”

“Is it not?”

“It could be a little better.”

He laughed and she found herself smiling along with him. He nodded towards the balcony. “Wanna get some air?”

She nodded, and they walked out into the night. (Y/N) gazed up at the stars and sighed in wonder. “There’s billions of them out there…I’ve never tried to leave earth and go search for them on my own.”

Jason leaned on the railing and gazed at her. “How come?”

(Y/N) shrugged, leaning against the railing too. “Dad’s full Kryptonian…me and Jon are, to use a less than favorable term, half-breeds.” She paused. “I’m not sure if I would survive like dad does out in space.”

“Won’t know ‘til you try.”

She huffed a laugh and looked at him. “If I’m wrong, I might die.”

“And if you try and you’re right, you won’t be dead.”

She shook her head at him, a smile playing at her lips. “You’ve got answers to everything, don’t you, Jason?”

He grinned at her. “I find that being sharp and witty helps with the crowds, doll.” The music sounded from inside the ballroom, and he stepped back, offering her a hand. “May I have this dance?”

(Y/N) rested her hand in his, feeling him pull her close, his other hand resting on her lower back; it was warm against her open skin and she cleared her throat. “I should warn you, I can’t dance to save my life.”

A cocky smirk crossed his lips and he leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “I can take the lead, doll…all you have to do is give it to me.”

“Your flirtations need work too.”

Jason chuckled in her ear, making her shiver as he pulled back. “I don’t think they do.”

“Arrogance isn’t attractive, Jason.”

“Mhm.”

“It isn’t.”

“I heard you the first time, doll.” As they swayed to the music, he asked, “So, how’d you and Nerd-bird become friends?”

“We met through Conner.”

“The clone?”

“My brother.”

“Sorry.”

“He introduced the two of us, and we’ve been friends ever since.”

“Only friends? Nothing more?”

It was (Y/N)’s turn to smirk and she looked at him. “Are you asking because you want to know if there’s competition?”

He stopped moving and they stood still, her in his arms. “Just want to know if there’s anyone between me and first place.”

She huffed a laugh. “God, you’re something else.” Her eyes found his and she asked, “Do you want to get out of here?”

Jason nodded and stepped back, holding out his hand. “Where do you want to go?”

(Y/N) smirked and stepped forward, closing the distance he’d created, and wrapped an arm around his waist. His teal eyes widened, and she looked back at the party; no one noticed them, and she turned back to face him, “Up, up, and away.” They flew upwards, and she felt him latch onto her. “Why are you acting like I’m going to drop you, Jason?”

He made a waring noise in his throat. “I have a friend who’s an Amazon, and she is…very fond of throwing and dropping me.”

(Y/N) giggled. “Sounds like we’d get along spectacularly. She likes dropping you…I like throwing you out of windows…”

“That was one time. And you caught me when I was off-guard.”

“Uh huh, sure. You got your ass kicked by a sixteen-year-old and I think you’re just bitter.”

He grumbled at her. “Rub it in, why don’t you, doll.” She laughed and lowered them down; their feet hit the roof and he looked at it. “Wayne Enterprises? Why?”

She shrugged. “Cool tower…nice view.” She took a seat on the ledge, listening to him sit beside her.

He leaned over. “Almost romantic…don’t you think?”

(Y/N) eyed him, seeing a goofy smile on his face; she snorted, shoving him lightly. “You’re cheesy.”

“So I’ve been told.”

She glanced back at the water. “You know if this goes anywhere, my dad and your dad aren’t going to be happy.”

Jason snorted, nonchalantly replying, “Doll, there’s a few things I’m afraid of in life. Superman and Batman…are not those things.”

“Is that arrogance or confidence I hear coming through?”

He shrugged. “Probably a bit of both.”

(Y/N) smiled, then she felt his hand rest on hers, letting him link their fingers; she turned her face to him. “Is this the part where you tell me I’m beautiful and ask to kiss me?”

Jason grinned. “No, this is actually the part where I tell you you’re drop dead gorgeous…can I kiss you?”

She giggled, leaning in, and just before his lips brushed hers, she whispered, “You know I can kick your ass, right?”

He groaned. “Should I mention that strong women really do wonders to me?”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and brought her free hand up, curling in his shirt. “Shut up and kiss me, Jason.”

“With pleasure.” His lips met hers, and she felt him bring his hand up, cupping her cheek. She pulled back ever-so-slightly, but he chased her, pressing his lips to hers again. He let go of her hand and brought his other hand up. He lowered her down until (Y/N)’s back was flat against the ledge; the chill from the stone made her arch her back off it, and press into his chest.

Jason pulled away slightly and smirked at her. “Cold?”

She rolled her eyes at him. “If you want to keep making out, jokes aren’t going to do the job.” He snorted at her and leaned forward again, intent on kissing her senseless when someone cleared their throat, startling them.

They sat up quick as lightning, turning in the direction of the sound. “I wondered where my daughter had flown off to.”

“Oh my god,” she hissed and covered her face with her hands. “Dad. C’mon…seriously?” Clark stepped onto the ledge and walked towards them.

Jason leaned down, whispering, “Is he going to throw me off the ledge?”

This made her giggle despite trying not to and she shoved him. “Shut up, Jason.”

He grinned at her and rose from his position, standing in front of her father. “Mister Kent.”

“That’s my daughter.”

“Oh, I know it is. I still remember how she threw me out of a building a few years ago. I get teary thinking about it.”

The corner of Clarks mouth rose, but then dipped back down, and (Y/N) stood up. “Dad, I’m nineteen. This whole, ‘daddy’s little girl can’t date’ bit, is getting old.” A hurt look crossed his face and she stepped forward, taking his hand. “To you, I’ll always be your little girl, dad. But sooner or later you’ve gotta come to grips with me dating and having…mature relationships.”

Clark held her gaze, then glanced at Jason who grinned and gave a thumbs up. “Does it have to be one of his kids? I mean if it’s going to be, I like Tim.”

“Ew, gross. Tim’s my best friend.”

“What about Dick?”

“Nice butt, but he and Kori are dating.” She paused and smiled at him. “The only one left is Jason, dad.”

Clark eyed Jason once more, then Jason offered, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m slightly afraid of your daughter.”

He sighed. “Thank you, Jason. I can tell.” Turning to her, he cupped her cheek. “It feels like yesterday I was bringing you home for the first time.”

“Dad…stop…we don’t need sentimentality right now.”

Clark hummed and smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead; he turned to Jason and leveled him with a hard look. “I don’t think I need to warn you about what happens if you make her sad.”

Jason gave him a mock salute. “Chances are I’ll be in ICU after I was thrown out a building.”

“Oh my god. Let that go.”

They laughed, and Clark rose from the rooftop. “I’ll need to get back to the party. Don’t do anything crazy.”

They waved him off and (Y/N) turned to Jason. “Do you want to get something to eat?”

He nodded. “There’s a pizza shop down the block from here.”

“Sounds great.” (Y/N) rose a few feet off the roof when she heard a cough behind her.

She spun around and looked down at Jason. “Doll…I don’t know if you know this…but I can’t fly.”

“Whoops. My bad.” She lowered back onto the rooftop and held out her arm.

He walked into it and wrapped an arm around her waist, then tipped his head to her. “Up, up, and away.”

(Y/N) snorted as she rose. “You’re still cheesy, Jason.”

The grip on her waist tightened as he murmured, “I know.”

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[jinx-jade]

The forgotten BlackCat

When the Waynes arrived home to the manor after another tiring charity gala, Alfred, Bruce, and Dick went down to the cave for patrol while the other Wayne's got some sleep. They hadn't expected someone to be in the Batcave. Bruce and Dick tensed, naturally dropping into defensive stances, Alfred just walking over to the computer.

"Apologies Miss Marinette, but I will be needing the computer to monitor Master Bruce's and Master Dick's patrol," Alfred informed her.

"No need to apologize Alfi. I was just using it to pass the time till you guys got back." Marinette claimed, hugging the older gentleman.

"Mom?" Dick questioned, relaxing his body.

"Hey kid, long time no see," Marinette claimed, causing Dick to run over and hug her.

Marinette, Bruce, and Alfred chuckled at his childish antics. Bruce making his way over to greet her.

"I didn't expect you to be home for another year or two," Bruce stated, causing Marinette to roll her eyes at his stiff and awkward greeting before pulling her husband into a kiss.

Dick jokingly gagged, "Ewww! Get a room!" He whined, causing Marinette to raise a brow before he realized his mistake.

"First of all I don't need to know, second of all we have a patrol to get to," Dick claimed, causing Marinette to laugh.

"Will you be joining the Masters on patrol Miss Marinette?" Alfred asked, getting tonight's small vigilante group back on topic.

Marinette looked to Bruce, asking a silent question.

Letting out a sigh, Bruce claims, "It's your choice."

Sometimes Bruce forgets how chaotic his wife is, that tends to happen when your significant other goes away for a six-year mission.

However, it was something you remembered fairly quickly.

Especially when she somehow manages to meet up with her twin sister, Selina Kyle.

“Hey Cats, it looks like the Bat has a Copycat!” Harly said, a bit confused. Ivy raised a brow towards Selina in confusion as well.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but Lina here is the copycat since I’m the older one and I did the whole Vigilante thing before she did her little villain/ anti-hero thing,” BlackCat claimed with a grin.

“Just because you’re older by a few minutes doesn’t mean you can hang it over my head.” Catwoman responded before hugging her sister.“Glad you made it home safely.”

“Glad to be home,” BlackCat informed her.

Patrol went smoothly besides BlackCat and Catwoman getting into a competition as to who could take down the most criminals.

Catwoman claimed that BlackCat only won due to having magic.

“Speaking of magic, is there any way your magic would prevent us from speaking about you?” Catwoman questioned while they were resting on the edge of a rooftop.

“It’s possible. Why?” BlackCat asked, looking at Catwoman in question before snapping her head to look at Batman and Nightwing.

“None of you have been able to talk about me have you?” BlackCat stated more than asked.

“Nope! Have fun introducing yourself to the other bats!” Nightwing said a mischievous grin on his features as he made his way home.

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In the morning Marinette woke up for the first time in a while, in her lover's arms. She turned her body toward him so she could see his face.

"Good morning," Bruce said once Marinette was facing him. The corners of his lips pulled into a small smile.

Marinette smiled lazily at him.

“Good morning,” Marinette agreed, nuzzling closer into his neck. She forgot how warm he was. Almost like her own personal heater.

Bruce chuckled.

“Are you sure you aren’t at least part cat?” He joked, causing Marinette to nip at his neck.

He had forgotten that her love language is biting. However, it reinforced his joke about her being a cat, so Bruce found it entertaining.

“We have to get up in a bit, so please don’t leave too many marks,” Bruce said, rolling them over so he was now on top instead of next to her.

Marinette pouted at him till he pulled her into a kiss, letting her nip at his lips.

They were eventually interrupted by two sharp knocks on the bedroom door.

“Miss Marinette, Master Bruce, breakfast is ready. I also believe the young masters and miss will come looking for Master Bruce if he takes any longer to come down. Something about there being two stray cats instead of one,” Alfred informed them. The couple could hear the amusement in his voice.

“We’ll be down in a minute Alfred,” Bruce claimed with an annoyed sigh.

The couple got dressed and ready for the day before heading downstairs. The bat kids ambushed them at the base.

“Father I demand to know…” Damian trailed off at the sight of an unfamiliar woman. He waited a moment expecting her to leave only for her to raise a brow in response.

The room was silent for a bit before the woman broke it.

“If you’re going to demand something then you should finish your demand so the person you’re demanding from knows you’re serious.” She informed him, causing Damian to scoff.

“Seeing as it’s a family matter I suggest you stay out of it harlot.” Damian sneered with a glare.

It was clear that Bruce was going to step in, but the woman cut him off.

“A family matter you say?” She asked, ignoring the rude comment she made eye contact with Bruce and Dick, amusement clear in her eyes.

“Sorry about Damian here, but he is right that it’s a family matter.” Tim interrupted before Damian could say anything else.

“Aah. My apologies.” The woman said. The bat kids finally thought she was about to leave so they could ask Bruce who the other cat from last night is.

“I don’t believe I introduced myself.” She said, causing them to get a bit annoyed that the woman couldn’t take a hint. “I’m Marinette Kyle-Wayne, Bruce’s wife of nineteen years.”

“What!” One of them said, no one was quite sure who.

Marinette started walking towards the kitchen, “I’m not sure about you but I would hate for Alfi’s food to get cold.”

“Hey, You can’t just say something like that then walk off!” Jason called out to her.

“And why not?” Marinette asked with a raised brow as she disappeared into the dining room.

Bruce let out a sigh before following his wife.

“If you wish to ask questions or eat I suggest we move this to the dining room,” Bruce said, the others following him.

Once everyone was seated the questions started.

“How the f...udge do you have a wife that no one knows about?” Jason asked, censoring himself when he caught Alfred’s eye.

“I knew,” Dick claimed, receiving a glare from everyone who hadn’t known.

“My magic decided to put protection enchantments around me. If you didn’t already know me then you wouldn’t know me. It also made it so you couldn’t talk about me.” Marinette informed them with a shrug before grinning.

“It’s the reason most people were under the impression that my sister Silena was the one in a relationship with Bruce, while no one being able to prove anything more than speculation. Since we look the same and have the same family name it was easy for their minds to fill in the blank with plausible information,” Marinette said, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Magic?” Cass questioned.

“I’m one of the Magic users and researchers for the Justice League,” Marinette answered. “I usually go by BlackCat if that helps your search,” Marinette said looking at Tim, who has the sense to look a little sheepish.

“And the reason we’ve never seen you in the manor?” Barbara asked.

“I was on a two-year research and retrieve mission that turned into a six-year undercover mission, so communicating with people not part of the case was difficult, visiting them was impossible and not allowed,” Marinette informed them.

The questions continued throughout breakfast.

Bruce couldn’t help the small smile he had at the sight of all his family members, home, and safe.

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Writing prompt from @iamthemaribatanon : Brucinette, Fluff, Secret relationship, only Alfred and Dick know they are together

#maribat #marinette is black cat #bruce x marinette #Marinette Kyle-Wayne #Bruce is married

[consumeconstantly]

Who Are You (and what will you become?)

1(you are here)| 2 | 3 | 4

Summary: “Over the years, I have found that blood means very little.” 

The ice clicks against the glass almost inaudibly, condensation dripping down the side. 

“So tell me, M. Wayne, why do you think I should even begin to consider you my father?” (all biodad bruce can be read as stand alone but are posted in chronological order)

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At the tender age of nineteen, Marinette Dupain-Cheng has already become a jaded woman. It doesn’t shine through very often, hidden behind a carefully crafted facade of Parisian-brand carefree attractiveness and pigtailed youthfulness, but there exists, in Marinette, a certain bitterness.

“For a vigilante, you’re not very secretive,” Marinette remarks, keeping her tone measured, almost playful, so as not to draw attention to herself. 

“Marinette.” Bruce inclines his head and allows the bartender to serve him a whiskey sour. He doesn’t drink alcohol because it alters his mental state in ways that are unpleasant, but ordering a drink helps him fit in, and with Marinette, the person he wants to talk to, right at his side, he can’t have his normal ginger ale substitute. “It’s good to see you.”

“Mmm.” She takes a sip of her French 75, playing up an interest that Bruce knows is a lie. “M. Wayne, you say that as though we’re familiar with each other.”

“Sabine and I were close,” he says. 

Sabine is one of the few people who knew about his existence as Batman that didn’t live in Gotham. Many years ago, they were friends. Colleagues. (More.) Of course she told her daughter about who he was. How could she not have? 

Sabine is-- she was--

“Close, you call it,” she says with mock awe, words slurring together. “Closer than close, really. Too close for comfort— at least, too close for you.”

When Bruce and Sabine’s paths crossed all those years ago, he was struggling trying to raise Dick. Sabine was equal parts a mother and a mentor to Dick in all the ways that Bruce couldn’t be. When she left for Paris so abruptly after the two of them parted ways, Dick didn’t take it very well. Even moreso when communications halted permanently. The fact that the radio silence coincided with Marinette’s birth is something only Bruce is privy to.

However awkwardly he and Sabine left off, it doesn’t change the facts. Bruce’s lips thin. “I’m here to offer you a home.”

Swirling her French, Marinette taps at her phone, swiping away at a few messages that she’s not interested in. “I’m nineteen and more than capable of taking care of myself. Though I suppose it stands to reason that it would be difficult for you to know that, what with how busy your extracurriculars keep you.”

“I’m not doubting your capabilities.” He’s looked into what Marinette has been up to over the past nineteen years of her life. He’s never been particularly concerned with her upbringing, not with a woman like Sabine at the helm of her childhood. Bruce was right not to be worried; Marinette has grown into a multi talented, extremely well connected entrepreneur based on her own hard work. Judging by the crowd that she runs with and the multiple charities that she supports both financially and with her own time, she will be a force to be reckoned with in a few years; Tim regularly extols the virtues of the brand MDC, and if he knew that he was sisters with the designer, he’d never stop raving about her. MDC is already being compared to the likes of Dior and Gabriel when they were first starting out. Her finances aren’t anything to scoff at, and at a few galas and charity parties that he’s had to entertain, anyone who's had the privilege to wear an MDC original talks about how sweet and kind the head designer is while complimenting the CEO’s business savvy.

Bruce has to admit that he’s impressed by how she manages to keep her identities separate. No one suspects the head designer to also be manning publicity and business. 

He’s been watching her for the past day, and he has to say, for somebody whose parents just died, she carries herself with remarkable ease. If not for the red around her eyes and line of shots on the bartop, Bruce would believe that Tom and Sabine’s death didn’t phase her at all. 

“There’s a but, isn’t there?” Marinette says bitterly.

She’s right in that assumption. As skillful as Marinette is in her field, she has no practical combat experience. A brief stint in fencing and martial arts but nothing beyond that. Even if she practiced martial arts for years, that wouldn’t be enough to convince Bruce to let her go off on her own. Martial arts as a hobby is an entirely different game than fighting for one’s life. 

Marinette is simply not the kind of person who can face down a League member and come out of it alive. 

“It’s for your safety.”

For the first time since entering the bar, Bruce sees a flash of true emotion cross Marinette’s eyes. It’s hard to see the color of her eyes in the dim lighting, but it’s impossible not to see Sabine in how her eyes narrow. Perhaps the dim lighting makes it easier to; in the light of day, Marinette’s eye color— it’s too similar to the shade he sees in the mirror. 

“My safety? What about my parent’s safety?” 

At that, Bruce internally cringes while keeping his face carefully blank. Tom and Sabine… their end wasn’t pretty. Not the most gruesome deaths he’s ever seen, but it was up there. Bruce never thought the League would do something as cruel as desecrating the corpses of the people they murdered. They may be assassins for hire, but most times, they do have some sort of morals. 

The worst part about it is that their death is most likely a result of Sabine’s past relationship with him. Last month, a tabloid that drew comparisons between Marinette and Bruce. It didn’t take long for another person to dredge up pictures from when he was still with Sabine. Tom and Sabine didn’t have enemies well-off enough to hire the League. But Bruce? Bruce did. 

“I’m not interested in any protection you have to offer me.” Marinette shakes her head. “Don’t worry. I’m not like you. I won’t become a vigilante out of rage or as a coping mechanism. I’m not going to go chasing after the League in a foolish pursuit of misguided justice.”

But Marinette doesn’t understand. She has a target on her back with her newfound association to him.  

“I haven’t been active in your life--”

“Understatement of the year,” Marinette mutters.

“--but I’m not going to let you die when I can prevent it.”

Downing the rest of her French, she takes the Moscow Mule away from Bruce’s hands, eyeing the liquor up on display. She drinks the cold alcohol and revels in the burn that slides down her throat. Marinette swipes on one of the notifications she’s received on her phone in order to respond to it. “You’re a good man, Bruce. But your desire to protect me— what does it stem from? What do we have in common? Why would you use your time and effort on what’s essentially a stranger?”

Bruce has no good answer for this, but he has an obvious one. As soon as it leaves his tongue, it feels wrong. “We share the same blood.”

He can’t bring himself to call Marinette his daughter. That means that he would be her father and he’s not deserving of that title.

Marinette pockets her phone, eyes trained on a set of unusually shaped glasses on the shelves. “If that’s your answer, M. Wayne, let me tell you something. Over the years, I have found that blood means very little.” 

The bartender comes around and tops off the whiskey sour. The ice clicks against the glass almost inaudibly, condensation dripping down the side. Bruce can’t tell whether the bartender knows Marinette or not, but he certainly looks concerned enough to, with how his eyes shift between Marinette and himself rapid fire. When the bartender’s gaze settles on Bruce, mouth turned downward, clearly suspicious of his presence, Marinette just waves him off with a gentle smile. 

Her smile turns up the same way Tom’s did. She’s right; family is more than blood. 

“Your answer to why you want to protect me is that we share blood, but you speak nothing of our relationship. Shouldn’t that have been the first thing you brought up?”

Bruce shifts uncomfortably on the bar stool. Marinette just laughs at his apparent awkwardness. “Talking of blood relations seems to be something you don’t enjoy, and yet the entire premise of your protection rests on it. Tell me, M. Wayne, do you think I should even begin to consider you my father?”

Even as inebriated as Marinette must be, she brings up points that he himself wondered on his way to Paris. Wanting to see Marinette safe goes beyond a simple duty to morality and virtue. Though Bruce is known for adopting kids with tragic backstories, it simply isn’t feasible to adopt every single one he comes across. To bring Marinette into his family at this age, to expose her to the life he lives would be beyond cruel. In essence he’d be replacing two parents with a ticking time bomb: himself. 

“Don’t consider me a parent, just a guardian. It’s in my best interest to see you safe, and the best way to do that is to have you move to Gotham, where my colleagues and I can assure you around the clock protection.”

At first, he distanced himself from Sabine and Marinette because he didn’t want to disrupt her current relationship with Tom. Even if the two of them insisted that he could still be part of Marinette’s life, it just didn’t feel right to have the title of father when he wasn’t the one to put in any of the hard work. Then, as Tom and Sabine grew more comfortable in their life together, settled down and opened up a bakery, he was blindsided by Jason’s death. As his daughter grew older and older, there were just too many things in his own life for him to ever hope to kindle a relationship with Marinette.

Marinette laughs, but it’s really more of a bark. Her voice is too hoarse for it to come out any other way. Bruce can’t imagine how much she’s cried this past week. “If you wanted to keep me safe, where were you a week ago? Where were you two years ago? Where were you when I was thirteen? M. Wayne, I’ve heard a lot of rumors about you throughout the years, and I’ve always brushed them off as nothing more than tabloid gossip. But perhaps they got one thing right about you: you’re a liar.”

Marinette stands, swaying slightly.

“This— if you truly want me to uproot my life, I need more than you saying it’s in your best interest. I need—” Marinette reaches up to her earrings and allows her eyes to flutter shut. She needs more than a distant guardian. She needs someone to confide in. Someone she trusts. “It was nice meeting you, but I don’t need your pity. Not now.”

As she weaves through the crowd, Bruce can’t help but wonder whether he made the right decision all those years ago to not be apart of her life.

@biodad-bruce-month

Late to the game as always. This will be a multichapter fic but all parts can be read as one shots (and also as always anything posted to tumblr is never checked for accuracy and stuff so whoop)! They’ll be released in chronological order. If you want to get tagged in all things maribat, instead of commenting it under a fic, I’d appreciate an ask or a dm instead! I haven’t been able to go back through all the previous comments and create a taglist yet but perhaps. eventually. 

#bio!dad bruce wayne month 2020 #first meeting #maribat #bio!dad bruce #marinette dupain cheng #bruce wayne #referenced character death #aged up! marinette #miraculous ladybug #dcu

[much-ado-about-exy]

familiar ghosts

whumptober day 1: “you have to let go”

ao3

Dick is… tired. Although he can’t exactly remember why. There’s this bone-deep, crushing exhaustion in his limbs that feels too heavy for a fifteen-year-old kid to bear - although, being fifteen also feels sort of wrong for some reason, which is weird. But old ladies at galas for Wayne Enterprises tell him that he’s got an old soul, sometimes, so maybe that’s what that’s all about. Maybe his very old soul is chafing under the awkwardness of adolescence just as much as the rest of him is.

He does his best to shake off whatever it is, anyway. Today’s a really cool day, because Wally, who’s been his best friend for years and his crush for at least a couple months, give or take, finally asked him out on a date, and they’re meeting in Central City this afternoon. School’s just let out and Dick is already halfway to the closest Zeta-Tube to Gotham Academy, the chatter of his recently-dismissed classmates quickly fading behind him. 

The coordinates for the Zeta-Tube down the street from Wally’s house are as familiar to Dick as his own cell phone number - he’s been visiting Wally this way since before Batman even trusted him to be using the Tubes on his own, which - he’d certainly gotten in trouble for, at the time, but it had never really stopped him. He punches in the command impatiently and even though the transport is near-instantaneous, he can’t shake the restlessness in his limbs that overtakes him as he’s spat out of the Tube and into Central.

He pauses for a minute inside the phone booth that disguises the Tube’s entrance, changing from his school uniform into normal-people civvies before ducking out and sauntering determinedly unsuspiciously - spiciously? Maybe not - out of the alley and down the street. 

Wally’s waiting for him on his front porch already, of course. With the time difference, he’s been out of school for over an hour by now. He looks nice - he always looks nice, of course - although his hair is brushed kind of weird - it strikes Dick that maybe Wally dressed up a little, for this date, and that maybe Dick should have, too? But it’s Wally, his best friend, he hadn’t thought- well, there’s really nothing to be done about it now. Jeans and a short-sleeved shirt will have to do. 

Dick bounces on the balls of his feet once, twice, three times, suddenly anxious, before Wally’s down the stairs and standing in front of him. 

“Hey, dude- er, is dude still okay?” Wally scratches the back of his neck, face slowly turning red. 

“Duh,” says Dick. “Dude, nothing has to change that we don’t want to.”

“Right, yeah,” says Wally, grinning. 

He reaches out for a fistbump, but Dick pulls him into a hug instead. He’s still shorter than Wally, although by less than he had been a year or two ago, and he can hear the speedster’s heart pounding through his shirt as Wally’s arms tentatively close around him. It’s Dick’s turn to blush, now, and he lets go just as quickly as he’d grabbed on to begin with. What had he done that for?

He hastily bumps his fist against Wally’s loosely curled hand and turns to lead the way down the street, hoping it’s not obvious how jittery he is. 

“Dick,” says Wally, easily catching up and grabbing Dick’s hand, “you’re about to start cartwheeling down the street, man. Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“I am!” Dick sounds defensive even to himself. He sighs. “I’m just… Nervous. We’ve been friends forever! But it feels like… Things are supposed to feel different, now? On a date? And I don’t know how to do that right. What’s supposed to change?”

“Dude, you said it yourself.” Wally stops walking, drags Dick to a stop by their joined hands, and turns to face him. “Nothing, that we don’t want to. We’re still best bros - we can just, like, hold hands and kiss and stuff if we want to, now.”

That last bit comes out in a rush, Wally’s gaze dropping to the pavement. Dick grins. He’s spent enough time daydreaming about kissing Wally the thought of it hardly phases him anymore, except for the electricity that it sends down his spine to know that he can now.

“Totally,” he says, tugging on Wally’s hand to get them moving again. “You ready for me to kick your ass at roller skating?”

“Roller skating isn’t a competitive sport, you dick! And you’ve never been before, either.” 

Dick totally kicks Wally’s ass at roller skating. 

But something feels… Off about it. It’s not like he’s ever been inside the Central City Rollarama before today, but he has the strangest sense of deja vu about it. And he’s… Honestly better at skating than he probably should be, even given his solid sense of balance and acrobatic inclinations. And so is Wally - Dick has an itchy phantom memory of Wally landing on his ass over and over again on skates, laughing through a fake scowl every time Dick hauled him to his feet, but he knows - he knows - that they’ve never done this together before. Right?

He’s very purposefully continuing to ignore the sinking wrongness he’s been feeling all day, though, because he’s having fun, dammit, and whatever vigilante-dread-sense weirdness is going on can wait. Wally clings to his shoulders and appears to be doing his level best to drag the both of them to the ground as Dick tows him in circles around the rink, and Dick’s own laughter has him doubled over enough of the time that he’s sure Wally’s going to succeed.

Miraculously, they survive two hours of this - with no major injuries, no less - before Wally’s stomach starts to growl. 

“Ice cream?” Dick asks, guiding them toward the rink’s exit so they can take off their skates. 

“Babe,” Wally says, looking at Dick like he hung every star in the sky, or completed a titration with a margin of error less than one percent, “you read my mind.” 

It’s a good thing they’re near the wall by now, because Wally calling him babe just about knocks Dick off his feet, and the only thing that saves him from a bruised tailbone is the railing he grabs onto before he tips too far backward. 

“Cool,” he says, breathless. Please, god, don’t let Wally have noticed that. “Let’s go, then!”

While they swap out their skates for shoes, for just a second, Wally flickers into someone older, someone tired, and so does Dick. And then they’re back to normal again. 

They hold hands on their way to the ice cream shop down the street. Wally’s hand is warm and a little sweaty, and just a bit too small- too small? No, it’s just right. Their hands fit together as if they were always meant to hold each other. It’s perfect, so perfect that Dick barely keeps from skipping with how happy it makes him. 

Wally orders a strawberry cone, and Dick gets chocolate in a cup, but they’ve hardly even walked away from the shop with their ice cream when Wally sneaks up behind Dick and steals several bites of his. 

Dick gasps dramatically, whirling around to face the thief, who has already swallowed his stolen goods and returned to his own ice cream. 

“Wally,” he whines, “you jerk!”

“It’s good manners to share.” Wally turns up his nose and looks down it at Dick, smile lines betraying his stern expression.

And, really, Dick doesn’t even like strawberry ice cream, but that sort of behavior simply can’t be allowed. So, it’s strictly on principle that he grabs onto Wally’s arm and hangs off of it, switching tactics to try to clamber onto Wally’s shoulders when Wally passes his cone to his unassailed arm.

“Let go, you goof,” says Wally, dancing backwards out of Dick’s reach and holding his ice cream aloft. 

“What?” Dick asks, laughing. “Can’t handle the heat?”

But Dick blinks and something’s changed - Wally’s face is serious now, where it had been creased with smile lines half a second before. It’s alarming enough that Dick whirls around in a circle, certain that some supervillain is trying to get the drop on him, but there’s nothing there. 

“Dick,” says Wally, voice grave, and suddenly he seems much less corporeal than he had just a few seconds ago, shimmering like hot air over pavement, “let go.” 

“What?” Dick’s voice is higher, younger, less confident than some part of him knows it should be. This is wrong, it’s all wrong, this isn’t how today goes, but he doesn’t want to think about what that means, not now, not when things are so good. “I let go, I’m all the way over here now. It’s fine, see?” 

“You have to let go,” Wally says. Electricity sparks across Wally’s chest and his very existence seems to flicker with it. Old and then young again. Here and then gone. “It’s time, dude.” 

“Time for what?” Dick asks. He’s panicking now, unable to calm himself down. He hates being confused like this, hates being left in the dark, hates knowing even more. But he gets no answer. 

Wally’s ice cream splatters to the sidewalk, stray droplets landing on Dick’s beat up sneakers, as the boy holding it vanishes without a trace. 

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And Dick, nineteen, alone in the oppressive dark of his Blüdhaven apartment, wakes up. 

#whumptober2021 #no.1 #youhavetoletgo #fandom #fic #yj #birdflash

[peterxwade24]

The Best Cocoa

For Maribat March 2021 day 10 prompt Creature and Cryptids (sort of. if you squint hard enough).

This one is short, I'm sorry. I didn't know what to write for it. Enjoy. ~

Marinette had always known her family was different, from the way her father rose at dusk and fell asleep just before the sun rose above the horizon to the way her youngest older brother seemed to have animals flocking to him and an innate ability to cause mischief. Her oldest brother seemed to be best suited to tending to house plants and greenhouses while her second oldest brother was little more than a ghost and her third oldest brother seemed to be a species of leprechaun. Her second youngest older brother was a giant being with magical healing abilities while her eldest sister had large wings which shone in the moonlight. Her second oldest sister had the ability to turn into a fox while her youngest older sister had glowing green eyes and had a perpetuity to find missing children. Her favourite aunt always had a beautiful maroon coloured seal skin shawl paired with all of her outfits.

Marinette herself wasn’t even the odd one out. However, she was the shortest, standing only nineteen inches tall. She and Damian had what most denizens of Gotham, which she and her siblings called his haunt, would call brown skin. Tim was barely taller than her, standing only two feet tall. However, they all fit together in ways that no one thought they would, given their different pedigrees and all.

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The first time Bruce Wayne was publicly asked about his odd collection of children was just after Tim had joined the family.

“Mr. Wayne!” Vicki Vale called as Bruce walked with Dick, Jason, Barbara, Cass and Tim. “What’s up with your, odd, collection of children? Why do you keep adopting?”

“Because all children deserve a loving home. I just wish I could do more for the kids still on the streets. Not all of them want a home but they all deserve a place where they’re safe and have enough food.”

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Bruce’s collection only grew, adding four more before the next gala. What people couldn’t understand is why he kept getting children of different species. Wouldn’t he just be happier with children who were the same species as him?

To their displeasure, Bruce made an announcement halfway through the gala.

“I would like to thank everyone in attendance for being here to support this great cause. I would also like to take a moment to thank everyone for their support in recent years. I know the way I grew my family wasn’t the traditional way, but I love each and every one of my children just as much as their siblings. It does not matter to me that they are all different species, it does not matter to me that some of my children are what some might consider dangerous. I, myself, have faced adverse reactions because of what I am. I am a vampire and some might think me a monster. Behind every rumor is a benevolent creature who society looked down upon. Thank you for your time.” Bruce stepped away from the podium amidst the uproar of the gathered peoples and walked back to his children, allowing the two smallest of their group to climb onto his shoulders. “What do you say? Go home and have some of Alfred’s special hot cocoa or stay here and be asked more questions?”

With a resounding answer of “cocoa”, the Gotham Waynes piled into their car and drove back to the manor.

Alfred, or as he was once worshiped Anulap, always made the best cocoa.

@maribatmarch-2k21

#maribat #maribat march #ml crossover #mlb crossover #ml x dc #mlb x dc #platonic maribat

[alexiessan]

Never alone - Chapter Nineteen - Soulmate AU

AO3

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The morning light filtering through his bedroom’s window is what woke him up the next morning. Damian reluctantly opened his eyes, only to close them again when the light was too bright for him. He buried his face into Marinette’s neck, shielding himself from the sun.

While Damian Wayne was an early riser, he was too comfortable to get up. Pressed against his girlfriend, seeking her warmth, he thought that it would be nice to stay like this all day. He knew that Marinette wouldn’t mind, as she was a late riser and loved her sleep a bit more than the average person.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t stay the whole day in bed. At a moment or another, Alfred, his father, or one of his brothers would come knocking at his door and tell him to get moving, and he did not want them to see Marinette and him in the state they were in.

Todd, especially, would have a field day if he knew what happened last night, and the youngest Wayne wasn’t sure he wouldn’t try to hurt him if he said something.

Plus, it wasn’t any of their damn business what he did or did not do with his girlfriend.

He already had to go through the most embarrassing conversation with his three brothers after he started dating Marinette. Dick had told him to join him and the other two for some “bonding time” as he called it, and while he was reluctant at first, he conceded.

But it was a trap. For two hours, Dick and Tim showed him slideshow about sexual relations, consent, and everything. If it was not embarrassing enough, after they were done, Todd chose to tell him everything about men’s and women’s pleasure.

At the end of the conversation, they gave him a box of condoms, even though Marinette was in Paris, and he, in Gotham.

And when they arrived in Paris, Richard gave him a brand new one, because “it wouldn’t do to use expired ones”.

Needless to say, Damian never wanted to live something like this ever again.

He had to admit, though begrudgingly, that those conversations were important and did provide him all the information he needed.

Not that he would tell them that. Ever.

Damian looked at his alarm clock to see the red numbers indicated it was near seven-thirty in the morning.

Slowly, his hand pushed her bangs out of her eyes, and his lips dropped a kiss on her forehead. He then kissed her cheek, then her nose, her temple, behind her ear, and finally, her neck.

He felt her stir and he smiled against her skin.

“Five more minutes, please,” she grumbled as she pressed herself even closer to him, seeking his warmth.

“If we don’t get moving, someone is ought to come and get us, you know.”

“Then, let them.”

“I’m not sure you want anyone else to see you like that though.”

She opened her eyes, glaring at him.

“I hate when you’re right.”

He kissed the crown of her head and playfully shoved her.

She grumbled something he didn’t hear before getting up, uncaring of her nudity, picked some clothes, and made a beeline to the bathroom.

Damian got out of the bathroom, fully clothed and ready for the day, to see Marinette waiting for him, her left eye green like his own eyes.

“You’re not wearing your contact?”

She shrugged. “I ran out of them and didn’t notice. I’ll have to buy more when we’re out,” she paused, looking at him. “Is it ok, though?”

He took her hand, pulling slightly so she would get up from her seat on the bed.

“Of course, it is. If you don’t want them to wear them anymore, it’s fine too. We don’t have to hide anymore.”

“It’s a habit now. And you wear them too.”

“Like you said, habit. But Gotham is more dangerous than Paris, and my family is a prime target so it's safer not to give anyone anything to get at us.”

She kissed his cheek, her gaze as loving as ever, and what did he do in his life to have someone as innocent and genuine as Marinette as his soulmate?

In all the years since she became Ladybug, Marinette became less and less clumsy. Instead, dare she say, she became more graceful in her movement.

That’s why, when she was out in the city with Damian and his brothers and she fell, she was surprised. It hadn’t happened in a long time, and she was embarrassed.

She was even more embarrassed because she actually hurt herself when falling. Her wrist didn’t like having all her weight on it when she put her hand in front of herself to avoid a collision between her face and the concrete.

She was used to this kind of injury though, so she knew it wasn’t broken and knew exactly what to do for it to heal.

“Maybe we should take you to the hospital,” said Tim, looking at the bruise on her wrist.

“No offense to your country, but your healthcare is way too expensive. I had this kind of injury before, I just need to bandage it for a week or two and it will good as new.”

“Must be nice in France, to have almost free healthcare,” joked Jason.

“It’s pretty nice, yeah.”

Damian took her bruised wrist between his hands, examining it.

“We have bandages back home. Do you need to go back there now?”

She shook her head.

“No, I should be ok for the rest of the day. Plus, Gotham during the Christmas period is beautiful, I don’t want to miss him.”

She tugged at his hand, forcing him to follow her. She smiled at him to reassure him that she was fine.

And she was fine. Her wrist hurt a little, but it was bearable.

Then, she turned to Jason, resuming with their conversation before the incident. They were talking about his motorcycle, and she told him that she would like to own one, one day, as her grandmother had one and she loved riding it with her.

Damian watched as Marinette twirled in her dress. She had told him that she made it a year or so back, for fancy events just like this one, but never had the opportunity to wear it until today.

She was a bit disappointed that her outfit was spoiled by her bandaged wrist, but it didn’t do anything to extinguish her excitement for the night.

“It’s not that great, you know,” he said as he placed a hand on the small of her back and kissed her temple. “People are essentially here to talk business and get in the good grace of the family.”

His eyes lingered on her lips, her very red lips — and red was such a good look on her — and couldn’t resist to kiss them.

She giggled when he stepped back, her thumb tracing his lips.

“You got some lipstick on you now.”

He let her get it off and he could see that she was deeply thinking about something as her eyes lost focus.

“What are you thinking about,” he asked in a whisper.

“I was wondering how you managed all the people trying to befriend you just for your fame and your family. I’ve seen people trying to cozy up to Adrien, and he always took it so well. I don’t know if it’s kindness, or naivety, or something else, but I always wondered how he could just let people do that.”

Damian rolled his eyes. “It’s not kindness. Agreste is a doormat.”

He didn’t know the Agreste son that well, but something in him irked him, and he couldn’t bear being near him for too long.

Hell, he would rather spend time with Césaire than with Agreste, and it was saying something with how much he despised the journalist.

Marinette gave him the look. That look that spelled “Be nice” but he was used to it by now and knew there wasn’t any real heat behind it. He ignored it and pressed a kiss against her forehead.

“To answer your question,” he continued, “I would just ignore their existence. You know how blunt and rude I can be, and it usually was enough to make them run away. If not, only one glare, and I never saw them again. My father didn’t like how I handled it, but then again, he didn’t like that people would try to use his son to get to him.”

He paused, looking at her sheepishly.

“There was this one time when I was in my angry teen period… That I may or may not have broken a guy’s hand when he didn’t get the message.”

The look that Marinette gave him would have made him smirk if it wasn’t for her next sentence.

“What, you’re telling me that you got out of the angry teen phase?”

She smirked at him and laughed when he playfully shoved her.

The room the gala was held in was like everything Marinette had imagined. She could almost believe that she was a princess in one of her favorite Disney movies. It was so beautiful and well decorated that she couldn’t help but gape at it for the entirety of the night.

She and Damian had mingled a little with the other guests. Some Damian knew, some he didn’t, and he could recognize the kind of people they were talking about just before.

They were not subtle at all, and it upset her on Damian’s behalf.

She got a few compliments about her dress and even got to give away her card to three persons who were interested in a commission.

Three people might not be a lot, but the French girl was still so happy, and she could see that her soulmate was happy for her too.

Dick and Jason both took her apart for a dance or two, and she had so much fun with them. She couldn’t help but wonder if it was what it felt like to have siblings.

Maybe it was a bit early to feel like this, but she considered the three oldest sons as her brothers.

Eventually, she managed to convince Damian to dance with her. A dance turned into two, then three, and the fourth was interrupted by a tap on her shoulder. When she turned, she gasped in delight.

“Jagged!”

She hugged the rock star and then her assistant.

“Oh, I’m so happy to see you both! What are you doing here?”

Jagged laughed loudly, so full of life as always.

“We’re invited every year. The question is, what are you doing here Marinette? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before.”

She smiled at the singer.

“No, I haven’t,” she turned to Damian. “I’m here with Damian, my boyfriend. Damian, this is Jagged Stone.”

Damian extended his hand and Jagged shook it eagerly. He then extended it to Penny, who shook it firmly but gentler.

“You didn’t tell us you were dating someone!” Exclaimed Penny.

Marinette smiled sheepishly, embarrassed.

“Yeah, I wanted to tell you but I didn’t want to bother you during your tour.”

“Come on, you never bother us! But, her, speaking of the tour, Penny will give you a call sometime during the month, I may be in need of your services.”

The designer beamed at that.

“Sure, you know when I’m available!”

They chatted a little after that, Jagged and Penny wanting to know more about Damian until eventually, the rock star and his assistant had to mingle with the other guests.

“Huh,” said Damian, “You never told me you knew The Jagged Stone.”

The Eurasian girl smirked at him, winking with her left eye — now blue thanks to the contact they managed to buy the other day.

“Oh, do I still manage to surprise you?”

He scoffed.

“I don’t think you can ever stop,” he said, bringing her closer to him.

Behind them, the guests started to count down from ten.

“I can say the same for you, you know.”

Her hands sliding behind his neck, she brought his face closer to hers, and right when the crowd yelled “one”, she kissed him.

She kissed him deeply, maybe more than what was appropriate in public, but then, as it was a tradition in America, a lot of people were kissing to greet the new year.

“Happy new year,” they whispered at the same time.

She laughed at their synchronization.

“Damn, I love you so much,” she whispered and kissed him once more.

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[slowlydrowningme]

Just the Thing I Needed Tonight...

Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader

Rating: General audiences 

Word Count: 2098

Notes: As promised!  Here is a special little something to thank all you amazing new followers!  It’s actually my first time writing in this style, so forgive any tense mistakes.  I went over it with a fine tooth comb but I might have missed it.

For those who wanted a bit more of the ballet gala piece I posted last night, here you go.  Next post should be up tonight as usual if I can finish it up quickly.  If not, tomorrow morning. 

tags: @call-me-prodigy @secretsandwriting @bobacereal @iwanttobeforgotten @annoylinglyaries @this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms @seagulls-corner @vrthngiwnt @risingmoonyue @spaceshattered-skies 

If you asked to be tagged and you’re not above, tumblr is not allowing me to tag you for some reason or another.  I’m sorry about that!

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The bubbling nervous feeling building in the pit of your stomach is something you have come to recognize well in your nineteen years.  It’s the same feeling that overcomes you when you stand just on the edge of the stage, waiting to hear the chord that instructs you to glide into the spotlight.  It’s the same feeling that fills your when you stand, waiting for your turn to enter the party following the evenings performance.  

But tonight it’s different.

Tonight it fills you as you stand in front of a mirror, making sure every piece of hair is in place (or out of place as they’re supposed to be).  It fills you as you apply a coat of lipstick and dab at the corner of your eye to clear a slight smudge of mascara.  And it fills you as you hear the gentle knock on your front door while smoothing the lines of the gown Babs had helped you find the day before. The black tulle and deep cut back was more than you were used to, but the loose up-do Babs had helped you with and the pearl bracelet and earrings had softened the look.

Opening the door, you can’t stop that nervous feeling from rising up even more at the sight of Damian standing there.  The tux is fitted, no doubt tailored to his form perfectly, and the pink tulips in his hand are a sharp contrast.  But it’s the awestruck look on his face that makes your stomach swoop.

“Y/N…you certainly know how to steal a man’s breath,” he pressed a hand to his chest, eyes taking their time as they drift over your form.  There was nothing you could do to stop the faint blush from creeping up onto your cheeks.

“Thank you, Damian.” You take the offered flowers and step aside so he can come into your small apartment while you place the flowers in a vase with some water.  “These are lovely,” you comment, fingers gently tracing the petals of one of the blooms before turning back to him.

“Shall we?”

“We shall,” you counter, grabbing the small clutch you had prepared earlier and stepping out into the hallway with him.

“I ordered a driver for the night, I hope that’s all right with you?  These things are always for show.  It’s tiresome, but as you’ve come to realize appearances must be kept,” he spoke quietly as you made your way toward the elevator and stepped on when it arrived.  Letting him press the button for the ground level, you watch him closely.

“Thank you for doing this. I know I already thanked you, but I wanted you to hear me say it.”  He turned to look at you, green eyes warmer than you had ever seen them.

“It is truly my pleasure,” he tells you, offering his arm for you as the elevator pings and the doors slide open.

With a bright smile, you take his arm and follow his lead out into the lobby and out the front doors of your building.  It might not have been the nicest place in town, but it was thankfully in a fairly safe location and that was what you had wanted when you accepted the place in Gotham.  A city like that had a reputation that preceded it and you knew what to prioritize.  

With a warm greeting to the driver who was waiting at the door of the car for them, you slid on the leather seat to the far side of the back seat so Damian could follow after a quick word with the driver.  You couldn’t help but send another smile his way as he settled in next to you, not really having the words to convey what you really want to say.  So instead, you settle for silence and turn your gaze out to the city as you’re driven to the venue.

“It’s easy to forget sometimes,” you say softly as the lights blur and people fade to shadows.

“What is?”

“How awful this city can be. On peaceful nights when good things happen, it’s hard to remember just how…terrifying it can be.”

“Do you find yourself terrified in the city often?”

“Not often, no.  It’s a comfort to have Batman and his team watching over.  But it is such a drastic change from the sleepy beach town I grew up in,” you admit as you turn your eyes to him.  You find him watching you intently, a look that seems almost…wary?  But the look is gone so quickly that you aren’t sure that’s the right word for it.  The look that replaced it was definitely guarded.

“You don’t find their methods…unorthodox?  Most who don’t come from cities like Gotham do not understand the need to have people like them…”

Tilting your head, you consider him and his words for a moment before lifting both shoulders slightly and letting them fall.

“Its not like the world doesn’t know about it all.  The abilities, the magic, the mystical.  I didn’t come into Gotham with no knowledge at all of what went on within its limits.”

“Ignorance is not something anyone should be proud of.”

“No, it’s not.”

“You continue to surprise me, Y/N,” he speaks more softly, lowering his voice almost as if he’s telling secrets.  He looks like he’s about to say something more, but the car comes to a stop and his gaze is pulled to his window.  “Ah, we’ve arrived.”

You hum in acknowledgment, glancing at the waiting reporters and photographers with a frown.

“Are you ready?  I suppose I should have made sure you were aware of what having me as your escort would bring about.”  Laughing softly, you reach for his hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

“Ignorance is not anything to be proud of.”  You can see you’ve surprised him yet again but then he lets out a sharp laugh with a shake of his head.  And before you can respond in kind, his door is being opened and he is stepping out to a flood of flashing lights.  You take just a moment to gather yourself before reaching out to take his offered hand and stepping out of the car yourself.

The stage has taught you to handle bright lights, so you easily smile through the flashes that would blind the majority of people, allowing Damian to tuck your arm into his as he leads you up the steps of the building and into the lobby.

“Y/N, what a surprising escort you have!”  Your eyes seek out Damian’s at the words called out to you the moment you two stepped inside. He gave a single nod which you responded to with a slight uptick of your lips before turning to the owner of the voice.

The evening passes much the same.  People surprised to find Damian Wayne on your arm or seated next to you and you both commenting how you have a few classes at university together.  You’re thankful for the moments he pulls you onto the dance floor to spin around, pleasantly surprised at how light on his feet he is.

Martial arts training, he whispers back when you ask him about it.  Something to file for later questions.  For now, you simply enjoy his hand pressed to your exposed back, fingers slipping just under the material of your dress.  You’re sure it’s not on purpose as he’s far too proper to take advantage, but it still makes you press just a fraction closer to him.  You tell yourself that you imagine the caress of his fingers in response to your movement.

As the evening draws to a close and you find yourself hiding a yawn, tucked into Damian’s shoulder which shook slightly in laughter at you, he draws his tux jacket around your shoulders before leading you to the car waiting there.  He holds your hand, keeping you steady as you slip into the car, but doesn’t let go even as he follows you into the car and the door shuts behind him.

You say nothing as he holds onto it with both of his larger, warmer hands.  But you watch him closely as he stares down at them clasped in his lap, his thumb running over your knuckles.  You, not for the first time, wish you were bold enough to ask what he was thinking.  But you’ve never been that confident.  So you settle with watching him in the dark, the only light coming from the city as the car made its way back to your apartment.

The silence between you remains easy as the car comes to a stop at your building and you both step onto the sidewalk.  Damian exchanges a look with the driver before walking with you back into the building and to the elevator.  You hold onto his hand just as tightly as he holds onto yours as you’re lifted to the nineth floor where your apartment is.

The hour is late so it’s unsurprising to be met with a quiet hallway as you exit the elevator and make your way down to your door.  Damian releases your hand when you come to a stop so you can pull your keys out and unlock your door.  Turning toward him, you smile and prepare to thank him again, but the words freeze on your tongue when his hand settles on the side of your neck, his thumb tracing a delicate line on your cheek.

His green eyes drift from your lips to your eyes before he parts his own lips slightly, leaning forward slowly. So slowly you know he’s just allowing you the time to pull away if this isn’t what you want.

But it is what you want. Desperately so.

And you convey that thought by pressing forward yourself, placing a hand on his chest just above his heart.  You can feel the steady rhythm of it beneath your palm and wonder briefly if he can feel your own heartbeat from where his hand rests against your pulse point.

“I know I heard something, Carl!”  The familiar voice pulls you both out of the haze and you take a step back before you even realize it, your hand falling away from Damian’s chest as his slides from your neck.  It leaves behind a warm tingle that you’re sure you’ll dissect while lying awake in bed later.  But for now, you clear your throat and look toward the door that was opening and the head of white hair peeking out.

“Hello Mrs. Sampson,” you greet with an innocent smile, as if nothing had been happening mere seconds prior.

“Oh Y/N, I knew I had heard your door unlock.  But I told Carl I didn’t hear it open and close.  I understand why, now.”  Ducking his head with a soft laugh, Damian looks down toward the elevator and away from the prying eyes of your neighbor.

“Yes, I was just getting in. Sorry if I disturbed your evening.”

“Oh pish posh, my dear. You come over for tea tomorrow morning. I want to hear all about why you’re all dressed up with such a handsome young man!  Goodnight to you both,” she called out before slipping back inside and closing her door behind her.  You can hear her muffled voice speaking to her husband.

“I should go,” Damian’s voice breaks your embarrassment and you know the spell between you both is broken.

“Thank you again for coming tonight.  I had a lovely time.”

“As did I.  I’ll speak to you tomorrow?”  Nodding your head, you open your door behind you without turning away from him.  But he’s already stepping back one step and then another.  It’s not until he’s reached the elevator that he turns away, sparing a brief glance over his shoulder when the doors open sending a small smile toward you before the doors close and steal him from your view.

It’s not until you’re about to slip into bed when your phone dings with an alert that someone had tagged you in a photo on Instagram.  And though you’re tempted to leave it until the morning, your curiosity gets the most of you and you pull it open.  And the flip flop of your stomach at the picture and the lyrics Damian used make it worth the sleep you’re about to lose just from thinking about the possibility that had presented itself between the two of you earlier.

You fall asleep some time later, still thinking about that almost kiss and wondering what would have happened if your neighbor had never interrupted.

#batman #batman au #damian wayne #damian al ghul #damian al ghul wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x you #batfam social media au #batfam au #batfam

[elysianslove]

Do you have any OCs sal? If so, I'm super curious about them! (Most of my OCs are either angsty or super cute! With dashes of angst... Must be since most are in the DC universe lol)

yeah i do have a bunch of oc’s actually, and they’re all in the dc universe. but omg are you actually curious about them?? 🥺 i’ll put this under the cut so i don’t annoy anyone but i’ll give you the ones that i remember the most clearly. 

one of my favorite oc’s was actually in an atla fic, a zuko one more specifically. her name was sya, and she was a kyoshi warrior. it was set when zuko had already become firelord, and it’s so upsetting i never got to explore her personality a bit more cause around publishing chapter 4 i think, issues happened with wattpad and i took down my stories, and then i came onto here and never went back to my stories again. 

the concept was so nice too and i was so excited to write it. like she was a kyoshi warrior personally assigned in protecting the firelord and just <333 forbidden romance with zuko <333 a love affair with the firelord <333

lowkey wanna go back to it cause wait 🤔

anyways

i also had dhalia amari, for my jason todd fic. this concept was so, so, so good i can’t believe i just let it die :(

basically, dhalia knew jason before he’d died, and he was her first kiss, when she asked him to be. he’d given her this locket, and then like a week later he died. she tweets one day “thinking about how i had my first kiss w this boy then he allegedly died a week later” and jason sees it and his brain goes ??? and then he hits her up and all and i had this scene planned out, where he’d go over to her home at some point and he’d see the locket and he’d have this dissociating moment like what the Fuck 

pain. i miss it. 

TW, mention of drug abuse

i had elara wayne, from my wally west story. she’s not biologically bruce’s; she was adopted as an orphan much like the rest of them, and she’s two years younger than dick grayson if i remember correctly, and two years older than jason todd. i love her so much, honestly, and i miss writing her. she had supernatural abilities too, which she’d been given from a nearby cosmic explosion. basically, the explosion altered some nerves in her body and in her brain, giving her specific powers. she’s capable of mind control essentially, as in either forcing one to see whatever she wants them to and/or controlling their body. she also had an additional feature of, upon touching an object or a person, she visits the past or the present of that. it’s not controlled though. like once, she touched jason, and saw his future, his death, but she also touched this broken toy and was able to see that the woman who had bought it had a miscarriage. 

she goes through so much in my story though. like, way too much i’m so sorry elara. because her abilities are nine times out of ten out of her control, she really dislikes them. she used them this one time out on the field and ended up nearly killing a lot of people because of the energy manifestation around her, and when she woke up the next day her veins were a bright, bright, gold. to get rid of this, she turned to drugs, because they nullified everything. and there are so many angst scenes with dick finding out, and jason helping her when she has a relapse and it’s just,,, the poor girl. 

there wasn’t a big age gap between her and wally, around four years i think, but she was freshly eighteen when she made the first move on him and he was like absolutely not that’s so sus, and he wouldn’t lead her on or encourage her cause it felt so wrong to him, even if she was an adult and they had this huge fight, but then around a year later when she’s in uni and nineteen, or twenty i can’t remember, they make up and kiss and all :’) 

TW, mention of death

i also had delilah avila, and this one hurts. she was the oc in my damian wayne fic. she’s his number neighbor, and he finds out she lives in blüdhaven, moving to gotham after the summer. i also made her half arab because i remember her face claim being half arab, and it was a nice addition cause damian’s half arab too. 

this one hurts real bad cause they fall in love and it’s so cute, so lovely. and then he invites her to a wayne gala, and she’s so excited to go, but he has a bad feeling but because he doesn’t wanna ruin it for her, he just lets it happen. and then mid dance, she gets shot, because she’d been in the way to get at damian. 

and then she dies lol. she doesn’t come back either </3 

also, i had june armstrong. she’s a friend of duke thomas, living in the uk and going to uni with him there, and through him she meets tim drake, who’s the love interest. i remember this book being long as hell because at first, she started dating duke, and tim was also dating stephanie brown, and then shit happens and they eventually fall in love.

this one had a happy ending, because man it was really messy in between. but it’s the funniest book i’ve written, it was just so lighthearted. 

the number neighbor one, the jason one and the tim one were smau’s actually :) 

#asks #sal speaks <3 #sorry for the rant omg

[drawingsanddrabbles]

Scandals Stick Together

ao3

Prompt: No Capes AU - First Kiss

Woo! I did it! All seven days, hell yeah!

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Tim thinks that if the room was any more glittery he'd probably be having a seizure. He can't help but wonder if the many chandeliers in the room are real diamond. Bruce only uses crystal in his. 

Bruce's hand closes on Tim's shoulder and Tim's eyes flutter closed for a moment. He wishes Bruce's hand was his dad's. But his dad is in a coma, he reminds himself. It's not his fault that he can't be here to work Tim through his first professional gala. 

"Hey there, Timmy." Bruce says with a smile just as glittery as the rest of the room. "It's good to see you at one of these!"

"Bruce, good to see you too."

"Have you thought any further about my offer?" 

"To buy Drake Industries?" Or the other offer? Tim wonders. The one where he offered Tim to move in with him and Alfred. To work at Wayne Enterprises. To become Tim's legal guardian while his father is still in a coma.

Social workers are terrified to touch Tim's case, and as long as Tim keeps paying them to push it to the bottom of the pile they never will. But it's getting expensive. He can't push it off forever, and having Bruce Wayne as his legal guardian wouldn't be so bad. His other strays seemed to have done well--well, Dick anyway. 

Tim is losing hold on Drake Industries. Every since the plane crash stock has been going down. It's going to crash soon. News of the buyout could, frankly, make it go either way at this point. If Tim agrees he'll have nothing to lose.

But it's the last thing he has of his parents. Dad.... Dad's probably never going to wake up. 

"I told you, I have no interest in selling. I am going to bring Drake Industries out of the ground, you know I can." It's not totally a lie. Bruce does know how competent Tim is. He knows that Tim, if he dropped out of high school, got emancipated, and managed to convince his company that a fifteen year old CEO is a good idea, could do it. If he really tried. 

But Tim's tired. He's so tired. 

Bruce knows that Lois Lane is watching the two of them too closely for Tim's comfort. One word from her and his stock price plummets, and Tim can lose everything. 

Bruce's eyes slide to Clark Kent who sits next to her. He's only focused on Luthor--as always--so even if he did catch something they're saying he wouldn't care, or he'd be nice enough about it that he might actually tick DI up a few points in the stock market. 

Bruce lets out a big belly laugh (one that Tim can tell is fake) and slaps Tim on the shoulder. Not hard enough to hurt. 

"Well, you know, if you ever need anything, Kid. Come straight to me." He says with an easy smile and he ruffles Tim's (meticulously gelled) hair. But Tim takes that for exactly what he knows Bruce means. They'll talk about this later. Bruce walks backwards away from him with a wave. "Let's do lunch!"

"Yeah," Tim mumbles, a little pink from the way people are now staring at him, "let's." 

Bruce goes off to flirt with Lois and (probably, from the way Mr. Kansas City has turned bright red) Clark, which leaves Tim some reprieve from endless questions about his future for the company. Tim's hair is now sticking up in a non-artful way so he narrowly dodges old white rich folks and their perfectly made up children as he weaves his way to the bathroom.

He's not the only one fixing his hair it seems, as two other men are as well. One is a boy a little older than him and (presumably) his father. Both of whom are trying to hide that they are watching Tim out of the corners of their eyes. 

As Tim turns his back on them to leave (although he can clearly see them in the reflection on the shiny eco-friendly heat dryer) the father leans over to his son and whispers: "That's Tim Drake. He's acting chair of his company and he's going to lose it to that Wayne idiot in a few weeks. Read it in Forbes."

Tim ignores the way his cheeks turn red and rushes out of there as fast as he can. 

Tim hates the way people look at him now. Ives feels sorry for him, but that's because Ives actually cares about him. The fake way these people do, makes him want to snatch a champagne flute from one of the servers and down it. But really the last thing he needs is to get drunk or tipsy, to say the wrong word in a room filled with piranhas who have diamond teeth and lose everything before he ever gets a chance to earn it back. 

Mrs. Powers corners him (old Gotham money, he tells himself) and starts with condolences (as they always do) before moving onto the obligatory "How's your father doing?" ("Well! Doctors just want him to stay a little more for observation but he'll be up and about in no time!" He says,) then to "do you need anything, darling?" ("Fuck you too Mrs. Powers," he doesn't say). 

Tim doesn't know when exactly he gets surrounded by old rich women, but suddenly they're engulfing him. None of them squeeze his cheeks like they used to, or pat his head, or try to straighten his tie (he hopes that one's because it's still straight but he knows that's probably not the case). Instead they keep distance from him. He's no longer a child of a rival but the rival himself (the floundering rival, perhaps). They're not treating him as an equal so much as something diseased to excise. 

He misses the days when he could just blend in next to his father's side or, at least, hang out with the other rich kids. Wow them with his knowledge (and the thrill) of living in Gotham. 

Tim passes the drink counter (under which he's positive Winston Price the Third and Jennifer Wallaby are making out, because last gala, when he was one of them, Winston had told him he planned to do just that next time he saw her) and orders a soder despite what he really wants. The waiter laughs at him but cuts it out with a glare from Tim and gets him what he ordered. 

He wishes that Luthor would just get on with the dinner part of the night. He was too nervous to eat all day and now he's starving. Also, prearranged seating means people will stop coming up to him to show him they care. 

"Tim Drake, I am shocked to see you here," speak of the devil... "shouldn't you be caring for your father?" 

Luthor knows. Luthor has always known, just as Tim has. His father isn't waking up, no matter what Tim manages to fool the rest of the world into thinking. 

Lex Luthor smirks and Tim turns around. He plasters what he hopes is a Bruce Wayne brand smile on his face. "Mr. Luthor!" He covers his eyes and squints, as if the sun is blinding him. "Good to see you!"

Luthor frowns slightly. "Are... you feeling alright, Mr. Drake?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just," Tim lowers his voice and leans closer to Luthor as if he is telling a secret, "with all these lights, your head is just blinding me." Luthor's lips turn into a pale line. "Really, I think you might want to see a doctor about your perspiration, it's so.... shiny. I'm sure my father's doctor would love to offer some... discreet suggestions."

The snicker behind Luthor almost makes Tim drop his hand. Luthor whips around. Ah yes, and there is the boy that made Tim's takeover of DI old news. 

Conner Luthor. Appeared, as if from nowhere, just after everything from Haiti was settled. The de facto heir to Lex Luthor. Being trained to succeed him, but who's training wasn't even close to succeeding. 

Partier, playboy, and very hot. Luthor's polar opposite. Also, the same age as Tim. 

"Conner, maybe you should carry this conversation with Tim, after all you two have more in common than I do with him." A dig at his youth, lovely.

But before Tim can bite anything back, Conner says in a flippant way: "Well, beauty before age. Isn't that the saying?"

So the rumors are true, they don't seem to be able to stand each other. 

Careful, Tim, he warns himself, cute boys with sparkling smiles might be more than they appear. 

"Lex! How wonderful to see you!" A familiar voice hums behind Luthor, snapping the tension building. The singsong voice can only be Bruce. 

Tim wonders if Bruce has been watching him. Tim doesn't need his help. He doesn't want his help. He just wants to go home. 

Luthor grimaces at Bruce. "Wayne."

"Say, is this your son?" Bruce asks, turning his attention on Conner. He sticks out a hand. "Good to meet you, chum!" Bruce flashes a grin at Lex, "And they call me a playboy. Wow, she must have been a looker, huh, Lex?"

Luthor looks as though he might combust. Conner doesn't take the bait or the hand (he's been famously tight-lipped about his other parent and life before he took on the Luthor name). Conner glares at Bruce. Tim notices that Luthor hasn't convinced him to get rid of the earring for tonight (one more scandal to add to the Conner Luthor package) and wishes he hadn't. He doesn't have time to notice these things. He has to network. To try and dig himself back into a good light for the sake of his company. 

But Bruce, in his blundering and self-focused way, has managed to give Tim a way to slip out of this interaction. All eyes are on Bruce. 

Tim used to have a theory that Bruce was smarter than he appeared. His father had told him that was stupid. Sometimes, Tim thought he was right, but ever since he'd gotten to know Bruce he'd understood his mistake. So he gratefully takes the exit Bruce offers. 

He can't hide, but he wants to. He really wants to.

Thankfully, though it seems that it's time for the dinner part of the gala to begin and everyone and their drinks are ushered into the next room. 

Tim is seated at table nineteen with eight other people who only represent five different companies. Tim sits next to the daughter of a mogul on his left and the son of a different one on his right and it's clear to everyone that the artful Mr. Timothy Drake (Drake Industries) on his place card is just a courtesy. Everyone knows where he really belongs. 

Luthor stands and begins his speech which Tim tries really hard to listen to but gets bored. He knows the gist of it, new tech, bringing Metropolis into the future, thank you for coming, etc etc etc. 

Tim's eyes travel to Conner's seat at table number one, and finds that he's not there. Of course not, probably ditching. 

Tim wishes he could ditch. He knows that the teens on either side of him will find one of their go-to excuses after a respectable amount of dinner and go up to one of the balconies or the roof to drink and smoke and play spin the bottle and other things their parents wouldn't approve of, before making their way back down by dessert and leaving completely respectably, none of the parents the wiser. Tim knows this because Tim used to do just that. 

Despite that Tim hasn't eaten all day his salad just doesn't look that appetizing anymore. 

"So, Timothy, I'm so sorry to hear about your parents. Who are you staying with?" The old lady across from him asks. The speech has ended and everyone has begun their first course. He can feel heat rising to his cheeks. None of his family members wanted him. 

"Myself. I have an attorney for general legal issues but I can live on my own until my father can come home."

"What a smart young lad you are!" The father of the girl on his right says. 

"And so well organized too! I can't imagine my Peter running my company at his age." The father of the boy on his left says. The kid himself looks like he would give anything not to be there right then, Tim agrees. 

"Well, I just worry. It's so difficult to be a deciding factor in a company's decisions and for one so young-why, it must bore you to death!"

Don't tell them anything they can use, Tim reminds himself, lie. 

"Really, it's a piece of cake."

"Well then!" The other adults (read: vultures) around the table seem delighted. 

"Well he may not be bored," one of the younger people at the table says, he's the head of some start-up or another, "but I'm sure we don't want to bore the other kids with this table talk. How is your dog, Miranda? I heard she was sick?" And from there the conversation, thankfully, is led away from the topic of Tim and Drake Industries. The girl next to Tim begins going on about how her teacup poodle has cancer or something and Tim fazes out again. 

Just after the soup course is served Miranda explains to her father that she's having some "lady problems" and might be a while. At the end of it Peter tells his father that he thinks he sees Conner Luthor over by that way, would it be alright if he says hi? (Tim glances over, and Conner isn't there). He's excused as well with a chortling: "Already networking! What an entrepreneurial spirit, that one!" 

By the meat course Tim is losing his mind. The Start-Up Guy tries valiantly to steer the conversation away from Tim's parents but eventually even he is overwhelmed by rich old people and Tim has to repeat the same lies he's been saying for days now. 

It's only once Miranda's father says that Tim might have been a good match for her, if only he were a little older that Tim decides to excuse himself with a 'phone call' from work. Something these people will understand. 

Tim makes it all the way out of the ballroom, and then he decides to push his luck and go looking for some people his own age. 

Since breaking down in a bathroom isn't an option (old rich people use bathrooms too), Tim decides that he might be able to find himself a secluded area where the kids are. 

It's not hard to find them. They're in a much smaller ballroom on the second floor of the Luthor Concert Hall. There's a balcony, Tim knows, he's been here before. 

Rock music blares and can be felt outside the room. Tim used to think that them playing music that loudly was a challenge to their parents: catch us. But now Tim understands it for what it is, just loud music. 

Tim opens the door and a son of an African CEO hands him a joint. Tim wants to, but like so many things lately, he can't. He can't risk it. 

The kid just shrugs, and lights it himself. 

The room smells like smoke: all sorts. Tim spies some beers some of them smuggled in, and some wines from the receiving hall downstairs. His eyes snag on the champagne, but it's the cognac that he really wants. 

"Traitor." Someone says to his left. He turns. It's Joseph. His dad is COO for Maxie Zeus. It's good natured, Tim knows, because Joseph is smiling. "I thought we weren't going to turn into our parents." 

"Didn't have much of a choice."

"Bullshit." Lucy says from Joseph's side. "Let them go belly up and cash out."

"My Dad's going to pick the company back up in a bit." This is the last thing Tim wants, he came up here to stop talking about DI. People are starting to watch him. He can see Conner eating Miranda's face in the corner of the room. 

"How'd you even swing it anyway?" Ha Joon asks. 

"Yeah, aren't social services up your ass?"

"Guys, leave him alone." He hears Tam Fox say. She's always had his back. 

"What happens in Gotham stays in Gotham." Preston snipes. 

"Be nice!" Lucy says. 

"What about school?" Peter asks. 

There's enough of a lull in the interrogation that Tim answers with a shrug and scuffs his shoe against the tile floor. "I'm dropping out." This causes more of an uproar than anything else. 

"No way!"

"God, my Mom would kill me if I dropped out."

"Kill you? My Dad would disown me!"

"Only disown? Wow, your parents are uncreative. There's more than one way to skin a kid that's for fucking sure."

It doesn't occur to any of them that Tim wouldn't have to drop out if his father really was doing okay. 

"Seriously?" Tam asks. Clearly Lucius hadn't told her. Because Tim had told Bruce and there was no way that Bruce hadn't told Lucius. 

"Yeah, seriously." Tim says. 

"What's the big deal? I dropped out." Conner Luthor says with a shrug and all eyes turn towards him. 

"Did you really?" Lucy asks. 

"I mean, I basically did. I never go anyway."

"Ah, young grasshopper. We all don't go to school. But it takes some special cajones to drop out." Vido says. 

"What's the difference?" Conner asks. 

"See, don't go to school and your Dad just pays the administration office to keep it quiet. Drop out and he pays the reporters to keep it out of the newspapers." Preston tells him. 

Conner cocks a wicked eyebrow. "And if he pays both?" 

Everyone listening shakes with laughter. "Then you must have done something really bad," Lucy says, eyes traveling up and down Conner as if only now sizing him up. Conner languishes in the attention from her and Miranda who is staring at him like he's a god. Conner winks at Lucy and Tim feels a little sick. The smoke swirls around Tim's head, making it swim.

“What about that girl of yours? What was her name… Ariana?” Peter asks. “Did you ever get that first kiss?” 

“My parents were held hostage and my mom died.” Tim says more harshly than he means to. He needs some fresh air. 

Tim heads to the balcony but before he gets there Tam grabs his arm. "Hey, how are you really doing? Really?"

Tim grimaces. "What happens in Gotham stays in Gotham, right?"

Tam looks disappointed but she doesn't push and Tim opens the balcony doors. 

The night is cool which is good against his burning cheeks. He wants to rip off the monkey suit. The tie itches and the gel is making his hair feel greasy and his feet hurt and he's still a little hungry. All these little things are coming up and bashing him in the face now. 

"You really from Gotham?" Conner Luthor asks from behind him, making Tim jump. 

"Yeah." He says. 

"Rad." He says which makes Tim laugh even though it shouldn't. Conner grins at him. "So, a kid CEO, huh? Didn't know that was possible."

"It's not. Not really. But I'm trying." (And failing, he doesn't say. Again, it doesn't seem to occur to Conner that it wouldn't matter whether he fails or not, if his father is coming back.) 

"No one's given you shit about being bisexual?" Conner asks. 

"What? I'm not-"

"Oh. Sorry, I just assumed since they said about that Ariana chick and the way you look at me so-"

"I don't-Not you-!"

Conner snorts. "Please, I'm scandalous, not blind."

Tim shuts his mouth abruptly. "What do you want?" Tim asks in a low voice. Conner must be spying on him, there's no way Lex would give up this information. 

"Nothing!" Conner frowns. "Why should I want anything?"

So that was how he wanted to play it. Tim frowns. "I should probably head back down-" He says but when he turns around to go back into the room he finds the balcony door is locked. 

Tim tries not to cry. This can't be happening. It can't- He has to be able to get back down to the party, he-! 

"Locked out?" Conner asks. 

Tim leans his forehead on the door. He wants to die. 

Conner leans over him and bangs on the door but the music is loud enough that no one hears him. 

Conner scowls. "Well I guess now you're stuck out here with me."

"I'm screwed." Tim says in disbelief. They'll be locked out here forever, and even if they aren't it doesn't matter. Coming up here in the first place was a stupid thing to do. Ten more minutes is enough to ruin whatever reputation he has left downstairs. 

Maybe he should just accept Bruce's offer. Whatever he'll get for Drake Industries will be more than whatever it's worth. 

Tim feels tears leak from his eyes. He rubs at them angrily. He's going to lose everything. Every part of his parents, of his Dad.... Mom... 

"Hey, it's not so bad! I promise! I'm less annoying than I seem at first impression!" Conner says hastily. Tim wipes at his face but he's sobbing now. 

"I-It's not you. It's not-It's not- I'm not-" but he can't say anything without the words coming out as a garbled mess. 

Conner, confused and worried, tries to comfort him by putting a hand on his back. Tim pushes him away. "Hey, it's okay." Conner says. He pulls Tim into a hug anyway. 

"I'm going to lose everything." Tim tells him, words spilling out of his mouth. He'll accept Bruce's offer tonight. The paperwork will be done before they get home to Gotham and it won't matter what Conner tells Luthor because it'll already be done. "My company... everything my parents worked so hard for... it's going to be gone. I'm going to lose the last of them."

"But... I thought your father was getting better..." Conner says. Then he realizes what Tim's been hiding. "He's not getting better, is he?" 

Tim shakes his head. His shoulders tremble. Conner holds him tight and he cries into Conner's shirt--soaking it. 

Tim tells him everything. From Bruce's offer for the company to his offer of fatherhood. Conner listens silently, rubbing Tim's back and nodding. When Tim finally calms down, Conner presses his lips to the top of Tim's head. The kiss so fleeting Tim wonders if he imagined it. "You're going to be okay. You at least have Bruce Wayne, don't you? And don't lose hope, stranger things have happened. Your father could wake up."

"And if he does, I'll have sold his company away, don't think that he'll be happy about that." 

"He'll be happy enough that he's alive and so are you."

You don't know my father, Tim wants to tell him. But he doesn't. 

Conner wipes his thumb across Tim's tear-streaked face. "I don't even know why I told you all of that."

"I've got a listener's face." He says.

Tim snorts. "Yes, exactly. That's what everyone says about you. Lex's infamously obedient child."

Conner winks. "Only for cute boys. Lex can screw himself." 

Tim raises an eyebrow. "Really?" The mysterious boy, who came from nowhere, heir to a fortune and company whose CEO he looked nothing like. Tim likes mysteries. Always did. 

And then there was the cute boy comment. Tim tries not to think about that one too hard. 

"Isn't that what the tabloids say?" Conner asks. He spreads his hands out in a half-shrug. 

"Guess I never really believed they really knew anything about you. Not that they really know anything about you."

"I'm a man of mystery." Conner shrugs uncomfortably.

"Clearly." Tim raises an eyebrow. "Come on, tell me something about yourself. Anything. I told you my entire life story."

"Uh uh. That's my business to keep." Conner says shaking his head, arms crossed over his chest. Tim sighs, but supposes that is his right.

Of course, without DI on his plate he can go back to his amatur conspiracy theorist detective work. Maybe he'll figure it out on his own. 

Tim sizes Conner up. Yeah, he can figure it out.  Conner's a teenager, and he exists which means he had to come from somewhere. He wasn't just born fifteen. Made in some lab. 

"Yeah," Tim agrees though, "that's fair."

Conner nods. There's a knock on the door and both boys jump as Tam pokes her head out. 

"Tim? Dad's says you better get back downstairs, Mr. Lord is saying some pretty nasty things about your father and Bruce is doing what he can but-"

"Thanks, Tam. I'll head down now." Tim tells her. 

She looks from him to Conner suspiciously. "Gothamites stick together," is her veiled response, her glare at Conner showing what she really wants to say. 

She leans back into the room and Tim just barely catches the door before it locks the two of them out again. 

"Wow. Tell us how you really feel." Conner grumbles at her back. 

Tim turns back to Conner. "Thanks. For... not being weirded out by me sobbing into your silk shirt." (Which is now ruined by the way, he doesn't say.)

"Hey, scandals stick together, right?" Conner offers with a quick grin. 

Tim smiles back and turns to leave when Conner grabs him by the hand. "Hey, wait-!"

Tim turns just as Conner bends down to kiss his lips gently. Tim is too stunned to react as Conner pushes past him into the room. His first kiss and it’s with a Luthor. "Text me next time you want to vent. Listening face." He says, pointing to said face to emphasize his point. "Wayne's got my number. I think." Then he disappears into the party. 

Tim watches him go, shocked. He's standing there so long, mouth open, that Luke walks past him at some point and he says: "I thought Tam told you what Dad said? You going back downstairs?" 

Which restarts Tim and he rushes downstairs, cheeks pink. 

~~~

"Well?" Lex asks as he and Conner sit in the limo back to the penthouse. "Learn anything useful from that Drake boy?"

Conner stares out the black tinted windows, watching as the streetlights zoom past and trying not to think about how Tim's lips had felt pressed against his. "Not a thing. Didn't even show up to the kid party like you said he would." 

Lex narrows his eyes at his son. "I see." 

Conner just shrugs. "Better luck next time."

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[ellana-ravenwood]

The Great Mall adventure -Bruce Wayne/Batfamily x Reader

Love the mall idea :-), and because I thought it might be redundant to write another story about shopping things, I joined two requests together, the mall thing, and @dannysanime​‘s request. Again, I feel like it’s “meh”, like I could write better...it’s really one of those months you know, Hope you guys will still like it : 

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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-Dick, I swear to the gods, if you do not make up your mind right now, we’re leaving you here. You’ll have to sleep in beds from Ikea, and rely on people’s charity to eat every day. We’ll come visit you sometimes though. 

Your husband laughed at your words, but immediately glared at some paparazzi taking pictures from a corner. Those people always thought they were so damn sneaky, while flashing you right in the face with their cameras. Idiots. Under the famous “bat-glare” (or “Wayne-glare” for that matter), the two paparazzis slowly backed away, but Bruce knew they’d come back. 

-But moooom ! How can I choose so fast ? I don’t know if I like the blue suit or the black suit, or the white and black, or the...

-So fast ? We’ve been here for three hours Dick ! 

-Mom, buying a suit is serious business, you can’t expect me to choose one in less than...five hours ! 

-Let’s just buy them all then ! So we’re finally done with it. I’m hungry. You know I get mean when I’m hungry boy. Especially in my current condition !!

Bruce smiled at you, and wrapped an arm around your waist, his free hand resting lightly on your swollen belly, and laid a kiss on your forehead. You calmed down a bit, but your other sons looked at Dick, a slight panic in their eyes. You were kinda mean when hungry normally, but now that you were pregnant and had to eat for two...they weren’t up for your constant sarcasms right now. Your oldest kid got the message, taking all of the suits he pre-selected in his arms. He stopped in front of his father, and Bruce slipped his debit card in his mouth (since his arms were full you know). 

-Heeeere we go, now come on every body, let’s go let’s go let’s go !

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Whenever Bruce had a (rare) day off, you’d always make sure to get the entire family together, and do something, an activity of any sort. Spent the day with each other. Last time you went to the fair and had a blast. But today, you all needed new clothes for an important gala coming up, the children needed some supplies for school, and you decided that a day at the mall didn’t sound that bad. You usually had a fun time, dodging paparazzis, eating junk food, buying things you didn’t really need and would donate later on...It was just a fun and useful time together. 

Besides, you were now six months pregnant and you guys needed to buy everything for that new baby coming, as you never had one home...It was scary and exciting at the same time. But you and Bruce, and your children as a matter of fact, were ready to welcome this baby boy (yup, another boy...) into this world. 

So here you were, in the mall, and just as Alfred let you guys out of the car, the first flash from cameras happened. You got pretty good at ignoring them, so you just walked past the photographers as if they weren’t there. You had to stop Jason from flipping them off, but you were pretty sure you saw Bruce do it...He hated paparazzis with a passion. 

-Ok so, let’s start by buying the suits, if I know you guys well, it’s the thing that’ll take the longest. 

By “you guys”, you really meant “Dick”, as he was the slowest one. Damn he could be so annoying when shopping for clothes...

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And sure enough, he took his damn time. When you saw him and almost thirty suits, you knew it was going to be long. 

You found your dress pretty fast, knowing what you wanted. It was one of those fancy clothes for pregnant woman, (your favorite color), and even with a swollen belly, you looked absolutely fantastic. Quite sexy. At least, that’s what Bruce thought. He bent down to whisper it in your hear and you couldn’t help but smile. His own smile was so bright and beautiful that you had to kiss him, and so you did. 

It always grossed your sons, but you and Bruce were so in love with each other that you could rarely keep your hands away from the other. You always had to touch in someway, and sometimes, you’d completely forgot that people were around you, and that you probably shouldn’t just make-out on the spot. 

Like right now. Tim and Damian nudging you in the ribs brought you back to reality. Jason and Dick were shielding you guys from paparazzis, and, a bit embarrassed, you both let go of each others. Or almost, as he kept your hand in his. 

Jason found an absolutely wonderful dark blue suit that made his eyes pop out. You thought he looked handsome, and wondered where the years went...it seemed only yesterday that this young nine year old boy came home with Bruce, and now, he was already nineteen. How the Hell did that happen ? 

Tim wanted to stay classic, and found a black tuxedo that fitted him perfectly. He looked like a young James Bond, and you were sure that he was going to break some hearts one day. One day because, he was too young to date. Come on, fifteen. No. When he was twenty maybe ? 

Damian opted for a very cute dark red three pieced suit. Oh my your baby looked so good in that ! “Baby”...You decided that, even when the actual baby would be born, you wouldn’t stop calling him that. They would all be forever your babies...No matter how much they hated the nickname. 

And Dick. Oh Dick. Bless that boy. He left with six different suits that he was able to narrow down from his thirty first choices...

Bruce found a black tuxedo too, understanding Tim and his “let’s stay classic and classy” idea. He looked as handsome as usual. That man could wear a burlap sack and still look good. And you knew you weren’t biased on that because he was the man you loved, everyone always thought he was damn good looking. Which never annoyed you, because you were the one with the ring. 

You looked at your husband for a minute, and just let out a contended sigh. Never in a million years would you have ever thought you’d be so happy one day. And yet, here you were, in front of the love of your life, with four wonderful children, and another one on the road...Perfect. Or almost perfect, you were getting hungry.

With a kiss to your Bruce while the children paid for the clothes, you went to the nearest fast food available. 

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-No but for real Bruce, I love you, but you’re a freak. 

He sighed, again with that...Why did you thought it so weird that he ate his burgers with a knife and fork ? 

-Really ? We’ve been married for over ten years, and you’re still not use to it ? 

-I’ll never get used to it dear. For real. Ne-ver. I still think it’s quite sexy though...

You winked at him, and he couldn’t help but smile. 

-Oh yeah ? 

-Yes, but then again, you could do anything and I’d find you sexy. 

-That’s funny, you know why ? 

He scooted his chair closer to you, and one of his hand went to hover behind your neck, while the other took one of your hand and entwined his fingers with yours. You held your breath. 

-Why ?

-You could do anything and I’d want to make l...

-WOW WOW WOW TIME OUT, TIME OUT ! You guys. Every time. Every single time. 

You turned to your youngest son, Damian, a bit surprised. Again, you guys were just so in love that sometimes, you forgot your surroundings...

-You need help parents, really. 

-I kinda agree with Dam’s, it gets old this lovey dovey behavior...

-Yeaaah, I agree with Damian and Jason, sometimes, it’s a bit over the top you know ? You guys should try to get a bit less in love when in public. 

-I don’t agree with them. You bought me a cream colored suit. Nothing can be wrong with people who let me buy a cream colored suit.

For some reason, Dick’s words made you burst out laughing. Damn those boys, they always made you so happy. When your fit of laughter (that spread to all your family members) finally subsided, you managed to say : 

-Oh man, I love you guys, I love you so much. 

-We love you too mom. 

-Yup, love you from the Earth to the Moon, and back. 

-Love you like a hobbit loves his second breakfast ! 

-...Wait wait wait, I wasn’t ready, I don’t have...Hum...Oh well, no need for fancy words, I love you mothe...mommy. 

Did they really have to melt your heart like that ? ...You hugged them, and you all finished your food. When you started to go, Bruce grabbed you by the waist, letting the boys take a bit of advance on you guys. 

-I’m a bit jealous sweetheart. 

-Good. 

-That’s not nice. 

-I’m not a nice person. 

-That’s not true, you’re the best. 

-Cheesy fucker. 

-Only because of you. 

-I love you. 

-I love you too (Y/N). 

But before you could resume one of your heated kiss in front of people (because you know, the forgetting your surroundings thing), a flash blinded you, and Bruce turned around with the speed of a cheetah, to glare at the paparazzis from earlier. With a sigh, you took his hand in yours, and left for the baby section of the mall. 

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-Alright boys, you have the next few hours free, and your dad’s gold card. Don’t go too crazy, buy things you need and stuffs. No weird things, I’m talking to you Timothy Drake Wayne, do NOT buy another poisonous toad please. 

A bit pouty, Tim follows his brothers, and you hope to god that you won’t be called by mall security because they did something that got them in trouble...With a sign of your head to Dick, you signify to him to be the responsible adult he should be, and he nods with a smile. ...You hoped more than ever that they’ll behave. 

And it’s time. Time for the baby shopping. A bit excited, a bit scared, your hand in Bruce’s, fingers intwined, you enter the baby shop. 

Bruce looks around awkwardly, unsure of what to do, and you squeeze his hand. He turns to look at you : 

-Hum where...where do you want to start ? 

-I don’t know...I...I’m not sure...Furnitures ? Crib ? 

-Maybe we can ask someone ? 

-I think we should. 

And on that note, you approach an employe of the shop, and she...screech. Very loudly. Bruce grimace, and you can’t help but put your hands on your ears.

-Oh my god oh my god, O.M.G !!!!! I can’t believe it ! You’re the Waynes !! We were talking with my colleague about how lit it would be for you to come in our store for your future baby and...here you are !! 

You force a smile on your face, and Bruce decides to take advantage of his famousness, something he rarely did. He could see the two paparazzi that have been following all day in the corner of his eyes, and so he asked : 

-Yes, here we are. Do you think that, by any chance, we could...privatize the shop ? 

He points at the paparazzi, and the girl understands. She nods and goes to close the shop’s doors. 

-The shop is all yours Mr. and Mrs. Wayne. 

Bruce gives her a charming smile, and you can’t help but chuckle to yourself. Oh that man. The girl blushes a bit, and starts to help you navigate the shop. 

You buy an amazing crib and smile at the mere thought of your future son in it, you feel Bruce’s arm wrap around your waist, and bring you next to him. He kissed your forehead, and you were pretty sure you heard the employee trying to muffle her “aaaawwwww”, which makes you smile at her too. She blushes once again, and your husband chuckle. It always worked for both of you. You were just very attractive and charming people. 

You get some furniture to put the babies’ stuffs away. You buy cute lights to put in his room, and so many things...it’s overwhelming. You find the cutest teddy bear you ever seen. 

As you turn to Bruce during the shopping, all smiling and things, he can’t help but kiss you. He looks at you fondly, falling in love with you all over again. He can’t believe that in three short months, you’d give birth to his son, a child he’ll be able to see grow up. A child he could raised from the beginning. It made his heart beat wildly. 

You went to the clothe section, and a special item caught your eyes. You showed it to Bruce, who smiled. Of course you would. 

It was a cute onesie with the bat-symbol, and written “Batman to the rescue” on it. There was also a Nightwing one, and a Robin one. Hell there was even a Red Hood and Red Robin one ! Good, so that your sons won’t be jealous. You took one of each. And bought some other really beautiful clothes. There was a pyjama that looked like a suit, and you thought it was so funny that you bought it. 

You packed on pacifiers and other baby bottles, just to be sure...You pretty much bought everything in the store, afraid you’d forget something your baby will need. The girl thought you and Bruce were so damn cute, all worried about getting the right stuffs, and clearly super in love (as you sometimes just kissed each other in front of her, as if you forgot her presence). She was kinda completely jealous of you to be honest...

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You finished your baby shopping, asking the employee of the shop to ship everything you bought to Wayne Mansion. A few days later, an gigantic truck would arrive at your house, and you’d think about how you might have been a bit overboard with your shoppings...

You met with the boys, who were so proud that hey only bought essentials. School supplies and...a shit tons of video games, DVDs, and candies. Of course. They warned their father that they also bought stuffs for some kids that were in it the stores that just sounded like they needed it, and their parents couldn’t afford the things. Nice boys. 

You went home with all your shoppings, joking on the way home, telling Alfred the story of your day at the mall. 

The next day, all the newspaper in Gotham read the headline : “The Waynes out on a great shopping mall adventures !” and you couldn’t help but cringe at those stupid articles titles. 

The pictures were great though. Hilarious even. In all of them, Bruce was glaring at the photographers, while the rest of you ignored them, and it was just the funniest thing ever. 

-For real dad, you should be used to it by now haha ! 

-Look hahahaha look at his face hahaha he’s like...Ebenezer Scrooge or something haha...

-Or the Grinch. “I’m never happy, I’m gonna be broody forever” hahaha. 

-I don’t sound like that !

-Oh but honey, you kinda do haha. Good one Dick. 

-Oh my god look at his face now haha, he’s soooo pissed. 

It went on for hours, you and your sons teasing Bruce. 

The only pictures where he didn’t look grumpy were the one where he kissed you...oops, never mind, even on one of those he had his eyes open and looked at the paparazzi taking the picture angrily. 

Ooooh Bruce. 

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Three months later, the first pictures of Thomas Clark Wayne appeared in the paper, and this time, Bruce couldn’t look grumpy in any of the photos. 

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