“Please don’t freak out, but my water just broke” - Batfam x Reader
Synopsis : Your water breaks during a storm in Gotham, which prevents you to get to a hospital right away...Freak outs all around ensues. Except for you, as you try, while in labour, to calm your family down.
I’ve had that idea in my head for a while haha. So here we are. I hope you’ll enjoy to read this story, as usual don’t hesitate to leave a comment, reblog, and such ^^. Thank you, and here we go :
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It was a dark and rainy night, and a storm was brewing.
The weather outside was downright awful, the kind of weather that makes you want to curl under a warm blanket, with a cup of warm tea or chocolate milk, and read. Or watch a movie. Just stay inside, safe and sound.
Living near the Atlantic wasn’t without danger of a natural disaster, although storms were rare in Gotham. But oh when they happened...You couldn’t see the end of it. It could last for days, and it was rather violent.
The city, courtesy of Wayne Inc, had turned most buildings into “hurricane proofs” shelters so that in the rare occurrence of such a storm happening, everyone would lock themselves in. Safe and sound.
Iron curtains would come down, foundations of skyscrapers were reinforced etc etc. The “hurricane protection” program started with Bruce’s parents, and their son finished it after years of construction work, and patience. Despite having a terrible reputation crime wise, the city was known to be one of the safest in the USA in case of a natural disaster such as this.
Bruce had also installed “Hurricane relief funds” so that every single citizen would have enough supplies to actually stay in.
Yes. Violent storms (or rather, “hurricanes”), were rare, in Gotham. But they happened. And most people hated them, understandably so. Even if nowadays they were safe, great damages would still be done. It was one thing to get your car blown up by the Joker, it was fine, there were insurances for that...But it was another thing to get it flooded and/or destroyed by a goddamn storm. Thanks god for that Wayne guy “relief funds” eh.
Especially since, well, this was Gotham. Nothing was ever half-assed here. When the weather was getting real bad, it was getting REAL bad. And of course, being isolated in your home for a few days was never fun.
And then there was you. Probably one of the only person who loved hurricanes.
Selfishly so, but then again, everyone was allowed to be a little selfish, sometimes. Especially when the reason you liked when there were storms...Was because your entire family would gather in Wayne Manor.
And your entire family being in the same place at the same time ? Well, let’s just say it was almost as rare as hurricanes in Gotham. Almost, there was still moments you could gather all together, but oh with your children growing up it was getting harder and harder to do it.
So, stormy nights ? Let’s be a little selfish and be glad that they happened, just so you could have your family close to you. You relieved a little of your guilt knowing that Wayne Inc and your foundation would help people repair the damage, so it was ok if you wanted more hurricanes right ? To see your kids ? Everyone was safe anyway.
Not even the bad guys, went out during those times. It would be a death wish to do so. Which meant even Bruce, stayed home for the nights.
How ironic, that it’s on one such dark and stormy night, that you affectionate so much because they get you to stay at home with your family, that a very pregnant you’s water would break...
Gotham’s meteorologist were always right, when it came to coming storms. A few days prior to one, they would make all necessary announcement and everything would be put into place.
The city was often taken by surprise by attacks from a large and colorful array of criminals. But storms ? That was under control.
Your family was definitely prepared, although your husband was a little worried because you were rather close to the due date.
Bruce wanted you to stay the storm’s duration in the hospital, just in case. But you refused, because little Thomas wasn’t due for another three weeks, and you wanted to spend time with your family in the privacy of your home.
“Bruce, we’re fine, he’s not suppose to show up before a few weeks still. It’d be very unlucky if he suddenly decides to come out now.”
You felt that three weeks was definitely a large enough time, and your son would come when he was supposed to. Plus you weren’t going to push yourself too much. Anyway, your children, Alfred and Bruce were absolutely doting on you (which was nice). There was no chance you’d “set in motion the delivery” (Tim had very...original ways of calling childbirth) by being too active. You were just going to chill with your family, probably fall asleep earlier, let Bruce carry you to bed etc etc.
You would quickly come to the conclusion that you were wrong, and that you should’ve listened to your husband. Never again, would you underestimate your youngest child ability to surprise you, and his proficiency to impatience.
Because as the storm was finally fully raging, and you were walking towards the couch to enjoy a good movie night...
Not a sound, nor a feeling you liked. You froze on the spot, in shock for a few seconds, not sure what had happened, until you realized...Yup, your water definitely broke.
The next steps were going to be very delicate. You had to tell that to your family, without them freaking out. And ah, you knew them.
To people who didn’t know them well, they might all appear in control of their emotions, and ready for whatever could come at them. Your husband was the goddamn Batman after all. He always had a plan, right ? And he schooled himself for years, to control his emotions perfectly.
Dick was a joyful boy (man, now) yet extremely serious when he had the Nightwing costume on. He was the one who resembled Bruce the most, in a lot of ways. A leader, capable of taking that weight on while keeping a cool head.
Jason could appear more emotional to everyone else. Prompt to explode in anger, and let his impulsivity get the better of him. And in a way, it was true. He had always acted on impulse, and could get his emotions overwhelm him. Except in serious and dangerous situation. In those times, he knew exactly how to control himself. His older brother, Dick, was one of his role model for this. The capacity to not let his emotions run his actions.
Tim was a very cerebral being. He was able to detach himself from every single situation and keep calm, analyzing every details to find solutions. You were kinda counting on him to stay relax and help you direct the others.
Cass could appear emotionless, if not cold, to a lot of people. That was because she had been raised to be a living weapon, and sometimes, human interactions were a little hard for her. It didn’t mean she didn’t have any emotion though, oh no, on the contrary. But she was very good at staying calm and collected, so you were counting on her too, here.
Duke was an anxious teen, but he had that rare talent that made him capable of controlling his stress and using it as a driving force. Just like with Tim, you were kind of hoping he would use his freakout as a springboard to find solutions.
Damian was a little ball of nerve, to whoever didn’t really know him. He was actually a very smart child, who lived with a lifetime of guilt and who wanted nothing more than to redeem himself. To you, he was one of the sweetest little boy you ever met, but he was definitely going to freakout right now. He wasn’t just yet as in control of his emotions as the rest of your family.
Ah, but in this situation, none of them would remain master of themselves. You sort of forshadowed it, knowing them as well as you did. You were standing still, looking at them as they were waiting for you (pee breaks were happening often, while you were pregnant), you felt a surge of panic that you tried as best as you could to shut down. You had to remain calm, because you knew they weren’t going to.
Jason and Dick, as if they were kids again, were fighting to have the most comfortable armchair in the room. Both were incredibly stubborn, and they ended up sitting in it uncomfortably, sharing half of the chair, sure that the other one was going to give up (very unlikely). It alleviated your anxiety about losing your water just now, if only for a few seconds, to see your sons, now grown men (they were still your babies, and only in their early to mid-twenties !), “fight” like they used to when they were younger.
Tim had taken his favorite spot, on a bean bag you deemed absolutely uncomfortable but that the boy loved. He’d sit in it, right in front of you and Bruce’s legs, because he liked the comfort of knowing you were near.
It was Damian and Cass’ turn to sit next to you and Bruce, and they were already in their place.
Duke was sitting in the armchair just in front of the one Jason and Dick were fighting for...An exact replica of the armchair they were arguing over. Years ago, to stop them from fighting because of it, Bruce bought the same model again. Both your sons said it wasn’t the same and they liked the other better (it was the EXACT same one). Duke looked at them, rolling his eyes, comfortably settled in that great armchair, quite amused by his oldest brothers behavior.
Alfred was distributing hot beverages, and would soon go sit in his own dedicated armchair...but then he saw you. And he immediately understood.
Good. Saved you the task to tell them what happened, right ?
Alfred’s worried look was quickly spotted by Bruce, who was already sitting down, and he turned around as fast as a certain Wally West (at least, it felt to you that it was that fast). He saw you, standing, and at your feet...A puddle of “water”. You had just lost your amniotic fluid.
You were about to...
“WHAT THE FUCK ??”
Before Bruce could react, Jason, who, as many little brothers around the world, had been ejected from his spot by his older sibling, was about to go back to the fight to get that armchair, when he also saw you.
Your husband turning around to look at you, plus Jason’s sudden exclamation, made it very clear to everyone else what was happening. They all turned to you, a few seconds of silence (the silence before the storm ? Pun non intended), only the wind outside was heard. And then...
Everything went dark. And the panic started.
Just like in many cases of hurricanes, the power went out. And apparently, it had a sense for a dramatic flair, as it happened just as everyone realized that you were about to give birth, and how bad the situation was.
Fortuntely, Wayne Manor had multiple generators, and they started by themselves after a few seconds, during which you heard your children, and Bruce, scramble toward you while also trying to be careful not to just run into you and hurt you (or the baby).
The light went back on, and you were surrounded by worried eyes as they all started to talk at the same time :
“What are we going to do, we can’t go to the hospital ???”
“I’m sure the bat mobile could endure the storm !”
“If we go with the bat mobile though, won’t everyone know it’s us ?”
“Yeah we’d be sus, but hello, mom is about to have a babyyyy !”
“HOLY SSHHH ! SHE IS !!”
“Guys.” You tried to squeeze in, but they didn’t hear you. Couldn’t hear you.
“What are we going to do ??”
“Boys. Stop yelling. Might scare baby brother.” Cass was distributing little slaps on her brothers foreheads to make them stop, but she didn’t seem calm either. In fact, you knew she was freaking out, just like they all were !
Bruce had taken you into his arms, and carried you to the couch, before you could say a word, and was pacing in front of you. And, wow. It calmed you for a few seconds, to be honest, because that was quite the sight.
Have you ever seen Bruce panicking ? Maybe like, twice in all the years you’ve been together. And even then, he managed to keep his cool. But there ? Not really. He seemed lost, and unsure. Which was a first. But who would blame him ? Even the Batman himself, could freak out at the thought of having his wife about to give birth, while an access to a hospital was nearly impossible ! And with nobody in the house knowing how to deliver a baby !
Oh this wasn’t good. They were about to make you freak out too, and you knew that once you were panicking as well, things would go from bad to worst.
Someone had to keep it together. And to be honest ? You were feeling fine, even if your water broke. And ah, you just realized. You didn’t feel any contractions ! This wasn’t the start of it yet, you had time to gather your thoughts and think of this calmly !
“What if we have to deliver the baby ??”
“I think I’m going to throw up, and I’m not sure if it’s because of the fact maybe we’ll deliver the baby, or because I’m so stressed.”
“Don’t throw up on me bro !”
“Maybe we could...No, no that wouldn’t work...Or maybe...” Bruce was mumbling, his brain clearly not wanting to work properly. He was obnubilated by the fact things could go very wrong, and your life as well as his son’s were in danger.
None of them were listening to you, and it was becoming increasingly stressful to see them in such a state.
“Guys, guys, GUYS !”
You raised your voice very rarely, but when you did, there was that edge to it that instantly made all of them shut up. Maybe it was the surprise at you screaming that stopped them, or maybe you genuinely scared them back into place because they knew how scary you could be when angry (the only occurrences you might scream).
“Listen, my contractions didn’t begin ok ? I’m not actually in labour yet ? It could be a few hours before it starts, it is common.”
You visibly saw Bruce’s face relax, because...He had time. It wasn’t sure how long, but at least he had some time to think. And he needed it. He needed time to gather his thoughts, to calm down, and think of this logically. With pragmatism. He was sure he could think of a viable solution, with this valuable time. You smiled at him, and added :
“It gives us time to- AAAAH.”
You mentally slapped yourself, as you were pretty sure your optimism just jinxed it...Because you just had your first contraction. That baby wanted out. You could feel it.
All Hell broke loose.
Your scream of pain (and surprise really, you didn’t expect to have a contraction so suddenly) put your entire family in a state you never saw them in.
Alfred was nowhere to be seen, while you were desperately looking for him so he could help you calm your family down. He had disappear as the light went back on, and you assumed he was fetching some things to make you comfortable. At least, you hoped he was.
Your children were not armed against seeing you in pain. They rarely saw you hurt, and it was always such a grand source of distress when you were.
They were downright freaking out, even more than before.
Your contractions were very spaced out, which made you think this was just slowly started. But they wouldn’t know that, would they ? Plus, you definitely screamed in pain. And they really didn’t like that.
Bruce, oh boy. Bruce was in a state. He was even worst than your kids when it came to you getting hurt. He just couldn’t bear it. And you could see that he was not doing well right now, and felt powerless as he knew there was no way he could get you to a hospital. At least, not without breaking the secret that he was Batman.
The phone lines were off, so there were no calling for help (anyway, you were pretty sure, given the violence of the storm outside, that nobody would’ve been able to come).
Alfred had reappeared with a fresh beverage that you definitely needed to calm and cool down, and disappeared once more God knew were.
You could see Damian was on the verge of crying, not able to handle all this stress and scared to death that something bad would happen to you.
This instantly calmed Jason who took his role as a big brother very seriously (Dick did so much for him, when he was younger, even if most people always thought he wasn’t present before his death...it was wrong, Dick had been a constant presence in his life, always there for him, and the first one able to approach him and talk to him when he came back as the Red Hood). He went to Damian, and cradled him (maybe a bit roughly) in his arms, patting him on the back to calm him down.
Damian didn’t cry, but he did stay latched on his brother for a bit.
Cassandra was pacing all around the room, nervously cracking ALL of her bones, and you knew she was not doing well and was rather panicked because of how unable to stay still she was. She’s always been a discreet girl, so seeing her pacing around and such was quite a sight. Not a very good one, really. You wished you could reassure her, but you didn’t know how.
Tim was in his own world, clearly trying to calculate all outcomes possible of the situation, and not quite liking the results because he was sweating profusely, and obviously was about to freakout even more. Dick, seeing this, also tried to do what Jason did and calm down to take care of him...but Tim said something in his ear and all of a sudden Dick went really pale, and they both kept rambling about things, hyping each others up in the worst way possible. You could only hear a few things they were saying, but it was clear they were imagining the worst scenarios that could possibly happen, and it was not good at all.
Duke was next to you, and you were honestly not sure whether he was more trying to calm himself or you. He didn’t know what to say, but held your hand and kept nodding, trying to convince you (and himself) that everything was going to be ok.
Suddenly, Bruce stopped in his track, took a look at the sky, and started yelling : “Clark ! CLARK !”
“What are you doing Bruce ?”
Another contraction arrived just after your question, and you did your best to not scream as to not provoke even more panic in your family, but they could clearly see by your face that you were in pain.
Bruce turned his head the other way, as he knew he was going to lose it completely if he saw that expression one more time. And he answered, bluntly :
Silence. You knew the phone lines were off, it always happened during a storm in Gotham, phones just didn’t work. And you were a little confused by your husband reaction.
Calling Clark ? How ?
“CLARK HURRY UP GODDAMNIT !!”
Your kids stopped what they were doing (which was great, because what they were currently doing, was freaking the hell out and it was doing nobody any good), and looked at their father as if he definitely had lost it.
The front door, you knew this was the front door. That clearly just shattered. Maybe because of the storm ? This couldn’t be someone.
Because first, who the Hell was crazy enough to come all the way up here with that kind of weather outside ?? And second, nobody was strong enough to destroy that massive door, right ?
By then, it hadn’t quite hit you that only one answer to this question, “who could it be if it was a person”, was possible.
Bruce left, and came back quickly with...
Well. Yes. Clark Kent. One of your best friend, also known as “Superman”.
“I knew this must’ve been an emergency when you called me “Clark” instead of “Superman””.
He was smiling, of that smile you all knew all too well. But there was a strange edge to it, and you knew that Bruce had filled him in on the way.
But you weren’t quite sure how he got there. Of course, being Superman, the storm wasn’t really a problem, but...how ? How did he know ?
On that moment, you couldn’t think straight. Your water had broken, your family was freaking out all around and you didn’t know how to calm them, and now Clark was here and you just couldn’t think of why and how ??
And then it hit you. And you felt dumb that you didn’t think of it before. Of course, given the situation, you were most definitely not to blame for a little cognitive lapse.
Clark had super hearing.
But still, did he really hear Bruce yelling from all the way to Metropolis ??
You managed to ask, in between contractions who were worryingly getting closer and closer.
“I heard Bruce.”
“Oh yeah, I know the sound of y’all’s voice. It’s the same for Lois, Jon, Conner...Everyone important to me, you know ?”
“You...know the sound of our voice ?”
“Is that weird ?”
If it was anybody else than Clark Kent, you would’ve found it slightly creepy. I mean, someone knowing how your voice sounds exactly, to the point that he could recognize you calling for help in the cacophony the world was ???
Well, granted, not many people had super-hearing. But, yes, if it was anyone else but your good friend, you would’ve been freaked out. But Clark ? Clark was the golden retriever of your friend group. A little too nice for his own good at times (although you already saw him angry, and were DEFINITELY happy he was your friend, and on the “good side”). And definitely the kind that cared a LOT about the people close to him. It wasn’t that surprising that he imprinted in his head the exact sound his close friends and family made. Although honestly, it was impressive that he was able to isolate you guys’ voices...Then again, we were talking about Superman.
He’d never cease to impress you. Not like you’d ever that to Bruce anyway, so what was the arm in thinking it ? Another contraction took you out of your reveries and Bruce said :
“You have to fly her to Gotham’s hospital. I have a batsuit downstairs which she can get into so”
“Bruce -aaaaaah- I’m fine, I’m fine Clark, don’t worry, contractions ya know. Bruce, if we do that, everyone will know you’re Batman. It’s going to be SO obvious.”
“I don’t care, your safety and the little one’s are more important.”
You felt your heart melting, and if the situation was different, you would’ve jumped into his arms...
Your children gathered around, clearly agreeing with their father. So what if their secret identities were revealed, if it meant their mom and little brother would be safe ?
And it was so sweet. The very example of what “unconditional love” meant. But it wasn’t possible, it simply wasn’t. They weren’t thinking straight, you said :
“We will all be in more danger if people know who we really are, and I can’t let that happen”.
Silence. And...Well, yes. If it was known who Batman really was, and who his sidekicks were, your entire family’s life would constantly be at stake. That’s without counting that what they were doing was illegal, and they would certainly get arrested fast, no matter what Jim Gordon’s feelings were about them (you were pretty sure he guessed years ago who Batman really was, but would never say it because he thought he was important for Gotham).
Taking a deep breath, you finally found the force in you to fully calm down. It only took the thought of your family to be in danger to finally make you think clearly :
“So far, everything is going on fine. I am feeling like I am suppose to feel. Am I terrified ? A little bit. But nothing is going wrong. There’s no complications, you know that, you read the books about childbirth.”
“Oh, childbirth for dummies or childbirth 101 ?” Clark asked, clearly trying to ease the atmosphere.
“Both.” Bruce answered, almost mechanically, as he was studying you to see if everything was indeed going as well as you were saying. Well, albeit for the fact you were about to give birth home, while it really wasn’t planned.
“I read them too, when Lois was pregnant with Jon. They were very informative and reassuring and-Right. Sorry. Not the right time.”
Ah, but Clark few words made you smile. The golden retriever of your friend group for sure. And the way your husband glared at him ? Priceless. You continued :
“We’re not gonna use Clark and a batsuit to take me to the hospital. It’s definitely too obvious, and a bad idea in the long run. The storm will not stop any time soon, so let’s think this logically and aAAaAAAaaa- sorry, sorry, I’m fine. Let’s think this aaAAAAAaah !”
“Six seconds apart, mom’s contractions are six seconds apart !! The baby is definitely coming !!”
Tim exclaimed, panicking again after this short lull in the “freakout department” that the surprise of Clark’s appearance gave. And you could see they were all about to go into “hyper mode” again, as it was becoming clearer and clearer that you will have this baby here.
Even Clark, who finally realized what the situation truly was, seemed about to panic and man, have you ever seen Superman himself panic ? It’s not a sight you wanted to see again.
You were about to, once again, try to calm them down (although it sort of felt that the fact you had contractions that were closer and closer, and that you couldn’t help but show your pain each time it happened, was making things worst) when...
The back door opened, and :
“Oh, a visitor. Unexpected but...yes, yes actually, Mister Kent, it’s good you’re here. You will be able to keep this lot away while we do what we have to do.”
Alfred had reappear, wearing surgical gloves and a white coat.
“Alright, let’s go, Lady (Y/N)”
Alfred. Who had been strangely discreet, this past few hours of freakout from your family. He was there, taking care of you. Bringing you everything you needed before you even knew you needed it. That constant reassuring presence in your life, as usual.
But he didn’t speak much. And when he wasn’t bringing you things, he was nowhere to be seen.
You didn’t really think much of it up until now, as he reappeared dressed like that. Your mind was occupied elsewhere, to notice. Same for your husband, and your children, who would usually call him for help right away. But the specific situation send all your brains’ into overdrive, and none of you really were able to think beyond the panic.
“Follow me now, please. Time is of the essence, now that the contractions are close. Thank you, Master Timothy, for keeping track of this.”
You couldn’t quite grasp what was happening, but Bruce seemed to catch up faster. He rushed to you, picked you up, and followed Alfred.
Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass, Duke and Damian were close behind, Clark in the back, following by instinct more than anything.
When he heard Bruce calling him, the panic hearable in his voice, he didn’t think twice. Lois told him to go, and he did, leaving behind a calm family night to rush to his friend’s aid.
He arrived quickly, of course, and Bruce filled him in. He wanted him to take his pregnant wife, you, to the nearest hospital. In the storm. With a batsuit. Risking to divulge the secret of his identity.
If you didn’t say something, Clark would have spoken up. He had never seen Batman in that state...Then again, it’s been years since their first encounter. He had learned that the Bat hid a lot behind his mask of coldness and harshness.
Anyway, as for now, Clark was following along, ready to help if need be. Truly, the golden retriever of the friend group.
While on the way, Alfred started to explain what the Hell was going on. He, on the opposite of everyone else, seemed completely calm and collected :
“I’ve prepared anything necessary to bring this baby into this world. Lesl- Dr Thompkins and I prepared a birth plan, just in case. We are going to the room I’ve prepared, now. If you need my credentials : I received extensive courses from Lesl- Dr Thompkins in case this would happen. It was most definitely a probability given Master Bruce’s...Night work. I’m sorry it took me a while to settle things properly. Follow me please. So we can take care of this.” (hello I secretly ship Alfred and Leslie Thompkins haha)
“Lady (Y/N), you have been in labor for quite a bit now. In pain.”
Bruce visibly flinched at the words “in pain”, and the kids all turned to you, beyond worried. They knew this was definitely painful, but putting things into words made it that much more real. And they were on the edge of freaking out once more..But Alfred didn’t give them time to, putting them into action.
“From your symptoms, and the amount of contractions getting closer and closer, we can clearly not wait. Like father like son, this baby is already quite an impatient one.”
“You will ask questions later, for now, hurry along.”
The “butler” always had the best words to shut everyone up. Anyway, you were all kind of too stunned to react more to this all thing. After a few minutes, he stopped in front of a room that is very rarely used. One of the guest bedroom and :
“Wow, when did you do all this ?”
“As soon as your water broke, I did my best to help you, and settle things here. I was hoping you would go into labor later, hopefully the phone lines would be back on so we could call the Dr. But, this will do. I’m sorry, I had to hurry.”
The room looked like a hospital room. A bed was made, and everything needed for a baby delivery seemed to be here. This further convinced you into the fact that Alfred was not a human, but a fae of some sort who was to protect Bruce and his loved ones at all cost. He was most definitely magic. How else would he have put all this together so fast ?
“To reassure you on my credentials on the matter once again, I am actually a trained midwife.”
“You are ??”
“Like I said, the eventuality of you having to give birth in the Manor could happen. Les- Dr Thompkins and I therefor made a birth plan for you, just in case. I am sorry my dear, for not telling you sooner. I really wished we would’ve avoided this evenuality...Although I had worst scenarios in my mind.”
“Well, in one of the emergencies I thought about, Wayne Manor was under attack and we had to go to the safe room and it’s honestly no place to give birth. A storm is alright. Manageable.”
Both you and Bruce were STUNNED. Everyone was.
Jason shook his head, chuckling to himself and saying something along the line of : “Old man still surprises me even after all these years.” and his siblings agreed. You were even pretty sure you heard a few “holy shit”, which, coming from your kids who didn’t swear often, was quite something.
“Wait, you’re a trained midwife ? You can’t be a trained midwife so fast, right ? You’re always here as well, when did you train anyway ?” Damian asked, suspicious, as he was thinking of nothing else but your safety. And his little brother’s.
Alfred cleared his throat a little, before taking that tone of voice, the one he took when he was saying something he found embarrassing :
“Well um...When it became serious between Master Bruce and Lady (Y/N), I took some classes. Just in case. Evidently, it was the right kind of thinking ahead.”
Ah. Well, it made sense. After all, Bruce had got his “I always have a plan” thing from the man who ended up raising him.
“Wait, when it started to get serious ? That was years ago..”
“Yes, I had quite an extensive training, as I said. Once again, sorry I hid this from you all. It was um, in cases of emergencies. Now enough chit chat, we have a baby to deliver !”
Alfred cut all possible questions with this. It wasn’t the time, right now, to wonder about what he did in his free time. They might ask about it later, and maybe he’ll answer. For now, there was a “baby to deliver” !
At those words, you saw how your kids were getting a little panicky. Well. Yes, watching a baby being born wasn’t very glamorous. Watching your MOM give birth ? Yikes.
“I need all of you to stay calm, and help me run this smoothly.”
Alfred. One of the pillar of this family, the calming force that could soothe all of you in a few words.
“Alright. Everyone out now, except for Master Bruce, who will assist me. Please Mister Kent, keep the children out, no matter what is heard in this room. Their intervention will only complicate things.”
Clark nodded, and left the room with your kids, who all still looked hella worried about you. Alfred smiled at you, winked, and added, a little mischievously:
“Plus, let’s not scar the children, today.”
Everything went so fast.
Alfred was constantly monitoring your temperature, pulse, blood pressure, and the baby’s heart rate.
And the good news ? Everything was going perfectly fine.
Bruce had calmed down and listened to every single instruction Alfred was giving him. Reassured that the butler thought of everything, and had the right machines to monitor everything important about you.
And everything was doing good. Everything was doing good.
Little Thomas definitely wanted out, and the good thing was that he put himself headfirst, which ensured a smooth delivery.
Smooth, but given the fact you were at home, not without pain...
A few hours later.
Clark had to stop the kids, a few times, from rushing in the room because of your screams. In the end, it was good, that he came. He hadn’t been able to bring you to a hospital, but his presence was clearly necessary.
Letting Alfred do his thing was vital, right now. And Clark took his role very seriously. Especially since he was about to become an uncle !!
Well, again. He already had five little people (although Dick and Jason weren’t so little anymore...) he considered his nephews and niece. But still !
Silence was slowly coming back in Wayne Manor, but the door to the room still didn’t open.
“It’s taking so long !”
“Calm down Damian, things will be alright. It’s Alfred we’re talking about. And mom. She’s tough, and he clearly knows what he’s doing.”
Dick was trying to reassure his nervous little brother, but it was clear he was himself rather nervous. Tim added :
“Child birth can sometimes take days, in some cases. It’s actually rare it’s taking only a few hours, especially for a first kid.”
Jason gasped, and said :
“Days ? I don’t think I can handle it. I will fight you !”
Clark, whom Jason was pointing at, chuckled and said :
“It’s alright, this is pretty standard. Jon was born after 48 hours of labor.”
“Well that’s because he’s a born annoyance ! My brother will not be that kind of person !”
Clark didn’t even say anything about the comment Damian said about his son. He knew the two of them were best friends, and that the stress always got the better of your own son. He also found it a little funny that he was already in full blown “protective older brother mode”.
“Can’t we open the door a little, to make sure everything is fine ?” Duke asked, trying to go pass Clark who didn’t let him through.
“Boys, calm. No more freakouts. Or I’ll freakout.”
Cassandra murmured, and there was a dangerous edge to her voice. It definitely told them they should stop blabbering and trying to get into the room. She was about to add something when-
Finally, the door opened, and from inside, they could hear the sound of a baby crying.
“It’s done. And they’re both ok..”
Bruce almost crumbled to the floor right there, as the stress of the night was suddenly lifted from his shoulders. But he held tight, holding himself up against the door, as he let the kids peek in.
“Can we see her ? Is it ok ?”
“Well, she’s very tired and-”
“It’s ok, it’s ok, come in.”
Your voice, albeit a little weak, still resounded all the way to them. The baby wasn’t crying anymore.
The door opened fully, Bruce let the children go through (and Clark, Clark went through too. Meh, after all, he was part of the family) and...
The emotions Dick felt were indescribable. The feelings Jason was overwhelmed with were too strong. The sentiments that filled Tim were intense. The force of the warmth taking hold of Damian, as he looked as his little brother, was immense. A strong fire lit in Cass’ heart, and she knew it would never be extinguishable. The sensation which took hold of Duke’s entire being knew no bounds.
And Bruce. Bruce’s eyes, as he looked at you and his newborn son in your arms, were filled with unshed tears and love. So much love.
Clark sniffled at the sight of that little cute baby. And that was it. That was it.
The massive freakout was over.
And Thomas Wayne II had fallen asleep, probably feeling safe and sound after the most traumatizing time of his life (they often say the day your born is a huge trauma). Probably already feeling the love that surrounded him.
The next few days, as the storm slowly faded away, things went swimmingly good. The phone lines were back on, and a quick call to Dr. Thompkins confirmed the birth happened perfectly fine.
Little Thomas was healthy, and so were you.
You had to admit, you rarely got to hold your son, because he was constantly in one of his siblings’ arms, or his dad, or even Alfred. But you were ok with this. You knew, after the stress of his birth, they needed to know he was doing good.
Plus, those who didn’t hold your son, were doting on you with extra fervor. Making sure you had everything you needed, and that you were resting properly.
More than once, as Thomas started to cry, one of his sibling snuck into yours and Bruce’s room to take care of him.
Those first few days, the fact that there was a storm, was honestly a blessing. Because otherwise, they would be most of the time out taking care of crimes in Gotham ! But as the storm went on for a few days, a plan of action was able to be put into place.
First, it was great that everyone could be here for those first crucial day. Everyone took turn to take care of Thomas. But also, second, it gave you all time to put Bruce’s plans in action. Each night, at least two of your family member would stay home with you, while the others went out.
For at least a year, there was extra passion into cleaning Gotham’s streets of all crime. Because now...Now they had one more motivation to do so.
Nobody ever talked about it, but you all more or less vowed to never let Thomas become a night vigilante. He was doomed to, if you couldn’t put Gotham straight before he was of age. So there was even more effort than before, to make the world a safer place.
Your youngest son came into the world in rather...Special circumstances. For a special boy. And he was loved, so loved. A cherished baby, surrounded by the unconditional love of his family. And oh, before he was even born, he was already so loved.
The freakout everyone went through the night he was born was proof enough of that..
Well, I hope you liked this :). As usual, comments and reblogs are more than welcome, and are very motivating and encouraging to write more !! It also alleviate my nervousness of always thinking I write terrible stories hahahaha. Haha for real, I really hope this story did not disappoint you ! See you soon with another story !
Just in case, the baby that chose the worst time to decide to be born, is the one you can find in all those stories hehe : The Great Mall adventure, Master of Diaper, Shaky steps and bad teaching, Polichinelle, “Go away, you’re confusing my baby”, Wild Child 2 “We want them back”, How do you make babies ?, “Mom got lost again” , The day he understood what Death means, What it means to be a big brother - By Damian Wayne in case you wanna catch up :).
Y/N, opens the door to see a GCPD officer: Hello officer, how can I help you?
Officer: We’re looking for the son of Mr. Wayne
Y/N: is everything okay?
Officer: No, actually, Mr. Wayne’s son broke the law. Is he here?
Y/N: Uhm which of his sons?
Officer, impatiently: the one who recently committed a crime
Y/N, looking over her shoulder to see Damian, Tim, Jason and Dick sprinting out the back door:
Y/N: I’m gonna need you to be more specific
“Self-care is important, you IDIOT” - Batfam x Reader
Synopsis : It’s rare. You meddling with your family’s “vigilante activity”. It’s rare. On the contrary, you usually support them, and you understand why they do it. But sometimes...Sometimes, it really gets on your nerves how little they take care of themselves ! And you’re not afraid of telling them, ALL of them. Wether it’s Bruce aka “The idiot” (your idiot), your kids, or even Alfred !
I had a dream about this, so I had to write it haha. Just a small compliation of ficlets/drabbles (some longer than other) on the same subject that I compiled together, while I still work on a bigger project that I’ll hopefully post soon ;). A bonus fic, if you will. I hope you’ll like it nonetheless ! Comments and reblogs are of course, as usual, always very welcomed :) :
Bruce knew that, when you called him an “idiot”, it was serious.
Your relationship was based on mutual respect, communication, healthy habits and, of course, a lot of love. So you calling him an “idiot”…It meant something.
It meant you were angry with him. And it only happened in one specific situation : When he didn’t properly take care of himself.
Bruce was a man of the extreme. Yes. “Was”. He was more temperate, now. Thanks to you, in a big part. Thanks to his children too. And to the constant love and support you all gave him.
Which sometimes lead to you calling him an idiot.
It was less frequent, nowadays. But at the beginning of your relationship ? Oh boy. The issue often came when he was “off duty”. Home. And when he’d work out up until he couldn’t anymore. And at first, it was source of “fights” between you two.
His work as Batman ? You understood it. You knew he was putting himself, every night, in danger. And why he was doing it. His work as CEO of Wayne Inc ? It was needed. He did so much good with his company. But when he was home. The rare moment of peace. He spend all of it training. And it couldn’t go on.
“I’m not saying to not work out, and you know that ! I’m saying being so intense is completely unsustainable, and you know it ! You’ll end up breaking your body before you’re even forty !!”
Bruce knew. He knew. And the truth was ? A part of him knew he would never be able to be Batman forever. Of course. So his idea was to push himself to his limits, to accomplish his work as fast as possible ! So what, if he sacrificed his body and mind for it ? As long as he achieved his goal : a safer place for children to grow in. So nobody will ever experience what he lived through.
Ah. But you disagreed. In part because you loved him, of course, but also because you believed in his cause. You believe in bringing Gotham back from the chaos it was in. And you were intimately CERTAIN that Bruce would break himself before finishing his goal if he continued like this.
You put things into perspective.
Showed him his self-destructive behavior.
There was a “before” and “after” you, when it came to Bruce’s work out. He still worked out a lot of course, but now, he also had “low intensity” work outs, and did yoga.
Which could sound ridiculous, to people who had a certain idea of the Batman. But it wasn’t.
It was a way of going the farthest in his goals, in his want and need to give Gotham a chance to get better. To give its inhabitants a better future.
Working out, keeping himself in shape (which arguably he did every time he went out as Batman), it was important. But what good would it do if his body couldn’t keep up ? He was, after all, just a man. He would for sure break, if everything was “all work and no play”.
And oh. Oh his life had been just that for so long. Training, training, and more training. Fighting, solving crimes, more fighting. Going home to sleep a few hours, and then go back to train.
It was as if he was a machine, going through life mechanically for the sole purpose of Justice.
And you were right, it wasn’t sustainable. He probably would’ve cracked before finishing his plans. Push himself right into the grave…
And then you came. You called him an idiot, yelled that self-care was important, and didn’t budge on the matter. You showed him he needed to take care of himself, in order to take care of others. You showed him…So much. Love has always been one of Bruce’s strength, no matter what certain people might think of him.
Love was his driving force.
And your love ? Is what made you so adamant he needed to take care of himself. And it changed…so much.
He couldn’t even list everything good it brought him, to finally think of himself. To put himself back in the “Batman” equation, not just as a mean to achieve a goal, but as an actual being. To view himself as a human again.
Bruce’s trauma ran deep. So deep he forgot sometimes he even existed. And there you were, calling him an “idiot” and making big speeches about how he needed to take care of himself.
For his own good. And in a way, for everyone’s good.
There you were, reminding him he had feelings. Grounding him in this world. Reminding him he was a person, with emotions and needs.
Oh and you’d never give up on him. Never. You were always there, reminding him all the good of being alive.
When his parents died, a part of him died too. Bruce thought he could never feel happy again. He buried himself in his work, in order to not feel. And there you were…
“Self-care is important, you idiot !”, simply because he was working too much, pushing his body and mind too much. “Simply” ? Ah. But the self-destructive tendency wasn’t even something he was aware of. This was far from simple. And without you, he might’ve never even realized it.
So. Yes. As silly as it could sound to some, self-care, knowing his limit and not trying to push them (too much), made him a better Batman.
All that thanks to self-care ? Yes. Even heroes, needed to take care of themselves, if they wanted to keep doing what they were doing. Something Bruce never really thought about. Not before you, for sure.
“Self-care is important, you idiot !” you’d yell at him, when he pushed himself too much. When he sacrificed his body and his mind for his cause. When he went too far, and pushed himself to the limits.
It would always happen. You knew it. This is how he was. Sometimes, he had to go to the extremes. And you loved him unconditionally. But hell if you weren’t going to get mad at him, and force him to take care of himself ! Subsequently, you took care of him a lot, too.
And maybe, his form of self-care was to let you be there for him ? Maybe. After all, he often said it best himself : “Life isn’t very long, and a man doesn’t have a lot of great moments. But you’ve given me many. All my best memories are with you.”
Bruce wasn’t the only one who would put taking care of himself as an afterthought, unfortunately for you. Your kids would do that to.
Of course, you’d never call them “idiots”, for many reasons. And to be honest only when he was really putting himself needlessly at risk would you call Bruce that, he just could act like such an idiot sometimes !! Just like you too, everyone could act like idiots at one points...Except your children, they were perfect. Buuuut, sometimes, they really wouldn’t take care of themselves.
And that made you “mad”.
"Richard, you ought to know that this was too high of a drop, even for you !”
Oooooh snap. You called him “Richard”. You were definitely not too happy with him. And your son knew better than to try and talk during moments such as this.
He had been with you and Bruce for just over two years now, and had recently celebrated his tenth birthday. He’d been calling you “mom” for a while now, and definitely saw you as the best thing that happened to him since he lost his parents. You and Bruce, you saved him.
Which is why he knew why you were calling him “Richard” right now.
See, Dick was one of the only one amongst your kids that always saw through your bluff. He knew, you weren’t angry. You were definitely not happy with him, but it wasn’t anger, that made you call him “Richard” instead of any other affectionate nickname you always gave him.
It was your worry for his safety. And how little he seemed to care, at times, for it.
Dick, amongst every member in your family, was the only one who truly got that. Of course, later on, all his siblings and his dad would understand you cared for them and wanted them to take care of themselves. But Dick ? Dick was the only one who knew you never got angry at them, you were just scared.
Probably a little frustrated too, let’s face it.
But mainly scared. Scared that they would forget to take care of themselves, and as a result, well…Things like what just happened would happen.
Dick, in pursuit of a thug, jumped from a point that he knew was too high, and broke his leg. But in the heat of the moment, all he thought was catching the bad guy. And he did. He caught him. By jumping on him from a little too high, injuring himself in the process.
And you were terrified.
If already, at ten years old, he started to have this kind of behavior…
You couldn’t help but remember a time during which Bruce would push himself too much. Would be more hurt than nowadays. The beginning of your relationship was far from easy, for the both of you. You didn’t want Dick to fall in the same habits.
“You have to be more careful, you know..”
“Yes mom, I know.”
Dick knew. He knew what you felt. He knew how you felt. Because he felt the same too. You and him had a lot in common,. And worrying about others’ wellbeing was one of said point in common. And so Dick knew what it was, to want someone to take care of themselves and watch them not do it.
After all, his dad was the Batman.
He was the only one in the family who ever truly got it. Who ever truly saw you were never angry at them, but scared. Dick knew. He knew.
He smiled at you, already so wise, for such a young kid.
Of course, you had no idea how much he understood how you felt. How much he knew already, that it was important to take care of himself. That self-care was vital. Especially in his line of work. And so you reminded him often.
Like right now, bringing him some food, as he was bed ridden because of his broken leg. You weren’t angry. You were scared. Scared they’d lose themselves.
“Yes, honey ?”
“I promise I’ll take more care of myself. So please, don’t be so worried, ok ?”
Wh-What ? Your son was ten. He was only ten. How was it, that he knew exactly what was on your mind ? That he knew what to say ? That he knew-
Ah. You looked at him, and he looked back at you. Giving you the purest smile you’ve ever seen. And you understood. Yes. You did.
You and Dick always had this link between the two of you, this way of understanding each other’s feelings. Mainly because your brain were wired the same on how you perceived life : as long as your loved ones were ok, you were ok. And as a result, you knew how important it was to take care of yourself, too. To be ok, for them.
It wasn’t always easy. And that’s exactly what family was for. So that during the hard times, like right now, as you were scared for your son who broke his leg as a lack of care for himself, together, you could pull through.
“Self-care is important, right ?”
He said, a light of mischievousness in his eyes. And oooh that boy. He’s always been clever. A little too much, maybe. You smiled back, and said :
“Yes it is my little one, yes it is. So please, be more careful…”
It was clear, in those moments, you were never angry at them. But scared. Scared they’d forget to take care of themselves, and get hurt (or worst) in the process.
When Dick started to live on his own, in Blüdhaven, one of the thing he constantly asked himself was : “Would mom be scared for me if I do that ?”, and it was honestly often a motivation to take care of himself. Take some “mental health days” off, so he could recenter himself and take care of his mind. Let his body rest too.
He always understood you. And as a result, of course, your constant remembrance of how important self-care was stuck with him, and will always stick with him.
“Jason, baby, you have to be more careful.”
“But did you see mom, did you see how I hit the ball so far that dad couldn’t even catch it ? Did you see it mom ? Did you ? That’d be a homerun right ? Right mom ? Right ?”
“Yes, yes I saw. And it’d be a homerun for sure. But you-“
“And then he ran to get it but I was already half-way around the field. I would’ve finished if I didn’t fall in the roses – I hope Alfred isn’t mad – But like, it was still good right ? Right ?”
“Yes, it was. But Jason, you need to-“
Your son jumped up on his feet, while you were in the middle of taking care of his injuries, which fortunately weren’t too bad. Small scratches there and there. A bruise on his little face. It wasn’t too bad, but it was such a recurrent thing.
“I hit it so far ! I never hit it that far ! Right mom, right ? That was so far ! I think it went to the back of the garden, and Wayne Manor’s garden is big ! Dad didn’t even got to it. Well, because he came to get me out of the roses, but he was so far from it ! Right mom ? I hit the ball super super far ! I bet I hold the record of hitting it the farthest right ? The record in the family ? Dick didn’t hit it that far, did he ? Oh wait, he doesn’t like baseball. Well I’m the one who hit it the most most most most farthest then right ? Right mom ? Right ?”
Yes. It was a recurrent thing.
Jason, often engrossed in what he was doing, wouldn’t pay much attention to his body. To himself, in general. Because even as he was just nine, he often took much more upon himself than such a young child should take on. And he would throw himself body and soul into everything he did. He was a very passionate kid, to say the least.
And he wanted to help. Oh, he wanted to help so much. Because he still thought he didn’t do enough to save his own parents…While they were the ones who failed him.
You see, Jason had to survive most his life. He grew up too fast, taking responsibilities that he should never have taken. His parents were the result of years of Gotham’s neighborhood rotting away in poverty and crime. And there was little hope, for a small child. Yet…Yet he pulled through. And took so much upon himself.
This habit stayed with him. He always wanted to be there for everyone, often to the detriment of himself, whether physically or mentally. He didn’t want to just help out, no, he HAD TO throw his entire being in everything he did.
Ok, in this instance, it wasn’t that deep. Your boy just got really excited playing baseball with his dad, and accidently got hurt in the process as he hit the ball really hard and as he got happy the ball went past Bruce, he ran and…fell right in one of Alfred’s rose garden (he wasn’t looking in front of him, as he waved at you excitedly repeating “did you see this mom ? Did you see ?”). The thorns made quite a number of him.
No wounds were too deep, but there were many of them. However, none tainted Jason’s excitement. And this was one of the core of the problem.
Your son would often get too much into something. And forget to take care of himself. Whether it was because he wanted to save someone, or because he won at a game against his dad…
In that way, he actually resembled Bruce a lot. Both of them had this inside them, this way of getting hyperfocused on something to the detriment of themselves.
Your solemn voice stopped him as he was again describing what had just happened, and he turned to you, worried he did something wrong.
He was always worried he did something wrong. You quickly reassured him, and added :
“It’s just…You have to be more careful buddy.”
The question in his eyes told you everything. He didn’t even notice, himself, how he could get too caught up in something and sacrifice himself in everyway possible.
Again. This wasn’t that deep. It was just a baseball game, and he wasn’t that hurt. But it represented the root of the problem nonetheless.
“It is important, to take care of yourself, you know ? Self-care is, I would say, one of the most important thing I will ever teach you.”
“Yes. The art of taking care of yourself. And it is, an art. You know, sometimes we have too much on our plate. Too many things are going on. And we need to take a few steps back, a good warm bath, read a good book…Just take care of ourselves. It’s important. It’s so important. I could write essays about how important it is. In fact, I’ll write one for you. Maybe it’ll make more sense. I know you can be a bit cartesian my boy.”
You smiled at him, and he smiled back, naturally.
You could see Jason didn’t quite understand just yet. But you knew he would. You knew because you’d never stop reminding him how important self-care is. And just like everything Jason did, he started to indeed take care of himself, because he knew it made you and his dad happy..
“Are you crazy ?”
“I don’t need your lessons, Dick.”
“Oh yeah ? You sure about that ? Because you almost just died ‘cause you were too engrossed in trying to-“
“I. Don’t. Need. Your. LESSONS !”
Your oldest son stopped himself from saying more. He knew his little brother enough to know it was useless. To know it’d only drive him further away.
Jason had almost died (again) after he chased after a group of thugs, and, too focused on that, didn’t notice a sniper. Or rather, he noticed, but his only goal was to stop the criminals. He didn’t care what happened to him in the process. “Too engrossed in what he was doing”.
“JASON PETER TODD !”
Jason’s blood froze. Oh no. Oh. No. You weren’t happy with him. Clearly.
“Oooh, you’re in troubleeee.”
Jason glared at his oldest brother, Dick, who just said those words. What ? They weren’t children anymore. So his mom was angry, and ? He died and came back to life, so nothing really got to him anymore, and certainly not some silly-
“Exactly what do you think you’re doing ?? You could’ve been killed ! So stupidly too ! You were brought back to us, we can’t watch you go again !”
Oh. Oh he was wrong. As he saw you approached, furious, he felt like a little eight year old child again. Which was an odd feeling, because he was certain he erased everything from that time from his heart, so why would he feel like that right now ?
“Haven’t I told you to take care of yourself ? Didn’t I taught you that ? Forget everything your dad ever taught you if your hatred really makes you do it. But not this, ok ? Not the way he, we, showed you you needed to take care of yourself ? Not, not that…”
Your voice slowly faded away, tears welling up in your eyes.
Jason had come back not so long ago. You and Bruce discovered it was him not so long ago. And he still hadn’t really talked to you. He had a big fight with your husband, you knew. And you understood where his anger came from. But you couldn’t…You couldn’t bear to see him die again !
“Just take care of yourself…hate us all you want, but please…take care of yourself…Don’t let yourself get hurt like that…”
Jason had to leave. He couldn’t handle seeing you like that, but his entire being was still too wrecked deep inside, to go to you and hug you. To comfort you, like you did when he was a child. To talk.
He didn’t…He didn’t hate you. And he certainly didn’t hate his dad either. He- He didn’t know who he was anymore.
He had recently reconnected with his siblings (goddamn Dick never was able to mind his business). And Bruce had, of course, ran after him as soon as he understood who the Red Hood really was…But now, now Bruce was giving him space.
And Jason. Jason understood why. He understood. And it tore him apart even more. Oh, it would’ve been so easy, to just hate you and Bruce. But he didn’t. No.
He was hurt. Deeply. And he didn’t understand why Bruce did the thing he did. And why-
He was hurt.
And he wasn’t ready yet to confront you. To just face you. He didn’t want to break again.
And so he left.
In a way, that in itself was an “act of self-care”. Protecting himself from feelings he knew he could not handle just yet. Leaving, so he could regroup. Clear his mind.
Take care of himself.
Everyone had to (re)start somewhere.
“MOM ! MOOOOM !!”
Damian’s erratic screams pierced you like a knife. That boy rarely succumbed to panic, so if he was calling you so desperately, it meant something grave was up !
You ran towards where his voice was coming, your mind running a thousand different scenarios as to what might’ve happened. You came in the living room your family used the most, and you felt your heart drop.
Right there, near the couch, was Damian, looking as he was about to cry he was sitting down on the floor, with Tim’s head in his lap.
“He just dropped mom, he just dropped !”
Your brain entered “automated pilot” mode as you dismissed all feelings of fear, and went right to your son, to check his vitals and…
Damian was sobbing, scared to death for his brother. Contrary to popular belief, and even if they wouldn’t admit it themselves, Damian and Tim were very close. And so when Tim passed out all of a sudden, he downright panicked, and got extremely scared.
“He’s sleeping. He’s ok. I bet he “forgot” to sleep again…”
Yes. This wasn’t the first time Tim sort of dropped out of nowhere. He once got dumped by a girlfriend because he fell asleep in a rollercoaster. It wasn’t really too out of character. Reassured, and after making sure he was really just asleep, you went to fetch your husband so he could help you get Tim to bed. As you left you heard Damian say :
“Just you wait, when you wake up, I’ll make you pay for this !”
A soft smile on your lips, you exited the room.
You always worried about your family, of course. Especially given their line of work. But Tim ? Oh, Tim was a CONSTANT worry even when you were right next to him. You didn’t want to be overbearing, so you’d let him do “his thing”. But oh boy...That child had the worst attitude when it came to his own self.
He’d forget to eat, if he was too focus on a project. Or to drink. Or, you know, to sleep. He’d put his needs last, if it meant solving a case. If it meant finishing something.
He was the worst, when it came to self-care. And no matter how much you’d remind him, get mad at him (you, or the rest of the family really), he would always dismiss his need for (what he thought was) a higher purpose. Unlike with your husband, your argument of him not being able to achieve his goal if he dropped first, never quite hit him.
Tim simply didn’t care what happened to him, as long as he got things done. And it was tragic. In multiple ways. First, because it showed how growing up to be invisible to his biological parents truly affected his psyche. Second because it was a source of constant worry for everyone. Third because it really was unhealthy, and he was just sixteen ! Fourth…Well, the list would be infinite, when you think about it.
Tim never taking care of himself was tragic, period.
And moments like this ? Damian panicking, you feeling awful, and him passing out of exhaustion ? Well, it was proof enough of that fact.
Tim woke up in his bedroom, and was greeted by a sight that warmed his heart. Damian was asleep in an armchair, curled up in a little ball. Oh, how far they went, since the first time they met...
His mom and dad were there too, in another armchair. His mom was sleeping, but his dad...
“Hello there chum, feeling better ?”
He nodded, and smiled.
“I’m ok, of course. It was just a little moment of weakness; no worries.”
“Don’t say that to your mom, she’s gonna lose her mind if she hears you say that again after you passed out…again.”
“I know, that’s why I’m telling you. I know you understand.”
“I do. To a certain extend. I do agree with your mom, you know ? It is important to take care of yourself.”
“I am taking care of myself.”
“You passed out on your way to watch a movie with Damian, because you were THAT tired.”
“Good point. But it’s not like, all the time. I just got caught up in…stuffs.”
There’s a small silence. Tim knew Bruce understood him, but he also knew he agreed with you on the self-care part. Which is something he just couldn’t understand. His biological parents never took care of him, like, at all, and it was deep rooted in him that he didn’t really matter. So, you know, it wasn’t such a big deal.
He knew, of course, his family loved him. He knew the extend of your love, you showed it many times. He just didn’t think taking care of himself was that important.
In any case, he was glad you were sleeping at the moment. He definitely didn’t want you to get mad at him right now, he hated it. Not because he was getting yelled at, but because he hated “disappointing” you. So yes. He was glad. And it was heartwarming, that you guys were waiting for him to wake up.
He loved you all so much. Which is why he had to work harder to-
Tim turned his head towards Damian, who was now standing on the armchair, pointing a finger at him.
“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUUU ?”
For a few seconds, Tim was lost. He looked at his brother, and then at his dad and you, who definitely woke up after Damian’s outburst.
And then Damian started to talk. Talk and talk. To sermon Tim like he never did before.
And it clicked.
It clicked in Tim’s head, that day. After years of you trying to tell him self-care was important, it finally clicked…because of his little brother.
Damian was more than mad, when he woke up. He lectured Tim for hours and hours. And the concern in his voice, in his face, in the very reason he was mad…It told everything Tim needed to know.
He was important to others. He knew it of course. He knew you and Bruce loved him, that he was your beloved son. But for some reason, he always dismissed your self-care words for being “worried parents”. But when Damian put himself in such a state because of Tim lack of self-care ?
Your son understood. Finally. FINALLY. This wasn’t just the worries of parents. This was an actual important thing. Not just for him, but for others, too. He had the same epiphany your husband had, all those years ago.
It just took him a little more time to get through his stubborn thick skull. Oh, and also, it took a loud short ball of nerve showing his utter worry for him, to finally get him to understand.
Finally. Tim understood years of you saying : “self-care is important”, because of the love his little brother held for him…
She said, showing the wounds you were tended to.
“No Cassandra, no, it’s not ok !”
Your daughter was taken aback by the use of her full name. You only used her full name when you were angry...Or when she thought, you were angry. Usually, you calling her “Cassandra” was a translation of your worries (which granted, could appear as if you were angry).
Dick would tell her you weren’t angry, just worried.
Worried because Cass grew up with people who didn’t care about her, and only ever saw her body as a weapon (resembled Damian in that way). As a result, she viewed her own self as an expandable, and it drove you crazy.
Crazy with worries, and with pain.
Your precious little girl thought of herself as an expandable, while to you, she’d forever be irreplaceable. You hated those who gave her the idea. Hated her so called “father”.
How dare they make such a wonderful woman think she was nothing important. Think her existence was secondary.
“It’s not ok, it’s not.”
You repeated. And it broke your heart, to see your daughter not understanding why you were so upset. You were pretty sure she thought you were upset with her.
“I’m not angry at you…”
You had to reassure her on that, of course. But you couldn’t look at her. You didn’t want to cry, not in front of her. You weren’t sure you could explain to her why…
But you and Cass ? You never needed words, to understand each other. You never needed hours of conversations, long explanations, to know exactly how the other felt.
You felt her hands softly settle on your cheeks, and she “forced” you to raise your head. For a long moment, she looked deep in your eyes, and you could see she was searching for the answers to her unasked questions.
Did she find it ?
You didn’t know. All you know is that she let you go, after a while. Looked at her wounds. And said :
It’s only ages later, that you realized she understood what you meant, in that moment you called her “Cassandra”. She understood why you were sad, and that it wasn’t her fault.
No. And that was the most important thing.
It wasn’t her fault.
It was a long road, to understanding truly was self-care is. But a long road she was willing to take. Because she knew you would take it with her, too. That you would be there, guiding her, not giving up on her, ever.
That you would be there, looking at her as if she was the most important thing in the world for you (and she was, along with the rest of the family). Giving her a sensation she never felt before.
Was she important ?
If she was, was taking care of herself important ?
A long road. That you’d accompany her on. Everything will be fine. She knew it. One day, one day she’d understand.
Self-care is important.
Damian was not used to have someone care for his need. So how could he know about “self-care ?”
When trained with the League of Assassins, he was fed, and had a roof over his head. But, he was being trained by the League of Assassins. He had been created for one purpose and one purpose only.
To one day rule the world.
There was no being nurtured, just being lead to be the ultimate survivor and weapon. Nobody ever asked him if he wanted ice-cream, for example, like you were, right now.
“Are you ok, my little buddy ?”
Ah. Another question he never heard before he started to live at Wayne Manor. “Are you ok ?”, oh, how three little words could mean so much.
Damian wasn’t ok. And he wasn’t even sure why. He just felt like everything was...Too much. Sometimes, things were just too much. And he didn’t quite knew why yet (he would discover along the way, get more in phase with his own feelings).
He shook his head, and slowly, you saw his face crumble, and tears gathering in his eyes and you didn’t need more prompting. You entered “mom mode”, an experience Damian only ever lived with you. Which is probably why he genuinely considered you to be his mom.
You sat down beside him, and enveloped him in your arms. And it felt so nice. He didn’t need to give you an explanation, to tell you why he wasn’t feeling well. You were there anyway. And it was nice.
A long time went by, when you finally said :
“You can always talk to me. And if it’s too hard, text me ? Write to me to explain, if you want. You don’t have to of course. But if you feel like it’ll make you feel better, do not hesitate. You will never bother me.”
You will never bother me, you tell him. In such stark contrast with what he was used to. His grandfather constantly reminded him that he was alive only because he let him be. That his life belonged to him, and that if he became too much of a nuisance, he’d-
“It’s ok my little buddy. Go ahead, cry all you need. It’s ok.”
All you need. You said need.
“You know, it’s ok to sometimes take some time, for yourself. It’s important, even.”
There’s a short silence. Damian clings to you, but he slowly calms down.
“You have to take care of yourself. Care for yourself, as much as I care for you.”
Silence again. Damian wasn’t crying anymore, but he wasn’t sure of what to say. Taking care of himself ? He didn’t know how that worked. Where to begin ? What did that entail ?
Taking care of himself, as much as you cared for him ?
Wouldn’t that be too much ? Too self-centered ? Going backward in his redemption, back to thinking he was “the best” and deserved to be put on a pedestal ?
Because you cared for him so much. So much. Like nobody ever cared for him before. Granted, it was easy, as nobody ever did. But you…You were such a great mom.
Damian didn’t want to be self-centered.
“It’s ok to take care of yourself. To have moment of self-care.”
You said, noticing your son didn’t seem convince. And it’s as if you could read his mind, as you added :
“It doesn’t mean you only care about yourself. There IS a difference between self-care and being self-centered.”
Yes. As if you read exactly what was in his mind.
“Damian. You are allowed to take time for yourself. Like right now. With me. It’s self-care. Opening up to someone, letting your emotion run free. It’s a form of self-care. And then, when you feel better, we can go eat all the junk food we can find, and binge watch all your favorite movies. That could also be self-care.”
“Eating ice-cream and movies are…self-care ?”
“Well, in a way, yes. It makes you feel good right ?”
“And relaxed ?”
“Yes, especially when with you.”
“Then it’s self-care. For me, it’s peace of mind. It’s feeling like things will be ok. It’s surrounding myself with those I love. Like you. I love you my little buddy.”
“I love you too…”
He never told anyone he loved them before. Because nobody ever loved him.
Self-care, huh ?
Damian never even knew it existed. He never saw simply doing something he liked, like drawing, as a part of “self-care”. Just like with his dad, you put things into a new perspective.
You made him understand, slowly but surely, what self-care was. And how important it is.
Duke had the bad habit of pressuring himself too much. He was a rather stress teenage boy, and it made it even worst that he always kept everything inside, like an actual pressure cooker.
He put in his head, early in his life, that he had to succeed at certain things in order for his loved one to be proud of him, and not worry for him. He’d stress over his studies, his future, sometimes he’d simply stress over not knowing what to eat for lunch !
It was simply the way he was, an overthinker to the core.
And he never spoke about it. Never. It wasn’t his style, and it wasn’t what he was used to.
A pressure cooker.
Holding everything cooking up inside, under high pressure.
You knew that. You knew, and it drove you crazy, because you also knew this kind of stress couldn’t just be cured overnight, if it could even be cured.
Duke was an anxious boy, and as a result he often got strung up on things and forgot himself. Forgot his own safety.
You made it your duty, to remind him that he needed to take care of himself. Just like you did with all your children.
But Duke was particular. All your children were different, and they all had to learn to take care of themselves in different ways. For Duke, who also had the added stress of discovering new powers which could turn dangerous if he didn’t learn to use them, it came under the form of a schedule.
Duke like the safety of knowing what was going to happen. Of planning things ahead, which is what made him such a great vigilante (and was closely related to his powers, when you thought about it).
He needed a structure, or his stress would go through the motherfu**ing roof. You discovered that the hard way. You were trying to explain to him he needed to take some self-care moments, to tell him taking care of himself was important…And it really didn’t work. In fact, it had the opposite effect.
He listened to you. He took a day off and…panicked. He hadn’t time to think what he was going to do, how he would use this day productively, how-
It just didn’t occur to him that Duke would react that way. And it was ok. Learning through trials and errors, right ? The next day, you showed him a blank schedule, saying he should try to fit a “self-care day” at least once a month, to start with. And then incorporate one a week, if he could.
And this ? This was reassuring. He could work, with thinking of a schedule. With thinking of specific days, in which it was ok for him to not plan things. He just had to plan that in advance.
For many, it could sound contradictory. But for him, who had this anxiety he had to live with for so long, it wasn’t. If he knew he had that day to relax, to not think of anything. To put everything on a side, and just do his hobbies, hang with his family and friends without worries…Then he could genuinely let go.
It was maybe a little too cerebral for some people. But it’s how Duke worked. The very essence of his meta-human powers showed this was just who he was. Someone who needed to plan ahead. It didn’t mean he couldn’t improvise, oh no, on the contrary, he had quite the talent to improvise. He was a smart boy. But, it meant having a direction to go was reassuring, and nice. And knowing when he could turn this off, was also nice.
To Duke, self-care started with a piece of cardboard. A blank schedule you gave him. And it slowly took meaning from there. Slowly became an actual thing. To finally take its full place in his life.
Duke had his own way, to self-care. His own path. And as he introduced this in his life, he became less stressed, and truly understood what you meant.
Self-care was important.
Self-care was almost vital, in a way ?
It could help you function during days you felt like nothing would go right.
Self-care was important.
Duke had a tough few years, what with losing his parents to the Joker’s laughing poison, and discovering he was a meta-human. And you teaching him self-care ? Showing him the foundation of what it was ?
It helped. It really did.
Not only self-care became a part of his daily routine. But it’s also what made him feel like he had a family again. Because if you, Bruce, those he came to introduce as his siblings, wanted him to take care of himself…It meant you really cared for him. It meant you loved him.
It meant he had a family again.
You would FORCE Alfred to take days off.
Out of everyone, he probably the one who took care the least of themselves. And with people like Tim or Bruce in your family, that was saying a LOT.
In a way, it seemed logical. After all, his very position, being a butler, meant everyone else’s need came before his. But in your way, it couldn’t always be like that !
Alfred too, needed time for himself. Needed time for some precious self-care.
And although he was quite a stubborn man, and held his ground in front of the Batman himself…He couldn’t beat your determination. And he had to admit, it was nice, to sometimes lay back.
Everyone needed some self-care days.
Just like you’d get mad at them, they’d definitely get mad at you too...
Sometimes, they would say you took care of them TOO MUCH.
Of course, most of the time they wouldn’t complain. They loved being around you. But they loved you being healthy even more. And so the “you time” came in. “Me time”, for you. Every now and then, you’d have moments of pure self-care. All on your own. Which was…nice.
You loved your family, but those moments of calm wanted “loneliness” were good. It was part of your self-care. The other part was…To let yourself be utterly pampered by them.
By your Broosh. By your children. By Alfred.
Moments devoted to you, to your every need. Because your health was precious, to all of them. And you understood. You understood, because this was the exact reason you always “fought” them to take more care of themselves.
Yes, self-care is important. And it was something that almost became a motto, in the Wayne family.
Just like last time, I haven’t written anything in a while (this time mainly because of lack of time though, and not my mental illnesses...yay ?). So I’m a little nervous about sharing this little thing, I wrote rather fast in a burst of inspiration (albeit I wrote this half-asleep so ya know). They’re just drabbles. Maybe too descriptive, but the theme was made for it aaah.
I really hope you liked it. And as usual, comments and/or reblogs are always welcomed, encouraging, and heart warming :). Thank you.
Drinking was never something you ever really did, you were a busy woman, helping Bruce run Wayne Enterprises, raising four young men, and helping the big bad bat at night. Drinking just never really fit into the equation. That is until tonight. Tonight you were at a charity gala in Metropolis, just you and Bruce, leaving the kids to watch over Gotham.
“I don’t remember the last time we had a night to ourselves.” Bruce said handing you a glass of wine then taking a sip of the whiskey he had for himself.
“I know, it’s nice isn’t it?” You said kissing your husband taking the drink from his hand. “Thank you my love.” You say taking a sip of the sweet wine.
“It’s very nice. I think we should enjoy it.” Bruce said leading you to the dance floor. You two did in fact enjoy the gala, the two of you danced, had some drinks with a few of your favorite daily planet reporters, and enjoyed your carefree night. Although maybe you enjoyed the night more than Bruce.
You two got into the hotel room and you were stumbling around the room causing Bruce to emit a low chuckle. “Darling, I think you need to sit down.” He said as he put an arm around your waist trying to keep you up right.
“Brucie! Look there’s wine!” You said pointing to the bottle the hotel had left for the two of you. You looked at him with pleading eyes begging for a glass.
“I think you’ve had enough.” He said with amusement in his eyes. He can’t remember the last time he’s seen you so tipsy, it must have been years ago.
“Bruce. I run a company, I’ve raised four children, and I’ve been married to you and your alter ego for fifteen years now. Now I love all of that, but let me tell you, it’s exhausting and I deserve a drink.” You said causing him to laugh.
“So being married to me is exhausting?” He asked jokingly.
“Bruce Wayne loving you is the most rewarding thing in my life.” You said stumbling forward into his arms. “But I think it’s fair to say watching you fight insane clowns and crazies in costumes all these years warrants a drink.” You said kissing his lips, he kissed you back softly, tasting the wine from your previous drinks.
“Fine, but you have to at least sit down.” He said as he poured the wine in the glass. He handed you the glass and you immediately went towards the chair closest to you, falling backwards onto it, you legs hanging off the back. “(Y/N) what are you doing?” Bruce asked as he watched you drink your wine upside down.
“Sitting down.” You said making him laugh, he walked towards you and bent down in front of the chair stoking your face gently.
“Oh darling, you never even have to try. I fall in love with you more everyday.” He said placing a kiss to your forehead. That night consists of Bruce watching over you to make sure you were okay and didn’t get hurt.
You were having a bad day to say the least. Work was terrible, nothing seemed to be going your way. So all you wanted to do was cuddle up with Dick on the couch and watch your favorite show with a glass of wine.
So when you got home, you were a little sad to see Dick was still on patrol. So you poured a cup of wine and decided to wait for him. One cup of wine turned to two then to three then to four. Somewhere in those four cups of wine you decided you wanted to surprise your boyfriend by dressing in your favorite sexy black lingerie but by the fifth cup you decided to cover yourself with a black robe and watch friends.
“PIVOT. PIVOT.” You laughed hysterically as Ross yelled at the rest of the group as they were trying to move the couch. You were so engulfed in your show you completely didn’t hear Dick walk in.
He walked up behind you to give you a kiss on your head when he spotted your half empty bottle of wine. “Oh boy, someone’s been enjoying herself.” He said kissing the top of your head.
“DICKIE! YOURE HOME!” You said as you turned around on the couch and drunkenly tried to jump into his arms, which looked more like an awkward stumble. of course Dick caught you with ease, and it was just then that he realized what you were wearing.
“I am, and you look amazing.” He complimented as he drank in how your body looked in your lingerie. He looked back up at your face and saw you looking goofily at him.
“I got all dressed up for you.” You told him as you unraveled yourself from his arms. You got off the couch and began to cat walk around the apartment and pose every now and again to model your outfit. Dick watched with amusement in his eyes, of course you looked absolutely ravishing but your drunken stumbling couldn’t help but bring a smile to his face. You went to do a spin but unfortunately you over estimated your ability to do so in your condition so you lost your balance and fell over. But before you could touch the ground a strong pair of arms caught you. You looked into your boyfriends smiling and saying “You caught me.”
“I’ll always catch you.” He promised placing his lips to yours in a loving kiss. He lifted you back to your feet and held you close to him whispering in your ear “I think it’s time to get you to bed babe.” And affectionately placing a kiss on your cheek.
“But babe! We have to watch Ross, Chandler, and Joey Pivot!” You whined pointing to the television show you were watching.
“Of course, how could I forget about how important pivoting is.” Dick said as he lifted you to the couch, where you fell asleep in his arms watching the show. Dick smiled down at you kissing the top of your head before whispering a sweet “I love you” and carrying you to bed.
Jason managed to convince you into going to a party Roy was throwing, so here you two were, surrounded by loud music, alcohol, and tons of people. You weren’t much of a partier but after a few drinks you started to loosen up.
You were currently singing the wrong words to the song at the top of your lungs and jumping around and dancing with Jason, who has only had one shot. He’s spent most of the party watching over you and talking to Roy.
Jason was holding your hand and twirling you in circles as you laughed. He pulled you into his chest and held you tight against him. “Are you having fun Angel?” He asked looking into your intoxicating eyes.
“So much fun Jay! I never want to leave!” You said in a happily drunken time, making Jason laugh. He held your hip firmly and pulled you into a kiss short but passionate kiss. You smiled and eyes him lovingly as you pulled away and pecked his lips one more time before fully pulling away. “Now lets go find Roy and destroy him in beer pong.” You said excitedly pulling Jason through the crowd.
Your enthusiasm made him laugh “That’s my girl!” He said encouraging your spirit thinking you could beat Roy at beer pong. Oh and boy was Jason right to doubt you. Roy absolutely crushed you, twice.
“T-that’s not fair-r JASON he cheated!! I want a rematch!” You said running to your boyfriends arms. Jason smiles and gently shook his head before saying
“No baby I don’t think you should play another game.” He held you up since you were a little wobbly “I think it’s time for us to actually get going.” He tells you and you immediately frown.
“But Jay I don’t wanna go!” You argues trying to pull away but clumsily fell to your butt due to how intocicated you were. Jason decided it would be much easier to lift you up and throw you over his shoulder to get you out of there. “Wee!” You said as he lifted you up “you’re gonna carry me Jay?” You asked in complete adoration.
“Yes peaches I am.” He said as he held a firm grip on you. Roy walked over to start saying his goodbyes but before he could you started talking again.
“Jay you’re the best boyfriend ever. I lov-ve you so much. You’re such a beautiful human. Like I cannot eve-even find the words to tell you how much I love you. I just love you so much.” You said as tears started falling down your face as you thought of how much you love Jason.
“Oh she’s hit the ‘I love you guys speech.’ Jay you might need a shot for this.” Roy said laughing handing Jason the bottle to whatever he was holding. Jason laughed taking a swig after he looked at you and kissed the side of your head.
“I just love you so much too Babe.” He said as he carried you out of the building.
You and Tim weren’t the biggest drinkers but one wild night with the young justice team sure as hell got you shit faced. You and Kareen were walking the streets with the rest of the team but you two kept passing the bottle back and forth singing whatever songs came to your head at the time. It became a little game the two of you were playing and Tim and everyone else were getting a good laugh from watching the two of you.
“I JUST TOOK A DNA TEST TURNS OUT IM 100 PERCENT THAT BITCH.” You yelled/sung and began to dance causing the team to burst put into laughter Karen of course was your partner in crime and sang the next line. You two went back and forth like that until you all decided to stop by a near by park, where all you wanted was to be held in Tim’s arms.
“Tim.” You mumbled as your head rested in the crook of his neck and his arms held you flush against him.
“Yes love?” He asked looking at you to make sure you were okay, he knew you couldn’t hold your alcohol very well and began to get nervous. “Are you feeling alright? Do you need a water or do you need something to eat or-“
You cut off Tims nervous rambling by shaking your head no “No Timmy I just have a question.” You said tilting your head up to look at him. He instantly relaxed and smiled down at you.
“Ask away love.” He said as he stroked your hair out of your face.
“D-Do you think I’m actually 100 percent that bitch?” You asked shyly. Tim had to hold in his laughter and shock. He looked down at you and noticed there were tears welling up in your eyes and he went from laughing on the inside to panicked.
“Honey what do you mean?” He asked as he soothingly rubbed your back and held you tightly to him.
“Well you’ve dated some super pretty and cool girls and how could I compare? I’m not 100 percent that bitch I’m more like 76 percent that bitch.” You said with a tear rolling down your cheek.
Tim was at a loss for words as your drunken insecurities came out. He had no clue where all this was coming from but he did know he never wanted you to doubt your place in his life. He smiled reassuringly at you and wiped your tear away.
“Honey you are 100 percent the only person who has my heart and the best person I could ever wish for.” He told you kissing the top of your head our head. You smiled for a quick second but your drunken mind wasn’t satisfied yet.
“But Timmy I want to be 100 percent that bitch.” You said as tears threatened to spill over.
“But honey I’m not gonna call you a-“ Tim was cut off by your tears falling down your face “Fine you’re a 100 percent that uh b-bitch.” He said the last part quickly and your tears instantly vanished and were replaced with the largest smile time has ever seen you have.
“Yay thank you Timmy I love you.” You said placing a kiss on his lips and hugging him tightly. Tim chuckled rubbing your back
“I love you too (Y/N). Hey! Wanna know what else you are a 100 percent of?” He asked and you nodded quickly with curiosity. “A 100 percent cut off.” He said making you giggle as you placed your head back in the crook of his neck.
Of course you and Damian weren’t drinkers considering you were both underage but galas can get rather boring and a bottle of champagne can go missing without anyone noticing.
You and Damian have officially abandoned the idea of smiling from ear to ear why trying to make small talk with the elietes of Gotham. So you two decided sneak off to one of the many rooms in the manor after managing to snag a bottle of champagne and some glasses.
“After you beloved.” Damian said holding the door open for you, he had picked the fireplace room for the two of you and it couldn’t have been anymore beautiful. “Here beloved.” Damian said wrapping his suit jacket around you.
“Thank you Dami.” You said kissing his cheek. He led to the front of the fire place where you sat on his lap. You relaxed against his body while you drank champagne and talked about various things. You two talked about how stupid Galas are and he even was talking to you about a few missions he has coming up. While he was talking he did not realize that your one glass has turned into four until he heard your slurred response to what he was saying.
“Beloved pace yourself.” He told you softly as he took the half empty glass from your hand placing it on the other side of him.
“What if I don’t pace myself Dami?” You asked sassily reaching for your cup.
“Then I’ll be forced to hide you from you parents until you are in a clearer state of mind.” Damian said knowing full well your parents will freak out if they find out your drunk.
“Then let me keep drinking Dami, I’d rather stay with you anyways.” You said cuddling up to his chest closing your eyes as you caught the sweet scent of his cologne. Damian let a small smile creep onto his face as he held you.
“Beloved you don’t have to be drunk to keep me by your side.” He said placing a kiss atop of your head. You smiled into his chest and savored the moment hoping it could just last forever.
It was a Saturday afternoon on a rainy day when everything happened, when you gain your boyfriend’s older brothers’ respect. And also embarrassed them more than they ever been embarrassed in their lives.
Dick, Jason, Tim and you were spending some times altogether, getting to know each other, as in five years of relationship with Tim, you never really had time to hang out with his family (busy people).
Bruce was at work, Alfred had a day off, and Damian was hanging out with some friends (which was so rare that no one dared to tell him to stay to spent the day with you guys).
-No Jason, we are NOT playing strip poker right now.
-But I’m bored and a movie is...
-I said we’re not !
-Why nooooowwwt ?
-Because it’s only you, Dick, (Y/N) and I, I don’t need to see my brothers naked.
-And (Y/N) ?
-We’ve been together for five years, what, you think I never saw her naked ?
-I never saw her naked.
Jason gives his brother an infuriating smile and, taking some soda cans while Tim takes a giant bowl of pop-corns, they go back to the living room where you and Dick are waiting.
The eldest Wayne boy is sitting upside down on the couch while you’re on the floor, browsing their...very small movie collection. You turn to look at your boyfriend and his brother coming in, and, with an exasperated look, you say :
-You guys are the sons of one of the richest man on Earth, and you own like...Five DVDs ? Three of which are the same copy of “The Sound of Music” for some reasons...I’m worried about you guys’ sanity.
-Bruce loves that film.
-Oh yeah, he makes us watch it at least once a month. He’s Captain Von Trapp.
-...While watching it, he re-enacts the film. He’s always Captain Von Trapp. And he forces us to be other characters as well.
You go to sit in between your boyfriend and Jason, and with a sly smile you ask him :
-Who are you ?
He blushes like crazy, already regretting talking about his father’s weird habit.
-Tim, babe, who are you ? I swear I’m not gonna laugh.
A small silence. A bit awkward. He knows that if he doesn’t tell you, his brothers will, and that it’d be worst, so :
-...one of the daughter. Depends which one on the day, but I’m most often Liesl. Sometimes I’m all of them...
It took everything in you to not burst out in laughter at the thought of your boyfriend singing the girls’ parti of the movie, and, swallowing a chuckle, you look at him very seriously and say :
-Such a big role. You must be proud.
-You swore not to...
-Laugh. I never said anything about not mocking you.
-I like your girlfriend Timmy.
You high five Jason, and you both snicker like idiots at Tim’s pouty face.
-Oh come on love, turn that frown, upside down !
You singsong, pinching his cheeks in between your fingers. He pushes you away, but can’t hide the smile growing on his face. Jason makes a small sound of disgust as you and Tim kiss, and you expertly elbow him in the ribs.
Dick rolls off the couch and asks :
-So, what do you guys wanna watch ? (Y/N), you’re our guest, you choose !
-Well, difficult choice. It’s either “Star Wars : The Phantom menace”, aka the worst Star Wars ever, “Harry Potter and the order of the Phoenix” which I’ve seen a thousand times, or The Sound of Music.
You pick up the two other copies of the DVD and add :
-Or the Sound of Music. And oh ! The Sound of Music.
The brothers laugh. Tim wraps an arm around your shoulder, and squeeze you against him, kissing your forehead lovingly. He loved (love) you too damned much, he hope with all his heart, prayed to every Gods, that he’d never loose you...Lost in his thoughts, your boyfriend did not notice Jason’s sly smile at your decomposed features (for real though, if you knew, you’d have come with loads of your favorite movies in DVDs !), and therefor, didn’t react quick enough to shut him up :
-I have another idea (Y/N). Do you know how to play...poker ?
He looks at you smugly, and you feel Tim stiffening next to you.
-If I know how to play poker ? Oh Timothy, your brother is a funny one. I was born to play poker, mate.
-Is that so miss (Y/L/N) ? Timmy, your girl is getting cocky.
-Cocky uh ? You’re on Todd, we’re playing poker ! Anything is better than “The Sound of Music” really...
-Never say that in front of Bruce haha.
You and Jason stood up, and Dick was looking at his little brother, worried. Every single muscles of Tim’s body were flexed, and his jaw was clenched. He was looking straight in front of him, and it felt like he was going to crack in a million pieces under the pressure of his own strength. Carefully, dick got closer and laid a soothing hand on his shoulder, while you and Jason went to the living room table to set up the game.
-Are you ok Tim ? You seem a bit...tense.
-Tense ? I’m going to play strip poker with my brothers and my girlfriend, why would I be tense ? It’s fine really, everything is totally fine.
Tim managed to say between clenched teeth. And it hit Dick. Of course Jason would. He had to admit though, he wondered what your reaction would be once Jay would tell him the extra rule of the game...
Your reaction surprised all of them. When Jason said that every time someone would lose, they had to take an article of clothing off, you just went :
-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA Oh my God guys, get ready to end this nice little day naked hahahahaha. Naked little birds. Interesting.
Under Tim’s jealous gaze, you wink mischievously at his brothers, and they felt themselves blush without being able to stop.
-What do you mean “interesting” ?!
-Your bros are hot honey.
-You’re the hottest one though.
You smile at his outraged face, and he’s about to say something...but the kiss you give him makes him forget everything. You knew him too well, you knew he couldn’t get mad at you when you were being affectionate. One hand in his hair, the other around his neck, his arms go to grab your waist and he deepens the kiss, you..
Dick. And Jason, as a matter of fact. You both turn to look at them, still in each other’s arms.
-It’s getting a bit embarrassing right now...
You smile and pull away from Tim, he plants a last kiss on your cheek before you both go sit around the table.
-Well, let’s start that game shall we ?
Stunned. That’s what they were, as Dick and Tim were down to only their pants and boxer, and Jason still only had his underwear (some brief he stole from Bruce, and his unmatched socks), while you still had all of your clothes on. All of it.
Yep, stunned would pretty much describe really well their feelings.
-And boom, I win again with...a pair of six !
-I KNEW YOU WERE BLUFFING !
-Yeah well, that’s the point of the game no ? Off with your socks Todd. Or your underwear, as you wish.
You wink at him, and Tim glares at his brother, daring him to even try to get his underwear off.
-They’re called “briefs”, Bruce wears them so...
-Are those Bruce’s ?
-Oh my God Jason...really ?
-I retract what I said earlier, I don’t like your girl Tim.
-Good, cause I like her, so you can’t have her.
Dick cannot stop his fit of laughter, and soon, all of you are struggling to breath as you giggle like children. Jason takes off his socks, and focus more than ever on the next game.
-Oh, and look at that, naked little birds. Maybe not so little though if you gotta use both hands...
Dick and Jason, their hands covering what they have between their thighs, are facing you, as red as tomatoes. Next to you, Tim smile slyly at them, forgetting his jealousy, standing proudly still in his boxers, as you are still...fully clothed.
-Ok, alright, you had your fun, are you done now ? Can we like...put our clothes back on ?
-Nope, that’s not how the game work...Run to your rooms naked, you’re not allowed to put those clothes back on.
They look at each others, then back at you to make sure you’re serious and...oh, you’re very serious. You didn’t destroy them at poker to not even enjoy the view a little. Their muscled chests were already pretty nice...but when they hurriedly left the room...damn their back muscles, thighs and NICE BUTTS !! Tim’s hand pinching your side brought you back to real life.
-What ? It’s not because I already ordered my meal that I can’t look at the menu some more.
You wink at him, and his scoff and little outraged expression make you laugh.
-Besides, I enjoyed seeing them blush, and Jason’s smug face disappearing after the first game, more than “looking” at them.
-I gotta admit, their facial expressions were priceless.
Tim smiles fondly at you and take you close to him, pressing a searing kiss on your lips, just to make sure you remember that only him can make you feel that way...When you pull away, he says :
-I didn’t know you were that good at poker by the way, you amaze more and more every day.
-Ttt, I cheated Tim.
-I always cheat at poker, that’s why I’m so good at it. I count the cards, and when I shuffle them, I put some on up my sleeves.
-Are you serious ? I didn’t see anything...
-Yup, serious as Hell. And that’s the point, for people not to realize I’m cheating.
He looks at you, stunned again...and a bright smile spread across his face. You loved his smile.
-Oh my, I love you so much (Y/N), you’re the most amazing woman I ever met.
-I love you too Tim...You’re definitely in the top five most amazing men I ever met.
-You think you’re funny don’t you ?
-I think I’m hilarious.
He laughs, genuinely laughs, and it’s so rare that you can’t help but kiss him. It’s so good to see him relax, and not stressed by his nightly activities (yes, you know...of course you know, you guessed pretty quickly, and anyway, he told you). His lips taste of coffee, and you remind yourself to be more careful and to watch his caffein intake with more attention.
His father’s heavy steps make you two pull away from each other (with great regret). Enter a very confused Bruce. He’s showing somewhere behind himself with his thumbs and says, clearly troubled :
-...Wh...Why were Dick and Jason running naked in the house ?
Tim’s and your laugh answer him, and as you leave the room, the Batman finds himself completely clueless for the first time in years. Maybe watching “The Sound of Music” would help ? ...
Y/N, helping Dick through a romantic crisis: Dick, you have a lot to offer a partner. You’re funny, you’re smart-
Tim: You’re flexible-
Jason: You’re sweet I guess-
Damian: Oh, did you want me to say something?
Damian: You have dark hair, your name is Richard
Dick, in tears: Thank you, Damian
Wild Child 2, “We want them back !” - Batmom x Batfam
PLEASE READ MY AUTHOR’S NOTE BEFORE READING THE FIC, as there’s some explanation needed (in case your new or just didn’t read the fics mentioned) : A few months ago, I wrote a fic called Wild Child talking about Batmom’s childhood. About the fact she grew up in a rough neighborhood and therefor kinda caught up in...petty crimes. And a random idea just popped up in my head today : “What if the Batboys and Bruce went back in time and met that young Batmom that used to be a bit wild ?”. So...This is the story of this. IT TURNED OUT COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM MY ORIGINAL PLAN however. It was suppose to be a SHORT silly fic and turned into a long piece about her past, with a more serious tone because of the themes, with a bit of angst (hell I even ended up adding Thomas, and just in case you wonder who that little guy is, he appears in those stories : Master of Diaper, Shaky steps and bad teaching, Polichinelle, “Go away, you’re confusing my baby” and After Batmom’s death) and all so...yeah. Ok. Boom. The end. Hope you’ll like it !! As usual, comments = life.
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Your voice was weak, full of pain, and he just watched, not able to do anything.
The scene replayed itself in his head over and over again.
It was early in the evening when it happened.
You were all about to have dinner together, which was a rare occurence...But it was Thomas’ birthday and you promised to be all there.
Dick came from Blüdhaven just for the occasion, saying his little bro’s sixth birthday was more important than anything else (when Thomas was born, your entire family made a promise to ALWAYS be there for him, in the hope that he wouldn’t turn like any of them).
And here you all were, right before dinner, getting ready to eat cake.
Alfred pointed out, one of his eyebrow raised, that usually, the cake came AFTER dinner. But the way little Thomas turned to him, using the puppy eyes he inherited from you and that Alfred never been able to resist, and the way he took a small voice to say :
“But what if something happens before we get to the cake ?! You know just like me it’s possible with this family of mine...”
The boy said, pointing at his family, taking a visibly fake and exaggerated sorrowed expression, shaking his head sadly...it made all of you chuckle.
Besides, he was right. Something could happen before the end of dinner, but he was oh so obviously saying that because he wanted his cake now...That boys was too clever for his own good.
And so you started dinner with the cake.
But not before, of course, Thomas harassed all of you to know what his birthday present(s) would be ! His best bet was a “spaceship, but not for him because he’s too young. A spaceship for his pet lizard, IggyPop (yes, like the singer), so he could go explore space for him...he’d put a camera on his head, so he could see what IggyPop would see ! IggyPop isn’t too young to go to space, because sure he’s four, but in lizard years that’s his early thirties or something”.
This made Jason and Dick laugh for an hour, while the rest of you just couldn’t handle that much cuteness. Oh the imagination that kid had.
But at this fateful moment, Damian was putting candles on his little brother’s cake, Dick was setting plates down, Jason was filling everyone’s flute glass with “Champagne” (just sparkly apple juice for kids. Thomas loved to imitate the grown ups he saw at boring galas and whatnot, and drink “champagne” snobbishly). Tim was adding a few last touch to the birthday decorations, hanging a banner with the ninja turtles on it (Tommy was a fan).
Alfred was supervising everything while you and Bruce observed the scene, did smiles on your faces. His arm was around your shoulders, and he just felt so damn happy right now, today, on his youngest son’s birthday, with you so close.
Thomas was bouncing all around the room chanting happily : “Cake ! Cake ! Cake ! Caaaaakeeee !!” in rhythm with his jumps. He didn’t really care that it was his birthday, he was more excited about spending time with ALL his family, and the most excited about...Cake !
Finally, Damian was calling him to come sit behind his cake, as it was time to blow out his candles.
And that’s when it happened.
“Make a wish sweetie.”
You told your son tenderly.
All gathered around him, as Alfred was taking pictures...and there it was.
Time to make a wish (he wished for his dad and brothers to stay the entire night home...).
Suddenly, Thomas didn’t feel well.
He visibly winced and grabbed his shirt, where his heart was.
Jason was the first to react :
“You alright Tommy ?”
They didn’t have time to do much as you gasped in pain as well.
Tim asked, confused and worried.
Thomas turned to his parents, panic and fear in his eyes.
“Daddy, what’s happening ?!”
Bruce was frozen in his spot. Unable to move, to reassure his son, to reach for his wife...Frozen. Just like his heart was starting to be.
Damian, who was the closest from Thomas tried and reached for him, utterly distressed by the look of pain on his precious younger sibling...but his hand went right through him.
Damian heard himself scream.
The boy turned to his brother, who has always been there to protect him, and desperately tried to reach to him, as he often did when he was upset. Tried to jump in his arms, and be comforted by his warm embrace. His brother’s hugs always made all his troubles go away, he just had to...reach...him...
But once more, he went right through him.
And everything was hurting so much !
“Damian...help me...Daddy, mommy, I’m scared...”
His voice went decrescendo, and right in front of his horrified brothers...The boy vanished. He was just not there anymore.
Damian, shocked, patted the floor in disbelief, right where his brother stood a second before. Wait...what was he doing patting that floor ? ...
Thomas ! Thomas just disappeared !
Was he...forgetting him ?
Damian turned to his other brothers, tears in his eyes, but they were looking elsewhere now, towards their mother, not having the time to register that their precious little brother was gone. They were looking towards you.
You were fading away too, an indescribable pain in your eyes.
And Damian knew it was bad, it was the worst, when it seemed you didn’t even notice Thomas disappearing.
You were looking at your husband, stunned, unable to touch him, not understanding what was happening to you, and why was everything so painful ?
Were your last word as, just like your youngest son, you completely disappeared.
Dick was the first to talk, as they all just stare at the empty spots their loved ones had left :
“What...What just happened ?!”
They weren’t sure about what exactly happened, but a few seconds after yours and Thomas’ disappearances, they already were in action.
They rushed to the Batcave, and as your name kept going in and out of Bruce’s mind, his first instinct was to look for it in the Batcomputer’s database.
Bruce’s heart dropped. His blood chilled.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), deceased.”
And the dates were all wrong...
If they believed the article that talked about your murder, you were eleven when you died. Years ago. And it was a cold case. They never found your killer (and never really bothered as you were just a kid from the Narrows...despite Commissioner Gordon, then just a mere officer, never really giving up. The only notes about your death in the files were his, and it was very short : “Why would an eleven years old be executed, as this clearly was a planned execution ? Who would want that kid dead so bad ? ...” and didn’t have any answers).
And suddenly, Bruce knew exactly what had happened.
For some unknown reason that he was determined to find out, someone travelled back in time to kill you.
It all fitted this scenario. The way you AND Thomas disappeared, the way he only remembered you by sheer will, feeling more and more than he was forgetting his life with you...
Memories of another life where you two never met were starting to overtake the one where you did...and it wasn’t a life as happy as with you. Without you, none of them were happy, and he didn’t need “fake” memories of a life without your presence to know it.
In fact, Bruce was pretty sure that the deep and powerful love he had for you and his son was the only thing that kept those memories at bay, that kept you in his head while this new timeline was trying to erase you from it.
But it wouldn’t hold on forever.
History had been rewritten, eventually, wether they wanted to or not, you and Thomas would forever disappear from their mind...they had to act fast.
It didn’t take long to convince Barry Allen aka Flash to take them to the year you’ve been killed in.
He swore he would never meddle with time again, but seeing the despair on Batman’s face (just the fact that he actually didn’t go to him as Batman, but as Bruce Wayne)...In this timeline, Barry only ever saw him broody and with a constant frown plastered on his face (and he certainly never revealed his secret identity just like that !).
Same for his sons.
But in the World Batman was describing to him? He was happy. And sure he might still appear broody and angry and sad but deep down ? He wasn’t.
Because of you.
Thanks to you.
Besides, Barry had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, your name sounding familiar yet foreign...But...It just didn’t feel right that you weren’t there. He never met you in this timeline, but it felt utterly wrong that he didn’t know you !
It was a gut feeling. The kind that is impossible to ignore.
And as he promised he would never travel back in time, he found himself doing just that. Worst, he was bringing five people with him...
Barry left them in a dirty alleyway in the neighborhood you grew up in. Told them he would come back every day at midnight to bring them home when they were done.
Bruce and your boys didn’t know how long it would take to save you and to make sure you’d stay safe, so this seemed like a great plan.
Flash bid them good luck, and went on his way.
Bruce and your boys were in civilian clothes of the time (Dick couldn’t get over how unfashionable it was, even in the dire situation they were in...oh but you always said that joking was the best way to lift the mood up. It completely failed in this instance).
“Ok, where do we start ?”
Jason asked, looking at his father, determination burning in his eyes.
Bruce took a big breath. He had to keep his head clear, as usual, if he wanted to save you. He said :
“Well it’s almost 8 am, she’s probably in the bus to school. I know where it is, follow me.“
It was so, oh so strange.
Your boys couldn’t wrap their head around it. Because...It was very obviously you. The way you stood, your demeanor, your eyes, your hair...
But at the same time, you were so different.
They’d figure though. After all, right now, you were just eleven.
Of course, you looked younger, but your facial feature were easily recognizable.
Your cute nose, the spark in your eyes, your half-smirk etc etc...Yes. It was definitely you. Their mother. Their...eleven year old mother ?
You were wearing a leather jacket that was WAY too big for you, a pair of worn out converse and old torn jeans (though they weren’t sure this was your fashion sense, or just the fact you were from a poor family and wore what you had, wether there were holes in it or not).
Your oversized leather jacket was opened on a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. Jason remembered you once told him, as you were giving him all your vinyls for his collection, that as a kid you were a massive fan of classic rock, mainly because your brothers’ were too...
Your husband couldn’t help but stare at that kid who was you, imagining that if you guys ever had another kid besides Thomas, and it was a daughter, she would probably look exactly like you...Exactly like you right now.
But if he wanted to even have the possibility to have more children with you, he had to make sure you were safe. He scanned the area and...Oh.
Oh you weren’t going to make it easy for them, were you ?
Bruce was right, you were exiting the school bus right now, as he said you would.
You were followed closely by a skinny boy of about your age, who was wearing an old hoodie who definitely had been worn many MANY times before him, and cargo shorts. Tennis shoes on his feet, that probably used to be white but were now dark grey, a “Nike” logo painted with red marker on it...Was this ?
Yes. It had to be him. Who else would it be ?
And when you called him “Alex”, Bruce was sure it was indeed your best childhood friend, with whom you lost contact in your teen years, and only found back a few years ago as he moved back to Gotham.
Damian got confused for a second, thinking “Alexander” was your brother who was still alive, and who had been released from prison not so long ago. Bruce said yes, “Alexander” is your brother, but “Alexandar”, with an “a”, was your best friend. You called them both Alex, which was a pretty common name, but they were definitely not the same person.
Alexander, your brother, had been in prison ever since you turned ten because he got badly involved with the Falcone family and did some pretty terrible things. He got released only a few months ago, and you started to talk again only at that time, as so far, he was in the secured quarters of Blackgate and all visits were forbidden, no matter that your name was “Wayne”...
While Alexandar, with an “a”, was a fashion designer who grew up in Gotham, only to follow his mom to Los Angeles when she finally got the courage to leave her abusive husband, and all that pitiful life behind. He was a sweet man with a wicked sense of humor, kinda the male version of you, and had moved back to Gotham a few years ago. He often came for dinners, and always had the best stories about your unruly child self...
Bruce liked Alex.
He was your only male friend of whom he wasn’t jealous of...probably because he was gay and constantly hitting on him just to tease you. It worked every time...Bruce smiled to the fond memory as he followed you discreetly.
Your family was expecting you to go right as you exited the school bus, towards the said school, like all the other kids only...Only you walked decisively to the opposite side.
Yup. You were definitely turning left. Not looking back once. Talking energetically with your friend.
Bruce had forgotten but the memory of Alex’s stories just resurfaced. When you were that age...You weren’t exactly well behaved.
Of course you would skip school.
Bruce groaned though, because it meant that it would be more difficult to make sure that nothing would happen to you, right there, out in the open...
Your boys and him went as unsuspiciously as possible closer to you to listen in on your conversation with your friend. They blended right in the thick crowd in the street, your old neighborhood being quite a busy one.
Alex was in the middle of a sentence when they came close enough to hear :
“...Selling Oregano to rich kids telling them it’s weed, I can’t decide if it’s genius or dangerous !”
You turned to him and answered :
“Genius. It’s genius. Easy money. Because if they do realize it’s not weed, what are they gonna do ? Barge in the Narrows asking for their money back ? They’d never dare !!”
“Oh I didn’t even think about that...(Y/N), you are a genius !”
A satisfied smile spread to your lips, but it fell as you saw your friend’s own smile turn into a frown :
“Wait, they’re not that stupid...They’ll smell it and will realize it’s NOT weed !”
“But they ARE that stupid. Like all we need to tell them, is that it’s a new breed of weed or something. I heard Kit, my neighbor, talk about his experiments and how he creates new breeds every day. It’s totally possible. Plus, just because we’re from the Narrows, they’ll expect us to have the real deal, know what I mean ? Turning tables on their stupid discrimination !”
Your friend nodded thoughtfully. It is true, that a lot of people in high town thought everyone in the Narrows or the Bowery were criminals, even if they weren’t. This idea could work...
You and Alex turned the corner of the street and entered a supermarket.
There, Bruce and your boys separated. Damian and Tim went in, as they would be less suspicious in your eyes, while Bruce, Jason and Dick waited outside.
It only took a few minutes.
Damian and Tim were rushing outside. Out of breath, Tim managed to say :
“They’re totally stealing right now, and they’re not really being discreet about it, as if they want to be caught, and I think a security guard saw them so...”
He didn’t have time to finish talking as two small figures exited the supermarket hurriedly, followed by an angry security guard who was cursing at them.
The man chasing you though, stopped before crossing the street as it would be suicide to rush into Gotham’s traffic like that...Which is exactly what you and Alex did.
However, you were weaving around the cars and bicycles and everything as if nothing, obviously used to cross the road anywhere at any time, stopping right on time, and then jumping out of the way of cars...A lot of people honked, but before your family realized it, you and your friend were slowly disappearing in the park in front of the supermarket, having crossed the road safely.
They snapped out of their daze, shocked about what they just witnessed, and followed after you as quickly as they could.
Fortunately, you and Alex stopped on a bench in the park, not too far.
You were talking about how today, the security guard was a bit faster and almost caught you, but hey, the big idiot would never cross that road so...even if you were mere meters from him, he’d never catch you.
Bruce and your boys hid in a tree as they kept an eye on you and your surroundings, scanning the place with their gadget to be sure things were safe.
“Ok so, let’s empty our pockets to show what our hunt brought !”
You said in a cheerful voice, emptying your pockets and...Well that oversized leather jacket surely came in handy.
Your loot was amazingly large, for such a short time spend in the shop. You were obviously professionals.
Damian almost whistled in admiration, before he remembered he had to be discreet. They watched you as you shared your theft with your friend.
“I think we have enough oregano to pay three months rent man !”
You said excitedly as you lifted a few package of oregano in the air.
“Plus, I took some other herbs to fit our story of new breeds you know ? So if there’s different smells it’ll be more believable !”
Alex said, showing you other packages. You gave him a look of admiration and said :
“My dude, I might come up with plans a lot, but you’re the one that makes them perfect !”
Alex blushed slightly, not used to compliments as he was an only child born from an abusive father, and a mother who never dared to speak up.
“Oh also...tadaaaaaaa !!”
You beamed as you saw what your friend was showing you. Pringles. Pizza pringles, your favorite ! You hugged him and chattered happily about anything.
When noon came, almost four hours after you stole from the shop, you had finished your stock of snacks and beverages, and had bagged your “weed”, and were about to move to high town to sell it...
Your family followed after you (they had patiently waited, taking turn to scout the area and make sure it was safe), worried that things might go south as your plan sounded...not really great. Selling things that were obviously not weed ? Even to rich teenagers ? It was dangerous.
But to their surprise...Your plan went perfectly. You bullshited your way through wonderfully, talking about the different scent of your new breeds, and even promising to bring more next time if they liked it...You were pretty sure they’d love it. Just the fact you told them those were special breeds of weed would have a placebo effect on them, and they’d be baked for nothing.
Alex and you played your part so beautifully, Bruce wondered why you never became an actress, or him an actor...But he guessed your actual job, writer and fashion designer, wasn’t too far from this craft ?
Snickering to yourself, you went back to your neighborhood, with hundreds of dollars in your pockets. More money than you ever saw ! You made sure to hide it well in your pants though, and not brag about it, because if you did...you could be sure someone would steal it from you. Maybe violently.
You were happily walking back toward your apartment complex when...Speaking of the Devil :
“Oh, well if it isn’t that little fagget of Alexandaaaaar !”
Bruce and your boys stiffened. A group of teenager that were about seventeen years old were walking towards you, with clear belliquous intentions.
Tim remembered an interesting conversation he had with your best childhood friend, about how he knew from a very early age that he was gay, and how he never hid it, even if it meant being beaten up by his father...Well the boy guessed that what was about to happen was because Alex wasn’t hiding his maybe a bit too much feminine ways.
As soon as you heard the word “fagget”, your face turned red with anger. Why ? Why were they bothering him because he was a bit girly sometimes, and not her because she was somewhat of a tomboy ?! Why were they bothering him at all ? He never did anything wrong !! (Well, except maybe for the “occasional” theft and scams). Already at that time, injustice drove you crazy. And you always ended up standing up for those who didn’t dare to, even if it would put you in trouble.
The teenagers weren’t even half-way to you that you turned to them, a look of defiance in your eyes, and said :
“You know, my brother who’s also called Alex says that those who calls other “fagget” and whatnot are just frustrated people who will spend their entire life...in the closet.”
You said, matter of factly, holding the look of the older and taller guy who dared to call your friend a gay slur. Next to you, Alex tensed up and grabbed your sleeve, signifying to you that he wanted to run away. Now, when you still had time. But you didn’t budge, ready to stand your ground.
Jason tensed next to the rest of his family. He knew perfectly well the kind of boy those teenagers were. He grew up with this kind around him, beating him up to steal whatever he owned whenever they could, attacking him because he was smaller and weaker.
Jason knew what those guys were capable of, and he knew they tended to get angry very fast...And he was right. A flash of fury crossed the face of the one you talked to as he came dangerously close to you. He said :
“Yeah ? Well your brother is also a fagget. I bet he’s having a great time in jail right now...”
You were too young to truly understand the meaning behind that, but the mere mention of your brother being in prison was enough to make you angry as well. Unimpressed with the teenage boy towering over you, you kept his gaze and said :
“Take back what you said.”
The bully hesitated for a second, unused to have one of his victims talk back in that way. Or at least, unused to have a victim who couldn’t really defend herself talk back. With a mean smile, he said :
“Or what ?”
You looked at him straight in the eyes and said, with such confidence that the he flinched :
“Or I’ll beat your ass.”
Your family was ready to intervene if need be, knowing that it could be dangerous if they did, as you would remember them surely (after all, they’d save you) and then...what would happen if you knew who Bruce was before you met him, years later ? Maybe things would be different. But if those bullies acted as if they were going to hurt you, they would risk it.
After a few seconds of hesitation, almost impressed by the aura radiating from you, the teenage boys finally ended up laughing , and the leader continued :
“Oh you will won’t ya ? Damn Alex, your little friend here has some guts. It’d be a shame I lay them on the ground by stabbing ‘em right ?”
Alex gulped, and it suddenly was clear to you that he dealt with those guys before, even if you never saw them (though they knew who you were, or at least knew who your oldest brother was...but he was in prison because he worked for a mafia leader, so of course he was infamous in the neighborhood).
And by the fear in his eyes, you knew that even if they weren’t actually about to stab you, they were dangerous guys. ...But you were angry, and when angry, you could never think straight. It just drove you utterly mad, the fact that those guys probably bullied your friend since a long time and you never knew. Utterly mad ! And so what did you do ?
You laughed back. Of a snickering, condescending laugh. One that could infuriate anyone (you loved to use said laugh whenever Bruce was being a dick). You turned to them and said :
“If ya know who my brother is, maybe you shouldn’t fuck around with me too much eh ?”
There was another few seconds of hesitation, as they really weren’t used to be talked back like that by weaklings...But then, the leader of this little pack said :
“But your brother isn’t there anymore is he ? He’s been send to black gate, for a long time. I know, because my cousin Vinny told me. Which is why I know you, too. You’re that kid that filled the ice box at Falcone’s bar.”
“Yeah, that’s me, and I know a lot of people there so, you should watch it.”
He laughed meanly, and said :
“Oh pleaaase, how stupid do you think I am ?”
It was clear you couldn’t hold yourself as your snarkily replied :
“On a scale from one to ten ?”
He pursed his lips a bit, but seemed to control his anger, as he drew dangerously close to you. He didn’t like when people resisted him, and seemed so unimpressed with him...So he launched his secret weapon :
“Girl, don’t you threaten me. My cousin Vinny is a Falcone, which makes me a Falcone. That’s why I know who you are, who your brother is. I meddle in that hard life too. I already met the big boss even ! (that was so clearly a lie) And you know what ? Us Falcone ain’t fucking around. So you better watch it.”
“You need to brush up your threats, boy. Cause I ain’t scared right now.”
Next to you, Alex was now jumping from one leg to the other, utterly stressed. You were gonna get them killed !! ...But no. You saw right through that guy’s game, didn’t you ? He was mostly all bark but no bite. Of course he wasn’t going to kill you just like that...hurt you though...To your friend’s great distress, you kept going :
“Also, if that’s the future of the Falcone ? Mama mia, the city will become suddenly much safer.”
This was too much for the bully, as he came right in your face, fury written all over his feature, and said :
“You think you’re so goddamn smart uh ? That you can get away with everything just cause your brother was big eh ?”
You give him your trademark half-smirk and answer :
“Yes. Plus, I think you’re all bark and no bite and likes to prey on little kids, which renders you...quite pathetic really”
He was properly fuming, and made a motion to grab you but then stop himself. You raised an eyebrow in defiance, as he was proving you were right...But then he smiled at you, of a cruel and well calculated smile. He brushed your shoulder lightly and said, in a mellow voice :
"That’s one fine jacket you got there !”
The sudden change in his tone took you by surprise. What ? He was eyeing your leather jacket now, a glint in his eyes. He smiled again, of that creepy smile full of underlying threat, and kept going :
“A shame that a shrimp like you would wear it, it doesn’t fit you at all. It would much rather fit...me. I tell you what, give me your jacket and we forget everything and let you and the little fagget leave, ok ? Of course, there would be more than the jacket to seal the deal. You give us some money every week, and you spread around rumors about how badass I am, and...you’re free to go. And I don’t break your cute little face. If you refuse, I will break it, and get your jacket anyway”
You fisted your jacket, holding on to it and a hint of fear appeared in your eyes. And light shone in Bruce’s head...This jacket, he saw it before.
You were wearing it, above your fancy dress, at that charity event you met him at. You told him...You told him it was your brother’s. It was Alexander’s, he left it to you promising he’d come get it back when he’ll be released from prison. You treasured it beyond anything. And you would definitely get yourself in trouble if it meant you’d keep it.
Jason’s jaws clenched. He definitely knew this kind of guy. The bully knew that just beating you up wasn’t a good example enough to assure his dominance on you, he had to do more, hence that weird table turning turn of event. He wanted to own you. Which was a very Falcone thing to do...
You took a step back and, a bit less sure than before you said :
“Don’t come close, or you’ll regret it !”
The bully grabbed your jacket, and Alex reacted by instinct. He headbutted the guy straight in the nose, and the teenager screamed in pain but unfortunately...He didn’t let go off your jacket, as your friend hoped.
And this was bad. Because before, you could have gotten away by running (you knew those streets by heart, loosing those idiots would be easy, after all, you spend half your time loosing cops by running on the roofs). Or by just loosing money and the jacket and kinda becoming their slaves...
But now ? As Alex reflexively hit the dude ? (You were in danger, or at least it felt like you were, he didn’t think, he just hit the guy !) They were going to beat you up. Badly. One of the other teenager punched Alex straight in the guts, and your friend fell on the floor. You were about to protest as the bully who was still holding you headbutted you back, probably thinking you were the one that broke his nose !
And man it hurt. He missed your nose, but hit your jaw full forces, and you fell backward, almost knocked out.
Watching from not far, your sons and Bruce were about to intervene but...Two guys came in. Older than the four teenaged boys. Stronger. Taller.
Without even a warning, whatsoever of the man grabbed the one that head butted you and threw him in a trash can that was nearby, while the other one got hold of the one who hit Alex and kneed him right in the stomach.
Everything happened so fast...All of a sudden, police whistles were heard. And the two new strangers took you and Alex. One of them threw the Alex over his shoulder and started to run in an adjacent street, while the other one delicately took you in his arms, and started to run as well.
Your sons and your husband had lost sight of you...
Bruce remembered where you were suppose to live at that time in your life, and with his sons, climbed in a nearby building and...Relief too over them.
Here you were.
“Who are they ?”
Damian asked, as he curiously looked into the tiny living room you were in, laid on the couch.
“Her brothers. Daniel and Ethan. I never heard her call them like that though...She always just said “Danny” and “Heath”.”
“Her brothers...The ones who died, shot by corrupted police officers ?”
“Yes. It’s also what got her away from crime. This terrible loss.”
Damian shook his head thoughtfully. He did recall you talking about you older brothers fondly, saying that they saved you from a life of crime where you’d never meet them...He guessed that you meant that their death touched you so much, that you turned her back on this life forever. You rarely talked about them, just like his dad rarely talked about his parents. The pain would forever be too strong. And memories too bitter, even if when you did talk about them, you only talked about the good times. Why they were so important, and the best brothers ever...
And here, watching them take care of you through the window of your tiny apartment, Damian felt a wave of sadness overtaking him, as he knew what was going to happen to your two older brother, in a few years, and oh he wished he could avoid you that world of pain...
He remembered how he felt when he thought Dick and Tim were dead. It was awful. And now, just the mere thought of maybe never seeing Thomas again...It made him so unbelievably angry, that you had to go through so much.
And suddenly, Damian understood why you always made sure they were getting along, why you were always on their back when they were fighting. Why you sermoned them about the importance of family, and of being there for each others. Why you would be strict only on that front.
It’s because the people you grew up with, who were suppose to be there for you for the rest of your life...were all gone. Before you met Bruce, and rebuild a family, you roamed the Earth for a few years...All alone.
Alex (your brother) was in prison in high security, making him impossible for you to even just visit him a few times, Danny and Heath were dead, Alex (your friend) moved to the other side of the country...And you were alone, living in that depressing little apartment.
No wonder your first book was about a lonely princesse who traveled through universes in desperate search for...Something. Finding out this something was a family (it was very cheesy, but Damian AND Bruce, and all your kids really, were fans).
As Damian watched your brothers take care of you, he realized how small your living space truly was as well. The apartment you grew up in, where you spend your childhood, was composed of only two rooms.
The living room/your bedrom/the kitchen, and your brothers’ bedroom that used to be your parents’. The bathroom was out in the corridor, small, and shared with the rest of your floor (about thirty people for one tiny bathroom).
Damian couldn’t even fathom how you used to live, when your mom was still alive (she overdosed when you were sick, fortunately, you weren’t home that day, your oldest brother found her...he smiled less, after that episode, and since you were officially orphans and he was over eighteen, he took care of all of you...which eventually lead him to the Falcone family) and your dad wasn't in prison yet (he was incarcerated when you were about five, and died a few years later there, you barely even remember him...).
How could six people live in there ?
No wonder you were often outside, up to no good. You had no real home. No real bedroom. You slept on a couch. You had nowhere to feel safe, except for a makeshift blanket fort...
You screaming out in pain got Damian out of his thoughts, and he looked towards the only window of your place.
You were just wriggling out of your brothers arms, as they were pouring...Vodka, on your wound ? Damian focused his attention back in the living room.
“Stop moving (Y/N) or it’ll take even more time !”
“But it huuuuuurts !”
“Yes well you should have thought about that before fighting bigger than you !”
“I wasn’t fighting, Alex was ! I was just...talking.”
Alex let out a cry of outraged at your words, and was about to defend himself when one of your brother, Danny, said :
“Don’t worry Alex, we know she started it.”
It was your turn to cry in outrage, as you said, pouting :
“They started it by calling him a fagget !”
“Yes, well when someone stronger than you talk to you like that, you run away ok ? You don’t try to fight.”
You gave your brother a surprised and confused look that broke his heart (you were too young to understand that this world wasn’t meant for idealist, for people who had principals and wanted to be good...) and said :
“But...Why ? They were wrong.”
Neither Danny nor Heath had the courage to explain to you and Alex that the World wasn’t an easy place to live in, and that sometimes, you had to cower away to survive. That sometimes, you had to do bad things to survive. And so they just shook their head and told you you’d understand when you’d grow up (little did they know that the day you’d understand that, would be the day of their death...only you would always refuse to not fight for what you believed in, which is why you always got along so well with Bruce. You thought the same way. You could change things, make things better. Show people like your brother that there was an other way than crime, or cowering up...).
They took advantage of the fact you were distracted to pour some more vodka on your wound and, surprised, you slapped them and yelled “HEY !”, which made them laugh (your slaps weren’t that painful). They ruffled your hair tenderly...
Bruce and your boys spend the next two hours standing guards in front of your window, while watching you interact with your brothers and Alex.
It was so obvious how close you all were. How, even if you had a tough life and not a lot of money, you were still happy altogether. You almost got beaten up, but the episode was forgotten already as you all joked around...You didn’t have TV, so from a very early age, you learned to tell stories.
Which is probably why you became a writer. You were telling one particularly funny one when Heath’s phone rung.
He took the call, and his smile soon faded away, replaced by a serious expression you rarely saw on his face. No. This was Alex’s (your brother) face. When he had to do something bad for the Falcone family...Wait...No, not !
“Please, tell me you guys aren’t involve in what I think you are !”
Heath and Danny exchanged an embarrassed look, and oh they wished you weren’t so damn smart. They turned to you, and Danny bend down to say :
“Listen (Y/N), it’s nothing ok ? Just a small little favor we do for him, and it’s great cash in return. We need the money ok ? I promise you it’s no big deal. I promise !”
Tears in your eyes as the scene of your oldest brother being taken away violently by the police replayed in your head, you yelled :
“Please no Danny ! Please no ! Don’t do it ! And not you either Heath !! Please ! Look ! Look I made money today ! Working for myself ! Look ! There’s two hundred dollars here !”
You emptied your pockets in your brother’s hands, and they both looked at you, surprised. Their brow creased, and Danny, who was now the “oldest” of the house asked you :
“How did you get that money (Y/N)?”
“I sold fake weed.”
They exchanged another look and turned to you, worried in their face. Heath crouched in front of you too and said :
“No little one, no. Let us do the dirty work, we’re the adults, we’re suppose to do that...you...You were suppose to be in school. You promised.”
“I crossed my fingers.”
Heath’s phone rung again, and he exchanged another worried look with his brother, but this time not because of their little sweet sister. He mouthed “we have to go” and they both turned to you, an apologetic look in their face.
They stood up, and just couldn’t face you...They ignored your tears and your supplication for them to stay home, to not do this, because one day, just like it did for Alex, it turned on them !
But they felt like they had a duty. To you. And so they left, and got dragged down by their brother’s bad choice, by his reputation...About five years later, it would indeed turn on them as you predicted, and they would die, shot by corrupted police officer in a “drug bust”.
Your best childhood friend, who was always there for you, was sitting right next to you, his arm around your shoulder. Your backs were on the couch, and you were both silent.
You just had finished crying, as your brother left after making you promise to not leave the apartment tonight...You forgot to cross your fingers this time, so you had to do it.
Alex decided to stay. Wether he came home now or later, he would get beat up anyway so...he might as well stay longer. Plus, you needed his support too.
Your sadness turned into anger, and from outside, your future boys and Bruce saw you stand up and go get the bottle of vodka your brothers forgot to put away. You said :
“Do you want to get drunk for the first time ?”
“Well I kind of do...”
“I won’t stop you.”
You sat down next to him and settled the bottle next to you...
“Do you think one day things will get better ?”
Alex smiled sadly and said :
“For you yes. I’m sure of it. I bet that in ten years time, you’ll be a published famous author, and would have turn your life around !”
Your boys flinched at how accurate this was. In ten years, you’d be 21. It would be your first anniversary with Bruce, and you were already a millionaires thanks to the sell of your books...Wow.
You snorted, and said :
“Yeah sure, because that’s how life works. You wish for things to go better, and it does...Tt. Bullshit.”
You took a huge zip of vodka and...Spit it out immediately.
“Pouch What the Hell that’s gross !! Oh my god absolutely disgusting !!”
Alex started to laugh like crazy, and soon, you followed him. You were lucky to still be eleven, and somehow, at that age, your troubles still faded away rather quickly...
It had been a few days, and thankfully, it seemed like seeing you, even this younger version of you, allowed them to keep their memories.
Nothing happened. The article Bruce found on the Batcomputer didn’t really give a date, just a months. October. And so every day, they stood watch days and nights, taking turns, to make sure you were safe.
They witnessed you do some...pretty crazy things that they will definitely turn against you.
You promised, without crossing your fingers this time, to your brothers that you’d go to school...But you found a loophole. You never said how long you’d stay there.
Every day, you’d go there, and would manage to get out of there with Alex a few hours later. Usually during lunch break, if you didn’t get yourself thrown out of the classroom for bad behavior (mainly talking back and being very obnoxious on purpose, but not enough that they’d fire you from the school).
After that, you’d be up to no good...
You found the bullies that insulted Alex (they had stayed away from him for a while, ever since your brothers beat them up), and...Stole their dirt bikes.
You were eleven. You knew how to ride a motorcycle because Alex (your brother) showed you a while back, as you shared his passion for the two wheel motorized vehicle.
Alex (your friend) jumped on the back of the motorcycle as you rushed forward, without helmet, and drove around the Narrows for a while (where rare were the cops...it was THAT much of a bad area).
You drove for too long however, as a police car spotted you and...you were clearly to young to drive a motorcycle (it was easy to spot the little heels you put on your shoes to reach the gears and back break)...You lost them somewhere near Central Park, as you drove directly IN the park.
This particular dirt bike ? You dumped it in the lake (not aware yet of what “ecology” was...you were from a poor neighborhood, everyone threw their stuffs everywhere). In the coming years, you’d stole dirt bike from bullies, repaint them and then resell them to them haha...
Your boys and husband also saw eleven year old you steal from a lot of different supermarket, changing each time so they wouldn’t recognize you, and wearing ridiculous hats to camouflage yourself sometimes.
You’d only steal little things like snacks and such, but still...They also saw you play the daredevil by jumping from roof to roof (in the Narrows, building were built so close that it wasn’t actually THAT dangerous to do that).
They stared at you, in shock, as you freed animals from an animal shop known to mistreat their “product”, and oh they had to ask you to retell them the story of when you ran across Gotham with rabbits and hamsters in your arms ! Because they witnessed it first hand, but something was telling them that you’d tell the story in a great way.
They were able to appreciated your great sense of art as you graffitied multiple walls...Mainly to draw little flying pigs, for some reasons (they later learned that it wasn’t pigs but angels, and you were trying to redraw Led Zeppelin’s logo...you were really in love with that band at the time, but oh such a terrible painter...Stick to writing).
You even painted “fuck” on a wall, but then kind of felt bad maybe ? And added : “Mornings ?”. “Fuck mornings” interrogation point. Ok ?
They saw you break windows of abandoned building, clearly just for the pleasure to destroy things. But given the life you had at the time, maybe letting go of some of your anger by breaking things was the right thing to do ? ...
In any case, they saw your life at the time, which was mostly composed of you having terrible ideas, and your best friend telling you they were great, therefor you’d do them and it would often end up in both of you running into traffic to escape a security guard or the police...
And then one day, it finally happened.
After a week of keeping an eye on you. Things sprouted into action.
In the end, it’s good that it took so long, because they were able to see how you lived...but it was also nerve wracking to constantly be afraid for you, afraid they’d suddenly forget you if your murderer achieved his terrible feat...
It happened as you were alone in your apartment. Your brothers were out again, doing just a “small favor” for Don Falcone. And Alex went in vacation to his grandma’s (the only place no one ever hit him, and where he could eat pie all day).
You were writing when you must have gotten bored, or maybe you heard something...but in any case, you climbed on the emergency ladder and went up on the roof of your building.
Bruce and Jason were the one on watch that night, and that’s when they saw him. And suddenly...It kinda made sense.
At least, the list of who wanted to killed you got significantly smaller.
You were sitting on the side of the building, your legs dangling above the streets, when they saw him approach you slowly from behind, a gun with a silencer on it ready and pointed at your head.
Yes. It must have been someone extremely powerful, to hire him, and to find a way to make him travel back in time. Extremely powerful, and rich.
Thanks god your family chose a spot so close to you, yet hidden. So they could intervene fast but not be seen. They spun into action faster than a lightning bolt.
Dick is the one that hit Slade in the face, before the man could react, despite his own fighting talent. But he still pulled the trigger and grazed your shoulder...You screamed in surprise, pain and fear and turned around...
To witness the weirdest thing ever.
Five guys dressed in all black with mask that hid half their faces were hiding another dude who was wearing a weird black and orange suit. Ok, this was Gotham so like...What, a reckoning was happening on your roof ?
Not one second, not once, did you think this all thing would be for you...Because why would it be ?
Why would anyone wanna kill such a small insignificant kid ? Except an excess of sassiness, and a tendency to get yourself in small troubles...you were worth nothing.
At least in your opinion.
Of course to your brothers, you were worth everything. Which is why they kept working for Don Falcone even if they knew it was a terrible idea...but it was the only solution to keep you safe. If they were working for such a big man, no one would dare touching you. And you wouldn’t be kidnapped either because they weren’t important enough...They had thought this through.
And to those unknown men right now, you were the entire world. But you didn’t know it. For you, you just surely got caught in a cross fire or something. I mean, you saw worst in Gotham (well not really, but you knew the city, you were sure worst was happening than some ninjas fighting).
Obviously, the man in black and orange wasn’t standing any chance. After all, they were five against one, and five well trained one apparently.
You stood up, a hand over your small wound and slowly backed away...but the guys with the black and orange suit spotted you and pointed his gun at you once more. What the Hell ?!
Why ? Oh. But of course. No witnesses ? You saw movies that were too violent for your age where they would kill kids so there wouldn’t be witnesses...
You were suddenly so scared ! You wanted to run away but couldn’t, and so you stayed there, right where he aimed...But they finally took his weapon away and knocked him down.
Bruce turned to you, and you looked so small and scared, blood sipping from your arms, eyes wide open and trembling. His father instinct kicked in...He said :
“Robin, Nightwing and Red Robin, take care of her. Treat her wound. Reassure her. I’m going to ask a few question to our friend Slade with Red Hood...”
Dick, Tim and Damian left without arguing, knowing that their father and Jason were really the best to lead a successful interrogation.
You flinched away as three of them went to you, but the tallest one (Dick) quickly reassured you and his voice was oddly soothing. Like your brother’s, Alex.
“Don’t worry hum...Little girl. We’re here to help.”
You shook your head, still a bit unsure but they did seem to have saved your life right ? Besides, your arm hurt.
They took you back to your apartment, and took out of their belt everything they needed to treat you...it was definitely better than the vodka.
“You three are brothers, right ?”
You asked, curious. There was an alchemy between all of them that you could only explain that way. They must be brothers. They actually reminded you of you and your siblings !
The one the man called “Red Robin” smiled and said :
“Yes, yes we are.”
You didn’t quite know why, but strangely, knowing that they were siblings appeased you. Made you trust them more. Maybe because they radiated the same energy than you and your own brothers...?
You let them take care of you, enjoying their bickering and small teasing, and missing your brothers who had been gone since morning. Missing even more Alex, who you hoped wasn’t too mistreated in prison...You wished they could all be home right now, to meet your new friends.
Deathstroke wasn’t really difficult to convince.
“I always finish my contract Batman.”
“I’ll give you double the price you were offered.”
“...Oh but contracts are meant to be renegotiated !”
And he told them everything. This was the thing, with Slade Wilson. He was a bad guy but he...wasn’t. He was an asshole, that’s for sure. But he had his good moments. Rare, but still existing.
He wasn’t really “hyped about killing a kid” (his own word) but he understood the reasoning of his employer. Besides, that eleven year old, once an adult, kicked his ass a few times so...Eh. He wasn’t feeling THAT bad.
He explained that he received an encrypted message telling him where to go and that he met...Talia Al Ghul.
Damian’s biological mother.
A woman that had a pure and scary hatred for you, as you “stole” her love, the only man she ever loved in fact, AND even dared to “steal” her son (though you gave Damian more love than he ever had all those years with her...you made him understood what a real mom was).
Her point of view was that if you simply never met Bruce, she might have convinced him to rule the World by her side, or at least to love her...Clearly not understanding the meaning of this feeling. It wasn’t quite her fault though, she had been raised without love, with a false affection R’As gave her, like a spoiled brat would give to a puppy that was growing up too fast.
And so she hired him, and found the mean to send him back in time, at a critical point so that you’d never meet...Anytime before that fateful night you met at the gala really. Because once he saw you, it was over.
She could never have him.
But the machine wasn’t precise and he ended up in this time, where you were eleven...Mm.
So it was Talia. It actually...Made sense.
“I’ll never forgive her !”
Damian exclaimed, as his father said who was the culprit. And oh he wished he was back to the normal time already, so he could just...hug you.
The memories were coming back, clear. Which meant she did survive...which meant Bruce’s plan worked.
He paid Slade an incredible amount of money to always keep an eye on you, through the years, to be sure Talia wouldn’t send another assassin. Which was why we didn’t hear much about Deathstroke for years...He succeeded. And you were back...
Right now, your sons and Bruce were waiting for the midnight Rendez-vous with Flash. And Damian was just so fuming.
“This is not the end of it !”
Bruce laid a calming hand on his son’s shoulder.
“Of course it’s not, Damian. But we’ll take care of it later. Right now we...it’s...”
Dick finished his father’s sentence. The poor man was exhausted. Mentally and physically. He was the only one who almost didn’t sleep during this week of stake out...too worried you’d leave his memory, leave his life.
No one but those close to him truly ever realized what you meant to the Batman. You really were his world. Without you he couldn’t function, he couldn’t ...He couldn't access a huge chunk of his emotions. Couldn’t access the best of him. And so this week had been exhausting and too much.
He just wanted to go home. Hug you. And his son...
Dick finished his father’s sentence :
“Right now it’s time to celebrate that little boy’s birthday !”
Jason and Tim smiled fondly, feeling warm in their heart. Damian couldn’t get over his rage yet, and would only be able when seeing his brother and mom again...But Jason and Tim.
They were beyond happy. They understood too now, just like Damian did, why you were like that now.
Why you always spoke up. Why you never gave up. Why it was so important to you that they’d get along, and why you’d be kind of a cool mother...You always told them to follow the rules, but also that if anyone annoyed them, to just punch them or something.
And suddenly, it all made sense.
The lessons you taught him about the value of people, that they were never above anyone. And also the value of money, that not everyone was as privilege as them.
That family mattered the most. Because you’d always have them to fall back on.
That sometimes, it was ok to break the rules or be a bit snappy, if it was worth your principales.
They learned so much about you, from watching your eleven year old self navigating that difficult life of hers.
Mainly that there was always hope, because even in your worst moments at the time, you always ended up laughing and making crazy plans again...
But right now, they just couldn’t wait to see the present you.
They came back as Thomas was blowing his candles.
And oh, the surprise that took him when his brothers lifted him up and gave him the biggest hug ever...He quickly got over it though, as hugs were some of his favorite things. And when he excitedly exclaimed : “CAKE NOW !!”, they all felt their heart lifting in the air.
You...You they’d hug later. Casually. Because right now, you were their father’s. Of course, he too took his boy in his arms, realizing that he just didn’t know what would happen if beaming happy Thomas wasn’t in his life anymore...because that boy genuinely was always positive and had a knack to make everyone around him happy. It was a gift, really, that he would conserve all his life.
But right after...he kissed you passionately like he actually rarely did in public, even to annoy his sons (lots of eews ensued). He kissed you because...
Without you, no Thomas.
Of course his children brought him a lot but...Without you, he would have never learned to let go of his dark side and show a bit more emotions. Without you, who was the core of this family, maybe Jason would still not speak to his father. And maybe Damian wouldn’t open up so much.
Maybe Tim would kill himself at work, and Dick would still be that angry moody teenager who forgot all about his positiveness.
Without you...No Thomas.
He kissed you. Passionately. Also to forget a bit the pain he felt for you about your difficult childhood...He had his own trauma, but he had to admit you really had it tough.
But here you were. Smiling. Wondering what got into him. But also not having time to ask further right now because your youngest son was tugging on your sleeve to ask if he could open his present, his face almost painted with cake as he ate messily...
He pondered about telling you what happened. That those men you saw long time ago, and that saved your life were them (you still remembered, blurrily, the event...Sometimes wondering if it wasn’t just a dream as you were alone that night and no one heard or saw anything when you asked around).
A new memory was forming in Bruce’s head. The one were you told him about that episode, years ago, when you were eleven, where...ninjas saved your life, even if honestly, they were the one fighting on YOUR rooftop.
And yeah, maybe it was just a dream because it was so ridiculous...
Bruce almost told you a few time. But then...Then he decided against it. Because he knew that if you knew the pain your youngest son went through, that he almost disappeared, that your other sons almost ended up unhappy men etc etc...He knew it would make you suffer too much.
And he knew it would make bad memories come back. Your brothers not being there anymore, even if Alex was now released but almost a stranger as you didn’t see him since you were ten years old...
Your harsh life. The way things were a constant struggle...and maybe, maybe he would remind you of the good memories too but, the risk to pain you was too grand.
And so this travel back in time, that made all of them understand you better, would forever stay their secret...
And now, as little Thomas jumps all around the room excitedly and happily because he just had a skateboard (this kid was satisfied with nothing) and really loved it (it was even a ninja turtles one !!), Bruce almost forgot too, about this episode.
About you and his son almost never entering his life.
Replaced by beautiful new memories of you and the rest of his family, there, with him...That day, he ended up not going out for the night.
Your sons either. And Thomas’ wish when he blew his candles, that his dad and brothers would stay home...Happened.
I hope you liked it. Sorry if it’s shit. It turned out much darker than I originally anticipated, but I just had to, as Batmom’s childhood wasn’t that fun, and I needed to explain her character more. I hope you don’t think it’s utter shit... :/ *cringe attack* It’s 3:30 am, I’m going to bed, wrote late so I could post this and...Yes. I just hope you like it a little bit.
PS : I might write another ACTUALLY LIGHT HEARTED story about Batmom being turned into her eleven years old self but in the present, so there’s none of that angsty shit and just silly fun. Sorry if you’re disappointed because you expected something funny and ended up with...this. Oh and if the end feels a bit rush, it’s because I was tired and KNEW I would never be able to finish that story before a long time if I didn’t now so...Yeah. Also ran out of inspiration, and to be honest, was over it.
You doodled, a lot. All the time in fact. You carried a pen everywhere, always drawing spirals and flowers, lines and words all over your wrist, hand, and arms. You had always been told not to, that is may bother your “Soulmate” but those were rare now a day. “Soulmates” were common when your grandmother was a child, but they had become less and less common, to the point where if you had one, you were a rare exception. Your parents were lucky, and they were soulmates, convinced you would have one as well, but you, not so much.
You thought the idea was amazing, and yeah, it would be awesome, but you didn’t believe you had a soulmate, so every time your parents told you to stop drawing on your arms in pen, as to not give your soulmate ink poisoning, you ignored them, thinking how on earth could you have a soulmate? Until the last day of school.
You were walking down the hall, towards the door, when all the sudden your feet were swept from under you. You fell to the floor, backpack falling as well, and everything spilling out and onto the ground. You looked up to find the star baseball pitcher and a couple of cheerleaders all standing over you, glaring at your scattered things and fallen figure.
“What are you doing on the ground y/n? Scrubbing the floors like you were meant to be?” the tall blonde cheerleader asked, you never cared to learn her name because she was mean to everyone, but you knew she wasn’t here on a scholarship like you, no, her father bought her way into the school system.
She didn’t give you time to answer before she kicked you, the heel of her stiletto leaving a cut on your cheek. Her brunette friend grabbed your things and threw them all over the floor, taking what was left in your bag and examining it. She picked up your journal, a smirk growing on her face, and she took out your water bottle, opening it and dumping it over all the pages.
Tears threatened to fall down your cheeks, but you pushed them away, watching her destroy everything you had ever drawn and written since you were 8. The beautiful leather journal, now soaked with water, drips, and streams falling to the floor as the girl chucked it at your feet, laughing.
The cut on your cheek hurt like a bitch, but all you cared about was the leather book that you had poured your heart and soul into was now destroyed. The pitcher then picked you up by the collar, slamming you against the lockers. “You’re a worthless piece of shit, don’t ever forget that bitch!” he sad, getting his fist ready to hit your face, and all you did was turn your head away.
“Don’t. You. Dare” came a voice from down the hall, and then you opened your eyes to see a boy you had only heard about, Tim Drake. He was said to be a wallflower, genius, but not involved in anything at school other than classes. Avoiding drama, and disappearing like a ghost. You had heard he was “Hot”, but you could never see him that way, now that you looked at him. He was cute, you would admit that, but that was not what made you feel warm inside.
“Put. Her. Down. Now. Before we have a problem,” he said, rolling up his sleeves revealing arm muscles you would have never expected in a boy as skinny as him. You looked back at the pitcher, fear in his eyes. You weren’t sure if it was because of the fight Tim was willing to make, or if it was simply because his father could get the star athlete thrown out of here in a hot second. Either way, his grip on your shirt lessened, and your feet soon hit the ground, and you toppled again, falling to the floor.
The girls swarmed around the pitcher, and they all left, nervous looks on their faces and they walked away quickly, almost running. He walked over to you, his messy hair falling over his face as he reached out to grasp your hand.
“Are you alright,” he said in a calm yet caring voice, handing you a napkin from his bad so you could wipe the little bit of blood off your cheek.
“Yes, I am now, thank you,” you said, taking his hand and standing up, but it was then you noticed the flowers and spirals on his wrist, the little doodles and quotes running up his arms, the same ones that were on yours. You were wearing long sleeves so he couldn’t see what was drawn on you, but they were pulled up a little from being pinned against the lockers.
You let go of his hand, taking his arm gently instead, tracing your fingers over the spirals, waves, and delicate lines that now littered his pale skin. The simple black ink of your pen contrasted his pale skin in a way that made all the drawings beautiful, they almost looked elegant.
He watched you closely, looking down at his arms. Those weren’t there before. He had only heard about soulmates as a warning from Bruce, being told he probably wouldn’t have one like the rest of the family, and that he wouldn’t even know unless he met them, and unless they wrote or drew on their skin, and yet here he was, watching your hands trace over elegant and delicate lines that now littered his arms and hands. He watched as you traced them all, your hands and what he could see of your arms sharing the same markings, black pen by the looks of it. And then you stopped, stopped tracing the lines.
“I-I’m sorry,” you said, letting go of his arm quickly.
“No, it’s okay. I didn’t mind it actually.” Tim said back, a little grin on his face as a small blush grew over your cheeks.
You looked away from the boy, bringing your eyes to the ground, but then you saw your journal again, laying open and soaked, ink smudged and running through the pages. You knelt down carefully, reaching for the book, grasping it gently in your hand, ignoring the water running down your arm and slowly washing away the pen drawings scattered on them. Tears back in the corners of your eyes again.
“Are you okay?” Tim asked, now standing beside you, his eyes looking over the destroyed book in your hands.
“No, but I will be,” you spoke softly, closing the book and walking over to the nearest trash can, hesitating as you held it above the trash, but then dropping a piece of your soul inside, as well as the napkin, and walking back to your scattered things. You knelt down again, hands shaking, but you started to pick up everything. Tim knelt down next to you, helping you get everything back in your bag.
“Are you sure?” he asked as you picked up the bag, zipping it and slinging it over your shoulder.
“Yeah,” you said, one tear falling down your cheek, and you went to wipe it away, but he got there first, gently rubbing his thumb over your skin. He held it there for a little longer than necessary.
Yeah,” you said with a little more confidence, a small smile making it’s way to your face. You had just met your soulmate, and though it sucked that a journal was gone, a piece of your soul, this boy was a new one, so you should focus on that right?
“Alright,” he said, giving you a small smile back. He then looked down to his arms, turning them slowly, looking at every line with curious eyes. “So, you like to doodle?” he said, a smirk making its way to his face.
“Yeah, just a little,” a small laugh leaving your face as you walked to the main doors to leave the building.
“They helped me cope with my thoughts, and insomnia,” you explained, rolling up your sleeves to reveal a matching set of lines, and swirls, quotes, and flowers.
“Well, soulmate, never stop, doodling I mean. They’re really pretty, and they seem to fit you well. I don’t mind them, so don’t stop,” he said, a smile brighter than before upon his features.
“Alright,” you said, placing your pen back in your pocket, where you always kept it. You walked out the doors and into the marble stairs that lead to the ground.
“By the way, I never caught your name?” he said, stopping you.
“My name is y/n, y/n l/n” you said, extending your arm to his.
“Tim, Tim Drake,” he said, doing the same.
Later that night, you lay in bed, pen in hand and previous drawings faded from a long day, so you did what you do every night when you can’t sleep, you washed them off and started over, making new designs, new lines, new swirls, new quotes, new things you couldn’t describe, and then, you stopped halfway up your arm, halfway through a flower. You had a soulmate, what if they didn’t like drawings, what if they got annoyed, what if they ended up hating you?
Tim had just gotten home from patrol, ready for a snack and then bed, but Alfred insisted they all eat, even if it was 1:00 am, so he had a dinner ready and told them all to change. Without thinking, he threw on a short sleeve shirt and sweatpants, making his way down to the kitchen. The markings on his arms were gone, and he was tired, so he didn’t really register them not being there.
Sitting down at the table with the rest of his exhausted family, they began to eat, Bruce reading doing a crossword he had no time to do before, and all was silent until there was an audible gasp from Dick, and everyone looked up to see wide eyes.
“What is it, Grayson?” Damian asked, looking curiously at his older brother.
“T-Tim, your arm,” he said, and Tim looked down at his arm, black swirls and flowers, quotes and delicate lines. They ran their way up his arm, being drawn on by his soulmate until they suddenly stopped. All eyes were on Tim at this point, even Alfred. He then realized why they had stopped. Earlier, y/n had seemed unsure if they would bother him, maybe that was why there was a flower halfway up his arm only partially done.
He stood up, walked over to a wide-eyed bruce, took his red pen, and started to write on the inside of one of the large petals, “Don’t stop, I don’t mind them. I actually enjoy them, so don’t worry.”
He gave the pen back to Bruce, and sat back down at his spot, grabbing his fork and knife and starting to eat again. It was silent at the table as the drawing started slowly and continued along his arm, everyone looking at him, but all he did was eat, looking at his arm and smiling.
“Tim, you have a soulmate?” Bruce asked, still a little stunned.
“Hmmm,” Tim hummed, picking up his plate and walking over to the sink, placing it inside, and smiling even more than before. He ignored the stares of his family members, walking up the stairs and down the hall to his room. Opening the door and sitting on his bed, looking out his window and up at the stars, over the mountains and up at the moon, the flower now finished and his writing incorporated into the delicate design. He had a soulmate.
Y/n sat in her room, smiling as wide as she could, continuing her drawings all up her arm in the black pen she so adored. The fairy lights by her bookshelf wall providing just enough light to see as she looked at her arm, then looking over to the stars, she looked out at the moon through her window, past all the buildings and all the smoke. Past all the troubles of the city and everything wrong with the world, just at the moon. She had a soulmate.
Batbrats - Batfam x Reader (featuring Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy)
Synopsis : Oh no, the Joker is after your life again, this is sooOOoo unexpected...When you get picked up from your work by one Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, you can’t really say you’re surprised. You’ve lived in Gotham all your life. And Batman is your husband. This is not the weirdest thing that happened. Although you do have to admit that Harley and Ivy actually SAVING you because Bruce asked them, is rather novel. And finding yourself suddenly talking about your respective domestic life with them ? Definitely new. Never a boring day in Gotham, right ?
The word “Batbrat” came to my mind while looking at comics where the batkids are being little smartasses, and it made me think of something Harley Quinn would say...And here we are. I hope you will like it :) :
Bruce had to admit, this was an unusual situation. Although not unforeseen given the past few years. But it was odd, and a little funny, that The Batman was now standing in front of two of his fiercest (ex-)enemies, asking for their help.
To their defense, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy really turned their lives around, ever since Ivy helped Harley escape the Joker’s grasp. Helped her open her eyes to how toxic the relationship was, to say the least. Ironic, right, that the actual poisoned person would help you realize you’re surrounded by toxicity ?
Turned their lives around, yes, but they were still up to lots of mischief. And Bruce encountered them many times since they stopped being “full time villains”, but extreme problems required extreme solutions, really.
“Oh come ooooon, say it with a little more liveliness ! The situation is really funny !”
Silence. Bruce is trying to stay patient, because this is really important. But inside, he’s screaming, and panicking a little. There is no time to be wasted ! So he says :
“I guess it is funny.”
“Yet no smile.”
“Smiling is more of his thing, is it not ?”
“Wow, hey ! If you want us to help, be nice !”
Damn it, he probably shouldn’t have referred to Joker in front of Harley in that way, it wasn’t on purpose. Really.
“Please, we don’t have much time. My wife-”
“You asking us for help is a first.”
Dealing with someone like Harley Quinn requires patience. And Bruce, even in the worst moments, can be patient if needed.
“Rumors say you don’t even ask Superman for help.”
“I most definitely don’t ask Superman for help.”
“But he’s your friend, right ?”
“He’s not ?”
“...Yes. Yes he’s my friend.”
“So we’re like, your best friends if you ask our help.”
“More like my only option.”
“Haha, that’s true ! I know that !”
“So, are you going to help me or not ?”
Harley and Ivy pretend to ponder for a second, before saying :
“Of course, we’re going to help. Especially if it’s to help against him...”
“Yes. We’ll protect your wife from the creep.”
They could not see Bruce’s eyes, but they knew. They knew he was genuinely grateful and a big weight had been lifted off of his chest.
When he came to them, half an hour ago, and explained the situation, it took them a little while to understand he was asking them to help him. But then it all made sense, right ? Who, more than Harley Quinn would want to stop the Joker from hurting more people ?
Neither Harley nor Ivy were “the good guys”. But as Harley managed to escape Joker’s emprise on her, and as Ivy realized there were more efficient ways to save the planet than what she did up until know, they sort of became “anti-heroes”, and known in Gotham to be the people you went to when you didn’t know to whom else you could turn.
They gladly helped lost children and distressed women. And sort of became an actual living nightmare for any abusive men in their vicinity. A polarizing topic really. They were doing good, but their methods were too violent and...
Were they really that different from Bruce ? Yes. Yes of course they were. They were still Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, they weren’t “fighting” for the same ideals your husband had. However, mindless mayhem and destruction was not their thing.
And when The Batman himself asked them to save his wife from the Joker, could they really say no ?
“Careful, she has a mean right hook.”
Bruce says, with a small smirk, and then he hurries off to join his kids. They have a clown to catch.
“Did he just smile ?”
“Damn, what is this woman ?”
“Probably a witch, we should be careful when picking her up.”
“Yes, careful of the right hook too.”
“Alright, let’s go. I guess we sort of own it to him..”
They were helping him, because he helped them first... Contrary to popular belief, The Batman wasn’t just a violent, cold and unforgivable vigilante. He was one of the only person who took into account Harley’s mental illnesses, or Ivy’s deeper message...He did not agree with them, of course not, he was one of the “good guy” and would never derive from this “code” he settled for himself. But he genuinely understood.
Harley bet that nobody ever noticed that he never attacked first, unless there was a hostage situation. That he tried to understand those he stopped, especially when they suffered from the mind, like Harley, or Scarface, or his former friend, Two-Face...
Batman wasn’t who everyone thought he was. Harley and Ivy knew. Which is why they accepted to help him, and to go put his wife in safety.
“Don’t worry, we’re here to rescue you. Mm ? Oh, ignore the gun, it’s not for you, sorry ‘bout that haha”
Could they really blame you, when your first reflex as they suddenly appeared before you when you were leaving work, was to clock them in the face and run ?
No. No of course they couldn’t. Neither Harley nor Ivy had really a good reputation, even now. Only in Gotham’s slums, did they start to know they weren’t villains anymore.
Plus, you were Batman’s wife (something that of course, nobody in Gotham knew, except a few people who figured out...like Harley, although it was a total accident, years ago, that revealed the truth to her).
So no, they can't really blame you. They catch to you, thankfully, before you go out in the streets of Gotham, and after quite a big struggle, manage to imobilize you and show a video of your husband. You instantly calm down, intrigued :
“Hello my love, I am sorry I did not send you any messages prior to Harley and Pamela’s arrival, everything happened very fast. The Joker escaped after coercing some guards at Arkham Asylum, and threatened to take you again. I had to think fast, because he was going to act fast.”
Bruce goes on to explain the situation quickly, however it’s obvious you’re still on edge and don’t quite believe things. It is easy, after all, to fake a video...And in your mind, Harley was close to the Joker. What if this is a trap ?
“By the way this is really me. I know you must be on edge, and untrusting, and that’s great by the way. Keep at it. But it’s really me. my proof ? Your weakness is when I V-R-Y-A-T-W-A-T-T-C-O-Y-S you.”
Your entire face feels warms, as you understand instantly what he’s talking about, while Harley and Ivy looks curiously at you. How dare. How dare he says such a thing on camera like that ?? Of course, not many people could understand but you, you-
“What ? Is that an acronym or something ? What the hell, and you guys call us mentally disturbed, how do you even know what the letters mean ?”
“I don’t !”
“You sure ? Cause you look hella embarrassed...Come on, tell us, what did he say ? Was it naughty naughty ?”
“Nothing ! It’s nothing !”
In a second, you are relaxed, and as they keep teasing you and trying to get you to talk, your odd journey of the day is starting.
“Sorry for the punch.”
“It’s ok, I guess you couldn’t know we were on the good sides this time. Whatever it means. Spoiler alert : it doesn’t mean we’re good now. We just want the Joker neutralized as much as your family does. Without killing him...”
Ah. It kind of hurts your heart, to be honest, to see how fiercely she does seem to want to stop her ex-partner in crime, yet without killing him.
“Killing him is too nice. Arkham drives him nuts, he hates it there, it’s a good punishment.”
Ah. Right. Probably. But you can’t help thinking about how hard it must be on Harley, after all she went through. All the thing HE put her through.
You should feel wary of her, after all she was there when he once kidnapped you (A/N : reference to this story : “You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar”), but you can’t. Because you know how manipulated she was, and you know the real villain is him. She doesn’t even seem to recall this episode, she shows no sign of it at least. You do know certain people block memories out of their head, to protect themselves...
After all, if Harley Quinn was truly a bad person, she wouldn’t be helping you right now, right ?
“Do not worry, we are not going to hurt you. I think Batman would hunt us to the end of the World, if we touched even one hair of your head.”
“Oooh Batsy, he’s suuuuuuper in love with you, it’s disgusting, tooth rotting, and I hate the dentist. We really won’t harm you, you know.”
You nod, still a bit unsure, until something suddenly hits you...
“Where are the children ??”
“Oh don’t worry, Batsy’s taking care of the brats. They were with him when we left.”
You release a sigh of relief. Of course, them being with Bruce meant that they were actively going after the Joker...But it’s not like anyone could stop them. They were all rather stubborn. And you trusted them. You trusted Bruce. You knew he’d keep them safe, and in control of their emotions. He was good, at keeping them grounded during important missions...
Of course, it didn’t mean you weren’t worried as hell. For all of them.
“You’re not saying anything ?”
“Mm ? Sorry ? About what ?”
“Me calling your kids “brats” ?”
“Oh, no. I mean. They can definitely be brats.”
“Wow. I’ve seen you with them, and defending them, I’d never think you’d ever say they’re brats...”
Harley is genuinely surprised. You guessed she was judging out of the few encounters she had with all of you reunited, but also by all of Gotham’s tabloids picturing y’all as a “perfect family”.
“They’re not brats like people can think they are. They never ask us for material things they don’t need, they’re not spoiled and they are well behaved...But everyone has bad days.”
“That is true.”
“My children are amazing, and they’re not like other children for sure. You know I’m not just saying that because they’re my kids, they are really...different. But they’re not perfect. Just like every kid, they can throw tantrums. Or get frustrated with us. Get really bratty, really. I don’t think it’s that bad. I don’t actually mind that much, it’s proof they are still children, you know ?”
“I don’t really understand...”
“Well. They don’t have a “normal” life, what with being vigilantes and all. There’s a lot of times I wonder if...They’re ok, because they do miss out on being just regular kids you know ? So. When they act like a brat, like kids do sometimes...I don’t mind at all.”
“That’s actually such an adorable thing to say. You’re adorable. Ivy, can we keep her ?”
“It’s his wife, I don’t think he’ll let us. I don’t think she would want to either, right ?”
They both turn to you, and you can see they’re asking an actual serious question.
“Oh um...Sorry, when this is over I definitely want to go back to my family.”
Harley is visibly disappointed, and you’re not sure how to feel about this. But then she says :
“Well, tell us then.”
“Tell you what ?”
“About your brats ! We only know them as serious boring vigilantes who tell us “no” while we say “yes” ya know ? So tell us, tell us how they really are !”
“I’m not su-”
“If you’re worried about what Bruce will say, don't worry, we won’t tell him. Not like we can use your kids’ bratty behavior against you anyway. And we have no intention to harm any of you. Batman...has been good to us.”
Yes. Yes he has. You know he has. He’s always had a soft spot for those who were victims, and became “bad”. That’s why he particularly despised the Joker. He stood for nothing, he had no background that could explain his evilness...he just was. The absolute perfect villain, irredeemable. Someone he would stop at all cost. Someone he would have no qualms using brute force against. It wasn’t the case with every “villain”. This was a common misconception about your husband. He wasn’t just a violent vigilante...But that was another story.
“Alright. Well, I guess the most logical thing to do is to start chronologically. See, none of my children are actual brats. They do have moments, however, when they act like perfect little brats...”
“I think Dick must’ve been the brattiest.”
“Really ? Nightwing ?”
You nod. There’s a fleeting thought in your mind that tells you you shouldn’t say your son’s real name, but then you’re reminded that they know who you all are. And never did anything to harm any of you.
“Yes. I know, when you look at all of them he’d probably be your last guess because of how happy-go-lucky he is, and calm and nice and such. But oh boy, sometimes...”
Dick was 8, when he entered yours and Bruce’s life. It was not that long after your relationship with Bruce became serious, and it was a lot at the same time. Neither of you were experienced with kids, and Dick was traumatized by his parents’ death.
It really hasn’t been easy, in the beginning...Oh, but this isn’t a story about how little Dickiebird came to be one of the brightest sun in your lives, and how tough the first few years were. No. This is a story about how, like every child, he behaved like a little brat, sometimes. You smile at Ivy and Harley, as they’re unaware of the little walk on memory lane you just took, and tell them :
“You know how many chandeliers we had to change when he was little ? Oh my god he used to jump from the BANISTERS onto the chandelier in the foyer exactly when I’d walk in just to freak me out. Then he’d laugh, and always threw me into panic mode when I could see the chandelier slowly unscrewing. He did that EVERY SINGLE TIME he was upset we told him no and such.”
“Upset you told him no ? What a brat !”
“I’m not going to say he wasn’t a brat at times, but he was a good kid. Dick just always had...trouble, when he was younger, at dealing with his anger. Now, it’s very rare that he gets angry, but my oh my when he does I really wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of it !”
Not that you ever were. When he was a child you would sometimes endure the brunt of his frustrations because he was not yet mature enough to truly control himself, now as an adult, he would only get very mad when someone would hurt a loved one, and of course it was never you.
But this wasn’t the point here. No. Right now, you were talking about how Dick and his often reckless behavior made you think : “brat !” about him a few times.
“Dick has always had particular ways of...being purposefully annoying. Sometimes to see how far he could push us, sometimes just because well, he could be a little brat. For example, when we’d stay too late in bed, and he was annoyed at that because he wanted to see us, he’d barge in our room, plunger in hand, and I kid you not, would jump on our bed, get some height, use that damn acrobat training he had since he was born, and stick himself to the ceiling with the plunger ??? How did he even had such an idea ?? And he’d really stick up there, just hang above us telling us it was time to wake up, or just giggling, and then Bruce would have to stand up on the bed to get him down safely, and well, we’d have to wake up. You wouldn’t believe the amount of rings on the ceiling he made. We had the repaint it at least twice.”
“No way !”
“Wayy ! To this day, you can’t find any plunger in Wayne Manor. Well, you can, but they’re all hidden under Alfred’s bed because Alfred’s room is the only place none of the kids dare to go in...”
“Oh so they barge into your room easy, but no in the butler’s room.”
You nod, smiling. Not feeling like going into long explanations about how Alfred is much more than just a butler, but knowing where you stand on the matter nonetheless.
“Dick used to drive us crazy, he would have such...creative ideas to show us he was upset about something. He didn’t have that many tantrums. Or rather, his tantrums translated in us having to run after him in the most crowded places in Gotham, while that little brat would parkour his way through easily...Brr, those were NOT good times.”
“I never knew Nightwing was such a difficult child.”
“Oh don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t. Not really. But he had his moment. And believe me, out of all of my kids, he’s probably the most stubborn one, and you really don’t want to get on his bad side.”
“That’s such a funny thing to think about. The Batman himself trying to get a kid who’s hanging from a plunger.”
“You’d be surprised about what’s really going on in our family haha.”
“I bet we would. I mean. To be honest, I always felt like there was more to the bat than what he let on, if only for all the time he showed me kindness when I probably didn’t deserve it.”
Ivy said, thoughtful. And how ironic again, right, that someone known as a “villain” would be one of the few people who didn’t stop themselves at their first impression of your husband ?
You smile, actually quite liking the idea that even people who fell on his wrong side still saw kindness in him. You knew him the best, of course. Along with Alfred. And you knew why he really did all this. That kicking some people’s asses was definitely not his motivation.
It was nice, to realize that Ivy actually thought rather highly of your husband. And that Harley did too, because he always took into consideration their mental illnesses and inner troubles.
It was nice, that once again, talking about your children and their relationship to their dad helped others to see that “the big bad bat”, was just a man after all.
“Contrary to popular belief, Jason was a very sweet child. He never even talked back ? When he got frustrated, he would go to his room, not saying a word, wouldn’t even slam his door, and then come apologize for his behavior...”
“Are we both talking about Red Hood right now ?”
“Yes, well he wasn’t always Red Hood now, was he ?”
Harley feels the weight of your eyes on her, and for a second, an old anger you thought was forgotten rises in you when you think about all the things your son went through because of...because of...Because of the Joker.
It wasn’t Harley, that took your baby away. It wasn’t her who used him to hurt your husband so deep he fell in a dark well again for years. It wasn’t her. She wasn’t even with the Joker, at that time.
You sigh, and say :
“Jason was a little street urchin, as some say. He learned how to survive in the streets, not to live. He had no idea what it was like to be taken care of. So when we took him in, and after his suspicions passed...He never acted out. Never. He absolutely worshipped his dad, and took everything I said as gospel. That’s probably why, when we didn’t avenge him he...”
“You don’t have to continue about this.”
“It’s ok, I understand. So. Red h-Jason, wasn’t a brat at all was he ?”
“Really, no. I honestly can’t recall a time he acted like a brat when he was little. Oh, of course there was that time he stole Bruce’s favorite lambo and went on a rodeo through Gotham because he thought we were going to give him up...He was 9.”
“He knew how to drive at 9 ??”
“He knew how to neutralize a man three times his size at 9.”
“Oh, right, sorry, forgot I was talking about your family.“
“So...What happened ?”
“Ah, yes. Well you see, he got himself in danger stupidly during a night out, so Bruce got mad. Madder than he should’ve. He yelled, instead of explaining. Can’t blame him though, he really was shaken up. But in Jason’s mind, yelling equated to him soon being thrown away like garbage. Every time someone yelled at him, or around him, in his life prior to him being with us...he ended up abandoned. All alone. So...”
“So he thought you were going to give him up ? But that’s so silly, it was just a bit of yelling ?”
“You have to understand the way Jason grew up. To him, and his past traumas, it was more than just a bit of yelling. So he decided to leave before we told him we didn’t want him anymore...Can you imagine how heartbreaking a decision it was ? I don’t even know now that I’m telling the story, that this is really bratty behavior. Well. He did keep going even as Bruce chased him with the Batmobile, and he only stopped when he ran out of gas. Then he ran away, as fast he could. It took Bruce a while to catch up to him. And when he finally did, Jason didn’t make it easy. He fought back, yelling that he “didn’t want to hear it”. Once we understood what he was talking about, of course, we reassured him. And he calmed down. He fell asleep in Bruce’s arms as he brought him home. We never yelled at him again after that...Not even when he became the Red Hood, and wouldn’t listen to us.”
There’s a slight pause, an awkward one, a heavy one. Every one in the room knows what happened to your son...You do not want to dwell on this today. Not anymore. Not as you finally got your baby back, and just like he used to be, there’s not one “bratty” blood in his body.
“Rather boring I guess, a child who isn’t a brat at all haha. It’s easily explanable by how he grew up. He never wanted to disappoint us. I guess...He had more bratty behavior once he came back ? I...”
“You don’t have to talk about it.”
“Right. Well. Let me continue, then.”
“Go ahead, we’re listening.”
“Tim came shortly after Jason’s death. And when his own parents died and we officially adopted him, I must admit the beginning of his education might’ve been too full of extremes. On one hand, we’d never tell him “no” if he wanted something material or to do something not dangerous, on the other Bruce was extremely strict with him when he was Robin, even a little overbearing at times...You have to understand, we had just lost a son. We couldn’t bear to lose another one. We sheltered him a little too much, maybe, while spoiling him a lot. Not rotten though. But that is, thankfully, because Tim isn’t a bad kid. He grew up in a wealthy environment. He always had whatever he wanted, but his parents’ attention...So he craved ours a lot. And that’s maybe why sometimes he’d um...”
Silence. How could you put what Tim did without making yourself pass as a terrible parent ?
“He’d what ?”
“Tim had the bad habit of...sort of running away.”
“Sort of ?”
“Yes. He wasn’t really running away. He was going on “adventures” without telling us...”
“Oh, like a dog ? Like you know how certain dogs escape from their home’s garden when their owner go to work, and then come back before they do ?”
The analogy is special, comparing your child to a dog but...Harley isn’t wrong. Tim’s behavior was quite like that.
“The worst thing is that when he’d come back, he would really pretend like nothing happened. He’d just go off to look up on a case on his own, or because he suddenly wanted ice cream and went by himself. I think he was too used to do things on his own, as his parents weren’t very present and never really took care of him. It would make Bruce mad though, mad with worries. And then when Tim would come back, they’d get into stupid fights about it...”
Reminiscing of your husband during that time always hurt your heart. He was so afraid to loose more than what he already lost...
“It never deterred Tim to go off on his own though, oh no. On the contrary, he’d take great pleasure in bypassing Bruce’s security systems, and nag him about how easy it’d been, before leaving. That’s the bratty thing about it, I guess, how he’d sometimes would just act like anyway, we can’t stop him.”
It was frustrating, especially because you both knew Tim could be very reckless. It was also frustrating, and made you feel bad about yourself, that your own child would just decide to not listen and...Ah. But Dick did do this sort of things too, didn’t he ? You were just too used to Jason and...Jason and...
You didn’t want to think further about that time.
“Eventually, we did realize that his behavior was directly our fault. How could he understand our point of view if 1) we never explained to him why we did what we did, and 2) we’d tell him “yes” for everything except when it was related to his Robin duties ? Of course it was confusing for a ten years old boy eager to help. To be honest, most kids acting like “brats” are often like that because of the parents. Once we figured that out, well, we had a talk with him.”
“And did he understand your point of view ?”
“Tim is the smartest boy I ever met. He definitely understood. And that was our mistake really, to not take the time to explain things to him. Don’t get me wrong, even now he sometimes goes off by himself and LOVES to drive his father crazy by bypassing any security he settles, but it’s just...Well, it’s just because he’s a brat. He understands our view, and never pushes it too far. But he does like to push our buttons...Smart ass.”
"Hey, what about your daughter ? I don’t know her name, sorry.”
“Aah, that’s a cute name. Well, is she more well behaved than your boys then ? Girls are often calmer and more mature.”
You burst out laughing at Ivy’s statements. Yes, that is true that Cassandra matured faster than her brothers. But oh boy, “calmer” ? Cass ? Well. You could see why some people thought that, after all, she didn’t speak a lot. But ah, when she was upset with you or Bruce ?
Cass was sneaky. A little salt in your coffee because you didn’t let her do something she really wanted to. Or hiding one of your shoe.
You knew when she wasn’t happy with one of your decision. She’d stare at you from one side of the room, and whenever you’d look at her she’d turn her head away, nose up in the air, pretending you don’t exist.
It didn’t happen often, to be fair. Most of the time she’d try to view things from your perspective, and understand your decision. But sometimes..Sometimes...Well, she was a teenager.
Kids didn’t always understand their parents’ decisions, especially regarding their lives. Sometimes, it feels like they just don’t get you and are trying to control you, even if they’re not. Being a teen is tough. Being a vigilante teen is tougher. Getting frustrated was normal.
But Cassandra had trouble expressing herself with words. She spoke nowadays, but she didn’t always find the right words when it came to explaining her feelings. So she’d do other things, to let you understand.
Just like how she said “I love you” in millions different little ways that were her own...She also was able to say : “I’m annoyed with you” very well.
It was by her action, and not her words, that she truly could be a brat. The way she’d ignore you, or be a pain on purpose.
“Once, I told her she couldn’t go with Jason to I-don’t-even-remember-where-but-it-was-definitely-not-a-place-for-her, and for a week she didn’t even look at me. She made a spectacle of talking lots to her brothers, more than usual, and wouldn’t utter a word to me. Gotta admit, it hurts a bit. But I guess ya know, kids don’t always realize that. She apologized later on, but that’s not the question. Sometimes you just don’t see you’re hurting the person.”
“That’s true. I know that all too well...”
Harley says, looking at Ivy and then down. Ivy puts her hand on her shoulder, and squeeze it, and it’s quite an adorable sight to see.
It feels like them too, have their own family. It sort of reminds you of Bruce and you, the early years, to be honest.
“You know, my daughter, Cass, I can’t be mad at her in those moments. I too was a frustrated teenager who did things to my parents, my brothers, I still regret to this day. I wish I could go back and not be a little shit, ya know ? I understand her. I understand sometimes, you have to lash out. And honestly, what she does is nothing compared to what I already did...Everyone needs to vent. We’re not perfect. And..No matter how big our mistake, we all deserve redemption.”
They know you’re talking about them now, and not about your daughter. Although they can’t know that Cass’ had been force as a child to be a weapon, and did things she dearly regrets.
And that’s it. That’s why you find yourself able to “forgive” Harley and Ivy for their past actions. Obviously, they already changed quite a bit. But also...Jason, Cass, and Damian...They all did things they regret. They all went through so much, and have been on the “dark side”.
They deserved redemption. To be given a chance.
Jason, Cass...And Damian.
Your little Damian, a paragon of what the word “redemption” means.
Damian is not a brat in the way you think he’s a brat.
Sure, if you don’t know him he can appear too sure of himself, full of himself even. Someone who looks down on people. But...people who think that just don’t know him very well.
No. Damian was only truly an actual brat when it was related to animals.
“One time, I said “no we can’t take another cat my little buddy”, because like, we already had like, 17 cats roaming around the mansion and the gardens, as Damian has a tendency to just bring in any strays he finds. You know what he did ? He went to a near puddle. Like a very, very muddy puddle...And he just started to jump in it, and roll in it, until I said ok, we can take another cat in...Brat.”
“You caved ?”
“I caved. He was so dirty !”
“Hahaha, that’s an hilarious thing to think about really.”
“Not the worst occurrence of this. Once, he wanted to free the tigers at Gotham zoo because he thought their enclosure wasn’t good enough. I told him he couldn’t do that, of course, and I was going to add that we’d look into it but...Next thing I know, he tells me : “Watch me”, and disappears in the crowd. I was like : “WELL I CAN’T WATCH YOU IF YOU JUST GO OFF LIKE THAT !!”. First, it’s already scary when you loose your kid in a crow, even if granted, if anyone tried to kidnap Damian, they’d be the one in trouble. But still. And second, we were just talking about how he wanted to set some tigers free !! Fast forward not even fifteen minutes of me frantically looking everywhere while calling Bruce on the phone and trying to explain the situation, I see Damian, wearing his Robin costume, mounted on one of the tiger, and leading the other two away out of the zoo...”
“What the hell ?? What happened next ??” Harley was absolutely entranced in your story. You saw her nodding away as she was definitely agreeing that those tigers needed to be free...And you sort of recall her having hyenas as pets ?
“Well, I get home ok ? Because I know that boy brought those tigers to our garden, just like he does with all those stray cats. And yes, I come home and here he is, eating cookies and drinking milk, saying the tigers need a real home, as said tigers are chilling in our garden ???”
“What did you do with the tigers ??”
“Damian convinced us to start a case against Gotham zoo and...Turned out he was right, there was some malpractice. The tigers were relocated in a reserve of one of our friend. And Gotham zoo was entirely remade by one of the Wayne Foundation. So I guess it ended well.”
“That kid isn’t a brat, he’s an icon.”
“Yes well, he didn’t listen to me at all.”
“But he saved those tigers. And a few other animals.”
“Harleyyyy ! That’s not the point !”
“Did you punish him ?”
Small silence. You look at them. They look at you. Then you turn away and say :
“Of course I didn’t, it was epic.”
Cue some laughter, of course. Aaah. It was HARD to raise children, especially when they were such smartasses !
“But honestly, Damian is a sweet child. He does definitely totally ignore his father sometimes, but he always listens to me. The only times he doesn’t, and act like a proper brat, is when animals are involved. I’m not even going to tell you the time he almost brought home a dragon from Apokolips...”
“What ?? You have to tell us now !”
“Oh, You want me to tell you ? Alright then, well see, we were on...”
There were dozens and dozens of stories about Damian acting like a “brat” and trying to convince you to bring more pets (with you rarely winning the arguments, because he’d throw genuine tantrum acting like the 10 years old he actually was).
You loved those stories. Of course, you’d get frustrated that your son wouldn’t listen...But it was proof he was still just a little kid. Your little kid.
Talking about him to Harley and Ivy was oddly nice, as if they’d been your friends since forever. They didn’t invalidate you, they didn’t tell you you were a bad mother for succumbing to your kids’ tantrums sometimes (to be fair, your kids knew not to push you too much either, your glares were rather effective), and they were eagerly listening.
It was nice, to see someone actually interested in the mundane side of your life. Granted, stealing tigers from a zoo wasn’t THAT mundane, but ah, your children acting out sometimes...It was normal.
And it felt nice. As odd as it might sound.
Duke was already 15, when he came to live with your family. And his parents were still alive, as well, which made the dynamic between you and him different. He was distant, at first, reminding you every chance he got that he’d leave as soon as his parents would feel better.
And those few first weeks, when he was lost and unsure he even wanted to stay with you at the Manor...It wasn't “bratty behavior”. Just like Dick who missed his parents, or Jason who was afraid you’d leave him, he would act out sometimes. Out of pain. Out of frustration at not understanding his own feelings, and being so full of conflicted ones.
On one hand, you gave him a home and made it so that he wouldn’t be lost in the system. On the other, he wanted his mom and dad.
Yes. At first, it was tough. But as time went on, and with your care, and making him understand that it was ok to be angry...He truly opened up.
His behavior the first few days, wasn’t “bratty”. It was a behavior born from trauma and pain, and being scared.
“He did got me arrested once though, I admit that day I wasn’t too happy and might’ve thought he was a brat...”
“He did what ?”
Both Harley and Ivy were absolutely glued to your stories, and you definitely had a way to tell them. To keep them on edge, wondering what would come next. Like right now. What did Duke did, that got you arrested ?
“Well. He pretended I kidnapped him. I didn’t have the official papers that said he was our ward with me, and that little one is an amazing actor. I got put behind bars, and then they called social services. The mix up was cleared up fast, as Bruce arrived. But ya know, it wasn’t a good experience. If only to witness the utter incompetence of Gotham’s police.”
“Tell me about it, they never even once caught us. Not without Batman’s assistance of course.”
“That’s a wild story honestly...What did Duke do, after that ? What did you do ?”
“Honestly ? It was obvious he felt extremely bad about what he did. When Bruce asked him why he did it, he answered that he didn’t even know. And we believed him. Sometimes, when you’re in too much pain, you do things without really knowing why. After that, actually, things greatly improved. He talked to us. And he never once did anything like that again.”
Duke wasn’t a brat at all. Well, none of your kids were. But Duke, even with his own parents, was always a calm obedient kid. With a normal life...
The times he acted out with you, you knew it was a cry for help. And you knew you guys put that new life on him. You, and what the Joker did to his parents. Everything always lead back to the Joker...
“You have a nice family.”
“Thank you for telling us all that.”
“You managed to make me simultaneously want, and not want kids !”
“Aaah, you just summarized the life of a parent haha !”
Who would’ve thought ? Who would’ve thought that one day, you’d be sitting comfortably in an armchair in one of Gotham’s most famous “villain’s” lair ? They had a nice loft, to be honest. You had no idea where it was, but you heard the sea not far so probably somewhere in East Gotham.
This was nice. It was odd because you were talking to Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, but it was nice. To talk about your children, and how sometimes...they did act like children.
It was easy to forget, even for you, that they were just kids. So this was nice. A nice reminder, that them acting like brats is actually good.
Everyone needs to vent their emotions, ya know ?
Plus, there is so many good moments with them... (A/N : aka, literally all my stories with the Batfam haha)
“I envy your family a bit.”
“You do ?”
“Yes. When Batman came to ask us for help, I saw it. And I see it now too, as you tell us those stories. You guys aren’t perfect, but you really do love each others very much.”
“Ah, yet another great summary made by Harley Quinn...”
“Well you know, I was a psychiatrist after all.”
You smile gently at her, wondering if maybe one day, she’ll tell you her story. How come she ended up under Joker’s manipulation ? What happened to her, and what were her aspirations ?
“To be honest I admire you, I don’t think I could handle someone like Batman on a daily basis !”
“Hahahahaha, if I had a dollar every time someone told me that ! But hey, it’s cause nobody quite knows him like I do...Which makes me think, wanna hear one last story ?”
“Of course !”
“You know what’s funny ? I just thought of it right now. The brattiest of them all isn’t even one of the kids. It’s Bruce. Man. He can be SUCH a brat !”
You say, rising up slightly in your seat. Ivy chuckles and says :
“Oh I believe that.”
“He can be so broody for no reasons.”
Both of your new girl friends nod. They definitely noticed he brooded a lot. And never smiled. And he had a bad tendency of telling them to “stop” doing something when they were having such fun...
“Like, once, I forgot to kiss him goodbye before work ok ? Well he pouted all day about it. Our two years old son Thomas had the same reaction, when I got home he was all like : “Mommy left with not kissy !” except, you know...He’s two.”
“Wait, I wasn’t expecting that.” Ivy says, while Harley add : “I thought you were going to talk about how cold, harsh and all he was.”
“Oh, he was in the beginning, it didn’t last that long...you know, everyone needs someone to be themselves with. He’s not cold with me at all. Really, no, more like...Well. He can be a brat, actually. Ok, there that one time I lost too much at Uno and threatened to divorce him, but he can be much worst !”
“Yes. Long story. Not worth mentioning, right now we’re talking about how BRUCE is a brat. You know, he pouts soooo easily. Not in public, but when it’s just the two of us. Oh boy. He’s also super jealous. But that’s another story. You know, he does get moody when he doesn’t get his way ? Like he wants to watch this movie, but we all wanna watch something else ? Well boom, he acts like a brat. This kind of thing you know ?”
“Batman is...a brat ?”
“Ah yes ! And you should listen to Alfred’s stories of him as a child. An actual genuine brat !”
You’re about to keep going with your stories, when you realize both Ivy and Harley look at you with their mouth open, as if their brain just melted. And...Well, you understand. After all, it must’ve been quite a surprise, for them to learn that the big bad bat was a brat.
Come to think of it, yeah, you’re probably the only one in the world that would call The Batman, a “brat”. Batbrat. Haha.
(A/N : If you have no idea who Thomas is, he appears in those stories : . Not writing a part with him because it was really getting too long, but imagine some toddler shenanigans haha).
Jason is the first to arrive at Harley and Ivy’s hideout. He rushes to you immediately, asking if you’re alright.
“Yes, didn’t even see that damn clown. Harley and Ivy picked me right up.”
“Where are your brothers ? And your dad ?”
“Coming soon. They wrapped things up. We caught him, of course. He’s becoming sort of predictable, in his unpredictability. I just didn’t want to participate more, so I came to get you. We’re regrouping home.”
It’s a relief to know this is already done. Although it’s almost suspicious, it went so fast...Oh well, you’ll think about it later. Maybe it’s true, that he became too predictable ? Your guts tell you he might’ve had an ulterior motive, but you ignore them. No. Not now. Now, it’s time to go home.
You don’t go home, of course, without telling goodbye to your new friends.
Your son waits for you a little further, eying both of them suspiciously. Especially as Harley takes a step towards you and says :
“Listen, I'll go quick because I know your kiddo over there hate me but...Thank you. For telling us stories and reminding us we’re human, too. I hope our path will cross again.”
You nod. You hope so too, in a better situation than : “we’re protecting you from being killed by a maniac”, hopefully. You’re about to leave, when your son stops, and turns around, saying :
“I don’t hate you. The Joker used you, he mentally manipulated you and ruined your life. You’re not responsible for what happened to me. That doesn’t mean, by the way, that all your actions are forgiven. But it does explain and excuse some things...and everyone is allowed to have their redemption arc. I would know. Plus. Again. He gaslighted you for years, and manipulated you.”
His words shook Harley to her core. Except for Ivy, and maybe Bruce, nobody ever gave her a chance like that...Nobody...
You’re so proud. Oh. You’re so proud. You can’t even say anything, you hold him in your arms, and as you leave, you see Harley, crying in Ivy’s arms...
Home. And all together. In the end, this day was good for you. You got to vent about your kiddos, while underlining how amazing they truly are. You made new friends. You once again realized how much you loved your family...
It didn’t feel like a “Joker evasion” day. Usually, those were much more terrible, and ended terribly. But here you were. All home.
You did notice Bruce seemed a little worried, and you felt it in your guts once more. You were sure him too, felt Joker’s plan wasn’t entirely done...But ah, there was nothing to do right now.
So you took to distracting him, and making him enjoy this little moment right now, as you’re all in the mansion, together.
It’s movie night.
No vigilante duties, for anyone. It was already quite some work to catch the Joker, and usually after such a big arrest, Gotham was calm. Worst case scenario, Kate, Bruce’s cousin, was out as Batwoman. She’d take care of things, and call them for backup if need be.
Right now, it was movie night.
With all of your little brats.
Yes. They could be brats sometimes. Everybody had bad days, right ?
But they were your little brats.
And at the end of he day, they were always there for you. And vice versa.
Your precious beloved little brats.
A shadowy figure is looking at your family through the back windows, standing in the dark. You’re unaware of its presence of course, trusting your home is a safe haven. Because...Nobody really knows who you really are. And your house is surrounded by security created by your husband and son.
Someone able to bypass all your security, someone who filled your nightmares for years. Someone who wanted to make sure his suspicions were right.
“Aaaah. So they ARE the Waynes. Interesting. Thanks Harley for the valuable informations, although maybe you didn’t give it willingly. You and I will see each other again soon enough. We’ll all, see each others soon enough. A little...family reunion, if you will.”
Someone who isn’t done with your family...
To be continued ?
Well here. I really hope you like it, and that you are not disappointed with this new story, I know it might look a little fragmented and weird, I haven’t written in ages and it felt like I didn’t know how to anymore :/. I know there’s always expectations when someone doesn’t post for a while and then comes back so..Yes, I hope you like this story born in the spur of an inspiration. As usual, feedbacks and other reblogs are more than welcomed (and thank you for going that extra mile <3).
More stories to come soon, on which I’ve been working for a while ^^. More well thought out stories if you will, and longer things (including multi-chapters stuffs because I got hella carried away). Once again, I hope this didn’t disappoint you, and thank you for reading ^^.