“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 :).
The first time they called you “mom” - Batmom x Batboys
I...Did not plan on writing this. But today, I wanted to reply to some asks about the Batfam (more particularly about Batmom), and um...Well I got so carried away on the very first question I tried to reply to, that I ended up writing a full fic about it and I guess I’ll answer other asks later ^^'. So anyway, here we go, the title is pretty self-explanatory, hope you’ll like it :
“And here we go Dickie. Now, you’re a true pirate.”
You say, as you adjust an oversized tricorn on the boy’s head. He moves a bit too quickly to peak at his look in a mirror, and the hat falls back on his forehead. And oh it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, him turning back to you and trying to look at you from below it.
Once again, you place the tricorn back as best you can, smoothing the huge peacock feather planted on its side while you’re at it. You hold it in place for a few seconds to make sure it won’t fall again, trying to figure out a way to balance it on his ears, and say :
“We really need to get you a hat your size...This one is way too big, it’ll get in the way if you have to fight for the treasure !”
He looks at you with sparkling eyes...Well, with one sparkling eye. A “true pirate” obviously wears an eye-patch ! He looks at you with that one, bright blue sparkling eye, and with the deepest voice his little nine years old vocal cords can muster, he says :
“Arrrr, a simple hat won’t get in the way of me getting my treasure ! I’ll throw it at the ruffian who wants to steal my gold from me, distract them, and then I’ll...make them fall on their butt ! ”
You chuckle and shake your head, utterly charmed, once again, by this little boy. Really, how could you resist such a sweet smile ? His cuteness emphasized by the fact that he just lost a few of his front teeth.
“That’s a very nice technique little one ! Show me how you’d do it !”
He jumps a bit in the air out of excitement, and takes a few steps back from you. Harboring a fighting stance, he unsheathed the wooden rapier you made for him, and the gesture makes the hat immediately fall on his eyes again...But he takes hold of it with his hand that isn’t holding his sword, and throws it at an imaginary enemy.
He then stabs the air, yells a very piratey “Aaarrrrr” and tackle his made-up opponent fiercely. Getting back up on his feet, he takes his hat again and put it on his head and say, proudly, looking at the empty spot in front of him :
“Stay on your butt, you miscreant ! Captain Grayson wins again !”
But as he takes his victory pose, the tricorn falls on his eyes again, kinda ruining the moment. He turns to you, lifting it up and says :
“...Maybe I need a smaller one.”
You chuckle as he comes to you a bit pitifully, hat in hands. But then in a matter of seconds a smile is back on his face and he says :
“Hey, this can be yours instead ! My second in command needs a fancy pirate hat ! This would look great on you !”
He puts the hat on your head, it fits. And his sweet smile widens. He mouth the word “perfect”, as you say, a bit mischievously :
“Oh ? I’m your second in command ? You sure you wanna give me that much responsibilities ? What if I commit mutiny ?”
“Oh you would never !”
“How can you be so sure ?”
“I just know you wouldn’t !”
“But what if I want all the gold for me ?”
“Nah, you’re not like that ! You don’t care about rich people things ! I know because you say no to a lot of things Bruce wanna give ya ! Now, if you were Miss Kyle I’d be a bit worried. Because she would definitely try to steal the treasure for herself. She likes fancy things ! Nothing wrong with that of course, I like fancy things too ! But I wouldn’t make her my second in command...but you’re you, not her !”
Your smile falls from your face immediately. Ugh. This is so ridiculous. You don’t want to act like that, jealousy really doesn’t look good on you (though Bruce would argue that you look cute, when jealous).
Selina Kyle is such an extraordinary woman that you can’t help but compare yourself to her, wondering why Bruce ended up choosing you. You and him had been together for a while now, but from time to time, your insecurities would surge again. In the worst moments possible.
Like right now, as you were having fun with Dickie.
You force a smile back on your face as the boy comes to sit next to you. He looks deep in thoughts before turning back to you and saying :
“She’s pretty. Miss Kyle.”
“She is pretty.”
Oh. Oh that dear boy. You felt a bit silly that even an eight year old noticed you were bummed out by just him mentioning her name, and that he felt obligated to cheer you up. You ruffle his hair and say :
“You’re too sweet.”
“For real ! Only saying what I think...Plus you’re nicer.”
“Selina is very nice.”
It’s true. Selina was really nice. When she realized Bruce was totally head over heels for you, and that you were a bit insecure...She completely stepped down. And started to actually flirt with you, definitely boosting your ego (I wrote a fic about that, now I can’t link it because if I do it this won’t appear in the search since Tumblr “killed” links, but you can find on the Batmom’s master list, it’s called “Insecurities schmunsecurities”.)
She actually became a close friend of yours, over the month. She was a very supportive one at that, which made you feel even guiltier that from times to times, you found yourself jealous of her. Or afraid Bruce will realize the mistake he made and go back to her, leaving you (you will realize overtime that this will never happen, that this is a ridiculous thought, Bruce being too deep in love with you).
You hate the fact you think those things, but you can’t help it. You can’t get over all your insecurities in a matter of seconds. It’ll take years, for you to finally see things for what they are...That Selina moved on and is only friend with Bruce now. That she would never even think of trying to steal Bruce away, because that’s not who she is. That Bruce doesn’t see her as anything else but as a good friend. That he’s in love with you, and only sees you.
Yes...It’ll take time for you to get over all this confidence issues and...Dick’s voice takes you out of your thoughts :
“Oh yes yes. She’s nice. But she um...how to say ? She’s cool. And was never mean to me. But I don’t think she cared that much about me.”
“Aw sweety, I’m sure she likes you.”
“I know she does. She thinks I’m cute”
You can’t help but chuckle at the kid’s confidence. Haha, maybe you should take his example ? Dick continues :
“But she doesn’t...care. Not like you at least. She cared a lot about Bruce, but she just kinda liked me, you know ? While you...You like, took Bruce and I in the same package ? She likes me, but she had no intention to be to me what you and Bruce are. You know ?”
“What do you mean ?”
You ask, smoothing the tricorn’s feather absentmindedly. On that very moment, you didn’t quite realize what the kid was getting at...His next words make your heart race with joy :
“Like...like a mom and dad ?”
He says shyly, looking up to you before avoiding your gaze.
Silence fills the room. You want to say something, but you’re too touched and every words die in your tied throat. You’re trying very hard not to cry, in fact. But the silence stretches and Dick wiggles nervously next to you.
Finally, he talks first, and his shaky voice breaks your heart :
“Am I...am I a terrible son ?”
Is the only stupid thing you can say.
“My mommy and daddy died only a year ago. And I miss them so much. Every day. But it’s getting easier ? Because you and Bruce are here ? Sometimes I almost call you...Sometimes I...wanna call you and Bruce...I want to...I...”
Tears are welling up in the boy’s eyes, and you could slap yourself for still being unable to say anything. Because what he’s saying ? You’re feeling it deep inside your bones. Your heart. Your entire being.
You don’t know when it happened exactly, but you’ve been considering him your son for a while now. You know you’d do anything for him. And hearing him say that he considers you his...his...That he wants to call you...It’s too much for your heart. And you can’t say anything.
But you can do something. You reach for him, remove his eye patch to truly take a good look at him and...You bring him in your arms, holding him tight against your heart, so he can hear how happy it made you that he...that he...
Later. Later you’d tell him that you knew for sure his parents wouldn’t mind if he called you and Bruce “mom and dad”. That his parents would forever be that, his parents. And because of this, they would want for him to be happy. To move on and not get stuck (like a certain Dark Knight).
That he wasn’t a terrible son for only remembering the good times with them. That he wasn’t a terrible son if he didn’t always go see them and their graves. That he wasn’t a terrible son if he found a family again...
Later. Later you’d tell him all that.
For now, you just held him tight against your heart, hugging him with all the love you could give. And in a whisper, holding onto you for dear life, he says :
"Aaaaaaaaaaaare you gonna take me home tonight?
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah, down beside that red fir’light
Aaaaaaaaaaaaare you gonna let it all hang out?
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go 'round”
Your voice mixes with Jason’s, as you skid down the floor in Wayne manor, wearing socks (they slide really well on the wooden parquet) and pajamas.
Jason is holding an oversized bowl filled with sugary junk food. Ice cream, popcorn, candies, loads of sprinkles ! And you’re using a whipped cream canister as a mic...Those things are probably what got you both on a very big sugar high !
This morning, Jason had a mild fever. A certain Bruce kinda freaked out and allowed him to stay home instead of going to school...Which fell perfectly well with your one day off this week !
Jason got over his fever before lunch time, and was getting bored.
Enter you, with a stereo on your shoulder, blasting Queen. The boy jumped on his feet, abandoning the animated show he was watching to follow you into the kitchen, overly excited. You always came up with great and fun activities !
You guys started to mix every single dessert that were available in the Manor in a big mixing bowl, singing the lines of “Don’t stop me now, ‘Cause I’m having a gooood time, having a good tiiiime” to Alfred as he pointed out all of that wasn’t very healthy...The butler gave up quickly, seeing how Jason and you seemed to be beaming with joy.
With a fond smile on his face he left the two of you alone saying a quick “clean after yourself please”, and ignored the fact that young Master Jason was climbing on the kitchen counter and was air guitaring the solo of the song, walking in and spreading sprinkles EVERYWHERE.
And now, a few minutes later, you were dancing all around the mansion, holding your huge bowl of desserts and a whipped cream canister.
Jason was standing on the living room’s coffee table, opening his mouth as you filled it with whipped cream, while you continued to sing :
“Hey I was just a skinny lad -you point at Jason, who takes a huge spoonful of ice cream -
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew life before I left my nursery, huh
Left alone with big fat Fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman, you made a bad boy out of me
You’re aware the song is a bit inappropriate for an eight years old boy...But he doesn’t really understand the lyrics and the tune is so catchy that you couldn’t care less. Plus it’s too cute to see how he wiggles his little butt to the rhythm. That kid really knew how to dance.
You’re sliding down the corridors now. Your slippers had been discarded somewhere in the house a while ago, so you could slide properly all around the wooden and marble floors.
Jason dances happily following after you, the huge boom box on your shoulder not hindering any of your movements.
He takes a spoonful of dessert and puts it in your mouth, a wide smile spread on his face as he misses on purpose and spread ice cream all over your chin.
You laugh and stick your tongue out to him, as the song continues :
“I've been singing with my band
Across the wire, across the land
I seen every blue eyed floozy on the way, hey
But their beauty and their style
Went kind of smooth after a while
Take me to them dirty ladies every time”
Yes. Lyrics definitely not appropriate. But Jason is having too much fun to realize what any of this is about. Plus he’s still such a pure and innocent little boy, you know he has no idea what most of this means.
You’re in the house’s main hall now, where the acoustic is the best, and you both sings your lungs out. You settle the boombox on the floor, and spray a large amount of whip cream in your mouth before giving some more to Jason.
Putting away dessert and canister, you take his hands and start jumping around the room. Just for the happy face the kid makes, all this is worth it.
Oh, won't you take me home tonight?
Oh, down beside your red firelight
Oh, and you give it all you got
Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round
Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round”
Jason is definitely not sick anymore, and his giggles fill the house. You chase after him all around the main hall, and when you finally catch up to him he burst into a loud laughter, drowning the rest of the song with it.
It’s contagious, as you start to crack up too, unable to stop. It’s only when the song comes to an end and the CD does too with it, the music stopping altogether, that your laughter subsides.
Jason frowns and, turning to you, exclaims :
“Again mom, please please, again !”
On the moment, neither of you even realize he just called you “mom”. It felt THAT natural. THAT normal. He had been in your life for months now, and this was just the definite next step to take.
Later on, it’ll finally hit you and you’ll give him the biggest hug of them all. And for him ? Well he always wanted a caring mother, but wasn’t gifted with one at birth...So your existence was truly salvation.
But that would come later. For now, you didn’t even notice him calling you “mom”, and he didn’t even realize he called you that, as you turned the music back on and were both dancing around the manor again, eating way too much dessert. Oh well, you’d worry about bellyaches later !
Cassandra didn’t speak. Couldn’t speak.
When she needed to communicate, she’d mainly use sign language.
She wasn’t mute. She could make sounds, use her voice.
But she...never really learned to talk. Her biological father raised her to be the ultimate weapon, and cut her out of any social contact to try to achieve this.
The only encounters with other people she had, was to fight...Which resulted in her being unable to speak.
Bruce brought her home two years ago.
And those two years were filled with a big personal journey for Cassandra.
She communicated through vague hand gestures and drawing, at first. Then eventually learned sign language. You and Bruce spend hours and hours with her and videos, teaching it to her, as she still seemed to be unable to speak. As if something stopped her from doing so...
She learned how to interact with other people, without fighting or killing.
She...She learned to know that she was worthy. That redemption was attainable. That it wasn’t her fault.
Bruce was sweet, with Cassandra. More delicate than with his sons. Maybe it was because she was a girl, maybe it was because she was more broken than any of them (at the time, Damian wasn’t in your life yet). More forgiving, too, as even after he discovered her past and the fact she started to kill when she was barely eight, he didn’t give up on her. On the contrary.
He actually settled to teach her his own values. No kill. Justice. All that. And she listened. Eagerly. Abiding by his rules willingly, understanding the worth of all lives. Slowly getting over what the man who called himself his father taught her, over all this pain and misery she went through since she was born.
And you ? Well you, you made it your mission to teach her about anything and everything. To show her the World, the one she was deprived of all those years.
You started things slow and easy, as to not overwhelm her.
You showed her your favorite movies and TV shows. Put on some music and talked about your favorite bands. You talked and talked and talked, hoping that maybe she’d copy you at some point ? Try to make a sound ?
But she only listened. Eagerly. However no words came out of her mouth.
Eventually, you moved on to things you didn’t particularly like music, movie or book wise, because you wanted her to experience “everything”. To catch up.
She seemed to like it, so you kept going. She liked movies you hated, and vice versa. She was forming her own personality, and wasn’t trying to copy you, or to agree to everything you said. You made sure she knew it was safe to be herself, when she was with you (and with the rest of the fam). It was good.
After a while, you took her with you on outings in Gotham. She only ever saw the city from the roofs, as she roamed them looking for her targets.
It was such a joy, to see her eyes go wide at the sight of some shops. Or to touch trees, lost in her thoughts. Looking at ducks on the pond. Being overly excited about giving bread to said ducks.
She became a big fan of hot dogs, and whenever she saw a cart would point at it excitedly and smile at you. You could never resist, even if Alfred would scold you afterward because you guys ate right before lunch time.
You went to see movies at the cinema with her, took her to concerts. You took her to the mall, thinking maybe she’ll like clothes and such...And she did. Albeit not exactly what people would think. She took a liking to the “punk subculture”. And to be honest, ripped jeans, spiked necklaces, platform shoes and such fitted her perfectly.
She went through multiple hair color phase, and each time, you supported her and dyed her hair however she liked. Because in your opinion, a teen should go through those phases !
But she still wasn’t speaking.
Two years. Two years of you helping her discovering the world, while Bruce taught her his principles. Two years of sign language, and slowly learning she wasn’t a bad person.
Two years. But not one word.
You were still hopeful though. She made such progress, since she first arrived. You kept all her drawings, when she was communicating only with those, and...It broke your heart, how her first drawings always represented her as if she was the worst person in the world.
When she met you and Bruce, saw your life, she blamed herself for so much. Both you and your husband reassured her though. She knew her past actions were wrong, which was more than most even realized ! Plus, it wasn’t her fault. It was all her “father”. All the man who turned her in a weapon.
Because when she was finally given the choice to “repent”, she took it without hesitation. She followed Bruce. She left behind all this pain and violence to start a new life.
Two years. For two years she followed that path. And she was great at it. You were convinced this kid was a deep empath...She cared a lot.
But she still didn’t speak.
You didn’t intend on giving up though. You knew one day or another she’ll find the strength to talk. But the healing process to come back from this past life of hers was long and laborious.
She couldn't be fixed in two seconds. She needed time. So in the meantime, you’d settle on showing her everything you knew, helping her experience the “real” world.
You were showing her one of your favorite TV show, “Gilmore Girls” when it happened. The show was mainly focused around the deep bond between a mother and her daughter, which in retrospect...Well, it made sense that it happened when you were watching this.
You were starting the third season when...
At first, you didn’t quite register what had just happened. You were so used to her silence. In your head, it wasn’t possible that this sound you just heard came from her.
But it did. The main character from the show, Lorelai, was having one of her most famous quirky moments, it was one of your favorite scene and...you slowly turned towards your daughter. Your daughter ? Um ? When did you start to consider her as such ?
The first day she entered your life, a little voice answered in the back of your head. And it was true. Cassandra became “yours” as soon as she sat foot in the batcave, with her lost little eyes and inability to properly communicate.
She says again, pointing at the TV. At Lorelai, the main character and the “mom” of the show. You were so shocked, that you could only nod.
Cassandra smiled, apparently satisfied of your reaction. She pointed at the screen again, and said :
You nodded again. Yes. Yes Lorelai was a good mother. She turned back to you, pointed at you this time and said :
Better ? Uh ?
“You. -she pointed at herself - My -she was pointing at you now-...mom. Yes ?”
Your heart stopped. You felt like you were dying. Those few words...Those few words overwhelmed you.
Two years. Two years Cassandra stayed silent, occasionally interacting through sign language, but mostly listening. Smiling, nodding, being curious...
Two years of silence.
And when Cassandra finally found her voice. When she was finally able to speak...
“Yes Cassie. Yes. Your mom. Yours. I’m...”
You said, chocking on your own voice, barely audible, as you brought her into a hug.
“You. The one. Cannot speak now.”
Cassandra says, amusement in her voice. And it’s true, this time...this time you’re the one struggling to get any words out.
Two years of silence finally broken, as your daughter found her voice.
“You. My mom.”
You were so, so, so so so so so SO proud.
Tears filled your eyes, as you saw him on the stage, holding proudly his trophy.
Things were made even more beautiful because...This was a normal moment, in a normal kid’s life. This didn’t involve capes, too many coffees and hours of sleep spend on the computer instead of in a bed.
This was all...Normal.
Tim had been in yours and Bruce’s life for a few years now. At first, his parents were still alive so he still lived with them...but they never noticed when he was gone. Parents of the year right ? When they died, it seemed logical to adopt him as your own.
He was such a smart boy, guessing at the mere age of eight who Batman really was, while no one else in Gotham seemed to have a clue.
But because he was so damn intelligent, his life...His life really hadn’t been normal. All of your kids’ life wasn’t quite normal, but you somehow always managed to give them a semblance of normality. By playing with them, by being silly with them etc etc.
But Tim ? Well. Tim was too focused. Tim never quite really acted like a normal boy. He reminded you a lot of Bruce, but Bruce was a grown ass man now. And even him, according to Alfred, had his moments of being a kid even after his parents’ death. He also lived eight blissful years being the most spoiled child in the World...
But Tim ? Tim never acted like a boy his age. Sure, he played sometimes. And he joined in on Disney movie night. He would accept your cuddles and affectionate hair ruffling any time. He loved when you read him a bed time story...But those moments were so rare !
So here, right now, at his school’s science fair...You were just incredibly proud and happy. Because it just felt like he was a normal kiddo.
Still smart as hell, sure, but that he had “normal” worries.
That very same morning, he was so stressed and scared of not winning the fair. That his experience wouldn’t work. That he’d be ridiculous.
He had “normal” kid of his age worries ! Albeit, you wished he didn’t had any worries at all, but it was nice to see him act just like all the other ten years old at the fair.
It was also nice to see he had many friends at his school. That he wasn’t a loner, that he didn’t isolate himself like he sometimes did at home.
If you didn’t go look for Tim to spend time with him, he would get lost in his work and never come out of his room. Forgetting to sleep and eat. He was way too dedicated...Well. Again. He reminded you a lot of Bruce.
But here he was, being a normal boy, proud to present his work at a normal science fair.
Of course, you and Bruce came to see him. And he seemed so happy, when he saw you coming in the room.
It kinda broke your heart, that he wasn’t sure if you would come or not. He did reserve you some seats though, in the front.
“I’m not sure I’ll win, I probably won’t but...I’m glad you came !”
You saw him worked on his project for the past six months, and it was amazing. Maybe it’s because he was your son but you were sure he’d win.
Wait. Your son ? Um...no. No question mark.
Yes. Your son.
He still called you and Bruce by your first name, but in your heart, he was your son. Yours.
And oh, seeing him so proud and happy to show you his work, and to introduce you to his friends...it was such a joy !
Plus, it was so rare to hear him blabber about normal subject. It made your heart beat with happiness when he whispered in your hear that he had a crush on the girl whose project was just next to his. She was a “smart cookie”.
You and Bruce teased him a bit about it, just enough so that he would still tell you things afterward and not be vexed or anything like that.
He showed you around his school, and...He just talked so much ! It was great.
And then...Then the day arrived to its end.
He was sitting between you and Bruce, holding yours and Bruce’s hand tightly to his forehead as if to give him courage, waiting eagerly for the result of the contest and...His name. It’s his name they called.
People applauded, but no one quite cheered him on as much as you and Bruce. You whistled, yelled “YAAAAY TIMMMMMYYY !!” while Bruce was telling to whoever was listening that it was “his son”.
The boy climbed on the stage, and was handed his trophy.
And oh you were so proud. And he looked so happy, so far from the dark world he lived in at times...Seeing him so happy, made you happy.
Just like seeing him sad made you sad. He was your son. Your little boy. You wanted only the best for him, and sometimes it was so difficult to give it to him...
Not today though. No. Today, you were glad you encouraged him to take part in the science fair contest. Because oh he just looked so joyful !
The teacher asked him if he wanted to give a quick speech, and you got a bit worried. Tim was such an introvert, public speaking was definitely not something he enjoyed.
And yet, yet he grabbed the mic excitedly and yelled :
“Mom ! Dad ! I won ! Look ! Look I have a trophy !! Look it’s almost as big as me ! Look mom !! Look dad look !!”
He was trotting all around the stage, under people’s fond laugh. Everyone was definitely thinking about how cute that little kid was ! And he was...yours !
No more first names. “Mom”. “Dad”. And he won. The trophy...The trophy was really almost as big as him (damn private school and their bling bling).
You were an absolutely blubbering mess by the time he jumped down back to the seat and showed off proudly his trophy to you, calling you “mom” and “dad” repeatedly as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
And it was. Because he was yours. Your little boy...
“Stop, stooooop ! I’m fine, I really am ! Oh my god unhand me now !!”
Damian tried to wiggle out of your grasp, but you were holding onto him too tightly for him to be able to. Exasperated to the maximum, he yelled :
“MOM, LET ME GO AT ONCE !! I’M OKAY !!!”
This did the trick. You let go off him and just stared at him, shocked.
What did he just call you ?
He looked at you and let out a nervous chuckle. He...He didn’t really mean to call you that.
Or rather, he meant to do so for a long time, but never dared. Because what if you didn’t want to be his mom ? What if you didn’t want him as a son ? He wasn’t technically yours, after all.
Now of course, none of your kids were technically yours, and yet you accepted all of them. But Damian...Damian was actually Bruce’s son. So he thought...He thought maybe you hated him for existing ? Even though he was conceived before you got with Bruce ?
Damian was overthinking. And he never overthought. Not on such matters at least. Because you know what ? He was so sure he didn’t care about you, at first. So sure it didn’t matter if you didn’t like him, because you were just “the woman married to his father”.
But then...Then he changed his mind. Because even though he wasn't yours, and even though he was really mean to you, you still treated him like you treated your other children.
Even though he was a brat who insulted you many times...You never got mad at him. Sure, you got a bit snarky a few times, but just enough to make him realize he was being ridiculous, and yet not ridiculing him.
You even stopped Bruce from getting mad at him (your husband had the tendency to always jump in to defend your honor, even if you could defend yourself just fine...it was actually rather cute, in the end).
Instead, you just accepted him as he was. You withstand his tantrums, not batting an eye. You listened to his rant, without ever scolding him, but instead conversing with him. Trying to show him another point of view.
Damian didn’t want to get attached to you...But it just kinda..Happened.
He had been wanting to call you “mom” for a while, by now, but never dared. Because he was afraid you’d reject him, even if you shown nothing but understanding to him. He just...Well, he wasn’t sure his heart could bear your rejection.
He never really had a real loving mother. Instead of good night kisses, his mother left him beaten half to death in his bed, left him to take care of himself.
He never had bed time stories, but assassins send in the middle of the night to train him to be always vigilant. He never had cuddles, but punches.
And sure, he had encouraging words, but they were all about him becoming ruthless and heartless, and one day ruling the world. Not about him being close to beating his high score in a video game !
No. He never had...Someone like you. A real mother...A mom. And he was afraid that if he finally called you “mom”, the spell would be broken. You would be weirded out, and things would change.
But tonight...Tonight as he came back to the bat cave, something snapped in him. That night, his intercom broke in a fight and you were worried sick that something might have happened to him as you had no news.
And when he came back, and only had a few bruises and cuts...You just couldn’t hold yourself anymore. You were completely unaware of Damian’s inner turmoil about calling you “mom”, because for you...he was your son.
He became your son that first time he finally warmed up to you, finally smiled at you and said “yes” to playing a simple board game with you. And you thought you made it clear enough that you considered him your son...But oh, to Damian, who wasn’t used to it, of course it would be scary. And of course he would be unsure if he understood things well or not.
As soon as he came in the cave, and you saw he was unharmed, you rushed to him and took him in your arms. Making sure not to touch his bruises and cuts.
And that’s when it happened.
That’s when Damian struggled against your hug because oh my god he was fine ok ?! No need to worry that much !!
That’s when Damian said, in the most natural way ever, “mom”. Because of course...of course only a mother could be THAT worried about him. Right ?
That night, something truly snapped inside him. Suddenly, everything made sense. Yes. Of course.
“Really mom, I’m fine.”
His siblings, his father and Alfred were all looking at him, a wide smile on their faces. His brothers and his sister remembering the day they themselves first called you “mom”.
And you ? Well, you had one of your famous “burst of affection” all of a sudden, and grabbed onto your son, crying and saying :
“My baby boyyyyyyyyyy !!”
It made Damian incredibly happy, those few words...Even as you were almost suffocating him under your hugs and kisses.
I feel like I wrote a lot of stuffs talking about what Batmom means to those kids. Talking about how they feel about her and vice versa. But I realized I never wrote about that first time they called her...”mom”. If you want all the background infos about how everything came to be, go check my other “Batmom x Batkids” fics (especially the sad ones at the end of the list, if you know what I mean) :). Anyway I hope you liked this thing I wrote on the spur of the moment, and as usual, feedbacks and reblogs = LIFE. On that note, it’s very VERY late (again, I got carried away) so I’m off to bed. See ya soon !
PS : If you’re wondering why Duke does not appear, simple reason : while he’s a member of the Batfam and all, I don’t think he considers Bruce (and by extension Batmom) like a dad (and so mom). Bruce is definitely a mentor. And he takes care of him while his parents are “sick”...But Duke’s parents are still alive, and there will eventually be a cure for what they have. Know what I mean ? I feel like Duke is more like a “cousin”, a “nephew”, than a son. HOWEVER, to compensate the fact I didn’t write about him here...I’ll write an entire fic just about him and how he fits in the Batfam. Because I can. Bam.
PPS : Appreciate this cute Dick Grayson from Earth 42. Imagine him looking like this in the fic, but with a pirate costume. Cute lil Dickie. Also, his story was the longest out of all the Batboys because I realized he’s the one I made interact with Batmom the least. And Damian’s is the shortest one because I wrote a LOT of stuffs with him bonding with Batmom :).
Bruce Wayne, playboy philanthropist: Confident, charming, smooth, sexy, extrovert
Batman: Brooding, lonesome, mysterious, EXTREME INTROVERT, dark and serious, but secretly very emotional, fights to crush evil. Terrifying to all criminals, but is kind to innocents, especially children. This is Bruce’s real personality, the Playboy Philanthropist is just a facade.
Dick: Friendly, confident, relaxed, tends to make jokes when crime fighting, fights crime to make the world a better place(and because he finds it fun). Likes to show off his acrobatic skills, doing unnecessary and complicated tricks just to impress people, and make them jealous. Genuinely has fun fighting crime. Literally everyone likes him.
Jason: Confident and relaxed, also makes jokes when fighting, kind of like Dick but more aggressive and willing to kill. Kind to innocents but even more frightening to criminals in some ways. Fights to crush evil, just like Bruce.
Tim: Devoted to crime fighting, awkward, workaholic, a nerd in the best possible way, somewhat violent, introverted like Bruce, but to a lesser extent. Fights crime because fuck it, right? I mean, like, why not?
Damian: Rebellious, loves animals, arrogant, spoiled, loves animals, bratty, large and in charge, loves animals, literally adopted a cow and then went vegan. Fights crime because Bruce took him from Talia and was like, “Shit, now I have a son that’s a trained assassin. Gonna have to fix that.”
Hello! I would like to request from prompt list #1 - #8 (the floor is lava) at random places with the Bat family please!
Hope you enjoy! Thank you for requesting!
Prompt List 1: #8 “The floor is lava.”
Who knew that four little words could inspire such competitiveness? You certainly didn’t when you said them jokingly one night in the Batcave right before patrol.
“Hey, guys,” You called. “The floor is lava.”
Faster than the blink of an eye, Tim was standing on top of his chair, Dick was clinging to a stalagmite, Jason was on top of a cot, and Damian was sitting on Bruce’s lap, looking both embarrassed and livid.
You laughed at the shocked expression on Bruce’s face and the boy’s willingness to rise to the challenge.
Ever since that night, the boys became obsessed with the game. They were determined to find out which one of them was the Floor Lava Champion, and they asked you to play with them.
Figuring “What’s the harm?” you agreed, which in hindsight, might not have been the best idea.
Nothing was off limits; someone could call it out anywhere, at any time as long as all of you were present. It happened most often on patrol, or when you were all hanging out at the Manor.
In this instance, you were at a gala with the boys when above the chatter and music, you heard one of the boys yell “THE FLOOR IS LAVA!”
Desperately looking around, you saw Jason and Tim standing on the buffet table, and you thought you saw Dick hanging on the balcony. Damian was nowhere in sight.
You knew you only had a second to find high ground. The tables were too far away so, composing and apology in your head, you hopped onto Bruce piggyback style. Luckily you had chosen a loose fitting dress that night.
Bruce stumbled, nearly throwing you off but you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold on.
After counting to 3 in your head, you slid down to the ground and faced Bruce with your best 'I'm innocent' smile.
"Hey, Bruce. Great party." You said before dashing off into the crowd, laughing at the stunned expressions on the guests faces.
Bruce banned the game after that. But what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him...
The boy looked sure of himself alright, but Bruce couldn’t help and be a little worried, faced with the building’s decrepitude, and the general state of the neighborhood. Of course, he himself would never care about that, but this didn’t concern him per se.
It wasn’t about his safety, but Dick’s.
Bruce Wayne could wish to change Gotham all he wanted, do everything in his power to make living in this city better, and hope for progress...He wasn’t an idiot.
He knew his work just started, and that most of the city was still very much unsafe. And Dick went through so much already...
Was enrolling him in this school the right choice ?
“You know, Gotham Academy is currently the best rated school in the city ? And it’s closer to the Manor, not by much, but still...It’s also closer from Wayne Tower, just in case.”
Dick frowned, and Bruce could see that he was going to say something before he could truly think about it. His little ward was very impulsive, at times. And sure enough, Bruce was right, as Dick turned to him and started vehemently :
"It's full of phonies and not payed enough frustrated teachers who are mean to kids because they were born rich ! I mean, some of those kids totally deserve it, being phonies and all, but there’s many that are just normal nice kids with rich parents ! I can’t learn with a teacher who hates teaching. And the phonies are getting to me now, mocking me because I was in the circus...And it’s harder to fit in when you go home and are not in the boarding school part ? Most of them are in boarding school, and were jealous I could go home. And I don't care about the "prestige" everyone was always talking about. I don’t go to school to appear better than I am, I go there to learn !”
There’s a short silence, during which Bruce feels a pang of guilt in his heart.
Other kids were mocking him ? The teachers weren’t nice ? Why did Dick wait three months into the school year to tell him he wasn’t feeling well in that environment ? Was he not feeling comfortable enough around him yet ? It has only been six months since he started to live with him, after all..
Bruce tried his best to make him feel at home at the Manor, but it proved, at times, to be more difficult than anything he ever did in his life.
And this was coming from a man who went to train all over the world for years, enduring impossible trials after impossible trials. None of his training though, prepared him to raise a kid. Thanks god Alfred was always there to help him out when he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do.
And the more he thought of it, the more Bruce realized that putting Dick in the fanciest school of the City might not have been the best move...
“Do-Do you um, care about the prestige ?"
Dick asks, breaking the silence, looking up at Bruce shyly.
It was clear in the little boy’s eyes, he was very worried about what Bruce was thinking right now. And that the short silence after his passionate diatribe made him nervous. Because...Maybe Bruce would disagree with him ?
Maybe knowing the reason Dick wanted to change from private school to a "normal" public school in would make him angry ? Offend him ?
After all, Gotham Academy was very much like the school Bruce went to as a youngster (said school blew up a few years prior after an “accidental” gaz leak).
Looking at the boy’s almost panicked face, Bruce reassured him quickly :
"Of course not chum. I want you to be happy and feel comfortable in whatever school you choose. If you want to go to this one, then you're going to this one. I was just making sure everything was truly ok with you."
"Well it is ! I have friends here, people that came to-to the circus, you know ? Kids I met during intermissions and all that. Back in the other school, people, and not just the kids, the teachers too, made fun of me because I was in a circus ! Always talking about how I probably was uneducated and all. Bruce, They kept saying I was a clown when I was an acrobat !"
Once again, Bruce felt his heart tightening in guilt and sadness. Three months. The kid waited THREE MONTHS, enduring mockeries and not feeling well, before saying something ! And he only said said something after Bruce kinda forced him to talk about his feelings...
Which had been a very laborious process. Dick was a stubborn child, and Bruce wasn’t really the best person when it came to the concept of “opening up”. Eventually though, he finally got an answer out of the kid.
It wasn’t going well at school, which is why he was being angrier and angrier, and lashed out even more often than when his...The subject of parents was sort of taboo, right now.
Nonetheless, Bruce observed a clear improvement in Dick’s mood and behavior over the Summer. Being with him made the boy more cheerful, and like his entire world still had some sense. Like he wasn’t all alone. When Bruce thought back to his own childhood, and the months after his parents’ death, he truly realized how much Alfred helped him go through everything.
And he wanted to be that person for Dick. It succeeded, as the boy opened up more and more, and was starting to smile again. Be snarky and sassy, too, which Bruce could definitely do without (or not).
When school started however, he went back to a morose like attitude and it didn’t take a genius to understand something must be up..
And here they were, in front of a completely normal school in the Otisburg District, Uptown Gotham. Not the worst neighborhood, most definitely not the best.
Dick said he knew people that went to this school, and that’s why he chose it. And today was his first day. Even though he was a rather extroverted child, Bruce could tell he was nervous.
Made sense, it’s not easy, being the “new kid”.
Laying his hands on the boy’s shoulders, Bruce gave them a light squeeze he hoped felt reassuring, and said :
“Well, buddy. Should we go in ?”
This was one of the most stressful day of your life.
No. Second most stressful day. The worst one was most definitely about a week after you graduated college, all cheerful and happy about the prospect to start teaching ! You were riddled with enthusiasm and willingness to change the World, give kids a chance annnnnnnd...realized that day finding a teacher’s position where you wanted was difficult.
Because of sentimental reasons, you did not want to leave Gotham. This city had been your home all your life, and you just couldn’t envision yourself teaching anywhere else.
The city was big, but there wasn’t that many schools, in the end. Or at least, not enough teacher jobs available. None at all, in fact. Well, in the schools you wanted to work at.
There was work in the few private schools all around the city, but you didn’t want to be a teacher in such a place.
You grew up in a bad neighborhood of Gotham (which wasn’t telling much, since most neighborhood in Gotham were “bad” at the time), and you were certain that it was only thanks to the best sixth grade teacher you’ve ever had that you didn’t turn bad.
Out there, in the street of GC, it was so easy for kids from disadvantages families to fall into petty crimes. There wasn’t really a lot of prospect for those kids, with no money to continue their studies and nowhere to really go.
Eventually, a lot of petty crimes turn into organize crimes and...Well, you were sure that one of Gotham’s root problem was their bad public schools.
You swore to yourself that when you’d become an actual teacher and have your own class, you’d advocate a lot to the city council to have a bigger budget, and give a real chance to kids from the lower neighborhoods !
But right now, after three months of not being able to find any steady work in the area you wanted (only short subbing times), and almost accepting a position at Gotham Academy...You finally found a job (well, at least you think you did) and were waiting nervously in front of the principal’s office for him to give you a class !
You didn’t know yet which one you’d get, and it made you extremely nervous ! The entire ordeal was settled really fast, and just enhanced your stress because you had barely any time to prepare. And since you didn’t know which class you’d have, you prepared for any grade you could have in an elementary school (because yes, you were an elementary school teacher. You were sure that trying to lead kids the right way had to start from an early age, as so many of them, in Gotham, just quit school before the age of 15...).
The day before today, you received a call from a panicked principal in the Otisburg district, talking about one of his main teacher quitting after she got mugged for the 7th time that month (it was particularly hard for her because she was originally from Metropolis, so not used to all this violence...), and he was in desperate need to find someone to fill her spot ! The principal’s words particularly resonated within you, since she was saying that those kids, given their circumstances, couldn’t afford to miss a few days of school.
It could have terrible consequences. Which is why she called you (you remember perfectly well that principal, and couldn’t help, when she hung up the phone, to feel utterly giddy because...she was running one of the school you wanted to go the most to !).
But then you realized she didn’t tell you which class the quitting teacher had, or if the spot would be “regular” of if it was yet another subbing time for you...
And here you were, waiting in front of her door, stressing the hell out. And oh my god WHY did you came an hour earlier ?! It just enhanced your stress.
Next to you, there was a trash can full of the espresso you got from the machine in the empty teachers’ room. All this caffeine running through your blood system surely didn’t help you relax.
You were about to take yet another walk around the school to try and release some tension when...
“Can we get ramen for dinner ?”
“I’m not against it chum, but I believe we’ll hurt Alfred’s feelings if we come back for the fourth night in a row with take away.”
“Oh. Right. Then maybe he can make ramen ?”
“I’m sure he’d learn for you.”
“Can you call him so he’ll do it for tonight ? I really want ramen. I miss it..”
“Dick, we ate ramen the past four nights.”
“But it’s so good ! Pleaaaaaase Bruce please please please ask hiiiiiim ?!”
“Alright alright alright. I’ll call him after the meeting ok ?”
Half-standing half-sitting, as you were about to leave for yet another walk, you noticed two persons coming your way, and caught a little part of their conversation.
A man and a boy, probably his son. The little one was jumping up in the air, fist bumping the nothingness, clearly happy about the prospect to eat “ramen”. As they both came closer to you, you realized that...
“Ah, mister Wayne ! I see you’re here too, Miss (Y/L/N), good good. Perfect timing.”
You jump in the air, surprised by the sudden appearance of the principal. Was she a ninja or something, to open her door so stealthily and just appear out of thin air ?!
The thought made you smile, because honestly, in Gotham City ? It was a possibility that the principal of this little school was an assassin of some sort...You stopped your mind from inventing stories about a famous ninja acting as an elderly school principal as a cover, and being one of the most prolific hitman of Gotham at night, and turned to her.
Why was it, that your imagination always ran the wildest at the worst moments ? Right now, you were about to have your first briefing at your first teacher job ever, in the company of the famous Bruce Wayne, and you were thinking about ninjas and whatnot ! WHY ?!
You smile awkwardly at her, and walk into her office, wondering now why a man like Bruce Wayne was here.
According to TV and diverse newspaper, he was a few years older than you, and after everyone thought he died long ago, came back out of nowhere to take his place back in the city’s life just a few months ago.
Why was he here ?
Wasn’t he supposed to be a billionaire who was gonna “turn Gotham around” ? A rush of excitement suddenly filled you. Was he-Was he getting interested in helping schools out ?!
That little boy who was with Bruce Wayne, it was “Richard Grayson”. You read his story in the paper, what terrible tragedy...Made worst by the fact it was the only news going around in Gotham for quite a while.
Turned out though, the papers and other media missed one hell of a headline... Their beloved Bruce Wayne adopted the kid ! And no one talked about it ! Your guts were telling you that the reason why this was kept a secret was the man himself. You didn’t know him, but he most definitely seemed like the kind of person who would make sure no further stories about a poor defenseless little boy would surface all around the city.
“So as I was saying, perfect timing ! I thought, mister Wayne, a man of your stature might want to meet your son’s teacher first ? Well here she is ! Miss (Y/N/L) ! She’s starting at our school today too, and will teach the third graders.”
Bruce cleared his throat, and looked at you worriedly. Wow, rude. You didn’t quite know why, but your guts were telling you again this Bruce guy wasn’t very convinced about you right now.
“Um, how old is miss (Y/N/L) ?”
You raise an eyebrow, and answer before the principal can :
“Miss (Y/N/L) is 23, almost 24. Why, is that a problem ?”
“Um, no no. I mean...Maybe. I was under the impression Dick was going to be in the class of someone who had a lot of experience being a teacher ?”
WOW ! RUDE ! You turned an outraged face to him, and he avoids your eyes. The little one though, “Dick”, looks at you apologetically and elbows his gardian in the ribs.
“Can I ask you something mister Wayne ? Do people tell you the same thing when they realize you’re about my age and are raising a child right now ?”
Bruce turns to you, and...Oh you hit the bullseye.
“I think I have every right to ask about your experience, as I’m about to leave my child in your care.”
He says coldly, and oh you just want to punch him. You knew he got the analogy, and maybe you were a bit out of line but come on, he was too.
You were about to answer something, and was ready to get fired before you even started school as you knew you were going to put the richest man in Gotham back to his place, when the principal said :
“I can assure you miss (Y/L/N) is the person we need ! When she came to leave her curriculum vitae a few months ago, I just had hired Miss Hick, who quit. Poor woman, she was from Metropolis, you know ?”
Both you and Bruce nod knowingly. The principal continues :
“In any case, I almost regretted that I hired Miss Hick when I saw miss (Y/L/N). Let me tell you mister Wayne, I can assure you that she’s really the person this school needs ! She came out top of her class from school, and clearly has the passion to teach ! She might not have a lot of experience yet, but I think both the kids and her can grow a lot because of this. I’m a very gutsy person you know ? I can have a “feel” of people, know what they’re worth...It’s the part of me that was raised in the Bowery, you know ? Well in any case, from all the things I know about her, and the many letters of recommendations I had from schools where she had internships or subbed, she’s the perfect person for the job. And you, mister Wayne, I feel like you’re a reasonable man...Give her a chance, will you ?”
Well, this was interesting.
Sure, your first impression of Bruce Wayne wasn’t very good, but you had to admit that the way he seemed worry about his ward kinda warmed your heart.
It wasn’t very nice, to be questioned about your ability because you were young. But you could understand where he was coming from. And you kinda started to feel guilty about lashing out, and talking about his own legitimacy to raise a child.
Since when was hurting someone because they hurt you the right solution ? You knew better...
Oh ? Haha. You both talk at the same time, as you close the door to the principal’s office, raising your heads to look at each others.
You were both clearly feeling ashamed, and were looking down at the floor, when you decided to apologize. At the same time. And so you both start to laugh. Under the gaze of little Dick, who is most likely thinking : “What the Hell ? Adults are so weird.”, given his confused expression.
“I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude or anything. It’s very unlike me, I assure you. It’s just, I want Dick to...Be alright.”
He says, smiling shyly at you. And you can’t help but thinks this is probably not a look people are used to see on Bruce Wayne’s face.
“No no no, I’m the one who is sorry. Your concern was totally receivable, and I didn’t really help my case by being an as-um, very immature right afterward.”
“Well, let’s start all over, alright ? I’m Bruce Wayne. And this is my ward, Dick. He’s going to be your student this year.”
“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I’m um...Going to be your ward’s teacher.”
“Well, a pleasure to meet you miss (Y/N/L). I’m sure we’ll see a lot of each others, in this coming years.”
He tells you with a charming smile. And you try to pack in your brain all the rumors about him being a womanizer, to try and take away how attractive he is. How handsome, sure. But also how his voice is deep and soft to the ear, and how he genuinely seemed to care about his kid in that short meeting...You almost forget his rudeness. Well. He did apologize.
“Pleasure to meet you too, and I’m sure we will.”
Bruce shook your hand, and crouched down to be at Dick’s eye level. He put a hand on his head and said :
“Well chum, see you tonight ?”
There’s a short silence, and you can see Bruce wants to say more but is searching for his words. Finally, he says :
“Are you going to be ok ?”
The boy smiles widely, and nods enthusiastically. Bruce gives him a worried smile, and after ruffling his hair stands up, and leaves. But not without turning around one last time, as he’s about to disappear at the corner of the corridor, and waving at his boy. Dick waves back, and puts his thumbs up.
Everything was going to be ok !
Nothing was going to be ok !
What was Dick doing ? He should’ve said to Bruce he was really scared and worried about starting everything over in this new school ! He was pretty sure that if he had, Bruce would’ve taken him with him to work, and give him time to not be afraid anymore.
Bruce was like that. Always caring about his feelings first. He would probably homeschool him if he wanted...but that’s not what Dick wanted. Although he was thinking about it right now.
He did want to go to a normal school. And see the friends he made while in the circus. And have good teachers (this miss (Y/N/L) sounded great). But it was still scary ?
Dick could act as if he was confident and outgoing all he wanted, he was still an eight (almost nine) year old boy who was about to be thrown into an unknown environment. Not very reassuring. He was thinking...
“I’m nervous too, you know.”
“This is the first class i’m going to teach as an actual teacher, and not just a substitue teacher. It’s very nerve wracking. I’m also about to meet a whole lot of new people, that’s always a bit scary, right ?”
The boy answers, feeling his nervousness slowly fading away, as you smile at him reassuringly. It kind of reminds him of how Bruce would talk about his own problems to relate to his, which always helped him understand things more.
It helped him greatly, when he thought about his parents, and Bruce told him about his...
“Let’s make a deal. If I feel like I’m going to freak out, I’ll say “banana”, and you’ll make a diversion so I can escape ok ? And if you feel like you’re about to freak out, ask me if you can have some bananas and I’ll make something up so you can go in the corridor to regain some countenance ok ?”
“Ok, ok banana maybe isn’t the right word. What about...”
Oh god, the kid was most definitely thinking you were crazy, right ? You were trying to find a way to actually make him feel comfortable, and tell him it was ok if today become too overwhelming and he needed to take a break from all this novelty. Oh geez if you couldn’t make one child feel ok, could you even hold a full classroom ?!
“What about saying we need to go to the bathroom ? Everyone needs to go to the bathroom at one point.”
“Oh, brilliant idea Dick ! So, if we both feel like things are too much, our escape plan will be the bathroom...ok ?”
The boy answers excitedly, and you feel a sudden wave of relief. Ok. Good. Mission accomplished. He was clearly not feeling as nervous anymore. And you ? Well, this little victory calmed you down quite a bit as well.
Still though, as you pushed the door to your classroom and was met with all your new students, you felt like saying you needed to go to the bathroom right away...
When Dick came home that night, he wore the widest smile Bruce saw him wear for a long time. And oh, oh he was so excited to talk about what he did that day.
“Miss (Y/L/N), Miss (Y/L/N) !”
Dick calls you across the corridor, as the rest of the children exit the school to go home. It’s the end of today’s lessons, and you’re exhausted. You can’t wait to go home, but you never really mind doing some extra hours to answer a kid’s question.
Especially when said kid is Dick Grayson.
Of course, you’re not playing favorites in your class, oh no no no you would never...But you liked that kid.
Dick walks to you, and waits a few minutes for the corridor to empty out. And then he looks up at you, and as if it was the most evident question in the World, he says :
“Can you be my dad’s girlfriend ?”
For the first time in ages, you can feel your face growing hotter, all the way up to your ears. You spit the coffee you were drinking, and you turn to the little boy who just asked you the cutest question ever, that also made you highly uncomfortable.
“Um uh I um uh...What ?”
You totally blank. You. The person who spend her entire days answering kids’ questions, no matter how weird and kinda useless. And here you were. Completely unable to say anything.
“Can you be my dad’s girlfriend ?”
There another short pause, where you just stare at the boy and he stares back, not flinching one bit. And then there’s a sudden light in his eyes, as if he just understood something, and adds :
And it kind of melts your heart, how he thinks you weren’t answering because he wasn’t being polite. Trying to choose your words carefully, you say :
“What brought this up ?”
You knew that asking their thought process first, could help you greatly understand a child.
“Well, you’re great and pretty and nice and the best teacher I ever had and he needs to be taken care of. You take great care of us !”
“Dick, your dad isn’t a child anymore..”
You smile at all the compliments the boy gave you. How sweet and innocent. You also smile at him calling Bruce his “dad”.
As the school year unfolded, you saw a shift in Dick’s behavior. A good shift. He opened up more and more, and it was obvious he was slowly finding a new family again, without forgetting the one he lost.
You actually thought Bruce’s approach to tell him he could call him whatever he wanted, and that Dick’s parents would probably just want for him to be happy, and would be happy themselves he wasn’t alone...Was very cute.
You talked about it with him in a parent/teacher meeting. Of course, you had said meeting with all “your” kids’ parents. Not just Bruce. Um.
“I know he isn’t ! Though believe me he acts like one sometimes. But I’m saying that because...I think he’s lonely ? And sad ? Sometimes it feels like he’s just not with us you know ? I don’t know how to explain it, I don’t have the words to...”
Oh but you see exactly what Dick means. You noticed it too. Sometimes, Bruce, when he thought no one was looking, had this melancholic look in his eyes, as if lost in his own dark world indeed.
Not that you saw Bruce THAT often. I mean, just like you saw the other students’ parents really. After all, the school this year really worked on involving the parents more. You and the principal really had the same ideas, and you thought that getting the parents right into the student’s school life was vital for a good development.
“Dick, you know you can’t just become someone’s girlfriend like that ?”
“Sure you can ! I asked Rose McDowell yesterday if she’d be my girlfriend, and she said yes ! It’s simple, you have to ask and then you’re in love.”
You smile at how sweet this child simplified vision of love is, and say :
“Adults are complicated, Dick. We can’t just fall in love by asking someone if they want to be our girlfriend or boyfriend. We have to go on dates, and know each others, and such things ?”
“But miss, you know my dad. If you’re not sure about something, ask me ! I know everything about him, and if I don’t, then Alfred must know !”
Again, you smile at how easy that little boy seems to find solutions to any problems. And oh you wished it was that simple.
“This isn’t how it works, Dick. You have to have feelings for each others, too.”
“Well, I know he likes you !”
You feel your heart jump in your chest, and a rush of excitement...Until you realize. “Simplified answers and solutions”. And thinking he loves little Rose. Dick clearly does not know what “likes” truly mean, and might mix up friendship feelings with love.
After all, it was true you and Bruce got along. Strictly in a...teacher/parent kind of relationship of course. Let’s just say Bruce Wayne agreed with your kind of teaching. Not every parents saw eye to eye with your “fun” methods and such.
So in the eye of a kid, agreeing with each others might seem like this “like” feeling. But really, there was NO way a man like Bruce Wayne would be interested in someone like you.
You saw the models he dated at charity balls and other galas. It never lasted long, and he had much less flings since he officially adopted Dick, but you still saw how they looked and such. Why, when he had such options, would he go for a plain elementary teacher like you ?
“Dick, I don’t think he likes me in the way boyfriends like their girlfriends, do you understand what I mean ?”
“There’s more than one way to like a person !?”
The boy seemed blown away by that, and you can’t help but smile once again his innocence :
“Of course there is. You don’t like Bruce the same way you like Rose, right ? Or your friend Harry ?”
Quick connections seem to be made in his little head, and he nods slowly. But oh horror, his shoulders flop down dejectedly, and he looks sad now. You don’t have time to try and find a way to make him understand everything is alright as he says :
“So you don’t like him ? I mean, like like him ?”
Smart boy. He understood fast that there were indeed a difference between love and friendship. Or at least, he understood the concept of it. You smile and you say :
“No buddy, no I don’t like like him.”
It’s a blatant lie, but sometimes, for a child’s own good, a lie is the best solution.
Because even if by some miracle Bruce Wayne “liked liked” you, he was still one of your student’s parent. When you were in college, one of your teacher hammered in your head that it was highly unethical to date a student’s parent, and this principle just stuck in there.
No. No way. You could never date Bruce Wayne. Because even if he liked you back (back ?) the fact was, he’d forever be one of your student’s parent, even the day Dick would go to the next grade...
Dick moves on to the fourth grade, and it’s quite painful to let go of this very first class you’ve ever taught. Those kids that help you grow as a teacher, as you lead them on the path of knowledge.
For an entire year, you all learned from each others, and it’s with a heavy heart you see those children moving on to the next class, as you welcome new kids yourself.
Wow. You didn’t think it would be that hard. But it really is. Even more so because you know, no matter the impact you had on those kids’ life, they’re bound to forget you one day...It was a sad thought, but one you wrongfully thought would be true.
Actual truth was, you shaped a lot of those children’s lives and they’d forever be grateful that you never gave up on them.
And as a new year starts, and your class is full of unfamiliar faces, you have to face the fact that this is what being a teacher is.
For the next few years, you don’t really see him. Briefly in the school’s corridor as he goes to a parent/teacher meeting or something of the like. Or in the principal’s office, after he made yet another large donation for the school (since his son enrolled in a “normal” school, Bruce got very involved in the education system in Gotham and donated a lot of money to a lot of schools in rough neighborhoods, unknowingly accomplishing your lifelong dream).
But you don’t see him as much as when Dick was in your class.
Which makes sense...Why would you keep seeing Bruce Wayne ?
You saw him often because you were the kind of teacher to involve the parent a lot. You saw him when Dick decided to make an expose on him, and dragged him in his classroom (it was very funny to see the famed Bruce Wayne awkwardly standing in front of a bunch of kids). You saw him when you had to talk about Dick’s progress or problems. You...Well, you saw him like every other parent. Nothing special was going on.
And now, as you don’t have his kid as a student anymore, of course you see him less.
But sometimes, sometimes when you finish work and walk back to your car, he waves at you from his own car (he always made sure to pick his son up) and smiles, and honestly...It’s enough for you.
This sort of non-relationship goes on for a very long time. Where you quickly see each others in hallways, waving at each others in the parking lot, and catching up with quick conversations that are always the same :
“Hello Mister Wayne.”
“Hello Miss (Y/L/N).”
“How are you today ?”
“Fantastic, and you ?”
“Great. Well, I have to go to my class.”
“Yes, I have to go to. It was nice seeing you.”
Hundreds and hundreds of short conversations, that started to mean a lot to you, even more so since Dick was almost going to graduate primary school and..Oh god.
You had a crush on Bruce Wayne.
Then again, in Gotham city, with how much he appeared on TV and such, a lot of people had a crush on Bruce Wayne.
But you…well, he was handsome, nice, funny, but most of all, he cared so much about this little boy he adopted, that…how could you resist really ? You rationalized everything by thinking that you liked him so much only because of how much he cared for Dick (who wasn’t even your student anymore !).
Of course. People caring about "your" kids, about their education and all, always kinda made you melt. Even more so when they were single parent !
Yes. Yes you didn't really liked Bruce Wayne. You didn't really have a crush on him. You just…Admired how well he took care of that kid that suddenly appeared in his life. Hell, he seemed to take care of him better than the parents who had their own children since birth…It was something.
Of course, you were sure their "butler", Alfred Pennyworth, that you met a few times, was for something in all this. Still. It was very sweet. And impressive. And all those feelings gave you the impression you had a crush on him...but you really don’t, right ?
No. No you don’t. Oh, but here he comes, you know he has a meeting with Dick’s 6th grade teacher and...
“Hello, Miss (Y/N/L).”
“Hello, Mister Wayne.”
The same conversation.
Over and over again.
And it always ends on large smiles being exchanged, and a short pause, as if neither of you truly want to leave...
Dick graduated sixth grade and you stopped seeing Bruce Wayne.
It made you oddly sad, but then again...That’s how life went, right ? It was time to move on from your silly crush that lasted those past three years.
Another year passes, and you’re slowly getting over Bruce Wayne. Your heart doesn’t beat as fast when you see him on TV, and you started to date men there and there, when you felt like you wanted to be with someone.
After his graduation, you didn’t see Dick again, which confirmed your theory that no matter the impact you had on a child, when they moved on...They moved on.
The truth was, Dick never forgot you, and wish he would have had the time to go back to his old school. But middle school was harder and more demanding than elementary school, and with his nightly activities...
But he never forgot the first teacher he had that made him feel like he could do anything. And that was always understanding, and adapted her way of teaching for every single kids in the class.
But that, you did not know. And you thought you had moved on, too. Until you saw him again. At the exact same place you met. In front of the principal office.
“Mister Wayne ?!”
“Miss (Y/L/N) !”
He says with a warm smile, his hands on the shoulders of a little boy that couldn’t be older than ten or eleven. And you understand that he adopted again, and realize that yup, you still have a crush on Bruce Wayne.
After Dick's debacle at Gotham Academy, how much he hated it and such…Bruce figured that with Jason, he'd just let him choose.
So he went and took brochures from each school, and brought them back to the Manor for Jason to take a look at. Alfred had a little tear at the corner of his eye, when he witnessed his master going all around Gotham just to pick up infos on every single school so his kid could choose…
It was particularly refreshing that since Young Master Dick left, Bruce felt lonely.
Even more so given the conditions they parted at the time…ah but that was another story, and the butler had no doubt in his mind that Dick would come around, forgive his father and vice versa. After all, young Master Dick was a teenager now (not since very long), he had to rebel at some point, and it did some good to Bruce to have someone disagreeing with his methods and making him reconsider things…But again, that was another story.
For now, everything was about Bruce going well out of his way to make sure Jason would be comfortable.
"You can go wherever you want."
"Yes, you're the boss. Choose where you want to go."
Jason's face brightened, and Bruce couldn't help but smile at him.
That little boy clearly had so few choices in his life…Oh god, Bruce hoped that suddenly having so many choices wouldn't overwhelm him !
But the boy was carefully studying brochures one by one, putting them away in three different piles. Bruce wondered for a second why, when the kid looked at him and understood his silent question :
"This pile is for the "big no no never", this one is for the "maybe", and this one is for "good ones""
Ah. Made sense. Organized little feller.
This went on for a few minutes until he picked up one brochure and exclaimed :
"Hey that's my old school !"
Bruce turned to look at what school Jason was pointing to. Oh.
It was Dick's old school, too.
The one in a not so nice neighborhood that he wanted to go to because friends he made while at the circus went there. And it used to be Jason's ? Well. It made sense. Also, fate had funny ways sometimes.
“And do you want to go back there ?”
“Well I only went one year there, but I think I still know people who are still there...It might be nice, to already know a few people ?”
“So this one ?”
“I think so, yes. This one. I have a good feeling about it !”
Bruce smiled, and...Did that mean he would see you again ?
“This is my son, Jason.”
He says proudly, hands holding reassuringly the boy’s shoulders.
Oh yes, yes you vaguely remember reading an article about how Bruce Wayne adopted a new kid, after his older son went away in boarding school (which always made you feel odd, Dick didn’t sound like the boarding school type of kid ? Ah, but he must’ve been about 14 or 15 now, right ? Maybe his teen years weren’t going as smoothly as his childhood...).
Wondering if you should ask how Dick is, or if it was maybe too personal given the circumstances, you turn to look at Jason and...
"Hey I remember you. You used to come to this school right ? In a few class below the one I teach currently, and then one day you disappeared !"
"You-You remember me ?"
"I always notice children that seem a little-"
"No, not odd. Sad. It was obvious something didn't go well in your household. I’ve been teaching long enough to...notice you guys. When you disappeared I asked you teacher and she told me you turned bad. There was no infos on where you lived so I couldn't go and see…I'm very glad you, in fact, turned the opposite of bad !"
"You…would've try to find me ?"
"Of course ! "Turning bad" is something too easily accepted in Gotham ! If you don't give up on a child, who might not have an ideal family environment, then they have a better chance ! Of course it doesn't always work, I did have a lot of failure…but a few hold on, and those few matters !"
Jason’s mind was blown away. He stopped going to school when his mom overdosed...He was 8, and suddenly had to fend off for himself, as no one cared to know what happened to the “son of that junkie on the third floor”.
He survived as he could, by committing petty crimes and dangerous stunts. Until Bruce found him (or rather, until Jason stole the Batmobile’s tires and got caught).
And here he was, having a home again for the first time in ever, and faced with a woman that genuinely was concerned about him, but didn’t have the means to help.
And what would’ve happened if she had ? Well, Jason was glad she didn’t. She seemed nice, but he wouldn’t trade his new dad for the world.
Bruce was his hero. And he loved him dearly. Why would he want any other parent now ? He had one that, in his eyes, was perfect for him.
“So, you know him ?”
Bruce was looking at you with eyes full of interests. The little speech you made about going out of your way to make sure every kids you encountered was ok...moved him. It stirred something in his heart. Something good.
Something that felt nice.
“Well, not per se. But I saw him around, like I said. It’s very nice to properly meet you, Jason.”
You answer with a smile, and Jason finds himself wishing you’ll be his teacher, for this first year back to school in a while.
“It’s unfortunate that Jason here, is entering fifth grade. He will not have you as a teacher...”
“Fifth grade ? Well what a coincidence. I’ve been teaching that class for the past two years, to break the routine, you know ? There’s a lot to learn in fifth grade, it’s a pivotal year for kids, so I’m glad I was transferred to that class ! And I’m double glad because that mean we’ll see a lot of each others, Jason.”
And you smile at him, making him blush because he’s still not used to people being nice to him like that...
Bruce smiles too, but not for the same reasons. So you’re teaching fifth grade now huh ? Well. That means you’ll see a whole lot of HIM too...
Young Jason Todd.
Promising. You were sure he would have a very VERY bright future ! It wouldn’t surprise you if he was the one to take on Wayne Enterprise, he was THAT smart. Yes. Bright future in coming for sure (um...).
More studious than Dick was. More attentive, too. Dick could sometimes be the class clown, and get distracted. But Jason ? Jason was listening carefully, drinking your every words, and oh it was so nice to have a student like him in your class ?
Even more so when you knew that he could’ve turned very bad if Bruce didn’t adopt him...Ah damn. This just enhanced exponentially your crush on Bruce.
It’s like it’s a redo of when Dick was your student.
Once again, you see a lot of Bruce Wayne (and are comforted that this will go on for at least one year afterward, until Jason graduated). But since his son is your student again, he’s often at the school.
Working with the principal to help financially, and participating greatly in Jason’s school life.
And the crush continued, although you were pretty sure he just saw you as his kid’s teacher...Then again, why would he see you any differently ?
“YEAAAAH GO GIANNNNNNTS !!”
Jason screams at the top of his lungs, standing up on his chair in the massive Knightsdome Sporting Complex, watching with attention the baseball match unfolding in front of his eyes.
For his birthday, the boy asked to go to a game with his dad, and here he was, with Bruce...at a game. Not any game. The game of the year !
And he was so excited and hyped, that Bruce didn’t regret one bit taking the day off from Wayne Enterprise to be able to come with him here.
And that’s when he sees you.
You’re a few row down, on the left, and you’re...Talking with a guy.
Who was that guy ?
The dude kisses your cheek and Bruce’s heart tighten. Probably your boyfriend.
Something escaped him though...Why was seeing his kid’s teacher with her boyfriend made him feel so melancholic ? Why did it hurt his heart ?
And then the answer came as easily as Jason screaming in happiness as his favorite team just scored a point...He had a crush on you.
He was pretty sure he had a crush on you ever since he met you, when it was Dick’s first day. And all this year he was your student, and the moments you shared with him...The moments you shared ? What was he saying ?! You didn’t share any moments. You were just his son’s teacher !
It was normal to have meetings and such. And then, it was just courtoisie to say hello after that, when Dick was still in the school. Right ? No matter if he wasn’t as close to any other of Dick’s teachers...If he wasn’t as involved. They weren’t like you and...
This was stupid. You were his kid’s teacher. He couldn’t have a crush on you.
Ah but now you smile, and throw an arm around that guy’s shoulder, looking happy and. It dampens Bruce’s mood greatly. Why ? Why does he feel so blue ? This is suppose to be a great moment with his son, why are his eyes fixed on you and...
“DAD DAD !! DID YOU SEE THAT DAD !!!???? THIS WAS AWESOME !!”
Dad. This is the first time Jason calls him dad. And Bruce focuses back on the boy, lying about having seen “that”, and looking at his son enthusiastically jumping up and down his chair in excitement. Cute boy.
“Thanks for those killer seats, sis’.”
“No problem, I’m enjoying it too haha. Happy birthday, dumbass !”
You say, putting your arm around your younger brother’s shoulders, while enjoying seeing the Giants kicking Metropolis’ team’s ass.
Aaaah, you loved baseball.
“AH YES GOOO GIANNNNTS.”
Jason was still screaming, holding a stray ball Bruce caught for him above his head in a sign of victory. They were walking up the path to Wayne Manor’s entrance now, but Jason’s excitement still hadn’t gone down.
He was still jumping all around, talking about how cool everything was, and how much he loved the stray ball Bruce caught, and how he hoped he’ll get it signed one day, and how much he loved his new Giants t-shirt, and his new giants cap, and his new Giants baseball pants, and his new Giants shoes, and how he wished he could wear all of it to school and...
“Hey, why don’t you ask miss (Y/N/L) to be your girlfriend ?”
The sudden question takes him by surprise and he stops mid-way up the stairs to the entrance, and stare at his son.
Jason talked so much and so fast, the past hour, that Bruce didn’t catch everything he talked about, and most certainly missed how they arrived on this subject ?
“Why don’t you ask miss (Y/N/L) to be your girlfriend ?”
It’s the first time Jason sees his father stutter, and he realizes he must’ve stroke a cord with that question. He smiles slyly and adds :
“Oh you thought about it huh ?”
He got up a few stairs ahead of his dad so he could be at his level, and nudged him with his shoulder knowingly, being absolutely obnoxious.
“What are you talking about ? She’s your teacher, we can’t !”
There’s a short silence, during which Jason loses his smirk that is replaced by a confused expression and, as simple as that, he asks :
“Why ? You like her, no ?”
Yes. Yes he did...But it was more complicated than that. And she apparently had a boyfriend ! Bruce didn’t feel like ruining the day trying to explain his conflicted feelings to his son, and so he said :
“Because she’s your teacher, and that’s that.”
Three years after Jason isn’t your student anymore, you hear about his death. In the worst way possible. Through the TV, as you’re preparing dinner.
And it shatters you. You’ve always liked Jason a lot, he was so bright, he was supposed to have a successful future !!
He died during the Joker’s terrorist attack, apparently, along with a few other people. And it was the most tragic day of your life...
You don’t see Bruce for years, after that.
After Jason’s death, you vowed your entire life to teaching, even more than before. It became vitale to you, that future generations would make this city better, would give it some sort of sense.
Because in which world was it normal for a 15 years old boy to die because yet another psycho was roaming the streets ?
Jason fuels even more your wish to make this city a more bearable place to live in, and you work more than ever towards this goal, creating the “Jason Todd school foundation”, a name barely in homage to the student who inspired this entire action. In homage of a student who particularly touched your heart, and represented in himself why there was a desperate need to improve the education in Gotham City.
Your non-profit charity works harder than any other, to improve schools in Gotham, and give a better chance to this kids.
One of your biggest donator is a certain Bruce Wayne, but you still don’t see him anymore.
It’s only when he sees you talking to one of your students, right there, at the end of the hallway, that he realizes how much he missed you.
Two years passed since...Since his life completely changed. Since everything was painted in black again. And yet, yet it feels like it was yesterday he saw your smile.
He heard your voice.
He saw you care for “your” children.
It’s like a small ray of sunshine in his heart, as he finally sees you again. After Jason...After what happened, he felt like he couldn’t face you. Like he couldn’t face one of the only person in the world that cared greatly about that boy.
And so he avoided you. But Destiny brought him back in your path, and as you notice him, and a natural smile spreads across your face...He realizes how much he missed you.
In his hand, he squeezes Tim’s hand a little tighter, and the boy looks up at his dad curiously. What got into him ?
The other small ray of sunshine in his dark and dry heart, his new son, is about to asks him what’s up, when he sees how his dad is looking at that woman, at the end of the hallway.
Timothy Drake-Wayne has always been the smartest little boy around, and he immediately understands what is going on...
"So you can choose chum. Either school. This is Gotham Academy, the "best" one but it really has that reputation because…money. And then that's the one Dick and…Dick went to. He liked it very much, the facilities are not as nice, but the teachers are passionate."
Bruce doesn’t mention Jason, even though Tim is pretty sure Jason too, went to that school. But he knows it’s a delicate subject, so he does not mention it.
"Where did he go ? Why wasn't he in Gotham Academy ?"
"He couldn't get along with people."
"…Dick ? Our Dick ? Not getting along with people ?"
Tim was properly shocked.
"He can get mad very fast, you know ? Remember when you beat him at Smash Bros ?
"Oh yeah…He broke the controller. I just thought it was an occasional thing ! He really likes smash bros"
"It's not that occasional. He can get very angry very fast. And the kids in Gotham Academy weren't very nice to him, so he got angry often. It was also not long after his parents…”
"Oh. I get it…Well, I want to go where Dick went !"
Bruce’s heart tighten at the mere idea to see you again.
Was he ready to face you, after ignoring you for two years ? After Jason stopped being your student, the boy still went to see you, as you really changed his life. He wanted to be a teacher, too, so he often came and observe...Which meant you saw a lot of Bruce too.
And Bruce felt like he owed you an explanation. About how Jason...But he couldn’t. He couldn’t face you. He just couldn’t.
Something in him made him sure that if he would talk to you, he’d break down. He’d tell you everything. Everything.
And he just couldn’t do that.
Tim hated school. For the past two years, he got away from not going by falsifying a paper where he forged his parents’ signature saying he was now homeschooled. The truth was, his parents never really paid attention to what he was doing, and since he hated school...
He might as well not go, and do other things of his days. Like discovering who the Batman was !
And he did, he did found out ! Shortly after that, and after stubbornly going to Wayne Manor days after days so Bruce would train him, he lost his parents ...And got adopted by the Batman himself.
It was strange, because Bruce paid a lot of attention to what he was doing. Actually, he was borderline overprotective sometimes...Of course, Tim knew it was because of the Robin-he-wasn’t-allowed-to-talk-about.
Jason Todd. The brother that he’ll never know. Only Dick, talked to him about that (after Jason’s death, Dick came back to the Manor to support Bruce, and enrolled in a high school downtown, where he was a senior). Bruce never mentioned him, but Tim saw him spend hours standing in front of Jason’s old suit, and staring at it...
But that was another story. That nonetheless explained why Bruce was being particularly protective of him (like, he still held his hand when they were walking in the streets and stuffs like that, even though Tim was 9 now !).
In any way, Tim still hated school, and it’s full of “don’t wanna” and dreading the boring hours he’d spend in class learning things he already knew, that he dragged his feet across the corridor to go to his first class.
Dick told him about the teacher, apparently he had him in third grade. Great. A third grade teacher teaching fifth grader. Wow. He would learn sooooo much.
This was the first time in his life Tim actually liked school. Sure, you were teaching a lot of things he already knew but the methods you were using, with games and fun things so they’d remember better, was amazing !
It didn’t feel like school, yet as the end of the day drew near, Tim realized he actually learned a lot of things ! WOW ! And for the first time in his life, Tim couldn’t wait for the next day.
You too, couldn’t wait for the next day, as it was going to be the first teacher/student conference, and you’d see your forbidden crush, Bruce Wayne.
“So, are you going to take miss (Y/L/N) on a date ?”
Bruce and Tim were in one of the car, driving back home, when Tim just jumped right into it.
“Pleaaase, all this chit chat you guys had was unbearable. You talked so much about nothing.”
“We were talking about your latest test, chum.”
“Right. For the first two seconds. Then you made up excuses to keep talking.”
“Well, you sure have a great imagination. Miss (Y/L/N) said so herself.”
“Oh really dad, we’re really going to go that way ? You’re going to deny it ?”
“Tim, we were just talking about you. That’s it. Just like any parents and teachers.”
Obviously, the boy wasn’t convinced. However, he dropped the subject, too surprised by the fact his father’s face was slowly turning bright red.
“This is my new sister Cass !”
Tim says enthusiastically, smiling widely at you.
“She’s older than me, but she um...isn’t from this country, so never went really to school so that’s why she’s in your class and I’m in sixth grade ! She’s very nice ! She’s coming here because I’m here too ! She wanted to be where I was ! She’s my sister !”
“Cass” looks at you curiously, a bit of shyness in her eyes too, and when you raise a hand to shake hers, she flinches back.
It doesn’t take you long to recognize all the signs of a child that was beaten by her parents, and a rush of anger climbs inside you.
Tim, after he introduced his sister, rushes to his own class, and you’re left with Cass as the rest of your students come in.
She goes from one foot to the other, unsure of what she’s supposed to do in this first day of school, and it’s obvious...it really is, her first day of school.
And already, you think of a plan to make her feel welcome. To make her feel like it’s ok if she doesn’t get everything right away, or if she isn’t at the same level than others.
You quickly realizes she does not speak much, most likely because she wasn’t really taught to. It breaks your heart, and you do everything in your power to adapt your class for her. To give her that extra support.
And in that case, isn’t about having a favorite or not, it’s about being there for kids who need it. It’s your entire life’s work up until now.
Cass incarnates exactly why you became a teacher.
“You. Like her.”
Cass says simply, touching her father’s chest, and then pointing at you, who’s currently helping a few kids finishing last minutes decoration for the school play.
Bruce turns to you, looking longingly at you as you smile to the kids, and help Tim put his hat on properly (he was playing President Lincoln..). Of course, just as he was looking at you, you had to take care of his kids.
His feelings for you were always stronger, when he saw you with one of his children. You’ve always been such a great teacher, caring so much for them.
Of course, you cared about all your students. More often than not, you went out of your way to make sure a kid had enough food, or was treated properly. Went out of your way to go after children who stopped coming to class, dragging them back in.
How could he not like you ?
He turns to Cass now. His only daughter. His sweet, sweet daughter. How could he lie to her ? It is impossible.
And so, for the first time since, years ago at a certain baseball game, he realized he had a crush on you (that might’ve turned into something more now), he says aloud :
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
Cass smiles sadly, because she understands he’ll never act upon his feelings for multiple reasons. And she understands her precious “Miss (Y/N/L)” won’t either...
It’s interesting, how your relationship evolved, in almost ten years. From when Dick first became your student, to when Cass left your class for the last time.
Nowadays, you actually became friends, mainly because Bruce became one of the board member of your Charity.
You had to admit this was going beyond a simple teacher/parent relationship (as if it hadn’t been that way for years). But...but you’d never cross a certain line
Neither of you would admit your feelings. You’d simply stare at each others from a far, and look away when the other turned their head toward you.
You started to call each others by your first names, but it just made sense.
You were friends now. Nothing more. Even if Cass wasn’t your student anymore, neither were any of his other kids...Things could still not go further.
That’s simply how things were.
He did not want to drag you in his life, and felt like it was inappropriate to date his kids’ teacher (even if technically you weren’t anymore, you were still “Miss (Y/N/L)” to all of them). And the media would crush you...
As for you, in your head, those kids, even if the oldest one was going on his twenties, were still your students. And you had a strong ethic..
“I don’t see why I have to go to this...public school, father”
At the word “public”, Damian shivered slightly and Bruce couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Oh, how he wished his boy wouldn’t have inherited his dramatic side...
"Your brothers and sister loved this school."
"Don't call them that please, they're not my-"
"You're my son. They're my children too. You're their brother. End of story."
There’s a short silence, where Damian scoffs. He breaks his stubborn silence, realizing his father wasn’t going to budge, and adds :
“Yes well like I said, they weren’t use to a high standard of living. Mother hired the best private tutors and such. If they’re satisfied with mediocrity then good for them.”
“Well, here’s another reason to go to this school. Detach yourself from this type of life, isn’t that what you want to do ? Plus I think it would do you nicely to be a little more humble.”
“Humble ? My life is anything but humble !”
“Except for the fact that now, you’re going to a normal public school in a not so nice neighborhood in Gotham”
At those words, Damian’s eyes widen. Did his father just...make a joke ? Oh the smirk on his face was undeniable, he just mocked him !
“Bruce ! Ah, and you must be Damian ?”
You say, as you see the both of them. Damian scoffs, and you take the conclusion that yes, it must be him.
Bruce talked to you on the phone about his youngest son, who recently came into his life after...A lot of complications. He didn’t really tell you what happened, but you understood he dated a woman long ago and she had a son, and hid him from him. Which outraged you. But also was none of your business...
In any case, he talked to you about Damian. He had been raised in very high society, and warned you a little about him. But oh, you did not believe a child needed warnings. No matter what, you’d find a way to properly teach that boy. A method that would suit him. Like you did for all of your students (and man did you already had some tough cookies in your classes).
Damian looked at his father, and then at you, and how you smiled at each others stupidly. And frowned. You left to ask something to the principal, and Damian turned to his father, saying :
“Mm. Are you sure you put me in this school to teach me how to be humble, or did you just want to see that teacher again ?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, boy.”
But Damian was not stupid, he could clearly see how his father’s eyes were lingering behind you, and how you smiled at him.
It made him sick.
You held Damian back at the end of a class, to talk about his latest test.
He had made no mistake, and punctuated the entire thing with personal comments such as : “a baby would know this” and other “I could answer this one in Japanese” (and proceeding to write his entire answer in kanjis) etc etc...Which made you think that obviously, that kid did not want to be here.
And most definitely could jump further into his studies, if he thought this class was much too easy. You had the occasion to see his tests and his attention in class, and it was clear the “high society” from which he came from educated him very very well.
With an unimpressed look, Damian picked his stuffs up and went to your desk. You showed him his test, and said :
“It has come to my attentions, thanks to your very...Smooth comments, that this class is probably not up to your level. I was thinking maybe we could see to have you skip a grade or two. Would that be something you want ?”
He shrugs, still not looking very concern, and you sigh. In three months in your class, Damian hadn’t opened up at all. He was most definitely one tough cookie to crack...You sigh, and say :
“I’ll talk to your father about it.”
“Useless, he won’t accept.”
“Really ? Why ?”
“He thinks I need to learn how to be humble.”
“Ah. And what do you think ?”
“Why would I hide how good I am at things ?”
“Ah but Damian, being humble isn’t about hiding that you’re good, but accepting and knowing there’s always room for improvement.”
You say with a smile, and it...does something to him.
It’s not that your words have a particular impact on him, he heard Alfred or his “siblings” telling this kind of things hundred of times.
But there’s something in your face that makes him flinch. Moves something inside him. It’s like...It’s like you genuinely care.
Damian never really saw anyone looking at him with this expression. Clearly wanting to breach the gap, to make a jump and truly want the best for him.
Of course, his father really tried to bond with him, but they still didn’t get each others at all. And with his siblings ? Tt, he had no siblings. With the others, he always tried to be better (without always succeeding), and it frustrated them. With reasons.
So he never saw that particular smile, that particular expression. A genuine and hopeful smile. Someone not judging him in the least, and ready to give him a chance, even after he spend the last three months being horrible to them...
Damian couldn’t understand why you were looking at him like that. Why you had so much hope for him, why you didn’t give up already, why...Why ?
Why were you smiling at him, while he made all the effort in the world to make you understand he did not want to be here ?
He couldn’t understand. He hated not understanding.
And it made him...sick ?
Why did it make him sick again ? After a few more months of school, he couldn’t remember the reason.
Classes were...Pleasant to him, when you were teaching them. He found himself wanting to listen. Wanting to participate. Wanting to talk.
You had a way of approaching subjects that made everything fun, that made everyone wanting to learn more.
Why did he dislike you so much at first ? Probably because he wasn’t used to someone genuinely caring about his well-being ? He had been surrounded by fakes and people trying to kill him since his birth, it was difficult to believe there were some good people on Earth.
Bruce, just like how he noticed Cass’ speech improve after a few months in your class, noticed his son opening up more and more.
He was still quite introverted, and sometimes acted like a brat...but he was also just a ten years old boy. He couldn’t be perfect.
There was no doubt in Bruce’s mind that the way Damian slowly changed his mind and changed for the better, came in big part thanks to your class. It also, of course, came from the fact he had amazing children who weren’t about to let Damian get away with treating them as if they weren’t part of the family.
Instead of getting mad at him though, they just involved him more in their lives, wether he wanted to or not (something they most definitely picked up from your class, where you always made sure everyone was included, and had a “non judgement zone” installed). And slowly but surely, he got used to it.
He got used to say they were his brothers and sister. That they were a family. He got used to bicker over siblings stuffs, but not to hate them anymore just because they existed.
He was raised to be like that. Individualist, and taught to crush anyone he deemed a threat. For him, the children his father adopted were a great threat, they could steal his legacy...But slowly, he realized all he had been taught was rotten.
It took time, of course. And patience.
But the fact no one was willing to give up on him made him feel things. For the first time in his life, he felt what that “love” thing was, and what being actually cared for felt like.
A mix of a healthy family environment (and an escape to kick ass at night, and release some frustration), and a good school environment, and slowly but surely, Damian really did improve.
Of course, the change came from him. He was the one wanting to change, wanting to be part of something...But he most definitely had great help along the way.
Everything culminated the day he had to do an expose for his class, and chose Tim as his subject.
Of course, Tim knew nothing about it. Damian had come to see him as his brother, and would often boast to his friends at school how great his siblings were...but he’d never tell them to their face.
Only you knew, how greatly he admired his big brother Tim. He talked a lot about how Tim was only 16 and already managing a lot of things at their father’s enterprise, and he couldn’t help but digress to brag about his other siblings too, who were all very successful.
And no one in his family would ever have known, if it wasn’t for you who called Bruce to tell him about this absolutely beautiful expose Damian did about his siblings...It made you almost tear up. Even more so when he talked about “the brother he never met”, Jason (who was alive at the time, and back in the family, but the public still thought he was dead...however Damian couldn’t help but talk and brag about him too, even if he had to use the past tense. He would realize only later, how insensitive it could be to have done that in front of you, who still hadn’t gotten over his death...).
You told everything to Bruce, and it almost sounded like you talked about your own son. It did all kind of things to Bruce’s heart. Nothing he said alout, though.
Damian was going to graduate from elementary school when it happened.
It was the first full blown charity ball you held for your “Jason Todd school foundation”, and...You had no illusion.
If people came to your little event it was because Bruce Wayne was here too.
It had been, nonetheless, a rather pleasant evening. You caught up with Dick, Tim and Cass (and was painfully reminded of Jason’s absence), and what they were doing currently. Tim and Cass were still in high school, and Dick had recently decided to join the police school. Didn’t surprise you much.
Yes. It was a rather pleasant evening.
Except for the fact your heart kept getting stabbed over and over again every time you saw Bruce with his date, a Russian model that was probably one of the most beautiful woman you ever saw.
How could you compete against that ? ...Not that you’d want to compete.
You do your best to avoid them all night long, even though you see him look for you, trying over and over again to come and talk to you.
You just can’t do it. You can’t look at him in the eyes while he has such a gorgeous woman at his arm. And so, not very discreetly, you avoid him like the plague, always finding a way to put people between you and him, or escaping to the ladies’ bathrooms.
Until she corners you.
You were fairly certain she noticed Bruce wanting to talk to you, and had gotten jealous that he therefor paid less attention to her. Oh but if only she knew you and Bruce were just friends...
She’s able to finally talk to you as he went to get some drinks, and before even saying hello or anything, she asks, with a clearly exaggeratted Russian accent (you heard her talk with a barely noticeable accent before) :
“You’re the one who throw all this right ? Good party. Are you alone tonight though ? I thought it was custom for people who organized this kind of things to be accompanied.”
She says, with an infuriating fake smile. And that’s the moment Bruce choses to come back, so you can’t even be snarky or anything. You don’t want Bruce to think anything bad about you, so you say :
“Well, I’m here for the children. So no, I didn’t bring a date. I was too busy trying to appeal to people to invest in our new educative programs.”
The Russian model looks you up and down and say, the condescendence clear in her voice :
“Oh, is that why you’re alone ?”
And here we go, yet another knife in the heart. Reminding you that beyond those impossible feelings you have for Bruce, you also take every hours of your day and use it towards your “educative cause”, virtually having no real social life. And wow. Outch. “Alone”. Touché.
You don’t see Bruce frowning at his “date”, and you awkwardly smile before slipping away, finding an excuse to do so.
“(Y/N) wait I wanted to...”
You hear him say something, but you already jumped in the middle of a bunch of people and joined their conversation, effectively blocking Bruce’s way to you.
You really, really didn’t want to talk to him, even more so if that woman was at his arm.
The night comes to an end, and you’re utterly satisfied of it.
You managed (thanks to Bruce mainly), to find founding for all your projects, and had a nice nights full of passionate talk about education and such.
You had the opportunity to hang out with ex-students of yours, that made great things of themselves. Not just Dick, Tim, Cass and Damian. It was kind of a given, they’d do great, mainly because of their father’s fortune (although those kids were geniuses). But kids from the worst neighborhood in Gotham that benefited from all your actions.
You felt very proud, and shed many tears. More than once, you thought about Jason, and how you dedicated all this success to him. How you wished this would lead Gotham on a more peaceful path, and things like what happened to Jason would never happen again.
The wound of his loss was still fresh, and as the evening was coming to an end, and people leaving, you took a little break and went out on the balcony to take a breath of fresh air.
It was only ten minutes into your isolating time that he finally found you.
And you were beautiful, there, your elbows on the bannister, looking out at the night lights of Gotham City.
“Great night, huh ?”
You jump a bit in the air, surprised, and turn to him.
No Russian model around, coast clear ?
“Yeah. Yeah it was good. We have enough fundings to rebuild a hundred schools haha. Just with your donation, we could’ve achieved all our project. Thank you, Bruce.”
“Well, it’s for a good cause.”
“Still, many do not think or care about it.”
“You know I agree with you about the importance of good education..”
Yes. Yes you know. You’ve had many passionate conversations about the future of Gotham, and what you wished it would become.
Both of you had the same ideas and ideals. Both of you wanted to see Gotham thriving and peaceful. With happy inhabitants that wouldn’t be afraid anymore.
The Batman helped a lot, for sure, but it was to the people to do the rest. By making the environment everyone was growing in a better place.
And it started...With schools.
Yes. Bruce always agreed with your point of view, and was the first to believe in you.
“You did great, you know. None of this projects would exist without you.”
“I just...gave people ideas. Nothing too big.”
“Nothing too big ? (Y/N), you singlehandedly change Gotham’s entire educative field, making every schools better.”
“Well, I didn’t do it alone.”
You turn to him, and smile.
Sure, maybe you initiated a lot of things. Maybe it’s your own experience and such that molded the entire charity and such. But without Bruce Wayne ? And his wonderful kids ? You’re not sure you would’ve gone too far.
Dick is the one that gave you the self-confidence you needed by having to be strong to help him out, Jason was the one who pushed you to finally take a step forward, Tim and his novel ideas always made you want to improve, Cass and her will to fight and learn inspired you greatly in inventing new methods to help out kids with specific needs, and Damian showed you everyone could change for the better, no matter what.
Wether you liked it or not, the Waynes really had a huge impact on your life.
And as you turned to Bruce, somehow, you saw he was thinking something similar...In his eyes, you could see how grateful he was, and how much you changed and helped his kids.
Neither of you want to add anything. Everything goes through your eyes.
Thanksfullness. Gratefulness. Pride. Contentment.
It’s interesting, how for so many years, your fate and theirs was linked, in more ways than you could imagine.
To the point that now, Bruce couldn’t imagine a life without you, and vice versa.
You really were, great friends...
The word hurts, and you look away, unable to hold his gaze.
His calloused fingers brush your cheek, you you’re so surprised you turn back to him and...No. No he can’t. You can’t.
You know this look.
And if you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve known for a while.
Which is why you were frustrated with him bringing dates everywhere, him still being kind of a playboy (even though his kids gave him an excuse to tame it down). Frustrated with those feelings too because...
Because both of you knew you shared it.
Both of you knew...Probably since a long time.
Not that you nor him would ever act upon it, because then, it could change everything, and in a very bad way.
Plus, you can’t date a student’s parent. You have a very strict ethic.
And he can’t bring you into his world.
You both know.
But you’ll never do anything about it.
He kisses you.
He kisses you and it’s like those past twelve years of pining for him suddenly fly away. Like you’re 23 again, fresh out of college, about to teach your first class ever, and you see him. About your age. And he has a ward...A son.
You talk for a few minutes, you fight, you apologize, it clicks. And then he leaves, and for a year, you help his son grow. After that, you don’t see him for a while...Until he comes back, with another adoptive son.
Jason. And then Tim. Cassandra. Finally, now, Damian.
All those years walking a parallel line to his, acting as if his kids aren’t your favorite in your class (because “you don’t play favorite, that’d go against my entire work ethic !”). Acting as if you don’t make up a lot of parent/teachers conferences just to see him (because you didn’t really need that much...). Acting as if it didn’t hurt you the most when his kids moved on, and you stopped seeing them...and him.
He kisses you and it’s like you’re 23 again. Acting right away on your feelings. Not being afraid.
Afraid of what ?
He’s one of your student’s father. It’s not ethical. He’s also rich and handsome, so out of your league. And it’s unrationnal, you don’t see him that often.
Afraid of what ?
Rejection. Loneliness. Knowing exactly what you want but never doing anything to achieve it. Regrets. ...
12 years vanish, as he kisses you.
You’re 23 again, and...and...And you can’t do this !
He’s one of your student’s parent ! He’s THE Bruce Wayne !
The sudden bliss you felt as his lips met yours vanishes too, and it’s like a cold bucket of water dumped on your head as you realize...
You can’t do this.
Now, or 12 years ago, it’s the same situation.
You can’t do this.
And so you softly pushes him away...
It’s more difficult than you think, to say those words. He looks at you curiously, a fiery passion still lingering in his eyes.
You say, and the only thing you can do now, is run. Run as fast as you can.
“Fly you fools”, are the words that come to your mind. You have to leave, far, far away. And now, you have to stop talking to you.
Because this all thing is unethical.
You can’t date one of your student’s parent ! Even though none of them are your student anymore...
And Bruce Wayne is so out of your League ! Even though he’s the one who kissed you first...
And this could change everything, after all, he became your best friend, this could ruin everything ! Even though whenever you saw each others with someone else you felt like dying...
And he’ll surely reject you, you’re just you, a simple elementary teacher, and he’s him, THE bruce Wayne ! Even though he always looked at you as if you were much more than a “simple elementary school teacher”.
He asks. Why ? Why ? Why ? Why can’t you ?
Because of all the reasons you keep listing in your head. Student’s dad. Rejection. Out of league. Too much. Not enough. Regrets. Friendship.
He knows. Of course he does.
He knows you love him.
And deep down, amongst all the insecurities and fear...You know he loves you.
So, why ?
You can’t escape this. He knows. You know. You both knew for a while, without ever acting upon it. Why ?
As if a divine force was bringing you back to him, you get close to his body again, without even noticing yours moving.
Why not ?
When you think about it, all those years, it’s as if destiny lead you to each others. Bruce Wayne’s children should’ve never end up in a second rate school in a shitty neighborhood...And yet they all did.
An elementary school teacher really was supposed to have such a huge impact on “her” kids ? Well, you did.
Two parallel lines. Always going in the same direction, but never quite meeting.
Until a fateful accidental conjoncture.
Like a good night representing everything you believe in.
So, why ?
You repeat, but you don’t even believe it yourself.
You can’t remember the reasons anymore. Was it even ever wrong ?
He leaves you time, makes sure you want this. He takes a step back on the balcony, away from the remnant of people.
You follow after him.
Because you love him.
And he catches you in his arms...Why ?
Because he loves you.
12 years in the making.
Of obvious signs ignored...Why ?
You don’t even remember anymore. And it doesn’t matter.
Because he’s kissing you again.
Now that he’s sure. Now that you’re not running away for...reasons you can’t recall. Now that he’s sure. Now that you’re sure.
It seems silly, that you lost so many years...But then again, it’s only now that you’re finally ready.
Because as you both reflected on what you accomplished, and what the other’s place was in your life, you both came to a logic realization :
You were in love.
And so you kiss him back, and it’s like you’re 23 again.
“AH ! Finally !”
Tim exclaims, as he points to his father kissing his favorite teacher ever, Miss (Y/L/N)...No, (Y/N). And although he feels rather content that this is happening, he finds it disgusting.
“Oh geez they’re really going at it...”
Damian makes a face, because he also thinks the kiss is gross. However, in his heart, and not about to say it out loud just yet, he was very happy for his father. And for himself, really.
Cass, a smirk on her face, simply said :
But then Dick, throwing an arm around her shoulder, adds :
“Oh no little sister. No no no. Eight years old me shall forever remain known as the one that “called it” first ! Hahahaha.”
And indeed, it’s only, over twelve years ago now, when little Dick asked if you could be his dad’s girlfriend, that you allowed your feelings to truly burgeoned.
Because as long as his kids were ok with you two being an item, really, who cared about anything else ?
WELL !! Here we are. I hope you liked it. Thanks very much for reading, and see you soon with a new story :). Hoping this one wasn’t too bad...
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You had never seen Bruce so drunk, Clark, Oliver and him were taking back drinks like they were nothing at this charity gala. You watched as the group of men turned into slurring and stumbling hot messes. You, Lois and Felicity started calling it a night when Oliver and Bruce started debating on who has the bigger fortune. You and felicity grabbed your respective billionaires as they were debating on who has the better car.
“One word Oliver.” Bruce’s voice was strict and low as you all entered the empty parking lot “Batmobile.” Clark burst into a fit of laughter as he was telling Oliver he could never top that one.
“Okay, okay, time to get you to your room Bruce. Now get in the car before you blow your secret identity.” You scolded him as you opened the passenger door to the luxurious sports car. “In.” Your eyes narrowed giving a look that could scare anyone, and it did, Oliver was so scared he was making his way to sit in the passenger seat. “Not you.” You sighed putting up your hand to stop him. “Bruce, now.” Bruce said goodbye to Clark and Oliver and you said goodbye to the girls as you both went into the car. You looked over at your husband who had his head back in the passenger seat, he looked like he was going to fall asleep any second. “You look like you had fun Bruce.” You smiled at him, grabbing his hand in yours as you were driving back to the hotel the two of you were staying at.
“It’s Mr. Wayne.” He said coldly snatching his hand from you. You gave him a baffled look for a moment before looking back on the road. What the hell did he just say to you? You brushed it off deciding maybe he’s just drunk and didn’t mean it. He avoided eye contact with you the entire car ride, his arms were crossed as he leaned as far away from you as possible, almost as if you had the plague or something. You pulled up to the valet and you and Bruce hot out of the car. You went to go help your wobbly husband but he pulled his arm away from you and insisted he was fine. The two of you walked to your hotel suite but somehow only you made it to the bedroom. You sighed getting fed up with your husbands cold attitude so you decided to slip off your dress and put on the sexy red lingerie that hugged all your curves ever so beautifully. You had packed it especially for tonight, a night with the two of you together and free from parenting and vigilante duty. He couldn’t possibly be able to ignore you in this little number.
You walked out to the living area of the suite to find your husband on the couch. He turned to look at you and gave you a cold glare before getting up to walk away from you. You huffed angrily as you walked up to him, grabbing his shoulder and forcing him to turn around. “What the hell is up with you Bruce? What did I do to you?” Tears welled up in your eyes, what could it be? “Was it about the car earlier? You know I wasn’t actually upset-”
“No, no.” His voice cut through your panicked rambling, his eyes landing on you almost demanding his attention. His face was stiff and serious, his lips pressed in a firm line. “Listen, you are a very stunning woman. But I am married and there is not a woman alive I would choose over my wife." A giggle slipped past your lips as you realized how hammered Bruce was. He really didn’t realize you were his wife. Bruce gave you a stern look as you continued to giggle. “This isn’t a laughing matter. My wife is a fiery woman and if she knew you have been making advances on me all night, well it wouldn’t be pretty.” That made you laugh a little bit more. Once you finally composed yourself you smiled softly at him.
“I’m so sorry Mr. Wayne, you’re wife is a very lucky woman.” you walked back to the bedroom where you tucked yourself in. You needed to text Alfred and tell him how drunk Bruce is, he’ll get such a kick out of this. Just as you unlocked your phone Bruce walked back in the room. “Bruce? what are you doing in here?” You asked wondering why he followed you in the bedroom.
“Its very drafty out there.” He said pulling off the spare blanket and pillow of the bed throwing them on the floor. He kneeled down on the ground as he started to lay on the floor he looked at you with a warning glance. “I’m going to sleep down here so don’t try anything, okay?” He then placed his head on the pillow and pulled the blanket up over himself.
“Yes of course.” You snapped a picture of him to send to Alfred as proof but turned your attention back to Bruce when he started talking.
“You know my wife isn’t the lucky one.” he faced the other direction but his husky voice filled the whole room. “I’m the lucky one to have her.” Your heart fluttered as you heard those words, a smile stretched widely along your whole face. “She’s like my anchor if I didn’t have her I’d be lost. I’d do anything for her you know, I love that woman more than she will ever know.” His eyes closed and you could hear his quiet snores fill the room.
“Trust me Mr. Wayne she knows.” You tucked yourself in an erased the image before placing your phone down for the night falling soundly asleep thinking about how funny it will be in the morning when you tell him why he is sleeping on the floor.
You had heard from the rest of the young justice team that Dick had been a party animal in his college years, but you just hadn’t believed that Richard Responsibility Grayson could ever let loose or go wild. That was until you decided to throw Artemis a 21st birthday party at your apartment. Of course everyone was having fun and letting loose but Wally and Dick were really going at it like it was a competition, taking shots and chugging drinks left and right.
“Dick, maybe you should slow down.” Has come out of your mouth more times tonight than anything else that night. The party was coming to an end now and you couldn’t find Dick or Wally anywhere. So as people were leaving you decided to search for your boyfriend. You checked the bedroom, closets, the living room, kitchen, the balcony, then finally you made it to the bathroom, where you finally found both men passed out. Dick was hanging out of the bathtub with empty beer cans surrounding him and Wally was just passed out on the floor.
“Dick!.” You said shaking him awake. He looked at you and then his surroundings very confused.
“H-hey wait thi-is isn’t my bed.” He sat up making a ruckus with the cans waking up Wally in the process.
“No it isn’t.” You helped him get out of the tub since he was so wobbly. “Why don’t we get you in there okay?”
“Babe was Megan surprised?” He asked making you look at him like he had ten heads.
“Dick the party was for Artemis and it wasn’t even a surprise party.” You told him as he leaned on you barely able to walk, he stumbled as the two of you stepped out of the bathroom but you managed to catch him. “Oh god you are so white girl wasted, I miss Richard Responsible Grayson.”
“Hey! I-I am n-not white girl wasted-d.” He tried to tell you but his slurring only proved your point. “I-I’m totally fine, look I’ll go say happy birthday to Bruce r-right now.” He unwrapped himself from you stumbling along the walls until he reached a black lampshade that kinda looks like batman if your incredibly wasted. You watched amused as Dick wrapped his arm around it. “Geez Bruce you never-r take a br-reak do yo-u? Anywas man, h-happy thanksgiv-ing. I love ya ma-man.” He patted the lampshade knocking it over before stumbling back to you, falling into your arms as he tightly embraced you. “Babe this is th-the b-best Christmas ever. I lov-ve you so mu-ch.”
You truly had no idea what to even say to him right now, he was so out of it. He could barely walk and had no idea what was going on around him. You just smiled at him putting you arm around him and continued to the bedroom. “I love you too Dick.” You said as you opened the door. “Now why don’t you lay down while I clean up.” You said helping him lay down but fell down yourself when his hand pulled you down.
“Forget the m-mess Alfred will-l do it. C-come cuddle with m-me instead.” He said as he placed your hand into his hair and his head on your chest trapping your body under his weight.
“But Dick he isn’t your butler anymore.” You told him laughing a tiny bit, but stopping as you saw his eyes start to well up with tears.
“Oh man th-this is the wor-st-st Birthday ev-ver.” He said wiping his the tears that fell from his eyes. You kissed his forehead and wiped his tears away.
“Its okay honey. Why don’t we just cuddle okay?” You said trying to cheer him up. It sure worked because his smile grew and eyes lit up and he held you close to him. A chuckle from you broke the silence and Dick looked up at you curiously.
“What he asked, his tired eyes full of curiosity.
“Oh nothing, I just remembered we don't have any Tylenol.” You told him thinking about how badly he will need it tomorrow.
“Hey honey, sorry I’m late I wanted to surprise you with a cake from that little bakery around the corner but they were so busy so it took so long to get the cake frosted and I- What are you doing?” You walked into your shared apartment to see Jason sitting on the kitchen floor with a lit cigarette in his mouth and a cup of scotch in his hand. You sighed putting his birthday cake on the table and picking up the empty bottle off the floor next to him and putting it on the kitchen table as well. Jason still didn’t say anything or acknowledge your presence so you sat next to him taking his free hand in yours and leaning your head on his shoulder. “Jaybird, what are you doing?” You asked as you played with his hand.
“Drinking, smoking, drinking and smoking at the same time.” He replied dully, you could smell the alcohol on his breath from where you were sitting. You watched as he took another drag of his cigarette and then another sip of his scotch, not even wincing as it burned his throat. Your hand reached for his cup, gently taking it out of his hand. Then held it in front of his mouth cueing him to drop his cigarette into it which he did, putting it out.
“I think you’ve had enough to drink Jay, plus this is a smoke free apartment.” You said getting up and placing the glass down on the kitchen table and grabbing the beautifully frosted white cake you had just gotten with ‘Happy Birthday Jason’ written out perfectly across it. “Plus I really want you to see the cake I got you, it’s your favorite.”
“Is it a marbled cake with white buttercream frosting?” Jason asked you, still seated on the kitchen floor. You smiled as nodded as you sat down next to him holding cake next to him. “Ha, I remember on my 13th birthday Alfred woke me up and told me I was late for breakfast. When I got down to the kitchen Bruce was there with this cake for me, a white buttercream frosted marble cake. I didn’t know what to do, I was never use to getting cakes on my birthday, but Alfred lit a candle and Bruce told me to make a wish. I never wised on a candle in my life before then, I thought good things don’t happen to kids like me. But in that moment when Alfred and Bruce were watching me, with smiles on their faces I made a wish. I wished that I could have that forever.” His voice cracked and you could see the tears in his eyes. You placed the cake down next to him and wrapped your arms around his side.
You knew he was most definitely drunk at the moment and was finally letting his feelings flow freely, so you just held him and let him continue as your hand rubbed calming circles into his back. You knew his strained relationship with Bruce was tearing him up inside even though he would never admit it. “I’m sorry Jay. I know you must really miss Bruce, It’s okay to be upset.” Jason laughed making you look up at him .
“Upset? Why would I be upset? Sure we had our good times but he stopped caring about me the second I died. He replaced me, he let the joker go to Arkham for my death. He’s hated me since I got back. He didn’t even call to say happy birthday.” He slammed his fist down to what was meant to be the ground but was unfortunately the cake you had gotten him. A little pang of hurt hit your heart over the cake but it truly wasn’t about that, you were more focused on the hurting young man in front of you. You grabbed his arm comfortingly taking his fist out of the cake and using your free hand to make him look at you.
“He was like a father to you Jason. You have every right to be upset about how things are now, but don’ t say he didn’t care about you. He went on a downwards spiral when you died, your death destroyed him. He didn’t replace you when you died Tim found him. He broke every bone in the Jokers body and had to stop himself from killing him. And he doesn’t hate you Jay, he hates what you do. Jay I think Bruce somewhere under his male pride cares about you just like you care about him.” Jason listened as you talked to him, laughing at your last sentence.
“Yeah right.” He stood up stumbling a bit as he made his way to the sink. And washing the cake off his hand. “I’m sorry about the cake, I guess I have a way of ruining my birthdays.” He apologized as he was drying his hand. You gave him a small smile.
“It’s okay Jay, why don't you sit down and I’ll get you some water okay?” He nodded and took a seat at the table, you got him a glass of water and handed it to him. “Plus its not all ruined, at least we’re together.” You said as you took a seat in his lap wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a soft kiss, the taste of scotch still on his breath. “Happy birthday Jaybird.” Jason gave you a small smile as he wrapped his arm around you.
“Thank you doll.” Jason said leaning up to kiss you again but this time getting interrupted by someone knocking on the door. “Do we have to get it?” Jason said mere inches away from your lips. You giggled pecking his lips before easily slipping of his drunken grasp and making your way to the door. Upon opening the door you saw a man dressed in a uniform to a restaurant you couldn’t even name.
“Delivery for Jason Todd.” You looked at the white box and card in hand. You looked back at Jason who was at the kitchen table trying to drink the glass of water but completely missed his mouth, spilling it all over himself.
“I can take it.” You said deciding having Jason come get it in his state was probably not the best decision. You signed for it and took the box from the man saying thank you before shutting the door. “Jaybird someone sent you something.” You said placing the box in front of him, taking his half empty cup of water away from him before he spills it again.
Jason looked at you a little confused before opening the box revealing a gorgeous white frosted cake that read ‘Happy Birthday Jason’ across it in blue frosting. “When did you ordered another one?” Jason asked confused but you raised your hands up in defense
“Wasn’t me.” You walked up behind him peeking over his shoulder as he struggled to open the card. Once opened you read the card and smiled ‘Happy birthday Jason. Make a wish. -B.W.’ You looked over at Jason to see a tear slipping from his eye you couldn’t help but ask aloud in disbelief “Are you crying?” Jason immediately wiped his eyes
“What? No? I just have like dust or something in my eye.” He said denying his emotions, you giggled kissing the top of his head. Who knew getting Jason drunk would get him so in touch with his emotions.
“Of course not.” You grabbed a single candle from the drawer and stuck it in the cake, lighting it with a lighter you found in there as well and began singing happy birthday to him, your voice filling the empty apartment, his arm looping around your waist happily. Once you finished singing Jason blew out the candle. “What did you wish for?” You asked cutting him a slice of cake placing it in front of him.
“To have this forever.” He answered smiling at you, he then pulled you into his lap and kissed you. “Now where were we?”
“I love you” Tim told you for what felt like the millionth time tonight, as you two walked into the kitchen at mount justice, you two were jut getting back from a night out with the young justice team and a lot of them retired off to bed for the night. Except for you and Tim, he was completely trashed and you wanted to get him some coffee to try and sober him up.
“I love you too Tim.” You said kissing him, his soft lips taste like the cheap beer he’s been drinking all night. He smiled happily wrapping his arms around you and placed his head on yours as he kissed the top of your head.
“No (Y/N), like I love you, love you” He said not making much sense.
“Timmy what does that even mean?” You asked looking up at him, pulling away from the hug so you can see his face. Tim eyes were lost in a drunken haze but the softness in his face and the goofy smile he wore told you he was as happy as he could be. He lovingly pulled you closer to his chest again as he let out a small chuckled.
“Your so silly (Y/N). It means that I love you so so so much. Like more than anything I could think of.” Tim stumbled a little bit so you decided to have him take a seat in the empty room. You told him you loved him so so much again and then began making him a coffee. “I love the way you make my coffee too.” His voice caught your attention and you saw how sleepy he looked with his head rested on the counter and his eyes just resting shut as he smiled. “I love the way you laugh, and I love how you smile so wide when your excited. I love how I can always count on you to brighten up my day. I love how you laugh at my jokes even when they aren’t funny. I like love you love you. I can’t imagine my life without you. If I didn’t have you it would be like I’m missing a piece of me.” Your heart soared as you listened to him, happy tears glazed over your eyes as you smiled at him. You placed his coffee down in front of him and cupped his face in your hand. his tired eyes opened and he gave you a soft smile. You slowly brought your lips to his and gave him a soft kiss.
“Well then I love you love you too.” his smile grew as he gave you another peck before pulling away and taking a sip of his coffee. Just then you heard a snort from the corner of the room. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.
Damian came into frame right behind Tim. He patted his shoulder as he told him “Who knew that some cheap beer would turn Drake softer than a marshmallow.” Tim swatted his hand away and looked at you with big puppy dog eyes.
“I’m not a marshmallow! Right (Y/N)?” You looked at Tim as you realized Damian had a point, but you weren't going to tell him of course. Why would you? He would be so crushed in his current state.
“No baby, you’re not a marshmallow.” You promised him as you gave a warning look to Damian who huffed before walking away. “Come on Timmy let’s go to bed.” You said helping him up by supporting him with an arm around his side. He nodded and followed you, upon making it to your room he plopped down on the bed as his eyes felt heavy. You slid in next to him and placed your head on his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“Have I told you that I love you?” Tim’s raspy and tired voice broke the silence making you smile against his chest.
“I think you mentioned it once or twice.”
“You didn’t!” You yelled at Jason hitting his arm.
“He totally did!” Tim said laughing leaving Dick who just walked in very confused.
“Oh god, who did what? What’s broken? Does Bruce know? Should I leave now before it gets blamed on me?” Dick said panicking, looking around for anything out of place at the manor.
“Relax Dickie boy, Bruce is out of town with the league.” Jason said walking over to Dick and putting his arm around him. “I just decided to pull a little prank on our baby brother that's all.” he said nonchalantly.
“You got my boyfriend shitfaced! That's not a very nice prank Jason! Especially not on date night.” You said scolding him.
“What Damian is drunk?” Dick said as he started looking around the manor for him. “Where is he? Is he okay? Jason your so dead for this.”
“He’s fine I gave him a deck of cards he’s in the kitchen building a fort with them.” Tim said making Dick change directions to the kitchen.
“Okay someone tell me how this happened.” Dick said standing outside the door to the kitchen.
“Okay so I had some Coke and Captain Morgan and you know how the demon spawn is, rude, demeaning, hateful, the literal devil at times. Anyways he was going on about how drinking soda is probably the reason all my brain cells are gone and how he will never drink soda-”
“Well that's not the reason all your brain cells are gone but go on.” Dick interrupted him not wanting to miss the opportunity to tease his younger brother.
“Anyways, I told him that the reason he doesn’t drink soda is because he is such a baby and can’t handle the taste of it. So he told me he wasn’t a baby and downed my drink, and of course he made a face because of the Captain Morgan so I told him I was right and then he demanded more to prove to me I was wrong. Long story short he’s had about six Cokes with Captain Morgan in them. Oh and for the record, I didn’t know it was your date night.” Jason said matter of fact and then opened the door to the kitchen to reveal your boyfriend standing on the kitchen table with a huge house of cards next to him and six empty boxes of cards on the floor.
“Holy shit.” Tim said catching Damian’s attention. Damian’s once concentrated face was warm and happy as he spotted you.
“Beloved!” He stepped down off the table and ran over to you, picking you up in a hug and kissing you on the cheek. “Oh date night! I almost forgot! Let me just finish this house of cards, I just need to find the last card and then we can go.” He said looking around for the card that you couldn't help but notice was stuck on his forehead. You couldn’t really wrap your head around what was happening. Damian was clearly drunk, running around and showing affection so openly, a literal ace of diamonds stuck to his forehead, but he somehow managed to build the Eiffel Tower in cards.
“Uh I think I found it Dami.” You said pulling it off his head and handing it to him, making the smile on his face grow like a child on Christmas.
“Thank you my love.” He said kissing you. “Tim do you want to help me put it up?” He asked his older brother who was clearly shocked that he called him by his first name and wanted to include him in something. Tim reluctantly nodded helping his younger brother. You looked back at Dick and Jason who were also shocked by what the saw.
“Oh no I don't like this I want the devil back.” Jason said and Dick was so speechless he just nodded, until his eyes got bright when an idea came to his head. Tim and Damian got down from the table and began walking back over to you but Damian came to a halt when Dick ran over and hugged him. Everyone’s jaw dropped upon seeing Damian actually hug him back.
“Okay this is too freaky.” You said walking up to them and pulling them apart. “Come on Dami, lets get you to bed and I’ll put on some movies while I make you a coffee.” You said dragging him behind you as he looked at you lovingly.
“Anything you want beloved.” He followed you all the way up to his room, and hopped into his bed waiting for you to put the movie on. After you put on something for him you were on your way out of the room until Damian stooped you. “Beloved wait.” You turned back to him and sat next to him on the bed.
“Yes Dami?” You asked. Damian grabbed your hand in his and began fiddling with your fingers.
“Well it was nothing important but I just wanted to tell you I love you and you look beautiful tonight and I’m very sorry I forgot about date night.” His eyes were full of a mix of emotions but you just smiled and kissed him gently, reassuring him that it was okay.
“It’s okay Dami, don’t worry about it, I’ll be back up in a minute okay? Then we can watch the movie together and cuddle for a bit okay?” You said tucking him in under the blanket. You got up to go back down to the kitchen but halted again when you heard Damian.
“Oh and Beloved?” he asked you looked at him with a questioning look “Would you mind taking a picture of my card tower? You know how Jason is, he doesn’t have enough brain cells in his head to not knock it over.” You let out a giggle at his comment before nodding.
- You’re finally in college! a breath of fresh air from high school.
- If only this college thing wasn’t so damn expensive.
- Economy textbook, 200$? no fucking way.
- Being the resourceful woman you are, you decided to skip buying that one. it seems hilarious to you that an economy textbook, costs two fucking hundred dollars.
- So you do what any other broke college kid does, go to the library and find the copy of that damned book since you needed it for an assignment.
- You ask the librarian where could you find it and since she wasn’t very helpful, you look everywhere for it in the gigantic library. Once you do find it, it’s in the hands of another guy.
- no no no no, he is not taking it.
- ‘um is that the economy text book?’ you ask tapping his shoulder and he smiles brightly.
- ‘yeah, i have been looking everywhere for it’ he replies and you huff.
- ‘funny, me too. is there another copy?.’
- ‘nope, this is the only one. And i think it can’t leave the library’
- ‘are u kidding me?’
- ‘you didn’t buy this expensive textbook either, i assume.’
- you nod and huff.
- ‘that’s it i’m failing that class’
- you turn around and he calls out at you.
- ‘um we could share if you want?’
- so you do that, and at first is like very awkward to share the book with that handsome stranger but he soon makes small talk to you.
- ‘i’m dick grayson’
- of-fucking-course he had to be dick grayson.
- yep the dick grayson the girls in your English class wouldn’t stop babbling about.
- the dick grayson, proclaimed the nicest freshman of your college. The guy knew everybody, and had the best ass (overheard that from the girls that were babbling about him)
- ‘i’m y/n’
- ‘weird, i had never seen you around before’
- and how could you possibly explain to him that you rarely get out of your dorm room.
- you shrug it off and continue your work.
- and it goes on for a couple of months, you grown fond of him, though you rarely see him outside of the library. and when you do, he feverishly waves at you and shouts ‘hey y/n!.’ always making you flustered since everyone glances at you.
- he finds that cute.
- and you find it cute whenever he does that.
- ‘i truly don’t understand none of this economy nonesense’ you say one night at the library, he chuckles.
- ‘does anybody?.’
- you develop a crush on him.
- he developes a crush on you.
- both of you are too oblivious to this.
- until one night, when you are finishing up another assignment you catch him staring at your lips.
- you think fuck it and kiss him.
- he kisses back happily.
- aaaand it turns into a make out session.
- the librarian kicks you two out and you two laugh all the way out of the library.
- ‘i never thought i would get kicked out of the library’
- ‘i did, 1# kink is making out in a library’ he blurts out and you laugh harder.
- and you soon become the most hated girl in your college because you were dating the dick grayson.
- and he often likes to show you off.
- ‘my girl is the smartest’
- ‘and the cutest’
- ‘though she doesn’t understand economy at all’
- after you find out that dick grayson is the adopted son of billionaire bruce wayne:
- ‘yOUR DAD IS A BILLIONAIRE AND YOU COULDN’T BUY A 200$ ECONOMY TEXTBOOK?’ ‘HELL YOU COULD OF BOUGHT ME A TEXTBOOK AS WELL!’
- ‘if i had bought it i wouldn’t have met you. so be grateful i was way too lazy to ask bruce for 200$ dollars’
“You...have kids ? AND A WIFE ?!” - Batmom x Bruce Wayne x Justice League (haha)
Synopsis : No one in the Justice League would’ve ever guessed that the stoic Batman had kids nor that he was...married ?!
Just a lighthearted shorter fic (I know, must be surprising, haven’t posted one of those in ages hahaha) because I need it. Slowly getting back into a regular writing funk. And ya know I’m here to write the League interact with Batmom and co haha. Hope you’ll like it :
That’s the picture Barry had in his head when thinking of him...
It had been a few months now, since this “Justice League” had become an actual thing. And Flash was still not sure if it was reality or just a fever dream.
Of course, before they truly decided to gather all together to protect this Earth, Barry knew about his “colleagues”. Duh. Who, in America, never heard about the mighty Superman ? The Goddess of Truth Wonder Woman ? The fearless, and fear inducing Batman ?
And here he was, amongst those legends. Was it making him a legend too, to have been selected to be one of the founder of this “little” team ?
Barry just couldn’t admit that. What he could admit, though, was that it felt very nice to be part of something like this initiative !
It also felt nice that he wasn’t alone anymore. He had the support of people who were like him. “Different”, and with a purpose to make the world a better and safer place !
Well, up until now Barry was mainly focusing on Central City, but hey, some of his colleagues only had one city too !
And now, they took it further, leveled up in the protective business, and became, Barry would like to say, kind of like a family !
Ok, maybe not just yet, but at least they were all good friends.
Well, “all”. Not quite.
There was one who still refused to partake in their gaming nights for example, or in any discussions that weren’t work related. There was one whom Barry never saw smile, not even a little twitch at the corner of his mouth ! One who, it seemed, had no intention to bond with his new partners.
Yes. Batman kept himself guarded from everyone else, which was odd to Barry because he heard that the bat sort of was the one who had the idea for this little world saving team.
Flash just couldn’t figure out what was the deal with that man ! And Batman wasn’t letting him come close at all. Not reacting to his jokes or anything. While they were hilarious ! The only time Batman seemed to care about what Barry had to say, was when he was starting to speak forensics.
There was one person though, who seemed closer to the bat than all the others. Well, actually make that two. Two persons.
Superman, and Wonder Woman.
Almost as if they knew who Batman really was. Maybe they did ? After all, they’re really the one that started this little hero club.
And so one day, Flash, sitting in the common room of their brand new space headquarters, was staring at Batman (who was making himself a cup of coffee) and without giving much context, he turned to Clark and Diana (who were...arm wrestling ?) and asked :
"Have you ever seen him, ya know, smile ?"
Superman turned his head toward Barry, and this two second loss of focus allowed Diana to throw him down.
Quite literally. For a split moment, unfocused because Flash addressed him and his Ma’ always told him that ignoring people was impolite, Clark released a little pressure in his arm, and of course Diana took advantage of this to strategically put all her force in, and slam the mighty Superman down.
Barry gave a worried look towards Batman. The last thing he wanted, was for him to come over and see what the ruckus was about. But, still at the coffee station, he just looked at both meta humans, frowned, shook his head, and left the room, visibly grumbling something under his breath.
With a sigh of relief, Barry turned back towards them, and as Clark was getting back up, giving an annoyed (and slightly vexed) look at Diana, who was showing him her most beautiful smug expression, he asked again :
“I was wondering, have you ever seen him smile ?”
Massaging his wrist, still a little sour about his defeat, Clark asked, a little absentmindedly :
Flash, looking around, lowered his voice and said :
“You know...his name rhymes with cancan ?”
There was a short pause, before Diana says :
“...A lot of our names rhyme with Cancan.”
“But only one of you never smiles !”
“Oooooh, you’re talking about Batman ?”
Flash shook his head positively, looking around nervously one more time to make sure said Batman wasn’t there. Diana smiled widely (not a rare occurence in her case) and turned to look at Clark knowingly. And Superman laughed heartily, of his clear and a little childish laugh, and said :
“No. No I don’t think I ever did...Wait, actually, there was that one time when-"
"Wonder Woman. Superman. Flash. Hello."
The big bad Bat himself was right next to them, and Barry couldn’t help but wonder how the hell did he arrive so fast ?!
Bruce was looking straight at Clark, staring intently at him, and why was he ? It made the man of steel uncomfortable, especially when- Oh. Oh but of course. That one time Clark saw Batman smile was when...
After a short awkward silence, Clark spoke up again :
“No. No I never saw what, um, what you asked me I saw. Diana ?”
Batman nodded, which mortified Barry as he realized that he knew what they were talking about, and left once again. And from this day on, The Flash couldn’t help but wonder...What was it, that made the Batman smile ?
Because given the “trinity”’s reaction, it was clear both meta-humans saw him do that once...His curiosity intensely piqued, Barry kept this info about Clark and Diana knowing in the corner of his mind.
Of course, no one would expect such a thing from the Batman. Who, in their right mind, could guess that the stoic, always so serious and harsh hero had a...
Even now, faced with the fact this was reality, Barry couldn’t quite believe his eyes ! It was just so surreal ! And he had a costume, too !!
Out of nowhere, the man he had tried to make laugh or smile for years came out of the zeta tube with a little boy, who couldn’t be more than nine years old, and acted as if nothing happened !!
Understandingly so, everyone but Superman and Wonder Woman, stopped what they were doing and stared at them.
Green Lantern is the one that said what everyone was thinking but didn’t dare to ask :
“What the...Who’s that, Batman ?!”
The sudden exclamation didn’t seem to phase Bruce much, but the little boy stiffened and sort of hid behind Batman’s cape, looking shyly at everyone from behind it. They were all staring at them. It was a little scary.
Bruce turned to Hal, and calmly and matter of factly said :
“My son. D-Robin.”
Which made everyone but Clark and Diana unable to stop their : “WHAT ?!”. And to little Dick, it was quite something to witness all his favorite heroes freak out like that, and looking in total shock.
That’s when Bruce, clearly annoyed, and a little mad as he noticed his usual extroverted boy looking unsure and shy, and hiding behind him (and no one made his kiddo feel like that without repercussions !), said :
“Get a grip, everyone. You’re making him think you’re all completely nuts. It’s embarrassing, I brought him up here because he was excited to meet all of you, and now you’re acting like mad men.”
The big bad bat then squatted down to put himself at the boy’s level and asked, his voice taking a complete different tone, one that Barry never heard him have.
“Are you ok, buddy ?"
No one was quite sure what was the most shocking. That Batman had a kid, or that he just took the softest voice ever to talk to said kid, and showed an entirely different persona ?
The young boy nodded, and Bruce turned back towards everyone, putting a reassuring hand on his son’s shoulder.
“Please, handle yourself better in his presence. You’re intimidating him.”
Barry had a thought about how odd it was, that this kid was intimidated by him and his friends, while apparently totally ok with Batman. Because in his eyes, Batman was the most intimidating guy he ever met ! Yet that boy seemed to cling to his cape for dear life, as everyone kept staring at him.
The worry in the boy’s look, and the “mama goose” stance Batman suddenly took, made Barry snap out of it first and, smiling, he said :
“Well, welcome to the Justice League of America’s headquarters, Robin ! Want a tour of it ?”
And this warm feeling that irradiated from Flash seemed to unlock something in the boy, and, smiling widely, he shook his head yes enthusiastically and slowly walked out of his father’s shadow.
That’s when the zeta tube emitted the sound it does when someone comes through, and someone nobody saw before came from it. She was wearing an unknown costume, and her sudden appearance and the fact she was a stranger made everyone take a fighting stance ! Everyone, but Batman and his son.
“Hey mom ! Flash is gonna show me around ! It’s Flash !! The real one !”
Wait...”mom” ? Did that...mean...SOMEONE ACTUALLY MARRIED THE BATMAN ?!
It was quit a shock, the day everyone discovered that Bruce had a family.
Granted, it was all fairly recent as he only met you a few years back, and Dick had been adopted only a little bit more than a year ago (he only recently started to call you mom, after certain events happening (you can read about it in this story : clickclickclick), and wasn’t quite yet calling Bruce “dad” but it was just a matter of time, really. In Bruce’s eyes, the boy was most definitely his son, now).
But what was the most shocking of all, was how whenever you or the boy would be around, it felt like they were discovering another Batman !
Whenever Dick said something smart, he would praise him. Whenever his look would cross yours, his expression would become incredibly soft (”lovesick puppy” was not words Barry thought he’d ever associate with “Batman”). It wasn’t particularly a noticeable difference for the untrained eyes, but it was most definitely there.
His “soft” expressions were all very fleeting. But someone like Flash ? He definitely saw them.
The Batman was still this serious, stoic and unwavering man, but as soon as they all discovered he had a family, he became a little more human.
His “legend” wasn’t broken by the fact he could feel emotions, on the contrary. Flash, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Green ARrow, Black Canary...Everyone. They just realized what Superman and Wonder Woman discovered a while ago now.
There was two Batman.
The working one, the superhero, the unforgiving one, who was strategic and pragmatic.
And the family man.
And as he observed those two Batmen, Barry realized more and more that they weren’t actually two different persons like it could seem to certain people. They were just different facets of the same man. Two sides of the same coin.
Of course, Flash should’ve known. Just like in his day time work, just like in forensics and such...Things weren’t always that simple. People, weren’t that simple. Real people weren’t “one dimensional”.
His theory was confirmed one day when you said that Batman could most definitely be a total jerk towards you or your son (or Alfred), in his “dark moments”. And that you fully accepted it, because you did not love him conditionally.
Because you understood him, and that in your opinion, nobody was perfect. Hell, you admitted, with a little laugh, that you could be very obnoxious at times...And if he could forgive your bitchy moments, then you could most definitely forgive his dark ones.
Especially when you knew why he was like that.
Sometimes, Barry felt jealous, that Batman found such an understanding and loving wife. But then he just had to take one look at how said Batman was looking at you, and he realized that both of you were lucky.
It turned out that Dick wasn’t a shy kid at all. He just got a little overwhelmed at first, to be stared at by Earth’s mightiest hero. But as soon as he relaxed himself and finally opened up, he was a rather talkative little dude.
Full of energy. And all of a sudden, Barry truly understood why Batman could look so fondly at his boy, or at you.
The kid clearly was a little ray of sunshine. Although, if we believed you and Bruce, he could sometimes throw terrible fits of anger and...Well, once again, people were more complicated that they can first appear to be. It’s not because you have mostly a joyful nature, that you’re always that way. And Barry could see this whenever Dick would partake in missions.
The boy was serious too, and resembled his father a lot in those moments.
However, he was still mostly very extroverted and curious while at the League’s headquarter, and Barry could see how the arrival of such a burst of light in Batman’s life could brighten him indeed.
It was difficult, to look at you and Dick and not smile.
Barry wondered, if neither you nor Dick came into his life, how Batman would be now. Probably still cold and seeming unemotional. Maybe even worst than what they experienced so far ?
There actually wasn’t a doubt in Barry’s mind, that you and your son’s presence in the Big Bad Bat’s life radically changed him.
Flash could see there was something wrong with Bruce when he came up the League’s headquarter that day.
He was much grumpier than usual. And when Barry joked :
“Gee, where’s your boy, I think you need to cheer up.”
Batman gave him the most murderous look he ever saw, stood up, and quietly left the room, leaving behind him a very cold and scary atmosphere.
You got up from the zeta tube barely two minutes later, looking both distressed and annoyed, and ask Flash where Bruce was.
Still sort of in shock, Barry gave a timid gesture towards where the Bat went, and watched as you went there in a hurry.
Later on, Barry would learn that Bruce and his son got in a fight, which resulted in his beloved boy leaving to join the Teen Titans, and ah, all of a sudden, everything made sense to The Flash.
Jason’s first introduction to the League was quite different from his older brother’s. The Leaguers were less surprised, and therefor more welcoming immediately.
Jason was a shy kid, who would often whisper things in his dad’s ear before doing it.
Like for example, the boy didn’t dare, at first, asking Flash how fast he could truly run. So he went to Bruce, and asked him, murmuring in his ear and hiding his mouth. Which made Batman, THE Batman, stand up from the computer on which he worked on, and walk with his son towards Barry.
“Go ahead, ask him, don’t worry, I’m here.”
He said, pushing Jason a little forward. And the boy was playing with his hands nervously, before he dared to ask :
And the fond smile Batman had as he stood there, behind his son, silently encouraging him, made Barry feel like he was understanding him more and more. Smiling, The Flash answered :
“Well, what’s sure is that I’m not going as fast as you asked this question !”
Which made little Jay widely smile and chuckle. Just like Bruce discovered, Jason could be a little “wild” yet “reserved” at first, but it only took a little push for him to become an overly enthusiastic little boy, eager to please and to learn.
It was obvious Jason had a tough childhood, which make him afraid to bother people and be in their way. Which sometimes made him want to be fiercely independent. It was obvious that Jason didn’t have an easy life up until now...
And that he was embracing fully this new chance at being happy and having a family. He’d follow Bruce like he was his shadow. He’d cling to you often. He’d talk about his older brother Dick regularly.
Little Jason was home with you all, and it was a heartfelt thing to witness for each members of the League.
It was yet another proof that Batman most definitely had a heart.
Years passed, and nothing much changed.
Batman was still good old himself, with that softer change when you or his sons were around (fortunately, things with the first Robin, or “Nightwing” now, as he called himself, greatly improved, and although Dick stayed with the Teens Titans still, him and Bruce were speaking again. Of course they were).
He was still that man who had difficulties to say “thank you” (yet he improved on that front), who was strategic and pragmatic, but now, the members of the League knew better than to judge him just for that.
His children came from times to times to the League’s headquarter, mainly to hang out with their dad, as it was extremely rare they’d take part in League’s mission (Batman was surprisingly protective of his children).
You’d come up too, a little more often, actively participating in monitoring the universe. And you and the Leaguers became fast friends (he’d never admit it, but the Bat surely wasn’t always happy about that).
And whenever you or/and your kids were present, Batman most definitely seemed to be in a better mood.
And things seemed to go normally, albeit for, you know, the moments they had to save the World and sometimes almost died during so !
But yes. Everything as more or less normal up until...
For months, the League didn’t see much of neither you nor Bruce.
When Bruce came back up, the news he lost youngest his son was known by all of them, but of course, they knew better than to mention it.
Barry knew he wouldn’t smile again in a long time, if he could ever even smile again.
You and Dick were still there. But you lost a son too. Dick lost his little brother. And if the only people that could always turn Batman’s frown upside down were sad and hurt too, how could he get out of that dark pit ?
It didn’t feel right, to not see your nor Dick ever smiling either.
It felt, when Jason died, that this nice and warm new family Bruce build for himself, that his new chance at being happy, sort of crumbled.
Yes. You, him and Dick were still here and alive. Were still supporting each others. But there was nothing worst than to lose a child. A brother.
Once again, it became clear to Barry that the Batman moods truly became tied to his family. And it didn’t surprise Flash when the man threw himself, mind and body, into his vigilante activities even more...
For a long time, they did not see you, nor Bruce.
And when Bruce finally came back to League’s affair, it didn’t seem like you’d ever come up again...Or like he would smile ever again.
And then one day, a while after Jason’s disappearance, Batman came up accompanied once more.
It was neither you nor Dick, but someone they never saw before.
A little boy, who claimed to be “Robin”. One more that the Batman adopted.
And once again, Barry could see a slow shift in Bruce’s mood.
Ever since Jason died, it felt like something irreparable broke in the man. It felt like he was regretting ever coming close to people again, putting you, his children, in danger.
As if he thought he was cursed to lose everything he loved...
Ever since Jason died, things have been very difficult, in your family. You and Bruce had each others, but the pain was often too grand to handle and it was difficult to mourn your lost son...
Bruce felt it was his fault, you felt it was your fault, neither of you blamed the other...It was a vicious circle. In those years, you almost broke up because of how everything was tough.
But in the end, your love got only stronger, and you realized that without the other, you could’ve never come back from this dark times.
The arrival of a new kid most definitely helped, too.
The first that came out of this sad funk that surrounded everything was Dick. Nightwing. Barry noticed, he went back to be a little more cheerful again, and didn’t fully turn like Batman was.
It was thanks to Tim. Thanks to being a big brother again, and having to set an example. Something he didn’t quite do in the beginning, with Jason, as he felt jealous at times...One of his greatest regret. He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
The first time Tim came up the tower, he ran into it and started to ramble about everything, asking questions faster than anyone could answer, and touching everything on his way !
“Wooooow look at that it’s the best telescope I’ve ever seen !! Hey Green Lantern is it true my dad beat you multiple time and that without your ring you’re nothing ? It’s what he said...OH HEY ! Uncle Superman, how are you today ? WOOOOOW you guys have cookies here ?! -bites into a cookie- Mm, not as good as Alfred’s...AH WHAT’S THAT ?! Hey hey, Black Canary, how high can your voice get ? Oh wow what is that, what does it do ? OH HI AUNT DIANA !! Can you breathe in space ? If I went in space without a spacesuit I would freeze and all my blood vessels would explose. Sounds like a painful death right ? Woooow daaaad look at that !!”
And that was it. Right there. The first smile Flash saw the Batman have in a very long time, as the man looked at his son running everywhere and be excited about everything.
It was very easy to understand that this new Robin, little Tim, was an extremely smart child. Curious of everything in a way his brothers weren’t, as he needed detailed explanations about stuffs, not just a simple answer.
It appeared as he was understanding even complicated notions, and would even give his opinion in the matters !
Later on, Flash would learn that at first, Bruce refused to take Tim as the new Robin. Because he still had parents (albeit shitty ones), because he didn’t want another Jason to happen, because...Because he couldn’t have his broken once more.
But the boy was persistant. And he crawled his way in in Dick’s heart first. Then yours. And finally Bruce’s, who just couldn’t resist. Especially when the boy lost his biological parents too...
When Tim was on the Space Station, you’d be most often there too. It seemed like ever since you lost Jason, you became even more protective of your sons. Like you had difficulties letting them out of your sight.
Tim didn’t seem to mind. His parents never cared enough about him...So it felt nice, to be loved in that way.
Quickly, this new little Robin brought back a certain balance to his new family. Of course, no one would ever forget Jason. That’s one of the reason why there was a glass case filled with his costume throning in the midle of the Batcave.
Jason was unforgettable. The love you all had for him, even now that he was gone, would never die. But the mourning was finally reaching its last step.
And in big part, it was because of that young and smart new Robin, whom the League immediately loved. And were quite thankful for.
After all, they were Batman’s friends. His pain and struggles, over the years, reached them too. They could understand the pain of losing a loved one. Martian Manhunter, who lost his family, for example, truly was empathetic.
And slowly, without realizing, all of them sort of got used to dark, cold and harsh Batman being soft around his family ! It didn’t feel right, that he would only be dark, cold and harsh...
That day, that first day Tim got up the Headquarter and got overly excited about everything. That day Batman was again seen with a small smile on his face. A smile he couldn’t hush or hide...
It felt right again.
Cassandra emerged from the zeta tube, getting a piggy back ride from her older brother Dick, a calm day at the League’s headquarter.
She wasn’t very talkative, but she had an aura that was both impressive and sweet. Just like Jason, Barry could see that this young child went through a lot...But it didn’t seem to dim her light.
It didn’t take a genius to know she went through years of abuse. That her life most definitely hadn't been easy. Maybe even worst than young Jason’s...
Later, Barry would indeed discover the reason why she didn’t speak much, and would be heartbroken for her...Except.
Except he slowly witnessed her evolution.
How having a family, a loving and caring and protective one, made her bloom.
From that first time she came through the zeta tube, on the back of her brother, who then proceeded to give her a piggy back ride all across the Headquarter, to now...
Flash slowly witnessed her change.
She was quiet at first, but interested in everything. She would listen to whatever ramblings her brothers would tell her, or to her father explaining things.
She was probably the one that they sheltered all the most, even you, who were usually a rather chill mother. It felt like you all tried to catch up for the lost years where all she felt was pain, mental and physical, and fear.
She once said to Barry, and it was the first time he heard her spoke, so he got a little excited and exclaimed :
“Yes I am !”
Before going on on rambles about things, of which Cass’ reply was pointing at him, laughing, and saying :
When her father came to tell her it was time to leave, Cass pointed at Flash again and repeated “funny”, which made Bruce...Laugh ?!
Sure, Barry saw him smile and he thought that once, he heard him chuckle at a joke you made (but he wasn’t certain), but to hear him full on laugh like so ?
Once more, Flash was faced with the fact that Batman really was a man. Whose family would uncover the best part of him. The kind and warm part. Barry would only wish though, that this confirmation in his feelings wouldn’t be at his depend.
Because clearly, Batman was mocking him, right now. But at the same time, the Big Bad Bat turned to him, smiled at him, and...winked ?
That day, Barry felt that Bruce truly was warming up to him. That maybe, just maybe, he was letting more than just his family in.
And when he ruffled his daughter’s hair, and confirmed Flash was one of the only funny one, it took Barry a while to come back from it.
Cass made incredible progress in her speech, helped by her family. She loved to come up the tower and often asked anyone who was up there too to tell her stories of their missions.
She loved stories.
She’d listen and give them detailed feedbacks about their way of telling stories, and every single time, it’d warm everyone’s heart. But the heart her presence warmed the most was definitely the Batman’s.
One day, a man wearing a red helmet and a leather jacket came up with Batman. He walked in, looked around as people were sort of staring at him, wondering if Batman had adopted yet another kid (who was grown ass man..), and he said :
“Wow, didn’t change one bit. Lame.”
When he took his helmet off, he still had a mask under, and...
Clark is the first one that recognized him. And as Barry turned around, looking curiously at this person he thought to be a stranger, he realized...It was most definitely little Jason Todd ! Except, he wasn’t so little anymore.
Actually, he was taller than his older brother, Dick.
Barry recognized that slightly mischievous spark Jason always had in his eyes, as if he knew something you didn’t (Jason was the one most similar to you, always quick to have a sassy come back and make clever jokes).
“I’m back bitches.”
The shift in Jason’s personality was quite an obvious one, but somehow, Barry knew it was all for show. That deep down, the man was still that little boy full of enthusiasm and curiosity that worshipped his father and mother.
In fact, Barry quickly understood that Jason’s reason for this so called shift in his personality, was how much he loved his parents, how much he trusted them, and how Bruce not killing the Joker felt like a betrayal. How much it hurt him.
Yet. Yet “Red Hood” was back in his family now.
Barry couldn’t help but think about how incredibly strong that boy (man) was. Able to overcome such pain and feeling of betrayal, to forgive his father. To try and understand his point of view, and why he did what he did.
The Flash was certain that you were for something in this new recovery Jason went through, but also the Bat himself...It was clear Bruce had lived years feeling guilty and regretful. And now he had another chance, and he wouldn’t let it go.
His persistance in showing what Jason meant is what brought him back. The love you gave him, is what brought him back.
Jason was finally home again.
When Damian first came up the Justice League’s watchtower, he seemed unimpressed and like he did not care about whatever was happening.
But Barry hung out with Batman long enough to now “feel” when someone was protecting themselves behind a shield of arrogance.
And that little boy ? That little boy clearly took this trait after his father. And Barry wasn’t fooled anymore, by this icy sort of exterior.
Behind Damian’s eyes, he could see curiosity, and wanting to ask many questions, but not asking in fear of appearing too childish. Behind Damian’s eyes, eyes that clearly already saw too much for their age, Flash could still see the kid he wanted to be.
Barry’s first impression of Damian was right. As confirmed when you emerged from the zeta tube, and the boy rushed to you to give you a hug, and then excitedly tell you everything he saw on the Space Station.
When Damian took your hand and made you run along with him because he wanted to show you something, which triggered this small and fleeting smile Batman would have whenever his family would be around, Barry knew.
He knew that there was more to Damian than that pesky arrogant child who acted like nothing touched him personally. And he was right.
Damian had an odd and painful childhood, raised by people who warped his vision of the World. But with yours and Bruce’s love, with the protection and love his siblings gave him, he “healed”. There was, often, a glimpse at the child he was supposed to be.
And just like with his father, this “glimpse” would only be triggered by him being with his family.
Barry’s suspicions where confirmed the day Superman brought his son, Jon, up with him. Here was another proof Damian was, in the end, just a kid.
He first took a smug look because he came up there first, but then excitedly showed his friend around, and the two boys went off and had typical kids’ conversations.
Like wether the mega-computer could play video games, or who was the strongest in the League (at first they didn’t agree, both saying it was their fathers...until they settled on “Aunt Diana” being the best).
Damian could still, sometimes, be a little arrogant and such (just like his father), but there was a clear shift when he was surrounded by his loving family.
Barry might’ve never realize how you were truly the corner stone of the family up until tragedy took you away from them (in this quite old story : clickclickclick).
Batman quitted the League, and your children were lost.
It’s only when you disappeared, that he could truly have a grasp of the importance you had in this family. Without you, things could be drastically different for sure. And your loss was felt by everyone.
The League’s members were your friends.
Diana, Clark, Hal, Barry himself, J’onn, Dinah, Oliver...
They all felt the loss.
You had also became a vital member of the League.
And when you were gone.....
Barry felt his heart regain color, when he heard about what your sons’ went through to get you back. And when you came up to the Headquarters, a warm welcome is what greeted you.
Batman didn’t even try to hide his smile, or, for the first time since everyone discovered he was married, didn’t shy away from PDA.
Flash does not think that there was one moment when Bruce didn’t at least hold your hand. And when at least one of your children would cling to you. No matter how old.
Yes. It became truly apparent that day, that you were the center of it all. The sun around which they all gravitated. But without them, you also had no purpose but to burn out all alone. You were all linked, forever.
There was no you without them, and them without you.
It was clear Duke wasn’t quite used yet to all the craziness that came with becoming a vigilante.
When he arrived at the League’s headquarters, he was rather shy and reserved, and Barry saw his “what the fuck ?” face often as Damian and Cass showed him around headquarters.
Both Damian and Cassandra were born in a specific environment which made it easy for them to assimilate how everything was absolutely nuts. It was the same with Dick, Tim and Jason. From a very early age they were thrown into that world !
But Duke ? Sure, he was used to all the shenanigans that happened in Gotham. But he had a pretty normal childhood. So things could often appear completely crazy or him ! He really tried though, to slowly get used to it.
It was actually quite adorable, to see both Cass and Damian explaining things carefully to a Duke who was trying to assimilate everything. Their bond was obviously strong, it didn’t take a genius to realize that.
Bruce had brought Duke up for a particular reason, which was : getting to know other meta-humans and talk to people who went through the same things he did.
His talks with Superman and Flash himself seemed to help the boy a lot, to grasp and understand his feelings. It wasn’t easy, to suddenly discover you were different. To suddenly have to control abilities you never had before.
From afar, you and Bruce kept a close eye on what was happening, making sure Duke was alright and comfortable. And clearly, the boy was actually having a really good time here, finally able to talk with people who truly understood the struggle and loneliness that could come with being a meta human.
It seemed to Barry, that this newest member of “who manages to make Batman smiles without trying or realizing it” club was on the right track to become quite the hero.
Sometimes, Barry would notice that, when he wasn’t doing something “work” related, Batman’s face would suddenly soften and relax, and a small smirk would appear.
The big bad bat, in moments of calm, not working on the computer or anything, for example as he made himself a cup of coffee, would suddenly let go of that icy marble-carved expression, and give place for a brief expression full of fondness. Of course, it would always be very fleeting, but it was definitely there.
Barry liked to think that in those short moments, Bruce was thinking of his family. That he would catch a glimpse of the loving and sensitive man hid under the scary costume.
And Barry was right.
The big bad Bat that never smiles (unless with family).
That’s the picture Barry has now when he thinks of him.
As he was looking at the baby Batman was holding in his arms, and proudly showing the League members, Flash was reminisced of his first impression of the man, years and years ago.
Cold, harsh, arrogant, “need no help and doesn’t say thank you”. How Barry was almost sure that “The Batman” wasn’t actually a real man at all. He never showed emotions, never showed weakness or anything, was entirely focused on his work.
But the truth was, and it was clear at the expression of his face was one full of fondness and love as the baby cooed at him, that Bruce was actually like any other man.
It’s just that, in the League’s early days, he didn’t have another chance at having a family yet. In the League’s early days, he was wary of making strong connections, new friends and what not, afraid to lose them and feel the pain to continue on leaving without a loved one.
However, as the years’ went by, Flash saw the changes. Thanks to you, to his children. How he trusted his friends of the League’s more. To the point of bringing up his one month old son to present him to them.
When there was a time Bruce used to scold little Dick for using his real name at times, it was difficult to imagine what things would become.
Yes. Over the years, Barry realize he greatly misjudge the Batman.
He was not that cold, unfeeling and unemotional man. He was the opposite. It just took him taking a chance at being happy again to show it. It just took a loving family once more, for him to smile.
Of course, when they weren’t there, Batman still had that scary persona. But now. Now Barry new better. Because he saw the fondness and love on his face.
The softness that even the Bat himself, didn’t realize was painting his every feature.
Here we are, a new story haha. Sorry if it’s meh, I’m really slowly getting in a new writing rhythm, and writing about the Bats again. I hope you still liked it ! :) I honestly have no idea why I ended up going with writing mostly in sort-of Barry’s POV ! But I hope you liked that...Haha I posted it RIGHT in time, it’s 11:53 pm, I said I’d post it at the latest on Monday, pfffeew what a ride.
As usual, feedbacks and reblogs are extremely welcomed. Like, really beyond appreciated. Thanks in advance, and see you soon with a new story <3.
PS : In case you’re wondering, the baby mentioned at the end of the story is the one appearing in those fics : The Great Mall adventure, Master of Diaper, Shaky steps and bad teaching, Polichinelle, “Go away, you’re confusing my baby”, How do you make babies ?, What it means to be a big brother, Wild Child 2, “We want them back” and After Batmom’s death
Makes a point of being in bed with you when you wake up in the morning, even if it’s only for an hour, and especially if you didn’t fall asleep with him.
It’s no secret he shows you off at galas and in public, even if he decides to be ‘subtle’ about it. Everyone knows anyway. Even Arthur can sense when he’s showing you off, and Arthur’s powers aren’t even close to doing that.
Please teach this man how to use a microwave. He can do literally anything else, and master it without a problem, but microwaves are just not for him.
Spoils you rotten as if that’ll make up for the fact he’s gone with work and with Batman stuff. You take none of it, and just make him spend time with you. Which he thanks you for because he really misses you when he’s working.
Alfred and the kid's all love you even if some of them warm up slower than others *coughDamiancough* and it just proves to him how lucky he is to have gotten you.
Teaches you self-defense because he’s a detective and a past Robin so you could be a ‘target’. Plus you could get in trouble and need to defend yourself if he’s not around. And he like having an excuse to have you close via training.
Can’t cook for his l i f e. Like, don’t let him near the kitchen at all. Before you, he survived on 2-Minute Noodles, whatever was in the fridges at work, and things Alfred would bring him on occasion. He relies on you to feed him so please do it. You don’t even have to be the best cook either.
Gives the biggest, softest hugs e v e r. They’re all huge bear-hugs, full of gentle words and absolute warmth. Even before you were dating he’d give good hugs. Like, wow. Now I need one of his hugs.
Tells such good jokes, he always knows how to make you laugh, and exactly what kind of humor you need.
PDA is definitely a thing, and at the very least he has his fingers locked with yours. He’s just a little clingy, that’s all. And show-ey off-ey. Spent too much time around Bruce.
Everything in his house is his, and therefore is yours too. That includes food, books, and the bed, even his toothbrush, but God help you if you eat the leftover Chinese Take-Out without giving him the chance to get a mouthful in. Not even Alfred want’s to deal with that.
Teaches you how to ride a motorbike on your own, and as much as he loves seeing you ride on your own, he prefers it when you ride with him and hold onto him nice and tight. He lives for those moments tbh.
Is a heater. His body warmth is unparalleled in any dimension. Not too hot “But aren’t I always too hot?” and definitely not too cold. It’s the best for cold nights in Gotham.
Helpless Romantic. Gets you flowers, chocolates, takes you out for dinner because with Bruce’s money he can afford it, even dresses regularly in suits because he knows how much you love him in a suit.
Loves dancing with you, and for you. His best jam was along to Fall Out Boy’s cover of ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody’. He should’ve been a theater kid. It’s a waste, but you’re willing to soak it all in in behalf of everyone else. “Don'tcha wanna dance with me baby!“
Makes extra coffee for you in the mornings. If you drink it. And memorizes your favorite. Decaf? Got it. Soy milk? No problem. Black? He has it like that too. Three sugars? So sweet, but okay.
Has an infinite amount of movies for movie nights. You know he hacks into places to get them. But you don’t care. Free movies. And a chance to get him to not work for a couple hours. (He falls asleep in the first twenty minutes.)
Pulls the best one-liners, especially when he’s over-tired. He could have a snark-off with Sherlock Holmes or Tony Stark and win with the things he sports out, and you’re lucky enough to be around whenever he does.
Has an amazing memory, so every single date worth memorizing he has it covered. You need to worry more about you forgetting anniversaries rather than him.
Cried when he heard Avicii died. He didn’t get over it for weeks. The only reason he’s gotten back to listening to his songs is that he’s now connected them with you. Play ‘Addicted to You’ and he’ll look at you with the most lovey-dovey heart-eyes ever.
Actually an almost human when he’s around you, which makes his family want you around more, which makes him happy weird, huh?
Hates PDA, but makes a point to hold your hand whenever he feels you’d like it because “Boyfriends do that. They do things they might not like to make their partner happy.”
Gets all flustered whenever you give him a n y sort of kisses. Hand kisses? Full-face blush. Cheek? Won't stop smiling. Mouth? Can’t speak for the next ten minutes. It’s fantastic.
High-key will scare people away if they look at you in a way he doesn’t like. He doesn’t like the idea of someone taking you away, and being Robin and the son of a billionaire doesn’t help. All must R E S P E C T his love.
Gives you all sorts of pet names, but only calls you them in private because “No one will believe you.” The little twat.
A flash, a bang, words said too quickly to truly realize their meaning.
Dick was frustrated because he felt you didn’t understand him, his point of view. And you were trying to explain to him that it was not okay to...
You know what ?
You couldn’t even remember what he did. As if whatever it was, it was all wiped out of your memory when he pronounced those bone chilling words.
You only remembered you were “scolding” him, just like parents do when their child did something he wasn’t supposed to. You rarely told Dick off, even when he would burst into fits of anger.
You always told him : “When you came into my life, you changed everything. And I love all of you little bird. Not just when you’re joking around and smiling. But also when you get angry, and lash out. You are my son, I love all of you.”
And you meant it. Often, you or Bruce would take the brunt of his anger, without batting an eye. After all, that child went through a lot. It was totally normal for him to lash out at times.
He saw his parents died right in front of him. It wasn’t a trauma that would be solved that fast (Bruce was proof of it). “The magic of love” couldn't simply cure someone who was so deeply hurt. Although it helped, over time.
It would take time, and support, for Dick to heal. And you were here for it. Here for him.
But there were times, you had to say something.
Usually, it was when he was being too reckless.
Your son could be overzealous, and go too far. And you were so worried about his safety and wellbeing...Very rarely, you’d have to “scold” him.
And you couldn’t even remember what you were lecturing him about that evening (even if you had an idea it was about being a little more careful). All you remembered was...
“You’re not even my real mom ! You can’t tell me anything !”
And him turning away from you, crossing his arms and refusing to look your way. Which was good anyway, because you were an instant mess.
“Ok”, you managed to say, wondering how the hell you were able to get the words out. And then you left. Feeling the tears welling up in your eyes. And your heart slowly breaking.
Bruce found you two later, both clearly feeling down...
Dick stayed quiet the entire time they were on patrol, and Bruce instantly knew something was wrong. He wasn’t there during your fight, and he only arrived when you were already gone, surprised that you went to bed so early in the night, and didn’t stay with your son downstairs until it was time for patrol...
The man didn’t push the boy, waiting for him to open up if he wanted to. And as usual, Dick did finally speak up. In a weak voice, as they were surveying the city from a rooftop, he said :
“I told her she wasn’t my real mom...”
Bruce felt the urge to go back home and console you, knowing that you were certainly a mess, right now. But he had to take care of his boy, too.
And oh, oh Dick looked so crestfallen and sad as the meaning of his words slowly etched into his mind.
“I told her she wasn’t-she wasn’t-but she is I just-I-I don’t know why I said that-I...”
The little one was on the verge of tears, and Bruce understood why.
He probably understood more than anyone else.
He told Alfred “You’re not my dad !” more than once, and remembered how even the stoic butler looked, whenever he said it.
He remembered the hurt in his eyes, the resignation too. The “very well sir”, said in a neutral manner, but the stiff way he’d left the room.
It took Bruce a while, to finally realize that Alfred WAS his father. That he raised him, most definitely. And was always there for him during the hard times.
That he even helped and supported him, when he came back after disappearing for years, saying : “I’m going to dress up as a bat and wipe crimes from Gotham”. ...How many parents would be that understanding, eh ?
Alfred knew Bruce. And always tried to do his best for him. So whenever Bruce would yell at him that he “wasn’t his father”, it hurt.
Bruce knew it. He noticed how Alfred’s entire demeanor would change. He’d see a light go out in his eyes.
“Very well, sir.”, a small bow, and the stiffness of his body as he left...
And Bruce remembered.
The guilt and the pain he felt himself, as he regretted ever saying those words. As he knew they were going to hurt, which is why he said them in the first place.
It wasn’t that he wanted to hurt his adopted father, oh no. It was that sometimes he just...He just felt so angry ! Like everything was unfair ! And he missed his parents so much !
It was a force stronger than him, he wanted Alfred to leave him alone, and pushed him away...”You’re not my dad !”. So yes. Bruce understood little Dickie. He understood you, too. He knew how you must’ve felt, he saw it enough happening to Alfred.
Once you’d get home, he would take care of you. But right now, he had to care for his son.
Right here, on one of Gotham’s rooftop, the scary and mighty Batman slowly kneeled down, and took his boy in his arms, holding him tightly.
Dick didn’t need more to throw his arms around his father’s shoulders, and hold him strongly too, with all his nine years old strength, sobbing slowly.
Bruce drew soothing circles on his back, and whispered :
“It’s ok, it’s going to be ok. It’s ok. Calm down, things are going to be ok.”
Your husband lost count of the time passing. Were they there, holding each others while Dick was sobbing uncontrollably, for ten minutes, or for ten hours ? He didn’t know. And he didn’t budge.
His son needed him. Just like once, he needed Alfred...
Dick fell asleep in his arms, and that night, Bruce came home early.
Not like he was going to stay out anyway, knowing you were probably devastated, all alone in your room...
Dick fell into a deep sleep, and didn’t budge one bit even as Bruce came down the building, rode home, and put him into bed.
Bruce’s guess was that all the pent up feelings truly exhausted him. Also, he knew that crying could be tiring. And freeing, in a way.
Putting the boy’s blanket all the way up to his chin, Bruce laid a kiss on his forehead and then rushed to your shared bedroom...
You had cried too, but you were not asleep.
Your eyes were puffy and red, and your cheeks marked with your tears. You seemed surprised, when he came in, and looked at the clock.
It was only midnight ?
“Hello, my love.”
He sat down next to you, and from the way he ran his fingers through your hair, and caressed your cheek, wiping the salty tears from it...You knew he knew.
He knew how devastated you felt. How those simple words that would mean nothing for many, truly wounded you.
He knew how much you loved that boy, how as soon as your eyes laid on his little face that terrible night he lost his parents, you felt like he was going to be your son one day.
He knew how much you’d sacrifice for that kid’s happiness, how far you’d go to keep him safe...And so, how hurtful him telling you you weren’t his real mother must’ve felt.
There was no need for words.
He knew what to do. He laid next to you, and you just cuddled up to him, letting him wrap you up in his warm embrace.
He drew those same soothing circles on your back than he did on Dick’s. And whispered :
“He didn’t mean it. He truly didn’t. He loves you, you know. I love you too.”
You fell asleep to his words of love and reassurance, finally letting go after hours of not being able to sleep, reenacting the terrible scene in your head over and over again, making yourself feel worst each times.
You woke up around 4 am, with Bruce’s arms wrapped around you.
He was asleep and escaping his grasp (without Alfred’s help) took you a little bit..but you managed to leave without waking him up.
He did groan a little at the loss of your warmth, and grabbed your pillow to hold it against his chest. Which was extremely cute, and oh how glad you were to be the only one to see this side of him.
You went down to the kitchen and...
Dick was coming from the other door, opposite to the one you took.
The kitchen had three access. Two doors facing each others, and one on the third wall. The door you took was because you got a little lost and did a detour through the drawing room. Dick, however, came from the door you should’ve come from too, which was the one you accessed from the West Wing third corridors, which was directly under your bedroom, and Dick’s.
The boy probably stood up a little after you, and while you got lost in your own home (again), he took the normal way and...
Boom. Here you both were, arriving in the kitchen at the same time.
There was a small silence. Awkward. And...
Your heart tightened.
Dick was sort of cowering backward in fear. Fear of what ?
Oh. But of course.
“He didn’t mean it.”
Bruce whispered to you many times, before you fell asleep. And the way Dick looked at you, worry in his eyes...He was thinking you were mad at him. And the regret in his pupils was as obvious as that fact.
“Ice cream ?”
You ask him. His eyes widen a bit, and you can almost see the gears in his brain trying to piece everything together. You’re...not mad at him ?
Of course you’re not. You felt sad, and lost, and hurt, yes. But never did you feel any hint of anger. Of course not.
You take out his favorite flavor from the freezer, and settle a bowl in front of one of the high stool around the counter.
At that time, Dick was so tiny. A very short little bean. And he’d stay small for a long time, only having a sudden spurt when he was around fifteen.
He climbed onto the stool, and watched you as you gave him some ice cream and a spoon, and then sat down next to him to eat some as well.
The silent was slowly turning less awkward.
Slowly, and unsurely, Dick picked his spoon up and looked at you. And completely missed his mouth, the ice cream spreading on his cheek instead.
You turn around to look at him, ice cream on his cheek, and he’s clearly embarrassed, as a tint of color slowly rises on his face.
You don’t really know why, but something snaps in you and you start laughing. And laughing. And laughing.
Because honestly, the kid missing his mouth as he picked his spoon up full of ice cream, is kinda funny right ? And also, all the tension and stress you felt suddenly broke with this simple, silly thing.
Unsure at first, Dick just looked at you. But your laughter quickly spread to him, and soon enough, you both were bursting out in laughter.
Anyone not knowing what happened, would probably think you were both crazy, laughing that hard for no apparent reasons.
Instinctually, you ruffle his hair and Dick gasps. You really weren’t mad at him ?!
You realized what you did, and slowly, both your laughter subsided. There was a small silence as Dick stared at you, and you stared back, and then :
“I’m-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it !”
He says in a small voice, and he can’t add anything else as you just pick him up and hold him tight against your heart, and you say :
And it’s all he needs to realize you’re not really mad at him, and although he messed up and hurt you, right now, you were both on the path of recovery...
Next morning, Bruce woke up alone in bed, which greatly distressed him as usual (he often woke up first). But a gut feeling was telling him that...
He found you asleep with Dick in his bed, holding him tightly.
After that event, you sat down with him, so you could have a serious talk about the underlining issue this raised. Talk about something important.
“Little bird, you know I love you, right ?”
He nods, but still cannot speak quite yet, doesn’t have the energy to.
“I want you to understand something. Something vital. Are you listening ?”
He nods again, his eyes fixed on you. And he’s listening, oh he definitely is.
“It’s ok to be angry. It’s ok to lash out. It’s ok to not be alright. It’s ok to make mistakes.”
He nods, a little slower than before, and you can see his eyes slowly becoming wetter and wetter.
“It’s ok. It really is. I’m here. And I love you. Even when you don’t want me around. Even when you push me away. I’m here. And I always will be. Ok ?”
He nods one last time, unable to hold his tears, and then his little arms latch around you, and he refuses to let go for well over an hour...
Oh. Sweet, sweet boy.
Even now, at age twenty seven, Dick still often think about this day. And the regrets are as burning as they were back then.
He often thought about it.
Whenever you did something for him, went out of your way to make him happy, or were just there for him, always...
He’d have a flashback of this day, and feel nothing but regret and anger at his younger self.
And then you’d read him like an open book. Know exactly what he was thinking, and would slowly shake your head, and say : “I know I often said that, but I will say it till the day I die if I need to : when you came into my life, you changed everything. And I love all of you little bird. Not just when you’re joking around and smiling. But also when you get angry, and lash out. You are my son. I love all of you. Even when you’re a little bit of a jerk.” and you’d wink at him, making him chuckle and feel a surge of affection toward you.
Kind of like the ones you’d feel sometimes. A sudden urge to hug your family, to tell them what they mean to you. Both you and Dick understood since a long time that with the life you all lead, you never knew what could happen, and should never waste a “I love you” if you felt like saying it.
Well, the apple never fall far from the tree ?
Yes. Because you were his mom. And nothing would ever change his mind on that. Ever.
"Well Jason, you did it you idiot !”
He says to himself in the mirror, and oh he could’ve punch himself if it was possible. He took his desk chair, and threw it across his bedroom, letting out a scream of frustration.
He went to his desk, and threw everything that was on it on the floor. He then went to his book shelves and...
There. Your book. The one you wrote for him.
Jason fell to his knee, holding his head in his hands, crying softly.
Yes. Yes he did it...He ruined this one chance life gave him to have parents.
He hurt one of the person that meant the most to him, one of the person he loved the most...His mom. You.
Because you were his mom, no matter what he told you, in that moment of anger as you scolded him after he did something dangerous during one of his patrol.
He hadn’t been allowed to go out for long, by then. And Bruce had already scolded him before for the very same thing, so when you did it too, he had enough and...it happened before he could think about it.
He was angry, about the lack of trust and about the sermons, and his brain tried to hurt without even thinking about it. Triggered by years of living in the streets, where he had to think quick and act right away, and then suffer the consequences. If he wasn’t fast enough, it could be the end of him...
A gut reaction triggered by years of being all on his own, having to fend for himself. His brain went into overdrive, “hurt” is what it set into motion.
“You’re not my mom !”
And that was it...
As he saw your face fell, and his father’s face turn angry, he knew. He knew he messed up. He messed everything up, as usual !
Bruce called, but Jason wasn’t about to stop. He ran out of the cave, right to his bedroom. Oh, oh but if only he stayed a little longer. He’d realize that his father wasn’t angry, just hurt as well.
Hurt to see the woman he loved being hurt.
Not angry. Ah but being in pain could sometimes look like you are mad ? And Bruce hadn't been able to hide his frown as he heard Jason’s words...
“Let him be, Bruce.”
You say in a weak voice. You knew Jason, you knew sometimes he needed to cool down on his own. That he could be impulsive, but always came around.
Ah. But that time, he needed everything but to be alone.
Because, as he thought he ruined his one chance at having a real family, he thought...
“Better to leave before they throw me away !”
He knew he could never bear to face you and Bruce, as you’d certainly tell him you were “un-adopting” him. Jason saw it happened before. Someone thinking their adopted kid was “too much”, and sending them back.
It was awful, of course. But it happened. For real. And Jason knew that life could really suck...But her couldn’t bear to face you as you’d send him away.
Worst, what if you just send Alfred and that was it ?
No. Jason would leave before you could do that. He couldn’t bear it. He couldn’t.
Filling his backpack with some clothes, and snacks, he opened his window and slid down the gutter all the way to the ground, and then ran away into the night. Tears trailing down behind him, as he left behind the one place in which he ever felt safe, warm, and loved.
In the meantime, you and Bruce were unaware of that, and slowly falling asleep in each others’ arms... As usual, Bruce was there for you.
“Jason ? I thought I wouldn’t see you anymore after you got adopted by dem fancy fellas. Are you here to get some work ?”
“Really, why did you come then ?”
“I didn’t, I’m just passing by.”
“Nah, don’t believe it. Once a bad boy, always a bad boy !”
“TAKE IT BACK !”
As he ran away, Jason went back to a place he thought he never would need to. A few intricate alleys, in the Bowery, under the main city.
The Bowery, a filthy underground neighborhood, hell on Earth for many. Although things did improve when Batman started his work a few years back.
“Wow there tiger, relax.”
Jason came in this specific area for only one thing. Retrieve a few items he left behind, thinking he would never need it again because he was leaving behind this life.
He had a hideout, not far. In which he hid some materials to survive in the streets. He thought he probably had to go back to stealing cars’ tires...Although maybe he should change it. Thinking of what happened last time he did this hurt his heart.
He knew that next time he’d get caught stealing tires, the person wouldn’t end up adopting him...Anyway, he didn’t want any other parents but you and Bruce.
And he messed that up so bad, by being so mean to you !
“Listen, it’s not because you got all fancy schmancy that you can talk to me like that. Remember who’s boss in this part of town.”
Batman did a lot of good to the city, but also, by getting rid of some big players in the “crime business”, he allowed small time thugs to climb up the ladders...It felt, at times, like there always was someone to replace whoever Bruce just put behind bars...
The man who was talking to Jason, used to be a small time criminal. Turned boss, when the Batman kept arresting all the people above him. Jason used to “work” for him, bringing him watches or jewelry that he’d exchange against cash.
Damn. He never thought he’d ever see him again... Oh and he definitely didn’t think this through.
As the new boss, who’s name was Johnny Clancy, told him that he’d forever be a “bad boy”, Jason saw red and...getting mad at a crime boss was a bad idea.
Before he could even think about an escape plan, Jason was surrounded by dangerous armed men.
“How dare you talk to me like that ? Mmm. The Waynes adopted you right ? Mmm. They’re loaded. Probably would pay a fortune to get you back uh ? And to think they’re gonna give me a lot of cash to get a little runaway brat back haha. Because that’s what you did right ? You ran away ? As you always did before mm ? You know, I observed you Jason Todd. I saw you run away from anyone getting close. I saw you.”
Jason’s heart didn’t need anyone to push and squiggle the knife he felt in around some more. He had just lost his family. Did he need more reminder that he always fucked up ?!
“They won’t give you any money, they don’t want me anymore...”
But Johnny didn’t believe him, of course. He told two of his thugs to grab the boy, but Jason, by instinct, dropped them to the floor with a few well placed kicks and punches.
And that was enough to unleash Johnny Clancy’s wrath.
See, he was a new boss. He had to assert dominance. And an eight years old kid making a fool of him and his gang ? That wouldn’t go.
So what if he had to off a child ? Anything to keep climbing up, and leave the Bowery’s slums.
“Have you seen Jason ?”
Bruce asks you, a few hours after your fight with him.
“What ? No, I thought he was with you ?”
“No, he skipped his training and I thought he might be with you, apologizing for what he said yesterday ? You know, sounds like something he would do.”
“I haven’t seen him since, you know. I thought he was avoiding me...”
“He would never.”
“He would never, my love. I know what he said hurt you, but I’m sure he’s regretting it right now. You should go see him, he’s probably sulking in his bedroom. I wouldn’t be surprised if you meet him up the stairs as he comes down to say sorry.”
Your husband comes to you, and takes your hands in his.
“You know him. He’s impulsive, and a little abrasive sometimes. But he’s a sweet child. And he regrets his bursts, you know it. Tonight was just tough, we both scolded him, he’s not used to it.”
“Of course I am, I’m-”
“I swear to God if you say “I’m Batman” I’m going to smack you.”
Bruce smiles softly at you, glad he managed to at least made the tension go away a little. He pecks your lips quickly, and watches you as you leave to go to your son’s bedroom.
He was about to go down the Batcave, when you came back, panicked :
“He’s gone ! Jason’s gone !”
Ah. Bruce knew that placing a tracker in his children’s molars was a good idea.
“HOW HARD IS IT TO CATCH A FUCKING KID ?!”
Jason runs as fast as he can, without looking back. He managed to break the line of thugs coming at him, and escape in-between to of them who didn’t pull their guns out quite yet.
They were shooting at him. With no hesitation.
Johnny was set on proving he was an unscrupulous boss. To earn everyone’s respect. So what if he had to shoot a kid ? It’d send everyone a message. He’d back off from nothing !
Jason turned in an alley and...Damn it ! He must’ve taken a wrong turn at some point, it had been a while, since he roamed the Bowery’s alleyways...
He was faced by a wall, stuck. And they quickly caught up to him.
“Wooouh, you’re fast kid. And you’re sneaky. Too bad you’re such a brat, I bet you could be a nice addition to our-”
Johnny Clancy never finished his sentence. In fact, he never could properly speak after that night. After getting his jaw broken into a thousand pieces by the Batman’s fist.
Bruce had come down from nowhere, with...you in his arms ?!
This was the first time Jason saw you wear the costume he saw a few times in the Batcave. He thought you wore it only to go to the JLA’s watchtower, to hide your identity. Not that you could actually...fight ?!
And wow, you definitely could hold your own ! You made a few disarming pass, taking the guns away from all the men before they could even react, and letting Bruce finish them off with well placed kicks and punches.
Oh and that night, the Batman unleashed his rage and unforgiveness full force. How dare they touch his son ?!
You didn’t have anything to envy from your husband either, however, as you worked through Johnny’s gang rather fast too.
That night, the both of you exterminated (figure of speech, of course, neither of you ever killed, that was the one big rule...but there were never a rule against breaking a few bones) Johnny Clancy’s gang, who dared to even think of hurting your precious son.
Jason, holding his backpack tight against him, couldn’t believe his eyes. You two came to save him ? But...why ?
He messed up. You’d surely not want him around anymore !
Once Bruce dropped the last man, you rushed to Jason and before he could utter a sound, took him in your arms.
“Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re safe baby, I’m so glad you’re...”
Your voice broke at the end, and you chocked, the emotions too strong and squeezing your throat.
Jason didn’t understand. And through his surprise, he managed to say :
“I thought-I thought you’d never want to see me again, and that you wouldn’t want to be my mom anymore.”
You hold him even tighter, as you feel Bruce get down on his knee and bring the both of you in his arms.
“Oh sweety, never. Never.”
You say, not letting go.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...”
Your son manage to choke out, before sobbing profusely and holding on to you and Bruce.
“I’m just glad you’re safe...it’s ok, it’s ok it’s already forgotten...”
And it was. As soon as you saw that Jason-That your SON, was missing, you forgot he ever told you “you’re not my mom”. You forgot and it truly didn’t matter anymore, as all you cared about was to find him, and make sure he was safe.
“Jason, oh my little Jason, I’m so glad you’re safe...”
Wether it is a conscious things or not, he returns your embrace fiercely, holding tightly as he looks up at you. It almost feels like he wants to make sure you really are there. And won’t go anywhere. Like everyone else did in his life.
Jason was tired of losing those close to him. Those he cared about. Sometimes, he’d push them away, by fear of getting attached again just for life to rip them away from him. So he held onto you, as you held him back.
Tightly against your heart.
This was the day Jason Todd realized something very important : He wasn’t alone anymore. He had parents who loved him, and he loved them back.
And they’d never let him go. Never.
Years later, this love he had for you and Bruce, turned out to be the very reason he became “Red Hood”.
From that day he told you : “you’re not my real mom !”, he felt like he belonged. Like finally, the people he loved loved him back. Like he was cherished. And then Bruce didn’t avenge him. He let Joker get away. And you let him do it. You, the people he trusted and loved most in the world, betrayed him...
He felt like he wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth Bruce breaking his one rule to avenge him. He wasn’t worth it...He didn’t matter enough.
Jason felt so angry. For years. He wanted to hurt you, to hurt Bruce. To show you what it felt like. What HE felt like.
But Jason has always been a strong one. You knew it. You told him enough times : “you’re a fighter, my Jason. You went through so much, and always came out of it. You lost a lot on the way my little one, but you never give up. You never give up...”
You never give up.
It’s what drove him to become the Red Hood. It’s what drove him over the edge. What gave him so much pain.
Rather, the feeling of not being loved. The thought all you and Bruce said to him, about how much you cared and loved him, was a lie.
Yes. The thought that you lied about loving him, is what broke him. What made him find every way possible to truly, truly hurt you two.
You never give up.
He was so angry. But he never could quite give up on his family...that’s why he didn’t stay with the Al’ghuls. That why they didn’t keep him.
He could never forget you and Bruce. Move on.
He could never.
Jason was a strong lad. Strong enough to see past his hate and need of revenge. His pain. His deep trauma.
It took a while. But the change came from him. He’s the one that gave you another chance. And it allowed him to realize...nothing was a lie.
And you got your son back.
Because you showed him. You showed him nothing was a lie.
When his dad never gave up on him even as he killed more and more people, and even as Jason saw him completely erase people who used to be close from him as soon as they killed once. When you refused to let him go. When Bruce kept going back, even as he knew Jason would fight him and try to hurt him. When you pleaded with him, even when you knew his answer would be the same...
Jason never gave up.
But you didn’t either.
“You’re not my mom”, are words he never meant. Not even once. Not even when he was the “old” Red Hood, the one that killed mercilessly any criminals, and that was trying to be exactly what Batman wasn’t.
“You’re not my mom”, even at his worst, at a time he suffered greatly, Jason never meant it. He never did.
And ultimately, it’s this filial love, and the love you and Bruce had for him, that brought him back out of the dark pit the Joker pushed him in...
Tim knew that his overly pragmatic mind sometimes could make him sound tactless. That he had trouble, sometimes, expressing himself properly.
He knew that what he said, although it could be the factual truth, could be perceived as not being very nice...
He knew, yet sometimes, he couldn’t help himself.
“But you’re not my mom.”
He told you that day, as you asked when was the “mother/child day” at school.
Tim’s school had a day each year, during which every mother would come and do different activities with their kids. You did it with Dick and Jason, and it was always great fun, and amazing bonding time.
By then, Tim had been with you and Bruce for over a year now. And he did, see you as his mom. However, he was a little too set, at the time, on rules and specifics. In the “mother/child day” rulebook, it “specifically” said that the actual child’s mother had to come, not the nanny or anyone else.
In Tim’s mind, although he did see you as his mom, he thought the school wouldn’t. For him, the way the rules were written, were clearly stating his birth mother had to come. And the official adoption papers were not processed yet. Those took quite a while.
He had been living with you for over a year. He called you and Bruce “mom and dad”. He truly considered you two his parents. But the official papers were not done quite yet. So to him, in the eye of the law (be it a silly school rule), you weren’t his mom quite yet.
So when he said : “but you’re not my mom”, that’s what he meant. Of course, you misunderstood...
How could you guess that Tim was thinking that only his “birth mother” could take him, because officially right now he didn’t have a mom, just “guardians”...
His mother was dead. Has been dead for a while, now. And even if she wasn’t, Tim knew she’d never come at this event...She wasn’t the caring type of mother. Not like you. Which is why it really bummed him out that those rules were so clearly stated like that !
What Tim misunderstood, is that this specific rule had been added to the rulebook because many family would send their nanny, or a big sister, instead of the mom. Because Tim was of course in Gotham’s Academy, full of rich families, in which the moms were very busy...
Which is why such a day existed. Some kids spend quality times with their mom only on this school day. Nowadays, everyone made an effort to come (the fact you appeared, the famed (Y/N) Wayne, a few years back, with Dick, and it made all the papers’ headlines, might’ve influenced others to participate too).
To tell the truth, Tim was very disappointed that you couldn’t go with him, and was considering asking the principle of the school to do an exception to the rule and allow you to go with him.
He was already fomenting a plan in his head to convince the headmaster to let you come as his mom, and as usual when he was planning things out, he completely disconnected from reality.
And therefor, didn’t see how your face “closed”, and your eyes turned sad. The boy was typing away on his computer, as if nothing had just happened, as if you didn’t feel your world crumble as he flat out told you you weren’t his mom...
Of course, it was all a misunderstanding. He meant it as “officially”. Not about his actual feelings.
For some reason, the way he said it so nonchalantly hurts you more than when Dick and Jason yelled at you that you “weren't their mom”. Because at least, in your eldests’ cases, you knew it was in the heat of the moment.
That it was because they felt frustrated and sad.
But Tim just told you : “But you’re not my mom.” matter of factly, and moved on. And it hurt.
It hurt so much, because that boy...You loved that boy, of course. And considered him your son for sure. Part of your heart, now. Part of your family. And he felt so far, right now...so far...
You left the room and he didn’t even notice.
Did he really not see you as his mom ? Was he just calling you “mom” to imitate his brothers ? ...You didn’t know, but it hurt.
It hurt so much.
You found Bruce in his office, doing some paperworks for Wayne Inc. When he saw your face, he immediately smiled, your presence lighting his whole world...But then he saw your expression, and he frowned.
“What happened ?”
“Mom ? MooOOooom ?”
Tim had been looking for you for the past hour, but wasn’t able to find you. You weren't in all your favorite places ! Did you leave the Manor without telling him ? It was unlike you.
Finally, he found you. You were in a room that was rarely used, but which was conveniently close to Bruce’s office, and had a couch.
Laying on top of your husband, you were fast asleep as Bruce was going through his paperworks, letting you holding onto his waist as he kept working.
When he saw the boy come in the room, he smiled at him. And it was hard, not to smile at Tim, seeing his own big wide smile.
Tim was missing a few teeth, that fell not long ago, and it was absolutely the cutest, when he smiled widely. He looked so happy, eyes sparkly and genuine smile. It felt wrong to Bruce, to think that this sweet boy didn’t see you as his mom...
Maybe it was all a misunderstanding ? Wouldn’t be the first time. Although, Bruce knew how sometimes Tim could be brutally honest, and say the facts in a matter of factly way that could be very harsh on the uninitiated.
Your son was holding a cardboard sheet almost as big as him, and looked very excited about something. He slowly approached you two, and said, whispering, yet the excitement was clear in his voice :
“Has she been asleep for long, dad ?!”
He called Bruce dad. Without an hesitation. And it felt so genuine. Like he was relishing in the word rolling off of his tongue. And it was often the case, with Tim. His parents, when they were still alive, never really noticed his presence...
And sometimes, it could be even worst to have parents who acted as if you didn’t exist, than caring parents who passed away. Bruce realized this.
“No, she just closed her eyes.”
Bruce answers, looking at you. And oh he couldn’t possibly know how soft his expressions as as he gazed at your sleeping face.
Tim was clearly disappointed. His shoulders fell down, and he looked on the floor, looking defeated.
“What is it, champ ?”
“Well, I wanted her to-Oh ! Mom !”
The rumbling of your husband’s chest as he spoke is what woke you up. Not the actual sound of their voices, just that low vibrations reverberating in his chest.
You opened one eye, then the second, and was greeted by your youngest son’s face being very close to you. As Tim saw you were waking up, he kneeled down next to the couch, settling his piece of cardboard next to him, and approached you very closely.
His smile and sweet expression filled your vision. And you felt even more hurt, as you saw him so happy to see you, to know he didn’t really think you were his mom.
It was clear he cared for you. And loved you, and being with you. But to him...You weren’t his mom. And that was so painful.
“I got a plan mom, I got a plan !”
A...Plan ? For what ? You don’t even have time to ask him, and, still a little hazy as you just woke up from a short nap (that you took after crying exhausted you), you raise a little from your husband.
You exchange a curious look with him, as you see Tim spring to his feet and get a hold of the piece of cardboard that is almost as tall and large as him.
He turns it around and...
Your heart drops.
It’s a lot of very detailed drawings, maps and words about...about...
“This is how we’re going to convince the headmaster of my school that you’re really my mom, even if officially you’re not yet !! I thought we could start with logic first, and then go down the path of pathos if he really doesn’t change his mind !”
What ? Your brain is trying really hard to comprehend what’s happening, although it is starting to put two and two together.
“The rules say that the mom HAS to be the one who comes, and the way they wrote it suggest that they wouldn’t accept someone who isn’t yet official. But I think we could convince that, in our heart, we’re already an official family, right ?!”
Tim looks at you, and then at his dad, a little worry in his eyes (what if for them, he wasn’t their son yet because the paperworks weren’t finished and officials quite yet ?!?!). Bruce cannot help but smile, and nods, feeling his heart melt (a rare occurrence).
And you. You have exactly the reaction he expected you’d have. You sit up, put the cardboard aside, and drag your son into a tight hug that makes him giggle and exclaim :
“Hahaha mom wait I can’t breaaaathe !! Mom !!”
But he hugs you back, knowing that this means yes, you do consider him your son already, paperworks or not, and you will probably follow his plan to convince the school to-
“Mom ? Why are you crying ? Mom ?”
You can’t explain it to him. You feel silly, but also so emotional and touched. You thought he didn’t think of you as his mom. But he did. Oh he did, and was actually worried about technicalities of rules and...So sweet. That boy is so sweet.
Carefully, Tim dries your tears, and look curiously at his dad, his eyes clearly asking : “Did I do something wrong ?”
You’re still unable to speak, as you hold onto him, and Bruce ruffles his son’s hair saying :
“She’s just too happy, champ. She’s just too happy.”
"You, not my mom !”
She screamed. You never heard Cass raised her voice before. And yet, here, she screamed at you. And then closed her bedroom door right on your nose.
And you felt it in your heart. That specific pain that you wished you’d never feel again. That kind of hurt you wished you’d never feel ever again.
It happened just liked it did with Dick and Jason. You were “lecturing” her about putting herself in needless danger, and she felt frustrated at the fact you “didn’t trust her”.
It wasn’t true of course. You did trust her. And you knew she could hold her own. Didn’t mean you wouldn’t worry, and scold her if she really scared you...
It was pure instinct. You couldn’t stop yourself from telling them off when you felt they went too far. You did it with Bruce too.
Once, he threw himself in the way of a bullet to save you, and once he recovered enough...Oh you were so mad at him.
It’s not that you wanted to take that bullet, of course. You knew it was also instinct that made him move to save you. But in truth, you would rather take a thousand bullet than lose any of them. Bruce, or your children.
And sometimes, it was hard for them to understand this. To get why you were so worried, when you accepted fully their night activities.
Why you monitored the batcomputer, if it was to scold them when they put themselves in danger ?
Ah but they didn’t understand that you only got “mad” when they put themselves in NEEDLESS danger. Pushing themselves too far that one night, being careless with something, ignoring their own safety to finish a task...
You couldn’t help but be afraid. And your fear turned into you scolding them. And sometimes, on each sides, things boiled and...
“You, not my mom !”
The meaning was clear. As Cass slammed her door right in your face, you knew not to push it further, not to tell her anything more.
Maybe you should’ve ? Should’ve open her door, and continue lecturing her so she’d understand her life was valuable ?
Cass put herself in danger more than any other member of your family, because she was raised as a weapon and thought of herself as an “expendable”. You weren’t mad at her for this, of course not (but oh, David Cain probably should never cross your path, it wasn’t pretty, when you were truly angry).
You were just worried. And unfortunately, being a parent was complicated and sometimes, your worry turned a little overbearing for your kids.
This was a mistake every normal caring parents made. Wanting what was best for their children, sometimes not realizing they’re going too far. And you ? Your family wasn’t normal.
Your children were vigilantes. Your worries were tuned up to the max.
Being a parent was hard. And sometimes, both you and your kids were frustrated. It happened. In any family.
It was resolved rather fast, most of the time. A little conversation, understanding and indulgence, and boom. Sorted.
However, there were times when things would go a little too far. Wether because one of you was tired, or didn’t feel well etc etc...
Tonight, was such a time.
“You, not my mom !”
Cass didn’t even register what she said. She was just mad and frustrated, and said the first thing that came into her mind. Her hand slammed the door shut before she could even think about it.
And here you were. In the corridor. In front of your daughter’s door.
Hurt. And feeling as devastated as you did when her brothers told you the same thing. You would think, after a few times of this happening, it’d be easier, right ? Well. No. It wasn’t. It really wasn’t.
As usual in those instances, you went to seek comfort in the arms of your husband.
Cassandra didn’t feel ok.
In fact, she felt absolutely terrible.
She couldn’t even remember the last time she felt that bad.
When she went to look for you and apologize for her behavior, she found you in her dad’s arms, crying, and it made her run away...
She couldn’t face you, knowing she truly hurt you like that.
The worst thing is, she knew she would hurt you by saying those words. Yet she still did it. It was as if she couldn’t control herself. It was like an ugly force took over her, and made her say those words.
But she knew. She knew she’s the one who ultimately decided to say them. She’s the one that pronounced them. Under the anger.
The ugly force.
She turned around in her bed, holding onto the plush toy you gave her shortly after her arrival. You said “every child should have one” and that this one made you think of her.
It was a fox with bright colors. And it still smelled like you.
She was about to fall asleep, when she heard a knock on her door.
“Can we come in ?”
It was her older brothers.
Dick, Jason and Tim.
It was rare, to have them all in the same place nowadays, what with how busy they all were. Dick with Bludhäven, Jason with the gods only knew what really (the gods, and you and Bruce...but sshhh, that’s a secret), and Tim with college applications.
So Cass immediately understood that they heard about the fight she had with their mom.
And she felt a rush of shame come over her. She felt sad too, because maybe they’d be mad at her ?
Cassandra didn’t think she could bear to break your heart, and have her precious brothers mad at her all in the same day.
She almost told them to leave. But she didn’t have the strength.
They surrounded her, and their presence was so...soothing.
And then they spoke. They each told her the story of the time they told their mom those few dreaded words.
“You’re not my real mom !”
They told her how awful they felt, and how they knew they hurt their mom. They told her that...well, they did have the best mom ever.
You never held any grudge. Ever. Especially not against your own family.
You never even mentioned again the fact they told you this awful thing, you never even mentioned once this, under any circumstances.
Her brothers stayed with her for hours, talking about their feelings on the matter. Telling her it happened. That everyone wasn’t always on their best behavior...
It was hard, for Cass, to not be “good”. She did so many awful things when her biological father raised her to be a weapon, she felt like she had to catch up so much on those years of “badness”.
She often felt like she was evil, and could never caught up to everything. Like she was doomed, and could never become good.
On that, Jason told her she was wrong. That everyone could change, and no one was born truly evil. Environment, and the way you’re raised, matter. And what she did...wasn’t her fault. She was forced to. If she really enjoyed doing this she’d never become a Batgirl. She would never be part of this family.
She often felt like she was a bad daughter.
On that, Dick told her she was wrong. He too, felt like a bad son, when he “replaced” his parents with you and Bruce. He too, felt like a bad son when he would get so mad while you would do anything to make him happy. He too, felt like a bad son...on so many occasions. But he grew. And thanks to you mainly, he realized he was just human. Mistakes are human. And it’s not being a bad son, to sometimes feel so hurt that you lash out. That your trauma are so strong, things sometimes are tough.
She often felt like she couldn’t fit in, and would never fit in.
On that, Tim told her she was wrong. Him too, felt too different. He already had parents, they were alive, he just wanted to help, he didn’t have any friends...But in this family. In this family, everyone fitted in. Because you made it so. Bruce made it saw. You both accepted any flaws, and differences your kids might have. You loved them unconditionally, they all knew that by now.
And Cass...Cass didn’t want to hurt you.
They knew that, too.
It was an accident. In the heat of the moment. She didn’t mean it. Of course, you are her mom. Of course...
It felt good, to have her brothers there for her, when you couldn’t be.
Later that night, after her brothers left, Cass slowly exits her room and take the known way to yours and Bruce’s.
You are both there, and she knows her dad stayed because you felt bad. He always stayed with you, when you were feeling down. And vice versa.
Cass always told herself that, later, if she ever found a significant other, she’d want her and them to have the same kind of relationships than you. You and Bruce set up a rather high standard for whoever would come into her life.
But that was another story. For now, she was opening the door slowly, scared of waking you up. But you were awake.
Bruce was asleep, deeply. As usual when he felt your warmth against him. But you were not. Cass could see you slowly and absentmindedly caress your husband’s hair. It was soothing to both of you. His silky smooth dark hair were soft in between your fingers, and helped you get your mind off of the pain and focus on the sensation, while for him...Well, it put him asleep, when you did that.
The door creaked a little, and you abruptly turned your head towards it, ready to fight and...You instantly recognize your daughter, even in the dark of the room.
She doesn’t need to talk. You manage to roll over Bruce, who then by instinct roll too, and therefor you create a little spot for your daughter to climb in bed with you.
You turn around in Bruce’s arms, and slowly wrap them around your middle, instead of your shoulders. You turn towards Cass, your back against Bruce’s chest, and tap the small spot you managed to create next to you.
Cass understands, and climbs in, facing you. She lays her head on her arms, as you do the same. And then she mouthes :
And that’s all you needed. You gesture for your daughter to cuddle up close, and she does. By instinct, Bruce lets go one arm off of you, and grabs his kid to bring her closer. He is still asleep, but it wouldn’t surprise anyone that his subconscious holds onto the two most important women in his life like so.
And there she is. Cass feels safe. And warm. And she hears your heart beat softly. And she knows it partly beats for her.
And partly for Bruce. And partly for Dick. And partly for Jason. And Tim. And Damian. And Duke. And Alfred.
It beats for your family.
For her family.
She has a family.
And you are her mom.
Her biological father never hugged her, never told her everything was going to be alright, never...
Cass never felt safe and warm.
Like she did, right now, held by both you and Bruce.
She whispers, as she slowly falls asleep. And you’re the only mom she ever wants to have. You are, her real mom. Always have been, always will be.
Damian didn’t really think this was a big deal, at first.
Just like his father, he often made the mistake to think that people around him will simply understand his true meaning.
When he told you : “You’re not even my real mom !”, he obviously didn’t mean it. He was angry because you told him he couldn’t go out on patrol for a few days, as he was grounded for skipping school and going to work on cases instead.
“But school is boring, I already know everything ??”
“It’s the principle of it, Damian. You can’t just do what you want whenever you want, this is not how it works. I don’t feel like we’re extremely strict parents, so when you betray our trusts like that, it has consequences.”
Bruce kept out of the argument, ready to jump in however if you needed him to affirm that yes, actions have consequences and although you two are pretty lax with your son on many fronts, he still has to listen. You and Bruce made clear rules when you first adopted Dick, because you realized your lifestyle was anything but normal, but it didn’t mean your children could just do anything they wanted.
Neither of you wanted them to turn into privileged little brats. Or to think they were above everything. And you were right, by skipping school so much, and lying about it, Damian did betray your trust.
Understanding actions had consequences was a big step that took a while, with Damian. Unfortunately, he grew up in an environment that indeed taught him he could do whatever he wanted, no matter if he hurt people on the way...
Unlearning all this, was tough. And you understood that. Which is why you let things go a lot, with him, and only slowly told him about things. Gradually teaching him about your values and principles.
However sometimes, like in this case, you needed to be firm and strict, because otherwise he’d just keep doing it knowing it had no bad consequences, and you didn’t want him to simply not go to school anymore...School was important for his social development, you realized it as he made friends and...
And simply, an eleven years old kid couldn’t just roam around all day as he saw fit. That’s it. And so here you were, trying to explain this to him. And that’s when he said it.
He scrunched up his nose like he always did when he was angry, and then, turning his head away from you, throwing his Robin boots at the back of the cave.
“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not even my real mom !”
And then he bolted out of the Batcave, leaving you behind, with a broken heart and feeling guilty...What if he hates you, because you were too harsh on him ?
Bruce, that night, did not go out on patrol either, and stayed with you. Of course, he did.
The fact he still listened to you and didn’t go out, made him thought you knew he was just angry and didn’t mean a word of it.
To him, it was so obvious he thought of you as his mom, and that he said this just because he wanted to have the last word, that he honestly didn’t think much of it.
Sure he was frustrated and angry, just like any kid was when their parents said : “no” to them. But he didn't mean it...
He didn’t really see you of the entire day. Finally, he decided to go see his father to ask him what was up.
“Is-is mom ok ?”
“Well, what do you think ?”
“She doesn’t seem ok.”
“Do you know why ?”
“Did you do something to upset her ?”
Normally, Bruce would feel vex at this statement. What, did he really do things to upset you that often ? Yes and now. Sometimes, he would get on your nerve, and vice versa. It happened, in relationships.
But it was never anything major. Not anymore at least. Because now, when he had his “dark days” and could be a total jerk, you knew how to handle him. You knew not to take his bullshit.
Yes. Normally, Bruce would pout like a child, at the fact his son thought that his mom was feeling down because of him. But not today. No.
Because he knew that what made you sad, was something important.
Unfortunately, Damian inherited from him his bad habit of thinking others will understand his meaning.
Like, when he tried to push you away at first so you wouldn't get involved in his crazy life, what he really wanted was for you to get closer...Or when he told you that he was fine at times, all he wanted was for you to hold him and take care of him etc etc...The first time he told you “I love you”, wasn’t with words, but by not going on patrol one night, to stay with you. And he thought you’d immediately understand that he truly loved you...Truth was, it wasn’t as obvious to you (or anyone really) than it was for him.
And Damian had the same problem. Doing things that he thought would obviously tell his meaning, his real feelings, when really...No one but him would get it.
Although you became quite good at deciphering your husband’s true intentions, you could still misinterpret things sometimes.
And yesterday night, when you grounded your son and tried to teach him a life lesson...You definitely didn’t see that he didn’t mean what he said and just wanted the last word. For you, he was seriously meaning it. And that’s why you were avoiding him a little, because it was too hard to...to...
Damian’s words truly hurt you. You often were scared he could never see you as his mom (even if he did call you mom now and clearly cared for you) because of how he grew up. You’d never give up on him, of course, but it didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt when he pushed you away or pretended to not care...
Damian thought it was obvious, that his actions actually reflected how much you meant to him. That without you, he’d be lost and honestly wouldn’t want to live in a world where you weren’t.
But it wasn’t obvious.
Bruce sighed, and then smiled :
“Since when is she acting odd ?”
“This morning. She didn’t kiss me goodbye when she went to work !”
It felt like such a serious issue to your boy, in that instant, that Bruce wished you were there to see his reaction. You’d instantly know he didn’t mean it, when he said you weren’t his mom...
But you couldn’t quite face him. You didn’t really avoid him or try to hurt him by not saying goodbye. Of course not, you were an adult, and you definitely knew that doing to others what was done to you is pointless, and mean. And why hurt someone the same way they hurt you ? You’re no better than them uh...
“Can you think of anything that might’ve upset her ?”
“I spilled my milk a little, but cleaned it after. I didn’t let Alfred do it like last time. I woke up a minute late, too. Jason hasn’t called in two days, but he was there yesterday afternoon. Dick said she messed up her pumpkin soup but he was just joking and she knows. Tim fell asleep at the breakfast table. You clinging to her this morning apparently made her late, I heard Alfred say it. Um...Cass um...Cass didn’t do anything bad really...None of those things sound like it would upset her though ! She really looked sad this morning, not like herself at all !”
Bruce couldn’t help but smile. It was pretty cute, how Damian often acted as if he didn’t care about anything, yet no details would ever go past him. Especially not when it came to his family. He always noticed, when one of them felt down in any way, and tried to help (in his own way).
Hell, he probably woke Tim up and told him to sleep more and take care of himself. Called Jason and told him to call his mom. Scolded Dick to not make this kind of jokes again.
This was just the Damian that was privy only to them. A sweet child, who unfortunately often had trouble expressing his true feelings.
Just like his father.
Damian would often brag about his siblings, and how awesome they were, to his friends (notably to Jon, who didn’t have any siblings). But he’d never tell them right in front of their face.
Bruce tried to help Damian see what was wrong, and said :
“What about last night ?”
“Ugh ? What about last n-OH !”
Damian replayed the events in his head, and remembered his anger and frustration. But most importantly...What he told his mom.
“I have to find mom ! Where is she ?!”
Damian looked absolutely panicked, which was quite unlike him. Bruce answered :
“She’s at work, she had a meeting with her editor. She should be back soon, though.”
And on that note, Damian ran out to do god knew what, as Bruce shook his head and...Well, he just knew things would turn out alright.
Alfred almost fainted, when he saw Damian tear off his beautiful flowers from his garden. He almost ran out, and had a very “get off my lawn !” moment...up until he realized that the boy was probably doing this for a reason.
Oh. Oh his poor lilies.
Hopefully, this really was for a good reason. A very good one. One so good, that it would stop him from strangling his grandkid, hopefully...
When you came home, Damian was waiting for you at the front door. He had a bunch of lilies in his hands (that you were pretty sure were from Alfred’s precious garden) and he looked absolutely frantic.
He ran to you, almost threw the flowers in your arms, and yelled :
“I’M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN IT !! YOU ARE MY REAL MOM ! I WAS JUST ANGRY ! I’M SORRY !!”
You were a little confused as to why he was yelling, but before you could continue he took a drawing out of his pocket and added :
“THIS IS A DRAWING OF YOU ! I MADE IT FOR YOU !! YOU ARE MY MOM ! YOU REALLY ARE ! PLEASE FORGIVE ME !! I’M SORRY !! DO NOT BE MAD AT ME !!”
Still confused as to why he was screaming, you bend down to look at him eye level, settled the flowers on the floor, and said :
“It’s ok Damian. It’s ok. We all get frustrated sometimes...I won’t lie and say it didn’t hurt, but it’s ok. It happens.”
Damian’s face showed great relief, and he leaped into your arms, yelling :
“I LOVE YOU !!”
You winced as he screamed in your ear, and said :
“Why are you yelling, little one ?”
Damian took a step back from you and said :
“BECAUSE I HAVE TROUBLE EXPRESSING MYSELF AND JASON TOLD ME THAT SAYING THINGS IN AN AGGRESSIVE WAY MIGHT HELP !! AND HE’S RIGHT !! I LOVE YOU !!”
Damian told you he loved you before, in certain moments. When he got really hurt, when you were really hurt, if he felt really sad...It was always a moment full of emotions. And it was still rather hard for him to say the words.
It didn’t really surprise you that Jason would have such a technique. Yelling his feelings. Yep. Sounds like him alright. And it did seem like it worked for his little brother too.
Only you and your close family would know, because you were the only ones to truly know him, but those two were more similar than others would think. And it wasn’t because they already killed before. Oh no. On the contrary.
“I love you too, my little one...”
You say, as he goes back for another hug, clearly relieved you’re not mad at him. From this day on, he swore to himself that he would really try to tell others’ what he truly felt, even if it meant yelling it at them. Because other wise...otherwise it’d create this sort of terrible situations, in which his mom thought he didn’t think of her as his mom !
He couldn’t have it, anymore. Many “I LOVE YOU !!” were heard in the Manor, from that point on.
“You know you can tell me anything, right ?”
Duke doesn’t know why this time, this made him snap.
Today was the anniversary of when his parents got “jokerize”, it had been two years already...And not one step closer to cure them ! He was so frustrated, sad, and lost. And you noticed.
Duke tend to try to keep things inside. Not that he didn’t want to bother anyone, more like he just thought he HAD to handle things himself. Like it would make him stronger, and therefor, he could protect those he cares about.
He could protect them, unlike when he could do nothing but watch as his parents fell into madness...He couldn’t bear the thought of this happening to you, Bruce, or any member of this family ! Not again.
He couldn’t bear it...
“You’re not even my mom ! Stop acting like you are !”
Are the words he heard himself scream at you as you asked him if everything was ok, and if he needed to talk. As you were caring, once again, and he just couldn’t...he couldn’t stand it ! Not today.
He immediately saw on your face the way you shut down, and took one step behind. The way your face “closed”, and as you said : “I understand.” and left the room, your body stiff and your face inexpressive (which was very unlike you), Duke felt it.
When those dreaded words were said by all your other kids, they were young. They were all under the age of ten, and the immediate consequences of their actions didn’t truly registered.
Duke was almost eighteen. And he knew. He knew he hurt you.
He felt the need to run after you and apologized, but there was something stopping him.
After all, it was true right, you weren’t his mom ! His mom was still alive, and she could be cured one day ! HE ALREADY HAVE A MOM !
So what if you always cooked him his favorite meal, or knew exactly what his favorite food was ? So what if you would go out of your way to grab his favorite burger from his favorite joints when you knew he felt down ?
So what, if you were always there when he was sad ? Cheering him up with comfort food, kind words, and just your presence ?
So what if you knew exactly what would make him feel better, which movie to put on to put a smile on his face ?
So what, if you spend entire night right by his bedside when he got really hurt, or when he was sick ?
So what if you’d listen to him at any time of the day or night, and always took time to give him your thoughts on the matter, and truly, truly listen to what he was saying instead of waiting for your turn to speak ?
So what if you’d make him laugh, smile, feel loved, even as he felt so alone and isolated, especially after he discovered his powers ?
So what if you never made him feel like he was different because of it ?
So what if you opened your house’s door without a second thought for this unknown teenager who was also a meta ?!
So what...so what...so what if you obviously cared a lot, and if you...if you...
He already had a mom. And she might get better one day.
He couldn’t have two moms.
What would happen when his parents would be cured ? Forget all his feelings for the Waynes ? So it’d be easier to pretend he wasn’t part of the family, right ?
It would be easier.
But it was too late.
It was too late...
He ran after you. Caught up with you in the corridor. Tears in his eyes, he said :
“I’m sorry, please don’t go...”
And fell into your arms. Almost eighteen years old, yes, but still needed the support of a mother. Of his mother.
And you were there. You’d always be there, no matter what happened in the future. And he needed you, especially in that moment of frustration, where he really missed his parents, and was starting to lose hope to ever find a cure...
And you were there.
Who ever made a rule that you could have only one mom anyway, right ?
They did tell him “you’re not my dad !” too. And for him, it was as terrible as for you. If not worst, on certain aspect. Especially since he had a hard times truly expressing his feelings more often than not.
He knows how devastating it can feel. He knows it even more, because not only did he feel it as they told him “you’re not my dad !”, but he also felt it as he told Alfred “you’re not my dad !”. He knew the feelings from both sides.
It enhanced everything.
Of course, in general, Bruce always felt things more than anyone else around him. He was born like that. Hypersensitive. That’s why he worked so much on hiding his true feelings, and appearing detached and cold.
It’s much easier, than to always being overemotional. Of course, it didn’t mean he felt nothing. On the contrary, he felt everything. He was just better, nowadays, at pretending he was okay. At pretending he didn’t care.
Ah. But you existed.
The only person that could always see through his bullshit, and know when he was lying and fake smiling.
Between the two of you, there has always been something. Even before you were together. It was an irrational and irresistible attraction.
An unbreakable bond. Always supporting each others.
You have no idea how you’d live without him. And he couldn’t even fathom a world without you. It’s a world he wouldn’t like very much...
Even during the worst times, and oh you went through a lot together, you knew at least...at least you’d have warm arms to fall asleep in. At least, you’d have each others.
Bruce had known pain so strong he sometimes wished death would just take him away. And then you came in. Ready to put up with his shit, and to not give up on him even when he gave you every reason to.
And oh, oh he gave you back everything times a thousand. You knew he’d never let you fall. Not alone.
Whenever something hurtful as your children telling you two you weren’t their real parents happened...It’s when you truly realized how vital you were to each others.
And here we are :). I hope you liked it ? Don’t hesitate to leave a little feedback and reblog if you want to ^^. I’m a little afraid I disappointed y’all for some reasons haha. I couldn’t explain. Self-confidence crisis hahaha. I finished writing that late, and exhausted after a hard week, maybe it plays into account ? Anyway, I really do hope you enjoyed your time reading this :). And thanks for reading, of course ^^.
Dick Grayson• Dick is favored by many because of his charm and to see someone else have your attention is a no no. He won’t become irrational or annoying but he’s going to make it known that he doesn’t like it. He’ll constantly disrupt the conversation or whatever engagement your having with the other person and talk about you and him. “ Oh really you went to Oklahoma? Well Y/n and I went to California for our 3rd anniversary soo yeah Oklahoma must’ve be fun… lol “
Jason Todd • Okay Jason is um more aggressive hehe. He’ll let the other person talk for a small while before he’ll bluntly stop the conversation. “ I think it’s been enough of this actually, Y/n will you accompany me to the car?” As he basically grabs your hand to walk out. You’ll yell at him but you know he means well. If the other person is upset ab it, boy, you’re gonna see the leather jacket come off and some sleeves rolling up. 90% of the time doesn’t result to this but fucking hell when it does
Tim Drake• Tim gets really quiet. Also passive aggressive. You’ll ask him what’s the matter later on and he’ll be like “ nothing…” . So you gotta pry him outta work and ask him to tell you what’s up. He’ll tell you, but still tell you that it wasn’t that big of a deal. Hugs and kisses will do it. Plus coffee. He’s a sweet bean and just needs some reassurance yano
Damian Wayne• Damian is a good mixture of all three of his brothers. It mostly depends on who you’re taking too or interacting with. If it’s some he hates, he’s gonna become Jason Todd. If it’s someone whose a naturally close friend to you, he’s gonna be a Tim Drake. Any regular ole person he’s Dick Grayson that day. One thing for sure is, he’s gonna do everything in his power to prove himself better than the other person. It’s in his nature to do so, so you love him all the same
“Have you hit your thick head on the roof of the batmobile again Bruce Wayne?” You yelled in utter disbelief looking at your husband who was calmly sitting on the bed with his hands held together resting in his lap. “How could you possibly even suggest we get a divorce?” Your broken voice asked, you were pacing around the room like you typically do when you get upset staring at your husband waiting for him to say anything but he was still silent. “Bruce!” You yell, urging him to say anything. “Bruce!” You shouted again this time pushing his shoulder trying to disturb his calm frame in hopes of getting a reaction out of him but still nothing. You knew Bruce could be cold and disconnected from the world and people but he was never like this towards you, he was always warm and loving towards you, until now. “I thought you loved me.” Your broken voice stated as the tears started making their way down your face, your shoulders shaking as the sobs started racking through your body.
Finally Bruce rose, his heart hurting at the sight of you crying. His arms wrapping around you comfortingly pulling you into his chest. “One hundred and two times in the last fifteen years you have been targeted by criminals for being Bruce Wayne’s wife.” Bruce said placing a hand behind your head playing with your hair knowing it would soothe you. “One hundred and two times you have been placed into danger because of me. You have been hurt sixty five of those times, you have been on the med bay table with serious injuries twenty eight times. I’ve watched you deprive yourself of sleep waiting for me to come home every night worried sick about the safety of myself and the children. I saw you completely shattered when Jason died.” He moved his hand from your hair and began to wipe away your tears, as your sobs began to die down. “This is the best thing for you.”
“Breaking up our family is the best thing for me? Losing the love of my life is the best thing for me? Bruce you can’t make this decision for me.” You said pulling away from his grasp. His tall frame towering over you, looking down at you with his lips pressed in a thin line. “Bruce I love you.” you told him taking his large hand into yours. “I want to be with you.” a single tear fell which Bruce quickly wiped away, cupping your face in his large hand. Your usually sparkling eyes were dull with sadness, your lips fell into an unnatural frown, your confident voice was now shaky and broken. Bruce was breaking your heart, and his own in the process. He closed the space between you two, kissing you gently. You felt your stomach turn into knots as the two of you kissed, this wasn’t a normal sweet kiss the two of you often shared, this was a kiss that felt as it would be your last one shared together.
“(Y/N), I love you.” Bruce said pulling away from the kiss, his hand still caressing your face, his thumb gently moving back and forth over your cheek bone. “The last fifteen years with you have been the best years of my life and I will cherish them forever. But I can’t allow you to keep being in danger because of me. I’m sorry, but my mind is made up and I’m getting the divorce.” He pulled his hand away from your face and took a step back from you.
“How could you say you love me Bruce?” You glared at him “I mean look at you? You’re ending a fifteen year marriage as calmly as you would cancel a business meeting. Was any of this even real to you or was it just to keep up your appearance as Bruce Wayne?” You went to push by him but he stopped you grabbing your arm.
“Of course this is real to me (Y/N). This is one of the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I’m going to miss waking up to you on my chest in the morning, I’m going to miss reading the notes you leave written on the steam in mirror after I get out of the shower. I’m going to miss you hugging me a little tighter than normal when I get back from a dangerous mission. I’m going to miss the way you try to sneak up on me when you think I’m not paying attention. I’m going to miss seeing you interact with the boys. I’m going to miss carrying you to bed every single night because you fall asleep in the cave waiting for me to get back from patrol. I’m going to miss you so fucking much (Y/N).” His face finally broke and his voice was finally passionate and you were able to tell his true feelings. His blue eyes were cloudy and tears threatened to spill over, his lips were parted as he tried to think of the right words to tell you. “But I’d rather miss you because your not here than miss you because your six feet under ground.” his voice was much quieter now, his hand went back to caress you cheek. “You can have the penthouse and any of the cars you want, I can give you as much money as you need. Anything you want I will give you.” You closed your eyes as a sad smile appeared on your face, you took hold of his hand on your cheek, taking it off and holding it in yours.
“All I wanted was you.” Your voice was hurt but you tried to keep yourself as composed as you could. You slid the large diamond ring off your finger and placed it in your hand. “I hope one day, before its too late, you stop blaming yourself for things that are not in your control.” His eyes were now cloudy and emotionless again as he stared down at you. You leaned forward bringing your lips to his kissing him one last time, your lips melting together and moving with one another in perfect harmony, making you never want to pull away. But you did and with sadness in your eyes you looked him in the eyes saying “Goodbye Bruce Wayne.” You released his hand and walked out of your once shared bedroom and into the hallways of the manor. You found your purse along with your keys downstairs, grabbing them as you headed to the door.
“Hey Ma, where are you going?” You looked to see you two oldest son looking at you, curiosity soon turned to concern when Jason and Dick saw how red and puffy your eyes were. “Ma what’s wrong?” Jason said getting closer to you, but you couldn’t find any words so you closed you eyes, defeated you leaned your back against the door behind you and let the tears flow out of your eyes. You quickly felt Jason’s arms wrap around you and Dick was right there next to him, wrapping a comforting arm around you, comfortingly rubbing your shoulder.
“Its okay mom, whatever it is, it’ll be okay.” Dick promised, trying to soothe you.
“I don’t think it will be this time Dick.” Your voice chocked on a sob as you remained in the embrace of your two oldest sons.
You were currently in yours and Dicks shared apartment packing all of your things, tearing up the bedroom in the process, your stomach was in knots, you wanted to get all of your things out of here before Dick gets home but once you heard the front door open you knew that idea was out the window. You couldn’t even stand to look at him, all you could think of was seeing him with her.
“(Y/N) I’m home, come on I made reservations for us tonight.” You heard Dick’s voice call out for you but all it did was repulse you. You remembered how you saw him grab her waist, as if he had pulled her to him like that dozens of times when you weren't around. Tears brimmed to your eyes as you recalled how he had kissed her ever so passionately. You’ve spent the last few hours wondering what else they have done together, how long this affair has been going on. But now that the time has come to ask him all these questions you couldn’t even bring yourself to be in the same room as him, so you stood up loudly slamming the door shut and locking it. Dick clearly heard the noise and went straight to the shared bedroom, giggling the handle to find the door locked, he sighed “(Y/N), come on I really don’t want to do this today. Whatever this is about I’m sorry, just please I don’t want to fight.”
“You don’t want to fight?” You bit back sarcastically, your sweet voice filled with venom. You threw more clothes into the suitcase on the bed, before closing it and zipping it shut. Beyond upset you tussled your hair with your hand while turning to the door and shouting “Then maybe you should of thought about that before you stuck your tongue down Kory’s throat.” You then picked up a picture you kept of you and Dick on the bedside table, throwing it at the door and letting it shatter into hundreds of tiny pieces. You heard Dick frantically giggle the door handle now as he banged on the door trying to get in.
“(Y/N) let me in please.” His voice was stressed and panicked now, you could imagine how he must have looked, jaw tight, eyebrows furrowed together, eyes full of guilt.
“Not a chance.” You bit back, continuing to pack the second suitcase you had. “Now go away, I never want to see you again Dick, we’re over.” You yelled, feeling angrier than you ever have, tears of hurt and betrayal running down your face.
“I’m not going anywhere (Y/N), I’ll wait outside this door for however long it takes for you to talk to me.” Dick said his hand stopped giggling the handle and you could only assume he was standing by the door. You huffed in annoyance,
“Fine, then get comfortable because I’m not leaving until your gone.” You told him as you sat on the bed stubbornly letting time pass.
Hours had already passed and it was pitch black out, neither you nor Dick had moved from your spots, you sat on the bed and Dick sat leaned on the door to your bedroom. Neither of you spoke as you both desperately waited for the other one to move. Annoyed you broke the silence, your voice much calmer than it was earlier “Dick, why are you doing this?”
You heard him shift along the door as he repositioned himself, his legs falling asleep from sitting there for so long. “Because I love you.” His voice said weakly, as if he had been crying. You scoffed in disbelief. “It’s true (Y/N), I fucked up, I admit it but God Damnit I love you.” You remained silent as your heart panged with hurt, tears coming back to your eyes.
“How long?” Your voice was shaky but you weren’t going to dance around the questions that have been in your mind all day. You stood off the bed, walking to the door placing your back against it to hear him better.
“How long have you and Kory been having this affair?” You asked again, this time being more specific. You could hear Dick sigh from the other side of the door, you could hear his head bump against the door in only what you could assume was defeat. Your chest tightened already knowing that whatever the answer is it will hurt you.
“Almost two weeks.” His voice was full of dread knowing his answer probably just put another knife through your already hurting heart. You closed your eyes and covering your mouth muffling any sobs coming out of your mouth as you slid down the door completely heartbroken. Dick heard your sudden movement on the other side and placed his head in his hands, listening to your muffled cries, he cursed himself for making you feel like this. He listened to your cries quietly for a while, not knowing what to say, he just sat there thinking about all his mistakes and if he could somehow fix this.
You sniffled softly wiping away your tears and calming yourself down. “Did you sleep with her?” Your hurt voice rang in Dicks ears, making him even angrier with himself.
Dick was silent for a moment before he spoke again, voice laced with guilt “Yes.” You felt as though you were just punched in the stomach as you listened to him confess to you the truth. You bit back tears promising yourself you weren’t going to cry anymore. You wanted to know the truth.
“Do you love her?” Your voice was stronger this time, demanding and serious.
“No!” Dick answered back quickly, his head shooting up out of his hands as he turned slightly towards the door in defense. “No. I don’t love her, I love you (Y/N). I only love you.” He was speaking truthfully, but you didn’t know if you could believe him or not. It was now your turn to place your head in your hands, you were overwhelmed with emotions and absolutely exhausted. The dim rays from the sunrise began spilling into the room.
You were exhausted both mentally and physically and your next question just weakly slipped out of your mouth. “How could you do this to me Dick?” That question had been rattling around in the both of your heads all night.
“I’m sorry (Y/N). I’m so sorry.” He said through the door feeling absolutely shredded apart on the inside. “(Y/N) I did a terrible, stupid, selfish thing and I hate myself for it. I wish I could take it back, but I can’t.” Dick brought his knees up to his chest as he spoke through his tears. “But I love you (Y/N). And I..I just can’t see us throwing something away that we know is so damn good.” he pleaded with you, his voice raspy and raw. “(Y/N), I promise I’ll do everything I can to make this right, I’ll never see her again, I’ll quit the Titans, just please tell me what to do and I’ll do it. (Y/N) I know I’m an idiot and I really fucked up, but...there's got to be a way we can work past this...I cant imagine my life without you.” Dick was disheveled on the other side of the door, his voice was strained from crying, his hair a mess, eyes red and tired, but he still refused to leave his spot clinging on to any hope he could fix this with you.
“You just don’t get it Dick!” You yelled back hurt. “You're a totally different person to me now.” You voice shook as tears streamed down your face yet again, you hugged your knees to your chest trying to find comfort in yourself. You placed your head on your knee and looked off to the side as you took a deep breath. “I..I use to think of you as someone who I could trust Dick... as someone who could never ever hurt me.” You let out a sob making Dicks heart clench in grief as he listened to you break down as you were overwhelmed with hurt again. After a few moments you managed to regain your composure, your tired voice broke the silence again “I can’t stop picturing you with her. It doesn’t matter what you say or do Dick. Everything is just changed now and we can’t fix it.”
"This... this can’t be it.” Dick said in disbelief. “Please honey, please just open the door. Let me talk to you. Let me fix this.” He begged standing up now, placing his hand on the door handle and his forehead against the door.
“There is no fixing this, you can’t fix this Dick. You can’t just walk through the door and make this better.” You stood to not, but with your back against the door as silent tears cascaded down your face. “This is it Dick, I’m leaving and I don't want to see you when I leave.” You told him, trying your best to keep your voice as steady as you could, but Dick was still able to hear the pain in your voice.
“I..I’m gonna miss you (Y/N).” His voice was shaky but he tried his best to keep himself composed. “But I can’t keep you here.” Dick said sadly, knowing he was going to have to face the consequences of his actions. “Goodbye (Y/N)” He backed away from the door, his hand still resting on the handle. “I love you.” he said softly, letting go of the handle and slowly walking away from the door.
His footsteps started to walk off but as he was walking out he heard you say from behind your closed door “Goodbye Richard.” His heart clenched in pain at your goodbye, knowing that may be the last time he hears from you.
“Public menace, Red Hood, has reverted back his murderous ways, leaving eight dead on a Gotham pier last night after stopping a group of child traffickers-” The tv clicked off and you turned around to see Jason behind you, his hair was messy and his ocean eyes still dazed with sleep. He was shirtless and his pajama pants hung on his hips, he tossed the remote he had onto the couch, before he nonchalantly started to head to the kitchen.
“You know, I think that reporter has always had it out for me.” He said calmly, grabbing a box of cereal out of the cabinet. You felt disappointment and rage bubble up inside of you.
“Or you just have it out for yourself Jason.” You spat angrily, getting up from your spot and into the kitchen, taking the box of cereal out of his hand. Jason looked at you angrily
“Oh yeah and what is that supposed to mean?” He snatched the box back from you dumping cereal into the bowl
“It means that you can’t have something good without going out of your way to ruin it Jason.” You yelled at him but he pushed past you going to the fridge to get milk, but as he opened the fridge your small hand pushed it closed before he could grab anything out. “You promised Jason, you promised you wouldn’t kill anymore.” Your voice said softly, truly disappointed he broke his promise.
“God damnit (Y/N) can I just make a fucking bowl of cereal without a lecture?” He said banging on the fridge angrily. “ What do you want me to say? I’m sorry I killed eight sex traffickers? Because I’m not.” He turned to look at you, his temper showing now. His voice was laced with venom and each word he spoke felt like daggers to your heart. “And you want to know why? Because their low life scum who sell children to other low life scum.” He then yanked open the fridge grabbed the milk and slammed the fridge shut, leaving you standing there.
“You don’t get it do you Jason?” You asked quietly walking up to where he sat, still fuming, at the kitchen table. “You promised you would stop, you promised Bruce, you promised Dick, and you promised me.” Jason didn't miss the hurt that flashed through your eyes when you looked at him. “Jason you know that I can’t support you like this.” You brought your arms up to hold yourself biting on your lip to stop any tears.
“So what? Your gonna break up with me?” He asked hoping you would say no and just yell at him some more until you think he’s had enough, but your silence gave him a different answer. Jason shook his head and stood up from the chair “Oh no, come on angel, you can’t be serious.” His tone shifted and was now much gentler. He went to reach out for you but you shifted dogging his hand. “Angel, come on. They were sick fucks who sold young boys and girls to grown men-”
“They were people Jason. It doesn’t matter how you look at it, you do not get to choose who gets to live and who gets to die.” You stepped forward to him, resting your hand on his chest. “But like I said, that’s just something you never understood.” Jason wrapped his arm around your waist placing his head on the crook of your neck.
“I don’t want to lose you over this.” He whispered into your ear. “Yell at me, tell me I’m an idiot, hit me if you want to. Just don’t leave me over this.” His lips attached themselves to your jaw kissing you gently, then moved to your check, slowly making their ways to your lips, kissing you slowly and gently. You found yourself melting into the kiss. You opened your eyes and pulled away from him.
“Jason you knew all along that killing would be the only thing that would drive me away from you and you still did it.” You took your hand off his chest and backed away from him. “Jason, it’s time you learned your actions have consequences. I can’t keep forgiving you every time you make a mistake or mess up. Every time I do it feels like I’m losing a part of myself.” You confessed, thinking of all the nights you and Jason fought over Red Hood and his reckless behavior, only for you to give him chance after chance to prove that he could tone down his behavior as the Red Hood.
“But.. I love you angel. (Y/N), I love you.” He said, tears slipping out of his eyes as he was starting to come to realize he was in the middle of actually losing you. You gave him a sad smile
“I know, I love you too Jason.” You stood on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek. “But you just love the Red Hood more.” You walked past him and headed to the door but his hurt voice stopped you in your tracks.
“So that’s it? You’re just going leave me like everyone else?” You looked back at Jason who was staring at the ground with his hands in his pockets. “I should have known, everyone hates me eventually.” He looked up at you now and you felt as if he had just punched you in the stomach as you looked at how hurt and vulnerable he was right now. You bit back tears as you put your hand on the door handle out of the apartment.
“I don’t hate you Jason. I’m disappointed with you.” You said opening the door and turning to walk out, using all the will power you have to not turn around and run into the arms of that broken young man, because if you did, you wouldn’t have the strength to leave.
Jason stood alone in the kitchen with tears running down his face. “Good job Todd.” He told to himself angrily, he picked up the cereal bowl and threw it at the door, causing the bowl to shatter and cereal to fly everywhere. “Way to ruin things.” He said softly as he defeatedly took a seat on the floor placing his head in his hands as he thought of all the warnings and chances you had given him. Why hadn’t he just listened to you? He realized just how killing those men weren’t worth it now. They weren’t worth the pain he was feeling now.
“Oh no, baby don’t cry.” Tim said as he pulled you into his arms, taking the paper out of your hands and casting it aside on his bedside table. He kissed the side of your head as he wiped your tears. “If they don’t see how smart and amazing you are then its their loss.” He held you tightly to your chess as he repeatedly kissed your temple. You shook your head as the tears continued to flow.
“It’s not that Tim.” you held him as you cried. “I got accepted” Tim immediately pulled back to look at you, a large smile on his face. He happily kissed you only to pull back confused as to why you didn’t share his excitement.
“But love, that’s great isn’t it? This is your dream school, you told me so yourself, you’ve wanted to go there since you were a little girl. Why aren’t you happy?”
“Tim, I applied before we got together.” You said sadly. “This college is in Paris.” more tears flowed down your cheeks but Tim’s hands cupped either side of your face and wiped away your tears.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, we can make this work okay? I can come to visit you and we can text and facetime everyday.” He promised, kissing your forehead and wrapping his arms around you.
“Timmy, we’re on different time zones, by the time I’ll be getting up you’ll be going to bed.” You rested your head against his chest listening to his heartbeat.
“Well...I can still come visit you.”
“When? You have a life here Tim. You have the young justice team and responsibilities with Batman that already take up the majority of your time. Add in the plane ride and you would barely get to spend a few hours with me in like a month.” You looked up to see his eyes well with tears as his heart began to beat frantically. Defeated Tim let you go, sitting down on the bed and taking your hand in his.
“I..I (Y/N) I don’t know what to do.” He confessed, he looked up at you with glossy eyes, his grip on your hand tightened slightly not wanting to let you go, at least not right now.
“Neither do I.” You confessed sitting down next to him, placing your head on his shoulder dampening his shirt with your tears. You both just leaned on each other in silence as you both let tears slide down your faces for what felt like hours. “I want to stay.” You said quietly, finally breaking the silence.
“You know I love you, right?” You nodded your head still on his shoulder. “I think you should go to Paris.” his words caught you by surprise making you look up at him prompting him to explain. “I love you (Y/N). But this is your dream, I don’t want to be the reason you don’t go after it.” He hugged you tightly and kissed the top of your head.
“But Paris doesn’t have you.” your words were just above a whisper but didn’t go unheard by Tim.
“But Paris has your future (Y/N).” He let you go “You and I both know how miserable you’ll be if you don’t go.” You sad eyes looked at him knowing he was telling the truth.
“You’re right.” you brought up a hand to his cheek making him look at you. “But until then, I’m here with you.” You lips connected with his, in a gentle kiss. Tim’s hand went to the small of your back as he kissed you back. The once soft kiss was beginning to get more needy and heated, Tim’s back hit the mattress of the bed as you straddled his hips. Your tongues danced in each others mouth fight for dominance. His hands were now running up and down the curves of your body as you the two of you felt the desire to have each other. Your hands went to pull off your shirt but Tim’s hands stopped you. He pulled away from the kiss and smiled sadly at you.
“As much as I want to, we shouldn’t be doing this.” He gently scooted you off of him. Holding your hands in his he said “If we’re going to break up, we should do it now, even though it’s hard, doing it when you leave would be even harder.” He wiped a tear that had slipped out of you eye away. His hand then glided across your face, putting a piece of your hair back behind your ear. You smiled sadly knowing he was right. You took both your hands and held either side of his face as is tear filled eyes looked into yours.
“Timothy Drake, you are the kindest, most gentle, smartest, loving, and good man that there ever will be.” You wiped the tear that fell from his eye. “And I love you so much.” Your voice cracked, Tim’s hand rubbed your back comfortingly “I'm going to miss you Tim.” You broke down into tears collapsing into his arms. Tim held you as you cried, shedding tears of his own as well.
“I know love.” Tim’s voice was shaky but his arms felt safe and secure. “I’m going to miss you too.”
“What the hell?” You stared at Damian who had just appeared outside your window on your fire escape dawning his vigilante attire. You opened the window allowing him to come in “What are you doing here Damian?” you had already been in your pajamas getting ready to fall asleep until you noticed him.
“I have news.” He said sitting on the end of your bed. You walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck hands making their way through his hair. His hand rested on your hip, pulling you forwards kissing you hello.
“What kind of news?” You said tilting your head curiously. Damian’s hand ran down your leg before letting you go.
“I’m being sent on a mission with the Titans.” He told you calmly “I’ll be gone for a few months.” You were shocked, bot knowing how to feel about the current situation, of course you knew that this was his life but still not being able to see him or talk to him for months is upsetting. You sat next to him, wrapping your arms around him.
“Where will you be going?” You asked resting your head onto his shoulder.
“I can’t tell you that.” you looked back startled at him. You knew his work was secretive but you thought you would be the only person he would trust with this information. “Beloved, it’s confidential, you know that.” He told you, seeing the wave of hurt flash over your face.
“Yeah Damian and so was your secret identity, but you told me that.” You pointed out getting frustrated. “Dami do you not trust me?” You asked a little hurt. Damian shook his head no as his hand grabbed the small of your back
“Beloved no, it’s not like that.” You couldn’t see his eyes do to the mask but by the sound of his voice you could guess they must be filled with worry. “You know my duty and responsibility as Robin comes first, no exceptions.” Those words stung at your heart the second they came out of Damian’s mouth. You always knew being Robin was important to him, it was a large part of who he was and you were okay with that. But you didn’t know Robin had become more important to him than you, and you didn’t know if your okay with that.
“Damian.” your voice was soft and shaking with hurt “I know you have work to do as Robin. I understand that and I support you. I can go for months not seeing you or hearing from you if need be, but not if you can’t put me first.” Damian could read the hurt all over your face and he sighed.
“Beloved, it’s just a location, it’s not a big deal.” He said trying to reason with you. You stood up angry that he still thinks this is about the location.
“Damian, it’s not about the stupid location.” You threw your hands up in frustration, pacing in front of him. “It’s about Robin 'coming first.’ Damian, I don’t want to be second place to a mask anymore.” Damian stood now, grabbing you gently by the arm stopping your pacing.
“Beloved, I love you.” He kissed you gently, his soft lips bringing a warmth too your heart like nothing ever has before. “But I’m Robin, and you have to understand, there is nothing more important than the work I do.” You looked at him hurt by his words, pulling out of his grasp. “Don’t be upset beloved.” Damian pleaded with you.
“How could I not be upset Damian?” You asked looking at him in sheer disbelief and hurt. Your lips parted as a tear fell down your cheek. “Damian, you’re my everything, I’d never put anything above you. And if you can’t do the same for me then we’re not doing what I thought we were doing.” Damian wiped your tears away as he cupped your face.
“Beloved, I don’t understand what your saying.” His eyebrows furrowed but his eyes were still hidden under his robin mask. You sniffled as more tears fell down your face.
“I’m saying that if you want to keep me Damian, You have to value me more than you value that mask.” You took a shaky breath silently hoping that he will be able to overlook his obligation to be duty bound as robin for just one second. But the stern face that looked back at you reminded you of the stubborn person you were talking to. “I’m not asking you to abandon your mission or to tell me the location or anything. Damian, I.. I just need reassurance, reassurance that I mean more to you than that mask, Damian just tell me that I do.”
“Beloved, I love you dearly but my duties as Robin are my first priority.” He told you kissing your forehead “We can talk about this further when I return, I have to leave now.” He said stepping back towards your window. Tears fell down your face as you watched him climb out onto the fire escape.
You walked to the window looking directly at him, tears still rolling down your face. “Don’t bother, your answer was loud and clear. Now go be the hero, I hope it was worth it.” You then shut the window, locking it and closing your curtains for the night, falling onto your bed and crying yourself to sleep.