Batman imagine

Them finding out you are pregnant with their child

PETER PARKER

Originally posted by spiderholland

  • actually melts
  • “Are you for real!?”
  • you show him the pregnancy test
  • And you assure him that he will be a great father
  • “Peter, we are not naming our child Tony”
  • “I’m just saying-”
  • “No.”
  • Deciding to tell Aunt May
  • She is really happy and supportive 
  • “I mean, the making process was fun ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ”

STEVE ROGERS 

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

  • will not stop smiling
  • “Are you even listening to me?”
  • Not even a single worry
  • And when you get insecure as a mother, he will be there to tell you that you are just fine
  • The Avengers freaked out, but Tony just smirked
  • “I heard you that night”
  • You got to paint the baby room together
  • “It was the most fun I've ever had”
  • “It’s because I was there”
  • Everything went smoothly as if you planned it

BRUCE WAYNE 

Originally posted by itsyourboystiffyliveat

  • As if he didn’t have enough kids at the manor
  • “Oh shit”
  • You’d be in tears because you were scared that something will go wrong through out the process 
  • But of course, he was there to help you cheer up
  • ALFRED BOUGHT YOU NINETEEN TESTS, SO YOU CAN MAKE SURE THAT IT WAS ACTUALLY TRUE
  • HE ACTUALLY STARTED JUMPING AROUND
  • “I will take care of it as if it was mine, Miss [Y/N]”
  • “I think I'll be fine Alf.”
  • You wanted to make sure the child didn’t find out about the bat
  • it ended up as the sixth Robin…

BARRY ALLEN

Originally posted by fireworkofdec

  • As if you weren’t freaking out to tell him
  • he seemed angry to you for some reason (that wasn’t true ofc)
  • but that quickly escalated to a tight hug
  • “I’ll make sure this child lives the best life possible”
  • you had to go furniture shopping together 
  • You were both so happy when you saw the decorated room after so much work went over it
  • You imagined the small child running around
  • After it was born, you both tried to get time and take care of it
  • you would read her/him stories to bed
  • all your insecurities flew away

TONY STARK

Originally posted by varied-marvels

  • O boi
  • How did that happen  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • IT’S NOT LIKE YOU HAVE SEX EVERY DAY OR ANYTHING  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • you tried to be serious, but Tony wasn’t at all
  • he just kept smiling and giggling like the giggly bitch he is
  • but you still love him
  • “Okay so….what are you doing”
  • “I’m planning the-”
  • “NONONONONONONONO YOU ARE NOT TURNING MY CHILD INTO A ROBOT”
DC Masterlist

Batfamily in general :

The Great Mall adventure

“It’s gone…all gone…” (batsis)

Fun Fair with the family

“Mother, it’s your day”

“Mother has been poisoned”

The Batmom Glare

Burrito Blanket Batmom

The Last Pit (part ½)

The Last Pit (part 2/2)

Master of Diaper

Batfam NSFW headcanons

Oh shit, it’s father’s day ! 

How terrible it is to love something that death can touch

“Vacations are rare for the Waynes”

“Let me get one thing straight…I’m not !”

Don’t leave us… (Batsis)

“Did this miscreant hurt you mother ?”

Each tattoo is a story

“Bruce, my heart, I think Alfred likes my mom !”

How to remove a Wayne safely

#MyParentsAreLosers

The day they almost lost you (Batsis)

Short bonus convo : Batboys want a sibling

A belated Halloween (Batsis)

Short bonus convo : Bruce and Batmom gross out the Batboys 

In which the batboys fight to know which Hogwarts’ house is the best 

Happy Holidays

My mother’s apple Orchard (angst)

“Jigsaw is coming for me”

Tears

Don’t wanna go

Smol Dickie and Jaybird

The Batkids watching “The Omen” 

The Batkids watching “The Lion King”

After Batmom’s death

How to tame a Wayne

Wild Child 2, “We want them back”

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Bruce Wayne/Batman :

Making Bruce Wayne blush

Beach Bod’

Catching the Bat’s heart (slightly NSFW)

“Admit it, Bruce” (totally NSFW)

“Your wife is hot”

“Your wife is hot” part 2

Early Mornings with the Bat

Baby Wayne

“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar” (part 1/3)

“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar” (part 2/3)

“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar” (part 3/3)

And when I’m gone… (warning, SAD)

I’m not drunk, you are

“It’s her, but it’s not her !” (part ½)

“It’s them, but it’s not them !” (part 2/2)

Scars, loving names and a bath

“That’s not how you negociate !”

“You’re cute when you’re jealous”

“My parents are gross…ly in love" (slightly NSFW)

Tickles and loss

Sneaky Bastard (NSFW)

Shaky steps and bad teaching

A chance to say goodbye

Ma Broosh !

“She should cut her nails” (part ½ of the League teasing the “batlovers”)

“Bruce…sucks !” (part 2/2 of the League teasing the “batlovers”).

“BATMAN IS NEVER JEALOUS”

“I’m lost without you…”

Silly Bat’

Fate is a bitch part 1/?

Fate is a bitch part 2/?

“Hopefully, no one will notice”

“I don’t like cats”

Odd socks

The Talk

Wedding and pop-corns

Relationship headcanons part 1/?

“You could have anyone you want !”

Behave

“I don’t wanna get married”

Alive (NSFW)

Anonymous Hate

I’ll always be here for you

“You slept with Superman ?”

The wrath of a short woman

“You’re…you’re Bruce’s father !”

Death, Amnesia, and 4 coffee please

The List (NSFW)

“Where did the coffee table go ?”

There is nothing left of him

“I’m done with you, Mr. Wayne”

Random convo between Batmom and Broosh

Behind closed door (NSFW)

Three parts of a whole (Batman x Reader x Superman) (NSFW)

The many times Alfred Pennyworth walked in on his master and his wife making love, and that one time his young masters wished they were blind (kinda NSFW)

“Is Father…drunk ?”

“You made me hide under the desk” (NSFW)

Wild Child

Insecurities shmunsecurities

Valentine’s day is a stupid holiday

“My last happy birthday was my eighth one…” (Bruce birthday special) 

“My biggest mistake” by Jason P. Todd 

Never piss off a magician

The Break-Up part ¼

The Break-Up part 2/4

The Break-Up part 2.5/4

The Break-Up part ¾

The Break-Up part 4/4

The first time he saw you

Polichinelle

“Go away, you’re confusing my baby” 

Making him work for it 

“DD night !”  (It stands for “Drunk Date”)

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Richard “Dick” Grayson/Nightwing :

“She’s too good for you”

Surprise Surprise

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Jason Todd/Red Hood

Cutie and the Beast (slightly NSFW)

Caught red-hooded (slightly NSFW too)

“Draw me like one of your French…boy ?”

I bacha(ta) can dance better than you ! (hispanic reader)

Costume Party

“Car sex looks so much easier in the movies” (NSFW)

Cig’ Break

“Wanna Join ?”  Part ½ (NSFW) (Roy x Reader x Jason)

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Timothy “Tim” Drake/Red Robin :

Naked Birds

You taste like coffee

Pierced (Tim x Batmom)

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Damian Wayne/Robin :

The First time is serious business (slightly NSFW)

Titus likes you…too much

“Just play the damn game with me !” (Batmom x Damian)

True blood son..and daughter (Batsis x Damian)

Period drama with mama (Batmom)

My mom is better than yours (Batmom)

Mistakes and Forgiveness

“Are we not gonna talk about the elephant in the room ?” (Batmom)

“Talk to my son like that again, and I will end you” (Batmom)

The New Trinity

“Are you…jealous, Damian ?” (Batmom)

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Clark Kent/ Superman :

Eighth time’s a charm

Happy (belated) Fourth of July

Hatred an Grief

Three parts of a whole (Batman x Reader x Superman) (NSFW)

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Kon-El “Conner” Kent/Superboy :

“You’re kind of an asshole”

“They’re kind of assholes”

“The World is kind of an asshole”

“I could break you” (NSFW)

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Diana Prince/Wonder Woman :

Drunk Amazon

Dating Diana Prince would include…

Take care of my babies or you’ll die

“…Where is our child ?”

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Arthur Curry/Aquaman :

I don’t talk to fish

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Roy Harper/Speedy/Red Arrow :

“Wanna Join ?” part ½ (NSFW) (Roy x Reader x Jason)

Being part of the Justice League would include...

• Being a metahuman with your own city to protect
•You were first approached by Superman
•He was impressed after seeing one of your fights on TV
• “You saved a lot of people out there. How would you like to help us save a lot more?”
•You’re shocked at first but try to remain cool because hello it’s Superman?!!
•Batman is always suspicious of you until he warms up to you
•Or until Wonder Woman tells him to knock it off
•The rest of the League accepts you right away
•Hal and Barry are always fighting for your attention and flirting with you
•"You know, my ring can create anything with the power of my mind.“
•"So not much?”
•"Can it fastest man alive!“
•Wonder Woman is your workout buddy
• “Now we are ready to train.”
• “That was the warmup??!!”
•Cyborg teaches you basic hacking
•Aquaman takes you to the beach to chill sometimes
•One time you try organizing a dinner after you all had to work on a holiday
•Batman may have cracked a smile
•It actually went well
•Especially because you thought ahead and got more food for Barry
•All in all you’re all just one happy dysfunctional family

For Worse

This was a Request for an Anon. They wanted a Story where Bruce Cheated and the Bat Boys react. If you have request go ahead and make one! Also Let me know if you want a part two. (UPDATE: Lots of people have asked for a Part 2 so i’ll start working on it soon ^_^)  part two: here


You weren’t much of a wine drinker, not much of a drinker period in all actuality. When you did drink you preferred the sweetness of a strawberry margarita that masked the taste of alcohol. However, right now, as the slightly bitter liquid pooled to the back of your throat, you couldn’t imagine a better tasting drink.

Sitting on the large black marble kitchen counter, you swung your legs with childlike glee as the world around you suddenly started to feel a little hazy. Patting at your cheek with a sweater covered hand to wipe away some tear stains you filled up your glass of Zinfandel with the other.

The bottle clinks hollowly against the counter just as Alfred rounds the corner into the kitchen. He looks at your form sitting on the counter with wide worried eyes but you can’t be bothered to give him more than a half hearted crooked smile as you knock back half of your glass.

“Are you alright ma’am?” He asks moving slowly toward you. He can clearly see the intoxicated state that you’re in and he doesn’t want to startle you.

“Peachy,” you say with an airy sigh.

“It doesn’t seem so,” he says picking up the large empty bottle of wine. “It’s not even past noon ma’am.”

“I don’t know if I care that much Alfred,” you say with a chuckle. “This is usually the only time I get to be alone.”

He looks at you worriedly, “Maybe right now you shouldn’t be alone.”

You look at him, nose scrunching up in anger and a frown pulling at your lips. “I think I should, you aren’t exactly innocent either, are you?”

Alfred doesn’t waver when meeting your gaze, save for a brief flash of guilt that runs through his eyes. “Why don’t I fix you some coffee and breakfast to help sober you up.”

“When were you going to tell me?”

“Toast is probably the best option.”

“Where you ever going to tell me?”

“I know you like eggs, so I’ll scramble some for you.”

“How many times did you watch him fuck her?” You say as you grab at his arm.

He stops his rambling at looks at you with a slight tear in his eye, “I’m sorry Mrs. Wayne.”

You look at the older man and see the pain in his eyes and think about the shame he must feel, he is the one who raised Bruce afterall.

“Were you sorry enough to ask him to stop?”

“He pushed me away.”

“Of course he did,” you say snidely letting go of the man and pushing yourself off of the counter. Your sock covered feet hit the floor with slight pat and you walk over to the sink to put your glass down. “When breakfast is done, I’ll be in the bedroom.”

“…Of course ma’am.”

***

Wallowing around in your bed and wiping away ever falling tears all day wasn’t something that you thought you’d be doing when you married Bruce Wayne. However, at the moment you couldn’t think of what else to do. You needed to get your emotions out and rest at the same time. Damian would be home from school soon and the rest of the boys would be home for dinner.

The familiar roar of an engine caught your attention and you felt your body tense. Anticipation and anxiety wracked your form as you waited for the familiar footsteps of your husband to enter the room.

What would you say to him? Could you even bring it up? What if what you saw only happened in a dream? He would never actually hurt you this way would he? He had promised to love and cherish only you after all. How could Batman of all people break his promise?

In your thoughts, you’d barely heard the door to your bedroom open. He doesn’t say anything when he walks through the door. You hear the rustle of clothing and assume that he is removing his suit jacket. You assumptions were proved correct when he comes to sit on the side of your shared bed and pulls the blanket from over your head. He reveales himself to be in his white shirt and black suit pants.

His blue eyes scan over your form worriedly as he rubs a large thumb on your forehead. You have to bite your tongue to prevent sharp words from spewing out of you and rejecting his sweetness.

“Are you still not feeling well?” He asked voice soft and warm.

You shake your head.

He sighs with a sad smile and runs the pad of his thumb over you cheekbone, “I’ll have Alfred make you some soup.”

You don’t respond and stare at him relatively blankly and while this bothers him he shrugs it off to whatever sickness it was that was bothering you.

He stands from the bed and moves over to the closet to change into something more comfortable. You take the opportunity to sit up and push your body up against the headboard and you watch him. As he pulls the shirt off his body you can see every scar and bruise that he’d accrued recently, even the ones on his neck that hadn’t placed there forcefully.

When he slips the grey sweatshirt on over his head your trace is broken.

“Can I say something?”

He jumps slightly at the sound of your voice and turns to look at you with curious blue orbs.

“I always thought it would be Talia y’know? Especially on account of how Damian got here, but I thought it would be her.”

“What?” He asks with furrowed dark eyebrows.

“I always thought that the thing with Selina was harmless flirting, even if she did kiss you once or twice, I never really got mad.” You can feel your throat slick and tighten with nerves but your belly is full of rage.

You can see it on his face when it registers what you were talking about and the blanching of his face causes you to get angrier for some reason. You stand up quickly from your position on the bed and instinctively he holds a hand out in attempt to calm you.

“Why would you do that to me? What have I not given you that you couldn’t think ‘I shouldn’t do this, I have a wife waiting at home’?”

“We were caught up in the moment, it wasn’t supposed to happen.” He tries to explain.

“Multiple times, you fucked her multiple times! On different days, on different weeks!”

He looks at you pathetically and you suddenly find that your positions have been reversed and he is the one sitting on the bed while you are the one standing.

“You know I thought this would happen when we were dating, and I told myself that it would be much better if it happened then because I could just leave. But now I can’t, I’m stuck here with you, in this giant stupid house.” You can feel your tears start to well up again but you quickly wipe at your eyes in an attempt to wipe them away. “Were you going to stop sleeping with her? Or were you just waiting to get caught?”

He doesn’t respond and he hangs his head down in shame.

“Look at me!,” you snap agitated and causing him to meet your gaze. “You were bold enough to go and do it no you have to take the consequences the same way you did them.”

“I wasn’t going to stop,” he said truthfully. You feel your jaw twitch at the honesty and the frown that’s pulling at your lips is almost painful. “Selina has always been important to me I suppose, and it felt natural.”

It was almost as if you could hear your heart breaking and you couldn’t stop the sob that ran its way through your throat. You slapped a hand over your mouth in shame and turned away from him as the tears freely flowed down your face. Almost instinctively at your crying from, Bruce was at your side with a large hand on your back trying to comfort you.

“Don’t. Touch. Me!” You snap slapping his hands away. “Why did you marry me? If you felt that way you should have been with her!”

“I love you,” he says desperately.

“No you don’t,” you say pushing him away from you. “If you did you wouldn’t have done this.”

“Thats-” he starts but he stops himself.

“Were you going to say ‘That’s not true’?” You ask incredulously with wide eyes. “So you were planning on cheating on me anyway.”

“No,” he shakes his head.

“God, I’ve wasted all of this time on you,” you say moving around him looking for a pair of shoes to slip on and your keys. “All of the things that I could have done, places I could  have gone, and people who would have loved me, I gave it up for you. I put my career on hold so I could help you. So that Wayne Enterprises would have someone there while you rested. So that our son could have something other than mask to raise him. But you couldn’t do one thing for me? You couldn’t say no one time for me?”

He doesn’t respond, he knows he shouldn’t respond, nothing he can say will make this situation better.

Once you’ve collected your shoes, bag, and care keys, you let out a sigh,”I had really hoped that once you came home that there would be some way that you could deny this and I would have believed you. That I’d been slipped some sort of drug and had been hallucinating the things that I saw, but I was too hopeful.” You wipe at your eyes. “The worse part about it is that you’ve trapped me, Bruce. What can I do? My life has become our kids, your company, and your mission. That has been my job since we’ve gotten married. I lived for us Bruce, why couldn’t you?”

“I didn’t mean to- I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he pleads. “She was just-”

This isn’t about her, Bruce.” You shake your head and make your way to the bedroom door. “I’m going to stay at the penthouse. Don’t come by. Tell Damian that I’ll come get him for lunch on Saturday like I always do.”

“Are you coming back?”

You look at his sad blue orbs and shake your head, “I don’t know.”

***

Damian was the first to arrive home. Bruce watched from the bedroom window as he and Alfred made their way into the house. What was he supposed to tell him? Not just Damian, but everyone. That he’d driven their mother away and he didn’t know when she’d be back? That he’d ruined their family? No, never that. How could he break his children even more than they already had been.

With a frown, Bruce locked the door to the bedroom and sat in silence and darkness. If he’d gone to the cave he would have opened himself up to questions. In here, for the moment, he was safe. No one would bother him here.

***

“Hey Alfred, where is mom?” Dick asked, taking a drink of his water.

“Yes, I would like to know as well, Pennyworth. It’s not often that you come and pick me up from school,” Damian started pushing around some of his food with his fork.

“Mom didn’t get you from school?” Tim questioned with a furrowed brow. “That’s her thing though.”

“Hence the question,” Damian replied with smirk causing Tim to roll his eyes.

“Maybe she got tired of you being a smartass and didn’t feel like being bothered,” Jason adds in with a raised eyebrow and a smirk of his own as he rocks back on the legs of his chair.

“Unlikely, considering I’m her favorite,” the youngest said crossing his arms over his chest. “Besides, I haven’t seen her at all, not since this morning.”

“What?” The three older boys questioned alarmed.

“Alfred?” Dick questions again to the older man who hasn’t raised his head from his plate since the questioning started. “Where is mom?”

“I’m afraid, Master Grayson, that it would be best if you went to ask Master Wayne,” the butler deflects.

“Has something happened to, mom?” Tim asks seriously.

“I cannot answer that,” Alfred replies again.

In frustration Jason pushes away from the dining room table to make his way up to the master bedroom, the other boys following quickly behind him.

It only takes a minute for Jason to stomp his way to the bedroom and even less for him to begin banging on the door.

“Open the door up, old man” He starts impatiently. “We just want to know where mom is.”

There is a pause as the boys listen for movement, and when there isn’t any Jason pounds on the door again, “I’ll break the door open!”

“Jason!” Dick scolds. “Mom will be mad if you break her door.”

“Well how else am I supposed to get him to open it?”

“We could use our brains?” Tim suggests.

“No need,” Damian says pulling out his blade and shoving it in the jam of the door. He uses his weight as pressure and pops open the door.

“That still counts as messing up the door,” Dick says pointing at the ruined lock.

“It’s still intact isn’t it?”

“Whatever.”

Tim pushes open the door giving way to the light from the hallway to flood into the dark room. Tim quickly finds the light switch and the room lights up.

“Father?” Damian questions when the lights flicker on and he sees the man sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in hands.

The man doesn’t respond to his name being called and this sends the boys into a slight panic. Dick quickly walks over and places a large hand on Bruce’s shoulder and tries to shake him out of his trance.

The man looks at the boys and sadness flashes in his eyes as he realizes he has to explain how he’s taken their mother from them.

“Where is mom?” Tim asks.

Damian watches from a distance and takes in the state of the room. On the occasions that he’d have nightmares, he usually finds himself in his parents bed snuggled against his mother in the expansive bed as she protected him from the dreams. He probably knew better than anyone what their bedroom was supposed to look like.He noted that the dresser was suspiciously bare of his mother’s jewelry boxes and perfume bottles.  He casts a quick glance at Jason who seems to realize that something is off about the room.

Damian walks around the bed to his mother’s closet and opens it only find it empty. Jason stands behind his youngest brother staring at the empty room perplexed.

“This is her’s,” Damian mutters, “Where is her stuff?”

When it clicks for Jason he’s consumed with rage and he’s stomping over to Bruce again and pushing his startled brothers away. His large hand is around Bruce’s collar in an instant and he’s pulling the man up.

“What did you do? Why did she leave?” Jason questions acidly, his own blue eyes clashing violently with Bruce’s.

“Leave?” Dick questions. “How do you know she left?”

“Majority of Ummi’s things are gone. Like they were packed up.”

“She left us?” Tim questions swallowing thickly.

“I’m pretty sure she left him!” Jason hisses shaking the man who is still staring blankly at him. “What did you do?”

“What could you have done to make her leave like this?” Tim asks.

Dick examines his adoptive father keenly as he runs the scenarios through his mind. His mother adored Bruce, so why would she just leave?

Seemingly having enough of being pushed around Bruce quickly wraps his hand around Jason’s wrists and squeezed before ripping the hand off of his collar. The stretched fabric falls limply around his neck as he looks at the four of his sons angrily.

“You all need to leave,” He says sternly. “Your mother is safe.”

Dick’s gaze falls onto where the collar hangs limply at Bruce’s neck and he spots a purple bruise on his neck that causes a thought to run through his mind and it makes his hair stand on end.

“You wouldn’t,” Dick says with a shake of his head and a disbelieving smile. “You couldn’t, not to Mom, right?”

“What are talking about, Grayson?” Damian asks looking in between the two men.

Bruce meets Dick’s gaze and the younger man feels himself getting hot with anger the longer he holds his gaze.

Tim examines his father and finds the same bruise on Bruce’s neck and he puts it together. Instead of letting his anger consume him he glances back at his younger brother and grabs his arm.

“Let go of me, Drake,” Damian struggles as Tim pulls him along.

“Alfred knows where she went doesn’t he?” Tim asks glancing at the guilty man. A quick nod is all he needs as he proceeds down stairs with the young boy.

“Who was it with? Viki? Talia? Who?” Dick questions angrily.

Jason snorts in anger as he realizes what his brother is implying.

“Selina,” Bruce responds after a long pause.

Dick shakes his head in anger, “I knew you could be an asshole but not like this.”

Dick locks eyes with his brother, “We should find out where mom is and go see her in the morning. I’m sure she wants to be alone now.”

Jason nods and watches as his Dick leaves the room. He stares down the older man for a second before stomping out.

***

It seemed like it was always raining in Gotham, despite whatever the season was. At the moment that suited you just fine. The wide open space of the penthouse was smaller than what you were used to but still felt empty. You were happy that Bruce hadn’t tried to come and see you, you don’t think you could have been as civil as you were if he had come to see you.

So when there was a knock on the door, you felt dread fill your stomach. You quickly padded over to the door and looked out of the peephole and saw the distorted visage of four familiar figures.

“Boys!” You say with wide eyes as you swing open the door.

“Ummi!” The youngest voice calls out as he leaps at you burying his face in your stomach as his small but strong arms wrap themselves around your waist.

“Damian,” you say with a smile, running a comforting hand along his back.

“We were worried,” Dick says with a smile and a shrug as he pulls a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

“You’re all so sweet,” you say with a smile moving to the side and letting the boys into the home.

“We didn’t want you to be alone,” Tim says, “We also wanted to make sure your weren’t in danger.”

“Oh,” you say sadly and closed the door behind them. Damian let’s go your waist and instead opts to hold your hand. “I shouldn’t have left in such a hurry, I know it can be unsafe.”

“We understand, mom” Jason says with a smile. You meet his normally stern eyes and you feel your tear ducts well up. “Hey, don’t cry! I brought food.”

We, brought food,” Dick pops in as Jason shows you a bag in is hand. “Tim set the table.”

Damian brings you over to sit you at the dining room table as Tim makes a place for the each of you.

Jason and Dick bring the food out and then sit down to join you.

“We’re sorry about Bruce,” Dick starts looking at you with a sad smile. “But we understand and we’ll be here for you.”

The boys nod their heads in agreement.

You smile at your boys, feeling slightly better than you had been in hours, “Thank you.”

Dating Jason Todd would include


Originally posted by sushigirlfriend

Dating Jason Todd would include:

- Riding his motorcycle (and other things of his ;)) if you feel me)

- Listening to each other rant

- Calming him down if he has a nightmare, and him calming you down

- Him being jealous and overprotective.

- Cuddling, like, all the time

- Watching random shows like Catfish and Cake Boss

- Him making up random anniversaries so you can have celebratory sex;

- “Babe you know it’s been 8 months since we went to get ice cream for the first time let’s have sex,”

- “Shut up, Jason.”

- He’s really strong so he’ll try and do everything for you

- Him bragging about how cool he is

- But then admitting you’re cooler

- Treating to his wounds

- Admitting that Batman is hot

- Regretting it ;)

- Reassuring him that he could beat up Dick Grayson and Tim Drake if he wanted too

- Learning how to patch up his leather jackets

- Running your hands through his hair because it’s so pretty

- He dislikes having prescribed drugs in the house because he’s scared of losing you, just like his mom.

- Him dislike you, or anyone, calling him a “joker”.

- Hugging from behind - from both of you

- Lips grinning against your neck

- stubble Stubble STUBBLE

- Loving that he’s a feminist

- But he’s kinda a fuckboy (let’s be real)

- Eating lots of food, all the time

- Having a favorite show that you can’t miss - probably something like Criminal Minds or even Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

- Learning to love the fact that he smells like blood, leather, sex and cigarette smoke, with a hint of vanilla

- He’s so tough but a softy, only when you’re really alone

- He’s very independent, but he always comes to you for advice

- And if he doesn’t, it’ll probably go wrong

- Him using so much hot water in the shower, and then when you complain, he offers to shower together

- Him acting out/trying to leave if you get bossy

- Him coming back with his sheepish smile you adore

- He gets really angry sometimes, but you always calm him down by running your hands through his hair

- Him giving you tips on which part of the town are safest

- Buys you period stuff, which some guys would cringe at, without giving a hot damn.

- Never hitting you, no matter how angry.

- His catchphrase being “ahah then what”

- “Baby your eyes are as blue as the ocean, and I’m lost out at sea…”

“Jason, my eyes aren’t even blue. What are you on about?”

- Rough kisses, lip biting

- Hella tons of PDA

- Causing a lil’ mischief together

- Breaking up because he’s scared that you’ll get hurt;

- Then making up because he simply can’t live without you

Being in the justice league would include...

Originally posted by dcvertigodaily


  • PIGGYBACK RIDES WITH BARRY! 
  • Stealing Bruce’s credit card to buy stupid shit
  • Him being slightly mad, but pretending it’s fine
  • It’s never fine 
  • Diana helping with your training 
  • MORE PIGGYBACK RIDES WITH BARRY!
  • Arthur being overprotective
  • Victor teaching you how to work with different technology 
  • Epic jokes about Bats 
  • Epic jokes about Fish
  • Epic jokes about Lightnings 
  • “Number One JL trash” mug
  • Purposely shoving the mug in their faces 
  • “[Y/N] i need to work”
  • “No, you need a hug”
  • “Stop I-”
  • Hugging everyone 
  • Having a spirit while fighting
  • “WOOOHOOOO! I’M KICKING ASS! LOOK AT ME GOOOOO” mid fly
  • “Who thought it was a good idea to bring them?” asks Bruce as he rubs his temples
  • “You, actually”  
  • Taking the overprotective mom role
  • “Bruce your batarangs are too sharp”
  • “Barry stop- STOP YOU WILL HURT YOURSELF”
  • “Arthur you will poke someone’s eye out, sit down”
  • “DIANA BE CAREFUL”
  • “Vic, don’t stay up late. 
  • Bruce rolling his eyes at you literally 24/7
  • “Seriously, who’s idea was to bring them?”
  • “YOURS” everyone shouted back 
  • He knows he is joking
  • You know he is joking
  • Everyone know he is joking.
  • Dramatically putting a hand on your chest and play along
  • “How dare you”
  • You trying to keep everyone as safe and mentally motivated as you can.
  • The League being more positive and inspired to fight.
“Talk to my son like that again, and I will end you” - Damian Wayne x Batmom

Summary : Damian is the victim of racism, Batmom steps in to kick some asses.

Just something that popped into my mind one night, after a day of heated argument defending some of my “people of color” friends, like some things get me instantly mad…so I had to write about it and hum…hope you’ll like it

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You didn’t mean to say it on live TV like that…but…The nerves of those people ! 

It was common knowledge that you didn’t particularly held journalists in your heart. 

Some would say it was because any form of media in Gotham was OBSESSED with your family, and you hated the attention you all constantly got. 

If you cut your hair, it’d be in the paper, if your sons were spotted hanging out in town, it’d be in the paper, if you and Bruce did something, it’d be in the paper…with ridiculous titles too : “The heir of the Wayne fortune are turning into delinquents !” when all they did was skateboarding around town. “Bruce Wayne and (Y/N) Wayne about to divorce ?” just because Bruce arrived later than you at a gala…So stupid. 

Yes, some would say it was because they constantly tried to find a scandal about your family but others…like your husband, would say it was because he used to date a few of those journalists women. And yeah, it was true he did “date” some of those women but, this wasn’t why you disliked journalists. 

And Bruce knew it, he’d just tease you with it sometimes to try and relax you because some douchebag wrote lies in the papers about your family…

You knew by marrying Bruce that it would be like that, that you’d always be the center of attention and honestly, when it was just about you ? Or even Bruce ? It was alright. Both of you could handle it. 

But when it touched your children ? Oh no. No. And no. 

And so, tonight, as someone made a comment about your youngest son..you kinda lost it. And you could already see the title of every articles and such that’ll come out the next day : 

“(Y/N) Wayne loses it on live TV”

But this was too much. Your boy already struggled with this at school, he didn’t need it everywhere else…How did they even hear about it anyway ? 

Uh…Who were you kidding ? They were journalists, of course they would have heard about your little outburst at Gotham Academy…

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Secret Revealed

prompt: Combination of: · Okay now I really need to see Batmom and Batman fighting at a league meeting and someone(maybe Question?) calling out their bs, and An imagine where the justice league guy members shamelessly flirts with batmom just to rile batman up and he snaps when superman does it? He’s all like wrapping his arms around her waist and says : my wife not yours mine" and ·Can I have one on what would happen if Green Arrow sees Batmom for the first time and not knowing who she is turns to Jason -who had been standing next to him- and ask if Batmom is single?

AN: Cute and fluffy!

Words: 845


       Clark sits down in the seat next to yours and smiles, before reaching out to take your hand. You raise one eyebrow in question but don’t pull your hand back just yet. “So, I was thinking we could have dinner tonight. I know this restaurant by the sea, really nice place.”

          You bite back a laugh before looking over your shoulder to find Bruce standing just a few feet away, his eyes focused on you and Clark. He’s not the only one though, the rest of the league are staring as well.

          You lean in close and ask, “What did my husband do to tick you off this time, Kent?”

          Clark just smiles and says, “I have to write the wedding announcements for the next month because I disagreed with him over something. Plus, this also payback for all those fake fights I’ve had to endure over the years.”

          “How about I get you back on sports and I turn you down gently?”

          He grins, “I’ll take what I can get.”

          You lean back in your chair and say, “Sorry Superman, I’ve got plans.”

          “That doesn’t answer the question Hell Cat.” You turn to face Ollie, who’s grinning at you.

          You raise an eyebrow in question “And what answer are you looking for?”

          “That yes you’re single, and that yes you’re free Friday night, because I know this unbelievable little restaurant in Milan.”

          Your eyes flash to Bruce. His teeth are clenched and the look in his eyes is enough to make Jason back slowly away.

          You frown, “Sorry, I’m busy that night too.” Your eyes slide to Clark who’s trying so hard not to laugh.

          “So who’s taken up all your free nights Hell Cat?” You turn to Hal, who is leaning against the wall. “Cause when I asked you out last month, you were busy then too.”

          You take a deep breath and say, “Well you see boys, I’m married with two kids, so that doesn’t leave a lot of room for dating.”

          There’s a moment of silence before the men burst out in laughter. The few women in the room however are studying you closely. Huntress in particular has a knowing glint in her eye.

          The laughter is still going on when Question sneaks into the room. More often than not, the man would have gone unnoticed. He’s good at sneaking around, you’ll give him that. Helena’s grin just widens before she calls out, “Question.” The man just stops and turns towards his girlfriend. His hands are in his pocket, but he’s giving her his full attention. “Truth or Lie, Hell Cat over there is married with two kids.”

          The answer comes immediately “Truth. Hell Cat is married to the Batman. They have two adopted children, Nightwing formerly known as Robin, and the current Robin. They’ve kept their relationship hidden among the League for the past eight years, simply because they found it fun to mess with people’s minds. If someone were to look close however, they’d notice that the fights they put on never lasted more than twenty minutes, and they always left together. Their children find it infuriating.”

          There’s this stunned silence before Jason cries out, “Finally!” Then spins on his toes to face Green Arrow, “My mother is not single, stay the hell away from her!”

          You ignore the surprised faces of the Leaguers in favor of Question. “When did you figure it out?”

          “My second week. I noticed that your fights, while entertaining, never subtracted from the quality of a meeting, meaning it never interfered with something that needed to be done. In the case of a crisis there would be not contention on either of your parts, even if the two of you had argued about it previously. My theory was confirmed when I spotted the two of you making out in a dark corner.”

          You hear Jason groan, “Oh come on! I’m supposed to be the teenager here, not you two.” Then he turns around to leave the room and says, “If you need me, I’ll be on the phone with Nightwing telling him that everything has finally been exposed.”

          You smile as your eyes slide to the women in the room, mainly Shayera and Vixen, who are grinning at you. You grin before asking, “Yes?”

          Shayera grins, “You’ve been holding out on us.”

          Vixen nods, “All those girl’s nights out over the years, and you never told a story.”

          “Not every day a girl kisses the Batman. Spill.”

          You smirk and say, “That’s private,” before mouthing the words ‘next girl’s night out.” That seems to satisfy them.

          Standing up you stretch and walk over to Bruce. “Let’s grab our traumatized son and go home now.”

          “Grab Jason, I’ll be there in a minute.”

          You shrug and walk out of the room. Bruce turns to Clark who’s still smiling before he says, “You can have your sports section back, but you’re covering nothing but golf, chess, and badminton for the next three months.” Clark’s smile fades and all Bruce says is, “My wife, not yours.”

anonymous asked:

Love your work! Hey maybe since your headcannons are open, you could do something fluffy. Maybe dick and (and maybe batsis if you want) as tiny children interacting with Bruce around the rest of the league and them being in shock that broody edge-lord batman is a dad of 9 year olds

*screeching* yesssss I love this idea okay here we go:

• Okay first of all you both hide under his cape
• The JL will be having a Very Important Meeting™
• And suddenly from under Bruce’s cape they just hear
• “No fair! Lizard beats paper!”
• “We’re not playing with lizard!”
• Everyone just stares at Bruce until he lifts his cape
• And there’s two tiny cute kids under there?
• Hal thinks you and Dick are adorable
• Dinah cannot get enough of you
• Supes is so Done™
• You hide in his cape when it’s cold
• You’ve fallen asleep under his cape while he’s on watch duty
• Hal teasing Bruce
• Bruce not being able to retaliate because he loves his babies
• The JL members start bringing games for you to play to the watchtower
• Barry brings you guys Legos
• This is fine until Oliver steps on one
• Bruce is just
• “Stop bringing my children stuffed animals! They have enough as it is.”
• They don’t stop bringing you stuffed animals
• The JL is actually a little disappointed when you two aren’t with him
• You and Dick playing in the watchtower and hall of justice
• Hide and seek is great in the watchtower

Future Mrs. G - Dick Grayson x Reader

YJ verse where you’re on the team but you don’t really get along with Dick for whatever reason until Bart comes from the future and only knows you as Mrs.Grayson + Saw the “Bart knows the Reader as the future Mrs. Grayson” and I raise you Bart knows the reader as the future Mrs. Todd but cannot say a goddamn thing until Jay shows back up again. Optional: the reader from the Dick fic (*snorts*) and the reader from the Jay fic are besties. Not necessary but adds another element, no? + IF YOU SEE GOTHAM do you remember that episode where Dick parents appeared and also were fighting and couldn’t bear each other until jim made their families rebound and at the end were both cutie pies in love and went to thank Detective Gordon? I just remembered for the Bart thing like : Mrs. Grayson? Gordon: oh yes you remind me of your parents kid, lmao.

 A/N: This is a combination of a bunch of prompts because a ton of people asked for a fic where Bart comes from the future and knows shit. I figured it would all fit nicely together!

“UGH! You’re such an ass!” You shouted, pushing against Dick’s chest. He didn’t even wobble from the impact which only frustrated you more.

“You want to talk about it sweetheart?” He asked condescendingly.

You – You UGH! My mission? Really??? You gave the mission that I’ve been working on for a year to fucking Lagoon Boy? You know Dick you typically take a girl out on a date before you fuck her over!” You seethed. He appeared infuriatingly calm in the face of your anger.

“Lagoon Boy’s skills were more suited to the mi-“

“I don’t give a flying fuck why you chose him. That was my case. You had no right.” You said accentuating your anger with sharp pokes to his chest.

“I had every right. I’m serving as team leader while Kaldur is home visiting Atlantis. That means I’m calling the shots and I say you’re off the mission. Get over it or go home.” He replied firmly, his mouth set in a hard line as you glared up at him. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife.

“You keep pushing this and I’m going to make your life a living hell Dick Grayson. I will not be sidelined.” You hissed.

“Is that a threat?” He asked, his eyes narrowing at you. You didn’t even flinch at his intense glare.

“It’s a fucking promise.” You swore before turning on your heel and storming off.


“I can’t believe him Red! He’s such a fucking ass!” You complained to your best friend. The two of you were sitting in the near abandoned grotto where all the tributes to the fallen are stored. This was usually a fairly private place since no one really liked to remember just how dangerous this job was. Red would know, her first love and boyfriend had his own hologram down here. You had offered to meet in a different place for her sake but she insisted that Jay would have wanted us to meet where we had always met. Jason was your friend too but it was hard to see your friend be so torn up over his death.

“Didn’t you have a crush on him?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“When we were kids sure but I’d never be with him now. Not in a million years. I have standards Red, standards that include not being the most infuriating person to walk on Earth.” You swore.

“It sounds like to me you’re just frustrated that he won’t roll over and give you whatever you want at the drop of the hat.” She shrugged.

“I’m angry that he won’t let me work on the case that I’ve been working on for a year!” You cried. You worked yourself to the bone to get to where you were in the case and to have him step in and just hand it over to another team member to finish, it pissed you off more than anything.

“Have you ever thought that maybe he’s just trying to protect you?” She offered.

“Seriously? You’re taking his side?” You asked incredulously. How could your best friend defend this jerk? Wasn’t she supposed to take your side on this instead of making excuses for Dick?

“No I’m just saying that maybe you’re misreading the situation.” She shrugged. You scoffed at the notion.

“I’m not –“ You started to say before you were cut off by a blaring alarm warning the presence of an intruder. You and your friend immediately dropped the conversation and sprinted toward where the alert was coming from. A whirl of yellow sped past you just as you were about to enter the briefing room.

“Shit!” You swore, turning around to follow the speedster intruder. The yellow blur turned around and ran straight back towards you. Expecting it to run straight into you, you braced yourself for what you knew would be a painful impact but instead you were surprised to find that the young speedster wrapped you up in a tight hug.

“Hey Mrs. Grayson! Long time no see! Ha! How are the kids?” He asked, his words coming out only just slow enough to recognize what he was saying. He glanced around your body and saw something that made his eyes widen. “Welp gotta go now! See you later Mrs. G!” He waved before racing away.

“Why didn’t you take him out?” Dick shouted jogging up to you.

“I was going to but then he … hugged me.” You said still trying to grapple with what had just happened. You were so many levels of confused.

“Well what’s your excuse?” He snapped turning to look accusingly at Red. She shrugged and didn’t offer him an answer. Dick sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t have time for this right now. Just … spread out and try to corner him alright?” He said before running back in the opposite direction of where the speedster was heading.

“Something you want to tell me Mrs. Grayson?” Red leaned over and asked you, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. You put your hand over her face and turned her grinning face away from you.

“No.”


It took a while but eventually the team was able to apprehend the mysterious speedster. It didn’t take much before he confessed that he was the Flash’s grandson from the future. He certainly had the proof to back up his claims.

If he was from the future that made wonder about what he had said to you when you first ran into each other.

“So … Bart was it? You’re from the future?” You asked sitting next the the young boy in the kitchen. He had been rifling for food in the fridge and eventually made himself a gargantuan sandwich filled to the brim with the oddest ingredients.

“Yes ma’am.” He answered taking a wide bite out the sandwich.

“Can I ask you something? About the future?” You asked hesitantly.

“I make no promises.” He responded.

“Understood.” You nodded. “You said something when we first met. You called me Mrs. Grayson. You want to tell me why?” You asked the seemingly simple question.

“It’s your name isn’t it? You are married to Nightwing right?” He asked. Your eyes widened and you heard Red start to cackle hysterically from the living room.

Noooooo.” You corrected immediately.

“Whoops. My bad. Forget I said anything then.” He said.

“Hold up. Am I married to him in the future?” You asked.

“I really should talk about –“ He started to argue but you cut him off before he could finish.

“Tell me!” You insisted firmly.

“Well I guess I’ve already said this much.” He sighed. “Yeah. You guys are the most disgustingly in love couple that I’ve ever met. Well you and the Todd’s really. Speaking of which where is Jason?” He said.

“Dead.” You answered simply. Suddenly Red’s laughing ceased.

“Oh. History never was my best subject.” He laughed, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“Look kid, you’re nice and you clearly come from a future but are you sure you’re from this universe’s future. Nightwing and I … we aren’t even friends. I’m sorry but I highly doubt I’d ever marry him.”

“Look Mrs. G,”

“Please don’t call me that.” You insisted.

“I only know what I know.” He continued without hesitation. “One of your grandkids is a good friend of mine.”

“Oh god. I think I’m going to be sick.” You groaned.


“Thanks again Commissioner Gordon. This intel is really going to help.” Dick thanked the older man, holding up the flash drive that was just given to him.

“Anytime, son. It’s the least I can do after all these years of service that you and the Bat have given this city.” Gordon responded.

“It’s all in a day’s work Commish.” Nightwing smiled.

“Are you alright kid? You seem a little off tonight.” Gordon asked. He had known Robin, Nightwing, whatever name he goes by for years but the young man didn’t seem as chipper as he usually was.

“Just girl problems. Nothing too worrying, I assure you.” Dick brushed off. He had to admit that you had been on his mind a lot lately. He hated how antagonist your relationship with him had become. He had been such good friends with you when you were both just kids and now … well you two were lucky if you walked away from a conversation without being at each other’s throats.

“Oh?” Gordon questioned. “It’s that girl that bring along sometimes isn’t it? The one that you bicker with? It’s funny, you two remind me of a couple that came into the precinct back when I was still just a detective. They came from rival circus families and boy did they act like it. They bickered the entire time I was watching over them but not long after the family feud is patched up and these two come back in engaged and utterly lovesick. They offered to name their first born after me, you know.” Gordon reminisced one of the oddest cases he had ever been assigned. Unfortunately the young circus couple famously died after their trapeze line was tampered with, leaving their young son orphaned.

“I’m pretty sure this girl hates me. She’s made that pretty clear.”

“There’s a fine line between love and hate, Nightwing. Give it time.” Gordon encouraged. Dick chuckled and shook his head at the idea that you could ever grow to have feelings other than annoyance for him

“I hope you’re as good at giving relationship advice as you are at your job.” Nightwing joked.

“I’m old, Nightwing. I think I know a thing or two.” He argued.

“If you’re right, I’ll be sure to send you a wedding invitation.” Nightwing said lightheartedly, not really thinking that your relationship would ever get to that level. It just seemed so far off considering where the two of you were now. Gordon though, he had seen stranger couples develop. He believed wholeheartedly that these kids would eventually come to find kindred souls in one another.

“I expect nothing less.”

“BATMAN IS NEVER JEALOUS” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

#5. “Who the fuck is this guy!? “My brother….” “Sure! Sure he is!”

Here we go for jealous Bruce Wayne, because that’s what this prompt inspired me to write. Boom, hope you’ll like it I’m a bit unsure about this one, feedbacks are welcome : 

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Damian was a bit confused. Usually, on patrol, they would like…do things. Catch criminals. Stop bank robberies. Save widows and orphans.

Yes, Damian was utterly confused as to why tonight, his father and him were following…his mom. Not Talia. You. He never considered Talia his mother, he came to that realization the first time you made him hot cocoa and cookies after he had a rough day, and just…talked to him. Asked him how he was feeling. Just genuinely cared for him, something Talia Al’Ghul never did. 

She was his mother, but you were his mommy. 

And so, tonight, as he was jumping from a building to another, following you through the dark street of Gotham, he wasn’t really sure what was going on. 

Oh my God…Were you a criminal ? Was he going to loose you because his father was going to put you behind bars ? But he loves you ! How could he ? 

If it came to that, Damian decided that he would fight his dad, giving you enough time to escape. Yes. He would save you. There was no way he was letting his mommy go in prison, no matter what she did…

His father was talking to Dick about something happening in North Gotham. He then proceeded to call Tim to ask him to go to the docks join Jason because some big drug deal was going on…And once again, Damian wondered why they were tracking you instead of taking care of the real issues. 

He looked down in the street, you were at a small cafe, ordering a huge cup of coffee, that he knew was probably the blackest beverage ever. You liked it that way. But that’s it. You were getting coffee. Sure it was 10:30 pm but like, you couldn’t always just stay at the Manor right ? You’d be bored ! 

Besides, you were a writer, you often came to get coffee at night with your notebook, you always said it brought you lots of inspiration (he loved your stories, and was your number one beta reader). 

It wasn’t an unusual thing for you to be out, getting coffee (even if Gotham was dangerous at night, you knew how to defend yourself thanks to your Husband’s training, and besides, one of your sons kinda always had an eye on you anyway…just to be sure), so again, why were they here ? Why weren’t they on the docks, with Tim and Jason, to fight some real criminals ? 

Bruce refused to let Damian patrol alone so far, which is why he was with him, but usually, he’d explain what was going on you know ? Not able to contain himself anymore, Damian asked : 

-Father…why are we spying on mom ? 

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When they get jealous

OSWALD COBBLEPOT

Originally posted by c0bbl3p0t


  • The bitch that tried to hit on you better run
  • bc the king of Gotham is going after him/her
  • He would mock them 
  • and make them feel bad for trying to flirt with you
  • “Trying to hit on [Y/N] [L/N]? Amateur…”
  • HE WOULD GIVE THEM THE GLARE
  • You make sure that he knows that you only have eyes for him
  • and that you love him a lot
  • But he would still hold you close
  • because he doesn’t want to lose you

EDWARD NYGMA

Originally posted by kvintessenciya


  • o boi
  • riddle boi is mad af
  • the ‘fite me m8′ glare  (ง'̀-‘́)ง
  • “I’m sorry.I didn’t know they were taken”
  • “You better be sorry
  • You have a pretty heated make out session later
  • and he tries to show you that you cannot find anyone better then him
  • but you already know that 
  • the guy has a pretty big ego 
  • but you love him

BRUCE WAYNE

Originally posted by gothamfox


  • he wouldn’t really notice at first
  • but when he does
  • #JealousBat
  • “I didn’t know they were taken.I should have asked”
  • Exactly.
  • He gives everyone the bat glare
  • At school, sometimes guys would sit down next to you
  • but Bruce will have suspicions of the guys’s intentions
  • “Can you move?”
  • “Why?”
  • “Because i want to sit next to him/her

JAMES GORDON

Originally posted by twofacedharveydent

  • Awkward glares
  • “Excuse me?”
  • You would hide behind his back 
  • “Were you flirting with my girlfriend/boyfriend?”
  • “D-Detective Gordon, i’m so sorry - i didn’t know-”
  • Awkward walk home
  • but then
  • “I love you”
  • “I love you too, so stop being jealous you doofus”
  • He makes up for it 
Stalker

rompts: Combination of this one-shot where you’re batmom and just came back from a long business trip and all the kids missed you & when you get home you get shot by an unknown outside the manor in front of Damian who felt something was off? If we survive it’s up2u AND THIS one where Batmom has a stalker? And maybe she doesn’t want to tell Batman right away because she thinks she can handle it?

Requested by: @imagination-factory

AN: Warning there will probably be tears, but not for the reason you think …

Words:1089


          “My boys!!!!!” You open your arms as the boys run forward. You’re nearly driven to the ground by the force of four hugs. You make sure to hug each of your sons individually, before they begin fighting for your attention.

          You listen to the bickering as it turns from who your favorite is, to who’s the best baker of all things. Each boy takes a bag, and starts heading towards the house. Taking a deep breath, you smile at the man leaning against the door frame.

          Bruce is dressed in jeans and a sweater, a look you prefer to his usual suit. He looks relaxed and happy, something that never fails to fill you with joy. You open your arms again, as he begins walking towards you with his usual smirk.

          When he finally pulls you in for a hug, you take a deep breath, breathing in his scent. He’s big, and warm, and contrary to popular belief, quite cuddly. “I missed you.”

          He just laughs, “I missed you more. The bed is incredibly cold without you in it.”

          You just smile, as you begin walking towards the house. You can hear the boys arguing inside, when all of a sudden your steps falter. Not understanding what’s going on, you start to fall, and as Bruce catches you, the first tingles of pain hit you. And then it’s a searing pain. Sound disappears, and your eyesight starts to go fuzzy. The last thing you see is Bruce’s face, before everything goes black.  

          You wake up to something squeezing your arm. Your mouth is dry, and your head is fuzzy. Opening your eyes, you’re grateful that the lights are dimmed low. Turning your head to the side, you smile at the sight of Bruce. His eyes go a little wide, before he moves forward. He crouches down next to you. “Hey,” he whispers before pushing hair back from your face.

          You voice cracks a bit when you speak, “What happened?”

          “You were shot, by a man who appears to have been stalking you for quite some time. He escaped, but Jim is on the case.” You let out a small groan. Bruce runs a hand over his face, having gathered the meaning, “You knew about him?”

          You nod, “He kept showing up wherever I was. He sent flowers and food. I had my assistant throw everything away. Security went through everything too, there was nothing harmful in any of it, but I didn’t want to take a chance.”

          Bruce just nods, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

          “It all started after the Joker had escaped a few months ago. You and the boys were so stressed; I didn’t want to add to that.”

             Bruce’s hand covers yours, “You come first.”

          You give a small smile, “I honestly didn’t think he was a threat.”

          Bruce finally leans in and kisses you, “Next time, please just tell me when you have a stalker.”

          “Deal.”

          It takes a week before the doctors let you out of the hospital. The bullet had just barely missed your spine, and had hit a major artery on its way out. It was only Bruce’s knowledge of how to slow the bleeding that had kept you alive.

          The boys baby you over the next few days, they won’t even let you carry a bowl of soup. About a week after you get home, Jim alerts you that your stalker, and would be killer, had been caught. Caught in a room with pictures of you pasted everywhere. After several psychiatric tests it became clear that he had created a delusional relationship with you after you had complimented him for some computer work he had done in your office.  

          Apparently, you having left the country on the business trip was what set him off. Not being able to see you or observe you had driven him into a more violent psychosis. In the end, he’s sentenced to a stint in Arkham. That doesn’t reassure you, or your boys.

When he turns up dead in his cell one morning, there’s a lot of shuffling in the house. Eyes cut to Jason more often than they should, the curiosity is there but no one is brave enough to actually ask if he had done it.

You do your best to block it from your mind. You know Jason’s code is different than the others. You know he kills, but no one has ever killed for you before and that makes you a little nauseous.

About a week after the murder, you come home to what should be an empty manor. Bruce is at work, Tim and Damian are at school, and Jason and Dick were on a mission. So when you enter the Manor and hear frustrated screaming, you’re more than a little confused.

You follow the sound to the back yard to find Damian attacking a tree with a blade. He’s going at the tree as though it had demanded he go back to the league. As you get closer, you stop at sword’s length away and say, “Damian.”

He freezes mid swing. Slowly he turns to face you. And that’s when you notice. He’s thinner than he should be, there are dark circles under his eyes, and he won’t meet your gaze.

You move forward slowly. Stopping in front of him, you take the sword from his hand, and when you place a hand on his shoulder, he shrugs it off. “Damian,” you whisper. You do it again, and this time he gives into the touch, before the tears start rolling down his cheeks. He collapses into your arms, and you gently sink to the ground with him, tossing the sword to the side.

“It was me.”

You run your fingers through his hair, “What was you?”

“It was me who killed him.”

You freeze, “What?”

He straightens a bit, “I killed the stalker. Todd was going to do it, but I beat him to it. He found me in the cell, he’s the one who got me out, and cleaned up.”

You take a deep breath, “Oh, Damian.”

You pull him closer and you let him cry, “It shouldn’t bother me. I’ve killed before. I killed the entire time growing up, so why does it bother me now? Why?”

You’re not quite sure what to say, “Oh, my baby.”

“I couldn’t let him hurt you again. I can’t lose you. You’re my mom.”

You don’t say anything else, you just pull him in closer, and let him cry.

Attempts and Guilt
Could you write an imagine where the reader is Bruce’s S/O and is constantly trying to get Damian’s approval but he refuses to let her in and then one night he overhears her talking to Bruce about how much it upsets her?

Bruce Wayne x Reader

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You didn’t think you were a bad person. You were a well liked person, one of the many reasons Bruce loved you. He was infatuated with your personality, you always managed to bring a smile to his face. A relationship had blossomed between the two of you, it was perfect. But there was one big obstacle that had popped in the way recently , well not that big, actually it was very small, Damian Wayne.

He did not like you at all. You understood that you weren’t his mother, even though he wasn’t a big fan of his biological mother either. Damian was not comfortable with his father being in a relationship, even if you two had been together long before he had walked into the picture.

The rest of the boys adored you, especially Tim, you had a soft spot for him. Another reason why Damian wasn’t warming up to you. Jason always came to you to talk about his problems, you were like his mother, scratch that you were his mother just not biologically. Dick loved to annoy you but he acted like a baby when you were around, always searching for your attention.

But Damian, he did everything in his power to ignore you. You had tried talking to him about his interests, taking him out, playing video games with him, and you even went to all his award ceremonies at school since Bruce rarely went. You had tried desperately for him to like you, for him to accept you.

It had been putting you down lately, you wanted to make Damian a part of your family. You wanted him to like you and be comfortable around you. It didn’t take long for Bruce to notice your depressing behavior.

“What’s wrong?” You rolled over to face Bruce, “What do you mean?” Bruce pushed a few strands of your hair back, his eyes softening at your sad expression.

“I know you better than you know yourself, something’s bothering you.” You knew better than to lie to him, he would see through the lie in a second. He was a detective after all.

“Damian doesn’t like me.”

Outside the bedroom door a little someone halted their movements as they heard their name. Damian curiously put his ear to the door, wanting to know why his name was involved in a conversation.

“He doesn’t like you?” Bruce urged you to go on, “I’ve been trying to get him to warm up to me since he’s got here, but every time
I try to get closer to him he pushes me away. He can’t even stand to be in the same room as me.” You explained sadly, your eyes reddened at how hurt you felt.

Bruce began to console you but Damian, he felt horrible. No matter how much he wanted to hate you he couldn’t, you were too much of an amazing person for him to dislike you. You had tried countless times to get to know him and it secretly had warmed his heart that someone cared so much, the someone had so much interest in him. But he had been selfish and rude, he had instead lashed at you and ignored your attempts.

Damian was mad at himself for not giving you a chance, you had welcomed him into your household. The kid who was your husband’s son but nothing of yours. You didn’t know he even existed until that point, but instead of judging and hating him you tended to all his needs.

Damian knew he had to make it up to you, he could here your choked sobs from outside the door. He walked towards Tim’s room, something he would never do unless it was an emergency.

He knocked on the wooden door, “What?” Tim opened the door with a curious expression.

“I need your assistance, I’ve made a big mistake.”

Sour Girl

 Warning: Smut, DD/LG Kink, Daddy kink, Age Gap, Spankings, Language, A Little Bit of Clark Kent ;), Slight Angst, (OC is not under-aged, she’s 23)

Summary: “Little girls get spankings..”

Author’s Note: I combined two request together; hope you enjoy :) 

Request(s): 1. “Hii, i was watching married with children and there’s a scene when somebody ask to the girl “is he your daddy?” And she asked “Oh no, he’s my father” it was so funny, can you do something like that with Bruce idk but in the other way, like “is he your father” “oh no, he’s my daddy” and Bruce reacting I bet will be funny, I hope is not too kinky lmao, sorry for my English btw”

2. “Can you please make some smut of Bruce being mad cuz the oc is way too young and she made fun of him acting like a brat or childlike and he’s going all “oh you wanna act like a little girl? Well, little girls get spanking.” also height difference cuz Ben Affleck is fucking 6′4 asdghk”

I watched as the small minx pranced around the kitchen in nothing but a pale pink, silk baby doll top and matching ruffled shorts. I had a business party to go to, and she was busying spilling pink lemonade all over the marble island. I was having second thoughts about bringing her along. I knew how people gave us dirty looks at these type of events, not only because of the scandalous dresses that clung to her tight body but the fact that I was above 35 years old and she was in her early twenties. It was fairly hard to keep up with her, the messes, uncontrollable hormones and high sex drive. But I wasn’t complaining, I couldn’t.

“Y/N, go upstairs and get dress. We don’t have time.” I walked over cleaning the sticky, sugary liquid off of the counter.   

“No..I don’t wanna.” She pouted, poking her bottom lip out more than usual. 

I turned, squinting my eyes at the hardheaded young woman in front of me. I hovered over her as a smug grin pulled at the corners of her plush lips. She stood on the tips of her toes, tugging at the black silk tie I was wearing. Her fingers brushing over the collar of my shirt, her small leg sliding in between my muscular ones. 

“You always looked so nice in a suit, Brucey.”  

I cringed at the nickname, and my jaw clenched feeling her small hand gripping my growing bulge. I rolled my neck in frustration, yanking her harshly by her bicep, bringing her closer to my body, almost lifting her off of her feet.

“Go upstairs and get dressed. I’m not going to tell you again.” I growled, pushing her towards the staircase. 

I realized that my bad temper did nothing but cause the bubbling excitement in her to erupt. The way her thighs clenched together and how her tongue snaked out to lick her lips obviously told it all. She stomped her foot and cross her arms as if she was a child that refused to go to bed when told to. 

“I said I don’t wanna. I don’t like how all those men stare at me like I’m a piece of meat.” She looked down at her bare feet with her arms behind her back, twisting to and fro. 

I walked back over to her, lifting her head up by her chin, my 6′4 frame towering over 5′2 one. 

“I wouldn’t dare let anyone lay a finger on you. Now, stop being a brat and throw on something pretty for daddy.” I gave her perfect ass a slap before she ran up the stairs to our bedroom, giggling. 

She was acting more bratty than usual, which made my palm twitch, maybe it was that time of the month for her. I put the pitcher of pink lemonade back into the fridge after pouring the half empty glass down the drain. She wanted to get the best out of me, I knew how badly she wanted me to take her over my knee and chastise her until her perfectly round ass was a pretty picture painted with black and blue. I wasn’t going to let her get me, not like that last time when she nearly wrecked the batmobile. I remember how she was barely able to get out of bed the following morning.     

About 25 minutes go by, I gave another look at my watch, she was still upstairs, doing god knows what. 

“We have 15 minutes to get there. What’s taking you so damn long?!” I yell upstairs, leaning my arm against the wooden banister. 

“Yeah, yeah.. I’m coming grandpa.”

I rolled my eyes at the childish remark before hearing the clicking of heels against wood, I rose my head being greeted by crimson red silk, sculpted collarbones and tight brown curls. 

“How do I look, grandpa?” She twirled around, her dress following behind her.

Before she could reach the last step, I grabbed her forearm , my mouth inches apart from hers. 

“Keep making those little jokes and you’ll have matching cheeks to go with that dress.” I smirked, pecking the tip of her nose.

She muttered something under her breath about old people on our way to the car, causing my jaw to clench and my palm to twitch for the 10th time this night. I held the door open, as she slid onto the Italian leather seats, the slit of her dress opening up a little more than it should, revealing that she’s bare underneath. I took a deep breath after closing the door, adjusting my collar, walking over to the driver’s side. The car ride consisted of dress lifting, thigh grabbing and sly remarks. God, how the hell was I going to get through this night?  

Once we stepped inside the luxurious mansion, we were already plummeted with glares and scoffs but soon welcomed with a warming smile and aligned liquors. 

“Glad you could make it Bruce.” Clark chimed, giving my shoulder an hearty grip. 

I returned the gesture with a friendly one-armed hug, Clark’s eyes wondered to the side of me causing me to pull away and my eyebrows to furrow. It wasn’t long until I noticed that Y/N was giving him bedroom eyes. 

“Is he your father?” Clark questioned as if I wasn’t standing right in front of them. 

“Oh no, he’s my daddy.”

My mouth parted open and my cock twitched against the zipper of my dress pants at her unexpected, shameless response. She looked up at me, giving me cherubic, doe eyes beneath long lashes, wrapping her tongue around the skinny straw of her dirty martini. I blinked at her twice before turning to Clark. 

“Excuse us.” I smiled keeping my lips in a firm, thin line before tugging Y/N off into the women’s bathroom. 

I gripped her chin harshly, my index and middle finger holding her face still as I cornered her against the wall. She looked up at me with those innocent eyes, again, as if she didn’t just call me her daddy in front of Clark fucking Kent.  

“You think you can just get away with acting like a spoiled brat tonight? Huh?”

My fingers digging more into the skin of her cheeks, hard enough to leave light red marks in the shape of fingertips. I smiled as she winced and shook her head vigorously, her rosy cheeks slightly mushed together causing her lips to pucker a bit. 

“You like acting like a little girl?” I snatched her by the thin straps of her dress, “Little girls get spankings..”

My cock throbbed at the struggled gasp that escaped her lips as I bent her over the sink of the public women’s bathroom. I lifted up the skimpy, red silk being greeted by her bare plump ass. I groaned at the sight, my hands running over the delicate skin of her ass cheeks, prepping her for the stinging sensation that she was about to endure. 

“I want you to count. If you lose count, I will start over.” I warned and she nodded willingly. 

I took a deep breath before my large hand slammed against the soft pad of her left ass cheek. I grinned to myself hearing the soft mewls rolling off her deceitful tongue. 

“1..” She choked out.

I could hear the tears already erupting in her voice which made my pants tighten a little more than they should have. I smirked as a bright red hand print started to form on the surface of the skin. I lifted my hand up, slamming it down once again, watching her tiny body jolt up in pleasurable agony. I did that about several times while she counted before our safe word slipped pass her quivering lips. I took a step back, basking in the sight of her swelling cheeks. She attempted to stand up straight but failed miserably, I wrapped my arms around the small of her back, my lips grazing the prominent vein on her neck, inhaling her succulent scent of milk and honey.

“This is what happens when little girls want to act like little whores.” I gestured towards her cherry tinted ass.

“I’m very sorry daddy.” She poked her bottom lip out , gaze to the bathroom floor.

I kissed her forehead gently , before helping stand up straight. She seethed as her fingertips brushed against her ass while fixing the skirt of her dress. I adjusted my tie whilst she wiped the smeared mascara from under her eyes.

“We’re going home. I need to have you.” I engulfed her hand in mine, bringing her knuckles up to my lips before leaving the bathroom back into the crowd of drunken snobs.

We urged through the crowd just to be stopped by Clark once again. I was nearly on the verge of losing my patience. I needed to have her now. I couldn’t help but get rock, hard at how flustered Y/N gets after a well-deserved punishment.

“Awe, leaving so soon?” Clark pouted, his words slightly slurred. Superman was tipsy, ha.

“Yeah, Y/N isn’t really well.” I put on a mock frown, before giving him a manly shoulder grip then exiting through the front door.

The car ride back composed of Y/N continuously folding and uncrossing her legs, almost similar to the car ride here. I didn’t get the chance to open the car door for her, before it flung open widely, and she jumped into my arms, her hands grabbing at my face and her lips providing me with sloppily, gift-wrapped kisses. I held her up by the backs of her thighs as I fought with the keys and lock of the large house we shared. We stumbled inside after finally managing to open the door, our lips still attached to each other’s. I let out a growl feeling her break the heated kiss before she pushed me on my back to the leather couch. She swung her legs over mine, as she fumbled with the buttons of my dress shirt after pushing my blazer off. I pushed the skimpy straps pass her shoulders exposing her perfectly, taut buds. I bowed my head, taking the left one into my mouth, my tongue creating circular motions around the peak. I watched in awe as she threw her head back, hair tousled over her the high points of her cheeks. Her small hands finding their way to undo my belt and slacks, that crooked smile displayed across her face as my rock, solid cock sprung out of my briefs. She took a hold of my cock in her hands, her thumb sweeping up the bead of precum that managed to form in the slit, earning a low groan from me. Her hand teasingly squeezing around my cock causing my breath to hitch and my body to stiffen. She started to rotate, up and down on my dick, in a torturing slow pace.

“Don’t tease me, doll.” I warned through clenched teeth.

“You’re no fun Batsy.” She gave me a mock pout before scooting back on her haunches, her grip tightened on my cock as she wrapped her soft lips around my tips, her tongue making long stokes up the sides.

Then she took all of me into her mouth reminding of how talented she was at this. I grabbed a fistful of her gathering it up in my hands before tugging roughly, effecting my cock to probe the back of her throat, smalls gags being muffled. She looked at me with doe eyes, smiling brightly with a mouthful.

“You’ve always looked so pretty with my cock down your throat.”

She nodded knowingly, her head bobbing back and forth , edging my release. I tugged her up by the mock ponytail I formed, refusing to cum without being inside of her first. I ran my thumb over the speck of spit and pre cum on her bottom lip, leaning down to tug at it with my teeth. She giggled against my lips sending vibrations throughout my body.

“I wanna ride you daddy.” Her tongue grazed over lip before she climbed onto my lap, wrapping her legs around my hips.

I was in complete fulfillment when she slid herself onto me, my hands went immediately to her waist, out of habit, guiding her up and down on my cock. Her hands tangled up into my unruly hair, tugging and pulling as she rode my cock. I smirked as my first name escaped from her soft lips causing me to bury myself deeper inside of her.

“You like that slut? Huh?” She moaned, nodding her head vigorously. “You’re so fucking tight.” I purred against her pulse.

I thrust into her a few more times before grabbing her by hips, flipping her on her side. She wrapped her left leg around mine as I held the back of her right thigh. I pull out of her almost completely then submerging my cock into her cunt, my balls slapping against her puckered hole.

“Harder.. Please.” She begged as I witnessed her eyes flutter and roll back.

I granted her wish, plowing harder into her, the feeling of worry crept in the back of my mind, at the thought of nearly tearing her apart. I wrapped my arms around her rib cage , my fingers toying with her rose bud nipples.

“Cum for me, little girl. Come on, cum for daddy.” I whispered, my hands snaking down her navel to the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs.

“Bruc-” Her gravelly voice was soon interrupted by the contracting of her cunt around my cock and the clenching in her stomach from her euphoric release.

I held her tighter to my body, thrusting into her practically lifeless body, riding into my orgasm, strings of my hot seed spewing into her heated mound. I wasted no time before I trailed kisses from the valley of her belly button down to the soft coils. My tongue flicked at her clit , gazing up at the beautiful nymph above me as she thrashed and squirmed underneath my tongue, cleaning up the concoction of our cum. I lifted my head, meeting my lips with hers letting her get a taste of the new flavor we created. I coddled her in my arms, pulling the sheet over her getting a glance at the fading red blotches formed from tonight’s earlier events, the room silencing from the frantic breathing.  Y/N examined me with squinted eyes tugging at the skin of her bottom lip with damp hair pressed to my chest. 

“How come you don’t call me your girlfriend?” She broke the silence. 

I clenched my jaw, sensitive about this particular subject. 

“Y/N, you know how I feel about-” 

“Don’t give me that. We’ve been together for 1 year and 8 months, and you still haven’t labeled me as your girlfriend. Are you embarrassed to be with me because I’m younger, or shall I say a little girl ?“She began to remove herself from my grip but I refused by pulling her back tightly to my chest before lifting up her face by the chin, forcing her to look at me, blinking away the tears that dared to fall.

“I love you. Don’t ever say I’m embarrassed of you. You’re my everything.. Lover, partner, soulmate, girlfriend, hopefully wife.” I gave her nose a soft peck watching her lips curl into the smile that I adore so much. 

“Really? Wife?” She attempted to hide her smile with her hands before I grabbed them. 

“Yes. Really.” I gave her lips one more longing kiss before she snuggled up to my chest. 

“I love you more, Batsy.”

“Did that miscreant hurt you, mother ?” - Batmom x Batfam

Requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera, and sorry cause, as I just finished writing it, I realize this probably wasn’t what you wanted at all…I hope you guys will like it

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-…And I swear if ANY of you set fire to anything again, you’ll be grounded for the next six months with NO chance of parol ok ? 

Your sons nod a bit grumpily (until you glare at them and then they nod vehemently : “yes m’am”), knowing damn well how serious you are right now, and already dreading the long gala that awaits them, and how well behaved they will all have to be. 

It means no flirting for Dick. It means no fighting for Jason. It means no sarcastic comments to people for Tim. It means…No talking or moving for Damian really, as he knows when he starts, he can never stop. He’d rather just stand by his parents or brothers and not talk at all (Gotham’s media thought he was mute for the longest time, until one day, he called a journalist that was asking him something rude a “troglodyte” and…of course it made every news papers’ headline…uh). 

It  basically means no-anything-that-could-get-them-in-trouble. And if you had to make a speech each times before a social event to keep your family out of the scandal news, then you would. Pictures of you guys buying groceries, or eating at a food truck, having fun at the local fair or you and Bruce kissing ? To be honest you know it comes with the package to be a Wayne. And you’re fine with this. But scandals ? It always upsets you too much to think anyone could think heal of your family…

Now of course, you know some people hate your family just because you’re rich and famous, but at least, it’s not because you did something that gives them an actual reason to hate you all. Besides, most of the time, it’s just misplaced jealousy. 

Those people had no idea what it really was like, to actually be Mrs. Wayne. The only thing they knew, was that yes, it seemed not that easy to raise those boys of yours as they also seemed very…full of life. But other than that, they had just not a single clue what it was to be Mrs. Wayne. If they thought it was easy, that you just bathed in wealth and you’re husband was just a damn sexy and smart bastard…then they were wrong. Of course he was smart and sexy, but oh, oh being his wife wasn’t easy. 

Being able to pull him away from his dark thoughts was a full time job. Cheering him up and making him smile, genuinely smile, was a constant struggle. But, of course, you wouldn’t have it any other way…And as he snakes an arm around your waist to lead you toward tonight’s gala, your boys chatting with each other in front of you, you know that yes, this is all worth it.

You’d go through Hell for Bruce Wayne. If those journalists and people who judged you and your family could also go to hell in the process…Ahem. 

And oh how cute is it, that your boys try to make sure to be right in front of the cameras’ flashes so they don’t blind you ? Those kids…

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You’re used to it. The silence whenever you all arrive somewhere. 

It’s always the same. 

Outside, it’s mayhem. 

People screaming things at you, how much they all love you. Journalists yelling questions in your face, girls swooning over your husband (it doesn’t annoy you as much as it used to, as you understood long ago that Bruce was somehow completely impermeable to this attention, that he only had eyes for you, quite literally). 

But when you get inside, where photographers and such are forbidden…

Complete silence for a few seconds, as people take in the “great and famous” Wayne family. As people stare at you all shamelessly. 

How handsome your sons are getting (”the oldest one, Richard, he’s legal right ?” you heard more than once), how well dressed you all are (everyone is, but you guys ? You pull it off better than any other rich fucks in this town), how perfect your family is (Haha. Hahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)…There’s always a small silence, before conversations start once again, your boys go off on their own to find drinks and food, and Bruce get swarmed by tons of people that wants to talk to him. 

Years ago, you used to hate this. Because they all always ignored you. But now ? Now people want to talk to you as much as they want to talk to Bruce…Though sometimes they’re a little scared of your wits. They’re very careful not to be rude around you. Just like Damian (and Hannibal Lecter actually…though you don’t eat people), rudeness is your pet peeve. 

This time is just like any other time, except that the silence is way shorter than usual. It takes you a few seconds to register what’s going on, and when you go completely stiff in Bruce’s arms. Instantly, he gives you a worried look and do not understand what made you so tense all of a sudden, when, while it’s still supposed to be silent around, he hears the smuggest voice he ever heard in his entire life (and he spend his life around smug people…) : 

-(Y/N) !! Oh my oh my oh my, long time no see my little fox ! It’s so gooooood to see you ! 

“Who was that guy ?” is what everyone was thinking right now. How dare he interrupt this sacred few seconds of silence while they were all admiring the Waynes ? And how dare he talk to Mrs. Wayne like that, in front of her husband who was known to be a bit…territorial sometimes with her ? (After all, they witnessed countless times him kissing you passionately because someone even remotely flirted a tiny bit with you…). 

That guy…That guy was Edward Gibson. 

The only man besides Bruce with whom you had a serious relationship with. 

The only man (and hopefully he’ll always stay the only man) that broke your heart. 

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Tea Party Tears

Request: Request for batsis where she gets into a big fight with the boys or Bruce and she disappears for a bit and they try to find her? Thank you :)

A/N: changed it up just a bit, also this is Very long. Like, six pages on google docs and almost two thousand words.

Warnings: Angsty, neglect, I think that’s all?

Relationship: Batfam x Reader


You were just wanting some quality time with your family, but they were always busy. They always slept or were at school when you were awake and were always awake in the dead hours of the night while you were asleep. Your father was never really around, he had a business to run and always left after the rare occasion of eating dinner with you. Sometimes he wouldn’t be home for days, and for some strange reason, he’d always return with bruises that weren’t there when he had left.

“Daddy, will you color with me before bed?” You asked holding up you coloring book. He looked at you for a moment before nodding.

“I’ll be there in a moment sweetie.” He told you before looking back to whatever file was on his desk.

“Okay!” You said excitedly running back to your room with a skip in your step. By the time you finished your second coloring page your father still hadn’t come, with the intention of reminding him, you made your way to his office only to find the desk he was previously sitting at was abandoned.

Climbing into his big desk chair you spin yourself around and around. Your were planning on waiting  on him until Alfred knocked on the door.

“Miss Y/N?” He called softly. “I do believe it’s time for bed.”

“Okay Alfie, I was-” you cut yourself off with a yawn. “I was just waiting for daddy.” You hop down from the chair and grab Alfred’s outstretched hand. “He was going to color with me.”

“I’m afraid your father left before he could.” Alfred tells you sadly, tucking you into bed. “I’m deeply sorry.”

“You’re still coming to my tea party tomorrow right?” You ask before the old man can leave.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world Miss Y/N.” Alfred says with a smile before turning off the lights and shutting your door.


As you ate breakfast the doorbell rang. When Alfred answered it you heard two familiar voices. Stepping into the room were your two oldest brothers.

“Dickie! Jay!” You cheered running as fast as your short legs would go to engulf them in a hug.

“Hey Y/n, how are you kid!” Dick asked picking you up.

“I’m good!” You say happily. “I’m a big kid now!”

“No way!” Dick said humoring you.

“Yeah way! I’m having a tea party today, will you come?”  You asked hoping he’d say yes. “I’m helping Alfred make the tea and everything!”

“Of course we’ll come sport.” Jason told you ruffling up your hair. “Any idea where your old man is?”

“In his study, come on I’ll show you.” You tell your brothers running towards your father’s office. You open the door and don’t bother waiting for the two men who are still a couple steps behind. “Daddy, Jay and Dick are here.” He barely acknowledges you. “I was wondering if you were still coming to my tea party?”

“Yes of course.” He said not looking up at you. With a big grin, you giggle and run out of his office to help Alfred bake cookies. Putting the delicious treats into the oven, Alfred lifts you up to set the timer.

“While those bake, why don’t you go find Master Tim and Damian, and see if they’d like to come to your special day.” He says grabbing some cleaning supplies from the closet. “And I’ll clean up the kitchen.”

“Okay Alfie!” You cheer running through the halls of the manner. Knocking on your brothers door, you push it open to find him half asleep on his bed.

“Timmy, will you come to my tea party? It’d mean a lot.”

“Huh? Sure Y/n whatever you say.” Tim says groggily, lifting his head up before letting it fall back onto his pillow. With an excited smile you shut the door to his room.

“Night Timmy.” You whisper loudly giggling before going off to find the youngest of your older brothers. You catch him feeding Titus, your favorite of his pets. “Hi Dami!”

“Hello Y/N.” he sighs looking at you with his hands on his hips.

“Will you come to my tea party today please?” You ask sweetly with your hands placed behind your back.

“Tt, I probably have more important duties to do, but I’ll try.” Damian tells you. You expected some type of Bitterness from him though. After all, it was Damian, his only emotion just happened to be bitterness.

“Great! I’ll see you there Damian!” You say trotting back to the kitchen where Alfred was pulling out the cookies. Your party was going to be the best!


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I Love You

Prompt: Can you do a batsis imagine where she knows she’s going to die and she’s says her goodbyes and everyone thinks she’s just being sentimental and don’t take her seriously and are ‘ok, love you’. Until she’s actually dead do they realise that she knew she was going to die please? Thanks

Requested by: ANON

AN: Last week’s session produced some really angsty prompts, so enjoy.


    “Alfred, you make the best cookies.”

    The older man smiles, “A high compliment coming from you, Miss Wayne.”

    You smile and rest your head on the counter. You take in the sounds of Alfred’s cooking and the smell of food. The combination makes you feel safe. It reminds you of good times.

    Cracking your eyes open, you find Alfred smiling at you. You smile back and say, “I love you Alfred. You know that, right?”

    “Always, Miss Wayne. Always.”

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    You focus on the screen, determined to beat Tim into the ground. Sure enough, your car comes in first. You jump up and do a ridiculous victory dance before typing your name into the winner’s spot. Tim stares at you with a raised eyebrow. You stare back for a moment, before grabbing a pillow and whacking him in the head.

    It turns into an all out pillow fight. By the time you’re done, you’re both lying on the floor surrounded by feathers. You grin as Tim sneezes. Smiling you say, “I love you Tim, you know that, right?”

    He stares at you for a minute, “I figured that out the first time you let me win at Mario Kart.” You just smile.

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    You cling to Jason for dear life. You try to bury your head under the blanket, but the sound still gets through. Jason wraps an arm around your shoulders, “I don’t know why you put yourself through these movies.”

    You peek out from under the blanket, and find the television screen gore free, “‘Cause you love these horrible things.”

    He smiles, “Are you sure Bruce is your dad? You hate violence, gore, and anything remotely scary.”

    You smile, “He’s my dad, just like you’re my brother.”

    He smiles at you, “And you’re my little sister.” He pulls you close as another scary scene comes up.

    You bury your face in his shoulder and say, “I love you Jason.”

    “I love you too squirt.”

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    “This gelato is amazing.”

    Dick smiles at you, “Told you Blüdhaven isn’t that bad.”

    You roll your eyes, “It’s too far away.”

    “It’s thirty minutes away.”

    “Still too far.”

    “Anything outside the manor is too far for you.”

    “Which is why you should move home.”

    You both grin at each other, knowing that it won’t happen. Dick’s been gone for two years now, and as much as you miss him, you cherish these brother-sister days. He wraps you in a hug, careful of your gelato, “You’re welcome to come and visit anytime.”

    “Even if Barbara is over?” He hesitates, “What about Kori?”

    “Ummm…”

    “Oh, how about Zee?”

    He squeezes you tight before letting go, “You are welcome anytime.”

    You sigh, “I love you Dick, you know that right?”

    “I know, baby sister. Forever and always.”

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    You lean back in your seat and watch as your younger brother shifts gears, “I think you’re a fine driver.”

    “I’m better than you.”

    “A dog is better than me.” Damian smiles.

    “So what’s with sneaking out the Batmobile?”

    You shrug, “I like the looks on the bad guys’ faces as we drive by.”

    “Father will be mad if he finds out.”

    “He’s off world. He won’t find out.”

    “As long as we stay away from the martians.” Damian adds.

    You nod, “As long as we stay away from the martians.”

    There’s a moment of silence before you say, “I love you, Dami.”

    “I love you too.”

    You nod, “Good, then open this baby up, and let’s see what she can do!”

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    You wait for him to come in. You’re lying on the couch, draped in a blanket. He stares at you from the doorway, he looks at you as though he doesn’t know you. When you try to sit up, he motions you down. He walks over to you, and sits down next to you.

    You sit up enough that you can snuggle into his side. He strokes your hair for a moment, before he says, “You should have contacted me.”

    “You were off world.”

    “There are ways and you’re…”

    “Dying? Yep. Have been for over three months apparently.”

    “And there’s nothing?”

    You look up at your dad, “It’s too far gone. Nothing they can do. I checked. Double and triple checked.”

    “I would have come home. I would have spent time with you.”

    You smile up at him, “A lot of people would have died if you’d done that. Plus it gave me a chance to say goodbye to my brothers.”

    “Do they know?”

    You shake your head, “Nope. I don’t want them to.”

    He nods, and pulls you closer, “We can’t escape death.” He still doesn’t say anything.

“Be grateful, daddy.”

    “How the hell can I be grateful when you’re…?”

    You smile, “We get to say goodbye. I’m sorry that I have to leave you behind. I know you hate that, but… we get closure.”

    “Closure?”

    You nod, “You get to know that I’m not scared. That I’m leaving a lot of pain behind. You get to know that I love you. You get to hear it.”

    You feel tears drip onto your face, and you reach up to wipe a few off your father’s face, “I love you, daddy.”

    He’s crying now, “I love you too baby girl.”

    And with a smile you fall asleep.