Young Justice Batmom: Part 3
Prompt: Batmom in the young Justice universe
AN: I love diving into this universe. This first part is a little short, but the next parts will be longer. Thanks to my wonderful Beta’s who are plowing through my stories!
“So, how’d the talk with Clark go?” Bruce’s scowl tells you everything you need to know, “That well huh?”
“He insists that he’s not the boy’s father.”
Your small little laugh has Bruce frowning, and you immediately move towards your husband. Going up on your toes you pull him in for a kiss. It’s long and slow, and totally inappropriate for a workplace setting. All you can think is that it’s a good thing that Bruce’s office is locked. You have about three more hours until you have to pick up Dick and head to the mountain.
“What else did he say?”
Bruce takes a seat before gently pulling you into his lap “That he needs me and Red.”
You smile “Maybe he’s right.”
Bruce raises an eyebrow at that, “You want to adopt him?”
You shake your head, “We obviously can’t do that, too many roads would lead to you being Batman. That doesn’t mean that we can’t make ourselves available, that we can’t be there for him. The kid needs somebody, and right now Clark isn’t up for the job.”
Bruce just smiles, before gently cupping your face and kissing you, “My beautiful crazy wife.”
Three and a half hours later finds you back at the mountain. You watch the training for a bit before watching Superboy wander off on his own. You follow him outside where he’s sitting on a ledge. You sit down next to him, but you don’t say anything. You know that he’ll talk when he’s ready.
Sure enough, after about ten minutes he says, “Robin says you’re a good person to talk to.”
You smile, “I’d like to think that it comes with the whole mom territory.”
There’s another moment of silence before he says, “I feel lost. Superman wants nothing to do with me, and I have no one. When I was being fed those pictures and information by the genomes they sometimes showed me this picture of a mom, a dad and a kid, of a family. And it makes me mad that I don’t have one of those.”
The boy sitting next to you is bigger than you, but he’s just that, a boy. You lean back and take a deep breath of the ocean air, “They have this saying that blood is thicker than water,” You pause, and make sure to look him in the eye for the next part, “I hate that saying. Family comes in all different forms and shapes. In the grand scheme of things, unless you need a transfusion, I find that blood means very little. Caring about someone, loving someone, that comes from the heart, hun. You have a family, here with the team if you choose to accept it. And me, I am always here for you,” You hand him a card, “You need me, have a question, or if you just want to talk, you give me a call.”
“I …I don’t know what to say.”
You lean forward and hug him. He’s very stiff for a moment before he relaxes into it. Then, after a moment he begins to shake, and the sobs come a moment later. You just hold him closer and stroke his hair and you say, “Let it out it baby boy, let it. It’s okay to cry. Just remember that you are so very loved,” When his arms encircle you, you know he’s heard you.
You don’t let go until he does. You offer him a tissue, which he gladly takes, and then you wait for him to compose himself. He gives you a small smile before heading back inside, along with a thanks. Then you just sit there and wait.
Sure enough he comes out of the shadows a moment later, and sits on the opposite side Superboy had been on. He snuggles into your side and you wrap your arm around him. Your hand goes to his head, and you run his fingers through his hair. It’s coarser than it had been when he was eight. You suppose that comes from his time spent in the elements. You kiss his forehead before asking, “Were you jealous baby bird?”
“No, Superboy needed someone, and as Batman says, you were the best one for the job. As long as it doesn’t become a regular thing, we’re okay.”
You let out a little laugh “Dick!”
“It’s Robin, Batmom, Robin!”
The smile doesn’t leave your face as you kiss his head, “Baby Bird, you have a bad case of only child syndrome.”
“I do not!” You look at him for a moment and watch as he visibly deflates, “I’ve already lost one mom; I don’t want to lose another.”
You squeeze him tight in response, “You’re not going to lose me, Robin. You might have to share me a bit, but you’ll never lose me.”
You look him in the eye as best you can, and curse the fabric hiding both your eyes and his, “A lot of your teammates don’t have a mom, Robin, and in some instances they’re going to need one. My job here is to be not only your support system but theirs as well. That being said, you automatically get more time with me.”
He perks up a bit at that, “So I’m your favorite?”
You give him one more squeeze before standing up and walking back into the cave. You pause at the entrance to grin at your son, and teasingly say, “Mother’s don’t have favorites, Batmom, especially doesn’t.”
He just grins and races after you, grabbing your arm and chatting your ear off the entire way back to the main cavern, as he tries to convince you that he’s the best one.