Prompt: Maybe something in which the girls of the batfam can get some spotlight? And can you do one with batmom being related to harley or ivy and the batfam finding out Requested by: justplaindontask and ANON
AN: for the second prompt I ended up making it Batsis. Hope that’s okay
Girls night had become a tradition early one. Putting on a cute outfit, with great shoes, was a must when you spent most of your nights sweating in spandex and covered in grime. Your heels were higher than was practical, and you knew that ten minutes into dancing you’d be sliding them off, but you were prepared for that. You had a pair of flats in your purse ready to go.
You slip out of your room, and down to the garage. You start the car quietly and keep going. You pull in front of the restaurant and find your group already there. Stephanie is mid way through her third shot when you sit down, Barbara has a margarita in front of her, and Cass is sucking down a long island ice tea. They hoot as you walk up.
Barbara smiles, “Now I know your dad didn’t see you leave the house in that dress.” You glance down at the black halter top dress. You smile and do a little shimmy.
“He and the boys were in the cave, I slipped away unnoticed.” You order a martini, and an appetizer. And the chit chat starts. You cover everything from Dick’s freakout about Barbara’s latest mission, to Stephanie’s latest prank on Damian. You fill them in about school. Cass simply grins through the whole thing.
When she nods towards the ladies approaching you, you raise an eyebrow in question. Your mother winks at you, and her friends sit down at the table. She kisses you cheek, “And how is my darling daughter?”
You stare at Pamela. Your existence had come from a seduction gone wrong. She’d been out to use Bruce Wayne’s money to pressure people into giving into her commands. One plant based love potion later and you were created. She still claimed your father was one of the best men alive, even if she didn’t have a clue that he was the same man who stopped her every scheme.
But your mother had always claimed that you were the most precious thing in her life. Her greatest masterpiece. She’d managed to hide your existence for a while, to keep her nose clean. But the call was too much, and when she had gone back to Arkham, your father had been gifted with you. Supervised visits had been allowed. Little did she know, that you had inherited her powers minus the green skin.
You listen as she talks about her latest breakthroughs, while Selena makes eyes at a waiter, and Harley throws back shots like they’re going out of style. One look at Barbara tells you that she’s a bit uncomfortable with the situation, but she’s got your back.
You move onto the club, and make a show of dancing with your friends. Everything is going fine until a guy can’t take no for an answer. That’s when your mother turns into a mother bear. Before you can fully understand what’s happening there are plants all over the place, Harley is swinging her bat, and Selena has disappeared. A glance at Stephanie shows that the girl is oblivious, and still dancing on the bar. Cass is popping back peanuts, and Barbara is rubbing at her head.
You get out of the club before the police show up, and take a taxi home. When you arrive back at home your father and your brothers are waiting. One look at the news, has them all scrambling with questions, and leaves you with a headache. Sometimes girl’s night out was more trouble than it was worth.
This is pure self indulgent fluff. Also the Phone Fic that I keep bloging about. Can be found here on my ao3! Rating: PG (Mild language) Words: 5,112 Gen
Family gatherings are not words generally associated with the individuals who make up Gotham’s vigilantes. Strategy meetings, subterfuge, infighting, assassin, spy, creepy, know it all. These are terms they are well versed in. This is why the text message that Bruce sent out at 9 am on Saturday was such a surprise.
“I request that all of you come to the manor for a family gathering at 7. Alfred will be serving dinner promptly at 7:30. What the hell is that supposed to mean Tim?!” Dick could practically hear his little brother shrugging on the other end of the phone.
“I dunno. Maybe he wants to go over his will.”
“That’s not funny and you know it.”
“C'mon Dick! Like you have a better explanation?”
Dick sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “No. Do you think everyone will come?”
“I know Steph and Harper will out of pure curiosity. Everyone else,” Tim paused and took a deep breath, releasing the rest of his sentence on the exhale, “who knows.”
Dick nodded, not really caring that he couldn’t be seen as habit was habit. “Ok. Well Damian will be, Cass for sure, Babs is going to be there cause she hates being out of the loop, Jason…” Dick trailed off, looking down at his bare feet. He’d woken to find the text blinking at him from a half dead phone screen. Knowing that he’d have seen it already too Dick immediately called Tim and had been pacing around the apartment in his pajamas with the now nearly dead cell to his ear.
“Yeah,” Tim said empathically.
“Maybe he’ll come for Alfred?” Dick tried.
“You know him better than I do.”
“You’re right. And I don’t even know why he does half the things he does. I’ve gotta charge my phone. I’ll see you later?”
Tim snorted. “Of course you do. Alright, yeah. I’m meeting up with Tam soon anyway. Bye.”
“Bye,” Dick frowned at the phone. Now that the call with Tim had ended it had returned to the group chat Bruce had sent his text in. Not a single person had replied and Bruce likely didn’t expect them to. Just that they showed up. He stuck it on a charger in the living room and went to get a shower. After breakfast Dick collapsed onto the couch. Having wrapped up a case the night before he decided to reward himself with some video games.