I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus - Damian Wayne x Batmom
Prompt: You know the song I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus? Pretty much what the title says with Damian being shocked to see Batmom kissing “Santa Bruce Wayne Claus”.
“Damian, sweetie, what are you doing?” You asked looking suspiciously as you observed Damian setting up a dangerous looking bear trap in the fireplace. As a parent you figured you should at least a little bit worried, as Batmom though little surprised you anymore.
“I’m protecting us from unwanted intruders.” He answered simply, not bothering to stop setting the trap or at the very least act like he should be hiding what he was trying to do.
“Protect us from who?” You asked.
“The supposed magic fat man who breaks into homes through the chimney. He won’t be getting into this home.” Damian said with fierce determination. You racked your mind on how to possibly rein in this situation.
“You mean Santa Claus?” You asked.
“Yes. He will pay dearly for breaking and entering into our home.” He said threateningly.
“Sweetie, Santa leaves presents. He doesn’t have any ill intentions when he comes into houses.”
“It’s about the principle mother! He has no right!” Damian said righteously. And to think you thought Damian didn’t believe in Santa Claus …
When night fell and all the boys went to bed you went down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water when you ran into Santa Claus himself. You smiled fondly at Bruce while he set presents under the tree in a bright red suit.
“I’d watch where you step if I were you. Damian took … precautions.” You cautioned him, leaning against the doorframe as you slowly sipped your water.
“Believe me, I know. I had to disable a trip wire connected to the trigger of a crossbow.” Bruce chuckled setting the bag of presents down and walking over to wrap his arms around your waist.
“You should have at least triggered a few of them. An arrow imbedding in the wall or some spilled blood will go a long way to keep Damian’s belief alive.” You joked poking him in the side.
“Duly noted.” He grumbled. You smiled warmly at him before being overcome by a deep yawn.
“Come to bed soon? Knowing Dick, it’ll be an early morning.”
“Go ahead and go to bed. I’ll only be a few more minutes.” Bruce encouraged gently.
“Alright.” You agreed reaching up to press a kiss onto Bruce’s cheek. “Merry Christmas, Santa.” You said playfully. Bruce smirked and tilted his head slightly so that your lips met. You giggled lightly at the feeling of his fake beard scratching your face.
“Intruder!” Damian’s voice shouted out furiously from the stair case. “Get your hands off my mother!” He snarled, charging at ‘Santa’ with his sword raised. Bruce sent you a quick wink before throwing down a smoke bomb and disappearing to goodness knows where.
“Coward!” Damian shouted into the emptiness of the room, hoping that the intruder would show his face and battle him. When it was clear that wouldn’t happen Damian rushed over to your side.
“Did he hurt you? I swear I will hunt him down if he hurt you!” Damian promised. You gently laughed and hugged him to you, your fierce over-protective son.
“I’m fine, sweetie. Let’s go back to bed.” You said, already leading him towards his room. “No buts.” You said firmly when he looked like he wanted to argue. He let you lead him back to his room but stopped you in front of you and Bruce’s door.
“I’m staying with you tonight, Mother. I won’t let him hurt you.” He insisted. You smiled fondly at him and gently ran your fingers through his hair. From the look in his eyes he wasn’t about to take no for an answer.
“My hero.” You smiled genuinely and opened the door to your room. Luckily Bruce lay “sleeping” in the bed, appearing to never have left. Oh you’re good …
Smiling to yourself you crawled into bed with Damian not far behind you, falling asleep between you and Bruce. It would seem that Damian scared the intruder Santa off because he quickly fell asleep and didn’t wake up until early the next morning when Dick bounded in during his rounds to wake everyone up.
oh wOW I DIDN’T EXPECT FOR PEOPLE TO LIKE THE FIRST BATCH SO MUCH???? plus I love making these so I really wanted to make more so here we go:
Dick is afraid of downwards escalators. This came from him getting his cape stuck while going for a step and getting stuck. It was only for a few seconds but he may as well be scarred for life. He’ll only ride them if Bruce is there.
For some reason, doctors actually have to give Bruce twice as much anesthetic during operations. This can only go as well as you might expect, with him acting drunk for ages until it wears off. This is a lot of fun for his friends, however. Barbra makes sure she’s recording at all times and insists on taking him to parties everywhere to watch him go crazy, “hhEEYYY, THIS BUILDING IS SO… big” “that’s your company building Bruce”. He insists on laying with Alfred like he’s five and constantly gives him hugs (he called him dad once.) The first time he saw Dick he started to cry and kept saying “my beautiful baby son. look at u. my child.” until he saw a picture of Joker. Everyone lost it once he started drunk-hitting on the picture and uses the video they took of it as blackmail.
Barbra takes Dick shopping with her because he gives the best fashion advice. “GURL, THAT DRESS IS SO YOU!” “Honey this isn’t your color” She jokingly calls him Randy, after the show they watch together (Say Yes to the Dress) because of his godly advice.
If you’re anywhere near Wayne Manor on April Fool’s Day, r u n. There is an ever-going prank war going on for the next 24 hours and it’s dangerous.
Also, bat/bird puns???? All day. Every day. It could be the absolute worst thing you’ve ever heard but both of them die at each one. “Look, those crooks are ROBIN’ the bank again!” “Bat they might be armed, it’s too dangerous!” You could hardly believe how they manage to do their jobs.
Try to play any Queen song near the batfam. They all instantly explode into song and go the whole way through. They have the parts picked out already, too. “Toxic” is also a popular one.
Joker cries over fandoms with Harley at least once a week. They live for the sweet discourse in almost any fandom imaginable. Cartoon, music, movies… their lives are ruined.
Every villain in Gotham would fight Batman at every possible chance, but they won’t lay a finger on Robin. Not only will Batman beat the crap out of them if they do, Robin is buds with almost anyone and they enjoy his company too much to actually harm him. They turn into stormtroopers and miss every single shot on purpose if Robin’s too close.
Joker constantly imagines himself inside of dramatic music videos and acts them all out in real life.
When Bruce gets sick his voice does a complete 180 and he sounds like a chipmunk. He tries not to go and fight crime like this since it’s possible his opponent with die laughing before any one of strikes does the job.
Bruce will only plant a kiss on Dick’s head if, and only if, he’s sleeping. He’s not yet comfortable to do it while he’s awake and tries to keep it secret, but Alfred sees all. One night, right when Dick is about to fall asleep, Alfred whispers, “Don’t worry, master Bruce, I’m sure you’ll make his year.” Bruce isn’t afraid anymore.
Bruce insists on taking Robin to every party he gets invited to just to brag about him to his friends. He is hellbent on the fact that no child could ever surpass Dick, and even if one could he could always beat them in a fight to the death anyway so it doesn’t even matter.
Bruce and Dick often reenact the “when mom isn’t home” (saxophone guy and his kid) video. Dick broke the oven door going on three times now.
When the batfam can’t decide on what to do they always resort to “Don’t Laugh” challenge. Alfred is the reining champion. Barbra usually comes close, but ends up failing listening to the others desperately making noises to hide their laughter. Dick never gets past the first video as he’s just too happy all the time, and surprisingly neither does Bruce. Something about the whole situation just makes his willpower melt away and turns him and Dick into giggly maniacs.
Bruce calls Dick a bunch of pet names whenever he cries. “Baby Bird”, “Red Robin” and of course “Boy Wonder” work the best. Dick has names for Bruce too, such as “Batty”, “Masked Millionaire” and “Murciélago”.
@just-marvel-at-them I am so very sorry that I took this long to get back to you with this. I have some serious thoughts on Tonys and cats. But also I’ve been pretty distracted and I kept opening up the drawing and then forgetting about it.
Also, I only now have come to a thought that maybe you were not talking about Tony being a cat, but maybe Tony with cat ears. If so, sorry to have bombarded you with Cat Tony images. But considering how you have said: “Tony’d probably be shy because he feels more vulnerable as usual” and “can’t use his words to protect himself” and “comes out from underneath the couch” I hope I wasn’t too far off.
MY head canons are under Read More! And also his (better) interactions with Pepper!
Summary : You’re Diana Prince’s, aka Wonder Woman, little sister…And you’ve always been the rebel amongst the amazons, the black sheep. You left long ago, and got hitch with the famous Bruce Wayne, when a problem brings you back to your home island of Themyscira.
It’s always the same question. Over and over again. Yeah ok, true, you weren’t the calmest kid and your curiosity often lead to a lot of troubles but…Diana was kinda the same and no one ever told her to “behave”.
Even now, as you were a grown ass woman, it was this good old question, that you just couldn’t stand anymore. It was moments like this, that made you glad you left all those years ago.
Being Diana little sister wasn’t easy. It wasn’t easy at all. When you were born, much in the same way than her, molded in clay and brought to life by Zeus, your big sister was already a hero.
She was already adulated by all on Themyscira island. Everyone always told you : “You see Diana ? Be like Diana”…And in a sense, you became a bit like her.
Only, when the other amazons told you to take Diana as an example, they were talking about how well she fought, about her principles and other things like that ! Not her…stubbornness and strong will.
Ultimately, being strong willed was a good thing but…Well, the only thing you took after your sister is the way she has, sometimes, that “I do whatever I want” kind of persona. But maybe a bit to much to the extreme.
Because as a child, Diana listened to your mother, your aunt (that you unfortunately never met but heard a lot about), and other amazons while you ? You, you had trouble with authorities.
You couldn’t stand people ordering you around. You hated when someone said you couldn’t do something…But the worst was that their explanation as to why you had to do things they said were stupid.
“Do as I said because I’m an adult and I know better”, who decided of that ? “Don’t do that, we’ll explain to you later why you can’t do it”, that was so dumb ! Instead of explaining to you why you couldn’t do things, they’d just expect you to follow their order and…well, that wasn’t your nature.
Besides, it was almost unbearable to always be compared to Diana. To always hear that she was better than you because of this, or because of that…Fortunately, you didn’t grew to resent her, but you did start to resent your entire people.
None of them understood you. Not even your mother.
Prompt: How about one where batsis goes on a solo mission and the
avengers arrested her because they didn’t know who she was and bat fam gets
worried because she hasn’t been back and Bruce sends Tim to get her
“You’re telling me that you want to break into Avengers
Tower and … what? Download all of the information on the Avengers?”
Bruce nods, “That’s exactly what I want you to do. They have
too many people on that team that could one day try and take over the world, I
need to know how to stop them.”
“And how am I supposed to get into a building that houses a
god, two super soldiers now, a Hulk, two assassins, and a genius? That’s not
even including their handler, Phil, who I have met and have a deep respect for”
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out” Bruce lays a hand over your
shoulder before making his way to the Batmobile, “I need those files, Y/N. I’m
depending on you for this. Stark would expect me to go after the files, he
won’t expect you. There’s a gala in one week that I am invited to, that would
be the best time to strike, all of the Avengers are going to be in attendance.”
“Fine, I’ll start planning now”
Getting into Avengers Tower is surprisingly easy. There
aren’t any assassins, or even that many security guards in the building. It
isn’t until you’ve already gotten thought the servers firewall and are halfway
finished uploading the Avengers files that you notice something is wrong.
Those files do not
belong to you.
You let out a shriek (that you’ll deny later) when a voice
starts talking from the ceiling. “What the fuck!?”
You have not been
authorized by Sir to access these files.
“Who are you?”
I am JARVIS, I am the
artificial intelligence that runs Avengers Tower. I have already scanned you,
you are not a SHIELD agent, nor are you an employee of SI.
“And you’re just now confronting me? If you control the
whole building why didn’t you stop me sooner?”
I was curious as to
It sounds like the AI is amused, of course Stark would make
an AI with an attitude. “And now that you know what I’m doing, what are you
going to do?”
I have intercepted the
file uploads and blocked them. I have also shut down the room you are currently
in, have locked it, and informed Sir of your presence.
“Of fucking course
You will not have to
wait long, miss. The Avengers are on their way now.
Natasha Romanoff is the first one to reach you, and when she
starts to tie your hands behind your back you don’t even try and stop her. You
might be a vigilante in Gotham, but unlike your brothers and father, you know
when you’re outmatched. So instead of further injuring yourself, you quietly
submit to being tied up and gagged.
“JARVIS, who is she?”
I am currently running
a facial recognition scan now, Agent Romanoff
“Good, I’m going to take her to Interrogation Room 3. Tell
the others to meet us there”
Natasha marches you down several flights of stairs, and
through a steel door to an interrogation room.
“I’m going to take off the gag now, and you’re going to
answer my questions. Understand?” The gag is quickly pulled off. “Now who are
“It’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Romanoff. I’ve always looked
up to you, you know? I mean you survived the Red Room, the Soviets, even the
Winter Soldier. And what happened in Budapest! You and Mr. Barton were amazing
there! I didn’t think you guys were gonna come out alive …”
A knife presses against your throat, leaving a shallow cut,
“How do you know about any of that? Who sent you here? Who the hell are you?”
The door slams open, “Agent Romanoff! Put that away, and
“Now, Agent Romanoff”
The knife quickly pulls away from your throat, a thin
trickle of blood left in its place, but you don’t pay much attention to it.
Instead you twist around and throw a grin at the older man, “Hey, Phil, it’s
been a while”
“Ms. Wayne, I can’t say that I am glad to see you. According
to the report JARVIS gave me, you were attempting to upload the personal files
for all of the Avengers. I assume that your father was the one to send you?”
“Yeah, Dad said something about needing to have a plan for
if anyone here went evil, he wants to know how to kill them. You know my father
likes his plans”
“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to get you out of this mess.
The transgression did not happen on SHIELD soil. The Avengers will decide what
they want to do with you”
“So … I get to meet everyone?”
Phil lets out a chuckle, “Yes, you will be able to meet the
rest of the Avengers, however these aren’t the best circumstances to meet them
“You really think dad would let me meet them any other way?
This is probably the only time I’m gonna get to meet the Winter Soldier”
“The other Avengers won’t be happy with what you did. It was
a complete violation of their privacy. Even if I put in a good word for you, I
don’t know if they will listen to me”
“It’s fine. Even if they decide to torture me, I’ll be
alright. I mean I’ve probably had worse from the Joker and from the al Ghul’s.”
Before Phil can answer, the door once again opens and Tony
Stark steps through, “You can hold off on that facial recognition scan, JARVIS.
I know who this is”
“Hello, Y/N” He spins the chair around and plops down on it,
straddling the back of it, “I can’t say I’m happy to see you though”
“I know, I hate that I had to do this, but you know my
father, he’s not someone you say no to”
“Natasha, will you untie her?”
“Not until you tell me who she is, and what we are going to
do with her” Natasha crosses her arms, knife still help tightly in one hand.
“All I’ve gathered is that both you and Phil know who she is, and that she was
attempting to steal our personal files.”
“Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Y/N Wayne.”
Phil sighs quietly, “She is also known as the Sparrow, the
one who managed to get Red Hood to stop unnecessarily killing, she is also SHIELDs
contact in Gotham, and she is the liaison between SHIELD and the JLA”
“How have I never met her then?”
“It was considered a conflict of interest for me to meet the
Avengers because I am already in the JLA. Of course, my father doesn’t give a
damn that I’ve possibly just ruined the relationship between SHIELD and the
JLA, all he cares about is being able to stop you if any of you decide to go
“He thinks that he’ll be able to stop any of us?”
You shrug as much as you can with your arms still bound, “No
idea, I don’t try to understand his way of thinking. Phil,” You tilt back,
trying to make eye contact with the agent, “You know he’s going to send one of
my brothers after me. I don’t want them hurt”
“I’ll warn everyone, don’t worry. Now, Natasha, if you’ll
untie Y/N and bring her to the common room. We can await the arrival of one of
Y/N’s brothers there. In the meantime, you all can ask her any questions you’d
“So you’re telling me that Bruce Wayne is Batman, one of
your brothers has come back from the dead, you aren’t allowed to kill any of
the villains that have taken hundreds of lives, and that you were once a part
of the League of Assassins. Am I missing anything?”
“Yeah, I once stopped Superman and Superboy when they were
mind controlled, and I work as Lex Luthor’s assistant and help him curb his
homicidal tendencies … I’ve also time travelled before”
Steve Rogers puts his head in his hands, “Of course you
have. Is there anything else?”
“Nope” You glance around the common room, locking eyes with
Bruce Banner, “Can you turn into the Hulk? I’d really like to see him again.”
“I met him once, about a year after you left America, he
saved my life. I had just blown up one of the League of Assassins compounds and
didn’t get out in time, I was trapped under rubble. I had accepted the fact
that I was going to die there when a huge green hand smashed through the rubble
and dragged me out. Hulk left before I could even say thank you”
“I don’t remember that”
You flash a brief smile, “I’m not surprised, I did some
research on you after that. You don’t remember 85% of what happens when you’re
the Hulk, right?”
“Yes, that’s correct, how did you …?”
“I have a lot of connections, Dr. Banner. Who do you think
was the one that got General Ross to leave you alone once you came back to
Bruce’s eyes go wide, “You … you … how?”
“I have some friends in high places that owed me a favor or
two, they cracked down hard on Ross, forced him to stop hunting you. SHIELD
tried to get him to stop, but even though they’re a top secret government
organization they didn’t have enough leverage to get thing’s done”
It takes Bruce a minute or two to speak after that, “Thank
you, that means a lot that you’d do something like that”
“He saved my life, it’s the least I could do”
“So, Phil, how do you know Y/N?” Clint drops down from the
vent opening, perching on the arm of the couch.
“Phil and I met while he was in Tahiti, after the Chitauri
“Why were you in Tahiti?”
“I was captured by the al Ghul’s and tortured for 4 months.
By the time my family found me I was almost dead. SHILED sent me there to heal,
like they did with Phil. We’ve run into each other a few times after that, but
that was where we met”
Phil rolls his eyes, “Y/N refused to stay in her hospital
room and constantly snuck into mine while we healed. I wasn’t allowed out of
bed for several weeks, and every day Y/N would limp into my room to keep me
“Phil’s someone I consider a good friend now”
Clint sticks his bottom lip out, pouting at his handler,
“How come I never heard of her? We could have been BirdBros!”
“I’ve been begging Phil for years to let me meet you guys,
but he kept saying that it was a ‘conflict of interest’ but I just think that
he didn’t want to deal with the paperwork”
Phil raised one eyebrow, “Unfortunately it seems that I
wasn’t able to keep you two apart, and now I dread the mayhem that you will cause.”
“Mayhem will have to wait until after my brother’s
inevitable rescue attempt”
Surprisingly it’s Tim that was sent to rescue you. The
Avengers had put you back into the interrogation room, and were all watching
from the control room.
“Hey, Red. I thought you were off with the Titans this week.”
“B called me in, said that you needed to be rescued, and
some files needed to be retrieved”
“I’m sorry, babybird, but we won’t be getting those files
Tim smirks, “They don’t even know I’m here …”
The speaker crackles to life, “Unfortunately, kid, we do
know you’re here and your sister’s right, you won’t be getting access to those
“Sorry, Red, they kinda set up a trap to catch all of us
birds. They knew that someone would come for me, and now someone will come for
the both of us.”
Tim sighs, “Do we have to stay in this room the whole time?”
The door opens and Tony steps in, “Of course you won’t. It’s
team bonding night, so movies and snacks. I’ll even let you call your other
brothers so they can get in on the action.”
“We’re going to have a sleepover with the Avengers?”
You chuckle, “It looks like it, babybird, it looks like it”
Jason and Tim arguing over who had it worse when it came to living up to their predecessor's legacy
‘All I’m saying is… I was living in the shadow of a dead boy.’
Jason looked up from his book with a scowl, turning the page a bit more roughly than he had meant to. He and Tim had been holding their own pity party of “who had it worse” as Robin when it came to living up to their predecessor’s legacy. Jason had made some comment about “back in my days as Robin”, and Tim had had enough self-respect to become offended. And as a consequence, Jason had only gotten through five pages and was tempted to just give up reading altogether.
Truth be told, he knew that Tim probably had it much worse than him, when it came to this specific issue. And he was only arguing with him because he knew how much arguing for the sake of arguing annoyed his brother.
But then again, the only thing Tim really had to do in order to surpass his predecessor, was not die… so Jason stuck to his guns. He set his book down and leaned forward, giving Tim his best “I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are” look.
‘Tim. Firstly, I’m a bit offended at being called a, quote unquote, “dead boy”…’
Tim frowned. ‘You call yourself a dead boy all the-’
‘-And secondly,’ Jason interrupted him cooly, ‘My standards were far, faaaar lower than Dick’s. To live up to my predecessor’s legacy meant being a perfect, obedient, chirpy, quipping, circus act, which was not happening in a million years unless global warming wasn’t a thing and hell froze over, giving us another ice age. You, on the other hand, just had to not do any of the things I did.’
Tim pursed his lips, sitting there in silence as he regarded Jason with a look of complete and utter exasperation.
‘So…’ he said slowly, enunciating every word, ‘not die.’
Jason nodded, rolling his eyes. ‘Yeah. Like I said. Lower standards.’
Tim sighed, massaging his forehead as he turned back to his laptop, tapping the keys distractedly. ‘Okay. But consider this: in order to not die, I actually had to achieve a standard of near-perfection as Robin that not even you or Dick were expected or pressured to reach.’
‘Okay,’ Jason countered. ‘But consider this: in Bruce’s eyes, none of us are ever good enough.’
‘So your point is, we’ve all had it bad and it’s pointless to try and decide who had it worst because we all had a common denominator and standard to live up to: Bruce.’
Jason shrugged and lay on his back on the sofa, opening the book again.
‘Even Bruce doesn’t live up to Bruce’s standards, so yes. It’s fucked up and we were all screwed from the start.’
‘Oh boy. That went south real quick.’
‘So wait, when I go off on Bruce, it’s too far. But when we’re talking about when I was a “dead boy” it’s all fine and dandy?’
‘All the time, Jason,’ Tim repeated without looking up from his laptop, his voice bland. ‘All. The. Time.’
Unable to think of a reasonable response or blatant lie, Jason scoffed and stood to find somewhere he could read in peace and not get his ear talked off or, god forbid, counselled by his younger brother.
‘Well, you try dying and see if you can stop talking about it. It’s a life-altering event, a real milestone.’
‘It’s also only meant to happen once,’ Tim said pointedly.
Jason paused to consider this. ‘Hold up. So, technically, Damian has already lived up to the standard I set as Robin because he also died and came back. Grayson had to fake it, so he’s disqualified… and we’re not counting Steph because she was never even given a chance, and would beat all our asses in the ‘who had it worst’ game.’
‘Which means I do have it worse than you, because the standard I now have to live up to is resurrection.’
‘WWJD, Timbo,’ he grinned, finger-gunning his brother as he walked backwards out the door. ‘”What Would Jason Do?”’
‘Die and come back a salty gun enthusiast,’ Tim muttered under his breath, mulling over their conversation and taking it more seriously than he should. ‘Also, Easter was last month.’
“Vacations are rare for the Waynes” - Batmom x Batfam
Here’s a little collection of short stories about the Batfamily going to the beach/being in vacation ! I kinda just had ideas for tiny little snippets rather than a story that was a long one and made sense…it’s bad. Hope you’ll like it :
God bless Batwoman, Batgirl, Jim Gordon…And everyone who joined in helping the Batfamily over the years, because thanks to them, you, your husband, kids and beloved butler were FINALLY able to take some times off.
A few years ago, leaving Gotham for vacations would have been a big no-no for Bruce, and you always understood, you really did. Hell, you had trouble leaving the Bat computer behind…But ever since he got new allies that weren’t direct family, things got easier.
They all were able, since a long time now, to take at least one night off during the week and such. But actually full on holidays ? Oh that didn’t happen in…in…in forever !
The only holiday you went on with Bruce was without the kids, and it was for your Honeymoon. Three days. Three days of pure bliss (and lots of sex).
And now, the opportunity to be all together for A FULL WEEK came up !
It all started because Tim got injured pretty bad, but still wanted to go on patrol…and you lost your shit. You were always supportive of their nightly activities (though worried sick as well), and you were monitoring the bat computer almost every night, when you didn’t have “date night” with Bruce or “mother/son bonding time” with one of your boys !
You were really understanding, and you too wanted Gotham to be a safe place, having had the same kind of background than Bruce…But hell if you were going to let one of your babies go out in the streets while he was badly injured !
With your famous “Batmom Glare” and a stern voice, you told Tim :
-You’re not going. You’re taking some vacation my boy, to relax and be fully charged again. In fact, we’re all taking a vacation !
…It kinda just happened. You were mad, they didn’t want to make you angry (you were scary when angry), and it was true that…All of them wanted well deserved time off.
And it was decided. A week far away from the murkiness, grittiness, darkness that was Gotham, in the sunny Bahamas. Perfect.
Of course, Bruce made sure that coming back to the city fast was possible, and also made sure to brief all of the Batpeople on anything that could happen but…He also really wanted to go. He wasn’t getting any younger and though he’d never admit it your little burst of anger was a blessing for him too.
You all needed time away. Oh yes. And though you also made sure Gotham would be in safe hands (anyway, villains got pretty calm lately), you left without hesitation ! TO THE BAHAMAS !!
Ok, I’m 22 but this happened in my highschool one day and it freaked the heck out of every one involved. At the end of the year when I was a Junior I was on the clean up crew for the end of the year dance, i dont think It was prom, or no one called it that at least. Either way, as I was shuffling every one out at the end of the night and a group of other students and I got to work cleaning up the trashed gym and one of the wall mats had come un done from the walls slightly from some one throwing them selfs against it repeatedly (don’t ask me why, I saw it happening and just decided to let it happen since the person wasn’t doing it against a brick wall). Either way one other other students, let’s call him Bruce, goes to push it back into place. Now at this point I have to tell you that this is a small mat, this things about 12 feet long, 8 feet wide, and a foot an a half thick, and it’s held on be velcro, so I had no clue what Bruce was thinking. We all go to tell him to stop and wait for some one to give him a hand when a loud ‘shrip!’ Comes from the mat. The velcro had been barely holding it in place after all the slamming and it finally gave up the ghost and fell, directly onto Bruce. Panicing we head over and as a unit lift the mat up and look under. No Bruce. Not even a shoe. We all hear a thud and look to the stage at the end of the gym and see Bruce laying down spread eagle on the stage. He promtly sits up and say the one thing we’re all thinking. “What the f#@k just happened?”
Tl:dr, there’s a gym mat that decided to spare my friend a cuncussion by teleporting him fourty feet away.
Requesy: Can you do the dating/sex would be like with Bruce/tony/pietro? Thanks. [I decided to do for all of them:)]
Pairing: Bruce Banner x reader, Tony Stark x reader, Pietro Maximoff x reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: NSFW, SMUT
Bruce would usually take things slow. Sex with Bruce was passionate, and he showed you how much he loved you. When he made love to you, he made sure to pleasure you, make you cry out in pleasure. You’re his main priority, he’s the type that gets off on you getting off. Things usually start off slow, he would caress your face, admire you for your beauty inside out. Bruce would then slowly lay you down on the bed, his lips would gently press against yours. Bruce loved your hands most, the things you did with your hands drove him insane. You would slowly take his shaft inch by inch into your mouth and his fingers would be in your hair, gently pulling. Bruce was a complete gentleman in bed, he would never do things he knew you disliked. Bruce loved you truly.
Of course, there had been times he was rough with you. When he saw you and Tony in the lab flirting innocently, he snapped. He did not let the big guy out but he definitely had shown you who you belonged to. He had fucked you so hard you had to ask Tony for two days off work.
Bruce was a complete sweetheart, he loved going on dates with you even when work doesn’t permit. He would take you to a fancy restaurant, have a couple glasses of red wine and probably a steak. The two of you would talk about both your lives, and you loved planning ahead whilst he loved listening to all the amazing plans you had for both of your futures. He would hold your hand as you talked, his eyes fixed on your features as you spoke, he admired you, for everything. For how you dared to step into his life, even when you knew of the other guy.
Tony, well you know Stark. A little arrogant on the side, and that side showed itself in bed. All the time. He knew how much you liked Steve for his gentlemanly ways, and how you admired his morals. And he disliked that. He would snap when he saw you laughing with Steve, God the sight made him want to punch the star spangled man in the face. And that’s why he took the time to show you who you belonged to. He would fuck you hard, deep and fast. He’d have you screaming into the pillow to muffle your cries. He took his time, appreciating you and you alone. Sure, he still kept some of his playboy ways and those were the times you took complete charge. Pushing him down and ridding him hard, he loved you like that, all riled up.
God. Dating Tony could be a nightmare. The first and foremost reason is obvious. The media’s attention was on the two of you, hell it was difficult to get a bag of chips without being stalked by some nosy paparazzi. And the stories they’ve created had you and Tony arguing. The pictures had you thinking he was out with some other women and once you had packed your bags and left. He won you back of course and you made it a point not to believe what those gossip magazines had to say about your relationship with him.
But then again, Tony could be a total sweetheart, he spoiled you rotten, constantly buying gifts, bringing you to parties, showing you off to others, telling them how lucky he was to find a woman like you. As he quoted from Mulan “You don’t find a woman like that every dynasty”. He would take you out on fancy dinners, booking the whole damn restaurant for the two of you to enjoy yourselves. And sometimes the night was wasted seeing that both of you were on the team, having a peaceful date proved to be a challenge.
Pietro was an amazing boyfriend. And he loved you, there was a doubt about that. He loved taking things fast, no pun intended. The third time you went on a date with him, you ended up in his bed. And despite all those factors, he proved that he wasn’t some kind of asshole who dumped the girl after sex. Sex with him was incredible, he would show you just how much you meant to him, he would make love to you. His lips would be all over your body, taking time to remember every inch of you. He could make you cum hard, had you moaning his name each time he took you to bed. There were times where you took charge, riding him and pushing the two of you to orgasm.
Dating Pietro was something you could never forget. He took you to the park, and sometimes orphanages, and you were happy with that. Looking at the abandoned children reminded him of his childhood. Most times, Wanda followed and you would watch the siblings communicate with the children, playing with them, and you’d join. Sure your dates weren’t at some fancy five star restaurant, but you were fine with it. You knew how much his childhood had affected him and you were willing to pull him out of those dark times he went through. And that was what made your relationship so much stronger. He’d take you to cafes downtown, where the two of you would enjoy talking with the steaming cups of coffee and the occasional chocolate muffins.
You know what they say. “Gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets” Steve is well all of this. He was the perfect man outside, saving the lives of innocent citizens, protecting America, saving kittens off trees, opening the doors. However, he could be rough, his hand around your neck as he slammed you hard against the cold wall of his bedroom. God he drove you crazy. He’d have you on your hands and knees, your pretty round ass in the air, and he’d spank you. Hard. And he’d do that till your ass was as red as the stripes on the flag he represented. And he’d fuck you, rough, till you screamed. The first time you called him “Captain” had you pinned on the bed, and fucked so hard you saw stars. Steve loves eating you out, his tongue would dart out towards your clit, he drew figures, numbers and letters. He loves watching you come undone knowing he was the result of it.
Dating Captain America. Every woman’s dream wasn’t it? Sometimes dating Steve was a double edged sword. He’d go on missions and at times he would leave for weeks on end. He had you worried sick, had you staring at your phone for his familiar number. And each time there was a knock on the door of your shared apartment, you’d be worried thinking it was some kind of agent who was here to bring you bad news. But then again you had hoped it was Steve.
There were of course the good and happy times. Steve took you out on dates, at little cafes downtown, where the two of you would enjoy breakfast after his run every morning. He would have a run with you, and sometimes Sam would drop by and join the two of you. You loved staying up with Steve watching movies while he snatched the popcorn from your hands playfully. The two of you were big fans if Disney movies, his and you favorite being The Little Mermaid. He loved waking up next to you, snuggling beside you as he pulled you closer.
Sex with Bucky was wild, passionate, even dangerous. He would have your back against the wall, your legs wrapped around his well built waist as he thrust into your heat. He ravished your body, making sure every inch of your body is loved, touched, kissed. He would sometimes have you on top of him, his hands on your waist, leaving his mark on you, showing who you belonged to. You loved his bionic arm, and when he fingered you with it, he made sure to vibrate it, driving you to the edge. At times, he could be gentle, passionate, his fingers interlocked with yours as he thrust into you, both your moans echoing in the room. You loved blowing him, taking his cock inch by inch into your mouth, till his tip hit the back of your throat. You would suck him hard, playing with his balls, doing this while Bucky webbed his fingers through your hair.
Dating Bucky was special, different and amazing. He was an assassin before and he often had horrible nightmares for hours on end. He’d wake up in the middle of the night and he would be sweating, horrified by what he might do to you. And you made sure you were by his side through it all, be it the nightmares or the insecurities he had. You loved him and you wanted to him to know that. Dates with Bucky often saw you taking him around the city, to places he had missed the past seventy years or so. Introducing him to new food, technology. He took you to out on dates to restaurants that Steve had often recommended, where they played songs from the 40’s. He remembered most of his memories and he often told you about the past. The way life was, history and you loved that. You loved knowing Bucky, and you loved him the way he was. Assassin or not.
*Bruce laying awake at night in bed thinking to himself*
I am a dark knight who must crusade on a journey of darkness. The night swallows the light and I am the only one in this city who can defend those in need, taking out those who oppose justice. And I must walk this journey alone.
*sits up in bed next to him* are you okay??
*comes out of bathroom* Hey you ran out of toilet paper.
*runs in half-awake with bags under his eyes* I GOT THE CASE SOLVED
just wanted to do something fluffy for Bruce and Batmum so this happened instead!
Anyways, to everyone who sent in their requests, don’t worry, I will get to
them as quickly as I can so don’t worry if you don’t see your requests posted
yet! I received all of them, just in case anyone is wondering. Enjoy!
is not a light sleeper – that much you are sure of – which is why the moment he
rolls on top of you sometime during the middle of the night, you know something
is wrong. You let out a small moan when Bruce squishes his face on to your
chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. Most of the time you would wake up
and entertain Bruce whenever he wakes up in the middle of the night but right
now, all you want to do is just continue sleeping.
You mumble, lifting a hand to thread your fingers through his hair, lightly
scratching his scalp, the way you know he enjoys. Bruce lets out a satisfied
sigh, squeezing your hips. “What’s wrong?” Your eyelids are getting heavier and
you are sure you might have slurred your words together but you aren’t sure.
This ought to teach you not to indulge Timmy with playing games on his PlayStation.
nuzzles your chest, pressing a kiss on your chest right where your heart is
located. “Nothing; just go back to sleep.” Bruce murmurs, laying his head on
your chest to listen to your heartbeat. It’s comforting. He is slowly drifting
off to sleep too. “Just wanted to hold you.”
pat his back with your free hand, wrapping your legs around his hips. “Okay;
good night, Bruce. Love you.” You are already asleep by the time Bruce chooses
to respond to you but he smiles instead, holding you close to him. Your steady
heartbeat is lulling him to sleep and Bruce hopes nothing can ever take this
away from him.
Aries: ((St. Jimmy-// Green Day)) ((War Pigs-// Black Sabbath)) ((Smoke on the Water-// Deep Purple)) (Bungle in the Jungle- Jethro Tull)) (( Don’t Stop Me Now-// Queen))
Taurus: ((Northern Downpour-// Panic at the Disco)) (( The Luckiest-// Ben Folds)) (( So LIttle Time-// Akarna)) ((Angels-/// Robbie Williams)) (( Someone Saved my Life Tonight-// Elton John))
Gemini: (( Going to California-// Led Zeppelin)) ((Sunshine of Your Love-// Cream)) ((Don’t Dream it’s Over-// Crowded House)) ((Everyday- Buddy Holly)) ((Build Me Up Buttercup-// The Foundations))
Cancer: ((House of Gold-// Twenty One Pilots)) ((Yes, the River Knows-// The Doors)) (( Sigh No More-// Mumford and Sons)) (( American Pie-// Don Mclean)) ((Landslide- Fleetwood Mac))
Leo: (( Semi- Charmed LIfe-// Third Eye Blind)) ((Laid-// Better Than Ezra)) ((I Want To Take You Higher-// Sly and the Family Stone)) (( Sunshine Superman-// Donovan)) ((Caress Me Down-// Sublime)) ((Squeeze Box- The Who))
Virgo: ((Far Behind-// Candlebox)) ((Motercycle Drive By-// Third Eye Blind)) ((Clint Eastwood- Gorillaz)) ((Baba O’Rielly-// The Who)) (( The Zephyr Song-// Red Hot Chlli Peppers))
Libra: ((Waterloo Sunset-// The Kinks)) (( Love Song-// The Cure)) ((Romeo & Juliet-// Dire Straits)) (( Linger-// The Cranberries)) (( White Rabbit -// Jefferson Airplane))
Scorpio: ((Candlite-// Frightened Rabbit)) ((Pepper-// Butthole Surfers)) ((Reel Around the Fountain-// The Smiths)) ((Lake of Fire-// Nirvana)) ((Flagpole Sitta-// Harvey Danger))
Sagittarius: ((Ruby Tuesday-// Rolling Stones)) ((The Wind-//Cat Stevens)) ((Born to Run-// Bruce Springsteen)) ((Lay me Down -// Dirty Heads)) (( Free Bird-// Lynyrd Skynyrd))
Capricorn: (( Tangerine-// Led Zeppelin)) ((She’s not There-// The Zombies)) (( KIll the Poor-// Dead Kennedys)) ((Let Me Go- Cake)) ((The General- Dispatch))
Aquarius: ((She’s A Rainbow-// Rolling Stones)) ((Comfort Eagle-// Cake)) (( Doctor My Eyes-// Jackson Browne)) ((Sweet Sixteen-// Think About Life)) ((Pork And Beans-// Weezer))
Pisces: (( How Soon is Now-// The Smiths)) ((Indian Summer-//The Doors)) ((Bus Stop- The Hollies)) ((Thick as a Brick-// Jethro Tul)) ((Into The Ocean-//Blue October)) ((Disconnected-// 5sos))