Your Everyday Badass
Prompt: could you maybe do something with disabled!batmom. where batmom is in a wheelchair and you explore how that relates to the batman escapade, you could even have her interact with the justice league to redefine their definition of ‘hero’. thanks for writing for us love you! <3
Requested by: ANON
Your life was a mish mash of simple facts. Your husband dressed up in a bat costume and fought crime: Fact. You had adopted children and allowed them to be superheros: Fact. Several of your children had died, and come back to life: Fact. Your husband snored like no tomorrow: Fact. Just because you were in a wheelchair did not mean you weren’t a deadly badass in your own right: Fact.
As you rolled your chair down the halls of the station, you knew you drew more than a few eyes. You’d made it a point to stay out of the station over the years. Gotham was your territory. Protecting the city was your mission, and that was big enough without adding in an entire universe too.
Right up until your husband landed his butt in surgery. The boys stand as you approach; three of them bend down to give you a kiss on the cheek, and one simply leans over. Resting your hands in your lap you ask, “What did he do this time?”
Jason smiles at you, “Took a bullet for Supes.”
You raise an eyebrow, “You mean the guy bullets literally bounce off of?”
Tim winces, “It might have been a kryptonite bullet.”
You sigh, and settle in for a wait. More than a few people pass by. There eyes drift over you, before continuing on. Each of your boys disappears for a few minutes before coming back showered and changed.
When Clark shows up, he stares at you, “Y/N I am so …”
You cut him off, “If you apologize Kent, you’re going to wish that bullet had hit you. Bruce is a big boy. He can make his own choices.” He says nothing. Simply, he smiles before kissing your cheek and saying, “Lois was hoping the family would come by for dinner next week. We just got the ramp fixed.”
You smile, “We’ll be there. Even if I have to bring Bruce kicking and screaming.”
Clark snorts, “Cause that just spells fun.”
You smile, and he walks off. Several other leaguers stop by to say hi; Barry, Diana, Shayera. When J’onn steps out of the operating room, he smiles at you before waving you in. You roll through the wide door way easily, and straight to your husband’s bed. He’s still sedated, but you take his hand, and simply wait.
He’s groggy but coherent, “You’re on the space station.”
You grin, “And here they said you were losing your touch.”
He stares at you, wether he’s not amused or simply to sedated to care, you’re not sure, “You hate space. With a burning passion. When I asked you to come up, you said not if your life depended on it.”
You smile at him, “It wasn’t my life, it was yours. Thanks for the ramps and the wide doorways by the way.”
He squeezed your hand, “Anything for you.”
You kiss his cheek, “I love you.”
He smiles, “I love you too; my own personal hero.” You raise an eyebrow at that, “You faced your fears.”
“Which fear is that?”
He smiles at you,“Being sucked into a space vacuum.”
You lean back into your chair, “That doesn’t make me a hero Bruce. It makes me an adult ”
“It makes you brave.”
You just smile, “I’m good with brave.”