Prompt: one shot about Bruce and Batmom getting into a big fight, which causes Damian to think they’re getting a divorce and he runs away from home
AN: This is fluffy crack, just a warning, cause this took a turn I was not expecting. But I love it. Enjoy!
You had thought the house had been empty. You’d been so sure, but you suppose the note in your hand proved you wrong. You’d never wanted a piece of paper to combust before, but right now, you could go for it.
You and Bruce don’t fight often, but when you do, they’re typically pretty bad. As a result, you do your best to never fight in front of the boys. To your knowledge they’ve never seen you fight, and you’d prefer it stay that way. They shouldn’t have to listen to their parents blow off steam and then work things out.
This past fight had been one such fight. Talia had attempted to kidnap Damian, and Bruce hadn’t wanted you involved. He had said that he’d handle everything. You reminded him, that the two of you had been partners longer than Batman had been around, and that Damian was just as much your son, as he was Bruce’s. That fact alone meant you were involved, and you’d be damned if that woman ever touched a hair on your son’s head again.
Bruce’s arms are wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder, as he reads over your shoulder. “He can’t have gotten far.”
You roll your eyes at that, “Bruce, he’s an heir to a billion-dollar fortune. He also has access to the Batplane that’s hidden in the secret hideout under our house. Or I suppose he could use the Batmobile, or one of the many motorcycles, or the Zeta Tubes.”
There’s this moment of silence before he says, “Not my brightest moment.”
You nod, “And you’re supposed to be the World’s Greatest Detective?”
He just grins and kisses your neck, “We all have our moments, let’s go find our son.”
“Where do we start?”
He shrugs, “The tracker I put in his clothes.”
“You track our children?”
He shrugs, “Our kids are impulsive, reckless, and sometimes a bit stupid. Of course I track them.” When the man has a point he has a point.
Damian is still on the property, you find him deep in the woods surrounding the house with Titus by his side and a pack full of dehydrated food. Apparently your youngest had decided to go mountain man on you.
You and Bruce sit down on either side of him. You sit there for a moment, and Damian refuses to make eye contact. You’re thinking of something to say, when Bruce just blurts out, “You mother and I aren’t getting a divorce.”
You can’t help but smile, leave it to Bruce to take the direct route. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders and say, “Your father and I love each other very much, But sometimes we fight, it’s good for a relationship.”
Damian just stares at you before asking, “Yelling at each other for two hours is healthy?”
You nod, “The other option would be me throwing plates at him, but the city of Gotham frowns on that.”
Bruce nods, “And your mom has really good aim too, she’s nailed me with a pillow before.”
You just grin and pinch his shoulder. Damian just grins, “So the two of you are okay?”
Bruce nods his face growing serious, “I love your mother with everything I have.”
You kiss the top of Damian’s head, “And I love your dad. We’re a team, the original team. We’ve been around longer than batman and robin. That, along with ten years of marriage, trust, and the occasional fight, keeps our relationship healthy.”
Damian nods, “Okay.” Then he turns to you, “But if you do get divorced I get to live with you, right?”
The look on Bruce’s face sends you and Damian into a fit of laughter before you lean over and kiss him, and Damian climbs on his back. You love your family.