I really don’t think I have the right to say sorry for disappearing anymore nor will I say I am back for good. Working through a few requests at the moment so you can at least expect some contents in the next few days!
This was sort of inspired by Sam Smith’s Too Good At Goodbyes and the timeline is pretty blurry/mixed here and as per usual, there are probably mistakes here and there and it’s a little bit over 1500 words too, if that is any form of compensation. So I hope you will still enjoy this!
takes every ounce of control you have to not react to what your son has just
told you. You hum in response, a little bit thankful that you have your back
turned to him, as you finish making tea for the both of you. Pouring the tea in
the mugs, you turn around to give one to Damian – who is staring, no, it is a
cross between glaring and frowning at you – before taking a seat beside him.
said yes.” Damian grips the mug tightly, not even minding the fact that the mug
is still fairly hot. What he does mind is the lack of response from you.
pull the comforter over your lap, very well aware that your son is glaring
holes on your face. It takes a few seconds for you to slowly nod your head.
Damian continues to look at you and you bring the mug up to your lips, sipping
the tea but unfortunately, the news he brought with him made the tea taste
rarely ever cut off Damian having been one of the few adults that would
actually listen to him but this time, it is different and the surprise
definitely shows on his face when you not too gently set your mug on the coffee
table in front of you.
I am not sure what you want me to do… or to say.” You begin carefully. You
cannot lie and say that hearing the news from Damian instead of Bruce did not
hurt you because it did – mostly because you had expected Bruce to be the one
to tell you a news this big. “Your father and I…,” You shake your head as you
try to reign in your scattered thoughts. “I understand that you do not like
Selina but once upon a time, you also did not like me either.” You had to smile
at this – Damian has the decency to flush lightly before bristling in anger, or
annoyance – you could not tell at this point.
is different!” He hisses and you narrow your eyes at him and he visibly
deflates before placing his mug on the coffee table. “Sorry for raising my
voice at you, mother.” He grumbles and you nod your head, prompting him to
continue talking. “It is just that she is not a good match for him – and I do
not want her.”
times like this, you really wish you can string words together eloquently but
you understand that change is something hard for Damian to accept and trying to
coerce him to accept Selina will probably result in the opposite. Deep down
inside, you cannot help but feel a tad bit happy to know that Damian is feeling
this way – no one ever said you were not petty.
what has happened, Damian is still your son and he still thinks of you very
highly too – he never lets you forget, neither of them ever do too – and your
opinion and understanding are two of the things he often seeks from you. The
same can be said for the rest of the boys too even though you have separated
to overlook the hurt and the tinge of regret, you decide to push this matter to
the back of your head, filling it for when you actually have a moment to
yourself. You simply decide to do what you think Damian actually needs from
you: you wrap your arms around him and pull Damian in your arms, burying your
nose in his hair. Tears well up in your eyes as you take a whiff of his scent –
he smells just like him and suddenly you feel very tired and sad. It takes
Damian a few seconds to wrap his own pair of arms around you, relaxing in your
embrace. This is how the two of you spent the night – just you comforting your
son in the best way you can think of and Damian basking in your warmth. The
same warmth that has been missing from the manor for the past year.
next morning is a whole different story. You had woken up to Damian preparing
breakfast for you and it almost touched you that he still remembers all of your
breakfast food – you had wanted to do the same for him but he had beat you to
it. The two of you did not talk about the news he brought last night and when
it was time for Damian to return back to the manor, you let him leave with a
as you think you finally have time to think about the news, Jason comes in
through your window. If you were anyone else, you probably would have been
surprised and screamed bloody murder but alas, you were used to it. The two of
you had a staring contest for the longest of times before Jason pads over to
you, wrapping his arms around you.
sorry, Ma.” He murmurs.
simply tighten your hands on the back of his jacket, shaking your head. You did
not need the pity – you have made your grave and now, you simply need to lay in
you want something to eat?” You ask after a while, finally pulling away from him.
Jason looks at you. “I have leftovers from breakfast – Damian made some of my
favourites.” You explain, pulling Jason to the kitchen.
Bruce Wayne has OCD. He doesn’t realize, because he thinks the preparedness is beneficial and the recurring thoughts keep him focused. He thinks it’s all the usual mess that comes from, well, dressing as a bat and punching criminals while having a ton of trauma. He rationalizes everything. For example, after Jason’s death, he ritually removes any sign of him from the mansion. However, he has to confront it when Damian’s own compulsions almost get him killed.
Alfred and Martha vanish into the kitchens for their annual passive aggressive bake off/complain about their loved ones tendencies to get injured, time
No one knows for sure who thrown the first forkful of greenbeans
Damian says it was Tim
Tim says it was Damian
Whoever started it, the food fight escalates quickly.
It’s less of a food fight and more of a food war
Alliances are made. The teams are Tim and Kon, Damian and Jon, Jason and Dick, and Cassandra and Kara.
Barbra and Steph were spending it with their father and mother, respectfully, but promised to stop by later and say hi to the Kent’s.
Clark, bless his heart, attempts to stop the fight and gets a face full of mashed potatoes for his trouble
Lois and Bruce, being the smart ones, make a tactical retreat (we didn’t run away, Clark, we are simply able to recognize a lost cause when we see one. Unlike you.) to the wine cellar, where they break out the good stuff. They feel they deserve it.
In the confusion, Selina manages to ninja her way into the dinning room and make off with all the pumpkin pies.
The food fight is halted by Penguin attempting to take over city hall
Imagine his surprise when he is stopped by not just the bats, but several aliens, all of whom are in bad moods and, is that a roll on the end of Robin’s katana?
The roll does not make the sword any less sharp, as Penguin’s goons discover
The moods of the two superhero family’s does not improve upon arriving back at the Manor and finding out they will be expected to clean up the mess they made. With out using their powers or gadgets.
Barbra later hacks the security cameras and sends footage of the food fight to all of the crime fighting community.
Thank goodness the villains never got a hold of the footage. No one would be scared of Superman ever again if they saw him get hit by a spoonful of flying mashed potatoes.
Thanks @crazyfreckledginger and anon for requesting! ❤ This is actually a Part 2 of an imagine that I wrote a little bit ago, so go check out Part 1 first :)
Request: Hi! First of all thank you so much for the fic! It was so good jfbzidbsis ahhh no words!! Anyway could you do a part 2, in your own tile of course!! 😌👌👌 Love ya!!! 😍😍😍😍😘😘😘😘😘
Request: Your crossover was amazing with the batboys and Peter Parker 😍 I was wondering if I can request one where tony and Bruce have them all go on a mission and the two eldest batboys won’t stop flirting with the reader and the reader flirting back and Peter acting like a cute overprotective best friend/ brother and Damian being jealous he isn’t old enough for the reader 😂😅 ?
“Whose idea was it to send us all on a mission together again?” Peter asked you. The two of you were perched on a Gotham rooftop, waiting for the Batfamily to join you.
“Bruce’s,” you said. “Apparently his sons liked us enough that they wanted us to join them on patrol.”
“I think they wanted to spend more time with you, Y/N,” he said. “They weren’t interested in Spider-Man. They were interested in Violet Witch, and you were interested in them, too.”
“You jealous?” you asked with a teasing smirk.
“Of course not. You’re like a sister to me,” he said, sounding annoyed. “I’m just worried.”
“Don’t be,” you said, allowing tendrils of light to weave through your fingers. Unlike your sister’s scarlet, your powers manifested as a violet glow, earning you the name Violet Witch.
You and Peter heard footsteps approaching from behind you the same time you heard someone call out a greeting.
“Hey, guys.” Dick offered you and Peter a friendly grin, dressed in full Nightwing regalia. Jason had his leather jacket and red helmet, Tim had his red ensemble with wings, and Damian had his Robin suit on. It was almost surreal, seeing the group of heroes you had always dreamed of meeting standing in front of you.
“Are you guys ready?” Peter asked. You could tell he was impatient for this to be over.
The Batboys try to have a videogame weekend every so often. They try to play something someone likes each time. Jason loves shooter games, Tim loves detective and puzzle games, Dick likes playing RPGs, and Damian likes any game he can be creative in.
it’s now widely known that the JL cannot do meetings in Bruce’s home.
Here are some of the things that have happened at previous meetings.
- A boy stumbled in, wide-eyed and messy haired, poured himself a mug of coffee. He never noticed that he completely missed the mug. He announced loudly, “BRUCE you’re not gonna fuckin believe this” and started rambling out a theory. In response, Bruce closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and just waited for a minute.
- A tiny kid with a katana walked in followed by a cow. Bruce didn’t even look up.
- A gangly kid came in with a gun strapped to one thigh and a round of throwing knives strapped to the other. He took a chair from the dining room and dragged it all the way into the kitchen. It screeched across the floor the entire time. The league watched silently. The boy stood up on the chair to look at the assorted bottles of alcohol on top of the fridge. He chose tequila, took the cork out, and drank it straight from the bottle.
“It’s okay, I’m over 21.” He said.
Bruce shook his head, “he’s not. just ignore him.” The boy poured the rest of the tequila into a water bottle and dragged the chair back across the floor. On his way out, he gave a mock salute and said, “later, pops.”
- a cop in his mid twenties came in and said, “Lil D asked me to brink turkey food? I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not so I bought some.”
Bruce, who had no idea whether or not there really was a turkey in his house, just soundlessly pointed him in the right direction.
- A girl walked in soundlessly and sat next to Bruce. She never said anything, just listened calmly and nodded every so often. This wasn’t a problem. Bruce loves his only daughter.
- another boy came in, wearing a yellow bat symbol on his chest. Wide eyed, he tapped bruce on the shoulder carefully and said, “Uh, I’m pretty sure we’re in the middle of an alien invasion. Is that… is that something you deal with, or do I… am I gonna have to… what do I -”
bruce took a deep breath and asked, “I dunno, how big of an invasion is it?”
So anyway Bruce Wayne, a Jewish orphan, raised by an old British man, grows up, adopts a small Romani acrobat, a homeless Latino boy, an half Jewish Asian genius, has a half Arabic son, and later marries a Latina lady who loves cats.