Young Justice Batmom: Part 10
Prompt: How the YJ Universe would be different if batmom there.
“Have I ever mentioned that I hate magic?”
“More than once Ms. Y/N. And to be honest, I can’t say I blame you.”
“They took my kids Alfred, I’ll kill whoever’s behind this.”
Alfred simply smiles, “The mother bear has come to retrieve her children.” You smile at the butler, and he smiles back. You’ve noticed that he’s been doing that more lately. Smiling, and laughing. You attribute it to all the children staying at the Manor. The press had had a field day with all the different announcements and reasons for the adoptions.
Personally, you loved having all the kids there. The Manor was alive with laughter. There was the occasional bickering, but more often than not it was just plain fun. Dick had adjusted well to the presence of more children in the house, although he did get jealous occasionally. You made sure to set aside time for him.
But now, the Manor was quiet, and you didn’t like it one bit. You entered through the zeta tube. You found Bruce dressed and ready to go. His face was serious, but as you approached, he simply opened his arms and hugged you to him. Leaning in close he whispered, “We’ll get them back. Captain Marvel has given us a lead.”
The news that Captain Marvel is really an eight year old boy does not sit well with you. Of course Dick had started young, but you and Bruce had been there to supervise. You listen to the go between with a forced neutrality. You push all your feelings aside and focus on the mission. That’s what is going to get your kids back.
When it comes time to go, you stick close to Bruce and Giovani. You can tell that the magician has something up his sleeve, and you’re also certain that you won’t like it. You’d never cared for magic, even when you were little. Your father had invited the world’s best sorcerers to the compound, in an effort to extend his power. Some small part of you had always considered it cheating. Even now, as you fought against it, you hated it. Hated it with a passion.
You dodge the spells with the precision your father had drilled into you as a child. You do your best to provide a distraction, anything that will let Giovani end this. Right up until Captain Marvel comes barreling through the earth with the stone. When the world flickers back to normal, your eyes fly first to Bruce and then your children. You’re quick to take inventory of everyone’s cuts and bruises, before delivering a series of bone crushing hugs. That’s when you see her.
As you listen to Nabu refuse to give up Zatanna, your hatred of magic grows. You pull M’Gann, and Artemis to you, and glare at Nabu. And when Giovani turns to face you, you know what he’s about to say. “Bruce, Y/N, you’ll take care of her, right? Nurture her? Mother her? She’s never had a mother before.”
Bruce’s arm wraps around your shoulders, as the other wraps around Dick, “We’ll watch over her old friend. Do what you must.”
You watch the goodbyes with a detached sadness, knowing that if it had been one of yours, you would have done the same. You take a sobbing Zatanna into your arms, and simply hold her. Knowing that no words can help her right now. As you meet Bruce’s eyes, and he gives a small nod, she becomes one of yours.