Young Justice Batmom: Part 8
AN: It has been forever and a day since I last updated this. I love how it turned out and I’m happy this got voted number one! For those of you who don’t know I held a poll on twitter to decide which series update I should post to day and YJ Batmom won! Make sure to follow me on twitter for more polls, and previews! Click Here to go to my twitter!
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You complete the obstacle course without throwing up, which in your book… is a win. Especially since you’d thrown up the last two times you’d done it. If your father could see you now he’d be screaming.
Years of physical training had gone down the drain in the years since you’d left your father’s organization and married Bruce. You’d never thought you’d have to fight again, and yet … here you were.
“You’re getting better.”
You crack open an eye to stare at your son, he’s balancing on his hands, on top of a ball. For a minute, you consider the possibility of him being part seal. You dismiss this as you heave your upper body into a sitting position. “I’m too old for this stuff.”
Dick cracks a grin, “You’re in your twenties.”
You nod, “My point exactly. That, and the fact that my husband is a task master.”
Your eyes slide over to your husband. He’s standing in the corner writing notes on a clipboard. He glances at you for a second before writing something else down. Then without looking at you he says, “You’re the one who wanted to get back in fighting shape. I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you, and compared to Ra’s, I’m a freaking walk in the park. Now then, let’s go again.”
You stare at him, “I want a divorce.”
Dick slumps onto your back, and wraps his arms around your neck, before asking, “I can live with you, right? And Alfred will come with us, right?”
Bruce smiles at the two of you before dropping the clipboard and rushing both of you. It’s instinct that has you hopping to your feet. Dick’s legs wrap around your waist, and then you’re running.
You’re at the disadvantage, and you know it. You’re out of shape, and carrying a thirteen-year-old boy on your back. It’s honestly amazing that you last as long as you do. Bruce takes both of you down while taking the brunt of the fall.
The three of you collapse in a laughing heap and just lay there. Dick is sandwiched in-between the two of you when he laughs, “We should do this more often.”
You sigh, “Some families do a game night.”
Bruce and Dick look at each other for a minute before shaking their heads and saying, “Nah.”
You roll your eyes and hop to your feet, “Well I am going to go take a shower.”
Bruce sits up, “What are you talking about, you still have laps to do. You didn’t beat your obstacle course time.”
You glare at him, “You want to go back to being a billionaire playboy, don’t you?”
“If he knows what’s good for him, he won’t even entertain that thought.” Alfred says as he enters the gym. “I worked long and hard to put the idea of lifelong companionship in his mind, and I refuse to go back to bimbos walking around in his dress shirts.”
You glance at your husband, “When the hell did that happen? We got together when we were twenty. After you’d been training for two years.”
Bruce winces, “I was sixteen, and he was supposed to be gone for the entire weekend.”
Alfred rolls his eyes, “Like I was going to be that stupid.”
You stare at your husband, and he stares back, before he says, “How about I forget about the laps, and we stay married.”
You smile, “Okay, but only for Alfred’s sake.” You lean down and kiss your husband, when you pull back you whisper in his ear, “And maybe a bit for my own as well.”
He pulls you back down for another kiss, before whispering, “Do you want some company?”
You glance over at Dick who’s on the parallel bars, “Well we certainly wouldn’t be missed.”
You grin at each other when the alarm goes off. He growls and you frown. Dick dismounts and simply says, “Let’s go guys.”
You and Dick head straight for the Mountain while Bruce changes into his gear. You don’t bother with the mask or changing. At this point, the secret’s out, and you could not care less. You watch your son spar with Kaldur, and you find the Artemis at your side a moment later.
“Hi Mrs. Wayne.”
You smile at the girl, “Hello, Artemis.”
The archer smiles back, “Why do you look like you’ve spent the morning getting your butt kicked.”
You sigh, “Because I live with bullies, and I am waaay out of practice.”
Artemis chuckles and takes a seat next to you, “So it’s possible to lose the skills, then?”
You shrug, “I wish that were the case. Instead it seems to be more along the lines of they’re in hibernation. Then I find myself pinned and they seem to wake up a little at a time, and then my body just moves.”
“Self preservation wins out.”
You nod, “It would seem so.”
There’s a moment of silence before she asks, “So does this mean you’re joining the Team or the League?”
You snort out a laugh, “Neither. I’m a reserve member. I only go if they need me.”
“Do you have a costume?”
Your eye twitches, “I don’t do tights.”
She laughs as Bruce enters, and you follow the kids to the command center. By the end of the briefing your eye is twitching, and you’re radiating anger. No one seems willing to approach you, with the exception of Bruce, and even he seems hesitant.
“Y/N,” He says slowly.
“Don’t you dare try to keep me from going, Bruce Wayne.” He winces at the use of his name.
He tries again, “Y/N…”
“I hate that damn clown, I hate him with everything I have. He needs to be put down, and I don’t want my kids near him.” Bruce stares at you, and your eyes narrow, “What?”
“Two things. One we don’t kill, and two when did we get ‘kids’? Last time I checked we had a kid. Singular, not plural.”
You roll your eyes, “The minute I became den mother those kids became ours. I’ve already dealt with the Joker hurting Dick once, I refuse to see it happen again.”
“He knows the risk. We all do.”
“He’s thirteen Bruce.”
“And what could you do at thirteen?”
“That’s a different situation.”
“I was raised by an immortal psychopath who thought it was fun to pit his children against each other.”
Bruce hesitates for a minute, “What would you suggest?”
“Send two of the League with them, and I can help the League.”
Bruce stares at you, “You’ve only been training for …”
“My whole life Bruce. I’ve been training for my entire life. I’m rusty, I won’t deny that, but I can help take down some plants.”
He stares at you in contemplation, before sighing. Then he lifts his finger to his earpiece and says, “There’s been a change of plans, Hell Cat and I are going with the Team.” There’s a moment of silence before he barks back, “Of course I’m sure. I’d be next to useless against giant plants. Batman out.”
You smile at him before leaning in to kiss him, “I’ll go suit up.”
Dick is less thrilled than you are by the news. “I can’t believe my parents are going on a mission with me! I’m thirteen, I don’t need a babysitter.
You scoff from your seat in the bio ship, “Richard Grayson, get your temper tantrum under control now, or you can wait in the ship.”
His head turns to stare at you with the use of his full name, “MOM!”
You raise an eyebrow, and stare back before he relents and slumps into his seat, “Let’s get one thing straight. The minute I became den mother you all became my kids. This mission is an active fight against high level villains, and I’ll be damned if I let some stupid clown hurt my kids.”
The kids turn to face you, a bit surprised by your declaration, but no one protests. There’s several moments of silence before Bruce says, “Looks like your days of being an only child are over kid.” There’s a stunned silence before the ship bursts out in laughter.
The mission is hard, and by the end you want nothing to do with swamps, bugs, or plants ever again. In fact, you’re even considering sabotaging Alfred’s ficus. But you consider it worth it to see Bruce punch out the clown, especially after he went after your baby with a knife.
“Wow those mosquitos really did a number on you.” Artemis smirks.
You try to resist the urge to scratch one of the numerous bites on your skin, “Yeah, I can’t leave the house without being doused in bug spray during the summer. Mosquitoes flock to me.”
“You need a better suit.”
“Oh, I have ideas for that!” M’Gann calls from the other side of the room. And before you know it the rest of the kids are all pitching in their ideas, before Kaldur says loudly, “Perhaps we should let our mother have some say.”
You blink owlishly for a moment before, M’Gann says, “Well, Mom?”
Artemis nudges you with her elbow, “Aunt Y/N?”
Wally and Dick grin at you, and then Conner too asks, “Mom?”
You glance at Bruce over their heads and he smiles at you. Smiling you open your arms and say, “We’ll talk about it later. For now, group hug!”
Then you’re surrounded by your kids. You glance at Dick who’s hanging off your back, and he simply smiles and says, “I guess we’re one big happy family now.”
You smile and say, “You’re still my baby.”
He just groans.