“...Where is our child ?” - Wonder Woman x fem!Reader
Hey, so because I often receive messages about you guys wanting “more Wondermom” (yes, “Wondermom” became a thing) well…I’m writing this story. This is basically a part 2 of : “take care of my babies or you’ll die”, so if you didn’t read that you can if you want, so this story will make more sense and…Boom, part 2, hope you’ll like it :
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The present :
You and Diana were sitting side by side on an upside down car, looking at the destruction the latest “League fight to save the World” created.
Fortunately, everything happened after the small town where things went down was evacuated (thanks god your brother, Bruce, was always planning things so carefully and almost always managed to bring the villains where he wanted them to be, in inhabited places). But oh the destruction was still there.
The small coffee shop that was absolutely the cutest and that made you want to sit in and drink a warm cup of brew was no more.
The school, a school that eerily resembled the one your son used to go to, was no more.
People’s houses were gone. They all lost everything (though probably, “Wayne Enterprise” would get a new charity and give money and men to rebuild the place). All their possessions were no more. Pictures of their families, the same kind that hung in your house, souvenirs and all…no more.
Worst, the library and book shop right next door were no more…You sighed as you see a few pages of destroyed books fly in the wind.
Your Diana’s arm is around your shoulder, and you cuddle closer to her as you witness the destruction you and your friends were responsible for…But hey, you saved the World again. Small sacrifices were always needed you know ?
Still, her presence reassures you, makes you feel better. It always have. Having her beside you always made you stronger.
Your wife’s voice startles you, as you weren’t expecting her to speak right now, in that short moment of peace after the storm :
-Remember when I said that I did NOT want our child to ever fight ?
You smile weakly and straighten up a bit, turning your head to look at her. She smiles back at you, and you take a wild strand of her hair to put it behind her ear lovingly, brushing your fingers along her cheek, before saying :
-Yes I do. The good old days.
-When he wasn’t born yet and we could still hope.
-Really, what did we expect ? He’s ours, of course he would have to fight one day…
-I just wished there was another way. That he could have had a normal life.
A loud sigh behind you makes you jump a bit and you both turn around…to be faced with your brother and his sons.
The sigh was from the youngest, Damian and…oh God you couldn’t believe that brat was already an adult. You wished you could turn back time, to moments where he was not that giant man, but a tiny insecure boy who often came to his aunt for advices and hugs (yes, hugs. It was a secret between you and him).
You don’t even have time to say anything as Damian begins :
-You know, Thomas isn’t a baby anymore. He’s perfectly capable to handle himself on a battlefield. After all he’s from my…our family, there wasn’t any other way, and such an extraordinary being couldn’t have just a “normal life”. He’s important. Hell, he even saved Superman’s life today. He’s vital part of the league. And…
You roll your eyes and cut him off :
-Yes yes I know Dami’, you told us a hundred time.
-And yet you still baby him. You know, he just turned twenty and…
-LALALALALLALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU MY TOMMY IS STILL MY TINY SON LALALALALLALAAAAAA !!
Diana chuckles lowly, your nephews (but Damian) full on laugh at the face their little brother is making (seriously, it could be the illustration for the word “annoyed” in the dictionary), and even your brother utter a small smile.
Of course you know your boy isn’t a small child anymore but…you can’t help it. You can’t help but being a little bit sad and angry at yourself for ever letting him become a superhero too. You can’t help but feeling guilty about the life he’s doomed to lead. You can’t help but worry about him constantly.
Sure, he’s twenty now but…Some things never change.
Speaking about things that never change :
-Wait…Where is he ?
Bruce looks away and his sons do too, but you catch Tim’s look before he can and it’s impossible to avoid your gaze once it’s locked on something and…With a dangerous voice, you ask :
-Spit it up Tim, my boy…Where’s our child ?