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silly-thinkings · 9 months ago

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The cursed stone Fin!

OMG i finished this STORYYYYYYY. I got let go from work today and thought to myself "Maybe now is a great time to finish this thing" I hope you enjoy this story as it was a fun to write. I now feel more comfortable with posting all these OTHER STORIES that i've been writing in my notes. I did not edit this so forgive my mistakes.

Pt.7

Tired, but smiling. When you walked into the jazzy establishment all the workers greeted you with a smile. Most of them knew of your plan of escape. Of course they did, they too wanted out of this life. For their safety you never shared any information, however they trusted you. You entered a room with your boss on the other side. Many bodyguards litter the room, some laughing while others on high alert.

“Ahh there's the star of the show.” Maxwell greeted you with open arms. For the first time in a long time you did not return the favor “One of your boys raided my home, beat up my son, and accused me of giving you up. What the hell is that about hmm?”

The room goes quiet, but your guard does not waver. Maxwell’s smile turned into a deep frown. “Who did this?”

You look to your right to see the man to blame. He wore the same black suit the other guards wore. Except he had a red rose on his chest pocket. The man looked angry over the phone. “Eddy sir.”

At the sound of his name he froze. Adjusted his suite and tie. Then turned around. “I've been called.” His smile disgusted you as he approached your area

Maxwell raised his hand dismissing everyone in the room. Once it was just the three of you alone he whispered something in Eddys ear.

The man's smile grew, as if he was finally receiving his just deserts.

“Y/n you've been good to me. So i'll cut to the chase. Your son has been a very naughty boy. He was the rat. HE is the reason why I need to rush my plans and YOU will decide his fate.”

You felt your heart sank. All that work, all that effort of keeping Jamie safe was for what. “Sir i can assure you that-”

“A- a- a-” The boss pulls a gun from his inner pocket calmly. “I am asking for you to choose how this is going to go.”

You felt your body shake as now there's a gun to your chest. The man steps closer gently placing the weapon on your skin “I really liked you as my right hand Y/n. So I hope you make the wise choice.”

Eddie reuters with a phone, he hands it to you. You try to stay calm but your hands are visibly shaken. “H-hello”

“Mom… Im sorry.” Jamies voice was on the other end. Not again, if anything this was even worse than before. “Max. whats this about.”

Maxwell stepped back from you loading the gun “Three men y/n. Three! Of my men were murdered by your son. So, what are you going to do about it?”

“Mom. Im sorry. I just want you out of this mess. I want us free… I dont want to die again.”

Again? You shook your head. No time for that. You took a deep breath “Listen baby. I love you. Follow the plan.”

“W-what?” Jamies voice was frantic over the phone but you hung up before he can incriminate himself further.

You took a deep breath “Alright Max. Since my son was the one that did it. I will be in the black box for as long as you wish.”

Eddies jaw dropped. He was hoping for a more hysterical pleading but not this. “B-boss no way. We have to keep these two. We have to.”

Bang!

You flinched as the gun shot rang in your ear. Eddie held onto his thigh as he howled in pain. “You! I should have you killed for this. You're the reason why I have to get rid of my best employee.” Maxwell kneeled down to the screaming man “You will never be as efficient as Y/N L/N”

On the inside you felt such terrors but the lives of others, your plan with Batman and the GCPD cannot be compromised. Tonight is the night where all of the people who've suffered under this tyrant get their freedom. Max loaded the gun “Move.” His faux friendly demeanor now gone as he escorted you out the room.

The two of you walked deeper and deeper underground. Many of the personnel watched as you had a gun to the back of your head, as if it were some twisted parade. The band members began arguing with some of the security, you heard their cries and the next thing chaos. Another gunshot rang out. A warning shot. “I don't want to hear anymore complaining! Witness what happens when you cross me.” You look towards your friends and softly shake your head. Please, the plan is still in motion. You'll all be safe.

You continued to walk now with your hands up in surrender “Max please. They know nothing. You don’t want to lose any more money.”

He chucked. Amused that you’re still caring about his assets. At the press of a warm weapon on your shoulder, you move into a room accepting that you won't make it out.

Meanwhile

Jim Gorden strategize and reviewed the plan on how to successfully infiltrate the establishment. Many many cops were armed and ready.

Batman sped down the streets with Damian beside him. He held onto the stone tightly, this was his last chance to save the family. “Hey B. I'm getting some strange signals on our communications. I think we’re being hacked? No way.” Tim spoke through the speaker phone. A soft static can be heard through the airwaves. “Pick- me- up… Jay-”

Damian snapped to attention. “Red robin. Enhance that signal.”

Tim groaned “Why should i”

“Just Do it! We have no time.”

Tim locked in on the signal finding the location “Its that kid again. The blond one.”

Damian looked to his father “Pick him up. Please.”

Bruce shifted gears and drove towards the red dot. Damian let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. When they reach the destination Jamie didn't have time to geek out over the batmobile. He was thrown in and sped out.

You felt pain shoot up your leg. You fell to the floor with a thud quickly applying pressure to your new wound. “Put her on the chair.” The two guards from earlier recovered quickly. Each of them grabbed your arm and pulled you up. Your attempts to struggle were in vain as blood trailed on the floor. The guards securely bound your arms and legs on the limbs of the chair then moved away. You sent a glare at the gun welder “What the hell max” you say through gritted teeth.

The crime boss laughed “don’t play coy with me missy. You know what happenes in here. I need you to learn.” Max nodded his head at the men. The guard happily punched you in the face. You didn't cry out, nor did you scream. “Ohh” max placed a finger under your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye “you took that well.” You smiled “what kind of girl do you take me for? I wouldn’t be where I am if I couldn’t handle something as petty as this.” Another punch to the face made you dizzy “you know I HATE meaningless death? My men were killed yesterday. And now Batman is probably on his way over!” He grabbed your hair “I know you’ve been protecting the lives that serve me. The band, those women that sing with you. That boy.” He leaned in close “let me ask this again, for the record. Answer honestly.” You felt his breath on your ear “Are you responsible for Batman raiding my property?” You chuckled before you slammed your head onto his as hard as you could. Maxwell tumbled back and held his nose. “Yes~”

“Where is Y/N?” Robin asked Jamie who was handcuffing another person. Jamie looked around “I dont know. The last time we spoke was over the phone.” Robin hummed. He then placed a hand on his head as it began to throb“TT!” Jamie walked to the crime fighter “Hey? You good?” “My memories you idiot” Robin’s grip on the pouch that contained his piece of the stone tightened “we must find her. Did you bring the stone?”

“Yea.” To Damians surprise Jason called him through the earpiece “hey, I caught the main man. He was trying to escape on a boat.” “How is this relevant to Red Hood?” “He said Y/N’s downstairs. In the cold room.” Damian’s face scrunched together. “The cold room?” Jamie’s eyes widened “No… no no no no” The blond bolted through the crowd. “Hey! Wait!” Robin caught up with him and asked," What is the cold room.” Jamie Looked at him with panicked eyes “That's where they go to interrogate people. But those who go in never come out.” The two just kept running down some stairs and deeper into tunnels. Jamie finally reached the door. He slammed his body against it, desperately trying to open the door “C’mon you stupid- . Why won’t THIS DOOR OPEN.” “Move over” Damian pulled out two lock pick pins and pushed him aside. He had to hurry. This is the last chance they had to get their lives back. It was up to him, and only him. Jamie heard the lock click. He stood by the door frozen, unable to go through with opening the door. This was his fault surely, she protected him yet again. Damian frantically opened the door and his worst horrors laid before him. “UMMI!” Damian rushed to her side “Ummi! Mother please. Open your eyes.” you groaned. Music to his ears. Jamie shuffled his feet next to them. His legs couldn’t hold him anymore as he fell to his knees “Mom.” Jamie could barely whisper with how his lips quivered. You smiled “my boys.” “ TT’ How could you smile at a time like this! I need to treat your wounds.” Even though he tried to sound stern, the boy's voice shook. Her whole body littered with deep gashes and bruises. Blood began to pool from her leg, and her eyes were beginning to close for longer periods of time. Damian pulled out the broken stone and placed it in her hand “mother. Forgive me. I’m so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean any of it. This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Jamie allowed himself to cry “im sorry ma. It should have been me. It was supposed to be me!” You gathered all the strength that you could to weakly place a hand on Jamie’s head, whilst the other found its way to Damians cheek dropping the stones in the process. “I remember. Dick, Jason, Timothy, Jamie, Damian.” Your hands found its way to each child. Interlocking your fingers with theirs “I know you didn’t mean what you said Damian.” More tears streamed down his face “why! Why isn’t it working.” Jamie’s head rose slowly “forgiveness… I don’t think… She’s the one that needs to forgive.” You smile. Your vision begins to cloud. You're dying and you knew it. Jamie looked at Damian “I’m sorry. For thinking that you and the rest were out to kill us. I’m sorry for what I said.” Damian nodded “I am also sorry for. How do you put it… “jumping the gun”

Unbeknownst to them You felt a tear slowly fall down your cheek as you took your last breath.

“Damian, you need to forgive yourself for the words you said. Truly” Jamie nodded towards the stone that was faintly glowing.

“Where’s your stone? We need to give it to Ummi” Damian reached for his and placed it in your hand. It was only then where he noticed your body limp. Jamie noticed your head fall to the side. Your chest wasn’t rising and falling. “Wait…” “MOTHER!” Batman finally arrived at the scene only to find Robin and Jamie crying out in agony. Bruce let out a shaky breath himself, he was too late to save her. He wasn’t fast enough. “MOTHER PLEASE. I'M SORRY!” Damian didn’t mean t loose his cool during a mission. Surely this was out of character for him. But the pain. From the headaches to the tightening of his chest he held onto the hand of his adoptive mother. Bruce had never seen let alone heard this side of Damian. Jamie’s cries died down however The poor boy firmly gripped onto her hand while he rested his head into her chest. “It should've been me.” Jamie whispered. Damian’s head rose. Sniffles can be heard as he picked up both of the peace’s of the stone. “Ummi. I’m so sorry.” Bruce heard footsteps in the distance. “Police are coming. We need to-“ His words were taken from him from the overwhelming sight in front of his. Unbeknownst to the boys, a glowing yellow light enveloped all three bodies. “Robin! Jamie, get out!” Bruce attempted to grab both of them but the light soon engulfed everything.

All they heard was an angry shout. ~~ Damian blinked. He looked around to find himself in the cave. Holding the stone. “You’re right.” Damian’s head immediately snapped upwards. He couldn’t believe it. “I am not your mother. But-“ “UMMI!!!” Damian placed the stone back and ran straight into your arms. “I’m so sorry. I won’t be going on patrol. I’ll listen to what you say. Please forgive me.” You looked down at him confused. “W-what?” Just then you felt an immense weight all around you. All four of your boys tackled you to the ground. “Ma! You’re back.” Jason was the first to speak. “We missed you so much. No, no we love you so very much.” Tim exclaimed as he squeezed in-between Dick and Damian. “Ma, you have got to sing for us. Or maybe give us some fighting tips yourself hmmm~” Dick added to which it confused you greatly. “What’s going on? Why are you all… I mean, I love this but where is it coming from.” Suddenly all of them began speaking at once. Time travel, alternate reality, Damian being the cause. It was so overwhelming. “Wait wait wait.” The sound of the batmobile couldn't even shake the children off you. “Bruce, get your children.” you say as you truly try to get up. But you are simply not strong enough.

Bruce stepped out of the car confused. He removed his cowl “What did I miss?”

Jason finally had his fill and rose from the pile. Just for fun he lifted Tim up with ease. “Hey.”

Jason walked towards Bruce and placed a hand on his shoulder “Thanks B.” As much as he wants to stay behind and spend time with you, he has a reputation to uphold. Jason got on his motorcycle and left the cave. Maybe, just maybe Jamie could be out there like he was.

Bruce returned to the rest of his family. Dick helped his surprised wife “I didn't think Damian would take the news like this.” he reached out to you only for you to stop him “Ew no, shower first then we talk.”

Bruce rolled his eyes. He watched you and the boys head upstairs riddling you with questions of how the two of you met, who was your former employer, etc. He looked upon the desk to see that yellow stone from their earlier mission. Bruce went to it and looked at the cracks that weren't there before.

“Ill ask later.” *AN: I normally don't do taglist but i do remember some of the usernames that asked when the next chapter will be. I hope i got all of you guys. Thank you again for your patience :) @lafrone @freyathehuntress @tn-2358 @littlepadfootmoony @billyg4en

#batmom #batmom reader #dc fanfic #jason todd #dick grayson #black!batmom #batmom angst

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Bat / Wayne Family Masterlist

{ Batmom!Reader x Batfamily }

Mostly wholesome one-shotes about Reader being the wife to Bruce Wayne and a mom to his hord of children. The children who she loves and adores, only wanting the best for her babies.

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Thunderstorm (Damian Wayne x Batmom!Reader)

Fight (Dick Grayson x Batmom!reader)

The talk (Tim Drake x Batmom!reader)

Weekend alone 🌶 (Bruce Wayne x Batmom!reader)

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{ Batsis!Reader x Batfamily }

Just reader being the youngest Wayne sibling and the others loving to see her grow up.

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Morning snuggles (Bruce Wayne x Batsis!reader)

Fleep (Batfam x Batsis!reader)

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Note: All these stories are on Wattpad too. Username, Teddy_Pines, Title of the story, Batfam One-Shots.

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silly-thinkings · 9 months ago

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Hey! So i just read the batmom story you have on wattpad, are you going to finish it by any chance?

I want to say yes. If anything it’s already completed. Just 1 or 2 chapters left 🙏

I’ve just been feeling insecure about my writing lately 🧍 that’s why I haven’t posted in so long.

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silly-thinkings · 9 months ago

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adjacent

★⇢ Bruce Wayne x reader

★⇢ angst, fluff

★⇢ violence! slightly described torture

★⇢ wordcount; almost 3k <3

★⇢ yay first batman fic!! I missed writing and i’m maybe hoping to get back to it :)

★⇢ cross posted on ao3

You were always careful when walking around in the city. Living in the biggest crime city in the country has taught you a lot of things about survival. Being a woman and associated with Bruce Wayne brought a lot of unwanted attention, but only sometimes and besides, you could handle yourself.

Until you couldn’t.

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You were almost at your car when you heard multiple footsteps behind you, when usually you wouldn’t think something was wrong an uncomfortable feeling washed over you.

Now you were on high alert. You heard snickering behind you when speeding up, too panicked to look behind you. Flashes of your talks with bruce come up, shakily you pried the bag with you open.

Speed-dialing his number “please please please answer.” you begged silently while listening the phone ring.

Cursing when the call went in to voicemail.

“Something’s wrong. I- fuck I think I might be in trouble— please Bruce for once answer the phone.”

Inhaling, exhaling you pressed the call button again. “It’s Bruce, I’ll call back later.” The voicemail rung again, you think you might sob. You had talked about what if’s and you’re supposed to know what to do but it feels like you’re frozen. You can’t think, you can’t run. You know they’re on your heels, but you just can’t move your muscles any faster.

“You know if ever, I mean ever sweet girl you’re in trouble and can’t reach me. Call Alfred. He’ll help you.” Bruce says while brushing your hair behind your ear, smiling at the loving gesture you ask “what kind of trouble?”

“Any kind.”

Walk walk walk, trying to find Alfred Pennyworths name from your contacts while panicking is not an easy task. But you do, and press call. For your relief he answers immediately, “Miss, how can I help you?” He asks.

“Alfred— I can’t reach Bruce and I think I might be in trouble. Fuck— I’m sorry, theres this group that’s following me, I’m so-“ your sentence cuts suddenly, you’re feeling woozy and you notice that the group has you surrounded.

“Well well, what do we have here?” One of the men snickers, “little miss Wayne, huh? Or should I say little miss Batman?” He laughs. “Which ones dick are you sucking huh? Or are you a slut? Stringing two men, hmm?” The group around you laughs.

“I guess we’ll see which one comes after you first, then.” He says before you feel yourself blacking out.

Bruce thinks he’s going to lose his mind, first you were calling him and now Alfred. Don’t both of you know that he’s in this meeting? He’s literally here only because of you, sighing and excusing himself he decides to take Alfreds call first.

“Alfred you know I’m in a meeting please—“ he doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before he feels like his heart leaped from his chest.

“She’s been taken.” Alfred says hurriedly “I’m not sure by who but she called me clearly in distress and I heard how she was—“

Bruce thinks he might pass out. “From what i was able to hear from the phone call, it’s a taunt to you and Batman.”

Immediately hanging up he listens to your distressed voicemail. “Mr. Wayne, is everything okay?” He hears a chair member ask behind him. But he doesn’t answer, he needs to get to you.

You gasp awake when water drenches you. “Welcome back. Now, you are going to listen to me and speak only when prompted to, alright?” The man before you says, you can’t make out his face in the darkness but you know better. “Understood.” You say in a timid voice, to make yourself seem small so he feels in control.

But you know you just need to prolong this until Vengeance can find you. The man smiles at your response, he probably is getting off on this, you think.

“Good girl. Now first question, who is the Batman?” He questions, you had assumed it was coming.

You shake your head “I couldn’t tell you mister, because he never showed me his face nor told me his identity.” You answer softly. “Wrong answer.” He says and— you probably should’ve seen it coming electrocutes you.

You gasp in pain, the shocks never seem to stop until it does. “You see now girl, this is not a game to me. You will tell me who the Batman is, hopefully sooner than later.” He says menacingly before stalking off.

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You don’t know how long it’s been, how long you really have been in this dungeon the men brought you. But it’s been long enough for you to start accepting your fate, maybe he is not coming, he may not find you at all.

Your belief in the Batman is strong, belief in Bruce Wayne even stronger but you know he is just a man, you wouldn’t fault him if he didn’t find you in time.

Maybe you are really dying here, the man comes every few hours you think. Asks the same question, and he always gets the same answer. All you can feel is pain, it dulls down but never for long enough because he always comes back. You’re tired, close to giving up.

But then, you hear it. The sweet sound of hope. Distant screams, maybe it’s in your head. But you let yourself hope.

The man should’ve come for a 9th round already, but he hasn’t. And you can hear those heavy footsteps, you could recognize them anywhere. You hear men yell in agony and in fear, you might have even chuckled at it.

He’s here.

The last time the man came to question you, you broke down laughing. Slightly manic from the pain, he had been clearly startled. He had asked you why you were laughing, your facade had been broken down.

“He will come for you, he will find you.’ It’s just, when. And if I am dead, well.” You had said while cackling at his face. The man had straightened, maybe in fear who knows but you know you had been right.. Of course he hadn’t liked your answer and punched you but you knew the bat would come.

Vengeance had come. Suddenly the man who has been visiting you, runs in to the room. Shouting profanities, maybe at you maybe at the Batman. “What did you do?!” He yells at you, “how did he find us!” He says while grabbing your collar.

You just smile. The door slams open. There he is. You’ve always known Bruce Wayne as a kind passionate man, but his alter ego is far from that man. Batman is menacing and terrifying if he wants to be. Appearing from the shadows he slowly approaches you, the man holding you is shaking.

“S-stay back! Or I’ll hurt her!” He stutters out. You exhale, looking at the Batman you see his frigid stance, probably out of rage you think. But you see his hand twitch just slightly, which wouldn’t mean anything to anyone else but to you it speaks volumes.

He’s scared— anxious? You know you probably don’t look too hot on the metal chair, soaked and bruised.

He steps toward you and the man behind you breaks “okay, okay man! Just please let me go!” He back away from you. You chuckle dryly.

The Batman is on a war path, probably every other man in this building you’re in is gone. He flashes toward the man and you know it’s finished. You’re safe.

After 5minutes of beating the man to a pulp you speak up. “Hey Vengeance, little help?” You say exhaling from the pain. He stops, startled like he forgot you were even in the same room as him. Suddenly he’s on you, scanning every place you’re hurt in. He cuts the rope’s that are binding you in the chair.

His gloved hands are on your face holding it up. You can see the wild panic that’s still roaring in his eyes. “You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay.” He repeats like a mantra. “I will be fine, just please— help me out of here.” You sigh, all your strength is gone. You are putty in his arms when he lifts you from the chair.

“I’m sorry.” He quietly whispers. You shake your head in protest, always blaming himself. “Stop.” You only manage to get out before you’re blacking out.

You wake up to beeping, the smell of sterile hospital room fills your nostrils. The bright lights are going to blind you, you think. Suddenly realizing you’re completely alone. Eyebrows scrunching you look around the empty room, some of your things have been placed on a chair but nothing else in the room even indicates that anyone else has been there.

The door opens and Alfred walks in. You notice him relieved to see you up, “miss, I’m so glad to see you here in one piece.” He says softly while walking towards your bed.

You smile at him “I’m glad to see you too but—“ your sentence gets cuts short when you see Alfred grimace. That can’t be good.

“What is it?” You ask sighing. He reached into his coat pocket and pulls out an envelope, while he’s handing it to you- you realize what this is.

Tears slowly pooling to your eyes you chuckle. Of course— you can’t say you are surprised but well. Curse you for expecting anything else. You take it shakily from Alfred. “I’m going to find us something better to eat than hospital food while you—“ he sighs “I really am sorry about all of this, miss.” And he turns to leave.

A sob escapes you when the door closes behind Alfred. You open the envelope and find a letter and a check.

Sweet girl.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry for causing all of this to happen, this has been completely my responsibility and I’ve let you down. I have never been more scared when i got the call from Alfred.

Please use the money to move out of Gotham, I need you to be safe. We should not be seen together any longer, to avoid further damage to you, or to me. This shouldn’t never happened in the first place.

Your things are all in order, I have made sure of it.

I keep listening to the voicemail you left me before, I’m so sorry for not answering. It is all my fault.

— Bruce Wayne

He didn’t outright write it but you know this is Bruces way of saying goodbye. And now you’re hyperventilating. Great.

You didn’t deserve this, you didn’t deserve any of this. And he’s the one who’s pulling away? Tears are falling down on the letter, smudging the ink and his handwriting. A sob breaks through and you can’t stop. You’re trying to dry the letter with shaky hands, this stupid letter is all you have left of him now.

Alfred walks back in, food bag in hand he looks startled to see you in this state. “Miss, calm down please” he drops the food back next to your bed and grabs you by your forearms. “It will be alright, I promise.” He says but you shake your head. “I’m completely alone, I have no one.” Your voice cracks and another sob bubbles up. Alfred’s shaking his head furiously “no you are not, you have me. Just give him time, he’ll come around.” He tries to reassure you.

“No he won’t, he wants me to move out of the city.” You drop the letter on your lap and bury your face in your hands. What were you going to do?

“We will figure this out miss, I promise.”

You did figure it out.

It’s been a few months since the— event and since you saw Bruce. A person you had been seeing regularly since you were a child, just disappeared from your life completely. You swear you have seen flashes of him when you’re walking around the city but you might be reaching.

You have a relatively nice place in the outskirts of Gotham, much safer and comfortable than your last apartment. You did consider leaving the city all together but it has been your home for your entire life.

Alfred was a huge help in everything after you were discharged from the hospital. But you are alone now. You’d thought that it would have been something you had gotten used to but life has been a cruel joke to you for a while now.

It’s late, but you can’t sleep these days. So you resort to sitting on your porch with a teamug and a cigarette, a bad habit you picked up after everything. It wasn’t something you were proud of but it was comforting enough. You had adopted a cat, hoping to ease the loneliness a bit. While it did help a little you still felt desperately alone. Inhaling the smoke you listened the city and all of its noises. Police sirens, cars, that city hum had given you some peace at some point but now it just brought you dread.

Suddenly, goosebumps rose on your skin. Looking around you couldn’t see anything but you couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching you. Shivering you put out the cigarette to get up and go back inside.

“That’ll kill you.” You heard from the shadows, freezing completely. How dare he come to your house after everything?

“Fucking hypocrite.” You spit back and pull yourself up. Opening the front door and swiftly pulling it closed behind you, hoping it was enough of a message that you weren’t interested.

He knocks. He fucking knocks on your door. You laugh, ignoring the fucking knock you walk to your kitchen to set the tea mug down. He’s knocking again and you know he has persistence, so he could be knocking on your door all night. Inhale— exhale.

You walk back to the door and yank it open. He’s standing there with his hand up ready to knock again. “Get the fuck off my property Bruce.” You angrily pointed at him.

He takes his mask off— he looks like shit. “Please, let’s talk.” He pleads

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Having Bruce in your new home wasn’t something you let yourself imagine. But here he is, standing uncomfortably in your living room while you try to gather yourself in the kitchen.

“I know I fucked up but—“ he starts and you march to the other room. “No! You didn’t ‘fuck up’, I got kidnapped and you LEFT me right when I fucking needed you the most, Bruce!” You exclaim. He lowers his head maybe in shame but you’re too tired to analyze his tells.

“You can’t just— disappear from my life and the expect to be welcomed back with open arms! I have been so alone and—“ you let out an involuntary sob. “You left me Bruce.” Your voice cracks, of course you missed him but you can’t do this. Let yourself hope and get hurt all over again.

“I know. I’m sorry, fuck— I can’t stop listening the voicemail you left me that day and I remember how I couldn’t protect you all over again! If you weren’t associated with me, they wouldn’t have paid you any mind, and I can’t live with myself knowing that I’m the reason you got hurt.” He exclaims back, you shake your head in displeasure.

“I never blamed this on you Bruce. It was never on you! I just needed you to be here with me.” You sob, turning back around to face your hallway that leads to the kitchen. You hear Bruce move towards you and you still. “I have been deathly scared for you every night since you started being Batman. But I’ve stayed next to you through all of it because I know this city is important to you! I know what all of this means to you and even though, it breaks my heart to see you hurting I have always been in your corner.” You finally let out things that have been brewing inside you for months.

It’s so silent now that you think maybe he disappeared again, and you quickly turn back around but what you really see shocks you. Bruce Wayne has always been not stoic but strong, rarely have you seen him desperate or sad. His emotions always ranging between rage and apathy. But now he looks just, broken. You almost flinch towards him because of the sudden show of vulnerability. “I’m— apology isn’t even enough anymore is it.” He says voice hoarse.

“You know, that I’ve always been here for you. So why can’t you be here for me?” You sigh while taking a step toward the utterly broken looking man.

“I want to be. I just— I can’t lose you like I lost my parents.” He whispers as you approach him slowly. You sigh “I know, and I want to promise you won’t, but that’s life you know. But I can promise you that I will by your side as long as I can, if you let me.” Softly saying while you raise your arm to hold his forearm. “If you are on mine.”

His eye bags are showing underneath the black eyeshadow he has on, you bite your lip in concern— has he been sleeping at all? Bruce nods then and pulls you in to his arms. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. For everything, sweet girl.” He says quietly. “I promise I will be here, for you.”

You think then, that maybe everything will be okay, after all.

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silly-thinkings · 9 months ago

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Batman has a very specific code that's on everyone's communicator that he warns the JL to 'Never tap into it unless I'm indisposed and the world is 2 seconds away from ending'

Fast forward a few years and batman is knocked out cold and the world is 2 seconds away from ending when one JL member rmbers batman's 'very important do not tap unless absolutely necessary' button

So obviously the JL taps it expecting some god or smth and who else picks up but a woman who's simultaneously yelling commands,tapping aggressively at what they assume to be a keyboard and calmly telling them that she's Oracle,that she's already linked every person on the battlefield's comms to the 'batfamily comms'(direct wording) and that she's sending reinforcements as they speak

Then,while the JL is still in shock,Red Hood the fucking drug lord lands beside them and starts shooting up enemies,Nightwing is futher back backflipping,Red Robin is doing his shit

A mysterious black cowled girl pops up beside them and starts gently telling(ordering) them to specific parts of the battlefield(Hal gets so spooked he screams),a fully purple girl is beating enemies up next to them,a guy in neon yellow is punting enemies to the ground.

And some random ass 10 y/o is screaming bloody murder as he incapcitates enemies thrice his size

Edit: in case people don't see my reblog about it,i've been seeing a bunch of reblogs/comments about seeing this post on tiktok,tiktok is banned where I'm at so it's definitely not me,so do me a favor and report them thank you ( ദ്ദി ˙ᗜ˙ )

(also you can use this post as a prompt,but please credit me thanks ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ)

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silly-thinkings · 9 months ago

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heyyyy ryyyyy <333

since ur requests are open i thought id go ahead and ask if you're mayhaps open to anything for batmom? i don't have a completely solid idea but maybe smn like batmom has been getting threats or maybe hate or smn from somebody and everyone's reactions and how they get hella protective?

obv no pressure and you definitely do not have to write this

hope you have a great day bb

Heyyyyy, so this grew hands and wrote itself, I hope you enjoy it. It did end up with a lot of backstory.

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You knew this would happen. Once your relationship with Bruce got out there would be an influx of love and hate. You also knew that everyone else knew that as well. It was common knowledge than anyone around a celebrity of sorts would experience that.

Of course you did the normal things, turned off most notifications and only looked through areas online you knew would mostly be safe. You blocked tags and and only followed people you knew or ones who didn’t post about drama.

When you did stumble onto hate, you moved on. If someone kept sending you nasty messages you blocked them, when they made other accounts to keep sending the same things, you changed your settings so only those you followed could message you.

It wasn’t something you wanted to deal with but it was something you could handle. Something you started mentally preparing yourself for when Bruce’s attention on you lasted more than 4 dates, even more so when you caught yourself daydreaming about him.

You were not going to let random bitter people on the internet destroy your happiness like they did their own. Your family however, wanted to destroy what was left of your haters' happiness. Something you were trying to curb, but trying to tell a family of vigilantes who considered you the best mom in existence not to destroy your haters was like talking to a brick wall. Over the years, you had gotten used to it. It barely even registered anymore. But there had been a recent influx of the hate and while it didn’t bother you, it bothered the rest of your family. None of them could stand people talking bad about their mom.

While you hadn’t been there while the older ones were young, the second you had introduced yourself to them, you had taken a very important role in their lives. None of them realizing it at first. All of them had gotten used to the random women Bruce brought home that it took a little while for them to realize how important you were.

Dick wasn’t sure at first. Thinking you were just another girlfriend that wouldn’t last long. So he didn’t really interact with you much. Ignoring your existence when it wasn’t too rude, or at least obviously rude. Until one night when he was staying at the manor and had a nightmare about his parents death.

Bruce had an open bed policy. As long as there was still room for him, his bed was open. A policy he had started when Dick had gotten old enough he was worried he wouldn’t be allowed to go when he had a nightmare. Bruce had always reminded all his kids, that nightmares don’t go away just because you’re older and that needing comfort wasn’t something they would outgrow.

The thing was, you were there. Girlfriends didn’t mind when children did it but they never liked it when his adult kids did it. The shaking in his hands and the way he saw them fall in the darkness of every blink told him the only way he was getting any sleep was with someone.

Hopefully he could just slip into Bruce’s side and leave before you woke up. That was the plan until he found Damian on Bruce’s side and you had been pulled closer to Bruce taking up what was left. You moved a little and Dick took that as his sign to deal with it himself until he heard you whisper his name. He hummed so you knew it was him and not some random stranger standing over Bruce’s side of the bed.

“Nightmare?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on.” You lifted the blanket next to you, “Bruce told me you guys come here when you have nightmares. There's plenty of room over here for you.” Dick hesitated for a second before giving in. He needed sleep anyway. You weren’t when you said there was plenty of room, Dick had most of your half of the bed. Once he had settled on his side, facing away from you, he felt you pull the blanket over his shoulders.

“Night Dick, sleep well.” For some reason, that was what did it. Once the tears started they didn’t stop. Silent sobs made him shudder and he felt one of your hands gently rubbing his back. “Oh Dick.” There was no pity in your tone and he found himself rolling over and curling into you. Your chin resting on his head while you rubbed his back.

The next day, he followed you around like a puppy. Your side of the bed became his favorite when he had nightmares and it wasn’t long before he turned to you for general comfort over anything.

Jason met you at his grave. Neither of you exchanged words, but he caught something in your gaze he didn’t quite understand. He also wasn’t sure why you were at his grave either, he didn’t know you when he was younger.

When he saw the Gotham News post about Bruce and Your 2nd anniversary, it brought more questions than answers. Why were you at his grave alone? Let alone longer than a few seconds. It was an odd way to gain more of Bruce’s affections.

Every Tuesday you would be there, leaving flowers and talking softly to the stone. Every time you left, you would smile and nod, the look in your eyes he couldn’t figure out was still there. Every time he would strain to heat what you were saying and only be able yo a few words here and there.

6 months into it, the routine changed. You brought a blanket and Basket with your usual flowers. You did what you normally did with the flowers but instead of talking to the stone you waved him over. When he didn’t move, you stopped what you were doing and looked at him.

“Jason Todd, I have been keeping your secret for 6 months. Helping me spread this blanket and having lunch won’t change it.” He stared at you while you waited expectantly. Eventually when he could get himself to move, he came over and helped. He sat down where you motioned for him too, all while trying to figure out how you knew.

“Bruce mentioned this used to be your favorite when you were younger so I asked Alfred to teach me how to make it. I hope it's up to your standards.” He looked at the plate of food you handed him. It was almost overflowing with food, all of which reminded him of the good times back at the manor before he died. “Alfred also sent your favorite cookies when he heard I would be eating at your grave.” The bag of cookies was placed next to the basket, within easy reach.

“Why?” Was all Jason managed to choke out around the lump in his throat.

“I decided early on in life, no matter who I was with, I would love their family as my own. My grandfather hated my grandmothers side and it caused a lot of pain in all the generations. I decided I would never do that to another family.” Jason found himself back in control enough to start eating.

“So when I started dating Bruce and he told me about you, I decided to treat you like you were my own. Even though I had never met you and you were dead. Most of what that meant was keeping your grave clean and always making sure there were fresh flowers. While I did that, I would tell you everything that was going on.”

“How did you know it was me?”

“Your eyes, they may be a different color but they looked too similar. So I did a little digging and found pictures of your biological pictures to place the face shape it matched. I think however you look more like Bruce then either of them.”

“Are you going to tell them?”

“As much as I would love to. It’s your choice. You’ve been keeping this to yourself for a reason. If I can help you get to a place to tell them, I would love to. But I won’t say a word until you're ready. However, I would like to keep having lunch with you.”

A year later, Jason reintroduced himself to the rest of the family a lot calmer than originally planned and was glued to your side anytime he felt overwhelmed that night. Every Tuesday after that, lunch was scheduled.

Tim was nervous when it came to you. He was still living in the manor so he saw you more than the older two. You always seemed nice and respected his privacy but Bruce was always with you so you obviously would.

It was when he wasn’t around that worried Tim. Bruce attracted golddiggers and they were always mean when Bruce wasn’t there. When you were given a copy of the key, Time braced himself.

Of course he knew that if he told Bruce anything that happened like that, Bruce would break it off. He had always told them that they came first. But he also knew that Bruce liked you a lot. All the other ones Bruce liked a lot that turned out to be horrible, he broked it off. Tim had seen how it had made him upset and he really hated doing that to him. Maybe he could deal with it for once.

So when Bruce left for a business trip, Tim was Expecting the worst. What he didn’t expect was for you to knock on his door and ask if you could join him. When he agreed and stepped back so you could come in. He expected you to go to his bed or his desk chair not, the oversized bean bag on the floor.

“I have a question for you but you can’t tell Bruce yet.” Here it comes. “What would a funny way to tell him I know he’s Batman?” Tim wasn’t expecting that one. “I was thinking a lot of batpuns but his paranoia is too bad for that.”

“How did you figure it out?” You walked him through your process and didn’t say anything as he wrote parts of it down. Once you finished explaining the process for Bruce, you explained any way it was modified in figuring out their identities.

“Who do you think I am?”

“Red Robin.” Tim found himself getting excited.

“You know those notes you leave him in his office?” You nodded. “You should leave those in the Batcave.” You considered it but your thinking was interrupted but Tim shouting.

“No! One night when we’re all in the cave, you could bring some snacks!”

“You just want snacks when he’s lecturing you don’t you?”

“Maybe..”

“Alright, but you have to tell the others so they can tell me what snack they want.”

So Tim slowly and carefully went through all his siblings, letting them know you figured it out, Bruce didn’t know, and what the plan is. Every time he relayed a snack to you he’d watch how carefully you’d write it out to make sure you had it correct or look up recipes if you couldn’t find it in stores.

Two weeks later, Tim was the one who sent the signal in the middle of a lecture everyone was receiving and he got a front row seat to see Bruce’s face when you walked in and handed out snacks before giving him a kiss and telling him to be nice and leaving.

Any other worries were left in the dust when you helped him win the nerf war for the best seat in the home theater. He thoroughly enjoyed his spot next to you while Bruce swore revenge from the other side of the room.

Damian treated you politely but that was it. His mother was still alive and he didn’t want another one, one was more than enough. Not only that, but you were weird.

One time when you were over, you found one of his report cards. Immediately you were praising him. He didn’t understand why, he had basically failed one of his classes with an A-. You should be disappointed like his mother would be, not hanging it up on the fridge and telling people not to touch it. Definitely not taking him out for ice cream and calling him so smart. He definitely shouldn’t be feeling any pride when he walked past it, but he still was.

When he was practicing his violin and Messed up, you were supposed to tell him to stop failing, that he should be better. Not smiling at him and telling him he’s making good progress. You should be telling him that he should have memorized that piece in a day. He shouldn’t be feeling any pride when he finally does memorize it, it took him 4 days to learn it.

When he was struggling to learn a language, you were supposed to tell him to work harder. He could do better, after all, he already knew so many. Instead you just smiled and recommended a break to refresh his mind.

When he snapped at you in Arabic, he expected you to be upset since you didn’t know what he said and it was obviously not something nice. Instead you set the rule that if he was going to use Arabic to speak to you when upset, that he had to teach it to you and if what he said wasn’t something you had learned yet, he had to tell you in english. When he told you what it meant, you didn’t even get upset. He definitely shouldn’t be as excited as he was when you actually started learning.

So many more little things piled up, leaving Damian confused. The differences between how you and his mother treated him was so big he didn’t know how to process it, he liked you and all the little things made him happy in a way he hadn’t really felt. But he still loved his mom, When he had enough of it, he asked you to stop. He still wanted to love his mom. Once again, you did something you weren’t supposed to.

“Oh Damian, I’m not trying to replace your mom nor am I trying to make you feel like you can’t love her or she doesn’t love you. Your mom and I show our love in different ways and its ok for you to love or like both of us. You mother loves you and she will always be allowed in your life if thats what you want.” You weren’t supposed to do that, but Damian was really glad you did.

Barbara wasn’t sure how you would react to her. She wasn’t just Bruce’s kid. She had a loving family she went back to every night. Most people weren’t really a fan of that, one of Bruce’s past girlfriends had some strong and hurtful things to say about it.

When you took her for a day out, she found herself warming up to you but still waiting for the other shoe to drop. One of the new places you had planned to go, didn’t have wheelchair access. Like all the other girlfriends who had done this, she expected you to be annoyed that your plans had to change or you would just leave her outside while you shopped.

You didn’t seem to notice her hesitation, just looking at what was next on your list and starting the trip there. When Barbara stared a little longer at a new movie that was in theaters, tickets and snacks were bought and you listed to all the lore she told you about before it started.

While it had been a nice day, Barbara wasn’t convinced. One day was easy to fake. Sure she had lots of fun, but Barbara was used to fakes when it came to Bruce’s girlfriends. Of course she wasn’t complaining about you being nice, she just wasn’t sure how long it would last.

“Did you hear about that boutique?” She looked up from her food to look at her dad. “That new one that you tried to go to with Bruce’s girlfriend? Well there was a report that it didn’t meet the Americans with Disabilities act and the boutique is in trouble. People are speculating they’ll have to close down.”

Later that night, Barbara looked into it. They were in trouble, pretty big trouble from the looks of it. Towards the end of the article she found the name of the person who reported it, she wasn’t sure who she was expecting. Not you for sure but the Name Y/n L/n took her by surprise and filled her chest with feelings she couldn’t describe.

The boutique ended up closing but a new one opened. Once it was open, you were the first to ask her to go. That weird feeling came back when she wheeled herself up the ramp and through the door you held open for her. Later that night, in the privacy of her room. She decided she liked you.

Steph seemed like she liked you, she acted like she liked you, she didn’t really like you. Sure you were nice, Bruce loved you, the others were warming up to you, but she wasn’t sure how to feel about you. So she stuck with not actually liking you but pretending to.

So when she was around you, it was all smiles and jokes. She wasn’t a big fan of it all but she did it because she knew you were important to Bruce and that was enough of a reason for her. She knew Bruce and the others could see through the act but as long as you couldn’t, that was enough.

When Bruce announced he had to leave for a business trip right before she could hand him the parents visit for one of her AP classes, something the new teacher liked doing. She tucked the paper away. When Tim gave her a questioning look, she shook her head and later swore him to silence.

Every time she heard someone mention their parents were going, she felt a pang of jealousy in her chest. Every time Tim mentioned bringing it up to you, she swore him into silence again. It wouldn’t be the first time no one showed up for her. She was however thankful you wouldn’t be at the manor as much so she didn’t have to pretend to like you.

When the day arrived, Steph was not having a good day. School dragged on slowly. Slower than normal. When school finally ended, she had to sit in the classroom and watch everyone else that was in her class leave and the parents of her classmates show up while no one was there or coming for her.

Someone sat in the seat next to her, she expected another family member of one of her classmates. Definitely not you. She couldn’t return your smile, too unsure of how you found out, the fact you actually showed up, and how she felt about you being there. You leaned a little closer so that the others in the room wouldn’t easily overhear.

“I know I’m not your parent and someone you just pretend to like so if you want me to leave I will. But I figured someone was better then no one. Oh, and Tim wanted me to tell you he didn’t spill. Your teacher called the manor because no one had RSVPed for you and I answered it.”

That night, as Steph showed off all her hard work to you, the charade fell. She actually enjoyed her time with you and the boost of pride as you oohed and ahhed over all her projects and listened to her explain all the little details. That night, Steph realized, she didn’t need to keep pretending. She liked you, until she found out you didn’t like her favorite show but a nerf war solved that.

Cass could tell you were different then the other girlfriends, your body language as you interacted with all of them showed it. However that didn’t mean she knew how to interact with you.

She had learned that she was fairly hard for new people to interact with. She also knew she had trouble interacting with people she wasn’t fighting. So it wasn’t a surprise when it started rocky.

What was a surprise, was when you found out she was still having trouble reading and writing, you stepped in to help. Well, that wasn’t the surprising part, a lot of girlfriends did that. The surprising part was the amount of patience you had when it was only the two of you.

When one method didn’t help, you tried another. Never once did you snap at her or call her a name. Everytime you got frustrated you would stop and look at her, say something along the lines of “If I had as much trouble with this as you do, I wouldn’t want to keep trying. You're doing absolutely amazing! I’ll keep looking for other ideas, but for now, lets take a break and get a treat.”

Cass wasn’t sure why that always made her feel better, but it did. Every treat you brought was something you made just for the tutoring sessions and it always reminded her of what Alfred had told her once. “Something made with love for you will always taste better.”

And when a method that made it a little easier to learn was found, Cass found herself smiling along with your cheers. Bad days where she couldn’t seem to make any progress were always met with the same excitement, cheers, patience, and treats that all the others were.

Cass still wasn’t sure of what to think of you exactly, but she knew she liked you and that you cared about her.

So when Tim saw the new rise in hate, a sibling meeting was called. They all went through each site, blood boiling as they saw what people were saying about their new parent. Plans were made, declarations of war were ready, and anger fueled all of them. Bruce could tell something was going on, but he wasn’t sure what it was and as long as it didn’t get out of had, he wasn’t sure if he had the energy to deal with it.

War was declared in an interview by Steph. The lady was asking questions when the topic switched to Bruce, then you. The reporter was clearly trying to subtly find some dirt on you and Steph was not going to stand for it.

“Oh yeah! Y/n! She’s the best!” She put on her best press face. Trying to hide her anger over the hidden intent. She didn’t have to lie or act when talking about you but the change in the lady’s face going to disappointment when she didn’t get anything she wanted was making her look very punchable.

“She’s always showing up for us and making sure we’re doing ok. If Y/n and Bruce were to break up, I think most of us would go with Y/n.” The way the lady kept trying to get anything really got on her nerves and Steph decided she needed to get out of there before she started using the lady’s face for target practice. You wouldn’t like that.

Cass was the first one to resort to violence. They had asked a thinly veiled question, basically asking if you were a golddigger. So she punched him in the nose and leaned down to flip the camera off. She hated interviews already but that made it so much worse. She hoped you wouldn’t be too upset with her punching the guy though.

Jason, surprisingly enough. Did not get violent… physically. He did however curse one out and threaten him when the reporter implied you were forcing them to say nice things. When the reporter kept pressing Jason broke his mic and told him if he ever heard him talking bad about you again, a broken mic would be the last of his worries. Jason knew you would be disappointed but he had held back, he didn’t shoot the guy like he wanted.

Tim threw his coffee at one reporter because he heard them say you were nothing but a regular person who didn’t deserve any attention. He then took over her segment, threatening the company to air it or he would make sure they went bankrupt. Once he finished his threats, anything he said was praising you name. Telling everyone how amazing you were and how much they all loved you.

Barbara made it a point to bring up everything you did for the community when they tried to throw some shade at you in an interview. She had documents to prove it and hacked their systems to add them into the interview so they couldn’t claim it was fake. She also made sure to run over his foot when she left.

Dick punched a reporter when they tried to ask him what you were really like behind closed doors. He told them the truth, that you were just as good, kind, patient, and loving behind closed doors as you were out in public. He didn’t throw a punch until the reporter disregarded that as asked again because she couldn’t be that good. Dick knew a lecture would be coming once you saw, but he would rather sit through a lecture then let anyone tarnish your name.

Damian spent 10 minutes cursing and threatening a reporter in Arabic when they asked him if you had ever hurt him. When he was done, he told them in english, that if he ever got asked that question again, he would impale them. He knew you were going to make him sit down and translate everything and the general response you would give but he didn’t care, no one speaks bad about either of his mothers.

Bruce figured out what was going on after Steph’s interview. He saw the ones where they assaulted or threatened the reporters and made sure his lawyers were on standby to keep the kids out of trouble. After all, he had seen more than they had.

He had watched as you tried to connect with Dick early on, how you worked hard to try and get somewhere. He had woken up before you when Dick had come in that night and heard how you handled it. He had woken up the next morning to find you holding Dick close, like you were trying to protect him from the nightmares. He had seen how you never turned Dick down when he wanted comfort, no matter how serious or silly the matter, and he had heard your excitement when you told him Dick liked you.

Bruce had seen the way you never missed a visit to Jason’s grave, on a visit of his own, he saw how much care you showed the stone marking it as his lost son. While he hadn’t been sure why it was alway the same time on Tuesday, he didn;t mention it. He felt the way you would sob in his arms after each visit, a year after the tradition started, you always said you had promised not to tell and he watched as you kept that promise even if it tore you to pieces. Once the shock and tears wore off for a little bit, he could see the trust that Jason had in you.

He heard the way you questioned if you should have a key to the manor, you didn’t want to make Tim uncomfortable in his own home, or how you questioned if you should visit while he was gone. Not wanting to stress Tim out when there was no reason too. He saw the way you and Tim grinned at each other when you brought snacks down for all the kids he was currently lecturing. He head the excitement in your voice as you told him about the tour Tim had given you of the Batcave and the shared laughter as you and Tim worked together to win the nerf war.

Bruce saw how you worked to give Damian the affection he didn’t think he needed. He felt you crying in his arms upset over the fact Damian thought you would be angry because he made a mistake or struggled in a class. He heard you practicing your Arabic as you got ready for bed and he watched as you stress paced over whether or not you said the right thing to him about his mother.

He saw how angry you had been when you came back from your day out with Barbara. He had heard your call with your lawyer as you tried to figure out what to do. He saw you going through the laws and making a list to make sure your lawyer didn’t miss any. He heard about the movie you didn’t particularly care about and the lore you remembered in case of another because you wanted Barbara to have someone she could tell all of her favorite things too.

Bruce saw the pictures you had taken from the school night. He heard all the details from you as you praised Steph’s work. He saw the way Steph stopped acting around you and the silly arguments the two of you would get into for fun. He heard the way you would listen to her as she verbally worked out her problems. He saw the way Steph looked for you in a crowd, the way she knew you were there but not where you stood exactly, the thought of you not being there never crossed her.

He saw the way you stayed up late, researching different ways to teach reading and writing. He heard the patience and kindness and you worked with Cass. He saw the way you always made a treat just for Cass to have after each lesson because you wanted to reward her hard work. He heard the way you cried for Cass when she had a bad day and got frustrated with herself because you knew she was smart and you wanted her to see it too. He heard your celebrations when Cass made any progress, no matter the size.

Bruce heard, saw, and felt the way you worked hard to have a relationship with his kids. How you had mourned for their losses, celebrated their wins, and felt their pain. He saw the way his kids blossomed under your care, growing to be better and more confident in themselves. The way you cared for them as if they were your own flesh and blood. So when he was asked about his kids behavior, he said as much.

“Y/n has worked hard to be accepted by them. She’s given so much of her time, effort, patience, and love and never wanted anything in return. She always shows up for them, no matter what the occasion is, big or small, it doesn’t matter. If they want her there, she’ll be there. Everytime they need or want her, she’s there. She never judges them and treats them as if they were her own blood. Of course their upset and lashing out, people are insulting the woman who has cared for them more then most of their biological mothers.”

Later, a clip of you scolding Bruce and all the kids went viral. While you were scolding them over their behavior and making the kids who had reacted with violence or threats write apology letters because asking mean questions does not make it right to respond badly especially when its someone just trying to start drama. Everyone one noticed that there was no actual bite to your tone and no anger when they all refused to stop acting like that. In fact, there was a small soft smile on your face as you shook your head at your family.

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