#alfred makes reader feel more guilty damian makes reader feel guilty and also more confused

[sophiethewitch1]

me (about to lose my mind): i must match the vibes

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All Men Have Limits - IV

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 3,800+

Previously on…

As Y/N packed her bags, she was also brainstorming her route once she got to her safe house. She’s just stay there for a couple of nights. Then she’d leave town. Gotham wasn’t safe for her right now. And if she was out of city limits, The Court of Owls had less influence. Though she didn’t doubt they’d send an assassin to the other side of the world to hunt her down.

Y/N looked around her extravagant room.

She doubted she’d ever be back here.

Things were getting…complicated.

It was a cruel reminder for why she kept to herself. People meant drama. Drama meant distractions. And distractions meant she wasn’t focused on the task at hand – which was bringing down the corrupt.

Y/N was just zipping up her duffle when there was a knock on her door.

“Come in!” She turned to see Dick walking in.

He eyed her bag. “What are you doing?”

“I was just about to go pack up my equipment in the cave.”

“No, you’re not. You’re staying here,” he confirmed.

She gave him a repulsed look. “Uhh…No, I am not. This mansion is about to be flooded with unidentified members of The Court.”

“Sure is,” Dick smirked. “But I have a solution.”

He held out his hand to show a bracelet. It looked expensive. The band was gold but there was a giant garnet gemstone at the center of it.

Dick handed it to Y/N.

“You shouldn’t have?” Y/N asked with confusion.

“I called in a favor with an old friend. She’s a magician.”

Y/N tried not to laugh, “A magician?”

Dick gave her a playful glare. “Yeah, a magician. But it’s not tricks and gimmicks. She knows actual magic.” He tapped the gemstone. “When you wear this, you’ll look like a different person. It’s a cloaking spell.”

“Why didn’t you guys suggest this right away?”

Dick sighed. “Bruce isn’t fond of metas and…magic.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier for me to just leave?”

“I would rather have you in disguise with our eyes on you, than have you out of reach,” he explained softly. “When you’re wearing this, all of us will still be able to see the real you. But not anyone else.”

“I don’t want to go to this stupid gala. I’ll just wear this and stay in my room or the cave.”

“Well…that’s the other part,” Dick cleared his throat awkwardly. “You’re gonna be my date.”

Y/N blinked in surprise. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone asked her on any kind of date. Not that Dick even asked. He more so told her.

“That wasn’t exactly a request, Dick.”

“Everyone knows everyone. If you’re by yourself, people will ask too many questions. But if you’re my date, no one will think twice why you’re there.”

“I-I don’t have anything to wear…”

Dick laughed lightly. “Alfred already sent out for a dress and shoes for you.”

“…why do I feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman?”

“Come on, Y/N. You know it’s not like that.”

Y/N remained annoyed.

“I’ll be here at your door around 8 tonight, k?” Dick gave her a soft smirk.

“Fine.”

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This was just another night for Dick. He’d been dragged to enough of these stupid galas to know the drill: wide smiles, forced laughter, and lay the charm on real thick. With the way this family handled their identities, they could’ve been a family of actors instead of vigilantes.

Dick straightened his cufflinks as he made his way to Y/N’s room.

He could hear the murmur’s of the guest from the ballroom, proving just how many people were attending for the sound to reach him in such a giant manor.

There was a part of Dick that half expected Y/N to be in her usual baggy sweaters and leggings when he opened the door. A silent protest that she wasn’t going to be anyone’s arm candy tonight.

Dick knew he didn’t give her much choice.

When his family had been discussing the situation, Dick tried to off to stay hidden out of sight with Y/N. But Alfred was having none of it. They all knew he took these events rather seriously. Especially one that was started and named after Bruce’s mother.

Dick knocked and turned his back to the door, he double checked there were no guests exploring where they shouldn’t be.

When the door opened, Dick turned around and was stunned to silence.

“Is this bracelet working on you or do I really look that bad?”

Y/N shifted as he stared at her like she’d cast a spell on him.

Dick was seeing Y/N. That was for sure.

“I see the dress fit,” he finally spoke.

What the hell was the matter with him? That’s really what he chose to say?

Though Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the comment. “That it does.”

Dick woke up a bit and cleared his throat. “You look…beautiful.”

He never had a problem charming women. So why is he suddenly talking like a total cave man?

“Don’t look so surprised,” Y/N call him out teasingly. “Just because I dress like a scrub every day doesn’t mean I don’t know how to clean up.”

His brow furrowed at the first comment. “You’ve never looked like a scrub, Y/N.”

OK. OK. He was getting back to his normal self.

“Well…” Y/N broke eye contact from her bashfulness. “Thank you.”

Dick held out the hook of his arm. “Shall we?”

Y/N inhaled, “Right.”

As soon as she hooked her hand onto Dick’s bicep, a wave of relief washed over her. She wasn’t doing this alone; she was doing this with him at her side.

“So, what’s the the plan here?” Y/N asked nervously.

“The plan is to blend in. Don’t talk to any press. And…” He smirked. “It wouldn’t hurt to try and have a good time.”

“Right. I’ll try to do that while I’m in a room possibly filled with people who want me dead…” Y/N sighed.

“Not ‘possibly.’ There will be.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. “Way to make me feel better, Dick.”

He laughed. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be with you the whole time. Damian, Tim, and Bruce will be there, too. And somehow Alfred convinced Jason to even make an appearance. You’re not in this alone, Y/N.”

“Mhmm,” Y/N answered as they arrived to the party. She didn’t bother hiding that she was still extremely nervous and on edge.

“I did really mean it,” Dick told her quietly.

His tone made Y/N tear her eyes away from the party to look at him. “Really mean what?”

“You look beautiful.”

His words didn’t fumble this time. He was confident and clear, leaving no room for doubt or insincerity.

Y/N gave him a shy smile.

“I’m guessing a drink would make this a bit easier, huh?” Dick offered.

“Yes. Yes, it would.”

Dick guided her to the nearest bar.

All the staff knew what the Wayne family looked like. Which meant the bartended skipped over all other guests and b-lined for Dick when he requested a drink, and then looked to Y/N to order what she wanted.

There was loud laughter from a group of people near them. Followed by a voice that Y/N thought she knew, but still sounded a bit off.

When Y/N looked over, she realized it was Bruce talking to a group of guests, who were absolutely fawning over him. He was smiling and laughing, and taking very frequent sips of his drink.

This was Bruce Wayne: the character. Charming playboy, debatable narcissist, and spoiled brat. But in the eyes of Gotham’s elite, he could do no wrong.

Y/N wondered if Bruce had ever considered bringing her as his date. ‘Don’t you start,’ said a voice inside her head.

Dick followed her eye line.

“Doesn’t it make you nauseous watching him like this?” Y/N mumbled.

“Not Dick. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Jason answered.

Dick and Y/N turned to see Jason and Damian.

Yes, Dick adopted Bruce’s charm. But he didn’t rip himself into pieces, building characters that were unrecognizable to the people who actually knew him. Dick’s charm was a part of his personality. His flirtations came naturally. But he only used them on people he intended on building a genuine connection with. (Though Nightwing was guilty of using said charm on targets during missions a few times.)

Y/N looked around for Tim and saw him talking to what appeared to be serious businessman. He was the only one carrying on the legacy at Wayne Enterprises. If any of the boys needed to be here, it was Tim.

“Shouldn’t you guys be making rounds or something?” Y/N asked.

Jason shrugged. “People only cared about us when we were cute kids. Now we’re just spoiled adults who are the product of nepotism.” He smirked down at Damian. “But this one isn’t out of the clear yet.”

“Don’t remind me,” Damian groaned. “At the last one, a woman pinched my cheeks as if I was some toddler.”

“I thought I was about to watch him murder someone,” Dick added.

“I wanted to,” Damian clarified.

Dick started talking to Jason about something.

It provided Y/N the perfect window with the youngest Wayne. 

“I’ll sneak you alcohol if you do a mercy killing for me,” she offered Damian.

The boy looked amused but gave no indication that a deal was made.

“Your date that awful?” Jason teased as he smirked at Dick, who ignored him.

“Do you have the hearing of a dog? Fuckin’ Christ.”

The four of them stuck together for most of the night. Tim would touch base with them every so often. But he kept getting dragged away by board members or partners or anyone that wanted to kiss the ass of the future head of Wayne Enterprises.

Dick and Y/N were laughing at Jason about something when Dick’s face suddenly fell as he spotted something on the other side of the room.

“God damn it, Damian.” Dick hissed as he put his drink down on the nearest counter. He turned to Y/N. “I’ll be right back. Stay here.”

Y/N just nodded.

But then Jason seemed to spot the youngest brother as well.

“I should probably help him and do some damage control,” Jason sighed.

Y/N laughed and nodded for him to go ahead.

“Now you can see why I avoid these shit shows.”

She laughed but pushed him away, “Go help Dick.”

Now that Y/N was alone, her senses was hyper focused on the party around her.

As she reached for her drink, she noticed that her surrounding area had gone eerily quiet. And she felt far too many eyes on her. There were hushed whispers and even gasps. 

“Would you care to dance?” A voice asked from behind her.

Y/N’s entire body tensed.

She turned to see Bruce waiting patiently for her response.

But the look on his face was that of a man she didn’t know.

Bruce had a charming glitter in his eyes and his smirk was arrogant.

Y/N looked around at their audience, then at the dance floor. She was desperately trying to remember the last time she danced with someone.

“Umm…I don’t really know how–” her words came out so slowly.

“How to dance?” Bruce offered.

Y/N nodded.

“You just need a good partner,” he reassured her as he held out a hand.

‘What a fucking line,’ Y/N thought as she tried not to roll her eyes. She half expected him to add a wink.

Bruce guided her to the center of the dance floor and then pulled her closer with his right hand while his left wrapped around her hand.

Y/N wasn’t expecting him to pull her so close, but their body’s were now pressed together.

Bruce moved his mouth to her ear. “Relax,” he murmured.

“It’s hard to relax when you’re using me to set up your new flavor of the week,” she criticized. “Everyone is watching us.”

Bruce may be used to such scrutiny, but Y/N had zero experience with it. And it was safe to say she hated it.

“They’re not looking at me. They’re looking at you,” Bruce corrected.

“A woman who’s not even me. It’s just the dress.”

“I’m happy you like it, seeing as I picked it out,” he commented smugly.

Y/N’s chest tightened at the revelation.

“I see the real you right now, and that’s who I asked to dance.”

Y/N wanted to make a run for it. She didn’t want Bruce with an audience. She just wanted him to herself and she wanted him as he really was.

But her brain shut down for just this song and she followed her heart.

If Y/N concentrated hard enough, she could ignore all the invasive gawking. If she closed her eyes, it was just her and Bruce. So, Y/N tucked her head into his shoulder and let Bruce glide them across the floor.

Somehow she felt that Bruce was allowing himself this as well.

One song was not enough for what they both needed and wanted.

But Y/N would take what she could.

Though what she did not expect was to finally pull away to see Bruce looking utterly heartbroken. As if pulling away from her was the hardest thing he’d ever have to do. And for the first time, Y/N legitimately considered that Bruce might want the same thing as she did.

He’ll just never act on his feelings.

If Y/N had blinked, she could’ve missed the moment of honesty and vulnerability Bruce had colored all across his face – bleeding from his eyes.

Because, the next moment, the character was back.

As the party clapped for the band, someone called Bruce’s name. And their locked stare was broken.

And just like that, Y/N was snapped back to reality as if someone threw a bucket of freezing water over her.

Now that Bruce had moved on, no one bothered to keep their voices down. And the upperclass women of Gotham made it loud and clear that they were not pleased with Y/N’s presence.

“Seems he’s found his next prey.”

“She looks half his age, of course he would go for her. Typical man.”

“She’ll eventually learn like we all did.”

“I still say he was the best lay I ever had.”

“Remember when we both slept with him in the same week?”

Now Y/N wasn’t just brought back to reality – she was put in her place.

Before she could even realize what was happening to stop it, her eyes were filled with tears. She had to get out of there.

“Excuse me,” Y/N whispered desperately and she tried to push her way through the crowd.

As soon as she made it outside, she let out a gasp. The fresh air helped, but it wasn’t enough.

There wasn’t any guests outside, but Y/N didn’t feel a safe enough distance from the party. The gardens and maze were in her peripheral and it took her all of two seconds to decide that would be her safe haven.

She hurried through the maze and prayed that no drunken couples had tried to also sneak away from prying eyes. 

But when Y/N reached the center of the maze, she was alone.

A fountain sat in the middle and the sound of its moving water calmed Y/N down a bit. But even that couldn’t stop her tears from finally escaping.

Y/N sat on the edge of the fountain as she tried to get a hold of herself. She could only imagine what this was doing her makeup that she spent an hour doing. 

‘What a waste,’ she thought.

Her escape was short lived. 

Dick called her name repeatedly from a distance.

Y/N panicked at the idea of him catching her crying. She quickly tried to hide any evidence of tears and pull herself together.

Dick finally caught up and let out a sigh of relief from behind her.

“Y/N, you can’t run off like that,” he tried to tell her.

He opened his mouth to lecture her further, but when he finally made it around the fountain and was facing her, his concern shifted. 

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Nothing,” Y/N struggled to speak without sounding nasally. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. You were crying.”

“I’m fine,” she tried to laugh. “Seriously, Dick.”

But he wasn’t having any of it. He moved to sit next to her on the edge of the fountain. Without hesitating, he wrapped an around her shoulder and pulled her into him.

“Come here,” he muttered softly.

Why did it feel so natural for him to do that? Like he’d done it a million times before?

He rubbed her arms. “Jesus. You’re freezing.”

Then he was taking off his suit jacket and putting it over her shoulders. But he didn’t miss a beat, quickly bringing her back into his arms again.

“Wanna tell me what’s got you so upset?” Dick asked after a few minutes of silently comforting her.

“It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid to me if it made you cry.”

Y/N took in a shaky breath, feeling like she was on the cusp of crying again. “I’m just like the rest of them.”

Dick waited, feeling like she needed to say more before he spoke.

“They were whispering terrible things. But it was everything I already knew. I’m just another stupid girl that managed to convince herself that she was different.”

Dick was silent as he processed his words. It wasn’t hard for him to know Y/N was talking about Bruce, even thought she never uttered his name. 

“I’ve got an idea,” Dick announced. “Let’s ditch this stupid gala. Get out of these clothes. Put on some sweatpants. And I’ll have Alfred order us as much pizza and wings as you want.”

Now Y/N wanted to cry for a completely different reason.

Dick was the sweetest man she’d ever met.

“Sound like a plan?” He asked her when she didn’t respond and instead just stared into his blue eyes.

Y/N nodded.

“We can even invite my good-for-nothing brothers if that’ll make you happy.”

Her first instinct was to say yes. They all amused her beyond belief. Watching the way they all interacted with each other was like watching a reality show. And it was always obvious how much they loved each other deep down – even with Damian, who would rather die than admit such a thing.

But if all of them were included, who knew when Bruce would eventually make an appearance. And Y/N just didn’t think she could be in a room with him again tonight. 

“Just you and me,” she clarified.

That seemed to please Dick and he nodded. 

“Just you and me,” he confirmed as he offered her a hand up. 

When they started walking back to the manor, Dick wrapped an arm around her shoulder, keeping her close to his side.

“I’m going to ask you a question and I need you to be completely honest with me,” but she said it through a smile.  

Dick looked a bit nervous, but nodded. “Alright.”

“Do you know how to order takeout on your own?”

Dick threw his head back and laughed. “How dare you!”

He pinched her waist, making her yelp. But he didn’t let her escape his hold. “Yes, I do. In fact, when I’m at my own place, I live off takeout. And let me tell you, no one can order food quite like I can. Thank you very much.”  

Once they reached the second floor of the manor, the two of them parted ways to changed out of their fancy clothes.

Y/N washed her face, scrubbing the layers of makeup off. But before she could rid herself of the evidence, she noticed the smeared mascara and eyeliner. 

Words could not describe the relief of putting on baggy sweatpants and a hoodie and fluffy socks after wearing a fitted gown and high heels.

30 minutes later, just as promised, Dick was bringing up a huge pizza and a box of wings to Y/N’s bedroom.

They ate on the floor. Dick managed to light the fireplace that was in there, because Y/N didn’t know what to do with the thing. The television was on, but neither of them were watching it. It was simply white noise.

Two hours later, Y/N was laughing so hard at a story Dick was telling her that she had tears in her eyes and her stomach hurt.

“I don’t believe you!”

“I’m not kidding. Ask Jason. He took my clothes and I was ass naked, running through the streets of Gotham. I wanted to kill him.”

Y/N grabbed another wing and got sauce all over her face.

“What?” She asked when Dick was watching her with adoration. “Do I have sauce on my face?”

He tried to hide his smile. “Nope.”

She knew he was lying and then purposely smeared more sauce around her lips. “How about now? Do I have anything now?”

“No. Nothing.”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how attractive am I right now?” Y/N laughed as she wiped the sauce off her face with napkins.

“11,” Dick responded without hesitating.

The playfulness was sucked out of the room when they both heard how serious his tone was.

Y/N’s face went somber as she looked down at the floor. “I’m sorry I didn’t dance with you.” She laughed lightly, “I’m a lousy date, huh?”

“That’s not true,” he immediately shot down. “This is the most fun I’ve had…” His words died out when he realized he couldn’t even remember. “Well, it’s the most fun I’ve had in awhile.”

“Me too,” she replied with a quiet sweetness.

Through her full-body laughter, she had moved closer to Dick without realizing it.

He glanced at her lips. He just couldn’t help himself. 

The thing about Dick wearing his heart on his sleeve was that it was nearly impossible for him to hide his feelings, his desires. It was all in those blue eyes of his, waiting to easily be read by someone.  

And while Y/N looked at him looking at her, she felt beautiful. Because that was all Dick could possibly think as he stared at her.

Neither knew who leaned in first. Perhaps this was their dance that they weren’t able to have earlier.

But they made up for it by sharing an impassioned kiss now. 

Dick’s lips were softer than Y/N expected. His hands gripped her waist possessively, making it very clear what he wanted – but still being ever so gentle and soft with his touches.

One of Dick’s hands moved from her waist up her back to tangle his fingers in her hair. He tugged on the strands and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.

They both could slightly taste the pizza and wings on each other’s lips, but neither of them cared at all.

The kiss didn’t last long enough for either of their liking.

But Y/N pulled away anyways, gasping for air a bit.

“I’m sorry,” she sighed. 

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he whispered through hooded eyes as he brushed some hair away from her face. “I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile,” he added with a smirk.

But Y/N wasn’t really sorry about the kiss. 

She was sorry because she knew that things were far more complicated than ever.

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Part V

Happy Valentine’s Day!!! 

Please, please, please write me a book report of what he thought of this chapter. It will be your VDay gift to me 😘

[yeaaabudddy]

Hiding

Ship: Jason Todd x Reader (Y/N)

Type: Fluff

Requested: Yes, by anon

Words: 2 622

Notes: A bit of making out if that makes you uncomfy. I hope you it is good enough, if you want me to write something else just let me know!

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You don’t know how it really occurred, it all happened pretty fast. You and Tim are really good friends, you always come over to his house to make sure that he’s still alive and well. You guys became great friends during school because you ended up accidentally stumbling upon Tim changing into a Robin costume in the school when a bunch of gunned men started infiltrating it.

You were walking in the hallway when you saw a man with a huge gun, turning into the hallway you were in and you panicked, opening the closest door to you so you can hide and stumbled upon Tim changing in an empty classroom.

You were too shocked by the fact that you might die that you totally didn't register the fact that Tim, the guy who always ends up accidentally falling asleep in your classes, is Robin.

That’s how you became friends, you realized how overwhelmed he was and you would always make sure he’s okay because he was helping the city, you thought you could help him just a little if he was doing so much.

Also, you had a frightening talk with Batman, him making sure that you won’t give up the fact that you knew who Robin’s identity was.

You then realized that Batman was Bruce Wayne when Dick Grayson came rushing into the cave without a mask on.

Two Wayne kids were superheroes? That was not a coincidence. Plus you could totally imagine it, the amount of money he had to be able to make a whole expensive cave with expensive weapons and gear.

You then started coming around to the manor more often, you realized that the intimidating mansion wasn’t intimidating. It was just quiet and lonely.

Sometimes everyone was present in the manor and sometimes there were only a few members. You realized that the family needed a bit of fun. They were just too uptight.

After a few months, they all got used to you coming around and making food and just blasting music.

You had met Jason after a week of coming around. He came into the manor to see a bright looking home that felt… warm? He looked around confused at why the lights seemed warm, why the house looked smaller and why he could hear laughing.

He walked into the kitchen to see a girl he’s never seen before, wearing an apron and chatting with Alfred. Tim and Dick were sitting on the dining table with a plate of cookies between them.

His attention turned back to you when he heard you laugh when Alfred made a joke. Your laugh brightening the dark that was lined around the area. At first, Jason was annoyed.

Who are you? Why are you laughing like you’re talking to longtime friends? Why is everyone not questioning this and why is Dick just smiling and enjoying cookies?

Did he drop into an alternate universe? He questioned reality for a second, not understanding what he was seeing.

Did the Flash do something? He shouldn’t be able to know though if something changed in the timeline.

He was only gone a few days…

“Um…” His voice broke the weirdly happy atmosphere in the kitchen. Everyone turned to look at him standing in the doorway with a confused expression.

“Jason, You’re back!” Dick acknowledged him, nodding at his brother. Tim just looked at him briefly before going back to whatever case he was working on.

“Jason… is it?” You ask him, smiling and Jason just nods in response. You finally met the whole family. “By process of elimination, I guess you’re Red Hood then.”

Jason’s eyes widened in response, his eyes immediately whipping to his brothers who were sitting on the dining table, munching on cookies and not even phased.

“Is this real?” His hand went to his head, how can so many things change in a few days. He wants everything to go back to how it was.

It was too warm, too bright for him.

“What the fuck is going on?” Jason’s voice was a bit rough this time, wanting an actual answer and not just blank faces of his brother.

“Master Jason, calm down. This is Tim’s friend, Y/N. She’s come over for the past week to help out around the manor.” Jason scoffed at the information.

“Tim’s friend?” He looked at Tim who was just ignoring the whole situation that was unfolding. “Guess you just figured it out yourself then?”

You were not phased by Jason’s reaction, you grabbed a cup and poured in some coffee.

“Yup, want some?” You held up the coffee cup to beside your face, smiling like you were in an advertisement.

“There’s something in there, isn’t there? You’ve taken control over the whole family. Oh my gosh, why me?” Jason’s voice groaned out in frustration.

“Jason, just sit down” Dick groaned at his brother’s dramatic self.

“Shut up, Dick.”

“I swear I’m not a villain.” You put your hands up in surrender.

“How do I know that?” Jason squinted his eyes at you in suspicion.

“Uh… you can test the coffee?” You offered, not really knowing how to prove to him you haven’t done anything wrong but skip class.

Jason just laughed at the offer. “Test the coffee?”

“I don’t know! I literally just figured out Tim was Robin, I don’t know how this stuff works.” You defended yourself.

“Jason, chill. We’re all conscious and aware. Y/N just came around and started helping us out a bit.” Dick explained for you as Tim was clocked out, what a great friend he was.

That day was the start of it all. Jason was still very suspicious of you, he never ate or drank anything you made no matter how much Alfred yelled at him and how much you tried to hide your frown.

You guys eventually became acquainted after Jason realized that you were literally a normal girl. It took some time but eventually, he warmed up.

A few years had passed from that moment, a lot had happened. You realized that you wanted to help them out more as they were putting their all into making sure that everyone in this city was safe.

There were so many scares as many more dangerous villains came around. You started going to university to get a medical degree because the whole team hurt themselves too much and don’t have proper help or a proper doctor.

They have all the expensive hospital supplies but only Alfred really uses it on the others because the boys are too tired to patch themselves and others or are passed out.

You ended helping in the batcave with patching up the members and it scared you because you were depended on to help them. It was you or no one else though so you decided you needed to help as you wouldn't let them die.

Since you were Tim’s friend as you were only a year older than him, you spent most of your time with him. You were close to everyone else but you realized Tim needed the most help with his 24/7 sleep deprived state.

There was one person you never managed to get too close to and that was Jason Todd.

You did try but the atmosphere always felt awkward around you for some reason. Well actually, you know why.

It was no secret that Jason Todd was HOT. The whole family was but Jason was just in his own way so attractive to you. Since you were so close to Dick and Tim, they felt like brothers to you but Jason didn’t come around often, usually in his own team and apartment so you didn’t see him as much anyway.

When he did come over though, it was always a sight for you. Dick noticed the way both of you stared at each other and he couldn’t stand the sexual tension between you guys. Tim obviously didn’t notice even if it was happening right in front of him.

When you both ended up getting together Dick, Bruce, Alfred, and even Damian thanked the heavens. The tension between you guys was getting to them and they instantly knew when you guys got together because the awkwardness was suddenly gone.

You guys didn’t say anything to them but they all ended up seeing you together randomly in random corners of the manor like you were trying to hide but didn’t actually care enough to properly do it.

Tim obviously still hadn’t gotten a hint and no one told him, you were a bit nervous to tell him that you were dating his brother. They didn’t have the best relationship but it wasn’t the worst so you didn’t know how he would take it.

You kept it ‘hidden’ for now, it wasn’t like you really needed to hide it though because Tim had no suspicion especially when it came to stuff he didn't really care about.

“Jason, do you think we should tell Tim? It’s been a month.” You felt guilty even though you weren’t exactly hiding anymore. You guys just weren’t into much PDA around the family so it’s not like you were particularly keeping it from him it but you still thought you should tell Tim yourself.

“Screw him, you can tell him tomorrow. Right now I just want to spend time with you.” Jason pulled you closer to him with his hands that were wrapped around your waist. His grip strong as he put his face closer to yours, your noses brushing together.

You giggled at the sensation, you bring your mouth closer to his. Jason smiled at your laugh, the sound always making his heart beat a bit faster.

“Alright but I’m telling him tomorrow.” You kiss him slowly, his lips feeling so good against yours. You bound your arms around his neck, one hand brushing through his gorgeous hair.

Jason’s arms made their way down your body as he tried to speed up the movement of your lips together. You pull apart from him to catch your breath and he makes his way to your neck.

You crane your neck to give him more space for the lewd kisses Jason was planting on your neck. His hands went down to your ass, massaging it in his big hands making you groan against him.

You brought his face back to your own and kissed him again, rushing this time to feel him again.

Jason’s hands make their way down, bending to accommodate for the height difference. The force of his hands on your thighs always surprised you because of how Jason easily picked you up.

You clench your arms around his neck as he forces you up. You cross your ankles behind his waist, continuing to kiss him.

Jason prodded your mouth with his tongue, asking you silently to open up which you allowed. His tongue makes his way into your warm mouth, exploring it.

You always thought Jason would be pretty rough with his kisses and actions but he was pretty soft unless he had a bad day, of course.

Jason pushed you against the living room wall, his mouth leaving your lips. He kissed along a trail making his way down back to your neck to leave some marks, making you moan at the feeling. His hand made his way to your face and run through your hair and moving it away from your neck.

You were so into Jason at the moment as he softly bit onto your neck and kissed all over it that you barely heard a nudge against the glass table. The noise echoed around the dimly lit room making you both stop.

You and Jason turn to look at the cause of the noise, seeing the culprit standing right next to the glass coffee table.

Tim stood there in his Red Robin suit, mouth agape staring at you both. You noticed the open window, realizing he probably came through from there for a particular reason.

“Um…” Tim didn’t know if he was hallucinating because he had his 20th coffee or this was a weird dream.

“Tim!” You squealed, realizing what position he was seeing you and Jason in. You wanted Tim to find out but not like this, you wanted to tell him yourself.

You tried to get down from your position but Jason had a tough grip on your thighs that were holding you up against him and the wall. You slapped his hand, the stinging sensation catching his attention and he looked back at you.

He loosened his grip when he realized what you wanted and you made your way down to the ground, parting yourself from Jason and fixing up your messed up shirt and hair.

“Uh-” you don’t understand what to say in the moment, how to explain it to him.

“You and… Jason?” His face looked in disgust at the prospect of you and him together. Jason glared at Tim who stood still in his place.

“Hey, watch it.” Jason said to Tim in response to the disgust he held when he said his name.

“Please, she’s like my sister and you’re… you. It’s weird!” Tim said, making a face.

“I wanted to tell you! I was going to tell you tomorrow!” You tried to defend the both of you.

“Oh my gosh, how long?” Tim’s eyes widened at the aspect that you’ve been going out for a while and him not picking it up. He wasn’t always the best with figuring out relationships and he definitely didn’t expect you and Jason to get together.

“Only a month!” You respond, quickly.

“Ugh, I wish I could cleanse my mind. I really wish I didn’t have to see that.” Tim covered his eyes with his gloved hands.

“Speaking of that… why are you here?” Jason asked, his face annoyed at the aspect of being interrupted by none other than Tim.

“Bruce was looking for you, he had called your phone but you weren’t picking up. There was a case he needed your hands on so he sent me.” Tim explained his reasoning as to why he broke into his apartment.

Jason checked his phone that was in his back pocket, seeing the missed calls lined up in his notification bar.

“I would leave but I kind of gotta leave with you to make sure you’re coming. Big Bat’s orders.” He looked between the two of you, implying that you couldn’t continue on whatever you were doing.

Jason groaned, even more annoyed at the fact that he has to leave you. “You guys have the best timing.” Jason fixed up his suit and picked up his helmet and wore it. The guns on the dining table being put into various parts of his suit and he turned to you.

“You’ll probably end up in the cave anyways but…” Jason looked at Tim who was still rooted in his spot and rolled his eyes under his mask. He leaned towards you, close to your ear. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Gross!” Tim fake gagged as he realized what Jason was whispering to you.

“Oh shut up, you interrupted our time!” Jason shot back, making his way to the window.

“I didn’t know!” Tim shouted at him, following behind him. They both left through the window, leaving you alone to clean up a bit and leave the apartment as well and make yourself to the cave.

You knew if most of the crew was out right now, people would most likely come back with injuries. At least Tim knew now, so you don’t feel the guilt of hiding something from him. You hope that this might help with the relationship between Tim and Jason a bit.

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Little White Lies (II) - (Jason Todd x Reader)

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''Can I help you?'' He tried his best to find his words, and even though you weren't able to see it, he was shocked that you were standing in front of him. Since this morning when he bumped into you he couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted to tell you how beautiful you look today, just like any other day.

''Sugar.'' The only thing that crossed your mind was how people ask their neighbors if they have sugar. The stupid cliche you always see in movies. People really ask their neighbors for sugar? It was stupid but you at least pulled out a word.

''I think I have some.'' He mumbled, trying his best to remember if he really has any and to also stay calm and act as normal as possible around you. He had no idea when he did the groceries the last time. Usually Alfred does them for him or one of his brothers comes with fast food.

You weren't that type of person who invades someone else's personal space, but this time you let yourself in in Jason's apartment when he left to the kitchen, even though he didn't invited you in. Still, he didn't protested when you followed him, he was actually more than happy to be that close to you, even for a little while.

''I'm sorry for the mess...I wasn't expecting anyone.'' It wasn't just a mess, it was like a tornado made it's way into Jason's apartmen. Bottles of alcohol, unfinished cigarettes, clothes all over the floor, dishes, food that was probably more than two weeks old. That's how much you affected Jason Todd. So much that he neglected everything, everything except for you.

He looked bad. Really bad. You never thought someone would love you that much to end up like this. You didn't just broke his heart when the ''accident'' happened and forgot who he was, you ruined him. It was like in the picture you were holding in your pocket it was a totally different person, it was nothing like the one standing in front of you. It was like Jason Todd died once again when your memory did.

''I swear I had some the last time I checked.'' He whispered looking through the stuffs he had on the top shelf.

''I...'' You tried to find your words while he wasn't looking at you. ''Jason...'' You almost whispered. It was such a weird feeling to say his name out loud, not only in your head. The whole day you thought about the name that belongs to the man you once loved, but now that you hear it it's more pleasant than thinking about it.

Your voice saying his name gave him goosebumps and he was terrified of turning around to face you,but he did it anyway. ''I'm not here for sugar.''

He looked at you confused. There were a lot of things going on in Jason's head at the time, and it might've crossed his mind that you are here because of him. That you remembered him and how much you love him, just like he loves you. But he left that corner of his mind because it was too bright for a lost and dark soul like his. He felt like he didn't deserved that much happiness.

''Then what are you here for? It's because of the music, isn't it?''

He was sure it was the music. He was aware that he sometimes listens to music really loud, but it was all with a purpose. Jason never understood before the accident, your weird passion for sad song. They made you feel better. After your accident Jason understood what was all that about. Listening to your favorite songs made him feel better and a little bit closer to you. Even though he was crying while listening to them, it felt like you were there to wipe away the tears.

He plays every song every night in the hope that you might remember one of them. That you might remember him. When he can't sleep because of the nightmares, he look through the window at the stars, his mind creating different scenarios where you and him are back together like you used to.

''Your music is very lovely, it doesn't bother me at all.'' You assured him. ''Maybe you could give me your playlist, if you want. I'd really enjoy to listen to them more often.''

Starting a conversation, that's good step. You thought.

His face brightened up and you could swear that for a second he smiled. It was like his smile wasn't even there but you it felt good and right knowing that even for a second you succeed to make him smile.

'Yes, sure! It would be my pleasure.'' He started to look for something then he continued. ''To be honest, when I saw you at my door the last thing I was really curious what brought you here. I still am.''

You removed the picture from your pocket trying to find the right words. But does the right words even exist? You've already been through the worst as a couple and anything you could say it would be nothing comparing to what happened to both of you. You have a broken memory and he has a broken heart, what a perfect match!

''I came for this.''

At first he didn't know what you were holding in your hand, but as he walked closer to you he remembered the entire day. He smiled, a sad smile that broke your heart. Damian told you about the accident and not even for a second you blamed it on Jason and you hate that he blames himself. He was as much of a victim as you were, only that his scars weren't visible as yours.

''Where do you have this?'' He took the picture from your hand, analyzing it. How happy you two were. He had a soft, almost hidden smile on his face.

''Damian. I'm his art teacher. He told me everything.''

''Oh...'' He sighed.

In that moment Jason was thinking only about how you find out about how he ruined your life. How he almost got you killed. Since then Jason cries more than he ever did in his entire life and he was trying his best not to cry in front of you right now. Even though his Red Hood persona and his though personality follows Jason everywhere, you were the first person to discover that Jason was more sensitive than he wants to show.

''It wasn't your fault, Jason.'' You never saw someone even in your life as confused as Jason. It was impossible not to notice the guilty in his eyes. ''Can we sit down?''

He immediately took all the clothes and the other things he had on the couch and threw them on the floor. You couldn't help but smile seeing how sloppy he acts around you, like he was a teenager having a crush on the popular girl at school. You were never the popular girl and it was weird how Jason made you feel more important than you really are.

''I don't know where to start.'' You sighed.

''Do...do you remember me?'' He asked even though he was terrified of the answer. ''I mean, do you remember anything about me? About us?''

''I...'' You didn't wanted to make him sad again, but it was the time to only be truthful and let the lies for others. ''I don't.'' It was impossible not to notice how his hopeful smile faded. ''But I want to.''

He raised his eyebrows, surprised.

''You do?''

''Yes. It's been awfully lonely for me all this time since I had the accident. I don't know what I even call it like that when it was anything but an accident. Anyway, I had so many questions but no one wanted to answer me. I don't remember much and even though my memories may never come back that doesn't mean we can't make new ones.''

''That sounds great. I bet you have a lot of questions.''

You giggled and nodded. ''Millions, actually.'' You rested your hand over his, squeezing it a little bit, thing that he probably didn't even felt. ''You know, I learned how to make this great Italian dish and if you want I can show it to you while we catch up on some things.''

That night you learned a lot of things about Jason and your relationship. You were more than grateful when Jason let you know that he can cook, because you weren't the best at it. You laughed together, talked about different things and topics like one of Jason's favorite, literature.

Your mind had no memory of this Jason Todd who spend his nights wondering in Gotham as a vigilante, but definitely your heart did. It was the best feeling in the world.

* A few years later*

‘‘That’s not true!’‘ The little girl protested, crossing her arms around her chest, thing that made her father laugh.

‘‘Yes,princess, it’s true. Your mother didn’t ate your brother. That’s just how babies are made. There is an egg and-’‘ Jason started his sentence but his daughter stopped him, pressing her little hand over his mouth.

‘‘Exactly, daddy! Listen to me, I saw her.’‘

‘‘You saw mommy eating your brother?’‘ Jason raised his eyebrow, asking himself how is that even possible for a child to have such a huge imagination while wondering what did his daughter really saw?

‘‘Yes.’‘ She looked so much like Jason. From her black hair and bright blue eyes to the attitude. In that moment she looked so serious, like no joke in this world could make her laugh, not even her favorite ones her father always tells her.

‘‘How come?’‘ It’s been a few years since you and Jason welcomed your daughter into this world, but Jason still can’t believe that he finally has his own family. He was always that type of person who cared about his family but you and his daughter with the little one who’s on the way, it was different. It’s like his own little paradise.

‘‘Well you said that there is an egg and mommy ate an egg. I saw her.’‘ 

‘‘Princess, that’s not how it works.’‘ He couldn’t help but laugh, while the little one asked herself what is so funny about what she said.

‘‘Yes, it does! Don’t be silly, daddy!’‘

Right on time, you came into the room to help your husband explain your daughter how all the baby thing actually works. 

‘‘Well, how about we ask mommy where babies come from? I bet she knows better than me and you.’‘ Jason proposed and the little girl nodded.

You joined Jason and your daughter on the small blanket she settled in the middle of the living room so she can play picnic with her toys. She prepared a cup of tea for you and another one for her and Jason, while waiting for an explanation.

‘‘I love you!’‘ Jason whispered in your ear, right before pressing a little kiss behind it.

‘‘I love you too!’‘

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Shattered Glass (Bruce Wanye X Deaf!Son!Reader)

Characters: Bruce Wayne X Deaf!Son!Reader)

Universe: DC, Batman

Warnings: Blood, injury

Request: Chérie, me again. (I still doubt that this is alright, but aah well....) Could I Request also a Bruce Wayne x DeafMaleChildReader? Where MR is the newly adopted Child of Bruce and the others are slowly begin to accept him and MR has some sort of accident at home and crying with pure fluff? (Though, only if thats really alright with you!)🌻

Your adoption wasn’t exactly planned by Bruce Wayne, and was a swift decision after a charitable visit to the orphanage in Gotham to help pay to improve and update the building and its workers.

There was one orphanage in Gotham in its entirety, and with all the murder, criminals and incapable in Gotham, it was a crowded, small building. Built over a hundred years ago, it had not been updated or even properly look after; the floor creaked, the plumbing was ancient and lighting was awful, with the wallpaper withering from the walls and all surfaces seemed moist- causing a lot of illness and even death in the children there. Bruce was determined to have the building pulled down and have a new, larger building provided, or at least provide the proper training and resources for the disabled children in the building.

Bruce had been going around to each child to talk to them to ask them what they would like in the new building. Nothing was guaranteed, but it gave excitement to the child and gave something to the press. Each child cooperated, until he reached you, in which you hadn’t noticed him. You were staring outside the moulding window of your room, having your hands on the window. Bruce immediately knew something was off about you as he stared at you.

“He’s deaf.” A girl spoke up, catching Bruce’s attention. “Y/N is deaf, has been since he came here.” She explained further. Bruce nodded with a small smile to send the girl away, before he gently walked over. When he got closer, the vibrations of the floor made you look back at him, and he sent a gentle smile, and waving a little. One of the workers and even some members of the press had kept themselves tucked away on the other side of the room, not approaching the scene, watching the billionaire start to communicate with a deaf orphan boy.

Bruce quickly picked up that you were staring at his lips, ready to read them. However, instead he raised his hands, and used sign language to try and ask you your name, but you stared at his hands, and then looked back at him, telling him that you had not been taught this form of communication, and instead he chose your clear preference. “Hello, I’m Bruce. What’s your name?” He asked carefully and clearly. You spoke, but it was jumbled, but he made out the name the girl had given him. He assessed you had become deaf, not born with the disability, having spent some time hearing and able to speak before you lost your hearing. “Nice to meet you. Do you know how to read?” He asked. You nodded with some pride in your face. He took the notepad he had, handing you a spare pen, and started to get to know you.

By the end of the day, Bruce ended up leaving with a new member of the family in the form of you. It shocked everyone at his sudden decision, and he got a small look from Alfred when he left the building, holding your hand, but nothing was said when Bruce gave a cocky yet guilty smile.

The other boys were a lot more vocal than the butler, especially Dick. When he saw the shy, quiet little boy following after Bruce, a joyful grin covered his face as he rushed to introduce himself to the new member of the family, make them feel welcome and become their favourite. Tim wasn’t far behind, while Jason and Damian stayed where they were.

“Hey! I’m Dick, what’s your name?” Dick quickly asked, kneeling down to your height. He got the same answer at Bruce, which then caused confused looked from all four brothers.

“Dick, this is Y/N, he’s deaf and he hasn’t been taught sign language.” Bruce explained quickly.

“What’s good is a deaf kid as a Robin?” Damian commented, quickly getting disapproving looks from most of his family for his poor choice of words.

“He can still read lips, Damian.” Bruce mentioned. “And he wasn’t adopted to become a Robin.” This didn’t seem to improve Damian’s opinion on his younger sibling, as he stormed off. Jason had crossed his arms, looking unimpressed with the man’s choice, and the other two did look concerned and stuck with their thoughts.

You didn’t have a great start with your siblings, but your attitude to life did improve. You spent the first week running around the estate, exploring every nook and cranny, except that of the bedrooms that belonged to your siblings, a fair warning given by your eldest brother, and probably the one to be the most interactive with you. After you had found everything (well at least you thought you had) you located your favourite spots. Your own bedroom, the green house, and a large window in the manor was some of your favourites. You would be there for hours, only moving if disturbed by Alfred, your new father or one of your siblings. However, they had all experienced your strange habit of putting your hands on the cold pane glass, even leaving your window open for when you wanted to feel it during the night.

After six months of being at the manor, they all adjusted to their sibling, as well as becoming attached to you. They all had their little moment with you.

Damian, who was fascinated with your little habit decided he would try to understand it. He’d come join you when he found you, sitting next to you, and even felt the window himself. He soon found out your hyperactive senses caused by the loss of hearing made the feeling of something smooth and cold relaxing for you.

Tim took it upon himself to help teach you sign language. He encouraged it, as well as having to teach some to his other siblings so they could encourage it as well. He explored into the different ways you could be stimulated that wouldn’t hold you back since you were deaf. Because of the time of his own arrival to the family, he did sometimes feel left out, or the least liked. He didn’t really mind, as he now had a close relationship with the butler, Bruce and Dick. However, he saw you were a lot more isolated than he was, and he put his own work aside to ensure you never felt truly alone.

Jason was probably the oddest. He did not talk with you, but rather fed your need for affection and attention. When he visited the mansion, he was sure to always greet by messing your hair, and leave with a handshake you had agreed on. If you wanted to play, he happily did so by picking you up, throwing you around and tickling you, and chasing you around the manor if you had took something he had. You enjoyed the time you spent together, liking how he didn’t treat you like porcelain as your other siblings.

Dick was the most invested. He picked you up a lot, smothering you in affection, as well as helping Tim teach you sign language. When he had spare time from work, he’d come pick you up, and take you to the precinct to be fussed by the other officers, and allow you to go outside and interact in a safe environment.

Alfred became your tutor and carer when your siblings were at work, school, or out at night. He communicated with you through yes or no questions, learning a lot from you through these tactics, such as what you preferred for breakfast, your likes and interests and so forth.

Lastly there was Bruce. While the others had to seek you out to get your attention, Bruce was the exception of you running to find him when you saw his car park, or felt the vibration of him opening and closing the door. As soon as he got home, he was always welcome by your presence. You didn’t necessary want his attention, you just wanted to be near him, whether it was sat on the floor reading in his office as he worked, or sat next to him on the couch.

This was the usual, day in, day out, until Joker was driving them up the wall. They couldn’t turn their back for one minute, so spent every waking second down the cave and out as their alter egos, working to defuse the situation, and this also included Alfred. This left you alone in the house with your window, missing out on needed attention and lost in time, day and night. You eventually grew tired of waiting and went searching through the seemingly empty home. You dragged your hand across the walls for the texture, looking in the other direction to look for your family. As you did so, you felt the wall paper, some frames of paintings, and then something… cold. As your hand swiped past it, it moved, and as you looked over, you realised it was a Chinese vase, and you watched startled as it hit the ground, shattering into a thousand pieces. You stood there, staring at the mess you had made for a good minute before, looking around and going to try and pick up the pieces. Your small, shaking hands as you rushed made it inevitable that eventually you felt pain in your hands, making you drop what was in your hand, and see the red of blood from cuts in your hands.

You tried to keep yourself from crying, but the throbbing pain in your hands, the feeling of dread of how your family will react to your mess, and knowing they weren’t there quickly made you a wailing mess.

“What’s that noise?” Jason asked, hearing the distant, quiet sound. Everyone perked up at the sound, listening carefully. They had managed to catch a break, and each was getting dressed into their casual, while Dick stayed ready for patrol.

“Sounds like… Crying?” Tim commented confused. It seemed to click for Bruce.

“Y/N!” He called, taking off up the stairs. The others looked at each other in realisation that they had forgotten about their newest sibling, going after their father as well.

Bruce found you easily. Because of your deafness, you didn’t realise how loud you were. When he saw what position you were in, he didn’t take long to piece together what had happened, before he came running over, picking you up off the floor, and letting you present your bleeding hands to him. “Hey- it’s okay, I’m here, no need to cry.” He tried to sooth, letting you hug him tightly. He hummed for you to feel the vibrations. He saw him sons and Alfred approaching, also assessing the situation. “Can you get the first aid please, Alfred?” He requested. The butler nodded, going to the nearest bathroom while your father comforted your wailing till you were just hiccuping, feeling safe now your father was back.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

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[ellana-ravenwood]

A belated Halloween - Batsis (reader) x Batfam

Prompt 8 : Came to investigate someone screaming next door.

Well, here it is, 25 days late, a story for Halloween haha. Hum. Yeah. Anyway, some Batsis stuffs because I’ve had requests to have more of her around here :-). So...Yay for some siblings bonding around a horror film and acting like they’re not scared ! Boom, hope you’ll like it :

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Your father is the first one that noticed, on the 25th of november, that this year, it didn’t happen...and the fact that none of you realized it broke his heart.

He had to do something about it.

As far as he could remember, it’s the first time, since this little tradition of yours started, that you guys skipped it ! Without even knowing !

Yes, he had to do something about it. Because in a way, it was his fault.

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It all started when you were six. Dick was about fourteen, Jason eleven, and Tim nine. Damian wasn’t around yet.

It was a complete accident really.

Halloween was always the busiest night for Batman. 

It seemed that all the freaks in Gotham came out at that time of the year. 

It was so bad, that more often than not, and though it killed him to do so, the great Batman would have to ask Superman or Wonder Woman for help. 

Sometimes both.

Halloween was always the busiest night for Batman and...He always forbid any of his children to go out with him on that day. 

Dick and Jason were already accomplished Robins by that time, and Tim was almost ready. You were too young for your father to let you out at all, too young to be a vigilante yet (your dad thought he should give you a few more years, your mom, Catwoman, thought so too...at least to fight off crime, because she already took you on a few...hum, “robberies”. Needless to say, your father didn't know. You and your mom were great at keeping secrets).

So each Halloween, you and your brothers would stay at home (no kids could trick or treat in Gotham...) and would just eat tons of candies previously bought by Alfred. Your beloved butler, that you came to see as your grandfather, would hide candies all around the mansion to give you a semblance of actual Halloween, and it would always be so fun ! 

But this year, fate had decided otherwise. 

The year you were six, Halloween was a particularly rough night for Gotham, and Alfred was too busy helping your father by monitoring the Batcomputer to really take care of you guys, to keep an eye on what was going on.

Fortunately, he trusted Dick and Jason, who were rather mature boys, to take care of you and Tim. Besides, he tested both of them before, to make sure they were ready to take care of their younger siblings. They were responsible and mature enough for it. And you and Tim were calm and behaved children anyway. 

Alfred trusted Dick especially and, oh it was a mistake...Because contrary to popular belief, contrary to what your father and Al’ thought, the “horror movie night” was your oldest brother’s idea, not Jason’s. 

It was around 9pm, you guys had found all the candies already, and it was suppose to be yours and Tim’s bedtime (in the Wayne household, when you reach the age of ten, you can stay up a bit longer). 

But Dick, being the best brother in the World, just couldn’t tell you guys to go to bed while there was still so much you could all do ! 

Well of course right now, you guys were all in the living room, splayed on couches and armchairs, not really knowing what to do with yourselves. 

Tim proposed to play video games, but that was ruled out by Jason who pointed out it always ended up in all of you being way too excited, which would lead to you guys misbehaving and such, and Alfred was counting on him and Dick to make sure such things wouldn’t happen. Tim pouted for a few minutes but he got over it pretty fast because...yeah, fair point. 

You wanted to play hide and seek but...knowing both your father and Alfred weren’t in the actual house freaked you out too much (what if there were monsters ?! BIG ONES ?!), and you vetoed that out yourself (making your brothers chuckle in the process). 

Jason had a lot of ideas of things to do, but all of them involved something that would probably get you in trouble and...Well, that night, Jason discovered something about himself : he kinda liked danger and doing things he wasn’t suppose to do. But with his younger siblings around ? No way Jose. 

And that’s when the idea came to Dick’s mind. 

He recalled watching TV, the night before, in his room (which was strictly forbidden but hey, who was going to enforce that rule really ?), and seeing an add for a “special Halloween movie night”. 

This is when it happened. 

The year you were six. One of the roughest night your father ever had. 

This is when the “horror movie night” tradition started. 

Of course your father and Alfred weren’t really happy when they realized that you guys watched movies you weren’t suppose to but...They didn’t have the heart to stop you from doing it, because it was just so damn cute how, the morning after Halloween, they often found you all cuddled up in the same bed, because you were too scared to sleep alone (though none of you would admit that you were actually scared). 

When Damian arrived, he simply joined in, and oh your father’s bed was so crammed every Halloween night, even now, while Dick was in his early twenties and you all were old enough not to be scared anymore...

Yes. It all started on the year you were six, on Halloween night. On the roughest night your father ever had...and oh, it was a perfect timing. 

That night, you got forever traumatized of dolls (your father had to remove any dolls you had in your bedroom the next day...oh he could just recall your tiny body hiding behind him while he was carefully removing all of them, and oh cute you were, clutching his leg and telling him to be careful because they were “vicious creatures”) because of a certain movie called “Child’s Play”, and had a nightmare...which made you run across the corridor directly to your dad’s bedroom, very early in the morning, as he was just crashing down on it. 

Bruce Wayne was battered and bruised, and had a terrible night and...comforting his sweet daughter with cuddles and soothing kisses was the perfect way to cheer him up. 

That morning, after one of the roughest night of his life (right behind the one when he lost his parents...), Bruce Wayne couldn’t stop smiling, feeling his sons all gathered around him, and you safe and warm, holding him tight in your arms, asleep on his chest. 

Maybe “horror movie night” wasn’t such a bad thing...

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On the contrary. Through the years (almost fifteen now), “horror movie night at the Manor” became a great night of bonding for the Wayne siblings. 

Damian arrived in you guys’ life a few months before Halloween, years ago, and it’s only on that “fateful” night, gathered around a horror film, that you all finally managed to crack his shell, and that he truly became a part of the family. 

That  for the first time, he really did consider you guys his family, and oh he would die for you all ! 

Yes. That night was important, it was a time where you could all relax and...but that was a lie. Halloween started to become less and less that night of “eating too many candies and scaring your younger sibling”, and more and more...”stress”. 

Your father felt guilty that you forgot about this tradition this year...By now, all of you guys would go out to help him on Halloween night, but you’d always come back to watch a film, no matter how tired you all were ! 

But this year’s Halloween resembled the one that happened when you were six. A particularly rough one. 

And your father felt guilty. 

Because the reason his children, didn’t even notice that this year, they didn’t watch a horror film all together on Halloween night, was because they helped him more than usually. 

Was because you were worried about him. 

Truthfully, he wasn’t getting any younger and nowadays, you and your brothers would be out with him every nights, watching his back at all time.

And there was no way that on the worst night in Gotham you’d leave him go out alone...You couldn’t loose your father ! This time however, you all got beaten up pretty badly, and skipped the movie and oh Bruce couldn’t let that pass ! 

He was going to make things right. He had to. 

************

Needless to say that, at first, you were all rather confused. 

Off patrol ? All of you at the same time ? 

Usually, only one or two (max) of you would stay home (rarely happened anyway). If you guys needed time off or if you were injured and needed to rest, the others would still be up and...why was your father telling all of you to stay home ? This was so weird. 

It’s only when he silently entered the living room, where you and your brothers were all sitting on the biggest couch (big enough for the five of you to sit comfortably), that you understood what he was doing. 

And oh it was such a relief ! 

For a few minutes, all of you were trying to remember what you might have done to make him take such a decision. If you did anything wrong and such...But no. No you didn’t. On the contrary, you were all starting to take yourselves too seriously, and the last thing Bruce Wayne wanted for his children, was for them to be too much like him.

But when you all saw that he had in his hands a few horror film he knew you never watched, and you all smiled widely and had trouble hiding your excitement...he knew that he didn’t have to worry about you turning into him (he often worried about that, especially when it concerned you and Damian, as you guys looked like him quite a bit, and unfortunately got some of his personality traits...But you were also both fiercely independents ! Selina never understood why your dad was always so worried about you being like him, because she loved the fact that you were also quite like her, never letting anyone walk on her feet and such ! But...well, Selina was Selina, your mom was a special one). 

************

“The Grudge” won the vote. 

The Japanese version, not the american one with Buffy (it always made your brothers laugh, how you could remember incredible details, including almost every line of dialogue in “Buffy the Vampire Slayer), but could never remember Sarah Michelle Gellar’s name and always called her by the character that made her famous : “Buffy Summers”). 

It was an absolutely terrifying movie and not even ten minutes in you were already clutching your closest brother...who just happened to be Damian. 

The boy didn’t seem to mind at all though. Because it gave him an excuse to hide his face in your arms whenever he got too scared !  

It’s funny, really, how the children of one of the most feared man in the World, how Batman’s kids, were always so scared of horror films. 

You blamed your vivid imaginations and the fact that you knew this things in horror films could happen in real life...You all saw so much shit already, that really, nothing surprised you. And yet, you were still terrified. 

Maybe it was because, unlike most people who thought monsters and such things didn’t exist, you knew better ? Because for real, what happened in some of those horror films could and did happen in real life ? 

Your father taught all of you to use your fear to your advantage, and in a fight, you could all easily do it...But here ? In the comfort of your own home ? Not as alert as you would be ? Oh you could just let go ! No more control over your emotions, and if you let out a scream at a particularly good jump scare ? Then so be it ! 

There was no competition on those nights. It wasn’t about who would not be scared or whatever. It was about enjoying a moment all together, knowing that if anything was really to happen, you could count on your siblings to be right there with you. 

On those night, when it was just you guys, you could let go of that “I’m fearless” persona you put on most of your lives. Because it was just you. You knew each other well enough to know how to read each others. And you wouldn’t judge. Nope. So you could be scared. 

************

Half an hour in the movie, and that was it. Your favorite moment of the year. 

You always started all sitting on your own little spot on the couch, the middle being empty (that was your dad’s spot)...but as the movies would get scarier and scarier, you’d all instinctly reach for that empty spot, where your father was suppose to be, to just all meet in the middle and start to just...hold each other. 

That night, on the 25th of November (but let’s just act as if it was a regular Halloween night), you were all quite tired, and this enhanced the way you would get scared. 

All it took was Damian screaming a bit loudly at one small jump scare to make the rest of you squeal and reach for each others. 

All it took was a fraction of a second in the movie, and boom, you were all sitting wrapped in a blanket, cuddled against each others. 

Jason was in the middle that year, and in a way, it was perfect, as he was the tallest one out of all of you. You were on his right side, with Damian in your arms, while Tim was on his left side, Dick’s head on his shoulder. 

A bundle of scaredy bats. 

Happy scared ones as well...somehow, you all loved being scared and...

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH !!!!!!!! 

A screeching and piercing screams resonate in the entire Manor and you all jump, startled. Not a sound escape your mouths though, as right now, you feel genuine fear. 

This is your home. Your comfort zone. Nothing is actually suppose to happen to you in here and eat...Where the Hell did that screech came from ? Who was it ? Or...Who was it ? 

Suddenly, Dick regrets all of the jokes he ever made about ghosts roaming Wayne Manor, trying to scare his younger siblings because...what if ? 

You’re the first one to react : 

-The Hell was that ? 

Your voice startles your brothers a bit more and, instinctively, you all clutch to each other even tighter. But...you know you got to move because...

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaarghlllh ! 

A gurgle ! It ended in a weird and terrifying gurgle ! JUST LIKE IN THE MOVIE YOU WERE WATCHING !! 

Panic surged by itself in your hearts, even though it was unreasonable and even though it went completely against everything your father ever taught you. 

The fact was, that you were all in a state of “on edge”, as you’d call it. You all let your guards down, ready to be scared by a movie, so an actual real life sound ? 

It was terrifying. Especially on Halloween night ! (Though it was actually November 25th). 

As a whole, not letting go of anyone, you all stood up, and turned toward the sound. The lights were off, and the way the darkness mixed with the faint light from the TV was absolutely nerve wracking. 

Suddenly, you all became very paranoid about what was behind you and you instictivly formed a circle so you could see everywhere...Without uttering a word, you all moved to the light to turn it on and held your breaths...

The room was empty. Reluctantly, you guys let go of each others...Dick starts : 

-So, you guys heard it too then ? 

-No Dick, we didn’t, that’s why we’re all totally freaked out right now ! 

Tim rolls his eyes at his brother, and this earns him a small tap behind his head by Jason. The Red Hood says : 

-Yeah, like smart ass over there pointed out, we definitely heard. Should we...

-If you say “investigate”, I swear I’m going to punch you in the face Jason ! 

-Come on (Y/N) ! We got to ! Someone might need our help ! 

-Or it could be a ghost or a serial killer waiting for us to...Oh don’t make that face at me. 

If Jason was in a horror film, he would be the one that almost survives at the end. The one that is the most helpful since the beginning and that takes the least terrible decision. But also the one that would die because he wanted to save someone, and in the process, get everyone else killed because he was just too damn good at convincing them to go ! 

-Hey, guys, it’s us ! We once fought against armies of monsters on Apokolips ! What could be worst than that ? 

-...Fighting an army of monsters in our own house ? 

-You’re not being very helpful (Y/N). 

-Sorry, I’m just a little freaked out like, what was that ?! 

-We’ll know only if we go investigate. 

-Ooooor, we take one of dad’s car and leave the Manor for the night...

-And leave him and Alfred alone to face whatever made that sound ?

In retrospect, you’d all think about this episode and  wonder : “...Why were we all so damn dumb ? Why were we acting like horror film characters ?”.

Your father would tell you that you needed to cut yourselves some slack, to take it easy. It was alright, sometimes, some situations just...felt different. 

Like tonight. After a terrifying horror film, you guys letting your guards down and letting your “weakness” surface to enjoy the moment, a screeching sound was enough to freak you all out and to make you act a bit stupid. 

In retrospect, you’d all think about this moment and wonder : “...Why did I actually think there was a damn ghost in my house ?” 

In retrospect only. When you guys would all be calmed down and not “on edge” mode. When you guys would be chiller. 

When the situation would be over, and you could actually review it...Force was to admit that, when you were living something, it was different later on, when your mind was calmer. 

************

Another screech sounded all around the Manor and that was it. You knew you guys had to go check it out...

You took hold of a lamp, Damian of a very heavy book, Tim of his laptop, Jason raised his own fist and Dick grabbed a broom left in the corner. 

Again, it was quite idiotic really. You guys were all highly trained warriors, and had tons of weapons hidden around the house. Actual weapons. Like Tim’s baton, or Dick’s sticks...But in the moment, right now, with your minds clouded by fatigue and fear, a lamp, a heavy book, a laptop, fists and a broom seemed like the perfect weapons against whatever entity was haunting your house. 

-Ok, let’s stick together then.

Tim and Damian were walking backward to make sure nothing would creep on you, while you and your eldest brothers were looking straight ahead, walking in a line. 

As you were walking through your dark house (seriously, why none of you pushed any button to turn the lights on !?), you all grew more scared each seconds, starting to imagine what was there. 

Maybe very much like in the movie, it was a ghost jealous that you were living, that was after your soul ? But you all liked your souls very much ! You wanted to keep it ! 

************

Here. It came from here. 

You went through the entire mansion before being able to properly localize the source of the screech. And you had time to hear it about four more times. 

It definitely came from behind that door. 

The attic door. But of course. 

It was quite crazy, really, how all of you guys managed to completely forget about any training you received in your life. About how suddenly, you weren’t the kids of the mighty Batman, but some random horror movie teens being terrified by a random entity ! 

But you were all humans. Sometimes, you did things you couldn’t quite explain yourselves. Later on, with your brain calm and your body well rested...Later on you wouldn’t even be able to understand what when through all of you guys’ mind ! But it was a common thing, and your father would reassure you. 

Yes. You were only humans. 

And boom here goes yet another freaky shriek from behind THAT door. 

Jason and Dick approach it. They’re the oldest, if something is to grab them and steal their souls, they’d rather be the first one to go. They couldn’t bear the thought of loosing any of you, they couldn’t live with the thought of them being surviving all this and you...oh but what the hell were they even thinking ? 

They went to open the door, ready to sacrifice themselves for you and...before they could reach the doorknob, the door opened by itself, and...It was just dark and scary in there. 

-Turn on the goddamn light for Heaven’s sake ! 

Damian’s voice makes all of you jump and automatically, you reach for the nearest light and...it doesn’t turn on. It doesn’t ! 

Your brothers realize that after you frantically click the button. 

You squeezed together a bit more and Jason and Dick almost ran back to you guys, wrapping themselves around you, and looking at the darkness from the attic door...the screech sounded again, but this time low and..Menacing ? 

You took your phone and turned on the flashlight, your brothers imitated you, and you all turned your lights toward the attic. 

This was the moment, in horror films, where the heroes would fight back and...most likely die. So it’s with not-so-sure footstep that, once again, you all walk forward toward the dark, pointing your lights in every direction. 

Going through the door is harder than it should be, as you guys all tried to go through at the same time...but you still manage to go in, almost falling on the floor, but catching each others up, as you always do. 

The room seems empty and you...All Hell suddenly breaks loose. 

Your phones turn off and you’re in the dark again, instinctively forming a circle, backs against backs, so you can “see” all around. 

Lightning illuminate the room and...lightning ? But it’s snowing outside, not raining and there’s definitely no thunderstorm around ! 

The screech surrounds you. It’s everywhere. And it’s definitely not natural and...Tim. Tim screams and you all turn as one as you grab him before he gets grab. 

It was so close...But the thing comes back and you all jump out of its way, scared to death. You whip your weapons around but don’t seem to touch the thing...it’s definitely something supernatural ! 

The lightning lights the room once more and you can almost see it. It’s like something out of one of your nightmare...dark, tall, the face of something that would be Dracula’s and Big Foot’s kid, and it goes around so fast ! 

It comes back, and you and your brothers take a few steps back instinctively, to save your damn life, making sure all of you are out of reach. 

Damian trips and falls on his ass, and the little sounds he makes, as he doesn’t quite hurt himself but still, makes you see red. No one, NO ONE hurts your brother ! You turn around and when you “feel” the thing coming back, you hit it with all your might with the lamp and...

-Outch ! 

...Outch ? And, wait...that was an “ouch” you could recognize easily...

-...Dad ? 

Suddenly, the lights turn on and blind you and your brothers. 

And surely enough, your father is there, on the floor, holding his...oh, let’s just say you aimed perfectly with the lamps. Right between the thighs. 

Alfred is in the corner of the room, with a remote in his hands and...You’re all so confused. 

You blink like idiots for a while, and it’s only your beloved butler’s laugh that brings you back to reality. It’s only when Alfred full on burst out laughing that you finally realize what’s going on. 

A prank. 

A stupid prank. 

-Oh my children you should see your faces ! Iconic ! You all look so dumbfounded and hahahahahaha. 

It’s probably the first time you hear Alfred let go that much, that you hear him laugh so loudly...Come to think of it, it was probably one of the few times you heard your father say “ouch” as well. 

************

And here you all are once again, in the living room, with your father at his rightful place, in the middle of the couch. 

He has a bag of ice resting on in between his thighs, but he can’t help but smile. Because oh you guys are still a bit out of it, and it’s so good to see his kids, that are usually such damn “smart asses”, being just...not really understanding what’s going on. 

And so he starts to tell the story. 

-It’s something I always kinda wanted to do really. But I...Well, I never got to, because you all know how Halloween nights are. But I’ve had that in my mind for years. It was to teach you a lesson, because needless to say, I wasn’t very happy about you guys watching horror films. However if I’m being honest...I always kinda wanted to do it because I thought it would be hilarious. And oh I was right ! 

Your father, just like Alfred, goes again in a fit of laughter (last time, when you all were still in the attic, he couldn’t quite laugh...your aim was really good). 

Tim scoffs and says : 

-So...All of this was just a...Very elaborate joke to scare us ? 

-Yes ! Hahahahahaha. 

Damian narrows his eyes at his father and takes the lamp that you still held in your hands and...Your dad stops laughing instantly and puts his hands protectively on his crotch, while Dick and Jason are snickering and you...you have the brightest smile ever. 

Your dad looks at you, and tries to ignore his heart melting at seeing you smile in such a way...It has been so long, since he saw you like that. You all were so damn stressed and serious nowadays...he missed his little munchkins who were just smiling and laughing all the time. 

He missed seeing your smile, the one that always soothed him, the one that has been around ever since you were a baby...He gives you a questioning look and you say : 

-Since how long have you been planning this ? 

Your dad gives that trademark half-smile of his and answers : 

-More years than I dare to admit...

-So all those years, you’ve been wanting to scare us on Halloween night but you couldn’t because you were too busy right ?

-Yes.

You smile even more, and goes to sit next to your dad, hugging him tightly. 

-This is definitely the best Halloween I’ve ever had. 

It takes a few minutes for all your dumb family to catch your drift. But eventually, they understand...

You got to spend quality times with your brothers, talking, laughing, and cuddling with them. You got confirmation that any of them would die for you, and you would do the same. That you all got each others’ back at all time. You ate too much candies, drunk too much tea (but was there ever too much ?). You made the usually so calm and collected Alfred laugh his ass off. 

And above all, above all...Your father took a night off just to plan a somewhat elaborate jokes to scare his adult children. He created a machine to that would turn your phones off so you’d end up in the dark, connected said machine to the house lights so the dark thing would be sure, he put on a ridiculous costumes (which, by the way, in the light, didn’t look scary at all anymore), he made stupid screaming sounds, he put lights outside the house to act as lightnings...

Your father, your stoic and “I have a duty always all nights” father, took a night off just for that and...really, it meant everything in the World. 

You and your brothers were more important than anything else for him. Sometimes, you’d doubt that, because of course he loves you but he would always be so busy and focus ! But no. 

You were more important. 

The great Batman took an entire night off of his night duties just to scare his children (who weren’t even children anymore, except for Damian, who just turned fourteen). 

The great Batman...Who was now suffocating under his sons jumping on him (they were never too old to cuddle right ?) and trying to annoy him. 

Alfred looked at the scene fondly, and as your eyes met his, you thought you saw a tear run down his face. 

Yes. This was definitely the best Halloween ever. Even though it was technically November 25th...

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Definitely feel very insecure about this one. Cause like, I made you guys wait and...uh. Meh. I wrote it while very VERY tired and a bit drunk (after coming home from a Halloween party) and had to change parts cause obviously I wrote this on October 31st while we’re not almost at the end of November, and yeah ok it’s shit. 

[soriseerakyra]

Be Kind To Your Daughters

AN: A request from an Anon who wanted a Bruce xDaughter!Reader who was estranged from the batman side of his life. Hope you enjoy!

You hated the dining room. In your opinion, it was one of the worst features of Wayne Manor. It served no purpose. No one ever sat and ate here, except you and Alfred. To you it would have been better if the two of you could eat in the living room in front of the T.V., at least that way you wouldn’t have to scream across the table at him whenever you wanted to have a conversation.

“Hurry now, Mistress Wayne, I know you enjoy your waffles, but there is traffic today and it will be horrible getting to school,” Alfred says he walks into the dining room and clearly away the dishes that you’d already finished with.

What was worse about the dining room was when Alfred was too busy to eat with you. You hated being alone in this house. Despite the years, you’d been with your father you’d never gotten over the coziness of the small two-bedroom apartment that you and your mother shared. Though, you may have started to feel more comfortable if you thought of your father as a parent rather than a sperm donor, and even sometimes that description didn’t fit.

“What about Damian?” you question, “Isn’t he coming with us?”

“I’m afraid not miss, your father had to pull him out of school today.”

“I see,” you say pushing away from the table. “I’ll wait by the door.”

“Of course, just give me a moment.”

Walking through the halls was something else you hated about the manor. Instead of having pictures and paintings of animals or flowers the way normal people had, most of the artwork that decorated the halls of Wayne Manor was of members of the Wayne family. Every time you walk past them, you’re constantly reminded that you look nothing like the man called your father. Not your hair color, eye color, or facial structure. You were, in essence, a carbon copy of your mother. In fact, if it had not been for the DNA test, you probably wouldn’t have been dropped off to live here with him.

Alfred finds you leaning against the couch in the entrance hall waiting for him with your school bag in hand.  “Ready for the first day of your last year, Mistress Wayne?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you say with boredom filling your tone and walking toward the door. Before the turn the knob you through a quickly glance over your shoulder. You wouldn’t admit it if anyone asked what you were looking for, but you had hoped that he would at least come down to send you on your way off for the first day.  You were disappointed but not surprised when you didn’t see him, it’s not like you were important to him.

*** “Fifty Million Dollars?” Damian questions watching the screen.

“Syphoned out of the bank using a virus. It’s untraceable and the perfect crime,” Dick adds.

Bruce doesn’t respond, but they know he feels frustrated. This was the second time the Bank of Gotham had been hit in two months, and it was for the same amount of cash as well. He hadn’t been able to solve the case then, and he didn’t know if he would be able to do it now.

“Master Bruce, I’ve just finished dropping of the young miss at school,” Alfred’s voice sounds over the intercom.

“Thank you, Alfred.”

“She was looking for you, sir.”

Bruce pauses, “Did she need something?”

“I think she was hoping her father would see her off on her first day back to school, sir.”

“I don’t have time, I’ll make it up to her, Alfred.”

“Very well, sir.”

Its silent in the room, save for the slight tapping of Dick’s shoe.

“You have something to say?” Bruce asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Just that, you could have eaten breakfast with her, or something,” Dick says with a shrug.

“If she’s so immature that she’s upset that she had to eat alone, who would want to deal with her?” Damian says with a shrug.

“Don’t be a jerk,” Dick says with a sigh. “What I mean is, she doesn’t know about any of this stuff. When it was me and I had to be alone at least I knew why. If I was her I’d think my father hated me.”

Bruce felt the guilt pool in his belly, had he given you than impression? Maybe he should have interacted more. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure how to talk to you. You were like the others, all hurt in some way, but something about you had been different. Nothing that he did when you first came to stay with him after your mother died had been able to console you, and as a result he winded up letting you work out your issues yourself. Perhaps that was the wrong tactic, especially considering in the five years you’ve been with him, he can’t remember a time when you the both of you had willingly spent more than ten minutes in the room together.

“Alfred,” he calls as he presses a button on the intercom. “I’ll pick her up from school.”

*** “Will Damian be in school tomorrow?” The older woman asks.

“I believe he will, he just had a fever this morning,” you say with a pleasant smile. You hoped she couldn’t tell how much your cheeks were twitching in pain from the small smile. It was a foreign expression. One that you reserved for strangers and your father’s acquaintances you were introduced to at his benefits. At those parties, it was easier to keep one on because no one noticed the small amount of alcohol you would put in your sodas.

You took Damian’s Syllabi from the teacher and stuffed them into your schoolbag and began to make your way to the gate of the school.

Surprisingly, the black town car that Alfred usually picked you up was not there. Instead there waited your father, leaning against one of his many sports cars, waiting for you.

You pause, taking in the sight. Why is he here? Did something happen?

Your thoughts are redirected when you see him toss a hand up calling attention to himself as if you couldn’t see him. As if there weren’t parents and students oohing and awing at his presence already.

“Father?” You question, eyes narrowing in confusion as you walk up to him.

“I thought it would be nice to drive you home on your first day as a senior,” he says with a smile awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.

“I see,” you say stepping in to the car as he opens the door for you.

As you wait for him to enter the vehicle on his side, you notice some of the parents excitedly snapping pictures. Was he so important to them?

The car smoothly peels away from the curb, engine quiet as the both of you begin the drive home.

“How was the first day back?” He questions.

“Uneventful.”

“Make any new friends?”

“No.”

“Did you try?”

“Does it matter?” You question cutting your eyes at him. “In a year I’ll be gone, there’s no point in making hollow friendships. I’d rather not over exert myself.”

“You’re planning on leaving?” He asks slightly surprised.

“I was planning on going to college and there aren’t many quality higher education opportunities in Gotham. Or are the boys the only ones allowed to leave home?”

He doesn’t know what the right thing to say is, especially because he is thrown off by your hostile tone. “Where ever you want to go, I’ll support you.”

“I’m sure you will.”

A stiff silence falls over the car, and it’s one the two of you are both grateful for. You both know nothing about the other, and it seemed a little bit late to get to know one another, at least from your perspective. He hadn’t tried in the last five years why should he start now, in nine months you wouldn’t have anything to do with him anyways.

You closed your eyes as the buildings of the city passed. Both in attempt to make sure that he didn’t start another conversation and to get in at least a couple minutes of sleep. You had a late night last night, the second of many that were sure to come.

*** It’s October, and the second full month of school is almost over. Halloween, luckily landed on a weekend and it was more than excuse enough to get out of the house. Yet somehow you find yourself locked in your room, a chair pressed under your doorknob so that you wouldn’t be able to wiggle the door knob off.

“Let me out, Dick!” You scream as you pound on the door. If he could see into your bedroom, he’d see how serious you were. The anger you felt was causing the furniture to levitate. Something that happened often when you were unable to control your emotions, but something that you also hid from your family.

“I can’t it’s not safe to leave. You know this is one of the most dangerous nights in Gotham,” He reasons, almost pleading for you to drop it and find a way to entertain yourself.

“Why is it okay for Damian to sneak out at night, but not me?” You question arms crossed in anger.

“What?” He asks in surprise.

“Oh, don’t play dumb, Dick.  All of you do it. You, Jason, Tim. You think just because I’m locked away at night that I never noticed that most nights I’m here by myself? Or the vehicles speeding away from the house in the middle of the night.”

“You don’t understand, we had part-time jobs.” He tries pathetically.

“What can a ten-year-old do at one in the morning?”

“Please just drop it, sis.”

It’s the endearment that gets you. A warmth that spreads over your body and flush that bites at your cheeks. It wasn’t often that it was acknowledge that, blood or not, you were their sibling. Dick tried his best, but he was older when you arrived, and he wasn’t there to treat you the way that a big brother would a little sister.

It’s also the endearment that causes the furniture to drop gently back to the ground and your fists to unclench.

“All right, Dick.”

“Tomorrow why don’t we got to the fair or something maybe we could hang out?”

There is a warmth in his tone that you aren’t used to and it makes you feel slightly guilty as your reach for your cell phone and scroll through the list of names.

“I’d like that.”

“Cool. I’ll come check on you later.”

Just as his footsteps are gone from your hall you press talk on your phone.

“Jason, do you think you can do me a favor?”

*** You liked Jason. You got Jason, and for the most part he understood you. You didn’t know why he resented Bruce as much as he did, but you were happy that you had at least one person you could talk to that wouldn’t report everything you said to Bruce the way that Alfred did.

“Is here fine, kid?” He asks as he stops his motorcycle.

You look up at the large city library in front of you and nodded your head as you slipped your leg over the side of his bike.

“Thank you, Jason,” you say with a pleasant smile as you pass him the extra helmet that he’d given you.

“I’ve never seen someone want to sneak out of the house just to go to the library. You know there is one in the manor?”

“I just wanted to get out of the house for a while. I’m never quite comfortable there, it’s almost like I’m not supposed to be there. Like everyone is in on some big secret and they are all avoiding talking about it when I’m there. It feels that way with you sometimes too.”

Jason looks at you solemnly, letting your words wash over him. He swallows thickly when he meets your eyes that are pleading with him, longing for him to tell you the truth.

“We all feel a little out of place sometimes, kid,” he says smoothing some of your hair down that had been trapped in the helmet. The warm gesture caused a smile to run over your face. “But we all find a place where we belong.”

You nod, “Thanks, Jason.”

“What time, do you want me to pick you up?”

“The library closes at, one I think.”

“Geez, people are actually here that late?” He questions turning his engine on.

“It’s a community college library, students have to study.”

“I guess. Catch ya’ later, kid.”

You watch with a smile as he speeds off. When his form disappears, your eyes find their way to your watch.

‘Five hours’ you think to yourself. ‘Five hours to hit five banks, shouldn’t be too hard, especially since my power is growing.’

*** “It’s Sixteen Banks in November alone, and there seems to be nothing we can do,” Dick says as he leans against the desk. “Do you know how rich whoever this person is now?”

“You almost sound as if you admire them, Grayson.” Damian adds.

��You have to give credit where credit is due,” Dick says with a shrug.

“I’m not going to give credit to someone robbing the people of the world,” Bruce rumbles, causing his eldest son to roll his eyes.

“At least we know they’re here in Gotham. And besides, its better than all the other assholes who go and hold the banks hostage.” Jason says pouring himself a cup of coffee. They’d all been analyzing the data for hours, with no luck, and he was beginning to get tired.

“Just because no one’s getting hurt doesn’t mean that its okay to commit the crime,” Tim says with narrowed eyes.

“Never said it was, loser. I’m just saying that it’s not a 911.”

Tim glared at his older brother but didn’t say anything else.

“Sir, I have something to show you.”

Alfred’s interruption snaps not only Bruce but the rest of the boy’s attention.

Tim notices the sad look on Alfred’s face first, “What’s wrong, Alfred.”

“I’m afraid that young Mistress Wayne has been keeping a secret from all of us.”

Alfred walks forward toward the group pulling a stack of documents from his breast pocket and hands them to Bruce.

Bruce feels his throat tighten in guilt as he looks through them, “These are acceptance letters.”

“Yes, to various Ivy League Institutes, sir.”

“She didn’t even tell me she applied,” Bruce mumbles to himself. “Why would she throw these away?”

Jason pulls the limp letters from his father’s hand, “Harvard, huh, I guess those late-night trips to the library paid off.”

Dick’s eyebrows furrowed, “You’re the one who’s been sneaking her out at night?”

“Yeah, so? It’s not like she has anything to do here. Do any of you actually talk to her? And I mean make more than small talk.”

He doesn’t get a response.

“From what I hear, she wakes up alone, eats alone, goes to school alone, comes home alone, eats alone again and then when she’s out like a light there is no one here with her. I mean I don’t live here so that’s my excuse, but what is yours?” He spits accusingly.

Dick folds his arms across his chest but he diverts his gaze knowing he can’t say anything. As much time that he spends at the manor, its usually to babysit Damian and make sure that he doesn’t mess up then it is to spend time with his sister.

Tim doesn’t say anything either, he recognized that due to her intelligence the two of them would probably get along well. However, he’d never seen the need to interact with her. She wasn’t one of them, and since she was in school most of the day he barely saw her anyway.

Damian didn’t know how he felt. He knew that when he first came to live with his father he was slightly disappointed to find out that he was not the only biological heir that Bruce had. Yet his training and experience had pulled himself and Bruce close together very quickly, a bond that he noticed very early on that his sister did not have. Anytime he interacted with her, he realized that he lorded the relationship with his father over her, but he couldn’t help himself. A part of him felt satisfied when he tormented her. However, he also realized that he didn’t know much about his sister other than her first name.  If she hadn’t told him, would he have ever made the effort to actually find out?

Bruce regarded Jason with guilt in his eyes and he almost instantly understood why Jason was so close to her. He had felt abandoned the same way she had.

“It’s not something that happened on purpose, Jason,” Bruce starts. “I’m not ignoring her because I don’t care about her. She knows that she could have told me about this.”

“But she’s just a kid living in a house full of strangers that is supposed to be her family. If I was her I wouldn’t say shit about me getting accepted into these fancy schools either. Why would I think that any of you cared?”

*** December came and it was the time you were happiest. The snow in Gotham made the city nearly bearable and the end of the semester brought you an almost unbridled joy. For one thing, the holidays were your mothers favorite time of year and you were quite looking forward to the winter ball at your school. You weren’t particularly interested in the outdated courtship ritual, but there was a grand prize for whoever became snow queen. Your competitive nature made you want to win. Of course, you hacked the system to tally the votes in your favor, so the only thing left to do was to show up and claim your prize.

“You look beautiful, Miss.”

You whipped around and saw the faithful butler standing there waiting for you.  You find yourself blushing slightly at the compliment, swaying back and forth causing the large white ballroom skirt to sway with you.

“You don’t think it’s too much, do you Alfred?” You question fingering the diamond necklace nestled in the dip of the sweetheart neckline.

“It is very extravagant, miss, but imagine it is in the Wayne DNA not to do anything particularly subtly.”

You fight the smile that it brings your lips and move to grab the shawl that’s lying on your bed.

“Shall we be on our way, Alfred. I’d like to be home before it’s too late.”

*** Bruce is stunned when he sees is daughter come down the stairs to the foyer. Having just walked into the manor himself, he’s surprised to find her leaving.

“What’s the occasion?” He asks and the words feel strange coming out his mouth. Shouldn’t a father know where his daughter is going? Especially when she’s dressed like this.

“I have a trophy to pick up,” she says with a smirk on her lips, but it’s not meant for him. In fact, her gaze is looking past him, as if she’s thinking about something that brings her great satisfaction. “Damian didn’t tell you what tonight was?”

“No,” he says solemnly.

“I’m surprised,” she says with a raised eyebrow. “I thought the two of you were close. But I suppose Winter Ball isn’t something that would appeal to someone that young, it’s not like he could attend anyway.”

She walks past him, Alfred following closely behind her. He notes how ornate her gown is. A white princess type dress, with a pale gold trim. He’d even caught a glimpse of large diamond that was gleaming on her chest.

‘Where did she get that from?’

*** Perhaps winter break wasn’t as relaxing as you thought it would be. Given the fact that your brother is currently pointing a pistol at your head, you’re inclined to believe that things were going to get bad real fast. You aren’t sure how it turned out this way, one minute you’re alone in your bunker and the next he’s crashing through the door, waving his guns at you. It most likely that he followed you into the library this time, instead of driving away.

“What have you done, kid?” His voice is slight distorted through the red mask that sits on his face, but you know its Jason.

“Don’t sound so disappointed,” you say with a smirk as you cross your legs. Your hands grip on the edge of the desk that your sitting on in slight agitation at his presence. “It’s not like I kill people, I’m not you.”

It seems to irk the older man as he lets out a bit of a growl.

“How are you doing all of this?” He questions, using his other hand to motion to the facility around him. The sound of typing computers had been ringing in his ears since he found your workshop, underneath the library. The rows and rows of computers that line the rather large room seem to be generating the buzz. Half, simultaneously hacking in to banks across the world, the others masking your location as you complete the necessary transfers. However, you both are the only ones in the room, making him think that you are the one controlling the computers, the one that they have all been searching for months. However, since he’s been observing you, you haven’t physically touched any of the machines once.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you say with a cock of your head.

Suddenly, Jason’s arm feels weak, like it’s fallen asleep after having been immobile for too long of a time. He watches as his hands drop his guns and his gaze catches yours as a smile crosses your face.

“You know, you’re the first person that I’ve actually tried this on,” you remark casually. “Usually it’s inanimate objects, big or small, it doesn’t matter, but I never thought I’d be able to control a person.”

Quickly, before you take total control of his body, Jason presses a button the side of his helmet that sends his visual recordings to the bat cave. The moment his fingers leave the button, his wrist snaps backward as you begin to break it with your mind.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Jason,” you say with a frown. “I’ll have to hurt them all now, you know that, right?”

There is a sigh of disinterest that leaves your chest as he feels a pressure on his neck begin to tighten and his vision begins to fade.

“Just be glad you are my favorite,” he hears your voice murmur as he falls to the ground passing out. “I’m not going to hurt you too badly.”

*** To say Bruce was stunned was a bit of an understatement. The feed from Jason’s camera hadn’t cut out and instead focused on the ceiling.  Bruce can hear his daughter’s small footsteps as she walks over to Jason’s unconscious body.

Her face comes into the screen and she still has the small smile on her face as she removes the helmet and lifts it to her face.

“I know you’re watching this, Father or will be watching this, whenever you figure out that Jason and I aren’t home. Don’t worry he’s not dead, just sleeping. You might want to come get him soon though, I’ve already rigged this place to blow three hours after I leave. So hopefully you see this in time.”

She begins to walk around the room and one by one the computers around her begin to explode. “I told you I’d be leaving soon, didn’t I? To be honest, this is a little ahead of schedule, but it doesn’t matter I already have everything I need.”

The camera pans to show her placing a small laptop in a briefcase and what looks to be a horde of fake passports and I.D.’s

“Don’t look for me, father, you won’t find me,” she croons through the speaker. “Jason only found me because he followed me. Know that I won’t let that happen again.”

The case closes and her footsteps begin again and as she walks out, the lights behind her begin to turn off.

“You should know I don’t hate you father, I don’t know you well enough to hate you. However, you shouldn’t be happy about that, because I’m rather indifferent toward you. Know that if any of you live or die it doesn’t matter to me. So, if you do choose to come after me, I won’t hesitate to end you, to end all of you.”

She drops the helmet, and all he can see is an image of her walking away, down a corridor.

“Goodbye, Father.” She calls over her shoulder and the screen goes black.

“You’ve watched that tape many times now, Master Bruce, have you found anything useful?” Alfred question as he prepares to serve the man some tea.

“No,” the older man says solemnly. It’d been almost a month since she disappeared and while there was indeed no trace of her, the robberies hadn’t stopped even though she had amassed a fortune that rivaled his own. “Only a glimpse of a few aliases, however none of them have been used. I think she showed me them on purpose.”

“Master Jason stopped by to search through her room again, he found nothing.”

“How did he look?”

“Like he has not slept since that day, sir. I know this must be hard for him, to lose her like this.”

“He blames himself, even though this is my fault. She’s doing this to spite me, I know it.”

“Oh?”

“I never paid attention to her, so I never noticed what she was doing. Never noticed that the enemy that I’d been giving all of my attention to was the one person I didn’t have time for. Now, wherever she is I won’t be able to reach her, no matter how much I try.”

“She was always fond of poetry, sir.”

Bruce pauses, “I didn’t know that either.”

Taglist (this is a thing now let me know if you want to be on it for everything or a specific story) @captain-amelia-bradley

[cattwomannn]

A Family Of Your Own (Jason Todd x Reader)

Request: “I really love your blog and your writing! Would you be able to do a Jason Todd x reader where the reader is pregnant and they tell the batfam (bonus: grandpa Bruce)”- anon

Y/N- Your Name

Y/N/N- Your Nick Name

Warnings: None? Maybe swearing?

A/N: This took longer to write than I originally hoped, but its also a lot lengthier than I was meaning for it to be.. lol. I hope you enjoy, anon!

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“Jay?? Are you ready?” you shout as you rush around your apartment looking for your keys. You were supposed to be at the manor 30 minutes ago, but as always, you were running late. You sit down on the couch and go through your purse one more time just to make sure you didn’t miss them in there when you first checked. You only stop looking when you hear the sound of them jingling, and look up to see your husband dangling the keys in front of your face.

“Looking for these?” he asks with a mischievous smile.

“You had them the whole time, didn’t you?” you grumble as you grab the keys from his hand.

He flops down onto the couch just as you’re starting to stand up.

“Jason… come on, we gotta go!” you say, tugging on his arm, trying to pull him up into a standing position.

You had big news to share with everyone… you were pregnant. And now that you were in your second trimester, it was time to tell your little secret. You didn’t have a family of your own, so getting to tell Jason’s was just as important to you. Bruce had been the dad you never got to have, meaning you were the most nervous and excited to tell him. You weren’t exactly sure how he’d react, raising a child in a city like Gotham was risky, and to add to that this baby was being born into a family of vigilante’s.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts though by Jason’s voice.

“I say we revisit my idea of just sending them a friendly group text… you know, just say ‘I knocked Y/N up! Surprise!’ and be done with it!” he says with a goofy look on his face.

“Jason Peter Todd… No. This isn’t something you just tell someone over the phone. This is your family we’re talking about here… and they’re my family too.” you pout.

You knew exactly what you were doing, and so did Jason. But he didn’t care, and even if he did, he always had a problem with telling you 'no’.

“Fiiiiiiiiine” he groans out, and leans forward to put his hands on your stomach.

“Let it be known that your mother fights dirty.” he says, talking to your unborn baby.

You laugh and roll your eyes.

“You think she can hear me in there?” he asks, looking up at you.

“At 24 weeks babies have been known to turn their heads in response to noises and voices.” you say, quoting an article you had read earlier that day.  

“Someone’s been doing their research.” he says with his brows raised.

“Hey! I just wanna know whats going on in there! I know next to nothing about babies. Hell, I didn’t even know I wanted one till this little dork came along.” you say, defending yourself.

Jason stands up, pulling you into his arms.

“You’re cute, you know that?” he smiles.

“Of course… my cuteness is my most redeeming quality.” you joke.

“Wait a minute. Did you just call our future daughter a dork?” he asks, trying not to laugh.

“I mean, if shes anything like you she will be…” you fire back.

His mouth drops open as he pretends to be insulted.

“I am not a dork!” he says, holding back a laugh.

“ Sureeeee.” you smirk, as you tug him along towards the door.

Once you arrive at the manor you’re greeted at the door by Alfred. As soon as you saw him you smiled… Alfred had always been like a grandfather to you, not to mention he was the only one who rivaled you in sarcasm.

“You’re an hour late… I’m shocked.” he says, causing you to snicker.

“You can thank Jay for that one… he decided he wanted to play hide and seek with the car keys today.” you say as you step inside.

“Way to throw me under the bus, Y/N/N.” Jason mumbles.

“Don’t you worry, Master Jason… I had no doubts that you were to blame.” he replies.

Jason huff’s at this, and you laugh… It was good to be back at the manor.

As the three of you walked through the house you could feel the anxiety bubbling up inside you, you reach out and grab Jason’s hands, intertwining your fingers. When you walk into the living room you see everyone is there, the room is loud but it always is when the family is gathered around. Dick is the first to notice you.

“Y/N!” Dick shouts, getting up to hug you.

Dick was your best friend, in fact, you knew him before you even knew Jason. He had been your partner in crime all throughout your childhood and your time as a vigilante, he also played a part in what brought you and your now husband together. Which was why you felt so guilty about not telling Dick about the pregnancy sooner, but you knew at the end of the day he’d never hold it against you.

After you finished greeting everyone, you and Jason took a seat on the couch with the others. It was time to share your news, but for some reason you just couldn’t get the words to come out. You looked over at Jason only to find him already looking at you, his warm smile giving you the courage to say what you need to. But just as you’re about to speak, you’re interrupted by Jason’s youngest brother.

“Are you two getting a divorce or something? I can only imagine that’s why you asked us all to be here today. You can just tell us… I mean, it is Todd we’re talking about here.” Damian smirks.

“Nice vote of confidence there, Damian.” Jason says in a flat tone, causing you to laugh.

“Seriously though… Whats up? Are you guys okay?” a very worried Barbara asks.

“Everything is fine! Its nothing like that…” you reassure.

“Everything is more than fine actually.” Jason says as he smiles at you.

Now that you officially have everyone’s attention, you stand up. You can see they’re confused, so with that you unzip your jacket revealing a tiny baby bump, not big enough for them to have noticed over layers of clothing, but prominent enough for them to know exactly what you’re getting at. As soon as they realize what they’re seeing, the living room breaks out into excited shouting and everyone gets up to congratulate you. Jason stands up and pulls you into his arms. The reaction from your family was everything you hoped it would be. Everything is happening so fast though that it feels like a blur. Its not until your standing in front of your father in law that you snap out of it.

The always stoic batman smiles down at you, and you cant help but pull him into a hug. Bruce was often a man of few words, but that never bothered you. His smile was enough for you to know that he was happy for you. Finally you release him from the hug, and look back up at him.

“So..” you say through tears. “How does 'Grandpa Bruce’ sound to you?” you ask.

“It sounds perfect, Y/N.” he replies

“She’s gonna love you..” you say softly.

“She??” his smile grows bigger at that.

“Yeah, its a little girl.” you say.

This time Bruce is the one to pull you into the hug.

“Congratulations, sweetheart.” he says, kissing the top of your head.

BONUS: (3 YEARS LATER)

Today was your daughters 3rd birthday and everyone was gathered at the manor again. As your family and friends all squeezed themselves into the kitchen , you and Jason brought in the birthday cake, setting it down at the table in front of her. She was sitting on Bruce’s lap, clapping wildly as you all sang her happy birthday. Bruce smiled bright, holding your little girl close to him.

When the singing finished, he leaned forward and helped your daughter blow out her candles. After they were out, the room erupted into cheers. The scene was picturesque, and you were so happy you thought you might cry. Jason wraps his arms around your waist, and pulls you into a kiss. You pull away and smile, pressing your forehead against his. You finally had a family to call your own, never in your life did you imagine you’d get this lucky. But, boy were you glad you did…

[ellana-ravenwood]

Shit, it’s father’s day ! - Bruce Wayne x Reader

So, I’m not close from my father. Like, not at all. We’re mostly strangers. So I completely forgot that it was Father’s day today...I actually realized it was that specific day thanks to Hugh Jackman and his instagram account where he posted a picture of his dad and him...ANYWAY, I wrote something for Batman, I feel like I HAVE TO write something for Batdaddy to yo. LITERALLY WROTE IT IN TWENTY MINUTES THOUGH, cause I got things to do today but felt inspired. So here it is, hope you’ll like it : 

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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-Bruce. Bruce. Bruce ?!

Alarmed by the emptiness next to you in bed, you sit up. It’s not like your husband to leave your shared bed without telling you, without a kiss or hell, without making love to you. 

It’s not like him indeed, as he didn’t really leave the bed. He’s sitting on the edge of it, looking out the window of your bedroom. Worries fill your voice when you ask, a bit unsure : 

-Bruce...My heart, are you alright honey ? 

Bruce grumbles back an answer you don’t hear, and you crawl to him. Your tempted to hug him from behind, wrap your arms around his torso, your legs around his waist, your head resting on his back (he’s too tall for you to reach anything else but the middle of his back with your head)...But you feel like something is off. 

It’s pretty obvious really. The way he groaned at you. The fact he isn’t in bed anymore. The way his back is hunched and...just the fact he’s not in your arms right now. He doesn’t even look at you when you approach him, so you decide to drop the hug from behind, and sit next to him. 

He still doesn’t look at you, and you panic a little. It’s so unlike him...

-Bruce ? Please, say something...Did I do something wrong ? 

He quickly raises his head and his eyes lock with yours. Is it...is it sadness you can see in his deep blue orbs ? 

-No, no you didn’t do anything. It’s quite the opposite really. It’s just...It’s just that it’s...The day and...I’m being stupid and childish. Sorry. 

He’s about to stand up and go to the bathroom, but you suddenly understand and hold him back. This time, you hug him from behind, because you know he needs it. There isn’t a problem with you. Oh nope. 

It’s father’s day, almost 4 pm, and no trace of your boys. When it was mother’s day, they woke you up early with a magnificent breakfast, and took you out all day...

As you wrap your arms and legs around him, he sighs sadly (and makes you hurt drop, seeing him sad always break you a little, and you just have to do something about it) and the grip he has on your thigh is a bit stronger than his usual soft one. 

Yes. He needs you. 

You know he’s highly insecure about his ability as a father. Just the fact that they always come to you instead of him when they have a problem hurt his feelings way more than they think. When they ask him something, it’s “Hey dad, where’s mom ?”...They just don’t talk and interact with him like they do with you. 

He often feels guilty when he misses a birthday, or a school play because the League called him, and he wished he could know how to use words better. So that he could tell them that, even if he’s not there, his thoughts are always for them first. Everything he does is primarily for them. So they’d have a better future, and won’t have to fight as much as him, even though they already are...

It’s not like they don’t have bonding times. After all, they often played basketball or any other sports. They talk about girls sometimes (oh your Bruce LOVES to gross them out talking lovingly about you). But...it’s just not the same than with you. They’d never come to him for a hug for exemple (except maybe Dick, but that boy would hug anything and anyone). 

When they feel sad, it’s you they came to see, and only you was able to soothe them back to sleep after a nightmare with sweet words and your fingers caressing their hair lovingly. 

You know how your Bruce feels highly insecure about his ability as a father...And yet, you still think he’s the best you’ve ever seen. Well, maybe after Alfred though. 

Your own father was an asshole, in and out of jail, died of an overdose when you were sixteen and all you could think was that you finally got away from his abusive grasp. You didn’t feel sad at all. And you never celebrated any father’s day. So seeing how Bruce was actually invested in his boys’ life. 

He always made sure they were alright, he often gave them valuable life advices, so that they wouldn’t become what he became. He showed them he loved them, sure, in his own way, but...they knew it. They knew their father loved them. Even if they had to almost die sometimes, for him to hug them tight and tell them directly : “I love you my son”. It’s just...Bruce was always afraid to not be as good as his own father. To make mistakes he’d never be able to fix. Like when Jason died, and came back to life, the anger and hatred your son felt toward his father almost broke your husband. 

It was already difficult to go through his death. Awful. He felt like he was back when he was eight years old and lost his parents...But when Jay came back, and was mad at him for not killing the Joker, insinuating that Bruce didn’t love him enough to avenge him...it really nearly destroyed him. He pulled through thanks to you, and his other sons...And even though now Jason seemed to understand and forgave him, the wound was still there. 

So yes, Bruce was always very insecure about wether he was a good father or not, about wether he was doing the right thing for them, showing them enough what they meat to him etc etc...So the fact that his sons forgot father’s day, while they made such a big deal of mother’s day, well, it broke his heart. Truly. 

And you could feel it in the way he was snuggling closer to you, caressing your legs...He turned around, and wrapped his arms around you, falling on you on the bed (you always liked feeling his weight above you, even if he was quite heavy because so many damn muscles !). 

The only thing you could do right now was caress his hair, because this soothing gesture worked on him too. In a low voice, you say : 

-I’m sure they’re just...tired. Or forgot. They’re quite forgetful boys really. 

-They didn’t forget you. And before mother’s day, we had a rough night. 

-...Maybe they think you’re...

He cuts you off with a broken voice that makes your heart tighten. 

-Listen (Y/N), I appreciate you trying to cheer me up, I really do but...Just hold me. Please. That’s all I need. 

You don’t say anything, but your grip around him is now tighter. You pull him close to you. He breathes in your neck, and you can feel his sadness wash over you...Damn those boys. To be honest though, even you wouldn’t have thought that it would hit him that hard that they forgot. 

You stay like that for hours. Just whispering sweet nothing in his ears, making sure he feels loved, caressing his body etc etc...When you finally pull away from each other because hunger is hitting you both, it’s already the evening, and the sun is going down. Alfred lets you know dinner is ready. 

Your husband stands up and..Something at the window attracts his face. What...What was that on his parents’ tomb ?  He takes you by the hand and, before you can understand anything, and can dress properly, you’re running though Wayne’s Manor in your pjs, while your husband is walking really fast, only in his damn boxers. 

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Hundreds of candles. Drawing from Damian. Words written by Dick, Jason and Tim too, because, well, they “can’t draw for shit, but they sure can write”. “Happy Father’s day” cards littering his father’s tomb...What was that ? 

-I bet you thought we forgot, right ? 

You and Bruce turn around, and are faced with all your boys. They’re all smirking, of that trademark batsmirk you love so much...Dick was the one who talk, and Jason keeps going : 

-We did wake up a little late though, sorry about that. Also, we thought, knowing you, that a day with mom would be the best. Besides, you needed sleep, I bet you’re awake only since a few hours, we didn’t wanna bother you in your sleep you know ? 

Tim continues : 

-It took us the entire day to put everything on Granddad’s grave. Coming up with things to tell him about you was easy though, but we had so much to tell him that...yeah, took us the entire day. 

Not understanding,your husband just look at them, confused. So Damian explains a bit more : 

-We thought it could be good to come see Grandfather and tell him about you. So we...did all this. We told him how you were. How  great you were.

-How you’re not always the best father, but your ours, so it doesn’t even matter. 

-How you’re passionate about everything you do in life. 

-How loving you are, when you want. How you’d never give up on any of us. 

-How happy you make us when you finally say a joke. 

-How annoying you can be, but how right and fair you are too. 

-How much we love you too, even though we rarely admit it. 

-We love you because you’re the goddamn Batman. Because you don’t let anyone walk on your feet. Because you’re also a great business man, and kind of a nerd really. 

-We love you because you always know how to make us feel better. Not like mom, differently. In your own way. You teach us everyday to become men. 

-We love you because you can be so damn silly. And because, simply, you’re our dad, no matter how flawed, we’ll always love you. You could turn into the worst criminal ever that we’d never give up on you.

-Ok guys, if we say everything, we’ll take up the rest of the day, and we have plans right ? 

Bruce is stunned, and you’re almost afraid he’s going to faint as the arm he has around your shoulder gets heavier and heavier by the minute. They all talked with deep love, admiration and awe in their voice, and the power of what they say is hitting your Bruce like a grade A hurricane. All he can say is : 

-Pl..Plans ? 

-Well yes, of course. It’s not as elaborate as the one we had with mom, like we told you, we wanted to give you time to rest and spent some hum...quality time with mom (ew by the way). So we didn’t really plan the entire day. We thought honoring your dad was a better idea. Besides, we can’t recycle our ideas for mom to you, it wouldn’t work. You two are different. So...We did that instead. 

Jason is showing his grandfather’s grave, and Bruce feels his heart beat wildly. They did that for him...He couldn’t dream of a better way to show him they loved him. Oh my Gods, those boys always surprised him so much. Damian continues on : 

-It’s not it though. We...We cooked dinner for you. Alfred helped of course. But we did it mostly ourselves. 

Tim adds : 

-And we thought maybe...maybe we could have a chill movie night ? At least until midnight and father’s day is really over. Then you can go patrol if you want. But we could watch all your favorite films. Even the Sound of Music if you wanna...I’ll play one of the Von Trapp girl if I have to. 

Dick finish his father off with those simple words : 

-Or anything really. We can also play board game or whatever. As long as we spent time with you. Of course, mom is welcome. But if you don’t want her...

-Of course I want her to be here to. 

-We figured out that much. So, anyway, let’s go dad, we have many things to do ! Oh, and here. 

They each pull out a card from their pockets, and give them to their father : 

-You don’t have to read them now. In fact, don’t. But next time you feel sad or something, open one up and read what we have to say about you, why we love you and all...We hope it’ll cheer you up. 

Damian says, a bit shyly :

-At first I thought it was a stupid idea but...in fact...yeah; read them when you’re sad. I love you dad. 

-I love you too, by the way. Even if you let the Joker killed me. 

-Oh my god Jason shush. Besides, if the Joker never killed you, there would be no red robin, he wouldn’t have taken me in while already having a Robin ya know ? Anyway. Love you too dad. 

And then, he collapses in their arms as they give him a group hug. 

Tears fall down your cheeks. Oh my god. Those boys. They indeed never cease to surprise you...

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Bruce had the best father’s day ever. Of course, he thought about Alfred, he got him everything the Butler wanted and even more. Love, recognition, and tons of fancy gifts haha. Alfred of course joined in in the night of binge watching Bruce’s favorite films. 

There was no patrol that night, just a family enjoying each others, loving each others deeply...You all fell asleep in the couch, tangled in each others arms. 

A big bundle of love and affection. You woke up first, your head on your husband’s chest, in fact, your entire body on your husband, one of your hand on Tim’s back, the other in Damian’s hair, Jason’s head on your back, Dicks on his fathers shoulder....A big bundle of love and affection. You didn’t dare to move, wishing this moment could last forever...

It wasn’t always easy to have a family made of night vigilante who had tons of trouble to talk about their feelings, but you’d never have it any other way, and Hell, Bruce wouldn’t either. The love he held for each of you was stronger than anything. Anything. 

FIN.

OK SORRY IF THIS TOTALLY SUCKS ! I wrote it really fast cause I gotta go and won’t have time for a while to write and really wanted to write this and...ANYWAY. Sorry.

[ellana-ravenwood]

“I’m lost without you...” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

#8. Going through a crisis together.

This is not a funny story, but after all the fluffiness I wrote lately, I wanted to write something...kinda sad. Not the angstiest story I ever written but...just not just fluff. There’s still some fluffy moments though, and maybe you won’t find it sad at all, maybe it won’t touch you (and didn’t proofread because of reasons), it’s also maybe a bit (a lot) cheesy but...Oh well, hope you’ll still like it :

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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-You have to choose mister Wayne.

-I...I can’t...how...how am I suppose to...

-If you don’t, they will both die. It’s as simple as that, you have to take a decision. Now. 

Bruce’s head is spinning, and he cannot hear anything else but the fast beating of his heart. Why was this happening ? Why couldn’t something go right for once ? Hasn’t he and his family suffered enough already ?

He feels light headed and sits down on the cold metal chair, in a cold and way too bright hospital corridor. His sons are here, and he just faintly feels their hands supporting him, helping him sit down, stroking his back soothingly, hugging him to try and make him feel better...But he cannot feel better.

He has to make an impossible choice.

Mercilessly, the doctor insists once more, because time is running out :

-Your wife, or the child mister Wayne ? We cannot save both of them. 

His wife, or his child.

How could he choose ?

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He wakes up with a start, and by instinct reaches for you...but you’re not here. You haven’t been here for the past month and a half. Unable to soothe him back to sleep after one of his nightmare, as you would usually do. 

Bruce felt like he was back when he was eight years old and just lost his parents. Back in Crime Alley that fateful night. 

He couldn’t see the light, all hope had left him, all will of living slowly faded away, and he was full of so much anger and sadness. 

Angry at the World, angry at life, angry at you...but the sorrow he felt was stronger. And he couldn’t use his anger, he couldn’t be strong this time, turn his life around to be able to live with the thought of loosing someone he loved so much, he couldn’t bear to live like this...Without you. He needed you. Your support. Your presence. Holding you in his arms was all he craved for...He looked at the spot you haven’t occupied in a month and a half and sighed. 

He was almost hoping you’d open the bathroom door, and come back to bed with him, smiling...But you wouldn’t. 

Not because you died, but because he “let your daughter die”. 

When the doctor asked him to choose between his wife and his child (”Helena”, that’s how you would have called her...), he took the impossible decision to choose you. 

Because he needed you, your sons needed you, Alfred needed you...So many people needed you. Without you, they couldn’t live properly, they couldn’t function. You were the center of this family. While that child would have brighten his World, would have bring him so much joy...Raising her without you just could not happen. And so, though it ripped his heart out to loose his daughter...saving you was the only option. 

He knew you could go through this crisis together however, mourn and live through it. You already did it when Jason died, when Damian died...With you by his side everything was possible. You would understand right ? Why he chose you ? There was four boys that needed you, your daughter would probably have died and your sacrifice would have been useless...It was awful to say it, but you were more important for everyone. 

Besides, two days later, the doctor called him to tell him your child wouldn’t have survived long anyway, as she had a heart defect...but that, he didn't have the time to tell you. You didn’t give him the time to tell you. 

He chose you, to save your life, and yet, still lost you. 

When you woke up, weak, but excited to meet your new daughter, and Bruce had to tell you what happened, you told him to get out.

It was one of the hardest thing he ever had to do, to explain to you what happened, explain the reason he chose you and not “Helena”, but you wouldn’t hear it. You suffered for hours, almost died, and woke up to find your daughter dead...and to your eyes, it was Bruce’s fault. He decided. 

He could have saved her. He should have choose her. Your life didn't mean anything, it wasn’t more worthy than hers ! 

When you came home from the hospital, he was waiting for you (as you refused him to come back to see you in your room there), his eyes filled with sorrow and hope. 

You ignored him, and went to your shared bedroom, moved all your stuffs to a guest one...and locked yourself in. 

Only your sons were allowed in, and not even all the time. You opened your door more rarely every day...Dick and Jason found themselves often out of the house, as they couldn’t handle their mother not being alright and refusing their help. Tim buried himself in his nightly activities work, just like his father, to try to occupy his thoughts with something else, and Damian was mostly lost and confused. Alfred left food in front of the door, that you barely touched...

In the past month and a half, Bruce went to knock on your door every day...without any success but you yelling at him to go away. 

He wasn’t sure how long he could bear it. Not seeing you, talk to you, touch you...and knowing you hated him. 

He felt himself break more and more everyday. He lost so much already.

With heavy movements full of sadness, he got out of bed, and went to get ready, feeling emptier than ever. 

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Bruce found his youngest son sitting in front of his sister’s grave. The sister he’d never meet. The sister he was so excited to have...he’d finally be able to know how it feels to be a big brother ! 

The boy didn’t hear him come, and his father was able to listen what he was saying to Martha, the sister he’d never have : 

-...isn’t ok nowadays, but she’s really amazing. The best mother. She would have read stories to you a lot, sing too, her voice is beyond soothing. And before you’d go to bed, she would have kissed your forehead and ruffle your hair tenderly. You would have had a happy childhood. Father isn’t always the best, he can get caught up in his work as Batman, and forget that not everyone is as tough emotionally than him but...He would have taken great care of you. Remember the ferris wheel on Gotham’s dock I was talking about ? I obviously couldn’t take it with me to show you, cause it’s massive, but I made a drawing of it. Here. I’m just going to leave it here ok ? I...

Bruce walks on a twig, and the sound of it cracking startles his son, who whip around faster than any boy his age.

-Oh...Father. I thought maybe...

Yes. He knows. He knows what Damian thought. Maybe it was his mom. Maybe she would sit down next to him, and hug him. One of those hug that could heal any mental wounds. But no, it wasn’t her. It hasn’t been her for over a month...

-Are you ok my boy ? 

-Why are you asking me ? You’re the one that look like you're dying...

-Pardon me ? 

-Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately ? 

No. No Bruce hasn’t seen himself in the mirror in the past month, unable to bear the sight of himself. The guilt was too much. Because of him, his daughter was six feet under ! How could he look at himself in a mirror ever again ? He doesn’t answer his son’s question, he doesn’t have to. They understand each other. 

-Can I sit with you ? 

-Of course. I was just...I brought a drawing for Helena. 

This was all too much. Bruce couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t be strong anymore. The way Damian sad little face looked up at him, with a drawing of his favorite place in Gotham in his hands (the dock’s ferris wheel) just broke his heart even more. He fell on his knees, and brought his son’s head against his chest. 

-I’m sorry my boy, I’m so sorry...

-Why ? You did what you had to.

-But I...

-It isn’t your fault. You heard the doctor, he said Helena wouldn’t have survived long anyway. And mother is...None of us can go on without mom. Helena’s life, even if she lived, would have been filled with sad men, miserable. It isn’t your fault father. You did what you had to do. Do you hear me dad ? You. Did. What. You. Had. To. Do. 

Damian was holding his father by the shoulder, trying to transfer all his will to him, trying to convince him, even if just a bit, that no one else could make such a decision without feeling guilty...and that it wasn’t his fault. 

-Mom told me once...She told me that bad things happen sometimes, and there just nothing we can do about it. That’s how life goes. Sad moments help us appreciate the happy one. And though this is a particularly...difficult trial, you’ll pull trough it. And she will too. 

-She hates me Damian...

-No, she doesn’t. She’s just...She’s lost and...in pain...But there’s one thing I know for sure, she does not hate you. 

-Then why doesn’t she talk to me ? Why did she move to the guest room ? Why...Why...

The mighty Batman cannot finish his sentence, and collapses in his son’s arms, tears running freely from his eyes, clinging tightly on his boy’s shirt. 

Damian tries to stay strong, but things are so damn hard. He lost his sister, a sister he knew would have been awesome. He lost his mother, the mother he loved so much and took such good care of him. And now, his father was broken...and the only person who could mend him refused to talk to him. 

He had to do something. He just had to. He owed his family that much...

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Three knocks. 

That was probably Tim. He always knocked three times. Jason knocked only once, a hard bang on the door. Dick knocked continuously until someone would let him in. Damian didn’t knock, he usually just kick the door a few times, and comes in, wether anyone let him or not. 

Three knocks. 

That was Tim. 

Laying in the king size bed of one of the Manor’s guest room, you turn your face to the door, but even the strength to tell them to go away left you. So you do not answer. 

A hard bang on the door. 

Jason, but you still do not answer. 

Continuous knocking for five minutes, before he gives up...Dick. Still, you don’t utter a word. 

One kick. Two kick. Three kick. Four kick...that shatters the door open. Damian. He had enough of you not answering. 

The sound of the door cracking open startles you, and you sit up in your bed for the first time in days. You’re unable to contain your few next words : 

-What the Hell ?! 

-Yes mother, what the hell indeed.

You don’t understand, and you look, confused, at your four sons. Damian keeps going : 

-What are you doing ? 

-What...What am I doing ? 

-Yes. 

What were you doing ? You were mourning your daughter, that’s what you were doing ! The daughter your husband could have saved, and yet didn’t. 

-I’m...

Tim does not let you finish. 

-You need to talk to him. He’s...he’s not alright. 

-I’m certainly not...

Dick cuts you off. 

-You need to get out of this room. 

-I don’t wa...

Jason shush you with his words : 

-Mom, what are you doing ? 

The intensity in their eyes, it’s what hit you the most. The sadness too. The way they look ten years older, with the worries wrinkling their face. It makes your heart drop..What are you doing ? 

-I lost my daughter ! 

You say angrily. It’s the first time you’re ever genuinely angry at them, and the violence in your voice shocks even you...What are you doing ? 

They flinch a bit, but do not give up. Dick says : 

-Dad did too. And we lost a sister. This doesn't just affect you ! 

-It’s his fault ! All his ! He...

-No mom, it’s not. It’s nobody’s fault. What happened is terrible, you lost a child, you both did. And we lost a sister. But it’s no one’s fault. He didn’t kill her like you said, he save you. And no one was able to save her. 

-He should have...

-Listen mom, and listen until I’m done talking. You might not want to hear this but you need to hear this. Dad made the right decision. It’s an awful thing to loose a child. Awful. And I know I’m going to sound insensitive but...She was dead anyway. She would never have lived. She wouldn’t have survived. She had a heart defect, they discovered that after. You didn’t even give him a chance to tell you. He learned it afterward and...

-It doesn’t excuse anything. He chose me over her. 

-FOR GOD SAKE MOTHER OF COURSE HE DID ! 

You never heard Damian raised his voice. Never. 

-I’m gonna be the very insensitive one, because after all, that’s what I am right ? An insensitive child raised by murderers. So here we go : of course he chose you. You’re the love of his life. Helena, and God only knows how much I wished she was here with us, wasn’t even a person yet ! I mean...She wasn’t even...She ...She meant less. Here. I said it. We never met her. We loved her already, of course, and father is as shattered than you are with her death, but...Of course he saved you. Don’t you understand how much you mean to us ? I mean, she meant something too but...I...I...We...I love you and cannot bear the thought of you not being here. We love you and cannot bear the thought of you not being here. What happened to Helena is awful. She didn’t even had a chance. A chance for us to...love her as much as we love you. And...and...

His tears break your heart. His words stabbed it. What are you doing ? 

You want to tell them you love them. You want to be the strong woman they’re used to. You want to take them in your arms. You want so many things...but the thoughts of a possible life with Helena in it plague your mind, poison it. And you cannot speak. 

You thought your eyes had dried out off tears...and yet, in front of a shaking Damian, and three beyond sad young men, they’re flowing out of your eyes like the niagara falls. You cannot hold them in. 

-Mom. We need you. Dad needs you. Please...Come back.  

Dick says in a low voice, so different from his usual cheery tone. What are you doing ? 

-We can go through this. All of us. Together. But none of us can move on without you. Please. Come back. 

Jason rarely speaks about his feelings...and yet, here, his voice is filled with so many different sentiments...What are you doing ? 

-We already lost a sister. We can’t loose you too. Please mom, come back to us. 

Tim’s face is bruised all over. The bags under his eyes are alarming. Without you, no one was there to tell him to take care of himself. Without you, none of them could function normally...What are you doing ? 

-Please mother, come back. You cannot leave us, it’s not our fault. It’s not father’s either. That’s how life is. Sometimes, it’s a bitch. You told me so. You can’t give up...you just can’t...

The tears in your youngest son’s eyes are a torture for you. What are you doing ? 

You raise your head to the sky, and address one last silent message to the daughter you will never see grow up...You tell her you wished you could have met her. You tell her you know she would have been a wonderful girl, an even more amazing woman. You tell her you’re sorry. You tell her you’ll never forget her, of course you won’t, but you have to move on...Because she isn’t your only child. She isn’t the only one you ever loved. And there is five men that need you. When you look at your sons again, at their face expecting something from you, anything (after all, they were a bit harsh, they told you truth you didn’t want to hear, they tried to show you you had to try to move on). 

You look at Dick, and for the first time in a month, you smile. It’s a weak smile, but it’s already so much...He smiles back. 

You look at Jason, and for the first time in a month, you wink at him. He winks back. 

You look at Tim, and for the first time in a month, you frown at his battered face, and scold him silently. It feels great to him. 

You look at Damian, and for the first time in a month, you reach him to ruffle his hair...He doesn’t protest for once, closing his eyes. 

You look at your sons, and for the first time in a month...You stand up. 

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He’s standing in front of the window, and does not react when you open the door. He probably doesn’t even think about the fact that it might be you...he gave up weeks ago the thought of you ever coming back to your shared bedroom. 

He’s standing in front of the window, looking at the mausoleum out back of the Manor...And the way he stands breaks your heart. It’s not his strong, tough and intimidating usual stance. No. It’s weak, a bit pathetic, and shaky. As if he struggles to even stay on his feet. 

You close the door behind you, and take two steps, before stopping...What could you tell him ? The way he turns around, how quickly he moves, startles you. He recognized the way you walk. Just in those two steps you took. He recognized you and his heart started to beat wildly. 

-(Y/N)...Is it...is it really you ? Am I dreaming again ? 

He has to make sure. Lately, he had too many vivid dreams about you leaving him for good, about you dying with your daughter, about you...just ceasing to exist. He cannot live in a World without you. 

You nod, and he takes a shy step toward you. You do not back away. But you don’t speak either. You don’t know what to say...

-I...I missed you. 

He takes another step. You do not move. You do not speak. 

-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I...You have no idea how difficult it was. 

He’s close to you now. If you raised your arms, you could have touched him. But you don’t. 

-I didn’t have a choice...I...She...I...You...I couldn’t loose you. Maybe it is selfish but...

-You lost a daughter too.

He is a few inches away from you now, and finally, you utter a word. Just a small whisper. Almost inaudible. It’s his turn to stay silent, unsure of what to say...He doesn’t want you to leave again. He’s too afraid to say the wrong thing.

-You lost a daughter too, and it isn’t your fault. It isn’t anyone’s fault...the boys are right. And I’m sorry they had to force me to hear them out for me to realize it. It wasn’t your fault. 

You take his hands in yours, kiss his knuckles, and he sighs. How sweet it is to feel your skin on his again, even if it’s just a small and shy touch.

-You lost a daughter too...our daughter. It wasn’t your fault. And I’m sorry I took my sorrow and anger on you. I’m sorry I treated you like that. I...I hate myself for it. 

Your head goes to rest on his chest, where his heart beats, as if on its own accord. One of Bruce’s hand tangles itself in your hair, the other wraps around your waist. Your arms sneak in his open dress shirt (he didn’t even bother to close the button, knowing he wouldn’t go to work today), wrapping around his chest, your cold hands, palms flat on his back, pulling him close to you. He doesn’t resist. Of course he doesn’t. 

-I thought about it a lot. I thought about...if the roles were reversed. And I’d be the worst of hypocrites if I say I wouldn’t have chose you. I would have done the same than you. Without hesitation. No matter what. I’m...I’m so sorry Bruce.

He feels your tears running down his naked chest, and his grip tightens on you, bringing you closer to him. The rumble of his voice makes your entire body shake.

-Sshhh. Sshhh. I’m here. I understand. I understand. I always did...

-Please Bruce, forgive me, please...The boys did, but I didn’t hurt them as much as I hurt you...Please Bruce...Please...

-Sshh my love, it’s alright. There’s nothing to forgive. I understand, I truly do. 

You stay like that for a long time, in the love of your life’s arms, crying the remnant of tears from your body. Letting every feelings out of your system. Explaining to him that it was all too much, that you couldn’t handle the loss of another child, especially since you knew she would never come back. You tell him how much you regret your reaction, you reassure him that you don’t hate him...of course you don’t. 

Caressing your hair lovingly, the other hand stroking the small of your back, your husband tells you none of this matter now. He tells you thousands of soothing words, and you feel a surge of guilt as you realize he doesn’t hold the slightest grudge against you. 

You didn’t deserve a man as great as him. You didn’t deserve such a wonderful, understanding, loving, faithful, loving man like him...But he shun away those thoughts too.

Non sense. Of course you deserve him. 

You stay in each other’s arms for a long time, talking, talking and talking some more. As you always do. You tell each other everything, all your feelings. And the World feels a little lighter, a little brighter. 

-I love you (Y/N), and I understand. I always understood. 

-I love you too my Bruce. So much. I’m sorry. 

-Stop. I’m sorry. 

-You have nothing to be sorry for. 

-Please don’t go again. I’m lost without you...

-I’m lost without you too. I know I’ll find my way back to life thanks to you...

-You’ve always been my northern star. Please, don’t go again.

-Never. 

-I love you (Y/N). 

-I love you, my Bruce. 

You stay like that for a long time. His arms around you, yours around him. Finally touching each other, and relieving one another off some of the pain you both feel. 

Things won’t be easy in the future. You and Bruce wouldn’t be OK for a long time. It would take you a while before getting back to a normal life, before being the cheery one of the family again. 

But eventually, you’d come back from it. The thought of your daughter never left you, but you kept going. You had to. You owed your family this much. And they gave you back the love you gave them..Every bits of it. 

It would take a long time before everything went back to normal, but it’d happen...Because no matter what, what happened was nobody’s fault, but life. Life could be a bit sometimes...But it also could be so beautiful. 

You saw it every day in your children. You saw it every day in your husband. 

Things were going to get better. 

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Years later, Damian would still leave drawings of his favorite things on his sister’s grave. The sister he’ll never have. 

He would still talk to her about you and his father. 

And once you and him would be gone too, he would ask her if he was right, if he described his...their parents right to her. 

Years later, Damian still came to his sister’s grave. Often with you, to just talk. Even laugh on more than one occasion. With his father, too, who since her death became less “emotionally tough”. With his brothers, who’d just make silly joke and talk about anything and everything. With Alfred also, bringing her cookies and such, talking about how great they were (after Alfred’s death, he would bring burnt cookies and talk about how she had the good ones now...).

Years later, Helena Wayne was still in all of her family member’s heart, and would remain in it forever...But she wasn’t remembered as a bad moments in their life. She was remembered as the wonderful girl she could have been. And though sometimes you found yourself teary thinking of her...She wasn’t destroying your family anymore. She wasn’t a subject of discord. On the contrary, Helena Wayne, the daughter you never had, brought your family closer from each other than ever. 

Damian was sure that, if she could see them, she would smile at the thought of being the reason they’d never give up on each others’. 

Fin.

[ellana-ravenwood]

“Your wife is hot” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Here’s for you :), and I thank you very much ^^

PART 2 

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The league discovered that Batman made files on all of them. Files in which were their secret identities, the way they could be defeated, and a all lot of personal details. And so they were...pretty mad at him. They felt like he betrayed their trust, while all he wanted to do was to make sure the World was safe. So the bat had to amend himself. He told all of them he was Bruce Wayne. And that’s the story of how a bunch of superheroes invaded your home. 

They first went to see the Batcave, which left you enough time to try and relax. It wasn’t everyday that you met the biggest superheroes of the World. You already encountered Superman, who was in real life Clark Kent, your husband’s best friend. You also were friend with Wonder Woman, having actually quite a lot in common with Diana Price. And your eldest son was friend with The Flash sidekick, Kid Flash, even though you never actually met Barry Allen, you felt like Wally told you enough things about him that you knew you’d probably get along. But the rest...Well, you were just super stressed. 

Of course, you knew all of them, extensively actually. You knew what they liked and didn’t like, their personality...Hum, you might have, MIGHT, read Bruce’s files on them. Curiosity. It was your biggest flaw. 

You heard them before you saw them. Granted, they were making quite a raucous. First entered Bruce, closely followed by The Martian Manhunter, J’onn J’onzz. Then came in Hal Jordan, one of the Green Lantern. Clark and Diana, who smiled warmly at you. The Flash who was...talking. So much babbling about everything he saw in the bat cave. There was so many things in the bat cave...After him was Arthur Curry, the dude who was speaking to fish, Oliver Queen and Dinah Lance, another power couple. Green Arrow and Black Canary. Finally came in the very stoic Hawkman and Hawkwoman. You knew a huge part of the league didn’t come, busy with their own things, and you were so thankful for it, as you were already freaking out quite a bit. 

You were sitting on a high chair around the kitchen counter with Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian when they finally noticed you guys’ presence. 

-Oh, and here are the robins. So they are yours after all. 

-Yes, they are. 

This three words made your three eldest very happy, as Bruce rarely stated like that that he considered them his sons. They knew he loved them, but he only showed it when they were almost head or emotionally in distress...

Flash came very quickly to shake their hands. And then he looked at you. You knew the spark in his eyes. Most men had it when they looked at you. It’s not that you were particularly beautiful, but there was an aura around you that just made you irresistible. You were rather charming, without even trying to be. 

-Wow...and who do we have here ?

Bruce approached you and went around the kitchen counter to sit next to you. He looked coldly at Flash, having recognize as well the spark in his eyes. He would never admit it, but Bruce was a very jealous man.

-My wife. 

Except for Diana and Clark, they all seemed stunned. What ? Batman had a wife ? How the...What ?! That guy ? But like, he smiled once every year and he was so...It was just crazy that he had a wife. It blew their minds. 

-You guys are going to catch flies if you keep your mouthes open like that. Y/N, you already know who they are, everyone, Y/N. My wife. 

Clark chuckled at his compatriots’ reaction, and Diana gave you a sorry look. You were slightly annoyed. Not because they all stared at you with curiosity, making you uncomfortable, but because it was clear that they didn’t know your Bruce at all. They were all surprised he had someone who loved him, because all they ever saw was his Batman side, and not even the good Batman side...You were actually kinda happy they came in your home, maybe they’d realize that there was more to the bat than met the eyes. 

-Hum, Alfred made fresh tea and coffee, and I baked cookies if...superheroes are interested in this kind of stuffs. 

You shyly said, trying to change the subject, and they all laughed frankly. Yes, superheroes were definitely interested in those kind of stuffs. They all sat around the counter and attacked what you and Alfred prepared for them.

You were bombarded by questions. Where did you met ? how the hell could you deal with him everyday ? Since how long where you together ? Blahblahblah. You tried to answer to everything, feeling Bruce’s loving and slightly amused gaze on you. 

You were kinda amused too, to be honest. Earth’s mightiest superheroes, interested in things as trivial as someone else’s relationship. 

-Hum...We met at a cafe, he tried to help me with a thief but I knocked the thief down with a chair... (happened in this fic thought it was fun to mix them a bit) 

-Which is what drawn me to her. 

The League was listening with attention. 

-I deal very well with him, thank you. I don’t appreciate what you implied there. He isn’t some kind of animal difficult to handle you know.

-Careful, she has a mean right hook. And our chairs here are very sturdy.  

Flash shifted in his seat awkwardly. You were looking at him coldly, knowing he was the one that asked the question, and damn he found you terrifying and sexy at the same time. He was very confused. 

-We’ll be having our ten years anniversary next months...And I’m sorry guys, I can’t remember any other questions you asked. 

Before any of the leaguers could say anything, J’onn talked. 

-We don’t have any more questions Mrs. Wayne. I’m sorry for my friends’...behavior. They’re usually more polite. 

He glared at the others, and they got the message. Batman was letting them in his personal life, trying to regain their trust, and they were being rude. After all, with his telepathic powers, he sometimes, not on purpose, caught glimpses of the real Bruce. A broken man, whom you mended carefully. A man that, if he didn’t had his full trust in them, would never have told them his identity. 

They apologized, suddenly understanding. Well, actually, J’onn told them with his telepathic powers, and they all felt a bit guilty. A bit, because they still remembered the files. 

-It’s alright really. I understand. After all, he knows a lot about you, and you didn’t even know he had a wife. So...Yeah. Hum. 

You smiled at them, and your natural aura all caught them. They instantly liked you. You just had that effect on people, and the one who couldn’t stand you were doing so just because they envied you. 

You all talked about light subject, avoiding League’s matter, and just talking about anything, like  friends. 

-Oh it’s already 4...Hum, I’m late. I’d gladly stay a bit longer, but I have work to do. Boring Wayne inc stuffs you know. Hope to see you all again. We could...like...have a big barbecue or something. 

You hugged Clark and Diana, and shaked a bit awkwardly everyone else’s hand. When it came to the Flash, you felt him shiver a bit under your touch, but had tact enough not to say anything. 

You gave a kiss on the cheek to your boys, and as you went to say goodbye to Bruce, he surprised you by kissing you passionately on the lips, in front of everyone. When he pulled away, your breath was quick, and you saw him giving Flash “the bat glare”. You smiled softly, and with a last peck on his lips, left. 

A silence installed itself, a silence that Flash broke. 

-Well, one thing is sure Bruce...Your wife is damn hot.

-I’m gonna kick you in the face. 

-Don’t talk about our mother like that. 

And that’s the story of how the Justice League started to really bond...and of how Barry Allen got that he shouldn’t say anything about the Batman’s wife, as his black eye reminded him the next day.