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“You’re not my real mom !” - Batkids x Fem!Reader (Batmom)

Synopsis : A story about those few dreaded words : “You’re not my real mom”, said by the batkids, to you, in a the heat of a moment. And the aftermath of it all...

This has been in my draft for ages. I hope you like it :) :

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DICK

It happened so fast. In a quick moment of anger.

A flash, a bang, words said too quickly to truly realize their meaning.

Dick was frustrated because he felt you didn’t understand him, his point of view. And you were trying to explain to him that it was not okay to...

You know what ?

You couldn’t even remember what he did. As if whatever it was, it was all wiped out of your memory when he pronounced those bone chilling words.

You only remembered you were “scolding” him, just like parents do when their child did something he wasn’t supposed to. You rarely told Dick off, even when he would burst into fits of anger.

You always told him : “When you came into my life, you changed everything. And I love all of you little bird. Not just when you’re joking around and smiling. But also when you get angry, and lash out. You are my son, I love all of you.”

And you meant it. Often, you or Bruce would take the brunt of his anger, without batting an eye. After all, that child went through a lot. It was totally normal for him to lash out at times.

He saw his parents died right in front of him. It wasn’t a trauma that would be solved that fast (Bruce was proof of it). “The magic of love” couldn't simply cure someone who was so deeply hurt. Although it helped, over time.

Yes. Time.

It would take time, and support, for Dick to heal. And you were here for it. Here for him.

But there were times, you had to say something.

Usually, it was when he was being too reckless.

Your son could be overzealous, and go too far. And you were so worried about his safety and wellbeing...Very rarely, you’d have to “scold” him.

And you couldn’t even remember what you were lecturing him about that evening (even if you had an idea it was about being a little more careful). All you remembered was...

“You’re not even my real mom ! You can’t tell me anything !”

And him turning away from you, crossing his arms and refusing to look your way. Which was good anyway, because you were an instant mess.

“Ok”, you managed to say, wondering how the hell you were able to get the words out. And then you left. Feeling the tears welling up in your eyes. And your heart slowly breaking.

Bruce found you two later, both clearly feeling down...

Dick stayed quiet the entire time they were on patrol, and Bruce instantly knew something was wrong. He wasn’t there during your fight, and he only arrived when you were already gone, surprised that you went to bed so early in the night, and didn’t stay with your son downstairs until it was time for patrol...

The man didn’t push the boy, waiting for him to open up if he wanted to. And as usual, Dick did finally speak up. In a weak voice, as they were surveying the city from a rooftop, he said :

“I told her she wasn’t my real mom...”

“Ah.”

Bruce felt the urge to go back home and console you, knowing that you were certainly a mess, right now. But he had to take care of his boy, too.

And oh, oh Dick looked so crestfallen and sad as the meaning of his words slowly etched into his mind.

“I told her she wasn’t-she wasn’t-but she is I just-I-I don’t know why I said that-I...”

The little one was on the verge of tears, and Bruce understood why.

He probably understood more than anyone else.

He told Alfred “You’re not my dad !” more than once, and remembered how even the stoic butler looked, whenever he said it.

He remembered the hurt in his eyes, the resignation too. The “very well sir”, said in a neutral manner, but the stiff way he’d left the room.

It took Bruce a while, to finally realize that Alfred WAS his father. That he raised him, most definitely. And was always there for him during the hard times.

That he even helped and supported him, when he came back after disappearing for years, saying : “I’m going to dress up as a bat and wipe crimes from Gotham”. ...How many parents would be that understanding, eh ?

Alfred knew Bruce. And always tried to do his best for him. So whenever Bruce would yell at him that he “wasn’t his father”, it hurt.

Bruce knew it. He noticed how Alfred’s entire demeanor would change. He’d see a light go out in his eyes.

“Very well, sir.”, a small bow, and the stiffness of his body as he left...

And Bruce remembered.

The guilt and the pain he felt himself, as he regretted ever saying those words. As he knew they were going to hurt, which is why he said them in the first place.

It wasn’t that he wanted to hurt his adopted father, oh no. It was that sometimes he just...He just felt so angry ! Like everything was unfair ! And he missed his parents so much !

It was a force stronger than him, he wanted Alfred to leave him alone, and pushed him away...”You’re not my dad !”. So yes. Bruce understood little Dickie. He understood you, too. He knew how you must’ve felt, he saw it enough happening to Alfred.

Once you’d get home, he would take care of you. But right now, he had to care for his son.

Right here, on one of Gotham’s rooftop, the scary and mighty Batman slowly kneeled down, and took his boy in his arms, holding him tightly.

Dick didn’t need more to throw his arms around his father’s shoulders, and hold him strongly too, with all his nine years old strength, sobbing slowly.

Bruce drew soothing circles on his back, and whispered :

“It’s ok, it’s going to be ok. It’s ok. Calm down, things are going to be ok.”

Your husband lost count of the time passing. Were they there, holding each others while Dick was sobbing uncontrollably, for ten minutes, or for ten hours ? He didn’t know. And he didn’t budge.

His son needed him. Just like once, he needed Alfred...

Dick fell asleep in his arms, and that night, Bruce came home early.

Not like he was going to stay out anyway, knowing you were probably devastated, all alone in your room...

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

Dick fell into a deep sleep, and didn’t budge one bit even as Bruce came down the building, rode home, and put him into bed.

Bruce’s guess was that all the pent up feelings truly exhausted him. Also, he knew that crying could be tiring. And freeing, in a way.

Putting the boy’s blanket all the way up to his chin, Bruce laid a kiss on his forehead and then rushed to your shared bedroom...

You had cried too, but you were not asleep.

Your eyes were puffy and red, and your cheeks marked with your tears. You seemed surprised, when he came in, and looked at the clock.

It was only midnight ?

“Hello, my love.”

He sat down next to you, and from the way he ran his fingers through your hair, and caressed your cheek, wiping the salty tears from it...You knew he knew.

He knew how devastated you felt. How those simple words that would mean nothing for many, truly wounded you.

He knew how much you loved that boy, how as soon as your eyes laid on his little face that terrible night he lost his parents, you felt like he was going to be your son one day.

He knew how much you’d sacrifice for that kid’s happiness, how far you’d go to keep him safe...And so, how hurtful him telling you you weren’t his real mother must’ve felt.

There was no need for words.

He knew what to do. He laid next to you, and you just cuddled up to him, letting him wrap you up in his warm embrace.

He drew those same soothing circles on your back than he did on Dick’s. And whispered :

“He didn’t mean it. He truly didn’t. He loves you, you know. I love you too.”

You fell asleep to his words of love and reassurance, finally letting go after hours of not being able to sleep, reenacting the terrible scene in your head over and over again, making yourself feel worst each times.

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

You woke up around 4 am, with Bruce’s arms wrapped around you.

He was asleep and escaping his grasp (without Alfred’s help) took you a little bit..but you managed to leave without waking him up.

He did groan a little at the loss of your warmth, and grabbed your pillow to hold it against his chest. Which was extremely cute, and oh how glad you were to be the only one to see this side of him.

You went down to the kitchen and...

Dick was coming from the other door, opposite to the one you took.

The kitchen had three access. Two doors facing each others, and one on the third wall. The door you took was because you got a little lost and did a detour through the drawing room. Dick, however, came from the door you should’ve come from too, which was the one you accessed from the West Wing third corridors, which was directly under your bedroom, and Dick’s.

The boy probably stood up a little after you, and while you got lost in your own home (again), he took the normal way and...

Boom. Here you both were, arriving in the kitchen at the same time.

There was a small silence. Awkward. And...

Your heart tightened.

Dick was sort of cowering backward in fear. Fear of what ?

Oh. But of course.

“He didn’t mean it.”

Bruce whispered to you many times, before you fell asleep. And the way Dick looked at you, worry in his eyes...He was thinking you were mad at him. And the regret in his pupils was as obvious as that fact.

“Ice cream ?”

You ask him. His eyes widen a bit, and you can almost see the gears in his brain trying to piece everything together. You’re...not mad at him ?

Of course you’re not. You felt sad, and lost, and hurt, yes. But never did you feel any hint of anger. Of course not.

You take out his favorite flavor from the freezer, and settle a bowl in front of one of the high stool around the counter.

At that time, Dick was so tiny. A very short little bean. And he’d stay small for a long time, only having a sudden spurt when he was around fifteen.

He climbed onto the stool, and watched you as you gave him some ice cream and a spoon, and then sat down next to him to eat some as well.

The silent was slowly turning less awkward.

Slowly, and unsurely, Dick picked his spoon up and looked at you. And completely missed his mouth, the ice cream spreading on his cheek instead.

You turn around to look at him, ice cream on his cheek, and he’s clearly embarrassed, as a tint of color slowly rises on his face.

You don’t really know why, but something snaps in you and you start laughing. And laughing. And laughing.

Because honestly, the kid missing his mouth as he picked his spoon up full of ice cream, is kinda funny right ? And also, all the tension and stress you felt suddenly broke with this simple, silly thing.

Unsure at first, Dick just looked at you. But your laughter quickly spread to him, and soon enough, you both were bursting out in laughter.

Anyone not knowing what happened, would probably think you were both crazy, laughing that hard for no apparent reasons.

Instinctually, you ruffle his hair and Dick gasps. You really weren’t mad at him ?!

You realized what you did, and slowly, both your laughter subsided. There was a small silence as Dick stared at you, and you stared back, and then :

“I’m-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean it !”

He says in a small voice, and he can’t add anything else as you just pick him up and hold him tight against your heart, and you say :

“I know.”

And it’s all he needs to realize you’re not really mad at him, and although he messed up and hurt you, right now, you were both on the path of recovery...

Next morning, Bruce woke up alone in bed, which greatly distressed him as usual (he often woke up first). But a gut feeling was telling him that...

He found you asleep with Dick in his bed, holding him tightly.

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

After that event, you sat down with him, so you could have a serious talk about the underlining issue this raised. Talk about something important.

“Little bird, you know I love you, right ?”

He nods, but still cannot speak quite yet, doesn’t have the energy to.

“I want you to understand something. Something vital. Are you listening ?”

He nods again, his eyes fixed on you. And he’s listening, oh he definitely is.

“It’s ok to be angry. It’s ok to lash out. It’s ok to not be alright. It’s ok to make mistakes.”

He nods, a little slower than before, and you can see his eyes slowly becoming wetter and wetter.

“It’s ok. It really is. I’m here. And I love you. Even when you don’t want me around. Even when you push me away. I’m here. And I always will be. Ok ?”

He nods one last time, unable to hold his tears, and then his little arms latch around you, and he refuses to let go for well over an hour...

Oh. Sweet, sweet boy.

Your son.

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

Even now, at age twenty seven, Dick still often think about this day. And the regrets are as burning as they were back then.

He often thought about it.

Whenever you did something for him, went out of your way to make him happy, or were just there for him, always...

He’d have a flashback of this day, and feel nothing but regret and anger at his younger self.

And then you’d read him like an open book. Know exactly what he was thinking, and would slowly shake your head, and say : “I know I often said that, but I will say it till the day I die if I need to : when you came into my life, you changed everything. And I love all of you little bird. Not just when you’re joking around and smiling. But also when you get angry, and lash out. You are my son. I love all of you. Even when you’re a little bit of a jerk.” and you’d wink at him, making him chuckle and feel a surge of affection toward you.

Kind of like the ones you’d feel sometimes. A sudden urge to hug your family, to tell them what they mean to you. Both you and Dick understood since a long time that with the life you all lead, you never knew what could happen, and should never waste a “I love you” if you felt like saying it.

Well, the apple never fall far from the tree ?

Yes. Because you were his mom. And nothing would ever change his mind on that. Ever.

JASON

"Well Jason, you did it you idiot !”

He says to himself in the mirror, and oh he could’ve punch himself if it was possible. He took his desk chair, and threw it across his bedroom, letting out a scream of frustration.

He went to his desk, and threw everything that was on it on the floor. He then went to his book shelves and...

There. Your book. The one you wrote for him.

Jason fell to his knee, holding his head in his hands, crying softly.

Yes. Yes he did it...He ruined this one chance life gave him to have parents.

He hurt one of the person that meant the most to him, one of the person he loved the most...His mom. You.

Because you were his mom, no matter what he told you, in that moment of anger as you scolded him after he did something dangerous during one of his patrol.

He hadn’t been allowed to go out for long, by then. And Bruce had already scolded him before for the very same thing, so when you did it too, he had enough and...it happened before he could think about it.

He was angry, about the lack of trust and about the sermons, and his brain tried to hurt without even thinking about it. Triggered by years of living in the streets, where he had to think quick and act right away, and then suffer the consequences. If he wasn’t fast enough, it could be the end of him...

A gut reaction triggered by years of being all on his own, having to fend for himself. His brain went into overdrive, “hurt” is what it set into motion.

“You’re not my mom !”

And that was it...

As he saw your face fell, and his father’s face turn angry, he knew. He knew he messed up. He messed everything up, as usual !

“Jason !”

Bruce called, but Jason wasn’t about to stop. He ran out of the cave, right to his bedroom. Oh, oh but if only he stayed a little longer. He’d realize that his father wasn’t angry, just hurt as well.

Hurt to see the woman he loved being hurt.

Not angry. Ah but being in pain could sometimes look like you are mad ? And Bruce hadn't been able to hide his frown as he heard Jason’s words...

“Let him be, Bruce.”

You say in a weak voice. You knew Jason, you knew sometimes he needed to cool down on his own. That he could be impulsive, but always came around.

Ah. But that time, he needed everything but to be alone.

Because, as he thought he ruined his one chance at having a real family, he thought...

“Better to leave before they throw me away !”

He knew he could never bear to face you and Bruce, as you’d certainly tell him you were “un-adopting” him. Jason saw it happened before. Someone thinking their adopted kid was “too much”, and sending them back.

It was awful, of course. But it happened. For real. And Jason knew that life could really suck...But her couldn’t bear to face you as you’d send him away.

Worst, what if you just send Alfred and that was it ?

No. Jason would leave before you could do that. He couldn’t bear it. He couldn’t.

Filling his backpack with some clothes, and snacks, he opened his window and slid down the gutter all the way to the ground, and then ran away into the night. Tears trailing down behind him, as he left behind the one place in which he ever felt safe, warm, and loved.

In the meantime, you and Bruce were unaware of that, and slowly falling asleep in each others’ arms... As usual, Bruce was there for you.

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

“Jason ? I thought I wouldn’t see you anymore after you got adopted by dem fancy fellas. Are you here to get some work ?”

“No.”

“Really, why did you come then ?”

“I didn’t, I’m just passing by.”

“Nah, don’t believe it. Once a bad boy, always a bad boy !”

“TAKE IT BACK !”

As he ran away, Jason went back to a place he thought he never would need to. A few intricate alleys, in the Bowery, under the main city.

The Bowery, a filthy underground neighborhood, hell on Earth for many. Although things did improve when Batman started his work a few years back.

“Wow there tiger, relax.”

Jason came in this specific area for only one thing. Retrieve a few items he left behind, thinking he would never need it again because he was leaving behind this life.

He had a hideout, not far. In which he hid some materials to survive in the streets. He thought he probably had to go back to stealing cars’ tires...Although maybe he should change it. Thinking of what happened last time he did this hurt his heart.

He knew that next time he’d get caught stealing tires, the person wouldn’t end up adopting him...Anyway, he didn’t want any other parents but you and Bruce.

And he messed that up so bad, by being so mean to you !

“Listen, it’s not because you got all fancy schmancy that you can talk to me like that. Remember who’s boss in this part of town.”

Batman did a lot of good to the city, but also, by getting rid of some big players in the “crime business”, he allowed small time thugs to climb up the ladders...It felt, at times, like there always was someone to replace whoever Bruce just put behind bars...

The man who was talking to Jason, used to be a small time criminal. Turned boss, when the Batman kept arresting all the people above him. Jason used to “work” for him, bringing him watches or jewelry that he’d exchange against cash.

Damn. He never thought he’d ever see him again... Oh and he definitely didn’t think this through.

As the new boss, who’s name was Johnny Clancy, told him that he’d forever be a “bad boy”, Jason saw red and...getting mad at a crime boss was a bad idea.

Before he could even think about an escape plan, Jason was surrounded by dangerous armed men.

“How dare you talk to me like that ? Mmm. The Waynes adopted you right ? Mmm. They’re loaded. Probably would pay a fortune to get you back uh ? And to think they’re gonna give me a lot of cash to get a little runaway brat back haha. Because that’s what you did right ? You ran away ? As you always did before mm ? You know, I observed you Jason Todd. I saw you run away from anyone getting close. I saw you.”

Jason’s heart didn’t need anyone to push and squiggle the knife he felt in around some more. He had just lost his family. Did he need more reminder that he always fucked up ?!

“They won’t give you any money, they don’t want me anymore...”

But Johnny didn’t believe him, of course. He told two of his thugs to grab the boy, but Jason, by instinct, dropped them to the floor with a few well placed kicks and punches.

And that was enough to unleash Johnny Clancy’s wrath.

See, he was a new boss. He had to assert dominance. And an eight years old kid making a fool of him and his gang ? That wouldn’t go.

So what if he had to off a child ? Anything to keep climbing up, and leave the Bowery’s slums.

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

“Have you seen Jason ?”

Bruce asks you, a few hours after your fight with him.

“What ? No, I thought he was with you ?”

“No, he skipped his training and I thought he might be with you, apologizing for what he said yesterday ? You know, sounds like something he would do.”

“I haven’t seen him since, you know. I thought he was avoiding me...”

“He would never.”

“Bruce...”

“He would never, my love. I know what he said hurt you, but I’m sure he’s regretting it right now. You should go see him, he’s probably sulking in his bedroom. I wouldn’t be surprised if you meet him up the stairs as he comes down to say sorry.”

“Bruce...”

Your husband comes to you, and takes your hands in his.

“You know him. He’s impulsive, and a little abrasive sometimes. But he’s a sweet child. And he regrets his bursts, you know it. Tonight was just tough, we both scolded him, he’s not used to it.”

“You’re right.”

“Of course I am, I’m-”

“I swear to God if you say “I’m Batman” I’m going to smack you.”

Bruce smiles softly at you, glad he managed to at least made the tension go away a little. He pecks your lips quickly, and watches you as you leave to go to your son’s bedroom.

He was about to go down the Batcave, when you came back, panicked :

“He’s gone ! Jason’s gone !”

Ah. Bruce knew that placing a tracker in his children’s molars was a good idea.

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

“HOW HARD IS IT TO CATCH A FUCKING KID ?!”

Jason runs as fast as he can, without looking back. He managed to break the line of thugs coming at him, and escape in-between to of them who didn’t pull their guns out quite yet.

They were shooting at him. With no hesitation.

Johnny was set on proving he was an unscrupulous boss. To earn everyone’s respect. So what if he had to shoot a kid ? It’d send everyone a message. He’d back off from nothing !

Jason turned in an alley and...Damn it ! He must’ve taken a wrong turn at some point, it had been a while, since he roamed the Bowery’s alleyways...

He was faced by a wall, stuck. And they quickly caught up to him.

“Wooouh, you’re fast kid. And you’re sneaky. Too bad you’re such a brat, I bet you could be a nice addition to our-”

Johnny Clancy never finished his sentence. In fact, he never could properly speak after that night. After getting his jaw broken into a thousand pieces by the Batman’s fist.

Bruce had come down from nowhere, with...you in his arms ?!

This was the first time Jason saw you wear the costume he saw a few times in the Batcave. He thought you wore it only to go to the JLA’s watchtower, to hide your identity. Not that you could actually...fight ?!

And wow, you definitely could hold your own ! You made a few disarming pass, taking the guns away from all the men before they could even react, and letting Bruce finish them off with well placed kicks and punches.

Oh and that night, the Batman unleashed his rage and unforgiveness full force. How dare they touch his son ?!

You didn’t have anything to envy from your husband either, however, as you worked through Johnny’s gang rather fast too.

That night, the both of you exterminated (figure of speech, of course, neither of you ever killed, that was the one big rule...but there were never a rule against breaking a few bones) Johnny Clancy’s gang, who dared to even think of hurting your precious son.

Jason, holding his backpack tight against him, couldn’t believe his eyes. You two came to save him ? But...why ?

He messed up. You’d surely not want him around anymore !

Once Bruce dropped the last man, you rushed to Jason and before he could utter a sound, took him in your arms.

“Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re safe baby, I’m so glad you’re...”

Your voice broke at the end, and you chocked, the emotions too strong and squeezing your throat.

Jason didn’t understand. And through his surprise, he managed to say :

“I thought-I thought you’d never want to see me again, and that you wouldn’t want to be my mom anymore.”

You hold him even tighter, as you feel Bruce get down on his knee and bring the both of you in his arms.

“Oh sweety, never. Never.”

You say, not letting go.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...”

Your son manage to choke out, before sobbing profusely and holding on to you and Bruce.

“I’m just glad you’re safe...it’s ok, it’s ok it’s already forgotten...”

And it was. As soon as you saw that Jason-That your SON, was missing, you forgot he ever told you “you’re not my mom”. You forgot and it truly didn’t matter anymore, as all you cared about was to find him, and make sure he was safe.

“Jason, oh my little Jason, I’m so glad you’re safe...”

Wether it is a conscious things or not, he returns your embrace fiercely, holding tightly as he looks up at you. It almost feels like he wants to make sure you really are there. And won’t go anywhere. Like everyone else did in his life.

Jason was tired of losing those close to him. Those he cared about. Sometimes, he’d push them away, by fear of getting attached again just for life to rip them away from him. So he held onto you, as you held him back.

Tightly against your heart.

“Mom...”

This was the day Jason Todd realized something very important : He wasn’t alone anymore. He had parents who loved him, and he loved them back.

So much.

And they’d never let him go. Never.

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

Years later, this love he had for you and Bruce, turned out to be the very reason he became “Red Hood”.

From that day he told you : “you’re not my real mom !”, he felt like he belonged. Like finally, the people he loved loved him back. Like he was cherished. And then Bruce didn’t avenge him. He let Joker get away. And you let him do it. You, the people he trusted and loved most in the world, betrayed him...

He felt like he wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth Bruce breaking his one rule to avenge him. He wasn’t worth it...He didn’t matter enough.

Jason felt so angry. For years. He wanted to hurt you, to hurt Bruce. To show you what it felt like. What HE felt like.

But Jason has always been a strong one. You knew it. You told him enough times : “you’re a fighter, my Jason. You went through so much, and always came out of it. You lost a lot on the way my little one, but you never give up. You never give up...”

You never give up.

Love.

It’s what drove him to become the Red Hood. It’s what drove him over the edge. What gave him so much pain.

Rather, the feeling of not being loved. The thought all you and Bruce said to him, about how much you cared and loved him, was a lie.

Yes. The thought that you lied about loving him, is what broke him. What made him find every way possible to truly, truly hurt you two.

You never give up.

He was so angry. But he never could quite give up on his family...that’s why he didn’t stay with the Al’ghuls. That why they didn’t keep him.

He could never forget you and Bruce. Move on.

He could never.

Jason was a strong lad. Strong enough to see past his hate and need of revenge. His pain. His deep trauma.

It took a while. But the change came from him. He’s the one that gave you another chance. And it allowed him to realize...nothing was a lie.

And you got your son back.

Because you showed him. You showed him nothing was a lie.

When his dad never gave up on him even as he killed more and more people, and even as Jason saw him completely erase people who used to be close from him as soon as they killed once. When you refused to let him go. When Bruce kept going back, even as he knew Jason would fight him and try to hurt him. When you pleaded with him, even when you knew his answer would be the same...

Jason never gave up.

But you didn’t either.

“You’re not my mom”, are words he never meant. Not even once. Not even when he was the “old” Red Hood, the one that killed mercilessly any criminals, and that was trying to be exactly what Batman wasn’t.

“You’re not my mom”, even at his worst, at a time he suffered greatly, Jason never meant it. He never did.

And ultimately, it’s this filial love, and the love you and Bruce had for him, that brought him back out of the dark pit the Joker pushed him in...

TIM

Tim knew that his overly pragmatic mind sometimes could make him sound tactless. That he had trouble, sometimes, expressing himself properly.

He knew that what he said, although it could be the factual truth, could be perceived as not being very nice...

He knew, yet sometimes, he couldn’t help himself.

“But you’re not my mom.”

He told you that day, as you asked when was the “mother/child day” at school.

Tim’s school had a day each year, during which every mother would come and do different activities with their kids. You did it with Dick and Jason, and it was always great fun, and amazing bonding time.

By then, Tim had been with you and Bruce for over a year now. And he did, see you as his mom. However, he was a little too set, at the time, on rules and specifics. In the “mother/child day” rulebook, it “specifically” said that the actual child’s mother had to come, not the nanny or anyone else.

In Tim’s mind, although he did see you as his mom, he thought the school wouldn’t. For him, the way the rules were written, were clearly stating his birth mother had to come. And the official adoption papers were not processed yet. Those took quite a while.

He had been living with you for over a year. He called you and Bruce “mom and dad”. He truly considered you two his parents. But the official papers were not done quite yet. So to him, in the eye of the law (be it a silly school rule), you weren’t his mom quite yet.

So when he said : “but you’re not my mom”, that’s what he meant. Of course, you misunderstood...

How could you guess that Tim was thinking that only his “birth mother” could take him, because officially right now he didn’t have a mom, just “guardians”...

His mother was dead. Has been dead for a while, now. And even if she wasn’t, Tim knew she’d never come at this event...She wasn’t the caring type of mother. Not like you. Which is why it really bummed him out that those rules were so clearly stated like that !

What Tim misunderstood, is that this specific rule had been added to the rulebook because many family would send their nanny, or a big sister, instead of the mom. Because Tim was of course in Gotham’s Academy, full of rich families, in which the moms were very busy...

Which is why such a day existed. Some kids spend quality times with their mom only on this school day. Nowadays, everyone made an effort to come (the fact you appeared, the famed (Y/N) Wayne, a few years back, with Dick, and it made all the papers’ headlines, might’ve influenced others to participate too).

To tell the truth, Tim was very disappointed that you couldn’t go with him, and was considering asking the principle of the school to do an exception to the rule and allow you to go with him.

He was already fomenting a plan in his head to convince the headmaster to let you come as his mom, and as usual when he was planning things out, he completely disconnected from reality.

And therefor, didn’t see how your face “closed”, and your eyes turned sad. The boy was typing away on his computer, as if nothing had just happened, as if you didn’t feel your world crumble as he flat out told you you weren’t his mom...

Of course, it was all a misunderstanding. He meant it as “officially”. Not about his actual feelings.

For some reason, the way he said it so nonchalantly hurts you more than when Dick and Jason yelled at you that you “weren't their mom”. Because at least, in your eldests’ cases, you knew it was in the heat of the moment.

That it was because they felt frustrated and sad.

But Tim just told you : “But you’re not my mom.” matter of factly, and moved on. And it hurt.

It hurt so much, because that boy...You loved that boy, of course. And considered him your son for sure. Part of your heart, now. Part of your family. And he felt so far, right now...so far...

You left the room and he didn’t even notice.

Did he really not see you as his mom ? Was he just calling you “mom” to imitate his brothers ? ...You didn’t know, but it hurt.

It hurt so much.

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

You found Bruce in his office, doing some paperworks for Wayne Inc. When he saw your face, he immediately smiled, your presence lighting his whole world...But then he saw your expression, and he frowned.

“What happened ?”

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

“Mom ? MooOOooom ?”

Tim had been looking for you for the past hour, but wasn’t able to find you. You weren't in all your favorite places ! Did you leave the Manor without telling him ? It was unlike you.

Finally, he found you. You were in a room that was rarely used, but which was conveniently close to Bruce’s office, and had a couch.

Laying on top of your husband, you were fast asleep as Bruce was going through his paperworks, letting you holding onto his waist as he kept working.

When he saw the boy come in the room, he smiled at him. And it was hard, not to smile at Tim, seeing his own big wide smile.

Tim was missing a few teeth, that fell not long ago, and it was absolutely the cutest, when he smiled widely. He looked so happy, eyes sparkly and genuine smile. It felt wrong to Bruce, to think that this sweet boy didn’t see you as his mom...

Maybe it was all a misunderstanding ? Wouldn’t be the first time. Although, Bruce knew how sometimes Tim could be brutally honest, and say the facts in a matter of factly way that could be very harsh on the uninitiated.

Your son was holding a cardboard sheet almost as big as him, and looked very excited about something. He slowly approached you two, and said, whispering, yet the excitement was clear in his voice :

“Has she been asleep for long, dad ?!”

He called Bruce dad. Without an hesitation. And it felt so genuine. Like he was relishing in the word rolling off of his tongue. And it was often the case, with Tim. His parents, when they were still alive, never really noticed his presence...

And sometimes, it could be even worst to have parents who acted as if you didn’t exist, than caring parents who passed away. Bruce realized this.

“No, she just closed her eyes.”

Bruce answers, looking at you. And oh he couldn’t possibly know how soft his expressions as as he gazed at your sleeping face.

“Oh...”

Tim was clearly disappointed. His shoulders fell down, and he looked on the floor, looking defeated.

“What is it, champ ?”

“Well, I wanted her to-Oh ! Mom !”

The rumbling of your husband’s chest as he spoke is what woke you up. Not the actual sound of their voices, just that low vibrations reverberating in his chest.

You opened one eye, then the second, and was greeted by your youngest son’s face being very close to you. As Tim saw you were waking up, he kneeled down next to the couch, settling his piece of cardboard next to him, and approached you very closely.

His smile and sweet expression filled your vision. And you felt even more hurt, as you saw him so happy to see you, to know he didn’t really think you were his mom.

It was clear he cared for you. And loved you, and being with you. But to him...You weren’t his mom. And that was so painful.

“I got a plan mom, I got a plan !”

A...Plan ? For what ? You don’t even have time to ask him, and, still a little hazy as you just woke up from a short nap (that you took after crying exhausted you), you raise a little from your husband.

You exchange a curious look with him, as you see Tim spring to his feet and get a hold of the piece of cardboard that is almost as tall and large as him.

He turns it around and...

Your heart drops.

It’s a lot of very detailed drawings, maps and words about...about...

“This is how we’re going to convince the headmaster of my school that you’re really my mom, even if officially you’re not yet !! I thought we could start with logic first, and then go down the path of pathos if he really doesn’t change his mind !”

What ? Your brain is trying really hard to comprehend what’s happening, although it is starting to put two and two together.

“The rules say that the mom HAS to be the one who comes, and the way they wrote it suggest that they wouldn’t accept someone who isn’t yet official. But I think we could convince that, in our heart, we’re already an official family, right ?!”

Tim looks at you, and then at his dad, a little worry in his eyes (what if for them, he wasn’t their son yet because the paperworks weren’t finished and officials quite yet ?!?!). Bruce cannot help but smile, and nods, feeling his heart melt (a rare occurrence).

And you. You have exactly the reaction he expected you’d have. You sit up, put the cardboard aside, and drag your son into a tight hug that makes him giggle and exclaim :

“Hahaha mom wait I can’t breaaaathe !! Mom !!”

But he hugs you back, knowing that this means yes, you do consider him your son already, paperworks or not, and you will probably follow his plan to convince the school to-

“Mom ? Why are you crying ? Mom ?”

You can’t explain it to him. You feel silly, but also so emotional and touched. You thought he didn’t think of you as his mom. But he did. Oh he did, and was actually worried about technicalities of rules and...So sweet. That boy is so sweet.

Carefully, Tim dries your tears, and look curiously at his dad, his eyes clearly asking : “Did I do something wrong ?”

You’re still unable to speak, as you hold onto him, and Bruce ruffles his son’s hair saying :

“She’s just too happy, champ. She’s just too happy.”

CASSANDRA

"You, not my mom !”

She screamed. You never heard Cass raised her voice before. And yet, here, she screamed at you. And then closed her bedroom door right on your nose.

And you felt it in your heart. That specific pain that you wished you’d never feel again. That kind of hurt you wished you’d never feel ever again.

It happened just liked it did with Dick and Jason. You were “lecturing” her about putting herself in needless danger, and she felt frustrated at the fact you “didn’t trust her”.

It wasn’t true of course. You did trust her. And you knew she could hold her own. Didn’t mean you wouldn’t worry, and scold her if she really scared you...

It was pure instinct. You couldn’t stop yourself from telling them off when you felt they went too far. You did it with Bruce too.

Once, he threw himself in the way of a bullet to save you, and once he recovered enough...Oh you were so mad at him.

It’s not that you wanted to take that bullet, of course. You knew it was also instinct that made him move to save you. But in truth, you would rather take a thousand bullet than lose any of them. Bruce, or your children.

And sometimes, it was hard for them to understand this. To get why you were so worried, when you accepted fully their night activities.

Why you monitored the batcomputer, if it was to scold them when they put themselves in danger ?

Ah but they didn’t understand that you only got “mad” when they put themselves in NEEDLESS danger. Pushing themselves too far that one night, being careless with something, ignoring their own safety to finish a task...

You couldn’t help but be afraid. And your fear turned into you scolding them. And sometimes, on each sides, things boiled and...

“You, not my mom !”

The meaning was clear. As Cass slammed her door right in your face, you knew not to push it further, not to tell her anything more.

Maybe you should’ve ? Should’ve open her door, and continue lecturing her so she’d understand her life was valuable ?

Cass put herself in danger more than any other member of your family, because she was raised as a weapon and thought of herself as an “expendable”. You weren’t mad at her for this, of course not (but oh, David Cain probably should never cross your path, it wasn’t pretty, when you were truly angry).

You were just worried. And unfortunately, being a parent was complicated and sometimes, your worry turned a little overbearing for your kids.

This was a mistake every normal caring parents made. Wanting what was best for their children, sometimes not realizing they’re going too far. And you ? Your family wasn’t normal.

Your children were vigilantes. Your worries were tuned up to the max.

Being a parent was hard. And sometimes, both you and your kids were frustrated. It happened. In any family.

It was resolved rather fast, most of the time. A little conversation, understanding and indulgence, and boom. Sorted.

However, there were times when things would go a little too far. Wether because one of you was tired, or didn’t feel well etc etc...

Tonight, was such a time.

“You, not my mom !”

Cass didn’t even register what she said. She was just mad and frustrated, and said the first thing that came into her mind. Her hand slammed the door shut before she could even think about it.

And here you were. In the corridor. In front of your daughter’s door.

Hurt. And feeling as devastated as you did when her brothers told you the same thing. You would think, after a few times of this happening, it’d be easier, right ? Well. No. It wasn’t. It really wasn’t.

As usual in those instances, you went to seek comfort in the arms of your husband.

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

Cassandra didn’t feel ok.

In fact, she felt absolutely terrible.

She couldn’t even remember the last time she felt that bad.

When she went to look for you and apologize for her behavior, she found you in her dad’s arms, crying, and it made her run away...

She couldn’t face you, knowing she truly hurt you like that.

The worst thing is, she knew she would hurt you by saying those words. Yet she still did it. It was as if she couldn’t control herself. It was like an ugly force took over her, and made her say those words.

But she knew. She knew she’s the one who ultimately decided to say them. She’s the one that pronounced them. Under the anger.

Anger.

The ugly force.

She turned around in her bed, holding onto the plush toy you gave her shortly after her arrival. You said “every child should have one” and that this one made you think of her.

It was a fox with bright colors. And it still smelled like you.

She was about to fall asleep, when she heard a knock on her door.

“Can we come in ?”

It was her older brothers.

Dick, Jason and Tim.

It was rare, to have them all in the same place nowadays, what with how busy they all were. Dick with Bludhäven, Jason with the gods only knew what really (the gods, and you and Bruce...but sshhh, that’s a secret), and Tim with college applications.

So Cass immediately understood that they heard about the fight she had with their mom.

And she felt a rush of shame come over her. She felt sad too, because maybe they’d be mad at her ?

Cassandra didn’t think she could bear to break your heart, and have her precious brothers mad at her all in the same day.

She almost told them to leave. But she didn’t have the strength.

They surrounded her, and their presence was so...soothing.

And then they spoke. They each told her the story of the time they told their mom those few dreaded words.

“You’re not my real mom !”

They told her how awful they felt, and how they knew they hurt their mom. They told her that...well, they did have the best mom ever.

You never held any grudge. Ever. Especially not against your own family.

You never even mentioned again the fact they told you this awful thing, you never even mentioned once this, under any circumstances.

Her brothers stayed with her for hours, talking about their feelings on the matter. Telling her it happened. That everyone wasn’t always on their best behavior...

It was hard, for Cass, to not be “good”. She did so many awful things when her biological father raised her to be a weapon, she felt like she had to catch up so much on those years of “badness”.

She often felt like she was evil, and could never caught up to everything. Like she was doomed, and could never become good.

On that, Jason told her she was wrong. That everyone could change, and no one was born truly evil. Environment, and the way you’re raised, matter. And what she did...wasn’t her fault. She was forced to. If she really enjoyed doing this she’d never become a Batgirl. She would never be part of this family.

She often felt like she was a bad daughter.

On that, Dick told her she was wrong. He too, felt like a bad son, when he “replaced” his parents with you and Bruce. He too, felt like a bad son when he would get so mad while you would do anything to make him happy. He too, felt like a bad son...on so many occasions. But he grew. And thanks to you mainly, he realized he was just human. Mistakes are human. And it’s not being a bad son, to sometimes feel so hurt that you lash out. That your trauma are so strong, things sometimes are tough.

She often felt like she couldn’t fit in, and would never fit in.

On that, Tim told her she was wrong. Him too, felt too different. He already had parents, they were alive, he just wanted to help, he didn’t have any friends...But in this family. In this family, everyone fitted in. Because you made it so. Bruce made it saw. You both accepted any flaws, and differences your kids might have. You loved them unconditionally, they all knew that by now.

And Cass...Cass didn’t want to hurt you.

They knew that, too.

It was an accident. In the heat of the moment. She didn’t mean it. Of course, you are her mom. Of course...

It felt good, to have her brothers there for her, when you couldn’t be.

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

Later that night, after her brothers left, Cass slowly exits her room and take the known way to yours and Bruce’s.

You are both there, and she knows her dad stayed because you felt bad. He always stayed with you, when you were feeling down. And vice versa.

Cass always told herself that, later, if she ever found a significant other, she’d want her and them to have the same kind of relationships than you. You and Bruce set up a rather high standard for whoever would come into her life.

But that was another story. For now, she was opening the door slowly, scared of waking you up. But you were awake.

Bruce was asleep, deeply. As usual when he felt your warmth against him. But you were not. Cass could see you slowly and absentmindedly caress your husband’s hair. It was soothing to both of you. His silky smooth dark hair were soft in between your fingers, and helped you get your mind off of the pain and focus on the sensation, while for him...Well, it put him asleep, when you did that.

The door creaked a little, and you abruptly turned your head towards it, ready to fight and...You instantly recognize your daughter, even in the dark of the room.

She doesn’t need to talk. You manage to roll over Bruce, who then by instinct roll too, and therefor you create a little spot for your daughter to climb in bed with you.

You turn around in Bruce’s arms, and slowly wrap them around your middle, instead of your shoulders. You turn towards Cass, your back against Bruce’s chest, and tap the small spot you managed to create next to you.

Cass understands, and climbs in, facing you. She lays her head on her arms, as you do the same. And then she mouthes :

“Sorry mom...”

And that’s all you needed. You gesture for your daughter to cuddle up close, and she does. By instinct, Bruce lets go one arm off of you, and grabs his kid to bring her closer. He is still asleep, but it wouldn’t surprise anyone that his subconscious holds onto the two most important women in his life like so.

And there she is. Cass feels safe. And warm. And she hears your heart beat softly. And she knows it partly beats for her.

And partly for Bruce. And partly for Dick. And partly for Jason. And Tim. And Damian. And Duke. And Alfred.

It beats for your family.

For her family.

Family.

She has a family.

And you are her mom.

Her biological father never hugged her, never told her everything was going to be alright, never...

Cass never felt safe and warm.

Like she did, right now, held by both you and Bruce.

“Family...”

She whispers, as she slowly falls asleep. And you’re the only mom she ever wants to have. You are, her real mom. Always have been, always will be.

DAMIAN

Damian didn’t really think this was a big deal, at first.

Just like his father, he often made the mistake to think that people around him will simply understand his true meaning.

When he told you : “You’re not even my real mom !”, he obviously didn’t mean it. He was angry because you told him he couldn’t go out on patrol for a few days, as he was grounded for skipping school and going to work on cases instead.

“But school is boring, I already know everything ??”

“It’s the principle of it, Damian. You can’t just do what you want whenever you want, this is not how it works. I don’t feel like we’re extremely strict parents, so when you betray our trusts like that, it has consequences.”

Bruce kept out of the argument, ready to jump in however if you needed him to affirm that yes, actions have consequences and although you two are pretty lax with your son on many fronts, he still has to listen. You and Bruce made clear rules when you first adopted Dick, because you realized your lifestyle was anything but normal, but it didn’t mean your children could just do anything they wanted.

Neither of you wanted them to turn into privileged little brats. Or to think they were above everything. And you were right, by skipping school so much, and lying about it, Damian did betray your trust.

Understanding actions had consequences was a big step that took a while, with Damian. Unfortunately, he grew up in an environment that indeed taught him he could do whatever he wanted, no matter if he hurt people on the way...

Unlearning all this, was tough. And you understood that. Which is why you let things go a lot, with him, and only slowly told him about things. Gradually teaching him about your values and principles.

However sometimes, like in this case, you needed to be firm and strict, because otherwise he’d just keep doing it knowing it had no bad consequences, and you didn’t want him to simply not go to school anymore...School was important for his social development, you realized it as he made friends and...

And simply, an eleven years old kid couldn’t just roam around all day as he saw fit. That’s it. And so here you were, trying to explain this to him. And that’s when he said it.

He scrunched up his nose like he always did when he was angry, and then, turning his head away from you, throwing his Robin boots at the back of the cave.

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not even my real mom !”

And then he bolted out of the Batcave, leaving you behind, with a broken heart and feeling guilty...What if he hates you, because you were too harsh on him ?

Bruce, that night, did not go out on patrol either, and stayed with you. Of course, he did.

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

The fact he still listened to you and didn’t go out, made him thought you knew he was just angry and didn’t mean a word of it.

To him, it was so obvious he thought of you as his mom, and that he said this just because he wanted to have the last word, that he honestly didn’t think much of it.

Sure he was frustrated and angry, just like any kid was when their parents said : “no” to them. But he didn't mean it...

He didn’t really see you of the entire day. Finally, he decided to go see his father to ask him what was up.

“Father ?”

“Yes ?”

“Is-is mom ok ?”

“Well, what do you think ?”

“She doesn’t seem ok.”

“Do you know why ?”

“Did you do something to upset her ?”

Normally, Bruce would feel vex at this statement. What, did he really do things to upset you that often ? Yes and now. Sometimes, he would get on your nerve, and vice versa. It happened, in relationships.

But it was never anything major. Not anymore at least. Because now, when he had his “dark days” and could be a total jerk, you knew how to handle him. You knew not to take his bullshit.

Yes. Normally, Bruce would pout like a child, at the fact his son thought that his mom was feeling down because of him. But not today. No.

Because he knew that what made you sad, was something important.

Unfortunately, Damian inherited from him his bad habit of thinking others will understand his meaning.

Like, when he tried to push you away at first so you wouldn't get involved in his crazy life, what he really wanted was for you to get closer...Or when he told you that he was fine at times, all he wanted was for you to hold him and take care of him etc etc...The first time he told you “I love you”, wasn’t with words, but by not going on patrol one night, to stay with you. And he thought you’d immediately understand that he truly loved you...Truth was, it wasn’t as obvious to you (or anyone really) than it was for him.

And Damian had the same problem. Doing things that he thought would obviously tell his meaning, his real feelings, when really...No one but him would get it.

Although you became quite good at deciphering your husband’s true intentions, you could still misinterpret things sometimes.

And yesterday night, when you grounded your son and tried to teach him a life lesson...You definitely didn’t see that he didn’t mean what he said and just wanted the last word. For you, he was seriously meaning it. And that’s why you were avoiding him a little, because it was too hard to...to...

Damian’s words truly hurt you. You often were scared he could never see you as his mom (even if he did call you mom now and clearly cared for you) because of how he grew up. You’d never give up on him, of course, but it didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt when he pushed you away or pretended to not care...

Damian thought it was obvious, that his actions actually reflected how much you meant to him. That without you, he’d be lost and honestly wouldn’t want to live in a world where you weren’t.

But it wasn’t obvious.

Bruce sighed, and then smiled :

“Since when is she acting odd ?”

“This morning. She didn’t kiss me goodbye when she went to work !”

It felt like such a serious issue to your boy, in that instant, that Bruce wished you were there to see his reaction. You’d instantly know he didn’t mean it, when he said you weren’t his mom...

But you couldn’t quite face him. You didn’t really avoid him or try to hurt him by not saying goodbye. Of course not, you were an adult, and you definitely knew that doing to others what was done to you is pointless, and mean. And why hurt someone the same way they hurt you ? You’re no better than them uh...

“Can you think of anything that might’ve upset her ?”

“I spilled my milk a little, but cleaned it after. I didn’t let Alfred do it like last time. I woke up a minute late, too. Jason hasn’t called in two days, but he was there yesterday afternoon. Dick said she messed up her pumpkin soup but he was just joking and she knows. Tim fell asleep at the breakfast table. You clinging to her this morning apparently made her late, I heard Alfred say it. Um...Cass um...Cass didn’t do anything bad really...None of those things sound like it would upset her though ! She really looked sad this morning, not like herself at all !”

Bruce couldn’t help but smile. It was pretty cute, how Damian often acted as if he didn’t care about anything, yet no details would ever go past him. Especially not when it came to his family. He always noticed, when one of them felt down in any way, and tried to help (in his own way).

Hell, he probably woke Tim up and told him to sleep more and take care of himself. Called Jason and told him to call his mom. Scolded Dick to not make this kind of jokes again.

This was just the Damian that was privy only to them. A sweet child, who unfortunately often had trouble expressing his true feelings.

Just like his father.

Damian would often brag about his siblings, and how awesome they were, to his friends (notably to Jon, who didn’t have any siblings). But he’d never tell them right in front of their face.

Bruce tried to help Damian see what was wrong, and said :

“What about last night ?”

“Ugh ? What about last n-OH !”

Damian replayed the events in his head, and remembered his anger and frustration. But most importantly...What he told his mom.

“I have to find mom ! Where is she ?!”

Damian looked absolutely panicked, which was quite unlike him. Bruce answered :

“She’s at work, she had a meeting with her editor. She should be back soon, though.”

And on that note, Damian ran out to do god knew what, as Bruce shook his head and...Well, he just knew things would turn out alright.

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

Alfred almost fainted, when he saw Damian tear off his beautiful flowers from his garden. He almost ran out, and had a very “get off my lawn !” moment...up until he realized that the boy was probably doing this for a reason.

Oh. Oh his poor lilies.

Hopefully, this really was for a good reason. A very good one. One so good, that it would stop him from strangling his grandkid, hopefully...

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

When you came home, Damian was waiting for you at the front door. He had a bunch of lilies in his hands (that you were pretty sure were from Alfred’s precious garden) and he looked absolutely frantic.

He ran to you, almost threw the flowers in your arms, and yelled :

“I’M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN IT !! YOU ARE MY REAL MOM ! I WAS JUST ANGRY ! I’M SORRY !!”

You were a little confused as to why he was yelling, but before you could continue he took a drawing out of his pocket and added :

“THIS IS A DRAWING OF YOU ! I MADE IT FOR YOU !! YOU ARE MY MOM ! YOU REALLY ARE ! PLEASE FORGIVE ME !! I’M SORRY !! DO NOT BE MAD AT ME !!”

Still confused as to why he was screaming, you bend down to look at him eye level, settled the flowers on the floor, and said :

“It’s ok Damian. It’s ok. We all get frustrated sometimes...I won’t lie and say it didn’t hurt, but it’s ok. It happens.”

Damian’s face showed great relief, and he leaped into your arms, yelling :

“I LOVE YOU !!”

You winced as he screamed in your ear, and said :

“Why are you yelling, little one ?”

Damian took a step back from you and said :

“BECAUSE I HAVE TROUBLE EXPRESSING MYSELF AND JASON TOLD ME THAT SAYING THINGS IN AN AGGRESSIVE WAY MIGHT HELP !! AND HE’S RIGHT !! I LOVE YOU !!”

Damian told you he loved you before, in certain moments. When he got really hurt, when you were really hurt, if he felt really sad...It was always a moment full of emotions. And it was still rather hard for him to say the words.

It didn’t really surprise you that Jason would have such a technique. Yelling his feelings. Yep. Sounds like him alright. And it did seem like it worked for his little brother too.

Only you and your close family would know, because you were the only ones to truly know him, but those two were more similar than others would think. And it wasn’t because they already killed before. Oh no. On the contrary.

“I love you too, my little one...”

You say, as he goes back for another hug, clearly relieved you’re not mad at him. From this day on, he swore to himself that he would really try to tell others’ what he truly felt, even if it meant yelling it at them. Because other wise...otherwise it’d create this sort of terrible situations, in which his mom thought he didn’t think of her as his mom !

He couldn’t have it, anymore. Many “I LOVE YOU !!” were heard in the Manor, from that point on.

DUKE

“You know you can tell me anything, right ?”

Duke doesn’t know why this time, this made him snap.

Today was the anniversary of when his parents got “jokerize”, it had been two years already...And not one step closer to cure them ! He was so frustrated, sad, and lost. And you noticed.

Duke tend to try to keep things inside. Not that he didn’t want to bother anyone, more like he just thought he HAD to handle things himself. Like it would make him stronger, and therefor, he could protect those he cares about.

He could protect them, unlike when he could do nothing but watch as his parents fell into madness...He couldn’t bear the thought of this happening to you, Bruce, or any member of this family ! Not again.

He couldn’t bear it...

“You’re not even my mom ! Stop acting like you are !”

Are the words he heard himself scream at you as you asked him if everything was ok, and if he needed to talk. As you were caring, once again, and he just couldn’t...he couldn’t stand it ! Not today.

Not today.

He immediately saw on your face the way you shut down, and took one step behind. The way your face “closed”, and as you said : “I understand.” and left the room, your body stiff and your face inexpressive (which was very unlike you), Duke felt it.

The guilt.

Right away.

When those dreaded words were said by all your other kids, they were young. They were all under the age of ten, and the immediate consequences of their actions didn’t truly registered.

But Duke.

Duke was almost eighteen. And he knew. He knew he hurt you.

He felt the need to run after you and apologized, but there was something stopping him.

After all, it was true right, you weren’t his mom ! His mom was still alive, and she could be cured one day ! HE ALREADY HAVE A MOM !

So what if you always cooked him his favorite meal, or knew exactly what his favorite food was ? So what if you would go out of your way to grab his favorite burger from his favorite joints when you knew he felt down ?

So what, if you were always there when he was sad ? Cheering him up with comfort food, kind words, and just your presence ?

So what if you knew exactly what would make him feel better, which movie to put on to put a smile on his face ?

So what, if you spend entire night right by his bedside when he got really hurt, or when he was sick ?

So what if you’d listen to him at any time of the day or night, and always took time to give him your thoughts on the matter, and truly, truly listen to what he was saying instead of waiting for your turn to speak ?

So what if you’d make him laugh, smile, feel loved, even as he felt so alone and isolated, especially after he discovered his powers ?

So what if you never made him feel like he was different because of it ?

So what if you opened your house’s door without a second thought for this unknown teenager who was also a meta ?!

So what...so what...so what if you obviously cared a lot, and if you...if you...

He already had a mom. And she might get better one day.

He couldn’t have two moms.

...

Right ?

What would happen when his parents would be cured ? Forget all his feelings for the Waynes ? So it’d be easier to pretend he wasn’t part of the family, right ?

It would be easier.

Yes.

But it was too late.

It was too late...

He ran after you. Caught up with you in the corridor. Tears in his eyes, he said :

“I’m sorry, please don’t go...”

And fell into your arms. Almost eighteen years old, yes, but still needed the support of a mother. Of his mother.

And you were there. You’d always be there, no matter what happened in the future. And he needed you, especially in that moment of frustration, where he really missed his parents, and was starting to lose hope to ever find a cure...

And you were there.

Who ever made a rule that you could have only one mom anyway, right ?

BRUCE

They did tell him “you’re not my dad !” too. And for him, it was as terrible as for you. If not worst, on certain aspect. Especially since he had a hard times truly expressing his feelings more often than not.

He knows how devastating it can feel. He knows it even more, because not only did he feel it as they told him “you’re not my dad !”, but he also felt it as he told Alfred “you’re not my dad !”. He knew the feelings from both sides.

It enhanced everything.

Of course, in general, Bruce always felt things more than anyone else around him. He was born like that. Hypersensitive. That’s why he worked so much on hiding his true feelings, and appearing detached and cold.

It’s much easier, than to always being overemotional. Of course, it didn’t mean he felt nothing. On the contrary, he felt everything. He was just better, nowadays, at pretending he was okay. At pretending he didn’t care.

Ah. But you existed.

You.

The only person that could always see through his bullshit, and know when he was lying and fake smiling.

Between the two of you, there has always been something. Even before you were together. It was an irrational and irresistible attraction.

An unbreakable bond. Always supporting each others.

You have no idea how you’d live without him. And he couldn’t even fathom a world without you. It’s a world he wouldn’t like very much...

Even during the worst times, and oh you went through a lot together, you knew at least...at least you’d have warm arms to fall asleep in. At least, you’d have each others.

Bruce had known pain so strong he sometimes wished death would just take him away. And then you came in. Ready to put up with his shit, and to not give up on him even when he gave you every reason to.

And oh, oh he gave you back everything times a thousand. You knew he’d never let you fall. Not alone.

Whenever something hurtful as your children telling you two you weren’t their real parents happened...It’s when you truly realized how vital you were to each others.

When you fell, Bruce was there to catch you.

When he fell, you were there to catch him.

Better to fall together, than to stand alone.

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And here we are :). I hope you liked it ? Don’t hesitate to leave a little feedback and reblog if you want to ^^. I’m a little afraid I disappointed y’all for some reasons haha. I couldn’t explain. Self-confidence crisis hahaha. I finished writing that late, and exhausted after a hard week, maybe it plays into account ? Anyway, I really do hope you enjoyed your time reading this :). And thanks for reading, of course ^^.

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toastedside · 4 years

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Banana Toast

Damian Wayne x Batmom! Reader

I was reading Super Sons the other day and this particular fic come into my mind right after. Just imagining the talk that come after sneaking out the night fighting Kid Amazo.

You watched Damian stepped out of the car with perpetual scowl on his face. He still wears his full armour Robin suit, with domino mask and all. You and Alfred had just picked him up from the Kent an hour ago after he snuck out for the night, roped Jon into an impromptu dangerous mission.

You suppressed a shiver. You didn’t want to imagine the worst, you had it all before. You were grateful that neither Jon nor Damian had suffered any lethal injuries. Few cuts here and there and probably a bruised shoulder, but nothing lethal.

Lois was livid when three of you had caught them climb up the window towards Jon’s room. You had been too, more so when you found out they were chasing after an Amazo wannabe and provoking Lex Luthor. Lois took all the shouting and scolding role that morning while you went full on injuries inspection and Alfred full on disappointed frown.

This is a mission where any one of them should have called their fathers. Jon argued that he tried to do so, but Damian was against the idea. It did not surprise you a little bit. If anything, you had always known the boy practically bleed for validation.

“In this kind of moment is the moment I truly believe that he is Master Bruce’s son,” Alfred’s voice came from behind. You whipped your head and smiled. “The utter stubbornness they both possess is astounding.”

“And their knack to make me worry is more or less the same.”

You found Damian fresh out of shower almost half an hour later, rummaged through the kitchen cabinet looking for some food. You silently watched him from behind, reading all of his body language from here. You knew he wasn’t exactly sorry about what he did, nor he feels the need to, but he was pretty pissed and awful with the consequence he brought after.

Or the reaction he received from others, for the lack thereof.

“Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to give me lectures too?” Damian asked without bother to turned around.

“Would you like some banana toast for breakfast?” You simply smiled as you went through the kitchen cabinet to grab some wheat bread.

“Banana toast?”

“Basically, it’s a toast with peanut butter and banana, add chocolate if you feel fancy,” you explained. “It’s a comfort food I invented during my college days. I eat it whenever I feel down or upset. You want some?”

Damian thought for a while. “Yes, please. That sounds good.”

You spent few minutes in silence as you put your comfort food on work. Damian sat behind on the chair watching you solemnly, probably went through hundreds of probable scenarios from this. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that he had always on high alert for a thirteen-year-old.

It gave you some time to think too. A part of you wanted nothing more but to yell to get the point across, but you also recognized that he had taken some blows from Lois before. Yelling to get the point across would be a contra productive thing to do where it would’ve done nothing but push him away further.

You were disappointed, nonetheless. A little betrayed at the fact that he had to snuck out and breach an agreement. And Damian didn’t try to look at you in the eyes, not even when you slid the warm toast towards him. Shame, probably, or guilt, you didn’t know.

“Damian, you do realize that you broke off an agreement with me and your father, right?” You started. Your voice was soft and calm, you tried your best to remain civil.

“I know,” his voice was firm. As if he had prepared for this inevitable conversation.

“May I know why?”

“Father hadn’t let me to go out for patrol with him!” Damian’s voice was thick with disappointment, a dash of anger, but surprisingly he didn’t raise his voice. “I just want to do good out there. I saved a family from their own demise tonight; you can’t blame me for that!”

“You do know exactly why your father didn’t let you go out for patrol with him. You’ve been ditching schools and is five assignments behind.”

“I don’t need school! It’s stupid! I already know the whole thing; I can easily have master degree by age seven!”

“I don’t doubt that a little bit. You’re indeed very smart. You can easily outsmart me and your father, even,” you nodded in acknowledgement. “But we need you to understand that school is not only for your academic learning, there are a lot of things to learn outside just knowing. Including gaining soft skills and build connections too. Befriend with someone your age.”

“I don’t do friends! Besides, isn’t that what superhero groups are? Isn’t me in Teen Titan enough?”

“Emphasize on the ‘someone your age’ a little bit more, darling. Most of the Titans are older than you. You don’t exactly call Starfire someone your age now, do you?” You smiled. “And you do friends. Jon is the living proof.”

Damian scowls a little bit. “We’re not friends.”

“That’s what your father says about Superman at first. Look at them now, attached by the hip if you ask me.”

Damian smiled slightly at that. Or anything that resemble a smile. He quietly munched on his banana toast, silently marveling at the taste and let the information sink in.

“We also need you to understand that your action last night, while outstanding in the field, still have consequences.”

“Am I grounded?”

“Yes.”

“Aren’t I already grounded for ditching school?”

“Doesn’t mean you’ll get out of this clean,” you said. Damian groaned. “No patrol for next two weeks, and you’re going to school. Catch up with your assignments.”

“Two weeks?” Damian screeched in protest. “That’s too long! What if–”

“Unless you are needed in the field out of immediate emergency, you are not allowed for patrol otherwise. I know you’re Robin, but you are also my and your father’s son. You live under our roof, and you go with the rules too. We’ve talked about this hundred times already and you were agreeing,” you pointed out. “I trust you, Damian. Your father trust you. And it would mean a lot for us if you able to maintain that. One of the ways is by not sneaking out in the night and fighting bunch of robots with your friend.”

“Right,” Damian muttered slowly, defeated. “I am sorry, Mom.”

“Apology accepted, darling. Now go finish your breakfast and catch some sleep. You can join me in the clinic this afternoon if you want to, you can bring Jon over if his parents allow him to.”

“Can I meet Peanut the clinic dog, then?”

“You can try to train her some tricks you taught Titus if you want to.”

Damian’s spirit seemed to be lifted up by the promise. He eagerly finished his breakfast and went straight to his room, this time to catch some sleep hopefully. You let out a relieved sigh, the conversation went better than you had anticipated. By the look Alfred sent you when you brought the empty plates over, you thought he was agreeing too.

Well, raising bunch of vigilante kids definitely never cross your mind, or even a life you expected to have. But looking back, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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weevil-wallflower · 5 years

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“You call this training?”

A Batmom x Batfamily one-shot Word Count: 2,390 Summary: The times Bruce was misunderstood when he was training you.

Author’s Note: This is a teeny little surprise for @ellana-ravenwood who writes absolutely amazing stories! Go check them out!

And Ella, you inspired to write my own Batfam story, even though it’s really cheesy and awkward. I hope you like it.

P.S. This is my very first story. I have never written any story or fanfiction before so please be kind.

After you and Bruce got married and after you found out that he’s Batman, he decided to train you in self defense. He was paranoid enough that people would target you because he’s Bruce Wayne, kidnappers for ransom money, or sleazy business men at business parties. But now he also has to worry about the fact anyone from his rogues gallery might target you if they found out your relationship to Batman.

So, one night in the bat-cave, that’s exactly what you and Bruce were doing. But you both weren’t expecting what happened next. Bruce had you on a choke-hold (to demonstrate how it’s done. He would never hurt you) when Alfred entered the bat-cave to bring them some tea and biscuits. As soon as Alfred saw the sight in front of him, he was shocked. Then that shock turned into anger. He was livid when he saw Bruce holding the girl he came to think of as his daughter, in a very dangerous position. “You release the young lady this instant!”, he pretty much bellowed. But instead of doing what Alfred said, Bruce was frozen in shock for a second. This was the first time he had seen Alfred truly angry. Even when he’s being reckless in patrol, Alfred had never been this angry. Just irritated. Now, though...

You sprang free from Bruce’s hold and put a hand on Alfred’s shoulder to stop him when you saw him angrily advancing towards your husband.

“Alfred, it’s fine! Bruce was only training me”, you said hastily, fearing the shocked, almost scared look on your husband’s face. Because you have never seen Bruce afraid of anything.

Ever.

He fights countless crazy people everyday without batting an eyelash, but an angry Alfred is enough for him to not just be afraid but to also show how scared he is!

Alfred couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You call this training?! You were practically chocking the life out of the poor girl!”

You elbowed Bruce lightly in his side to get him out of whatever shocked trance he was in. Which worked, and caused him to jolt as if he was waking up from a deep sleep and confirm to Alfred that yes, it was indeed only training. Alfred was only half convinced it seemed. But still convinced enough to let them continue their training, but not without saying, “Well, see to it you don’t hurt my daughter!

Hearing this, you jumped to give Alfred a bear hug all the while practically squealing in happiness, “Daughter?!”.

Then you giddily hugged Bruce, saying’ “Bruce! Alfred called me his daughter!!!!”, out of sheer happiness. You were just so happy that the man who took care of Bruce since he was a child, who’s practically his father, considers you his daughter!

All that while Bruce said, “I would never hurt her! I love her. You know that, Alfred”’ while avoiding looking Alfred in the eyes, and half responding to your enthusiasm by unconsciously nodding his head. Alfred seemed satisfied by his answer. For now, at least. But Bruce knows that as soon as Alfred will get the chance, as soon as you’ll go to sleep today, Alfred will scold him for hours, considering how much he loves you, enough to call you his daughter. And Bruce absolutely dreads that that time will ultimately come. It makes him feel like he’s a reckless teenager again.

So, this was no doubt, one of the very rare times he was actually afraid of Alfred. All this time you remained blissfully unaware of Bruce’s inner turmoils, your arms still wrapped around him in a happy, loving embrace.

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10 years later:

You and Bruce usually train alone in the bat-cave, while all the boys are out on patrol, so you “won’t get distracted”. Bruce’s words, not yours. Because whenever the boys are here, they all clamor for your attention, which then turns into an argument among themselves over who is your favourite, which turns into a full on brawl.

But unfortunately for you both, well, mostly for Bruce, today it was a quiet night due to which all four of the boys decided to retire for the night much earlier than usual. Today would be the day the your sons would see you and Bruce training with each other for the first time. So imagine Bruce’s shock when they entered the cave and saw Bruce in the process of grabbing you in the very same choke-hold position he did all those years ago, when it was Alfred who happened to walk in on them training. All Bruce could think was, oh, shit. Not again.

You were about to flip Bruce over, but your boys’ outbursts stopped you both in that position. Which undoubtedly was a huge mistake due to what followed next.

Unsurprisingly, it was Damian who reacted first as he’s been a huge mama’s boy ever since the first time you babied him. “UNHAND MY MOTHER!”, he full on shouted. Which was followed by Jason’s “Get away from my Ma!”, as he was also a huge mama’s boy. OK, who were you kidding. All four of them are mama’s boys.

Jason’s outburst caused Damian to exclaim with, “YOUR Ma?!”, to which Jason immediately replied, “Yeah! MY Ma!”

“Tt, I’m still her favourite”, Damian was quick to retort smugly, which infuriated Jason even more, “We’ll see about that you little demon spawn!”

“-Guys!”, Dick interrupted their little spat, followed by Tim saying, “While the both of you were arguing, Bruce was choking the hell out of mama!”

Bruce was quick to counter, shocked, “What! I did no such thi-“

Only to be interrupted by Jason, “-Shut up, old man!”

“Yeah! We saw what you did with our own eyes! What is wrong with you? What kind of a man hurts his own wife?!”, followed by Dick’s angry bellow, which was very surprising because Dick never got angry like this. He never lost his cool. But right now he just went from a zero to a hundred.

It was Damian’s turn to speak again, “Yes, father. This is domestic violence. I am very disappointed in you”. The way he said it while slightly shaking his head made him look even more like Bruce does whenever he’s scolding the boys for doing something reckless during patrols. It’s uncanny.

All the boys have now ganged up on Bruce. Outwardly he was trying to stay calm & stoic, but it was a failed attempt as he was completely freaking out. Usually it’s the boys who are on the receiving end of Bruce’s anger after doing something stupid. But now it’s the other way around. Now Bruce feels how the boys must have felt those countless times he scolded or reprimanded them.

He’s thinking, he’ll be doomed if they ever become evil suddenly and gang up on him. Of course that will never happen but his paranoid mind is acting up.

You know you should stop your boys from ganging up on Bruce. You should tell them it’s only training. But this is the kind of show that’s worth seeing. It’s extremely rare for the Big Bad Bat to be so unnerved by his sons to the point that he’s unable to hide the uneasiness showing in his face expressions. You wish you had popcorn for this.

“Are you ok, mama? Do you need medical help?”, sweet Tim’s question jolted you out of your thoughts. But before you could reply, Bruce cut you off, “Oh for the love of-” who was then interrupted by Jason, “One more word out of you and I’ll- “, he pounced to attack Bruce, calling out to his brothers, “Quick! I’ve got the old man! You guys get Ma away from here!”, as soon as he had grabbed Bruce in a strong hold and immobilized him, right as you rolled out of the way to avoid being squished between two 200 pounds of huge men while shouting “Oh my God!”.

“Don’t you dare!”, but Bruce went ignored as Dick’s arms wrap around you and hauled you over his shoulder. Dick then made a run for the cave’s door, “I got Mom! Let’s get outta here!” Tim and Damian ran after a retreating Dick, followed by Jason as he was the last to run after them as he had a hold of Bruce so the others could ‘escape’.

All of you could hear Bruce’s bellow of “Get back here with my wife!” as you entered the main study using the grandfather clock. The absurdity of this situation caused you to let out cute little giggles.

Bruce’s stomping footsteps sounded behind as he gave chase to his sons who basically kidnapped his wife, causing the boys to run even faster. They passed Alfred, in the main dining hall. He didn’t even react. Just lifted an eyebrow in amusement as he saw Dick running, carrying his giggly mother on his shoulder with the other three boys right alongside him and Bruce not far behind.

When you guys had circled the entire manor and finally reached the hallway near the front door, you decided to take pity on your husband. “Boys stop! Your father was not hurting me. It really was training,” You tried to relay this seriously but you just could not stop your giggles at the expanse of your poor misunderstood husband. You were just having too much fun. But it was time to stop now. It really was admirable how Bruce chased you all through the entire manor without slowing down once. These four energetic boys could make even Batman tired.

After listening to you, the boys stopped and Dick let you down to urge you to explain more. And you did. Like literally ten times. And all that time, the boys would not let Bruce get close to you. All four of them had stood in a tight circle around you, ignoring Bruce’s incredulous “Seriously” as he tried to get close to you while you spoke. This made you love your sons even more if that was even possible. Because they love their mother so much, they’re willing to fight their own father if they feel he’s hurt her in any way. Not that Bruce would ever hurt you. He loves you. But even despite that, your wonderful sons are always on a lookout for your safety.

It seemed the boys finally believed you but that didn’t stop Jason from jokingly saying, “Ma! Blink twice if you need me to save you from the Big Bad Bat!”

“You know Jason, me and Bruce have been training a long time. I learned how to fight before you did. So I doubt I would easily let anyone hurt me”.

It seemed Jason always had a comeback for everything as he said, “Nope. No. You need to be protected. Like a rare, delicate flower,” to which the rest of the boys wholeheartedly agreed by enthusiastically nodding their head.

You decided this much excitement was enough for tonight. “Alright you little rascals, that’s enough sweet talk. Now I want you to apologize to your father and then go to sleep”. This resulted in reluctant groans and puppy dog eyes, especially from Damian and Jason but you stood strong as you glared and said “Right now.”

That was enough for Dick and Tim to apologize right away and leave for their respective bedrooms. But it took a little bit of coaxing for Jason and Damian because they both were stubborn to a fault. And by coaxing, you speaking to them sweetly, using their nicknames they secretly love. “Come on, Jaybird, Dami. Apologize to your father, sweethearts.” Which totally worked. They both hastily apologizing together and leaving. Jason with a “Sorry, old man”. And Damian with a “Apologies, father.”

After all four of your sons left, Bruce turned to you and engulfed you in a loving embrace. “You are amazing, you know that? The way you get the boys to listen to you and actually do what you tell them. They wouldn’t even let me get a single word in. You’re an amazing mother.”

Still feeling mischievous from the previous incident, you looked up into his eyes and gave a sassy reply, “Or maybe our sons love me more than you.”

“Ouch!” Bruce put a hand on his heart and faked being hurt, causing you to burst out in giggles again.

“Seriously Bruce. You should’ve seen the look on your face when the boys confronted you” Now you were full on laughing, “You were like shit, oh shit! This is it for me”.

“Ha ha, very funny” Bruce on the other hand was not finding it funny at all, pouting like the grumpy Bat he is. Which caused you to laugh even more.

~`~`~`

Both you and Bruce decided to turn in for the night too.

After you both had brushed your teeth and changed your clothes and were now laying under your blanket, when there was a knock on your door.

Without waiting for the reply, the door opened and in entered Damian. He had the look of someone on a mission. “Father, to make sure that you won’t hurt ummi, I will sleep here tonight” he announced with more haughtiness and confidence than usual.

You looked amused as Bruce looked dumbfounded, with his eyes bulging and mouth hanging open, as Damian promptly climbed on the center of the huge bed and cuddled as close to you as possible.

Bruce regained his composure and sent an incredulous look to his youngest “Are you sure it’s not just an excuse to sleep here?”

“Of course not father. I must protect my ummi at all costs!” Damian rebuked.

“Bruce, come on. Let him sleep here for today, please.” You soothed.

Bruce complied, but still complained, practically whining, “But I wanted to cuddle with you!”

In response, Damian turned his head towards him from your shoulder, gave his father an evil smirk and stuck his tongue out.

Bruce gasped, dumbfounded once again “You little-”

“-C’mon Bruce honey. Go to sleep. It’s late” You said.

Bruce grumpily laid down, pouting all the while, You might have won this time you little brat, but i’ll be ready next time. He mentally said to his son. He wanted to say it out loud but feared you would go all mama bear on him.

FIN

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bluebellhairpin · 5 years

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Something’s Not Right

Bruce Wayne/Batman X Batmom!Reader

A/N: Oh dear, here comes the angst. (This is like 6+ pages on my google docs. Ha Ha ha oops) - Nemo

Warning(s): Blood, kidnapping, almost character death, mentions of miscarriage and infertility, not necessarily in that order. This could be distressing, so don’t read this if you think it could upset you.

Summary: Ever since Batman’s third Robin, you’ve been know as the Batmom to Batman’s mask. But events lead you to break with not knowing what to do, and the only comfort you find is Alfred, who then tells you of something you never knew. With your newfound information, you set to work saving your family.

Listening to: “Something's Not Right” by Lily Allen

Series Masterlist

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You first met Batman when you were robbing a bank.

In your defense, you were a little inexperienced, and he only knew you were there because he saw a shadow pass inside through a window.

After that you kept running into each other, and ended up becoming each others first vigilante partners.

You know, before he had a million Robin’s.

You even came to know who was under the mask. Bruce Wayne the billionaire.

When he brought home the first soon-to-be Robin, Dick Grayson, you were raiding his fridge in the Manor’s kitchen, having made yourself at home over the last few years. You looked at Bruce like he was crazy, he told you he’d explain later and you sure as hell made sure he did.

You offered Dick some of the cereal you’d raided, and he accepted with a mumble and small smile. From speaking to Bruce later, that boy had been through a lot.

You only hoped that Bruce wouldn’t push him too hard.

We had forever We never got it together

Jason Todd joined a few years later, having been found by both you and Bruce trying to steal hubcaps. When Bruce brought him inside after the to had talked, you got the horrible feeling that Jason would become a Robin too.

Your worries were confirmed when you caught Bruce and Jason sparring in the cave. You caught Bruce’s eye, and he froze. You shook your head at him and he knew he had more explaining to do.

After that, you become monitor of the computer. With Jason as the new Robin, and Dick starting to spread his wings off as Nightwing, you didn’t desperately need to be out fighting anymore. Someone needed to stay home, and with your relationship with Bruce becoming something more than friends, he felt better when you weren’t in danger.

When he brought that up, you never once failed to play the card of “What about Dick and Jason?”

Despite Dick being Nightwing and not living permanently at home, or Jason not really wanting to be in the Cave when he could have the house all to himself aside from Alfred, they always managed to be in the staircase of the cave when your voices started to raise in the same heated discussion. They knew it wasn’t anything to worry about.

You were protective, viewing them as the sons you could never have, and Bruce was too careless for his own good.

But really what they stayed for was what happened after the yelling, the telling off, and the arguing. You always made up after, with softer words, a hug and a kiss. They’d never seen anyone else do that after a fight.

I waited for you For you I made it better

Jason's death hit you all hard, but Bruce didn’t get over it.

Then, a couple years after Jason died, Bruce came home with another boy donned in Jason’s old Robin suit. He introduced himself as Tim Drake. He said he knew who you were, and you told him ‘Who doesn’t know (y/n) Wayne?’. Then he said he knew who you really were.

'Valentine' was a name previously not spoken directly to you in over half a decade, and this thirteen-year-old seemed to know more about you than you thought possible.

The next few years went on with their own struggles. Bruce got used to having a Robin again. Tim dealt with troubles and struggles in the form of his real parents. You got over the fact Tim was wearing Jason’s costume once he got his own. And Tim became a permanent residence of the manor.

With Bruce and Dick protecting the city, Tim as Robin, and Alfred wanting to keep monitor duty with Tim, you gave up the vigilante life for good.

Nowadays you only ever went to the cave to deal with injuries, last-resort monitor duty, and scolding Bruce or Tim for staying up too late.

The one thing that didn’t seem to change was Alfred and Dick. They were always there, always a shoulder to cry on, and a listening ear. They knew how hard it got for both you and Bruce.

Dick wanted to be there to show he was grateful for what you’d done in the past.

Alfred was there because that’s where he belonged.

They kept telling me that it was unlikely All I had to do was keep you beside me

Once everything seemed to be falling back into a semi-blissful state, the world served another harsh blow. The first was to Bruce, in the form of a vengeful and now alive Jason Todd.

While Bruce had to serve every night going out to face the Red Hood, you went back to the monitor spending your days trying to track Jason down. Now that your boy was back you needed to have him home. Even though they didn’t know it, you knew that what both Bruce and Jason needed was to be together.

Naturally, once the initial tension disappeared, you were right.

Even now, now that Jason is back, you can still see the haunted look in Bruce’s eye that makes you think he’s almost believing he is seeing a ghost.

The second blow was to you, in the form of Bruce’s long-lost son Damian.

He came in silence, and for the first few days you barely noticed a change. It was mostly Bruce’s attitude and reluctance to let you in the cave that made you suspicious. Luckily for Bruce, he was around when you found Damian in the cave.

Needless to say it took a good couple hours of conversation before everything was cleared up.

Damian listened from the staircase, and eventually Tim wordlessly joined. The new duo unknowingly recreating what their predecessors did before them. Alfred felt a wave of nostalgia from just glancing at them.

What Damian couldn’t believe through the whole ‘discussion’ was how much you were blaming his father for him being in your home, not him. Even though you both were fighting over him being there, there wasn’t any hate in your words to him, only annoyance to Bruce.

He wondered exactly how many times you had to deal with the same thing before, aside from Tim.

Cause there aren’t many stars in the sky tonight

As far as you were concerned, having children of your own was never going to happen. One robbery gone wrong was enough to pull your chances of your own children from an already mere fifty to less than twenty.

It was one of the reasons you were so good at welcoming each boy into your home with such open arms. As soon as they stepped through the threshold with a tired introduction from your husband, small faces and bleary eyes, you saw them as yours. Every time, without fail.

Naturally it came as a shock to you when the doctor told you to take a pregnancy test after you’d been horrendously sick for the past week. It came as a bigger shock when the test came back positive.

Bruce’s excitement and yours was taken too soon. In reality, you knew it could’ve happened, but you didn’t think it’d happen so suddenly, or so easily.

Dick and Jason were among those waiting when you came home from the hospital, and everyone would've much preferred if the trip happened nine months later, and you’d have a bundle of blankets in your hands rather than just a bag of clothes.

Even Damian couldn’t help the horrible feeling in the bottom of his stomach. After all he still wouldn’t be a big brother.

It had been a couple weeks, but you were starting to worry. While you had grieved, and in your own way moved on, Bruce seemed to stay the same. He didn’t react. When the news came he went straight into autopilot.

In his life he’d lost a lot of people. His parents, Jason, many other residence of Gotham, and now your baby. You started to think that with every lost soul his lost part of his own too.

Cause I know that it’s day but it’s dark outside

Your worries were well served. Not even a couple nights after you voiced your concerns to Bruce himself did he and Damian get captured by the Joker.

Tim was monitoring the computers, instantly sending out and alert to Dick to go help, but he just got caught too. Tim then contacted Jason, telling him to meet him near Gotham Docks.

You wandered into the cave to see the monitor set to where Tim left it. A camera from in an old warehouse displayed all five of your boys beaten, bloodied, and tied up with the Joker pacing back and forth in front of them.

Near the monitor keyboard was a notebook, open to a page with words scribbled in Tim’s characteristically messy writing. He found writing down thoughts helped him get his mind straight. It cleared his head.

“Knows fighting styles - been monitoring us for weeks to memorize patterns - new moves needed - Jason good idea - Mom the last resort.” you read a loud, sinking to the chair at the monitor.

As you processed what was happening, you knew time was running short. You felt Alfred behind you, placing his hands reassuringly on your shoulders.

“What am I supposed to do?” you said, resting your head in your hands, “The GCPD won't be able to handle it well enough, and I can't just contact Clark or Diana. And I got rid of my suit years ago - it’s not like I can just slip on one of Bruce’s suits and go fight myself.”

“I think there’s something I should show you.” Alfred said, squeezing your shoulders.

And I feel a weight in my heart tonight

All the batsuits were displayed on one of the walls of the cave, it was like a trophy wall. And while your old Valentine suit wasn’t there, there was a display photo of you mid-flip as homage to what you’d done.

As you went passed the suits, both old and new, and the empty cases of the suits being worn by your boys, Alfred soon stopped near your photo. He pressed the logo of your photo-suit and the glass moved away, soon followed by the wall, to reveal another glass case.

“Mister Bruce has been working on it since you destroyed your old one.” Alfred explained, letting you walk forwards to inspect your pristine suit, “He figured you might need it, and if I’m being honest I did too.”

“Who else knows?” You asked, running your fingers over the fabric and the slightly darker logo on it’s chest. It was a lot like Bruce's suit.

“No one, but Tim found out, nothing’s a secret from him long.” you smiled. That’s Tim alright.

The fabric was new, a material you’d never seen before, but looked a lot like miniature chain-mail. Knife-proof.

The chest where your signature V logo was along with around your torso sounded a metallic tap. Bullet-proof.

You noted that although the mask only covered your eyes it was embedded with reflective glass. Photo-proof.

“He sure was prepared.” you said, turning back to Alfred with the mask in your hands. “Will you man the computers for me?”

“It would be an honor, Valentine.”

Something's not right

“Copy V? Guards ahead.” Alfred said. The mask was also fit with a com-link. Bruce seemed to put everything in your suit, from an oxygen mask, to a lock-pick.

“Copy.” you said, sulking along the side of the warehouse towards the guards. You knew this could get nasty fast, but over time you learnt from Bruce many ways to subdue without killing. The guards were out of it before they even knew you were there.

Inside, Bruce and the boys were getting antsy.

Once when Joker left Tim said to the others he’d left a note near the computer encase he and Jason were unsuccessful, in the hope either you or Alfred would find it and send help. It had been almost two hours, and they were starting to doubt. Especially now that Joker was back and pacing in front of them.

An explosion somewhere in another warehouse made their tired heads, and the heads of the others in the room, move towards the noise. The familiar sound of batarangs flying through the air made their head turn back right as two of the dozen guards fell to the floor, soon followed by two more.

Joker ordered to start shooting at where the batarangs were coming from, and the solid sound of shots firing rang out for a couple long moments. When a figure clad in black dropped to the floor from the beams, Bruce felt his stomach drop.

He knew that figure. He knew that suit.

“Search them. Make sure whoever it is, is dead.” Joker said, dismissive in his words but the boys could tell he was on edge. Joker had the Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood and the two Robins. There wasn’t anymore, right?

The guard moved to the figure, nudging its shoulder with his foot, and with the second nudge the figure shot up, pulling the guard into a headlock, and the guard dropped down unconscious in less than a few seconds. The other guards were trained on the figure, and Joker smiled.

“Well, well, does Batsy have a new birdy?” he sang, and the figure stepped forwards out of the shadow to reveal you, donned in your Valentine suit for all to see.

“Oh no, dear Joker,” you said, matching his tone yet lacing it with as much venom as humanly possible, “I promise you I’m far from new.”

Cause I know that it’s day but it’s dark outside

The fact Joker wasn’t expecting a sixth ‘Batman partner’ to show up helped with taking down the guards. And like Tim noted, he was tracking everyone’s fighting styles. Even if Bruce was in the right mind-frame he had little chance of coming out on top.

You hadn't fought in the public eye for many years, so there was no recent footage of your style, and even so most of it was back when you weren’t working with Batman at all.

You had tied up Joker when you set to work setting the boys free, and it came as no surprise that he’d somehow gotten away by the time you’d given everyone a once-over.

Back in the cave Damian was the first. Once back in the confides of safety Damian practically flung himself into you.

“Ummi, I thought-” he said, stopping himself with a sniff and burying his nose in your stomach.

“It was a close call.” Dick added, his voice strained. With a look you pulled him closer, and one by one you managed to deal out hugs and just the right words.

In the next few hours Dick and Jason were both sent off back home with food Alfred made, and the reassurance that you’d come visit. Tim was sent off to bed, being told everything from the past events would be waiting when he wakes up. Damian was also given bed rest, but only after he got one last hug from you.

All that was left was to deal with Bruce, who’d been in the cave since you all went upstairs.

Like the feeling of rain on a Summer light

“Bruce.” you said, reaching his place at the computer. He stopped rather abruptly, and turned to face you with an agonizingly slow pace. The look on his face made you pull him into you just like you did with Dick. And for the first time in so long, Bruce cried.

He could’ve lost everything on top of the baby. The other boys. You. Himself.

He knew what he did wrong, he knew he went in without a clear head, all because something wasn’t right.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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Now I am curious about the girls day with batmom, can we have it pls?

Bruce looked around the table at lunch and frowned, "Alfred where-"

"Miss Y/N took the other ladies in the house for a girl's day. Miss Cassandra and Miss Stephanie needed school clothes and Miss Barbara offered her assistance," Alfred said simply.

Bruce's frown faded slightly and he grunted, "Did they take-"

"They took the Jeep, I believe."

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You look at the flamboyant bald man currently trying to persuade Barbara into much longer nails and raise your eyebrow over the rim of your mimosa glass, "Roland, the girl said no," you tut. "They all do too much work with their hands to have the Dragon Talons you like designing."

Roland sniffed, "It's a pity any of you work with your hands- these callouses are a crime. What are you doing anyway-"

"Whatever they like. Don't you worry your pretty little head. Just do what they ask."

"I don't know why I bother with you," he scolded without any real heat. He bothered because you tipped well and told the best dirty jokes... but. He was still irritated that you hadn't let him bedazzle your fingertips.

"I thought it was because you like having something to complain about," you tease. Next to you, Cass smiles a little where she's watching with interest as someone applied lime green sparkly polish to her toes.

"I just can't believe Bruce agreed to pay for all this stuff," Steph snorted.

"Oh no sweetie," you laugh, "I just don't give him a chance to say no.."

'She really doesn't," Barbara said grinning when Steph's eyes went wide as she deliberated over purple polish colors. "She just declares she's doing something and if he doesn't like it, he can sulk about it."

"Charmed life," Cass said, eyes crinkling at the corners.

Roland made a soft envious sound, "Does he have a brother?"

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Steph eyed clothing racks and frowned, making a soft discontented sound. It was nice, being out with the girls. But it didn't magically make her mom less shit. Or the ongoing mess of her love life any less draining.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm?" you answer, holding out a shirt for her to inspect- 70's inspired. Purple. And would look nice with a pair of the flared jeans she'd already bought.

She took it, feeling the fabric and crinkled her nose at the price tag, "How did you do it?" she asked quietly

"What specifically-"

"I mean, after everything. Like- with-" she broke off the word 'cult'. Not sure if she was actually allowed to ask about that. Or about the time you left. Things that weren't really secrets but just not things you LIKED to talk about; not as anything more than a passing comment.

But when you pat her arm and add the shirt to what was laying on her arm, she gets a sense that you know.

"It took time," you answer after a moment. "But I had to make the choices that were best for me- even if they didn't make sense to anyone else. And more than that, I had to learn that it was okay to do that. That I didn't have to let my past determine my future. Any more than I ever had to be that... powerless ever again."

Stephanie bit her lip and you smile a little. "When my sister was killed," you pause and tuck an errant lock of hair behind her ear, "I couldn't stop them. And I carried that guilt with me for a long time. Still do. But. I know that I can stop other girls from meeting the same fate. So- I focus on that. Because I can't control the past; or other people. All I have is right now. That's all anyone really has."

"That's- kinda depressing."

"It can be," you hum, "At least until you get used to it. There's something liberating about just saying 'fuck it' and learning to live for yourself."

Stephanie smiled. It was less rare to hear you use swear words but it still sounded funny, given that your usual curses were "Hell's Teeth" or "Son of a biscuit" around the house where the kids could hear you.

"When did you hit 'fuck it'?"

"About the time Dick and Tim gave me my new 'pet name'," you muse. "I think that's when I really figured out I didn't have to let ANYONE tell me what to do anymore."

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ellana-ravenwood · 6 years

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How to tame a Wayne - Batmom x Batfam

Just a fluffy little fic written quickly. You know what that means guy, two fluffy stories in a row ? I wrote extremely angsty shit to come so, yup. In any case, I hope you’ll like this little thing, and as usual, feedbacks = life :

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

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To say the truth, and despite appearances...You were, and always had been, an extremely anxious, insecure and worried person.

You had the bad habit to often compare yourself to “more successful” people that had a style of living, a work etc etc that weren’t even related one bit to yours. Apple and oranges.

You always overthought everything, and to this day was still feeling bad for being rude to that guy that one time ten years ago.

Your brain kept you awake late at night, wether it was thinking of a comeback you could/should have said when that girl was a bitch to you out of utter jealousy (being Bruce Wayne’s wife brings a lot of those) or about something more important like : “will your sons ever be truly happy ?” and such.

You were always afraid you weren’t enough, that Bruce was wasting his time with you, that you weren’t a good mother to your kids, that you didn’t have talent enough and blah blah blah.

You hid it well though, so well in fact that even your own husband and sons didn’t know how you always questioned yourself.

You didn’t want them to worry about you...another thing that came with your insecurities, you were always afraid to bother people around you, even if clearly, that wasn’t the case.

Bruce knew when you started dating that you were quite insecure about... everything really. That your past, your childhood made you that way, as you unfortunately encountered a lot of verbally abusive assholes.

But he thought things were better now, that you didn’t have any of those worries anymore...It even made him feel good, to know he was one of the reasons why you felt like this now (the other five reasons being called Alfred, Dick, Jay, Tim and Damian)..

He worked so much on showing you how amazing you are, on showering you every day with sweet words and care, on making sure that you knew that for him...You were perfect.

And for his sake, as he already had enough on his plate and genuinely thought he helped you get rid of all your insecurities and such, you kept everything secret.

Besides, you weren’t CONSTANTLY on the verge of an anxiety attack. Sometimes only....Hum hum.

Alfred was the only one to know the extend of all that. To know the truth. And for some reason, to him ? You were never scared to tell him how you truly felt.

When things were overwhelming, when you wanted to just cry and roll in a ball, when nothing felt alright...You always told him everything.

And he was always there, with a cup of warm tea and your favorite food, listening and making sure to help.

Sometimes, it was telling your sons to leave you alone. Sometimes, it was scolding his master to take some time off. Sometimes, it was scolding you for being too harsh on yourself.

But always, it actually made you feel better. And worthier.

You felt guilty sometimes, to still feel like you weren’t good enough for your family when they constantly told you you were the best.

You felt like you kinda dismissed their cute compliments and love, when you just thought you were worthless but...you couldn’t help it.

Sometimes, you just felt too anxious and such, and it was a daily work to try to overcome this problem. You were actually pretty good at putting on a face for a few hours at a gala, trying to ignore your social anxiety.

And after years of practice...There was a reason your sons and husband thought you were completely fine and all (and to be honest, it was better that way, because if they ever heard that you weren’t feeling confident...They’d make you cringe too much with their constant compliments and such).

Yes. You were a woman full of insecurities, worries and anxiety...But you weren’t always like that. Oh no.

Sometimes...Sometimes you knew you were good. You knew what you were doing, only you could do.

There was actually one thing, one talent that you just knew nobody else had.

And it was your ability to “tame” a Wayne. To make any of them go from a “I’m very angry and wanna bash someone’s face in” mood to a “I need cuddles, please hold me and do not let go” mood.

It was a different technique with all of them, but oh you had said techniques down to a millimeter. It was extremely effective, and every time, made you feel good about yourself, that you could make them feel better instantly like so...

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

Bruce was the easiest to sooth.

Because he was the one you knew best too. And because he trusted you fully.

Everyone has their little quirks, preferences and outlooks that they hide from someone until it’s safe to reveal them. Safe to the point where they won’t start walking backwards with an apologetic look and a stumbling excuse whenever they realized they said too much...

You reached that point with Bruce long ago.

And so you discovered the secret to disarm his anger almost instantly.

With him, when he was genuinely angry to the point of being restless and wanting to hit everything in the vicinity...There was only one sure technique to work.

First, you had to reach him, which could be difficult when he’d pace back and forth in his cave, fuming.

You’d approach him carefully (a punch was easy to accidentally go your way in those times...), and he would turn to face you aggressively...But when he’d realize it was you, who was coming closer, he’d hold himself still a bit. And in a fraction of second, worries would replace the anger...What if he had hit you ?

But then, he’d get furious again. But would let you come closer, knowing what you were about to do.

Every time...Every time he promised himself it wouldn’t work. That he was too angry for it to work. That he needed this anger to fuel his motivation. That the reason why he was angry could never be tamed by...

But he was wrong each time.

Because it always worked.

No matter how many time he’d tell you to leave him alone, to go away, to not get in his way, that it was none of your business. No matter how harsh and cold he’d get towards you...You’d still come to him.

And here, faced with all his height and darkness. Here, in front of him, to his most intimidating...You wouldn’t back down.

Because he needed this. He needed you.

Still angry as ever, Bruce would avoid your eyes as you’d direct your hands towards his temples and...Would rub them in circle tenderly.

It was as easy as that.

Sometimes, it could take a little while, with him just staring at you angrily, not faltering. His eyebrows creased and a dangerous frown upon his face.

It wasn’t very encouraging but...you’d keep massaging his temples, determined to wash it all away.

And eventually...he’d visibly relax under your soothing touch. Collapse under it.

There was some kind of magic about you really.

You just needed to be there, touch him, not say a word and...anger just left him.

And he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t stay mad, even if it was an important issue. And in the end oh...oh was he grateful for you.

Because when he was angry, he could never think straight.

Before he met you, he took so many bad decisions while angry. Said and did all the wrong things. So your touch...your touch was salvation.

He didn’t have to be incredibly angry for you to do it.

You could, for example, just be at a gala and he would be so tired of being fake and having to smile and talk to people he despised...and in a calm moment, you’d rub his temple lovingly, he’d close his eyes and let escape a small sigh of relief, and suddenly, all energy would go back to him.

You’d also use it when he was tired, but refused to sleep. You’d rub his temples, until he closed his eyes and realized he was too exhausted to do anything...

Usually, this would end up with him sleeping on top of you, while you caressed soft fingers through his hair and across his back.

You discovered that magical temple touch after almost two with him. At first, whenever he was angry, you’d try to reach to him but it would always fail, and you’d end up both hurting each others...

Of course, you’d make up very quickly, and never shy away from apologizing.

But being angry at each other was never your style, and you both suffered from your fights.

Fortunately it was a time where you didn’t live with him yet, so you still had both a way of isolating yourselves and dealing with things on your own but...It wouldn’t do for long.

And then one day, after he made love to you and told you he needed to leave soon for his night patrol...he fell asleep on you as you were rubbing his temples, hair and back. And he never went to said patrol (for the first time in years he unintentionally skipped it, as he was asleep).

That day, something was born in your mind. An idea. You knew he stayed because he felt utterly comfortable but maybe there was a specific reason ?

You tried to remember everything you did that night, blushing a little bit in the process and...Could it be that simple to just be this gentle rub ? Him wanting to get off of you but you insisting it felt safe and warm when he stayed on ? And your fingers going through his hair, across his back, rubbing at his temples ?

The next time he got angry, you tried your theory, ignoring his harsh and cold words toward you, and just went to him and...reach to his temples.

And here it was. One single simple trick. To solve everything. With your sons, you had different ways of soothing him, but him...Just this touch, and he felt calm and relaxed, more than he ever felt before.

With him, it was the only thing needed. As long as you could reach him, as long as you were there...He could calm down. He could think straight, his head clear.

And it always made him crave for you to be near him. Alfred loved that talent of yours, because one of his main goal was for the man he raised to be happy, and it seemed like when he went from anger to wanting to snuggle with you...He was somehow the happiest.

It impressed everyone around you really.

There was that one time especially, where Bruce was incredibly angry at Superman for something he did at the League, going off on his own and risking his life and everyone else’s (including those of his sons and wife)...

It seemed like no one could stop him as he argued with Clark, and things were escalating quickly when you called for him...He turned around saying “What ?!” a bit aggressively, and as you rubbed his temples, turned into a love sick puppy who almost forgot he was in public and just wanted to cuddle with you.

Leaving the entire League gaping at you two, shocked. They never saw the Batman go from 100 to 0. They saw the opposite happen often but...Wow.

To this day, so many of them are sure you’re a metahuman that can affect people’s feelings somehow !

Superman was still quite angry but one glare (the famous Batmom Glare) from you and he calm down instantly too (he would never admit it, but you scared him sometimes...).

Yes. You could always calm Bruce by your mere presence and touch.

You were magic.

You were his magic. His relief. His everything.

And just with one brush of your fingers on his temples, could tame the wild beast he could sometimes be. It was the only thing working.

...Oh, actually, there was another way you could relieve him of some frustration. But that wasn’t quite anger, only the temples rubbing worked on that, and that was R-Rated and most of the times happening in your bedroom (most of the time).

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

Contrary to popular belief, you son Dick would get angry often, and he had a very agressive way of doing things. He also held the grudge too much.

People viewed him as that guy who always smiled and see things in a positive light. Who would literally laugh in the face of danger and after some acrobatics, would drop a witty punchline and get his way out of any problems.

But the truth was...Well, the truth was that your son, your little Dickie Grayson, was extremely short tempered.

There was even a moment, in his teens years, where he would be almost constantly angry. At his dad, at you, at Alfred, at everything in the World.

And during that time ? The only way to calm him down, was to get mad in return. To get irrationally mad, in fact...There was another thing you had a talent for, even if you never realized it.

You were a good actress. And acting as if you were super mad was easy.

Of course, you wouldn’t get mad at him, nope, that would be counter productive, and just be a lot more yelling. No. He’d get angry and you’d suddenly follow him.

He’d get angry at Bruce for not doing enough, or doing too much, of not being compassionate enough or anything really, just to have a reason to yell at him.

And you’d come barging in, and start getting angry over the slightest thing too, over such ridiculous things that Dick’s anger would vanish and he’d just watch you, bewildered.

Then you’d stop, turn to him and be like : “Being angry and yelling doesn’t resolve anything my boy. Stop. Take a moment. Chill. Think. Tell your father what you want calmly, your point will come across better. Yelling and being unreasonably angry just confuses and anger your interlocutor more, therefor, everything can end up in a messy fight...and you and your dad ? You don’t listen when someone else is yelling at you, you just get angrier and angrier so...Relax”.

And the way you would get angry over everything when he got like that made him realize that...yes. Getting angry wouldn’t lead him anywhere.

Besides, he couldn’t help but almost laugh when you’d yell things like : “I’ve had enough of everything, why is this floor on the floor ?! Why is this wall so straight, but the roof ain’t ?! Why is salt so salty ?! And chili so spicy ?!”, because it was really ridiculous, and though his reasons to be angry were real, even if sometimes he lost his cool way too fast over not so important things...You’d make him realize that making a fuss about it wouldn’t make him win the argument.

Wouldn’t make the one he was angry at understand. Or the things he was angry about disappear. Bitching about mosquitoes wouldn’t solve his problems about the fact there was mosquitoes.

But still, even if he wouldn’t get angry-yelly, he would still get utterly mad sometimes, without being able to control himself, no matter how hard he tried !

In those instances, you’d flick him on the nose, or spray him with water like you’d do to an unruly cat, and it would get him by surprise and he would listen to you.

You discovered that he often got angry over injustice (he resembled Bruce a lot, to be honest), things that were quite out of his control. But he would also get angry when his pride was hit (like his early relationship with Batgirl, when they were kids, wasn’t the smoothest because of how much she teased him..).

In a word, he was short-tempered. And that’s just the way he was. When you were around, you always tried to calm him down by having fake tantrums, and such.

But when he was really really angry over something real, not just because indeed he was short tempered...you’d be there in another way.

You’d let him lash out at you. Yell. Scream. Throw and break things. And then when it felt like the right time, you’d go to him and just hold him against your heart, and he would instantly go from “I want to burn the World” to “I want my mommy to hold me forever”.

You’d hold him for hours on end, just so he could calm down. Hell, you held him, when he was a kid and tried to get away from your grasp to throw more things, resisting and taking his kicks...until he’d calm down and return your hug.

As a grown man, he wouldn't kick so much anymore, even at his angriest, he could never hurt you...But he still had the bad tendency to run his mouth, to say things he didn’t mean...It was alright.

You were there anyway. Ready to take in his change of heart, his change of mood, his silent apologies and just...hold him.

You were the one advising him to write a journal, to write his frustration. It always worked with you, and damn it worked with him (mentioned in this story : And when I’m gone… )

It was quite funny really, how sometimes you could see him scribble angrily in his notebook, breaking a few pens on the pages.

Of course, as he grew older, you and him made up strategies to get rid of his anger. One of the most efficient one ? You elaborated it when he left for Bludhaven, and you wouldn’t be there to help sooth him, to take the heat of his anger and then handle his cuddly regretful self.

First, he had to continue writing in his journal. Things he was thankful for, and things that frustrated him. Then, whenever he felt a surge of anger, whenever he thought he’d loose his tempter...He should go in a room on his own. Plug in some earphones. Put the volume of the music to the max, grab something to act as a mic and...Give the performance of his life.

It’s strange, and it took away all his anger, when he danced and lip sync as if he had lost his mind.

To be honest, the reason it soothed him that much, is because it reminded him of nights spend just you and him, when Alfred was in the cave monitoring the BatComputer, and Bruce was out fighting crimes, and you were going crazy. Eating to much ice cream. Putting the music too loud. And dancing and singing horribly, forgetting about all your troubles.

When you weren’t there, it was extremely effective, this technique you made just for him, because it felt as if you were actually there...but of course, it was easier when YOU were truly around.

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There was an angry Jason pre and post his death.

Before he died, he was just a kid, and the way he got angry reflected that.

He would get angry at rich people he encountered during galas and such he had to attend, because of how clueless and sheltered they were, or how they thought they were better than those who had no money...And you’d calm him down by teaming up with him to mock them.

To give them a sarcasm and wit fest.

You came from the same background than Jason, and you understood his frustration in those instances so would always find a fun way to take his mind off of it, even if it meant laughing at someone’s expense (usually, said someone would be an asshole anyway so...all fair and game).

He would get angry because teachers in school would treat him unfairly just because he was the great Bruce Wayne’s adopted son.

And knowing his background they’d always try to provoke him into doing something bad, even if that kid had the best grades in the entire class ! Some teachers in those fancy schools were utter rats.

Instead of going to the teachers and making things worst, you’d just tell your son, when he was angry because of this, to be the better man and just accept their provocation, to ignore them...It was a sure way to infuriate them without incriminating him.

And you were right. And oh the satisfaction to not fall in their trap and make them angry in return, was enough to calm Jason down.

He’d get angry at silly things.

Like not being able to open that cookie box and stuffs like that...Pre-death Jason was a sweet boy, and would only get angry over things that didn’t matter that much, making it very easy to sooth him with some jokes and ruffling of his hair. He would realize fast that getting angry because Dick ate his Chinese left over was a bit ridiculous in the end, dad and mom would just get more Chinese ! And Dick would have to watch without eating !! (Or not...).

Making him laugh was easy, and he craved love so much that he’d just calm down and cuddle you.

Post-death Jason though...When he came back...

When he came back he simply wasn’t the same anymore.

The pain of feeling like his father had let him down, like his father didn’t care enough to rid the world of that psychopathic clown...

The pain of feeling like you had let him down too...And Dick...and Alfred...

The pain of feeling like he just had lost another family.

He was constantly angry.

And there was nothing you could do about it. Nothing.

Jokes and smiles didn’t work anymore.

It took you a long time before you realized that the only way for him to stop being so angry all the time was to...let him.

Let him be angry. Let him use up all his anger resources, until it all dried up and he was ready to come back. To feel something else.

It hurt. Damn it hurt so bad to see him in such pain, and to see your Bruce too, suffering to no end because of this. It hurt that you couldn’t do much. That he didn’t want you to do anything.

It hurt.

Until one day, it almost didn’t.

Until one day, he snuck into the Manor to stole some of Alfred’s cookies (Alfred knew about this and always left some ont he kitchen counter because of this). And you were there.

And not at your best.

You were tired and sad, because both Dick and Bruce got hurt, and Tim was taking all the work without you being able to convince him to slow down.

You were over everything, thinking too much and more anxious than ever, so done with life...One of those burrito blanket moment you know ? And there came in Jason, and you were tired to argue.

You didn’t want to argue anymore. Didn’t want to feel only his anger. But there, as he saw your state, he...couldn’t help it.

He wanted to still be angry, but he wanted to make you feel better more.

And so he sat next to you. Ate cookies in silence. And somehow, things ended up with both of you crying in each others’ arms.

And this is how you found your new technique to counter post-death Jason’s anger.

You weren’t particularly proud of it, but if it could help him...Well you’d do it.

Each time your son was angry (often at his father), you’d take an exaggerated sad look, and he just couldn’t resist you. He knew what you were doing, but...he couldn’t get angry when you were sad.

He wanted you to be happy. Just like you made him so happy when he was younger...Just like you still made him happy as you proved him you still loved him, no matter what. Proved him you’d always be there.

And so his anger would disappear instantly, and he’d just sigh and goes to take you in his arms. Worked every time.

And it was very sweet to see, according to Bruce, who was ever so impressed by your talents to soothe any of them from “I. AM. GOING. TO. DESTROY. EVERYTHIIINNNNG !!!!” to “I’m a hurt puppy, please take care of me”.

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

With Tim, it depended on the level of anger.

You actually made a scale for him, as he was the most complex one when he was highly irritated.

The thing is, most of the time when he was angry, he didn’t really show it.

He would isolate himself, and sulk. Overwork to the point of exhaustion. Pass out on his computer with a cup of coffee in between his fingers.

And he would just stay in a constant state of annoyance, until he forgot because he was too tired to think straight...And you hated that.

Because it wasn’t healthy, and the kid was already stressed enough as it was. No need to add some unresolved anger on that.

On your scale from 1 to 72 (it was precise, but it was mostly another way to sooth your son, to amuse him with your antics...You’d tell him : “you’re between 4 and 9.8 right now, I suggest ice cream as a cure !”, and he couldn’t help but smile at the weirdly precise and yet broad way you’d calculate his “anger”), 1 to 15 was this type of anger. The one where he would just leave.

And when he was between 1 and 15, it meant you had to go annoy him a bit more, and force him to do something with you, so he could come back down.

It would usually mean drinking a lot of coffee and playing video games until your eyes hurt. And as soon as the controller would be in his hands, he would instantly stop brooding and transfer all his pent up emotions towards the screen.

When he was between 1 and 15, you’d just usually do something with him, eat and drink junk food, and it was enough to get him back to normal and want to be near you.

When he was between 16 and 38.3, he would voice the fact he was unpleased (he genuinely actually said “You displeased me” more than once to Damian).

“Funny” enough, this numbers on the scale would almost only happen while he would fight with one of his brother. Or his girlfriend, Stephanie.

He would crease his eyebrows in a cute way, straighten up, kinda mimicking his father’s demeanor, and would tell them off harshly.

He’d never yell, he would always stay calm, and it was almost scarier.

In those instances, you’d let him and whoever he fought with, wether one of his brothers or Steph’, figure things out for themselves.

Because sometimes, he needed to handle stuffs himself, and given the fact he rarely got angry, when he did, it was for a good reasons (at least angry at them).

You’d only intervene if it was getting too petty and out of hands (so...actually pretty often), and would calm ALL of them by promising some cookies and a good movie (yes, it was that easy when they were all starting to yell at each others). Your aura calming them instantly, for reasons even them weren’t sure to understand.

It was like you saying : “enough” took all their anger away, and made them realize they were fighting over something utterly stupid. And so when Tim was between 16 and 38.3, he either figured things himself and calmed down like this, or you’d intervene nicely but firmly and it was the end of it (and since he was often right in getting angry, he was the one allowed to come and demand cuddles from you).

When he was between 38.4 and 50, that was anger towards his dad, mostly. He would shout at him and telling him what he feels.

It wouldn’t be pretty. Sometimes Bruce would deserve it, in that case you would just go to your boy and calm him down with a hug.

Sometimes, Bruce wouldn't deserve in, and in that case, you’d go to your boy and calm him down by scolding him harshly and making him understand that lashing out on his father wasn’t the solution to get rid of his anger. And then...Then you’d give him a hug.

And finally, when he was between 51 and 72...It was a state he rarely was in. Absolutely furious. Out of his mind with anger. And it would often sprout in him in dire times...Like the day Bruce was thought to have died. Or Damian’s death. The day his parents were murdered in front of him. Or when he thought Steph’ was gone...

It was anger at himself, to the point he could hurt himself by punching object and such. To the point he wanted to hurt himself.

It was anger at the World for being such an asshole.

It was...Anger in its purest form.

And in those moments ? In those moments he needed you more than ever. Needed you to approach him slowly, while humming a song you used to sing to him as a child.

Needed you to reach to him, still humming, and turn his face to yours. Not say a thing. Just sing. And slowly wipe his tears away.

Needed you to cradle his head in your arms and hug him tight. And to only let go once he would stop shaking...

He just needed his mom, in those moments.

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

Damian needed air when he was getting angry.

He needed to not be in a closed space. To move. You discover that the first time you saw him actually angry. Not just annoyed. Angry.

He was angry at his father for not letting him go on an important mission, but letting Tim go. Refusing to understand their age difference and such.

He was throwing a proper tantrum and you got enough...You took hold of his arm, and ignored all his “UNHAND ME WOMAN !!”. Your relationship at the time was still fresh, but damn you weren’t about to let a kid rule things.

He was trained to be a killer, but he was still a ten year old kid, and Bruce had trained you too, and dragging him to the forrest behind Wayne’s Manor, though it wasn’t easy, was manageable.

You got him out in the forrest, ignoring his yells and such, and stopped there. Released him. He was pulling on your hand so much that he fell flat on his butt.

At first a bit confused, he was about to resume his bitching when...

-Scream.

You told him. He looked at you, puzzled, and you could tell it was an expression rarely seen on his face. He asked :

-What ?

-Go ahead. Let it go. Scream your lungs out.

There was a small silence, before he continued :

-I don’t understand. What’s the point of this ?

He didn’t even notice that his anger was already starting to subside.

You said, with a wide smile that made his heart flutter without understanding why (it was because he loved to see you happy, and your smile was soothing, even at that moment already, before he called you “mom”) :

-Oh ? The point ? Well...it’s very freeing. Here. Look.

You took a deep breath and, the loudest you could, screamed :

-FUCK EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING !!

You yelled, and the look of shock on your son’s face was enough to know you were on the right road to sooth him, to calm him. It was also hilarious.

First, he couldn’t believe you swore in front of him (Alfred hated when you did that), but second and most importantly...He couldn’t believe you were encouraging him to do it too !

You looked at him intently, and stopped him from leaving.

It was obvious you weren’t going to let him go until he screamed...And so, reluctantly and angrier than before, he started yelling.

To his surprise, it was...indeed really freeing.

He yelled and screamed, kicked trees and tore away grass, he..kinda turned into the cutest little human-tiger ever (it’s what came to your mind as you saw him lash out...it was adorable).

When he calmed down and collapsed on the floor, exhausted, you thought it would be good to remind him that he’s not the supreme controller, master and proprietor of anything and everything around him.

That everything can’t always go his way, and that in life, a lot of times, people will tell him “no” (well, that wasn’t really true, he was a Wayne after all...but for the sake of stopping his little fits, you had to make your point !).

You tried to show him that he couldn’t do just as he wanted, and get mad when it didn’t work out, or when someone told him he couldn’t do it.

You made sure that he’d know to always stand up for himself and not accept authority blindly, oh no, you could tell people to “fuck off” sometimes (Alfred’s ears were tingling). But you couldn’t just be mad for not having things your way.

This was the first time you saw him angry, and the first technique you found to calm him down. The most efficient one.

A few times, you saw him fight with one of his brother, or friends (Jon mainly), and he would go out in the forest to yell and kick trees (he hurt his ankle once, and called you...you gave him a piggyback ride back and he fell asleep on your shoulder, too damn cute).

But this was for mild anger. For when things just weren’t going his way and he felt frustrated. You never told him to stop having those fits, just to not take his anger on everyone and just go and scream his frustration.

It would usually end up in him coming back and clinging to you because he felt ashamed to have lost his temper so quickly and wanted reassurance. You’d happily obliged. Hell, sometimes, he’d even give you that “look”, that meant : “I’m about to loose it”, and you would go with him out, to scream with him.

But again, this were just childish tantrums, mild anger and general frustration.

He had another level of anger. The one that turned him into a fury. The one that made him lost all constructed thought and that made him want to turn to violence to chill.

The one that would make him bash criminals’ heads in, getting reprimanded by his dad to not be so rough with low-lives and getting even angrier !

To counter this kind of anger ? It took you longer to find than to counter his tantrums. Actually, you were desperate to find a way to calm him down in those moments when one day, after a particularly rough day he had....

He lost it.

Damian got extremely mad and no one could calm him down. He was destroying half the cave, out of control, ignoring his father’s stern voice, his brothers trying to calm him down and Alfred trying to too...When, out of frustration, you yelled at him :

-What do you want from us ?!

He stopped breaking things to turn to you, tears in his eyes, and he choked up on his words, not able to say it.

But you understood.

Bruce told you he got mad because they saw Talia and R’as, and the latter told Damian he only let him live to serve his purpose.

He got angry because the people who were suppose to love him used him, and though maybe his biological mother loved him in her own twisted way...it was just too much, for a ten year old boy.

And so he lost it.

And there, as you lost your temper to and asked him what he wanted...He turned to you, eyes filled with tears and unable to speak.

And you understood.

Love. Care. To not be used. To be his own person, and not “something” created to “rule the world”. To not let his past define him. To make his dad proud. To make his brothers proud. To make Alfred proud. To make you, whom he just started to call mother (which is why seeing Talia fucked him up even more), proud. But most of all...

To be loved. For what he is. For who he is. To feel loved.

And as he was about to resume his fury, you went to him and held him tight against yourself, running your fingers through his hair quite like you did to his father and...It worked.

Instantly.

He collapsed in your arms. Wrapped himself around you, wouldn’t let it go.

And from that day on, whenever his anger was too much for his little body to hold, he would skip destroying everything and would just come clinging to you, not letting go, not caring if people called him a “mama’s boy” because you soothed him beyond all measure. Because he needed you more than anything. Because he needed you to let go of his pent up anger, of all the bad things from his past...

Besides, being a mama’s boy ? It was hardly something he was embarrassed about. Cause like, hello ? He had the best mom ever.

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

Yes. You were their stress relief.

The only one who could understand them, and act accordingly.

The only one who knew how to actually “tame” a Wayne.

And even if you had no other talents (which wasn’t true), you’d be fine with just that. With just being able to get your boys, husband included, from “extreme anger” to “putty”.

FIN.

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I wrote that in half an hour while I initially planned to spend a few days on it so it could actually be good, but I never had time, got mad/frustrated (fits with the theme) and just...Wrote it fast. I won’t bother you with my problems so I’ll just say : hope you enjoyed it even if...Yeah. Not even have the energy to be harsh on my own work. So. Thanks for reading, and if you wanna leave some feedback it’d be very appreciated.

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“My mom is better than yours” - Batmom x Damian Wayne

Summary : The Kent family have invited your family over for dinner, and of course, as usual, Damian and Jon don’t quite...behave.

I just wanted to write a short little cute fic with Damian and his mama because I just love the idea of Damian being super proud of his Batmom and blahblahblah maybe it’s a bit too long sorry. I hope you will like it :

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

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Bruce thought it was extremely cute, how Damian’s eyes always seem to shine when looking at you. How his face brightens. Even how ashamed he is when you scold him when he’s too cocky, or simply being a plain brat.

The kid thought you were just the best damn thing on this planet.

He admired everything you did...

The Batman had to admit it, sometimes, he was a bit jealous.

But mostly, he just thought it was really cute, to see his boy completely accepting you as his mother. Hell, he was even calling you “Mama” (damn period dramas) now !

You were the one he considered his mom (Talia actually tried to kill you a few times because of that, jealous beyond everything of you and the love “her” son seemed to have for you...She tried harder when Damian told her that she was “never his mom”, that you showed him what a real mother was, and also, when she realized how in love Bruce was with you, while she had to drug him to get him to sleep with her...Yeah, pretty jealous. You always pulled through though, mostly thanks to your boys, husband and superfriends).

Well, to be honest, he never doubted the fact that you’d get along with him. You had a special effect on people. If you really put your mind to it, you can convince anyone to do what you want, you can win anyone’s heart in a little flutter of your damn beautiful eyelashes...

When Damian first met you, he was most disagreeable, and you...grounded him. “Young man, in your room, no dessert for you tonight”, and he was so stunned that he did it, though he didn’t even listen to his father at the time, and thought he knew everything better than everyone ! He knew you only for a few minutes, and he already had more respect for you than for anyone else.

Sometimes, Bruce suspected that you might be a meta-human, because the power you could have over people with your magnificent aura was...something. But he tested you in every way possible, and he had to admit that, you were just like him. A simple human. A simple human with incredible abilities.

Yes. Bruce always thought it was extremely cute the way his son, your son to the both of you, almost worshipped you.

Well, your older kids did too. Again, there was just a way about you...

You started dating Bruce when he first took young Richard Grayson in, about twelve years ago (right after Talia drugged him actually), when he was barely 8 years old and heartbroken because of his parents’ death...And though you were merely twenty, quite younger than Bruce really, you took your job as a surrogate mother for Dick very seriously. Quickly, the boy asked you if he could call you mom, if his own mother would be mad and...well, the hug you gave him was answer enough. Though he was twenty and had his own flat in Bludhaven now, Dick was still quite the momma’s boy.

It was pretty much the same with Jason. You winked at him and told him it was pretty cool and brave to try and steal the batmobile’s wheels, and boom, you had him wrapped around your little fingers. He lived for your bedtime stories and cuddle when he had trouble sleeping.

Tim was even easier to treat you like his mom. After only a few months he was already introducing you as his mother, and that was that. Just natural. Unlike Jason and Dick, his birth mother wasn’t exactly...the best, and you gave him a chance to have a real mom. One that would die for her son, do anything for him, even if it meant staying up all night to sing him soothing songs while he had the flu, putting ridiculous costumes to go trick or treating with him, or, more recently, since he was now 15 (already ?!), gaming with him until you’d both pass out out of exhaustion.

Quite like Tim, Damian never had the love of a “real” mother. How it should be. The mom taking care of her son, no matter what. Not letting him do whatever he wants, but making sure he’s happy...and so, just like his older brothers before him, he came to simply adore you.

Once, Bruce took him up to the League’s watchtower to see you because it was your turn to watch over the World (and though he would never admit it that it was the actual reason, because he was missing you), and everyone present were shocked to see how much of a different boy he was with you.

When with you, he was nice, unsure sometimes, but you always got words to calm his insecurities and self-doubts. When with you, he was the sweetest little twelve year old boy ever. When with you, he wasn’t bratty at all, and didn’t look down on anyone. He was himself, the boy he should have been if the League of Assassin didn’t steal his childhood. It was obvious he would protect you at all cost, and the love you had for him knew no bound.

Yes, the relationship between you and your son was a tight one. And though it made Bruce jealous on occasions, as he had more difficulties bonding with Damian, he was sure glad that you had each others, and his heart always beat fast when he sees you two laugh together because one or the other made a stupid joke.

Of course, most of the times, you’d include him in too. Damian was glad that his father would join (though he’d never admit it) and you...Well, Bruce was the love of your life, you always enjoyed spending time with him. And you tried everything you could for him to get along with Damian, succeeding often but...sometimes Bruce just felt like he had to leave the two of you together.

But sometimes, he hated it too. When the both of you would create an alliance against him...and tickle him until he begged for you to stop for example (he would throw you off of him, but he was to afraid to hurt you for that). Or when you voted against him on a movie choice...Well to be honest, chances are, if you really want to watch a movie, you’ll convince everyone to watch it, even him. But yeah, it could be very frustrating how close you and Damian were, partner in crime till the end and all.

Like today. Though it wasn’t so much frustrating as it was annoying. But he kinda expected it...As soon as you and him accepted the invite to dinner over the Kents, he knew that things wouldn’t go all smooth.

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

You’re the one that convinced Bruce to say “yes” to Clark when he asked you guys if you wanted to come over for dinner next Friday. Because you thought it was important for your boys to get out of Gotham sometimes. You convinced Bruce to go over Metropolis, and let Batgirl and Batwoman take care of Gotham. To enjoy some family times. And hey, he could never resist you.

Turned out though, that Dick was busy that night, he didn’t exactly told you what he was busy with, but it involved one of his friend’s twenty first birthday.

Jason too, wasn’t available, as he promised Starfire and Arsenal to keep his free night of the week for them (you made a deal a long time ago, with all the members of your family, that at least one night a week, they’d rest).

Tim had an important project to finish for school, and was freaking out enough for you not to force him to come.

So much for a nice family outing...Still, you knew you were gonna enjoy that dinner in Metropolis, with your youngest and your beloved husband.

Maybe you thought too fast...

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

Your helicopter ride from Gotham to Metropolis was fast and pleasant, as you looked down at the landscape going through, while the sun was settling down.

You expected a car to wait for you to bring you to the Kent’s house but...Well, Kent was there himself.

-Hey (Y/N), nice to see you ! Bruce, Damian !

Clark calls, with a bright smile. He kisses you on the cheek (you two feign to ignore Bruce stiffening slightly) and shakes your husband and son’s hand.

-Hey Clark, it’s nice to see you too. Hi Jon.

You plant a kiss on Superman’s boy, and he blushes a bit. Damian glares at him...How dare he ? Yeah ok you’re the one that gave him a kiss, but...well, only him and his brothers had the right to be kissed on the cheek by you like that !

You looked at your son, and gave him “that look” that meant : “behave, or else...”, of course, he didn’t know what the “or else” was, but he would never risk it. You could be scary when angry (he still remembers you kicking his highly trained biological mother’s ass after he came back to life and she came back to try to take him away with her...it was frightening, the way you fought and was furious).

You give the same look to Bruce, as you can see him already frowning, and he straighten and forces a smile for Clark.

Superman cannot stop himself from chuckling. Oh you were one of his best friend, and he just loved the way you put the bat back in his place. Though, his smug expression annoyed you and...you gave him the look too, making his smirk fall from his face.

The only one you didn’t glare at was Jon, who just seemed genuinely happy to be here, and was smiling widely at you. You smiled back, making Damian glare some more (while you weren’t looking at him).

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

-Oh gosh Lois, you surpassed yourself this time !

You smile brightly at your host, and she smiles back, but before she can respond to your praise, you hear your boy’s voice say :

-Tt. I think you’re a better cook mother.

You don’t even have time to give the famous “batmom glare at your son” that Jon jumps in, standing up, pointing his fork at his “friend” :

-Hey ! That’s enough ! You’ve been saying your mom is better than mine all night. You think you’re sly and discreet about it but I can hear you with my super hearing and there’s only so much I can take ! You shut up now !

It’s funny, how neither you nor Lois, or your respective husband, are able to utter even a word, or to say anything, because those two boys just ignore you all and oh god now they’re standing in front of each other in a fighting stance.

-It isn’t my fault if my mom is better than yours !

-No she isn’t ! No one’s better than my mum ! And she’s the best cook !

-Oh really ? Remember when you came home last week and said it was the best meal you ever ate ? SHE cooked it because Alfred wasn’t feeling well !

-It was only a figure of speech ! To be nice !

-Right sure, doesn’t even matter, you still said it was the best, hence, my mom is the best cook !

Jon’s fist tighten, and Bruce and Clark are ready to intervene any minute...just if necessary though,because they’re more and more curious about how this little debate is going to end. Will their mother stop them ? Or will they let them go to see who had more arguments about which one was the best mom ?

According to your amused smile, and Lois’ curious look, they guessed it was gonna be the latter option. Good.

-Ok, maybe, but my mom’s smarter ! She won a pulitzer price !

-She only won one because she wrote something about your father ! It’s easy to write about something you know so well and love ! Besides, she had him there for any questions she wanted to ask !

Clark exchange a loving look with Lois at the fond memories of her story on him. Yes, he was definitely always there when she had a question...

-But she still won a pulitzer price ! Did you mom won a pulitzer price ?

-No, but her books sold millions more than your mom’s ! And intelligence isn’t measured by the ability to write !

-Yeah well then why d’you say she sold more books if it doesn’t matter ?

-Because it proves she’s the best !

-It only proves people buy her stuffs because her name is “Wayne” !

At those words, you stiffen a bit, and now, Bruce and Clark are ready to stop you should you jump on Jon for his words...You hated when people attributed your success as a writer to you being married to the famous Mr. Wayne, because you were selling millions of books before you even met him ! Fortunately, your son is there to defend you :

-Don’t talk about what you don’t know ! She was selling millions even before she even started dating my dad ! And I’m pointing it out really because she’s way more successful in the writing area than your mom, so she’s the best !

-She didn’t win a pulitzer price !

-Only because they said they wouldn’t give it to her because everyone would think it was because she was a Wayne !

-I thought she was selling millions before being a Wayne !

-Yeah, when she was not even twenty, they thought her writing was still too immature to earn a pulitzer, and then she got with my dad and now she can’t win one without people saying she cheated so...And besides your mom didn’t even had her own regular articles in the Daily Planet before she reached 34 !

It was Lois’ turn to stiffen. She gave you a glance, meaning something like : “Hey, your kid’s going too far there, it’s not easy to be journalist in a place like Metropolis !”, but before you can scold your son, Jon continues :

-It’s not because she became famous later that she’s not more worthy and a better writer than your mom ! And even if Mrs Wayne is better at that, well she’s still less smart !

-My mom has four PHD, and she got them before she was twenty one ! She’s a genius !

-...Oh yeah ? Well my mom can dance like no one !

-I bet she’s not as good as my mom.

Your boys whip around to face the two of you and...Are they waiting for you guys to dance ? Oh no way Jose you’re not going to dance to settle a stupid fight.

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

You ended up dancing. And playing chess. And attempting backflips. Oh, not forgetting the famous “best scolding mom contest”...And of course, the famous “most creative punishment you can come up with on the spot if your kid misbehave”...Your sons showered the two of you under waterfalls of compliments, and though Lois gave a good fight, you won all of the “contest” Damian and Jon created, in front of slightly lost husbands. How did that happen again ? How did they arrive here, right there right now, answering questions their sons asked like “Who would you say is the best kisser ? Hey mom, kiss Superman so he can now, and Mrs. Kent, kiss my dad, so it’s settled”...They were wondering how it happened when it seemed like it was finally the end of the “best mom war” between Damian and Jon.

And there was a winner.

You.

Though you clearly didn’t care, and neither did Lois really. She already knew you were better than her at most things, but you were cheating. You were indeed a genius, who got trained by the goddamn Batman ever since she was twenty ! Of course you’d be better than her...No hard feeling though, because you had no idea you were better. Hell, you were so full of insecurities that you most often didn’t know you were better than most people you met. On the contrary, you always thought people were superior to you, no matter what your sons and husband would say.

Lois thought it was cute, how oblivious you were. Even then, in front of your son and his friend fighting and proving you were better, you still didn’t believe it, not reacting at all.

-HAHA ! SO IT’S DONE ! My mother is the best.

Damian says triumphantly. Jon grumbles a weak answer, cross his arms and turn away, and even your son gotta admit that his pout is very cute and he feels just a bit guilty. Really just a bit, cause he just proved his mother was the best, as he always knew. He turns to you, smiling and...Oh, you don’t look happy.

Why don’t you look happy ? He said so many nice things about you...In front of his unsure face, you cannot help but smile, but you don't come to him. No, you go to Jon, and turn his face to you.

-Hey Jonny boy.

The boy doesn’t answer, looking worriedly at his own mother. He wasn’t able to defend her against a verbal attack, what would he do if he had to defend her against actual enemies ? Actual bad guys, and not just his best friend being annoying ? You continue :

-You know, it doesn’t matter what Damian says. Of course for him I’m going to be the best, I’m his mom. And of course Lois is the best in your eyes, she’s yours. It doesn’t matter those little games you settled. The only thing that matters, is what you feel in your heart.

With a sigh of defeat, Jon says :

-But you won everything. You’re the best !

You shake your head and gives him a gentle smile, ignoring your son’s scoff (you’ll deal with him later). You add :

-Again, it doesn’t matter. Only your heart Jon, only your heart. What do you feel in your heart ?

Shyly, Jon turns to you and say :

-That my mom is the best.

-Then your mom is the best.

-...really ?

-Yes.

-As simple as that ?

-Yes. Everything don’t have to be a fair competition with rules and such. Some things cannot be explained. Like the love from a son to a mother...

You turn to your own kid, and grab him by the arm, squeezing him in your arms. Damian’s eyes widen in surprise, and he’s too stunned to react.

-...Or the love from a mother to a son.

Jon now smiles widely, showing all of his teeth, and goes to hug his own mom. Of course, Lois wraps him up in a loving embrace (you can almost hear your two idiots of husbands sighing because of the cuteness of the scene, their wives holding their kids like that).

-I love you my boy, so so so so so so much.

You whisper in Damian’s ear. He cannot help but smile, and hugs you back, ignoring his surrounding. It’s just you and him. In each others arms. You’ll never let him go, he knows.

-I love you too mom. More than so so so so so so much. You’re the best. Truly.

You chuckle lowly, and finally pull away from his embrace. You turn to Jon who let go of his mom too. Yyou can feel Damian stiffens as the other boy grins at him provocatively, like “see, my mom too is the best, your mom said it herself”.

You know you have to diffuse the bomb before it starts all over again, and you say :

-Jon, didn’t you speak about a new fighting video games you got for your birthday, and how great you are at it ?

Jon’s face lightens :

-I’m the best at it !

Damian scoffs and says :

-Oh yeah ? I’d like to see that !

-Well, you two can go play AFTER dessert !

Lois tells them. And they’re totally fine with this, yes, after dessert. That’s great. Just like said dessert, so good.

**********

You sip on your coffee cup as you look tenderly at your boy and Jon playing video games in the living room. Lois is next to you and sighs :

-Oh they’re so cute.

-Yes Lois, yes they are...But my son’s cuter.

She snaps her gaze on you, but cannot help but laugh at your mischievous smile and wink. Oh you. She was glad you were amongst her friends.

Unknowing to the both of you, your husband were staring at you, love and awe in their eyes, a stupid smile on their faces. They finally snapped out of their confused haze as to what was happening (took them long enough, so long in fact, that you didn’t even hear their voice of the entire evening), and were looking over their son with pride that they defended their mother so fiercely...Clark, with a content sigh, says :

-Damn I love her. She’s just so awesome.

-Yes,Lois is great but...(Y/N)’s so much better. And you know it. Everyone does. Even your kid. And I love her more than you love Lois. No questions about that.

FIN.

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