#doting husband!Bruce

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I feel like doting wife would introduce Bruce to cheap Swiss miss hot chocolate and he would become (secretly) obsessed. It becomes his go-to little treat.

I feel like the opposite happens

"I don't really like hot chocolate but thank you-"

"You'll like this," Bruce assured you, brushing a kiss against your temple as Alfred set down a cup of hot chocolate for you. You'd come home soaked to the skin and teeth chattering.

If this were a cartoon, you would have been blue and dripping icicles..

Bruce, evidently wasn't the only one concerned. How Alfred had found the time to add the extra flourishes, Bruce would never know but. He appreciated it. And he could tell that you did too, even if you didn't have any particular urge to drink it.

You took a sip tentatively. And he could practically see you thaw out. It was satisfying. You melted literally and figuratively. "This is good. Did they come out with a new flavor or-"

"Madam," Alfred sniffed, suppressing a smile with difficulty, "There has never been hot chocolate mix in this house and I refuse to allow it. That's from scratch."

"Amazing."

"Thank you," Alfred said, cheeks coloring just slightly. "I live to please."

[makethatelevenrings]

Day 11: Lingerie w/ Bruce Wayne

Kinktober Masterlist

“You’re trying to kill him,” Diana mused from beside you. A smirk settled across your lipstick stained lips and you tried to cover it up by bringing your champagne flute up.

“I have no idea what you mean,” you hummed. It was Bruce’s idea to hold a charity gala on your wedding anniversary. You were just playing the part of a good, doting wife.

“You’re the only person able to fuck with his head so, frankly, I encourage it. Besides, you look good.”

The Amazonian’s eyes darted over your form appreciatively and you nudged her with your elbow, your grin firmly settling into place.

“Now, Diana, you’re testing him.” You were well aware of the stares you were garnering, especially the heavy gaze of your husband. The diamond on your finger caught the light and gleamed at him from across the room. The diamond he had placed years earlier and, conveniently, forgot the date when planning this gala.

“I could take him in a fight,” she muttered into her wine. Your laughter echoed through the ballroom and even more faces turned to stare at you. You winked at a couple standing nearby and the man flushed a bright red.

Listen, maybe you were playing with fire.

But maybe your husband made you play dress up on the one night a year you made him stay home and dote on you. So sue you. He might be vengeance, but you weren’t a simple flower either. Bruce married you because you were one of the only people that went toe to toe with him without backing down. Some might call him foolish. Tabloids stated that he should have settled down with a quieter woman.

Bruce was delighted by you, sharp tongue and all. In fact, he regularly let you loose on anyone who pissed him off. Lex Luthor was your usual target but you had yet to see his shiny head.

“Oooo, here he comes,” Diana sang. “I’m going to steal some hors d'oeuvres. Have good sex.”

  You raised your champagne flute in farewell and cheers. “Will do.”

Bruce made his way through the crowd, his blue eyes fixed on you. With a dismissive wave of your hand, you turned around and started to walk towards the doors that led to the main part of the manor. You knew that he would follow. His pursuit was nearly silent as he slipped through the crowds easily. He was Bruce Wayne yet, at the same time, the Batman was helping him melt in the shadows and away from the people milling about who wanted to ask him inane questions.

You slipped out of the ballroom and into the hallway that led to the main foyer and then up the stairs to the family portion of the manor. The top of the line security system recognized you instantly and didn’t trip any alarms. You drifted down the hallway towards the main bedroom, noting that the sounds of footsteps had silenced.

A hand enclosed around your elbow and you turned to face Bruce. The light from the chandelier framed you, a halo of light licking at your head and crowning you with gold. It lit up the thin metallic filigree that lined the edges of your dress and dipped against the deep v-cut of the top that went down, down, down, revealing the lacy black bra you wore underneath.

“You will be the death of me one day,” he whispered, reverence in every word. Bruce reached up and touched your neck where the diamond necklace he gave you last anniversary rested.

“I hope not,” you hummed. “I plan on keeping you around for a long, long time.”

You pulled away from him and continued your walk to your bedroom. As you walked, you reached up and clasped the zipper that rested low on your back. Unzipping it, you let your dress pool at your feet, revealing the black teddy you wore underneath.

The lace pulled snugly across your breasts, cupping you in the right places and adding lift, and draped across your stomach before the hem ended just at the lack of fabric covering your pussy, an open cutout just for him.

“Happy anniversary, Mr. Wayne,” you said. “I bought this with your card, by the way.”

His hands reached for the tie wrapped around his throat and you smirked before heading towards the bed. The door slammed behind you, lock clicking into place.

Worked every time.

[ninjaturtlemaniac]

Part 9 Trolls Headcanons/ Theories/ Thoughts/ Ideas

Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part5 Part6 Part7 Part8 Part10

Trolls - Hard Candy = Hard Drugs 🍭

Boom - Floyd's solo music helped Boom when he was coming out. 🏳️‍🌈

Floyd - high pain tolerance and godlike levels of patience.

Floyd - has been to rehab for hard candy, is currently 10 years sober. Now advocates for health and wellness in Pop Village.

Floyd - Broke up with several ex's when he found they were all only using him for his fame. 💔

Bruce - can and will reorganize someone else's kitchen to what he deems is more efficient.

Bruce - always the first to volunteer to babysit other Troll's kids. Not that he doesn't appreciate his own children, he just loves being about to dote on kids he can actually hold on his hip and carry in his hair. Just being able to do the little Troll things he can't do with his own giant kids.

Bruce - noone on the island knew about his 'past life' except for Brandy. (Canon?)

Clay - had to quit being the Fun Boy cold turkey so that the Putt Putt Trolls would trust in his leadership.

Clay - I imagine a running gag that random Trolls keep calling him Viva's boyfriend/husband, and he keeps trying to correct them, but he is always cut off or they immediately forget. At some point a random Troll is like "What, is Viva not good enough for you?" And he is so exhausted from fighting it, he just gives up and rolls with it.

Clay - will stay up to sunrise reading 'just one more chapter'

John Dory - when doing outdoor work, his brothers silently bet how long it takes before JD is unnecessarily shirtless.

John Dory - ends up helping with raising and handling the critters kept in the village. E.g rearing orphaned Cuddle Pups, shearing the Puffalos, breaking in the Adorabulls, taming wild flyer bugs.

John Dory - when living on his own, he would only come back to civilization just before the start of winter when it would be harder to forage and hunt food. He would spend a week or so stocking up on supplies, interact with the locals, then disappear again.

Rhonda - really likes rolling around in mud, especially after she's just been cleaned. JD > 😑

Random One - the medals that I designed for Clay and Viva's knighthood are supposed to be designed after the Troll Tree.

[jasonsmirrorball]

second star (988)

part of the dad!jason au. reader is referred to as 'mommy', female child original character, child illness, angst, allusions to canon relationships, bruce + dick make an appearance, happy ending.

your daughter falls ill when she's about four years old. it's the kind of sickness that leaves her bed-ridden for a while, her little coughs echoing down the hall while you make her soup with a tight heart. jason fares worse, tension lining his brow and you can see the shards of his broken heart glimmering in his eyes every time she cries.

he reads to her a lot, his drowsy, tired girl curled up in his arms while he turns the pages of her favourite book. the edges of the paper are softened from the years, the scrawl of her name on the front page wobbly and overlapping the title. most times, she falls asleep before he can finish the first chapter, but it's fitful, full of shallow breaths and restless murmuring. he doesn't leave her bedside, and in the end, neither do you, taking up residence in the armchair beside her bed while her father – too big for the princess bed her beloved uncle had bought her last year – hangs his legs off the bed frame.

she cries when you hold her as jason changes her bedding, her muscles aching in time with your heart. her curls are damp with sweat, her face with tears. you murmur promises to her, kissing her salt-tracked face, i know, baby, i know. it'll be quick, i promise. daddy just has to put new covers on.

sickness is no stranger to jason's family, who've had their fair share of broken bones and other wounds. still, they come by and you watch them try their best to hide their worry. dick, kneeling by his best girl's bed and softly tucking a curl behind her ear. hi, sweetheart, he murmurs sweetly, doing okay? 'course you are, brave girl. he presses brand new stuffed toy into her arms, tucking the giraffe under the covers.

he leaves her with a hug, and you watch jason follow him out of the room, unwilling to let his older brother go just yet. the front door remains shut, and you know that they've gravitated to the kitchen, low voices muffled through the walls. you turn to your girl, her tired eyes fixed on the orange splotches, mouth open as she touches its ears. mama, look. like on tv, she says tiredly, and you grin.

when you get better, we can write dickie a card to say thank you, huh?

one by one, the rest of the family come to visit their girl. and jason says very little, face stiffer and more solemn than he ought to be at his twenty nine years old, but you know him. he's glad they're here. devastated about why. terrified as to what might come.

he'd cried the night she was born, more than once. the first time he'd seen her, tiny, wrinkled thing that she was. the first time he'd held her – his whole world, right in the palm of his hands, he'd told you later that night in a whisper, watercolour eyes tearful and not for the first time that night. didn't ever think i would get here. thought maybe i got lucky with you, he had confessed. my luck can't be so bad if i've got her, too.

you knew he was remembering those words, remembering the ones he'd told you he loved you for the first time. i'm a cursed man, sweetheart. you'd be better off with someone else. and yet...and yet i'm too selfish not to tell you i want you. i love you.

it seems especially cruel a joke of fate to allow him this chance at happiness, and threaten it so quickly.

the doctor comes and goes. bruce pays for it before the man has left the room, and you think your husband might come to physical blows with his father, in the living room, when he finds out. he doesn't. 's not for me, he tells you later, when your baby girl has fallen asleep, his face pressed into your neck. he loves her, too.

and you can't deny it, the way your father-in-law dotes on her. the grumpy old man is wrapped around her littlest finger, as charmed as you've ever seen him when your firefly seeks him out at family gatherings. she spends most of dinner by his side, insistent on sitting next to papa, much to your chagrin and reminder of her manners. it's fine, he assures you quietly. she's much better behaved than any of my children.

you know that it simultaneously warms and embitters your husband, to watch him be so good with your daughter.

she gets better slowly.

the worst of it passes in the slowest night of your life, spent wetting rags and coaxing her to take the medicine she'd been prescribed, feeding bites of food to her while holding back your own fearful tears. jason takes over when she starts to throw a tantrum, only to run out of steam and cry quietly. you have to leave the room for a moment, struggling to catch your breath.

hey, he murmurs, from the next room. you think you can take a bite for me? i know, angel, but you gotta eat something. tell you what, i'll help you finish this, and when you're better, you, me and mommy are gonna go on a trip. anywhere you want.

beach? you hear her feeble voice suggest and he hums.

yeah. you wanna go swimming?

uh-huh.

the bowl is empty by the time you return, and you don't know if it's hope that colours your vision and puts rose in the apples of her cheeks. but jason seems to see it too, and you see grief and relief in his eyes when he catches your gaze. you stand by the bed, and his fingers find yours. in her pyjamas, your girl points to the book on her bedside table.

she stays awake to see the end of the book.

i don't know what spurred this on but i wanted to rip my heart out a little. unnamed todd baby you are the light of my life. i kept thinking about that poem about the father who got his sick daughter plums and just about in general how fathers love. it makes me so ill especially thinking about my own but i wanted to put jason in that situation and do it while trying to stay true to canon (somewhat). anyway. hope u liked this. it's unedited and hastily written but i hope it makes you feel something.

[stealingyourbones]

IF ALFRED IS CLOCKWORK AND CLOCKWORK IS LIKE DANNYS FATHER TO MOST OF THE FANDOM DOES THAT MEAN HES BRUCES BROTHER??

What if we add dark ages to it (Pretty sure that’s the ship name for CW and PD)

Imagine that reveal. “Surprise! I’m a god, you have a brother, and I’m married to the old king of ghosts!”

YES! YES.

Bro Danny as Bruce’s older brother fics are nonexistent and I Need. Them.

Having the pariah dark/clockwork ship in it would be truly incredible. Imagine knowing your father figure has a husband you never knew about and that said husband was a merciless ruler. (Alfred insists that it wasn’t that bad. Danny slipped him some books about Ghost Zone history and Bruce thinks that Alfred might’ve been underselling it by a lot.)

OLDER BROTHER DANNY BRAINROT ENSUES. Danny being a classic like good older bro and doting on Bruce and teasing him who also would fight literally anyone that talks shit about his baby brother. (Lets say that in this situation, Danny is a few years older than Bruce.)

The shovel talk Danny gives Superman would be legendary. Also Danny absolutely spoils his nephews and nieces with rare ghost zone artifacts no doubt in my mind.

[valsnonsense]

The Fleek Family

Floyd please to stop crying for two seconds you're ruining the updated family portrait-

FLEEK FAMILYYY!! Don't worry Floyd's only crying cuz he's not ready for both his babies to be grown up he wants them to stay babies forever!

When Floyd and Creek were down in the Depths, the two didn't think they were ever getting out. So when their relationship progressed rather quickly, and lived briefly with the Original Trolls, the two actually eloped! So when they DID find a way out, Floyd not only had to reintroduce Creek to Troll society, but had to introduce him as his newly-minted husband! Yeah that was rough day lol

Floyd and Creek were actually the first of the fam (aside Bruce) to start having kids. When Floyd found out he was carrying an egg, the two were over the moon about it, but scared as well. With Floyd's weakened physical state, his hair couldn't wrap around the egg properly, requiring him to manually incubate it, along with Creek's help. Rosebud did hatch a bit prematurely, but with lots of care, she grew up to be strong and healthy.

Now Snowdrop is where things get interesting. When Rosebud was eight years old, she found a small, white egg abandoned out in the woods after a huge snowstorm. When she brought it into the house, Floyd and Creek immediately raced it to a hospital. The egg was weak and cold, and the doctors told them outright itd be lucky to survive. But Floyd and Creek were stubborn, and did EVERYTHING they could to save it. And it worked! The egg hatches, revealing a solid white, Original Troll. They're not sure how an original egg made it to the surface, but they scooped them up anyway and raised them as their own, naming them Snowdrop.

In present day, the whole family still lives together out on the outskirts of Trollstopia, in the more rural areas of the city on a large ranch (think stardew valley). Floyd is a motherhen from hell who's constantly doting on his babies, making sure they dress warmly when they leave, asking if they ate breakfast that morning, fussing whenever they come home with any injury whatsoever (Which is mainly Rosebud cuz she's out there fighting criminals lol), while Creek just laughs in the background. He'd say something but he knows his kids love the attention and worrying keeps Floyd happy so he just let's it happen

And that's the Fleek fam!! I'll be posting a new OC tomorrow, who's not an only child, her siblings will only be seen in the family portrait~

[madaboutmunson]

So in my fic “I Think I Could Have Been Someone” (Link in pinned post on my profile if you’re interested 😊) Steve is living as two people. One is the rockstarSteve I normally share with you, decadent, leather, rings, chains etc but he has his other side.

“He’s just like you. He’s all-American doting husband, one of the guys, hard working on music so your work day isn’t so bad, Steve Harrington.”

Well…whilst the cameras and lights are on him at least 😉

Original album cover Born In The USA by Bruce Springsteen

[bruciemilf]

Wayne Manor by Unpretty on Ao3 has imaculate unhinged and in love Wayne’s and poor unsuspecting Alfred vibes. Thomas and Martha have a sword fight full of flirting while baby Bruce is So Done with his parents.

Here’s the description “Thomas and Martha Wayne are Gotham's most famous martyrs. They used to be a wife and a husband, a mother and a father, doting parents. They could also be cunning, wicked, glamorous, decadent; an heir and a gold-digger, beautiful people in a beautiful house. It takes a certain kind of parents to make a man like Bruce Wayne, and Alfred can't take all the blame. He can't even take most of it.”

Noted!!

[dairy-farmer]

Thinking about that ask you got with principal Bruce and student Tim and imagine when (bc it's a when, not an if lmao) Tim gets pregnant

He's in a low budget school now, so teen pregnancy is sadly common, but Tim is so tempted to drop out, sick of the judging stares and the stress of school work

But Bruce has him stay, just so he can watch Tim's belly swell with each passing month, see his little slut waddle the halls of the school, and at every given opportunity, Bruce has Tim bent over a desk or pressed up against a wall so he can fuck into his tight, pregnant pussy

I imagine Bruce also gets custody of Tim, like as a foster parent? Maybe even adopts him so that he can have easier access to Tim's pussy. He also "adopts" Tim's baby so that he can keep them close, and no one finds it strange, not even when summer break hits and by the time school has started again, Tim has another bump steadily growing under his sweater

Just another little whore, failed by the public school system. No one suspects that it's his principal/foster/adopted dad who keeps Tim nice and full of cum and babies for the rest of his school career and beyond!

YES!!!!!!!!!!!! tim gets pregnant and no one bats an eye because there's always some "teen slut" dropping out of school or attending classes with a pregnant belly and tim is no different but...teachers who had seen his "potential" express their disappointment that tim was no different from the other "future slut drop outs".

tim's foster family is very unhappy to learn of his pregnancy, he hears them argue late at night while tim lies awake in the room her shares with their snoring, youngest son. the husband wants to send tim away because neither of them signed up to deal with a baby, they were just looking for a free babysitter. but the wife has a soft spot for tim, apparently, she'd been a pregnant teen as well. either way, tim having a place at his current foster home is tenuous at best the further along he gets.

bruce finds out, mostly because he's nosy and makes a personal "home visit" to check out where tim is staying and he is very unhappy with what he finds. which is tim being a live-in babysitter.

bruce is already a registered foster parent and as the principle of the school tim attends, it catches a bit of media attention when it gets out that bruce is going to adopt one of his students, his very pregnant young teen student at that.

it's in all the papers and on the news- tim even gets interviewed asked about how he feels and he can't deny he's a bit excited. tim babbles on about how bruce had taken him baby shopping for clothes when he found out he was going to have a baby, that bruce always checked up onhim, brought him nice lunches, and kept him company in his office. a bunch of students try telling the reporters that the two of them are sleeping together but no one believes them because this is a miracle, a feel-good savior story and that doesn't fit in with the narrative that's been built.

tim never winds up having to take time off school because he gives birth after classes have ended for the year. the baby is precious and small and bruce never stops doting on their little baby. bruce adopting tim has done wonders for his image and gotham is even talking about giving the school more funding from all the press the school has gotten so bruce is very happy about that. tim is just happy he has his own room to be able to feed his little baby because his foster brother had been a little nosy and tim had no doubt he would've stared with wide-eyed everytime tim pressed a tit to his baby's mouth.

tim starts a new school in the fall. a private school, the one that dick and jason had attended when they went to live with bruce. bruce might be the principal of one of the worst-performing schools in the district but he can afford to put his children into better facilities!!! tim is back in the type of school he was used to attending before his parents died but before long its obvious he's pregnant once again.

the teachers at his school just shake their heads and sigh that that's just what happens when kids from....those types of schools come here. new home, new father, new school or not- tim's just another poor little whore who just can't help spreading his slut legs and giving it up to any boy who gives him a little bit of attention. of course he'd end up pregnant again in less than a year, some things just don't change no matter who his adopted father is.

poor principal wayne. he really had his work cut out for him.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Alfred just being besties with Bruce's wife?

Finding you puttering around in the kitchen had gotten less jarring over time. And he rather enjoyed your presence there.

So today, watching you babysit a pot of boiling sugar, a small bowl of ice cold water at the ready, he was curious instead of annoyed. You seemed to have a never ending list of odd little talents.

"Don't tell me. You once apprenticed to Willy Wonka?"

You snort and glance over your shoulder, "I thought about it but the Oomba Loompas songs got on my nerves. This I learned from my Grandma."

"And what prey tell," he said taking a seat at the counter to watch, "is this?"

"Cough drops," you hum. "It's getting cold out and I refuse to listen to Bruce say he doesn't need them- but if I tell him it's candy well."

"Diabolical. I love it." Alfred took the recipie card you proffered and scanned it. Local Honey, Ginger, Tumeric, lemon- certainly all things that could soothe a sore throat. And, owing to the jars of honey, sweet enough to fly under Bruce's radar.

You snort and frown at the mixture on the stove, "Don't you dare. Don't you dare boil over-"

"I don't think it can hear you."

"It better learn to read a vibe. I did NOT talk to the weird hippie lady at the farmer's market to be disrespected like this."

Evidently, it did learn to read a vibe as it receded from the edges of the pan and Alfred snorted. "Shall I fetch a proper thermometer?"

"I don't need one," you hum. A statement of fact not a brag. "I haven't since I got the hang of the cold water trick."

"Is there anything you can't do?" Alfred asked.

"Long division. And my French is horrific."

[masquenoire]

Regarding Roman’s parents, the abuse he suffered at their hands went further than just neglect. Financially he was certainly well-provided for, never left to starve but behind closed doors, there was an abundance of anger and resentment in the family household. Mr. and Mrs. Sionis were *obsessed* with how they were regarded by their peers, especially the Waynes whom they aspired to be like despite loathing them in secret and their obsession with the wealthy family only deepened much to the deterioration of their own.

Mrs. Sionis was particularly resentful, both towards her husband and child as well as the people she envied so much. They lived the picture perfect life she craved, imagining herself in their shoes to the point she became absorbed with what they must have thought of her, how much ‘better’ life would be if only she could be more like Martha Wayne. Roman quickly began to despise both families; the Waynes for always being what his parents were concerned about and his own for only caring about how they looked to everybody else, ignoring their own son or how their behaviour was making him feel. Many nights he overheard vicious arguments, his parents blaming one another for perceived slights against them and how it was the other’s fault, how much they hated each other but also blaming them for how Roman turned out, how they were burdened with a freak like him instead of an ideal son like Bruce. As a result, Roman hated every moment of his childhood growing up, hating his parents more and more every passing year for how fake they were, pretending to be a doting couple who publically adored their ‘friends’ while talking shit about them behind their backs, how they refused to drop this pointless facade which only made them all miserable. He’d long since learned to keep his mouth shut, not to embarass his parents before their peers otherwise he’d end up being the one severely punished by his parents later on taking out their frustrations on him instead of each other.

[celestialnxva]

Three’s the Magic Number

Bruce Wayne x Reader

From: Batman: The Brave and the Bold because that show is so underrated. Loosely based off 02x08: A Bat Divided.

Summary: Coming home to three clones of your husband only made your already terrible day weirder than you expected it to be.

Tags: Fluff, Humor, Slight Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of violence, a little bit suggestive? Do not take this fanfic seriously diwkdkekddke.

WC: 2k+ words

A/n: This is my favorite version of Batman so I’m gonna have lots of fun writing this lmao.

masterlist. | main masterlist.

“That’s it! I quit, Mister Ross. I’m not putting up with your arrogant attitude any longer!” You shouted in frustration before slamming your badge onto his large desk. You felt victorious hearing your shitty boss sputter out pathetic excuses to make you stay, but you weren’t having any of it. You weren’t some doormat he could just walk all over. ‘Typical men,’ you mused before slamming the door on his face.

While you drove back home, you tried your best to play some tunes in order to calm your mind down. First, you slammed your toe against the table leg. Then, you weren’t able to eat breakfast or drink any coffee since you were already late for work. If that wasn’t already hard enough, the traffic jam was horrendous due to your husband’s superhero friends destroying the road. Again. Now, you just fired yourself from a good paying job. Could this day get any worse?

You found yourself calming down when thinking about your husband. You smiled to yourself. Your lovely husband. He was effortlessly charming and surprisingly hilarious. He was a leader in every aspect, as you saw in his interactions with Dick and the other superheroes. You were proud of Bruce in every single way. You could only hope that when you got home and told him about your horrible day, he would dote on you like you deserved to be doted on.

There was no way you could’ve expected what you were about to encounter soon.

Entering the batcave with a drag in your step, you searched for your husband. “Darling?” You called out longingly, aching to rest your head against his sturdy chest. You could hear several deep voices arguing passionately with each other. You furrowed your brows in confusion. It wasn’t often your husband brought guests to the batcave, so this case must be important. You decided to walk up to the chaotic scene, wanting to know what was going on. When you approached the other people in the cave, you froze in your place. You weren’t sure what you were expecting to see, but it was definitely not this.

“Bruce…?” You whispered hesitantly, unsure of what to make of the scene in front of you. All three men turned around to look at you in confusion. “Yes?” They replied in unison. All three looked at each other at the same time after speaking before looking back to observe you. You had a look of shock painted on your face as one of them stepped towards you. You backed up one step out of fear, unsure of his motivations. He stayed silent before he tilted his head to the side. “(Y/n)? I was not expecting you to come home so soon. According to your weekly schedule that I’ve managed to memorize in my free time, you were supposed to leave work and arrive home around seven p.m.,” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. Your face contorted more in confusion. What the hell is he talking about? He sounded so scientific when he spoke. You had no time to respond to him when a more physically fit Bruce strode to you and swiftly pulled you close to his chest. You had originally wanted your husband to do this earlier, but now you were too weirded out to properly relish in it. “Hey sexy,” he purred out seductively before kissing you passionately. You barely had time to kiss him back before he gently pushed you against one of the pillars, leaning down to completely ravish your neck. It took everything within you not to let a soft moan slip from your mouth as you gripped onto his arms. “B-Baby,” you stuttered out breathlessly. Though it was strange, this wasn’t too bad of a predicament. You’ve always wanted Bruce to be more passionate anyways. The two others watched from behind, the scientific one awkwardly fidgeting and the other one flashing you a goofy smile. Your gaze faltered when your husband lifted his lips from your neck, satisfied at the line of hickeys he managed to make. Your cheeks heated in embarrassment, mentally groaning at the fact that you were going to go through the extra effort of hiding them for the next few days. His eyes shined with passion and flirtation, his large hands wandering all over your body. “Do you wanna ditch these two and have a little fun? You look like you need your wonderful hubby to treat you like royalty,” he suggested seductively. Though the offer was incredibly tempting, you knew that now was not the time to indulge in your secret fantasies. Luckily, the scientific one spoke for your thoughts.

“Batman, focus. We can’t get distracted by our partner, no matter how…” he trailed off as you could hear his breath hitch. “tempting it is to participate in something other than putting ourselves back together,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower at his rising excitement. God, helping these three to set things back to normal is going to be torture now that they expressed their desires towards you. The one close to your body licked his lips and leaned up to kiss your cheek lovingly. “Come with us, gorgeous. You can sit on my lap while we let other me do all the work,” he said with a cheeky wink to you. You became flustered in his arms, but followed the three to the large computer. You could make out the other Batman’s complaints about how he ‘always does all the work’ while you walked over to the third Bruce. You haven’t been able to get to know him yet. You were surprised to see a handful of chips in his hands when he turned around. He flashed his goofy smile at you and you couldn’t help but melt at the sight. Bruce always had such a cute smile and you were glad that one of the Bruces still had it. This one seemed to be the more sensitive one. “Hey gorgeous,” he greeted with a lazy shrug. You reached up to cup his cheek while he ate a cheesy chip greedily. “I assume you’re the personality Batman without the trauma?” You deduced. His eyes lit up at your conclusion and laughed heartily. “Correct! Did I ever mention that I love how smart you are? You were always smarter than me, babe,” he complimented before leaning in to press a messy kiss to your cheek. He dusted some crumbs off your cheek affectionately and made your way towards the others. While you watched him set up a hammock to relax in, you walked up to the scientific Bruce.

“So what the hell happened to you guys?” You asked curiously. He looked at you and let out a heavy sigh. “Well, we were trying to stop Dr. Ecks from causing a nuclear meltdown in order to make his evil double more powerful, but we weren’t able to,” he said while pushing some buttons from the computer. “The nuclear meltdown caused us to split into three personalities and combined two other people into a singular man with the nuclear power Dr. Ecks originally wanted.” You nodded in understanding, looking over at your passionate husband doing push-ups. You let out an irritated sigh. “So, where is that super-powered being you were talking about?” He pointed towards the artifacts wing. “Over there. I’m letting them take a break while I run some DNA tests from their trials he talks to himself, most likely with the other person he was combined with, but we interestingly cannot hear or see the person. He looks like he’s talking to himself, really,” he deduced before getting to work in computing data. You sighed loudly and rubbed your face tiredly. You really wanted to just go upstairs and cuddle with your husband, but now you had to help him solve this case. Great, another inconvenience to add to your already terrible day. Not wanting to piss yourself off more with such thoughts, you leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek softly. “Okay, I’ll help you compute data and figure out what’s going on. Time is surely running out before Dr. Ecks can somehow find another way to make himself more powerful than your superhero friend and all three of you.” The kiss caused him to freeze in place. You watched him slowly form a blush from the corners of his cheeks under his mask. It’s good to know that even the scientific Bruce can still become flustered in your presence.

Together, you continued to figure out ways to use his friend’s powers to help bring the three personalities back together when your husband finally found a solution. From the corner of your eye, you saw the passionate personality gear up near the batmobile. You made your way over to him to ask what he was up to. He was immersed in preparing for a fight when he felt a gentle hand on his arm. He turned around and when he saw you standing behind him, his eyes widened in surprise. Already knowing what you were going to say to him, he turned back around grumpily and continued to gear up. “Don’t try to stop me, (y/n). I need to kick every last one of those criminal scums into prison so Gotham city can sleep in peace at last.” You hummed in disapproval and turned him around to rest your hand on his chest. He let out a small groan at the feeling and looked at you with desire. That look was something you were familiar with, a gaze he gave you when you’ve wanted to touch you in ways that were too inappropriate to think about right now. He decided to ignore your touch and walked forward to caress your cheek. “Please, baby. I want to do this because I wanna protect you,” he begged quietly. Unable to say no to him, you turned your head to kiss the palm of his glove. “Okay. Go. I’ll tell the others to catch up and help you out.” He was about to protest, most likely to tell you that he could handle it himself until you flashed him a dangerously irritated glare. You didn’t have time to argue with him today and you were already hanging on by a thread with only the hope that this predicament could be fixed as soon as possible. “Go. Before I change my mind,” you hissed out before storming off.

After your outburst, you decided that it was your final straw. You needed to go upstairs and let off some steam. You only stopped by the lab to inform the others about passionate Batman’s whereabouts before heading towards the elevators. The sympathetic Batman looked at you worriedly, but hurriedly left the batcave to follow scientific Batman.

———

When you finally heard the bedroom door open, it was late into the evening. You’ve already showered and tucked yourself into bed for the night when he came in. He saw your laying form, your back turned to him. Immediately, a wave of guilt hit him. You radiated an aura of anger and extreme frustration from everything you had to go through today. After he reflected on how he vowed to make an effort to make you feel better.

He started his night routine and speeded through it as quickly as possible so he could join his partner in bed. When he finally changed into pajamas, he practically dove into the bed, immediately hugging you close. He turned you around and pressed a flurry of kisses all over your grumpy face. “Thank you for putting up with me today. It must be overwhelming to deal with three of me, I’m sure,” he murmured quietly against your cheek. You had to admit, it was good to see your husband all whole again. Though you were admittedly going to miss his three personalities, the way he kissed you now and doted on you was more fulfilling than any emotions you felt today. You teared up and let out all your frustrations from today. From the moment you woke up to now, you recounted to him everything that happened that made you finally snap. Though he was always a tease, now wasn’t the time to tease you in an attempt to make you smile. Instead, he showed a more solemn expression and listened to you carefully. 

After you finished speaking, he cupped your cheek and leaned down to kiss your forehead lovingly. “I’m sorry that happened, love. I may be back to the way I was before, but my love and passion that I only have for you has and never will change. I hope that my displays of affection tonight are enough to bring the beautiful smile back on your face that I very much adore,” he spoke lovingly, poking your cheek with a chuckle. You smiled at his words and giggled from the poke. This was the Bruce you fell in love with; a selfless man who would go through hell time and time again in order to make sure you were safe and happy. If you had learned anything from his three personalities, it was how much Bruce loved you. He loved you wholeheartedly; loved you with his body, mind, and soul. As you kissed him once more, you were grateful for the unique opportunity to experience your husband’s shenanigans every single day, even today’s opportunity to experience all the amusing interactions his three personalities had with you and each other. Though it was a strange experience, it still managed to miraculously put a smile on your face today. After all, three is the magic number.

[ellana-ravenwood]

Can the Batman get flustered ? - Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : Batman has a reputation of always being impassive. Of being very in control of his emotions. But of course, you being his wife, you know his secrets and weak spots... And apparently, sending him dirty texts while you guys are in public definitely works very well to fluster him /Drabble-Minific.

You know that Tik Tok trend where people send a dirty text to their s/o while they’re in public ? I don’t know why I find it so funny and all, but today during my lunch break I was scrolling through the app and fell on a few of those and...boom. This story was born haha. Written in half an hour while I was eating pasta, I hope you’ll like it nonetheless :

TW : SLIGHTLY Nsfw. I mean. The subject itself is “dirty texts” so ya know haha. No actual texts will be shown, but insinuation will. 

My master list : @ella-ravenwood-archives​

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Not amused. 

One. Two. Three. Fo-

Here it goes. 

He hears the little “beep” of his phone, notifying him that he just received a text.

Not any text though. 

A text from a family member. It was a very specific “beep”, for when one of his kids, you, or Alfred were sending him a text. 

You’re a little disappointed he changed the alert sound back to that boring “beep” it has always been.

You rather liked, when Jason pranked him and instead put a recording of himself saying “dingityding motherfucker, ya got a message from one of us”. 

It wasn’t very tasteful for sure, and yeah, you probably shouldn’t’ve found it so funny...But solely for the face your husband and the people he was talking to made, it was all worth it. 

So what if you were nodding along to Bruce’s sermon as he was scolding your son, while simultaneously, when your husband wasn’t looking, giving two thumbs up to Jason ? 

Anyway. Here was the family “beep”. And here it goes.

A smile to the people he was talking to meaning : “Apologies, I have to take this.” as he takes his phone out of his pocket. 

Not that it surprised anyone. He was Bruce Wayne, a busy billionaire who owned multiple enterprises and who was constantly on the move to something new. His phone ringing wasn’t exactly something special. 

Him answering during a conversation wasn’t either. 

Not only did he have the reputation of being a rather busy bee, but he was also  known as quite a protective father. His children were not present at the gala that night, meaning any calls or texts could be an emergency from them. 

Of course, nobody even suspected himbo Bruce Wayne to be the scary Batman, so no one could quite understand how worried Bruce could get about his kids. Yet Bruce Wayne has been a family man long enough by then for everyone to know he was a “doting father”. 

The fact he always protected them from too much media coverage, or how angry he would get when someone would be a little too chummy with them purely by interest...

You always found it sweet. 

That he cared so much about his family that even those not knowing him at all, even those only seeing his “Brucie Wayne” persona (minus the Playboy side he gave up long ago when deciding to make it official with you) noticed.

Of course, you knew he wasn’t always the perfect father. Or husband. But the fact he always tried so hard, and no matter what, always cared so much (maybe even too much ?) made everything worth it. 

Ah, but today wasn’t about how sometimes, it was a little difficult to be Batman’s wife. 

Today, it was about how fun it could actually be. 

Like right now, as he excused himself and took his phone out to see what the text he just received said. 

He was reading it now. And suddenly...

His eyes widened, his face turned a light shade of red, he hurriedly hid his phone’s screen, and cough a little to hide how hot he suddenly felt. 

“Are you alright, Bruce ?” 

One of the man he was talking to asked, and with an awkward smile (very unlike him), he answered : 

“Yes, yes everything is ok. Haha. The um, the children.” 

The man nods, and says something like : “Aaah children, never cease to worry us right ?” and Bruce chuckles. Of this utterly fake chuckle only you knew was fake. 

His real laugh sounded nothing like that. 

A few more seconds pass, before Bruce excuses himself, saying he has to go check something, and...Finally. 

Finally, his eyes are searching for you. 

Finding you easily amongst everyone else. 

His slight frown, his rosy cheeks who would stay this color for a little while still, and the way he walked towards you with incredible resolve...How adorable. 

“I bet you find this funny, mm ?” 

“No idea what you’re talking about, dear.” 

Your small smile is infuriating. And oh, oh how Bruce wished he didn’t love it as much as he did. Oh how he wished he could actually be mad at you for sending him such a thing, in such a public place.

“You need to stop doing that.” 

“Doing what, exactly ?” 

“Sending me -he lowers his voice and continues- sending me those, things.” 

“Things ?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” 

You smile at him, coyly. But he can see the mischievous spark in your eyes. And he scoffs, frustrated that you always seem to easily get to him. 

Nobody does that. Only you. 

Sure, his kids will sometimes get under his skin just for the sake of it. Or could have rather hurtful words if they weren’t feeling well. But he was always able to control his emotions in those cases. 

The Batman was always so impassive. He always looked so in control of his emotions. And Bruce worked for years and years to achieve this. To be able to hide it all deep within him, to pretend he’s not feeling anything, and stay neutral. 

But you...You always burned through his very being. Wether it was because you smiled at him, or send him a rather dirty text in the middle of a crowded charity ball, as he was talking to some of the most powerful people in Gotham. 

Oh. Oh this was a treat. A flustered Bruce. It wasn’t often, you could get him like that. And it was such a treat. 

He can see you’re enjoying this. And passed the initial shock of you telling him such dirty things in your texts, he can see how funny and rather sexy this entire thing could be. 

If only, if only he could control his emotions when around you. 

But he can’t. He can’t because he loves you too much. And because you know exactly how to play him (to be fair, he also knew exactly how to play you, and could drive YOU crazy if he wanted to, too...each had a turn, you guess). 

He bites the inside of his lips, as he usually does when he’s slightly amused, yet a bit annoyed. Yes. That was a mood that was fairly frequent with Bruce. Especially when it came to you. 

You always knew exactly which buttons to push to rile him up, to fluster him, to exasperate him to no end, too. 

And when he bit the inside of his lips, it was when he felt a mix of amusement, and annoyance. 

To be honest, that was exactly what you were looking for to get out of him. 

And sending him a dirty text in public always worked. You loved, the flustered way he reacted. The flushed cheeks, the blabbering and how it took him a little bit to regain countenance while usually it’d only take him a few seconds to hide his feelings. 

You smile at him again, happy you still have any effect on him and...

Ah. And there it was. Passed the initial shock of receiving such a text, and the slight annoyance at you trying to fluster him...the smile. A genuine and soft smile. One only always directed at you. One that showed you, and everyone around, just how much Bruce Wayne loved you. 

He throws an arm around your waist, and says : 

“So. Should we get out of here ?” 

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

Another smile. Genuine. Making everything worth it. 

The hardships, but also this sort of simple moments. 

When Bruce Wayne could act like a “normal” man, and get flustered as his wife send him sexy texts while they were in public, and very crowded places. 

Bruce smiles at you. Genuinely. Yes. You could always get to him. And, frankly, even if he loved to complain about it...He wouldn’t have it any other way. 

And now ? Now he was definitely ready to go try out what you suggested in that god forsaken text. 

Why do you chose such moment do to this ?! 

One. Two. Three. Fo-

Like clockwork.

He was in an important business meeting, but everyone here recognized that special “beep”, the one Jason oh so loved to change up to ridiculous things. 

It was even worst lately, as he started a “game” with his siblings : “Whoever can get their hands on dad’s phone and replace all his notification sounds with something stupid, wins”. Needless to say, your children’s competitive side was driving your husband crazy. 

It was rather funny, to watch him, each mornings as he was getting ready to leave for work, getting slightly unnerved as he made sure his alarms hadn’t been changed (your children could be sooooo sneaky).  

Tim won, when he slyly and sneakily replaced the “beep” with...that same “beep” a few times, as to not make his father suspicious, only for, after the third “beep”, the phone screaming the main theme from the “Barbie : Thumbelina” movie. Damn.

Your kids were geniuses. 

It was hilarious, to see your husband’s face suddenly turning pale. 

Ah but your children, all genius that they were, were still amateurs. 

They couldn’t get him to feel as mortified as you could, when you pulled this particular little trick on him...

Annoying him ? Making him feel embarrassed for a few seconds ? Exasperating him to no end ? That, they were always good at. But he would always regain his countenance fast. 

But what you did ? Haha. Aaah it would stay on his mind for long after the event, and would most definitely...Fluster him. 

Flustered. 

Not a state the great Bruce Wayne was in often. 

And most of the time, you were the source of the “flustering”. 

Like right now, as he was in an important meeting, and heard his phone “beep”. 

The “family beep”. 

Unfortunately for him, it was one of “those texts”. That you just send because well, maybe you were a little evil ? Maybe you liked, to fluster him when he was in public ? To show people he was actually human ? 

He looked at his phone, straightened up in his chair and...Of course, he guessed that you must be around. 

And there you were indeed. Right outside the room.

He quickly glanced at you through the glass walls of the conference room. 

You saw him readjust his pants, and you knew you definitely got to him today. But his reaction wasn’t that grand. Maybe he had um...A little “pants being too tight” problem, but it was clear he could easily hide it. And he got hold of his face rather fast. 

Still, it was very entertaining, how clearly bothered he was. How unable to focus on the meeting he was. Only you though, who knew him better than anyone else, would notice the shift in his behavior. 

It wasn’t enough, though. And he wasn’t looking at you anymore. That wouldn’t do. 

You decided to give him the coup de grace and slipped to the restroom to um...Take a nice picture of yourself, let’s say that. 

You went back to wait outside the conference room, where you’d have a GREAT view of him. And of his reaction. That was certainly going to be...Something. 

“Beep”. The family “beep”. 

It’s uncanny, how Bruce never suspects you’re going to trick him TWICE in a row. He should though. You often do it. 

Ah but his fatherly instincts always get the best of him, and when he hears that specific “beep”, he can’t stop but look. In case anyone needs him. 

He should really find a “beep” just for you, shouldn’t he ? Then again, even then, even with the knowledge that you LOVE to send him dirty text while he’s in public, he’d still jump on the notification. Just in case something happened, you know ? 

Nothing happened today. Well. Except for your little restroom trip. 

He barely takes a look at the photo you send him, that his eyes widen, he spits the drink he was taking all over the papers in front of him, and he slams his phone screen first on the table (shattering it in the process).

“Um...are you okay, mister Wayne ?” 

His associates and employees are concerned. For good reasons. And Bruce hastily tries to dry his paperwork, and apologize saying it’s nothing, that they’re all doing a great job and to continue, please. 

They do. Writing this incident off as yet another one of their boss’ eccentricities (as far as they were concerned, there were lots of them). 

And you are LIVING. It’s always nice, you can get such reaction out of him. 

He looks at you again. And as the meeting went on, for ten more excruciating minutes, he kept looking at you, although he tried really hard to focus on what was being said. 

Oh well. He’d ask Lucious for a recap. 

His eyes also kept going to his shattered phone, playing that photo over and over in his head...Finally, the meeting was over, and he rushed out. 

No one was surprised, they all saw you waiting patiently (haha) outside. They all liked “Mrs. Wayne”, you were nice, and always lifted their boss’ spirit. 

And they knew that when you were around, it was usually to pick him up. So yes. It wasn’t a surprised when he hastily said goodbye, and went to you. 

“You need to stop doing that !” 

You don’t even bother answering, smiling at him in a mischievous almost evil way. And you kiss him on the lips. A simple, very chaste peck. That light his heart on fire. 

It’s crazy, the effect you have on him. No matter how much he tries to keep himself in check. Of course, he has the same effect on you. And to be honest, he flusters you much more than you fluster him. 

After all, rare are the perfect occasions to send him dirty texts in moments that will fluster him. If you did it in any other time, he’d just smile and immediately go to you. Or answer with an equally heated text (when he was away, sexting was totally a thing). 

More often than not, he was the one in control. Oh but when you could get to him...When you could get to him, you REALLY got to him. And if anyone else would notice how truly flustered he got, they wouldn’t recognize him. 

But you knew him. You knew how sweet and soft he could be. How many people had the wrong ideas of him. And how adorable it was, when you got him all hot and bothered in that way. 

How, no matter how much he tried, you always got to him, during those moments. And how much it meant. 

How much it meant. 

It meant that you were his only one. That nobody understood him more than you. And that honestly, no matter how annoyed, flustered and such he would get...he was just always feeling a little happy nonetheless. 

Yes. 

It meant a lot, that you knew him that well. And that only you, with a few well placed words, could fluster him so. 

In the Watchtower.

This was rather dangerous. 

Which added even more spices to everything. 

Not that usually, it wasn’t “dangerous”. So far, you did it to him while he was in a meeting, at a gala, not far from many paparazzis...

There had always been a sort of danger, to you sending this kind of texts to him while in public. 

But today...Ah today there was even more. 

Because today, you guys were in the Justice League’s watchtower. 

And there were MANY people, in that place, that could easily take a peak at what Bruce had on his phone. And that would NEVER leave it down that the Batman was receiving such filth from his wife. 

That’s why you did it. And also because that very same morning, Bruce had been a little too grumpy and unpleasant, and you wanted to take a little revenge on him. 

It was rare, really, that he would be a jerk to you or his kids nowadays. But sometimes. Just sometimes...Well. He wasn’t a perfect being. He had many flaws. And he could be a bit of a dick, at times. Even to you and your children. 

Hence, the well deserved little revenge you were about to get (not that you really needed a reason to want him flustered...but here, with all your superhero friends, it was a particular treat). 

One. Two. Three. Fo-

“Beep”. The specific family one. 

Batman was sitting at the tip of the meeting table. You were sitting a few seat from him, a wide evil grin already plastered on your face. And all your best friends were around the table, discussing plans to secure Earth a little more from intergalactic attack. 

“Excuse me for a minute.” 

Your husband says. And no one is surprised. They all recognize the “family beep”. And despite the reputation he dragged for years, they also all know what his family means to him... 

Clark is right there, slowly leaning towards Bruce, and you know he’s about to ask if the kiddos are alright. Turns out, Clark Kent is an amazing uncle. And friend. He worries a lot about “y’all”, very often. 

And oh, oh this was going to be fun. 

At the very moment Bruce’s eyes see your name on his phone, and what is the content of your text, his eyes widen, turn to Clark and...

“What the hell Bruce ?” 

Your husband, by pure instinct, shoved Clark’s face away, while at the same time hiding his phone in his pocket again.

Clark could’ve avoided it easily, you knew. But he probably wasn’t really expecting the Batman to get weirdly panicky and shove him away like that ? 

“You were-...Too close.” 

Bruce says a bit abruptly, trying really hard to hide how worked up he feels after he read what you send him. He avoids your look like the plague, and pretends as if this little incident didn’t happen, returning to discussing plans. 

The incident passed fast, and although Clark was a bit sour about it, he didn’t ask further. He guessed yes, he was a little too close ? He just wanted to be sure whoever send the text was alright. 

And oh. Oh that whoever was definitely alright. 

Because it was you. And this entire scene unfolded to your utter delight. Bruce abruptness and such was very much like him to all his friends. But you...You saw beyond that. 

You saw how rosy his cheeks got under his mask. And how his eyes kept wandering to you, even as he was working on something very important. 

You saw how truly flustered he got. So flustered in fact, that he couldn’t think of a clever way out of why he shoved his friends away, but that he was “too close”. 

A little unlike Bruce. 

Or was it really ? Was it truly unlike him, or just unlike the idea so many people had of him ? Because you...

You knew the real Bruce. And sometimes, he could be clumsy and shy and stumble on his words. He could be awkward and cute, all flustered and blushy. 

He could be...He was so many things. 

And so many sides of him were absolute secrets. Secrets only you and your children knew. 

You were privy to the most secret parts of him. 

The adorable ones that would get flustered by a dirty text send in public. 

But also the very sexy one that would later act upon it...

He could act annoyed, embarrassed and like he was mad at you all he wanted. You knew he secretly LOVED it, when you took this kind of risk. 

And oh. Oh how you knew. 

Really ?! In front OF MY SALAD ?!

It was a “family and friends” barbecue. One of those occurrences that happen very rarely, when your entire circle of close friends and family is free. 

One of those very rare occurrences where you could all meet up, and have a relaxing time. Today, a barbecue. 

The summer heat was heavy, and you couldn’t help but smile as you looked at your kids and Clark’s son, Jon, playing in the pool. 

Jason and Jon were having a fight against Tim and Damian, and you weren’t sure it was a very fair one...Up until Tim kicked his brother in the nuts, and Jason fell in the water, cursing him. 

You probably should’ve told them to “play nice”, but then Jason emerged from the water and grabbed both his little brothers and...It was clearly all in good fun. Jon was bursting in laughter, cheering along with Duke and Cass for whoever they were siding with to win. 

Ah. Ah you lived for days like this. When you could all pretend to be normal. Then again, you would change your lifestyle for no others. 

The vigilante thing, making Gotham (and by extension the World) a better place...this was what you chose. What you all chose. 

You turned away from your children playing in the pool, screaming (you were pretty sure they could be heard all the way in Downtown Gotham) and having fun, to look for your husband. 

And there he was. Flipping some burgers on the barbecue. Looking hella fine in his polo shirt and cargo shorts. Then again, that man could wear a burlap sack that he would still look good. 

You were shamelessly staring at him when he turned to look at you, giving you the smuggest look you’ve seen on his face in a while. 

Oh. Oh the bastard. He knew the effect he had on you. And he loved it. 

Mmm. 

That sort of called for a little lesson, right ? Punishment, perhaps ?

And the environment was perfect. Here he was, taking care of the barbecue, while surrounded by friends asking for burgers...The perfect setting to fluster Bruce Wayne. 

You took your phone out, and wrote everything you wanted to do to him. The way that polo shirt was clinging to his muscles definitely fueled your imagination. 

You pressed send, and sat back in your chair, sipping on your non-alcoholic cocktail. You smiled at Lois and Dinah as they came to sit next to you, and took part in their conversation (they were talking about how annoying Oliver and Clark could be, yet how great they were too, and ah you could relate to this haha). But you kept a lookout for Bruce. 

His phone rang. The infamous “family beep”. But he didn’t immediately react. Probably because his entire family was reunited here, and he could see none of them were in trouble. 

He was probably thinking it was you sending him a text about how well you wanted your burger. Or something like that. And that’s when...

Your oldest son was coming with a plate full of uncooked food for the barbecue, and was about to settle it on the table next to his dad, but his phone was in the way. So he took it in his hand, and as he settled the plate Bruce’s phone rung again. 

You stood up, and called out, a little panicked : 

“No no no wait Dick ! Hey ! Don’t look at-”

Too late. You could see, as your son turned very pale, eyes widening and looking very ill, that he saw what you send your husband...

Damn it. And it was a very imaginative one at that, today...You sighed, knowing what was about to happen.

“WHAT THE FUCK ?!” 

Dick turned towards his father, looking as if he had just been betrayed. And Bruce has no idea what’s happening. 

“WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE YOUR PHONE OUT LIKE THAT IF THIS IS WHAT YOU’RE GONNA RECEIVE ?!” 

And suddenly, your husband understands. And he’s not sure if he’s amused or if he wants to frown at you. He gives you a quick glance, and you shrug. You definitely didn’t intend on traumatizing your son with this... 

Dick takes hold of his salad bowl, looks at his father straight in the eyes and says : 

“You disgust me.” Oh, but it was said in such an overdramatic, over the top way. It was impossible for you not to grin. 

And on that note, absolutely outraged and rather grossed out, Dick leaves to go grumpily eat his salad, alone at one of the outside table. Slowly, his siblings go to him, wondering what happened and why he screamed like that. 

But as they see you slowly laugh your ass off, as they see their father who’s not sure if he should be flustered, ashamed or amused, and as they see Dick’s face...They all understand the subject of it all. They don’t know the exact things that happened. But they know their parents enough, and particularly the way you sometimes couldn’t get your hands off of each others, to know what this all was about. 

Cue a bunch of “oh no ewwwww”, and a few “in front of your salad ?!” doubled with “this is a family event...”, and you definitely can’t stop laughing. 

You feel a little bad, because you really didn’t intend on your son seeing what you had to say. And this was definitely one of the worst thing that happened on the spectrum of “my parents are gross...ly in love”. But you can’t help it. Your kids’ faces are just too funny. 

And the way Bruce tries to resist looking at his phone to see what you said, while obviously being very curious (and feeling a little hot, the heat outside not being the reason)...it was just the icing on the cake. 

So what if you were a little evil, and liked to tease him a bit too much ? And what if there were some little collateral damages along the way ? 

As you always said, nobody was perfect. 

Sometimes, it is welcomed.

Oh but there are days. Harder than others. Where you do it, not to fluster or annoy him, but to take his mind off of his troubles.

Like right now.

You could see him, in the middle of this sea of people. Not feeling like he belongs. And dwelling on painful past events.

You went to get him a drink, for once. You left him alone for a few minutes, as you made your way to the bar and ordered the usual non-alcoholic drinks you two got. But when you turned around...

Here he was. 

Lost. In a place he did not want to be in, but had to so he could keep the “Brucie” facade he put up all those years. So the suspicion about him being Batman could never even start. And so he could put his money to good use. 

Charity, rebuilding the city, funding schools, hospitals...All of this required his presence. 

But oh. Oh he really didn’t want to be there. If it was up to him, he would probably be home, with his kids, in front of a movie they chose. Bonus point if you were snuggled up to him. 

This was his “one night a week” he HAD to not go out as Batman. And it killed you, that this night was too often used for such events... 

But alas, choosing the life you both chose required certain sacrifices. Including a few hours mingling with people you don’t even like, to try and make your city a better place. 

There was, however, something you could do for him. Something that would cheer him up, in this moment of “I wish I was somewhere else”. 

The “dirty texting to fluster Bruce” tactic wasn’t only used in mischievous way, to make him fluster and blush and such. 

No. No sometimes, sometimes it was used to cheer him up. 

Like now. 

Bruce’s mind was elsewhere, drowning in this sea of people he couldn’t even remember the names of. 

Until a familiar “beep” resounded in his pocket. 

The family “beep”. 

Without a second thought, he takes his phone out and...

Yes. There are certain moments, in which you sending him the dirtiest text he ever read (and being the “most eligible bachelor” for quite a while, he already received quite the saucy sexte), while you are in public, instead of flustering him would...

He finds you in the crowd easily. 

He always found it easy, to single you out. Even while amongst this many people. It’s because to him, you shine. Almost quite literally. 

He never had any difficulties finding his way back to you, even in the most crowded places...Sometimes, he joked that it’s because he could feel his love for you guide him. When he feels extra sappy, he says it with a serious tone. 

And he means it. 

He does. 

It’s easy, to find you. Because he knows where to look. As if instinct linked you to him all those years ago. And he knows. He knows it’s because he never loved anyone like he loves you. 

And right now, as you sent him a particularly graphic text in the hope to take his mind off of whatever dark thoughts he was getting lost in, he definitely finds it extra easy to find your face. 

There you are. 

And he smiles at you. Widely. So pure. Rare, for a man like him. 

Because he knows. He knows this time, you didn’t send this to him to fluster him in front of people, but to distract him. 

And it works. Oh damn it works. 

His smile turns “sexy”, as anyone would say, and he looks very smug, as you walk towards him. 

In truth, whenever you send him such a text, he always feel a little rush. Wether you’re trying to fluster him, or just cheer him up. 

That man was as in love with you as if it was the first day, forever stuck in the honeymoon phase...Why wouldn’t he appreciate receiving hot texts from you ?

Even when you were purposefully trying to make him blush, there was a little part of him, although it was infuriating how satisfied you look that you ALWAYS succeeded, that just loved those texts. 

You’re right next to him now, handing him his drink. He takes it smoothly from your hand, 

“Thank you, my love.” 

You wink at him, reveling in his warmth, snuggling a little closer albeit staying rather discreet, as this was an official event, after all. 

His hand squeeze your waist a little, and you know what he’s about to do. He bends down to your ear and whispers, all suave and smug : 

“What was this about needing um, a little disciplining ?” 

You smile, knowing your mission was a frank success as he’s definitely not thinking about not wanting to be there anymore. Well. He most likely does. But he’s not dwelling on pain and misery for sure. And he’s not thinking those dark thoughts he can have sometimes...

You give him a coy look, and then you say : 

“When we get out of here, I’ll show you.” 

Oh you make him melt. Unable to hide his bedroom eyes, he gives your forehead a chaste kiss in the hope to regain countenance. 

But it’s too late. You successful diverged his thoughts from any darkness...But now all he can think about is you. 

And what you told him you wanted him to do to you. 

Yes. Sometimes...Sometimes, you sending him absolutely dirty texts in public was everything he needed to come back to life. 

As ridiculous as this sounded. 

You were his lifeline so many times...He had no idea, at this point, what he would do without you. He couldn’t go back to the way he lived before you. No. He couldn’t. 

And you wouldn’t let him anyway. Because no matter what, you were here for him. Your unconditional love, and self-admittedly cheekiness was here for him. 

Ah. How good it felt, to be the only one in the world that could show off about being able to “fluster” the Batman himself. 

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I think I haven’t written something that short in like...ever haha. I haven’t re-read myself, this is just a quick bonus story :).  It’s really just a little fun thing to write, nothing too serious or detailed or with too much feels ^^'. A quick drabble written for the sake of writing haha. I hope you liked it anyway, and aren’t disappointed or something ? 

Just wanted to show an unknown almost “evil” side to Batmom ? Hahahaha. Anyway : Any comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated ^^. Thanks in advance, and see you soon with an actual story ! There’s one coming just this week-end ;).

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Tien Fuh Wu Aka: Wu

(Warning: mentions of child abuse, sexual abuse, and human trafficking. please don't read if that upsets you. Tien Fuh Wu's real backstory is very graphic and sad.)

Tien Fuh Wu was a real-life hero who helped stomp out sex trafficking in Chinatown. The OC that I'm making headcanons about is based on her. Here's an article that explains her story: Tien Fuh Wu

Warrior version of Wu Backstory HCs:

Her age is 24 in the show.

In Warrior, she’s mostly called “Wu” except for Nellie who calls her Tien or “blessed Tien” when she’s doting about her. People in Chinatown also call her the "White Devil's Daughter”

Wu is a feminist activist who alongside her mother figure, Nellie, fights to end sexual slavery in Chinatown. She's also a Presbyterian Christian and her religion is very important to her. (As it was to the real Tien Fuh Wu.)

Wu is also the Nellie’s personal assistant. Which means she’s basically Nellie’s right hand woman. Her bodyguard, translator, and she helps oversee Nellie’s company, staff, and estates.

Wu sometimes calls Nellie “Lo Mo” which means “old mother” but in public it’s “Miss Davenport”

Wu is big strong sister. All of the girls at the Vineyards call her “Jie Jie” which means big sister in Chinese. Wu does her absolute best to keep them safe from danger and when someone she cares for gets hurt she blames herself harshly for failing to protect them.

She also is teaching Nellie Chinese.

Her backstory in Warrior is mostly similar to her real counterpart's backstory. Poor baby. Like honestly the most tragic and graphic backstory in Warrior.

At age 10 her father sold her to traffickers for a couple bottles of rice wine and a bag of opium. He did this because she was a girl and therefore had no use to him. She was auctioned off in broad daylight to a Fung Hai brothel owner named Batu.

At first, she was kept as domestic slaves which were also called "Mui Tsai." Which means little sister in Cantonese. She was also branded like livestock on her the nape of her neck.

She was kept in a cage and didn’t see the sunlight for 4 years. She was regularly beaten and sexually abused by her owner. When Wu turned 11 they began to sell her to other men.

Living in the Peking brothel was a literal hell for her. It was so bad that she’d pray every night for whatever god out there to put her out of her misery.

One night Batu sold Wu to an aristocrat from Sinoma. This man turned out to be Nellie Davenport's husband. He molested her until he died of a heart attack on top of her. When Nellie and two police officers found her there were so many scars and burns on Wu's body that it even made the Bulls cry.

(She was the 14-year-old girl Nellie mentioned at the dinner party with Penelope and the Mayor.)

Nellie brought both her home that same night, completely forgetting about her dead husband. She only cared that Wu got a nice bath, medical care, and food. (Nellie was 34 at the time. Nellie is 44 in my AU.)

At first, Wu didn't trust Nellie at all. What did this white lady want from her? She often threw tantrums and lashed out. She even stabbed Nellie once. Also, the language barrier made it difficult for them to understand each other.

However, no matter how many people around Nellie told her to give up Wu, she refused. She felt she owed it to the girl not to give up on her. Over time Nellie gained Wu's trust and they formed a very tight bond.

Nellie made sure Wu was well educated. She taught her English and feminist theory.

When she was 15 Wu became fascinated with Kung Fu from viewing a Kung Fu class while visiting Chinatown with Nellie. She believed it was the best way to protect Nellie and herself from men that would want to hurt them.

She is mostly self-taught because no martial artist in Chinatown would train a girl. So, Wu began cross dressing as a boy and seeking into Chinatown on the weekends to learn from masters. Of course once they figured out she was a girl they’d throw her out. But as Bruce Lee said she’d learn what was usual, discard what wasn’t, and make it her own thing.

Wing Chun and Kung Fu did improve her mental, emotional, and physical state and helped control her anger.

(Wu uses her umbrella as a self-defense weapon. Umbrella Kung Fu! I added this to reference how umbrellas were a popular self-defense tool for women at the time.)

Her fighting abilities are kept secret from the White upper class because they would see her as “dangerous.”

When Wu turned 18 she became Nellie’s Assistant.

Wu believes that God saved her from dying in that crib brothel because it was her purpose to help liberate and free the women of Chinatown.

Wu is the one who came up with the idea to turn some of Nellie's land into sanctuaries for the abused women of Chinatown and Nellie was more than happy to do it.

They started to go to Chinatown and the Barbary Coast to buy sex slaves from their owners. It grew from there. Soon they began to pay off cops to help them raid small brothels and gambling dens.

However, this also made them some enemies. Wu was targeted more than Nellie because she herself was Chinese and therefore viewed as a traitor by the tongs in her midst.

She is regularly sent threatening letters, spoken about poorly in Chinese newspapers, and some of the tongs like the Fung Hai put a bounty on Wu. Although, every assassin who has tried to kill her so far has failed. Wu, being the badass she is doesn’t let this stop her from her mission work.

Wu would teach some of the girls they rescued martial arts and self-defense if they were interested.

Also, Nellie and her also finance Chinatown's Presbyterian Church which was founded in 1853 and is the first Chinese-American church in North America. If Wu is in town she'll often give speeches there.

Wu Personality HCs:

She is stern, outspoken, sharp tongued, intelligent, level-headed, resilient, honorable, and a bit too blunt for her own good. She comes off as rude, intimidating, and self-righteous to some people.

She’s passionate about her cause and a determined hero, "excited" and "eager for the fray." The real Tien Fuh Wu was known to force her way into brothels, warmly reassuring young girls, and fearlessly getting them out of harm's way.

Wu is highly educated and well-mannered. She speaks eloquently and doesn’t curse because cursing is a sin.

Did I mention she’s emotionally constipated as fuckkkk, she rarely smiles.

For reference, her morality is at Officer Lee’s level. She’s more uncompromising with her morals than Lee.

In the beginning, Wu had a white and black worldview. She absolutely hated the tongs and anyone who supported tongs and prostitution. Nellie is the more understanding one. (Nellie is a hate the sin but loves the sinner type)

But when Wu begins to form close bonds with morally grey characters like Ah Toy and Young Jun her worldview slowly becomes less rigid.

Wu will never be able to have a child. The Tongs robbed her of that choice. Despite that she’s still very sweet and gentle with children. She make it a priority to remind the little girls she saved of how important and precious they are.

She isn't as trusting as Nellie either. She has a lot of trust issues and It takes a lot to gain it.

Wu also suffers from feeling like an outsider and abandoned by her people. They treat her like she’s not Chinese and looks down on her familiar relationship with Nellie.

Aka she feels like what Crazy Rich Asians referred to as a “Banana”. Yellow on the outside but white on the inside.

She’s a feminist who takes no shit from men. Her general distrust and distaste for men are because of her trauma. Of course, this intimidates most of the men around her.

Wu has a pessimistic view of romantic love and abstains from it. This is due to her distrust of men and her fear of getting hurt by another man.

Plus the real Tien Fuh Wu never married, saying in the article. "Men are very useful when it comes to moving furniture."

Despite this, a part of her still aches for romance and dreams about finding the right partner.

She also secretly likes romance novels. Cheesy or not she’ll still read it. Her favorite is Pride and Prejudice. She’ll take this secret to her grave.

Appearance:

In my AU she is played by actress Ansa Woo. She’s what I imagine Wu to look like. She’s a stage combat trained but she would have to gain some muscle for the role. Plus she has that wise big sis look.

She has a lot of scars on her body from her past that she’s insecure of. Especially her branding scar. She always hides them with clothing.

She’s tall with muscular athletic build.

She always wears the cross necklace that Nellie gifted her. It gives her good luck.

Wu cross dresses sometimes.

Her pantsuit is a white suit embroidered with Chinese patterns. I think it suits her because it contrasts Young Jun’s Hop Wei Black suit. She wears it with her hair in a long Manchurian like braid.

Romantic Interest: Young Jun

I’m a sucker for enemies turned lovers/Yin-Yang ships. So I shipped her with Young Jun.

It’s more like an enemies turned friends then lovers and it’s a m slow burn

She hates him because well he’s Hop Wei, sleazy, and arrogant. He’s like an 1800s frat boy.

He hates her frigidness and self-righteous attitude.

They also disagree morally and are always arguing. But there’s still chemistry.

He calls her “Angel” and “Ball Buster” to piss her off.

She calls him “Rotten Onion”

Unlike every other woman Young Jun has met, she isn’t afraid to call him on his shit and tell him the truth. Which Young Jun isn’t used to because he pays women to feign affection for him. (Ex when he pays girls for sex.)

He can’t buy her affection.

After she takes a bullet in the shoulder for him in S2 Ep6 they slowly begin to understand and respect each other. She inspires him to be better and he helps her with her unresolved trauma.

They both share the feeling of being an outcast to their people. They both don't really feel like they're Chinese.

They both know how it feels to be abandoned by a parent. Young Jun’s mother abandoned him similar to how Wu’s father abandoned her.

Both never really had a childhood.

Also, being a victim of the tongs, Wu helps Jun realize just how terrible sex slavery is and how serious of a problem it is in Chinatown. He becomes much more sensitive to it.

Their main shipper is Hong.

Hong: You two are practically made for each other!

Young Jun: What the fuck are you talking about?

Hong: You have so much in common! You love prostitutes, Wu loves prostitutes. She has daddy issues, you have daddy issues-

Young Jun: Shut up Hong.

Hong: I'm just saying, jeez.

(I’ll make a more in-depth post about their relationship and her relationships with the other characters later.)

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Can i request some good ol mutual pining with comic buckycap??❤❤

Here you go! Thank you for requesting.

The Real You

Summary: When Steve and Bucky learn that their girlfriend, Y/N, was kidnapped and impersonated by a Skrull, they’re heartbroken. They miss their girl more then ever, and are beyond happy when they’re reunited with her. 

Steve and Bucky sat on the couch in their shared apartment with their girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N had gone out with some friends, but Steve and Bucky were sitting, holding hands, and waiting for a phone call from Bruce Banner. With the rumors of Skrulls on Earth, Bruce had developed a new way to test if you were a Skrull or not. Even though Steve and Bucky were confident that neither of them were Skrulls, they still sat, waiting for the results.

“You nervous?” Steve asked Bucky, looking over at his boyfriend.

“I shouldn’t be, because I know you and Y/N aren’t Skrulls but . . . I can’t help it,” he admitted.

Steve nodded his understanding, squeezing Bucky’s hand before his phone rang.

He picked it up, shared a glance with Bucky when he saw Bruce’s name, and turned on speakerphone.

“What is it, Banner?” Steve asked.

“You and Barnes are Skrull-free,” Bruce informed them.

Steve and Bucky cheered and kissed in celebration.

“Y/N, too?” Steve asked.

Bruce’s brief silence concerned him.

“I’m sorry, Captain, but the Y/N now is a Skrull. They kidnapped her and are impersonating her, and we have brought the Skrull into custody,” the doctor said.

Steve nearly dropped his phone, paling. “T-thanks Bruce,” he said quickly, before hanging up and turning to Bruce.

“Oh my god,” Bucky breathed.

“She’s been a Skrull,” Steve said, in shock.

“How did we not notice?” Bucky asked angrily, standing up and beginning to pace. “How did we not notice that our GIRLFRIEND was a Skrull?”

Steve looked up at him, at a loss for words. “What did they do to her? They kidnapped her . . . she’s been kept captive for who knows how long,” he realized, his heart sinking. Was she okay? Injured? Was she . . . Alive?

Bucky turned back to him. Steve saw tears in his eyes. He looked broken. “I swear to god I will kill those bastard Skrulls who took her,” he promised.

Steve stood up, taking Bucky’s hands in his own. They were both crying. “I know,” he said softly, resting his forehead against Bucky’s. “We’ll get her back. We’ll take care of her. We’ll apologize for not realizing what happened.”

“Damn straight,” Bucky agreed.

The two were unable to stop talking about their girl for the rest of the night. They theorized, they cried, and their hearts ached to have Y/N - the real Y/N - back in their arms.

For the next couple weeks, all they could think about was getting Y/N back. They missed her terribly, and it hurt more than you could imagine to not know if she was safe, if she was hurt, and where she was. They worked non-stop with the other Avengers. They of course were worried and heartbroken to find out that friends Jessica Drew, Bobbi Morse, Susan Storm, and more had also been replaced by Skrulls. However, they couldn’t deny that their top priority was getting Y/N back.

Meanwhile, Y/N sat chained up in the spaceship floating through . . . Space that she had been forced into. She missed her soldiers more than anything, and they were all she could think about. Jessica, Bobbi, and Susan would keep her company, but it only did so much. She was so hungry, and tired, and in pain from what the Skrulls had done to her. She wondered, would she ever get out? Would she ever see her boyfriends again? Were they okay? Did they even knew that she was gone? Skrulls were damn good at tricking people, playing with people’s emotions.

Y/N longed for them. To touch them and to hug them. She wanted to see Steve’s smile and hear Bucky’s laugh. She’d close her eyes and imagine them standing in front of her, telling her a joke, telling her that they’d find her.

That trust and hope in her boyfriends was the only thing that kept Y/N going.

So when the space ship was broken into and she saw Iron Man standing there, Y/N couldn’t have been more happy. Her heart leapt in her chest and tears came to her eyes. He saved her. She was going to go home. She’d see her soldiers.

Y/N watched how Tony got Jessica out, and craned her neck to see Jessica nearly collapse in a blonde’s arms - Carol, she guessed. Next was Susan, and Y/N suspected that she went out to see her husband Reed, her brother, and her children. Then, Y/N.

Tony smiled at her as he broke the chains. “Your men have been non-stop in getting you back,” he told her, before moving onto Bobbi.

Y/N carefully stood up, wobbling a bit as she stumbled towards the door. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been on her feet. Y/N got herself out, and was overwhelmed to see so many faces, to see Earth itself. She narrowed in and instantly saw Steve and Bucky, and when they saw her, all hell broke loose.

Y/N instantly gathered the little strength she had left she fell into their arms. All three of them were crying tears of joy.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” Steve whispered over and over again, his hand combing through her hair and tugging her close. Y/N’s chin was on Bucky’s shoulder, theirs arms around hers, as she stood in their loving embrace.

“You’re back,” Bucky whispered as well, and Y/N nodded against Steve’s chest.

Stepping back, Bucky immediately scooped Y/N up into his arms. She didn’t complain - just let him carry her, and held Steve’s hand.

“We’re taking you to go checked out medically,” Bucky said, and Y/N squeezed Steve’s hand.

“Okay,” she said, not in the mood to argue. She knew her soldiers were stubborn, and logically she knew she probably needed medical attention.

“I missed you so much,” Steve said.

“Ditto,” Bucky added.

“I missed you, too. You guys kept me going,” Y/N said.

After Bruce looked her over and put her on bed rest, Y/N laid between Bucky and Steve in their bed, the two of them doting over her.

“We bought a new bed after we learned that Skrull-you wasn’t you-you,” Bucky said, handing Y/N a glass of water.

“We bought a new everything,” Steve said, getting a laugh out of the woman.

“Do you want to talk about . . . it?” Steve asked her.

Y/N held hands with Bucky and Steve, leaning her head against the pillow. She sighed, knowing he was referencing to her being held captive by Skrulls.

“No,” she answered quietly.

“Okay,” Bucky said, and then looked at her. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Should have recognized that Skrull-you wasn’t you. I feel . . . Horrible.”

Y/N looked at him, seeing the guilt and pain in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, too. We should have seen it. We should have known that it wasn’t you,” Steve said, rubbing his forehead. It was all he and Bucky had been wondering: how the hell had they not SEEN that their girlfriend was a Skrull?

“It’s okay,” Y/N began to say.

“No, it’s not,” Bucky said. “It’s not okay because you were gone for months and we were kissing and having fun with a Skrull.”

Y/N sat up, despite their protests, and looked over at both of them. “Skrulls are insanely good at impersonating people. I forgive you. It’s okay, trust me,” she said, putting her hand underneath both their chins, earring smiles.

“I love you,” Y/N said, lying back down.

“We love you, too,” the boys said together.

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Underwater Gotham Kingdom Idea

Gotham is an underwater kingdom where dwell a number of different type of merpeople live and work. There are five types of merpeople; octopi, shark, whale, dolphin, and manta. The last two are of a more ruling class, while the former three are seen as less. Still, that doesn’t stop those like shark James Gordon from joining the royal guard, or Orca Alfred Pennyworth from being brought on as a companion for a young noble, manta Bruce Wayne. Martha Wayne was a dolphin and, due to an accident involving the stingers on his tail, Martha died giving birth to him. Thomas has always blamed himself as Bruce inherited his own manta tail instead of his beloved Martha’s dolphin tail. As such, Thomas threw himself into his work, neglecting Bruce.

After countless companions, Alfred Pennyworth is more than a match for rambunctious twelve-year-old Bruce Wayne, especially when Bruce gets a young guard as further protection. Jim and Alfred become fast friends with each other and Bruce, and the pair teach him a lot of different tricks when it comes to fighting. One day, Bruce is swimming around, when he notices a large group of octopi, sharks, and whales swimming together; a little unusual, and he’s curious enough to follow them. When he gets there, he finds a number of octopi, sharks, and whales all gathered together with shark Theo Galavan talking about over throwing their government! He’s about to swim away when he sees something that takes the wind out of his sails and he feels his heart break; Alfred and Jim are there, and they reveal themselves to be spies meant to learn the weaknesses of the palace.

Before Bruce can swim away, he’s caught by a shark named Zsasz who presents him to the group. Galavan is ready to kill Bruce, except that Bruce uses the venom in his tail to hurt Galavan enough to get away. He dodges all of the sharks, octopi, and whales who try to grab him, and uses many of the tricks he learned from Alfred and Jim to make it back to Gotham, but he just wasn’t fast enough and Galavan’s forces start their attack. Galavan finds Bruce and goes to kill him, but Thomas gets in the way, protecting his son. Between Thomas’ more mature venom and and Galavan’s sharp teeth, the two manage to kill each other. Bruce is pulled from the fray by Captain of the Guards, Nathaniel Barnes who takes Bruce to the throne room in one last effort to keep Gotham from falling into the Rebellions hands entirely. He charges shark soldier Harvey Bullock and dolphin sorcerer Lucius Fox with protecting Bruce as Bruce holds the crown jewel of Gotham; a beautiful star sapphire referred to as the Heart of Gotham. The three make their way out of the city and to the one place the Rebels can’t follow; the surface world..

As the three break through the surface, Lucius casts an ancient spell to give them human legs, but is reminded that none of them have ever swam with human legs and have trouble keeping afloat. Thankfully, a family are out on the water and see them, rescuing them. They are Jonathan and Martha Kent, with their twelve-year-old son, Clark, who takes an immediate liking to Bruce.

Five years pass, and Smallville High doesn’t know what to make of the ‘honourary cousins’, Clark Kent and Bruce Fox; on one hand, both boys are handsome jocks that are on the football team, on the other, both boys are huge dorks. Soon, however, they get something new to focus on as a number of new people have moved to Smallville; a new clothing store opened by a Jervis Tetch, whose fashion styles are geared more towards children, and Oswald Cobblepot, who makes very sharp suits for men and women.

Then, there are three new students attending Smallville High; the Valeska twins, Jerome and Jeremiah, and a student said to be a chem genius, Jonathan Crane. To top it off, they get three substitute teachers as well; Victor Fries takes over the science course, Ben Mackenzie takes over as coach for the football team, and Sean Pertwee takes over their history course. At one of the home games, Harvey, Martha, and Lucius are all cheering for their boys (Jonathan having died from cancer two years ago) when Harvey sees Coach Mackenzie, and recognizes his old partner, even through the illusion spell he and ‘Sean’ are wearing. He informs the coach he wants to talk to him later, at the bar he tends at. Saying that he thinks the two have a lot to talk about.

Ben/Jim: Hi Harvey; Oswald was a little surprised you recognized me through Ed’s glamour spell.

Harvey: Ed was always good with magic, almost as good as Lucius was before he gave it up for technology. But you should have remembered that I always had a knack for seeing through spells.

Jim: Yeah, I guess we forgot that. You look good though; the surface world actually agrees with you.

Harvey: It’s not too bad up here; at least up here I don’t have to worry about being stabbed in the back by my own species.

Jim: Harvey...

Harvey: Tell me, how many women and children died that day? I know old Thomas managed to take Galavan down with him; Bruce had nightmares for over a year thanks to him. Tell me, was Galavan supposed to kill him too, or were you going to do that? Nice and quick?

Jim, eyes flashing black and teeth sharpening: Alfred and I would never harm Bruce; you know we loved and doted on him! And Thomas wasn’t supposed to get hurt, but Galavan was insane and hated the Wayne’s.

Harvey: Unless you want people to notice something not right, I’d suggest you calm down. And yeah, I remember just how much you two loved that kid, and can’t help but notice you and the others came here just after the kid turned seventeen; courting age.

Jim: You know he belongs in Gotham.

Harvey: No, here’s what I know; Bruce had no friends and no family apart from Thomas in Gotham, here he has friends, and he and Clark are practically brothers. Lucius likes it up here too; says that human tech is a lot more fun to work with than magic. And finally, me and Martha are happy, we...

Jim: Martha?

Harvey:Clark’s mother? She and her husband Jonathan taught us all about the surface world after they rescued us that day. But Jonathan died two years ago from Cancer, and I looked after her; the two of us have been going steady for almost six months. And it’s because of that I’m willing to offer you, your fellow consorts, and the King of Gotham a deal; we give you the Heart of Gotham and you let the three of us remain here on the surface world.

Jim:...