#justice league imagine

[kimberly-spirits13]

Growing Up in the Justice League HC

Purely self indulgence cause I've been on this and idk why so bear with me here

I can just easily romanticize growing up in the Justice League too easily and it would be a problem

you're brought in at as a baby to be trained by Diana

Apollo brings you to her and tells her that you are an ancient being that regenerates as a new person when you die and this is the form that you have taken. As you get older, you will remember the skills and memories of your past lives but you will have to be raised with someone who can handle you

Diana just loves babies so she had no problem with that

I'd say the league has been established for some time during this point and everyone knows each other's identities in the core group

You grew up in Paris and New York being raised as a mama's child

Bruce is the closest you get to a dad and he does his best

SPOILS YOU ROTTEN

all the Barbies and Legos and whatever toys you'd want as a child

They know that you've been trained as an assassin, wizard, queen, knight, sorceress, scientist, all of these other things that can be traumatic so they just want you to have a great, decent childhood

when you start remember things they begin training you to be a hero

It's like PE and recess all in one since they're really just trying to figure out what you can do

Clark treats you like a fragile piece of glass up until you're a teen cause teenagers confuse him and he just cannot not see you as an innocent beep boppin child sometimes

Barry keeps up with the culture and knows all the songs from your favorite childhood movies and tv shows that you grew up watching on the massive computer in the watch tower when you were up there

will dance to any Barbie song since he knows them all by heart

Hal makes fun of you two but secretly enjoys the movies and is very emotionally invested in Princess and the Pauper and Diamond Castle

Diana and Bruce make sure that you have a great education and training

They are the mature parents of the group and want to make sure you're a functioning member of society

you've got a bag full of grandparents in the Kents, Allans, Princes, Alfred and they all love you to death

Alfred teaches you to make the best tea and gardening, Ma Kent teaches you to quilt and make bread, Pa Kent teaches you how to drive a tractor and farm, Hippolyta teaches you about the Greek gods and ancient cultures and how to ride horses, the Allans would have loads of board games to play and love having you over

Once Young Justice or Teen Titans comes around you don't join since you're officially a Justice League member and get along better with the adults since you were raised by them

That doesn't mean that you don't like or hang out with the kids, it's just that you have better inside jokes with Hal and Barry

When Superboy comes around and the League disappears, you were the only one not taken by the portal since you were helping out some civilians

You knew that Clark wasn't dead and you knew the League was somewhere

What kept you afloat was humor and Kon attached to that since he just needed someone that wasn't insane in his life

you probably won't develop romantic feelings for each other but it's more of a camaraderie since you were both raised in a really unorthodox way

when the league finally comes back, you say it's the happiest day of your life and rant to them that you were the only one who knew they weren't gone but no one understood it

Hal and Barry are known for having a thing for chicken tenders and make sure to instill an addiction in you for chicken tenders

Arthur (Aquaman) really really really likes them too but he doesn't realize it until he comes to the League

Clark would be the one to take you out for ice cream randomly or if you're having a bad day

the mother hen therapist type

You're America's favorite Justice Leaguer and often go viral for in uniform interactions with the League

Dancing with Flash at a Presidential ceremony because the music is too beep boopin good and you can't help but bop around a little bit

Media also loves you as a civilian and it's been suspected that you are the love child between Diana and Bruce since I mean- that would make the most sense

it's a running joke in the league

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hello!

I've been getting very into DC again, from all the comics I had in my attic.

So i would like to request a "meeting the batfam" like think.

Being Bruce's new boyfriend and meeting the kids and how would they react.

Have a nice day! (You're the only think keeping me from commiting a crime/jk)

Bruce Wayne x male reader

Headcanons

Ive been on a kick lately of making half-god characters, so reader is the son of a god, hehe ^^

You were the son of Ares, a half god, and the son of a god most feared, and that the Justice league had fought many times.

So, by relation, many people didn’t trust you when they learned about your parentage. Had you been any crueler of a person, that might have driven you down a path where you followed in your fathers’ footsteps, but you weren’t.

You ended up inheriting many of his powers, even gaining his clairvoyance and precognition in dreams. Said dreams had been your first sign that you were more than just your average person, as you foresaw many of the larger disasters around the world.

There ends up being a sense of duty in your heart as your dreams keep warning you about an invasion of earth, becoming more and more detailed every night. It reaches a point where you think you are going mad.

As a last-ditch effort, you end up in Gotham, where you spend days trying to find any of the bats, just trying to find somebody to believe you. In the end, you stumble across Bruce, who probably thinks you are on something because of the less than put together state you are in.

That is until you spill everything you have been dreaming about, and how its all happened, and how this dream keeps haunting you every night.

Bruce of course listens to everything you have to say, and takes you as seriously as anything else he would. He keeps your warning in mind and gets prepared, and when your precognition comes to pass, he is ready.

From then in, Bruce passes by your place every now and then, as you end up moving to Gotham as Batman is the only hero you feel takes you seriously.

Hes the one to help you figure out your true parentage, and gets you in contact with some people who can help you deal with your new developing powers. You two end up bonding a lot, and over time, fall in love.

You both make each other feel like a full person and like you are understood. The relationship is kept quiet on Bruces end, not because he doesn’t trust his family or anything, but because he just wants to keep it to himself for a bit.

It does get a bit hard to hide the hand shaped bruises on his hips or torso when your godly strength slips out, but Bruce has lived with worse aches and bruises in his life, so its not something people notice.

You never went out of your way to become a hero, even with your godly powers. You are happy living your life and being together with Bruce, much of your stress gone since you know Bruce will believe you when it comes to your dreams.

When the day finally comes where you go to meet his family, you can’t help but feel a little nervous. Sure, you’ve met them in passing as their vigilante alter egos, when they’ve followed Bruce during his meetings with you, but this will be as Bruces lover.

Bruce is endeared by how hard you want to make a good impression, how you fuss with your hair and your clothes to be most presentable. When you ask him if you need to bring a gift or something, he just laughs a little and kisses your forehead, telling you to stop worrying as he’s sure they’ll love you.

The family all know Bruce is bringing his lover that night for family dinner, but they all don’t know who it is, even Alfred is in the dark.

They are all a bit on edge, as Bruce doesn’t have the best track record when it comes to partners. And since he didn’t tell them a name, they assume its not the people he’s normally been with, like Selina or Talia.

Imagine their surprise when Bruce arrives with you on his arm, from your civilian clothes to your sheepish smile, to you looking downright nervous to meet them as you clearly want to make a good first impression.

It might take a bit for any of them to recognize you, as only a few of them might have met you in passing, but you probably end up telling them during dinner when they ask how you and Bruce met.

I can’t see them being against you more than they would any other partner, especially when you go out of your way to use your dreams and abilities to help as many people as possible.

Cass is most likely the one to warm up to you first, as she can easily read that you are a good person who loves Bruce very much, and Cass’s approval makes the others become less tense and more open to the idea of you.

Alfred is also happy that Bruce has found someone who isn’t a criminal or assassin for once, even though they all know you could punch a guy to smithereens if you wanted too, thanks to your godly strength.

But your personality makes it clear that’s not something you want to do, so that gives you extra points in their books. They most likely use their knowledge from Diana and her parentage when it comes to you, incase you end up doing something a little too godly without realizing.

They’ve all been around many different kinds of people and beings, so I don’t think anything you do put them off. They’ll all just need time to warm up to you, and see with their own eyes that you truly do love Bruce, and that Bruce loves you back just as much.

It would take a while, as they were all trained by Bruce and are all suspicious of anybody and take forever to trust. It starts to make you think they’ll never like you, even when Bruce tells you they will, they just need time.

You know you’ve gained their trust when they start showing up in your apartment, be it after patrol, during the day, or any other time, they’re likely to just appear. This also means you end up learning a lot more first aid than you thought you’d ever need.

The last to trust you is Damian, but you can tell you scored a win when he demands you learn self-defense, as your form is horrible, and he drags you down to the cave to walk you through the basics.

Bruce feels like his heart could burst with love when he sees his family accepting you, and he couldn’t be any happier. The batfam is pretty damn happy too, as Bruce starts taking care of himself because of you.

Can’t have a date if he hasn’t slept in days, or if he’s covered in bruises or has broken bones. You probably end up spending a lot of time at the manor too, since Bruce can’t just go into town to spend time in your apartment during the day, or else the paparazzi would find out about the relationship almost immediately.

So, all in all, his kids would like you quite a lot after they got enough time to learn what kinda person you were, and what your morals were. They might even start seeing you as a safe person to go too when they need someone to talk too or just need some company.

[zoraedits]

Bruce Wayne

By @zoraedits

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[moonlit-imagines]

warnings:

a/n: me when i externalize my internal DCEU storyline (i like making my OCs reader in a way teehee) also maybe i will make HCs of this reader idk

not requested

You were one of the few faces Barry recognized when he mixed up the timeline so bad. Unfortunately for him, you had no damn idea who this kid was. You looked older, were older. But you were still Bruce’s kid. “Yeah, I can’t do that, Harry.”

“Uh, it’s Barry, but, uh, why not?” He replied, getting a little more frustrated at these converging situations. Getting his powers back, stopping Zod, fixing his mistakes. “I mean, you’re not exactly like my y/n. You’re like, severely badass and somehow even more stoic. And you have a whole army.”

“If what you’re saying about these ‘Kryptonians’ is true, I won’t put my soldiers in danger for a war they can’t win. They’re assassins, but they’re still human.” You explained to the timeline twins. “And I haven’t put on a Batsuit in ages, not that it’d do us much good.”

“Yeah, kid, after y/n’s mom and grandfather died, she gave up on the whole vigilante thing—so did I. The League of Shadows is peaceful, Gotham was saved, and we don’t have all these…what do you call them? Metahumans?” Bruce explained, turning to you. You cracked a smirk and shrugged.

“I’m sorry we can’t be more help, we just aren’t the same people you know.”

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[a-fandom-reimagined]

"DAMN YOU DIANA PUT ME DOWN!"

You heard Diana chuckle. It's a deep and rich sound pooling low in the bottom of your stomach.

Your face had never been so hot, your humiliation never as evident as when Diana in two swift motions relieved you of your weapons and hoisted you over her shoulder and started for your room.

Diana, to her credit, wasn't too familiar with human impediments but she knew enough from the phlegmy cough, chills, weak stance, and 102-degree fever that you were in no shape to fight anything but whatever ailed you.

Your jaw dropped when the ground fell away from your feet. As your teammates gawked on in disbelief. Too stunned and fearful of your respective wraths to do anything but gawk. In her defense, the Amazonian warrior gave you the opportunity to go quietly. You just hadn't been smart enough to take it.

You raised a fist slamming it down hard into her back as she carted you away. Not enough to seriously hurt her, you weren't even at your full strength for that. But hard enough to let her know you meant business. "Put. Me. Down. Now." you snarled.

Diana stopped and hiked the hand she had curled around your thigh ever so higher. And squeezed. Your face blazed with heat, all too aware of your teammates who no doubt spied the motion. Even if it was from behind.

Any further threats you'd hoped to level at her were lodged uncomfortably in your throat. "Hit me again and this cold will be the least of your problems," she threatened. She'd never spoken to you like this before. In this raw unrelenting tone she usually held reserved for her enemies. And lovers. "You are ill and in no shape to fight. I am taking you to your rooms where you will stay and rest.

"I'm not sick!" you said around a cough.

"And this is not up for debate. Go on ahead," she called to the others. "I'll be looking after Y/N today."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I realize this kinda isn't 'taking care' of the reader so if you don't like it and want me to do it again just shoot me another ask. And sorry I took so long. Enjoy.

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[prismuffin]

Idk why I thought this was soo funny. But ya know how Speedster's are always so hyped up w/ energy??

What if Wally West was dating someone, that was a Night Owl? So his boyfriend during the morning and noon is just a cuddly sloth w/ low energy. The rest of the young justice team is just like, "How do u 2 function as a couple????".

Wally just talking 90mph w/ his friends, while sitting in his bf's lap fidgeting w/ his hands. The bf having his face buried in to Wally's upper back.

Only, during a mission where there has to be an all nighter, dose the team watch Wally's Bf drinking an monster energy and being able to keep up w/ Wally's energy.

- 0w0

Hey 0w0 !! I'm not gonna lie I kinda love this relationship dynamic LMFAO but anyways I think that-

Wally loves it when you're able to keep up with and match his energy at night but he also loves how cuddly you are for the rest of the day. His love language is definitely quality time and physical touch so you just following him around like a tired lost puppy and hugging him from behind while he does stuff is perfect for you both.

The team are definitely confused because it seems like you're polar opposites? Like they truly wonder how you two even got together, and then a mission comes up where they have to pull an all nighter to stake out some place across the street and oh- my- god. They get it now, it makes so much sense omg??? You just randomly got so...energetic! It was like two Wally's just bouncing off the walls all night it was close to being unbearable.

After that experience they're glad you're not like that all the time because otherwise it'd be almost too chaotic.

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Directory

[fandomnerd9602]

Ganderbend Bruce Wayne (Bryce Wayne) lets say reader wants Bryce to relax for one day

Bryce: but Gotham needs me

Y/N: you need to rest

Y/N massages her muscles…

Y/N: love, I’m sure Babs and Dick can handle the load for one night.

Bryce: oh alright. You broke the bat

Bryce giggles as she jumps into Y/N’s arms…

[ravcns]

Finding You

Dick Grayson x fem!reader

summary: in almost every universe he has been in love with someone else until, he wasn’t. this won’t have a rlly sad ending i promise

It was the same pattern every single time but, something was different now. Watching the person you love from afar was painful, especially since he just had a flirtatious personality. Somehow you got the guy, both of you were sickeningly in love with one another.

He would watch the stars with you the activity always made you feel so insignificant in the universe, but being with him made everyday crucial. You pictured that when you both were done with this hero business you could settle down. Dick wanted better for you, better for your future family. If there was anyone he would grow old with it was you.

Fate had other plans, of course. It was believed that the heroes could face anything, oh how wrong that was. The initial assault on earth had tragic civilian casualties, in these times the people of earth looked towards their heroes. However this was not a battle that could be fought.

You were aware of the flashpoints, it was something discussed as a “backup” plan. The thought of losing this though scared you. Everyone knew that things would not be the same and key events could change, they hoped that with the chance the league would be successful in stopping the threat or they could buy time. The risks were great not only would your universe change, but the rest of the multiverse too.

Suddenly you were painfully aware of the fact that you may not be with him anymore. You pulled him aside, the two of you were quite a distance away from the remaining heroes. “Thank you for loving me the way that you did Grayson.” By now you both were sat on a rock, arms around one another. “And I’m still going to love you no matter what.” He said, leaning more on you. “Dick, you heard Flash things will be different after this.” You told him, trying to hold your tears at bay. “The two of us will get through this.” He reassured you. “It’s possible there will be no us, don’t you understand?” Your voice was quavering now.

Dick Grayson embraced his lover. “y/n this isn’t a goodbye, it’s a promise. You’re my person and you will always be. No matter what happens now I will find you and if i don’t you have to knock some sense into me once we are together again.” He laughed which caused you to smile. “Till we meet again Boy Wonder.” As the light engulfed everything the soulmates kissed.

In the Watchtower four people stood together. “Robin, I would like you to meet y/s/n. Green Arrow’s protégé.” Batman gestured to you. “Hi!” Your voice was like music to his ears.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

It Has Always Been You ~ Batman x Healing Powers!Reader

I wrote this, sort of because I really missed DCAU and the Justice League, sort of because I love the Batman cartoon shows, sort of because I wanted to have something written as a Christmas and End of the year present, sort of because I’m also this -><- close to reaching the 4k milestone ~ So, there you have it! I love the Batman cartoon version so much more than the Movie live action versions, and I can barely find Justice League related content in here. Tried my best :) Hope you enjoy it and Happy Holidays~!

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Summary: Reader is Batman’s childhood best friend and was there when his parents died. Though he has grown distant even from Reader, he still cherishes her deeply and sends her gifts to make her know he’s still there for her. But when Batman goes missing, can Reader get in contact with the Justice League and rescue him?

“Slow down, children, slow down. Bruce, you know Y/N will spend the night over, you two have all the time to play after dinner.” Bruce’s mum, Martha, hummed in amusement, clinging to her husband’s arm. “It’s alright, Martha, let them be. They’re not bothering anyone.” Thomas smiled dearly at his wife. “O, my masked vigilante hero! O, my Zorro! Come save your dear Elena de la Vega from the awful villain!” Y/N giggled at her best friend, twirling in that pretty dress of hers. “I shall save you, my dear Elena! But first, let us spar! En garde!” the two children rolled the flyers tightly and started playing sword-fight with them. “Ahh, okay, you win, you win. Damn - If I were stronger, I could hold you up like Zorro with Elena.” Bruce huffed, looking down. “That just means you have to remain my friend long enough for you to get strong like Zorro and do just that!” Y/N threw her arms around the boy’s neck, kissing his cheek, smiling as his cheeks flushed. “Yes, yes, yes! I’ll do just that! Just you wait - I’ll be taller than even dad, and stronger!” he laughed boastfully. “If you’re the strong one, that just means I’m the fast one, yes? You have yet to beat me in a speed contest.” her grin widened playfully, before slowly reaching her hand to his shoulder and tapping him all of a sudden. “Tag! You’re it, Zorro!” giggling cheerfully, Y/N started sprinting ahead, hearing Bruce chasing after her through the dark alley - Only to see the girl bump into a man, just a little shorter than his dad, but possibly just as strong, as he watched Y/N stumble backwards. The man caught her by the shoulder, stopping her from falling. “O-Oh... Forgive me, mister, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” she tried to take a step back, but the grip on her shoulder was beginning to hurt her. “U-Uhm... Please... Let me go.” looking up at the man towering over her, she not only saw his ugly, malicious face, but the glint of metal in the moonlight. Y/N squealed in panic, struggling to get away from him, but failing. “You’ve got quite the pretty necklace, pretty girl. How about you give it to me?” he sneered under his breath, and grinned disgustingly as he watched the girl tear up and shaking, but also nodding her head and reaching out to take the necklace off - Only for him to grab it before she could take it off and rip it off painfully, pushing her to the ground. “Y/N!” Bruce ran past the man and knelt to her side, gathering her up in his arms. “Did he hurt you?” “I-I’m fine!” she sniffled, though the burning around her neck from the necklace still hurt. “Now, how about the purse, lady? And the pearls.” the man threatened Bruce’s parents, this time, without shying away from hiding the pistol. “We are going to cooperate, mister. First, my wallet  - Here, take it. Now let me take her necklace off...” but the gun went off before Thomas could retriever the necklace, and all the pearls fell to the ground, each with its own clink. “NO!” Martha watched horrified as her husband’s bloody, dead body fell to the wet, cobbled ground. “Bruce! Y/N! Run away! Now!” were her last words before she, too, succumbed to the irrational behaviour of the criminal. “Wallet, purse, necklace... Good bounty. Now, what else can I get before someone alerts the cops? Ah, yes. Boy! Gimme that watch!” the man approached the two frightened and stunned children whose eyes were peeled to the two fallen ones’ corpses on the ground. Still and unmoving. “NOW, BOY!” the man punched Bruce hard enough to knock him to the ground. “DON’T HURT HIM, YOU EVIL MAN!” Y/N jumped and clinged to his wrist, biting and clawing at him as hard as he could - The culprit let out a scream and dropped the gun to the ground. In his anger, he punched the little girl to the ground and mounted her petite form, strangling her.  “You pathetic little worm, how DARE you attack me?! I’ll watch the life leave your eyes... Or maybe I should snatch the expensive dress off you first? I always had a thing for... Destroying and corrupting cute, innocent little things like you.” his laugh was going to haunt the two children for the rest of their lives. “R-Run... Br-Bruce...!” through her whimpers, tears and gasps for air, Y/N managed to struggle some words out. But the boy couldn’t leave his spot, glued to the wall, on the ground. “Y---.... Y/N... N-No...” he was trembling uncontrollably. “Daddy... Mummy... No... Y/N... Not you too...” Bruce was spiraling so hard, that he was only brought back to reality by another very loud, resounding gunshot. He stopped breathing. Y/N was dead. “Gah... So heavy... I can’t...” but... That was Y/N’s voice... How...?! “A bit of help, please...” focusing his gaze, he saw the criminal’s body flat and lame over Y/N’s small one. They were sitting in a pool of blood, as the girl tried to claw her way from underneath his disgusting body. But Bruce couldn’t move. Instead, people alerted by the there gunshots, and cops alike, came by and helped the little, crying girl. Bruce was useless. He could not speak a single word of what happened. The shock and trauma of being mugged, brutalized and having his parents killed before his very eyes were enough to shut his brain down. Instead, it was Y/N who spoke to the police as many times as it was needed, explaining the situation, the struggle - Everything, it perfect detail.

“Bruce. You can come stay with me and my family. O-Or, if you want to stay at your own home, with Alfred, just know that you can always come have sleepovers at mine. At if you want me to, I can come over any day and night you feel like it. Okay?” but the boy only nodded his head. The life and vitality were lost from his eyes, and since that day, Y/N realised that Bruce Wayne was never going to be the same sweet and energetic little boy that she knew. And who could blame him, really? Even she changed.

Y/N wasn’t outgoing and cheerful anymore either - Instead, she kept more to herself and became more or less anti-social. Not that she minded the company of people, but she preferred to stay alone, rather than surrounded by idiots who only gossip and bring nothing interesting to the conversation. She was done playing around with childish people... It was just... Exhausting and draining. And oh, how much of a nuisance her classmates can be.

She had hoped, at least, that her friendship with Bruce would remain as strong as it always was - Alas, it wasn’t that way. No matter how much she tried to either cling to him, or give him his very much needed space, he would never go out of his way to contact her, and even in school, he wouldn’t even look at her. Was she reminding him of his trauma? Of that awful night? Was he blaming her for running into that stranger and possibly triggering the events that unfolded?

No, her Bruce wasn’t like that. She was sure he wasn’t like that. After all, he still wore the special crush bracelet that she made for him - Every day, in fact - So he doesn’t hate her, he just needs his time. Still, she missed him dearly.

Though he was barely speaking to anyone, Y/N would always find little gifts either on her desk, in at home - And she needn’t any name on it, she knew who it was from. Be that chocolate on Valentine’s day, or a flower on women’s day, a festive gift for Christmas, or something grand for her birthday - It did not matter. Bruce never forgot about her, nor to write a few words on a pretty letter. He still cared for her so deeply - In fact, it was only her and Alfred that remained in his heart. There was only so much he could take in that small, little child heart of his.

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Bruce woke up with a jolt - Now, in a sitting position, he was panting for air, feeling the abundant sweat drip down his forehead. For how long was he going to have that dreadful nightmare? His whole life? It’s been decades now, can’t he get a rest already? It only seems to get worse around the time of important events, namely his or Y/N’s birthday or Christmas. He’d usually go and gaze at the old portraits of his parents, but it only felt bittersweet.

Returning to his bed and drinking a glass of water, he looks at the calendar. Just as he suspected, another year had already lapsed, and it was Y/N’s birthday. His head shifted slightly, and he spared a glance at the beautifully wrapped gift box on his desk. No matter how much he insisted, Alfred never let him wrap the gift himself, saying he wants to do something for the young Mistress... And always, he goes around, reproaching him for not calling her over more often. What an old food, as if he can afford endangering even her, of all people. Bruce was so deathly terrified of the countless villains around the world, and especially those in Gotham, that he was too afraid to allow her to get any closer to him... Just like how they were when they were little.

In a way, his wish had become true, but at what cost? A masked vigilante with a code name, just like Zorro... But where was his Elena de la Vega? His beautiful Elena was kept at bay by Zorro himself, instead of staying by her side. He was truly... Pathetic.

Looking at the clock, he realised the time had already passed, and he should start getting ready to leave the manor. Every year, he would take the day off and spend it at Y/N’s house, all cozy, just like they used to. Maybe a movie, a TV series, or a silly sitcom. Sometimes, he encourages her to play that strategy game she has been playing since very little - Somehow, he was fascinated by how easy it was for the girl to lead an army and defeat her enemies during campaigns so easily, utilizing her allies, armada, spells and resources so well. Perhaps, if he were into video games, he too would be able to accomplish such feats - Yet for some reason, it only looked appealing when she played and talked about the scenarios and why she does what she does. After all, it has been decades since she’s started this game, and she knows those maps better than the layout of her own apartment. 

For such an intelligent person with a keen eye for detail, she still comically always got lost, even in the close proximity of her home. It was hilarious - Yet hail the GPS for aiding her during her most needy of times.

After eating his breakfast at his own leisure, Bruce changed into a comfortable outfit and took his car to Y/N’s home, using the key she had long since gifted him to enter. He was greeted by her puppies that loved him dearly, but he noticed she wasn’t home. Instead, somewhere around his eye length, a paper was pinned to the door, telling him that she was out to do some groceries and she’ll be home soon. With a chuckle, Bruce made his way to the living room and waited, watching TV and petting the dogs sitting on his lap and all over him. - His favourite though was the little, fluffy black one with large ears that was nuzzling her small, wet nose in the crook of his neck. He had gifted her to Y/N for Christmas a few years ago, with a ribbon around her neck, and she was impatiently sitting on a larger gift box, until it had toppled over. The way Y/N eyes were sparkling brighter than the stars themselves and she threw herself on the fluffy carpet and started loving, kissing and cuddling that puppy was all worth looking around pet shelters for weeks on end.

It was so warm in the house, and aromatic fragrances were drunkening him with how sweet and cozy they were, just like the comfortable couch he was laying on. There weren’t many occasions when Bruce would sleep over at her house, but whenever he did, it was on this couch. She did have a spare bedroom, and on many occasions, she told him to share her large bed, saying they used to do that so often when they were children... But he couldn’t. No matter how much he wanted to hold her to his chest and kiss her dearly, to stay by her side as often as before and to carry her around like Zorro with Elena... But how could he endanger the one person he loves so much?

Perhaps Bruce felt so drowsy because he had awoken so early, because of that wretched nightmare, but soon, the man had fallen asleep, along with all the dogs who have retorted to relaxing on his body.

When Y/N had returned home, she was met with the sound of her dogs pitter pattering chaotically around the house, but nothing of Bruce’s presence. Perhaps he was busy fighting crime, she thought, putting the heavy bags on the kitchen table, before going to the living room, where she saw an indent in the couch, and a gift box on the ground, with the bow half undone. Panic started surging through her veins, realising that something bad was going on. Quickly, she fell to the ground and ripped apart the box to make sure it wasn’t some kind of bomb or something - Thankfully, it was just a normal present. Sighing, she raked her fingers through her hair and tried to take a few deep breaths and think properly.

Her eyes started analysing the room, looking for any clues as to what had happened - But found only a small, round thing, looking like a button. It looked to be some sort of ear piece, she thought. It was time to visit Alfred. 

She jumped in her car and sped up to Bruce’s home, bursting through the manor’s doors and calling out for the old butler. “Alfred, something happened to Bruce!” seeing the man at the top of the staircase, she flew up to stand before him. “My living room is a mess... And look, I found this.” she showed the man the ear piece. “I see. Master Bruce was looking forward to spending the day with you. A pity something had to happen. Let us go to the cave, perhaps we can localize his location.” the butler rushed to the Batcave and worked around the many technological devices, but they would only see an imagine from her own living room. Someone knew very well about Bruce’s identity as the Batman, his plans, and went out of his way to remove the tracking device and keep it at the scene of the crime.  “Do you think he was kidnapped?” the girl asked with a mutter. “It is highly possible, however, I advise you not to despair. If we cannot find him, then perhaps I might someone who can.” the butler pointed towards the ear piece. “It is time to call for the Justice League.” “... Those guys on TV who always save the world with their superpowers and... Whatever?” the girl looked skeptical. “Master Bruce once had a slip of the tongue and called them ‘friends’. I would say, if we want any hope of rescuing him, they are the solution.” Alfred spoke, putting his hands around the girl’s own, where the ear piece was placed on her palm. “Please, Miss Y/N, bring him back.” “I will, Alfred. No matter what, I will save Bruce.” she said as she rushed outside, inspecting the ear piece. “Alright now, let’s see how you work.” she muttered to herself, remembering what Bruce would tell her of his friends in the Justice League. 

The one who would answer the intercom was Martian Manhunter. What was his name again? John? No, that was Green Lantern. Something similar though. Jones? Jones something... Ah, yes. John Jones. J’onn J’onzz. Not bad. 

Putting on that ear piece, she activated it. “J’onn? I need help. Batman has disappeared. I need your help to find him.” A low and almost awkward mystical voice had replied to her. “Who are you?” “Is that the important part now, or that we can’t track Batman? Isn’t he your friend? Come on, get me to that space ship something and let’s start looking for him!” any ounce of diplomacy or shyness she might have had was long gone. “We cannot just bring you to our base. Identify yourself and tell us how you know of Batman’s disappearance.” with a frustrated groan, Y/N answered to the skeptic. “I am his childhood best friend. He came over today when I wasn’t home, and the house was a mess -- Can’t we discuss this face to face? The mere fact that I have his ear piece should speak for itself.” thankfully, after a few moments of silence, the Martian had finally teleported her up on the space headquarters of the Justice League - But he was not alone. All the core members were there, looking her down with intimidating looks. “Great, we’ve got the superhero literary circle formed. Now, can we talk about how can we even locate Batman?” she was growing ever impatient. “Who exactly are you, miss? Forgive us for being skeptical, but it’s hard to believe the smartest man I know was so easily kidnapped.” Superman stepped forward - He was the voice of reason of the group. Sighing, Y/N thought about how to prove she was a friend, without revealing his identity. “You are Clark Kent, the journalist. He is John Stewart, ex-architect and formed marine veteran from Detroit. You - Wally West, scientist at the Central City Police Department, Forensics division. You are Diana, the Amazon Princess of Themyscira... And you are Shayera, a detective from Thanagar. Ah, and of course, the last Martian alive, J’onn J’onzz, the one with whom I was talking earlier.” she pointed to each member, flustering them. “Now - Would I know all this, if it weren’t for Batman telling me of his - Friends - As he called you?” the girl asked, crossing her arms to her chest. “The Martian can shapeshift and mind read, Batman said. Go ahead, read my mind, see that I am right, have a look at the crime scene if you can - Just do something!” the girl was exasperated by the stalling. “She is right.” J’onn nodded his head “Then what do we do?” Flash asked. “It’s not exactly often that Bats get in trouble. Usually, he rescues himself before we get around to save him.” “I know. Thing is, I tried tracking him with the device he has at him all the time, but the culprit knew about it and left it at my home. What’s worse, I’m pretty sure he hardly has any of his devices at him.” she explained the problem at hand.  “How do we know we can trust her? Maybe she’s the one who planned this all along, and she’s trying to betray us.” Shayera glared at the girl. “You’d know all about betraying the people you care about, wouldn’t you, Shayera?” Hackgirl was about to slam her mace into the new girl’s head, only to be held back by John and Diana. “But if it is true and Bruce is in danger, we can’t take chances.” the Princess reasoned. “Bruce...? You know his identity?” Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, only to see them all nodding. “Well that makes things easier.” she took out her wallet and showed them a picture of her and Bruce when they were children. It was taken during that dreadful night, but the picture itself was too beautiful not to keep. Bruce had no idea about this, however, nor did she want to remind him of that night like that. “It was taken the night his parents were killed. We were going back home after we watched Zorro at the theater. Our parents were good friends, so we kinda grew up together. We were supposed to have a sleepover at his home after that -- But you know how the rest of the night went, I presume. Now - Can we start looking for him - PLEASE?” Y/N was beginning to get very antsy. “I think that’s more than enough proof. Did you find any clues?” Superman asked. “No. Were it not for the indent in the couch and the gift box on the ground, I wouldn’t have even known he had come over. The ear piece was on the carpet, I almost missed it.” she explained. “Well, there’s no shortage of villains from our world and many others that would try to harm him.” Flash grumbled to himself. “What do we do? Where do we start?” “Is there any way to narrow it down somehow?” John asked. “I... Might have an idea. But it has no base ground at all.” Y/N looked up, thinking. “Like you said, Batman has a ton of enemies, but as far as I’m concerned, he was never attacked as Bruce Wayne, and my home was never in danger either. If any of the villains wanted a direct attack on Batman, they would have made it known in grand fashion - But this is far too stealthy.” Y/N trailed on. “So you’re saying, you don’t think it’s anyone from Gotham?” Flash tried to pick up her train of thoughts, and smiled seeing her nod in approval. “Two months ago, my parents were kidnapped. The man didn’t ask for ransom, but sent Bruce a tape, threatening him directly. He knows Bruce is Batman - How, I cannot tell. Either way, Batman brought him to justice and stuck him in jail. If he’s escaped, then he might be our guy. His name is Martin Davis, and he was a business man who got bankrupt five years ago. That’s... About all I know. “ the worried girl recalled the awful incident and how desperate she was, afraid for her parents’ life. Now, Bruce was in danger, and she had no idea what the culprit wanted, aside from possibly revenge. “That’s good information. Bruce was usually the one looking for intel into people.” Diana spoke, a bit endearing. She seemed taken to the Bat. How cute. “Then it’s time we do the work.” John spoke up. “Until the smart guys find some info on our guy, want a drink?” Flash asked, making the girl look weirdly at him. “Come on, I’m trying to calm you a bit. It’s just some soda.” “Sure.” Y/N muttered, watching as the speedster grinned cheekily and put his arm around the girl guiding her to the cafeteria where they sat at a table, and he came with a drink of each kind, including coffee, tea and hot chocolate. “Thank you, Wally. I appreciate it.” “No problemo!” he exclaimed cheerfully, only to realise the girl was quiet and texting on her phone. “So, uh... You know all about us. Tell me about you.” After finishing texting Alfred about the details from the mission, she placed her phone on the table and propped her jaw on her palm. “Uh... There’s not much about me, I suppose.” she muttered lightly. “I’m a doctor at the Gotham hospital, and I have some healing powers, so the more difficult cases go to me.” she thought over a bit more - It was weird, speaking about herself to a stranger. “I don’t really know what people find interesting when asking about others. I’m... Not really a people person, you know.” she had an awkward smile on her face. “You and Bats both.” Flash chuckled, seeing the resemblance. “What hobbies to you have?” “I like travelling, but I never have the time to do it. I don’t like traveling alone either, so that would be a problem too.” she hummed lightly. “So -- You have superpowers and you like traveling. Cool! Why don’t you join the Justice League? Oh, and - You need a hero suit.” that sunny smile of his made the girl look at him with complete disbelief. “I’m fine with my completely mundane, normal clothes, thanks. I don’t fancy these skin-tight suits... Or latex. Also... I’m, uh... Not exactly hero-material. I couldn’t do it. I’m not selfless like you guys are. Also, I don’t like your no-killing policy. I have a strong vendetta against those who commit awful crimes, like murder, torture, terrorism, rape. Those guys have it easy. They just go to jail. But the victims and their families will be afflicted with trauma for the rest of their lives. More, the justice system is so flawed, that they often get out on parole, bail, or ‘Good behaviour’, only to go on with even worse crimes than before - And the cycle continues.” the man’s smile fell off his face - He could definitely see where she was coming from, and the reality was harsh. “I know, Y/N. I understand. It’s not easy for us either... But there are man other, external threats that are a danger to our whole planet. We could benefit from someone like you. I’ve never seen a hero who has powers of healing others.” the man tried to encourage her.  “Flash... If some Superman-level villain came to destroy Earth... You know, like Darkseid... What will I be able to do? Nothing. I’m literally just a human who can heal wounds, and I can inflict some damage on some with my magic, but it’s really not that big of a deal. Moreover, if a threat came, and I was put in the position to choose, I would sacrifice the whole planet, just to save Bruce, and I mean it.” she said. “That’s the problem with being a superhero. You have to sacrifice everything, and everyone you love, for the greater good of the world, but nobody cares about you and your life.” Y/N explained. “If anything, I’m pretty sure Bats would do anything to save you. Just like you for him. Maybe it can even bring you two closer!” Flash exclaimed, before stammering. “You, uh... You two are together, right?” Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, before looking away. “Uhm... W-Well...” “Wait -- No...! Don’t tell me --” she nodded at him. “Oh, what an idiot! He can’t just-- Ahhhh, Batman, Batman, Batman. I’ll have a talk with him when we find him!” he hit his fist on his chest. “It’s... Really okay. We, uh... We’ll find something.” she sighed, shaking her head. “By the way -  Can I be the Best Man to your wedding? I play the matchmaker game now!” a small blush painted her face.  “I, uh... Really can’t see that happening... But, I mean, I suppose... Sure? Although I think you’ll have to fight Superman for that title. Maybe... Maid of Honour?” Y/N chuckled lightly, watching the crestfallen expression on his face. “Oh, come on! How mean!” he whined like a little child. He was adorable, and Y/N was grateful that it was him who comforted her. She didn’t think anyone else could do what he had done in distracting her.

After some more light chatting, Flash received a message on his ear piece that they had uncovered information about the culprit, and they embarked on one of the javelins, following the coordinates towards what seemed to be a private island, far away, into the middle of the Pacific, and it was even covered by a force field that made it invisible to the naked eye, but the space ship was far more technologically advanced than this creation.

At first, they thought it might be overkill, so many members of the justice league, going after a single man, in this rather large island - But this man had done his homework, and one by one, the heroes were brought down. First, it was Superman, who got shot with Kryptonite, of all things. Then, Green Lantern was injected with some kind of psychological gadget that made John think he was blind, and in his frenzy, not only was he unable to visualise and create objects with his lantern, but he couldn’t focus either. Flash was next, and he got paralysed, trying to save Y/N from the gun shot. Shayera was also easy to break down, with a rough blow to the head.

Where all the members disappeared, Y/N did not know, but at least she still had the Amazon Princess with her. She had just about the perfect kind of raw strength that was able to destroy walls and deflect shots, whilst Y/N would use magic shields to engulf the projectile launchers, making them implode. It was this way that they finally reached the final room, where Bruce was laying on what looked like a sacrificial stone table. “Bruce!” Diana called out his name, rushing to his side. “DIANA, NO!” Y/N yelled at her, but it was far too late - The Princess, in her rush, was taken down and immobilised by the enemy who was, indeed, the man who had once kidnapped her parents. Martin Davis. “Alright, let’s not waste our breaths, what do you want?” “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. You shouldn’t have come here. You should have remained content with your parents safe - But no, you had to come over and watch your darling Batman die. How quaint.” he laughed menacingly, stepping next to the table and slapping the unconscious man’s chest. “Look around you. What does this look like?” he asked, a wide, wicked grin on his face. “A ritual room.” Y/N realised - It hadn’t taken long, for the room looked an awful much like the clichee environment of a Maya civilisation sacrification chamber. It was half horrifying and half hilarious, but the situation at hand was, by far, the creepiest thing she’s ever seen. “So... Why do you want to sacrifice Bruce?” she asked, trying to keep herself steady and come up with a plan, as the villain started speaking. “Because my daughter died.” the man growled. “She is about your age. She died not long ago. My wife, too, died in childbirth, so Annie was all I had left... Until she was taken away from me by a disease. I had gone bankrupt, using all the company money to save her, get her the best treatments at the best hospitals... But it wasn’t enough.” he spoke. “For the past months, I started stalking Bruce Wayne, being one of the wealthiest men in Gotham - And I tracked him to your house. You’re a civilian, it was easy to get information on you - So I kidnapped your parents and asked for ransom from the millionaire... But who would have thought, he was really Batman. I had got no money, and my daughter died, all alone in that damned hospital room.” tears of sorrow and rage were stinging his eyes. “It was in Arkham Asylum that I heard about this... Gimmick. A sort of ritual that can bring back the dead, and you must sacrifice another. And it’s perfect! I wanted my revenge - Batman killed my daughter! He deserves to die! Now, do you understand me?! You were livid with fear, you were desperate when your parents were taken away! And, look at you - A normal person, going out of her way, seeking help from everyone, just to get this man back to safety - You UNDERSTAND me, girl! You get me! So - If you get me, you won’t interfere, will you?! If you do, I’ll kill you too! Maybe I can bring back my wife too!” he yelled at the girl, but in his blind rage, but also hope, he didn’t realise the small sparkle of light blue that was moving towards Bruce. This spark was Y/N’s magic, reaching to heal the man and wake him up. Hopefully, he would help her out in taking the villain down. “I understand you. More or less, I do. I am also the kind of person who would sacrifice everyone else, as long as the person I love is safe.” the girl nodded, trying her best not to glance his way and give away her plan. “But it’s been weeks since your daughter died, and years since the death of your wife. What will happen if you bring them back to life? Will they be human again? Where did you hear of this ritual.” she tried to pry more. She could feel that Bruce was fine overall, save for his unconsciousness - But based on her experience, he should wake up soon. “A criminal told me about this ritual, and I started researching it in great detail, had my acolytes look it up, even go to the place where the Mayans had done these things. Frankly - I don’t care what they come back as. Hell, they can even be zombies for all I care -  I just want them back.” the man grinned once again. “And I will NOT be denied.” “Well, I am sorry to say, but the dead must be allowed to rest. There is no way I would let you sacrifice anyone, especially the man I love, just to try your hand at some silly ritual. Didn’t you know that all the Gods the Mayans believed in never existed to begin with? Human sacrifice was useless. Nothing good came out of that.” she explained, taking a step forward, and then another, only to see the man take out a knife. “A stupid little girl with no powers can’t stop me! I will be the one who kills Batman! And when he’s dead, I will hack into the Wayne corp and transfer all his money into my own bank account!” Martin tried to rush to the man laying on the stone table - Diana’s scream of his name reminded Y/N that she was still there, and now awake, though incapacitated. Y/N leapt onto the villain, wrestling him on the ground, all while keeping her focus on healing Bruce - But she was just human, and she had no superior strength like the other members of the League did. “You won’t touch him.” the girl had mounted his waist, both hands gripping onto his wrist, keeping it away from her face. “Fuck off, mate.” she sneered, only to get an uppercut punch in the chin and thrown off to the ground, only to have the man above her. “Get off!” she tried to claw away at his face and avoided a stab to the face, but for someone who only knew some basic martial arts and was almost terrified of weapons - Without powers, how can you defend yourself? Should have really taken Bruce’s offer of teaching her at least Kickboxing seriously... What a fool she’s been. “NO! NOT UNTIL I GET MY REVENGE! NOT UNTIL I GET MY FAMILY BACK!” Y/N wasn’t sure if her strength was failing her, or if he was getting stronger, but the force he applied with each punch, and each time he tried to strangle her, was a bit too much for her. “I... Won’t... Let you... Touch him...” the more she struggled, the more powerless she felt, and her muscles were quickly failing her. Was she going to end up strangled to death, before she could save Bruce? “I just can’t WAIT to see that fucker’s face when he sees your dead body.” the man’s laughter, however, was cut short as he was roughly punched away. “I’d like to see you try.” the familiar velvety yet somewhat gruff voice of the Batman resounded through the room. He was pissed. Bruce grabbed the man by the neck of his shirt and broke his arm, throwing away the knife he was holding, before beating him half to death. Y/N whistled, very impressed - It was not often that he saw Batman in action, but especially now, as he was wearing only his underpants, she could see every muscle in his body flexing with every hit he shot at the culprit, rendering him unconscious. “Honestly... If I could do that, you would have already been home, with a tea cup in your hand and watching TV.” she chuckled lightly. “Forgive me for taking so long. You must have been nervous.” she got helped up and brought into a tight embrace by the man. “I wasn’t. In fact, I have no idea what happened or how I got here. I was asleep the whole time.” he spoke, worry in his eyes as his hand reluctantly reached to caress her face, wiping away the blood dripping down her bottom lip. “Oh. Well, that’s for the best. Oh - Uhm... Here. This is from Alfred. He thought you might be needing this. Right as always, that one.” smiling bashfully, Y/N took her bag and revealed the Batman suit that was neatly packed inside, and the utility belt next to it. “You must be cold. Go ahead and change. We have to save the rest of the league.” she chuckled lightly. “Will you tell me what in the world happened?” he rose his eyebrow skeptically, but a smug smirk played on his lips. “Oh, well... It is... Sort of a long story. I’ll tell you when we go back, alright?” without thinking much about it, she helped the man dorn his hero suit, fixing it in place. “Did he hurt you?” “No. I’m fine.” he said, not yet putting his mask on. “But you aren’t.” “What do you mean? I’m fine, aren’t I? I’m not hurt.” she blinked in surprise. “Yes, you are. You’ve got cuts and forming bruises all over. You shouldn’t have come. You’re not a fighter, you’re a healer.” but the Bat was surprised, seeing her smile at him. “Look around, Bruce. All the fighters were taken down. I’m all that’s left standing here to save you from being sacrificed to the Maya Gods. How about some appreciation?” she chuckled at him, and though the man was still scared for her well-being, he brought her into an embrace once again. “And if I didn’t wake up when I did, it would have been you, the sacrifice.” he spoke in a low voice. “I should have woken up sooner. If I didn’t... I don’t want what happened on that night to happen again. Especially not with you. I can’t lose you, Y/N. Never do something so reckless again.” it wasn’t often he let out his vulnerable side to someone else that wasn’t Alfred, but as long as no one else but she would hear it, it was fine. “It’s okay, Bruce. I’m okay. Don’t worry anymore. Look at me - I’m alright.” she placed her hands on his face, shifting his head down to look at her. “Y/N... It is twice now that you jumped in front of mortal danger to save me. Once, you had to kill someone. You were just eight years old. Because of my lack of action, I let you fight off a man with a gun, who tried to assault and kill you. Now, decades later, the same thing happens. You jump to stop a man from stabbing me, and you get beaten up in the process. It is all my fault... I should have done a better job at protecting you. Forgive me.” the guilt and self-hatred he was feeling was so deep, that he was completely unable to show any logical emotion. “Oh, Bruce, you silly man.” raising to her tippy toes, Y/N brought the man into a sweet kiss. “We were just children back then - What could you have done? I never blamed you for that, so please, don’t blame yourself now either. It is my fault that I turned down your self defense lessons. Besides, you have kept me safe for so long... Even from yourself. Please don’t do that anymore. I miss my best friend... I miss my Zorro.” her voice made his heart do leaps upon leaps, and he was left with his mouth agape. “Y/N, I...” he wasn’t able to speak anymore. “Don’t worry about endangering me anymore.” she reassured him. “When you formed the Justice League, you wanted me to join, to know that I am safe. I refused back then... And I still think I’m not suitable for the hero life. But Flash got me thinking for a while. I’m not a strong fighter, and probably I’ll never be a real addition to a team saving the world - But I can at least do my best to keep you save, either on the field, or back at the base - Remarkable space HQ, by the way - So... I’m fine joining... If you’ll still have me.” Batman could only stare down at the woman in front of him, and his speech moved him. He couldn’t help but tease her, though. “Don’t you know it is unprofessional to date a co-worker?” it earned an amused giggle from the girl. “Though, I suppose I can make an exception.” “So, am I dating Bruce Wayne, or Batman? Or maybe I am Elena de la Vega again?” she smiled sweetly at him, her hands resting on his chest. “Which ever you want.” he muttered, putting a protective arm around her waist. “Then - Can I have all three?” Bruce reached to pick her chin, raising it to have a look at her. “How awfully greedy of you. I almost don’t recognise you.” that smile on his face was absolutely priceless - And Bruce could see the love in her eyes, all addressed to him. “I am, when it comes to you, and I have always been this way.” but a sarcastic remark from Diana reminded the two that people were actually in danger, so Bruce put on his Bat hood and the two went on ahead to liberate the Amazon Princess, before looking to save everyone else.

They were able to remove the Kryptonite from Superman’s body, and Y/N cured Flash of his paralysed state, while Batman used some of his gadgets to have John’s hypnotic state erased and realise he isn’t actually blind. Shayera was already up and awake, with only the restraints left to be undone.

With everyone rescued, they ran out to get on the spaceship - The Island was in auto-destruct mode, and they just narrowly escaped the explosion. The villain was apprehended and locked back in Arkham, and now, everyone was back at the space HQ.

“So...! All’s well that ends well!” Flash grinned widely, running between Y/N and Batman, putting his arms around their shoulders. “Right, you two~?” “Everyone is safe and the criminal was jailed. I’d say we’re doing well.” Y/N replied innocently, and Batman grunted in agreement, shrugging the other hero off him. “You never told us you had a partner, Bruce.” Diana pointed out, seemingly hurt. Batman remembered all the times she had flirted with him, and felt guilty. “I don’t discuss my private life with anyone.” he spoke, impersonally. “It has to be recent anyway. Remember that cheetah villain, when he was captured by Luthor and the Joker? And Catwoman? And Talia Al Ghul? Jezebel. Zatanna. Poison Ivy. Harley Quinn. Hell, didn’t you and Wonder Woman kiss?” Shayera looked at him with shock and disgust. “Who’d have thought Batman was such a playboy!” Flash laughed, slapping the man’s shoulder light-heartedly. “Sex sells.” Y/N and Bruce spoke simultaneously. “If I had a penny for every time Bruce was able to seduce his way out of trouble, it would be me the billionaire, not him.” Y/N smirked up at the man in cause, who simply huffed and looked away. “And you’re okay with that?!” Shayera’s eyes went wide. “As long as he comes home alive, then yes, I don’t see the problem. I also don’t think anyone should bother commenting on his private life, considering how messy and filled with drama all of your intimate life is - Switching partners every now and then, betraying people, betraying other people, switching again - Need I go on?” Y/N rolled her eyes. “It’s been 32 years and it has always been Y/N. I don’t need to explain anything to anyone. Let’s go.” Batman picked the girl up in his arms, nodding his head at J’onn to get him back home, to the right coordinates. “I WANNA BE INVITED TO THE WEDDING --” Flash’s yell was the last thing they heard before they were teleported back to Y/N’s home, where it all began. “What? Y/N promised to make me the Best Man.” he grinned up at Superman, who could only shake his head and chuckle at him, but also, at seeing that his dear friend also had someone he loved so dearly close to him, just like he had Lois.

Diana was disappointed, her hand clutching at her heart - If he was seeing someone, why not just say so? She felt led on and disappointed. She wanted to return to her home and meditate. Shayera was enraged by this new woman who dared cross her and shade her so openly, in front of everyone, and it was John’s job to calm her down, while also fearing that Mari might catch them and misunderstand. It was only J’onn that nodded to himself, seeing that the woman would be a good addition to the team, as there was no superhero who could heal others - Though he truly wondered at the extent of her powers.

Back at Y/N’s home, she had taken his hood down, yet he wouldn’t put her down. Instead, he was looking at her with a smug half-smile. “What?” Y/N chuckled at the man, urging him to speak. “I was just thinking - I should have done that a long time ago.” he admitted. “As soon as I was able to hold you, like Zorro held Elena. Can you forgive me for not holding my end of the promise?” “You’re doing it now. I say, you did exactly as you promised you would.” she grinned sweetly at him. “It’s been a lot of years since then, but you never failed to show me that you care for me. It never mattered for me, as long as I still had you in my life... I did miss you, though.” she continued, a bit nostalgic. “Are you sure you want to join the League?” he asked, sitting down on the couch, with her still in his arms, over his lap. “If it helps me see you more, then yes. Also - It’s about time I get more excitement in my life... And learn how to defend myself. I’ll be damned before I let another weirdo with a silly weapon bring me down like that.” she admitted simply. “I can help with that.” he smirked again. “Y/N. Let’s have a sleepover.” “Sweet. I’ll go find something for you to sleep in. Order something to eat, will you? The groceries are all but stale by now, and I’d rather not get a frozen pizza.” Y/N hopped off and rushed to her room, returning with some of the old sleeping clothes that he left some time ago. When she returned to the living room, Bruce was standing, and holding something in his hands - It was a beautiful necklace. “Where’d you find this?! I was never able to find it online -” Y/N stared down at the beautiful gemstone necklace he was holding. “Is there anything that Bruce Wayne, rich guy, can’t do?” he asked with a chuckle, placing the jewellery around her neck. “It looks just as good. Only you can make it even more beautiful than it already is.” Y/N traced the necklace gingerly. It was the exact replica on the necklace she had torn away from her neck, all those years ago. It was a birthday gift from the Waynes, and she was so excited to wear it on her theater ‘date’ with Bruce... Only to have it ripped and destroyed during the altercation of that night. To think that the old Bat could pull off something like this... She shouldn’t be surprised though, this man was resourceful above all else. “Thank you.” Y/N was breathless, and tears were gleaming in her eyes. “Happy Birthday, Y/N.” he leaned down to press a soft kiss on her forehead. “You know what would make it really happy~?” she asked, watching the man raise a questioning eyebrow. “If you do that thing which you don’t like, but I absolutely love.” the look of defeat in his eyes, and that sigh, only made the woman grin as she embraced the man, listening to his soothing baritone voice sing a beautiful blues song.

Am I blue? Am I blue? Ain't these tears In these eyes tellin' you?

And though they swayed together for who knew how long, Bruce muttered one last thing, before sharing one more kiss for the night.

It has always been you, the one I love.

[onlydeas]

Reciprocal IVF meaning both women participate in pregnancy the embryo implanted into her partner for pregnancy as a gestational carrier !!

i thought about it and i thought it would be cute if the child had yours and dianas features !

pregnant you !!

-diana was in love with the fact that you were carrying a new member of the family, although she wasn’t familiar with pregnant women, where she came from they carved the children “i’ll protect you and keep you safe always love”.

as you explained how her embryo was fertilized with a sperm and planted into you so you both would have a family with features both diana and you….and the random sperm she nodded “it’s embarrassing how both women can’t just have children with out a man” she walked away in disappointment

diana loves to kiss your belly as shes about to leave for a mission or to work she says it gives her luck on her missions “diana.. what about me don’t i make you lucky?” diana leaned into your lips and smiled “they get the luck from you”

you would never have to worry about not getting what you crave because diana comes to the rescue always with packs of snacks, you don’t want snacks? that’s fine she’ll cook you anything you want. Last time you craved cake she baked you 2 !! anything for her beautiful wife “diana.. you don’t need to feed meee !! i can do it myself..i don’t like to feel uselesss” diana kissed your nose and she pushed your hand down and then began to feed you again “but you aren’t you are carrying our baby”

diana doesn’t mind doing work around the apartment as long as you aren’t lifting a finger “No no, put that down you aren’t allowed to smell the chemicals i’ll clean it” you were only going to wipe the mirrors and windows “but it was-“ diana cuts you off “it’s bad for the baby my love” you nod giving up

diana loves to follow you around reading facts about pregnancy and babies “wait !! it says they can hear the voices and noises from inside the womb !!” diana gets on her knees touching your belly “hi baby im momma number two !! i’m going to love you and take care of you and protect you and your mommy always” diana’s eyes lit up as she looked up to you feeling the little kicks. You smile “can you feel it?” diana nods knowing the baby is reacting to her voice

as you both walk around the grocery store diana always i mean always walks extremely close to you just in case something ever happens or someone is giving you dirty looks “diana you don’t have to be so close im sure no one will do anything” diana keeps her guard up shes not letting it down for nothing

shopping with diana is always..expensive she wants the best for the baby “i think this crib would be best for the baby, oh look at it’s set !! it’ll be perfect should…should we get a smaller crib so the baby can be with us?” you walk over to the set and flip the tag your heart immediately drops to the floor how could something be so expensive !! “yeah i don’t think so how about we only get the crib yeah?” you walked out the store side eyeing diana as she carried all the heavy boxes smiling to herself. she bought the set not only that she got a portable bassinet to keep in your guys room

your belly got bigger day by day, “my love i was thinking what about we hire a midwife to do a birth at home..i don’t trust the hospital..” you smile at how much diana cares for you and you nodded “of course we can do that”

you both held a baby shower/gender reveal as people came up to you to hug you and congratulate you both diana would always remind them to be careful with you and your belly “please please don’t hug her so tight you could hurt them” as you both looked at the sky waiting for the color of the fireworks to be blue or pink diana held you “boy or girl as long as it’s you giving birth to our child and it being healthy i’ll always be happy” you smiled at diana’s words she’s so gentle with you. girl it’s going to be a baby girl diana kissed you all over and giving pecks to your belly

“what should we name her i think (b/n) would be pretty” your turned towards her smiling at the name she came up with “that’s a beautiful name !! of course we can name her (b/n)” diana smiled and kissed you, you looked up at her and smiled “(b/n) prince i really love the sound of that” diana smiled at how you repeatedly said the name she came up with adding her last name

“diana its time” diana rushed to go get the midwife she came back after a short while she opened the door and you could immediately tell the midwife was scared “diana did you fly over here?” you stared at diana in disbelief “of course i did i couldn’t just leave you here while you are about to give birth !!” diana led the midwife over to you

a beautiful baby girl was brought to this world. the midwife smiled as she gave you the baby “shes a beautiful healthy baby girl, congratulations you both are mommas, you smiled as you looked at the baby diana walked to your side and smiled “oh look she has your beautiful eyes” you smiled at diana then turned back to the baby “she has your nose and lips overall shes your twin” diana smiled as she reached over to hold the baby “welcome to the world (b/n) prince i’ll protect you and your mommy from everything always.

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i hope you all truly enjoyed it should i do a part 2 where the baby is growing up !?

let me know have a wonderful day and stay true to yourself. :)

[kimberly-spirits13]

Batman on Patrol with His S/O

Batman, the man that does not smile. Ever.

that is until he sees you

even if you're just flipping around or busting skulls, he smiles

It's the one time that he really, really scared Barry and Hal was when you landed next to him and started whispering something in his ear

It was probably something about Clark doing something stupid like falling out of the sky a few feet

Hal and Barry saw you look over at them when you two were talking and they thought they were going to die

Bruce is the most protective soul ever

Will take a bullet for you if necessary

It's probably that you're the one taking the bullet for him

He's so stupid sometimes

Like BRUCE PAY ATTENTION MAN

he'll be talking to a civilian or busy busting skulls and someone will take aim at him

you jump in front and either push the two of you out of the way or you take the bullet and he's devastated

You had to put yourself in danger because he was being careless and he always vows that he won't do it again but for some reason he does

get it together man

He doesn't want to go on missions without you

He likes to know that you're safe and he also gets lonely on missions

same with patrol, he doesn't like the part of patrol where you two split apart to go do final rounds

anything can happen in those 20 minutes, nothing's off the table

Please talk to him over comms, it makes him feel better

will hard core protest you having to go undercover at any time

He doesn't like the moments where you have to go dark on comms and he thinks that it can be an unnecessary danger

It's the biggest cause of vigilante related fights

Whenever you're at the Watchtower or the regular Justice League building in DC, he's got a hand or hands on you

He definitely is always on guard when he's in a high profile place like that

especially in space like uh hello

so much can go wrong like I'd have serious anxiety up there

no thanks

He likes patrolling and working with you

it's like when you get a really good partner in a school project and can have fun, but get everything done in a timely manner

Alfred is just happy that there's someone there pulling Bruce's head out of his butt

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 6

Clark Kent + alien biology

I baked brownies earlier with like three times the amount of chocolate needed, and ate a huge chunk along with drinking a monster and I swear I almost met god.

Featuring kryptonian headcanons of mine.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

Clark let out a shaky exhale as he was draped across the soft coverings of your shared bed. As he had looked through the documents that survived kryptons destruction, Clark had stumbled across what had looked like clothing of some sort. The ai of Jor-el had been pleased to explain that he had found the information and placed it somewhere for Clark to find, as he now had a partner, that being you. It turned out to be clothing kryptonians had worn the first while after finding their perfect partner, and doing what would count as a marriage on earth.

The clothes looked almost like robes, except for tighter breathable fabric around the torso with flower fabric on top, the fabric sticking to the torso having what looked like a cut-out near the solar plexus. Clark had thought it reminded him of those shirts with a boob window, except this was placed lower. He knew of the sunspot found in kryptonians, an organ placed where humans possessed their solar plexus. Its purpose served to store the excess radiation of the sun, but documents said that it became a pleasure spot for the kryptonian if touched by their accepted partner.

It hadn’t been long since you two got married, and Clark swore he felt his sunspot growing raw to the touch and much more sensitive. He got no pleasure from touching it himself, but the few times you’d hugged him from behind and your arms had touched the spot, a bolt of heat had run through his body and almost made him buckle at the knees.

That was why he had found a way to make the specific outfit kryptonians wore for their partner, some part of his more primal urges had wanted you to touch him and kiss him, to scent him with your human scent that was so much stronger than his own kryptonian one. Because of kryptonians lack of ability to sweat, Clark had always been strongly drawn to your own, be it your normal scent, sweat or musk.

That was how you found him, splayed out on your bed in his best attempt to look enticing, even as he blushed and looked so shy. You didn’t have the ability to purr like kryptonians, a fact you only knew as your husband had told you that it was something they did. You would never be able to hear Clark’s purring, as it was at a frequency impossible for humans, but the knowledge that he possessed the ability was always enough to leave you feeling hot under the collar.

Clark moaned softly as you clamored up the bed and between his strong thighs, spreading them enough to see the small edit he had done to the kryptonian clothing, a slit near the back of the pants, enough for you to be able to pull his cheeks apart and have your way with him. He grew redder as you smirked at him, holding his legs up by the knees so you could do just that, groaning in appreciation at the feeling of the thick muscle under your fingers as you opened him up.

Your fingers met wetness as you pushed them inside him, he had already opened himself up and left enough lube that it would be no struggle to slip inside him already. There were no words between you as you freed your hard length and pushed it inside him, even as he keened as you grabbed the almost dangerously large bulge in the loose pants he wore. At times you were thankful that your husband liked to bottom so much, as you couldn’t imagine fitting the hardness you were groping inside a human body.

You pace was slow and adoring as you thrust in and out of him, mumbling what little kryptonian you knew, all of it being praise and declarations of love for the man beneath you. So powerful yet so kind and careful, so beautiful and ethereal. Both his human and alien features always amazed you, from the shape of his eyes or how his muscles looked just a little different from humans, or how his eyes caught the flare of a camera if he wasn’t wearing glasses.

It was only when you bottomed out completely that your tip pushed against the bundle of nerves inside Clark. It wasn’t the prostate, as kryptonians didn’t possess it, but it was close enough that you could have called it that. It always had your lovers back arching hard enough that you hissed in sympathy, but it also always had Clark’s cock spurting thick ropes of white like a leaky faucet, almost endlessly as you kept grinding against the nerves.

It was only after he grabbed your shoulder and pulled you down to cover his body with your own, desperately pulling you in to kiss you, his slightly sharper than human canines digging into your lip and scraping across your tongue. You found your hips moving faster, pushing more and more cum out of Clarks length, immediately staining the fine fabric of his pants even further. He hadn’t been able to get the exact fabric kryptonians had used, but apparently that stuff had been specifically made for the large amount of bodily fluids the species produced.

As you kissed, your tongue rubbing against his tongue that was longer than a humans ever could be, and was more flexible than ever would be possible for a human, you let your hands drag up his strong torso. As your hands came to rest around the middle of his torso, you let your thumbs rest on his sunspot, his breath hitching as his hips touched. But you were close, and you wanted to at least make it somewhat pleasing for your husband, and you had read the same documents as Clark, so you knew of the spot.

So, with precision, you thrust hard against the bundle of nerves inside him as you dug your thumbs into the sunspot on his torso, a high keened noise that warbled around the edges in a way that wasn’t human being forced out of his lungs as his dick gave a hard twitch and spilled even more, seemingly having no end. Even as you spilled inside him, Clark kept clenching and unclenching around you, his entire body twitching and jolting as you massaged your thumbs into his sunspot, as if to push his orgasm longer and longer until he could no more.

At some point he seemed to go limp. He was still hard, but that was no surprise, as he practically had no rest period between orgasms, but you did. So after removing the heavily stained pants from his lower body, and flopping down beside him, the two of you spent a while just holding each other and cuddling. You thought maybe that was it for tonight, that was until Clark grabbed onto your shoulders and rolled you onto your back, his strong hips sitting down in your naked lap as his eyes flared faintly red, his eyes wide with a hunger you only saw when he was incredibly needy.

Your poor length twitched, knowing just how drained you were gonna be after tonight, but the cute smile on Clarks face was enough for you to settle your hands on his hips and ready yourself for the ride of your life.

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine being the daughter of Ares and Bruce wanting to recruit you for the team

"I already know what you want to talk about and the answer is no Bruce." Diana said the second he walked into the room.

Bruce threw an accusing look around the room, and everyone held a poker face. Until his eyes fell upon Barry who let out a nervous chuckle when his gaze hardened. The speedster disappeared in a blink of an eye leaving a trail of lightning behind him.

He knew how Diana felt about Ares, and knew she would hate the idea of letting the God of War's daughter join the team. So after recruiting Victor and Barry to find your last known whereabouts. He asked them not to say anything to Diana knowing she would get in his way. His plan was to try and track you down on his own to ask you to join the team. He figured you would be willing to hear him out at least. After all your father was the God of War nothing could be more exciting than fighting a alien war right.

"Well then I guess its a good thing I wasn't planning on discussing it." Bruce told her going to walk past her for the his jet. But a firm hand on his shoulder made him stop. The hand was all the warning he needed knowing what her strength was capable of. He turned back his mouth already open to defend his plan.

Diana spoke up before he could though. "I don't care what your reason is I said no." She fixed him with a steely gaze that matched her hardened tone.

"This team isn't strong enough for what's coming Diana we need more firepower. You don't want to resurrect Kal so I find another alternative. One that is alive and just as powerful and still you say no. Do you want us to die?" Bruce argued

"Your alternative can't be trusted she can't be trusted. There is no way to know rather or not she will turn on us.

"How can you say that when you don't even know her. You knew her father, and that was a long time ago Diana."

"I do know her and she was just as bad as him. Relishing in the pain, loss, and suffering from the result of wars that she started" Diana argued back.

"How can you be so sure she started those wars? Have you learned nothing about man all these years among us. We don't need any help creating a war out of nothing." Bruce shot back

"Stop defending her you don't know who she is." Her voice was raising now so much she was practically yelling.

"Neither do you Diana you never gave her a chance. You always assumed she was her father, and made her out to be a villain from day one. When you found out she existed don't forget the part of the story. Where you sought her out first and started the centuries long feud between the two of you."

There was a moment of silence before Diana brought her hand up to hit him in the chest, and his body went flying backwards into the metal rack behind him. He let out a grunt of pain on impact. She barely touched him but with her using even an ounce of her super strength it didn't matter.

Arthur took a step back not wanting to be caught in the crossfire of what was to come next. Victor remained in his seat trying to keep his nonchalant composure.

"My answer is final Bruce she won't be joining this team. Not as long as I'm around."

"Wow then I guess I wasted my trip here huh D" a voice came from the top of the staircase.

All heads snapped toward that direction to see you walking out of the shadows of the cave.

You had a bag slung across your shoulder, and was dressed in all black. An amused smirk was plastered on your face from witnessing the entire argument. "Sorry to interrupt I thought it was best to announce my presence. Before Wondy broke the bat I got your email Cyborg, and the answer is yes."

Diana turned to Victor with a glare. He gave her a small shrug letting out a nervous chuckle.

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[a-fandom-reimagined]

You didn't turn at her approach and you didn't flinch when she draped her royal blue cloak over your shoulders with more care than you were used to.

"It's cold out," she noted.

"Indeed."

"Are you alright?"

You weren't. Or at least you didn't feel like you were. But you weren't about to tell this legendary Amazonian Warrior that.

"You know that party going on inside is being thrown in your honor, right?"

You did. That's why you were out here in the freezing cold.

Diana sighed. "I can't tell you what to do Y/N and you don't have to talk to me. But if this is going to work out then you need to be able to trust us."

This meaning you're being a member of the Justice League.

Your hands tightened around the balcony railing, the metal whining, bending under your considerable strength.

You knew she hadn't meant it like that but it felt like she was kicking you out when you just joined.

Figures. After the disaster with the last one, you promised yourself that you were done with teams anyone. You still weren't sure what possessed you to join the League anyway. They were so…different from what you were used to.

And at the time different had seemed…better.

Safer.

Now you weren't so sure. You weren't sure about anything. You turned meeting Diana's gaze, guilt spasmed in your chest. The Justice League had gone out on a limb in inviting you to join them. They'd thrown a party in your honor. You hadn't even thanked them. You barely bothered to learn anyone's name. "I'm…sorry. Everyone's gone out of their way to be nothing but nice to me and I'm messing it up. I just…I don't know what to do. I've been on my own for so long--"

"You're not messing anything up, Y/N," she said with a patient smile. "Everyone in that room back there has suffered a loss. You're not alone. We know what you're going through. And I know we can be a little…over the top but I promise you it's from a good place."

"I know that," you nodded.

"Good. Now do you want to go back inside or should I offer to walk you home?"

"I think I'd like to go back inside. Do you think you could introduce me to everyone? Again?"

Diana flashed you that all white grin of hers. "It would be my honor."

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[toomanyrobins2]

The Kent Farm

Summary: An orphan all her life, Y/N is simply too old to remain at The Bowery Home any longer. That is where an anonymous patron has swooped in to send her off to college and all he requires…a monthly letter of her academic progress.

Based off the book and musical “Daddy Long Legs”

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

last part // series masterlist // next part

Notes: I'm finally getting around to updating this fic! If you would like to catch up and get more consistent updates to this story and others I would go to by AO3!

Saturday night

Dearest Man of the Bats,

I've only just come and I'm not unpacked, but I can't wait to tell you how much I like farms. This is a heavenly, heavenly, heavenly spot! The house is square and old. A hundred years or so. It has a veranda on the side and a sweet porch in front. A picture couldn’t do it justice. That is the way Kansas goes, in a series of Marcelle waves; and the Kent Farm is just on the crest of one wave. The barns used to be across the road where they obstructed the view, but a kind flash of lightning came from heaven and burnt them down. The people are Mr. and Mrs. Kent and a hired girl and two hired men. The hired people eat in the kitchen, and the Kents and I in the dining-room. I have always been a kitchen person and I am unused to being served in any way. We had ham and eggs and biscuits and honey and jelly-cake and pie and pickles and cheese and tea for supper—and a great deal of conversation. I have never been so entertaining in my life; everything I say appears to be funny. I suppose it is, because I've never been in the country before, and my questions are backed by an all-inclusive ignorance.

The room that I occupy is big and square and empty, with adorable old-fashioned furniture and windows that have to be propped up on sticks and green shades trimmed with gold that fall down if you touch them. And a big square mahogany table—I'm going to spend the summer with my elbows spread out on it, writing a novel.

Oh, I'm so excited! I can't wait till morning to explore. It's 8.30 now, and I am about to blow out my candle and try to go to sleep. We rise at five. Did you ever know such fun? I can't believe this is really mylife. You haven give me more than I deserve. I must be a very, very, very good person to receive this . I'm going to be. You'll see.

Good night,

Y/N

PS. You should hear the frogs sing and the little pigs squeal and you should see the new moon! I saw it over my right shoulder.

12th July

Dear Batman,

How did your secretary come to know about the farm? (That isn't a rhetorical question. I am awfully curious to know.) Listen to this: Mr. Bruce Wayne used to own this farm, the bank tried to take it but he bought it and returned it to the Clarks. Have you ever heard of such a funny coincidence? Mrs. Kent calls him 'Master Brucie’ and talks about what a sweet little boy he used to be. Apparently, he was school friends with their son, Clark, and he even attended  

 Since she discovered that I know him, I have risen very much in her opinion. Knowing a member of the Wayne family is the best introduction one can have at Kent Farm. And the cream of Gotham is Master Bruce—I am pleased to say that Harriet belongs to an inferior branch.

The farm gets more and more entertaining. I rode on a hay wagon yesterday. We have three big pigs and nine little piglets, and you should see them eat. They are pigs! We've oceans of little “baby chickens and ducks and turkeys and guinea fowls. You must be mad to live in a city when you might live on a farm.

It is my daily business to hunt eggs. I fell off a beam in the barn loft yesterday, while I was trying to crawl over to a nest that the black hen has stolen. And when I came in with a scratched knee, Mrs. Kent bound it up with witch-hazel, murmuring all the time, 'Dear! Dear! It seems only yesterday that Master Brucie fell off that very same beam and scratched this very same knee.'

The scenery around here is perfectly beautiful. There's a valley and a river and a lot of wooded hills, and way in the distance a tall blue mountain that simply melts in your mouth.

We churn twice a week; and we keep the cream in the spring house which is made of stone with the brook running underneath. Some of the farmers around here have a separator, but we don't care for these new-fashioned ideas. It may be a little harder to separate the cream in pans, but it's sufficiently better to pay. We have six calves; and I've chosen the names for all of them.

Sylvia, because she was born in the woods.

Lesbia, after the Lesbia in Catullus.

Barbara.

Harriet—a spotted, nondescript animal.

Y/N, after me.

Batman. You don't mind, do you? He's pure Jersey and has a sweet disposition. 

I haven't had time yet to begin my immortal novel; the farm keeps me too busy.

Yours always,

Judy

I've learned to make doughnuts.

If you are thinking of raising chickens, let me recommend Buff Orpingtons. They don't have any pin feathers.

I wish I could send you a pat of the nice, fresh butter I churned yesterday. I'm a fine dairy-maid!

Sunday

Dear Batman,

Isn't it funny? I started to write to you yesterday afternoon out on the porch, but as far as I got was the heading, 'Dear Batman', and then I remembered I'd promised to pick some blackberries for supper, so I went off and left the sheet lying on the table, and when I came back today, what do you think I found sitting in the middle of the page? A real true bat!

I picked him up very gently by one leg, and tossed him into he air and he flew off. I wouldn't hurt one of them for the world. They always remind me of you. We hitched up the spring wagon this morning and drove to the Center to church. It's a sweet little white frame church with a spire and three Doric columns in front (or maybe Ionic—I always get them mixed).”

This is Sunday afternoon.

Jackson (hired man) in a purple tie and some bright yellow buckskin gloves, has just driven off with Carrie (hired girl) in a big hat trimmed with red roses and a blue muslin dress and her hair curled as tight as it will curl. Jackson spent all the morning washing the buggy; and Carrie stayed home from church ostensibly to cook the dinner, but really to iron the muslin dress. In two minutes more when this letter is finished I am going to settle down to a book which I found in the attic. It's entitled, “On the Trail”, and sprawled across the front page in a funny hand:

     Bruce Wayne: if this book should ever roam, Box its ears and send it home.

He spent the summer here once after he had been ill, when he was about 18 years old; and he left “On the Trail” behind. It looks well read—the marks of his hands are frequent! Also in a corner of the attic there is a water wheel and a windmill and some bows and arrows. Mrs. Kent talks so constantly about him that I begin to believe he really lives—not a grown man with a silk hat and walking stick, but a nice, dirty, tousle-headed boy who clatters up the stairs with an awful racket, and leaves the screen doors open, and is always asking for cookies. (And getting them, too, if I know Mrs. Kent!) He seems to have been an adventurous little soul—and brave and truthful. I'm sorry to think he is a Kane; he was meant for something better.

We're going to begin threshing oats tomorrow; a steam engine is coming and three extra men.

It grieves me to tell you that Buttercup (the spotted cow with one horn, Mother of Lesbia) has done a disgraceful thing. She got into the orchard Friday evening and ate apples under the trees, and ate and ate until they went to her head. For two days she has been perfectly dead drunk! That is the truth I am telling. Did you ever hear anything so scandalous?

Sir, I remain, 

Your affectionate orphan,

Y/N Abbott

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Request for Anonymous GIf Source: Bruce / Puppy

Imagine being Bruce’s wife and you’re the one who give shim a puppy named Ace

------- Imagine -------

“You know I don’t like surprises.” He said as you walked behind him with your hands over his eyes. It was difficult given your height difference but he had initially refused to keep his eyes shut. “I know Bruce, but trust me, ok?” He sighed, and you smiled knowing he was now resigned to your plan. “I have to move, keep your eyes shut.” You said finally removing your hands and moving around him, making sure his eyes were shut as you moved to the closet nearby where his present was.

You knew he probably heard the puppies little whine when you picked it up, hell he had probably already figured out your ‘surprise’ days ago knowing him, but you smiled as he at least played along; keeping his eyes shut as you approached him with the puppy in your arms. Playing along or not the look on his face when you told him to open his eyes was priceless. “Bruce, meet Ace.”