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xoxobear124 · 2 days

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What if Janet went into Labor with Tim during a Wayne gala and Bruce helped deliver him, but Bruce didn’t realize Tim was the same baby

Until a random stakeout/confrontation with a villain/league meeting, he remembers suddenly and just straight up goes

“I birthed you”

He then starts to think back to all the other women he helped and like...

– Teenage Bruce stopping in the middle of his day to help Mary Grayson call the hospital when her water breaks in public

– His first test of people skills as Batman is looking after Sandra Wu-San, not knowing she'd become Lady Shiva

– A short while later Batman does the same for Sheila Haywood because Willis didn't bother to show up

– Arthur Brown being too absorbed in his scandals and early scheming to be present so Batman swoops in for Crystal

– Then Janet Drake going into labor at a Wayne gala and Bruce helping her through that

– Couple years later, Batman keeping Elaine Thomas company in the twilight hours

– He stops to help Talia amidst a dangerous battle, not knowing the baby is his and her maintaining the secret

– He gets sidetracked on a time travel mission and assists a stranger, not realizing it's Mary Pennyworth

#this would be so funny #the kids would be so pissed

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xoxobear124 · 4 months

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been listening to i want to be evil by eartha kitt (still the best catwoman) and so here’s just a little taste of what i’ve been thinking:

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selina never imagined herself a mother. but yet, here she is making a daughter of you.

she’d found you on a wintery night in an oversized coat, drenched from the almost constant sleet covering the cracked pavement and asphalt streets surrounding central park. her sharp eyes took in the sight of you with a long pause and a click of her tongue. she sees you - sees through you - a pickpocket with a sweet smile, a pretty little face that comes with a pure demeanor and a wicked mind for schemes.

and you see her, leather clad and illuminated under wet orange street lights, caressed by the extreme reds and blues of police sirens rushing by to attend to whatever crime, violent or otherwise, has spread itself across park avenue. she’s the most beautiful woman you have ever seen.

so for christmas, selina got herself a daughter. she found herself pulling you along to get cleaned up in her apartment, setting up an extra room - internally, noting that it’s just until she can find a more responsible parent, or give retribution to whatever poor sap left their beautiful kid on a park bench for the holidays.

working hard and stealing harder to put you through school.

she snarks that it’s no big deal, that she’s not a motherly type - all while working her slender fingers into your hair, braiding it bit by bit with the same intricate precision that she might have when cracking the code of a safe.

she gives you pretty clothes and getting you classes that teach you to defend yourself against the ever-frightening threats that look around the corner and crevices of gotham city’s lower east side.

selina doesn’t get nervous or frozen particularly often but she can’t help but stiffen just a bit when one day - months into your residency which she still swears is a temporary arrangement - you go from calling her “selina” to casually slipping out “mami.”

it was a simple sentence too - “mami, we’re out of eggs.” it’s not something that should phase a seasoned cat-burglar; a criminal who occasionally fashions herself a hero and constantly goes toe-to-toe with the city’s iconic bat. and yet it does.

“what?” she says, oh so quietly as if she doesn’t even realize the breath required to make the word as it leaves her lungs.

“huevos, mami. we need eggs.”

and with that simple request her mind has set your residency and connection from temporary to permanent. she has stolen you from your old life. you are a diamond in the rough and like every diamond she has stolen you are hers, permanently, regardless of your original caretaker.

hers to sew a costume for that will aid your identity as her sidekick. a motherly catwoman, and her precocious kitten-like stray.

hers to protect. to protect from the seductive and predatory gangsters that line the gotham streets. to protect from speeding cars and corrupt cops.

you are hers to cover in blankets, that are warmed on her radiator. it’s the blistering hot kind that clangs with that harsh metallic sound - water clenching and expanding through the steel pipes of the old apartment.

and in the summer, you’re hers to place in cute girlish sundresses. hers to count her spare change for (the cash she can afford to carry around after rent and bills are paid, clothing, commute, and less-than-legal armor, weapons and jewelry). to sit on the stoops of the downtown brownstones, while admiring how you somersault, laugh and skip with younger kids - all gathered around the gushing, clear rush open fire hydrants.

you’re hers to share popsicles and pizza slices with as your left to wonder how it never affects her slim figure.

hers to speak spanish to, like her mamí did. (although she curses at you less at least - you’re less spoiled on account of growing up with less than she did, and you’re less trouble than she ever was.)

you shy clear of drugs and beer, your only remotely painful addiction is ballet class, and your smile is sweet.

she’s a good mom, a good catwoman and a good protector.

but she can’t protect you from everything.

she can’t protect you from noticing a billionaire’s newly adopted son sitting next to you in class.

she can’t protect you from brushing your fingers across his bruised knuckles, noticing the way his jumps from scrawny to filled out and muscular over just a few months.

she can’t protect you from the way your dimples show, lips curving up at the way his green eyes catch yours in english class.

the way you bond with him over being street kids. the way you bond with this boy - this sweet, rash boy - in the day, unknowing of what you two do in the night, costumed identities hidden from even each other.

the tragedy she knows all to well. the tragedy of falling for a doomed orphan who acts as a savior in darkness of gotham nights.

she can’t protect you from that.

#oh my god.#holy shit #that was beautiful #jason todd #reader insert #selina kyle

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xoxobear124 · 6 months

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What Bruce and Steph headcanons do you have

Ok so Steph's not adopted but emotionally she's Bruce's daughter and they have that father-daughter dynamic where they take turns embarrassing each other

In her freshman year of college, Steph used Bette's old ID as a fake to sneak into a club where her favorite local artist was performing, and they invited her onstage to sing. Bruce turned up and dragged her home in front of a hundred people.

Also that same night, people mistook Bruce in all black for the bouncer, so before they left, he spent twenty minutes checking people's IDs.

At her first gala, Steph said "Nice wig" to a lady with an updo. It wasn't a wig. And the lady was also a very important prospective business partner.

One time Bruce misread the theater number on a movie ticket and Steph was too busy with snacks to notice, so instead of seeing the new Marvel movie, they ended up sitting through the entirety of an R-rated slasher because he didn't want to admit he fucked up and she didn't care.

When Bruce was running late to her parent-teacher conference, she told everyone he was meeting his drug dealer. He made a stop at the pharmacy.

Steph's school had a talent show that anyone could enter. So Bruce entered, performed an extended version of Bohemian Rhapsody, and won.

In the middle of a debriefing, she said, "Can we hurry this up? B said he needed to use the bat-hroom" in front of the entire Justice League.

Bruce thought he saw Steph smoking outside her school, pulled up to the curb, and told her to get in the car while all her friends were watching. It was a lollipop.

Before Bruce and Selina could go on their date, they promised Steph they'd drop her off for a sleepover at Barbara's. While in the car, she started a game of I Spy and said "I spy the Batman." Selina hadn't known Bruce's identity at that point.

Later that night, in the middle of the date, Steph called Bruce and he put her on speakerphone because he was eating, and that's how Selina and everyone else in the restaurant learned that he was wearing the same pants as the Commissioner.

#i love this #stephanie brown #spoiler #bruce wayne #batman #batfamily #batdad

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xoxobear124 · 6 months

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