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đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : damian wayne x batmom!reader (feat. bruce wayne and tim drake)
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: damian is sick and needs someone to pick him up from school, but the vice principal doesn't make it easy for you as damian's stepmother.
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: a bit angst (idk if it's considered as angst but just to be sure), mention of having to bury a child (jason), fluff, 3.1k words, not proofread, let me know if I forgot something :p
đ/đ§: wanted to post this fic like 2 weeks ago, but I was distracted by other ideas.
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.đĽ Ý ËđŚ ÝË ÝđĽ . .đĽ Ý ËđŚ ÝË ÝđĽ . .đĽ Ý ËđŚ ÝË ÝđĽ . .đĽ Ý ËđŚ ÝË ÝđĽ .
"Here we are," you say, turning around to face your youngest boys in the backseat.
"Great, thanks mom," Tim smiles at you, unbucklling his seatbelt so he is able to lean forward to give you a quick kiss on the cheek before he opens the car door to step out, frowning at Damian when he realises that the younger boy hasn't moved a muscle yet, although he was always the first one in and out of the car.
You give him a nod when he looks to you, signaling him that it is okay to go. "Have a nice day with your friends, Timmy. Love you."
"Love you too, bye," he says with a smile, closing the door when he spots some of his friends.
When Tim is far enough away, you turn your head towards Damian who's slightly leaning against the window. He looks a lot sicker than when you all left the house, but when you tried to convince him to stay home he said something along the lines like 'đ'đŽ đ§đŞđŻđŚ' and 'đđŚđŞđŻđ¨ đ´đŞđ¤đŹ đŞđ´ đ§đ°đł đ¸đŚđ˘đŹ đŠđśđŽđ˘đŻđ´' or something like that.
Damian lives with you for a while now, but sometimes he still finds it difficult to accept help (especially because he still has the feeling that you want to test him and not that you actually just want to care for him). You donât want to think about all the cruel things Ra's al Ghul probably did to him when he was sick and couldn't concentrate on his training.
With a shake of your head to get the image out of your mind, you look at Damian again. "Are you sure you want to go to school?" you ask with a soft voice because you're sure the boy has a headache, "your father has a lot of meetings today, and with Tim going to a friend's house after school, it would be just you and me at home, and well Alfred of course."
"I'm fine," he mumbles back while finally unbucklling his seatbelt.
You let out a quiet huff, of course đľđŠđ˘đľ'đ´ his answer. "We could watch some movies, read a bit or play some games," you suggest, "we can do whatever you want."
"I want to go to school." đđŽđ˘đłđľ đŽđ°đˇđŚ, you give him that.
"Okay," you relent, watching him rub his slightly glassy red eyes before he opened the car door to step out. "I'm home today, please call me when you feel worse," you say, thinking about what you could say to convince him to come back home with you, "you're not weak if you call me, Dickie still calls me when he's not feeling well."
Damian rolls his eyes with a scoff, "Grayson just wants the attention you give him."
"And I gladly give it to him," you defense your eldest son, "I give it to all my kids. That includes you too," you smile softly before you continue with a teasing voice, "besides, if you really think Dick wants attention when he's sick, you should really see how your father acts when he's sick."
Damian's lips twitch at your tease.
"Have a nice day, love you."
Damian gives a small nod, working his jaw before he lets out a quiet, "bye, mom," and closes the door to make his way to the entrance of the school.
You start your car, smiling to yourself despite the slight guilt you felt because you couldn't convince him to stay home with you. Damian started to call you 'đŽđ°đŽ' a month ago, and it still made you smile every time you heard it. You two had a bad startâlike everyone had with himâbut when he started to realize he couldn't get rid of you, he started to see that you actually didn't want to get also rid of himâlike he thoughtâbut that you just want to get to know him, and if he wants to take care of him.
.đĽ Ý ËđŚ ÝË ÝđĽ .
"Hello?"
"Hello, Mrs. Wayne, it's Zuri. I'm really sorry to bother you," she begins, and you straight up at the voice of Bruce's assistant, not because you didn't like her, you absolutely adore Zuri. She's a really sweet woman in her mid fifties, who helped you a lot back then when you were new parents to Dick, and you bought him along when Bruce had time to eat lunch together. It was rather her tone that let you knew something was wrong.
"What did Bruce do?"
"It's about Damianâ"
"Damian?" you interrup her, feeling guilty for not convincing him to stay home.
"Yeah," Zuri winces, "the school called a few times, saying that he doesn't feel well, and that Mr. Wayne should pick him up, but he's in a very important meeting right now."
All you could think about was why the school tried to call your husband first, and why they didn't called you immediately after they found out Bruce was busy? On all three information sheets of your boys (Jason went to a public school), you filled out that in case of any emergency you'll be the đ§đŞđłđ´đľ person to be reached out for, and đ°đŻđđş if they couldn't reach you, they would have to reach for your husband. đđ° đ¸đŠđş đĽđŞđĽđŻ'đľ đľđŠđŚđş đ¤đ˘đđ?
"I asked them if they couldn't reach you," she continues, when you didn't say something back, "they said that it was against the school rules or something like that, and that Mr. Wayne should pick Damian up."
"Against the rules?" you ask, but it was more a question to yourself. "That's weird, but thanks for calling me."
"I'm sorry for not asking more questions, but they pretty much ended the call quickly after that."
"No need to apologize," standing up from your bed, you grab a jacket before you make your way downstairs to get your shoes, "you absolutely did the right thing to call me first, before interruping an important meeting."
"It's probably just a misunderstanding."
"I hope you," you say, putting on your shoes, "please let Bruce know, after the meeting is over, that I picked Damian up, and he doesn't need to worry, we just make a cosy movie day together."
"Will do Mrs. Wayne."
"Thanks again Zuri, have a nice day, bye."
"You too. I hope Damian gets well soon, bye." With that the call ended, and you had all your things to go get your son, and make a cosy movie day, hoping that he doesn't want to watch animal documentaries again.
.đĽ Ý ËđŚ ÝË ÝđĽ .
You walk through the door, seeing Damian sit on one of the chairs near the secretary's desk, well he's more slumped into it which directly alert you on how worse he must feel because that boy has a straight posture đ˘đđ đľđŠđŚ đľđŞđŽđŚ, even when he was 'relaxing'.
You go straight to him, ignoring any other people in the room completely, your boy comes first.
You kneel before him to better cup his face, frowning when your hands make contact with his skin that feels hot and sweaty. He probably has a fever. đđŠđş đĽđŞđĽđŻ'đľ đľđŠđŚđş đ¤đ˘đđ?
"Ummi?" Damian questions, when he felt your hands cup his face, trying to blink his dizziness away, "I'm...fine."
You smile at him softly, knowing he must feel vulnerable (even though he would never admit that). He called you that the first and last time after he was seriously injured on a mission. Back then, just like today, he didn't want to admit that he didn't want to be alone, and you didn't left his side for his entire recovery time. Some time after that he started to call you 'mom'.
"I know, baby," you let out a quick disbelieving laugh, of course he still tries to argue with you, "but I take you home anyway. You can feel fine at there too."
He doesn't argue with you any further which is another signal for you that he was anything but fine. You just hoped you didn't need to take him to a hospital or call a doctor, you just want to get home, give him some medicine, Alfred's famous 'get well' soup, and than cuddle in bed, but for now you had another problem to solve first.
Standing up, you turn around and look at the other two people in the room. You first look to the secretary, the one who should have called you, but she wouldn't look directly into your eyes which is really weird to you because she was always friendly, shrugging it off in your head, you turn your gaze to the man you never saw before.
"Hello," the man greets with a sigh and a look that tells you he is not happy that you ignored him before, stretching his hand out anyway, "I'm Mr. Banks, the vice principal."
"Mrs. Wayne," you say, shaking his hand, "where's Mr. Santos?" you had a really weird feeling about this 'vice principal', starting with the fact that you never saw this man before and that he had grabbed your hand to hard to which you let go as soon as possible.
"Oh, Mr. Santos isn't here today, he called in sick."
You give him a soft nod in acknowledge, looking over you shoulder to make sure Damian was still fine, you really should make this conversation short, the sooner you'll be home the better.
"Will Mr. Wayne be here soon?" Mr. Banks asks before you could ask anything, looking at the door to see if Bruce just parked the car, and will soon coming in as well.
"No, he's in an important meeting," you answer, "which is why I'm actually a little confused as to why nobody called me. The information papers clearly states that in case of an emergency, I am the first person to be informed."
Mr. Banks frowns slightly, seemingly not happy about the fact that your husband wouldn't come to the school. "We simply followed the school rules."
"Which are?"
"In case of an emergency the parents are to be informed."
"But I wasn't informed," your brows knit together, looking back to the secretary, but she still avoided eye contact. "The assistant of my husband informed me. I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding, but I'm the first person to be informed becauseâ"
"In case of an emergency the parents are to be informed," Mr. Banks interrupts.
"Right," you agree, nodding your head once, "that's why I'm confused to why you didn't call me first, or even after my husband didn't answer his phone."
"In case of an emergency the parentsâ"
"Which I am," you interrupt him this time, getting very irritated with him, your child was sick, and you wanted to know why nobody called you. "I'm his mom, so Iâ"
"đđľđŚđąđŽđ°đŽ."
"Excuse me?" you say with a clam voice, but you were everything but calm. Yes, you're his stepmother, but you absolutely didn't like the tone he used when he said the word.
"You're his Stepmom, and the school rules say that 'the parents are to be informed', and that doesn't apply to you here," he says with a smile on his face that you really want to slap off of his face.
Damian straights in the chair, glaring at the vice principal. How dare he to speak to you like that? Your his mother, and nobody but him and you could decide on that matter. Reaching to his dagger, that he actually wasn't allowed to bring to school, he stops when you step aside, blocking his way to Mr. Banks. Damian scoffs, knowing it's a warning that you have everything under control. He slumps back in his seat, but being still on high alert to fight for your honor.
You relax slightly when you hear Damian scoff, knowing he wouldn't do anything, well at least for now. You've been long enough together with Bruce, therefore you have unfortunately a lot of experience with these kind of people. People who saw you đŤđśđ´đľ as his wife, as a đ´đľđśđąđŞđĽ đđŞđľđľđđŚ đĽđ°đđ who can't do nothing but spend the money of her hard working man.
"You can of course wait here with Damian until your husband arrives."
You're normally a very patient and calm person, you had to be with four sons, but you were fed up with this man, so you couldn't help yourself but laugh at him.
Mr. Banks looks confused, clearly not understanding what's so funny all of the sudden. "That's not funny, Madam."
"Yeah it is," you say, still laughing, "it's very funny that you think you can stop me from taking đŽđş sick child home."
"It's against the school politics to allow a stranger to pick up the kids."
"Well, lucky for you that I'm not a fucking stranger. I'm his đŽđ°đŽ, I have authority đ˘đŻđĽ permission to take him home."
"Like I said," Mr. Banks continues, completely ignoring what you just said, "you can wait here with Damian, but only Mr. Wayne and Damian's mother are allowed to take him home."
You scoff, turning around to go to Damian. You were absolutely tired and fed up with this stupid conversation. "Sweetheart, grab your bag, we're going home."
"You can go, but Damian stays here. I don't want to call security, so why don't you calm down and go a bit shopping or whatever else you do with your husband's money."
Normally Damian would jump off of his chair, and protect your honor from his vice principal, but he felt really dizzy. But then he saw the look in your eyes, and could slump back in his seat with ease, knowing this look all too well, he knew to better not stand in your way.
"I adopted three children."
"Whatâ"
"I adopted three children," you say again, raising your voice slightly, "I'm their mother, and also Damian's. I didn't adopt him because his biological mother is still alive, and I'm very grateful for that because the parents of my other children are đĽđŚđ˘đĽ."
"Mrs. Wayne please listenâ"
"No, you listen!" you take a step forward. "I had to fucking bury on of my kids, so if you think security can stop me, please be my guest and call them, but I'm calling the police because you hold us hostage. I have permission to take Damian home, so next time do your fucking job, and look in the files of the children to see who is allowed to pick them up and who isn't."
Mr. Banks looks shocked, not knowing what to say or what to do, but before a sound could come out of his mouth you continue, "oh and I'm not a stupid little doll who spends the money of her husband all day. Am I a staying home mom? Yes! Absolutely nothing wrong with that. You think you can do my job?" you laugh again, taking another step forward, "fine, let's switch places for a day, but we all know you wouldn't survive an hour in my shoes."
With that you turn on your heels and go to kneel before Damian again. "C'mere, baby," you say in a much softer tone, taking him in your arms to stand up, its also another sign on how bad he must feel. Damian wouldn't let people carry him, he must be really đłđŚđ˘đđđş tired.
"Ma'am, please let us talk this through," Mr. Banks tries to stop you, seemingly sensing that he made a huge mistake, but before his hand, with wich he tried to stop you, could touch your shoulder, Damian stopped him.
Damian grabs Mr. Banks' wrist, looking him with his last bit of strength sharp in the eyes, "don't touch her!"
I-I wasn't I o-onlyâ" the man stutters, shocked by the brutal strength of the young boy.
You turn around, forcing Damian to let go of his vice principal. "You wanted to meet my husband so desperately? Congratulations, you will meet him, but I can guarantee you that it won't be a pleasant meeting," you say with a wicked smile that mirrors the same one that your son has on his face, when you finally leave the school office.
.đĽ Ý ËđŚ ÝË ÝđĽ .
Back home you send Damian into his room to change into something cosy, asking Alfred to make soup while you prepare tea and look for medicine to hopefully reduce Damian's fever.
You thank Alfred before heading to Damian's room with a tray of everything you need to take care of your boy, frowning when you see his door is open, but he's not in the room, you smile to yourself because you know exactly where he is, where all your children end up sooner or later: đşđ°đśđł đŁđŚđĽđłđ°đ°đŽ.
And indeed, Damian lies in your bed on his father's side as if it had always been his.
"There you are," you smile, placing the tray on your nightstand.
"I thought it made more sense to be here so you wouldn't have to get up every ten minutes to check on me," he mumbles between coughs. Damian would never admit out loud that he just doesn't want to be alone right now so. "And your TV is a lot bigger than mine."
You both knew that was a lie; all televisions were the same size, thanks to 12-year-old Dick and his jealousy of Jason at the time. But you just hum in agreement, happy that you can take care of him without arguing about it.
.đĽ Ý ËđŚ ÝË ÝđĽ .
A small smile spread across your face when you hear hurrying footsteps. After Damian ate his soup and drank half of the tea, he quickly fell asleep once his head made contact with your shoulder, thanks to the medicine.
Bruce opens the door as quietly as possible, smiling when he sees you and Damian cuddle up together with you stroking your hand through his hair. When Zuri told him everything after his meeting, he immediately cancelled all other meetings, and made his way home.
"Hey," he whispers, leaning over you to give you a kiss before he brushes some hair from Damian's forehead, the boy lets out a displeased sound, tucking his face into your neck. "Looks like we got another mama's boy."
You laugh softly, cupping Bruce's face with your free hand, "aren't they all at some point?"
"Can't blame them," he smiles, leaning down to give you another kiss before he frowns slightly, "want to tell me what happened with the school?"
"Later," you answer to which Bruce nods. You don't want to talk about what happened now, knowing that Bruce will get angry when you tell him what the vice principal said. "I just want to cuddle with my boys."
Bruce smirks, standing back up to his full height to take off his jacket and tie before he cuddles up to your other side.
"What?" he asks at your raised brow, "he's completely on my side, and they always kick me when their sick."
"Expect Dick."
"That's because he kicks every other time."
"Can you be quiet? I'm trying to sleep."
You and Bruce chuckle, giving Damian a kiss on the head and cuddle closer together. You feel the stress from today leaving your body when you melt against your husband, knowing that Bruce will probably ensure that Mr. Banks won't find a job as vice principal ever again, after having a 'talk' with him of course.
















