Bruce Wayne x batmom!reader
warnings: fluff, mentions of blood and descriptions of injuries, Jason and Tim lwk hate each other lol, but overall just them trying to be a family<33
a/n: this is my first time writing for a request I hope I did it right!
It was a cloudy dark night today in Gotham.
The heavy rain splattered against the manor’s windows, sounds of water dropping echoing against the tall empty halls.
You were alone, your husband and the kids out for patrol.
Alfred was out of town, so you made yourself busy by sitting down on the couch and turning on the TV.
A few hours passed by when you heard footsteps coming from downstairs, your head perking up immediately.
Bruce emerged from the batcave, Jason, Tim and Damian following along.
You immediately jumped up from your position, running over to Bruce.
His suit was still on, though he took his cowl off so he could place a small yet intimate kiss on your lips.
“How was patrol?” You asked.
He smiled and wrapped his hands around you, “Rough. It’s better now that I’m with you.”
Damian scoffed and Tim turned his head away.
You looked over to them, Bruce slowly unraveling his grip on you so you could approach them.
“How was patrol boys?” You asked gently.
Damian cleared his throat, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go to sleep.”
He tried walking off before you noticed a slight limp in his posture.
He turned his head back, sparing a glance at you and Bruce.
“Did you get hurt?” You asked.
“No.” He began to walk back up the stairs but quickly regretted it as he winced and clutched his shoulder.
You scoffed, crossing your arms and heading into the beathroom, “Alright everyone. Follow me.”
The rest looked at each other confused turning to Bruce for answers.
“You heard her.” He shrugged.
Then, coming out of the bathroom, you set the first aid kit down onto the coffee table. Crossing your arms and waiting for them to come sit on the couch.
Damian rolled his eyes and painfully approached you, the same time as Tim went over to sit by your side.
Jason rolled his shoulders back and stretched his arms out.
“Alright B, guess that’s it for tonight.” He was about to leave when-
He looked at you in disbelief, groaned and forced himself to walk over to the couch.
“Seriously? I’m a grown ass man!” Jason complained as he sat himself down clumsily.
“Language.” You looked at him sternly, holding a disinfectant bottle in one hand.
Bruce watched the whole scene unravel from the side, chucking low under his breath.
You slowly approached Damian, crouching down to eye-level with him.
“Where are you hurt?” You asked.
He crossed his arms, “I am Damian Al Ghul-Wayne, I do not get-”
He winced, giving up in defeat.
“My shoulder.” He mumbled.
You slowly lifted his arm, now seeing the red gush of blood seeping though his shoulder pads.
Your hands took care of the scar effortlessly, focused on disinfecting it.
You placed the gauze on his shoulder with great precision, making sure no blood leaks out.
Damian spared a glance at the wrapped injury, breathing in deep.
You smiled as you got up, wiping your hands clean of the blood.
Then, looking over to Tim and Jason, you approached them with the same determination.
“Just so you know” Jason cut in, “I’m not hurt. I don’t get hurt. I’m the red hood.” He said puffing his chest out.
“Okay tough guy.” You said, “Then you can help me patch Tim up.
His eyes widened. “What? Why do I have to do that!” You simply stared at him and handed him the gauze.
He looked at Tim, narrowing his eyes.
Jason let out an exasperated sigh, holding the gauze up.
Tim showed you where his injury was, your breath hitching when you saw the ripped skin on the sode of his ribs.
“This is gonna need stitches.” You mumbled, fumbling through the first aid bag.
You meticulously guided the string through his blood soaked skin, doing your best to make the stitches as tight as possible. Then you gestured for Jason to hand you the gauze, which he did (with a small roll of his eyes.)
Tim nodded, sharing a small smile with you when you finally got done treating his injury. “Thanks [name].”
Bruce swears his heart was melting at the moment, watching you take care of his kids like that. He wanted to marry you all over again.
Before Jason could try to walk out again, you tutted at him and spoke up, “Jason.”
He groaned and turned around.
“See you tommorow at dinner?” You smiled.
His gaze immediately softened.
Jason’s voice felt vulnerable as he spoke up.
“I’ll… see what I can do.” He said, before saying goodbye and walking out of the manor.
Bruce slowly walked over to you, hugging you tightly.
Tim and Damian took that as a sign to retreat to out of the room, exchanging their “good nights” on the way.
The room was now empty, the only thing keeping you warm now was Bruce’s skin against yours.
“I love you so much.” He whispered against your neck.
You laughed, “Why are you getting all sappy on me now?”
He smiled against your neck as he pulled his head back to look at you.
“It’s the truth, darling. I love you.”
You cooed at him teasingly. “Aww baby I love you too.”
He smiled at your antics.
“Are you hurt? Do I need to take care of you too?” You teased him further.
Bruce rolled his eyes and picked you up swiftly, knocking the wind out of you.
You yelped as he lowered his head to yours.
“Do I look hurt?” He grovelled.
You shook your head as he carried you up the stairs.
“You look so pretty when you’re pissed off at me.” You pushed further, still not giving up your act.
He tightened his grip on you as a small grin crept up on his face despite himself.
“I could never be pissed at you, gorgeous.”
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