#batparents

falling in love with a morally grey billionaire

Warning: Super angsty, like next level angst, it made @sirkekselord​ cry Word count: ~1.6k Summary: After Jason’s death you know it’s time to pack up the things in his room, but will you be able to cope with all the memories and the fact that your son is really dead? (Inspired by “In the bedroom down the hall” from ‘dear Evan Hansen’)

Requested by the lovely @hubblill: Hey!Love you fics! I wonderd if I could request a super angsty batfam (batmom) story, inspirerad by the song "In the beadroom down the hall" (dear evan hansen) where batmom is packning up Jasons things after he dies and remember all the good and bad times they had. Ending with some fluff please.

The manor was cold with the absence of the little boy you'd grown to love in the last five years. You had grown to see as your son, your youngest after Dick. You weren't able to really blame Bruce, he was your husband after all, but at the same time, you weren't able to look into his eyes, let alone sleep in the same bed with him. It just hurt too much. It had been two months now and you still expected Jay to come through the door and fall into your arms after school. But he never did. He would never again. "Mistress Wayne," Alfred's voice made you look up from the book you had thoughtlessly picked up, not realizing what it was, only to recognize the cover of the book you had always read to Jason when he couldn't sleep when he was younger when you tried to put it back on the shelf, "I think it's time, I've already placed the boxes in front of the door." He didn't need to say explicitly what he meant, you already knew, you already dreaded it. Jason's room had been closed, left the way it was, ever since the night you found out he died. Back then you had spent the whole night kneeling at his bed, crying for all the days he'd never have, all the experiences he would never make. Bruce tried to get you out, but you couldn't even bear to be in the same room as him and, even though he was hurting too, he loved you too much to intervene, instead deciding to give you space and time to grieve. The next morning you locked the door and put the key around your neck, you couldn't stand the thought of changing it, even though you knew, deep inside, that it wouldn't be used again. You had played with the thought of letting it just stay closed, gather dust until you were ready to face the fact that you had lost your son, but Alfred made you try to understand that you'd never get to that point if you'd literally lock your feelings away. So you just nodded, eyes void of emotions after days and nights that you spent crying, and turned around to go to the place that became the center of everything you had hoped would never happen. You stood in front of his bedroom quicker than you had expected. It was the very last room in the hallway that had been dedicated to your children, Dick's room that was also long left empty only a few doors away. A pained smile made its way onto your face when your eyes landed on the lettering that Jason had carved into it when he finally felt home 'Jason's room! Keep out!' and a bit smaller under it stood 'Except mom!' that he had added when your mother-son bond got as strong as it had been for the rest of the five years you had together. Only five years... You swallowed the lump in your throat and closed your eyes for a second, trying to keep the tears from streaming just a little bit longer, before picking up one of the boxes and opening the door, before you could change your mind. 

You tried to ignore your surrounding as best as you could, knowing that if you'd focus too much on anything you'd break down again, and made your way over to the closet that stood beside his bed and slowly opened it. The beginning was easy. It was shirts that he wore every day that laid perfectly folded in their place, they made you smile a bit, thinking about how they all seemed to be the same shirt in different colours and with sometimes a pattern on it. But then your hands landed on a deep grey crocheted sweater. You remembered like yesterday how you started to try your hand at crocheting when the stress of Dick leaving and the new cute kid going out fighting with your husband got a bit too much. The sweater was the first thing you made that you dared to show anyone and when it turned out to somewhat be the size of Jason you couldn't help but give it to him. He always complained about it, saying that the fabric was just a horrible choice and that the arms got tighter at the end. You just shrugged and laughed that maybe crocheting wasn't your strong suit after all and that he could feel free to throw it away whenever he wanted. You were sure that he'd thrown it into the trash the same day, but here it was. In your hands. He had kept it. The first tears started welling up in your eyes and you couldn't help but pressing it to your body as if Jason was still in it... but it was just a thought, the ghost of a hope that you started to lose. You finally looked around the room. Your eyes were drawn to the superman nightlight that was plugged into the wall beside the door, you had bought it for him as a joke, but somehow he never wanted to take it off again. You only found out that he wasn't too fond of being alone in the dark when the lightbulb inside it broke and he made his way to your and Bruce's bedroom, asking you if you could fix it. You had promised he would never see it break again, but you had never known that it would be because of such a gruesome circumstance. Then your gaze landed on his bedside table and you were like in a trance when you sat down on the bad and opened its drawer, your breath hitching when you saw the broken picture frame laying inside it. It was a picture of you, him and Bruce on his birthday. You looked so happy, but it seemed like a distant memory now, something from a place that was destroyed by a blizzard of change. You traced the cracks in the frame and of the fragments of glass and you couldn't stop your brain from wandering to the evening when it was broken like that. You couldn't quite remember why, but you had forbidden him from joining patrol that night and he was enraged by that. He screamed at you, shouted that he heated you and that you weren't his real mother, but instead of sitting him down and explaining that you were just worried for him and that you knew he didn't mean it, you screamed back... You'll regret saying that... One day I might not be here to care about you anymore, what's then?... Stop acting so childish... Then he threw the picture at the wall and you left the room, telling him that if he thought he knew everything so much better than you that he should make is own decisions... You weren't sure when you started crying and sobbing, you hadn't even noticed your finger getting pierced by the shards of glass and blood dripping onto the picture beside your tears. The hairs on your neck began raising and your hearts started beating when you thought that it was Jason who stood in the doorway, but when you looked up it was Bruce who looked at you worried, with tears of his own welling up in his eyes.   You started to break down and, you didn't know how, but soon you were clutching onto Bruce, crying into his chest. "I-I can't do this," you sobbed, "I'm sorry, I just can-can't." Your voice was broken and cracked and you felt like there was just a heavy brick of ice where your heart had been. "It's okay," Bruce whispered into your hair, but you could hear that he was crying too, "We don't have to.."

“A sunny smile for our Gotham fans! We love you!! Hang in there beautiful people!” ❤️ Martha & Thomas Wayne

For @onikik who I love more than life itself because she made me like incredibly emotional and I just can’t okay. Also, Michelle, I was listening to this as I wrote so... blame the ending on that. 

Pairing: Batparents

Word Count: 640

Her name was Shizu, and she had everything.

She wasn’t entirely sure when it had happened. When the mysterious man who guarded the bat-demon barrier had become hers.

When glistening hair and sharp claws had become his adornments, things that branded him as other had become things that branded him as hers. He was no ordinary man. He was Tsukuyomaru. Shizu’s Tsukuyomaru.

She knew that his father was disapproving, his clan unwelcoming, but when she found herself in his arms, wrapped so tightly in him that she couldn’t tell where she ended and where he began, it was only too easy to forget all of that.

When she was with him, she was a woman, and he a man. They were in love, the most pure feeling in the world, unaffected by any of the differences that spanned between them. She knew that he would move heaven and earth to find his way to her, and sometimes she would lie awake at night and pray that he knew she would do the same. If he could even begin to understand the love she had in her heart for him.

“You’re human, my darling.” He had crooned to her one night, lying under the stars with her held against his heart, the steady beating lulling her into security. “But I? I have lived a life far longer than you can imagine. And in that lifetime, I have loved only you.”

She had laughed softly, resting her chin on his broad chest to look up at him, admiring the way the moonlight caught the unique lavender of his eyes.

“You’re demon, my darling.” Shizu whispered back, “And in my short life, I have thrown away my relationship with all of society to come to you. Humans are ruled by their emotions, and I? I have given you my entire heart and soul.”

He had gathered her in his arms then, pulled her closer than she had thought possible, and when his lips brushed over hers, she smiled, delving her fingers into the silken mass of his hair and drawing him into her.

She couldn’t remember ever having been so happy in her life. She had a man that others could only dream of, and he was entirely hers. And when she realized she was with child? That there would now be a tiny being, made of the best parts of Tsukuyomaru and herself, that would be a testament to a love that defied all the norms of society? This child would be their blessing, their gift to each other.

When Shiori was born, she thought she had everything. Tsukuyomaru had given her love, safety, and now this beautiful child. Shizu couldn’t imagine her life without him, and knew that even if he were to leave her tomorrow, she would spend her entire life grateful to him for loving her as he had, for showing her what love was, and what love could be.

What she hadn’t considered was that when one had everything, there was only too much to be lost. She didn’t think it was possible when she first heard the news. He was simply stuck on an errand at home, it was taking him slightly longer than usual to return to them. To his family. He couldn’t have - no.

Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. And it was one rainy night when the thunder rumbled around her, and lightning lit their once well kept home, that she realized that he was never coming back.  When she yearned for him to hide her in his strong arms, whisper that she was safe and loved and found the bed beside her empty, cold and made up. Unused. As it had been for months before. Her love, her Tsukuyomaru had left her.

inuyasha quotes → batparents (x.)