note: all batfam are kids in this expect for Bruce ofc lol!

“Uncle y/n!!!!!” Dick when he was just a Robin, screams as he rushes into the study room to see his uncle wearing his signature glasses. Y/n holds back a deep sigh, looking at the acrobat who just smiles at him.

“Yes, sweetheart?” “Watch, what I can do.” Dick says before doing a new trick he just learnt.

Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle, clapping to encourage the little bird. “Amazing! Show uncle what else you can do.” Dick’s eyes light up as he started to do some more tricks.

“UNC! UNC!!!!!!” Jason dragged as he was in the kitchen working on homework.

Y/n looked at his twin brother who looks back at him. “That’s your son.” Y/n says, getting ready to head out, but instead Bruce chuckles.

“But that’s your nephew, and he’s calling for you.”

Y/n was suddenly in the kitchen, seeing jason’s lit up face. “Yo, unc! Help me with this math question?” He asked, showing him the equation.

“What the..” y/n grabbed the paper and gave it back. “Uhm. How about we head out for ice cream?” Y/n says, clearly not understanding this generation’s math solving problems.

Jason hopped off the chair and rushed to hold his uncles’s hand.

“Ice cream. Ice cream! Ice cream!”

“Uncle?” Tim says softly, walking into his uncle’s room.

“Yes Timmy boy?”

“Is Santa real?” He asked towards his lovely uncle.

“Of course he’s real, you just gotta be asleep to earn any gifts.” Y/n says, taking his glasses off and lay down.

It’s quiet before Tim gets on the bed with his uncle. “Is that why you have a Santa costume in your closet?”

Y/n’s eyes flew right open as Tim just stare at him. “Okay bed time champ!”

“Ammu.” (uncle)Damian says, alerting of his presence. Y/n turned around, having to get ready to go get groceries. “Yes dames?” Y/n says, putting his jacket on as the small brown skinned boy walks towards him.

“I wanna come too.” He says, he already looked ready—maybe a little too ready as he had his Velcro shoes on and a jacket that seems a little too big.

Y/n chuckled, “you sure? It’s gonna be a long trip with me to the grocery store.”

“I’m sure!” He says a little too excitedly, he grabs onto his uncle’s hand. Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle before heading out with the small boy.

“Of course..”

“UNCLEEEE!!!!” Steph yells, running towards the man that ran away as the blonde girl tackled him.

“Where have you been dude?! I’ve been waiting for you to watch this movie I just saw!”

“Been busy with work, kiddo… get off me please..” Stephane gets off the poor man, chuckling before dragging him to the living room.

Cass stood beside her uncle, watching him do a puzzle by himself, “uncle.” She signs after tugging on the male’s sleeve. “Yes honey?” He replies, pausing himself from completing his puzzle.

“I wanna color with you. Please.” She tugs harder, getting him at least out his chair. Y/n sighs, but walks with her to her room. “Why not your father? I’m sure he can make time to—” he was interrupted with a pout from the girl.

“Okay never mind, drawing it is!”

'In the name of the father, the billionaire, and honorary bat-uncle' by Buttercupbabyyyyy

Author: @buttercupbabyyyyy

"These aren't even yours!" Barry exclaims heatedly, banging a hand on the table. He glances at Bart – who, for all his glaring, is currently hiding behind Tim – then back at Bruce. "Quit stealin' my speedsters, man."

"It's an emotional adoption thing," Red Robin explains. Unhelpfully.

Kon-El nods. "I've been emotionally adopted, like, three times now."

Tim pats his arm sympathetically. “You’re too humble.”

“Ten?”

“Now we’re talking.”

“I honestly didn’t even know that was possible,” Kon-El says, faux despair colouring his voice as his hands cover his cheeks in a poor imitation of Edvard Munch’s Scream.

When Roblox night with the family goes a little chaotic.

“HE PUSHED ME!!” Tim yelled, looking at his corpse while other players ran to the finish line.

Y/n and the boys were having a Roblox night.

He didn’t even know how he and Bruce got involved.

But they were all playing ink game and Jason just pushed Tim out of the finish line.

“I didn’t,” Jason says blankly, Tim threw his phone down and jumped on Jason who immediately went into a scuffle with the other boy.

Damian was helping dick who got shot in the game, “Thanks, lil d!” Dick said in amusement.

“Tt. You suck at this game.” Damian responded while Bruce looked at the two brothers getting along.

“Want me to carry you?” Bruce said, turning his avatar towards the person who froze at the red light.

“No.” You bluntly said, “And even if you did I’ll have to be shot.”

Bruce immediately pushed your avatar.

“BRUCE WHAT THE FUCK—”

Bruce then carried you most of the time.

Dick is being carried by Damian, and Tim is fighting with Jason in real time. You’re being held by Bruce but keep trying to leave his grip.

And then an avatar rushes to the finish line with swift speed.

And that player was Alfred who sipped his tea,

˖ ࣪⭑genre: fluff

˖ ࣪⭑info: batuncle!reader can be depicted as your features or as Bruce’s twin either identical or fraternal twins.

˖ ࣪⭑DICK

He knew he had to pull off that acrobatic move in the living room… he just had to! And now, he’s ruined your glasses.

His flip was impressive, but the landing? Not so much. He landed right on your couch, exactly where you had left your glasses before answering the call to the Batcave.

His rear end had to smush your glasses!

Now he’s panicking, fumbling with the glasses as he tries to reassemble them, as if mere willpower could magically put them back together.

“Oh man!” Dick exclaims in a worried tone, and that’s when you call out for him.

“Dick!” you shout, concern flooding your voice as you approach the living room.

He scrambles into the kitchen, rummaging through drawers to find glue. With Elmer's glue in hand, he starts working on fixing the mess he made. But as he applies the glue, he winces, seeing how badly it has turned out. It seems he overlooked the crack on your lenses completely.

When he turns around, he jumps back, taken aback by the sight of your knitted brows.

Oh boy, he’s in for it now.

He holds out the broken glasses, shame written all over his face. He braced himself for you to scold him, to let him have it in full force. He thinks he’s earned the title of “worst nephew” with this blunder.

What happens next catches him off guard—rather than scolding him, you reach out, ruffle his hair, and laugh.

“Dick, it’s fine. I can just get new ones.” His expression shifts to one of disbelief. “You’re not mad?”

“Me? Mad?” You reply, struggling to suppress a grin. “I can’t be mad at you. I told you to stop doing those tricks around the manor, but I suppose I can’t stifle your childhood joy.” With that, you toss the damaged glasses into the trash.

“Besides, I have new pairs on the way. I had a hunch about this happening.” Dick stares at you in astonishment before bouncing around in relief.

“Oh come on! You could’ve told me that, Uncle Y/n!” he complains, pouting as you flick his forehead.

“Well? We’re Waynes.” You say decisively before walking off, with the little boy following closely behind you like a duckling.

˖ ࣪⭑JASON

Jason was getting ready to sit back and relax for summer break. He had his popcorn and his favorite soda in his other hand.

And now, he can sit back, relax, and have the time of his life.

Crunch.

“Hm?”

Jason got up and immediately dropped his popcorn but not his soda can.

There lay your glasses, which you always used to read your fantasy books.

“Jason. Have you seen my glasses around? I need to read a statement of the Wayne corporation.” You said, coming downstairs in the room area.

“No!” Jason yelled out, and he immediately sat down on the glasses again. Covering up his crime with his own butt.

You raised a brow, crossing your arms with a raised brow. “Jason Todd.”

Jason stayed quiet due to your stern tone. “It’s nothing!”

His voice was now squeaky and high, trying to hide how nervous he felt when you walked over to him.

You pulled him from the couch, watching how Jason physically recoiled from the moment he saw your face.

“…..”

You were silent. Like the kinda silent Jason would rather die from. He’d prefer to hear you yell at him rather than pulling out the ‘Wayne silence’.

“Your butt ….. broke my glasses?”

Jason nodded slowly.

Another beat of silence reeked the room, feeling the pressure of Jason’s guilt overcoming him, you grabbed the glasses and threw them away.

“It’s fine, I’ll let Bruce buy me another pair.”

Jason frowned, hes use to such aggressive behavior. “You aren’t going to yell at me? Ground me? Nothin'?” He asks while following you to the kitchen to where you cleaned your hands after touching booty glasses.

“No I’m not. And wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Cause we all make mistakes.”

After the situation, Jason felt more comfortable than he ever did.

˖ ࣪⭑TIM

Tim was building parts for his robotic project, his face drained and wrecked from gathering garbage and random gadgets from the batcave.

So here he is now, in the living room while you slept as the TV played. Baby Damian was sucking on a binky while he watched the TV.

He puts in his own batteries. He flips the switch on in the back of his creation.

With each command he spoke out, the robot did.

So when the robot started to walk, Tim was satisfied.

Until the robot kept walking.

“Robo stop!” Tim yelled. Trying to shut off the machine of hard work.

The robot kept walking despite Tim’s disapproval. The robot soon stepped on the glasses that lay on the floor, which seemed to have magically appeared.

You woke up shortly to a crunching sound. Looking to your left of the living room, you see Tim clutching his head with a shocked sound leaving his mouth.

“What’s wrong Timmy boy?”

You sat up, rocking the now fussy brown-skinned baby who didn’t like the attention going away from him.

“I…” he had no words, only to show you the broken glasses. The glasses you sat down in all because Damian kept trying to pull them off your face. Which was annoying yes, but at least your ears weren’t in trouble anymore.

“Oh.” That’s all you can say before taking the broken glasses from Tim’s hand. His fringe haircut has looked messy since he grabbed it.

“Are you mad?”

Sighing, you shook your head no and put the glasses down.

“Of course not champ, but word of advice. Don’t make anything else out of stuff from the Batcave. You got it?” You said softly, but sternly.

Tim nodded, feeling relieved you weren’t mad.

˖ ࣪⭑STEPHANIE

She was chasing Tim with a toy gun. Ignoring how Tim was yelling for her to stop.

Her stopping? No way in hell!

As she shot her last nerf gun bullet, aiming to hit Tim on his big head. The soft bullet hits harshly at a pair of glasses that were on a tv stand.

The glasses drop with a hard shatter of the lenses.

“Uh oh.” Tim and Steph said simultaneously.

Tim slowly walked over to the glasses, glancing at the initials of the side. Eyes widen, seeing your initials.

“Oh… no.” Tim simply said.

“What?! What?!??” Steph yells, dropping the toy gun and rubbing to Tim who gave the broken glasses to her.

She glances over Tim’s shoulder, looking frantic whilst she grips the boy’s shoulder a little too hard.

“It’s.. It’s uncle’s glasses.” Tim said, a little too dramatically.

Steph felt her heart stop and her tiny hands began to sweat.

“What do we do?” She asks, watching Tim put the broken pair on the stand beside the TV.

“We?” The boy with a middle part questioned softly, that was before he turned around and pointed to the girl with blonde pigtails.

“I didn’t do this so I’m out!”

Tim rushed out of the room, leaving Steph with an angered expression.

“You coward!!” She yells, stomping her foot that wore a nice lit up twinkle toe shoe.

“Who’s a coward?” A voice called out.

It was your voice.

Steph stayed frozen, turning around as her eyes teared up.

“Uncle y/n!!” She wailed. “I broke your glasses, I’m sorry! Sorry!”

She would’ve lied. She could've. But then she would’ve felt guilty. Too guilty to even swallow it down.

“My glasses?” You spoke with confusion while Steph nodded and pointed to the TV stand that held the evidence of her mistake.

You grabbed the glasses and chuckled, “Steph, hon. These are just some reading glasses. Thankfully they’re old-fashioned and needed to be replaced.”

Going over to the little girl, she wiped her eyes when you patted her hair. “You’re not mad?”

You let out an airy chuckle, “Oh heavens no. I would care more about you than those old reading glasses.”

With those words. Stephanie smiled up at you with those wide eyes of hers.

˖ ࣪⭑DAMIAN

After multiple broken glasses in your time of using the robins around you, you decided to do something different.

Wear your glasses on your face and act as if you've never taken them off in your entire life.

Which failed very terribly.

Damian was practicing his throwing skills, with ninja stars and knives.

How fun!

Yeah, it wasn’t when you warned Damian about his swing. But did he listen?

No.

So the next thing you knew was a ninja star was thrown past you like a blow. And thank the lord you didn’t get hit.

Sadly you couldn’t say the same for your precious chain glasses.

Once you felt a slight shift in the air, Damian was frozen.

“I know you didn’t mean to, I’m not mad.” You said quickly knowing how this is gonna go.

You took your glasses off as the beads of your chain glasses broke.

Sighing, you felt like the universe wanted you to be blind or something.

Damian apologized to you, rambling from Arabic words, to English, to a mix. He was truly sorry even if you forgave him beforehand. Titus barked, basically sensing his owner’s distress.

Damian only seemed to relax when you patted his shoulder.

“Let’s go inside and just relax from the throwing practices.”

Damian slowly nodded and held your hand in his tiny one.

You weren’t mad.

You were patient.

LIKE they feared that this man had fully cracked and broken his back before the older male turns to see dick looking scared like a puppy, Jason getting ready to get up, Tim covering his mouth, Stephane just staring wide eyed, and the Damian running over to his uncle.

It’s so chaotic as the robins are just surrounding the poor man as reader is screaming for Alfred to help before he is covered in love by his babies.

And BatUncle being the orange cat he is, being very oblivious to what's even happening

-MonsterHigh anon

STOPPP CAUSE ITS LIKE THIS—

“Alright, I'm off to get ice cream!” Y/n yelled, alerting Damian who just smiled as he went and hopped onto a couch to wait for his beloved uncle. It was a fresh new day of a weekend, and the new day just to hang out with his uncle. His ammu (uncle). But after a few minutes of Damian coloring in these number pages, his father’s brother has gotten him, and he hears the door ring.

Odd. His uncle doesn’t need to ring to get in? He walks to the door, opens it, and closes it instantly.

Damian has a clear scowl on his face before mumbling words that should not be said in English in Arabic. It was Hal Jordan, the green lantern on earth. “C'mon short stack! Where’s your cute uncle at?” Hal says behind the door as Damian locks it just to show how he doesn’t want Hal here.

“Nowhere for you to know.” The adult and the small child continued to argue over the door before the soon uncle came back to just see the green lantern from the justice leagues “Hal?” Y/n questions, holding an ice cream cone for him and Damian.

Hal instantly turned around with a smug look while Damian burst open the door. “Move!” The child yells, pushing the adult male out his way and cling onto the pant leg of y/n who is shocked to see this from Damian.

“Oh my..” y/n says under his breath as Hal just grits his teeth but puts on a quick smile. “Hey hot stuff~” he purrs. “Hi, Hal!” Y/n says with a huge grin, not realizing what he got himself into as he doesn’t notice how his nephew and Hal are glaring straight daggers at each other. Wanting to claim the attention of Wayne.

Dick

Positive: If he heard anyone talking good about you, person wise or hero persona. He’s gushing about you to them as if he was little and you were younger back then. Eyes light up, being very buddy with them and happy. “Oh yeah and did you know?!” He’s just such a golden retriever. He may cry when remembering that time when you helped him with homework or maybe with an injury. You had to drag that adult child from the person who was frightened by this fanboy.

Negative: stank eye, side eye, glare, a strained smile. If it’s a hater trying to make a rumor? He’s calling Tim, no way in hell are they gonna let this fake ass rumor fly from their head. He’ll also be confrontational and tell them how you are the best aunt/uncle in the world. No commas. Just periods.

Jason

Positive: he says a few words to the person he heard talking so positively of you. It could be one of his siblings or Roy, telling them to not tell you but failing as one of them said anything to you. Now he has a crying aunt/uncle latched to him and his face is red embarrassed.

Negative: no questions asked. Red hood is showing up, sitting down and cleaning his gun. He loves his aunt/uncle that let him lives with them. You are literally his favorite person in the world. So if they talk shit they’re gonna eat shit. 6 feet under.

Tim

Positive : dick 2.0, cause this boy is going in like he had an evidence board in-front of him. He’s literally talking with his hands left and right if they were talking about your hero person. His aunt/uncle is amazing! He loves you! But if they are talking about as a person, nothing changes expect a wide loving smile on his face.

Negative: yeah no. If he wasn’t trained right, he would’ve dox them to your fan group. But since you raised him along with your brother/his adoptive father. He would do it for you. But oh boy, that person is getting scams left and right

Damian

Positive: immediately the person who was talking such wonders about you gets fact checked about your likes and dislikes. Tim and dick 2.0 right here. He’s literally pointing his finger in the air and speaking such amazing things about you. Making the person wonder who the hell left their kid. Or more like nephew.

Negative: he’s jumping at them with a katana you bought him. Hey, it’s a good use for it to be on people who talk shit. You probably had to hold the crazy angered boy from making human sushi at them.

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