Summary: Bruce Banner's daughter suddenly arrives at the avengers compound, leaving the other avengers with a few questions.
Warnings: Possible swearing
Reader's age: 17
Everyone held secrets.
Bruce Banner knew the weight of secrets better than anyone. His own life was a tapestry woven with them – the gamma radiation, the transformations, the solitude he’d built around himself to protect the world, or perhaps himself, from the Hulk. But this secret, the one tucked away in a quiet corner of his heart for seventeen astonishing years, was different. This one wasn't about destruction or rage. This one was about a daughter.
Y/n Banner.
He’d always wondered how the other Avengers would react if they ever found out. The world’s mightiest heroes, who trusted him with their lives, had no idea he’d spent nearly two decades juggling world-saving with clandestine fatherhood. How had he managed it? Carefully constructed alibis, a network of trusted (and very well-paid) ex-colleagues, and Y/n’s own uncanny ability to blend in… and, admittedly, her knack for not blending in, which often led to her needing a new, more remote address. She was a tornado of vibrant chaos, a stark contrast to his own carefully controlled existence, and he loved her fiercely for it. He’d hidden her for her safety, from the prying eyes of governments, from the lingering threats of his past, and yes, from the potential danger of his own volatile nature.
Today, however, his meticulously built facade was about to crumble.
The Avengers Compound hummed with its usual low-level activity. Bruce was engrossed in a new vibration-dampening alloy in his lab, a faint smell of ozone clinging to the air. Tony was probably upstairs, tinkering with some absurd new suit accessory. Natasha was likely honing her already lethal skills in the gym, the rhythmic thud of a punching bag echoing faintly. Steve was undoubtedly out on a run, Clint practising trick shots in the archery range, and Thor… well, Thor was probably eating half the compound’s food supply in the kitchen, judging by the occasional booming laugh. All was relaxed. All was normal.
Then, the alarm shrieked. A piercing, insistent wail that cut through the compound's calm, instantly transforming the atmosphere from tranquil to tense. It wasn't the "perimeter breach" alarm, nor the "major threat inbound" one. This was the "unidentified presence at the main gate" alarm. Annoying, but rarely dangerous.
Bruce scrambled out of his lab, nearly tripping over a forgotten wrench. He joined the others in the command center, their faces etched with a familiar blend of readiness and mild annoyance. Tony was already pulling up the external cameras.
"Who is at the gate?" Tony grumbled, fingers flying across the holographic interface.
The main gate feed flickered into view. And Bruce felt his heart plummet, a sickening lurch that made his stomach churn.
Standing defiantly at the imposing reinforced gate was a figure entirely too familiar. A seventeen-year-old girl, undeniably confident, even a little smug. Dark brown hair, thick and untamed, with a striking, almost defiant streak of wild purple running through the bangs. Ripped jeans, the kind that cost more ripped than whole, an old, faded band tee and a pair of scuffed black combat boots. Her hands were shoved into her pockets, her stance radiating impatience. She looked like trouble, wrapped in denim and an irreverent smirk.
"Hey! Someone gonna let me in or what?" Her voice, though tinny through the gate's comms, was unmistakably Y/n’s – a clear, slightly raspy alto that carried surprising authority.
The five other Avengers – Tony, Natasha, Thor, Steve, and Clint – all exchanged confused glances. Tony zoomed in on her face, a speculative look dawning on his features.
"Who is that?" Steve questioned, his brow furrowed. "She looks… remarkably comfortable yelling at an Avenger-grade security system."
"L-Let her in," Bruce stammered, rubbing his hands together with nervous energy, a habit he only exhibited under extreme duress. His voice was barely a whisper, yet it cut through the room’s tension like a knife.
Tony paused, his fingers hovering over the gate controls. Natasha, ever perceptive, turned from the screen to Bruce, her green eyes narrowing. "Bruce?" she called softly, her voice laced with an unusual caution. "Are you alright?"
"Just… just let her in. I’ll explain. I promise." He practically pleaded, his gaze flicking between the girl on screen and the wary faces of his teammates. The words felt like sandpaper in his throat. This was it. Seventeen years of careful secrecy, undone by a doorbell.
The group shared a look. Tony, always up for a good mystery (and perhaps sensing a new opportunity for blackmail), relented first. "Alright, big guy. Your funeral." He pressed a button, and the colossal gate began its slow, grinding retraction.
Within minutes, the elevator in the main lobby dinged. The doors slid open with a soft hiss, and Y/n strode in, a wild, mischievous smile splitting her face. Her eyes, startlingly green like her father’s when he was… not himself, sparkled with an almost dangerous intelligence.
"Hey, old man!" she called out, her voice echoing a little too loudly in the otherwise quiet common room. She stopped a few feet from the assembled heroes, surveying them with an unblinking intensity that bordered on impudence. "Answer your text messages in between saving the world, will ya? I was stuck in traffic for hours."
The five remaining Avengers turned as one to Bruce, who looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. Tony’s mouth hung slightly agape, a half-formed quip dying on his tongue. Natasha’s expression was unreadable, though her eyes glinted with barely contained amusement. Steve looked genuinely bewildered, his captainly composure wavering. Clint raised an eyebrow, a flicker of a smirk playing on his lips. Thor… Thor just looked curious, a giant, golden retriever trying to figure out a new toy.
"Old man?" Tony finally managed, his voice laced with disbelief. "Bruce, what in the name of Stark Industries is going on?"
Bruce sighed, a long, drawn-out sound of resignation. He walked over to Y/n, placing a hand awkwardly on her shoulder. She shrugged it off with a grin, not unkindly. He braced himself, feeling the familiar hum of gamma energy beneath his skin, though this time, it was from sheer embarrassment, not anger.
"Guys," he began, his voice strained, "this is my… my daughter. Y/n Banner."
A beat of stunned silence.
Then, Thor roared, "CHILD OF GAMMA!" He lunged forward, a booming laugh erupting, his massive hand extending in a gesture of welcome. "So, your progeny also wields the might of the green beast? Truly, a lineage worthy of Asgard!"
Y/n blinked at Thor, her mischievous grin widening. She looked him up and down, then tilted her head. "Gamma? Nah, I’m just extremely good at breaking things. And rules."
"No!" Bruce practically shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "No, she doesn't have any superpowers! She's not a trained assassin, she's not a spy, she's just… Y/n. And she is not a child of gamma, Thor, please!" He shot a desperate look at the thunder god, who merely beamed, clearly delighted by this new development.
Tony recovered first, a slow grin spreading across his face, the humour of the situation finally hitting him. "You… you have a kid, Banner? A whole seventeen-year-old kid? And you've been hiding her? Where, in a top-secret underground bunker with her own personal vibranium crib?" His eyes widened. "Is that why you always needed those 'research trips' to obscure parts of the world?"
"I… I wanted to keep her safe," Bruce mumbled, avoiding eye contact, the explanation feeling woefully inadequate under the collective scrutiny. "Away from… from all this. From the Hulk. From everything."
Natasha finally spoke, her voice calm but penetrating. "Seventeen years is a long time to keep a secret, Bruce. Especially a living, breathing, quite loud secret." Her gaze flicked to Y/n, who was now examining Clint’s quiver with keen interest, her fingers itching to touch the fletching of an arrow. "So, Y/n. What brings you to the hallowed halls of superhero-dom, besides breaking your father's carefully constructed privacy?"
Y/n looked up, a glint in her eyes. "Well, my last home got a little… uncomfortable after I accidentally maybe-sort-of-defaced a local monument with a glitter bomb. And Dad wasn't answering his phone, so I figured I’d come find him. You know, for a place to crash. And maybe to borrow some lab equipment. For… science." She shot a sweet, innocent smile at Bruce, who groaned, running a hand over his face.
"A glitter bomb?" Steve repeated, a hint of amusement in his tone now. "On a monument?"
"It was art," Y/n insisted, pulling out a small, incredibly advanced-looking lock-picking kit from her combat boot. "And besides, this place looks way cooler than any hidden home. Plus, I bet the WiFi is better. So, who wants to show me where the good snacks are? I'm starving, and I think I just picked up a new skill." She gestured with a delicate, yet obviously practised, flick of her wrist at the lock on a nearby storage cabinet.
Bruce felt his carefully constructed world wobble on its axis. His daughter, the chaos agent he’d painstakingly kept separate from his superhero life, was now standing smack-dab in the middle of it, a glitter bomb and a lock-picking kit in her arsenal. He looked at his bewildered, amused, and slightly concerned teammates. This was going to be an interesting new chapter. And he had a feeling it involved a lot more glitter, a lot less quiet, and absolutely no more secrets.
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dick grayson x reader
this is a small part of a series i'm writing, only bc i feel bad for not posting in a while. not rlly a x reader tbh, just baby dink and bruce meeting...
The tent had emptied hours ago, but Dick could still hear the screams. They echoed in his ears every time someone spoke to him, muffled like he was underwater. A man dressed in a slick black suit walked up to him, a hand on his shoulder.
His eyes scanned the man's face. He had kind eyes but a serious expression. He spoke to Dick. Saying something about having a place for him to stay. All Dick did was nod his head, it was easier than speaking.
His English was good, he caught onto some words that his mum had taught him, but he wasn't the best –having to pause before he spoke to think through his words.
He followed behind the big brooding man, Bruce Wayne, as people called him. A billionaire, philanthropist, playboy. Or whatever the hell he was. Dick didn't really understand most of those words.
Now sat in the backseat of an expensive looking black car that was too quiet for his liking, too clean, too neat. The kind of car that doesn’t belong to people like him. He watched out the window, the man in the suit, Bruce, watched Dick closely for a good while before he went on his phone.
Placing a phone call, bringing the phone to his ear. Dick kept his ears keen to whatever the phone call was about.
“Hello Alfred.” Bruce greeted the other person on the phone.
“Be prepared for a baby for reasons I discuss over the phone.” He said simply, and waited for a reply and hung up the phone.
There is a baby in here?
Dick thought. He didn’t pay much mind to it and just focused on the buildings flying past him. Neon lights smeared across glass, looking wet because of the rain/ The wipers of the car was the only sound that could be heard, apart from the sound of the rain outside.
Bruce was staring straight ahead, every now and then glancing at him. He felt his stomach churn. He picked at the lining of his shirt. Playing and pulling at the loose thread. Holding tightly onto the box and bag he was given, as if he let go, that too will disappear.
Bruce noticed, he opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, trying to find the right words to say. He had never had a kid before. What do you even say to an eight year old? Finally, he tried.
“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to,” He said quietly, his voice low enough it almost blent in with the mechanical rhythm of the wipers and the rain. Dick swallowed. He nodded his head, his eyes still out the window.
Bruce sighed. He felt a small pang in his chest, at how scared Dick looked. He had seen Dick in the papers, and he had looked so lively, so full of light, and right now was the exact opposite. Bruce hesitated, but,
“Was the circus your only family?” He asked softly. Dick tensed slightly, barely visible but there. He let out a small shaky breath, the reality of it all hitting him. The question hung in the air, unanswered for a while. Dick pressed his head against the cool window.
His eyes following the rain drops on the window, betting to himself which raindrop would drop the fastest. His throat felt like it was burning.
“Yes” He said, so softly, Bruce almost didn’t hear it. His voice was raspy since he had not spoken since the incident. His voice sounded so timid, but there was a sense of bravery behind them. Bruce nodded softly, more to himself. Dick cleared his throat softly.
“Wh…” He started but stopped himself, he bit his lips thinking of the words to say. Bruce looked at him, waiting patiently.
“Where are we going?” Dick asked softly, finally lifting his head off the window and looking at Bruce. His leg was bouncing, and he pulled onto the string on his shirt harder.
“To my house, you will stay there, with me,” Bruce replied softly. Dick looked away from Bruce and to the ground, thinking.
“Is that okay with you?” Bruce asked when Dicl didn’t say anything, watching the little boy closely. Dick bit his lip, thinking hard. He looked at Bruce and gave him a light tipped smile, a small sad one, but a smile nonetheless. He nodded softly.
“That is okay” He said and looked away from Bruce, and nodded to himself softly, before looking back out the window, watching the raindrops race each other.
“Good.” Bruce said, feeling better about the pang in his chest that was hurting for this little boy who had just lost everything he had ever known. The rest of the drive was silent—which to Dick was new.
with or without you will soon be a fic series (book ig)!
i'm just still writing it, and planning it!!
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bruce wayne being batman is the most majestic thing stiles could ever discover, but he's not surprised. a rich masked dude running around in gotham and spending that much money in a lost cause? has to be the local nepo baby.
what really surprises stiles is the resemblance that same dude has with scott. that no-killing rule? has to be some scott bullshit and stiles can't. he tried one time, he tried to follow another person's rules and it fucked him up enough.
if just this autistic man with hiperfocus in bats would stop trying to adopt him! he's a full-grown man already!
“Alright, kiddos. Who is ready to see some art?!” Y/N asked the group of kids and preteens.
Gotham was having it’s first ever art festival.
Thanks to Y/N’s hard work, and Bruce’s generous friends – and even more generous pockets of his own.
Y/N and Jason had been talking one night and both realized that the arts were not accessible to lower income families or homeless kids. Art departments cost money and they were the first thing to be cut from school budgets – right after physical education.
So Y/N started brainstorming an art fair where all ticket sales, 30% of sales, and various auctions would go to a local charity that made sure art programs stayed in Gotham’s school district.
Jason had asked some of the homeless kids that he visited in the streets if they wanted to attend, thinking they’d all think it was super lame.
But almost half of them were intrigued, and begged him to go.
Now, Y/N was taking them around the fair to see some art and meet a few artists.
Y/N’s phone buzzed.
It was a text from Jason: “How’s it going down there?”
Down there was pretty accurate, since him and the rest of the family were busy patrolling and couldn’t make it to the fair for themselves.
Y/N could tell Damian had wanted to come and hang out with kids his own age – no matter where they came from. But he took his duties as Robin very seriously. And when Bruce showed surprise at his son possibly wanting to skip patrol, Damian quickly hid his desire to go with Y/N to the fair and put on his uniform.
Y/N looked up at the rooftops, half expecting to see her boyfriend looking down at her in his Red Hood uniform.
But she found nothing.
So her attention went back to the kids.
To her shock, they were having an absolute blast. All the artists she had invited were happy to answer all their ridiculous and hilarious questions. And they seemed amazed to hear that some of the artist she’d invited had come from the same bad neighborhoods as them.
After a couple of hours though, the kids started to lose some steam.
“Who’s hungry?” She finally asked the group.
There was a chorus of “I am!” and “Me!”
But then one little girl tugged on Y/N’s sleeve, looking up at her with innocent eyes. She couldn’t have been older than six.
“What’s up, sweetie?” Y/N asked.
“I don’t have any…money,” the little girl whispered.
It broke Y/N’s heart. None of these kids had any money. They lived on the streets.
“I’m buying all your food,” Y/N clarified to the whole group, but nodded specifically to the girl who’d asked. “And you guys can get as much as you want.”
There was a burst of cheering and smiles.
A couple of them said, “Thank you, Miss Y/N.”
Y/N laughed. It was very clear that Jason had insisted the kids learned good manners, despite where they came from.
Y/N knew Bruce worked a lot in giving back to the community and trying to get people – especially kids – off the street. But it never would feel like enough. With a broken foster care system and more evil people than good, the streets were sometimes safer for them.
The kids had just finished eating all their food when Y/N noticed a van screeching to a halt behind one of the tents.
Six men or so got out, and Y/N immediately got a bad feeling. They looked like they were on some sort of mission, determined and aggressive expressions on their faces.
Next, Y/N noticed one of them pull out a gun.
She jumped up and grabbed the attention of all of the kids, kneeling in front of them and making sure to keep her panicked voice quiet as to not grab the attention of the men.
“I need you all to listen to me very carefully. What does Jason tell you when there’s trouble?”
Living on the streets made them take her tone seriously. They were used to danger being nearby and had lost their naivety long ago.
“Keep out of sight,” they whispered quickly.
“Right. You all need to follow me as fast as you can. Stay calm. Stay close. And look out for each other. OK? And if something happens to me, you hide. OK?”
They all nodded.
“Older kids, grab a younger buddy,”Y/N added as she stood up.
She grabbed a little one’s hand and pulled her cell phone to her ear.
“What’s wrong?” Jason answered on the second ring.
“You guys should get down here. Now. Just saw a group of men who are looking for trouble. They’re armed and not fucking around.”
“On it. They’re probably looking to get some money…” Jason noted.
Y/N could tell he had already jumped into a run.
“I gotta get the kids out of here,” she answered.
“We’ll be there soon,” Jason told her.
“I love you,” Y/N said, expecting something terrible to about to happen.
“Love you, too. I have your tracker. I’m on my way.”
Yes. Her tracker. It was a ring she now wore every day. Jason had insisted on her having it in case of an emergency, especially after they announced to the world that she was Bruce Wayne’s only daughter. When Y/N had looked to Bruce for assistance on telling Jason he was being overprotective, Bruce didn’t agree with her and supported Jason’s idea.
But Y/N guessed it was a good thing now that she was actually in crisis.
Leave it to the criminals of Gotham to find any opportunity to take advantage of the vulnerable. All this money was going to charities, but they only saw it as an easy steal.
Gunshots rang out and Y/N jumped.
Some of the kids whimpered in fear.
“Get down!” Y/N told them.
But when she whipped around, she saw that the men had shot their guns into the air to get everyone’s attention.
“I think it’s time for all you to empty your pockets!” The leader screamed with a sneer.
“Come on,” Y/N hurried the children to the nearest alleyway.
“Hey! Hey! Where do you think you’re going!?” One of the men noticed Y/N fleeing with the children in tow.
Y/N grabbed the oldest boy by the shoulders, ignoring the threatening man, “You to find the nearest open door in the alley and get everyone inside to hide. If I’m not there in an hour, call Jason,” and she thrust her cellphone into his hand. “Make sure everyone gets safely inside, do you understand?”
She was remaining calm, but the boy knew to take her seriously and could see the worry and fear in her eyes.
“Don’t worry,” the boy told her, “Batman will be here any second.”
Y/N forced a small smile.
She sure hoped he would be…
“Go go go,” she lightly pushed him. “Look after them.”
It felt wrong as the kids disappeared down the dark alley. But there were various doors to different stores and buildings.
One of them would be open and they could hide out there until police arrived.
Just as the kids disappeared into the back entrance of a Chinese restaurant, someone roughly grabbed Y/N and shoved her against the brick wall of the buildings.
“I was talking to you,” the same man growled at her with a sneer.
“Get off me,” Y/N shoved him, getting back her space.
Suddenly recognition crossed over the man’s eyes. “I know who you are…” he cooed as if he’d got the biggest prize. “You’re Wayne’s bastard child.”
Y/N stayed quiet, preoccupied with thinking of an escape plan.
The man laughed, “I won the fuckin’ jackpot tonight. Didn’t I?”
He roughly grabbed Y/N’s arm and started pulling her back to where the rest of his crew was, who were busy stealing people’s personal items and invoking fear on the citizens of Gotham.
“Oy!” He screamed. “Look what I found!”
The rest of them moved their attention to him and looked at Y/N curiously.
“She’s a Wayne! Think of the ransom,” the man explained, his grip tightening on her.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Y/N roared and kicked the man in the balls.
The man released his grip on her immediately and fell to his knees in pain. “You stupid, fucking bitch!”
Y/N didn’t wait to hear more and made a run for it.
But she stopped when a bullet flew just inches from her.
Y/N knew she could outrun the men, but she couldn’t outrun their bullets. And she wasn’t about to get shot in the back.
“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” Another member of the crew asked, gun pointed right at her.
Y/N slowly turned with her hands raised, making sure not to make any sudden movements.
He laughed as he asked, “How much ya think daddy will pay for ya?”
She just clenched her jaw. If only they knew who Bruce Wayne really was.
More importantly... if only they knew Red Hood was her boyfriend.
But before he could get any closer, all the streetlights around them blew out.
“What the fuck…?” the man muttered.
Y/N's eyes adjusted to the darkness. The building lights around them made it just possible enough to kind of see.
That was the only reason Y/N was able to catch a figure standing behind the man, just over his shoulder.
Batman. Her father.
But then someone else spoke behind Y/N, making her jump.
“You really fucked yourselves this time,” they threatened.
No, not someone. Jason.
Y/N whipped around to see her boyfriend in his Red Hood uniform, red helmet reflecting the city glow and moon.
“Get out of here,” Jason told Y/N just as Bruce made his move, and attacked.
Guns started going off and people started yelling.
And before Y/N knew it, she was right in the middle of the chaos, with no clear exit.
But even worse, she was of no help.
Instead, Y/N was a complete liability to the rest of them.
Jason fired his own bullets, but Y/N knew they were only rubber. That didn’t mean they didn’t hurt like lethal ones.
Y/N watched as her boyfriend and father fought around each other. The two of them had such different combat styles, but were equally dangerous.
After all of this time, Y/N had never actually seen either of them fight. Jason seemed averse to showing that part of his life. And Bruce surprisingly did the same, despite the rest of them going into the 'family business' of vigilantism.
Y/N was shocked at how quickly her boyfriend moved with his size and weight of his gear. All of his muscle proved to be functional and not just for show.
Bruce was another story, and Y/N had trouble following his movements. He completely blended into the night, almost appearing invisible.
All Y/N wanted to do was help.
She hated feeling like a damsel in distress, a weakling that her boyfriend and family felt the need to constantly protect.
But she wasn’t naive enough to actually try right now. She’d only make things worse.
The best thing to do was listen to Jason and run for safety.
But just when she saw an opening, one of the men blocked her path.
Gun raised.
Clearly the idea of using her for ransom had failed, and now he thought the next best thing was just to execute her for ruining all their plans.
But just as he was about to pull the trigger, someone dove to Y/N, pushing her against the nearest wall, and then used their body to shield her.
Y/N looked up and recognized her father’s blue eyes, even through his cowl and dark makeup.
“No!” She gasped, thinking he spared her life with his own.
“Cape’s bulletproof,” he groaned, still feeling the pressure of the bullets.
There was a pause in the reign of bullets and Y/N looked over Bruce’s shoulder to see that Jason had taken out the shooter.
But just as he did so, someone else was behind him, ready to attack.
Y/N’s mouth opened to scream a warning, “Jas-!”
But Bruce put his gloved hand over her mouth before she could shout her boyfriend’s name to all of Gotham.
“Code names,” he warned her.
Y/N nodded, and her eyes quickly raced back to her boyfriend.
Fortunately, Jason didn’t need to be warned of another attack, and had already sensed it and defended himself.
“He knows what he’s doing,” Bruce tried to softly tell his daughter, but it was still in his gruff Batman voice.
A few minutes later, all the men had been neutralized.
And Bruce finally stepped away from his daughter, now that all of the threats were eliminated.
“Are you OK?” Y/N whispered, looking her father up and down.
She expected to see bleeding somewhere on his body, but it seemed Bruce was untouched.
He gave a curt nod, not worried about his own wellbeing.
Now that they were safe, Jason’s focus was completely on Y/N. He walked to them, strides twice as long as the normal man.
But instead of pulling Y/N into his arms like she expected, he stopped a yard away from her and kept shifting his weight in frustration.
Even without being able to see his eyes or facial expressions, Y/N knew Jason was struggling with having to stop himself from holding her or physically checking to see if she was alright.
But they had an audience. And people shouldn’t be seeing Red Hood showing concern and affection for Y/F/N Wayne.
“Are you okay…miss?” Jason's distorted voice asked through the helmet.
Y/N nodded.
Then Bruce put his finger to his ear. “It's all clear, Robin.”
Y/N frowned.
Damian.
Bruce probably told Damian, Tim, and Dick to keep patrolling while he and Jason handled this particular situation.
And Y/N could only imagine Damian throwing a fit, wanting to help.
Bruce didn’t explain what Damian was saying to Y/N, knowing it would seem weird if anyone watching them caught it. Batman was not known for communicating, especially to civilians he just saved.
So, instead, he gave Y/N a look that silently communicated, ‘He’s worried about you.’
“Batman, the police are here,” Jason announced and nodded his head in the direction of the sirens and flashing lights.
That was him saying it was time to go.
“Wait!” Y/N blurted out. “There’s kids. Hiding in the Chinese restaurant back there. They need to be taken back…” she hesitated. “They don’t have homes.”
But she knew Jason would understand who she was talking about.
The street kids that looked at Jason as their own hero had no idea that he was also Red Hood.
He would make sure they got back to their shanty town before the police found them and tried to place them in foster care – or worse, back to their abusive homes.
An hour later, Y/N had answered Gotham PD’s questions for what felt like the tenth time. She was mentally and physically exhausted. The adrenaline rush of the night’s events had sucked all her energy away. And she had a headache. She could only assume her body would be sore tomorrow morning, especially where the men kept grabbing her.
Suddenly, a Rolls-Royce pulled up.
Alfred came out, walking with purpose and a jacket in his arms.
“Officers, I will be taking Ms. Y/L/N home now.”
“We’re not done questioning her,” one of the dumber cops tried to argue.
Alfred gave him a look that made the cop shrink back, and asked them, “What more could possibly be said? She was attacked and nearly kidnapped.”
Alfred put the jacket over Y/N’s shoulders.
It smelled like Bruce, she noticed. Alfred must’ve grabbed it before rushing here.
“Is this not your typical night in Gotham?” Alfred continued. "If you have more questions, they can wait until morning.”
He left no room for further discussion, and Y/N was so grateful for it.
“Come on, dear.” Alfred ushered her gently to the car.
“The rich asshole can’t even come pick up his daughter. Makes the butler do it…” Y/N heard one of the cops mutter right before getting in the back of the car.
Of course they thought that.
Little did they know, Bruce was running on top of rooftops as Batman, keeping Gotham safe in a way they never could.
And who knew what would’ve happened had he not shown up when he did. More people could’ve been robbed and everyone would’ve gotten hurt.
“Master Wayne asked that I take you back to the Wayne Manor,” Alfred told her, looking at her through the rearview mirror.
Y/N nodded and sighed, “Thanks, Alfred.”
When they arrived at Wayne Manor, Y/N dismissed Alfred’s offer to make her something to eat and or even some tea.
Instead, she rushed down to the bat cave.
Alfred had told her they weren’t back from patrol yet, but they were coming back early due to the events of the night. 'Events' being Y/N almost getting kidnapped and held for ransom – and then almost shot point blank.
20 minutes later, Y/N heard the rumbling of a motorcycle coming down the long tunnel. It was quickly followed by the bat mobile, a sound that took some time for Y/N to recognize.
She jumped up to her feet and ran down the stairs to the platform that they arrived on.
Jason was of course the one screaming down the tunnel on a motorcycle, and skidded it to a halt at the last possible second.
Like some sort of rebel without a cause.
But he did have a cause. And she was rushing towards him, too.
Jason ripped off his Red Hood helmet, throwing it off to the side as it meant nothing.
And he quickened his steps to get to Y/N faster.
Y/N finally let out a sigh of relief, “Are you o–”
But her words were cut off by Jason lifting her into his arms.
Y/N was expecting some sort of relieved embrace, yes. But not for Jason to pull her so tight and lift her off her feet, completely in his control.
After her smell and touch calmed him down, Jason finally placed her back on her feet.
But he didn’t let her go far.
Jason's eyes pierced through hers and his hands cupped either side of her face, moving her hair out of the way.
Y/N gripped his biceps, but knew better than to pull away from his touch or try to break his hold on her face.
“You OK?” Jason asked.
It could’ve been misinterpreted as casual and unconcerned. But Y/N saw it for what it truly was: he had been terrified of her getting hurt.
It was all his eyes, in his desperate grip on her face, in the way his breathing escaped his mouth as if he had been holding it in until he physically saw her.
“I’m OK,” she quickly told him, not wanting him to worry any more than he already had.
But Jason still seemed tense.
Y/N eyes widened suddenly. “The kids–”
“Safe,” Jason assured before she could even ask. Then he winced. “Well… as safe as they could be while living on the streets of Gotham.”
Y/N nodded in understanding.
Jason made eye contact with someone behind her and reluctantly stepped away from his girlfriend.
Y/N whipped around to find Bruce, still mostly in his Batman uniform – his cowl was gone and his cape had been detached.
Bruce looked at her with an expression she had never seen before.
Y/N suddenly felt guilty, as if were her fault she’d been attacked.
To her surprise, Bruce pulled her into his arms, as well.
But it was different than Jason’s.
No, this was a father worried for the safety of his daughter.
Y/N whined, “Oh, not you, too.”
But Bruce ignored her.
Then Y/N felt something tackle her leg and hip.
Y/N laughed when she looked down to see Damian joining their hug.
“I’m OK. Really.”
“Father wouldn’t let me come to help,” Damian groaned, still holding her.
They pulled away.
“Guess he wanted to be the one to risk his life,” Y/N teased, but then gave Bruce a dangerous look that silently said, ‘I didn’t forgot that you jumped in front of bullets for me.’
Jason allowed Bruce and Damian to have their moment with Y/N and then he was at her side once again, grabbing one of her hands, intertwining their fingers.
“Go home or stay here?” Jason asked Y/N quietly after Alfred arrived in the cave and started talking to Bruce and Damian.
“Can we stay here?” She asked quietly.
Y/N hadn’t quite recovered from the image of her father jumping between her and a gun.
And seeing Bruce unharmed felt too good to be true.
Jason nodded.
“Are Tim and Dick alright?” Y/N asked.
The two hadn’t come to her rescue, and a part of her thought something bad had happened to them earlier in the night.
“They’re fine,” Jason assured her. “They’re patrolling later so the three of us could get here as soon as possible.”
Y/N took in a deep breath.
“Tired?” Jason asked.
She nodded.
“That’ll be the adrenaline wearing off.”
Jason nodded his head towards the stairs. “Get something to eat. Alfred always has food ready after patrol. I’m going to get rid of my gear and shower down here.”
Y/N did as he said, but was surprised to find that Damian had silently moved next to her and grabbed her hand.
Bruce was walking ahead of them and glanced at his two children. Him and Y/N shared a look. ‘He was worried about you,’ was what Bruce silently told Y/N.
She looked back down at Damian and gave his hand a quick squeeze.
Both Alfred and Bruce convinced Y/N to have some beef stew and bread.
When Jason joined them, he also got her to chug some water, mentioning something about getting dehydrated after an adrenaline rush.
Y/N realized Jason was right about the crash, and her eyes immediately started to feel heavy after eating and drinking.
“Come on. Bedtime,” Jason urged her.
He walked closely behind her, worried that she might collapse at any moment from exhaustion.
After getting ready for bed, Jason slid under the covers and laid on his side to face Y/N.
“What are you thinking about?” Jason asked her quietly.
He could tell her mind was racing, despite her body being exhausted.
“I’ve never seen any of you…” Y/N struggled to find the right wording. “I’ve never actually seen you fight before.”
Images flashed in her mind of Jason taking down goon after goon and firing various weapons – as if it had all been rehearsed. And Bruce moving like a deadly shadow, impossible to keep up with and seeming inhuman.
“Did I…” Jason was scared to finish his question. He cleared his throat. “Did I scare you?”
Y/N wasn’t looking at him, instead her eyes were cloudy as she zoned out and was taken hostage by her thoughts and memories of earlier that night.
“No,” she mumbled. “I knew you all risked your lives every night. But I just…it was was something else to see it for myself.”
“Y/N?” Jason whispered as he held her chin.
The gentleness of his voice finally snapped her out of it and she looked at him.
“You know I’d never hurt you, right?”
She nodded right away.
“People were shooting bullets at you, Jason.”
Jason smirked. “Bullets I can handle. But you being in danger? That. That's what I can't handle.”
“I knew you would come,” she told him in return.
“Gotham could be up in flames and I’d still find a way to you.”
It should’ve sounded cheesy, but Y/N could see the darkness in Jason’s eyes. He would give up everything, even his own life, all to save her.
Before Y/N could find a way to respond to such a declaration, Jason leaned toward her and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
“Try to get some sleep. Alright?”
Y/N nodded and let Jason pull her into his chest.
––––––––
Jason was disappointed to find the bed empty in the morning.
He rubbed his eyes roughly to try and wake up faster.
When he looked around his childhood bedroom, he half expected her to be lounging somewhere, maybe tinkering with a camera or coming out of the bathroom.
But Y/N was nowhere in his vicinity.
Jason threw on a pair of black sweatpants and didn’t bother with a shirt.
His first stop was the kitchen, hoping to find Y/N eating something or at least taking it easy in some regards.
But the kitchen was empty, except for some fresh scones that Alfred must’ve made that morning.
Jason tried the library next, then the pool, then the theater.
But Y/N was nowhere to be found.
As he was walking down the hall, he saw Damian’s bedroom door left ajar. He spotted Damian sitting at the window seat with his sketchbook balanced against his thighs.
“Hey,” Jason greeted without knocking. “You seen Y/N anywhere?”
“She left,” Damian shrugged without looking at him.
Jason froze. “Left?”
“She went on a run.”
That wasn’t unusual, but it was unusual for Y/N to do so without telling Jason.
“I think her and father got into a fight,” Damian added, finally looking up form his drawing.
The look in his eyes proved that he knew he was giving Jason vital information.
“Great,” Jason spat sarcastically. “Thanks, demon spawn.”
He went back downstairs and hoped Y/N would be back soon. Thankfully the manor was pretty isolated from the rest of the city, so it was safe for a woman to go running alone – for the most part, that is.
30 minutes later, Jason was alerted that the manor’s gates were being opened.
He glanced out the window to see Y/N with earbuds in and workout clothes on, walking up the long and windy drive of Wayne Manor.
Even from a distance, he could tell she was breathing heavily.
Jason didn’t bother putting shoes on as he grabbed his mug of coffee and went outside to meet her.
Y/N was clearly deep inside her head and in a post-run daze, because it took her awhile to notice she was being watched.
Jason took a sip of his coffee.
She pulled out her earbuds. “Hey.”
“Hi,” Jason answered with a shy smile. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going for a run?”
“Wanted you to sleep.”
It was a stupid excuse, since Jason constantly told her not to worry about that and insisted that he would like to be woken up to make sure he could time when she would be back.
“Damian said you and Bruce had a fight,” Jason said once she reached him.
Y/N's steps faltered and she rolled her eyes.
“So the brat wasn’t lying?” Jason pushed.
Y/N didn’t answer.
Jason sighed, “Am I allowed to ask what the fight was about?”
“He won’t train me.”
Now that was not what Jason had been expecting.
Jason narrowed his eyes and stepped closer. “Sorry. What?”
Y/N scoffed. “I asked him to train me.” Then she brushed past Jason and started walking for the house once again.
But Jason quickly caught up to her. “Why didn’t you ask me?”
She had tried to avoid this. “Don’t make this about you, Jason.”
But Jason was insistent. “I’m serious. Why did you ask him and not me?”
Y/N stopped to face him again. “Because you’re more protective over me than he is. And I figured if he told me no, you would, too.”
Jason was left speechless – not by Y/N’s words, but her tone. She didn’t sound mad, just sad and disappointed. Somehow, it made Jason feel like he’d let her down in some way.
It had stunned him long enough for Y/N to continue her escape into the manor. But now before calling over her shoulder, “I’m going to take a shower and then I want to go home.”
Home. As in their home, not the manor.
Jason wondered if Bruce would eventually leave it to Y/N. Or if it would be Damian. It was sure giant enough for both of them to live in together. But Jason couldn’t really picture it right.
An hour later, Jason was driving the two of them back to the city and their apartment.
Bruce was nowhere to be found when they departed.
Y/N was freshly showered with slightly wet hair.
She silently looked out the window as Jason drove.
Jason was looking at the road, but his focus was his girlfriend. And he was hyper aware of her breathing, her tension, her posture, her frown, her slight squint.
He reached over and lightly gripped her thigh.
“I can teach you,” he said softly.
Y/N finally tore her eyes away from the window to look at him. And she was clearly confused by what he was talking about.
“W-What?” She managed to blurt out.
Jason smirked. “You want to learn self-defense, right?”
She nodded eagerly.
Jason grabbed her left hand and brought it to his lips to kiss. “Why did you think I wouldn’t?”
Y/N frowned and shrugged. “I don’t know,” she mumbled. “You should’ve seen Bruce when I asked. I’ve never seen him look so angry. It just – caught me off guard. It was so…strange.”
“It’s a good idea,” Jason tried to encourage. “But this doesn’t change anything.”
Y/N squinted in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I’m still always going to be there, whether you can handle yourself or not.”
She smiled and gripped Jason's cheeks, squeezing them as he looked ahead to drive. “There’s my overprotective boyfriend. Wasn’t sure he was still with us.”
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Y/N was in her office editing some photos when there was a knock in the doorway.
She turned around to smile at her boyfriend, but found that Jason was frowning and closing the door behind him.
“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked carefully.
Jason crossed his arms. “Bruce’s here.”
Her face dropped.
Jason stepped closer. “Want me to get rid of him? Kick his ass?”
Y/N gave a heavy sigh, but he could tell she was amused still. “Don’t even think about it…”
Slowly she got up from her desk and gave her boyfriend a quick kiss on the lips and patted his chest, showing that his protectiveness and offer hadn't gone unnoticed.
Jason followed Y/N to the living room a few steps behind, ready to step in and give Bruce a piece of his mind.
As soon as Y/N entered, Bruce turned from the window
“I’ll give you two some…privacy,” Jason mumbled, making his way to the door.
But not before he gave Bruce a warning look that said, ‘If I come back to this apartment with her crying, you’re fucking dead.’
Bruce heard it loud and clear.
Y/N seemed utterly impressed with her father’s presence.
“I’m guessing you came here to say something…” She was too exhausted to try and run this conversation, especially with Bruce of all people.
Bruce cleared his throat. “I came to apologize.”
She remained silent.
He continued, “I shouldn’t have responded the way I did.”
“Care to explain why you did then?”
Bruce knew he deserved how harsh she sounded. Because he had been harsh the other day, and Y/N hadn’t deserved that.
“I do not want…” Bruce cleared his throat. “No. I cannot have you training.”
“Really? ‘Cause it feels a little fuckin’ sexist to me,” Y/N countered. “All your sons – adoptive, biological, fostered – all of them got into the family business.”
“Exactly,” Bruce countered a little too insistently.
“Jesus Christ, Bruce! I wasn’t asking to be the next Robin! All I wanted…” but Y/N stopped herself before she could let it slip.
Bruce gave her a look, begging her to finish the thought.
Y/N took in a deep breath. “I wasn’t asking Batman to take me under his wing,” her words slow and careful. “I was asking my father to help me stop feeling powerless.”
That did it.
Now Bruce really felt like shit.
He lowered his head in shame. “I’m sorry for the way I reacted, Y/N.”
She just waited, feeling like he had more to say.
“It started the same way with Dick and Jason – and even Tim. Curiosity turned to self-defense. And then self-defense turned into combat training. Next thing I knew, they were begging to go on patrol with me.”
“Bruce, I’m an adult. My life is my own, and always was. I'm not on a path of vengeance. And I’ve never felt this pull to protect Gotham like all of you. Batman didn’t raise me; my mom did.”
Bruce knew everything Y/N said made sense. But that logic wasn’t loud enough to quiet his greatest fears when it came to his daughter.
“Y/N, you just became a part of my life,” his voice changed. “I can’t let anything happen to you.”
The sound of Bruce’s voice and the look on his face broke Y/N’s heart.
Without thinking, she wrapped him in a hug.
How could she stay mad at him?
“Nothing’s going to happen to me,” Y/N mumbled into her father’s shoulder as she held him tight.
But Bruce had seen how this city had ripped his family apart over and over again. And he wasn’t naive enough to believe it wouldn’t try to take his only daughter away from him, too.
“I just…I don’t want you all to think you’re the only thing that can save me,” Y/N told him as she pulled away from their hug. “I want to be able to save myself – as silly as that may sound to you.”
“You’re right,” Bruce answered – to Y/N’s surprise.
She gave him a shy nod. “So…are we OK?”
He gave her a smirk. “You tell me.”
Y/N laughed. “I think we are.”
Bruce looked relieved. “You know, Damian’s convinced you need to have a guard dog.”
Y/N groaned. “Oh, god. Here we fuckin’ go…”
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This scene in Avengers MCU really a gets me. When I was playing the game, I remembered this scene in the movie and it made Bruce & Kamala’s relationship so much more important. A guy who’s wanted a family, still struggling to come to terms with the fact he can’t have his own, and then meeting this bright, bubbly girl separated from her own family because someone told her she was sick and violent.
Cap asked Bruce if it was Kamala making him happier and Natasha pointing out that he’s “taken a shine” to her, like come on, that’s his breath of what could’ve been. She has caused such a large change to his overall demeanor that even his teammates see a change in him.
For me I LOVE Irondad/Spiderson! Love it love it love it! But... Tony also went on to have a family of his own as well. So for me, Bruce becoming a mentor had such a deeper impact because he can’t have kids and he found a way to do good by someone, not as the Hulk, but as himself. I think Kamala touches that parental side of Bruce that he thought he had to abandon, without completely overwhelming him. She needed the support just as much as he did and the two characters just came together perfectly in the story.
Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect Luna Lovegood
Terrible thought but. One of Bruce's kids dating a super and him knowing he can't breack them up makes meta durable condoms. Hands them out to ALL Kryptonians But Clark has to stop Bruce before he gives them to Jon "for future use" and so he just gives those to Clark too. Maybe there ends up being a brand. People already tried to market such things but they're not as(at all) good(except Lex's). And Bruce's kids along with Clark dieing of embarrassment.(probably good for multiple use once washed)
Anon, I am here thinking that it’s a perfect cracky idea but ALSO Bruce would look at the young YOUNG Kryptonians and think how much restraint it takes from Clark to behave in human world so that he won’t break anything/anyone and he gets the rash thinking of how uncouth and rough Kon is and how unrestrained and Jesus, he will break Tim in bedTT And Jay is hanging out with this clone. And so on...
Bruce infuses the condoms with Kryptonite to power the Supers down during intercourse, so his sons and daughters don;t get their hips broken xD
Jason as an Alternate Collector of Children Part One
So I’m dabbling with writing an AU where Jason also raises a family of ass-kickers but does it very differently to Bruce. Here are some snapshots. (I cannot stress enough that this is an AU)
Jason takes Damian away from Talia when the kid is about 5 years old. He doesn’t like the way Talia and Ra’s are raising him, and he knows he can do better, so he takes the kid to his best teacher, Lady Shiva. Shiva likes Jason because he was an excellent student and lets him and Damian stay there while she continues to train Jason. However, Jason soon realizes that she’s pregnant with David Cain’s baby.
He’s there when Shiva gives birth to Cassandra and he helps Shiva take care of her for the first few weeks of her life before David Cain arrives at the cabin. Jason overhears David monologuing about how he’ll turn her into the perfect assassin and blah blah blah. He does not like that, not at all, so he intervenes. This Jason has done a lot more training and is perhaps less affected by the Pit than canon Jason, I imagine, so he’s like one of the best fighters out there at that moment. He takes on Cain and miraculously, he wins. Shiva, who wasn’t really interested in having a baby, entrusts Cassandra’s care to Jason.
Jason, now with 6-year-old Damian and infant Cassandra returns to Gotham. It is, after all, where he grew up and he sort of wants to prove that he can raise ninja children in Gotham without turning them into child soldiers. He also starts a company, using Talia’s money, to help the Gotham PD. They research body armour, non-lethal weapons, communications equipment and secure internet solutions. He briefly makes an appearance in the news as the city’s latest big CEO, which has him paranoid for days, but when no bats come knocking, he starts to feel a bit more confident.
One day, Jason’s smoking a cigarette on the fire escape of his apartment while Damian and Cass are napping when he hears an argument going on in the apartment below his. He sneaks down and tries to see if everyone is okay, and as it turns out, everyone is not okay. There’s this little girl, a toddler, blonde hair, bright blue eyes, that’s wailing and bleeding from a small cut on her forehead.
Jason quickly calls the police, who take forever to get there. When they do arrive, Jason goes down to talk to them and see what’s going to happen with the kid. They tell him that she’ll probably be going into the foster system and then they leave. Jason stays up all night thinking about how shitty the system is and worrying about the kid, that the next day he goes to Gotham’s social services office and requests to take her in himself. Her name is Maia.
His request is approved, and all of a sudden Jason has three children. Damian starts school, Jason enrolls him at Gotham Academy, which turns out to be his first mistake. Because Tim Drake is in his final year of high school there, and the moment he sees Damian for the first time, he knows that he’s Bruce’s son. So Tim starts looking into his family and is shocked when he pulls up a picture of Damian’s so-called father. He goes to Bruce with this information right away and Bruce begins to do his own investigation.
This man, who looks shockingly like his dead son, runs a successful business, so Bruce sets up a meeting with him. Jason worries all week about this, but he goes through with it. After all, his company is actually helping the police significantly, and Bruce’s funding could help even more. When Bruce sees the man, it’s clear he’s wearing a fake nose piece and has taken lengths to disguise what he really looks like. But what strikes Bruce as odder is that Jason walks into his own office, half an hour late and with three children.
“Sorry, Mr. Wayne, had some problems at daycare,” Jason said in a terrible mimicry of Tom Cruise’s voice.
“No troubles, I understand that. I have three children of my own,” Bruce said while making direct eye contact with Jason.
Jason knew the jig was up and removed his nose, which Maia found hilarious. Damian is appalled that Jason gave up so easily and Cass remains asleep in a baby carrier strapped to Jason’s chest.
“Jay...” Bruce starts.
“Baba, do you want me to eviscerate him for you?” Damian asks.
Jason blinks, “No, Dami, what have I said about using violence? It’s the last resort.”
“Tt. Fine.”
“Jason... who are all these kids?” Bruce asked.
Damian once again took it upon himself to speak on Jason’s behalf. “I am Damian, this is my baba-” he pointed to Jason “-this is my little sister, Maia-” he pointed to the three-year-old girl holding Jason’s hand “-and this is my baby sister Cassandra.”
Jason felt a proud smile tug at his mouth. Damian loved his little sisters very much.
Jason could tell Bruce was confused, upset, angry, sad, happy, all of the above, so he decided to help the man out a bit.
“We can talk later, over dinner,” Jason suggested.
Bruce nodded, “Yes I’d... I’d like that.” Before everyone parted ways, Bruce put a hand on Jason’s shoulder and looked him in the eyes so Jason knew he meant it. “I don’t know how you’re standing in front of me right now, but I’ve missed you so much.”
