#gillian'sbirthdaybash

Your birthday was never anything important to you. Maybe when you were younger, but not as you grew up. Your parents were never the best, being explosive during unnecessary moments- your birthday included. Not to mention the presents some people gave you happened to be things that you would probably never use. It’s nice of them to get anything for you at all, but still. Hopefully, this year would be different- for it had been years since you had even looked forward to that so-called special day.

This evening, you had a dinner to go to. Bruce- your long-term boyfriend- invited you over to the Wayne Manor. It was supposed to be a pretty low-key thing, which you were thankful for. Not that you didn’t like getting dolled up from time to time, but the fancy scene was never your place to be. You were happy Bruce understood that. To say the least, you were excited to go. Not only because you got to see your boyfriend, but you adored his family. All four kids (even though two of them were 18+) called you Batmom, and you loved it.This nickname started a year ago when you were finally told the family’s secret. But with that aside, you even loved to see Alfred. They were all so lovely. 

Once you arrived, you rang the doorbell. Alfred answered the door as usual. The strange thing was that no one else could be seen or heard.

“Hi, Alfred,” you greeted, “where is everyone?”

The butler stepped aside, opening the door wider for you to walk in. After you entered, he closed the door. “Good evening, [Y/N]. Right this way.” 

He led the way to the Batcave, which you silently wondered why. This was only supposed to be a simple dinner, what would the Batcave have anything to do with it? 

When you arrived, all your questions were answered. You laid eyes upon the entire family waiting for you, along with a table of presents, and a gorgeous two-tier birthday cake. 

“Happy birthday!” Everyone shouted it at once. You were so surprised that they all went through the trouble of setting you up a party. Before you knew it, six pairs of arms were surrounding you in a tight embrace. It knocked the wind out of you, but you just smiled and giggled.

“You guys shouldn’t have,” you said with a sappy tone of voice. Soon enough, they pulled away. “We wanted to,” Bruce assured you. He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers together. “Let us open presents while the cake is being cut.” You nodded, thinking it was a good idea. 

You walked over to the present table hand and hand as you examined it. There were six presents- one from everyone you assumed.

“Open mine first,” Damian insisted and practically shoved a skinny rectangular present into your hands.

You knew it would be a necklace of some sort because of the unmistakable shape. You opened the colorful lid to reveal just that- a locket. It was no doubt gorgeous, but you had to see if he put anything inside it or left you to do so. There were two pictures in it. On the left, there was a picture of all four kids smiling for the camera. On the right was one of just your handsome Bruce. Now you would have them wherever you went. 

You hugged the smallest child tightly. “Thank you, Damian. This was very thoughtful of you.” He hugged back the slightest bit. Prideful, just like his father.

Now you had to choose one to open next. You went for the biggest one naturally, but you were stopped. 

“That one has to be last,” Dick exclaimed as he continued to help Alfred with the cake. You thought the request was a bit odd, but you honored it.

You picked up the bag next to it ‘From: Tim To: [Y/N]’. You pulled out all the tissue paper to get to the prize inside. A bunch of cloth bundles revealed themselves to you. As you began to pull them out, Tim began to explain.

“I remember you telling us you’ve been feeling more confident with yourself lately so… Two outfits worth of clothes.”

He actually listens. There was a reason you loved this family. “Thank you,” you unfolded them to analyze them. “Oh my god… These are cute…” He gave a shy smile, glad that you liked them. 

“Go for mine,” Jason said and motioned to an oddly shaped wrapped object. He had a cocky grin on his face, which you assumed meant he was confident he nailed it. 

You do as instructed, unwrapping the small thing. Just what you needed! Your eyes lit up. You loved baking so much, and this would come in handy. It was a little rubber rooster that had a slit on the bottom and one on the top. “Oh, I’ve seen these before! Now I’ll never have to place my spoon down and lose it every time. Now I can just clip it to the pot I’m using!” 

“Glad you like it. I knew you would,” Jason replied, hands being shoved into his pockets. 

You picked the next one at random. It was from Alfred. How sweet of him to get you something. He didn’t have to, considering how much easier he makes your life with just his presence. “Alfred, you’re already a gift though.” 

Alfred chuckled in response, “Thank you, dear.” He was sparing glances every now and again to see your reaction while keeping on his task. It was a cute box that could just fit on one hand. It was so adorable with a bow on top, you didn’t want to ruin it, but you had to. You untied the bow, lifting the lid. You saw a bundle of hair ties and bobby pins. You laughed a bit, but you were genuinely happy to receive it. “I do lose these constantly. This will mean more than you’ll ever know,” you commented. 

“That leaves mine before the finale,” Bruce commented.

You smiled, and you picked up the wrapped box. The wrapping was quick work, and you tore off the packing tape to get to the inside. Once you lifted the flaps, the most gorgeous journal you had ever seen showed itself. The intricate designs against the medium shade of grey were to die for. It looked like it cost a fortune, why must this man always spoil you?

“For all your writing needs,” he added casually. You smiled brightly and hugged him.

“Thank you so much,” you replied and kissed his cheek. However, you quick to pull away, as Dick interrupted. He practically ran over, not being able to contain himself.

He practically yelled it when he grabbed your shoulders, “open mine now!!” You laughed at his behavior.

“Okay, okay,” you said playfully. Time to see what all the fuss was about.

The box when to your waist, and you couldn’t possibly imagine what was inside. The wrapper was easy as before, so was the tape. But wait. There was another box. 

“What is this shit,” you whisper to yourself. Like you were expected to, you went to open the second one. The packing tape was replaced with duct tape, which made it slightly harder, but it was still manageable. 

Then there was a next box. “But why?” You were started to get a bit irritated, seeing the whole top of the box was covered in duct tape.

“Anyone have scissors-”

“NO! You have to use your hands, no outside help. It’s the rules,” Dick cut you off. You looked about at everyone’s face, and they didn’t seem surprised. How often does this happen around here?

You sighed and got to picking at it. This took way longer than it should’ve, and you were happy when it was over. Until you saw what was inside. 

You pulled out a small completely silver wrapped box. “Oh, come on…” Dick was way too happy with himself. 

You struggled for 10 fucking minutes. Eventually, you did get it, and even the victory was bittersweet. There laid, after all those layers, a little penguin phone. It was to die for! You looked at him and he hugged you.

“I hate you right now. But his case is so cute. Thank you,” you responded. Always such the prankster.

He chuckled, “I expected nothing less, Batmom. C’mon, let’s go eat that cake.” The nickname helped numb the mental buzzing of distress.

Everyone gathered around to do just that. Slices were handed out to everyone, and you all contently dug in. Bruce had taken a seat next to you, putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Are you having fun,” he asked. As he spoke, he pulled you closer to him.

You’re sitting on one of the counters in what you’d affectionately called the mess hall, listening to Dick and Wally pitter back and forth as the red head makes a sandwich. Your legs swing back and forth in an absent-minded fashion, propelled perpetually by their own motion.

It’s calm and it’s the oddest thing.

“Hey Wals?” The creeping tone of Dick’s voice call, a strange lilt to it. In response Wally hums in what you assume to be a noncommittal way, slathering a multitude of varying jams across a never ending sub.

“Do you want some nut sauce on that?”

Time seemingly slows to a halt the way a train breaking down in the middle of nowhere would. You can see the self satisfied smirk Dick wears, the corners of his lips twitching wider as his partner in crime sputters, knocking sticky butter knives on to the ground, staining the flooring with flavourful jams.

Honestly, you’re surprised you don’t face palm right then and there. Your eyes however, roll like dice in a casino.

“He’s talking about peanut butter, don’t worry.” You clarify, growing bored with the exaggerated movements of the speedster. You always knew the pair were dramatic, you just never wanted to believe it was this much.

Alas, Wally launches into a tirade on bromances and how that was one step too far, and winds himself so deeply that he doesn’t notice the wild ways Dick flails his wrist to his head with all the grace of a damsel, in mockery.

You however, watch with humor filled eyes, your teeth digging into you lip as you force yourself to hold back a shit eating grin. Unfortunately for you, Dick notices, twisting, in only the way an acrobat could, to collapse dramatically upon your waiting lap and release a long suffering sigh that effectively cuts Wally off.

“Bro, I love you, I really do, but you’ve got to lighten up; bro.”

Oh dear.

And thus a spat ensues, one in which Dick only shifts in attempt to move into your lap, effectively squashing you.

Guidlines: Submit your writing by 12:00am on February 19th.

- I don’t mind the genre, or even the character but I would prefer if it was someone from the DC fandom (if you really want to write for someone else, ask me! <3). I would also prefer fluff but it’s not a requirement, it’s up to you.

- You can submit smut. You can submit things with triggering topics, but make sure to put warnings on them.

- Tag your post with #Gillian’sBirthdayBash and tag me in it.

-They don’t have to be ____ x reader posts either, but that’s up to you.

Prompts:

- Soulmate AU 

-Fake Dating AU

- Person A has a dream about Person B, who hears Person A talking in their sleep. 

- Royalty AU (you can just tell I love AUs can’t you?)

- “It’s only on fire a little bit, you can still use it.”

- Vampire AU

- “Yeah if you could just drop me off at the next exit, that’d be great.”“Sir, you’re in an ambulance.” 

- “You’re really quiet today,” “Well no one plans murder out loud.”

- Person A lives in the apartment complex across Person B. Person A always watches Person B dance in their living room while taking a smoke.

- Person A works with Person C, who is related to Person B. Person C tries to matchmake Person A and B.

- “Can we just lay her a minute longer?”

- “I’m sorry but it’s very hard to stay focused when you’re dressed like that.”

- “We can’t do that here!”

- “Why are you holding that? Where did you even get it?”

- “Who ate all the ____?” (Insert your choice)

- “Why the hell did you do that?”

- “I said no more hide and seek during the early frickin’ hours of the morning!”

“I thought we agreed no more chandelier swinging?”

- “Did you seriously buy all these?” 

- “You have to return that, like now.”

- “but it’s my favorite”

- “Do you think I’m pregnant?”

- “What if I am?”

- “Would you please put that away while were talking? Geez!”

- “Scooby Doo is a god, what’re you even talking about?”

- “Do you want some nut sauce on that?” “He’s talking about Peanut Butter, don’t worry.”

- Person A is afraid of heights, but Person B wants to ride the Ferris Wheel at the Carnival.