#spoiled!batsis

"Hell, maybe I will stick around," Jason said intrigued by the idea of his sister wanting to have someone's kids.

"Whoever sticks around the longest doesn't have to patrol for the next three days." Bruce walked into the parlor where all the children were currently relaxing. No one knows how Bruce does the things that he does but Tim's working theory is that there are secret passages throughout the manor.

"Oh, you're on," Cass said appearing behind Bruce. She was on a new mission to make Bruce flinch. She hadn't been successful yet but she could feel herself getting close.

"Everyone please meet in the dining room. Y/N and her guest have arrived," Alfred said with a smile playing on his lips because he knew that shitstorm that was about to occur.

"I wonder who we're meeting now," Tim thought aloud.

"Probably another model or actor," Damian said holding Pennyworth the Cat. He was only excited to threaten someone else for dating his sister. It had been one of the few times deemed acceptable to threaten people outside of patrol.

"You think I'll be able to get an autograph?" Duke asked. Unfortunately, no one was able to answer because they saw who Y/N's guest was.

"Slade? How the hell did you get here?" Dick asked, noticing how Slade Wilson's arm was wrapped around his sister's waist.

"Y/N get away from him. Is he holding you captive?" Bruce asked. If there's one thing that Bruce was going to be, it would be a concerned father, especially when it came to Y/N.

"What? No, he's my boyfriend," Y/N exclaimed so her family wouldn't start pulling out the weapons that were hidden all over the manor.

"I always knew one of you would give me a heart attack, I always thought it would be Damian or Tim," Bruce

"We're dating," Y/N said happily while looking up at Slade. He placed a kiss on her lips and all of her siblings immediately gagged.

"You're dating my nemesis," Dick accused Y/N with a nagging finger.

"Yeah, he was like thirsting after me real bad so I made him promise not to do dumb stuff," Y/N explained while adjusting her long box braids that were in a ponytail.

"It's true. I haven't plotted against you or anyone close to you in almost one hundred and fifty days," Slade said it was like some kind of accomplishment. He was captivated by Y/N, there was something about her that made him do whatever she wanted without hesitation.

"Thank you, I think," Dick's confusion was written all over his face.

"You're welcome," Slade responded before pulling out a chair for Y/N to sit in.

"Bruce, you're not going to say anything?" Tim asked. Bruce was indeed a man of few words but this was odd even for him.

"I mean I could but then I'd be a hypocrite because I did some stuff with Talia last week and I'm trying to be better. Alfred, please get our finest bourbon, make that three bottles," Bruce may not trust Slade but he still wanted to eat the dinner that Alfred painstakingly prepared.

"Y/N, can I speak to you before we start dinner?" DIck asked in his best big brother voice.

"Sure," Y/N followed him to a nearby hallway.

"He tried to kill me," Dick whispered a little loudly.

"But he's hot," Y/N admitted without shame.

"He's old," Dick was willing to try anything to deter Y/N from dating Slade Wilson, Deathstroke. A mercenary who had tried to kill him multiple times.

"He's a silver fox," Y/N argued back.

"Why are you with him?" Dick asked looking for a genuine answer from his sister.

"I like him and he's kinda funny. Plus he's got a real big-" Y/N's eyes widened as her arms widened to show the size of what she was talking about.

"Eww. I don't need to know that," Dick said covering his ears.

"I was going to say, heart," Y/N tried to be convincing.

"No, you weren't," Dick deadpanned.

"Yep," Roy pulled at the collar of his tux at the reminder of the stiff contraption that he was wearing. Y/N had it custom-made for him so it was as irritable and it matched her dress. His hair was slicked back with one or two strands falling to frame his face.

"So, why are you here?" Dick couldn't fathom being in love with one person this much. Sure, he'd put himself through hours of torture for Kori or Babs but something so minuscule in the grand scheme of things seemed a bit tiring.

"I'm your sister's date," Roy shrugged. She asked if he wanted to come and said he didn't have to but the way her eyes lit up when he said yes made it all worth it.

"You know you don't have to do everything she asks," Dick stated. Roy considered it for a second. Sure on the surface it did seem like Roy mindlessly followed Y/N around but there were things she did for him that no one could fully understand even if they tried and he loved it. She was more than Bruce Wayne's daughter that everyone tried to make her out to be.

"I know but look how happy it made her. I'd do anything for her to be happy, you know that, right?" Roy stated clearly without hesitation.

"You're a good man, Roy," Dick patter his friend on the shoulder before going to take a knife from Damian.

-

"Roy?" A voice called from behind him. A voice that he'd recognize from anywhere.

"Oliver," Roy turned to the older man. The two had fallen out of contact in the past five or six years. Not because of bad blood or anything but the two had simply stopped talking. It was a little odd how the man he considered to be a father figure just disappeared but it was okay. Roy was going to get better regardless of whether Oliver was there or not.

"I didn't know you'd be here," Oliver wasn't clear on what to say. What do you say to the person that you raised as a child but abandoned because of a drug problem?

"I'm Y/N's plus one," Roy continued to sip his apple juice.

"Right, Bruce talks about how happy he is to have a grandkid. How is Lian?" Roy smiled at the mention of Bruce and Lian. The old Bat had enjoyed babysitting whenever Y/N and Roy needed a day off.

"She's good. She adores Y/N." It was true. Lian and Y/N were basically inseparable at times. It felt like Lian preferred at times but Roy would never have it any other way.

"Good, that's good. Why don't you, Y/N, and Lian stop by for dinner sometime?" That sounded like an empty offer but Roy would follow up with Dinah nonetheless to at least say he tried.

"Yeah, yeah" Roy was this close to breaking his champagne glass but if he learned anything from Y/N, it was to smile through the pain.

"Nice seeing you," Oliver disappeared into the crowd of rich people. Roy sighed with relief. His mood cheered when he saw Y/N walk towards him. She wore a bright smile on her face and seeing that smile made the painful interaction with Oliver so much more worth it.

"Hey, babe. Thank you for being here. I know you hate these things," Y/N pulled him close and inhaled his cologne. Her social battery was almost at zero and she wanted nothing more than to be cuddled on a couch with her boyfriend.

"Make it quick, my hair isn't cooperating," Dick pulled a small comb from his back pocket and ran it through his forming mullet. Y/N dodged as he reached for his hairspray.

"There are like five guys I need you not to let Bruce see me with tonight," Y/N did not have any time to waste. There was a reason that she waited until the last minute for anyone to know about her adventures with the Justice League, and Dick should be the last person to judge her.

"Huh," Dick scrunched his eyebrows as he turned to face his sister.

"Well, five guys and a girl," Y/N elaborated while touching up her lip gloss in her brother's mirror.

"Why would you want Bruce not to see you with those people? It's just the annual Justice Leag- You slept with SIX people from the Justice League," It was a good thing Dick had his looks because Y/N was sure the hairspray was killing his brain cells.

"You said you wouldn't get mad," Y/N whined a little.

"I never said that," Dick defended and technically he wasn't mad. He was just mildly confused about how his sister managed to sleep with six Justice League members and have no one know, especially Bruce.

"I thought this was a safe place. I was mistaken," Y/N figured since Dick has had his own entanglements then he would be a bit more understanding.

"Wait, who is it?" Dick asked right before Y/N reached for his door handle.

"What?"Y/N's eyes widened at the prospect that he might help her.

"Who am I supposed to keep Bruce away from?" She was his little sister after all. He'd help her and he was sure Alfred would kill someone if something bad happened at this gala.

"Hal Jordan," Y/N admitted. She had no regrets about what she had slept with but there was no doubt that Hal would be the one who piss off Bruce the most.

"Eww," Dick thought his sister had higher standards than the Green Lantern, who had been around a few air bases.

"Barry Allen," Y/N had fond memories with Barry. He was one of the sweetest guys that she had ever had the pleasure of meeting.

"Oh okay, that would be cute," He could see Barry and Y/N together. He actually liked Barry for his sister but God knows who else is on this list.

"Ted Kord and Michael Carter," Y/N spoke and looked to her brother for a reaction.

"Who the hell is Michael Carter?" Dick said a little too loudly and Y/N hit his shoulder.

"Booster Gold," Y/N winced slightly as she said his name in preparation for her brother's reaction.

"Wait, why did you say their names together?" Dick rubbed his shoulder as he asked his question.

" 'Cause I did them together," Y/N didn't know how else she was supposed to say that. She did think that there was a more tactful way to say that but time was winding down and she didn't have time for formalities.

"Who's left?" Dick sighed into his hand as he sat on his bed.

"John and Zatanna," Y/N was happy to be done listing out her sexual escapades.

"You didn't," Dick was in disbelief.

"I did, "Y/N spoke with a smile on her lips.

"I'll help, but when shit hits the fan, I want a recording of Bruce's reaction," Dick said adjusting his tie and reaching out his hand for his sister to shake it.

"Why would she want to see you?" Bruce asked shrugging Hal's hand off of him with a face of disgust.

"You don't know," Hal said with wide eyes and the realization of a sudden mistake he has made. He was ninety percent sure that he just put multiple members of the Justice League in danger because he didn't know how to shut his mouth.

"I don't know what," If there was one thing Bruce hated more than crime, it was not knowing. He hated not knowing anything. That's why he ran the number one supercomputer in the world and there were very few things that Bruce Wayne did not know. He preferred it that way.

"I shouldn't tell you," Hal tried to back away slowly, this was also a mistake.

"Hal, you are my home, in my city. There is not a corner you could attempt to hide in where I couldn't find you. So, tell me why are you looking for Y/N?" Bruce's voice had changed from billionaire to vigilante in a split second. That is to be expected when it relates to Y/N.

"We had relations, once. Before you kill me, I'm not the only one," That was the most savory way that Hal could say that he had sex with Y/N and live. He also offered more information so that Bruce would keep him alive, hopefully.

"Do you know who else?" Bruce's tone felt threatening to Hal.

"Yes," He nodded very quickly and without hesitation.

"Go on," Bruce said with a smile.

-

"Y/N, breakfast," Bruce said knocking on his daughter's door. He had planned to have a lengthy conversation with Y/N about her misadventures with several members of the Justice League. It's not that he cared that she was sleeping with his colleagues but he was more concerned with the choices of colleagues.

"Y/N?" Bruce called once more after receiving no response. He reached for the handle but it jiggled before he touched it.

"Bruce, um, hi," Roy Harper said opening the door without a shirt, pants unbuttoned and his hair was disheveled.

"Roy?" Bruce asked looking at the younger man and noticing the various hickies that plagued his chest.

"Oh, shit," Wally spoke as he tried to exit Y/N's room.

"Wally?" Bruce looked between the two with wide eyes. Wally grabbed Roy's shoulder and tried to push him down the hallway a little to avoid Batman's wrath.

"Mr. Wayne, Roy and I will head out now," Wally looked a bit more put together because at least his shirt was on, albeit unbuttoned.

"Yep, bye," Roy proceeded to stumble down the hallway while Wally walked behind him. They passed Dick avoiding eye contact but keeping their heads held high. They had no shame in their slut walk.

"I'll call you," Y/N said as she brushed her teeth from her ensuite bathroom.

"Hey, Dad. Don't be mad," Y/N tried to brace herself for what might be next.

"I'm not mad," Bruce said with his arms crossed over his chest. He was just as stoic as ever. Growing up Y/N could never read his emotions, but now she had gotten slightly better.

"Don't be disappointed," That was most definitely worse than him being mad at her. Being mad is simply a phase but being disappointed lingers like heartbreak or betrayal.

"I'm not. Well, I am a little. Not about Wally and Roy, but Hal Jordan," Bruce whined. He didn't mind his daughter being adventurous but Hal Jordan of all members. Hell, he'd prefer her with Constantine, and to his dismay that had also happened at some point. He made a mental note to put a section on having relations with his daughter in the Justice League's human resources.

"Heard about that through the grapevine, did ya?" Y/n tried to joke and made a mental note to start making the people she sleeps with the sign an NDA.

"Just be careful. I'd prefer not to have a grandchild with Hal Jordan or Guy Gardner, or any Green Lantern to be honest." He said placing one hand on her shoulder.