Don't Mess with My Husband
Part 2 of Don't Mess with My Kids
Bruce x Reader
3rd Person Pov
A few months after the mission Bruce and you had an intimate wedding ceremony with your closest friends and family. Much to his displeasure, Harley and Ivy were a part of your family that you invited. No chaos ensued just like you promised him. You now fully moved into the manner after ending your lease on your apartment. You have helped Alfred cook dinner and clean the manor. The boys enjoyed your presence and it helped make sure that you guys got to spend more quality time together. Tonight, Bruce is hosting a charity event to help fund feeding the homeless of Gotham. This was your first event together as a married couple, and you would think that Dick is more excited than you based on how he is acting.
"Mom what color are you wearing?" Dick yelled down the hall. You shook as you laughed.
"The dress is champagne it has a tulle sparkly skirt" you yelled back. You heard him scrambling out of his room and down the stairs.
"I'm going to grab some matching ties for all of us! Send me a picture of it." He yelled before walking out the door. You couldn't help but laugh at your oldest son and his excitement. You walked into the hallway, kind of hoping to avoid the boys so you can just get some tea and hide in a corner to read the book you have been reading. Successfully avoiding the boys you made your tea and found a spot to enjoy your book. Not knowing how much time has passed you sat in the cozy spot and finished your book. You saw some movement from the corner of your eye, you glanced over to see Bruce with a small smile on his face.
"How was your book darling?" Bruce asked making his way over to you to place a kiss on your forehead.
"It was a very good read. I'm guessing its time for me to start getting ready" you said glancing over at the clock in the corner of the room. You sat your book down on the table next to the chair you've been sitting in. Bruce grabbed your hand and he led you upstairs to the bedroom for you both to start getting ready. You had the next three hours to prepare, you took some time out of that to have some quick fun with your husband. When it was time for the party to begin, you could hear the liveliness of the crowd. You took a deep breath before mentally preparing yourself to go downstairs and mingle. As the night went on and Bruce was dragged away by business partners and whoever else could get his hands on him, you were always accompanied by on of your sons. As you were enjoying champagne and jokes with Jason, Damian rushed over to you with a serious face Tim and Dick following not too far behind him.
"Mother there's a woman getting quite touchy with father." He told you. In that moment the boys saw the look in your eyes that you had on that mission. You handed your flute to Dick and excused yourself. You had way too calm of a look on your face, however you were politely smiling at the guest who acknowledged you. You walked right up to the woman and Bruce lacing your arm through his. The woman looked at you disgusted.
"My love I've been looking all over for you" you informed Bruce as the broad still had her hand on his forearm. The woman was about to open her mouth to say something to you. The boys have already stalked up to watch this scene unfold, this was something that they refused to miss out on. You put up your finger to cut her off, which made her eyes widen. You grabbed her hand that was on your husband and pushed it off.
"I'm giving you less than five minutes to leave my home or else things will not be pretty. Don't mess with my husband sweetheart, if I see you again I won't mind feeding you to Killer Croc or King Shark. Now kick rocks" you said to the woman with a calm voice. She sped walk out of there faster than a villain runs from a cop. The boys were having fits of laughter. "As for you Bruce, get your ass over to the mic and politely end this night. We have business to attend to" informing your husband kissing him on the cheek then walking away. He just nodded not knowing what to expect after that interaction.
