A book full of imagines / oneshots about the batbrats and their father. Oh of course you as their girlfriends or their badass mother!
Hope you enjoyed. [This book was called Batmom & Random Headcanons but I changed it along with the cover!]
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It was hard being a child without their blood parents, having them died when you were born saddened you. Your mother died after she gave birth to a small furry baby wolf and that baby was you. Your father died trying to protect you from the other wild wolves that wanted to eat you since you had a human scent on you. That's what your aunty told you.
You sighed, shaking your head to get those bad memories away from your mind. You walked to Gotham Academy, hands stuffed in your jacket. You didn't have that many friends, some of them just tried to use you as the others were truly wanted to be your friends.
You made your way to your class thinking that it would be fine, it was just another day at school. No, there are no bullies. It's just sucked so bad, the school is going to be boring as always.
And it did, there was no exciting activity. Sighing again for the millionth times that day you walked back to your home waiting for the night to come so you could run around Gotham without getting spotted easily by the civilians, Batman or the Villains.
11.34 PM seemed as the perfect time to do so.
You strip off from your pajamas to your suit your Aunt gave you. You didn't want to risk a cute pajama got ripped off when you transform just like the first time you did it. Then you walked to the window, lifting it all the way up. The cold breeze got inside your room and you made no move from the frame, letting the night wind hitting your face.
With a small smile, you finally got out from your little chamber as you liked to call it, turning into your true form. A black little werewolf. You were small indeed but your strength could defeat Bane with ease and you had tested it when you bumped into him months ago.
On the other hand, Damian Wayne or Robin at that night was doing a patrol, he had split up with the other member of his family. Now he stood on a building, he reached his hand up to turn his lenses into their night vision mode. In his ears, ringed his brothers' voice exchanging information about the places they came to and about who they met or fight. It wasn't interesting for Damian.
His eyes didn't focus on looking for small robbers like they used to or even the Villains that always got on his nerves. No. He was looking for the myth that his classmates talked about after his homeroom teacher warned them not to go out at night. Damian, of course, rolled his eyes.
