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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"I want you to behave." Bruce Wayne, the head of the Wayne family stated to his sons. His stern voice was demanding and was enough to earn a few nod from the younger males.
Though they agreed they didn't seem to like what was coming next, the scowl on each of their attractive faces said it all as they stood behind Bruce who was standing in front of the door that was opened by Alfred.
There, stood you, a lucky person that had been dating Bruce for months. You wore a casual outfit that matched your personality, the smile on your face also genuine as you gave your lover a hug and when you said your hello to Alfred your smile didn't fade. You seemed so happy and grateful to be there.
But the boys didn't think so, they thought you were wearing a mask on your face. Trying to make a good impression in front of them, trying to convince them that you weren't like the other women (which you weren't). They kept their scowl, Dick however plastered a fake smile on his face when you approached and Tim let his face unreadable.
"Bruce's sons?" You guessed with your cheerful voice, you liked kids no matter how big they got kids are kids, no matter how naughty they were gotten you would always treat them the same. With a motherly affection and you couldn't help it.
The eldest male gave a nod, he took your hand when you offered it. The grip on your hand was strong, matching his muscular body, you didn't know was it on purpose or not so you brushed it off and shook his hand gently.
"Dick."
You giggled, "Nice to finally meet you." Then moved to the slightly bigger man before doing the same, holding your hand out for him. "I'm (Y/N)."
"Jason."
This Jason didn't take your hand, he just sent it a glare silently telling you to move it out of his sight and you did just that. Your smile didn't fade one bit.
You moved to the next one, his face was unreadable but he stated his name to you, "Tim."
The next one was the youngest, you crouched down to his level. You attempted to put your hand on top of his head to ruffle his hair that resembled Bruce's but before you could lay a finger on a strand of hair that was sticking out he slapped your hand away.
"Damian and do not touch me." He warned, still scowling he turned on his heels walking off and left the room.
"Damian!" Bruce called for his youngest son, he was about to walk after him until you stopped him by gently taking his hand in your smaller one and intertwined them affectionately which made him turn his head over to you. His eyes were greeted by your smiling face. With a shake of your head, he understands and stopped his attempt to chase his son.
