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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You came to the Manor as usual now, taking your sweet time playing with Bruce's boys. Making them snacks, teaching them things, cleaning their bedrooms, you couldn't help but to baby them. You loved babying people that was why your friends at work couldn't help but call you mother.
You sighed, shaking your head in disbelief as you stir the dough in the large bowl.
Without you knowing there were eyes peering from the kitchen's entrance, all of them looking at you without blinking but you were too oblivious and too caught up in the moment to feel them.
Those eyes belonged to the boys, they backed off from the kitchen to Tim's room since it was already messy and Tim didn't seem to mind for the first time in his life letting them invade his personal space.
All of them sat down on the floor, making a circle, the door already closed and securely locked along with the windows and curtains. They made sure that there was nothing that would interrupt them.
Their way was ridiculous really.
"She's so kind." The owner of the room sighed, remembering your motherly figure preparing coffee for him and teaching him things about technologies he didn't know.
"She's a total badass." Jason hummed, he propped himself on his palm as he leaned back to look at the white ceiling. "She helped me with my guns AND my bike."
"She's much better than mother." Damian added the list silently, rubbing his soft locks where you usually pat or ruffle his hair gently with his rough fingers.
Dick laid down on the floor, his head was supported by his arms that were crossed under it. "Too bad we can't tell them that Bruce is cheating on her." He blurted out the information he had kept since last month.
Tim blinks.
"What?!" Jason and Damian almost screeched in unison.
"What?" Dick sat up when he realized what he had said, defeated by his brothers curious and scary gaze he rummaged his sweatpants' pockets for his phone.
He fiddled with it for awhile, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration before he let out a gasp and showed it to the rest. His phone played a video where a familiar figure was walking with a woman by his side.
