Batmom & Batfamily Imagines 『√』

Costume Change

Requested on my AO3 account!

Prompt;
I couldn't find your wattpad account so I was wondering if I could leave a request here? The request being that Batmom decided to get a costume change but she isn't sure what to pick, so the boys and batdad bombarde her with different opinions of what's practical or whats more stealthy and what not. 

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The boys, Jason and Dick, found you staring at your suit and gear that were trapped in a bulletproof glass beside Bruce's in the cave, chin trapped in your fingers as a hum escaped your pursed lips. They both looked at each other, wondering, what the hell were you doing with a cocked eyebrow.

"Ma, what are you doing?" Jason snapped you out of your train of thoughts.

Noticing their sudden appearance in the cave, you turned your head to the side to look at the two oldest boys. Your fingers slowly let go of your chin so your hand could rest on your hip.

"Thinking." You answered simply.

"If you're planning on running away from here, I'm coming with." The second oldest son spoke again, making you chuckle.

"No, Jay," you breathed, amused by how could Jason even thought about you running away while you were perfectly happy to be with your family now.

"Yeah, no Jay. If she's leaving she is going to take the Manor along with her since nobody wants her to leave. Not now, not ever."

Now they were just being cute without them realizing it, your heart melted and soon you have both arms hooked around their neck pulling them into a small group hug.

"Awe, you guys." You rub your cheeks against theirs. You could hear Jason groaned half-heartedly while Dick happily accepted your sweet gesture, "I was just thinking about changing my suit." You finally explained after you stopped uncomfortably rubbing your cheeks and pulled away from the hug.

Before you know it, Dick was practically dragging you further to the cave, sitting you down on the chair in front of the computer while he stood there staring at you as he thought about something. It was probably about the suit and your hunch was right when he suddenly gave you his idea about how your suit should be.

"You need it to be elastic," Dick suggested.

"No, it needs to be bulletproof and can hold ammo. A lot of it." Jason walked over to the both of you, sitting on a table near you. "Even bigger ones."

And here you stupidly thought they wouldn't argue over it, nope, they did. Though it wasn't as bad they even got their weapons out of nowhere. It was just a simple arguing.

Until Damian decided to come in.

"It needs to be stealthy and can protect her from any cuts and bruises at all costs." He stated, standing beside you as he stared up at his older brothers. "And I want it to look like mine."

Jason snorted, "That ridiculous costume of yours? She would've looked hilarious than intimidating."

Damian clicked his tongue irritatedly as his brows furrowed, glaring up at him. "At least I use pants instead of a green underwear." He sneered.

There you have it, another show of your boys fighting making you sigh.

You were used to this yes, but it doesn't mean that you could handle their loud bickering every time they met and you didn't have the heart to scream at them either. All you could do was to scold them, you loved them too much to even punch them. Not even when you trained them, you tried your best to just hit them lightly.

Tim soon came down along with Bruce, you assumed their little conversation about upgrading the bat computer was over. They both sent you a questioning look about what happened and you shrugged as a reply.

No way, you were not going to make the fight worse by telling them that you wanted to change your suit. Too bad, you guess it, but one of the just had to ask about what happened.

"You want to change your suit?" Bruce looked at you, while you huffed as you nodded.

"Yeah, a little bit of change won't hurt right?"

"Oh, make it simple and light, it will help you move faster," Tim suggested.

"I just said that." Damian scoffed.

There it goes again, though Bruce only stared and voice his opinion once or twice. You sighed again, you didn't think it would be this messy.

You were so caught up in your own world you didn't notice they had their eyes on you, asking you to pick one of their suggestions for your suit. Meanwhile, you stared back, you couldn't decide you had to admit that their ideas were unique in their own ways and how they made sense why they needed to be applied for your soon-to-be suit.

"Mrs. Wayne, if I may suggest, why don't you combine their suggestions?" Alfred carefully placed a cup of tea for you to relief your tense mind, "make it simple, yet strong to protect you from bullets and swords, stealthy and elastic. More importantly, not revealing."

Alfred was right, why didn't you think of that?

You face palmed, making your way to Alfred before taking his calloused hands, that showed how hard he had worked for the family, in yours. "Thank you, Alfred, if you aren't here I probably would be stuck with this."

"It is my job to help Mrs. Wayne."

Turning around, you flashed them a smile. A hand already holding a paper and a pen, "now can you guys repeat your ideas for me?"

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