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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Note; This can be read as a sequel for; 'happy birthday me || Jason Todd' but this will be in Mrs. Wayne's (2nd person) point of view, and I also will not give any certain details for Jason's girlfriend nor Bruce's wife. Why? Because I want them to be the reader. You might notice that I gave the title with no specific pairing like I used to back then.
This is most likely be 'reader x Bruce' and 'batmom x Jason' I'm too much of an amateur to be able to explain things correctly. :/
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"Have you seen how Jason acts recently?" Bruce, your husband, asked you out of nowhere when you were cuddling in bed. It was kind of a thing every couple does after doing the deedreally.
Your fingers stopped from drawing patterns on his bare chest as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.
"What do you mean?"
His muscular arm under your neck shifted as he placed his large hand on your head, stroking your soft hair, chest rumbling beneath your palm when he answered you, "when he's on the phone every time he spends the night here, he's not...him."
"Not him?" Your question came out in a yawn, sleepiness taking over and you closed your eyes. You didn't know if you could stay awake with Bruce's hand massaging your scalp. "What do you mean, not him?"
"He looks calm, too calm even, sometimes he will blush with a frown but smiles soon after." He stopped stroking your hair to roll over to his side causing his chest to face you.
"And that's bad because?"
"He never curses, he always curses." That was true, he would curse no matter what the circumstances were. He rarely did when he was around you just because he didn't want to get lectured for hours long.
You let out a small chuckle, changing your position, your back was pressing against his front and let your hand reached for his. Tangling your fingers together, eyes still closed.
"You do remember that when you met me, you dropped your playboy act and became easily flustered, don't you?"
Bruce raised his thick eyebrow, you could tell his blue eyes were fixed on you with a questioning stare.
"People change when they're in love, even Jason." You explained, "now stop asking so I can get back to sleep."
"Round two?" To emphasize his words, his free hand starting to brush against your thigh, sending a chill up your spine. You groaned half-heartedly.
"You do realize that we're getting too old for this right, Mr. Wayne?" He pinched your skin gently making you slap his hand, "fine but if my back aches, it's your fault."
