Enjoy this little book of oneshots and imagines of the bat boys! I take requests so please don't be silent readers and tell me what you want. Please...
Jason. He got you fucking pregnant. You should've waited when he said he didn't have a condom. But of course you fucking didn't because you just wanted the fucking release of stress.
Jason had just come home from his actual job, working as a bodyguard for Wayne Enterprises when he had found you in the bathroom just staring at the several, not one, not two, several pregnancy tests.
"Babe?" he asked.
"I'm pregnant," you breathed, you could barely speak.
"Really?" you nodded.
"Sure fucking looks like it Jason!"
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Dick:
AGES
YOU-25
HIM-29
You and Dick had been trying to get pregnant for a while now. I mean, you're not getting any younger, right? Anyways, you had been trying and trying until the fateful day came and you guys were celebrating.
"Dick! Dick! Oh my god!" you yelled as you ran into the police station. Dick looked up from his desk.
"What? What? Is everything okay?"
"We're pregnant!" Dick was frozen for a second before smiling brightly and laughing happily.
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Tim:
AGES
YOU-20
HIM-21
It was an accident, you didn't plan on it, but you were planning for a kid, you know? Like you had talked about it before, but you didn't want one at that fucking moment.
"Tim! Tim! Tim!" every time you screamed for him you got louder. "Come here!"
Tim came running into the room out of breath. "What?" You pointed to the three tests laying on the sink. "Oh..."
"What're we gonna do?"
"I don't know, but we'll figure something out," he assured.
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Damian:
AGES
YOU-17
HIM-19
"Son of a fucking bitch," you whispered.
"Shit," Damian mumbled as he looked over your shoulder at the tests. "Jesus, what're we gonna do?"
"I don't fucking know! I told you we should've waited you ass! We should've waited until you got more condoms and I got more pills, but no, you just couldn't control your fucking hormones!" you yelled. Damian rolled his eyes.
"You seemed to like what I was doing so you're partly to blame too!" He glanced at you, tears gathered in your eyes. "Look, we'll figure something out, I promise, beloved."
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