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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞´𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

Summary: In the 1950s, the Wayne family arrives at their new home on the outskirts of Gotham City, as the family's settle in, the children, Dick and Jason, seek adventure and cause trouble while their mother tries to keep the house standing for the visit of a special guests and also trying to hide her magical abilities. Can they get through the first day of their new life while the father of the family is away on business?

Character: Bruce Wayne x ScarletWitch!Reader; Jason Todd x Batmom!Reader; Dick Grayson x Batmom!Reader; Tim Drake x Batmom!Reader; Alfred Pennyworth x Batmom!Reader.

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐔𝐬: 1 (you are there) - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - more coming soon

English is not my first language, please be patient.

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

You looked at your youngest son, Jason, smiling at you from under one of the trees in the new property your family just moved into, you smiled back at him genuinely happy and held out your arms at him, the little five-year-old ran to you immediately. That tree, you had to get him away from that tree.

“Mom, this new house is huge” the boy said happily as you rested him on your hip without fear of ruining the neatness of your ironing.

“It is” you started “Your father and I learned our lesson about you and your brother's incompatibility with small yards after the the Halloween fire incident” you explain and the audience laughed at the past antics of the Wayne children. Jason smiled innocently as he thought about the incident even if he didn't remember it, he had been very young at the time, surely that was why “So he made sure there was plenty of room for both of you to run around in this new house” You turned on your spot, starting to walk towards the house where you both appeared walking in through the kitchen door immediately. You walked over to the island and sat Jason there, he immediately reached over to grab the glass cookie jar in the center of the surface to eat one of Alfred's famous cookies.

“Don't eat too many of those, young Master” the butler appeared from an unidentified door, you smiled at him as he came to stand next to you in front of little Jason “Tonight we have guests and i'm preparing some of the family favorite dishes” commented the man while confiscates the cookie jar, leaving only the one cookie the boy had managed to grab before his appearance for him to eat. You frowned in confusion.

“Guests?” you ask somewhat confused, you didn't remember having planned that. Alfred turned on his way to hide the cookies to look at you.

“The guests Mr. Wayne asked us to entertain in his absence, Mrs. Wayne, you remember?” questioned the butler before leaving without waiting for an answer through the door that led to the living room. You stood in place, bringing your hand dramatically up to your face to make a thoughtful face and Jason decided to interrupt his eating to mimic your face, the audience laughing and sighing tenderly at that. Seeing him you laughed too and leaned closer to your child.

“Do you remember which guests Alfred is talking about, my boy?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

“Nope” Jason replied sweetly, shrugging his shoulders, causing more tenderness to the audience. You couldn't help but have a sudden urge to hug your beautiful baby tightly while kissing his cheek and your son just laughed happily at your actions.

Alfred walked back into the kitchen as you lowered the boy from the counter to stand on the floor next to you, blinding the audience for a second before they saw the little boy run out of the kitchen with his cookie in hand, brushing past the butler causing him a smile.

“I guess we have to prepare for those guests then” you said as you rested your arms on your hips and sighed dramatically “Do you already know what you will cook for our guests, Alf?” you asked, intending to help.

“Don't worry about a thing, Mrs. Wayne” the butler commented, walking towards you and standing behind you, to start pushing you towards the door where Jason had disappeared with his cookie “I will take care of everything and nothing will go wrong tonight. You just relax and spend some time chilling out with young master Jason” When you were at the door Alfred stopped pushing at it, expecting you to make it the rest of the way out of the kitchen on your own, but you turned and insisted.

“You don't want magical help?. It will be easier that way, besides, I already have the apron on” you commented smiling pointing at your outfit while making a gesture to mimic your powers.

“Goodbye, Mrs. Wayne” Alfred said as he pushed you out the kitchen door.

You were pushed out the door, but on your way through you didn't stumble, but instead walked calmly through the doorway into an unmarked hallway, entering the living room. You looked back confused by the strange change, but all doubts were erased from your mind when you saw your little one sitting in front of the television in one of the couches. You sighed loudly.

“That man has always been very territorial with his kitchen” you commented and the audience laughed, walking towards the couche and Jason looked at you when he heard you approach “Jason Peter Wayne” you exclaimed without any aggression, more amused by the chocolaty disaster that was your son's face that angry and he looked at you with puppy dog eyes in response “My son and his precious chocolate chip cookies” you commented accusingly, with a dramatic movement of both hands Jason's face was clean again, the crumbs on his lap and the couch disappeared and all accompanied by a sound of bells to represent your magic.

“My mother and her magical magic” commented the boy mischievously, the audience laughed again at that while you shook your head at his behavior while looking lovingly at him. You'd missed him, which was weird because you didn't remember being separated from him much since he'd come to you.

“Jason, honey” you started realizing that something is missing in the scene “Do you have any idea where your brother is?” you asked suddenly worried about the fate of your eldest son.

“I saw him looking for his comics a while ago” Jason replied and at that moment there was a knock, followed by a child's cry. Alfred appeared down the hall, drawn by the noise, while you quickly marched to the threshold on the other side of the room, leaving Jason with the butler behind.

You appeared in a kind of entrance hall, with the main door of the house, some decorative furniture, a coat rack where there were four coats perfectly hung. One for each family member, the largest being Bruce. Bruce, he was away on business. On the other side of the threshold was a huge staircase that led to the second floor, on which you found your eldest son, his comic abandoned at the foot of the last step and he was crouched with a bleeding knee a little higher.

“Dikie, my dear” you quickly approached him, crouching down in front of him while you examined his wound "What happened?" questions while sitting next to him to hug him against your side, seeing that his crying did not stop with your presence, but he did not answer immediately, he kept sobbing “Alfred!” you called, not too loud because it was not necessary and it worked. Immediately Alfred crossed the threshold through which you just came “Bring the first aid case” you told him and he nodded before disappearing again.

While all this was happening Dick's mind was going a thousand miles an hour. He don't understand the world around him, its size, and its lack of colors. Why had he been running up the stairs in the first place?. He couldn't remember and that scared him. Contradictory ideas of what had happened crossed in his mind, until he finally saw the comic lying at the foot of the stairs and it occurred to him.

“I-I found my-i com-mic and” he began to say between sobs, but was not able to finish putting together the facts of the day, and realizing that you decided to finish the job for him, at the same time that you caressed his hair with affection.

“And so much excitement in one day made you decide to run down the stairs?” you asked and the boy pulled away from you to nod as he wiped his tears with the sleeve of his extremely expensive wool sweater.

“My knee hurts” he commented with a fine voice looking where his hand was, which was where he supposed there must be a wound and as if he had been called by his words Alfred appeared with a small medicine briefcase.

“Here you are, Mrs. Wayne" he said as he handed her the object to you, which was sure to be red but it wasn't.

"Let's see what we have here" you said and as you opened it you found just what was needed, a bandage with drawings of birds "Perfect" you said smiling as you left the suitcase now empty to proceed to put the bandage on the wound. Dick didn't see blood or a wound at all, his mother wouldn't let him get hurt, but still, he went along with the plot and looked at his mother.

You were beautiful. He had always thought you were the prettiest mother in the world along with… with another person, his father couldn't agree more, and if he saw you now he would probably drool, to which he and Jason made fun of him. Jason, his little brother.

What had happened to Jason?

And as if Dick's though was an alarm, the little boy with curly hair and a cheerful smile entered through the same doorway Alfred had come through, looking at his brother with a worried expression. A sudden wave of relief washed over Dick, because Jason was there, safe and sound, walking quickly towards him when he saw that his older brother was distraught. But it was strange to see him like that, so young, to the point that for a moment he wondered if it was really Jason, but looking into his eyes it was unmistakable that this five-year-old boy was his younger brother. There was no doubt.

"Are you feeling better, Dikie?" you asked affectionately when you noticed how your older son's body relaxed when his younger brother appeared in the room, and you mentally fooled yourself for not having brought him earlier, surely Dick had been worried that his brother was fine. You caressed his back as you looked at him carefully.

"I.." Dick was silent for a moment, he looked at you and then at his little brother, then he realized something "I'm fine. Everything is fine, mom" finally he said looking at you, feeling completely comfortable to be there and happier than he had been in a lot of time.

You smiled at your son when you realized that the three of you were finally together, with Alfred looking at from the doorway with a mixture of emotions that he didn't let you see.

Dinner was underway, Alfred as always was on time for the arrival of the guests, while you were in Jason's room, helping him to finish putting on his elegant sweater for the occasion. Dick came through the door already fully dressed, the eight-year-old boy didn't need your help getting dressed, but no doubt you had helped him choose the clothes, that's how you always did.

“Mom” Dick called while in his brother's room, somewhat confused by the situation but not letting that feeling of relief and heady calm go. He liked that feeling.

“Yes honey?” you turned around causing the new dress you had put on for the occasion to flourish in the air with elegance, as soon as you laid eyes on your eldest son you had to contain a small aww at how cute your little man looked “Look at you, my little bird” You approached him, bending down to adjust his jacket so he hid the suspenders, leaving only a little of the shirt to be seen. “One day you are going to be a heartbreaker” you commented, wrinkling your nose with tenderness.

“Mom” Dick grumbled sheepishly, looking down as his cheeks turned pink, though no one could see the color yet.

“Is Dick going to be a jar breaker?” Jason asked from where he was sitting on the bed, causing the audience to laugh.

"No, Jaybird," Dick began, turning away from his mother and walking over to his brother's bed to sit next to him on the bed "Heartbreaker, as in hearts," he explained patiently as Jason watched him intently, hanging on every word his older brother said to him. It reminded Dick of when he was looking at him while they both used to... they used to...

"That means" you sat across from Jason, watching as your son left his place inside his mind to return to the moment "that your brother will have a lot of girlfriends and boyfriends one day" you explained to him while you arranged a rebellious strand that fell on the forehead of your youngest son, putting it back in his place.

"That is good?" he asked confused "Because Alfred always gets mad when we break his jars." The innocent tone caused the audience, you and Dick to laugh. As they did, Dick remembered why he had gone to find his mom in the first place.

"Mother?" he asked, you stopped laughing and gave him that look you always give him when you want to say tell me anything, you can tell me anything and ask any question without fear "What's so important today?" he asked curiously.

"Oh" exclamation as you put your hands on your lap thinking what to say because the truth is you weren't very sure what tonight's dinner was about "Well, it's a very important dinner for your father" you commented with confidence.

"Why is this dinner important to Dad?" Jason asked, now concentrating on the reason for the conversation, because he wanted to know too. He puzzled you by the question too, because you weren't too sure either.

"Well, your father invited some very important people to dinner" you stated as confidently as you could, if you showed that you didn't know what was going on your children panicked and you wanted them to feel safe. They were safe, they were safe as long as they were there with you.

"Who are the guests?" Jason asked, immediately followed by his older brother.

“And why are they so important?” Dick spoke, Jason nodded at his brother's question, showing his approval.

“Well…” you weren't sure what to say.

“Is it for a birthday?” Jay asked.

“No, it's not anyone's birthday” you clarified, more to yourself than to the children, trying to fit the pieces of the puzzle before explaining to your children the importance of the occasion.

“Is it an anniversary?” Dick asked now.

“No, it's not that either” you put your hand to your chin while you thought. The audience laughed.

“A holiday?” the elder asked again.

“Is it because of the «adult business» ?” Jason asked disappointed, he hated the adult business meetings they had when Bruce was home, and immediately a light went on in his head.

“Yes” is happily soothing, looking back at the children “It's certainly a business meeting, so you must behave yourself” you bend down and finish arranging your youngest son's hair “Okay?” You looked at them seriously, your children had a habit of getting into trouble when these meetings happen, mainly because they were bored.

“Yes, mom” they both said in chorus, which caused a smile on your face.

“Okay” you finished the conversation about dinner “Dick, can you help your brother put on his shoes while I go to prepare the table for our guests?” questions and the boy silently nodded in response “Perfect, I'll see you when you're ready” you said as you left the room.

Dick and Jason stood there in silence for a moment. Dick wasn't sure what to do, first because he didn't know where you kept Jason's shoes and second because he felt lost without you there, because you were the main story of the show, so he wasn't sure what was next. Jason was the one who will be in charge of guiding him quickly.

“Dick” called the younger brother.

“Yes, Jason?” asked Dick somewhat confused by the mischievous gleam in his little brother's eyes.

“I saw Alfred go with the cookie jar back to the kitchen to hide it” he began as a smile spread across his face, Dick smiled back as he nodded at the silent implication of that phrase. He now knew what they must do.

In the dining room, a room with a large window facing the patio with a table with eight chairs, you used your magic to make the plates fly to the table, followed by the utensils and the wine glasses. You are preparing only five places at the table, because Alfred had insisted on not being part of the dinner tonight so that he could attend to the important guests in the best possible way, and you were not one to argue against the butler's wishes.

You have barely convinced him to let you set the table for dinner. He was very adamant that you should spend time with your kids for some reason, probably just wanted him to rest from the stressful move. Yes, it was probably just that.

DING DONG

“The guests are here” you said to yourself, making sure to place the last flowers in the vase on the head table, they were white roses, and then smoothed down the front of your dress before walking into the room.

You were nervous because you still didn't know who these guests were and what they wanted, but you were confident that if Bruce had sent them it would be fine, so you smiled as you entered the entrance hall to receive the couple. It was a fleshy white-haired couple, in their fifties, but they seemed to be in good shape and particularly the woman looked like she had a lot of energy, her print dress helped her image. The man seemed serious, like all businessmen, he didn't even smile when you greeted him and invited them to sit in the living room while dinner finished preparing.

“It's a pleasure to have you here, Mr. and Mrs...” you stopped in your sentence when you realized that you didn't know the names of your guests.

“Mr. Hart and I are very happy to be the first guest in be invited to the new home, Mrs. Wayne” Mrs. Hart replied as everyone sat on the couch.

“Where is Mr. Wayne?” Mr. Hart asked seriously “You can't have a business dinner if the businessman isn't in the house” he complained, waving his arms around, showing the room. You laughed nervously at his insistence, he wasn't the first person that day to ask where Bruce was and make you uncomfortable for some reason.

“Well, my beloved husband had a last-minute business trip” you started explaining “But he left me and our children in charge to receive you for dinner” you said smiling, trying not to show your lack of certainty about the totality of the situation.

“Oh, the Wayne kids” Mrs. Hart exclaimed dreamily “I'm so excited to meet you” she took your hands and squeezed them comfortingly.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Alfred had gone to the dining room to set up the table with the appetizers, leaving the place unattended where two small pairs of feet entered without making much noise with a precise aim. Cause trouble.

“I adore children, even though Mr. Hart and I never had our own” the woman explained wistfully, looking at her husband who instead of sharing his story was looking around with a frown, but she paid no attention to him and continued talking to you.

In the kitchen, Dick was helping his younger brother up onto the counter next to the stove, where a pot of hot soup was ready to be served. Once Jason was firmly on his feet he quickly took it upon himself to climb up as well to stand next to him and they began opening the cabinets for the cookies.

“Tell me: What are their names? And how old are they?” Mrs. Hart ask excited about the topic of conversation.

“My oldest son is Richard, but everyone calls him Dick” you started posting.

“Children can be cruel” Mr. Hart commented candidly, and the audience laughed. The joke took you by surprise but you decided to ignore it and continue.

“He's eight years old, he'll be nine in December” we continued talking “And Jason, he'll be six in August” you finished with a smile thinking about how your youngest son would be another year older.

Dick opened one of the walkers on the stove, stood on tiptoe as he maneuvered the cabinet door open, and peered inside for the cookie jar, but began to lose his balance just as Alfred set the appetizers down. ready on the table and started on his way to the living room to announce that dinner was ready.

“They sound adorable, I can't wait to meet them” Mrs. Hart enthused.

"They are adorable and they are very good kids too" you said with a bright smile.

BAAM.

Dick ended up losing his balance while trying to close the cupboard door again and the pot of soup crashed to the floor, staining the entire kitchen with its creamy texture, including your two children who are now covered in food ruining their clothes and staining their faces.

“Mrs. Wayne” Alfred called, successfully hiding his concern, which you couldn't do very well because at the sound your eyes widened at the multiple scenarios running through your head as to what could have caused the noise.

“Yes, Alfred” answered with a small voice.

“What was that?” Mr. Hart asked irritably.

“I think it's time to guide our guests to the table and go find the young masters” he commented calmly to which you quickly jumped out of the chair.

“YES” you yelled “Great idea, Alfred” you turned to the guest couple who looked more than confused “Mr. and Mrs. Hart, follow Alfred into the dining room and enjoy the appetizers while I go find the kids who I'm sure are somewhere in the house on their best behavior,” you said and the audience laughed.

“Everything is alright?” Mrs. Hart asked as you left the room.

“Yes, yes, everything is in order, nothing to worry about” you answered a little too quickly before running away from the room.

Jason and Dick looked at each other knowing that nothing good could come of this, but when they tried to go down, the younger one slipped on the soup that stained the counter under his feet, Dick rushed to try to catch him but he also slipped on the ground. As both children fell, all their weight rested on the refrigerator, which in turn fell sideways to hit a piece of furniture that fell forward and pushed another piece of furniture full of fine china that fell sideways, locking the door and letting everything plates and glasses crash to the floor causing even more noise.

CRASH

You leaned your whole body against the door as you reached the door, only to find that it wouldn't open in the slightest, something was blocking it.

“Boys?” you called through the door “Boys, are you there?” you asked.

“Here we are, mom, and we're fine” said Dick from his place still on the counter, they couldn't go down now the floor is not only slippery but also full of sharp glass. He wouldn't risk Jason getting hurt.

“We tried Alfred's soup” Jason said “It's delicious” the audience laughed but you were anything but amused by the situation.

“Oh Dear” you sighed. visualizing your children covered in soup at a less than an opportune moment “Why can't I open the door?” you tried to push but whatever was blocking your way was too heavy for you.

“A large piece of furniture fell in front of the door and the floor is full of glass, we can't get close” Dick explained regretfully, they didn't want to cause such a mess, they just wanted the cookies and they hadn't even found them.

“What happened?” Alfred asked coming to your side.

“A piece of furniture is blocking the door, the soup is on the floor and the crockery has now turned into very expensive confetti” you quickly explained, turning to look at him.

“Okay, Mrs. Wayne, it's time to use your magic and solve this problem” he said.

“But you don't like magic being used in your kitchen” you replied confused.

“Considering that the crockery has been smashed, the soup used as a rug, and the young masters are still trapped in there, if we don't open the door right now there probably won't be any kitchen to take care of tomorrow, Mrs. Wayne” he explained quickly and couldn't have more sense to you.

“Good point” you said, the audience laughed as you got into position to use your magic, but when you moved your hands nothing happened, you try again and nothing happened “It doesn't work” you repeated the movement in a desperate attempt but again it didn't happen nothing “What's going on!?” you asked desperately

“I told you to rest today, Mrs. Wayne, it's probably the stress” Alfred said quickly, consoling you.

“Oh, this is not good” you said.

“Ms. Wayne?” Mrs. Hart yelled from the dining room.

“Just a second” you replied with a fake cheerful tone before looking back at the butler “What are we going to do?” questions.

“Don't worry, I'll look for the keys to the door that leads to the patio while you distract the guests” Alfred said and walked in the opposite direction, you went to follow him but you realized that you had to go the other way and you turned to walk to the dining room. The audience laughed.

In the living room you sat at the table with the guests, starting to eat the appetizers, they tried to pretend that nothing was wrong, but Mr. Hart was suspicious and it was clear by the way he looked at you, but his wife was more than happy to ignore it.

" “And tb children?” Mrs. Hart asked as she bit into one of her meatloaf pies.

“Oh, they're finishing up their toys before they eat” you explained as we finished pouring some wine into your glass.

“But you should eat first” said Mrs. Hart sweetly.

“Nonsense, my dear” interrupted Mr. Hart “Two children with a father not present on business, these two need a steady hand or they will become good for nothing. It's fair, they don't order their toys they don't eat” from him he stuffed a whole canape into his mouth roughly.

“I wouldn't say they don't eat” you defended “But if you have to order before eating because they definitely won't do it later, they always get sleepy” you finished explaining and drank your glass of wine “Also, most of the time are very well behaved children of time” you finished.

“Most of the time?” questioned Mr. Hart suddenly.

Alfred entered the room quietly, he passed behind you giving you a meaningful look: you had to keep distracting the Harts because he still hadn't found the key.

“Well, they are children, you know how they are” you commented laughing, but the serious face of Mr. Harte told you that the man did not enjoy jokes much, so you left that “All children have their moments of curiosity” Alfred walked out of the room back into the hallway “And that curiosity can get to-” BAMM-CRASH, the butler had to use force to pry open a particularly jammed drawer “Accidents, something always ends up breaking” You let out a nervous laugh.

“Ms. Wayne” Alfred called as he stood in the doorway.

“Yes Alfred?” you yelled, unable to stop looking at Mr. Hart who was looking at you suspiciously.

“The young masters want you to confirm that their toys are tidy and that they are free to sit down to dinner” he said neutrally but I knew right away what he meant.

“Of course, you have to see those toys” she joked as she got up from the table.

“Make sure it's neatly arranged in alphabetical order” demands Mr. Hart and you couldn't help but give him a look for it.

“Don't talk nonsense” his wife told him “Go find them” he told you happily “I can't wait to meet those little angels” he encouraged you.

“I'll do that” you answered with the same enthusiasm and walked down the hall with Alfred until you reached the kitchen door.

“The keys to the patio door are nowhere to be found” he began to explain “And I'm afraid the cabinet is too stuck in front of the door to try to push it”.

“Oh Dear, oh Dear” you started to babble.

“Mrs. Wayne, you need to calm down” Alfred requested.

“The children are locked in the kitchen, along with the food, and our guests are waiting in the dining room” you pointed out “I think it's a good time for a little panic, Alfred”

“Panic is not going to get us out of this situation” Alfred pointed out, which caught your attention and you looked at him, but the man ignored him “Getting the children out requires us to be focused” he clarified and you decided to ignore his mistake, it wasn't that serious.

“Maybe one of the windows” you pointed out hopefully.

“No, they were all closed” he said.

“Mrs. Wayne!!” you heard Mrs. Hart as she got up from her chair and walked toward you in a suitably slow manner.

“Oh no” you groaned in anguish “We need an entrance, an entrance, an entrance to the kitchen” and as if they were connected, you and Alfred looked at each other as the solution came to your mind.

“The Unidentified Door!!” you two yelled and started running.

As they rounded the corner at the end of the hall they suddenly found themselves walking through the unmarked door into the kitchen, which Alfred had appeared through that morning, just like that. You still didn't know what the point of the door was but you were thankful for it because Mrs. Hart was coming to the door.

“Ms. Wayne” called the woman, dangerously close to the door, you ran to the opposite side of the covered door and approached your children “Where are they?” It was almost in front of the door, so you made a quick movement with your hands: the soup disappeared from the floor and returned to its place in the pot, the children's clothes were cleaned as well as their faces, the floor, and both furniture fell back into place at the same time that glass returned to the expensive crockery that Bruce had inherited from his parents. Mrs. Hart came through the door at that moment to find you carrying your youngest son on your hip, Dick sitting innocently on the island, and Alfred stirring the soup “Here you are” she exclaimed.

“Here we are” you said smiling, you lowered Jason from your hip and grabbed his hand “Alfred” the man looked at you “It's time to serve the main course to our guests” you pointed out, both shared a knowing look before he answered.

“Right away, Mrs. Wayne” Alfred answered calmly.

At the dining room table, the end of the table was left empty, because it was Bruce's place, while you, Dick, and Jason sat on one side, in that order, in front of you the invited couple left, with Mr. Hart sat down opposite you.

“Well” Mrs. Hart said as she put her napkin on her lap, Alfred poured juice for the children. “Where do you come from? How long have you and Mr. Wayne been married? And do you plan to have more children?” the woman asked as she began to taste the soup, hitting you with her questions so closely followed by hers.

“Oh” you laughed “Bruce and I have been together for so long it feels like we've always been this way” you erased “And we come from…” you were at a loss “We come from…” you didn't know.

“We come from another city” said Dick “From...” he was cut off bewildered, but he quickly looked at you for help, surely you knew “What was the name of the city, mom?” he asked you curious.

“The city, of course" you commented trying to start your sentence again "We come from..." again you had nothing, that made no sense.

“AND?” asked Mr. Hart frustrated, you looked at him and tried to smile to appear normal but you quickly lost it and he noticed.

“Let them think, dear, they are putting together their story” defended Mrs. Hart smiled sweetly as Alfred poured him more wine, at that moment you looked at him, but he didn't look at you, he was suddenly serious with a lost look as he poured his glass, he was tense.

“Our story, yes, of course” you continued again trying to get back to the thread of the plot “We come from, from a city, from...” you failed again.

“Where from?” asked Mr. Hart flustered.

“Arthur, leave the poor woman alone” Mrs. Hart scolded him, eating quickly, with a sweet tone but in her posture, there was something else, she was not calm or happy as she wanted to seem.

“Why?” her husband defended himself “It's a perfectly normal and simple question: Where do they come from?” the table fell silent, for a few seconds no one moved and didn't make a sound “Damn it. Where does it come from?” He slammed the table roughly, making the plates jump, Dick looked at him, he could hear the anger in his voice and even fear, but he didn't understand why “What do you want? What do you want-” his words were cut off, as was his breath, you watched him intently as he brought his hands to his throat, he was choking.

“Oh, Arthur, stop it” his wife commented naturally, her tone didn't leave the cheerful and casual naturalness it had had until now, but Arthur Hart kept choking and nobody made a move, not even you, only Jason kept eating his soup. Your eldest son looked at the guest confused. Dick felt that he should do something, but he shouldn't at the same time “Stop it” Mrs. Hart repeated “Stop it, stop it, stop it” Mrs. Hart stopped looking at her husband when he fell to the ground, very close to the feet of Alfred who looked at the situation without leaving his place with the wine jug in hand. You looked at him and he looked at you this time, he seemed worried, even anguished and fearful “Stop it” Mrs. Harte looked at you this time, she was talking to you “Stop it” she repeated.

“Mom” Dick called worriedly when he saw that the guest's pleas were directed at you now, he grabbed your hand on the table to try to get your attention but he kept looking between Mrs. Hart and the drowning man on the floor.

“Mrs. Wayne” this time it was Alfred who called you “Mrs. Wayne” was a silent request.

“Please, stop it” continued Mrs. Hart, a buzzing invades your ears, suddenly two unknown voices filled your ears, what they were talking about was inescapable, but they were close because their minds were close.

“Ms. Wayne” Alfred calls you with more urgency.

“Mama” called Dick, shaking your hand at the same time, but the voices had your full attention, you want to know who they were and what they were up to.

“Mommy” suddenly the voices were forgotten, Dick and Mrs.Hart fell silent, you looked at your youngest son, who was looking at you confused by the situation and you immediately reacted to it.

“Alfred, help him” you said seriously, the butler quickly putting down the wine pitcher and proceeding to help the man to the ground, quickly getting him to spit out the piece of meat that had been stuck in his airway. Mr. Hart gasped for air as he started to try to get up quickly, in a hurry, Alfred quickly helped him to his feet.

“Careful, Mr.” he said to him as they both finished standing in their places.

Mr. Hart finished standing up and ran his hands over his jacket, lost for a second and not knowing he was following, but quickly found the watch on his wrist and looked at it.

“Look at the time” he said matter-of-factly “We'd better not head home” he pointed and smiled, suddenly becoming more likable than he had been all through dinner.

“You're right, dear” Mrs. Hart agreed in her well-pitched sing-song tone “It was a pleasure meeting you all” the woman commented as you and your children stood up from their places, she approached you friendly and you took a few steps to meet her halfway “Your children are adorable, Mrs. Wayne and your house is a charm” she sentenced before giving you an impromptu hug, but you answered.

“Tell Mr. Wayne I can't wait to do business with him” said Mr. Hart smiling as you were separated from his wife, and walked over to shake his hand “And you two behave young men” he motioned to your sons as they both stood beside you, you ran your hand through your youngest son's hair to make sure he was there, and Dick leans against your side with his head leaning on your hip “Your mother of hers is a unique woman and there is nothing she wouldn't do for you, appreciate her” he told them honestly, which brought a smile to your face, you looked down to meet Dick's unsure eyes, you patted his back quickly to reassure him.

“Yes, Mr. Hart” Jason said as his older brother decided to speak.

“We'll take care of her, always” Dick accompanied.

“I'll walk you out” Alfred said smiling, happy that everything had turned out well.

You and your children went to the living room, ready to watch some television before going to sleep.

“Well, that was a venture without a doubt” you commented while sitting in the middle of the couch.

“It was to be expected when your family is like ours” Dick mocked, smiling at you in complicity, while he sat next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“Next time, Alfred should serve ice cream for dinner” Jason pointed out “Everyone loves ice cream” he explained when you looked at him, to which you and your oldest son laughed along with the audience. Jason settled with his head in your lap, to which you put your hand in his hair to caress it, as he liked it so much and Dick wrapped his arms around your waist, you put your arm around his shoulders to hug him closer to you...

“After that disaster, I need a drink” Alfred commented entering the room and sitting in one of the individual armchairs “Although it could be compensated with a raise” he joked, they all laughed again together.

“What can I say” you looked at Jason, seeing how his eyes were slowly closing in sleep “We're a bit of a peculiar family” you stated.

“Just a bit?” Dick mocked again, you kissed his head as the lights dimmed and the credits began to roll, the show ending with the image of your beautiful family sitting in the living room.

Seeing that image, Bruce couldn't help but notice that it was the happiest thing he had seen you in over seven months...

Dude.... Batmom goes cray cray😮😥

𝐀 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥.

Summary: With the new additions to the cast, in the early 2000s, the Waynes throw a Halloween party to spend some time as a family after so much time apart. But it seems that his father’s presence has not calmed the need for children to cause trouble, only this time everything will get out of control. The question remains and grows in everyone’s mind: What’s outside Wayne Manor’s property?.

Character: Bruce Wayne x ScarletWitch!Reader; Jason Todd x Batmom!Reader; Dick Grayson x Batmom!Reader; Tim Drake x Batmom!Reader.

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐔𝐬: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 (you are there) - more coming soon.

English is not my first language, please be patient.

If anyone wants me to tag you in the publication of the next chapter so they find out as soon as I upload it let me know.

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You quietly walked out of the kitchen, dressed in your Halloween costume and ready for that afternoon’s party. After so much time apart, you decided that you had to celebrate your husband’s return from his business trip and Dick’s visit from the university in Bludhaven with a family party for this representative holiday of your family. It was sad for you that Alfred, who was a fundamental part of your family, could not participate in the festivity, but it was better that way, nothing could ruin that day. You were so calm and concentrated in your thoughts that you didn’t notice your youngest son and his red-haired friend hiding behind the sofa out of your sight.

“BOO!!” yelled both teens singing to show you just as you walked past the couch.

“AHH!!” you screamed in fright, making sure that both your eldest son and your husband heard you.

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I Have Trembled My Way Deep

Morpheus x Naiad!Reader

Summary: The God of Dreams assists you in escaping Poseidon’s obsession.

status: Completed One-shot

wordcount: 15.9k 

warnings: Implied non-con (not Morpheus), slow burn ish? 

18+ only, your media consumption is your own responsibilities. Warnings have been given. Do not proceed if these matters upset you.  

 I have trembled my way deep into surrender

I have stretched my aching body across the world

I have stood at the threshold of your wonder

Bid me enter, Lord, allow me to unfold

—

You remember

that it was a game for Poseidon. A sport. Something to fill his spare time in his eternal life. For you? Your ruin. 

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In His Mercy

Pairing: dark!Morpheus x original female character

Summary: Nura is a dream who dared to leave her Lord's realm and find herself a lover. Morpheus is not happy when he finds out about it.

Warnings: power difference, betrayal, heartbreak, fear, angst, intimidation, threats, rejection, eventual smut, possible dub/noncon in future. Don't Like Don't Read. 18+ only. Minors DNI

since it is my story please expect dark themes and a dark representation of Morpheus.

A/n: The story is set right after Morpheus punishes Gault and the plot of the series is ongoing in the background.

I have not read the comics so this is based purely on what I observed from the show as well as what I could find about him online. This story would contain a darker and upsetting depiction of Dream so if it's not your thing dont read. If you enjoy it let me know! I'd possibly continue this in the future. Thanks for reading.

"You're brave to have returned, but you're too late. His temper has been on a rise these past days and he has never been too forgiving," Lucienne warned her breathlessly.

Nura followed her with hurried steps as she contemplated her words. There was an ache in her chest that warned her about how regrettable it would be for her to meet Dream after leaving his realm for so long. She wished to be ethical and loyal in the decisions of her life, but there was no telling of how understanding he would be for her reasons.

"I hope he would listen to me. I hope he would be merciful, I would like to believe that he would be," Nura said, expecting some validation from Lucienne.

The librarian sighed.

"I would not recommend that you get your hopes high and…" Lucienne stopped short of her steps, just inches outside the gates of the throne room, "I'm sorry for whatever would happen next. Do your best to convince him to forgive you."

Nura gave a nervous nod as she folded her arms around her body.

"I will," Nura said.

She heeded her advice, it was best to accept her mistake and ask for forgiveness from Dream if she were to expect him to listen to her cause for staying in the waking world. But Lucienne’s troubled expression did not do anything to put her at ease. Nura bit her lip and attempted to calm herself with deep breaths as the librarian opened the grand gates of Dream’s throne room. Only she could muster the courage to enter his chambers without prior permission.

With reluctance, Nura went inside after Lucienne. Their entrance echoed with their footfalls on the cold marble floor which was not dirtied with the debris and shambles of Dream’s decaying palace anymore. She raised her head to examine the reformed structure of the throne room, gaping in awe at how its beauty had been restored now that the King had returned. For a moment, her admiration of the palace and its decorative designs distracted her from the cold and stinging presence of her Lord. Until Lucienne decided to gather his attention.

"My lord, forgive us for this interruption, but there is someone who wishes to seek an audience with you."

Nura turned her gaze to him. Her chest thrummed with the speeding throbs of her heart invoked just by his sight. And he was not even entirely visible to her.

Books were lined and arranged neatly around him, the stacks appearing as rails that began at his throne and ended five or six steps beyond his seat. The rest of the stairwell remained empty as ever while he sat comfortably on his throne with a thick book covering his face. Only his body and his spiking hair strands were visible from the distance at which Nura was standing. And that was enough to have her shudder in anticipation of his judgment.

Dream closed the book after making them wait for a few minutes. He dropped it on the stack pile next to his throne and bent forward. His cold and dark eyes narrowed in on her as his lips puckered into a distasteful grimace.

"Nura," he said with a great enunciation of every letter and syllable, "so you have finally decided to return."

The grim depth of his voice and the disappointment laced in it made her heart jolt. She exchanged a nervous glance with Lucienne before stepping forward to greet Dream.

"My lord,” she bowed her head with a hand on her heart to show him her respect, “it is so delightful to see you again and in good health.”

She truly was happy to see him safe after hearing what the humans had done to him. He was intimidating and authoritative, but he was her Creator and he had mostly been kind and sweet to her, he did not deserve to be treated like that. No one did.

Dream gave a mocking scoff, blinking his eyes slowly in the angry way that he did as he rose to his feet. He sauntered down the marble steps, running the dainty fingers of his left hand along the covers of the books.

"Not enough for you to return sooner," he said.

The muscles on his face twitched even as he attempted to not express his emotions to her. Nura squeezed her arms in her hands, wondering if she should have followed the ways of the Corinthian and focused on running away instead of coming to her displeased Lord.

He paused after the fourth step and picked up a book to read. She was relieved to have his piercing eyes away from her.

She swallowed the knot in her throat and gathered the courage to speak.

"Yes, and I apologize for that, my lord. But I do have my reasons," she said.

"What reasons would justify you leaving my realm and doing something that goes against your purpose, Nura?" He asked, peering at her from the corner of his eye.

"I confess…I did step out of the line but I could not keep myself within this realm for long once you were gone, sir,” she explained. 

Nura recalled the moment she decided to enter the realm of humans, the excitement she had felt at the thought of visiting them, especially those dreamers with whom she was already familiar. 

“I wished to see them and feel what it is like to be one of them. I had to know—"

“Step out of the line? Dreams do not belong in the waking world yet you talk about violating the rules so casually,” Morpheus chided her.

“It was not my intention to defy my purpose or you, my lord!”

"Then why did you leave and why did you not return?"

"Because—” Nura quivered and pressed her lips together. She debated with herself about telling him of her true intentions. However, she needed to discuss her reasons with him. Without his permission, she could never return to the waking world and be happy among the humans. 

She sucked a breath through her teeth and spoke, “because I do not wish to return, my lord."

"What?" Dream snapped his head at Nura, his eyebrows raised in shock at her audacity.

Nura scratched her knuckles as her nerves rattled with anxiety. She urged herself to speak the truth and speak it quickly.

"I–I wish to stay in their realm."

The scrunched lines on his face suggested that he was only more and more aggravated by her words.

"What has their realm to offer you that cannot be sought here?"

Nura paused at his question and ground her teeth. She thought of the man, the human who she yearned to stay with, who offered her everything that the realm did not even with all its beauty and treasures. She hated that she had to speak of him with such sourness.

“Answer me!” Dream roared at her.

She flinched and turned her eyes to Lucienne who had her head low with fear as well. There was nothing that she could do to mediate the situation between her and Dream. Nura did not want her to risk her head either.

"Forgive me— my lord. But I— I have fallen in love with a human and I wish to stay with him in their realm."

Lucienne gasped and widened her eyes at Nura.

Morpheus snapped the book shut and placed it on its stack before he turned to her with a frightening frown.

"What did you say?" He demanded.

"I–I'm sorry, my lord, but I love him dearly and I wish to spend my time with him."

"How dare you?" He growled, stomping his feet down the stairs.

The books fell from the vibration of his rage.

Nura stepped back in fear, her eyes tearing up at his reaction. He halted in the middle of the stairwell to look at his librarian.

"Lucienne, leave us alone," he ordered her.

"Yes, sir," Lucienne answered swiftly.

She gave Nura a helpless and sorry glance through her spectacles before she rushed out of the throne room, leaving the runner Dream alone to face the wrath of her Lord.

Nura watched her lord with pleading eyes as she trembled on her spot.

"You wish to stay with him. Are you a fool? Have you forgotten who you are? Have you forgotten who made you?"

"No, my lord! I will always be grateful to you, always in your devotion—but I could not help it—"

"You would refuse your service and break your loyalty to your lord, your creator for a mere mortal."

"My lord,” Nura folded her palms in front of her face, pointing them at him in a prayer for his mercy, “I beg you for your forgiveness. I apologise for this but I wish that you would see that I only act out of love."

"Is your love for that human not a betrayal of me, of your duties?” Dream asked.

His question left her without words.

“Not only have you betrayed me in your actions but also in your heart…and you dare come to my throne room expecting me to spare you for your transgressions."

Tears spilt down her cheeks as she found it difficult to contain them. She touched her quivering lips with her fingers and pressed back her whimpers with them.

"I want you to be merciful," Nura begged in her broken voice.

He stood undeterred by the sight of her tears and pain. There was not even a hint of empathy in his frigid face.

"And I wanted you to be loyal and dutiful. But you are not, so tell me, what shall your punishment be then?"

Nura panicked at the suggestion of punishment. He was not known to be lenient in them. It broke her heart to see him arrive at that conclusion so quickly. She had foolishly expected him to be more considerate of who she was and her dedicated service to him, but he cared none of it.

She thought of Lucienne’s advice and understood that she had to bend to his will to ensure her own safety.

"My lord, you must let me know how I can earn your forgiveness!"

"Defy me and then ask for forgiveness. You disappoint me,” Dream said with a shake of his head. “But before I decide what to do with you, I must see to this human that you have fallen in love with."

Nura widened her eyes at him in horror. Her lover should not have to face the consequences of her actions.

"No! No, there’s no need!" Nura protested.

“And you will not be leaving the Dreaming anymore,” Dream said.

Nura screamed and ran to him to stop him from reaching her beloved, but he was gone in a gust of sand within seconds. She was left with only fear and misery as everything fell apart around her.

With a heavy heart and tearful eyes, she ran to the royal Library to find Lucienne.

“Lucienne! Lucienne! Where are you?” She cried as she sprinted between the shelves searching for a sign of the librarian.

“Nura? What happened?” Lucienne emerged from behind a shelf with multiple books in her hands.

Nura stopped before she would have collided with the woman. She only sobbed when she looked at the librarian who had warned her of such a fate.

“What happened, dear? Where is he?”

Nura’s voice came out as a hitched breath when she tried to speak.

“Oh dear, what has he done? What did he say?” Lucienne inquired.

“Come, sit first,” she said, holding Nura by her arm and dragging her to a nearby table.

Nura let herself be carried along by Lucienne, finding no strength in her body to do anything.

“I think— I think he is going to kill him! My Zak!” Nura spoke in panic as she sank on a chair. “And I cannot leave, you have to do something, please help me!”

Lucienne rubbed her arm to soothe her.

“I doubt that he would punish someone else for your mistakes, Nu,” she said.

“But he said so! He said that he will see to him!”

“Perhaps in other ways. I do not believe that he would kill him. Not when he is not the one responsible. He might have meant something less, but even so, unfortunately, I cannot help you.”

“I know,” Nura sniffled.

She lowered her eyes to her lap and hoped that Dream would not hurt her lover in any way. The Dream King could not be so cruel and unjust. And if he was, she had to blame herself for endangering her Zak.

“There is nothing I can do either. I thought he would forgive, but he is so heartless. How can he do this to me?”

“He is our lord, our King and our Creator,” Lucienne said as she patted her back softly.

“And, Nu, as much as I care for you, I cannot entirely support what you have done and intended to do. It is true that you are an entity of the Dreaming and you cannot remain in the waking world. It’s not right.”

“It’s not fair!” Nura slapped a hand on the table. “He can take lovers, can’t he? Then why can’t I?”

“Well, that has not ended well for him either, has it? You can’t fall in love with a mortal, my dear,” Lucienne insisted.

“That’s not in my control!” Nura reverted.

She was a Dream, a creation of Morpheus, but she still felt for the humans, she did have strivings of her own. When she found herself getting lost in the lovely dreams of Zak, she had not intended to defy or offend Morpheus. She had only wanted to make her own dreams come true.

“I wish that he had never given me the ability to think or feel for myself. He could have made us be just puppets who dance on his whim.”

“It is not only that you know, Nura…you’re special to him,” Lucienne said.

Nura looked at her with puzzlement. 

“How?” She asked

“You’re still here. He hasn’t damned you in any way. Gault did not last this long. You do know that he favours you slightly more than others, he has always been a little more fond of you since your creation,” the librarian told her.

The information only agitated Nura more. She would rather he not care for her and leave her be than be bound by his affection for her.

“And I should feel good about that?” 

Lucienne looked at her and sighed. Nothing was convincing to her, it was much like talking to Dream. 

“I don’t know. But perhaps knowing that you’ve broken his heart more than others by leaving in this manner can help you see what you can do to save yourself from his wrath.”

“What a way to live? Always in fear of him, obeying him always and—”

“As it should be,” his murky voice interrupted your conversation, startling both her and Lucienne at once.

His tall and slender form appeared in front of them. He strolled forward from between the bookshelves, carrying subtle hints of ire and disgust on his face. Nura remained frozen in her seat, but Lucienne walked away quickly, leaving her alone with their unforgiving lord once again.

Dream studied Nura’s tear-stricken face as he approached her. She balled her hands into fists on top of the wooden table and her chest heaved in anxiety and anger at her lord’s actions.

“You should not forget yourself, your duties and your master, Nura,” he told her.

“Did you kill him?” Nura asked.

Dream came to a stop at the edge of the table, staring down at her with dark and icy eyes. Nura did her best to meet them with equal fervour but her will wavered at the intensity of his fury.

"I did not kill him,” he answered.

Relief washed over Nura’s heart at the news and a brief smile appeared on her face. It faded just as quickly as Dream circled to her and removed the chair that was placed between them. Nura jumped up from her seat as he inched closer, wanting desperately to be away from him.

“It is not a mortal's fault that an entity from the Dreaming strayed so disgustingly away from her path and seduced him in a bid to use love as a tool of manipulation for her Lord,” he snarled at her.

His words made her want to shrink in herself and disappear. They made her disgusted in herself as if her love was never pure and was just a tool of deception.  She had not seen it in that way. She had not acknowledged what could be wrong with her actions. Nura had acted out of her curiosity about the humans and her love for one of them, what could be wrong with that?

“No, that wouldn't be fair. However, he would not remember ever seeing you, meeting you or falling in love with you…as it is supposed to be."

Nura gasped at the revelation of what he had done to her lover. He had spoiled everything. Her eyes became full to the brim again, blurring his image to her as she glared at him.

“You’re cruel,” she said.

“I’m not. Not yet,” he replied.

He moved towards her with slow steps. A part of Nura wished to punch him in the face and accept the consequences that would come with it, but the other part was terrified of what her punishment would be. She had not been a rebellious one in spirit ever before and her will was not strong enough for her to openly defy her Master, she was no match for him.

“I’ve yet to decide how to punish you, my Nura,” he said as he cornered her into the wall behind her.

“Should I cast you into the darkness? Should I turn you into a Nightmare?”

Nura mewled at his proposals and the discomforting proximity between them as if being near to him in his rage would be enough for her to burn into flames. His suggestions for her punishment had her shivering even more. She lowered her head and sobbed, not having the courage to look him in the eye. 

“Or should I just uncreate you?”

Nura put a hand over her mouth to muffle her whimper. Dream simply observed her in silence as she crumbled before him. It was impossible for her to even move as her hands brushed against his coat and shirt at every twitch. He had her trapped between himself and the wall and it seemed that he savoured the sheer panic that he created in her with his ideas of her suffering. That was what he wanted, for the defiant to fear him and be reminded of who their Master was.

“Please, let me seek your forgiveness, my lord,” Nura begged.

He gave her no reply. He stood there and bore his eyes into her as she struggled to collect herself. Nura had known of Dream’s ruthlessness, but she had never experienced how utterly cold and harsh he was capable of being, even to those who had been nothing but devoted to him through endless times.

“I can’t yet decide on what I will do to you,” Dream said, finally breaking the painful silence between them.

He took a small step back from her while keeping his eyes pinned on her face. 

“But I will soon. You’re not to leave the Dreaming until then nor indulge with the humans when they visit. And it will do you good to stay out of my sight until I call you,” he said.

Nura watched him in a daze and confusion as he passed his uncertain judgement. She could not make sense of it and he did not provide any clarifications. He only gave her a last glower of repulsion before he stormed out of her sight and out of the library.

While she was relieved that he had left her without delivering a swift punishment, she did not understand the reason behind his decision to make her wait. She wanted to believe that by wanting to keep her out of his sight he was giving her the opportunity to save herself from his wrath. But by forbidding her from leaving the Dreaming and from even performing her duties, he left her with nothing to do but to constantly hide in a realm that belonged to him. Perhaps, that was her punishment, to be trapped without any purpose and be plagued forever with fear.

If it was her punishment, Nura favoured it against the other possibilities that he had presented to her. But she knew that she would eventually come to face her suffering. At least she could still talk to others in the Dreaming and she intended to reach out to Lucienne for comfort and answers. In the realm, the librarian was the only one who could help her through her knowledge and her books. Or so she hoped.

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