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❝baby mine, don't you cry❞ — Richard “Dick” Grayson

The arrival of your first child and the chaotic energy he brings into your life (which is saying a lot, why chaos is a part of you). So imagine the gray hair you obtained thanks to your First Joy.

NOTE:

People forget that as Dick he was a troublesome little shit and he still is. We love him but he is the chaotic son and @igotmessymind agrees with me!!!

This story is part or the BATMOM SCARLET WITCH UNIVERSE that a have create. I hope you enjoy!!!

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

WARNINGS: Dick's parents die; a boy who is very angry with the world; a very stressed new mother (you); Bruce is there, but that's not what this story is about, but he is a good father in this world.

Technically, the first time you met Dick was directly after his parents died, but he wouldn't remember that until he was an adult. And you never counted that as your first interaction with your boy because of the tragedy of the whole scenario.

You and Bruce had gone to the circus that day in the subtlest way a Wayne could go anywhere. It was a date night, one that both of you had recently defined as mandatory every week. First so that Bruce could have a break, and second because that way you guys started spending time together somewhere other than the batcave. Something that, according to Alfred, you both desperately needed as a couple.

You two were in the front row when Mary and John Grayson plummeted to their deaths in the middle of their circus act, leaving a horrified ten-year-old Dick. The boy's scream was something that, even years later, if you closed your eyes, you could still hear with terrifying clarity. Once the tent was evacuated and the crime scene isolated by the GCPD, the newly promoted Captain Jim Gordon arrived and, before you left, he very subtly approached you and your husband. He asked you if you could do something for the child. The forensics team will arrive at any moment now, and they will have to uncover the bodies. Nobody couldn't get Dick to move or to react in any way, and Jim wanted to spare the boy seeing his parents like this more than he already had.

Jim had been aware of your and your husband's identities for a while, so the request didn't surprise you. To the contrary, you quickly agreed. He took you back to the tent. Dick had been lowered from the platform, but he remained curled up in a ball on the floor, next to where the bodies of his parents were covered in white sheets, which were turning redder from day to day. Little with each passing moment. You approached him, with the most delicate step possible, and placed a hand on his hundred, entering his mind gently and gently guiding his consciousness out of the shock of the situation. It was superficial magic that didn't get you into the boy's mind very much, just enough to help him and not force him. In a few seconds the boy's head snapped up, and you let Jim quickly take control of the situation, allowing one of his detectives to guide you back out of the closed area, then back to your husband. 

You had to help your husband out of his own shock that same night, forcing him to stay home and not go out as Batman, without accepting any complaints. Alfred helped, agreeing with the idea immediately. The death of the Grayson's in front of his own son was something that came very close to Bruce's heart, too many buried memories that arose uncontrollably.

The first official meeting that both of you remember is almost two weeks later. After you and Bruce had decided to take care of little Dick into your own hands. All because you find out how the boy kept sneaking out of the houses where the state put him at least once a day since that fateful night.

“Dick, this is my beautiful wife, y/n Wayne” Bruce introduced them both that day when the boy arrived with his suitcase and his eyes wide open, surprised by all the luxury that Wayne Manor represents. Smile at yourself and look briefly at your husband in reproach for his choice of words. He just shrugged, not at all sorry for his words. It's the truth. You ARE beautiful, and you are MY wife, he thought in his defence, knowing you would listen. You rolled your eyes and returned your attention to the child between the two of you.

“It's a pleasure, Mr. Wayne” The boy said suspiciously, but politely, not believing how good the situation looked for him and not trusting you or your husband at all.

“It's nice to meet you too, Dick” you told him, smiling sweetly “No need to be so formal, just call me y/n, it's fine”

Dick's mind couldn't stop thinking about how pretty you were. The way you were sweet in that first meeting was bittersweet for him, because he reminded him of his own mother, of that affection that she used to give him and that he would never receive from her anymore.

“Lunch is almost done” you tell him as you lean a little more towards Bruce for support, “Are you hungry?. Alfred prepared a buffet just to welcome you” you explained trying to push those thoughts away for now, you desperately wanted him to feel good and comfortable there.

“Alfred?” the boy asked, confused.

“Our butler” Bruce explained 

“He's more like family than anything” you clarified, “Like a grumpy grandpa who won't let you touch the stove without breathing over your shoulder” you teased a bit.

“Did he say my name, Mistress y/n?” said the aforementioned, coming from the kitchen and looking at you accusingly.

“No, not at all” you denied it and Dick couldn't help but smile a little at the mischief, to which you winked at him and offered your hand.

“Come on, let me show you the dining room” you invited him and the boy left your hand dangling for a moment, thinking about his next move. But, since you didn't stop smiling or offering him your hand, Dick decided to take it last, mainly because he was hungry.

Dick let you guide him, serve him food. He talked to you a bit during the meal until Bruce had to go to Wayne Enterprises for a meeting, then you showed him the mansion and his room. You promised him that you would go shopping this week to decorate it to his liking so that he would feel more comfortable.

During that week was the honeymoon phase.

The social worker you and Bruce had meetings with before Dick arrived explained about the phase. It's when everything seems perfect and the child shares his best manners. Either out of fear of how you would react. Or hoping to see how long your stay in the house would last, if it's worth getting used to or not. But the act would end sooner or later.

And it was exactly one week later (a Tuesday to be exact), the day after Dick started attending his new school, that the boy act ended and the adjustment phase officially began.

“This stage is the most difficult, so I need you to be prepared for it, especially in a case like Richard's” the social worker explained to both of you with seriousness. You had taken every word she gave you with like it was the bible, but at the end you still weren't ready when it started and everything that happened hit you like a truck.

You were in your studio in downtown Gotham, having a meeting with the designers who work with you and discussing that winter's new clothing collection for the brand. When Nina, your personal assistant, enters the office after timidly knocking on the door with a worried face.

“Mrs. Wayne” she called out to you, to which you look at her, smiling kindly upon seeing her “I know that you asked me not to bother you unless it was an emergency” she said, remembering what you had told her, you frowned immediately worried, because Nina was extremely effective and if she was there it was because it was genuinely an emergency “Gotham Academy is on call, it's about your son” she told you, and you immediately called off the meeting before leaving on the phone.

It turned out that not only had the school called, but GCPD had called Bruce around the same time.  Dick, your only ten-year-old boy, had run away from school and ended up being found in Crime Alley by an officer who recognised him from the news.  The officer in turn informed Jim Gordon, knowing the proximity to the Wayne's, and he gave the order to bring the boy to his office in the centre of the city, to then call your husband.  You never knew what god to thank for Dick that would have been found by one of the few good cops in Gotham, but you did anyway.

“What is he thinking?” you asked worriedly while talking on the phone with Bruce, already on your way to the police station, with Alfred driving, “Anything could have happened to him.  If he didn't want to go to school he could have said, he insisted on starting this week, I don't understand!-” you stopped, passing your hand over your eyes and sighing heavily.

“That was probably the point, love” Bruce said softly. “He wanted you to leave him at school and not think about the matter anymore.  It is likely that his plan would have always been to escape, surely he would have done the same yesterday if he had not been assigned a partner for his first day” he explained to you, his voice accompanied by the movement of papers on the desk in his own office.

The day before, which had been Dick's first day of school since the death of his parents, the school had assigned one of its older students to guide him on that day, so he had been watched all day. But that day had been different, and your son had gotten up in the bathroom in the middle of the first class, and had not returned to the classroom. So the school had called you when they realised the boy was missing.  And Jim had called Bruce shortly after when the patrolman found him. And Dick had taken a cab to Crime Alley, of all the places.

“He's safe, you need to calm down, love” Bruce continued, getting up from his desk, to walk up to the large windows in his office and look out over the city, as if he could see you from the top of Wayne Tower “We'll talk to him when he gets home, before dinner, but upsetting you like that won't help” he advised you, even though he was just as worried about what had happened.

“Alright, alright” you whispered while taking a deep breath.

At the door of the police station you were met by a uniform who was waiting for Jim's orders, who took you to the captain's office where, sitting with his head down and his arms crossed tightly across his chest, you found Dick. 

“Richard Grayson” you started in a stern tone, walking towards him and crouching down in front of him, to check that he wasn't hurt. “¿What were you thinking?¿Why do you think of getting in Crime Alley alone?” you asked calmly but firmly, looking at me as the boy avoided returning the gesture “Dick, look at me” you insisted, looking for his gaze, but the boy continued to refuse, almost tempted to close his eyes to make his denial clear. 

“Mrs. Wayne” Captain Gordon called to you from his desk, where he had been watching the interaction, and you quickly stood up to greet him.

“Jim, you don't know how much I appreciate you for this. I almost had a heart attack when the school called me to say that Dick was missing” you told him as you shook his hand. 

“Don't worry, your boy was just taking a walk, a bit of a dangerous adventure, but he came out without a scratch” he reassured you while looking at the crestfallen boy sitting next to you, and he did not miss the way your hand trembled slightly “Gomez” the officer who had brought you to the door looked at his boss ready to receive his order “Why don't you take little Dick to get something to eat from the vending machine down the hall?” and his question didn't need an answer. Dick left with Officer Gomez without saying a word, as you watched his back walk away through the glass in the office door.

“Y/n, please, sit down” Jim asked as he approached one of the chairs on the guest side of his desk, sitting down across from you immediately after you did.

“I'm sorry, I just-” You tried to apologise for how upset you were, but the man stopped you with an understanding smile.

“Don't worry, y/n. I was close to an aneurysm the first time my Barbs ran away from school” he told you trying to calm you down, to which you giggled at the thought of the adorable red-haired little girl who was the only daughter of the Gordon family.

“They start younger and younger” you plead, with a mixture of amusement and concern looking at the older man.

“Well this is Gotham, our kids have to grow up faster than others” he explained to you, while he served a glass of water from the jug that he had on his desk “Your butler had the same reaction when I found your husband walking in the same place years ago, shortly after the death of Thomas and Martha” he remembered, offering you the glass, which you accepted with anguish.

“God, he already acts like Bruce, and he hasn't even been with us for two weeks” you lamented, to which Jim couldn't help but chuckle a bit at your concern.

“Welcome to parenthood, your heart gets used to it sooner or later” he comforted you, running his hand down your back reassuringly.

Things got worse before they got better. Dick started running away not only from school, but from home, and he started yelling at you at unexpected times. There was no way for you to figure out what was making him mad because it was different what you did or didn't do every time he started his tantrum.

That was the case for more than two months after the first incident. Alfred told you that Bruce had been the same for a full year after his parents died. Bruce told you it wasn't your fault, despite what the kid was yelling at YOU all the time. But you could do more than feel guilty. You didn't want to fix things with your magic. When you retired you decided that your life could not be what you did with your power, it was more than just your power, and it was time to start accepting it, enjoying it. But you don't know how to help him without that power, either, at least not in a very deep way. So you did the only thing you could think of, you kept offering your hand to little Dickie, even though half the time he seemed to want to bite his hand.

It all came to a head one afternoon after you brought a very angry Dick to Wayne Manor from school. Gotham Academy had called you to talk after he tried to escape again. They informed you that maybe it was time for you and Bruce to look for another school for the boy, since his behaviour was not appropriate for the establishment.

“Dick, we need to talk” you called out to the boy, seeing him run towards the stairs as soon as you closed the front door. Alfred was shopping for dinner and Bruce was at League HQ, so you were the only one to argue with the kid that day “Dick Grayson, come back here, we're going to have a talk about this sooner or later” you said, going after the boy with a calm step, but Dick heard you coming and ran to his room at the moment he made the second floor of the house, slamming the door shut before you managed to finish climbing the stairs.

You sighed heavily as you stopped at the sound of the door slamming. You wanted desperately to go into the room and demand that the boy tell you what was bothering him so much, you wanted desperately to fix whatever was bothering him so much. But you knew you couldn't really fix the source of his problems, even if you had the magical potential to do so. You learned long ago that death is something even you must let take its course, for the sake of the very existence of the whole. You also didn't want to enter the boy's mind with magic, it wouldn't be fair to him to do that, so your options were limited at the end of the day. So you stood there, helpless.

You were having a hard time, not because you didn't want the task of taking care of Dick, but because it was a mixture of situations that seemed unfair to you. First the poor boy lost his parents together in front of his eyes, and he did so after the death of the Scarlet Witch, after you decided it was better to start a life without the chaos magic that characterised you. If the boy had crossed your path a couple of years earlier, neither Mary nor John had fallen to their deaths that day, you would have stopped it right there in that tent of the circus without much thought. But it hadn't been.

Although, you didn't need to read his mind to know one thing: Dick hated you. Totally and intensely. He had made it clear to you on more than one occasion.

And yes, he did. Dick hated everything about you. He hated the way you made his room look like the ideal in his mind of what he wanted. How you personally prepared his lunches for school. How you wore it and personally attracted you everywhere. How you smile with affection, how you patiently accept every insult and scream. I also hated how you tried so hard that he wouldn't notice that Bruce wasn't there much. Or how you always found him when he got lost in the halls. Also, when you brought him cookies and hot chocolate when he couldn't sleep, even though sugar didn't really help him sleep at all. He only made him happy for a while.

Why couldn't you be like the wicked stepmothers of the stories? 

It would be easier for him.

He hated the way you loved him, because it made him want his mom back, and it made him remember that she was gone, it made him want to accept you and Bruce as his family too. But he didn't need a new family. He necessitated his family, his parents, and his circus friends. He wanted his life back.

He hated you. He hated you. He hated you.

Dick curled up on the bed, with the blankets you personally picked out with him, which were Superman, and hid his head on the pillow. There he remained. At eleven years old, Dick had never been the type to be capricious or suspicious. His parents had always taken pride in saying that his son was very well-behaved and fit in wherever they went with the show. But now he just wanted to hate and never stop doing it, he didn't want anything else because the world was cruel, and it didn't deserve more than his hate. You didn't deserve more than that for being so good that it made him want to feel like before, and it pulled his mind to a better place every time you caressed his hair lovingly and made him feel at home.

That night, after eating the sandwich that Alfred had kindly given him when he refused to come down for dinner, he went to sleep without expecting you to come and say good night, as you had done since he arrived at the mansion. Usually, he didn't go to sleep easily, but his desire to avoid you overcame the fear of his nightmares, so he quickly fell asleep.

You arrived after he began to snore softly, already sunk in sleep. You entered, opening the door as quietly as possible, to see him spread out on his bed, with his pyjamas on, and the sheets almost falling off the bed due to his movements. Likewise, you couldn't help but feel the tenderness warm your heart, thinking to yourself that this should be a good step on the right path, because the boy hadn't slept well since he arrived at the mansion and since before, according to the reports of the social worker. So that he was sleeping at that time was good. You took victory silently and closed the door to the room, using the surface of your powers to close the curtains that let the moonlight into the room before walking away. 

You went down to the cave after that, where Bruce was getting ready to go out for the night.

“How is he?” he asked while putting on his gloves, as soon as he heard you walking out of the elevator.

“He's asleep” you told him with a big smile, happy for the small victory.

“Really?” Bruce asked, pleasantly surprised.

“Yes” you answer, reaching her side, unable to contain the smile of happiness, for that reason “I know it's not much considering what happened today-” you started, but your husband stopped you by placing his hands on your cheeks affectionately.

“It's a good thing” he assured you, smiling at you, and you kissed his lips lightly “We still need to talk to him tomorrow though” Bruce said, gently breaking your bubble, to which you sighed.

“If it makes you feel any better, Mistress y/n” Alfred began from the chair in front of the batcomputer “I could make you a list of the number of private schools Master Bruce was expelled from before he finally calmed down” he offered to what Bruce rolled his eyes in amusement “It's including Gotham Academy, of course” he clarified with amusement.

The night passed as normally as it could. But around one in the morning you went upstairs to check on Dick, as you always did at night when you stayed in the cave. It was the third time you'd checked, and he'd been fine the first two times, having started snoring louder on each visit.

So you expected to hear the boy snoring when you reached the hallway of his room, instead, you were met with crying. You stopped in place for a moment, because it was the first time you had heard Dick cry since he had arrived at the mansion.

“Mama” the boy cried, half awake and half asleep, “Mama” kept calling between sobs that shook her little body violently.

The most instinctive part of you walked quickly towards the door with a soft step, but the same logic made you stop at the door before even touching the handle, apart from that he told you that the boy was calling for his mom, for Mary. Not for you, he didn't want you. And for a moment you decided that you would not go in, and we let him cry all he needed, and tomorrow you would try to get him to talk about it. It might be a good time to suggest therapy. Yes, that was the best option and the best way to handle the situation.

“Mom, mom” you heard. Now fully awake, Dick continued to sob with his broken heart, and he broke yours with the sound of his cracking voice. So the institute won.

You walked into the room ready to be yelled at almost immediately. But you did it anyway, sure-footed and ready to do whatever it took to make your precious boy stop suffering once and for all. You knew that that would never leave him, but you would still try.

“Dickie, baby” you said as you approached the bed, to sit on the edge of the mattress next to him, running a hand over his back as he continued to cry and sobbed loudly “My joy, it's okay, you're-” and then the force of the child colliding with your chest stopped you.

In the time Dick had been there, he had never allowed you or Bruce or Alfred to get any closer than to hold his hand or stroke his hair. So when the boy threw himself at you crying and hugging your waist as if his life depended on it, he surprised you. He was hugging you as if he was afraid that you would disappear from one second to the next (theoretically you could do that, it was part of your powers, but that wasn't what the boy was afraid of). He sobbed into your chest as his knuckles turned white from clinging to you.

“It's okay, my joy” you comforted him, hugging him back and kissing his hair “Everything will be alright” you promised him, not quite sure what else to say to make him feel better and hugging him tighter to match his strength, so he would understand that you won't be leaving soon

“I want my mum” the boy sobbed, not with an internal intention to hurt you, but as if asking you to do something. You were an adult, you could fix anything, that's what adults do, and the ten-year-old was practically begging you desperately for a solution as he felt.

“Oh, I know, Dickie. I know” you said hugging him tighter “I'm so sorry, baby” you apologised, feeling bad for having no more than words to handle the situation, knowing that nothing will bring that child back to his parents, no matter how much you want to make it happen for him.

You would do anything for that boy. You would destroy yourself, and you would build yourself up again. Not only that, but you would empty out entire universes and kill God himself if necessary. But for now, you just held him while he cried, while he called out to a mother who lay twenty feet under. You knew, at that moment, that there would never be anything you wouldn't do for that boy. And Dick decided that night that maybe you weren't so bad.

Dick Grayson couldn't believe he was standing in the Batcave. He also couldn't believe his adoptive father was Batman. Now he understood why he was always missing for so long, it wasn't that Bruce was ignoring him, it was that he was down there, being a hero for Gotham City. His mind was racing as he walked around the place asking your husband questions and inspecting every nook, artefact, and blemish he found in the place. You and Bruce watched him from a distance, grinning like fools at the uncontrollable excitement of the boy who had long felt like he was your own.

“This is AMAZING” Dick would say whenever something particularly struck him, which means he said it every few seconds.

“See, he told you he would be excited” you told your husband while you took his hand, he smiled at you and brought your clasped hands to his lips to kiss your knuckles affectionately. A silent way of telling you: You were right, love.

“WOW” exclaimed the boy, he was now standing on the platform where the different suits that your husband had used as Batman are displayed “With all due respect, Bruce, but it's good that you left behind the combination of purple and yellow, it was too much” the boy scoffed, pointing at the first suit on display behind him.

“It was the eighties” your husband defended himself with a grimace, rolling his eyes at how similar the comment was to the one you had made the first time you set foot in the cave several years ago. You just laughed as you looked at him, happily remembering that moment.

“Purple looks amazing on you, my love” you assured him, caressing his cheek with your free hand. “Very intimidating” you said, to which both you and Dick chuckled, while Bruce continued to regret his fashion decisions.

“I tried to talk him out of it, Master Dick” Alfred commented, joining the bandwagon of teasing Bruce about his old fashion decisions. “But he insisted,” he shrugged gracefully.

“Okay, I'm going to throw him out of my cave if you don't leave my purple suit alone” Bruce complained, to which you and Dick shared an amused look before the boy returned his attention to the suits on display. Alfred smiled as he watched you kiss your husband in compensation, earning me a goofy smile from him, the one the butler had seen a lot since you two got married.

“HOLY SHIT” Dick suddenly exclaimed, to which you and Bruce turned to look at him wearing it, your husband ready to spring into action at your son's exclamation “You've got the Scarlet Witch suit here!!” the boy exclaimed excitedly, looking at your husband in disbelief before running to stand in front of the glass where your old suit is on display. Well, the word suit was an understatement, because it was a red bodysuit, with a belt, the cape, and high boots. An outfit that was not the best choice for fighting, but you never question it too much, because you were always comfortable in yourself and in that outfit, too.

Bruce and you shared a look. It was time to drop the second bomb on the boy. Now you were the one worried about her reaction.

“How did you get it?” Dick asked excitedly, his nose glued to the glass, pawing it with his breath “I thought the Justice League couldn't get her body back from the Dimension of the Damned after she closed the portal to save us” he said, thinking aloud, while analysing the garment.

Up close, he could see the details of the fabric, the way the cloak had a texture and wasn't smooth as it seemed watching it from the television. It was as if magic was embedded in the fabric, and it moved even when she was still on the mannequin. The boy was fascinated, definitely marking this as the best day of his life.

“Well that's true. The League was unable to recover her body after she closed the portal” explained Bruce, as he hugged your waist, pressing his fingers against you at the memory of those events that still haunt him “But the suit is here for its protection, nothing more, it still belongs to its owner” Bruce finished, letting the boy think a little about his words.

“Wait,” Dick said, frowning and turning away from the video, to walk to the railing of the platform. And how do you have it, if she never left the Dimension of the Damned?” the boy frowned, thinking hard that how could it be that this was the original costume.

“It's more like early retirement than death” Dick jumped in place when you appeared next to him, speaking sweetly to him “But yes, the Scarlet Witch never made it out of the Dimension of the Damned” you explained to him, while you crouch in front of him, the boy turned to face you still confused by what he was saying “Dick, do you remember that we told you that we had to tell you a couple of things?” you asked him and the boy quickly nodded “Well first we wanted to tell you that Bruce is Batman, as you already deduced” you pointed to your husband on the lowest platform “And the other one is that I'm-” Before you could say more, Dick squealed with excitement again.

“YOU ARE THE SCARLET WITCH, HOLY FUCK!!” the boy yelled with his eyes as wide as his eyelids would allow.

“Language, Master Dick” Alfred scolded absently from below.

“OH-MY-GOD” The boy yelled again, looking at me as if you were hanging the stars from the sky, throwing himself on you, hugging you with his arms around your neck “I knew you weren't dead, I argued every day with my friends about this, it didn't make sense for YOU to die just like that, no amount of spawn could kill the Scarlet Witch, it's absurd-” The boy began to ramble as you picked him up in your arms, he hug your hips with his legs intuitively, and you walked down with him in your arms. Smiling softly at the boy's excitement, it was Bruce's turn to give you the Told you so look “This is the BEST day of my life” Dick finished his ramblings as you pulled up next to Bruce, with him still sitting on your hip, and proceeded to grab your husband's neck and hug you both tight. The pull made your husband laugh at the boy's sudden outburst. “My parents are the coolest people on the planet next to Superman, this is the best” the boy declared proudly, ignoring the surprised looks you and Bruce shared immediately after that.

It was the first time his parents had called you, and Dick didn't even think about it much longer, it came out of him so naturally that you two didn't say anything else either. You were mom after that and Bruce was dad, as if the boy had forgotten how to say his name from one moment to the next. And he did it with the greatest happiness in the world.

That night, after Bruce went out on patrol, and you dragged a still very excited Dick to bed, as you tucked him into bed, tucking the covers over him, your son's face suddenly scrunched up at a particular thought.

“What's up, Dikie?” you asked, as you ran your hand over her forehead, concerned at the sudden change in expression.

“Weren't Batman and the Scarlet Witch supposed to hate each other?” he asked you confused, looking down with his head tilted from his pillow.

You laughed, relieved and amused by the question.

“That, my boy, is a story for another day”

And that was it.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A small collection of stories like Batmom! Scarlet Witch as a mother for het children unintentionally but not by accident, and how it started.

Being a member of the Wayne family comes with its quirks. Being Bruce Wayne's wife has twice the quirks when you consider your husband's nocturnal activities, and it's this second category of quirks that usually concerns you the most. Or at least that's what you thought would happen when you married him. But it turns out that being a retired vigilante yourself and already knowing everything that Bruce was Batman implied, it turned out that the other side of the coin was the one that began to bother you the most.

¿Your husband goes out every night dressed as a giant bat and comes back just before the sun rises? No problem, you handled that like a champ. 

¿The city press, who are desperate to know about the woman who finally put Gotham's prodigal son off the market and how the marriage goes every moment of every day?. Yeah, you hadn't been ready for that.

Over the years you got used to the drama and the questions, it helped that you could read their minds before they asked the question for your response planning. But there was one question that haunted you from the first official gala you and Bruce attended after the wedding (which was less than two weeks after the wedding, by the way): ¿When are you going to be pregnant? ¿When do you plan to have a child? ¿Can we soon expect ball gowns to become looser soon for a bulging belly with a Wayne heir?

And so for infinity.

The answer had been maybe or someday, considering that they were both of you still young and in no rush. In truth, tho, you two had never really considered the possibility of having children. Bruce didn't feel fit to be a father for many reasons. And the possibility of you passing your powers to a biological child was too high to risk. So it was never a card on the table to have children together when you got married, and you both were fine with that. There were talks about adopting as a possibility, but far in the future, like it was almost like a fantasy you two knew that would probably never happen anyway.

But then, things happened…

ACT ONE: a boys tale.

chapter one is Richard “Dick” Grayson

chapter two....... (coming soon)

chapter three....... (coming soon)

chapter four....... (coming soon)

ACT TWO: is a girls world.

chapter five....... (coming soon)

chapter six....... (coming soon)

chapter seven....... (coming soon)

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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...

𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰.

Summary: In the late 1980s and early 1990s as they prepare for the eldest child's departure for college, the family finds themselves living for the first time without their beloved butler who has been forced to take time out due to an family emergency.  The only problem is that Dick mistrusting to every word I'm saying...

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 (you are there) - more coming soon.

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Note: Hello, I hope you are fine. I want to apologize for the delay of this new chapter, I finally started college in person and had to move, in addition the coexistence with my classmates has proven to be problematic and I had family problems, so everything has been a disaster and i did not have time to sit down and write an appropriate chapter.

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You were walking down the stairs carrying a box with the word «books» written on the front for the audience to see, and near the door a couple more boxes labeled with different names. You put the box you had brought next to the others and sighed before passing your hand over your forehead pretending to dry the sweat.

“One less box” you commented out loud as Dick appeared behind you through the kitchen with a frown, the boy looked around skeptically, he was eighteen now “There are ten more to go” your final sentence, and you turned to jump in your place when seeing your son behind you. He wasn't supposed to be on the scene yet. But you quickly recovered and you have kept the character “Dickie, honey, I did not hear you come in” you said, reproaching him a little.

“What is this?” he said pointing to the pile of boxes, while you stood facing each other, making it clear to both of you that he was already taller than you, almost half a head ahead.

“Well, I decided to start bringing your boxes to this floor, so when your friends arrive they just have to put them in the trunk ready for their trip” you said waving a hand to play down the situation (nothing was out of place and nothing was weird) But Dick wasn't satisfied with your answer, the pieces were no longer fitting perfectly in his mind, and what had been anger and frustration yesterday at his teenage hormones was now confusion and worry.

“But why do I need boxes? Mom, what friends-” His words were cut short by Jason, stomping down the stairs, interrupting the unscripted moment to your relief. When Dick looked at his brother, he wasn't surprised at his appearance, he realized that unlike the first time he saw him this week, the now thirteen year old boy looked familiar. That feeling of relief quickly turned into one of anguish as he watched as Jay walked over and stood between them, forming a kind of triangle. What had happened? he wondered.

“Now that you're going off to college, you'll lend me your comics, right?” he asked, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans “You won't need them while they're out doing boring adult things” the boy mocked to which Dick couldn't help but laugh out loud.

“So you can sell them for a few bucks and buy yourself a new skateboard?” Dick asked him, raising an eyebrow “Don't even dream about it” he refused, smiling, almost ignoring his doubts as he interacted with Jason. Why? he wondered.

“¡Oh, come on!” the teen complained “Don't be a dick, Dick” he scoffed back.

“Jason” you scolded him calmly and without avoiding smiling.

“¿What?” your youngest son asked defensively “That's his name” he shrugged and smiled at you “Let's have breakfast” he said and the three of them went to the kitchen.

“Why do you want to sell my comics?” Dick asked puzzled, as the three entered the room “Just ask dad for a new skateboard, it's not like we're short of cash” he said sitting in one of the chairs around the counter while you magically organized breakfast and served yourself coffee in a cup at the same time.

“I want to start fending for myself and getting my own shit” Jason explained, sitting next to him, watching as the fresh toast flew towards them and pulling one out of the basket.

“Sure” said Dick incredulously “You stand on your own and get your own stuff selling MY comics. That makes a lot of sense” Dick exclaimed sarcastically, as he looked at the coffee, pouring itself into his cup in front of him. While you were making pancakes for the four of us.

“They won't be YOUR comics if you leave them to me” Jason explained raising a hand to his forehead and pointing to his temple “You have to work smarter not harder, Diky-boy” Jason bit into his toast, but Dick's back stiffened as if I just dumped a bucket of water on him. You noticed it.

“What did you call me?” Dick asked, confused, he had heard that before.

“Dicky-boy” Jason repeated casually, obviously not realizing what he had done and calmly eating his breakfast. Dick remembered that nickname, but he didn't know from where, he just didn't like hearing it from his brother's mouth.

“Do not call me that way!” he demanded sharply, causing you to immediately turn around with a plate of pancakes in hand.

“Richard” you quickly fooled him, Dick looked at you and saw in your eyes a silent plea to let it go, Jason didn't know, to which the older boy quickly relaxed and let it go. Jason doesn't know, he thought “Here, Jaybird, have some pancakes” you said to your confused youngest son, who had been taken aback by his older brother's aggressive outburst “Let me get you the honey” you said, putting the plate in front of him and turning around to search the refrigerator.

Jason wasn't stupid, he noticed Dick's sudden change in attitude, from the day before, or rather since the Talent Show a few days ago, as if he distrusted everything he saw, as if he distrusted you, what it did not make sense. Why would Dick distrust you?, he wondered as he looked at his pancakes.

DING DONG.

The doorbell interrupted the thoughts of both brothers, snapping them out of their questions and concerns, just in time as you had planned. You smiled happily at that, it was time the boys had someone else to spend time with, especially now that Dick was off to college.

“Are we waiting for someone?” Jason asked.

“Is it Alfred?” Dick asked, always asking the questions you didn't need him to ask.

“It's a pizza?” Jason asked excitedly.

“Why would it be a pizza, we haven't even finished breakfast yet?” Dick asked, looking at him, somewhat amused by the question.

“We could have pancakes and pizza for breakfast, duh” explained the younger with confidence in his logic, Dick laughed at that and you did too.

“No, it's not a pizza” you explained, smiling at the lightness of the atmosphere “It's a surprise, follow me” you said.

The three of them walked to the door, through the decorative glass they could see the silhouette of someone, no taller than Jason, but they couldn't see his features or guess who it was. It definitely wasn't Bruce, because his shadow would occupy the entire door, and he wouldn't ring the doorbell, his father had keys.

“As you have been complaining all week that you're going to be bored without Dick here, I decided to invite someone to spend a couple of weeks here with us” you said, approaching the door and opening it to reveal the special guest.

A thirteen-year-old Roy Harper stood in the doorway smiling, a suitcase at his side and a bag slung over his shoulder.

“What's up, dude?” he smiled, his audience applauded in excitement.

“Roy” greeted Jason happily, going over to his best friend and greeting him with a complex handshake “This gonna be sick!!” he exclaimed happily as he finished with the greeting.

“Without a doubt” agreed the redhead, taking his things and leaving them next to the door “Thanks for having me, Mrs. Wayne” the boy began kindly while looking at you “And I must give him an award for convincing my father to let me come, usually he doesn't let me travel that far alone, but this time he just agreed and brought me” the boy explained excitedly, to which I smiled and shrugged.

“What can I say?” you raised your hand. “I am a very persuasive woman.” You laughed. “Now let's go to the kitchen, there are packages ready for everyone” I said pointing in the direction of the kitchen. Jason and Roy quickly made their way to the spot, but when you were about to follow them, Dick grabbed your arm to stop you and came over to speak quietly.

“Did you manipulate Roy's father's mind?” he asked, to which you cringed a little and gave him a look accepting the accusation “Mama!!” exclaimed Dick surprised “You're not supposed to use your powers on people in the city, we're supposed to go unnoticed” he explained, looking at you as if he was seeing you for the first time, but you decided to dismiss it as his surprise at the situation, after all you hadn't done something like that since they had moved to the city.

“Dick, don't worry” you said calmly as you put your hands on his shoulders, looking up at him a bit “Oliver, he doesn't even live near the city” you laughed nonchalantly “Besides it wasn't anything big, just a little help to to let the boy have a little fun, you know how he is” you explained and left behind the children, before disappearing from the scene turning to look at him “Are you coming?” you smiled at him.

Dick looked at you for a moment, that smile that usually caused him to calm down and remember how much he adored you, now told him that there was something wrong in the house, so he made a quick decision.

“I'll go to my room” he said before leaving the room before you can stop him.

“Dickie-” he was gone before you finished calling him, you wanted to follow him to stop him and tell him to come spend time with everything together, but you decided that it didn't matter how hard you tried. He was no longer a child after all.

Later in the day, Roy and Jason were standing in front of the kitchen sink, which they had filled with water and bubbles. They were both struggling with the small four-legged creature, a German shepherd puppy, whose dirt was now peeling off thanks to the water, but his restless energy caused everything around him to fill with water.

“God, stay still, Buddy” Jason groaned, tucking the pup back into the sink when he saw him try to climb out of the water again.

“I don't like baths either, but this is ridiculous” complained Roy with his wet shirt and bubbles in his hair as he also tried to keep the puppy in place still.

“Jason, Ray!!” You called from outside the kitchen.

“Oh shit” Jason exclaimed upon hearing you.

“Are you in the kitchen?” you asked approaching the door, to which they turned around in their places to receive you, when you entered the room you sighed in relief and rested your arms on your hips “You know, I don't miss the complaints but Jezz Louise, did you have to disappear like that all the time?” you sighed “You two never stay put” you complained looking at them carefully for the first time since you entered: Jason and Roy are forced to smile in front of the sink, incredibly still and trying to look as innocent as possible, which was suspicious “Unless you´re innocently forming a human wall in front of the kitchen sink” point suspiciously approaching them.

SNEEZE.

“Bless you” you said automatically.

“Thank you” “Thank you” they both replied at the same time still wanting to keep their cover.

WOFF

“Now tell me which one of you just barked?” you asked seriously, the boys looked at each other in resignation, they had been discovered "Move" you motioned for them to move, revealing the puppy all wet and full of bubbles, in your sink which was now a mess “Oh boy” you exclaimed “Waiter, what's this canine doing in my kitchen sink?” you asked, turning me around to face the tweens.

“Learn to swim doggy style” Roy declared jokingly, to the audience laughing, but Jason nudged him.

“Can I keep it, mom?” Jason asked, making puppy dog eyes, a skill that despite his age he hadn't lost and was still very effective with you.

“Jay, I'm sure his owners are looking for him and they miss him” you said as you took a dishcloth out of one of the drawers to use as a towel for the little pup, you took it out and held it in your arms, taking a closer look “Huh. There really is no collar” you pointed out aloud when you saw that the animal had no way of identifying it.

“Please, mom” Jason continued to ask as you walked away from the sink with the dog in hand.

“The poor thing was crying in the woods, alone and abandoned, Mrs. Wayne” Roy pointed out, following behind you and Jason.

“Taking care of a living thing is a big responsibility, Jason, I think you're old enough to understand that. Right?” you looked at your eldest son.

“I totally get it, Mom” Jason assured confidently “And I'll take 100% responsibility for Buddy and his care” he smiled proudly.

“Buddy need food, exercise, training” you stroked the animal's head, which was trying to climb up to your face to lick you “Belly rubs, and cuddles” you let the animal come closer to lick your nose “and kisses between his little ears” you had distracted playing a little with the animal.

"Mom, where is-?" Dick burst into the kitchen with the intention of talking to you urgently, but he stopped suddenly when he saw the animal in your arms “Well, hello, unfamiliar weth animal” he said approaching you to run his hand over the puppy's head, you chuckle at that “Who's this?” he asked you to turn away to look at Jason and Roy, immediately assuming they had something to do with this.

“We're not quite sure, actually” you confessed leaving the animal back in Jason's arms “What did you want, honey?” you asked, to which Dick frowned at the strangeness of the sensation.

“Well, I was looking for my room and found…” he looked down and was now holding a small wooden dog house by the handle “Exactly the item we require” he said slowly, totally taken aback by the timing of events and the mysterious appearance.

“Well, I think it's a good time to name the new member of the family then” you said cheerfully as Dick put the house down and looked around strangely, realizing that no one seemed to have noticed the sudden nonsensical appreciation, successfully distracting everyone (including him) from the real reason he had been looking for you.

"His name is Buddy," Jason said happily.

“And I'm his proud uncle” said Roy, taking the animal out of his arms with a dramatic scowl on his face, he kissed the animal's nose and he was happily licking it in response.

“Well, should we make it official?” you asked, laughing at your son's happiness.

You raised your hand in the air as if to flatter, then moved your hand to make a red collar with a paw-shaped dog tag engraved with Buddy's name. Dick was stunned.

“Here you are” you said to the children while giving them the collar to put on the dog.

"Mama" Dick called, approaching you, clearly shocked.

"Hmm?" you turned to look at him, confused by his attitude.

“Roy is right there!” he points out to the redheaded boy that he was totally indifferent to what you just did.

“Well he didn't notice. He didn't notice when his best friend went from a toddler to a teen in less than a week” you joked calmly, without any concern for what Roy might or might not have seen, you knew he would ignore it. But you quickly changed your tone when you saw the expression of your oldest son "Dick, calm down, it's Roy, even if he sees something, the boy won't say anything, he's part of the family, he would have already adopted him if it wasn't for Oliver" you caressed his arm reassuringly, but Dick quickly took your hand to hold it in his.

“Mom, usually I wouldn't doubt your word, but right now I think it's not right to show your abilities so openly” he expressed with concern.

“Well, i'm tired of hiding, son” you exclaim seriously, not wanting to start an argument, but determined to put your family's life in order “And maybe you didn't have to either” you finally declared, smiling lovingly at him .

With that said, you left the room, following the boys and the new pet, leaving your bewildered son in the kitchen.

Dick was beginning to realize things, it was obvious to everyone in the control center outside the anomaly, that it was beginning to breed concern. Yes, Dick exposed his doubts, he could suffer the same fate as Alfred, which would not be so bad for him, but it would leave you, Roy and false Jason in total isolation with no one to question reality.

It had already been made clear by the start of the 80's episode that Roy probably wasn't going to fight the illogic in the world, if you had brought him in to join it was because you were sure he didn't want to leave and that he needed this reality so badly. like you. One way or another, they need someone inside the anomaly who knows the truth and is willing to show it to you when the time is right and you undo what you've done.

“Someone has to come in,” John pointed out, looking at the images on the computer, the first scenes of that day's episode.

“I don't think Dick is in the best shape right now to guide the situation, he just went through puberty again in less than two days, clearly the boy is as unstable as his mother and with good justification” he joked, which caused a silence in the room and even at the time of the screen he could feel the murderous look of Batman, using it "Bad joke, I apologize" he raised his hands in surrender, knowing that he should not push the matter further .

“How could someone walk into the anomaly without y/n getting into their mind and fusing it with their sitcom reality?” Clark asked, confused, having spent most of the last twenty-four hours talking about how even Alfred couldn't understand the whole situation until hours after he'd come out of the anomaly.

“We wouldn't, it would be impossible, since none of our magic can stand against the Scarlet Witch's” Constantine explained calmly, as if he hadn't just expressed a huge dilemma for the situation they were in.

“I don't understand,” Clark said with confusion painted on his face.

“The magic is not directly controlled by y/n, but by her trauma, so all that magic wants is for everything to look and act in a way that makes her happy and doesn't remember losing Jason. Keeping him alive is the priority of magic, and not letting y/n know the truth" Zatanna began to explain “Theoretically speaking, someone mentally strong enough could walk into the anomaly and still be aware of what their mission is, even if more subconsciously, while helping the situation without raising suspicion if they don't raise t/n's suspicion”

“And we try to help this process with some spells and runes on the clothes that we will make sure, it will not need changes for the time in the sitcom, but in any case everything will depend on the mind of the person who enters” Constantine finished expressing.

“Okay, we can work with theory” Clark said, not quite sure how that was supposed to work, but considering that there was no other plan to follow.

“It would be good a distraction to help the situation” commented Flash “If the barrier is connected to y/n as they say” he pointed to the warlocks “She will feel when someone enters, it would be good if she had something more worrying to focus on while we enter to the anomaly”

"What do you have in mind, redhead?" Zatanna asked, looking at the man who grinned from ear to ear like a mischievous child.

"You said that if we send something that doesn't need change, magic might be more likely to ignore it at a certain level?" the boy hinted before starting to explain his idea.

Jason and Roy stood in the living room on either side of Buddy, giving the dog commands and then rewarding him with a dog biscuit when he obeyed, the animal happily doing tricks while you watched with excitement as the children happily interacted with their new pet.

“Bravo” you applauded as the animal made its last lap on its own spot “I can't believe they've been able to teach it so many tricks in such a short time. You are two little geniuses” you point out happily.

“We are very good teachers” Jason said and both boys bumped fists “Where's Dick, I want to show him?” the boy asked, causing your face to lose its happy expression for a second, but you quickly recovered.

“Dick decided to take a break before his trip to college, he needs all his energy” you explained trying to downplay your eldest son's behavior these days.

“He needs to take a break from us,” Jason pointed out irritably. “It's not enough that he's going away from home in a few hours.” He sounded more hurt than angry, which immediately made you feel the need to reassure him that everything was okay.

“No, honey” you said as you stood up and walked towards your son, putting your hand on his shoulders reassuringly “Your brother has a lot on his mind right now, and he and I don't always agree like everyone else. Someday we too will have our arguments and you will discover that sometimes it is better to walk away a bit when you are angry instead of continuing to fight pointlessly” you explained as calmly as possible, when inside you were worried about your eldest son and what might be wrong with him. going on with him. Did he hear something from Alfred before you took him out, had the butler said something to your son that had corrupted him?

“Mom?” Dick called you from the stairs, concerned. You realized that suddenly there had been a noise from outside the house, a dead man and clearly not of this world. Buddy started barking and ran to the door which was now conveniently open.

“Buddy!” Jason said before running after the animal, Roy ran with him.

“Kids, wait” you said before running after him with Dick following you, calling his younger brother worried about him.

Leaving through the main door of the mansion, you quickly made sure to face the children, walking a few extra steps so that they were protected by your figure, while the four of them looked at a small old drone, appropriate for the setting of the episode, in front of the house ready to fire a missile. Fury bubbled up inside you and magic came to your children.

“Dick, take the kids inside and watch a movie” you said to your oldest son without taking your eyes off the danger, “Mommy would be right back”

Clark was the one waiting for you when you stormed out of the anomaly, dressed in the same pajamas and robe you were in when you fought with your husband. The night hung over both of them, contrasting with the afternoon you lived in your fantasy.

Don't push reality on her yet, John had told him before they'd started the plan. Go with the flow and for nothing in the world make any reference to the boy.

“Is this yours?” you asked him before throwing the broken drone at his feet aggressively, but with no real intention of hitting him. Clark looked at the device, whose wires were sticking out and causing sparks, he could hear (literally) Barry sigh sadly at the loss of such an antique.

“The missile was just a precaution” he started to speak, measuring his words carefully “You can hardly blame us, y/n” he pointed resignedly.

“Oh, i think i can and i will” you said, letting your accent drift through each of your words, so that you let those present know how intense the situation was. In all the years that I had worked with the Justice League, I had only rarely heard your accent take control of your pronunciations, none of them had been pretty situations “This will be your only warning” you said angrily “Stay out of my home”

"I wish it could be that simple" Clark said with real sorrow. He didn't want for anything in the world to have to confront you, but seeing you that way and hearing you talk like you did, made him think that the chances that he would recover you from that situation diminished every minute that the anomaly continued to function.

“You don't bother me. I won't bother you.” you told him, not wanting to fight him either, you weren't sure why. He wanted to get away from your children and hurt them, you should have all the desire to tear him apart, but you didn't, you wanted him to understand and accept your offer "It's that simple, Clark" you told him and you both looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds, so you understood that he would not give in “Why do you want to do this, Clark? You were my friend” you said, feeling how the betrayal hurt you.

“I still am, y/n” Clark replied quickly, taking a step forward.

“If he were my friend, you wouldn't want me, separate from my children” you pointed out furiously, causing everyone around to be alert for a possible fight “If he were my friend you would understand that there is no place where he is safer than here, it is his house, with me” you pointed furiously.

“Y/N I-” Clar stopped in her tracks, remembering John's warnings and reformulating her sentence “Just lower the barrier, y/n. Let us in, I promise that no one will move a hair if they don't want it if after that we will discuss what will happen next” Clark offered, although he knew you would not listen, they just needed more time to enter.

“You want me to trust you, but you treat me like a threat” you said pointing around you, at the men with the guns and the rest of the league “Well, i'm not the one with the guns, Clark. And I'm not the one who sends a drone to shoot at a house with children inside” you said and pointed to the device at his feet.

“But you're the one in control” said Alfred appearing walking behind Clark “I just let them in, Mrs. Wayne, they don't plan to harm anyone, they just want to talk” expressed the old man when your eyes connected with his.

“You still here” I said curiously as you formed your magic in one hand “I'm glad that in your betrayal” you looked between the butler and the superman “you both find time to make friends” you scoffed.

“y/n, let us help you” the man begged, sharing the same foolish hope as Clark in front of him.

“How? What could you possibly have to offer me?” you asked, making fun of both of them, you knew that nothing they said would make you give your children away like that. Out there, it was dangerous and they were safe.

“What do you want?” Clark asked, open to anything that would allow him to open a negotiation in this dilemma.

“I have what I want” you said with an impassive face “and no one will ever take it from me again” your voice broke at the end of the sentence, and it was as if for a second you understood the reality of everything that was happening. But in the second term, Alfred and Clark watched as you slipped back into your reverie, turning me around to use your magic to reinforce the barrier and then disappear through it.

“Buddy, come on buddy” Jason yelled as the three of them scoured the property looking for the missing dog “Buddy! Buddy!” kept calling Jason “Where is he?” he asked out loud.

“Don't worry, dude, he must be around here for sure” commented Roy “Your mom won't let him get far” he commented naturally and Jason looked at him strangely, without fully understanding the meaning of the phrase.

“I don't know where he could've gone” you commented while you continued looking for the pet. 

“Here, Buddy” Roy called out loud.

"Where are you, Buddy?" called Jason as the three of them resumed their search.

“Mom” called a concerned voice from the trees.

You turned to find your oldest son carrying a bundle wrapped in sheets as he walked away from the bushes.

“Oh no” Roy said, realizing that the bundle Dick was carrying was the deceased puppy that he and his friend had found that morning.

“Buddy” Jason said sadly, he called the puppy, but seeing that it was definitely dead.

“What happened to him?” you asked as you approached, not wanting the children to see the dead animal.

“Found him in the azalea bushes, mom” Dick explained to you as you approached “Don’t know how many leaves he ate. I don't' find him until it was too late” said the older one saddened by the situation, seeing the sad face of his younger brother as he looked at the lump of the corpse of what had been a happy puppy a few hours ago “Jay, Roy, I'm so sorry” he told the boys, clearly dejected by the news.

“Mama” Jason called you in a small voice and you immediately hugged him.

“I'm so sorry, my boy” you said while you caressed his head.

“It's so sad” said Jason, taking off from you and looking at you “You can fix anything, Mom. Fix the dead” he asked you as a little boy.

“What?” you asked confused looking at him “No” you said firmly despite the expression of sadness that brought to the face of your youngest son. You couldn't, you knew for sure you couldn't.

“You can do that?” Dick asked behind you, surprised by his younger brother's words. You turned to look at him for a moment, not knowing what to say, before looking at the floor and back at Jason.

“I am trying to tell you that there are rules in life, okay, honney?” you explained to your younger son while holding his hands “We can't rush aging just because it's convenient” you chuckle “And we can't reverse death” you stared at your younger son “No matter how sad it makes us” you caressed his cheek with some melancholy “Okay? Some things are forever” you felt the gaze of your eldest son fixed on your back as he listened carefully to what you said, you could almost also feel how the gears in his head were moving and you were worried that he might come now to claim you.

“You said family is forever” declared Jason “Buddy is family. Bring him back, Mom” he begged you with tear filled eyes.

“Jay, mom's right” your eldest son finally spoke, pulling you out of the predicament you were in “It's sad, but there's no going back” he pointed out, you turned to look at him and both shared a look before you hugged your younger son again with a lump in your throat that you couldn't explain for sure.

Back at the house, it was already night, Roy and Jason had already gone to sleep. He was finishing tidying up the kitchen when Dick comes in from the yard, his hands full of dirt from burying Buddy's body.

“How are the boys?” he asked her as he walked over to the sink to start washing his hands.

“A little heartbroken, but they'll be alright” she replied as we finished going over the counter and throwing the breadcrumbs in the trash.

“Well, it's not often you get a dog and bury them the same day” Dick said, looking at a fixed point on the wall behind the sink, not really paying attention to what he was doing.

“Well, life moves pretty fast out in the big city” you said calmly, ignoring the implications of your son's sentence. Dick turned off the faucet, leaned on it with both arms, and sighed heavily.

“Mom, we need to talk” he started firmly, and you tried to stay in character even though you knew where the argument was going. “Something's wrong here,” he said directly. To which you laughed a little and looked at him sweetly.

“Dickie, honey” you said leaving the towel on the counter “Can be just-”

“What, mom?” Dick cut you off somewhat annoyed “Sit on the couch, watch TV and turn off the lights, so you can change everything again” he accused directly.

“Richard Grayson-Wayne” you spoke in your mother tone, causing him to straighten instead “You're tired, tomorrow is a very important day and it's not the time to argue after the day this family had” you said in the most kind that you could have.

“Where's Bruce?” he asked, ignoring your request.

“For God's sake, Richard” you sighed tiredly as you walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. Dick followed you out of the room without a second thought, determined to get an answer once and for all. The credits began to appear on the screen and the ending music began to play.

“You said he would call him, he hasn't. Where is dad?” he asked as he followed you past the living room and towards the stairs.

“He's just busy, Dick” you told him, reaching the stairs and turning around to finally look at him.

“Why can't I find my room, mom?” Dick asked you, you couldn't answer him, you just took another step towards the stairs, going up one step, resisting the urge to run away from your son's questions “The mansion has more than 200 rooms, but we only live and have access to four of them. Why is that, mom?” he asked again.

”Dick, stop” you ordered quietly, feeling like your head was going to explode. The music stopped and the credits faded as you realized the argument wasn't going to end any time soon.

“Because every day Jason and I age up to five years? Yesterday I was in high school and today I am going to college. What's going on, mom?” he kept asking desperately.

"You really think I know everything?!" you asked him, breaking your calm “Really what do you think counting everything, every bird flying, every insect flying around the plants. EVERYTHING?!" you asked him, looking at him, but after seeing his expression puzzled by your reaction, you closed your eyes tightly, calming down "I don't even know how this all started" you let your legs give way and sat on the stairs clutching your head.

Dick was stunned for a moment. He wasn't sure what he was expecting him to pass by confronting him, but he wasn't expecting that. He felt the anger leave him, realizing that he wasn't going to fix anything about the situation, whatever it was, it wasn't the way to deal with it.

“Mama” Dick spoke calmly as he sat down next to her “You have to stop this, it's not right” he said, causing you to feel your head full of explosives again. He wasn't really listening to you, what are you supposed to do with all this “We can't-”

DING DONG

Dick, who had approached you, suddenly moved away from you at the sound of the doorbell, looking at me suspiciously. You looked at it before the sound, whose origin you do not know.

“I didn't do that” you told him and they looked at each other for a second. You knew your son had no reason to believe you, but you had hope, which faded when you stared into his eyes. “You don't believe me” you said with a broken heart, resigned, 

and got up to open the door.

“Mom, wait” Dick called to you, but you ignored him and continued towards the door.

You opened the door and froze for who was on the other side. He wasn't supposed to be there, it wasn't his place, he was supposed to be out where he belongs. He could protect himself.

“Dad?” Dick spoke, frozen behind you, looking at the man in front of both of us.

You couldn't speak, you were frozen in place, with a mix between relief to finally see him and terror for his presence there, what that could mean for you, for Roy, for Dick and for Jason.

“I forgot the keys at the hotel” said Bruce as he smiled at you, dressed in a black suit according to the time and a briefcase in hand, without having to fake the happiness of finally seeing you again despite the circumstances “I hope I didn't wake up to the boys” he said taking a step inside the house, causing you to automatically move to let him pass but still looking at him mesmerized. Bruce left the briefcase on the floor, then straightened up, facing you again. He gently grabbed your waist and pushed you towards his chest, he delicately kissed your forehead in a gesture full of love before speaking again “I'm home, honey” he told you before you walked away again to look at him again. You smiled lovingly at him, happy that he was finally there with you, they were family finally.

Dick stood there watching, before he heard footsteps upstairs, the doorbell had woken the boys up and when Jason appeared down the stairs he didn't miss his father's discomfort as the boy ran to hug him. Bruce watched him as he let his son's double hug him.

Tim looked at the screen, seeing how now the credits were starting to roll, with the image of the family reuniting with Bruce and then going to a black screen. He turned to look at the tattered suit covered in dried blood, silently praying that Bruce's plan would work.

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐔𝐬 (Batfam x Batmom!Reader)

ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ ᴏʀ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ. ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ɪɴꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪᴛ, ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘʀɪꜱᴏɴᴇʀꜱ. ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴜᴘ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ'ᴍ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴜꜱ, ᴀʟʟ. ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ — All For Us by Labrithn and Zendaya.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: The tragic death of Jason Todd seemed to be a point of no return for the Wayne family. Six months later, when things seemed to be starting to settle for the marriage, Tim Drake appears at the mansion with the intention of being the new Robin and when Bruce sees y/n does not agree.

The memory of her youngest son still haunts her like a ghost, walking the halls of Wayne Manor only to be reminded of her betrayal and how the life of another boy was doomed to for her lack of will.

When Tim is wounded on a patrol, something breaks within the Wayne matriarch and the magic that had accompanied her through her worst moments without once getting out of control gives her a gift, one that will become a nightmare she doesn't want to go out.

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

English is not my first language, please be patient.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑(𝐒):

1. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞´𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐀𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞: 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 while 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?

02/15/2022

2. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥: Now in the 1960s, the Wayne home is peaceful until sudden sounds start to shake the peace of the residents as they prepare for the town's annual Housewives' Parade and the Children's Talent Contest. Dick begins to get curious about the new town where the family lives, and a series of events leads Dick to ask himself some very strange questions and to see something he didn't even know existed. Is it a good idea to follow his instincts away from the safety of his mother's Magic?.

02/19/2022

3. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫: The 70's and color TV come to the Wayne house, at the same time that our Scarlet Witch has to learn to deal with an overly curious teenager and constant outside interference.  The tension of reality within the home begins to accumulate and the discovery of how deep the interference is may leave irreparable consequences on the stability of the small family.

02/26/2022

4. 𝐖𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮: After Alfred Pennyworth is freed from the Wayne Manor anomaly, he begins to get some perspective on what happened and explains that maybe the only person who can stop it all is the one who created it.  In the Batcave, trapped within the confines of the anomaly, Bruce Wayne and Tim Drake begin to understand more of what they're up against, as they tune in to The Wayne's Show every moment of the day in the hope that they can finally be a part of it again.

03/15/2022

5. 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰: In the late 1980s and early 1990s as they prepare for the eldest child's departure for college, the family finds themselves living for the first time without their beloved butler who has been forced to take time out due to an illness. family emergency.  The only problem is that Dick mistrusting to every word I'm saying...

05/11/2022

6. 𝐀 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥: 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?.

(coming soon)