Batmom stories

Calling you mom

WORD COUNT:452
Dick: 9
Jason: 7
~~~~~~~~~Y/N~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been about two months since we took in Jason and the paper work had finally been finished. He was now Jason Peter Todd-Wayne. He kept his last name just like Dick did.

The boys were happy to have a brother, you could see it even if they fought.

Now Jason still called us by our names and I wasn't sure if he ever would call us mom and dad. This didn't bother us at all though as we knew he was warming up to the idea of having people care about him again and Dickie was helping that process go alot faster as he was affectionate and that helped to show the younger boy that we wouldn't hurt him.

Mow it took Dick about six months to start calling us mom and dad.

~~~~~~~flashback~~~~~~~~~

It was six months after We adopted Dick and it had been raining and storming all day. I knew he did not like storms very much so I had stayed nearby all day and I could see he apreciated it.

Later that night when everybody had gone to bed I was awoken by Bruce and I's bedroom door opening quietly. I looked over and saw the silouette of a small boy. I smiled softly and shifted to make room for our son and lifted the blankets for the boy to crawl under. He did so and carefully crawled over me to lay inbetween Bruce and I. He cuddled up to us and I felt Bruce drape a protective arm around the both of us. I smiled and looked up to see his soft blue eyes watching us.

Dick shifted to look at us and smiled softly. "Goodnight Mama, Tati." He said softly as he drifted back to sleep.

We smiled at him. "Goodnight our little bird." I said as I ran my fingers gently through his black hair.

~~~~~~End flasshback~~~~~

I don't mind Jason not calling me mom, but a small part of me wishes he would, and I know Bruce feels the same.

It was rather late and Bruce and Dick were still out on patrol, I had decided to stay behind with Jason tonight, I was reading a book in bed when I heard screaming come from Jasons room. I rushed to the room and found the 7 year old thrashing around in his bed. I immediately rushed over and shook him lightyly. His stunning green eyes fluttered open and snapped around the room until they landed on me. "MOMMY" He sobbed as he threw himself at me. I was shocked but instinct kicked in and I held the little boy tightly.

That was how my boys started calling me mom.

Translation: Tati - dad in Romanian
A/N: I AM SSOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG GUYS BUT I'VE BEEN REALLY BUSY. UNFORTUANATLY I WILL NOT BE UPDATING VERRY OFTEN BUT I WILL TRY MY HARDEST TO UPDTE I PROMISE.