Batfamily x Reader stories

"My last happy birthday was my 8th one" (Bruce Wayne x reader)

Originally posted on my Tumblr : http://ellana-ravenwood.tumblr.com/post/171089035338/my-last-happy-birthday-was-my-eighth-one

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The first birthday Bruce Wayne could actually remember was his third.

He couldn't really recall his gifts (he had so many, from his parents of course, and from the army of "family friends" who always send way too many toys he would never even use)...Well, that wasn't entirely true.

He remembers his mother helping him put on a beautiful navy blue (apparently, his favorite color at the time ?) hand-knitted sweater Alfred made him. He even remembers it being comfy and warm on this cold February day. But that's it. It was the only present he could recall.

What he remembers the most is blowing his candles on his own for the first time ! (He'll never know, as the only person aline now who knew that fact was Alfred and the buter had no intention to ever tell him but...his father actually sneakily blew the candles for him that day, as he saw that his tiny boy was struggling with that all "I need to throw air on the flames to put them off" thing).

He remembers his favorite cake, almost as big as him.

He remembers his mother's soft and soothing voice, and his father's low and reassuring one, singing "Happy Birthday" to him.

He remembers the chocolate smell drowning the house, and the flashes of the camera as Alfred was taking pictures.

He remembers being happy, there, on his birthday, careless little three year old that he was.

He remembers all of his birthdays after that...

When he was four, he got a mini-Aston Martin with pedals (apparently, he was very fond of James Bond, or, as he called him : "Almond"...his mother thought it was the cutest thing ever).

He rolled around the huge Wayne Manor's gardens for hours with it, even though the ground was frozen and the temperature below zero.

When he turned five, he was now old enough to invite friends over. He was quite popular in elementary school, and he invited his entire class...They made a huge mess.

But Alfred didn't hold it against his young master, especially since the boy offered to help cleaning everything...Besides, it was a time when the house was still full of other servants too, not just good old Alfred. It was before he had to fire them all for trying to sell Mr. and Mrs Wayne's possession, or for trying to get young Master Bruce to talk about his parents' death or take pictures of him to sell to magazines...

On his sixth birthday, his parents privatized the local zoo and he spend the day taking care of animals with the zoo employees...A monkey pushed him and stole his cake, it was awesome.

For his seventh birthday, he asked if he could go to Disney World...and he did. His parents were too busy, but Alfred took him there, with his best friend, Harvey Dent, and he had a blast. He remembers staying even after the park was supposed to be closed, and going on rides until he was exhausted...He missed three days of school for that, so great.

On his eighth birthday, he broke his arm because he jumped from a tree onto the frozen gigantic fountain in the garden, expecting the ice to explode, and make him look super cool in front of his friends...the ice, of course, didn't even crack, and he broke his arm and got twelve stitches on the back of his head (his first scar...).

His friends still said he was cool and brave (it was before all the fakeness of their status, when they were all just kids who happened to have filthy rich parents).