Batfamily x Reader stories

How terrible it is to love something that Death can touch... (Batmom x Batfam)

Originally posted on my Tumblr : https://ellana-ravenwood.tumblr.com/post/676198500378279936/how-terrible-it-is-to-love-something-that-death

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You wanted him to shut up.

You'd do anything for him to not utter another word.

Punch him in the face with all your might. Leave and never come back. Duct tape his mouth. Throw him in a closet and lock it forever...

Anything for him to stop talking. For you not to hear what he's about to say.

"Jason..."

You can feel your legs buckle under you, as if they just turned into cotton.

You knew what he was going to say. You knew ever since you saw him come back alone, his face emotionless. He could never stay emotionless around you...So you knew. You knew what happened.

But you didn't want to hear it.

"Jason..."

Thanks God Alfred is right next to you, or you would have fall.

You grab the butler's arm, and he catches you.

He knows too what your husband is about to say, he knows to, how broken you two are going to be, and he knows he has to be strong to try and mend you back together.

And so when your weight fall on his side, your surrogate father catches you.

He'll always be there to catch you.

He finally says it. After his explanation of how the Joker got your boy...He finally says it. Those few dreaded words.

"Jason...Jason isn't coming back."

He tries to stay stoic, to not bow down. To not get completely destroyed by the death of his son. He tries to stay strong, for you.

But he cannot hide the sadness filling his eyes when he looks at you, falling on Alfred like that.

You're shocked. And he waits for you to regain your senses. He waits, trying to stand tall, for you to come back from your shock and...be mad at him.

Truly angry because it is his fault you lost your son.

He waits for you to come to him, and hit his chest as hard as you can, he waits for you to let your hatred for him flow.

It's his fault your son died. His.

He should have never allowed him to become Robin, never. It was so selfish of him. Dick left, and went to do his own thing, and he found Jason and...The boy was so enthusiastic.

He couldn't resist him. He trained him, took him in as his son.

And now he was dead. And it was all his fault.

You pulled away from Alfred, wiping tears off of your cheek. The man you came to call "dad" hands you a handkerchief, and you take it, trying to dry the ever flowing stream of salty tears coming out of your eyes.

You finally pull away from Alfred, and look at Bruce.

Your eyes are so filled with pain and misery that he cannot hold your stare. He bent his head down, trying as hard as he can to remain stoic still.

He feels and hears you more than he sees you coming close to him, and he's ready for you to hit him with all your strength. To yell at him that it is his goddamn fault if Jason was now gone.

You're right in front of him.

His eyes close automatically, awaiting your well deserved hate towards him...