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Sunday Morning // Batmom

This week was rather quiet. There were just a few robberies, nothing serious that would actually injure the boys or your husband. Most of the villains were quietly sitting in Arkham while you were ready to spend some quality time with your family. Since you came in this family a long time ago you made it crystal clear that on Sunday you spend time together as a family, so you can forget about all the bad things that are happening and enjoy the moment, at least for a few hours.

Now, having seven kids was a tough job, even though most of them didn't lived with you anymore and had their own lives away from home. In the beginning it was just Dick and Jason but now you have Tim, Damian, Cassandra and a few years ago you found out that you are pregnant, and that's how you got the twins, Thomas and May.

There were a little over 2 years old and they were running around the entire day. May reminded you a lot of your husband. Always curious, always so energetic and breaking things. She was also daddy's little spoiled girl which didn't really helped. Thomas, on the other hand, he was mamma's boy. He is always by your side taking care of you, and even though he plays around with his sister, he would still rather spend time with you.

Sometimes, even when you read, he will just sit beside you quietly, listening to you, even though he doesn't understand a single word of what you are saying. May, she could never. She's all about ruining anything that she touch. But you love all of your children equally, with their weird personalities and all.

You walked into the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your morning routine. You didn't really had one, because you are always busy, either with the kids or helping Bruce with Wayne Enterprises and the charity activities you do very often. But when you have a bit of time for yourself, like right now, when you don't have to worry about anything, you allow yourself a bit of relaxation. Put on some creams and maybe a face mask.

Therefore, there you were, in the bathroom, applying a charcoal mask all over your face when something distracted you. ''What the...?'' You whispered.

You couldn't help but nothing three little fingers trying to get a hold of you from under the door. You stopped for a second trying not to laugh. This is surely going to be amusing as you know well your kids. You lowered yourself down on your knees to meet your two years old son.

''Baby, what are you doing here?'' You asked a bit confused but also amused at the look on his face and how his little hand was trying to get it. You touched his hand and smiled, even though you weren't sure if he can properly see you.

''Out. Come out, mamma.'' He was beyond adorable and you couldn't help but ''aww'' at how adorable he was taking care of you.

''Love, I'll be out in a minute. Why don't you go to daddy while mommy is in the bathroom?'' You tried to resonate with him.

He tried to find his words with a very confused look on his face. ''I don't like him.''

That sentence bade you burst into laughter, toddlers can be hilarious. ''What do you mean you don't like him, baby? He's your daddy.''

He looked a bit upset at your sentence but didn't replied. He just tried to push his little hand under the door a little harder but it was impossible for him to get in more than he already is.

''Look, baby, remove your hand so that mommy can open the door, okay? I'm coming to you right now.''

He nodded and as you got up and you noticed the hand disappear on the other side of the door. Still, he didn't moved from where he was, sitting on his butt right in the front of the door making sure you are actually coming out.

You heard voices behind the door and by the time you opened it you were confused at how many people are there. Tim was with his phone out, next to his little sister, probably recording the whole thing. Ace and Titus were right beside the kids as always, and Damian just showed up because apparently your youngest daughter spread the word that mommy got stuck in the bathroom.

''Up, up.'' Your son raised his little hands towards you.

''Me too, me too!'' Your daughter followed.

You picked both of them up, amused by how this turned up. You were just trying to take care of your skin not to make a big fuss or anything.

''Are you okay, mom?'' One of your sons asked you.

''Yes, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?''

You completely forgot about the face mask you had on, but your daughter didn't bothered to remind you about it.

''Mommy, why do you have poop on your face?''

You sighed, looked at your daughter who was rather amused and also confused, then looked at the camera that was pointed at you.

''Ok, Tim, turn off the camera.''

**

While you were having breakfast everyone was making fun of the incident. There were different theories about what you were doing in the bathroom and what kind of monster you were fighting. You couldn't help but notice that your husband wasn't actually enjoying the moment.

After the breakfast while the boys and Cassandra were helping Alfred do the dishes and clean the table, you noticed how your husband lowered himself to his toddler's level and asked him in a very concerned way:

''You really don't like me, buddy?''