Batfamily x Reader stories

Burrito Blanket Batmom (Bruce Wayne/Batfamily x Reader)

Originally posted on my Tumblr : https://ellana-ravenwood.tumblr.com/post/161146612433/burrito-blanket-batmom-bruce-waynebatfamily-x

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"Are you alright mother ?"

It's early in the morning when your youngest son finds you in the living room, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, eyes wide open and not really looking at anything in particular. You don't even react as he approaches you.

"Mother ? Hey ? Mom are you alright ?"

Finally, you turn your head to look at him, blanket all the way up to your chin and wrapped around your head (and all around your body really, your face the only thing peering out of this burrito you made of yourself), you say in a croaked voice :

"No."

Damian is immediately worried. It isn't often, if not never, that you complain. That you let things get you down. You're the cheery one of the family. You and Dick often are the ones that see the positive things in everything, so, seeing you there, laying on the couch without even the TV on, and looking as if you were completely done with life...Well, it worries your kid.

You realize that he's concerned about your well being when he kneels in front of you, and put his palm on your forehead. Oh, sweet boy. If only everyone could see him as you saw him, if only he'd be as nice with everyone as he is with you...No one would ever call him "brat" anymore.

"I'm not sick honey, I'm just...I'm just....erf..."

"...You're just "erf" ?"

You shrug your shoulder. Or at least, Damian thinks you shrug your shoulder, he isn't really sure, seeing as you're wrapped tightly in that damn comforter.

He's not sure what's wrong with you, but he still wants to help.

"Hum...Is there anything I can do for you ? Do you want coffee ? Something to eat ? Or do you want me to go put a movie on or something ? Anything, really ?"

You smile weakly at him, and it makes him frown. Your smiles are never weak ! They're always so bright, warm, beautiful ! They always make him feel better, not matter what. Awkwardly, he brushes a few fingers against your cheek, and your smile widens a little. Here. Better.

"You're already doing a lot my boy."

"My boy". He loved when you called him that. It made him feel...It just made him feel loved. And like a part of the family. Your son. But of course he was your son, you never saw him in any other way, even at the difficult beginnings...

He kept on brushing your cheek lightly, putting some strand of hair out of your face. You managed to take an arm out of your blanket, and caressed his hair lovingly, he laid his head next to yours, kneeling on the floor in front of you, and you just shared a sweet mom/son moment...So much that you both fell into a deep and comfortable slumber.

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Tim found you two about an hour later, and tried to make the least noise possible so that he wouldn't wake any of you...but Damian had a feather light sleep, and woke up when his brother picked his computer up from the coffee table next to the couch.

"Sorry."

Damian groans a bit, and softly takes his hand out of yours, slowly slipping off the couch (as you both drifted off to sleep, he climbed on the couch and fell asleep with his head on your stomach, your hand in his hair, stroking it lovingly...most confortable position ever, especially since the blanket wrapping your body was extra comfy and soft) so as to not wake you, and stands up. He stretches a bit and looks at his brother.