Batfamily x Reader stories

Beach Bod' (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

-Sand ?

-Yes, sand. Fucking sand.

He laughed.

-I think I've never met someone hating sand as much as you...

-Anakin Skywalker is agreeing with me.

-What ?

-In Star Wars episode two, he...

-I'm sorry I don't speak to people who acknowledge the existence of modern Star Wars films.

He said as he laid back down, your hand in his. You couldn't stop the smile creeping on your face. You both hated episode 1 to 3, and it was a running joke between the two of you that those films didn't even exist. Ignoring as best as you could the sand sticking to your legs, you rested your head on his chest, drawing abstract patterns on it with light fingers.

-Episode seven isn't that bad.

-They killed...

-Yeah yeah I know who they killed, don't open the wound back baby.

He chuckled, and tangle one hand in your hair. The water was already drying from his body, and you mourned the lost of the freshness of it. He noticed your small sigh, and, putting his free arm under his head, raised his head to look at you.

-What is it darling ?

-I'm a bit too hot.

-You're very hot.

He winked at you, and pinched your ass, and you hit him weakly on the chest.

-Seriously though, if you're too hot, just get in the water. It's nice and fresh.

-No, because then...

-...The sand is going to stick to me and I hate sand, which is why I suggested coming to the beach with my love and my kids and...

-I don't sound like that mister Wayne !

You exclaimed as you sat up, even if you had to admit though, you kinda sounded like that.

He raised on his elbow once again and gave you his signature smug look.

-I'm going to kick you in the face Wayne.

-You wouldn't reach it.

-You're lying down.

-You're really short.

This time, you punched him a bit harder in the chest, and though it didn't hurt him, he acted like it did just to please you. You instantly felt guilty though, and after making sure you didn't hit any of the bruises he got during his latest night patrol, you reached to stroke his cheek and mouthed the word : « sorry ». He gave you another smug look, and you knew that even if you'd hit him full force, he wouldn't feel a thing. The man was a brick wall compared to you. And oh my God his smug face annoyed you everytime. You were about to smack him lightly when he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him once again, so fast that you fell over him and « accidentally » straddled him. You smile in the kiss as you felt his hand slowly roaming down your body.

-OH NO EW THAT'S SO GROSS GET A DAMN ROOM !!

Damian was just looking for a tuna sandwiche when he witnessed his parents starting to eat each other's face...Or just, French kissing passionately, same thing for him really...His sandwiche dangling from his mouth, he made gagging sound as the two of you laughed lightly. But being the over-dramatic child he was, he went too far, and in a theatrical gesture, he threw just the tiniest amount of sand towards you, which landed in your hair.

Everyne froze. Dick, Jason and Tim half out of the water slowly went back in it, as if trying to get away from a wild animal.

Damian just stood there, sandwiche in mouth, slowly realizing what he had done.

And Bruce was ready to catch you and stop you from murdering your youngest son. You really REALLY hated sand. But against all expectations, you started to laugh loudly, of this cute laugh your husband loved so much, and that was too rare for his liking. Soon, laughter took over all of you, and you stood to try and get rid of the sand on you.

Bruce sat up and tried his best to stop the fit of laughter that took over him. He swore that no one but you was able to make him laugh like that, your laugh being so communicative. You gestured for him to get up, and soon his tall and large frame was towering over you, eyeing you with curiosity.

-Come in the water with me ? And help me take my revenge on Damian...

The boy heard you, and quickly abandoned his sandwiche, running back to his laughing brothers, hiding behind Dick and Jason. But it was no use, Bruce got rid of both the teenagers in a swipe of his arms, and you got a hold of your youngest, with the help of Tim, you dragged him under the water in another fit of laughter.

-Traitor !

Damian yelled at Tim, but he couldn't quite act as mad as he wanted, because as much as he liked to deny it, moments like this, with all of you, were his favorites.

You gathered him up in your arms and squeezed him tenderly as he tried to wriggle out of your embrace. You gestured to the other boys for a group hug, and soon, Damian was screaming bloody murder as you all squeezed him in the middle of you.

With a gentle smile full of love, you let go of them, and went back to your husband who was a bit away, letting you and your sons having your moment. Bruce opened his arms for his own hug, and you gladly accepted. You didn't had a lot of times like this, just with them, enjoying them without thinking about anything but each other's company. You kissed Bruce's chest, and he tangled once again a hand in your hair, as the other gently went down on the small of your back.

The boys were too busy fighting to comment your sapiness, and you just looked at them lovingly as you enjoyed Bruce's embrace...until you felt his hand slid slowly in your panty. You eyed your sons quickly, they weren't looking at you, and anyway, you were deep in the water enough for them not to even see anything.

-What are you doing Bruce ?

-Getting rid of the sand that got everywhere ?

You smiled mischievously, and shook your head, repressing a moan as he touched a particularly sensitive part. You took his hand out of your swimming suit.

-I'll let you do that when it's just the two of us honey. Now, carry me back on the grass, I really fucking hate sand, there's no way I'm walking in it wet. It'll stick...

Bruce smiled, and you climbed on his back. As you reached the grass, your head resting on his scarred shoulder, you couldn't stop your heart from beating fast with happiness, and you already dreaded the end of the day, when you'll have to get home and your boys will go back to their dark world. You suddenly remembered why you suggested the beach even though you hated sand...it was exactly for that, because it was sunny and bright at the beach, a nice change of pace...

You kissed Bruce's shoulder, and you could see his broad smile from the corner of your mouth, forgetting about your somber thought. For the moment, you were just going to enjoy your boys, and hope to have thousands of other days like this one.