Y/n pov
"Jason! Put your Father down this instant!", I yell at my second oldest son.
"But Ma!"
"Put him down and stop teasing him!"
Before he can say anything, Bruce kicks him in the head. Thank goodness Jason was wearing his Red Hood Helmet.
"OW!", Jason says as he puts down Bruce.
Bruce had some tears in his eyes. Which is weird considering he doesn't cry a lot, so I guess being de-aged has his emotions out of whack at times to where he acts like the 7 year old he was turned into. I pinch my nose as Mini-Bruce runs from Jason and hides behind my legs. There are moments where he has his memories and other times he is a 7 year old. Alfred had to make a Mini-Batman costume for him to wear when he was in the Cave. He was wearing that when Jason picked him up.
"How am I going to survive this?", I think to myself as I scoop Bruce up into my arms. "I hope Tim and Alfred can find a cure and soon."
~Flash-back~
It was a cold night while on patrol with Batman when this happened. I went by the name Batwoman but to the boys I was Batmom. The person who started that joke was surprisingly Bruce. He had mentioned that the boys act like a flock of robins following their mother every-time I went out on patrol. So he jokingly called me Batmom back at the cave and the boys just loved it. They would call me that in the cave, Justice League Headquarters, or The Manor when there was no one around.
So for revenge, I had the boys call him Batdad when he isn't around. I even got Alfred in on it. I wonder how long it will take for him to figure out that is our code name for him?
Anyway, back to what happened. We where on patrol just the two of us. We found some of Riddler's thugs and followed them to his hide-out. Turns out that is what he wanted to happen. The warehouse that we followed them to was seemly empty. We head towards the center and a trap was sprung. Before I could do anything a cage fell on top of me. Bruce ran back to try to get me out but glass walls slid up and he was trapped inside of a box.
"Well, well, well.", The Riddler says as he walks out from the shadows. "Seems like we caught ourselves some flying rodents."
"Let us out.", I said.
"I think not.", he says before turning to look at Bruce. "Don't bother speaking Batman. That glass won't let your words be heard but you can hear us just fine. Besides, I want to go up against Batwoman for once so your communicator doesn't work either. I can't have you help her now can I?"
Bruce tries to bang on the glass but it did nothing. It seems that it can't be broken from the inside.
"I will ask you some riddles. Get most of them right, and Batman goes free and I will even turn myself in."
"Why do I find that hard to believe?", I asked as I had the bars in my hands.
"First riddle. When is a man drowned but not wet? You have a minute to answer."
"When he's trapped in quicksand."
"Hmm that one might have been too easy.", he says as he rests on his cane. "What's looser than a thread, a fish, and flying ribbons? You have a minute to answer."
I think a bit but couldn't get it.
"Time's up. The answer: A woman's tongue.", he says as he presses a button on the cane.
The box holding Bruce fills up with some green liquid. It covers his calves before stopping.
"Did I forgot to mention that if you get them wrong or don't answer that this will end with a interesting twist? Oh well, only 7 more to go. A nightmare for some. For others, a savior I come. My hand's cold and bleak. It's the warm hearts they seek."
"Death."
"Now here's one that may bring back memories. What do you call a tavern of blackbirds?", he says with a wicked smirk.
"A crowbar.", I growl and tighten my grip on the cage.
"I figured you would get that one.", he says with a laugh.
"Just tell me the last five riddles."
"I'm strong as a rock, but a word can destroy me. What am I?"
I try figure it out but before I can say anything Riddler speaks.
"Silence is the answer.", he says as Bruce is now up to his waist in water.
"When I get out of here, you will regret it Riddler."
"If you get out of there, now then: How many sides does a circle have?"
I rack my brain and I have it but the Riddler presses a button on his cane, causing the cage to zap me.
"Gah!", I cry out as I fall down.
Bruce bangs his shoulder on the glass the moment he heard my scream of pain.
"Oh I'm sorry. The correct answer is two: the outside and the inside.", Riddler says.
"That was a low blow", I growl as I get back up.
"What belongs to you but is used by others?"
"My name."
"Very good. Now for the last riddle! What is your name?"
I couldn't answer it but maybe I can trick him.
"Jane Doe."
"Eh?", he asks with a confused look.
"Jane Doe is a name given to someone who name is unknown.", I said with a smirk. "Since my name is unknown, that makes me Jane Doe."
"Clever. But sadly I don't intend to keep my promise.", he says with a scowl and presses a button on the cane.
The box starts to fill up as The Riddler leaves. I take out my lock-pick tools and try to get out. By the time I get out, Bruce is completely submerged. I see a lead pip so I grab it and hit the glass. It makes a crack so I keep doing it. Soon enough the crack spreads and the water pressure becomes too much. I get out of the way of the water and look back. To my surprise there was a 7 year old boy laying where Bruce was in a Batman costume too big to fit him.
"Great.", I said as I scoop the child into my arms.
~Present time~
I been trying to keep track of all the boys but it doesn't always work. Lucky for me, Damian is helping out by watching Bruce when I can't. For the past week, I been helping Bruce with things. Like running the company while saying he was on vacation. I would keep him busy while a cure was being made. Dick would put the Batman costume on so Batman was still patrolling the city.
I will never play hide and seek again with him even when he is back to being an adult. He is too good at that. I already had one heart attack when Jason admitted that he, Damian and Dick lost Bruce when they were watching him while I was at the office. I don't need another one.
In the afternoon of the 8th day, I tuck Bruce into our bed for a nap before heading down to the living room and collapse on the couch. I felt my eyelids start to fall. Before I knew it, I was asleep.
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Bruce pov
I have memories of (Y/n) helping me out when I was a child so when Tim gave me the cure that evening, I was back to normal. I quickly change into black sweatpants and a black t-shirt before heading down to the living room. Soon I spot (Y/n) asleep on the couch and with a small smile, scoop her up into my arms.
As I place her on the bed, I hear her mumble in her sleep as she turns to her side facing me. She opens her eyes and smiles at me, "I love you Bruce."
I kiss her forehead as I hug her, "I love you too."
She heads to her dresser and starts to get her pajamas. She looks back and I smirk at her.
"What?", she asks as she turns towards me.
"You really gave me the code name 'Batdad'?", I asked as I walk towards her.
"If the boys are going to call me Batmom, you should be called that."
"I think someone should rethink my code name."
"What do you-mhp!", I cut her off with my lips on hers.
"I am going to enjoy this.", I think to myself as I trap her in my arms as we kissed.