Father Of Mine 1/2

Father of Mine – 1/2

Character: Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Summary: With the tragic passing of her mother, Y/N learns to the truth of who her father is. 

Word Count: 4,000+

Warnings: Family death, cancer, absent father, cremation 

A/N: The reader is described as tall in this fic. Bruce Wayne is 6′2 and I’m tall, so I’m indulging myself with no apologies. Read it or don’t. 

“Do you want to say anything before we…” the operator asked her.

“No,” Y/N answered quickly.

“Oh, my assistant forgot to give you this,” the operator gave her a shy smile as he handed her a small cardboard box.

She opened it to find all of her mother’s jewelry that had been on her body at the funeral.

“Thank you,” Y/N told him.

“Ready?” The operator asked.

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“where’d your dad run off to now, huh?”

your voice is low—matching the pitch of the dull tune emanating from the overhead speakers. you peer down at the baby leaned against your chest, tighten your grip on pure parental instinct, and continue glancing down the aisles.

of course, the dad in question is none other than your husband satoru, who’s wandered off on his own as if he were your second, more disobedient child.

attention shoppers, our store will be closing in five minutes. please proceed to the checkout.

he’s made an awful habit out of this as of late—turning you into those dreaded people who are still lingering in the store several minutes after it’s closed for the night. to say you hate it would be a serious understatement.

“we should leave him,” you mumble, offering your daughter her little pacifier and smoothing a hand across her back—hoping she’ll settle down for an overdue slumber. “or at least put a leash on him.”

“is that a new kink of yours or something?”

you can hear the boyish smile on satoru’s lips, the smugness woven in between each of his syllables—just how long has he been behind you?

spinning on your heels, you’re met with the exact expression you were expecting. he’s leaned in—head tilted slightly to the side as he peers down at the two of you over his sunglasses.

it’s eerily quiet due to the lack of other customers, of other humans altogether, and so the change in pitch, the deepness of satoru’s voice in contrast to yours—it’s enough to make your daughter perk up. thankfully, she’s too young to understand.

“i found them,” you say, blatantly disregarding his comment as you nod towards the pack of baby wipes in your hand—the one item you came in for. “let’s go.”

“oh don’t change the subject,” he purrs. “i’m just curious.”

“yes, satoru. you caught me,” you smile and agree—though your tone is laced with enough sarcasm to give him whiplash. “now let’s go, or i won’t let you stick your head out the window on the ride home.”

he can’t stifle the chuckle that rumbles from his chest, though it might be partially caused by the pair of little chubby hands that reach out for him.

a fond smile settles onto his lips as he takes your daughter into his arms, and the two—mirroring each other’s overly excited expressions, cause your heart to trip over it’s own beat.

there’s a brief moment of silence, and then—

“let’s get her an outfit,” he blurts out.

“satoru!”

“we have three minutes,” he says casually, with an underlying tone of it’s no big deal. he waves a hand in the air as if to dismiss your worries, and saunters off towards the baby clothing with your daughter in tow.

your footsteps seem to echo off the walls of the building as you follow behind them, and the spit bubbles that your little girl is blowing all over satoru’s shoulder seem louder than humanly possible, for a baby at least.

“yeah, three minutes until i kick your ass,” you mutter, noting the eyes of a passing employee, and how they don’t spare either of you a glance.

“you still flirting with me back there?” he calls out, turning around to flash a mischievous grin before raising his hand and wiggling his fingers—not so subtly flaunting his shiny silver wedding band. “i’ll have you know, i’m a married man.”

a few little fingers wrap around his much larger ones, and he soon becomes a human teether as your baby leans her head against his chest.

“oh? i’m sure she’s lovely,” you respond—features softening as your daughter shifts her attention to you—lifting her arms as happy baby sounds spill past her lips.

satoru steps closer and leans down, placing his free, slightly wet hand on the side of your face—and even though he’s been this close a thousand times, given you an entire child—he still has your heart pounding like a lovesick teenager.

“sure is,” he hums, closing the gap between you and pressing his lips to yours. he keeps it short and sweet, but still passionate—gently tugging your lower lip between his teeth as he pulls back. you feel a little bashful as you stare up at him, hit with that same wave of schoolgirl infatuation. though, that feeling quickly subsides when he pinches your baby’s cheeks and says, “even has the assist on this sweet girl.”

your eyes widen. “assist?”

attention shoppers, our store is now closed for the night. please proceed to the checkout.

the corners of his lips twitch, but he somehow manages to keep his wicked grin under control, and swiftly diverts the attention elsewhere.

“we’ll come back, ok?” he coos at your daughter, who’s a babbling mess as she gnaws on her little fist, clearly in great distress over her lack of new clothing. “soon.”

the uncomfortable silence from earlier is replaced with a peaceful hush as you begin walking to the front of the store, and satoru wonders if maybe, you noticed.

because there’s no sideways glances or hushed whispers, no wide eyes or loud gasps—is that the gojo kid? does she have the technique? she’s supposed to be as strong as him, right?

she’s just a baby.

and while it’s true that the employees at your local store aren’t your biggest fans, that’s what he likes about coming here—it’s the one place, other than home, where being a gojo isn’t a spectacle.

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