Batman Parenting Novels & Stories

"Daddy's still pissed though, he ought to at least reply to his broadcast message with something. " Autumn's dad was the president of Lush Quarters, a post that was voluntary and had nothing to do with the building super. He admined the buildings group page along with the super and was responsible for gathering opinions about matters arising from the tenants and presenting them to the super and things like that. Mr Patterns, Autumn's dad, who was a vet by day, took his voluntary post very seriously. Kiersey shrugged and picked the bowl back up. She pretended not to notice the fixed look Peyton was giving her. Seriously, could anything pass that girl by?

Your mother must rest, and your father is about to faint. "I am all right," I murmured when the reality was that my chest was sore over how emotional I was seeing them both go like butter before the babies. Rhea giggled softly. "Look at that. Two threatening men and one diaper short of a complete emotional outburst?" Athena smiled to her husband, softly caressing one of the little hands of one of her twins. "He has always been good with children. He simply conceals it beneath that Don attitude." Zach looked up at me, and just made his eyes narrow. "Well, that is because there is nothing like gentle parenting like being a mafia boss."

She spoke warning me, and I was already thinking that the mother must be a viper, unlike the son, who must be a great boss. "All right, thank you very much!" I thanked her, and she smiled at me leaving the room and closing the door, and finally, little Bryan and I were left alone. "Hi Bryan, what are you watching?" I asked approaching him. "I like watching cartoons, it makes me sleepy." He replied sleepily, and I smiled sitting down next to him, and he came over to me, and pulled me in. "Lie down with me?" He asked, and I nodded taking off my shoes and lying down beside him. "Aren't you my mommy?" He whispered.

“I know what we agreed on. But shit happens.” “Never fuck a woman without a condom.” He held up a finger. “Rule number one.” I never should have broken that rule. “It is what it is, Bates.” “The baby is like a week old?” he asked. “Does that really count?” “Enough, Bates.” “Come on, think about it.” He pulled his legs off the table and sat up, his elbows resting on the surface. “You have the baby, kill her, and then what? You’re changing diapers and reading bedtime stories? Having a kid isn’t easy. Why do you think Father left us? Because it was fucking hard.”

one of them exclaims. Amelia nods vigorously. "Yep! He's like a superhero, and he's going to be my dad soon!" Susan laughs as she narrows her eyes at Amelia. “Stop telling lies Amelia, we have never even seen your dad here ever. And, if your dad is Iron Man, well, then my dad is … my dad is Batman!” At her words, all the rest of the children start to point and laugh at Amelia and the little girl’s face turns red with embarrassment. Her eyes well up with tears, and she fights to hold them back.

"But, daddy never changes. Feeling the world is in daddy's hands, then doing anything without thinking about the impact on others. The slander against Fisya is just the tip of the finger from daddy's mistake. There are many bigger mistakes. Get ready! Because I make sure everything will be uncovered. I will be your opponent!” Adyatma knew that his son also had a stubborn streak. However, he had never seen Regan like that. He returned to Regan and greeted his son's face with a strong punch. Regan fell again. He didn't want to get up again. He leaned against the foot of the table and spoke in that position. "Is Daddy satisfied? I'm not dead yet. Who knows daddy still wants to hit me? Do it now

But Bateman wasn’t finished. “You know, I was in upper management when your father took over direct supervision from Theodore. I saw him in action on a daily basis. No matter why he came in the first place, your father stayed for one reason and one reason only. The people.” Damien’s eyes shot open, giving him a too-clear view of the white ceiling tiles. He wished he could throw out some quick, sarcastic remark, but his normally agile brain remained blank. “So… what are you saying?” he asked, instead.

They were wearing matching LEGO Batman pajamas, and their hair was damp like they’d just finished their bath. “Hi, Daddy!” They greeted me when I leaned in to be visible. Andrea stiffened slightly when my chin rested on her shoulder, but she didn’t pull back. “Hey, buds.” I grinned. I’d missed the twins so much. My days just weren’t the same without being able to hang out with them, and I had to be honest, spending so much time with Clara was starting to prove exhausting. She demanded more attention than my five-year-olds. Andrea touched the phone screen reverently, as if she were actually touching their little faces. “Talk to me,” she said, trembling slightly. “How was your day? Is Grandpa

William laughed “Thanks dad, you're the best” Zion returned from chit-chatting with his teacher in the superman costume “Uncle Dunlop, I must say your batman outfit is cool even though I'm not really a big fan of batman” “I'll take that as a compliment. Thank you” “Wow, wow, wow. Everyone's so focused on him that no one even cares or like my outfit” I said kind of hurt They finally turned attention to me “Your outfit is amazing mom” Zion said first “You and dad compliment each other. I mean there's a bit of rivalry between batman and Catwoman but they loved each other” William noted

he advised once more, his grave tone attempting to dissuade his friend. Braston smiled a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I know, Madock. But this little one needs a home.” And, as if to confirm his words, he went into the room, finishing dressing the baby in warm clothes. Madock observed from a distance, impressed by how naturally Braston prepared the bottle. The scene was incongruent with the dangerous life they both led, but in that moment, Braston was just a father taking care of his child. “I bet even your wife doesn’t take care of the baby as well as you do,” he commented, his voice tinged with irony.