Introduction:

To the people of Gotham, you could be considered their "Golden Girl", their "Oprah Winfrey", their, and your personal favorite, "Cinderella". And why?

You managed to catch the heart and eye of Gotham's Golden Boy, Bruce Wayne.

It was a whirlwind romance for you two and your lives' sounded like a modern day fairytale. Young upbeat GDN (Gotham Daily News) reporter at a fancy charity ball at the Wayne Manor bumps into the Prince of Gotham, spilling champagne everywhere. Both leave to get cleaned up and are fascinated with each other from that day forward. It was heart-warming to say the least.

What made it even better was the fact that Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy, wanted to put a ring on it.

Which, of course, you were totally ok with.

You didn't love Bruce because of his money (and you made sure to tell him that daily; too many people abused their privilege of knowing him because of that). You didn't love Bruce because he was "The Batman'' (and what a conversation that had been when you discovered that little secret). You loved Bruce because of his caring heart, his determination, and his constant search of justice. And the fact that he had Alfred. That too.

You knew life was going to never be the same, though, when Alfred walked into the Manor with a young, nine year old boy. You hadn't anticipated it; Bruce never once spoke of having children, and you always assumed you had time to become a mother (you were really young).

But looking into the eyes of the child, who you recognized as being Richard (Dick) Grayson of Haley's Circus (both you and Bruce had been there when his parents died tragically), changed your perspective and your role. You immediately stepped into the shoes of a mother and did everything in your power to demonstrate to Dick that he was loved and cared for; that he was your very own 'baby bird'. Speaking of which, when Bruce had suggested training Dick to become his sidekick, you almost lost it. But you agreed on the account of how excited Dick was. The life was slowly coming back in his eyes and you were not about to squash that with your concern for his safety. However, you did get some say in his costume (which is why it did not follow the typical 'black, black, and sometimes very dark gray' scheme that your husband implied; no child of yours was going to get hit by a car in the dead of night).

Life was typical following that. Helping Dick with his homework, making sure his cuts and bruises were healed after a tough night of patrolling, comforting him when he had nightmares. You even got to meet Barbara Gordon, who you connected with instantly and who became like a daughter to you. You fell into routine. A routine that lasted for years.

Until, when Dick had just turned seventeen, Bruce showed up in the Batmobile with a young teenage boy, age fourteen. Apparently, the kid had tried to steal the wheels off the Batmobile so he could sell them for money. It was a gutsy move, but still impressive in some aspects. You made sure to tell the child that, and he blushed at your comments. A name was then spoken:

Jason Todd.

And once again, you were thrust into mother-mode, though you never really left it since Dick was still a teenager (and forever would be your baby). And things were difficult at first; Jason had come from a very bad background and was very closed-off. It took you close to a year for you to get your first 'mom' out of him. Every night you would remind him over and over again how much you loved him and how glad you were that he tried to steal the Batmobile's tires (though you made him swear to never do it again) because it led him to you. And then, just two months afterwards, he was killed by the Joker and you thought you would die from a broken heart. Your little Jaybird, the second Robin since Dick decided to change his name, was gone. It didn't help your spirit either when Dick decided to move out to Blüdhaven or when Bruce threw himself into Batman because he couldn't stand to think about what happened.

Months passed since Jason's death. You knew that you were going to die from a broken heart.

And then there was a knock on the Manor's door.

Lo and behold, there was yet another small child standing on your doorstep; he looked like a combination of Dick and Jason and it made your heart hurt. He had been drenched with rain and he simply looked at you and said, "I know your husband is the Batman." And with that, Tim Drake entered your life.

For once, it was you introducing a young boy (who was only thirteen years old) to your husband, demanding that you were going to "keep him". He couldn't say no, now could he? And so, Tim Drake became the newest Robin; number 3.

He helped you heal from Jason's death and helped you regain your passion for being a mother. You would stay up late with him while he worked on his schoolwork after a patrol or just couldn't sleep from the accident that had killed his mother and forced his father into a coma. You, admittedly, were the one who got him addicted to coffee, though you would never admit that to Bruce or Alfred. You actually were able to help him a bit in his detective work as well, since you had been a reporter once upon a time.

And then Jason was alive. Your second child was reborn by the Lazarus Pit, a nasty substance Bruce told you about. Dick was the one to tell you. The eighteen year old explained it all to you after you patched him up from wounds he had suffered from a man named "The Red Hood". It ached you, deep in your core, that your son was in so much pain, both emotionally and physically, that you tried to do everything you could to support him, even though you couldn't see him. Every Saturday night, you would bake his favorite cookies and leave them on the second-story hall table; it was next to a window that never really shut properly. Jason had been the one to point that out to you. You made sure to add cute notes to the platter. It was what you used to tell him every night before bed. Sometimes the cookies weren't taken, others you could tell that Bruce had gotten hungry. But on the rare occasions, the platter would go missing and you would find the plate a few days later on the front porch. But even if Jason never took a single one, it always made you feel better that you were trying.

During all this time, you met Tim's special lady friend, Stephanie Brown. Though the fifteen year old (to Tim's thirteen) had a mother already, you welcomed her as one of your own children, calling her a 'daughter' from time to time (hinting to both Tim and Steph that one day it could be official; you had done it to Dick and Barbara, you would do it again). You loved having another girl to hang out with since Barbara's departure to college. You helped design a costume for her when she decided to become the newest Robin (Tim changed his name to Red Robin). Years passed and life was good.

The world brought you to Cassandra Cain. In a way, she was like Jason; she had been crafted in her life to kill (in Jason's case, his "new life") and she would not hesitate to do so immediately. Unlike the rest of the boys, she was old when you met her. A whooping eighteen years old, to be precise. It had been when Gotham was nearly leveled by an earthquake that you officially met her; she was to take over the role of Batgirl from Stephanie, who had recently switched to Robin. Bruce had brought her home, and at that point you were used to it. You greeted Cassandra with a smile and a tour of the Manor. You spent the long nights when the rest were at patrols teaching yourself sign language so you would be able to communicate with your ward. The day you were able to tell Cassandra that you loved her in ASL was probably the happiest you had ever seen the girl. You were given a hug immediately afterwards, along with a teary 'I love you too' in return from Cassandra.

But then the Gotham Wars happened.

Bruce refused to allow you outside of the Manor; said it was too dangerous for you to even get groceries. You obeyed because you knew that he knew what he was doing; he was the Batman, after all. He was more aware of the shady under-dealings in the city then you were, despite the ace reporter you were once upon a time. He even managed to convince your two sons, Dick and Jason, along with Barbara, to return to Gotham to help out you and the city. You were constantly surrounded by your "Batfamily", as you called it, since it consisted of Bruce (Batman), Alfred (Butler), Dick (Nightwing), Barbara (Oracle), Jason (Red Hood), Cassandra (Batgirl), Tim (Red Robin), and Stephanie (Robin). But things got ugly in the city real fast. Bruce stripped Stephanie of her rights to be Robin; she was getting sloppy and he couldn't trust her. You understood. It was a terrible thing, no matter how necessary it was. But then, Stephanie had to prove herself. And you lost yet another child, and you knew no matter how much wishing you did, it would not bring her back.

Dick was a startling twenty-three years old, followed by Jason who was twenty. Cassandra was eighteen. Tim rounded up the group by being seventeen, and Stephanie would have been nineteen. But you had to keep moving. You knew it was what she would have wanted you to do.

It was becoming a trend, you noticed, that when you were at your lowest of lows, a new child would appear to kick you out of your funk. In the case after Stephanie, quite literally.

Enter Damian Wayne, the secret love-child of your husband and Talia Al Ghul. Now, you were generally a very kind person, but Talia just managed to stir your blood in the wrong way. Even you and Selina Kyle got along well, so why not her? Because of how she treated her son was your reason why. Along with other reasons, like how her son came to be in the first place.

You didn't try to impose your presence on Damian; only rarely did you actively go searching for him. You didn't want to give the child the impression that you were trying to replace his mother. It was only after comforting him from a nightmare one night that he asked why you were keeping your distance from him. A conversation was held in which you shed many tears, but you then made it your duty to become his mother. Tim and Cassandra certainly helped and hindered the process by his presence; in a way, by them calling you the many different variations of 'Mom', it helped to set the scene for Damian of how a healthy household looked like. Dick and Jason, when they did appear, helped to move that along as well.

Then, of course, Stephanie turned out to still be alive, which threw you into a loop of emotions. Not to mention that fact that there was a teenage boy who looked just like Bruce popping in every once and a while to say hello. You think his name is Terry, but you haven't had the chance to really talk with him enough to know.

And finally, life was beginning to calm down. It was just you alongside your seven kids (adopted or otherwise) and your handsome husband and whatever other creature Damian happened to smuggle into the house while the both of you weren't looking.

And then you got pregnant.

Who's ready for that adventure?

A/N: Hello everyone! Thank you for reading my first ever Batman fanfic! I noticed that this site doesn't really have any Batmom fanfictions, so, with that, I decided to make one of my own. I'm writing it in 2nd person, something that I have never done before, so if anybody notices any mistakes, please let me know and I will try to fix them! Also, I rated it T just in case for the future (like, if I have to do a traumatic scene of kidnapping or one of the Batboys having a nightmare, etc.) I tried to make the story lines are coherent as possible, adding as much big story information that I could find about every character. If there's something missing that you would like to see, just say so!

This is going to be a series of one-shots set through Pregnant!Batmom's life, and they can have a whole variety on them. I would love to hear any one-shot suggestions you all have, I'm all down with that!

For the ones who have read some of my other works, so sorry I haven't posted in a long time. Things have arisen in my life that require more attention and I've kind of fallen out of creative writing. I'm hoping this will help spark my creative juices.

The goal (and I say this very lightly) is to have a new chapter posted up every Sunday night (I got a little less time to post the next chapter). I've never really had a deadline for myself before, because I'm horrible at keeping them, but I'm hoping that I can change and actually stick to a schedule!

With that, leave a comment, question, review, conspiracy theory, or idea for what you would like to see next in the story (also, comment which Batfamily member is your favorite: mine is a tie between Dick and Terry).

Love you all and stay safe!

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