Brown eyes scanned the crowded ballroom, Amy kept her eyes out for her children. Easily, she spotted Damian hidden behind a large potted plant. A smile crossed her face as she saw Damian wasn't alone. Ella stood beside her brother, her dark waves hidden in the crown braids she wore. Amy's heart squeezed as she moved her eyes in search of her oldest two children.
A hand pressed against the petite brunette's back. "What are you up to?" a familiar voice whispered against the shell of her ear.
Amy's grin grew as she spun around to see her husband. Even in three inch heels, Amelia Wayne was only five feet four, in comparison to her husband's six feet two. Bruce easily towered over his wife, but neither complained.
"Keeping an eye on our children," Amy answered as she pressed her hands against Bruce's chest.
Blue eyes met brown as he gazed at his wife. "They know better than to misbehave at a gala," Bruce reminded his wife. His eyes narrowed as he glanced around for his children.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night dear," she said with a sly grin on her red painted lips. She gently patted her husband's cheek before she turned on heel and made her way over to Dick.
A warm smile crossed her lips as she looked at her oldest Robin, he stood with an wrapped around Barbara Gordon's waist. The Batgirl who had taken over her role as the woman of the night. The auburn haired woman looked happy and gorgeous in her beautiful dark blue dress a soft homage to the first Batgirl and Nightwing costumes.
"Ah, the woman of the hour," Commissioner Gordon said as he caught sight of the Wayne Matriarch.
"Hello Jim," Amy greeted Gotham's Police Commissioner wit ha warm smile as she sidled up to her son's left side. "Barbara," she added as she met the red head's gaze.
"Amy," Babs greeted in return as she moved from Dick's side to hug her mentor and mother figure.
Amy's arms held onto her surrogate daughter tightly, Barbara would always hold a special place in her heart. She enjoyed time with her red head child, just as much as the rest of her chaotic children.
"Hey, where's my hug?" Dick cried out in outrage as he looked at his mom.
Both the brunette and red head scoffed at his question. Amy sighed and didn't say a word to her son. Instead, she shook her head at her first son.
"What?" Dick asked as he looked at his mother.
-fin
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