A/n: this was requested by @pinkdreamerglitter. Hope y’all enjoy! GN as always please lemme know if there’s any mistakes. And keep in mind I’m not a painter or someone with any artistic abilities so this may seem a bit off
You were practically in a trance as you moved your brush over the canvas, trying your best to make it match the image in your head. You had always loved painting and had made many masterpieces over the years for your family and the public to enjoy. Your father, billionaire socialite that he was, had managed to get some of your better paintings into local art galleries and many people had loved them.
Now though, you were working on more of a pet project. It was one that you were definitely hoping your family would want to keep in the mansion as you were dedicating it to them. Well, maybe not to them exactly. But definitely their vigilante personas.
Your family was of course Bruce Wayne and his sons, Batman and his robins. You had never gotten invested in the whole crime fighting lifestyle but you still helped out when you could. Whether that was by running the computer and comms at night, making them all breakfast when it had been long hours and they were too tired to function, or even just being a shoulder to cry on after the harder missions.
This was going to be special though. You had been doing your best to keep it a secret from them. Not an easy feat, considering you lived with some of the world’s best detectives. You could only work on it when they were on patrol, which had led to many a late night, but it was going to be worth it when you saw the looks on their faces when they saw your gift.
It was almost done. Tonight was the night that you’d finally finish it and as you added a few more small details, a few more layers in the thinner spots, and waited for it all to dry so that you could add the varnish and finally be done with this. You took a step back after it was all finished and smiled proudly to yourself as you took it in. It was definitely the best of your works and one of the most detailed, as you had had plenty of time to study your family in their costumes during their patrols and training.
You were so excited to finally show it to them! They were going to love it! You were already pulling out your phone to dial your father’s number when a thought occurred to you. While it was one of the nights when crime was slow, judging from all their complaints that you heard when you went down to check on Alfred in the cave, you couldn’t take them away from their job. They were keeping the city safe, which was part of the entire reason you had chosen to paint this for them.
Could you really make them leave that? All because you wanted to be selfish and show them what you did? There would be other times to present your work, other times when they weren’t actively working to save people. They were too busy, you’d just be a bother if you called them right now. A frown worked it’s way across your face as you thought and you sighed as you looked at the painting.
“You can wait another night.” You murmured to yourself as you began to put your paints away. You were always careful to clean up your work space. But you couldn’t bring yourself to put the painting away. Your painting studio was a room close to the library and the boys normally knew to stay out of it. Would it really be that bad if you left it out? Just This once? The chances of them coming in here after patrol was super low anyway.
So with a heavy sigh, you left it out and went to bed. You were pretty tired after all.
Bruce and the boys were hardly tired when they got back from patrol. It had been a slow night and while they had been bored out of their minds, they hadn’t really done enough to tire themselves out. “Alfred, do you happen to know where y/n is? Tim had mentioned going to a 24-hour diner to get a meal and I wanted to bring them with us. You’re, of course, always invited.” He said to the old butler.
“While I appreciate the thought, I have much better things to be eating than a plateful of greasy food Master Bruce. Y/n, though, I believe was in their studio.” Alfred said. Bruce nodded and the others insisted on going with him to see you and invite you. They knew that if you were in the studio then you were working and if they wanted to pull you away from your work, then they had to bring their A-game.
Of course, they were very surprised when they opened the door to your studio to find no sign of you, other than a drying painting on an easel.
“Woah did y/n make this?” Tim asked as he looked at it. They all stared at the painting in awe. You had painted the five of them all next to each other, framed by the night sky and the tall skyscrapers of the city with their windows illuminated. It looked as if the viewer was looking up into the sky to see the five descending on them.
It was obvious that you had taken a little bit of inspiration from the many traditional paintings in museums that featured a religious or supernatural element. Bruce’s cape was flowing behind him, painted to look like bat wings. The bat signal also shone above his head, the faint beam of light painted to be visibly coming from a building. But by the way it hovered over his head, it was reminiscent of a halo.
“They outdid themselves.” Bruce said but your brothers hardly heard him as they inspected the painting. Somehow, you had managed to give each of them a form of wings and halos. Dick’s was in the form of his shadow behind him, illuminated by a billboard that he conveniently seemed to be jumping by in the painting. His escrima sticks were crossed over top of his head and the blue electricity that flowed made a small light blue circlet above him. “They really did.” He said in agreement.
Jason’s wings were in the form of his leather jacket billowing behind him, feathery outlines able to seen on the fabric when he looked closer. His halo wasn’t quite a traditional one, a broken circle made of the light reflecting off of his helmet. But he figured that it was an intentional thing, you weren’t the type to make mistakes in your work. He could see that you had used a bright green paint where his eyes were and knew that you were referencing his resurrection from the dead. “They did really good. So many small details.” He murmured as he leaned closer. He was a literary nerd, used to looking for symbolism in tiny words. He was going to do the exact same thing to your painting.
Tim and Damian’s wings were both done through their capes as well, the fabric seeming to spread in the shape of them. Tim’s though was darker and had less of a shine to them while Damian’s were brighter and shinier due to their yellow color. He noticed that a small part of his cape was angled oddly from the rest of it and pointed it out to the older boys. “Maybe it’s because you died too? My halo is broken so maybe they gave you a broken wing?” Jason muttered out loud. “Tt. The symbolism is too covert for anyone not in this family to understand.” Damian said.
“I don’t think this is meant for anyone outside the family Damian. They obviously put a lot of work into this. There’s so much personal detail, I think it’s meant for us.” Tim said as he admired it some more. His and Damian’s halos were from street lights shining down on them and he smiled at that. Red Robin and Robin, were their older brothers and father worked in complete darkness they were still allowed to be in the light sometimes. He loved that you had added that in.
“We have to go tell them how much we love it!” Dick suddenly shouted before he ran from the room. “You can’t tell them if I get there first dickhead!” Jason yelled before he took off. Tim and Damian shared a competitive glare before they each tried to run out as well, even though Damian tripped the older boy so he could get a head start. Bruce only shook his head in exasperation as he helped Tim up and followed behind them.
You were rudely awoken by your door being thrown open and your brothers all babbling at once. You blinked in confusion as your mind began to slowly catch up with what they were saying. “Wait! You saw my painting?” You asked.
“We did! Y/n it was so well done!” Tim said. “We looked so cool in it!” Dick agreed. “You did a nice job.” Jason said and Damian nodded as he looked at you. “I doubt any of your incompetent artistic rivals could do as well as you.” He said and you laughed.
“That’s great to hear. I wanted to show it to you myself though. I was going to call you earlier but I figured you’d be too busy for it.” You said. Bruce frowned at your words and shook his head.
“We’re never too busy for you y/n. Never. It doesn’t matter if it’s a painting of yours or if you just need one of us to talk to. We’re always here for you.” He said.
“Yeah! Just like how You’re always here for us!” Dick added on. You laughed and opened your arms wide, wanting a big hug after all of their reassuring words. You got your wish as they gave you a group hug, even if it was a bit uncomfortable with all of their armpit squishing against you.
“Now, your brothers came up with many theories behind your smaller details in the painting. So we have to sit here and listen to them so that you can prove them right or wrong.” Your dad said, making you groan.
It was looking like another long night in that case.