This story will have a sequel at some point that will follow a general timeline of the Dark Knight Rises...stay tuned!
Six months later Bruce was doing some work for Wayne Enterprises in his home in Kensington, where he and Mia had decided to stay until after their children were born. During that time, he'd spent many an afternoon with George Weasley, going over his inventions and giving the wizard suggestions on how to improve on a few of his ideas that were still in the development stages.
Mia had spent her days in research. Since the curse had lifted in its entirety, several pregnancies had been reported worldwide and many Wizarding Ministries had immediately contacted Minister Shacklebolt to inquire as to the impetus for the miracle. Kingsley had invited Magical dignitaries from around the world to Britain, and then had Mia speak to them. The conclusion of those meetings had taken barely two weeks, and Mia was forbidden from speaking about it directly but she had seemed pleased...so that was enough for him.
His children had come early, as the Healers at St. Mungo's had promised they would. On May 1st, 2009–Damien Thomas Wayne and Rose Martha Wayne were born to much fanfare. The hospital was filled with Weasley's, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. Congratulations came in from all over the world and Bruce had simply been overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support for his family—his wife in particular. He had known that she was a noted War Heroine, but to actually witness the level of adoration was astonishing.
Bruce had asked George to be godfather to Damien and Luna was asked to be Godmother. Hermione had then asked Neville to be Rose's godfather and in a surprise no one saw coming...Pansy Parkinson to be her godmother. George and Pansy had officially become engaged a month before the twins were born and Mia had spent quite a bit of time with the witch. Ironically, they had found much in common and had actually become rather good friends.
No one had been more surprised than Draco Malfoy.
Bruce smiled to himself when he though back on the last few months and how easy it had been living here in London. Even Alfred had been enjoying the opportunities for renewed relations with some of his old military mates and had even spent some time taking Mia to the theatre.
But now, as he stared at his wife who was cooing softly at their daughter and feeding her, while their son lay asleep in his cradle—Bruce couldn't help but feel his heart swell with love and contentment. This here, his family, was everything he'd ever wanted and had convinced himself he'd never have. The twins were now three months old, and it was getting harder and harder to imagine leaving London and returning back to Gotham. But that was the plan. Lucius was running things as well as he could, but Wayne Manor was finally rebuilt and truth be told, Bruce was excited to show Mia his family home.
Things in Gotham had stabilized since the fall of the Joker. The faux accident that George and Draco had arranged for Harvey and Rachel had left both in the hospital for a bit. Harvey had a concussion and some bruising aided by magic, but he'd been released within a couple days. Rachel however, hadn't been so lucky. Her concussion and subsequent amnesia had led to her being put on temporary leave from the District Attorney's office. Bruce had felt somewhat guilty, but Alfred had stayed in Gotham to make sure she recovered before heading to London. Draco Malfoy had done a stellar job at modifying her memories and while certain things remained intact (her job, her relationship with Harvey) other things didn't. Rachel had very little memory of Bruce, other than the time they'd spent as children before his parents died. As promised, she didn't remember any of their romantic entanglement, which was just fine as far as Bruce was concerned. Neither Harvey nor Rachel remembered Mia being a witch, or Bruce as Batman.
It was all for the best.
Bruce heard his daughter cooing and he smiled widely, chuckling at the picture his two girls made sitting there with the sun reflecting behind them. The summer in London had been unseasonably warm, and as such they'd spent quite a bit of time outdoors.
"Are you done with your work yet?"
"Just finishing up. Is she done eating?"
"Mmhmm," Mia lifted Rose and gently lifted her so she could burp her appropriately. After a few moments, Rose complied and Mia switched her to the other breast. "This one is hungry."
Rose latched on and started suckling in earnest and Bruce left his paperwork to come and sit next to his wife—leaning over and cupping the back of his daughter's head while she fed.
"I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing this." He admitted before placing a soft kiss on his wife's shoulder. "Are you sure you're ready to head back to Gotham?"
Mia lifted her head and looked back at him, her eyes were guarded but he could tell she wasn't afraid. "I am. I'll miss everyone here but it's not as if we can't come back and visit Bruce. Besides, Kingsley has already filed the paperwork to get an international floo approved for us at Wayne Manor which means that the Weasley's are only a floo away."
He shook his head in wonder. "I still have a hard time believing that a floo can travel so far. Magical transport is so much more convenient."
"It is." Mia admitted with a grin. "You've adjusted admirably to apparition."
Bruce shrugged but didn't deny it. Mia had once told him the side apparition was much worse than doing it directly, but as he had only the former to judge by—Bruce had gotten quite used to side-alonging with Mia when necessary.
"Alfred said the plane will be ready to leave tomorrow. I'm sorry we will have to fly home."
"It's fine Bruce. It's not like we have to fly commercial and besides, it will be good to get the children exposed to all kinds of travel."
Bruce nodded as he watched Mia detach Rose from her breast and gently covered herself up before burping their daughter. A moment later, Rose was fast asleep and set into the cradle next to her brother. They instinctively reached for each other and both parents smiled down at the twins, who were already the best of friends.
"So, do you want more children?" Bruce whispered into her ear and Mia giggled at him, seeing the leering expression on his face.
"Bruce! I've just been cleared by the Healer as you well know. I don't think I'm ready to get pregnant again any time soon!"
"But you do want more, right?"
She turned to face her husband and cupped his cheek as he stared at her with cautious anticipation.
"Of course I'd like to have more. In a few years."
Bruce nodded again. "A few years is doable, I suppose."
Mia snickered and Bruce just smirked at her. He hadn't been kidding when he'd told Mia he'd keep her pregnant and wanted the Manor to be filled with their children.
"I never imagined having a large family because being an only child, I'd always pictured one maybe two children at the most. But after having these little angels, I don't think I'd mind having a few more."
Bruce pulled her into his embrace and kissed her soundly. For a few moments they were lost in each other before he moved back slightly.
"Whatever you want Mia. I'm so happy and I'd never thought this would be my life. So, thank you for loving me and giving me a family."
"You deserve it Bruce—you always have even when you couldn't see it. I love you and I will always love you. This here? There's no where else I'd rather be than with you and our children. Whether we are here or in Gotham, home is wherever you are."
Bruce swallowed back the tears as he tilted his head down in acknowledgement. "I fully agree with that, Mia. You're my home. You're my everything."
Mia blushed but her grin was blinding as she gently placed a soft kiss on her husband's lips in gratitude.
"So Gotham then?"
Bruce nodded. "Gotham."
Bruce sighed, but his expression turned serious as he considered the question. After a moment he said, "Gotham will always need Batman. As long as there's injustice, I can't stand by and not make Gotham safer for you and our children."
"Then I suppose we will just need to make sure that Batman has everything he needs to do the job safely. Or as safe as he can be while going out and fighting criminals. Just promise me something?"
"Anything Mia, you know that."
She nodded and then said firmly, "If it becomes too dangerous, you'll walk away. Promise me that you'll put our family first."
"Always Mia. You and our children will always be my number one priority. I promise you."
In the ensuing years, Bruce Wayne would often remember that promise he'd made to his wife. He just hadn't known how difficult it would be to keep it.