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dcxdpdabbles · 8 months

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Cave boy Danny has way to much fun fucking with the bats after a while. Jason is too until Danny bites him after some unwanted human contact. Alfred gets a big wave of nostalgia when Danny does it too.

Danny can say that the Waynes have been ridiculously welcoming, all things considered. He still hasn't come clean about not being Bruce Wayne's alternative double, so to throw them off from finding out the truth and have a safe place to crash- he's missed plumbing- he has been invited to the Wayne Manor and has been lazing about when under their watch.

If there was one thing apparent, it was that Bruce Wayne did not laze about. It was mind-blowing to those who knew him to see Danny- a version of Bruce- act like walking across the room for a remote was too much work.

It drove them mad to see such a difference between them, and thus, none of the Waynes noticed Danny's side project to get home.

The Waynes gave him a giant room and helped set up a fake Identity for him while they worked on getting him home. To the public, he was Danny Kane, a long-lost relative recently coming to Bruce for help.

Thanks to the support of Jacob and Kate, they agree to make it seem that Jack Kane- Danny's made-up father- was the result of Bruce's material grandfather having a fling after his wife's death. Jake was hidden from the public eye but had his father's financial support until he was an adult.

Jack was never bitter and told Danny stories of his wayward father, filled with love to prove it. These stories inspired Danny to seek out the remaining Kanes after Jack's untimely death, which led him to Bruce as Martha Wayne nee Kane's son.

The day Danny would be sent home, the Waynes would fake his death, and no one would be the wiser that Danny Kane never existed.

Fine by Danny

. He only planned to stick around long enough to get his ship ready and pinpoint a location that had the vile between the living and dead thin enough to slice his way back to the Ghost Zone.

Unlike Wulf, who could open portals wherever he wanted, Danny had to find points weak enough to punch a hole through. He knows his parent's portal was way out of his set of skills, and he sure as hell wasn't going to give anyone the idea to build their own here. Two percent of portals were already two too many.

He mostly hung around the house- with someone always close by in a poor attempt to hide the fact they were watching him. Most of the time, Danny was either lazing around the house, eating and sleeping, and it felt like a costly vacation.

He refused to help on the coms when the Bats went out to kick ass, even after Dick offered to sit in front of monitors and relay information to the heroes like he was offering the chance of a lifetime.

This seems to disturb everyone else in the house except for Alfred.

If anything, the fact Danny straight-up refused to put on tights and rush into night to fight crime made Alfred adore him. The butler claimed he was worried everyone in the family would forget what everyday life was supposed to feel like.

A few Waynes couldn't seem to wrap their heads around the concept.

"You're not interested at all?" Tim asks, eyes narrowed. He was among the few who thought Danny was suspicious for not wanting to risk his life to fight the corrupted system.

"Nah, man, I'm good here. I got my nachos, I got a movie room and I got the softest bathrobe ever bathrobe." Danny snuggles more profoundly into the pink plush robe that Steph had lent him. "Why would I want to ruin any of these? Sides, I can't even throw a punch."

".....There has never been a single alternative Bruce Wayne that wasn't involved in this life in some way. If not as a hero then he was a villain. Bruce as a villain is one of the most dangerous things that can ever happen across the multiverse" Tim reveals grimly. "We've won every single encounter but only by the skin of our teeth."

"Damn. Let me guess. You guys beat the evil Bruces by sending his kids after him."

"Yes."

"Problem solve. You already know you can kick my ass, so if I try anything, you can take me out, right?" Danny doesn't wait for a answer. He turns away from the teenager to stare at the movie screen showing his picked movie. "I can do nothing but tremble before your bat might."

Tim steps into his line of sight. "I mean it. You do anything to harm this family and will regret it."

"Does that mean I can't bite Jason again? That sucks. It's the only way I can get him to stop trying to drag me to galas. He wants to scare the other rich people with my poor people's manners."

Tim's lip twitches and Danny knows he's fighting to keep his face under control. "You didn't have to lock your jaw in like that."

"I really did. Jason tested me."

Tim tilts his head. "You don't really feel like Bruce. You look just like him at fifteen. Alfred says you act just like him. But for the last three weeks, you've been trying really hard to make it seem like you're okay with doing nothing."

"I am comfortable doing nothing."

"I think you're lying," Tim says, moving closer to stare down into Danny's eyes with frankly a manic glare. Danny's core flares up with the sense of challenge he finds in that dark blue gaze.

Which is a first for a human, and frankly is terrifying. If Tim had been a ghost he would have easily been an Ancient assistant or a baby Ancient. He has to be able to match Danny's power like this. Holy shit.

"I think your parents didn't give you enough love as a child, and now you seek approval from everyone around you while trying to push everyone away because you are too scared to make yourself valuable. You find yourself in an endless loop of self-doubt and self-hate by doing both simultaneously." Danny blurts. He watches Tim freeze, then winces. "Shit, sorry, the psychoanalyze came out as a reflection. Forget that."

Tim is still frozen in a way Danny recognizes as someone hearing something challenging to come to terms with. This is why he needs to break the habit of using Jazz's psyche training as a weapon.

He forgets not everyone insults each other with their deepest insecurities. That's just how he and Jazz love.

"...Do you want to watch the Grey Ghost Marathon with me?" He asks after a long pause. Tim closes his eyes before plumping down next to him.

"I like that."

Neither mention Jason, who is gasping in the last row of seats and attempting to suppress muffled laughter behind the wrist cast that Danny lovingly gave him at the last gala.

On a side note, Danny Kane is called "Rabid Dog." by the elites of Gotham, who watched the boy make three grown men cry after two minutes of talking to him and also witness four Waynes attempt to pry his mouth open screaming, "No Danny drop it. drop it!" while the boy munched on Jason's wrist.

No one has noticed that half of the tech has disappeared.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #cave boy #Part 3 #Danny is attempting to be as different of Bruce as he can be #Tim thinks he's a evil Bruce pretending to be good #Jason taungted the dog and got bite #Everyone else just thinks Danny is the normal amount of weird for being a bruce

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deadsetobsessions · 1 month

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Bruce didn’t come here often. Perhaps that was terrible of him but he couldn’t bear to visit his son’s resting place. It was difficult to equate his high-spirited son, bright as the sun itself and endlessly brilliant despite the more he grew up in, to the cold and lifeless stone engraved with his name and words that did not encompass everything his son was to him.

His hands were full of flowers, Jason’s favorite books, a round rock, and his son’s favorite foods.

Bruce didn’t come here often, because it broke his heart even more when he did, but today was a day that love and grief triumphed over his need to avoid.

He walked down the winding pathway, Alfred a silent sentinel behind him. He hated it, but he understood. Today was the only day Alfred allowed himself to be emotionally closed off. He’d lost a grandson.

Bruce didn’t come here often, but his son’s birthday was a day Bruce would remember how to love and live again, just for Jason.

“I will be over here, Master Bruce.” Alfred stopped at his designated spot, where Bruce had added a bench and a draping tree to shade Alfred as he stood vigil.

The first time they’d- it was April, and the sun- after the funeral, Bruce was lost in the throes of grief and had kneeled over the freshly tilled dirt for hours. Alfred had stood there, in that same spot, in the city’s rare blazing sun until Bruce came back to himself.

Bruce had almost lost his second father that day, and what good was wealth if it could not prevent that? And so, water, shade, a bench, and a space heater was added.

Bruce knows better than anyone how stubborn Alfred can be, when it comes to matters of the heart. After all, he didn’t have to raise Bruce after Martha and Thomas died.

“Alright, Alfred.”

Bruce splits from the haggard butler with pointed looks at the water bottles he’d prepared for today for Alfred (who manages, this time, a faint but amused raise of an eyebrow) and walks towards Jason Todd’s grave.

Here where his son is buried, the grass is kept green. In April, Forget-Me-Nots bloomed and dotted the place where Bruce’s world collapsed with bright colors. In August, it is still green, but the tin engraved with the names of the deceased stood out without the flowers.

Bruce kneeled and quietly arranged the flowers before placing them in the tin. He set the platters of food down and uncovered them. The scent of chili dogs made his heart stutter, flashes of a bright smile and book references blinding Bruce with their nostalgia.

He swallowed, grief building, and placed the stone he’d brought atop the gravestone. He sat back, gripping Jason’s book with white knuckles.

Bruce didn’t turn around when clothing rustled behind him. Alfred would have verbally cut down anyone that dared to approach them today, especially here. That he didn’t do so was telling of who it would be.

“I’m still mad at you, for not telling me as soon as you knew.” Dick Grayson sat down, hand over one of Jason’s school bag pins he had carefully attached to the front of his jacket.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“He deserved better. I should have been there.” Dick whispered, placing another bundle of flowers into the tin. It fit, but barely. “I would have dropped everything to come find him. Even if it wasn’t on time, even if it wasn’t enough, I deserved to be there when he was buried. We were family.”

“I know.” Bruce repeated, no less regretful. In his grief, he had wronged his loved ones. “I’m sorry.”

Dick casted a quiet, assessing eye at him. Bruce stayed quiet.

“It’s too dreary,” Dick said. He took out paints, little statutes of robins, bright birds, and bits and bobs Bruce knew Jason would have loved had he been alive out of his pockets.

“It should be more colorful,” Dick murmured as he placed them artfully against the headstone.

They sat there, for a while. Dick glanced at… at Bruce’s hand, and settled down.

It’d been a while since they’ve spoken, but he knew what the man intentioned to do today. This will be the most Dick will have heard Bruce speak outside of his civilian obligations.

Bruce took the cue and gently opened Jason’s book. He’d bought it for Jason- the first gift- and he’d read it to Jason every night. Dick had a similar book.

“Call me Ishmael. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my purse…”

——

A boy with black hair and blue eyes wandered amongst the graveyard. They’ve been here for a while, and the man’s low rumble was soothing to listen to. The shades that hung about the graveyard settled as he read out loud from the book as his son sat quietly beside him.

As the boy, invisible and intangible, brushed his hand against the gravestone, he wondered why they were reading to an empty grave.

——

Dick had left long before Bruce did.

And when it was time to go, as stars began to climb and as the cold began to nip at his fingers, Bruce heard a quiet voice.

“Do not stand at his grave and weep,” and Bruce turned, recognizing the poem. “He is not there. He does not sleep.”

But there was no-one.

#dpxdc #but it doesn’t have to be #me (24 days ago): lol let’s write angst for fun #me (now and not prepared for the angst that i personally wrote): yo wtf #batman #Bruce Wayne #bruce Wayne’s shitty coping skills #except for on Jason’s birthday #Jason Todd (‘s grave)#Jason Todd #Alfred #alfred pennyworth #dick Grayson

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flamingpudding · 8 months

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Part 11 of Ghost Kid in Gotham

>>Masterpost >>AO3

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One Step Closer

Casandra stared at the child hiding in the antic behind storage boxes. Her siblings were out on patrol and Bruce practically had to drag Damian out on it for once. She could see how their youngest was reluctant to leave his twin.

She couldn't say she understood but from his body language Cass could clearly see what she was able to understand. Damian was protective, worried, scared and loved. It wasn't much different from what he felt towards the rest of them yet it was highly amplified and not as subtitle as he usually made it seem.

It worried her. Should anything happen to Danny it would greatly hurt her youngest brother. That was why she had stayed back to help Alfred and Duke to look after their newest brother while everyone went out. Steph had wanted to stay too but Cass saw it and pushed her girlfriend towards the cave, shaking her head. Maybe next time.

Steph had too much energy and was too excited to stay with Danny. Damian probably knew it too. He had scowled when the louder ones of their siblings tried to volunteer. But Cass? She had seen it. Danny had stiffed once the child realized Damian was going to leave him for a short time.

Confused, protective, scared, defensive, worried.

She had wanted to tell their father to not force Damian on patrol, even if he had skipped it a lot lately in favor of staying with his twin. But when Alfred and Duke approached the boy as chosen watcher, he had calmed. He was still scared and defensive but also curious and nervous now.

Still she had stayed behind. Danny had still been scared and defensive.

Her worry was proven correct when not even after three minutes into the others leaving the little boy disappeared from their side. Danny was silent and knew what openings to use to slip away. But the way she didn't even sense it felt like more than just the league's training. It was like the little guy blinked out of existence. Duke had instantly used his ghost vision only to curse when he ran into a wall, again apparently.

Alfred had seemed rather amused and only gave them a knowing and amused smile. If Alfred wasn't panicked then Casandra wouldn't be either. The butler knew, so Danny wasn't in danger.

Still it had taken her some time and she was ready to call everyone back to help in the search for her newest brother but then she had seen him. It was only from the corner of her eye and once again Danny was very silent and didn't even make a single sound. She could have imagined seeing him but Cassandra trusted her instincts now.

Which led her to the current situation. She blinked as she moved to sit cross legged with a little distance in front of the child. Blue eyes were clearly watching her the moment she had entered his field of vision.

Defensive, scared, worried.

Smiling, she didn't move any closer at first. There was a green blob, a blob ghost according to her brothers, floating close to the child and some snacks laying around the boy, discarded wrapping papers and a stolen plate of Alfred's cookies. So that was why the butler had been amused, he knew Danny had taken them. A giggle wanted to bubble out but she suppressed it, opting to smile fondly.

"Cookies good?"

Her newest brother only tilted his head in confusion. She inched a little closer, stopping when Danny started to hiss slightly.

Defensive, protective, scared, confused.

Once the child stopped hissing she tried again, this time pointing at the cookie in Danny's hand. "Good?"

Defensive, confusion, realization.

Danny with wary eyes kept watching her as he broke the cookie in two and offered one half to the green blob that ate the piece in one go while Danny nibbled on it. His blue glowing eyes never left her. The boy continued eating the cookies like that, always sharing with that green blob while also keeping an eye on her.

Cass could only smile as she just sat there in silence. She had remembered to send Duke a text that she had found Danny but with that text she had also asked him to not come up here. There was no reason to unsettle her newest brother any more than needed.

Besides, she counted it as a win for her when after a while of silently enjoying each other's company and respecting Danny's boundaries, the boy himself slowly crawled closer to her. He wasn't touching her but he slid half a cookie over to Cass.

She wished she had taken a video of this. Just so that she could prove that Cass officially had one over her brothers now, except for Damian of course. Danny was close to her, not hissing and sharing one of the cookies the little biter had stolen. She would hold this over Dick for a long time.

Meanwhile in Amity Park…

"Where is the twerp?"

Suppressing a scream, Jazz whirled around and came face to face with Dan who stood behind her with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Glowing red eyes were glaring unblinkingly at her. It would be off putting if Jazz didn't know that there was an undertone of worry. She was alone and hadn't expected any of the others involved in the search to show up. Tucker and Sam were in school keeping up appearances and Ellie was following a ghost rumor two cities over to the west of Amity park.

Jazz looked over the other, taking in how unaffected the near mirror image of her brother looked. Dan had been mostly spared from the fallout in Amity, considering that he lived 90 percent of the time with Vlad with the other 10% spent in the ghost zone making friends with Fright Knight again and so far Dan had also avoided meeting their parents. Vlad, him and Ellie had been the last to hear of Danny's disappearance let alone his death announcement of their parents or rather from the GIW. It had been a month since that announcement and Jazz was honestly surprised that Dan hadn't shown up earlier. But Vlad had pulled back from Amity and who knew when their parents had informed him about Danny's 'death' if at all and the other man had only found out because he decided to visit now of all times.

Eitherway, the future version of her brother / time clone / cousin / second brother was now standing before her. "I know the twerp is not dead yet. And the old man is trying to get as much information out of Maddie and Jack as he can right now. So I decided to get information from you shits."

"Language Dan." Jazz corrected out of habit. She was amazed that Dan even found them but again Danny probably knew about this hidden room of Sam's Mansion, which they were now using as their debriefing room. Maps were laying everywhere as well as pinned to the walls. Some were marked red, places Ellie had already looked into and hadn't found any sign of Danny.

"We have been looking into a lot of towns with reported ghost sightings to try and find him but a lot of them came up with nothing. All fake with no real ghost appearances. Danny isn't dead, we know this because Ellie told us that the Ghost Zone would riot if he were, so-"

"Oh they wouldn't just be rioting. If humans killed or incapacitated the king this entire dimension would be done and over." Wasn't that reassuring to know, Jazz thought, her parents weren't just neglecting and too obsessed in their research. No, they and the GIW could be the cause of their entire Dimension dying if they ever got their hands on Danny again.

"The Fenton portal is closed, right? And I have asked Fright Knight to not let anyone slip through the old man's portal until I am back at the castle." Dan wasn't looking at her anymore but to the side a scowl clearly visible on his face. That was another mystery to Jazz, the Fenton portal one day shortly after Danny's disappearance and right before the death announcement stopped working. It just suddenly closed and no matter what her parents did, did not open again. "Don't know how long we can keep ghost idiots, that also want to go look for the twerp, in check. So you better hurry up and find him."

"Thank you, Dan." Jazz smiled fondly at her time double brother who only scowled and refused to make eye contact with her. "I am sure we will find Danny."

"Tried the Booo-merang, yet?" The other only muttered, but he did glance at Jazz from the corner of his eyes.

Jazz let out a sigh, remembering how throwing that thing was one of the first things she did upon returning from college and hearing about Danny's disappearance. "We did but it only flew a couple of meters before falling to the ground. Tucker is tinkering with it, thinking that Danny might just be out of range for it."

She heard an inaudible grumble from the other and smiled sadly. The Booo-merang had always been a sure fire way to find Danny but now even that wasn't working for them. Sam was convinced that they must have brought Danny to another GIW-facility far away from Amity before or after they announced his disappearance, but Tucker refuted this with what he found when he hacked into them. But what he found made Tucker think that Danny might have initiated one of their backup plans, the fact that the Fenton portal was no longer working spoke for it but that the emergency kit they had prepared for this was still untouched spoke against it. Ellie hadn't said anything on that matter but Jazz knew the little girl was very worried, going so far to travel to every city ghost rumors appear in hopes that it's Danny they were talking about.

And now even Dan and Vlad seemed like they were starting to get involved.

A sigh escaped her once more as she turned around and looked sadly down at the map on the table. "Danny will… is… has to be on the run. Tucker doesn't think the GIW have him anymore. He had hacked into their database and nothing indicated that they still have him. But from what he found Danny must be heavily injured to the point , Tucker… he… he has seen pictures he refused to share. According to what he found from them, Danny just disappeared with injuries that would make escaping without help difficult, yet no one knows where he is."

"The twerp will be okay. Little shit is tougher than he looks. I should know that the best." Dan muttered and Jazz smiled saddly at the way the other attempted to comfort her. Then she noticed how Dan was eyeing a world map that was pinned to the wall, his red eyes strangely focused differently than they were before. Like he was remembering a long forgotten memory.

"Dan?"

"You remember, I… we… he…" Glowing red eyes closed in frustration before they looked back at Jazz. She knew that the other sometimes still had a hard time putting a line between Danny and himself, especially when it came to certain things like memories and everything before the split of their timelines. "Danny is adopted."

"What does that have to…?"

"You said he just disappeared according to the GIW Database? There might be something more to it. I am going to have to look into some old shit I… we, fuck, Danny probably hasn't thought about for years now."

Stunned Jazz watched how Dan changed into his ghost form that looked so different from Danny's, the form that used to scare her and hadn't changed much since he gained a human body. The ghost looked ready to fly away.

"Wait, Dan where are you going?!" She tried to stop him but just like her Danny when he got an impulsive idea, Dan wasn't going to listen. Instead the other only turned to her with a grim face.

"If you come across the old man, tell him I am going to look into an old asshole. There are a handful of people involved with me… fuck I mean him that could make the twerp disappear without a trace. These fuckers are worse then the GIW and we certainly don't need them getting involved now. As if killing us once wasn't enough…"

Jazz watched helplessly how Dan disappeared through the wall like he had appeared. With a worried look she glanced at the world map Dan had been looking at, unsure of what the other had seen or remembered because of it. Worry heavily stirred inside of her and she wanted to scream loudly infrustration. Once more her brother was keeping her out of the loop about something important and by the quiet mutter at the end she most likely wasn't supposed to hear, she knew it didn't mean anything good.

Once more Jazz sighed, swallowing her frustration and worry to pull out her phone, decided to tell the others with a quick message that Dan was now helping too and apparently following a different lead. A lead that if she interpreted everything Dan had said correctly, had something to do with Danny's life before he had been adopted and was connected to something highly dangerous.

The secure chat exploded with follow up questions, she couldn't answer and only left her to stare at the world map once more in worry and unsure on how to proceed from here.

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tinkerbelle05 · 1 year

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Single parent Bruce Wayne batkids being protective and (healthy) possessive over Bruce?? Batkids who have differing opinions on who Bruce should date?? Yes, yes, yes!!

I imagined that the kids are pretty used to Bruce going on dates as Brucie Wayne, to keep up the playboy persona. All of them have worried about varying degrees. Some took the time to do background checks on the person he was going out with and others decided to spy on them.

Hell, they would’ve been doing just that if Alfred hadn’t stopped them. Said something about how Bruce is an adult who can make his own decisions. They all knew the butler was lying through his teeth.

But they were all comforted by the fact that Bruce didn't have any feelings. That most likely, there would be no second dates with that person, they would fade into the faceless void that was the Gotham elite.

That assurance wrapped them up in a blanket when Bruce was out later than he was supposed to. When he came back happy and giggling rather than the usual indifference or just exhaustion.

“This is weird, right?” Duke questioned one day. They were all in the kitchen waiting for brownies that Jason was stress baking them.

“What is?” Jason asked-mumbled as he was setting the timer.

There was a definite tension in the air around them. For a full house of people, it was quiet. Just the sound of mindlessly scrolling on the phone and Jason’s baking filled it. The silence lingered either way.

“That we have this protectiveness of Bruce,” he explained. “Like he goes out for a ‘date’ and look at us. All nervous and fidgety. I mean, it’s been an hour and no arguments between Tim and Dami.”

No one had an answer for that. It was one of those that were complicated and simple all at once. Bruce was a person with feelings even though he tries to hide them, they are present. They exist. And he breaks, easy and often. And shouldn’t that be reason enough? Because he’s a person who has so much love to give but has been burned too many times.

But continues to love either way.

“Because he’s our dad and no one’s ever gonna be good enough for him, duh.” Jason answers, unfiltered and blunt. He was the most vocal in opposition to these dates in the first place, or Bruce going on dates in general.

“But it's all fake though? We all know that for him it might as well be another business meeting.”

Jason opened his mouth to respond when Bruce walked in, and as usual he was bombarded with a million questions. Duke’s question was forgotten by all of them.

“Where did you go?”

“What did you do?”

“Who was it?”

“How was it?”

“Guys, guys, calm down,” Bruce chuckles, “I just got into the house. Let me settle in first.” There was a faint redness of his cheeks, a glint in his eyes.

That only suggest trouble.

“And also, my date isn’t the type of person you guys are thinking of,” he starts off, walking towards the den. His kids follow him like little ducklings following their mother. “It was Harvey Dent “

“The fucking D.A?! Two Face??” Jason yells, alarmed. Harvey Dent wasn't the type to have fake dates with people.

“It was a real date,” Bruce admits to them. He gets comfortable on the couch and all of his kids surround him, preparing to latch on to every word. “Only Alfred knew about it because we know how you kids can get. I really like him, and I know that you have your suspicions, especially about him. So, please?”

“No!” Jason said, a frown on his face and his arms crossed. “I don’t like him, I don’t trust him, and he isn’t good enough.”

“Jay-“

“I agree with Todd, Father,” Damian cuts in. “My mother is a more suitable choice if we’re being honest.”

“Eh, if we are actually being honest, it’d be Superman.”

“Superman?!” Jason questions with disgust written all over his face. “Dickface, I know you have some hero worship going on with him, but that's the most basic of basic.”

“Plus, it’d be weird if I was dating my Dad’s boyfriend’s son,” Tim added.

“For once, Drake is correct. Neither Dent nor the alien is the correct choice for Father. Like I-”

“No, little brother,” Cass said.

“Yea, I agree with Cass here, Dames. I just don't see it working out with those two,” Duke agreed.

The argument continued well into the night and in true Wayne fashion, it in a debate style with well-thought powerpoints and some insults thrown in of course. No one had any agreement on who deserved their father.

“Um, do I get to make a decision on this?” Bruce asked in the middle of a laughing fit. It was nice to have the house full with people and laughter.

All of them looked at him with a blank stare and responded with a swift “No”.

#bruce wayne #jason todd #batfam #dick grayson #dc comics #soft bruce wayne #cassandra wayne #duke thomas #tim drake #bruharvey #damian wayne #single parent bruce wayne #batman fluff #batman #batfamily

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luffyrose · 8 months

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Dp x Dc Blurb #5 (I think)

SO SO HAD THIS THOUGHT WHILE MAKING MYSELF FOOD!

We know, well, fandom kinda goes that ghosts form when around ectoplasm as well as have a strong enough desire to make a core. And Gotham is like Amity but less ley line more murder (so not as good ecto but still just as much, have to be a stronger ghost in general to be fine there).

Martha and Thomas Wayne are very much the type of people to come back as ghosts. No vengeance, no protection. They just wanted to see how Bruce, their little Brucie, grew up. They just wanted Family.

And that's exactly what they got!

They were thrilled when Alfred filled the role of father, even if he later claimed to just be a butler. Dick appearing in their lives was one of the happiest moments, how they wished they could tell him that his parents wished him well before moving on a few years later. Jason was adorable! Though it was upsetting to watch the other two begin too fight. It was even worse to find Jason joining them, even temporarily. Tim was a blessing to the family, keeping it from fully falling apart, and oh how they wished they could help all their little boys, because they knew where they all were and how they were feeling at all times.

With each addition they were thrilled for the large family, yet sad they could never interact, never help. Jason could sense them, but he'd only gotten help with his illness recently, poor child, he was still so ill.

The two Waynes had been there for it all. Watching, wishing, and gently tucking each of the boys in, even when they were far away from home.

But something was still missing. Both could feel that frail bond reaching out for another part of their family. A young boy they discovered while following it. He was about Damian's age, and could see them! He didn't seem aware he was adopted, let alone had a family waiting for him, but he also seemed so overwhelmed. The two decided to watch him but leave their little Danny alone. At least, they would until he was in danger.

And just like with the rest of the family, danger came.

It was just a random afternoon when they'd felt the pull of panic from the half ghost child, yet they couldn't leave Gotham so quickly. Bruce and Dick had a fight for the first time in a long time and...well it wasn't pretty and left ALL of the other children worried and confused.

So with the ectoplasm they'd gotten with their growing family, and even visiting their halfa on occasions, Martha and Thomas Wayne decided to do something about it.

The mansion was haunted. For the last few days things had been going completely haywire with no reasonable explanation but ghosts, or magic, but from what they knew the two went pretty hand in hand. So they decided to call Constantine to figure out why.

None of them expected Bruce's parents. Especially when they told them they needed to go save their brother Danny...a name that one particular batkid hadn't heard in a long time.

~~~

Open ended on which one, but sibling of batkid implied.

Martha and Thomas kept getting stronger with each kid Bruce adopted/got, Steph and Barbara inculded, and could feel a semi-frayed bond with one of the kid's biological brother and it led to Danny 🤗

They didn't plan to introduce themselves since the boy seemed happy enough despite the stress, they did not really see what his homelife was like. It was only after they felt something happen through their bond (which because they have obsessions based around family they can sense their own family) that they realized something was wrong and decided a good ol fashion haunting to catch their attention so they could find a way to tell them to get their brother.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny fenton #dpxdc #dcxdp #thomas wayne #martha wayne #I don't know #just them watching their boy and grandchildren over the years #yes this does imply they saw EVERY bad moment the kids had #including stuff like blockbuster :3c #cuz I'm evil #but also they want their newest boy to be fine #I don't know which one of the batkids I was thinking more #maybe Dick? but also idk how that'd work with Danny being Damian's afe #maybe he was a lab experiment before the Fenton's decided he was their son?#they do get a little TOO into their work so I wouldn't put it past them honestly

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lazycats-stuff · 10 months

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can i req a part 3 of lil bat baby and his weapons ): maybe one of the boys gets him small starter blades or smthn or ones w dulled edges

You sure can request! This was fun to write too... And my first post after being on a break so yay! Also, feel free to send requests. Also, it's a bit short, but none the less it's a nice shot. PART 1 and PART 2

Summary: The fam can't watch (Y/N) being sad anymore, so they compromise.

Bruce knew that his son was stubborn, even for such young age, but this has reached new heights. Completely. He refused to talk to anyone besides Alfred. He completely refused to talk and ignored them.

No amount of apologizes, gifts or offers to give him his favorite stuff (that weren't blades or guns) worked. Nothing. Zero. Nada.

Alfred enjoyed it all. He was always an advocate for giving (Y/N) some dulled down blades or even decorative ones. But Bruce didn't think it was a good idea.

How the tables have turned.

" (Y/N), please talk to us. We miss you. " Jason tried this Saturday morning. He just wants his little brother back. His favorite brother too.

(Y/N) turned his head to look at Alfred instead. Jason sighed, ready to pull his hair out. He didn't care what he had to do to get (Y/N) talking again.

" Okay, I can't. " Jason said, taking his cup of coffee and going back to his room. He couldn't do this with his brother.

Bruce took a sip of his own coffee. How stubborn can one person be? Apparently, if you are a little kid, you can go with with it. Damian watched (Y/N), clearly annoyed that he wouldn't talk to him either. He wasn't the one to take his blades. Or guns.

" (Y/N), you can't keep this up forever. " Bruce said, taking a bite out of his toast.

(Y/N) still didn't respond, refusing to communicate. Alfred just smirked, knowing that he was right. Bruce knew how to make things right again, but he didn't want to admit he was right. It wasn't easy to do so.

Especially if you are Batman. Then it's even more difficult. And far more sweet to the person who was right in the first place.

" Master (Y/N), how about you go find a place in the garden where we can have our tea? " Alfred said to the young boy. They had a tradition on the weekends to have some tea (or juice in (Y/N)'s case) and just gossip about the family members. It was fun time with Alfred, as (Y/N) would say.

(Y/N) nodded and happily skipped out of the room and into the garden.

" Master Bruce, I think you know what to do in order to make things right. " Alfred said, giving Bruce a knowing smile.

" Alfred, I can't give him blades. He is too young for them. Damian and Jason know how to take care of them and they understand that blades are some sort of toy, they are dangerous and can really hurt somebody. (Y/N) doesn't understand that. " Bruce explained to Alfred.

" I didn't think of sharp blades master Bruce. "

Bruce tilted his head to look at the butler.

" I thought of dulled down blades. Master Jason and Damian might have a heart attack when they hear it, but it is the best thing for (Y/N). "

Bruce just nodded, thinking it over. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea. Maybe, just maybe. Now he just needed to tell Jason and Damian.

(Y/N) was walking around the garden with Titus. Just because he wasn't talking with Damian, doesn't mean he can't steal Titus. He walked inside with the Doberman, walking past the living room with his brothers and father and Alfred. Bruce knew what he was going to do and he stood up, grabbing his son up.

(Y/N) screamed a little when he was picked up like a sack of potatoes.

" You aren't going anywhere son. " Bruce said, putting him on his lap as he sat back down on the couch.

(Y/N) crossed his arms, clearly not happy to be here with them.

" We know that you like blades, whoever, you don't understand how dangerous they can be. So, for the time being, " Bruce said, looking at Jason and Damian.

Damian took a little box and handed it to Bruce. (Y/N) raised his eyebrows, clearly suspicious. Bruce opened the box, (Y/N) still on his lap.

(Y/N) smiled so widely at the sight of the blades, all of them smiled slightly. Their brother is back.

" They are dulled, so we don't have to worry about you cutting yourself. Also, " Bruce said, turning one of the blades to give (Y/N) a look. It said: (Y/N)'s blades.

(Y/N) turned around and hugged Bruce. Bruce put the box down next to him to hug him properly. It felt nice to have his son back. (Y/N) moved to his other brothers to give each one of them a hug.

" Now we can have some fun! " Jason exclaimed, pulling (Y/N) into his lap.

Bruce gave Jason a look that could only be translated to really.

" Well, I have to teach how to take care of them. Now, take the box and lets go! " Jason said, laughing at the excitement of his brother.

(Y/N) took the box and waited for Jason to get going.

" Come on little bird. " Jason said, taking (Y/N)'s hand.

" We should have done this sooner. " Tim said, watching the pair go upstairs.

" Maybe we should have. " Damian said, trying not to smile.

Bruce didn't say anything, just nodded his head. Maybe they are right. Just maybe.

" I will check on them. " Bruce said, standing up.

It wasn't really to check. It was to get more hugs from (Y/N). And to make sure that Jason doesn't teach him how to use them. He can just have them, not use them.

#x male reader #batfamily #bruce wayne x male reader #dc x male reader #dc comics #batkids #fluff

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snakeredbirdbatkatana · 6 months

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Where the Bats Come to Hide

Part 4

Alfred Pennyworth has been many things in his life a spy, a killer, a butler he never did expect to be a father. He loved Thomas and Martha more than he could ever explain to their son and even as he watched the love he carried die in an alley he knew he had to pick up the little boy that he watched be born and continue no matter how much he wanted to lie down in the blood soaked alley and bask in the love they shared he kept going.

Master Bruce spent many a night crawling into his bed he left the blanket open and held the child as he sobbed angry at the world for the parents he was robbed of even when his boy was old and had children of his own on nights where he stitched up Bullets wounds and cleaned up tears he still would awake to his son sleeping peacefully under the blanket to hide from the world for a little longer.

Master Richard came angry and vengeful much like his son all those years ago. Vengeance seemed to come to the Wayne boys easier than sadness yet his blanket became drenched with the tears of a young acrobat more than once who would one day welcome flying and would share his gifts but for now was terrified of falling. He was so proud to see his first Grandson fly because he was ready to catch him, and when his grandson came to him about hands that harmed his and refused a no he brought out of tools he had put away and took care of it. Holding the same boy while he cried yet again but this time catching him.

Master Jason while he refuses to favor has always had a special place in his heart. Angry and afraid yet so good. The first night while he watched his newest grandchild afraid of what might come in the night showed him the weapons he keeps. Told him that if anyone in this house tries to harm him he may use it and if he can't he will. No harm will come to you from the men under this roof he will not allow it. He slept curled around Alfred that night and many others. He will never forget the pain and the joy he felt when his Jason came back so angry that he wasn't avenged. He went to his Grandchild offered his weapons offered his love and told him Master Jason I told you the first night no harm shall come and I failed you allow me to rectify that. The joker did not die with a smile he died terrified much like his grandson did. He can always expect his boy under his blanket when he can still hear the laughter of that horrible clown.

Master Timothy the boy who brought his child back who saved his son. He never did expect this Grandchild but he wouldn't change it for the world. Tim finds him when the nights are too long and the shadows to still. When his intelligence destroys the peace he craves. He gaurds the boy who so long ago wouldn't have come to him scared of rejection and pours what love he can into the boy who never got enough.

Master Damian he newest grandchild the only one who carries the blood of the Wayne's but one of the many who carries the heart. Another boy dripping in pain another one who finds comfort in the weapons that he carried drenched in the blood that he claimed. One who would find comfort in his blanket that he offers as best as he can. Teaching the pride and the love that he never though he could have because another had destroyed it.

All of his boys come when the lights have shut off and the only solace they can find is in the arms of the man who stitches wounds the same way he stitches clothes who's hands are covered in scars but offer the gentlest of touches who carries guns without thought. Yet knows their favorite food just as easy.

The father of the Bat

The Grandfather of Robin

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hesztia16 · 6 days

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I hate bad parent or “failing at being a decent parent” Bruce for so many reasons. It’s sad, it’s infuriating, it’s unfair. But mostly because it makes no f’ing sense. Part of it is because I can’t see his character being a bad dad for a number of reasons, but mostly because that would mean that he wasn’t the only one who failed those kids.

Thomas and Martha failed (not as much as everyone else for obvious reasons but still) for not showing Bruce a better example, for not setting higher standards.

Alfred failed the most after Bruce if the latter was a bad father. Because he was right there. Because he partially raised that boy into the man he was (I always blamed Alfred for Bruce’s unwillingness for showing physical affection to a certain degree. I can’t imagine how Bruce must’ve felt growing up with an always professional butler as a sole remaining parental figure). He failed to sit them down and forcing them to talk when the situation warranted it. He failed to lecture them all on their short comings. He failed to save them from themselves and each other.

Commissioner Gordon failed because I know for a fact that he knew some of it from Barbara who had been Dick’s go to person to rant about Bruce. Especially if Bruce happened to be really abusive.

Lucius Fox failed because he was a close family friend and knew about their home situation.

Leslie Thompkins failed because she’s a doctor and probably a mandated reporter. She should’ve seen, she should’ve interfered.

Clark failed. He was supposed to be Uncle Clark, Superman. He of all people should’ve known and he could’ve acted.

Selina failed. She was on and off in a relationship with Bruce for years. She should have done something.

Every member of the Justice League, sometimes even Titans, when they were no longer children themselves, failed. They were meant to be heroes. Heroes don’t leave children suffer.

Sometimes, to an extent, Dick has failed. Jason has failed. Barbara, Tim, Steph, Duke, Cass has failed. For letting Bruce take in more children and treat them the way they were treated. (Damian is often too young to know better). They were never meant to be responsible for saving their siblings, and they should never be expected to do so, but they could’ve spoken up.

None of them are good people or deserve to be heroes if they let those kids suffer for the sake of friendship or respect.

(This goes for other heroes as well.)

#dc universe #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #barbara gordon #alfred pennyworth #leslie thompkins #jim gordon #martha wayne #thomas wayne #duke thomas #cassandra cain #tim drake #stephanie brown #damian wayne #clark kent #justice league #it doesn’t make sense for bruce wayne to be a bad parent #make it make sense dc

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maccreadysbaby · 7 months

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A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!

part seven

❝ DAY ONE ❞

SATURDAY — 4:43PM A FEW HOURS LATER, BENTLEY AND NIGHTWING WERE STANDING ON THE DOORSTEP OF WAYNE MANOR. The sun was shining brightly down on them, and the sky was baby blue with fluffy clouds scattered about.

The Manor and grounds were extensively massive, way bigger in person than all the photographs Bentley had seen in his father’s files. The fact that Bruce Wayne was a millionaire resurfaced in his head at the sight of the house. Mansion. Manor. Whatever. The massive metal gates in the front had been open upon their arrival. The cutting-edge architecture and traditional design of the Manor kind of reminded Bentley of the Whittaker Estate, except much, much bigger. He tried not to think about home too much.

He found himself staring down at his nasty red tennis shoes more than anything else. It felt kind of awkward strolling up to Wayne Manor in Damian Wayne’s sweatpants and hoodie, but it was better than being in his soggy, bloody clothes from last night.

He’d attempted to make his red hair not look like death before they left the safe house, but all of his attempts were pretty futile considering everything that’d happened. It was just a slightly neater mop than it had been earlier. He desperately needed a shower. (Nightwing had offered that he use the one at the safe-house, but he ended up taking another nap after they ate instead.)

Bentley kept his hands shoved in the hoodie pockets as they walked toward the front door. He kind of wished he wasn’t with Nightwing so Dick Grayson could answer.

There were only so many options for door openers. Damian Wayne might open it, but Bentley knew from his father’s excessive files that he had been trained by actual assassins and might kill Bentley in a millisecond simply out of spite for wearing his clothes. Or Jason Todd might open the door, who was trained by the same assassins but carried guns. It could be Tim Drake, who was a bit less scary than the others, but not really, because he’d probably already come up with fifty-seven different ways to kill whoever was outside on his walk through the house. It could be Cassandra Cain, who was also trained to be a human weapon, or Stephanie Brown, the daughter of an angry supervillain. Or Duke Thomas, who had literal superpowers. Or it could be Bruce Wayne, the Batman, or Alfred, the butler.

He really, really hoped it was the butler.

“Here it is, kiddo. Mister Bruce Wayne’s house,” Nightwing stated, walking alongside Bentley, staying in stride with the child as he took in the sheer size of the building and grounds. House was definitely an understatement. This was no house. Bentley wasn’t even sure Manor was a good enough word. “Pretty nice, huh?”

Bentley might’ve chuckled if he wasn’t so focused on the fact that the mansion was as big as an entire city.

“We can knock on the door whenever you’re ready,” Nightwing was smiling down at him, watching him with a hopeful gleam behind his domino mask.

The doors — Bentley glanced over at them. The doors were huge all by themselves. Gigantic masses of mahogany that would probably crush a full grown man if they fell off the hinges. They had intricate designs and carvings all over them, but still managed to look expensive and classy.

“Uh…” Was all Bentley managed to say.

“Pretty massive, isn’t it?” Nightwing chuckled. “Safest place in all of Gotham.”

Bentley didn’t doubt that at all. Probably because the house was a superhero hideout and had the security to prove it, he was sure.

After he looked at the doors, he stared back down at his shoes. “I, uh… you can knock.”

Nightwing nodded. Bentley stiffened when he saw his hand rising in his peripheral, but relaxed when the vigilante really did just knock on the door.

The butler did not open it.

It was Bruce Wayne who did. Batman. If anyone would be able to smell the phony all over Bentley, it would be him. As soon as the large wooden mass swung inward, the child took a few steps back out of sheer intimidation.

Bruce was extremely tall, taller than Nightwing, and just… big. Everything was big here. Why was everything so big and Bentley was so small?

Bruce wasn’t phased by the child shrinking away.

Neither was Bentley’s father.

“Nightwing,” He greeted, as though he wasn’t literally Nightwing’s father. He and the hero shook hands, all business-like.

“Mister Wayne. Thank you so much for returning my call,”

Bentley decided to keep staring at the ground, twisting his hands together in front of him. He could feel his anxiety buzzing again — because he was on a secret mission to destroy Bruce Wayne, but Bruce Wayne was Batman, and it was basically a house full of detectives. He was going undercover in a house full of detectives.

“Bentley, this is Mister Bruce Wayne,” Nightwing introduced, gesturing to the very big man. “And Bruce, this is Bentley.”

Bruce Wayne crouched down so he was closer to Bentley’s height, just like Nightwing had been doing off and on since they met. Bruce’s posture was a bit more tense and closed off than Dick’s was, but his hands didn’t look like they were going to move, and he had a pretty convincing wince of a smile painted across his face.

His father’s training tips echoed in his head: Always look in their eyes, Bentley. Eyes tell you everything.

That’s why Bentley kept his glued to his shoes. So the famous bat-detective couldn’t see them.

“Hey there, Bentley. I’m Bruce Wayne,” He smiled, somewhat nicer this time. “Nightwing here told me you need a place to stay for a while.”

Bentley didn’t reply. He glanced up to Nightwing on impulse, who was looking down at him with a reassuring smile.

“You can come in whenever you’d like. A couple of my kids are here… and dinner is starting in a bit, if you feel up for it. Otherwise you can just relax,”

It seemed like everywhere he went, Bentley had a bunch of choices to make. Everything was so much easier when his father just told him what to do.

“Are you ready to go in?” Nightwing asked gently.

Bentley glared down at the threshold of the house like he was some kind of monster that couldn’t pass.

His father’s timer started as soon as he crossed the line. A hundred ways to destroy them or he’d be destroyed.

He took a step forward, and Bruce stood up, moving out of his way. Three more steps and he was standing on the hardwood, and Nightwing was on the other side of the doorway, bidding him a warm goodbye. He said goodbye, too, even though he knew he’d be seeing him again soon.

Right now he just needed to focus on the task at hand. He was the Puppeteer, and he was here to destroy. To destroy an entire family by manipulating them. He was here to tie strings to the wrists and ankles of the Wayne’s until they were under his complete control, bending to his whim, moving when he moved. A Wayne wrapped around each finger.

Day One starts now.

—

“If you want to meet some of my children, they’d be happy to come downstairs,” Bruce started after they closed the door on Nightwing. “Only Duke and Damian are here at the moment — Tim, Cass, Dick, Jason, and Stephanie come and go as they please.”

Duke and Damian. Signal and Robin.

“Or if you’d rather me show you to your room, that’s fine, too,”

Bentley fiddled with his hands inside his hoodie pocket, staying silent and letting his eyes bounce everywhere but at Bruce. At the carpet lined staircase, the beautiful light fixtures, the breezeways that led to different parts of the manor. The plan suddenly seemed a lot more intimidating now that Batman was standing in front of him.

“I… uh…” Anything you say can be used against you, that’s why you don’t talk, you listen, his father’s voice echoed. “The room… is fine.”

“Alright,” Bruce nodded in the boy’s peripheral.

“Ah, Master Bruce. Here are the amenities you requested,” A butler suddenly materialized behind Bruce, holding a basket in hand. (Bentley was ninety-nine percent sure he hadn’t seen him come through any of the doors.)

He was tall, lanky, and nicely manicured, with a waistcoat and a little mustache. Alfred Pennyworth, Bentley’s mind immediately supplied, the man who raised Bruce after his parents died. How old was Bruce? Thirty? Forty? How old was Alfred? He didn’t look a day over fifty, and that kind of freaked Bentley out.

“Welcome to the Manor, Master Bentley,” Pennyworth made his way to the child and bowed a bit, holding the little basket toward him. Bentley inwardly applauded himself when he didn’t jump. “Should you ever need anything, I would be more than delighted to provide it for you.”

Bentley nodded slightly in response, reaching out and taking the basket apprehensively. He spotted a small collection of toiletries, a toothbrush, some toothpaste, and a few pairs of rolled up pajamas inside. “Thank you… sir.” He whispered.

“Please, call me Alfred. All the children do,”

Bentley nodded again, wordlessly. Alfred engaged in a quick, quiet conversation with Bruce on his way out of the room, and the child took to staring at his shoes again.

“Alright, let’s get you to your room,” Bruce stated as the butler drifted away. He continued across the large entryway towards the stairs, and Bentley followed behind warily.

Wayne Manor reminded him of home. A lot of home. From the polished wooden banisters to the plush and expensive carpet, it all made him shiver.

Hopefully Bruce didn’t have an unused four-by-four utility closet with Bentley’s name on it stashed away somewhere.

The man spoke softly on their way up the stairs, but Bentley wasn’t listening — he was too preoccupied by the quiet music that seemed to be playing from somewhere on the second floor. Was that a violin?

Bentley followed Bruce down the first hallway at the top of the stairs, and the music grew louder as they continued on. The hall was decorated with nicely kept tables and paintings — none of which seemed to contain even a single spec of dust — and a few family photographs mixed in.

One in particular made Bentley slow as they passed it.

It had to be new, because Duke was in it, and according to his father’s files, he hadn’t been in the Manor more than a year. It was everyone Bruce had mentioned — himself, Alfred, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Stephanie, Cassandra, Duke, and Barbara Gordon, all in the golden frame. It seemed to be a candid photograph. Jason Todd looked angry, but Dick was hugging him anyways, in true older brother fashion. Tim and Stephanie were laughing at them. Cassandra, Barbara, and Duke seemed to be in deep conversation about something. Damian may or may not have been arguing with Bruce, who had a little smile on his face, and Alfred was staring at the camera competently with a nice smile.

It eased Bentley’s nerves a little, at least, to see them all out of uniform in a family portrait.

“It’s a lot, huh?” Bruce questioned. Bentley realized he’d been standing still for too long. He hastily stepped away from the photograph, and an apology started rising up in his throat, but Bruce had already continued: “Keeping a steady headcount is way more of a task than it should be.”

Bentley found himself inching backwards when Bruce approached the picture, sighing a find little sigh. “They can be quite overbearing… but I find it endearing. I think they’ll be very happy to meet you, no matter how long or short you stay with us.”

A hundred days, actually, Bentley said to himself. But he stayed outwardly quiet and looked at the photograph for a few moments. There weren’t any printed photographs in his father’s house. Definitely not of him.

“Your room is right up here. First one on the left,” Bruce continued, heading toward the closest door. “My son, Damian, is right next door, and Tim is right across the hall. Overall pretty quiet neighbors. I have the loudest at the other end together — don’t tell Dick.”

Bentley didn’t bother cracking a fake smile, Bruce wasn’t looking anyways.

The man paused at the first door. “Here we are.”

He pushed it open, and Bentley stiffened.

It was just like his room at home.

Sure, the furniture was laid out a bit different, and the bathroom door was on the other side of the room, but everything else was virtually the same. The massive king bed, the several-thousand-dollar looking wardrobe and dressers that made Bentley not want to touch them, the twin windows that sat on either side of the bed. Even the bedspreads were similar shades of grey. He wondered if this was his father’s way of taunting him in his subconscious.

“I’ll give you time to get settled in. Feel free to use the shower, or anything else in here. It’s all yours,” Bruce explained lowly, settling near the doorframe. “I’ll let you know when Alfred has dinner ready, but you can come downstairs before then, if you’d like. I won’t be hard to find.”

Bentley didn’t reply, glancing around the room.

“Or if you’d rather come back down with me, or I stay here with you, that’s okay, too. I won’t mind. It’s all up to you,”

So many options. He could stay here, but he didn’t have to. Or Bruce could stay here, but he didn’t have to. Or he could go back downstairs, but he didn’t have to, or he could come down later, but he didn’t have to-

“I’ll… stay,” Was what he finally settled on. Bruce was quick to nod in agreement.

“Would you rather me stay, or go?”

Honestly?

“You can go,”

“Alright,” Bruce agreed quickly again. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll be back later to check on you.”

Bentley nodded.

He watched Bruce slowly back out of the doorframe, pulling the door shut along with him. He looked like he almost said something else, but, apparently, decided not to. He left the door open the tiniest crack. Bentley waited quietly, and about five full seconds later, he heard him turn and retreat down the hall.

The boy exhaled heavily, putting the basket on the floor near the foot of the bed.

He’d successfully survived his first full encounter with Batman without being maimed or arrested, so he categorized it as a win.

He sincerely hoped meeting Robin wasn’t a different story.

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dedicated to @sassenashsworld 💛

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thegirlwondcr · 5 months

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continued from x @cxpedcrusxder

Life? Had been going pretty well for Emma. Albeit, a bit overwhelming. She had not quite yet been able to really sit down and just process everything, as it felt like she was learning one new thing after another. There just were so many things at Wayne Manor she had access to, it honestly felt like very poor thinking. Should she really be allowed in the kitchen at all times? She could very much just wait for whenever it was time to have a meal. Should she also have overly expensive pieces of furniture, fabric, and technology also just at her fingertips? She honestly was too afraid to touch half of the things in her room--including her bedding. It was still hardly touched, she was debating just laying on top of it and not untucking the sheets.

A lot was on her mind, so it was one hell of a surprise for Batman to suddenly be at her window. Was he stalking her? Or was this already on the news? Would this be on the news? Another thing for her to get overwhelmed about. Just when she was about to yell out for Bruce or his butler, Alfred, she saw the documents in hand...the very thing she'd been longing for.

Emma felt guilt now, for having said all those things at him before. That despite all of that, he still went and got this. Even if it was not everything she ever wanted, half would certainly do. Her eyes remained locked on the documentation, even before being handed it. Her mind thought up several things that could be in there. It could be photos, things that told her who her mother is, what she's like, where she is now--the possibilities were practically endless in the teen's mind. Sure, the lack of a father on her birth certificate did put a damper on things...but this was so much. "Thank you." That was all she could really say, it's not like she got to say that often.

"I've never seen my birth certificate..." She mumbled, trying to take a simple thing like that in. "It has the time I was born?" Something she never thought of wanting to know but happy she could know now. "I was born at three am?" Such odd and random information that she now had and knew about herself.

Then she began to sift through the documents, like a kid on Christmas morning. However, she kept to herself initially, quickly going from one paper to the next, looking for something specific: an address. She could take the time later to get all the details, but for now, she needed to know the upmost important thing, how and where was she going to find her mom?

A lot of it was a bit boring, from what she saw with quick glances. Documents regarding loans, taxes, property...a lot of legal jargon. There was one page she came close to skipping entirely At a glance she thought maybe it had been her own mother's birth certificate or some generic record of her information...that was until she read the top of the page: certificate of death. She took the safe route in handling things. She pushed the documentation away and finally looked up at him, the feelings from many nights before returning. "This is fake." She said with full confidence. "Or you got the wrong woman...did you just grab a woman's file and fake my certificate to get me to forgive you?" Now that felt like a logical reason. "Can you not deal with the fact some random kid out there hates you? Or you can't deal with the fact that now a kid with access to Bruce Wayne hates you?" She then took a good step back. "You just want money."

#cxpedcrusxder #tw death

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ladyelissarose · 2 years

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Part of.. “Living In The Lyrics”

Perfect

Song- ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran

Battinson x reader

Summary: Bruce never knew his childhood friend was after all his soulmate for life. (FLUFFFFF)

I found a love, for me

Darling just dive right in

And follow my lead

Well, I found the girl, beautiful and sweet

I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

In the crisp air of the spring night, while barefooted on the soft green grass Bruce stood face to face with his childhood best friend, Y/n Y/l/n, or who was now, Y/n Wayne. Taking in her beautiful countenance as it glowed with the moonlight shining upon her, he took a deep breath as he lifted a small but loving smile. If he had asked himself as a kid when he met his best friend, that if years later would he marry her, he would’ve said no. For Y/n held a very different personality than from him, she grew up with her father after her mother left them for another man, but either way she was bubbly and happy, always wearing bright colors with her hair bouncing everywhere when she ran around with undeniable joy.

While Bruce on the other hand, after he lost his both parents, he became depressed and a loner, changed his personality drastically to always wanting to be silent and wearing dark colors, it was like a sign saying he was still mourning his loss. He was classmates with Y/n sense kindergarten, they both attended a top notch school, both of their parents were rich of course so they placed their children in the best school with harsh but great education. But after Bruce parents died he insisted that he be homeschooled, he didn’t want to face the public, their questions were overwhelming and the stares bothered him, he also didn’t feel like being surrounded by other kids his age that were loud and annoying to him, he just wanted to be alone with Alfred, his mentor and butler. But nonetheless his best friend always came by his house and helped him out with homework, bringing back and forth his assignments as well. Before the tragedy stroke Bruce and Y/n were always playful and getting into messes at the galas they attend with their parents, but sense Bruce was the Prince of Gotham he never got in trouble for it, and because he was best friends with Y/n, he made sure she was safe with him, and never got scolded either.

Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

I will not give you up this time

Darling just kiss me slow

Your heart is all I own

And I your eyes, you’re holding mine

He had a feeling for her that he didn’t know was actually love, all he knew was that when she was with him he was happy and safe, he trusted her with his whole heart and gave it to no other. He called his strong feelings for her a good friendship, a great friendship actually, because no matter who he was or who she was, Y/n was either way a humbled person and gave a helping hand to those who needed it. She never let her riches and fathers high position in the city go through her head. Y/n always invited Bruce to go with her and they volunteered at shelters and places where they helped the poor, ever sense they were a little kids, being a great demonstration of what a good person is, at least their parents told them so. But as they were growing older Bruce only was in Y/n’s presence when he felt extremely lonely or that he wanted to play chess or something that kept the area quiet but with company, but she either way kept him lively with small talk, refusing to let him drown in his own sorrow. Deep in her heart she had a safe place for him to stay, with hurt and all she stood by his side regardless of the rough times he gave her sometimes when he let his pain get to him. She felt the hit too with Bruce’s parents died, she was close with Martha, Bruce’s mother, only because she didn’t have one herself, she was alone with her father for most of her life growing up. But she refused to compare her pain with his, so when she came around, Y/n made it a point to get him up and moving around, also getting some sun on the few occasions that Gotham wasn’t pouring rain. Or at night she take him around in the garden at the balcony of the Manor as they listened to a soft but favorite melody of theirs, she made sure he was barefooted too, saying that it was good for his feet to feel something other than the shoes and hard floor he walked on daily. But that all came to a stop once they both went to college, Y/n went to Harvard to get a degree in Law, while Bruce went his separate way to study on his own, but his choices of majors were always a mess and he couldn’t make up his mind. So he always took classes here and there, switching them up as he got bored. Their strong friendship tore apart little by little as they lost touch and lived their own lives like if they never knew each other. But that was Bruce’s fault, Y/n always sent him letters and tried to call him, but he left to dust his incoming letters and never picked up the phone, even less when he started the Gotham Project. Keeping up with the crimes in the city as well as his own life made him forget Y/n almost completely. Which soon he regretted, when he felt that he needed her the most on nights that haunted his mind with the past.

Baby, I’m, dancing in the dark, with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, we’re listening to our favorite song

When you said you looked a mess,

I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it, darling you look perfect tonight

Bruce twirled Y/n around watching her white gown flow in the wind as she wore a happy smile of satisfaction and joy. Her soft and warm hands were soft against his face as she cradled it, with a look of admiration. Seeing her like this reminded him of the night he saw her again, after not seeing her for almost 3 years. It was at a Charity Gala of course, Alfred had insisted he go, saying that making a public appearance was good for him, as well as try to socialize with different people. On the other hand Y/n had just returned from university, and her father welcomed her back with the offer of joining him at the Gala, saying it would be fun and something that wasn’t books and work. So she went after much convincing.

Oddly enough both of them received attention and warm welcomes, but neither felt comfortable or exactly happy, deep in their hearts they knew something was missing, but they didn’t know just what yet. Until the late night drew in as the moon shined brightly in the sky, blending with the Gotham clouds that spread across the sky hiding the stars, Bruce decided he needed a break from the crowd, he was so lost the entire time, stumbling on his words and shying away from the prying paparazzi. He figured that if he escaped to the balcony of the elegant building, he’d be alone. But he was so wrong, someone was already there. He didn’t know who just yet though,

until the suppose stranger turned her head at the sound of approaching footsteps. At seeing her face Bruce took in a deep breath as his heart squeezed in his chest, he simply breathed out her name,

“Y/n?”

“Bruce!”

Without second though Y/n threw her arms around Bruce’s neck embracing him with all her might, and she mumbled into his ear,

“I missed you.”

Star-struck of her reaction to seeing him again caught Bruce off guard, he thought she was going to storm off and leave him like he did her, but instead she was digging her head into the crook of his neck as she tightened her arms on him, as if she was afraid that if she let go it would all crumble apart or just not be real at all.

Bruce finally wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her slightly off the ground, her backless dress let his hands roam across her bare skin that was soft and warm under his cold and calloused hands. He felt like crying, braking down and just overall confessing how sorry he was, for leaving her to dry and forgetting how she was there for him sense day one, but instead he pulled her away and planted a kiss to the corner of her plump red lips, letting his kiss linger there as he decided what to do next, or what the right thing to say, his hand was holding her waist tightly as the other held her chin up, he then felt him thumb wet where it was resting on her chin and he opened his eyes to see that his best friend was crying, the moon glistened off her wet cheeks as she looked up at him with a hint of pain and hope in her eyes, her voice lowered as she asked,

“Why did you never call back? Or send a letter.. I waited day and night for even the smallest thing.. but I never got a word-“

“i’m so sorry-“

“Bruce Wayne I’m not asking you to be sorry, I’m asking you.. why didn’t you call back?”

His gaze left her eyes as it hurt him to see his best friend crying because of him, but he found the true courage that was hidden deep inside his broken heart to confess...

Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home

I found a lover, to carry more than just my secrets,

To carry love, to carry children of our own

“because I’ve loved you all my life.. and still do, because you’re the strongest person I know.. you’ve kept me on my feet, whether it was on the grass at my place or on the wet pavement as we danced in the rain.. but, I never helped you out. Never comforted your pain, I hid away and only took and took from you.. I had to realize that my fear of losing you was really looking like I was using you for your goodness and healed heart. When in reality all I wanted was to be with you forever.. and when you left off college, I figured that by then you had probably found someone else, to be your friend.. and lover. And I couldn’t bare the thought of discovering the fact that maybe you were never coming back home.. coming home to me.. you’re my home Y/n, so yes, I didn’t ever reach you again or called back, because I was scared of what could’ve been the truth, the truth of you moving on.. I know it sounds selfish and stupid. But please don’t doubt my love for you, it’s all I’ll ever be sure off.”

Y/n reached out her hands to grab Bruce’s into hers, she let out a sigh as she leaned her forehead against his his, closing her eyes she confessed,

“Bruce.. I’ve been your friend and lover all my life, I wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world. You’re my home too, we both lost something big in our lives.. and as much as it burned my chest to know that we could never fight to get them back, I had to fight to keep what I still had, which was you. Why do you think I showed up everyday? Everyday, to talk to you, play with you, sing and dance Bruce, oh and for Christ’s sake teach you how to cook, though we ended up almost burning down Alfred’s kitchen.”

That made a short giggle leave Bruce’s lips at the mention of that core memory, that was definitely a story for another time. Y/n opened her eyes and looked at Bruce’s large hands locking in with her fingers as she brushed his knuckles, they were covered in faded bruises, now looking back at him she whispered in his ear,

‘I know your secret.. but it’s been safe with me sense you’ve started.’

His eyes snapped to hers as he debated the fact of being convinced that she really knew or not, until she added,

‘The only person I know who’s favorite animal is a bat.. is you. As well as I have your face memorized from years of knowing you.. the mask hides nothing from me..’

She then sent him a wink and before Bruce could spill the truth more about his secrets with her Y/n pulled him by the collar for a real, and deep kiss. His hands drifted to her back pressing her closer to him, locking her in between his arms as she still held his collar kissing him like her life depended on it. Feeling each other smile through the kiss they pulled away for air after what felt like an eternity of kissing another’s lips. Y/n beamed with a smile as he wiped her drying tears, they giggled as they embraced again. Feeling that feeling they felt when they locked eyes for the first times years ago, full of love and innocence.

We are still kids, but we’re so in love,

Fighting against all odds,

I know we’ll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand,

Be my girl, I’ll be your man

I see my future in your eyes

His mind coming back to the present he felt Y/n tug on his collar as she asked him lovingly,

“A penny for your thought my husband?”

Sending her a warm smile he answered truthfully,

“Just thinking about the first time you kissed me Mrs. Wayne.. my one and only perfect wife... “

“You’re too cute.. my perfect husband.”

That comment sent him scoffing in disbelief as he doubted himself,

“Perfect.. dear, I don’t think so.. I fight crime everyday.. dressed like a damn bat.. then I have a terrible sleep schedule, I sometimes cave myself in and lose it.. I get shy and don’t know how to tell you how I exactly feel.. you’ve basically become my therapist.. and I only eat when your there if not I only nibble on blueberries... I still don’t know how you said yes. What could be so perfect about me.. you on the other hand are flawless?”

“Oh baby... maybe you feel like you’re not perfect enough for this world.. but to me, you’re perfect enough.. what you see as flaws I see as perfection.. I said yes.. because that’ll be my answer for everything and forever.. Yes, to let you cry on me, yes, to spoon feed you when I find out that you haven’t been eating well, yes, to stitch up your scars every time you come home from patrol, yes, to remind you every day that what you do for the city as both the Batman and Bruce Thomas Wayne is enough and appreciated, yes, to go through life with you in sickness and health, the good and bad.. and lastly but not least, I say yes, to tell you day and night and every second I can that I love you, that I’m madly in love with you. When I see you Bruce, I see my future shining in your baby blues. So yes, once again.. you’re perfect to me.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favorite song

I have faith in what is see

Now I know I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect

I don’t deserve this...

You look perfect tonight

“Thank you.. for believing in me dear, even when I didn’t deserve it.”

“You’re welcome Bruce...”

Bruce continued to dance with her as they talked about the future, to him Y/n was his perfect angel, and to her.. Bruce was her perfect Bat.. they both had wings and flew together, trials of course would come into their lives, they both knew it, but that only made them come closer, to stand through it all. Maybe to the world they weren’t the perfect couple, but in the Wayne family, inside the walls, they learned that through acceptance came perfection.

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the-broken-truth · 2 years

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i have a good one, this is really far fetched but. yandere parents bruce and dinaa where they have a son together, due to neglect of both parents the boy is basically raised by alfred, but the thing is, the son is at the same time ridiculously overpowered and a reincarnator, that upon his death, got back to when he was about 10 now knowing that his quest for parental love is a lost cause, he just says fuck it, drop them and just starts treating alfred as his reals dad.

Broken Truth: So, a reincarnated son of Bruce and Diana who treats Alfred as his father instead of them. Okay, I can weave those words.

The 10-year-old boy looked at the dark ceiling in his room as the rain hit the window from the storm going on outside; normally, the rain would soothe him and help him get some sleep but his mind was everywhere right now. So many things and so little time...well, that was the case for the life he once lived before he was reincarnated into his present body - The Heir of Two Factions.

On his maternal side, he had warrior's blood in his veins, the essence of a proud people that hated his gender, thus his mother sent him here to live with his father, completely ignoring the boy's existence. His mother was Diana Prince - also known as Wonder Woman - The Heiress of Themyscira, the island of the Amazons.

As for his father, he wasn't any better at taking care of his son...well, maybe he cared for the boy's older brothers but that was all. The Dark Knight of Gotham City and the Richest Bachelor of said city - The Batman - also known as Bruce Wayne.

[Name] growled to himself at the thought of his parents before throwing the blanket off his body and getting out of bed. He marched to the door and opened it before leaving the room and marching down the hallway, to the stairs, and down them.

'I need something to drink. My blood is getting too hot.' [Name] growled in his mind - the last time his blood was this hot was on a battlefield in his past life. He walked into the kitchen where the light was on and the Family Butler was standing there with a cup of coffee and a newspaper.

"Young Master, what are you doing up? It's past your bedtime." Alfred said as he closed the newspaper.

"Sorry, Alfred, I just wanted something to drink; my blood feels like it's boiling right now." [Name] said as he walked over to the butler with a tired look. Without words, Alfred rose from his seat and walked over to the fridge with an empty glass and began to pour some apple juice - the young master's favorite - before handing the glass to the boy who smiled at him and started drinking the glass's contents before the butler, who smiled at this before offering the boy to sit beside him.

"Now, tell me, Young Master, what has your blood boiling at this time of night? Are the memories of your past life bothering you again?" Alfred asked with a raised eyebrow. Yes, [Name] told Alfred about his past life and the butler believed him - he knew things that no child should know if not living those memories again.

"Yes, once again, I find myself plagued by my past life's choices because I'm living through them again - trying to get my mother and father to love me...but nothing is working." [Name] exhaled as he looked down at his drink as Alfred placed a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"I am aware of your strife, Young Master, but sometimes some battles aren't worth fighting because it's a waste of our time; I don't think Mast Bruce would notice you as his son because he has others, and Diana's people aren't fond of men. Please, live your life and forget about Master Bruce or Lady Diana." Alfred said as he smiled at the boy who suddenly hugged him, "Master [Name]?"

"Screw them. I don't care about them anymore. You can be my dad, Alfred, at least you care about me." [Name] said as he snuggled in Alfred's stomach with a smile on his face. The butler smiled and rubbed the boy's back and hugged him.

"It would be my honor, son."

#platonic yandere #alfred pennyworth #son reader #reincarnated reader

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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I really need a third part of Bruce with his best friend. please.

"Breakfast?" Alfred asked, not sure if he wanted to hug you or shake you.

"I don't think I can eat," you answer, "But thank you."

The butler nodded and laid a hand on your shoulder gently, squeezing. This isn't, if he was being honest, how he thought you'd be having a baby. He, much like Thomas and Martha, had assumed Bruce would just marry you when you were old enough-

A thought that terrified Thomas and Martha only because your mother and father were horrific people... Though they'd always liked you. That had been enough to keep them from separating their son from his little friend. And after they died, Alfred had simply carried on the same way. And when your parents died, in a drunk driving accident a couple of years later it was harder to imagine not letting the two of you be friendly.

"You need something in your stomach," he scolded gently, turning to make some dry toast and some tea.

"Alfred-"

"Humor him," Bruce chuckled, pausing to pour himself a glass of juice.

"You arrived here in quite a state," Alfred said, setting some tea down- exactly as you like it.

"I'm sorry I-"

"What I don't understand," Alfred interrupted, "Is why you didn't call sooner. Miss Y/N honestly-" When you look away, reaching for your napkin to wipe tears away he stops, squeezing your shoulder. He'd bandaged countless skinned knees. Soothed dozens of little heartbreaks. If Bruce was his son then you were as dear to him as a daughter. And the idea that you could believe you deserved that sort of treatment made his blood boil. He knew last night wasn't the first time. But it was going to be the last if he had to lock you in your room himself.

He set your toast down, gratified when you take an obedient bite. And he makes a mental note to call your assistant and find out what vitamins you were taking to keep them on hand.

"Hey Y/N," Dick chirped, taking a chair next to yours and accepting a one armed hug. "I didn't know you were here."

"I didn't know I was going to be here," you snort, passing him the juice.

Bruce watched, some of the knot in his chest untangling as he watches you explain 'what happened to Dick. Most of it was a lie. You fell while packing to leave your boyfriend. You didn't tell him you were pregnant. And so Bruce decided to follow your lead.

"Since you're not with that ass clown anymore," Dick said, "Does that mean we can hang out?"

"We could hang out before-"

"Yeah but not with B going too- Let's go to the zoo!"

"You have school," Bruce reminded.

"And," Alfred said, putting a plate down for Dick, smiling a little, "Miss Y/N took a rather nasty fall, I doubt she should, or even wants to spend all day in this heat walking the zoo." He gave you a meaningful look over Dick's head and glanced at your plate, pressing you to eat.

"We'll do movies," Bruce promised, heading off a spate of questions and protests from Dick.

"And if Alfred will let me off the couch I'll make brownies," you tell him, giving Alfred a mischevious smile, "But the trick is less sweet-talking him into letting me up and more getting him to stop chasing me around with dishrags."

"One would think," The butler said, "That at 25 you would know how to not make such horrible messes."

"I clean them up!"

"Except for the Dr. Pepper or the ceiling," Bruce mused.

"That one wasn't even me," you protest, "I didn't know Harvey shook the can!"

"10 years," Alfred sighed, giving Dick a long-suffering look, "And no cleaning product on earth will get it off the paint."

"I'll still pay to have it repaint-"

"Why?" Bruce chuckled, "It gives him something to be irritated about when I need to distract him."

And when you giggle at the look on Alfred's face, the butler catches Dick's eye and winks. One way or another, there will be brownies for movie night. And it feels good having you back at the breakfast table.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #anon ask #ask answered #bff!reader #minors dni

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asilentguardian · 7 months

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Hey friends! Long time no see!!

Just wanted to pop on here to let you know that the fanzine I was apart of (@thebatmanfanbook) just announced that leftover sales will be available later this month!

This means that I can post the piece that I wrote for this zine! This was my first fanzine and I really loved the experience. The book and all of the merch items are truly beautiful and there are so many wonderful artists attached to this project. If you didn't get the chance to grab one the first time around, please consider checking out the left over sale!

My piece is written from Alfred's perspective, which was actually really challenging for me. I'm not used to first person. I'll probably post it on Ao3 later, but for now it's below the cut!

Thursday, November 7th

Bruce came back.

The city has flooded, but Bruce came back. Only for a moment. I could barely see him, crouched in the window of my hospital room. I couldn’t tell if he was injured, but at least he was alive. If I hadn’t been watching the window, I may have missed him.

The hospital has been in overdrive since the explosions rang out around the city.

I can no longer see the streets from the safety of my room. The news has mentioned the Batman a few times, so I know he’s still standing. I don’t doubt that he’s working himself to the bone to try and fix this in any way he can.

I know that Gotham needs him. That his presence is doing more good than he knows, but I can’t help but feel that I need him here more. I fear that he’ll collapse, that he’ll push past his limits and drown in that wretched sea.

He’s always looked more like his mother, but I suppose he’s more like his father than either of us realize. Thomas always loved Gotham more than Gotham loved him—he was committed to the city in the same way he was committed to his family. It seems that Bruce has inherited this. Perhaps he’s inherited that particular brand of Wayne stubbornness, too.

Once Thomas got an idea in his head, it was impossible to sway him. I saw it in Martha, too, and now I see it in Bruce. It scares me how much Bruce reminds me of Thomas. I worry he’ll make the same mistakes.

Thomas was a good man, but he was blinded by his belief in other people. I often wonder why he didn’t come to me before going to see Falcone in the first place. I knew he was worried, agitated by what they were digging up about Martha, but he didn’t say anything. He was never overly candid with me, and I’m afraid that’s another trait he’s passed to his son.

Death has always followed the Waynes, and I fear that it will follow Bruce into this madness. Bruce, who once spent his evenings rescuing bugs from the manor halls, even after being told that they would only find a way back inside. I can’t imagine him committing the kind of violence that lesser men have. But I never imagined Thomas to be one to inflict violence, and, indirectly or not, he was responsible for a man’s death. Perhaps he was even responsible for his own and Martha’s.

This path that Bruce has chosen is not one that will remain bloodless. The weight on his shoulders has already permanently changed him. How much more weight until he breaks under it? How long until I attend another funeral?

I am not a young man, but I have many years left to live. Martha once confided in me all that she had sacrificed to become Bruce’s mother, and that she would do it all twice over. If Bruce has chosen his path, then I must stop shielding myself behind my title. To be truthful, I stopped thinking of myself as Bruce’s butler many years ago. I do not wish to bury my son.

I fear for him. I’ve always worried for him, as parents are wont to do, but this helpless worry is a beast that is still unfamiliar to me. And yet, also as unfamiliar is the bright hope he’s unearthed in me.

I am proud of the effect Bruce has had on Gotham, however small it may be. I know that he can do more, if only he would get out of his own bloody way. Perhaps if he sees the good that Bruce Wayne could accomplish his weight would lessen.

I know he’s made some vows of his own, to his parents and to his city. If this is the path he’s chosen, then I vow to follow him and keep him on the right path. If not for his parents, then for me. If not for his parents, then for himself.

#my writing #alfred #the batman #batfam #aspeaks

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hellishere7980 · 11 months

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IMW Chapter 2

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Isa clung tightly to Dick and Jason, her heart overflowing with joy. The rush of adrenaline still coursed through her veins, fueling her rambling about all the incredible things she had witnessed.

Her father, now out of the batsuit, watched the scene unfold with a gentle smile playing on his lips. He approached the pair, his presence a comforting anchor amidst their exuberance. Placing a hand on each of their heads, he gave them an affectionate pat.

"Good job today," he commended them, his voice brimming with pride.

Jason grinning at Bruce, shared a glance with Dick, their elation mirrored in their eyes. The young heroes then launched themselves at her father, their excitement barely contained. He caught them with a grunt, a testament to his enduring strength.

Dick's laughter bubbled up as he teasingly remarked, "You're growing old, B."

B playfully retorted, "Both of you are growing heavy."

Their playful banter continued, a testament to the deep bond they shared as a makeshift family. Isa giggled, her heart swelling with affection for the men.

"It's the muscles!" Isa chimed in, eager to defend their weight with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

"And cookies!!" she added, her voice filled with infectious enthusiasm.

However, their joyful reunion was momentarily interrupted by the unexpected arrival of Alfred, the ever-watchful butler of Wayne Manor. His disapproving gaze fell upon Isa, his voice laced with gentle reproach.

"Miss Bella, what have I told you about having too many cookies?" Alfred inquired, his tone tinged with a mix of concern and exasperation.

Isa's eyes widened in surprise, a sheepish smile crossing her face. She swiftly disengaged from her father's embrace.

"Um... nothing?" she called back, her voice tinged with innocence as she darted out of earshot.

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In their free time, the brothers would playfully engage in a game of dress-up, allowing Isabella to don their iconic cowls and capes. She would imitate their deep, gravelly voices, exclaiming, "I am Batman!" The sight of their little sister taking on their personas brought laughter and warmth to their hearts.

Marinette and Jason used to spend every free afternoon they had in the kitchen. With Alfred's supervision, of course. They took up their own corner of the large kitchen and experimented with their cooking. Sure, they were occasionally banned but unlike Bruce, who was banned for the rest of his life, it was only for a month at most.

A fact which they teased him mercilessly about. Babs joined too when Marinette told her, and once Babs knew so did Dick. Their accomplishments in the kitchen were thus immortalised, along with Bruce's failure, but that's less important.

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Isa listened as her father drifted to his memories of when he ventured the world. Of how he met her mother. (That was the first time he actually talked about her to Isa.) Of how he met Isa...as an infant.

How Bruce kept making mistake after mistake, wanting to give up various times as he found himself lost. How he thought he wasn't enough to help raise Isa, that he wasn't fit for the job.

How he found his efforts finally being rewarded in the shape of Isa growing into the girl she was now. For Dick finally being able to flourish despite his parents' death. How Jason was able to have a better life once Bruce took him in.

"Where did I go wrong?" Bruce asked, looking out the window. "What did I do that caused-"

"You did nothing wrong." Isa reassured. "You did nothing wrong Dad. If anything, you always did your best to make sure we were fed, clothed...safe. We couldn't have asked for a better father."

Isa sat there in silence for what seemed like minutes before Bruce looked at her.

"But clearly, that wasn't enough." Bruce said, getting up from his seat. "I'm sending you to Paris."

"Wha-what?" Isa sputtered out, rising from her seat, cushions tumbled to the floor.

"I'll have all the necessary arrangements done by the end of this month, no, week." Bruce said, searching his desk for some papers.

"Dad, what are-"

"You'll be living with Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng-"

"What do you-"

"I'll also have to do the necessary paperwork for you to attend a school in Paris-"

"But I don't need to move to be safe. I'm perfectly-" Isa argued, standing in front of his desk, the Batman plushie in her hand.

"If I thought you were safe here, I wouldn't have you-"

"I don't want to-" Isa cut off again, trying to get her feelings across to her father.

"You're going to go to Paris where it's safe. Where no villain nor enemy will find you." Bruce stated, almost glaring at Isa.

"I. Don't. Want. To." Isa gritted, feeling her hand tightly squeeze the plushie in her hand. She just started to do well again. She finally had someone to talk to at school, even if Babs was years older than her.

"This isn't up for discussion, Isa." Bruce glared, his eyes narrowed. "You're going to Paris where it's safe, whether you like it or not. Am I clear?"

Isa felt herself shake, hating that she held no power to go against her own father. Isa looked at the Batman in her hand, scowling as she looked at it. Without a second thought, Isa ripped it in half and threw it to the floor. "Why the hell did I ever idolise you?" Isa growled, marching out of the study, ignoring her father's yells for her to come back.

She almost slammed the doors into Dick's face, but even when he asked her what happened, she simply glared at him with unshed tears before picking up her pace.

She shut her room door closed as she walked to her bed, or at least attempted to. Just two steps away from it, she collapsed to the floor, grasping the rug underneath her as she let her tears escape.

She let herself scream into the void that was her room.

Isa looked at the boxes surrounding her and then at the empty room before her, feeling her panic rising as she started at the brightly lit attic.

She couldn't say goodbye to Dick...nor Wally...or Barbara.

Even as she kept locked within her room that week, her mode of communicating with Dick was also cut off.

She was made to leave the manor without a word that Friday morning, to board the jet without a word and be sent off without anything more than a hug from Alfred.

Her father had told her that she would keep doing her class work remotely, seeing as it was the last semester of the school year and there was no point in making her completely withdraw.

But come the next school year, she would be a student at College Francoise Dupont, the school across the street from where she and the Dupain-Chengs would reside.

She knew her father was hurting, but this? This was too much.

She headed up the skylight, thinking fresh air would help to calm her down, but was proved wrong when she saw the blue sky.

How the hell was this supposed to feel like home when it felt nothing like Gotham?

Where were the gray skies? The arcs and cobblestone that hid malicious secrets? Where were the gargoyles that followed her every move? Her home?

Isa went back down, looking at the place she had to call her room. The tall ceiling loomed over her, as if laughing at her.

"How are you doing, Isabella?" Tom asked her in French, Isa turning ever so slightly to look at the baker. Right, how did she forget?

"Doing alright?" Sabine asked, holding their daughter in her arms. She really forgot about her too, didn't she?

Isa looked at the couple, letting a smile form on her lips.

"I'm doing alright, Papa, Maman. If anything, just taking in the view." Isa lied through her teeth.

That's right. She couldn't make any trouble for her host parents.

"Well, if you need anything," Tom started.

"We will be right downstairs." Sabine finished.

With that, the two went down the stairs, leaving Isa to unpack her things.

So this was her new life.

As she unpacked her things, she found Jason's old journal with a worn out bookmark in her hands. She watched as her tears hit the surface of the journal.

"Jason...just what am I supposed to do?"

Dick couldn't take it anymore, hell, he wanted to do this when he first heard about Isa leaving the country against her will. Of course, he couldn't do anything when Alfred practically threatened him if Dick ever did what he was currently doing.

Barging into Bruce's study, Dick didn't care if Bruce was in the middle of a phone call. Ending the call, Dick made Bruce look at him.

"What the hell made you think sending Isa by herself to Paris was a good idea?" Dick growled, hating that Bruce remained indifferent.

With a sigh, Bruce set down the phone.

"She's not alone. She's with Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng. They'll take good care of her."

"That isn't the point here Bruce! You've literally sent Isa across the Atlantic, away from all the people she knew as family, just because it would give you a peace of mind?"

"It was necessary."

"It was extreme, even for you!" Dick gritted. "Isa needs us to be by her side, not across an ocean, all by herself!"

"If that's what you came here to talk about, I suggest you leave. I have an important call to-"

"Fine! Be that way! Dick yelled, slamming the door behind as he left the study.

He couldn't believe it. He really couldn't.

Sending Isa to a place she didn't know, a place where she would have trouble with adjusting to all on her own?

How could Bruce do this to her?

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