the “wait why are we running??” instinct must be nonexistent in Gotham. you see someone running from some shit and suddenly everyone’s sprinting, no questions asked, no second opinion needed.
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Btw if anyone ever has any headcanons of any DC characters (not just batfam) or just wants to rant abt your faves this is an open invite to send them to my asks I'd love to see them
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Scary boyfriend privilege? No. Scary sons privilege.
Bruce who can’t go anywhere without his newly adopted ward. He follows Bruce like a sunny shadow, grin always in place.
“Dick, can I hold your hand when we cross the street?”
Dick, very sweetly, “No.”
Bruce sighs, but accepts easily. Some guy scoffs at that and asks Bruce if he’ll let his kid just talk to him like that. His kid. His heart hurts in a very good way.
He’s about to say something, but Dick interrupts him, his teeth bared full, “Weren’t you on the news for hitting an old lady with your car?”
Bruce freezing. Dick goes back to his gameboy. They hold hands when they cross the street.
It’s both scary and comforting how little he changes when he’s an adult.
Jason, on the other hand.
Although he refuses to admit it, he does follow Bruce around, too, when his dad actually has to leave the manor. It’s when Alfred says he needs sun.
“You signed a contract, sir.”
Bruce sighing, “I signed it when I was 4. In black crayon. Those don’t count.”
Damian gasped, as if discovering a vile fact, sending an accusing glare Bruce’s way. “They don’t?”
Bruce needs an excuse to haul ass fast and that’s how Jason ends up chaperoning his socially awkward, disaster of a father in his quest to pick up food.
He’s a titanic presence next to Bruce, glaring off whoever stares a little too long or too appreciatively, strong arms crossed and his eyes hard and sharp.
Bruce gently taps his bicep and he hates the way he melts. “Do you want the chicken nuggets with or without apple slices?”
“Without.”
“Jay.”
“FINE.”
Give Jason his “he asked for No pickles” moment. It has to embarrass Bruce enough to jump in traffic, thought.
Damian has his own league and none of them can really compete with it. I think, during parent’s night, he drags Bruce off to proudly showcase his gallery of portraits.
Bruce is very moved when he realizes they’re almost all him.
There’s portraits of Dick, too, and Alfred, and a comically bad one of Tim. “Damian, they’re very beautiful. Thank you.”
“I painted them with the blood of your enemies.”
“…Thank you.”
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the thing about Bruce Wayne is that, no matter what mask he wears, he looks at Gotham and sees something worth saving. something dark and dirty worth pulling up into the light, and damn the consequences.
in a city where so many other influential figures have given up, or given in, Bruce sees something worth making holy again. despite all that it’s taken from him.
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[setting up Bruce's social media]
Bruce: I've already set my account and not to toot my own bugle, but I think I did an admirable job.
Stephanie: Oh, okay, what's your handle? I'll be your first follower.
Bruce: It's @4261746d616e. It spells Batman in hexadecimal code. It's clever, right?
Duke: B, are you sure you wouldn't like some help with this?
Bruce: Oh, no need. Now, for my first tweet. I think I should give an update on the water main break that's actually informative.
Bruce, typing: "Gotham City H2O-main SITREP: at 20:40 EDT current PSI 456, max cap 20400 LPM."
*Batcomputer dings*
Bruce: Oh, look at that, an alert. I'm probably trending already.
Bruce: What? My account has been deactivated?
Stephanie: Twitter thinks you're a bot.
Bruce: Why? I'm a human. I'm a human male.
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Orphaned Podcast Part 3 bc why not
Dick: Well, here's the thing, I had no idea who Bruce Wayne was before I got adopted by him.
Jason: Really?
Dick: Yeah, because I wasn't from Gotham and was like, eight. So when I was in the juvenile detention center, everyone started freaking out about how Bruce Wayne was there and flipping his shit.
Jason: And you just thought...
Dick: I just thought that he was a random guy that was going to kill someone.
Jason: *laughs*
Dick: I have never seen Bruce that mad again. I don't know if it was just my little kid brain exaggerating everything, or he was just genuinely the most pissed off he's ever been.
Dick: And then he demands to take ME home.
Jason: Holy shit. You were probably shitting yourself.
Dick: I was way past shitting myself. I was like... shitting other people's pants.
Jason: *laughs harder*
Dick: I fully thought I was going to die.
Jason: *still laughing* I'm so sorry, that's horrible.
(for the record, Bruce was freaking out because they put a grieving kid in juvenile detention centre because the orphanages were full, but they didn't even try to contact foster homes.)
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