#Bi Bruce Wayne

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Bruce survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 22/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Twenty-Two: Difficulty

Once Bruce arrived home, he told Harvey the truth about why he went there, and Harvey squinted at him. “Bruce, that sounds dangerous,” Harvey whispered. “How do you know you didn’t damage your organs permanently?” 

“I’m fine. Some of my blood test results were slightly elevated, but I’m fine,” Bruce whispered as he slipped under the blankets. Harvey swallowed hard and lay his head back on the headboard. 

“Bruce, I—. Shit… Bruce—? Can we talk about this?” Harvey stammered.

Bruce lifted his head. “I don’t really want to make a thing out of it. It’s over,” Bruce whispered, “Do you not want to do this tonight?” 

“I mean, yeah… I do, but I—.”

“Please. It doesn’t have to be a thing,” Bruce whispered, “I’m okay.” 

“Okay, but I—.” Bruce shushed curling his lips around Harvey’s cock. He gently bobbed up and down once before taking Harvey’s length in his mouth. “ Jeeesus Christ… Did you get better at this?” 

Bruce lifted his gaze to meet Harvey’s eyes, and he gagged on it. Bruce shut his eyes tight as Harvey held his head in place. He let go, and Bruce sat up. “Don’t cum yet. I want you,” Bruce panted. 

**

Bruce kissed Harvey's collarbone. “I’m scared, Bruce,” Harvey whispered.

Harvey paused, waiting for Bruce to say something, but Bruce just kept kissing him. “One more—.”

“Bruce, I said I’m scared,” Harvey interrupted. 

“Of what?” Bruce questioned. 

“It’s getting dangerous, Bruce. It was one thing when you were learning how to fight and renewing your first aid certification. Now, you’re doing things that could get you killed,” Harvey answered. Bruce rolled onto his back and sighed. “I love you, and I respect that you get comfort from preparing for the worst… But I hate this. I hate the idea of you getting killed doing something you don’t—.”

“Would you rather I not tell you?” Bruce snapped. 

“I don’t want to fight with you. I love you, and I know this is how you get all the bad thoughts in your head to go quiet. Baby, look at me. You’ve got to get help before this gets out of hand. I’m not going anywhere, but I want—.” 

Bruce rolled out of bed, planted his feet on the ground, and shook his head. “You have no idea how hard it was for me. All those appointments. All those teachers put me in the fish bowl and kept me away from everyone else. Do you know what the fish bowl is? It’s where the Academy puts all their sick kids. Before I met you, I didn’t want to be here anymore—.” 

“Seeing a therapist isn’t going to change our relationship, Bruce. You are always going to be my heart… But, I want you to get help. I want you to slow down and see that this isn’t the way to control that anxiety,” Harvey whispered as he got on his knees and leaned over Bruce’s shoulders. “You’re so smart, Bruce. Can’t you use that brain of yours to help people without endangering your life?” 

Harvey kissed Bruce’s cheek. “You want me to go to Dr. Paterson again… Don’t you?” Bruce questioned. 

“From what you told me, I think you liked him… You liked talking to him. Whenever you talk about the bad parts, it’s always how the people at school treated you. I’ve never once heard you say you hated therapy,” Harvey noted. Bruce didn’t answer him. “I started seeing someone while you were gone. I was in a very dark place after you left… And your mom gave me the name of a shr—. A doctor. I think it’s helping. I see her once a month.” 

“You see someone?” Bruce asked. Harvey nodded. 

“I’m working through a lot there, and I think it’s helped… I think I have a lot of darkness inside me,” Harvey confessed. Bruce lay on his back next to Harvey. “Will you talk to someone? For me?” 

“Okay. Give me a kiss?” Bruce whispered. Harvey smiled as he pressed his lips to Bruce’s, parting his lips and allowing Bruce’s tongue to enter his mouth. 

“Do you think we screw more than we make love?” Harvey asked after he pulled away. Bruce chuckled. 

“Is there a difference if we’re already in love?” Bruce asked. 

“When you’re screwing, you’re just horny and want to get off. When you make love, it’s—. God, I don’t know. You can just—. It’s hard to explain,” Harvey answered. 

Bruce stared into Harvey’s eyes. Harvey was serious, and Bruce wanted to carefully consider his answer before speaking. Harvey pushed Bruce’s hair out of his face and smiled. “I always think of it as making love… It wouldn’t feel as good with someone else. I think I like being with you because it’s the closest we can physically get. Sometimes I want to get so close that we’re in each other’s skin, thinking each other’s thoughts… And I feel crazy for saying it,” Bruce whispered. 

Harvey blinked hard, and Bruce broke eye contact out of shame. Harvey climbed on top of Bruce and kissed him. “Good answer, handsome,” Harvey whispered in between kisses.

**

Martha went to the kitchen for a snack and ran into Alfred at the fridge. She walked on her toes before squeezing Alfred’s bottom. Alfred chuckled. “Hello, darling,” Alfred whispered as Martha wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face into his back. 

“You smell so good,” Martha whispered. Alfred placed a hand over hers and smiled. “It’s nice to have the boys home for the holidays. Isn’t it?” 

Thomas came downstairs scratching his head. “Martha, are we still hiring yoga instructors to teach classes at the clinic during the week?” Thomas asked. 

Martha nodded as she reached for his hand. Thomas pulled her into his arms. “I’m gonna talk to Bruce tomorrow morning,” Martha whispered. 

“What about?” Thomas and Alfred asked at the same time. 

“He didn’t do anything. I just wanted to tell him that we started seeing Dr. Watkins after he left,” Martha explained, “I just want him to know what’s going on and that we’re doing alright.”

“Oh okay. And I um—. I’ve given consideration to what you’ve both asked, and I’m open to it. To trying… I just—. I’m going to be honest and tell you that I’m feeling a little self-conscious about the whole thing,” Thomas confessed. 

“What are you self-conscious about, hon?” Martha asked. 

“Two bodies is far different than three… And we all ask different things of each other,” Thomas whispered, “And I don’t know what goes on between you and Alfred in the bedroom.”

“I know you, Thomas. I know what you’re like in bed, and I’ve—. I’ve seen you and Alfred together,” Martha confessed. Thomas let go of her and hugged himself. 

“When?” Thomas asked. 

“It was a long time ago… You have nothing to be ashamed of… I think your bodies together look beautiful,” Martha whispered. Thomas took a deep breath. 

“I can’t even be upset. I used to ask Alfred about what it was like with you in bed,” Thomas replied, “But I fear that might breed jealousy in me.” 

“Why would you be jealous? You are so attentive and sweet,” Martha whispered. Alfred nodded to agree. 

“Thomas, there’s no pressure, darling,” Alfred whispered, “If you don’t want to—.” 

“Two weeks. I’d like to do it in two weeks,” Thomas interrupted.

[surrealist-dreamer]

Fanfic where Bruce Wayne becomes the most ethical politician instead of Batman. Starts with lowering crime rate in Gotham, ends with being elected president.

Also he makes out with his husband Harvey absolutely sloppy style on tv and his polls go up

[transmasculinizing]

a shitty amateur comedian in gotham city walks up on stage "whats the deal with batman amiright? i mean his rogues gallery is full of gays and bisexuals. seems pretty homophobic to be beating up member of the lgbtqia+ community every night!" suddenly batman breaks in "dont say that. my son is bisexual" the comedian replies "that doesnt mean anything!" "im bisexual" he admits the whole room gasped

[mattzerella-sticks]

Mike Perkins/Mike Spicer I love your choice in the final cover for The Bat-Man: First Knight because YES Bruce/Batman was MADE for the bisexual colors.

[soupinaboot]

God I need more Sapphic batcat...

[ebisul]

I like to think Tim wasn’t afraid to tell Bruce he was bi because theres no way he didn’t clock Bruce as a bisexual immediately after his own realisation

[necessaryis]

Pride month in the Wayne household (from this thread on Twitter)

Alfred: I bought you a perfectly good bi pride shirt! Why are you wearing that one! You can't go out in that!

Bruce: 😐

[halfblackwolfdemon]

Get a room, boys

My twobats edit of Batman: The Adventures Continue Season Three (2023) #2. Bruce doesn't like a blabbermouth.

[shyjusticewarrior]

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Bruce survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter One: Faces in the Carpet

Bruce stared at the carpet, searching for faces in the patterns while Alfred spoke to the doctors. He fixated on the agonized faces, the appearance of wailing people until they were all he could see. While he drowned in a sea of suffering faces, Alfred stepped over. He could still remember how his ears rang from the gunshots, but he could hear Alfred’s even tone muffled under all the white noise. Alfred crouched in front of Bruce, pulling Bruce back to the surface. “Master Bruce, would you like to come and see your mother?” Alfred asked. Bruce’s eyes widened, and he took Alfred’s hand. “She can’t see you this way. Here, Master Bruce.” Alfred pulled a wet napkin from a pack and wiped his face before taking Bruce down the hall to his mother.

Some of the tiles in the hallway were stained, and the numbers on some of the doors were missing. Alfred stopped at the door, and Bruce looked up at him. His lips parted as he searched for a way to plead with Alfred to come with him. “It’s alright, Master Bruce… She’s expecting you,” Alfred whispered as he gently nudged Bruce. 

Bruce swallowed hard, remembering the flashing lights and the smell of gunpowder. His hands trembled as he grabbed the door handle, pulling and turning it. He shut his eyes as he entered the hospital room. “Bruce, lovey?” Martha called to him. 

“Mom,” Bruce whimpered.

“Oh, Brucie,” Martha replied. Bruce opened his eyes, looking at his mother with tears in his eyes. She patted the bed beside her. Bruce crept closer and closer to Martha’s bed as tears streamed down his face. He’d never seen his mother look anything less than perfect before. Her hair fell in frizzy ringlets framing her face as they splayed out in all directions on her pillow, her face pale and greenish, the sling and the ill-fitting hospital gown swallowed her up. Bruce sniffed as he finally reached her, and he pressed his face into her lap before releasing a heart-shattering, trembling sob. Martha let her fingers dance through his hair, pulling playfully at the ends. “Bruce, I am fine. Honestly, lovey, I am not worth all this fuss you’re making.” She said it with a softness, but Bruce knew she was much more hurt than she let on. He didn’t mean to make so much noise, but the distress he felt bubbled over, and it was too much to contain. 

He sniveled and gasped in a feeble attempt to collect himself, but it only made him sound and feel more distressed. Bruce wished that he could’ve been brave. He wished he could’ve protected Martha from any undue pain. Unfortunately, all Bruce could do was cry into her lap until he was too tired to do even that. Then, he climbed into her hospital bed and curled into her side. “Bruce?” Martha whispered. 

“I wasn’t big enough… I—.”

“I am supposed to protect you. It has never and will never be the other way around. Do you understand me, lovey? I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you,” Martha interrupted. 

Bruce didn’t reply. He couldn’t get past the thought of the gunshots. Blood seeping through his unconscious parents’ clothes. It felt wrong. And quickly, the fear and sadness turned to determination. Without another word on the subject, Bruce decided he’d become strong enough to protect his parents no matter the cost. 

When he woke up, Martha was talking to the doctors. “Why can’t you just speak plainly to me? I don’t understand,” Martha asked. 

Bruce didn’t move, but he opened one eye and met glances with Alfred. Bruce opened both eyes and mouthed for Alfred not to tell while he tried to listen to what the doctors were saying. “Well, thank you anyway. I will ask my husband when I see him,” Martha replied. After the door shut, Martha looked down at Bruce, tickling his neck before asking, “Could you make any sense of that alphabet soup? Or am I just stupid?” 

“I didn’t understand it either, Mom,” Bruce replied, “How’d you know I was awake?”

“You stopped making noise,” Martha giggled. 

“I should go and check on Master Thomas,” Alfred whispered to excuse himself. 

Bruce sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Oh, Alfred, won’t you take Bruce with you? I’m sure Thomas would love to see him. Bruce, keep your father company for a while. I’m sure he needs it. I want to try and get freshened up,” Martha lied. Bruce kissed her cheek before taking Alfred’s hand. He didn’t say anything until they were in the hallway.

“What’d the doctors say about Dad, Alfred? I know you understood what they were talking about,” Bruce whispered. 

“Master Bruce, your father will go home, but he may not fully recover… He may not be able to walk for the foreseeable future,” Alfred answered honestly, “He’ll need you to be patient and kind… without pitying him, of course.”

“Of course,” Bruce nodded, “Have you seen him?” 

“No. I haven’t yet. I suppose you’re the first person he’ll want to see,” Alfred replied, “My sincerest apologies, Master Bruce. I should have escorted you all from the theater—.” 

Bruce dropped Alfred’s hand. “Don’t be silly, Alfred. Thank you for sitting with me these past few days,” Bruce thanked him. 

“You’re always good company, Master Bruce,” Alfred whispered, “I’ll wait outside for thirty minutes… And then I’ll get you something to wear.”

“Alfred, wait—.”

Alfred reassured him, “I won’t leave a second before thirty minutes have passed. " Bruce nodded as he turned his back and headed inside. 

Thomas’ eyes were dark, he was pale, and Bruce stepped back, wanting to turn and run from the reality of the situation. His father was not as bulletproof as he imagined him. Thomas looked far too human for Bruce’s liking. He thought he could get away without Thomas knowing he was ever there, but he heard something that made him stop in his tracks. Thomas sniffed, and Bruce whipped around, watching with terror as Thomas started to cry. Bruce was speechless as he quietly approached Thomas’ hospital bed. “How can I hug you?” Bruce asked. 

It startled Thomas, and he looked into Bruce’s eyes, searching for a look of disapproval or disgust. Bruce’s eyes were trained on Thomas, but they were steady… and his little hands were wrapped around one of Thomas’ in an act of consolation. “Just be careful of the IVs, but you can hug me,” Thomas sniffed as he tried to collect himself. “Sorry.” Bruce hugged Thomas and pressed his face into the crook of Thomas’ arm. 

“I wish I was as brave as you,” Bruce whispered. Thomas tried to swallow, but his throat went dry. He sniffed as tears fell from his eyes. “It’s okay… I cried, too.”

“How’s Mom?” Thomas asked. Bruce climbed into Thomas’ hospital bed with him. 

“She’s alright… She said she’s just freshening up,” Bruce answered. The monitors beeped, and Bruce looked up at them. “How bad is it?”

“Um… Spinal injuries are tricky, Bruce. There’s a lot of swelling, but I’m pretty strong. There’s a chance I could walk again with lots of physical therapy, but I’m sure I’ll need long-term assistance—.”

“Are you hurting?” Bruce asked. 

Thomas rustled a hand through Bruce’s hair. “It’s there, and I’ll be feeling it quite a bit once the medication wears off, but—. It’s nothing for you to worry about,” Thomas whispered. 

“Not true. Being a Wayne means helping others,” Bruce replied. He’d heard Thomas say that several times at press conferences and galas. The way Bruce said it made Thomas light up for a moment, and he almost seemed like his old self. 

“That’s right, Bruce… But I’m gonna have to help myself, too—.”

“I know, but it doesn’t mean that you have to do it all by yourself. Mom says no man is an island. You’ve got to accept help when you need it,” Bruce interrupted. 

Thomas chuckled. “I can’t argue with that,” Thomas replied.

[surrealist-dreamer]

Pookie has a good idea and now I have plans

[bruciemilf]

AUs where Thomas and Martha come back to life are significantly funnier if you consider the possibility of them adopting Harley and Oliver.

Bruce needs to cuddle Damian like an emotional support cat while all three of his parents argue in the kitchen. Dick would join, but he’s a bit too shell shocked that his dead grandparents are, you know, standing in his kitchen.

“Okay, so wait, he didn’t finish med school?! I specifically requested it!”

“I’m sorry, have you tried wrangling your feral batch of kittens before? The only one who successfully graduated is Harley.”

Oliver throws his hands in the air while Harley preens, “I finished business school!”

Martha sighs, “So did Lex Luthor, my darling.”

“Okay, well, I’m gonna die before I become a billionaire, so there.”

“Hell yeah, that’s my girl.”

“Sadly, she was discredited once her turbulent affair with the clown started…”

Thomas guffaws. Looking at Alfred like he said the most unbelievable shit in the world.

“Harley. Dated a man. OUR Harley?”

“I was equally disappointed.”

“Okay, well, favorite in law, 1 2 3 go,”

They all say Dinah at the same time, much to Bruce’s dismay. He gets it, but Clark is very kind to him. “Papa!”

Thomas shrugs, “I’m a Virgo, not a liar.”

[priv-heree]

DYING

[willsonlmt]

Tim in the wayne manor living room telling bruce he is bisexual.

Tim: So yeah im bisexual.

Bruce: Well im proud of you no matter what and thank you for telling me.

Tim: Thanks Bruce.

Bruce: *sighs* Im glad that went well. I practiced alot for this.

Tim: You knew?!

Bruce: Oh no. I just thought itd be someone else coming out to me.

Tim: You thought it was gonna be Dick right?

Bruce: Absolutely.

A scoff comes from across the room. As they see Dick with his head in Wallys lap in the couch.

Dick: "how dare you say something so slanderous against me! You know what i dont have to take this verbal abuse." * Gets up and grabs Wallys hand.* "Come on honey were leaving."

Tim: Yeah i don't get how I'm the first.

[livingdeadvoid]

Tim, trying to come out to everyone: I'm dating Clark's son

Damian, looking up from his tablet: I'm also dating Clark's son...

Bruce, looking between his two kids: I'm dating Clark-

Dick: Holy shit now I'm glad I'm dating just Wally

Jason: You're dating Wally? Pfft- I'm dating Roy

Stephanie: I'm dating cA-

Cass, covering her mouth: I think that's enough reveals for one day.

[mrmanbat]

Duke gives me such Disney Channel kid vibes.

LabRats? Loved it. Mighty Med? Solid 10/10. kim possible and Phineas and Ferb ? Peak childhood.

…

In contrast Tim was such a Cartoon Network kid