#Bi Bruce Wayne

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

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

Chapters: 3/?

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 Three: The Note

Thomas took Bruce out for a stroll in the park after school, letting Bruce push his chair while Alfred trailed them from a safe distance. Martha wasn’t feeling well, so she stayed home. Much to her dismay, her brother Jacob and his wife stopped by to help out for a few days. “Jake, really, you don’t have to—.”

“Martha, it’s Jacob… Not Jake,” Jacob replied. Martha pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried to ignore the smell of trout. “You need the leucine. Trust me. Your body will heal faster once you—.” 

“Jacob, it’s not that I don’t appreciate the help, but—.” 

Gabi touched Martha’s shoulder and whispered, “He feels extremely guilty that he was unable to be there when you got shot. Jacob wants to make it up to you.” 

Martha softened as she finally dropped the front and burst into tears. Jacob stopped what he was doing and rubbed his neck. “Are you okay?” Jacob asked. 

“No,” Martha laughed through her tears, “I can’t go to sleep. I try to, but I—. I can’t turn my brain off… And once I do, Bruce will have a nightmare… Or, Thomas will have a nightmare… What I wouldn’t give to have a nightmare.” 

Jacob hesitated before hugging Martha and allowing her to cry on his shoulder. “I’ll make you some of Mom’s famous cocoa. How about it?” Jacob asked. Martha never cried. As the only daughter in the Kane family, most people would’ve expected Martha to be overly sensitive and spoiled, but Martha made it her resolve never to complain or cry in front of anyone. So, it was a bit of a shock to Jacob to hear her carry on like that. 

He quickly started on her cocoa, chopping bars of white chocolate and slicing strawberries before Martha could answer. Gabi smiled softly at her. “Jacob?” Gabi called as she lifted her eyebrows to look at him. He nodded. “Martha, I wanted to ask you for advice. When you were pregnant, how did you deal with the nausea?” 

Martha stopped crying as she squinted at Gabi and glanced over at Jacob, who nodded proudly without looking at her. Martha squealed. “Oh, Gabi, come here. Come here!” She hugged Gabi and laughed. “How far along are you? Oh, hon, you look fantastic. You’re not even showing yet. Are you in your first trimester?” 

“I am… But, I just thought you should know if everything goes well, you should be having a little niece or nephew in April,” Gabi answered. 

“Oh congratulations, Gabi. I will fly out if I have to for the shower. Just let me know the time and place. I’ll be there no matter what. Oh my goodness, I have just got to pull it together before you have this baby. I can’t have your child think that I’m always a mess,” Martha laughed as she wiped a few oncoming tears away. “Would you like to lie down?” Gabi shook her head. 

“No, but I think you should. If you want, I’ll sit with you after you have your cocoa,” Gabi offered. Martha nodded. 

**

Meanwhile, Bruce quietly ate ice cream with Alfred and Thomas. “Brucie, how was school?” Thomas asked. 

Bruce avoided eye contact with Alfred and Thomas as he shrugged. “It was great,” Bruce mumbled. 

“That was quite literally the most unenthusiastic use of the word great that I’ve ever heard. What’s wrong, chum?” Thomas asked. “You can tell me. I promise not to overreact.”

“I don’t know. Everyone keeps asking me what happened, and I—.” The paparazzi showed up, snapping pictures with the flash on and Bruce dropped his ice cream cone, and he scraped his knee as he fell trying to get to Thomas. 

“Please, stop! You’re frightening him!” Thomas shouted in the same tone Martha used with the press. Polite and restrained despite his anger and distress. Martha had poise, and he acted in accordance with her example. He got out of his chair and held Bruce in his arms on the ground. The shutters clicking and flashing lights left Bruce shaking and crying as they closed in, trying to snap a picture of Bruce in his school uniform, and Thomas sitting on the ground. 

Alfred quickly reached up into the air and showed them his taser. Everyone quickly dispersed after that, except for the owner of the ice cream shop, who brought out an ice cream cake. “My apologies, Mr. Wayne—.” 

“It’s not your fault. I’m sorry for the ruckus. We’ll be—. Oh, no. We can’t take this. You didn’t do anything wrong to us. I’m actually sorry for the disturbance we caused—.”

“Mr. Wayne, it’s on the house. You don’t remember me, but you saved my daughter’s life once. Consider it a small token of my appreciation,” she whispered, “Would you like some help?” 

“Thank you, but I’ll be fine,” Thomas smiled.

“Brucie Bruce,” Thomas whispered in a sing-song voice, “Let’s go home and see Uncle Jacob and Aunt Gabi. Okay?” Bruce nodded, still shaking as he held onto Thomas. With Bruce holding on so tight, Thomas couldn’t get back into his chair, so he had to ask Alfred for help. 

**

Bruce, Thomas, and Martha were exhausted by the time dinner rolled around, and they all slept curled up in Thomas and Martha’s bed. Thomas woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. “Rrrgh… Martha? Bruce?” Thomas whispered. Bruce stirred, but Martha didn’t. “Martha? Martha, honey… Your brother’s cooking in our kitchen.”

Martha pulled Bruce close to her chest in her sleep. Thomas sat up and once he got his feet planted, he leaned forward and noticed Bruce’s backpack in the path of his wheelchair. He picked it up and a note fell out. Thomas set the backpack aside and picked up the note before transferring into his wheelchair. He sat still, struggling to decipher the elementary school penmanship. It wasn’t Bruce’s handwriting, but he could tell it was another boy’s. He left the room, letting the note sit in his lap as he waited in the hallway, reading the note under better lighting. “What’s red and black and white all over? Bruce’s parents in Crime Alley…” Thomas sighed. 

Bruce stepped out of the room, rubbing his eyes before he noticed Thomas holding a piece of paper. “You have to give that back. You can’t read that,” Bruce stated. 

“I’m afraid that I’ve already read it, chum… Is this what was bothering you today?” Thomas questioned. Bruce nodded, but Thomas could look at him and tell there was something else. “And?” 

“No,” Bruce lied. 

“These kinds of things don’t upset me, Bruce. It upsets me more to think that someone is treating you badly while I’m not around. That isn’t fair. I’m a grown up. It isn’t going to bother me the way that you—.”

Martha made a noise in between a gasp and a shriek. “Bruce? Thomas? Bruce! Thomas!” Martha shouted. Before they could answer her, she burst out of the room and sank to the ground. 

“Martha, honey… Are you alright?” Thomas asked. Martha hid her face in her hands, and Bruce sat beside her on the floor. “We’re okay.” 

Martha nodded as she pulled Bruce into her lap, hiding her face in the back of his hair. “What time is it?” Martha asked. 

Thomas turned to look at the grandfather clock in the hallway. “It’s six a.m.,” Thomas answered, “Are you okay?”

Martha chuckled with her eyes shut. “We slept for twelve hours… Oh, that’s—. Should we keep Bruce home today?” Martha asked.

“Yeah. It won’t hurt to keep him home. We were all exhausted last night. Let’s take a day and spend it with family. It’s been a while since I played board games with your brother,” Thomas smiled

[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.

[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

[soupinaboot]

God I need more Sapphic batcat...

[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.

[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.”

[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.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

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

Chapters: 2/?

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 Two: Sirens on the Staircase

Martha fixed her makeup while her assistant adjusted her dress. “Can you do the sweater, Mrs. Wayne?” her assistant questioned. 

“Over the shoulders,” Martha answered. She brushed hospital shampoo through her hair and looked at Bruce. He hated press conferences, but he understood they had to release a statement. “Bruce, you don’t have to do this with me if it bothers you… All I’m going to do is tell them we’re going home soon, we’d like everyone to respect our privacy, and we love our city and hope it doesn’t deter people from supporting local businesses.” 

“But what about crime?” Bruce asked. 

“Crime is only a symptom of a much more frightening disease that plagues our city… So many people are left behind or ignored because of where they come from or what abilities they do or don’t have. We are supposed to help give people whatever we need as often as we can,” Martha replied, “That being said, do you want to do boring press with me? Or do you want to go support Dad at his pain management appointment?” 

Bruce smiled at her. “I’ll tell Dad you love him,” Bruce replied as he kissed her cheek. 

Martha gasped. “You don’t think that I’d be coming on too strong?” Martha teased. “Tell him I think it’s cute how his nose scrunches up when he laughs and see how he reacts… And then, tell him that I love him.”

Bruce smiled and nodded before heading to the physical therapist’s office on the second floor of the hospital. Bruce waved at the window to make sure it was okay to come in. By this time, the hospital was well-acquainted with Bruce and even welcomed his presence. He brought meals and coffee, distracted smaller children while nurses drew blood, and was painfully sweet to everyone who cared for his parents. He even remembered the names of the people at the front desk.

Thomas lit up at the sight of Bruce and waved him over. "I'm taking a dip in the ice bath today," Thomas explained as he unzipped his robe. Bruce looked at the tub of ice water and frowned. "What's the matter?"

"Won't it be too—? Hm... What's that going to feel like?" Bruce asked. Thomas glanced at his physical therapist. He nodded in reply to Thomas' question.

"Do you want to try it with me? We'll only do a few minutes, and then we'll get out and dry off, warm up a little bit, and have a snack. How about it?" Thomas asked. Over the past few weeks, Thomas realized it was better to let Bruce experience the process of his recovery. It was much easier than giving textbook answers to an already traumatized eight-year-old.

Bruce removed his suit and draped it over a chair while Thomas transferred from his wheelchair to the tub's edge. "Truth be told, I'm glad you're doing this with me," Thomas nervously chuckled. He hated the cold, but Bruce loved it. He loved any extreme Martha and Thomas would allow. Thomas took a deep breath and looked at Bruce. "Count of three? Can you do the honors?"

"One... Two... Three," Bruce counted before plunging down into the tub with Thomas. They both shrieked and blew out a breath from the cold.

Bruce reached forward and grabbed Thomas' hand to keep from jumping out of the water. "It's a shock. I know. Wooo! I wouldn't be offended if you had to get out," Thomas reassured him. Bruce shook his head.

"I'm with you, Dad," Bruce replied, his forehead wrinkling as he stared directly into Thomas' eyes. Thomas chuckled. "Mom told me to tell you that she thinks it's cute when you wrinkle your nose when you laugh."

His chuckle turned to a boisterous laugh. "Did she? Do you think that means she likes me?" Thomas joked.

"She told me something else. She said she loves you," Bruce seriously answered.

"Wow. A pretty lady like your mom loves me? Tell her that she's the girl of my dreams... And that I love her, too. Can you remember that?" Thomas asked as he trembled. Bruce nodded. "You're a good man, Bruce. I don't know if I would've done this for my dad at your age."

Bruce beamed as he shivered in the water. "It's not so bad," Bruce lied. Thomas grinned. 

Silence fell over both of them, and Thomas smiled. The discomfort of the freezing cold faded over the next few minutes, and Thomas took Bruce’s hand once more, looking over his nail beds. “Come on, let’s get out… Easy, you first. Come this way,” Thomas whispered. Bruce waded over, and Thomas sat him on the edge. “Dry your legs and the rest of your body all the way first and take deep breaths. Okay?” 

Bruce obeyed, while Thomas pulled himself onto the tub’s edge. The two of them exchanged glances as they shivered and dried off, and Bruce sat on Thomas’ lap after he transferred back to his chair, and they sat wrapped in their towels and Thomas’ robe. “Would you do this again?” Thomas asked as he held Bruce close. 

“Hm… Can we get soup after next time?” Bruce asked. 

“Miso soup?” Thomas asked. Bruce nodded. “You’re in luck. Dr. Edmonds, can I get another spoon?” 

Dr. Edmonds pulled a spoon out of thin air. After they finished eating, Thomas made sure Bruce drank water with him and got dressed. Bruce eventually nodded off in Thomas’ lap after he got dressed, and Thomas went down to the first floor to watch Martha’s press conference. Martha casually widened her eyes, and Thomas nodded as he approached her in his chair. “Mrs. Wayne? Mrs. Wayne, will you and Mr. Wayne be taking questions at this time?” one of the reporters asked. 

“Thomas, honey, are we taking questions at this time?” Martha asked with a playful grin spread across her face. Thomas reached for her hand, playing with the ring on her finger, almost forgetting that the press was there to begin with. 

“I’ll do whatever you ask, Mrs. Wayne,” Thomas joked. Bruce pressed his face into Thomas’ chest, still fast asleep to Thomas and Martha’s relief. 

Martha smiled and turned toward the cameras. “We can answer a few questions,” Martha replied, “But I’m sure Bruce would like to go home and get some rest, so let’s be brief.” 

**

Bruce stirred in his bedroom as he listened to his parents speaking in the next room. It sounded like they were arguing, so he crept out of bed and listened at his door. “Thomas, it was an accident. Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Martha replied. 

“Martha, maybe I shouldn’t—.”

“Oh, Thomas, don’t be that way. You did the same for me when I was pregnant. There’s no difference,” Martha replied. 

Bruce crept out of his room, and Alfred scooped him up. “Master Bruce, I think it’s almost time for lunch,” Alfred whispered as he carried Bruce downstairs. Bruce wrapped his arms around Alfred’s neck, but he couldn’t stop staring over Alfred’s shoulder. 

“What’s wrong?” Bruce asked. 

“Just a small spill, Master Bruce. Would you like a biscuit?” Alfred questioned in reply. 

“Chocolate chip, please,” Bruce answered. Alfred made a soft noise as he patted Bruce on the back. The patting sent Bruce back to the thought of sirens flashing in his eyes, police officers and EMTs swarming on all sides around him. “Wait! Wait! Where’s Mom and Dad? Mom! Dad!” 

“Bruce?” Thomas asked. Alfred carried Bruce up the stairs where Thomas waited in his chair. He was in his robe as he reached out for Bruce, and Alfred handed him off. “Hey, it’s alright, Bruce. It’s alright.” 

Bruce trembled as he pressed his face into Thomas’ shoulder, trying to use his father’s scent as an anchor. “I don’t know who—. I don’t know who took you. The lights—. The lights were flashing, and they took you away from me. I don’t know who—. I wasn’t sure—. I couldn’t—. I couldn’t ask them who—.” Bruce hyperventilated as tears streamed down his cheeks. 

“I’m right here. Daddy’s here. I’m not going anywhere,” Thomas whispered as he held Bruce’s hand. He rubbed circles in Bruce’s palm with his thumb as he kissed Bruce on the cheek. “What’s that silly game we used to play? The one with the—.” Thomas held one thumb up and tapped Bruce’s nose as he started humming the tune to Where is Thumbkin. He switched his hands back and forth even though he couldn’t remember the words clearly. “Help me out, Brucie. Really, son, I’m struggling with this one.”

Bruce slowly started participating, allowing Thomas to wipe his tears away while Martha crept past them to the dumbwaiter. Upon her return, she watched as Thomas struggled to sing along. Thomas lifted Bruce’s chin with his knuckle. “I’m sorry, Dad—.”

“Hey, that’s okay. I’ve got to take a shower, but I’ll be back down for lunch. A kiss for the best, will your heart miss me less? Mwah!” Thomas kissed Bruce’s cheek before patting his arm. Bruce gave him a kiss on the cheek in return. “That’s my big boy. I won’t be gone long. I promise.” 

Martha reached for Bruce’s hand. She scooped him up with her uninjured arm and once she had him balanced on her hip, she blew a raspberry into his opposite cheek. “Is Lovey a little out of sorts after his nap?” Martha asked in a cartoonish bird voice. But before she turned to head down the stairs, she stopped to kiss Thomas. “Isn’t Daddy just the sweetest?” she whispered as she walked down the stairs sideways with her back against the railing. 

“Alfred, I’m sorry,” Thomas whispered. Alfred shook his head. “Could you make sure they get downstairs safely? Hopefully, they take the stair lift down next time. Sorry about all the—.”

“You have never been more pleasant, Master Thomas,” Alfred teased. Thomas chuckled. “We’re happy to have you home, sir.” 

“I’m happy to be home, Alfred,” Thomas half-smiled.

[surrealist-dreamer]

Pookie has a good idea and now I have plans

[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.

[shyjusticewarrior]

[priv-heree]

DYING

[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