#Bruce has lived with Alfred long enough to know that the man is trying so hard not to laugh

[arrowmaker15]

(Father's Day, pt 4)

Bruce: Damian... Please tell me this isn't what I think this is.

Damian: I do not play games, Father.

Bruce:

Bruce: Why did you get me a birdcage with five Robins, the actual birds, in it?

Damian: You collect Robins. And you insist on all of them living here. Hence, one birdcage.

Bruce:

Bruce, muttering: I should've stopped at Jason...

[acid-ixx]

Baby bird, angel,,,,,,what else we got?

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to bruce, you are his precious, sometimes his treasure. he'd even unironically call you his baby in front of the press. and most of the time, if he describes you to his co-workers in the justice league who knew of your identity, he will always say "my child" with a dark undertone that you are not to available for adoption even if it was you who insists that anyone else can take you under their care, other than your actual family.

alfred, in all his years of caring for you, is very much settled into calling you his own child. although it's a given that he refers to bruce's children as a "(young) master", whenever it's just the two of you in the same room, with you needing a semblance of solace, alfred would always grasp your shoulders and comfort you with kind words and affirmations, starting his sentence with "(name), my child."

dick obviously calls you his baby bird and only he has the trademark to do so, nobody else has the privilege and not even your other siblings. he's obviously overbearing, chirping out that nickname in an irritingly higher octave whenever he gets some sort of cuteness overload just by squishing your cheeks. one way to know if dick is in the same room as them is if you hear a man squeal your nickname.

babs, in addition to dick, probably calls you birdy or something cheesy like her little hatchling. you have no idea where she gets those nicknames but she's better in so many levels compared to the eldest because she doesn't often call you those, not unless she's in a really good mood. though you should be scared if she ever calls you by your full, government name; one where wayne is the surname and not your mother's.

jason calls you his angel because unlike his other siblings, you're the only one who has never wielded a weapon against anyone (and if you ever do, he'd pretend like that never happened, excusing your actions for self defense or something else). like a buy-one-take-one package, he always ruffles your hair whenever he refers you that nickname. there's times, though, where he says it in a possessive tone, daring criminals that if they try to even touch a single centimeter of your skin then they'd better pray that his angel has enough mercy to not prosecute him for whatever comes next.

tim doesn't really call you any nicknames, and you're so grateful for that. but what he does have of you are multiple logs of all the times you call him his name or a nickname, deluding himself into thinking you'll always say his name with such a fond voice and a huge smile. and it doesn't take a genius to find out just how easy he folds if you ask him for a favor with a sweet tone, calling him 'timmie' or something cringier. but hey, as long as it gets you what you want.

damian isn't the type to settle for nicknames, but he's the one that often refers to you as "my older sibling", "my blood sibling" and every other term that refers to you as his. he's very much like bruce in the regard that even if he has to share with his siblings, you will always, and always be damian's beloved older sibling. there's times, though, that he would secretly dream of a day where you would be comfortable enough to call him your baby brother.

steph and duke are the most normal ones when it comes to calling you a nickname, resorting to calling you their bro or sis. but sometimes steph loves to tease you by calling you the nicknames babs gives you, to the point that it's now steph who calls you her hatchling in a sing-song voice, and it'd be duke who'll eventually create a tune for your own nickname. the entire melody would then be an established hum for the entire manor and it takes you all your sanity and alfred cooking your favorite dish to not strangle the living hell out of those two.

cass also is another case of your sibling not having any nicknames for you, but she does associate you with the word love, someone who she should protect with all her heart and you'll find her one day calling you that nickname. the longer she becomes closer with you, the more she's bound to call you her beloved sibling, too, just like how bruce calls you his beloved child. and if it's not your name that she tries to call, it would instead be the tune that duke invented.

[gothamhappiness]

Being in a relationship with Bruce Wayne: a journey - His denial (Part VIII)

It's a big series about an afab!reader who doesn't like Bruce Wayne and who still falls in love with him (he fells quicker and harder)

Reader's origin story // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 //

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of crying several times, hard times for reader and for Bruce, language, ANGST and more ANGST

“You know Ma, it’s okay if you don’t wanna tell me what happened between you and Bruce, but we’re all wondering why you broke up with him?” Jason asked you as he was helping you prepare a meal for the two of you. “Also, everyone's a little bit worried you won’t be our mother figure no more.” he added

“I’ll send a message on our group chat to let you kids know that I’m still there for you, no matter what happened between Bruce and I.” you replied instantly. 

You loved those kids as if they were yours and you were eager to keep taking care of them, even if it wasn’t at the manor anymore.

“Good to know,” Jason hummed and kissed your cheek. 

He would have been devastated if you had run away from his life, like all the adults that were supposed to care for him - apart from Alfred, of course. And he was well aware that all the other children - adopted or not by Bruce - loved you. You were bringing some peace and joy in everyone’s lives. That was why they nicknamed you “Hope” for when they talk to you over the comm’s. 

“And I didn’t break up. We agreed on it, Bruce and I.” you finally said, to which Jason arched an eyebrow. 

“Really? That’s not what he said”.

“Well, we agreed that I’m a civilian and that it was making things too difficult. Bruce has also been very busy and… I don’t know, maybe it was just not working anymore” you explained, trying to get away from this conversation as fast as possible.

You had spent the whole night crying over this break up. You had never been heartbroken like that before. You loved Bruce like you never loved anyone before. You just didn’t want to resume crying in front of Jason.

“Bruce can be an asshole… But I really don’t think he meant to make you feel neglected” Jason frowned

“Are you taking his defence now?” you softly teased to hide your sadness away

“No, never. Just… He loves you” Jason whispered

“I don’t think so. But that’s okay. I never thought I’d date someone for so long anyway. And I’ve meet all of you, and I’m very grateful for that”

“Ma…” Jason started but you cut him off

“I don’t really want to keep talking about him” you said and Jason dropped the subject

You did your best to forget about this conversation. You didn’t want to hear the little voice in your head saying that maybe Bruce was still in love with you, but was too stupid to let you know about it. 

You managed to push the voice away, until during an interview with Bruce Wayne, the journalist asked him if it was true you were not together anymore. You hadn’t meant to watch this interview, but your boss needed you to write an article about it. At the question, you couldn't help but fully focused on the TV and you caught a glimpse of vulnerability flashing across Bruce’s face. Only people who knew him well enough could have seen it. He quickly smiled at the journalist. 

“We’re only taking a break, nothing permanent” he instantly replied and you stared at the TV, thinking “wait what??” 

“Oh so, you’re not open to any new relationship?” the journalist asked “A lot of women in Gotham are eager to know if they have a chance with you or not. Men too. And everyone else, really”.

Bruce softly chuckled, but you could tell he was actually quite uneasy

“No, I’m not open to any new relationship. I still belong to Y/N.” he replied and you started to cry again.

You hated him for lying so blatantly in front all the whole city. He didn’t belong to you, you would know otherwise. You felt so sad, so angry. You hated yourself for having fallen for a man like him.

“Belong to? Quite a strong expression. Are you in love, Mr. Wayne?” the journalist hummed in interest

“Now I believe you didn’t ask me to come to talk about my romantic relationship” Bruce quickly changed the subject, but no need to say you started to cry even harder.

Of course he wouldn’t say he loved you, because he didn’t. You didn’t want to be such a mess again so you turned the TV off.

But a few instants later you received messages from the kids asking you if it was true that it was just a break and that you would come back home at some point. They were all so adorable, saying they understood if you needed to take a breath from the Batfamilly, especially when things were so difficult in Gotham. They promised to keep protecting you no matter what anyways.

You had no idea what to answer at first. You didn’t want to hurt their feelings. Eventually you told them the truth: “I’ve told you I’m still there for you as well, and I’m touched you are all so eager to have me back at the manor… But in all honesty, I’m not too certain what is going on and why Bruce said all of this. I don’t want to talk to him, but I guess you can ask him directly”

No need to say that everyone was pretty disappointed in your answer and that none of them asked about it to Bruce.

You didn’t want to go back to the manor. You didn’t want to run into Bruce. You thought several times to ask the children to grab your belongings for you, but it would mean for them to come into Bruce’s room and the man wouldn't be happy about it. They were welcomed to come into his room only when they needed help or reassurance after a nightmare. You could also tell that the children didn’t know how to deal with the break up.

You didn’t want to force them to be in between Bruce and you. 

Unfortunately you needed clothes from his place because you were soon going out of Gotham for a couple of days. You waited until the last minute to finally go back to the manor.

Everyone was out, except Alfred who greeted you with a warm smile. His smile flattered when you told him you needed to take some belongings from there. He didn’t stop you. However you were certain that he sent a message to Bruce.

You were in a pretty dark mood. Your mother had discovered your father wasn’t dead. You were a little bit surprised that the Batfamilly wasn’t on the case yet. Maybe Falcone did a good job to hide things away. Or maybe no one wanted to deal with something that might end up hurting you. 

Either way, you knew things were going to be hard and your mother was going to hate you for having lied to her about your father. You wished things would have been better with Bruce, because you would have loved to have someone with you. You didn’t want to drag the children in this mess, so once again it was you alone against your past.

You jumped when you heard Bruce’s soft voice talking to you. You had been so deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t heard him gently opening the door.

“What are you doing?” he leaned against the door frame to seem relaxed but you could tell he was watching you with great intensity and concern.

You wouldn’t have believed it if he would have told you, but watching you removing your belongings from your shared room was eating him up alive. He needed all his willpower to not prevent you from doing so. When you resumed your action of packing away, he felt his chest tightened.

“Packing. Need to go see my mom. Some stuff happened with my dad… And I need to deal with this mess.” you explained

“Anything I can do?” he offered

“Of course not. You have enough to deal with anyways.” you shrugged “By the way, I won’t be able to grab everything right away, so I’ll probably come back for the remaining things. Obviously you can send everything to my flat if you don’t want me to come again” you added, looking for a brief instant back to him

“Look, Y/N, I guess this isn’t the right time to speak with you, but can we maybe plan something for when you’ll be back to Gotham?” Bruce offered, almost pleading with you

“You mean to speak about how we went from “we agree to break up” to “you break up” and finally to “this is just a break”, Bruce?” You paused and turned around to fully watch him this time. 

Bruce moved a hand into his hair. He had no idea how to fix your relationship.

“You broke up. For my answer to the journalist... It was just easier to say that” Bruce tried and you rolled your eyes at him. 

He internally cringed, why wasn’t he able to say the right thing when he was already missing you so dearly?

“Whatever, Bruce.” you finally said

“So yes for a date when you’ll be back?” he insisted

“Whatever, Bruce” you said again which hurt him more than he wanted to admit.

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PART 9

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[lazycats-stuff]

Batfamily x male!reader

So, this is the last part in the Court of Owls reader. PART 1, PART 2 and PART 3

Summary: (Y/N) can't stand being in the manor anymore. So he plots his escape, but he never expects the help from one of the residents.

Warnings: escape, (Y/N) being done with the family, talks about bad mental health, this is so rushed I'm sorry, I wanted to just write it.

(Y/N) didn't know what to do any more. He was still in that cell and the boys were trying even harder. He doesn't remember when he was in this bad place. Where he doesn't have any motivation or just any passion.

He never wanted to be in that place.

He was once in that place once before. He just disappeared from Bruce's and Talia's lives and he was lost. He was young, his parents being complete opposites and he was at the crossroad. Who does he follow? His father, the hero that everyone loves and does good? Or his mother who is one of the best assassins in the world?

He shook his head. No.

He made his choice from the moment he disappeared. He was going to be what he wants to be. He won't listen to either of them. He will be his own person.

But now?

He felt trapped in a psychological sense. He knows he will never conform to Bruce's and Talia's wishes. No matter how hard they tried. When did he fell like he had no way out? When did he feel like his mental health was decaying? Even before the so called crossroad?

Before he met Harvey and the others, it wasn't good. But after meeting them, he felt better. They didn't judge him for he did and Harley gave him that help he needed. According to her, the Court was just a vent to let out that anger.

That made a lot of sense.

But from time to time, he did wonder about his life with Bruce. What would be his codename? Would he be another Robin? Or would he wear the bat symbol?

It has been a couple more weeks. (Y/N) wasn't giving up, however, he was allowed a bit of freedom. Every 2 or 3 days one of them would walk him out to the garden. Damian was the one who volunteered the most.

He also took notice of shifts in the cave. They never really left him alone, there was always someone there.

He sighed as he read one of his books. How was he going to escape?

" Master (Y/N)? "

(Y/N) lifted his head at the familiar voice. Alfred... (Y/N) liked Alfred. He didn't push (Y/N) like others. His only concern was that (Y/N) ate and drank enough.

" Hey Alfred. "

" How are you doing today? " The older man asked, stopping in front of the door.

" Okay. "

Despite the fact that (Y/N) liked Alfred, he doesn't give him anything he could use against Bruce. Nothing. You can never know.

" Well, that's good. You will have about 2 hours from the moment I let you out. "

(Y/N) turned his head, frowning at the British man. What the hell? What does that mean?

" What? "

" You have around 100,000 dollars here. Also, there is a ticket booked. I heard you know French, so there is a ticket for Lyon. A friend of mine will wait for you and drop you off at your new apartment. There will be a document from the bank with your bank account. It will enough for a year or so. "

(Y/N)'s mouth dropped to the floor. Holy shit. What the hell?

" I suggest you say your goodbyes to your friends here in Gotham. "

(Y/N) stood up, quickly hugging the man. He can do this.

" Thank you. " (Y/N) whispered, letting some tears fall out.

Alfred just patted his back.

(Y/N) quickly visited Two Face and Harley. All the visits ended in tears and sobs. (Y/N) had to say goodbye to the only good father figure and a good friend.

Pamela wasn't able to say goodbye. She was far too broken to do that.

(Y/N) sighed as he dropped the bag on the floor of his apartment. It was a simple place, with necessities. He was happy to have a TV. He took a quick glance at the envelope on the dark table.

He was going to take a look at it later. Right now, he was going to enjoy his new life. He smiled for the second time in a long while.

Now he was free.

[potatoesarecheese]

batfam au where bruce gave up the batman costume when he became dick's dad, because he was mentally sane enough to realise that an actual child should not be fighting actual murders.

and the world carried on.

batman becomes a folktale, something that parents use to get their children to sleep, and something that every thug thinks about when the night just a little too quiet and things are going a little too well.

occasionally, some angsty teenager or some bitter man will make their own costume, and try to be batman. and it makes headlines, it keeps criminals in check. but these New Batmen never carry that mantle for very long.

Jason, Tim, Damian, Cass, Steph, Babs, Duke, everyone. They are never found, they are never rescued, they are never born. the villains never become villains. the joker disappears

sometimes, Alfred gets this feeling that there's someone missing, multiple someones, but he doesn't even know who. he mourns a family he's never had, and holds space for someone that he never knew.

but the world carries on

this all changes when two things happen very, very quickly.

One, some scrappy teenager flies to Ethiopia, looking for a mother he didn't even know and drops of the grid. completely unrelated to this teenager, a warehouse explodes

Two, dick starts poking around the manor, accidentally stumbling upon the remains of his father's past-- is father is Batman. was batman. and dick doesn't really know what to do with that information. so he does the only logical thing and tries to become the actual Batman.

At first, he tries to be batman without any training and immediately gets his ass handed to him. And, while he's dragging his broken body to the cave, he sees Alfred. Alfred, who patches him up and tells him that, if he's going to be batman, he needs to go back to the classics.

he needs to tell bruce.

he needs to tell bruce, or bruce is going to figure it out for himself. he isn't the worlds greatest detective for nothing, and it's better to tell him sooner rather than later.

when dick tells bruce, bruce... doesn't know what to think. he doesn't want his son -his precious son- to go out fighting the one-man war that he'd once tried to fight. but he also knows that there's probably nothing that he can do to stop dick.

the best way for Bruce to protect who he loves is to teach him how to fight. how to actually fight.

and so he does.

he trains Dick with everything that he knows. teaches him with the intensity and the drive that canon Bruce taught Tim. He will not lose his son, he will not let dick lose the one-man war. and he will not let his past as Batman be the thing that tears his family apart.

The Batman returns to the streets of Gotham. Criminal activity is at an all time low. the people who would have become villains have already moved on with their lives.

so the world carries on, bringing Batman with it.

end of part one (because this has been rotting in my drafts and I need to post this now or ill forget again)

[minnesota-fats]

Snow Bat

Ch 1

Danny, a homeless kid living on the street. Bruce, a rich kid obsessed with trying to find his parents' murderers. They both meet one rainy night at age eighteen, and from that night forward their fates are intertwined forever more.

All is as it should be.

Danny remembers the night like it had just happened—but I guess you will witness it first hand. He had situated himself on a street corner, not busy enough to have a constant set of eyes on him—but then again no one really batted an eye at a homeless kid here in Gotham. Though, Danny did not consider himself a kid anymore. Not after all he had been through, though that doesn’t matter right now. Danny was sitting on the concrete walkway, not really paying attention, just sitting in thought on what he should do next. He had gotten this far, but he still needed to figure out what to do next. He had come into town with a bag of clothes and a wallet full of money. Thought that didn't last long when in a shitty part of town, known for muggers and killers.

Danny didn't really put up much of a fight either, he was too tired to really do anything and most importantly he didn't want to use the abilities that he has. Sure, it would have made getting away easier but when did Danny ever do things the easy way? So, in the end he was down one bag of clothes and any identification and money. Though while on the run, you don't really want people to know who you are. The only purpose his ID had was just to serve as a reminder of who he was, now with it gone, Danny can really start anew. He just had to figure out what he was going to do.

Danny didn't really register the rain until he felt it stop pelting his head aggressively. He looked up and was confused to see an expensive looking umbrella positioned over his head. Danny followed the hand holding the umbrella to see a young man who was surrounded by a halo of the street lamp shining directly behind him.danny tilted his head to the side to examine the man, he had stormy gray blue eyes and slicked back black hair that started to lose shape as the rain began to wet it and his suit jacket. Danny could feel his heart skip a beat, something very noticeable when your heartbeat is as slow as his. The man looked down at him and tilted his head to mimic Danny's own head tilt.

The young man’s name is Bruce Wayne, heir to the Wayne family fortune. He had been walking around to clear his head after he had a fierce argument with his father figure Alfred. Bruce had stormed out of the vehicle and began walking away in a random direction. Bruce knew that Alfred wouldn't be too far behind, knowing how protective he was of Bruce. During his walk however Bruce had spotted what looked like a kid no older than eighteen, sure he was the same age, but Bruce hadn’t considered himself a kid for a long time despite what others around him might say. He tightened his grip on the umbrella and without much thought he walked closer to the young man. As Bruce got closer he could see the man had a busted lip and swollen downcast eyes. There were smudges of blood on his dirty hoodie and a steady stream of pink bloody water dripping from his hair. It is clear to Bruce that this young man had just been on the losing side of a fight or at least a beating.

It reminded Bruce of how he used to get into fights in primary school after- Bruce didn't want to think about that right now. Bruce walked toward the man and used his umbrella to shield the man from the rain. When the young man looked up, Bruce couldn't help but admire how bright this man's eyes were—at least the one that wasn’t swollen shut. The young man in front of Bruce had unbelievably blue eyes that almost looked purple as the light shifted when the young man tilted his head to the side in confusion, Bruce mimicked the movement.

Bruce knelt down to be at eye level with the other man, “what happened?” He asked, voice smooth and unassuming.

“Got my shit stolen,” Danny says with a shrug, his voice sounding hoarse from the disused. Danny coughed and cleared his throat, “what does it look like?”

Bruce looked him over, “you seem to have suffered several contusions that range from a not so serious looking busted lip to a concerning head wound that may or may not need stitches.”

Danny tilted his head the opposite direction, “oh,” was all he could think of saying, dumbfounded by the sudden medical analysis.

“If you would like I can take you to the hospital,” Bruce offered, “my car is just around the corner.”

Danny’s eyes widened, “no! No hospital,” he exclaimed. His back straightened up as he tried to lean forward, but the sudden movement made him feel dizzy. “I, umm…. Can't afford it….” He tries, sounding unsure.

Bruce looked harder at the young man in front of him, “money isn't an issue,” Bruce starts. But the tension in the man's form made him reconsider his approach, “But if you want I can treat you at my home,” He offered.

Danny calmed down at what the man said, “No, it's ok. I'll be fine,” he starts as he leans back down against the wall, not taking his eyes away from the man in front of him. “I don't want to impose.”

“Then do you have somewhere I can take you? I’m not leaving you here alone.” Bruce says, stubbornly.

“Really buddy, I’m good, I don’t need-” he tries but Bruce cuts him off.

“I promise you, I won't hurt you,” Bruce tried again, “If you want you can even stay the night, have a warm meal and shower. I just want to help you.”

Danny looked at this man again, really looked at him. Danny could feel that this guy really meant it, he wanted to help danny—no strings attached. Danny let out a groan before leaning forward and shaking his head in annoyance. Danny looked back up into the man's eyes, “fine,” Danny grumbles out, “only for a hot shower. But if you're a serial killer I'm gonna be real pissed off.”

The man smiled and reached out his hand for Danny to take, “don’t worry, my name is Bruce. What’s yours?”

Danny accepted Bruce's hand and groaned as he helped hoist him up, “name’s Danny,” he responds, “I think I might have a broken rib or two,” he admits, swaying a bit as he clutched his side.

“To be expected when mugged in Gotham,” Bruce said darkly. The comment made Danny snort a bit in laughter. Bruce smiled a bit as he pulled Danny closer to him so they could both share the umbrella, Bruce could see the man tensed up a bit before resting into Bruce’s side. It was like that Bruce led the injured man to the edge of the sidewalk just as a sleek black car drove up and parked in front of them. Danny seemed to tense up again at the sight of the car, looking like he was ready to bolt. Bruce made sure to keep his posture passive, hopefully to convey that they were not in any danger.

The front window rolled down to reveal the familiar face of Alfred, “I see you have made a friend, Master Bruce.” He commented as he moved to get out of the car.

“No need to get out Alfred, I got the door.” Bruce says softly and he pulls Danny along and opens the back door. He holds the umbrella up above the door to allow Danny to get in first. As Bruce guides him down to sit Danny groans again as settled in. Bruce smiled at Danny reassuringly before he closed the car door and ran to the other side to get in. Once in the car Bruce looked forward at Alfred who looked through the rear view mirror at his ward, “to home please, Alfred, I promise my friend here a warm meal and shower,” Bruce explained before looking back at Danny, “after I check his wounds,” he says directing that part to danny who just groaned in annoyance before looking out the window.

Alfred smiled softly at the display of fragile trust, proud of his ward’s stubbornness when it comes to others safety.

Hopefully, this will be good for both young men, the old butler thought as he took note of the state the new man was in.

If only he knew how significant this meeting actually was.

Only time will tell.

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[onnahu]

Batman apocalypse au

Part 1 - the beginning; Batman, Robin and Batgirl

Bruce Was 8 when the apovalypse came. His parents died in the first wave. Now I don't know if we're going with zombie, or aliens, or maybe the most scary - just earth doing earth things. Yeah. I'll go with that.

Let's say the capsule Clark came to earth in did somehow wavered the climate or ozone layer or wtv. Anyway, it triggered an apocalypse. He still got adopted by Kents, but they parented him in the world where everyone's against everyone. Although maybe the joined some group of survivars or... nvm, it's not about them.

Anyway. An earthquake kills Martha and Thomas. For now, society is still working, so after the first chaos, emergenvy services menaged to bring Bruce to Alfred. Btw Wayne Manor is in crambles. So yeah.

Catastrophies only come afterwords. Earthquakes, storms, cyclons. At some point, we lose electricyty, emergency services stop working, bc people have to care for their own families. Society collapses.

Bruce grows up with Alfred who teach him how to shoot, how to fight. (Bruce has some deep, unfounded fear/hatered for guns, tho. Maybe it's from his past life...) As people become more desperate, gangs starts to form. Who is stronger, that will live. The law of the jungle. Bruce and Alfred live in what stayed from the Wayne manor. Alfred grows vegetables in the garden, and is merciless with his rifle if someone comes too close.

When Bruce is around 14, they find out his cousin, Kate Kane, is alive. At least was alive a week before when she left gotham, looking for purpose in this dangerous world. Bruce want's to follow in her footsteps, but Alfred says no.

It's only three years later, when Alfred wakes up to find a letter and a radio Bruce fixed up. Now, 17 years old Bruce Wayne goes into the world looking for a way to help people.

Who would have know - some cult/assassin organization called the League of Assassins is still functioning in perfect condition. And it's not even because of the Lazarus Waters. They are secluded enough and skilled they can do whatever. And they have plans for the world. Not that Bruce knows about them. Not yet, at least. (Also he falls in love. And his DNA is stolen one night when he sleeps. Not that it matters. Not at all.)

After another 4/5 years, Bruce finds his way home. He's glad to see Alfred alive, even if more tired. Alfred gives him an earful, but still welcomes him with an open arms. Bruce Wayne takes on himself taking care of what was left of Gotham.

It's about 15 years sunce that fateful night, when Bruce finds himself in Gotham when he sees flying Grayson fall from the building they tried to find a safe space for night with their son. Bruce hurries up, and finds a man, later we learn his name is Tony Zucco, trying to grab a child - 9 years old Richard Grayson.

Tony Zucco menages to run away, as Bruce is more occupied with the newly orphanes child. But Richard Grason, in his head, swears a revange on him.

Not long after, Robin joins Batman in Gotham.

One night, Batman meets one Jim Gordon, who lost his wife to earthqake and his son to that apocalitic madness. Jim wants to ressurect the emergency services. People need someone to execute law and give medical help. They quickly become friends.

It turns out Jim has a sweet daughter, Barbara. Too smart for her age. At the rapid age of 13, she becomes Batgirl. (Oh by the way, did you heard about that gal running around calling herself Batwoman?)

Babs and Dick are quick friends, but when Dick is older and become more brash, tored of Gotham and Bruce, and runs away, she declines his offer to join him, deciding on staying with her father and Batman.

So when 17 years old Dick is running around finding friends who will eventually become Titans, Batman and Batgirld (and Batwoman, but she kinda does whatever she wants to do on the other end of Gotham so yk) are a sole protectors of peace. This is a year later, when while on his way out for patrol, he catches a 12 years old kid trying to steal his potatoes. Guess who that is? Jason Todd.

[laalaaliaa]

Hey!!

Can I pls rq a batfam x batsis were she gets her phone taken away so she logs onto her ao3 account on the TV when she thought nobody was home

Just some hc abt how they'd react (and maybe some Damian too, pls)

Ao3

just some hc’s about how they react

batfam x batsis!reader

proofread?: no

thanks for the request, i meant to get to the others, but i fell asleep, enjoy <3

So you got in trouble, whether it be in school, on patrol, or in general, so Bruce takes away your phone for the first time ever

At first you’re fine, you’ve suffered worse, so much so, you tell it to Bruce’s face

“I don’t need my phone, I’m doing just fine”

“Really?”

“Yup.”

Then he keeps it for the next three days, that’s when you’re really suffering

You’re moping around the house, at school, in public, practically anywhere you’re at

Until you start sucking up to Bruce like crazy, in hopes you get your phone privileges back

You’re practically sucking up to him 24/7, especially before patrol when he’s giving THAT speech

“Tim, you were sloppy last night.”

“Yeah, very sloppy.”

“Enough.”

“Alright.”

And eventually when Bruce tells you that you still can get your phone back, you’re pretty pissed, you went out of your way to agree with this man—get a load of this guy!

So now you’re here, on the couch, alone, mad and frustrated as you stare at the blank tv screen, your reflection staring right back

Nobody’s home, it’s just you, and the beautiful TV right in front of you

So you decide to do possibly one of the stupidest things you could ever do, and you grab the remote, prompting the cursor to awaken and you guide it towards the internet symbol

Bruce may have taken away your ability to practically live, but he would not take away your ability to read whatever you wanted, about whoever you wanted

You’re on the Ao3 website by the time you can properly think about what you’re doing, and you can’t help but feel giddy, glancing around to make sure nobody was around to see what you were doing

You spend minutes browsing through your bookmarked tab, until eventually you actually click on one

Now you were here, on the couch, leaning forward as much as you could to see whatever it was you were reading

Alfred

Now if Alfred were to catch you, it’d be very, very awkward

Not only would it be awkward but it’d be weird, because as much as he wants to ask, he doesn’t, instead he just stares at you, then the TV, then you

He’s behind you, you just don’t know it, so he’ll leave it like that—you never knowing he was there to witness it in the first place

Bruce

If Bruce catches you, it’s game over, not only because you’re reading whatever it is in the living room, but because you’re grounded and you know better

You’re on the couch whenever he walks in, and he assumes you’re just watching tv, but no—to his surprise you’re reading those things again

He physically shudders before he’s stood behind you in an instant, hand on your shoulder as he watches you slowly turn your head around with a smile

Let’s just say you had a long talk, a really long talk, one where you had to leave halfway through cause it got too embarrassing

And the only question on your mind is—“how does he know what Ao3 is?”

Dick

When Dick catches you, it’s not awkward or embarrassing, but rather weird because instead of making you feel weird about it, he’s smiling at you, rubbing your back as he tells you he “understands”

You’re cringing on the inside, trying your best to keep your smile up as you nod absentmindedly to every word he says

He’s a sweetheart, that’s expected

But hearing him say you’re fantasies are well justified is not expected

Safe to say you’re never gonna read Ao3 in the living room again, the confrontation was too embarrassing

Barbra

She has no words, and you don’t either

You just stare at each other, unable to comprehend the fact that you’d been caught, and that she caught you reading Ao3 on the TV

It isn’t until she tells you that she wanted to hangout that you finally snap out of whatever trance you’re in

You agree, but only if she never tells anyone about what you were doing—she agrees, quicker than you thought she would

You were both awkward while hanging out until she eventually told you to get over it, and that it’s normal

Jason

He’s bursting out into laughter immediately

Full on hunched over laughing, slapping his knee, the whole gist

You’re scowling, closing out Ao3, all while this dude is STILL laughing

You’re not embarrassed anymore that you got caught, but rather annoyed that he’s full on laughing at you

You tell him not to tell anyone and he says “no promises”

He even gives you a look, a look reminding you that he caught you on Ao3 on the family tv in the living room

It’s safe to say he won’t tell anyone, but he will always, and I mean, always remind you of what you’ve done

Stephanie

When she catches you, she’s full on gasping, not out of shock, but out of happiness

She’s hopping over the couch, sitting beside you as she asks about what you’re reading, who it’s about, and much more

You’re pretty much bonding over the fact that she caught you on Ao3, and you’re not ashamed

When you ask her not to tell anyone, she’s pretty much holding pinkies with you, and it’s safe to say the two of you have a secret that you both gladly divulge in

Tim

He’s pretty shocked, he gasps out loud, dropping whatever he has in his hands, and ultimately scares you in the process

He’s pointing at you, and the tv, and going on a full rant about how awkward it is for him to catch you reading on Ao3, he even reveals he already caught Stephanie on there, making you chuckle

You’re laughing, but he’s not, he’s just collecting his things while dramatically revealing how traumatized he is by this, groaning loudly, even pretending to slip and drop his things once more for an even more dramatic effect

But then he’ll literally forget two days later and you never have to worry about whether or not he’ll tell anyone

Cassandra

She’s silent, so silent you don’t even hear her sitting beside you until you lean back, catching a glimpse of her in your peripherals

You don’t scream, no you’re just shocked, you hope she doesn’t know what it is, and you hope she doesn’t tell anyone

But you know Cassie, she’d never reveal you like that, so you go as far as giving her the remote and explaining what it all is

She’s just sitting there listening to you, remote in hand as she does nothing, so you take it from her and ask if she’s gonna tell on you

She shakes her head “no” and you’re practically hugging the girl to death

Damian

He’s judging you 100 percent, going on and on about how Bruce would be disappointed in you and your antics

Even when you’re logged off the tv, walking towards your bedroom, he’s still going off on you

Right before dinner you promise to give him your dessert if he shuts his fat mouth, and he somewhat agrees

Once dessert comes out, you don’t even gotta look at him, you’re sliding him your plate, watching him devour it with a mischievous grin

He’s definitely gonna hold that against you for the rest of your life

[spideybatsy]

A+B | Chapter Three

Summary: GN!reader is falling in love with Bruce Wayne, even if they won't admit it. Everything takes a turn for the worse when Bruce's biggest secret comes to light.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x GN!Reader

WC: 2.1K

Warnings: attempted mugging!

Notes: Can be read as any batsy you’d like, I personally picture Bale bc I’m a slut for him <3

Masterlist

“Going on another date, are you?”

A laugh leaves my mouth as I turn to my flatmate, Stacey. “I think you’re the only person who would call it that,” I respond.

“And what would you call it?” She walks further into the room and sits on the end of my bed.

“I don’t know,” honesty is always the best policy. “Probably just dinner with a friend.”

“A friend who just so happens to be very rich, very handsome and quite the bachelor.” She hums, “how many times have you been over now?”

“Maybe half a dozen?” It’s been a few months and you try to have dinner weekly, but things come up and plans change. “I’ll have you know that Alfred joins us every now and then.”

“Yes, Alfred. The older man who has been taking care of your ‘friend’ since his birth. Some might call him a father to Bruce.” She uses air quotes as she says friend. “Not something a couple would do at all.”

I try to brush it off, as I have done every time before, but something inside me just snaps. “Don’t you think he would’ve made a move if he was interested in me?”

Stacey goes to respond but I cut her off.

“Every time he’s seen with someone, it’s a 20-something model whose skinner, prettier and much more PR than me. He’s a playboy, Stace. He’s never had trouble making a move before and therefore, the lack of ‘move’ shows that he has no interest in me.”

She stands from the end of my bed, gently taking me into her arms. “You don’t actually think that, do you?”

I struggle to keep the tears at bay. I will not cry about this. Not now, not ever. Bruce is a friend and a friend alone. He’s never made a move to indicate otherwise and it would be unfair of me to be upset about it. There are much more pressing matters than an unreciprocated crush.

“It’s fine, honestly. I’m just sick of having it thrown in my face.” My voice sounds so small, so weak.

“Okay, I’m sorry. No more Bruce talk.” Stacey rubs my back, putting me more at ease.

“Thank you.”

Our moment is cut short as someone knocks on the door. “That’ll be Alfred.” He insisted on picking me up once he found out my car was getting serviced.

“I’ll get the door,” Stacey says. “You, get all cleaned up. Can’t have him know we were talking about a boy.”

--

“Well, well, well, look at what the cat dragged in.” Bruce says as he stands by the door, ushering me inside.

“As long as we’re feline fine, it doesn’t matter.” I hold back a grin, watching as Bruce’s face lights up.

“That was terrible, truly.” We sit down on the couch, his thigh casually resting against my own. Every time I come over, he sits slightly closer to me. Whether it’s purposeful or subconscious, I don’t know. I do know that it sends my heart racing, so I take a deep breath as I look around the room, hoping it looks innocent enough.

We talk briefly about work but there’s not much to say. We only saw each other a few days ago and despite living in Gotham, we live uneventful lives. So, rather than sit in silence I turn on the TV. I’m flicking through the channels when an old cartoon catches my eye. I hesitate and then switch the channel.

“I thought you liked Looney Tunes?”

I turn to Bruce, still holding the remote. “I figured you wouldn’t be interested, it’s fairly… childish.”

The corner of his mouth turns down as he leans closer to me. I notice the mole next to his eye, I don’t know why I’d never seen it before. “I’d do anything, as long as you were with me.” Before I can fully process his words, he pulls back. “Looney Tunes isn’t childish anyway, it’s classic.”

Without turning away from him, I switch the channel back. Anything? With me? Bruce doesn’t look back down at me and instead seems invested in the show. I miss his small smile when I turn to the screen, I also miss the way his entire face softens when he looks over at me.

We manage to watch a few episodes before Alfred comes to get us. Whether it was because me or him, I’m not sure, but our legs are squished together, his hand resting on my leg. Knowing dinner is ready, I go to turn the tv off, but my finger slips and I accidentally bring up the news. There’s a robbery happening downtown, there are a few hostages being held at gunpoint. Bruce shifts on the couch, his hand subconsciously squeezing my knee. Alfred also moves closer, leaning on the back of the couch behind Bruce.

“Do you think Batman will show up?” Both their heads snap to me. Anytime the topic of Batman came up, I changed the subject. It was probably silly, but there was an incident last year where Bruce was being held hostage and the vigilante never showed up. It wasn’t publicly addressed, but a lot of people said that Batsy hated rich people, so he wouldn’t save the billionaire.

It’s Alfred that responds first, “I’m sure the police have it handled.”

“Batman has a duty to the people.” Bruce almost snaps back.

Alfred lets out an irate sigh. “Everyone needs a break. Even the great Batman.”

Bruce doesn't respond, instead, he stands up. I hadn’t realised how warm he was until he left my side.

“What do you think?” It takes me a moment to realise Alfred is addressing me.

I look over at Bruce, whose eyebrows are furrowed, his face in a tight scowl. I wonder if this is bringing up bad memories for him. Bringing up the anxiety he must've felt that day. I briefly consider lying but I know Bruce would see straight through me.

“I think he carries a great burden.” I look over at Bruce, but he’s death staring at the ground. “And I feel very sorry for him.”

At this, he looks at me. “Sorry?”

“Crime in Gotham never stops, which means he never stops. That’s got to be too much for one man to handle, no matter how good-looking he is.”

Alfred goes to speak but is immediately cut off by Bruce. “You think Batman is good-looking?”

“You don’t?” I almost laugh. “I mean, look at him. All dark and mysterious, with huge muscles and a desire to help people? How could you not be attracted to him?”

Silence falls over the room and suddenly I’m worried that I said too much. Bruce probably hates Batman; Batman seems to hate him. God, what if I’ve just ruined everything, my new little fa-

My thoughts are cut short when I see a small, cheeky smile play on Bruce’s lips. Alfred tries, and fails, to cover his laugh.

“Well, when you say it like that.” The older man says, “How could you not be?” Then he walks out of the room.

Bruce is still smiling when he comes over to the couch and takes my hand, leading me towards the dining room. I don’t miss the way he looks back at the tv, or the way his eyes narrow when he does.

--

We’re halfway through our meal when Bruce puts his utensils down. Alfred didn’t join us tonight, so it’s just the two of us. I hesitate on my own meal when he stands up and walks over to the side of my chair. Gently, he reaches over and tucks my hair behind my ear. His hands comes to rest on my cheek. His palm is so big that it covers my cheek and still lingers on the side of my neck.

“I’ve got to go, A.” The disappointment that floods my veins must show on my face because he starts stroking my cheek with his thumb.  “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone but you’re welcome to stay as long as you want. Alfred can make you anything you ask for and then he’ll drive you home.”

“Okay.” My voice is softer than I expected. “Is everything okay?”

“Apart from leaving you, everything is fine.” He leans in and for a moment, just a brief moment, I think he’s going to kiss me.

Instead, he pulls away and leaves. I try to compose myself enough to finish my meal, but my appetite has vanished.

“Is everything okay, Master Wayne?” Alfred stops short when he notices Bruce’s empty chair. His eyes shift over to me and instantly soften. “He left you here?”

“Yeah,” I rise from my seat. “I’m going to head home.”

“Give me one second to get the car.”

“It’s okay, I’d rather walk.” He hesitates for a moment but must decide it’s a good decision because he leads me to the door. “I am sorry, truly. Master Wayne doesn’t always think.”

“Thank you, Alfred.” I wrap my arms around his torso. “I’ll see you.”

Then I walk out the door and into the darkness.

--

The streets of Gotham are creepy during the day, so I’ve always avoided them at night. But now that I’m here, the fresh air helps ease the stinging behind my eyes. I’m not sure why I’m so upset. Bruce is an incredibly busy man, and I’ve never had any right to his time.

Part of me wonders if I’m actually upset because he didn’t kiss me. I feel myself cupping my cheek where his hand was, but it just doesn’t feel right. Am I just making all this up?

In the back of my mind, I hear distant footsteps behind me. I’m so wrapped up in my head that I don’t notice as they progressively get faster and closer.

Does Bruce think about me when I’m not around? He talks so sweetly but maybe he talks to everyone like that.

The only warning is the prickle at the back of my neck. Then heavy hands grab my shoulders. A scream escapes my throat as I try to run away, thrashing in his grasp. But it’s no use. The stranger effortlessly pulls me off the street and shoves me into a brick wall.

My face is gets scratched while I struggle against him but I quickly stop when I feel the metal head of a gun press into my side.

“Give me your wallet.” I can hardly hear him over my ragged breathing.

My hands fumble around my pocket for my wallet, I don’t bother telling him it's empty.

“Hurry up, bitch.” He presses the gun further into my side, “Or I’ll press the trigger.”

The tears are freely running down my face now, I’m almost hiccupping with every breath. My wallet falls to the floor, and I tense as he pulls away and leans down to reach for it.

Seconds pass.

Then a minute.

I take a deep breath and turn my head to look behind me, but no one’s there.

I’m overcome with relief and turn around to spot my wallet still on the floor. It’s wet and dirty but at least I won’t have to get new ID. There’s the crunch of broken glass near the dumpster. I can’t stop the flinch that jolts up my spine at the sound, as I cower away.

“Don’t be scared.” The voice is deep, unnaturally so.

“Please, I don’t have anything.” I whimper. “Please, I swear.”

A figure emerges from the darkness, yet the darkness doesn’t disappear. Then I realise, he is the darkness.

“You’re safe.”

My knees give out and I fall to the floor, as sobs rack through my body. I can’t see through my tears, but I hear him step closer. Then, he’s by my side. Arms wrapped around me, palm on my face and thumb stroking my cheek calmly.

I don’t know how long we sit there but it’s drizzling by the time I relax. Now that my eyes are cleared, I rake them over the strange man. He’s covered in head-to-toe black, but don’t look any higher than his chest and the bat symbol plastered there. I’m too scared to look into his eyes.

He helps me stand up, his arm still wrapped around my waist. He moves around for a moment and then drapes his cape across my shoulders. I hadn’t realised how cold I was. We stand in the street for what feels like minutes but is probably seconds. Then, I drag my gaze up his chest and to his eyes, which are staring back at me.

They’re stunning.

Yet, there’s something so familiar about him that I just can’t place my finger on.

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

I nod and he slowly starts walking me out of the street. Then I see it. The mole next to his eye. I say it before I even think. Just one small word, yet the damage is incomprehensible.

“Bruce?”

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

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

Chapters: 6/?

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, Unsafe for Work

Chapter Six: Lyon

“Brucie, wait with Alfred for a moment. I want to talk to Isaiah about setting up your next appointment,” Thomas whispered. Bruce hesitated, and Thomas smiled at him. “I won’t be long. I got a table for the four of us tonight at Pasquini’s. I can’t get enough of that pesto stuff.” Bruce smiled as he let Thomas go. 

Thomas took a deep breath once they entered the French doors and walked down the hall to Isaiah’s larger office. “Is everything okay? Is Bruce okay?” Thomas asked. 

“I want to start out by saying, Bruce is highly intelligent. He’s observant… Strategic, but not manipulative which is surprising for a child his age—.” 

“What do you mean?” Thomas interrupted.

“Bruce uses strategy to figure out whether or not people are trustworthy before opening up. He doesn’t try to manipulate a situation to get a desired outcome… He uses strategy as a means to assess threats. He was tense the entire time, never really relaxing… But given the trauma of the shooting, I can understand that. He’s in constant fight-or-flight mode… 

“But I picked up on other things. Bruce’s laser focus on the game as we played it… No matter how serious our subjects of conversation, he never forgot about the game. He insisted on playing it all the way through to the end… And about Alfred… He’s an important fixture in your family… Am I correct in that assumption?” Isaiah asked. 

Thomas nodded. “Alfred’s family. He’s been with me most of my adult life, and Bruce has known him his entire life,” Thomas replied.

“That’s good… It seems like Bruce is very emotionally attached to him. And I’ll tell you right now, Gotham Academy has nothing to worry about with Bruce. He’s not malicious… He’s got a strong sense of right and wrong, and he feels that although his actions were justified, he laments over being driven to violence,” Isaiah replied, “I think he’ll need long-term care to address the events of the shooting, but I think he finds a lot of comfort in his home life. He kept driving home that he felt safest when he was with you, Martha, and Alfred… How are you adjusting by the way?”

“Um… I’m doing a lot better. I was struggling with having to depend on Alfred and Martha to help me with things that I was so used to doing on my own… But now, I’m much more independent… I just—. It isn’t walking that I miss as much as the other things,” Thomas whispered. 

“Sex?” Isaiah asked. Thomas blew out a breath. 

“Yeah… I mean, we’re older and we were starting to slow down a little, but—. But we still liked to do—. We liked to set time aside to be intimate and warm toward each other, but I’m so worried that we’ll try something and it won’t… arouse me,” Thomas whispered, “And I hate that I can’t show that interest and love like I used to.”

Isaiah frowned and nodded. “You know, I’ll tell you something man-to-man. My wife and I struggled at first. I was ignorant of what it would be like to be with her. We had to adjust to each other… But it doesn’t have to be homework. It’s fun figuring out how to make up for the differences in a person’s body. 

“For Maya and me, that meant incorporating mirrors and signs in our sex lives. For you, that might mean trying to find other ways to get stimulated sexually. Have a sense of humor about it. If something isn’t working, be patient with yourself. Maya used to tease me about mixing up signs or getting flustered at seeing my reflection. 

“I’d say to try a little something this week if you can. Just ask Martha to do something different… Or switch roles. See how that works,” Isaiah replied. 

Thomas’ cheeks went rosy as he let things sink in. “Thank you,” Thomas whispered. Isaiah nodded.

“I’ll contact the school, and they’ll probably let him return on Monday or Tuesday to make sure he’s had enough time to move on from what happened,” Isaiah reassured him as he changed subjects. Thomas smiled back and nodded. 

**

That night after Bruce fell asleep, Thomas took Isaiah up on his advice. He entered the bedroom in his robe and took a deep breath. “We don’t have to tonight if you don’t—.” 

“Of course, I want to, but you mustn’t speak so loudly. What if Master Bruce should hear you?” Alfred whispered. 

Thomas offered a sheepish smile as Alfred leaned forward and kissed him. Their lips found each other, gently touching as they parted, and Alfred pulled away for a moment. “Martha?” Alfred asked. 

“She said she’d sleep in Bruce’s room tonight to look after him. I think she’s too tired tonight anyway,” Thomas frowned, “I understand if you don’t think it’s a good idea… I just—. I’m tired of being afraid that I’m not enough.” 

“You’ve always been enough, Thomas,” Alfred smiled as he stole another kiss from Thomas. 

“Have you and Martha—? I just—. I feel guilty because I haven’t really been able to, so I—.” 

“A few times… Not often,” Alfred answered, “Would you like to hear about it?” 

Thomas smiled and shook his head as he transferred from his chair to Alfred’s bed. Alfred climbed into bed beside him. He used to ask about every little detail when Alfred and Martha were together out of a macho sense of competition, but he’d matured in the past few years. “I’d like to talk about Lyon in nineteen-seventy-one. Do you remember?” Thomas asked as Alfred untied Thomas’ robe, exposing his nakedness under the dim lights. Alfred kissed his neck and chest, rubbing Thomas’ freshly shaved chest. 

“It was a lovely day. Sunny, but not too hot. I recall you feigning drunkenness after one glass of wine, so I could escort you back to your room. I was halfway through unbuttoning your shirt before I noticed,” Alfred trailed off as he kissed his chest. Thomas reached for Alfred’s cheek, only for Alfred to pin his hands above his head. “You were insatiable, Master Thomas.” 

Thomas closed his eyes, listening to the gentle smack of Alfred’s lips against his bare chest between graphically erotic descriptions of what his body looked like in the hotel during daylight hours. “The beads of sweat forming on your suntanned thighs… How could I forget the way you begged me to expose your nakedness as I have now?” Alfred whispered. “Would you like me to remind you what you sounded like?” 

“Mm… Mhm,” Thomas nodded. 

“ Alfred… You can have me if you—. ” 

Thomas chuckled. “I did not sound like that,” Thomas replied. 

“Your hand guiding mine to your shorts. So desperate… Engorged and throbbing. Your face was a portrait of agony and lust… How long had you desired me in silence? In secret? How long—?” 

“Alfred,” Thomas panted with his eyes shut, “Alfred, I’m ready.” 

Alfred let go of Thomas’ hand and looked down at his hardon. Thomas reached for it, trying to control the throbbing, and drooling of his cock. “Master Thomas,” Alfred whispered as he touched himself through his pajama pants. Thomas groaned as he listened to Alfred moaning quietly, his voice sounding much softer than he was used to. “You haven’t answered my question. How long?” 

“Alfred, I’ve wanted you every day since we met… I would’ve cum even if you hadn’t touched me that day… Oh, Alfred,” Thomas moaned as Alfred fingered him. “Alfred, don’t stop. Please don’t stop talking.” 

“The way it felt when you were inside of me, Master Thomas. The way you moaned my name that day. How you trembled as you came inside of me,” Alfred whispered. 

“Alfred, hurry,” Thomas whispered. Alfred nodded as he pulled his pajama pants down to his knees as he slid into Thomas. Thomas gasped. 

“Are you about to cum?” Alfred questioned as he sped up his thrusts. “How does it feel, Thomas?”

“Alfred, please… I love you. I’m sorry, but I’m about to—. I wanted to—.”

“Thomas, do shut up and cum for me, darling,” Alfred grunted as he kissed Thomas’ neck. Thomas shuddered underneath him as he came. Alfred stroked Thomas until Thomas grabbed his wrist. Alfred offered a satisfied smile as he kissed Thomas’ cheek and rolled over to finish himself off. 

“Alfred… Alfred?” Thomas whispered as he wiped himself off. Alfred turned his head to face Thomas. “I love you.” 

“And I love you, Thomas… Would you like me to hold you tonight?” Alfred questioned. Thomas nodded as he stared at the ceiling. “Are you alright?” 

“I don’t know why I’m still so nervous… Alfred, I’m—.” 

Alfred wiped off and rolled onto his side. “I love to look at you from that angle… You make a face… It’s quite beautiful,” Alfred replied as he tried to mimic Thomas’ expression. Thomas laughed as Alfred pulled his pants up and climbed out of bed over him. “You worry too much, my love. I’ll fetch your pants from my drawer. It’s far too cold to sleep nude in the house at this hour.”

[disillusioneddanny]

Eloped in Space Part 6

Read part 5 here 

The days after Danny had moved into the manor had been strange to say the least. Dick couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that the man who had become like a father to him had turned into some love drunk dork. 

They were still slightly in their puppy love stage but Danny had managed to keep Bruce’s hands off of him long enough for Danny to decide that he was going to bond with each one of Bruce’s kids. He had apparently decided that the first one to do this was with Dick. Danny and Bruce had been back on Earth for about a month now as Danny settled into living in the manor and getting used to how everything ran. According to Damian, Duke, and Tim it was an interesting adjustment but they all seemed to enjoy having the man there.

“So,” Danny said, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them. They were currently at some random diner in Bludhaven, Danny insisting that he could come to Dick to see him. Something about making a point to make an effort in this familial relationship. He rested his elbows on the table and stared at Dick with those blue eyes that looked as though they had seen their fair share of trauma in the world and refused to let it get him down. “Tell me about your relationship with Bruce. Is he good to you? He’s not shitty or anything? You get plenty of love and affection from him?”

“Uh…no?” Dick said slowly, furrowing his brows. “Bruce is the most emotionally constipated person I know. I think you’re the only person I’ve ever seen him act like that with anyone before.”

Danny made a face and nodded. “I see. Well, just so you know, Bruce will be starting therapy next week. He will be going three times a week until his therapist decides he can go less. He’s also going to be starting some medicine to help with his depression,” Danny said with a small smile, tiredness shone in his eyes. 

“H-how did you get him to agree to that?” Dick asked, eyes wide in shock. Bruce? In therapy? What the actual fuck? What had Danny done to the man?

The Ghost King simply shrugged his shoulders. “My sister was a psychiatrist and took mental health very seriously. I myself see a therapist twice a month. It’s nice to have someone to talk to about all of the craziness that can happen in the world and in our existences. I told Bruce that if he wanted this relationship between the two of us to work he would need to be in some form of therapy. Then last week he met my sister and Jazz basically made him agree to meeting with her three times a week.”

“Wait, your sister? I thought you were like some immortal being, I didn’t realize you had a living family?” Dick asked, looking at the man who had declared himself his stepfather in confusion.

Danny grinned. “Yeah, Jazz died like two hundred years ago or something like that. She’s a ghost in my realm. Our parents both moved on, as did my friends that I grew up with. But Jazz decided that she had to be a pain in my life for eternity. Like I said, when she was alive she was a psychiatrist. And she’s insisting that she works with Bruce to make sure she’s okay.”

“Isn’t it like a breach of trust or something since she’s your sister?” Dick questioned, taking a sip of his soda. 

At this his stepfather’s face fell in annoyance. “Trust me, Jazz is a pain in the ass. She would never break Bruce’s trust and if anything she’ll just tell him anything he wants to know about my childhood or something. But, he’s going to be getting therapy and Jazz is going to start working on that emotional constipation ASAP.”

Dick smiled at the man. “Danny, you’re an amazing step dad. I can’t believe you got Bruce into therapy. Alfred has been trying to convince him since the guy was eight and nothing worked.”

Danny gave him a rueful smile and took a bite of his burger. “I love Bruce a lot, Dick. I’m going to make sure he’s taken care of, whether he likes it or not. I have been around for a very long time, Bruce is the first person I’ve ever loved like this. And because of that, I’m going to make sure he’s okay and isn’t hurting. Under that emotional constipation is a man who loves his family more than anything in this world. The entire time we were on that mission together, all he could talk about was how proud of you guys he was and how much he loved you all. It was very sweet.”

“How’d you do it? How’d you get past it?” Dick asked, looking at the man like he was his own personal hero. At this point he pretty much was. 

Danny just gave him a secretive smile, eyes shining. “I have my ways to get under people’s skin. I can also read people pretty well and knew just which buttons to push. It also didn’t help that from the moment I met Bruce he just looked at me like he either wanted to fuck me or whisk me away to protect me forever. He also had this look like he wanted to learn all of my secrets which was pretty fun. But we just got to know each other on that mission and the more I opened up about my life and after life the more he was willing to do the same.”

Dick took a bite of his own burger and smiled as he mulled over it. If Danny was able to successfully get Bruce in therapy to work on his problems and get the man to open up more, Dick would probably lose his ever loving mind. He couldn’t believe the changes he was seeing in Bruce but he was excited to see how it would go. 

“I think you’re going to be really good for him, Danny,” Dick said with a small smile. 

Danny beamed at him. “I think he’s going to be really good for me too,” he said quietly.

Read part seven here

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An Interview with the Resurrected Jason Todd

do i hate this? who’s to say really. but i was thinking about how dc would go about bruce making jason be legally alive again, and I got the idea of a tell-all interview with Jason and. here we are.

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Interview with the Resurrected Jason Todd

By Donna Gallagher

The Wayne Manor driveway is long as the gate opens for me. I’ve seen Wayne Manor in photos before, as everyone has, but its size in person is almost intimidating. Four stories tall, a massive building of beige brick. 

A butler opens the door. Alfred Pennyworth, the man who has been serving the Wayne family for as long as anyone can remember. He’s taller than I’d pictured him. 

“Right in here, Ms. Gallagher,” he says.

Bruce Wayne is standing behind him

He almost looks nervous. He’s standing stiffly, and although he meets my eyes, there’s a desperation in them. It’s strange to see the billionaire playboy look so serious. We’re all used to him tripping over staircases, running into dark corners with supermodels at galas, and pretending to be Batman on Jimmy Fallon.

“Ms. Gallagher,” he says, “Thank you for coming.”

“You have a lovely home,” I say, and I mean it. The foyer alone is beautiful. Arching ceilings with paintings on each other side. One of the paintings catches my eye. I think it’s a Rembrandt.

“Thank you,” Bruce smiles, but I don’t think it’s a real one. “Right this way.”

I follow him down the hall. Bruce is telling me why he chose me to do this interview. He says it’s because I’ve always stuck to the facts and never released any sensitive information on that family he knows I’ve gotten ahold of. I shrug and explain that I don’t think anybody’s personal life should be public news. He smiles again, and this time I think it might be genuine.

“He’s in there.” Bruce opens a door for me, and I see him.

His face is the first thing I notice. He’s handsome, sure, just like all the Waynes are. Chiseled jawline, black hair, bright blue eyes. But his beauty isn’t what catches my attention; it’s the jagged scar that stretches from the bridge of his nose to the corner of his mouth, making him like he’s smirking. 

He’s laying stretched out on the couch in a leather jacket and a Wonder Woman tee underneath. “Ms. Gallagher!” Jason Todd says cheerfully.

Jason Todd. The second son of billionaire Bruce Wayne. He’s stolen the title of most interesting Wayne from his brother Damian- Bruce’s only biological child -in recent years.

According to a press conference held in 2012, Bruce Wayne found a 13-year-old Jason while the latter was trying to steal the tires off of Bruce’s Mercedes. Despite the attempted robbery, Bruce decided to adopt the homeless child instead of pressing charges.

Jason was rarely seen in public. Whenever he was seen at Wayne events, he always looked uncomfortable, and out of place. Tabloids called him “a snobby rich kid” or “an ungrateful child” for avoiding the press, but I think that is unfair. A child living on the streets suddenly becomes the son of arguably one of the most famous people in America? I wouldn’t be very comfortable, either.

Three years later, in 2015, Wayne Enterprises made a statement that Jason Todd had died. He’d been traveling in Ethiopia with Bruce, whenever he was kidnapped and held for ransom. Bruce tried to wire the money to the men responsible, but due to international bank laws, the money did not arrive in time before the warehouse where Jason was being held at caught fire due to faulty wiring. The boy was said to have died of smoke inhalation.

Over time, Jason Todd’s murder left the public eye, with only a few articles being published each year at the anniversary. The name Jason Todd was rarely mentioned.

Until 2022, when Bruce Wayne announced that Jason was alive. The body found was the body of another teenage child that was similar enough to Jason’s build that, with the severe burn damage, was believed to be Jason himself. In actuality, however, Jason had been trafficked. He was kept for years before the Justice League busted one of the trafficker’s safe houses and found him alive in 2021.

Bruce refused to let the media anywhere near Jason. No pictures of him have been leaked online, and Jason has never made any type of statement to the public.

Until now. Bruce Wayne emailed my office and requested that I interview the Wayne son, saying that Jason was ready to speak out about his ordeal after two years of intensive therapy, on the condition that no photographs were taken and Jason was allowed to read the article before publication. 

“Please, have a seat!” Jason gestures to the couch adjacent to the one he’s sitting on. He seems relaxed, and doesn’t appear to be nervous at all. I sit down.  

“Mr. Todd-” I begin, but he cuts me off, asks me to call him by his first name. “Jason-” I begin again, “-It’s lovely to meet you.”

“You too!” he says. “Hey, did you watch the coverage of the Met Gala a couple months ago? Where Bruce busted his ass in front of Kim Kardashian? That was the funniest shit I’ve ever seen!” 

I laugh. “Yeah, I did see that. It must be interesting having him as a father, does he fall often?”

“Oh yeah, all the time. He’s really bad at like, being a person, honestly. He’s banned from the kitchen after he set the fire alarm off trying to use the toaster.”

He launches into the full story. Apparently, Bruce Wayne isn’t the one who runs the Manor; it’s Alfred Pennyworth. “Which is why I think it’s so fucking funny how so many people think he’s Batman. Bruce? Batman? One time he tripped over Damian’s cat and he started crying because he stubbed his toe.” 

“What’s it like, returning home to have so many siblings?” I ask. I jump right into his return, as I was notified that asking about his time being trafficked was strictly off-limits. Jason snorts.

“Annoying as fuck. Dick was an asshole when I was still here, and suddenly he’s this ray of fucking sunshine who keeps trying to get me to talk about my feelings. Damian’s a little demon spawn, threatens to stab me everytime I do something he doesn’t like.” He pauses. “Duke and Cass are cool, though. Tim is okay too, once you get past the whole falling-asleep-at-dinner- thing. He doesn’t ever sleep you know. He’s stupid.”

“Wait, Damian threatens to stab you?” I’m surprised. Everybody knows the youngest Wayne is a bit… snippy. Everybody’s seen the footage of him berating Vicky Vale for pronouncing a word wrong. 

“Yeah!” Jason throws his hand in the air. “And I’m like, dude, I’ve been stabbed before. Several times! And when I say that he’s like-” He speaks in a high-pitched tone “-Silence, Todd! We’ve all been kidnapped before.’ He’s a little piece of shit.” 

I ask him if he was alright about talking about his experience, as he brought it up. He says it’s fine because Bruce doesn’t know shit about what I want to talk about. He tells me I can ask as many ‘intrusive’ questions as I please, saying he’s tired of everyone treating him Like I’m some fragile piece of shit that will fall apart at any moment. I tell him he can stop me at any time, and then I say, “How did it feel whenever you were first taken?”

Jason takes a drink of his water that smells like vodka. “Scared as shit. Tried to fight ‘em, but then they smacked me in the head with a crowbar like I was some dog that pissed on the floor. I got up after that, though. Took em a while to break me.”

“When did you start to..” I trail off, trying to decide on the word before I decide to use his own language. “...break?”

“Probably like, two months in.” he replies. He still doesn’t seem to be nervous or uncomfortable. His therapy must be really helpful. “Whenever they showed me a news clip of Bruce back in Gotham. Made me think he just gave up and left. I wasn’t told that he thought I died, I just thought he stopped caring.” 

“That must’ve been hard,” I say empathetically, “Feeling abandoned.”

Jason shrugs. “Yeah, it was.” His voice starts to sound strained, so I jump ahead. 

“So, you were rescued by the Justice League. How did that go down?” He brightens up again.

“Oh, it was fucking awesome.” He says excitedly. “Like, seeing Wonder Woman!? In person!? Made all the torture and shit worth it, honestly. I’d go through it all again to see fucking Wonder Woman beat up those fuckers in front of me again.”

I chuckle and ask if he’s a Wonder Woman fan. He scoffs, and tells me that of course, he is because She’s so much better than that furry Batman. “Plus, ya know,” He sits up. “She’s a woman. I love seeing badass women. And honestly, watching those misogynistic fuckers get destroyed by a woman was hilarious.” 

“How did it feel? To see Bruce again after all those years?” I ask. His smile goes away.

“I mean, not great. I thought he abandoned me, you know? And then seeing that he’d adopted more kids after me? I felt replaced. Didn’t understand how he felt for years.” He laughs. “Alfred and Dick were the ones that got through to me, actually. Told me all this shit about what he’d been through and about how he gave millions of dollars to the FBI, CIA, the UN, and even Batman to hunt down the people that took me.”

“Were they ever caught? The ones that physically took you?” I ask. The public had never been told, mainly because their names were never released. We know that the actual trafficking ring was shut down, but not what happened to the people who were responsible for Jason being taken in the first place.

Jason doesn’t answer for a long moment. There’s rage in his eyes, and his grip on his glass tightens. I’m about to apologize and change the subject, but then he growls out “No. He- they weren’t. Nothing happened to them.”

I apologize if I asked too personal of a question, but he stops me. In the same light tone he’d used in the beginning of the interview, he says “Don’t worry about it, questions aren’t near as bad as, you know, being tortured and all that.”

Not the first time, I notice how much therapy had clearly been helping him if he was able to speak of his ordeal in such a light tone. He starts to laugh but covers it with a cough. “Oh- right - therapy-” he snorts out. “Yeah, therapy is the best! Love therapy. Love being in therapy.”

I ask what he’s been doing ever since being back.

“Mainly hanging out with friends,” he replies. “My friends Roy and two others. They’re cool. We go on, uh, vacations a lot. I also get nagged by Dick all the fucking time.” He rolls his eyes. “You can’t be around Dick Grayson without being nagged about something. I also like to read. I’m in the middle of The Idiot by Dostoevsky. Really good! I recommend it.”

“You like classics?”

“Oh yeah.” He grins. “They’re the best. Damian and Duke make fun of me for it, but like, they’re just jealous I can read. They look at pages and are like oooh what the fuck are these squiggly lines.” He pauses again. “Oh yeah, fun fact! Damian can’t read.”

I flinch as we hear a scream from the further in the house, something that sounds like “I can read, Todd, and if you say that again I will cut out your tongue.” Jason ignores it.

“But what I really wanted to talk to you is this project Bruce and I are working on.” He leans forward on his knees. “We’re working on creating an organization for street kids like me to help prevent trafficking. I got trafficked by dumb fucking luck, but most of the people who get trafficked are people living in poverty. Not having access to money to get your basic needs met can result in doing some shady shit to get money, which can make you vulnerable to predators. Like, a common thing for people to do is to resort to prostitution, which can get them trafficked internationally or right here in Gotham. Or they get this offer for a job that will get them money, but it’s just a scheme to get them kidnapped. Plus, poor kids disappearing are less likely to be investigated by GCPD, which makes them another target.”

“I see,” I say with a smile. That was really admirable. “So what are you two planning to do?”

“So, for starters,” he says. “We’re going to poor money into Gotham’s poorest communities. Bruce already does that, but Gotham is so corrupt that the organizations don’t use the money for housing or education or stuff like that, they keep it for themselves. We’re going to make it mandatory that they have to send it documentation that shows that they’re using the money for what it’s supposed to do.”

He explains the plan further. In addition to funding, they’re going to create a Wayne-funded after-school program for children to go to after school until their parents get off work to prevent them from getting into any trouble. There will also be an increase in homeless youth shelters that are overseen by Bruce and Jason themselves to help prevent any abuse from occurring. There will also be free job training and a free wardrobe, all funded by Wayne Enterprises. He adds that not only is this about human trafficking, but the goal is to help children in poverty in general. Jason says that he will be volunteering at all of these places. 

“We’re also working with the Mayor to get homelessness decriminalized,” Jason adds. “Besides the fact that it’s a fucking stupid law- like it’s somehow their fault for not finding a home - it’ll decrease the chances of people moving in with dangerous people just to avoid prosecution for, ya know, trying to survive.”

“That’s amazing,” I say, and I mean it. “Do you have any idea what you’ll call this?”

“Yeah,” Jason says with a smile. “It’s going to be called The Catherine Project.”

We have some small talk after that, and then I leave. He walks me to the door, telling me more stories about his siblings, such as how Tim refuses to take his antibiotics despite his lack of a spleen. He shakes my hand as I leave.

People have been wondering for the past what Jason Todd is like. They assume that he’s a traumatized boy. A boy who can’t leave the house, a boy who has nightmares. They assume he’s angry, a screaming mess, a shell of who he used to be. But I can tell you with certainty who Jason Todd truly is.

Jason Todd is a man who has been through some of the worst things a human can imagine, but he decides to help people. The Catherine Project will help hundreds of children.  Jason Todd is a man who saw the cruelty of the world, but chose to be kind.

[goddess-of-graphite]

The Great Notes App Exodus: Half-Dead and Still Kicking

The thing is, Jason’s been a ghost for a while, okay? Six whole months, and it’s been a goddamn adjustment, being capable of floating through walls and falling through furniture if he’s not careful, if he’s not concentrating. He goes unseen and unheard in a manor too full of grieving to only be residence of two people - Alfred keeps his room tidy and untouched, as if it’s a shrine to keep care of, and Bruce is…

Jason is, was, Robin, so he can’t quite help himself from following in Batman’s shadow as the man patrols, more vicious, more brutal than Jason has ever seen him. He takes more risks, gets injured more often - and it’s terrifying, the way Batman grieves, as if trying to follow him into the grave. So Jason follows, unbeating heart in his throat, and only relaxes again when Bruce is safe in the manor, sleeping off whatever injuries he got during the night.

He can’t interact with the world, but he can watch the shades of past residents going about their lives, and he learns things from doing this even as he fears becoming them one day, mindlessly replaying a life long passed. He can snoop and explore without worry for being caught, and if he ever gets bored he can practice flying (so much harder than it seems - he’s careful never to go too high, too worried that he won’t be able to come back down again, even with the ceaseless curiosity in the back of his mind wondering - just how far can I go? Beyond the sky? Could he touch the stars, if he wanted?) and when everything is terrible, when the memories of his death, his last few hours of life, haunt him, when he is drowning in his own head, he finds distractions; the way the air currents sometimes seem to react to him, trying to move things like ghosts do in those terrible movies, chattering to whoever is around and pretending they can hear him, finding mysteries to solve (what’s up with that camera kid, anyway? He’d never noticed him before…) and trying to read books in the library through sheer force of will, usually ending up just reciting the parts he knows.

(Two months and a bit in to this whole “ghost” thing, he finds out the deal with the camera kid. Jason can only be relieved because, kid’s got a point - and Bruce seems to do better with someone to protect, to teach, to watch over.

He’s not practically tearing people apart with his bare hands anymore. He’s not taking hits he should have been able to avoid anymore. He’s not lurking at the edge of rooftops anymore, staring at the ground as if contemplating how far away it is.)

And Tim… he’s weird, but brilliant, and Jason feels a little protective of him. Follows him whenever he goes out, sharp eyes watching his back regardless of whether he can protect it or not (and maybe it’s his imagination, but the world seems more real when he’s watching over Tim, closer and present in a way he can almost feel, as if he could actually affect the world, if he just tried hard enough - if he just needed to desperately enough).

And then, six months after his-… after this ghost thing started, something… changes.

Something Happens, and he can almost taste the strange Knowing - something, somewhere, has gone wrong, or perhaps right, and the ripples extend beyond the event, slipping into each corner of the universe with the subtlety of a truck, and yet somehow unnoticed.

The ghosts notice. Pale shades lift their heads, existing outside of their own memories for the first time in an age - and Jason, who is new, who is Robin, who lived in Gotham where all things become possible, is hit by the wave of Something Happening Elsewhere Rippling Out and wakes up in a box.

In a coffin.

(But Jason has been a ghost for six months, and the pain of living again is enough to reach for the existence of being a ghost, and by the time he has sorted himself out and half-clawed, half-floated his way out of his grave (again), he doesn’t expect himself to be anything but what he has been for the past six months.)

(And then, of course, he discovers he can interact with the world if he concentrates, if he wants it enough, and he assumes that Whatever That Was made him a stronger ghost.

It’s not an unfair assessment. Incorrect, but not beyond reason.

Why would he think he came back to life, anyway? That’s a bit far-fetched, really.)

[trust-and-jump]

Problems with Reverse Robins Tim Drake again (he's evilllll) (not really)

I KNOW I SAID I WILL POST ABOUT RED HOOD ARC WITH TIM BUT I JUST CAME UP WITH SOMETHING MORE INTERESTING TO ME. /I don't even like Tim and still, I don't know why i post and write about him more than about Damian who's more interesting to me, or about Jason, who is my favourite, but NEVERMIND/

This is going to be bad. Tim is not good. He's not truly bad either but.. Nah.

Bad English and typos, by the way! But here's this dumb post- - - - - - - -

Okay but even after returning to the family my Tim still has very few limits. He admits to himself that he loves and needs his family and he welcomed Dick and tries to fix things with Jason (and, well, he did some pretty bad things in cold blood with Jason, but he did regret it after everything), and he follows Bruce's rules, trying to redeem himself, but.

But.

Just when things are starting to get brighter than ever - Gotham finally gets actually better and safer, Bruce becomes a human being, Alfred is no more a soldier in a war, Cass almost completely stops being a vigilante and tries to build a new life, Jason decides he should get a new identity since Shrike's darkness is no longer needed in their city and to their Batman, Damian is calmer and more relaxed than ever— Jason dies. Not gonna explain how because it's a long story and it's different from canon (bc Jay is more confident with his place in the family and Bruce is more emotionally open and he has a brother Damian who cares about him a lot and actually spends time with him) but it's still a Joker mess and he still gets beaten with our favourite crowbar and blown up and dies.

And, ah, don't get me wrong, they are all shaken by it (Bruce is Bruce, all his emotional progress being ruined, Cass is cold and uncaring and angry and feels she should fill the gap and be vigilante again even though she doesn't want to, Damian, after some time, stops talking, Alfred is distracted, distant, Dick's 'confidence in tomorrow' is under threat, he just started building relationship with others), but Tim? Tim's a desperate young man, and he clings to his family and he, not unlike the others, didn't have a lot of experience with family. And he's, ah, he still didn't learn. Dami, Cass, Jason - they didn't have much of a child hood, but Bruce gave him a little of it, just a bit, just enough to find out how to love and how to express it. But when Drake got to Bruce he still had parents and kept emotional distance because, well, Bruce was a mentor, a close teacher, a worried adult, yes, and "it's good to be with him", yes, but Tim had living parents, so no, no, no. And it's not like Damian was nice to him once he found out that Tim stole Shrike and Bruce let him do it. Then the incident with his parents happened and then, at the end, he died the same day his father died, at the hand of the same murderer.

Again, Tim's childhood before joining Batman was more or less ordinary. Yes, his parents loved him but, sadly, starting from a certain age, weren't around much. And despite having babysitters and going to school, it's just... well, you know the opinion that almost all kids by default are sadistic psychopaths a little, and what makes some of them so insufferable is that they didn't learn better yet? Well. I, for example, was a little psycho because I remember really fcking well how I couldn't comprehend very 'simple' things such as love and genuinly caring about someone closer to me, and why putting myself in danger can upset the others (because I didn't feel it). And you know what, maybe it was because my parents were working hard and i almost never saw them back then. i wasn't lonely or something, I had A LOT of people around me. I, like, knew i wouldn't really care if anyone of them died. I know, it's horrible, I'm not like that anymore, it was late but I somehow learned how to love, i worked hard on it, i woke up when I was 16 or so and it was so, so exciting to realize that I'm not mimicking feelings anymore, and that I now know from an experience what others are feeling. And i was learning and it was very interesting to actually know what are the emotional problems in my family and i started to fix them using my old knowledge and my new experience and it actually sometimes worked. Just. Wow. I felt like I'm the puppeteer! I was burnt by this few times but mostly it was all great. Sometimes I still feel it, when I'm not busy deciding if i should kill myself or shouldn't.

So, Tim is a fictional character, and he's, like, a genius, so it wouldn't be the same, but.... But.

I'm obsessed with Tim "failing successfully".

You know that thing when a grieving family often has that one person in it who's more ready than others to keep everyone going? Look. It's supposed to be Cass here, but she's 16 and still not good with words and she feels too helpless. So she does that, but... Ah, just, look.

So, like I said, Tim got attached to Jason, of course (especially because of guilt), but when he died, after the initial shock dissapeared, Tim was much more worried about others. Jason was dead, but others weren't. And their job is dangerous enough to kill them if they are not at their best.

So. Are you ready? Because it's going to be a shitshow. Not as bad as it could be, but definitely a Tim Plan™️. Not much of a plan but something like that.

How WRONG is it to use your youngest recently adopted brother to emotionally replace your deceased brother in order to keep your grieving family from imaginary collapse (because you are a sucker with the IQ of a genius but you are not able to treat the family object humanely), literally instructing this little brother about how he should behave in order to, quote, "save" the others, and trying to make him a new Robin (not a Shrike because nooo, it wouldn't work with others) in order to fill the hole left from the one who died?

you know what Dick should say to Bruce, you know when Dick should try to cheer up Cass, you know when Dick should be vulnerable with Damian, you know how Dick should spend time with Alfred, and you teach that Dick, because you're smart enough, and you understand now, and it terrifies you how everything seems to fall apart, how every member of your family is acting different and how something worse is bound to happen.

Oh, yes, about the question of who "you" are: you're a person who died once as a civilian and, after resurrection, got rid of the remnants of your flimsy morality with help of Ra's al Ghul; you are a person who worked for the League of Assassins for a couple of years by your own choice, and then, upon returning to the family and realizing that Ra's left you a 'gift' in your body, agreed to follow the Bruce's rules and redeem yourself for some of shit that you did to this family both when you were sane and when you gave in to Pit madness. And when everything just started to look good, and you even realized that you love this imperfect family, the bro you once tortured (while you were "on the bad" side) and regretted about it later, died, and now you see how bad everything is and decide with your stupid smart head that, in order to reduce suicidal tendencies of the head of the family, to return to the older brother something he could focuse to protect and care about, as well as to make your sister Cass once again be kind and gentle and caring/not angry to everyone, you need a plan for the emotional replacement of this deceased brother, who, it seems to you, was a glue, and your youngest sibling — (you should first get him out of Kent family where he was sent to spend a little time while the bats deal with shithole Gotham became again after Shrike's death and Joker's latest joke) — is the ideal option, being naive and selfless enough to do whatever you say, because it "helps our family to keep their sanity, see? Damian can talk again, Cassandra is at home more often, and Bruce finally started to come to his senses! Be patient, everything will be fine, you're doing great, it's almost done."

You're Tim Drake.

And... Two things.

This scheme worked, it helped.

Tim doesn't understand few things: you shouldn't try to 'save' family from grief. The family wouldn't fall apart without you trying to do it. Things would get better after some time. Tim is DUMB. DUMB. And Dickie doesn't exactly suffer but. It's just a lot. It's a very hard thing to do even when you are an adult. And when you're a child? Well. It's exhausting and it feels wrong to always behave around others exactly as you told to behave. And when it's suggested like a mission, and when Tim played it as the first step to be a bat like EVERYONE ELSE in this family, so you can finally help instead of just watching how everyone gets hurt in their nightlife. It's just. Wrong. Even though he's supporting Dick all the ways he can and spends a lot of time with him. It's still terribly wrong.

Guys, Tim is dumb here, sorry. He is clever. But he is dumb. I mean. He used himself like that in canon, but here he is a young adult (20-22 y? I'm not sure) and he knows much more, enough to do it much better. He would do it himself, would work hard to make each of them happier, but he thinks he's not the right person for this, considering how much shit he's done to them. He is wrong, because he definitely could do things better if he tried. But he didn't try. He just thinks that this plan with him would be 'Inefficient'. He is dumb.

AND ME TOO. I WOULD TOTALLY DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS IF I WERE IN HIS PLACE. I KNOW IT. OH MY GOD 😭😭😭 i know that maybe this whole mess doesn't make sence to some of you but i swear it does to me because I would do it. I would do it.

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Chapter 12

Okay, I know, it's been long, but I had a busy end of the school year. Please, have fun reading this.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: backstory of Elias' mom, Elias is an anxious boy,

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11

Elias dreaded this meeting. Meeting with Ra's and Talia, his... Well, he couldn't really call them his dad and sister just yet. Just a thought about it made his mind swirl. After talking to his now brothers (Yes, (Y/N) saw them as siblings that he never had), (Y/N) has decided to meet with his dad and sister. After making sure that it wouldn't be a betrayal of sorts. And it's been weeks after Theo moved away and the hurt and sadness was still there...

Bruce assured him that they wouldn't feel betrayed. Ra's agreed to take it at Elias' pace and tempo. Elias is the one in control. Not the other way around. It eased Elias a tiny bit, however, it didn't fully erase the nervousness and anxiety he felt still.

From the moment he woke up until now.

Ra's was coming to the manor with Talia. Bruce outright refused to let Elias be somewhere alone with him and public places are not an option. I think the reason why doesn't need to be said. Elias was walking around the manor, not being able to even sit for 5 minutes. Everyone was a bit anxious, not really used to one of their coming over.

But they weren't that worried. They are on their own turf. They know the manor inside out and know what to do. They have been trained after all. Damian and the rest watched as Elias couldn't keep still. At all. He already walked 3 laps around the manor, Titus following him happily along, giving Elias some sort of relief.

At the moment, Elias was on the couch, Titus on top of him, giving him some comfort.

" Bruce? " Elias called out to Bruce who was sitting in his armchair, watching TV.

" Yes? "

" Can I get a weighted blanket? It's very comforting. " Elias explained to Bruce and Bruce nodded, smiling knowingly.

" Of course. I see that Titus' weight is rather comforting. You've been restless this entire morning. " Bruce noted and Elias nodded.

" How could I not? Meeting my... Father and older sister who are assassins is not an everyday experience... Oh my God... " Elias grumbled as he gently patted Titus, who let out a huff of happiness from being cuddled.

" I know. Just remember, if anything happens, scream as loudly as you can. We'll be near by anyway. " Bruce said, making Elias chuckle.

" I doubt he would kidnap me from here. Especially with Alfred, knowing that man wouldn't hesitate to simply blow his head of with whatever he has in his arsenal. " Elias stated and Bruce shrugged his shoulders.

" Look. " Bruce said as he put the TV remote on the glass coffee table. " You never know what he might try to pull. Is he a man of his words, although twisted? Yes. But can all people simply twist sides and do the unexpected? Also yes. I simply don't want anything bad to happen to you. " Bruce said, leaning back into his chair as he glanced at the clock on the wall.

" I've never been so tense in my entire life, " Elias muttered, rubbing his face.

" I know, but you got your backup. Us, " Bruce said and his eyes moved to the entrance of the living room, hearing familiar footsteps. Elias also managed to hear the footsteps as well, managing to remember the footsteps of... Well, he does consider them brothers. But should he call them that?

Either way, he knows everyone's footsteps.

Elias tensed up as he heard the doorbell and Bruce gave him a sympathetic smile.

" It's go time. " Bruce stood up and Titus moved away, but not before licking his face, seeming to understand that there was tension in the air. Elias sat up, taking a deep breath and stood up. He glanced at the hall, where he could hear the familiar voices. Bruce squeezed his shoulder, smiling at him. Elias felt a little bit calmer, but still anxious and nervous.

Soon enough, Ra's and Talia came into view. Ra's wearing a green suit, dark, emerald green and it was clearly tailored to him. Talia was was dressed in all black, although a bit more casually. It seems that she was ready for a thought.

" Elias, always nice to meet you. " Ra's extended his hand to Elias, who shook is, hoping that Ra's wouldn't notice the tremor in them. He shook hands with Talia and Alfred brought some drinks and snacks, putting them on the coffee table.

" Alright, we'll leave you 3 alone. Elias, if something's wrong, we'll be nearby. " Bruce already ushered the boys out, who really wanted to listen in, but they knew that this is something private and big for Elias. So, for his sake, they'll not listen in, but will ask Elias later.

Elias glanced back at his... Dad and sister, who were sitting across from him and Elias thanked whoever put this coffee table here.

Elias didn't know what to say. What the hell do you say to Ra's Al Ghul? How's your day? No.

" How is school going? I heard you are still doing online school. " Ra's crossed his legs, right over the left.

" I am... But I was thinking of going back to do it physically rather than being couped up here. " Elias put his hands in his lap, trying to relax and not be so tense. Ra's can't really do anything here. Bruce is nearby and he'll be here within second if Ra's, tried anything.

" That's good. It's not good to be couped up in the manor, " Talia jumped in and Elias nodded, seemingly agreeing with her. But there was something more he needed to know. And he didn't know how to breach it.

" I... " Elias started, clearly hesitant to even talk, but Ra's remained patient, Talia as well. " I want to know everything about my mother. From the moment she joined the League until the day she disappeared, " Elias said, voice shaky and clearly showing his anxiety.

Ra's eyes darkened for a few moments, before he looked Elias dead in the eyes.

" I have to warn you... It will change your perception of her. I don't want to tarnish your memories off her, " Ra's explained and I chuckled. I already know she is, well, was an assassin.

" My perception has changed since I learned she was an assassin. Ever since my uncle disappeared as well. I don't know who she is anymore and... I've been told that you speak the truth. Although twisting his words, as I've been told, " Elias stated and Ra's smirked.

Talia chuckled, nodding. " I guess that you are right. If you knew our mother was an assassin after the disappearance, since I'm sure that the detective did a little digging. " She took some snacks into her hand, popping them into her mouth.

" So Ra's. Tell me everything, " Elias stated, trying to portray some sort of confidence. Deep down inside? He's shaking and trembling.

Elias knew that Ra's saw right through that fake confidence, but thankfully didn't comment on it.

" Alright. I'll tell you what you want to know. Your mother came in her 20s, if I recall correctly, she was 25 at the time, fresh out of college. I was a bit dismissive of her at first, but soon enough she proved herself. She had a real talent for fighting, " Ra's said softly, a soft smile on his face. " Soon, I took her under my wing and trained her myself. A few years later, we got married and she gave me Talia. " Ra's took a sip of the red wine provided by Alfred.

He put the glass down and continued. " I was happy with her, I have to be honest. When Talia was around 20, she changed. At first, I couldn't tell why she changed. Soon enough, she was gone. To this day, I don't know how she pulled it off. But later, I found out she was pregnant with you. " Ra's sipped more of the wine.

" She was a good assassin too. Efficient, quick... She is... Or was, truly one of a kind. She was born to fight. She had that gift for fighting, that much I have to say... " Ra's leaned back into the couch, eyes softer as he remembered the good times.

Elias couldn't muster up words to even talk. He felt out of his depth. How does he respond to all of this?

" We know that this is too much for you, " Talia started, voice gentle, which has never happened with Talia, " But if you are willing, we would want to have a relationship with you. I would like to know my little brother, " She said and Elias blinked a few times.

" How do I know that this isn't some sort of manipulation? " Elias wondered and Ra's chuckled.

" I know that my name is not spoken positively here, but I can promise you there is no manipulation and deception. And I'm a man of my words, " Ra's said in a serious tone and Elias could see the pure honesty in his words.

Which is oddly surprising.

" So... Are we giving this a shot? " Elias mumbled, looking at the two.

" We would love nothing more than to get to know you better. I would like to know my little brother more. " Talia clasped her hands together and Elias nodded.

He always wanted siblings. But Talia is also Damian's mother and that makes him his uncle, which is already weird as it is. And Bruce made it clear that if he wanted to bond more with Ra's, they would not mind it. He would not betraying the family.

" I would like that, but slowly... It's still weird to think I have a nephew. " Elias reached for his glass of water, sipping it to ease his dry throat.

Both of Talia and Ra's chuckled at that.

" It must be weird, but I'm sure that you see Damian as a brother, no? " Talia asked and Elias nodded. He did consider them all as brothers. Even Damian, who was biologically speaking his nephew. Which is still weird to think about it.

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Still Breathing Part One: Into The Tiger's Den

Chapter 5: Homecoming

Whining is not something Bruce has ever been particularly good at dealing with, so of course both his sons have perfected their skills in exactly that. He knows he’s been something of an enabler over the years, giving in when they just won’t stop and he feels overwhelmed. Alfred’s always been better at putting his foot down, particularly when they’re injured. God, Bruce wishes Alfred were here right now, but he left an hour ago. So Bruce is stuck dealing with this on his own.

“I want to go home, Bruce.” Jason flails as much as his injuries will allow, which isn’t much but it has the desired effect. “How long are those quacks going to keep me here? It’s been months!”

It’s been two weeks.

“I miss Alfred and Dick and the manor! I miss Dick’s stupid dog jumping right in the middle of me every goddamn morning! I miss my room! …Bruce. Bruce, I miss homework! Get me out of here before I go completely crazy! You’ll have to lock me up in Arkham! I’ll become a new villain to rival the likes of Kite Man and Killer Moth! You’ll have to call me Homework Man or something.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose in a futile attempt to stave off the latest in a series of headaches, Bruce tries, “They want to keep you for a while longer, Jason. It’s only reasonable, son, you almost died. Just… try to bear with it.”

“Like hell.” Jason pouts, crossing his uninjured arm over his chest and looking away. This should be a triumph. It’s the first time since the incident that Jason’s been well enough to pout, but all Bruce can do is groan.

“Wow, you can just feel the cheeriness in this room all the way down the hall, I swear.” The only time Bruce has ever been happier to see Dick was the last time he saved Bruce’s literal life.

Jason seems less enthused. “Great, the cavalry’s arrived.”

“Hey, I heard you say you missed me, kiddo, you don’t get to take that back.” Dick laughs when Jason makes a face.

“Oh, shut up, Dickface.” Jason grumbles as Dick sits on the edge of the hospital bed.

“Don’t talk to your brother like that,” Bruce scolds, knowing it’s useless the moment he opens his mouth. He doesn’t know why he bothers.

Sure enough Jason is disappointingly unfazed. He just raises an eyebrow at Bruce before turning his attention back to Dick. “Convince him I’m well enough to go home.”

“You’re asking the wrong person there, Little Wing,” Dick answers, though there’s a hint of sympathy in his voice despite his refusal. “If it were up to me you wouldn’t be going anywhere for another six months.”

Jason sighs, dramatically, a talent he’s nurtured quite admirably throughout his time as Robin. “Ugh! Get me Babs or Alfred! We need someone with some real sense in here!”

“They’d tell you the same thing, Jay.” Dick says, patiently. “Being homesick doesn’t mean you’d recover any faster at the manor.”

“Doesn’t mean I’d recover any slower, either!”

Bruce mainly tunes them out as they continue their argument. Jason’s not ready to go home yet, no matter how he protests. Worse, Bruce isn’t sure he’ll be properly equipped to care for Jason at home yet. Jason hasn’t shown any hints of psychological trauma from the incident thus far, but he’s regrettably good at hiding such things until they reach a breaking point. He’s been practicing that since long before he came to live with Bruce and it’s something he’s stubbornly clung to despite Bruce and Alfred's best efforts. It’s something that’ll be difficult to navigate around if--

“Why do you even care?” Jason snaps, abruptly, and something in his tone brings Bruce’s attention immediately back to the conversation happening in front of him. There’s a tension in Jason’s shoulders, a set to his jaw, and just an over all air that Bruce is not a fan of. God they do not need Jason and Dick at each other’s throats again. He needs to step in now before it explodes.

But when he looks over at Dick, he pauses. Because Dick is calm. Not calm before the storm. More Dick Grayson with a plan calm. He glances at Bruce for a moment, but just speaks to Jason. “Because that’s what brothers are supposed to do right? Care about each other? So why don’t you tell me why it’s so important to go home right now, instead of say, in a week?”

It takes a moment, Jason’s face going through a range of expressions before it all finally explodes. “Because I hate it here! All I can do is think and think and remember and it’s all driving me over the fucking edge, Dick! I fall asleep and I wake up and there’s… what if… And I just… I…”

Dick is faster to react than Bruce, carefully wrapping his arms around Jason before the tears really start to fall. Letting Jason cling to him and murmuring a gentle, “Shh, it’s okay, Jay, it’s okay. I got you.”

With a strangled sound, somewhere between a sob and a hiccup, Jason buries his face in Dick’s shoulder. Jason never cries, never lets himself show emotions like this at all. Bruce grips Jason’s shoulder with one hand and winces a bit when Jason’s hand leaves Dick’s back to grab Bruce’s wrist tightly. In the silence that follows Bruce finally understands. It’s more than boredom, more than homesickness.

After several hitching breaths, each deeper than the last, Jason mumbles, “Please… Please just take me home.”

“…They might insist on keeping you for a few more days,” Bruce says as softly as he knows how, exchanging a look with Dick over the top of Jason’s head. “But… with Alfred’s medical training, they might allow it. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Okay… okay.” Slowly, bit by bit Jason’s grip on Bruce and Dick loosens until he’s let go entirely.

Reluctantly, Bruce lets go as well and Dick follows suit.

Bruce makes his way to the door slowly watching out of the corner of his eyes as Dick gently ruffles Jason’s hair and says something, low and quiet. Something that makes Jason laugh. Bruce pauses in the doorway, just for a moment. Just to take in the sight of his boys. His sons. He's still not sure what he did right for the universe to bring them into his life. He sighs and leaves the doorway to begin his arduous task. There's going to be a lot of paperwork.

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The towering face of Wayne Manor has never looked so good. It’s home. Jason’s coming home! He missed it so much. If asked he’d never be able to describe the joy welling up in his chest at seeing Alfred standing in the open door. He can’t wait to get inside, back to his room and his books. He can’t wait to eat Alfred’s cooking again! It’s been forever since he had something that didn’t taste like rubber and grossness. Alfred couldn’t make something as nasty as hospital food if he tried!

A joyful bark announces Ace only seconds before the huge German Shepherd bounds out of the bushes and slides to stop a few feet away. He circles them for a moment, lowering his head, sniffing at the wheelchair. Jason just shakes his head at the antics. This dog is supposed to be a trained guard dog, but he’s always been more of a goof ball. Apparently satisfied that the chair isn’t very interesting, Ace yips happily then, before Bruce can stop him, hooks his front legs over the right side of the chair – Jason’s uninjured side by some coincidence – and starts desperately licking Jason’s face.

Jason can only laugh and scratch the dog’s ears. “Yeah, yeah, love you too, ya silly mutt!”

It’s then that Dick finally intervenes, grabbing Ace’s collar and pulling him off. “Okay, Ace, let the kid breathe.”

Ace whines but otherwise just follows along beside the wheelchair, close enough to pet but not so close as to be in the way as they continue on to the house.

“Welcome home, Master Jason,” Alfred says and somehow his voice doesn’t crack under the weight of all the emotion it contains. Product of a big heart, Jason suspects.

He feels a bit awkward now, not for any good reason, it’s just a little… hard to take those kind of emotions directed at him. So he just smiles sheepishly. “It’s good to be back! You didn’t change anything in my room, right?”

“Perish the thought, young sir!” Alfred’s mustache twitches in such a way that Jason’s long taken to mean he’s terribly amused by the suggestion. “I hardly needed to. It remains as immaculate as the day you left it. Unlike Master Richard’s current room as you can imagine.”

“My room is just the way I like it!” Dick squawks with mock indignation. “I can find everything whenever I want and that’s all that matters!”

Alfred winks knowingly at Jason. “Of course it is.”

“If you all don’t mind--” Bruce sounds like he’s spent all day herding cats, which between Jason and Dick bickering, the paparazzi being bastards as usual, and all the hassle of getting Jason discharged from the hospital isn’t all that far from the truth. Jason’s pretty sure that Bruce would rather deal with the entire population of Arkham than go through any part of this morning again. “--I’d like to get Jason situated in his room.”

“And then you’re going to take a nap right?” Dick prompts lightly. Wrangling Bruce into getting some proper rest has been a trial and a half and Dick’s been doing most of the work.

“If it will get you to stop asking me that, then yes,” Bruce grumbles, only proving that he needs to get some real sleep.

Jason shrugs his good shoulder and decides to back Dick up. “Hey, after all you’ve put up with you deserve an old man nap.”

“I don’t know how to take that…” Bruce sighs, but there’s a deep fondness there suggesting he actually knows exactly how to take it.

Dick still pipes up with a quick. “From Jason? It’s a declaration of affection.”

“Oh, shut it, Dickie.”

“You shut it.”

“I’d like it if you both gave it a rest.” Bruce says, wryly as he pushes the wheelchair into the house.

Something seems different the minute they get passed the door, but it takes a moment before Jason realizes what it is. “You installed an elevator? When—Why?”

“According to the doctors you’ll be in a wheelchair or on crutches for quite a while yet. It seemed like a worthwhile investment.” Bruce shrugs like it’s nothing, which for a guy with literally millions of dollars to his name it probably is, but still…

“Okay but when?”

“I contracted the workers as soon as they told me you’d recover… or rather I asked Alfred to do it.” Bruce smiles a little. “It accesses every level of the house, including the cave, though that requires a special code that I’ll show you later.”

At that Jason leans over closer to Dick and, affecting his most dramatic stage whisper, says, “By which he means he’ll tell me in about six years when I finally convince him that I’m well enough to go back on patrol.”

Dick nods and joins Jason in giving Bruce the stink eye.

“Boys…” Bruce sighs.

“Hey, I’m injured! That totally grants me a free pass to make fun of your paranoid ass, Pops.” Jason probably delights way too much in the way Bruce smiles every time Jason even gets close to calling him ‘Dad’.

With a clap of his hands, Dick starts shooing them all towards the elevator. “Come on, you three, I thought we were taking Jay up to his room, not lollygagging in the lobby! Let’s get a move on!”

“If it was not abundantly clear already, Master Richard has developed something of an infatuation with the manor’s latest renovation.” Alfred informs Jason with a fond smile.

Jason laughs. “Really?”

“There’s a control for speed.” Those are the magic words.

Automatically interested, Jason leans forward a bit. “How fast?”

“It’s not a toy, boys.” Bruce tries, but he has to know they’re not listening.

“Fast.” Dick answers Jason’s question with a mischievous grin.

“Hot damn!” Jason exclaims. “I gotta try this shit out!”

Alfred pats his shoulder. “There will be plenty of time for that later, young sirs. For the time being, why don’t we get Master Jason settled in his room.”

“But, Alfie!” Jason whines, giving Alfred his best puppy-dog eyes and thoroughly upsetting the actual dog in the room that Dick has to hold back from crawling into Jason’s lap.

Unfortunately, Alfred developed an immunity to pleading long before Jason came into the picture. “Next time.”

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For the first time since he woke up, Jason is alone. Alfred’s preparing dinner, Dick left to go prepare for patrol, and between Jason, Dick, and Alfred they actually did manage to convince Bruce to go take a nap in his own goddamn bed. So Jason has his room, his thoughts, and the laptop linked up with the computer in the cave all to himself. It’d be wrong to say he conned the laptop out of Bruce, but well… he had only managed to get it on the pretense of needing to catch up on homework. Something which he is definitely not going to be doing, at least not right now. Joking around is all fine and good, but knowing Bruce it really will be ages before he lets Jason anywhere near the cave. Longer still before Jason will be able to look in to any theories he might have, but he wants to get a head start any way. The only way he’ll get that is by watching the video of the man who rescued him.

Either the video from Jason’s mask was destroyed by… what happened or someone, probably Dick, buried it deep. Jason can’t find it. He kind of doubts it’d be all that useful anyway so it’s probably for the best. The one from Bruce’s cowl, or at least an edited down version from the looks of it, is sitting out in the open like they’d expected him to do this. Which knowing this family they probably did. Whatever. Jason hits play on the video, no use fussing about it.

The video starts with Bruce digging through the rubble pile apparently not hearing the voice calling for him at least not until the guy shouts his real name. Bruce finally looks up and Jason gets his first real look at Alvin. The video’s a little blurry and there’s so much smoke and dust in the air that it’s difficult to get a good read on him. The best Jason can do is, he looks like a half drunk college student who grabbed someone else’s jacket when he got kicked out of a bar during a fight. That leather jacket really doesn’t look like it fits with the rest of the guy’s aesthetic. There’s blood stains on the sleeves and he’s carrying himself like he’s got a bruised rib. That’s about all he can gather from this clip.

Looks like most of the direct visuals of Jason’s injuries have been cut, which on some level Jason’s kinda grateful for. He’s pretty sure he doesn’t need to be seeing that shit. The next clip is in the jeep, Bruce keeps taking his eyes off where he’s going and glancing at Alvin, which is making Jason want to scream at him, but that can wait, the closer look at Alvin is appreciated.

His clothes are scuffed up, though some of them look like they were probably pretty fancy once upon a time. His hair is black and long enough that he’s managed to tie it back, though that seems to be doing nothing to keep some of it from escaping to fall in his face. A bit on the smaller side, both in height and frame – that jacket looks a little big on him. He’s covered in dust and blood, looks like he’s been through hell. Maybe literally, that’s probably possible. They should ask Raven about that or something. Whether he came from hell or not though one thing’s for sure, he definitely looks out of place. Like somebody plucked him out of some college dorm and plopped him right in the middle of the desert. He’s not even well equipped enough to be a kid on taking a trip around the world before college.

He does look a bit familiar though. Jason could swear he’s seen him or someone who looks like him before. It’s like it’s not exact, just some features are the same, but not all of them. A bit like he’s seen someone related to the guy before. He can’t quite place it though so he keeps watching.

They get to the camp and after a few minutes of Bruce looking back and forth between the medical tent and Alvin who’s being patched up by an assistant he finally approaches Alvin and really talks to him. From the moment Alvin opens his mouth the Gotham accent is clear as day. It’s pretty ritzy too. No wonder he seemed familiar, Jason probably has seen someone who looks like him. Probably at one of those godawful parties Bruce made him go to or something. Dammit, why can’t he remember?

Next time he gets dragged to a gala he’s going to pay extra special attention and be on the look out for anyone who looks like Alvin, even just a little bit. Maybe – just maybe – this will lead somewhere.

He hopes.

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