#DadBruce

[misakiisstupid]

Headcanon: Bruce Wayne Wants to Adopt Billy Batson

Listen. Bruce has adopted kids for way less. But this? This is fate. This is destiny. This is—

"Billy Batson."

Bruce took one look at the kid and immediately felt the urge to offer him an official Wayne adoption package, complete with a new bedroom, an allowance, and an endless supply of overprotective siblings. Unfortunately, the Justice League refuses to let Billy join the Batfamily because, and I quote, "Bruce, he’s already got a life and a home, you can’t just keep adopting every emotionally repressed child you meet."

The child safety authorities also aren’t thrilled. To them, Bruce Wayne is looking less like a responsible billionaire philanthropist and more like a collector. They’re not convinced this isn’t some kind of elaborate Pokémon situation, where Bruce is determined to catch ‘em all.

So now Bruce is stuck. Billy’s technically fine—he has a home, he’s got a support system, he’s got the wisdom of Solomon—but Bruce knows that under all that magic, there’s just a kid who could use a stable adult in his corner.

So he does the next best thing: He mentors Billy in the most passive-aggressive way possible. Is Billy on patrol? Guess who just happens to be nearby, offering unsolicited advice and stealth-dropping life lessons. Did Billy get into trouble? Bruce is already handling it before Billy even realizes there was a problem. Randomly, Billy starts getting care packages—expensive gloves for the winter, school supplies, a suspiciously well-balanced meal delivered to his apartment.

Billy: "Did you send me food?" Bruce: "I have no idea what you’re talking about." (He absolutely did.)

Meanwhile, the Batkids just accept that Billy is basically their brother now, official paperwork or not.

Jason: "You know he’s gonna wear you down eventually, right?" Billy: "The League won’t let him." Tim: "Yeah, neither would CPS, and yet here we are." Billy: "…Oh god, I’m gonna be a Wayne, aren’t I?" Dick, grinning: "We already got your room ready!"

Bruce is just waiting. One day, Billy will give in. One day.

[cavefairy]

Character board: Floyd and or Bruce from Trolls 3 :>

OH BOY LETS GO

floyd first !!

lowkey i have a lot of feelings abt him and i dont have enough words to say all of it but i will say this why not use him more he had so much fucking potential and then all he did was sit in a fucking jar for 95% of the movie. roargh.

bruce's turn

i honestly dont have a lot of strong feelings on bruce. hes a cool dude, a good dad (at least in my head bc of the small interactions w his kids and also ART i love seeing dadbruce art its so lovely), and a good brother by the end of the movie so yeah. bruce is neat but like i dont really have big opinions on him

THANKS FOR SENDING ME SOME LIL GUYS !!!! I LOVE CHARACTER BINGOS SOSOSO MUCH I WANNA DO MORE TBH

[howdoidecidethjs]

Good dad Bruce is the only DadBruce and this is the cutest pic ever

messy sketch on the phone because it was the only thing I could draw on😞 I haven't drawn on my phone for a long time, so you can see a lot of mistakes here BUT I DON'T CARE guys I enjoyed the process.

[gangrenados]

Hola Al! Me estaba acordando de la vez que mi sobrina (tendría unos 4/5 años) le agarró la mano a un desconocido en una tienda porque pensó que era su papá y cuando se dió cuenta se quedó como 👁️👄👁️ y se fue corriendo al lado de mi hermana. Te imaginas si eso le pasara a Bruce?? 🤣 Él que es tan serio e imponente 🤣

Ay que cuchi tu sobrina <3

Bueno, creo que todos sabemos que Bruce tiene debilidad por los niños, incluso cuando es Batman. Si bien estará confundido de porque un niño desconocido le agarró la mano, no será odioso ni mucho menos.

Más bien se preocupará y le preguntará dónde están sus papás, esto en un tono más amigable para que el niño no se asuste.

Batfleck es la definición de dadbruce para mi, por lo que yo me lo imagino haciendo justo lo que dije.

Sin embargo, también está la opción de que se proponga adoptar a este niño desconocido y entrenarlo hasta convertirle en el siguiente Robin.

Uno nunca sabe 🤷🏽‍♀️

[burritowitch]

another ask

DADBRUCE DADBRUCE DADBRUCE

REALLLL

He's such a dad to each of his kids but in a different way. With dick, he was trying so hard to be a good dad when he was so unprepared to be a father and to be able to open up. With Jason, both their worst fears came true in such a tragic way. With Tim he was trying so hard to not lose jason again that he didn't realize the kid he had in front of him for a long time. He is such a girldad with cass, she is his perfect angel despite the fact that she is such a bitch (love her so much). With damian he sees so much of himself and he cant look past that but damian is so much unlike him at the same time. Stephanie isnt his daughter but he still feels like he needs to fill that role for her because she has no one else. He loves them all so much, but he can't express it because of how emotionally constipated he is.

[frownyalfred]

I’m back on my Overprotective!DadBruce train again. Show me fics where Bruce Wayne rocks up to his sons’ parent teacher conferences and takes NOTES.

Show me Bruce Wayne, billionaire genius with several fancy degrees, standing in the kitchen wearing sweatpants and holding up a spatula, dinner burning, as he squints at Tim’s common core math assignment because what the FUCK kinda math is that—

[northernbluetongue]

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The Betrayal of a Hero

Chapter 1: Hold My Crown

This is based off @merry-madness's fake Ladybug au! Just with a Ladybug and a Chat ;).

Marinette was not looking forward to school the next day. Her class had been torn between gossiping about the two new kids that were supposed to join them and berating her for whatever reason. She wasn't surprised for the school to be abuzz with chatter, though she was shocked to hear whispers. Why were students discussing the new students being Ladybug and Chat Noir?

Upon reaching Madame Bustier's room, she didn't bother to stop and listen to her gullible classmates gush over the new girl or her false humility while bragging about her achievements as Marinette made a beeline to her seat in the back. She barely noticed the blond boy slide in the seat next to her, focusing on her sketchbook until he spoke.

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle. My name is Felix." Marinette glanced up at the boy through her lashes.

"Marinette." She held out her hand, expecting a handshake, and being mildly surprised when he lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles.

"It's nice to meet you, Princess." A blush rushed across her face, the boy politely not mentioning it. "Would you have any advice on how to stop a rumor?"

"Um…" She fiddled with her pencil. "What kind of rumor?"

"I just arrived today, but the other students are under the impression that I am someone I am not."

"Oh! You should be able to just show them your identification, they should accept that, at least, as proof."

The boy squirmed a little. "It is not so simple as that." He lowered his voice, "The students seem to believe that I am Chat Noir. I am not that mangy cat. Even if his Miraculous were somehow affecting his behavior, I, as a civilian, would track down Ladybug when she is transformed to apologise for my behavior and explain myself. From my observations, he has done no such thing."

Marinette hummed doubtfully. The Miraculous idea had some merit, her own had side effects, and she could only imagine how bad they would be for someone that worked with Destruction. And the way Felix spoke… It certainly reminded her of how formal Chat Noir could occasionally be, and he had called her Princess. There was only one person that had ever called her Princess. Not to mention his messy blond hair and bright green eyes. "Alya, the girl that runs the Ladyblog, won't believe that you aren't Chat Noir unless she uncovers his actual identity. We have had akumas that send people minutes back into the past and we have double heroes, plus Copycat akumas, Illusion based akumas… she'll simply think that the akuma, no matter how simple their power seems, has one of those if you show up next to Chat Noir. Honestly, in this class, it's impossible to prove you didn't do something. None of them want to know the truth. The rest of the school will probably listen, though."

"So you're basically saying that this class has two collective brain cells, and you and I share them. No way is Madeline Ladybug, and I know for a fact that I'm not Chat Noir, no matter what she and her little friend claim."

"I know she's not Ladybug. The number one rule of being a hero, excluding people like Tony Stark who can't keep a secret, is to always keep your identity under wraps. The more people who know, the more people who can put you or your family in danger."

Felix eyed the girl next to him. She had made no mention of friends, even though he had been sure she had plenty of them with the way she dressed. "Don't forget their friends."

Marinette shrugged. "I honestly forget to mention friends anymore. It's hard to remember that some people actually have them without having to call them backstabbing fiends instead."

"Meowch. I sense a story behind that." Felix commented offhandedly, then noticed the look the girl was giving him. "Look, I made cat puns long before Chat Noir came around. Not only do I actually have cats, but my name is Felix. A name that is derived from the word feline and is also a common cat name. My mom made them when I was little, and I picked up on it."

"Just so you know, Chat Noir is the only person that calls me Princess. I'll try to help you prove that you aren't Chat Noir, but you're going to want to be careful what you say."

Felix spluttered. What else was he supposed to call her? She was regally sitting in the back of the classroom, sketchbook in hand, wearing her hair in a braided bun with a light pink dress and ballet shoes. If that didn't scream 'Princess,' he didn't know what did.

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The day passed by in a blur, Felix finding himself appalled at the way his new classmates treated Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Within the space of one school day, he had been privy to hearing her classmates call her horribly derogatory names, accuse her of sleeping around when he asked her to show him around the school instead of Lila Rossi, watch them knock her lunch not only out of her hands but onto her, spill coffee on her sketchbook, "drop" a kale smoothie on her extra set of clothes (who had a kale smoothie without planning on ruining someone's day?), trip her when she tried to walk around the room, verbally berate her for the supposedly lame class trips she planned on her own, and accuse her of working with Hawkmoth. All of this happened under the eye of Caline Bustier- the students were completely different students in Demetria Mendeleiev's class. They were polite, thanked Marinette for her efforts as class president, even offered to help her up when she tripped on her own. Felix had a feeling that Demetria Mendeleiev would not tolerate mistreatment of one of her students and the class knew it. When he asked his teachers about what was going on, the two of them had very different reactions.

"It's Marinette's job to be the better example and show the other students how to act. Chloè's already so much better than she used to be just by watching Marinette! It won't take the rest of the class long to fall in!"

"Caline is an idiot who deserves to have her teaching license revoked. She allows her class to use Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng like their personal punching bag, sometimes literally. Mademoiselle Bourgeois is better than she used to be because of Marinette, yes, but it's because Marinette focused on changing the girl's behavior rather than always being the better person. Dupain-Cheng was only able to rehabilitate Bourgeois. Rossi managed to manipulate the class into believing Dupain-Cheng was a bully. The only people that leave her alone are Kubdel, Couffaine, and Bourgeois. I'm not entirely certain what those relationships are about- whenever the girls begin to defend Dupain-Cheng she glares at them until they quiet down. Le Chein and Lahiffe seem to be in the same position as the girls."

Felix stared at the teacher. "Why doesn't she let them help?"

Mendeleiev shrugged. "Dupain-Cheng has a self-sacrificing problem. She refuses to allow her friends to be attacked as she has been. If they continue to target her and leave her friends alone, she'll gladly take the abuse. And Bustier knows it."

Felix nodded his head, already planning. "Thank you, Madame. Have a nice evening."

"You as well." The science teacher ushered the boy out of her class, missing the look of sadistic pleasure on his face.

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It only took one time of witnessing Chat Noir's treatment of Marinette for Felix to snap. He felt the rage he was used to repressing surge to the surface, bringing with it the sadism he usually refused to give in to. Usually. Before he could hope to rationalize his way out of reacting, the Cat Hero was on the ground in the fetal position, hands cupping his family jewels as blood gushed from his nose.

"Don't touch her again." Felix warned, his voice low and dangerous, bodily blocking the cat's vision of the bluenette. Chat Noir shuddered at the thought of the gleeful grin the boy had once he went on the attack.

"Princess-" the cat themed boy began, only for Felix to kick him in his stomach.

"Don't speak to her or about her. Marinette Dupain-Cheng is off limits."

"Felix. I'm okay." The girl rested one of her hands on the back of the boy's shoulder. "It's okay, let's just go. He can't hurt me."

Felix scowled at the hero's collapsed form. "Just because he's supposedly a hero does not mean he won't hurt you. Sexual harassment very much counts as harm." He turned to gently grab her hand, slowly pushing up her sleeve to reveal the bruises the hero had left when he grabbed her arm. His eyes lost their sadistic light in favor of sadness. "This… this is hurting you, Marinette. This is not okay." He finally pulled her away, making a beeline for his own home. "Come on, we have a project to work on." Like hell he was leaving the girl in a place Chat Noir could easily find her.

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Felix began outlining his plan as soon as they arrived at his residence, carefully hiding his document from Marinette.

"Who do we have a project for?" The girl asked, confused. "I don't remember anyone saying anything about one?"

"They didn't. I didn't want that cat to follow you home and mess with you there." He told her, meeting her eyes. "Everything I've seen today… I'm worried about you. You have precisely five friends, unless you include myself, and you refuse to allow them to dispute the behavior of the heathens. One of Paris's main heroes has not only proven himself incompetent, but downright vile and violent. You could be killed, and there's a chance that no one would know."

Marinette looked down and fiddled with the edge of her skirt, "I just… I don't want anyone to get hurt."

Felix frowned and moved away from his desk, kneeling down and grabbing the girl's hand. "Do you not matter? There are people getting hurt, even if you cannot see it. Those three girls, the blonde, pink headed girl, and the girl with highlights, and the two boys, headphones and the jock, did you not see how much it hurt them every time one of our classmates did anything to you and you stopped them from helping? No one likes to stay safe and untouched when their friend is constantly getting hurt. Sometimes the bad people have to get hurt to realize that what they were doing is wrong, just like with Chloè Bourgeois."

Marinette bowed her head, voice broken. "What can I do?"

Felix offered her a small smile, trying to look as comforting as possible. "You change." He told her. "You accept help. You don't just stand up for other people, but stand up for yourself and let them stand beside you." As much as he would love to have the girl all to himself, it was clear that she was suffering from a lack of contact with people. She was a social girl and needed human interaction to be happy. So he would help her. And he would make sure the current Black Cat no longer had the ability to call himself a hero. Or perhaps even walk.

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Marinette stared down at her phone for several long, terse minutes before finally picking it up, first dialing her <strike>admittedly younger</strike> brother for help.

"Marhaba," a curt voice came over the line, Marinette immediately smiling at her thirteen year old brother's voice.

"Damian." Marinette's voice was warm, if a little shaky greeting her brother.

"ʾḫt kubrā? Has something happened? Did the abu reiha (father of stinky smells) follow you home again?"

Marinette sighed. "No, wéixiǎo de hǔnluàn (tiny chaos), it's something else." Marinette fell silent, chewing on her bottom lip. "Someone said something to me earlier today, he told me that even with me doing everything I can to make sure no one gets hurt, the people who care about me hurt when they see me hurt. I don't… I don't know how to stop myself from being the scapegoat. I wanted to ask you for help."

Silence reigned for several minutes, Marinette nervously fiddling with her fingers while her brother processed. "Explain. Now."

Marinette knew what her brother wanted, she just wasn't sure how to get away from telling about Lila and so decided to play dumb. "Explain? Explain what, exactly?"

Damian's voice let her know he was far from amused. "I must assume this has something to do with those heathens you surround yourself with and call friend. What has happened to your bond?"

Marinette took a deep breath. "Is our father there with you right now?"

A curt no immediately answered her.

"Then is it okay if I come over for a minute?"

"Of course. I am in my room."

Marinette quickly hung up her phone, donning the horse miraculous and portalling out of Paris and to Gotham, landing on her brother's bed… her brother's tellingly empty room. He was back before she could even yell, Alfred the cat in his arms and Tim in tow.

"I believe Drake may be beneficial to this conversation. Grayson and Todd are… indisposed at the moment and Drake is also accustomed to pleasing asinine humans." Damian pressed the cat into his sister's arms, Titus staying faithfully by his side as the traitor purred and nuzzled his sister.

Marinette reached into her pocket with the hand that wasn't keeping Alfred the cat from falling, passing Tim a small bag of chocolate coated espresso beans she kept on her in case of emergencies. The older male accepted them gratefully before sitting on the very end of Demon Spawn's bed, as far away from the demon cat as he could get. "So what's happening, clover? Demon Spawn here didn't say anything before kidnapping me."

Marinette buried her face in Alfred the cat's fur before explaining everything to her brothers.

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Something I forgot to mention at the end of the last fic- if you are French, Arabic, or Mandarin or speak the language, please do not hesitate to let me know if I've messed something up or got wrong information!

[thequiver]

Lmao I'm sorry for hopping here cause recently I've read a post about John Stewart defending Hal by calling Bruce "Just a man", and a dumbass account tried to belittle Hal by saying Bruce being just a man is a father and a shit ton of compliments that they probably read as headcannon here.

I'm dying, the way people are trying so hard to make a good dadBruce when every comic I've seen of him, he is so shitty at being one omg. Like I've read fics too and the fact that Ollie is always portrayed as the bad father while Bruce gets to play as the angelic savior of a father like wow shitheads. This is what I meant when I say people always propped up the batfam like they are bad ass or the center of the universe lmaoooo.

I'm sick of this shit. I love the batfam, and I like Batman a lot, I really do but to act like Bruce isnt an asshole who hits his kids a lot of times. I'm laughing. Sure, be delusional my dude.

I genuinely don’t think people would believe me if I said that I do actually like Batman- but I like him as an exploration of what happens when trauma isn’t addressed and the unhealthy coping mechanisms are enabled. Batman is my appeal for people to get therapy- but they all wanna excuse his actions because of his trauma and that shit doesn’t fly with me. I don’t think Bruce is a good or ethical person- but I do think he’s interesting and that he’s a good character.

At some point I think they need to sit down and evaluate whether they actually like Batman, or if they like the version of Batman they created to avoid the canon Batman. Because they’re completely different things.

Also like feel free to dm me if you ever wanna talk or anything- I get how frustrating it can be in the sea of Batfanon!

[astrologista]

Oh my god Jason's psychic dream thing had so much dad!Bruce in it and it's all pretty much hilarious

(Red Hood and the Outlaws Annual #2)

[northernbluetongue]

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Consequences

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month Day 3: Meeting the JL and Day 6: The JL Babysitting ao3 @maribat-bdbwm

When Marinette offered to be the one to try if the space power ups she’d made for the kwamis worked she’d never really expected this. She’d just been floating around in space, making sure her suit was fully functional in peace except she’s definitely been cursed at birth to never have a peaceful life and the watchtower was close enough that they’d spotted her and sent Martian Manhunter to bring her back to the watch tower.

They’re currently waiting at one of the entrances. She doesn’t know why and the superhero beside her hasn’t been particularly forthcoming with information. A few minutes later a few heroes appear at the end of the hallway. She relaxes in relief when she spots Red Robin’s god-awful costume. Tim can just explain things and she can go back to the bakery and sleep for the rest of the day.

Tim does not do that.

Apparently, he’s still mad at her for dumping a large amount of glitter in his room. In her defence, she had been bored and the glitter was biodegradable. Not that it was any less annoying.

She glares at Tim as Aquaman and Green Arrow have a hushed discussion with Red Robin's occasional extremely unwanted input. In the end, she’s taken to a meeting room and what feels like most of the Justice League is gathered there.

This is not how she imagined her first meeting with the JL would go.

As she explains the Paris situation to the heroes, Marinette considers the pros and cons of fratricide. Currently, there are more pros and every dumb question directed at her is not doing Tim a favour.

No, she is not the only Parisian hero. Yes, she has a partner. Yes, she’s had prior training. No, she doesn’t have a mentor (which is technically true, it’s not like she can say, “Actually, I’m Batman’s daughter.”) Yes, they’re handling it. No, the JL doesn’t need to intervene and so on and so forth until Marinette is one step away from yelling at all of them.

As they continue to bombard her with questions Marinette wonders how Timothy Jackson Drake, he died as he lived: being a fucking idiot would look on a headstone.

And then Flash asks, “Wait how old are you? You don’t look old enough to be one of two heroes responsible for a whole city. You don’t even have any other support!”

Tim snorts but he hides it with a cough. Marinette would like to exchange her brother for a pet, maybe a dog. Damian would agree with her.

She breathes in deeply, trying to calm down before she replies. Not that she gets the chance to. The rest of the members start to speak over one another and she gives up. Maybe she’ll sneak out once she’s sure they definitely won’t notice assuming Tim doesn’t tell on her, of course.

As the justice league continues to fuss around her, she works out her escape plan. Next time she should let Adrien be the one to test the power ups. He probably wouldn’t mind this.

She hears Green Arrow say, “We should probably call her parents, right?”

“Do you really think she’d tell us how to contact her parents?” Green Lantern shoots back. Tim is no longer trying to hide his amusement but no one notices, too busy trying to figure out what to do with her to question Red Robin’s odd behaviour. Asshole. She’s dumping more glitter in his room the next time she visits.

“We can just ask Bats to look into it.”

“Ask me to look into what?” The whole room quietens at the sight of Batman and Superman.

Marinette grins. Finally! She can leave. She stands, smiling, “the Justice League is apparently interested in babysitting random teenagers they find in space.” Her dad stares at her for a moment before sighing.

The whole Justice League is staring at the scene before them in confusion. Except for Tim and Uncle Clark. The two of them are trying very hard not to laugh.

“Ladybug, you’re too old to require a babysitter.” Marinette has never heard her father sound so done with their shenanigans that she grins, behind her Tim is openly laughing.

She struggles to answer in a way that doesn’t give up her identity. Fuck it. It’s not like the league isn’t trustworthy when it comes to secret identities and nor do they live in Paris.

“I’m aware but your lovely co-workers are treating me like a baby and my asshole of a brother isn’t helping the situation at all.”

“I’m not sorry,” Tim says unabashedly and Marinette knows even without looking at him that he’s smirking.

Turning, she glares at him, “Nor am I. I hope the glitter never gets out of your clothes. And if somehow it does, I’ll add more.”

He narrows his eyes at her. “You wouldn’t dare. Alfred would be so mad.”

“I’ll enchant the glitter to stick to you and only you.”

“You can’t actually do that.”

She frowns, “You don’t know that.” Tim does in fact know that. She spent an hour complaining to him about how hard magic was just last week but she’d rather die than lose an argument with her siblings.

B interrupts before Tim can reply, “Please stop. You’re terrifying the others.” He’s right, she realises as she looks at the faces around her. Not that she cares. Though he probably wishes she would. But he’s one step ahead of her and before she can continue her argument her father says, “I’ll let you two drive the Batmobile.”

“For the whole of next month?” her brother replies.

“Next week.”

“Three weeks,” she tries.

He sighs again, “Two weeks.”

“For each of us.”

“… fine.”

She glances at Tim questioningly. He nods. She beams, “Okay!”

“Now please go home.”

She grumbles before grinning and waving at the league members. “Bye! It was nice to meet you!”

She breaks into laughter at their gobsmacked expressions. Her father just sighs. Uncle Clark is the one in the end to get rid of the two of them. Gently steering them towards the exit and telling them he looks forward to seeing them on Sunday for dinner before closing the doors in their faces. She wishes she could stay back longer and make the members of the Justice League question their life decisions a bit more but oh well. At least she gets to drive the Batmobile. She can’t wait to go home and tell the others about it.

[northernbluetongue]

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Taking Chances Ch. 1: Adopted

AO3 @maribat-bdbwm

Adopted. Adopted. Adopted. Adopted. The word runs on a loop through Marinette’s head as her world crumbles around her. She was adopted.

“What? Maman, I don’t, I don’t understand.” Marinette says, her voice cracking as she tries to act like this isn’t bothering her. Like she doesn’t feel as though her entire world is changing.

“Marinette, sweetheart, just take a breath. That’s it, breathe in…and out. Very good.” Her maman says, holding her hands as she breathes with her slowly. Marinette swallows thickly, trying hard to ignore the way her hands shake in her maman’s.

“Maman, why didn’t you tell me?” She asks, confusion and self doubt swirling in her mind. Why was she adopted? Did her birth parents not want her? Could they not take care of her? Was she a mistake? Did they hate her? Did her maman hate her now? Is that why she’s telling her? Is she going to be kicked out? Is she going to have to leave Paris? What if-

“Marinette?” Her maman’s soft voice pulls her out of her thoughts. Marinette frowns when she realizes that she has tears running down her face.

“I-I’m sorry.” She says, pulling her hands away to furiously wipe at her tears, trying hard to ignore the sympathetic look her papa keeps giving her.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Marinette. Are you feeling up to an explanation? Or would you rather not talk about this?” She asks, her face covered in worry.

“I wanna talk about it.” Marinette says quickly, before slapping her hands over her mouth. She didn’t mean to say that. What if that’s not right? What if what her maman has to say is just going to hurt more? What if-

“Okay. It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m sorry we waited so long to tell you.” Her maman apologizes, scooting closer to wrap an arm around Marinette’s shoulders. Her papa wraps an arm around both of them, his presence calming Marinette enough so that she can think a little more clearly.

“Why did you wait? Why now?” She asks, still confused why she decided to break the news today of all days.

“We were going to wait until you were sixteen. Let you be at an age where you would understand it a little more, understand that being adopted isn’t wrong. And that you didn’t do anything wrong.” She explains, rubbing her shoulder gently.

“But then, why now?” Marinette asks, frustration starting to build. Why say they were going to wait and then not actually wait? Why would they-

“Mme. Mendeleiev called. You’re starting a unit on genetics and biology, and she knew that you were adopted. She just-” She sighs, frowning. “She didn’t want you to be blind sided or caught off guard in class if things didn’t add up.”

“But why does she know?” Marinette asks with a frown.

“Because we were both friends with your birth mother.”

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[tremsing82]

I really want the old Bruce Wayne back. DC fix your batman. Give us a Bruce Wayne and Batman comic worthy of the both of them. Hell do it for his kids. They need their DadBruce back.

I know the popular take is Batman's rogues getting their butts handed to them by Bruce Wayne, and I'm not belittling that, because that's really funny for all stated reasons?

But how about a new take: most of Batman's rogues call him off limits, because they find out he is their benefactor, when/if they try to reform?

Mr Freeze won't touch him because when he's in Arkham, Bruce is the one who finances the research to help Nora Fries.

Poison Ivy won't touch him because he had been the one supplying her with plants, while in prison.

Harley won't touch him because he's just a great guy an' gotham needs guys like that.

Riddler won't touch him because he was the secret backer that time Eddie tried to open a detective agency.

Croc won't touch him because he's one of the few people who ever talks to him like a person.

Deadshot refuses any hits on him because he found out Wayne does a lot of secret work for people down on their luck who made bad mistakes.

[ifliamsmile]

DadBruce being proud of the batboys he raised, thank u bat for everything

Watch your momentum.

[jason-toddbandit]

✨I dont accept hate towards any of the bat babes✨

....except for the occasional roasts of dadbruce

This came to me in a vision

[bluelinebratzdoll]

DADBRUCE OH MY GOD

I FUCKING LOVE HOCKEY MAN

working on gifs of the newest quest but it’s important you all hear this straight from bruce’s mouth

[bluelinebratzdoll]

Dadbruce is confusion.

this was the best part of the new behind the b. notice how he hops out and quickly climbs back in.