#brcue wayne

[tinkerbelle05]

Okay but imagine Battinson driving to Kansa for a Batman case and then he just gets lost. Like yea, he traveled for years for training and all but he was mainly focused on the training aspect, not sightseeing. And to make matters worst (because if something can go wrong, with Bruce it most certainly will) he has a busted tire with no tools in sight to fix it.

“Um, excuse me, sir?” Bruce heard a young boy’s voice call out to him. It was two of them, they looked like carbon copies of each other so they must be siblings. Though to Bruce, they looked more like the time laps of a boy who hit a punk phase in his teen years.

This wasn’t exactly a busy street and in his 2 hours of being stuck here, Bruce had only seen 2 cars pass by. He wondered where these kids came from.

He puts on the “Brucie” mask and grinned, “Hello, is there anything you need fellas?”

He knew that Brucie Wayne was widely known throughout the US. He cannot let down his guard and let his cover blow, even if it’s just children who realistically probably had no interest in socialites from a different state.

The light of recognition and surprised hits the older boy's face and he exclaimed, “Your Bruce Wayne?!”

Knew it.

“Yes, I am. And what are y’all’s names?” He made sure to keep his voice light and his smile friendly and open.

“Um..that’s my brother, Jon, and my name’s Conner.” He stammered out. “We noticed that you weren’t moving and wanted to help.”

That was rather nice of the two boys but incredibly naive and unsafe. This could’ve easily been a ruse to lure in unsuspecting people who are too kind. But maybe that’s just the Gothamite in him speaking, you learn early on not to trust strangers, especially those who are being nice to you.

“Yea!” Jon excitedly confirmed and he looked over at Bruce’s car. “It seems like the front tire is busted. Conner can patch it up, he’s pretty good at this kinda stuff.”

It was Bruce’s turn to be surprised now. The boys were both now beaming at him, eager, and the desire to help written clearly on both of their faces. Even though Conner, did not look at all confident in his skills. But Bruce did need the help so he nodded.

While Conner was busy looking over the tire, Jon stayed behind to ask Bruce some questions. Some were getting pretty weird and into the dating part of his life. The boy would ask, “Are you single, sir?”

And before Bruce had the chance to answer, he’d give him another one and another one. He caught all of them of course and was getting ready to deflect. But then he saw the puppy smile and the little dimples. He wondered if the boy’s parents had this much trouble saying no to him.

He caved and answered yes to all of the questions but honestly, he never considered dating an option. He had many roles to fill and even more, secrets to keep that having a romantic partner seemed too out of reach for him to even entertain things like types or preferences.

“Would you date a divorced person with kids?” Jon asked with slight hope in his blue eyes. That was a rather odd and specific question.

What would Brucie say in this situation? What would Bruce say? Well, he had multiple kids at home so refusing someone else for having their own would be strange of him. “No, I would not mind.”

“That’s great,” came his reply.

“Um, Mr. Wayne, you wouldn’t mind if I called my Pa then? The tire needs to be replaced and he’s better than me when it comes to that part. I would also hate to accidentally mess up your car.” Conner told him and Bruce nodded once again.

A few moments later as Bruce and the boys converse in small talk, he saw a vibrant red pickup pulled up beside them and saw a god walk out. Tall and sun-kissed skin with waves of black hair and cornflower blue eyes. He was beautiful, there was nothing much to it.

“Hello there! My son called, said you needed some help with your car?”

All Bruce could do was nod and move out of the way so the man could work. He was used to feeling tongue-tied, gals he didn’t want to attend, and board meetings that could have easily been an email. But those were situations, not a singular person.

He looked up from his kneeling position-why the sun shine on him like that?- and introduced himself, “By the way, name’s Clark Kent. Let's see what we're working with here.” And then returned to his work.

Bruce nodded once again and the sounds of giggling children could be heard. They were giving their Dad encouragement.

It was much needed too, Clark looked like a fish out of water. Bruce knew how to replace the tire, he just didn't have any tools or a spare tire with him. Which was foolish of him, he knows. But he couldn't really think right now, with Clark in front of him. Plus, he didn't want to overstep Clark, maybe he had a process.

(Yes, a process that included staring at the tire and the spare he brought in his truck.)

After a very long 3 hours, Clark got the tire securely on and with no chance of falling off, as it did the last 3 times before.

Bruce cleared his throat, “Thank you, Mr. Kent.”

He flounders for a “your welcome” and then silence as they both stare at each other. “Would you like to go eat at a diner? It's rather hot so an ac and a cool drink might stop you from catching a heat stroke.”

Bruce thinks this over and nods, “Yes, that would be nice. What about your kids?”

Clark’s eyes made their way to them and before he gave an answer, Conner beat him to it.

“Oh, don't worry about us, Mr. Wayne. I got my driver’s license so I’ll drive us back home in Dad’s pickup. Let’s go, Jon.” The boy flashes his driver’s license for both men to see.

“Okay, get home safe, and re-“

“Yes, yes, we will remember to call you,” Jon says dismissively. He comes closer to give his father a hug (how cute, Bruce thinks) and whispers something.

Bruce couldn't catch what was said with Jon’s quiet voice and his head facing away. But whatever it was turned Clark into a blushing mess.

“Yes, I will. Off you go now.” Clark pushes his son into the direction of the pickup and turns to Bruce. “Shall we?”

“Yes, we shall.” Bruce says getting to the car. “I’ll pay for dinner, as a thank you. This is non-negotiable, Clark.”

He chuckles, “Okay, fine. But I get to drive then. Deal?”

“Deal.”

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[midnightpink]

through death and time

read it here on ao3

After a mission that takes Batman and Nightwing back twenty years in the past, they end up with time to kill. Bruce does what he does best: he finds a kid.

Luckily this one is already his.

by: sparkycap

Words: 2,782, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English 

Fandom: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd

Relationship: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Father-Son Relationship, Babies, Fluff and Angst, Post-Under the Red Hood Arc, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

me when I resort to my Crane style of violent dancing

from Batman Annual #19 (1995)

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Children of the forgotten

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UNn6Va by miricle_bunny “IT’S A GHOST SHIP SIR!” One of the lookouts yelled further down the barrier wall. “All men to arms!” Commodore Wayne yelled. “We will not lose this battle tonight! Tonight, the seas will be stained with the blood of those monsters that threaten our kingdom!” He unsheathed his sword and raised it in the air. “FOR KING AND COUNTRY! FOR JUSTICE! FOR GOTHAM!” Bruce’s men yelled in response, all repeating the same inspiring words just spoken to them by their commanding officer. Bruce sheathes his sword and turns back to one of his commanders. Or Commodore Brcue Wayne readies his men for battle against the pirates that are ready to take his island by force. But the priates are not as they seem, they are something more than priates. Something more than what could be described as human. Ghost Pirate Captain Dick Grayson readies his men to attack the Nocturnal island to rescue what was taken from his brother. Will he defeat the spineless slaves of the King of England? Words: 2951, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics), Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), DC Extended Universe, Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bernard Dowd Relationships: Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Bernard Dowd/Tim Drake Additional Tags: Mentioned Roy Harper, Mentioned Wally West, Mentioned Koriand'r (DCU), Alternate Universe - Pirate, Alternate Universe - Pirates of the Caribbean Fusion, Pirate Jason Todd, Pirate Dick Grayson, Cryptid Dick Grayson, Eldritch Jason Todd, Pagan Jason Todd, Protective Tim Drake, Pirate Tim Drake, Tim Drake Loves Bernard Dowd, Protective Jason Todd, Protective Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Hurt Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne Has a Heart, Pirates, Explosions, Blood and Injury, Magic, Hurt, Family Bonding, no beta we die like jason todd, Microsoft Word My Beloved, I don't know man, A sing inspired me so here we are read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UNn6Va

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I need Dad!jason meeting his wife for the first time. With Teddy. Plis.

"Where's-" Bruce watched Jason stop and look around the busy coffee shop, looking for his seven-year-old. The way he'd done countless times when one of the slipped away from him.

Bruce supposed he should have stopped Teddy from doing it, when he announced his intention to talk to the pretty girl sitting near the window, working diligently on a laptop between sips of tea. But. The look on Jason's face was just too good. And, Bruce reasoned she was a fairly public figure and it was a public place. At 10am.

It felt like pay back. And Bruce now understood why Alfred had always let the kids run absolutely amok in public.

"Jay really likes your show-"

"Oh? That's cool." You close your laptop and half turn to give the kid your full attention. Your eyes going warm. And Jason felt himself melt when Teddy offered you a hand to shake and you took it seriously. "Do you listen too?"

"Sometimes," he chirped, "I'm Teddy."

"Pleased to meet you, Teddy."

He beamed and you beamed and Jason felt his heart skip a beat. But when he hears Teddy start saying, "Jay really likes your-" Blood rushed to his face. He really didn't think you wanted to hear how attractive some random guy with a kid found your ass.

"Teddy!" he called, stepping closer, "C'mon dude. Grandpa is about ready to go and your coco is getting cold."

"Kay!" he said, skipping back to the table to tell Bruce that you were very nice.

"Sorry," Jason said, offering you a hand to shake, "Jason- I uh- I just looked away for a second and he was gone."

"It's okay," you answer, looking up at him, and taking his hand. "He's very sweet. And he was very polite about it."

"He's a," he cleared his throat, "He uh- pretty big fan. Me too, actually."

"That's nice," you hum, "A little father-son bonding over a grisly murder?"

"It's a family tradition," Jason said laughing, picking Teddy up when he felt a little hand tug his shirt.

"Can she come to the zoo with us?" Teddy asked.

"Teddy, dude," Jason said, shifting his weight, fumbling for what to say.

"I can't," you answer, smiling a little, "I've got recording to do today."

Teddy pouted, "Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow I'm headed to California- but," You grin mischievously at Jason, "Maybe when I get back we can get some coco."

"I like coco almost as much as Jay likes you," Teddy said beaming, pleased with himself. And not for the first time, as he shot a look over at Bruce, who raised his coffee cup in mock toast, he wondered why murder was illegal.

[johannepetereric]

Nobu Ohtaka--hey, is that like the Nobu from the Daredevil show???

[suspiciousbluejay]

The Signal: [Saving Bruce Wayne from a villain] "Your safe now Mr Wayne, I'm very sorry your very expensive Armani suit got destroyed in the rescue."

Bruce: [Glaring at Duke and whispering] "Is this because I spilled coffee on your white hoodie?"

The Signal: [Whispering] "My favourite white hoodie B and favourite"

Bruce: [Loudly so civilians can hear] "Thank you so much for saving me Signal." [Quietly] "This is coming out of your pocket money"

The Signal: [sets Bruce Wayne’s Bentley on fire and pushes it down the street]

Bruce: [is playing Brucie, stares at his car in shock]

The Signal: “sorry B, needed a distraction”

Bruce: [unimpressed, but holding his shocked look for any onlookers] “my phone was in there”

[lilyqueenoffrogs]

I’ve been seeing that Teenage Dirtbag trend where people show pictures of themselves when they were younger, and I’ve decided since I made that Teenage Dirtbag Au, I should add a little more to it!

So here are some ideas for the rat man himself Bruce Wayne:

So image with me if you will...

Picture #1

- late teen Bruce leaving a mosh pit with a bloody nose and a big grin on his face

Picture #2

- Bruce is sitting on a chair with his head tilted back while Harvey pours two bottles of what could only be liquor into his mouth

Picture #3

- Alfred is pulling a angry Bruce away from someone out of the shot who Bruce is yelling at

Picture #4

- a candid photo of Oliver and Bruce standing outside what looks to be a gala in ball gowns smoking

That’s all I got for now! Hope you enjoyed

Okay Bye

[aahsokaatano]

Max I would dearly dearly love to know more about QPP Bruce and Jim 👀👀

�� oh for sure Liz!!!

So this came about from me making a joke that was basically like

Broke: Bruce Wayne adopts all the orphans

Woke: Jim Gordan adopts all the orphans and keeps them at Wayne Manor bc his house is too small

And then it turned into "Brcue and Jim are co-parenting all the Batkids but Bruce doesn't realize that's what's happening" and now it's a QPP bc I am pushing my aroace Bruce agenda at every opportunity

SNIPPET:

Jim isn't really sure where it started.

(Well, that's a lie - it started when Batman showed up on the roof of the police department with a child in primary colors doing backflips. Or maybe it started when a man trying to become the local cryptid first showed up at his crime scene.)

He knew what the tipping point had been though, and he was also rapidly realizing that Batman didn't know.

Huh. Jim knew something Batman didn't.

He was going to enjoy this feeling as long as possible.

[gangrenados]

Baby headcanons with Bruce Wayne

I wanted to do this with all the batboys, but it was too long so we got batsy!!

Sorry if it's too ooc, I wanted a cute headcanon and it's too late to think that much lol 😔

•This might be the first time you have seen Bruce panic, the color drained from his face and it left him with a blank expression.

"Are you sure?" He asked slowly, marking every word in case you don't hear him . You frowned, unsure if he was opposed to the idea of having another child.

"Yeah, I'm pregnant." You spoke softly, almost like whisper. Bruce took the little plastic stick and watched amused those two lines, he was speechless.

"Oh God..."

•Bruce has to warm up to the idea of having another kid running in the mansion, it's not that he doesn't want to but he usually skips the pregnancy part and go straight to pick up the kid, you know? This is new for him.

•He overthink this, looking at this new situation from every single angle and the part of his mind who tells him to keep it it's strong enough to convince him.

•As I said before, Bruce usually skips the pregnancy part so it's not weird that he always is asking you how you feel or if need something. Every little craving, even if they're so weird it makes him grimace, is covered.

•The rest of the batfam was really surprised to know about the new addition. Internally they were like "Does this man doesn't get tired of having kids?"

•But hey, they congratulate you two with a big smile and welcoming arms (yes everyone, in this house the batfam is a happy, united family) and it's less to say they would kick the ass of whoever dared to mess with the little batbaby.

•I don't know why, but I like to think Brcue would buy almost any baby related thing he sees. You have a room full of baby clothes, toys, a beautiful crib you would want to cry of how beautiful it is and some many diapers...it's diaper mountain.

•Bruce likes to hold his little baby, it makes him feel calmer for some reason. Maybe it's because it's a reminder that everything is okay and his family is doing well, he doesn't want to think much about it.

•Also seeing him talking to the baby is the most cutest thing in the world. The baby will babble incoherent things and Bruce just nods, pretending he understands what this tiny human is saying and he responds with the most calm and sweet voice he have.

•He wants to be a better dad than he was to the others. Bruce doesn't want to commit the same mistakes again, he's terrified he might fuck up like he had done before...

•Bruce swears on his life he will try his best to keep his child safe and sound, he needs to and he will even if it cost his own life.

•There's a ridiculously high chance your kid would end up becoming a vigilante just like the rest of the batfam...good luck with that.

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[what-if-i-imagine]

Days to be Remembered (Fourth)

(4/5) Five birthdays Jason and Alfred remembered the most throughout their lives.

Ao3

(Jason)

“Jaylad,” his dad’s voice called, gradually pulling Jason from his sleep. “Jaylad, it’s time to get up.”

“Dun’ wanna,” Jason slurred, pulling the blanket farther over his head.

His dad chuckled, the sound vibrating across Jason’s skin, and gently pulled the blanket down again. Before Jason could try and pull the second blanket over his head, there was movement under him followed by the feeling of weightlessness.

Which is when he realized he wasn’t in bed at all, and what he was pulling on hadn’t been a blanket. He had fallen asleep on Bruce’s lap at the batcomputer, both his own and his dad’s cape pulled over him for warmth. The feeling of weightlessness had been caused by Bruce standing to carry him up the stairs and into the house.

Jason caught a glimpse of the time on the grandfather clock as it closed behind them and saw that it was around 5 a.m..

He had slept for five hours then.

“Happy birthday Jaylad,” Bruce whispered as he carried him through the halls,

“Thank you Dad,” Jason mumbled, curling more into Bruce’s chest.

“Alfred is going to have my head for letting you sleep in the cave the night before your birthday,” Bruce said.

“That I will,” Alfred’s voice startled Bruce based on his jolt. Bruce turned and Alfred was there, still in his pajamas, with his arms crossed over his chest. It was rare that Jason saw the man outside of his butler uniform, but it was one of Bruce’s rules as master of the house that Alfred couldn’t work on his birthday—a rule Jason had learned over the past two years to hate just as much as Alfred as Bruce didn’t let him go out as Robin all twenty four hours of August 16th.

“Happy birthday Alfie,” Jason mumbled, giving Alfred a sleepy smile.

“Happy birthday my dear boy,” Alfred smiled in return. He uncrossed his arms and held them out expectantly. His dad hesitated, his grip on Jason tightening for just a second, before he pressed a kiss to his temple and handed him over to his grandfather.

Alfred ran a hand through Jason’s hair and held him close, and Jason could feel all of his tension drain away. Jason smiled a little wider and snuggled into Alfred’s arms when he carried him to his room and laid down in his bed with him.

He had been trying for three years to break Jason of his co sleeping habits caused by being raised in a studio apartment with a pull out bed. He had been partly successful, with Jason now being able to fall asleep in a room alone, but he still tended to have panic attacks when he woke up alone in the middle of the night, and often seeked out Bruce when they got too bad. Their birthday happened to be the only day of the year Alfred would sleep in bed with him.

It was also the one day of the year Alfred was willing to sleep in later than 5:30 a.m. which meant Jason got to sleep in later with him.

Alfred fell back asleep first, but Jason wasn’t far behind. When he felt the strings of his consciousness slip away, he made a wish, even though he knew that was supposed to be saved for candles. He wished for this to never change.

(Alfred)

“I would like to request tomorrow off,” Alfred said.

Bruce looked up from his newspaper, eyebrows furrowed when he spoke, “Alfred, you always have your birthday off. You don’t have to request it.”

“I am aware,” Alfred nodded. “But I wanted to be sure you knew I would not be in the manor for the entire day. I will return before dinner with Master Dick though.”

“Thank you for telling me,” Bruce said. ”Will you be going out with Commissioner Gordon?”

“We will be meeting for breakfast.”

“It’s been a long time since you two had alone time,” Brcue said, his expression softening by a bit. “Have fun.”

“We will try,” Alfred gave a slight bow, and left the dining room.

Bruce never had to know that Alfred had not gone to his bedroom, but to Jason’s.

Alfred had enjoyed their shared birthday for a multitude of reasons. He would never admit that one of those reasons was that he always slept better on those two nights in those twenty four hours when he allowed Jason to indulge in his co sleeping habits.

When Alfred woke around 8 a.m. he quickly dressed and left for his breakfast with Jim.

Their breakfast was held at a cafe not far from the GCPD station, where they chose to sit outside at a table in the slightly chilled air. Jim carried most of the conversation, knowing Alfred was too emotionally tired to do so at the moment. When they parted, Jim surprised him with a ghost of a kiss and a soft smile.

“We need to go out together more often,” Jim said.

“We do,” Alfred agreed. They didn't speak of further plans, or make promises they couldn’t keep. That had been the issue with their first attempt at a relationship, not emntioning the act of being a same sex couple in that time. They were both busy men, but they would always find a way to make time for each other, even if that time was months and years apart.

Jim walked Alfred to his car, and kissed him one last time before Alfred drove away.

He stopped by the bookstore first. He needed to pick out a birthday present for Jason, and had waited until the last minute, something very unlike him. He ended up buying copies of Persuasion and Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen, and the Hamlet, Macbeth, and King Lear editions of No Fear Shakespeare. He of course knew Jason loved to read the shakespearean plays in their original form, and was intelligent enough to have understood everything that happened in them without the modern english adaptations, but he also knew Jason had been eyeing these editions for months.

Alfred then took a stop at a flower stand, grabbing a bouquet of white lilies and whire roses, then took a stop by a chili dog stand. He carefully wrapped his chili dog to save for lunch, and drove across Gotham to his true destination.

Jason Todd-Wayne. Loving son, grandson, and friend. May you rest in the light.

Alfred took a seat in the grass in front of the four month old grave. He first laid the books down, then the flowers, and smiled.

“My dear, sweet boy,” Alfred said. No one was there to see it, so he let the tears silently fall down his cheeks and into the grass. “Happy birthday. Fifteen is quite the special year. Master Dick has told me sophmore year was his favorite. I’m not sure you would enjoy your reading list, so I brought you some books to read on the side to keep your wits about you.”

How Alfred wished he were spending his birthday in a park like he had his thirty third, and not in a graveyard where his grandson had been buried next to a woman he had only known for a day.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Children of the forgotten

by miricle_bunny “IT’S A GHOST SHIP SIR!” One of the lookouts yelled further down the barrier wall. “All men to arms!” Commodore Wayne yelled. “We will not lose this battle tonight! Tonight, the seas will be stained with the blood of those monsters that threaten our kingdom!” He unsheathed his sword and raised it in the air. “FOR KING AND COUNTRY! FOR JUSTICE! FOR GOTHAM!” Bruce’s men yelled in response, all repeating the same inspiring words just spoken to them by their commanding officer. Bruce sheathes his sword and turns back to one of his commanders. Or Commodore Brcue Wayne readies his men for battle against the pirates that are ready to take his island by force. But the priates are not as they seem, they are something more than priates. Something more than what could be described as human. Ghost Pirate Captain Dick Grayson readies his men to attack the Nocturnal island to rescue what was taken from his brother. Will he defeat the spineless slaves of the King of England? Words: 2951, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics), Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), DC Extended Universe, Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bernard Dowd Relationships: Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Bernard Dowd/Tim Drake Additional Tags: Mentioned Roy Harper, Mentioned Wally West, Mentioned Koriand'r (DCU), Alternate Universe - Pirate, Alternate Universe - Pirates of the Caribbean Fusion, Pirate Jason Todd, Pirate Dick Grayson, Cryptid Dick Grayson, Eldritch Jason Todd, Pagan Jason Todd, Protective Tim Drake, Pirate Tim Drake, Tim Drake Loves Bernard Dowd, Protective Jason Todd, Protective Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Hurt Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne Has a Heart, Pirates, Explosions, Blood and Injury, Magic, Hurt, Family Bonding, no beta we die like jason todd, Microsoft Word My Beloved, I don't know man, A sing inspired me so here we are via https://ift.tt/2UNn6Va

[my-one-love-is-music]

Bruce gets Diana babysits Damian, Dick, Tim, Jason, and Stephanie because he doesn’t trust them to take care of themselves while he and Alfred are away.

For Write 365 Day 39!

Diana heard the crashes through the front door and immediately went into high alert. Bruce Wayne was an elite member of Gotham society and even if his kids were capable of fighting off any attackers, that didn’t mean there wasn’t someone who would have the gall to try and stage an attack on the family. Especially if they knew Bruce would be away, which, because of the nature of the event he was attending, everyone around the globe probably knew he would be gone.

She kicked the front doors open and rushed inside among the splintering wood, ready to immobilize any threat. What she was met with instead was not what she was prepared for. Bruce had warned her they could be rambunctious at times, but she thought since most of them were older and mature and able to handle their own patrols, a weekend alone wouldn’t be a problem.

Dick was swinging from the chandelier, Tim and Damian were pulling each other’s hair and arguing over a remote and maybe some snacks, Jason and Stephanie weren’t anywhere nearby, but she could smell something cooking and suspected that’s where the two of them were.

They all froze at the sound of the doors busting open and watched her with wide eyes. Diana dropped out of her fighting stance and took a deep breath.

“Bruce did remember to inform you that you would not have the Manor to yourselves while he was away, correct?”

She looked at them individually. Dick had the decency to look sheepish and took the initiative to flip down from the light fixture. Damian and Tim separated.

“Hey, what’s going on-” Jason stopped short after walking in from the kitchen. He was donning Alfred’s apron and there was chocolate splattered over the white cloth.

“Let’s get things in order, shall we?” Diana said. “What are you doing in the kitchen Jason?”

“Uhhh…”

“Jason what’s going on?” Stephanie hollered before stepping up behind Jason, chocolate smudged on her cheeks and flour in her hair.

“Cake?” Jason finished.

“Have you thought about dinner?”

He shook his head.

“The cake will have to wait until you’ve had a proper meal. I suggest you start planning and find something to make and keep Stephanie occupied.”

“Hey!” she protested. 

Jason nodded, dumbly, staring a little too obviously at Diana before turning and walking back into the kitchen and dragging Steph by the collar of her shirt even as she kicked and tried to pull free from his grip.

“Right, the three of you,” she said, looking back at Damian, Dick, and Tim. “You are going to come with me down to the Cave.”

They all shared a look but dutifully followed her down to the Cave. Diana pulled two staffs from the array of practice weapons they kept on hand. She gave one to Damian and one to Tim. They looked down at the staffs in their hands like they were two-headed snakes before looking at each other and then back at Diana.

“What…” Tim started and cleared his throat. “What are we supposed to do with these?”

“What everyone does when they have a conflict, you’re going to fight out your anger and frustrations in battle so that you may come off the mat stronger and more connected.”

Dick snorted behind them and Diana looked over her shoulder at him.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

She nodded and looked back at Damian and Tim. “Well?” she asked. “I won’t allow you to sit at the dinner table until you’ve put this issue behind you.”

“Um…Diana?” Dick asked. “I’m not sure that’s really going to work…”

“Nonsense. Go on.”

Damian and Tim reluctantly took their spots opposite each other on the mat. Their hesitation fell away quickly and they met in the center of the mat with a crack of wood against wood. Diana nodded, a smile pulling at her lips before she turned to Dick.

“And now for you.”

“Me?” Dick asked and swallowed.

Diana walked over to the training equipment with Dick following her. She stopped at the trapeze that had been first installed when Brcue took him in as a child.

“Since you so enjoy dangling from things I suggest you do it in a much more acceptable manner. You may play until dinner is ready.”

Dick looked at the trapeze a little uncertainly. As much as he loved being able to enjoy himself and his circus roots, he felt ridiculous being back down there in the Cave. Reluctantly, he set foot on the ladder and climbed to the top, grabbing onto the bar.

The first swing was as wonderful as it always was, it sent adrenaline running through his veins and reminded him why he loved flying so much and the circus. Before he even realized it, he was letting out a raucous laugh that echoed back to his first years as the Robin he’d been, fighting alongside Batman.

Diana looked over the progress that had been already been made in the Cave and smiled before turning on her heel. She had a pair of chefs to check up on.

By the time Bruce and Alfred returned from their weekend away they were shocked to find the fridge stocked with food almost as good as Alfred’s. Tim and Damian were sparring as they had been all weekend and actually smiling at each other even if it was in a more challenging way. But there was some muffled laughter thrown in there too.

Dick couldn’t be parted from the trapeze and other gym equipment and Diana was sparring against both Jason and Stephanie. The house was still standing and none of his kids were dead, bleeding, or fighting. In the metaphorical sense anyway.

Bruce made a mental note to ask Diana how she’d managed to keep them all under control. Or maybe he’d just let her spend more time with his kids. She was a good influence. Especially when they all turned and smiled at him when he walked in to find them getting along. Before Diana put both Jason and Stephanie on their backs that is.

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How was the scene between Ra's al Ghul and Jeremiah Valeska ?

Absolutely crazy!!! I’m so hyped about how this is gonna play out! I wouldn’t have expected Ra’s to be a player in this and rather for him to return in a later season. Jeremiah is already slowly becoming obsessed with Brcue so let’s see what Ra’s has in mind for him and how “this is all about Bruce Wayne”..

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"It was a good fifteen or so years before your time, so the victims might not mean much to you. They did to this city, though... And you, must know who the kid is.. can't escape him on the news these days.." "Thomas and Martha Wayne, Bruce Wayne's parents. This is the case you want me to take over?" "Yes. I honestly don't know if it's solvable.. But maybe you can find out things in ways I never could.. I'll tell you something else, too.. Since I'm a sick old man now and that's my prerogative.. I don't believe Brcue Wayne murdered that woman, either." "Really?" "See? Some people say that we can never know what a man is capable of, but I worked homicide for too many years to believe that.. I can tell just by looking at a person whether they're a murderer or not. You probably can, too.." "Most of the time." "And the fact is, most of us have defining moments in our lives.. Things that make us who we are.. Mostly these moments are tragedies.. The defining moment of Bruce Wayne's life was that night, in that alley, watching his parents die.. Everything he's done since then is a direct result of that moment, whether he knows it or not.. That moment where his innocence was ripped away. And I was there. I looked into his eyes.. looked into them plenty of times over the next ten years, too.. That boy was changed that night, for sure.. But it wasn't into a killer." - Batman Vol 1 #603(2002)

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Teenage Dirtbag (a no power AU)

Okay so this idea has been rolling around in my skull and it finally hit the wall. 

Picture if you will: young Dick, Jason, and Tim cleaning up the attic when they find Bruces old yearbook from High School. Now they think that he’s gonna be like some giant nerd or a kind of goof, but to their surprise they find out that Bruce was a horrible little punk from the age of 14-20.

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Pt.2 is up

Okay bye