#bruce thomas wayne

[undertheredhood]

the rest of the justice league: hey man, we get that he’s your son and all, but shouldn’t you do something about him?

bruce ‘that’s my precious baby boy’ wayne: i’m sorry, did you have to hold your son as he was dying in your arms? did you almost k*ll yourself trying to follow him to the afterlife? i don’t think so.

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

— alexithymia —

(n.) the inability to express your feelings

Warnings: pregnancy, implications of sex, slightest illusions to abortion

Summary: You had to tell Bruce about the consequences of one night.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Female Reader

Word Count: ~1.4k

Based on this post (there’s a chance I’ll write more for this)

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Bruce slowly nodded, eyes hardening and the emotion behind them too intense for you to grasp onto. You stood, in the middle of the vast drawing room that the butler, Alfred, had guided you to, the silence thickening as the quiet rang on for a few moments too long for your liking.

The pit in your stomach was growing by the second and you could feel the air in your lungs tightening. When your ribs finally felt like they were being squeezed, Bruce spoke. 

“Okay,” he said, voice cool and calculated, eyes drifting over your body as if trying to find some evidence that you were pregnant. Your eyes met his and you tried to figure out what he might be thinking.

Maybe he thought you were trying to trap a billionaire or maybe he wanted nothing to do with the baby, or you. Maybe he wanted to be a part of the baby’s life and maybe not yours. Maybe he wanted the baby to himself. 

That scenario scared you. Even though this whole pregnancy wasn’t planned, over the last two weeks and the first appointment, you had grown into the idea. It didn’t even matter to you whether or not he wanted to be in your lives, but you wanted the baby now.

You would find a way to support the child and yourself. But knowing the connections and power he held over you, with all the money he had, you knew it would be impossible to win a custody case.

You cleared your throat. “I’m going through with the pregnancy,” you whispered, as if that much wasn’t obvious. You wouldn’t have been here if that wasn’t what you had planned to do. You watched him nod slowly again, jaw clenching this time as his eyes left yours to pin to the floor in front of him. 

“Are you sure?” He asked lowly, his voice betraying a crack of emotion. He shook his head, gaze flitting up to meet yours in question. “Even if I don’t want to be a part of their life?” 

“Even then,” you replied evenly. The sun was dipping in the horizon, coating the drawing room in honey. You could see the hint of a subtle approvement in his eyes, but before you could dwell on it longer, he spoke again. 

“Okay.” It was one simple word that had no other context. You were starting to get annoyed with that word leaving his mouth. You opened your mouth to voice that annoyance, but he beat you to it. “I'll do it.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, the annoyance and nervousness fading behind the relief that made your shoulders loosen. Your brows raised slightly before falling and your eyes flickered around the room, his gaze too intense for you to keep. A shiver ran through you and you rubbed your arms to keep the chill out. 

You met his gaze, swallowing down the urge to snap at him for scaring you. “You’ll do it?” You asked with a hint of confusion and skepticism, not entirely convinced with how easily he accepted it. The stoic expression and the guards in his eyes gave you little to no reading on how he was truly feeling.

Even that night after the gala, he had been the slightest bit vulnerable before he had turned away, gotten dressed, and left the room without another word. It unnerved you. 

His Adam's apple bobbed as he nodded. “I am. I’ll take care of the baby and you. I’ll pay all the expenses that may arise—”

You cut him off with a scoff. “No.” You met his careful gaze, a hint of anger shimmering under your emotions at his implication. You didn’t come here for him to throw money in your direction. “I didn’t come here for you to pay for me and the baby. I can manage that.” 

His eyes dropped to the floor for a moment before meeting yours, confusion now etched into his eyes. “Then why are you—” he started before you cut him off again. 

“I just needed to tell you if you wanted—” you let out a deep sigh, frustration bubbling over the edge. You closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose, not believing the fact that he had thought you were here to make him pay.

Out of all the reasons you had to come here to meet him, to tell him that he was going to be a father, your baby’s father, money was not one of them. 

You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze, now a little calmer. “I wanted to know if you wanted to be a part of the baby’s life, Bruce,” you said slowly as if explaining something very precious. “Not to pay or take care of expenses, but as just a father. If you wanted to see the milestones—the teething, the first steps, words.” 

He blinked, confusion melting into relief and then something akin to disbelief. “As just a father?” He asked, almost testing the words out on his tongue.

Something about the way he asked tugged at your heartstrings. You knew he was always seeked out by the socialites for his money and power, but he was as reclusive and quiet as they could get. 

You just hadn’t realized the extent of his distrust. He was used to people asking for him to get either his money or power and, no doubt, had jumped to the conclusion that you wanted his money. 

You nodded. “A father. Nothing more or less, Bruce.” You could see the slight hesitation in his posture. The way he shifted his weight ever so slightly and eyes darted to the wall behind you in contemplation. “We could co-parent or have set days or holidays or something. We—we could figure it out. I just—it wouldn’t be fair to not tell you. That's why I came.” 

His blue eyes met yours again, softening at the edges. He nodded slowly, his tense shoulders drooping slightly, his blazer ruffling with the movement.

He took his hands out of his pocket, finally reaching down to the coffee table for the sonograms you had placed there when you had told him about the pregnancy. He stared at the photos, eyes raking down the sonograms. 

“How far along are you?” He asked, eyes not straying from the little blob that was supposed to still grow. He couldn’t see the hands or feet yet, but he seemed to be trying to find them anyway. 

“Around eight weeks.” When you spoke, his eyes darted to you, lips pressing together tightly. 

He nodded. “That would make sense.” His eyes flickered back to the photos, fingers tightening around it slightly, just enough for a crinkle to appear. You knew he was still hesitant to believe you, that you were carrying his baby and that you didn’t want his money. 

“It’s up to you,” you said cautiously, taking half a step closer to the coffee table between the two of you. You saw his eyes flick up and then back down. “Whether or not you want to be there for the baby. It’s up to you entirely.”

And it was. You never came to him with the intention of forcing something he didn’t want. If he didn’t want anything to do with the kid, you wouldn’t blame him. It was supposed to be a one night thing, not a whole lifetime of commitment to a whole other human being. 

You had chosen to be responsible for the growing fetus inside you. You wanted him to choose as well, without any pressure. 

He let out a low hum, hand lowering the sonogram pictures and meeting your gaze. His eyes softened. “I’ll be there for the baby,” he said slowly, nodding at you. “And you.” 

You blinked in surprise. “Bruce, I—”

“And you,” he repeated before you could try and protest. His voice was like steel, resolute and strong. You knew he wouldn’t be taking no for an answer this time. “The baby and you.” 

You could merely nod in response. You didn’t know what would happen or how you two would navigate through the next few months and then some years, but you knew he was determined to make it work. However that would be. 

[crossthread]

This is mostly fanon!batfam but I desperately want to read fics where Tim and Bruce have a complex relationship. Not complicated, complex. (Okay maybe a little complicated).

But what I mean is that essentially, Tim had to step up to a role parallel to a caretaker with Bruce, at least at the beginning of their relationship, and this would obviously stand to reflect on the dynamic they build later on. I don't want a complicated relationship between Tim and Bruce where Bruce essentially views Tim as a stand-in to Jason in the beginning or whatever. No, that's overdone and angsty and I don't particularly like it. I want a complex relationship, of essentially power dynamics, between Bruce and Tim because the entire reason Tim barged in on Bruce was due to the fact that his self destructive ways were bleeding into Batman, and he couldn't allow that. There's gotta be times Tim stepped in, and told Bruce no. There's gotta be times where he's pointed at a direction, and said, this way, instead. This was Tim taking care of a grownup who was in the depths of depression and self-destruction. This is essentially a 12 year old who was thrust into a caretaker role, but with a man who wasn't even his parent, who was essentially a stranger to him. There's gotta be times where Bruce would, I wouldn't go as far as to say deferred to him, but at least listened to him. And he wasn't Tim's father at the beginning. He wasn't Tim's anyone. There wasn't a previous relationship to build on between the two of them when Tim first became Robin.

So what I'm saying is, Bruce is Tim's father. But Tim's first relationship with him wasn't father or mentor or partner. Tim's first relationship with Bruce was of one where he was a dependent, to Tim, and that's gotta have some holdover on the relationship they have later on.

[officialbruciewayne]

… are you Bruce Wayne of Gotham?!

@tom-cobalt

Anything's possible.

[holly-natnicole]

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Edit: What the frick??!! Why did people give this post social media Likes??!! It's literally a reminder for myself that got posted too soon since I haven't drawn anything yet!!

[jasonsthunderthighs]

Mmh. Bruce roast. My favourite.

Batman Newspaper Comic (1990)

[juridical-angel-blog]

[projectbatman193]

My game style for the Caped Crusader! DCUO

[messi-mooni]

So mad at how long this took

[undertheredhood]

bruce 'tired single dad' wayne: *lecturing jason once again on something he did during a fight*

jason 'theatre kid extraodinare'' todd who immediately starts fake crying on the spot: do you just not love me anymore?

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

— energy —

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Bruce’s pride and Dick’s energy paired with your bet.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

A/N: A quick discussion with my boyfriend made this idea pop up in my head. It’s not my usual format for a drabble, but just going with it. Enjoy!

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Just imagining Bruce Wayne and you getting married young, high school sweethearts or something, and adopting Dick at 20.

Just imagine Dick, eight years old and full of unabashed energy, coming into your home, the big and vast Manor, and just running around all day with Bruce chasing him every damn time.

Bruce being able to keep up with his bursts of energy and never complaining about the amount of cardio he spends playing tag with this acrobatic boy.

And one day you offhandedly (totally planned) mentioned he’d never be able to keep up with Dick in the trampoline. And Bruce, never one to back down from a challenge and never letting his stubborn streak die, he takes you on.

Twenty bucks and a few kisses being the reward if he kept up with eight year old Dick.

Challenge accepted.

Bruce straightened up, a confident smirk still on his face. He took off his suit jacket and tossed it onto a nearby chair, rolling up his sleeves and loosening his tie.

“You're on,” he declared, his eyes sparkling with playful determination.

He approached Dick, who was still bouncing on the trampoline, blissfully unaware of the little challenge that you and Bruce had just agreed on.

“Hey, kiddo,” he called out to Dick. “Think you can out-bounce me?”

So it begins.

Just imagine the sight of the usually composed and dignified Bruce Wayne, bouncing on a trampoline with a rowdy eight year old, the springs groaning and protesting under their weight.

Dick would enjoy himself, laughing and giggling like a little maniac, while Bruce would be sweating and panting, his pride not allowing him to back down from the challenge.

And maybe at the end, when Bruce’s legs finally give out under him and he flops forwards unelegantly, landing on his stomach with a small ‘oomph’, Dick would look at you with a beam.

Then promptly jump and land on Bruce’s back unmercifully, lying down on the winded Bruce Wayne’s back.

Bruce Wayne who owed you twenty bucks and his precious 1963 Chevrolet Corvette was now yours for a week.

[batsandbirdsandothers]

Inspired by this post - Jason and Duke having glowy eyes and freaking Bruce out

Bruce: Have kids, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. I thought I was gonna shit my pants.

Dick: But they’re so adorable, aren’t they?

Bruce: Unfortunately yes.

[ultimate-marysue]

It's raining nonstop where I am so I'm just picturing the Batfam during a flood.

Red Robin uploads a TikTok from the safety of a roof saying "watch him go!" As Red Hood keeps trying to drive his bike against the current. A big wave comes by and he's slowly dragged downhill. The caption reads "don't drive during floods".

Batman and Robin are on the ground helping civilians out of cars when the intensity doubles and in minutes Damian goes from wading knee deep in the water to swimming. The emergency batfloaties get triggered and he floats away as Bruce fails to grab him by half an inch. "Robin serenely drifting in the current" becomes a meme.

Someone takes a picture of a very flustered spoiler trying to squeeze the water out of her cape. The second she lets go the weight of the water makes her fall ass over backwards. Black Bat ends up giving her her waterproof cape.

Signal makes mirages of sharks in the water to scare the shit out of any criminals. Oracle uploads the recordings with Benny hill as background music. Bludhaven escapes the worst of the storm and Nightwing sends pictures to the group chat patting the barely wet concrete just to rub it in. He still slips on a puddle and eats shit, Barbara sends that to the group chat.

[lovesick-joey]

the people wanted more youtube worldbuilding ^^

one | three

[jasonsthunderthighs]

Bruce: And what do we say when we get to work?

Jason: I wanna go home.

Bruce: No, we say ‘hello’ to our coworkers and then what do we do?

Jason: We say goodbye.

Bruce: Why?

Jason: Cause I wanna go home.

Bruce: No.

[noka-exe]

doomed family