#civilian bruce

[nyxyooni]

Honey Ties

sooooo this is for @bruciemilf bc every single time they bring up civilian!bruce wayne i feel like going insane. so i hope this is to ur liking!!! 

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"At the very least, we get to spend the whole day together," Bruce bounced Damian in his arm, kissing his soft cheek when the baby turned to look at him, "it'll be fun!" Kissing the baby one more time Bruce began making his way downstairs, sure it was far too late for either of them to have barely woken up, especially for Bruce. However, the entire week had been on the busier side, what with a sudden spike of rogue attacks which meant that the ER had been that much more active. Then there had been trouble at the company with some of the WE Board members suddenly deciding to make Tim's company life difficult...

All in all, Bruce was tired and just wanted to get some good sleep, thankfully his kids seemed to have picked up on his desire for rest since the moment he got home from the hospital last night and almost immediately crashed onto his bed not once was he woken up. A miracle considering just how many kids he had and how much they loved his attention but they were good kids so, of course, they would want the best for their dad.

Smiling Bruce turned to look at Damian who turned to look at him at the same time, it was for only a moment that they looked at each other before the baby laughed brightly and rushed to look away as he brought his hands up to his mouth, it was a developing habit of his, covering his mouth whenever he laughed. Bruce found it ever endearing, chuckling he bounced the baby all the while he walked to the dining hall.

"What is it? Hm?" Nuzzling Damian's soft cheek with his nose Bruce asked, "why are you hiding?" His voice was but a whisper and although his eyes still felt heavy and sticky, and there was a certain ache to his muscles that throbbed all the way down to his bones Bruce's hold on his baby was secure and warm. "Baba is the happiest when his sweet baby is," pressing one final kiss onto Damian's cheeks he pulled back.

By now Bruce was basically shuffling through the doors of the dining hall. Adjusting Damian against his ribs he zeroed in on one of the only two places at the large table that had been set up with just the right amount of food.

Making his way over Bruce kissed the top of Damian's head as he lowered him down onto the baby's highchair despite it not being that old it appeared to be in desperate need of repairs. If he had known how excited Damian would get with utensils in his hands then Bruce would've asked for stronger, durable wood but alas...

"I'm not going anywhere..." his voice was soft as he placated the baby when he started to whine, it was always like that when Damian left his arms, "see, I'm right here, sweetheart." Settling in his own chair Bruce smiled fondly at the baby when he noticed tears beginning to gather in his eyes, "it's just until we finish breakfast," barely leaning over he rubbed right under the baby's teary eyes, crooning gently as he did. "There we go..."

"I see that the baby isn't too fussy today," Alfred's voice reached both of their ears at the same time that his footsteps did, "maybe he's finally getting used to eating in the highchair while you're present, Master Bruce." He spoke as he poured the man at the table orange juice, "At least I hope it's that."

Smiling Bruce picked up the glass and drank from it, watching as Alfred poured some watered-down apple juice into Damian's sippy cup so he could emulate his father to his little heart's content.

Smacking his lips softly Bruce set down his glass so he could pick up a small bowl of oatmeal with an even smaller spoon in it, turning to Damian he laughed quietly when he saw the baby's bright expression. Towards the meal rather than his father, surely.

Bruce fed Damian like how he always did, humming loudly while mimicking over-exaggerated eating motions, whenever it came to this there was no shame in Bruce's mind to process, never for his little baby.

"So... did the kids eat breakfast..?" Bruce's words were loose, concentrated on scooping the food that slipped through Damian's lips and down his chin back into his mouth but he still needed to know so he flickered his eyes up to Alfred for a second.

Humming the butler began prepping a plate for Bruce given how the man was far too occupied to even be thinking about himself, "with the exception of Master's Dick and Jason, yes," setting the plate in front of the man Alfred then moved on to pouring more juice in the half empty glass from before, "they had mentioned about being busy with work, at least that was what Master Dick had said, Master Jason, offered no details other than being 'busy.'"  

Happy with the amount of oatmeal Damian had eaten Bruce leaned back into his chair before giving the baby a piece of cantaloupe to either eat or play with, turning to look at Alfred, Bruce nodded, "and Duke made it to school on time?" He had learned, much like everyone else that Jason was better left to his own devices, he would come back home no matter what. He always did. He was a good boy.

"Naturally," moving the almost empty bowl of oatmeal aside Alfred waited until Bruce had started eating before he kept going, "Miss Stephanie and Barbara stopped by for breakfast before taking Miss Cassandra out for some fun, they had spoken something about a new mall opening in Metropolis," peeking over at Bruce he was relieved when he saw the man digging into his food, well, Bruce Wayne's version of 'digging in' at the very least. "Master Tim left rather late but I didn't hear about any important meetings today so there's no reason to worry."

With that Bruce was all caught up for today.

Picking up his glass of juice Bruce took slow sips from it while turning to look at Damian who had actually eaten the fruit and was now staring at his father with ever-green eyes. Placing the glass back down Bruce sighed, pouting as he grabbed the cloth off his lap to wipe the baby's cheeks clean, "seems like it's just you and me for the rest of the day," Damian babbled as he smacked his sticky hand onto the highchair table, "that's right, sweetheart, the two of us and Alfred," looking up at the man with a smile he cleaned Damian's hands as best he could before picking him back up.

The sequel of delight Damian let out as he once again returned into his father's arms made both men present laugh, "I'm certain that Young Master Damian will enjoy himself greatly today." Alfred gently nudged the baby's cheeks, a smile playing on his lips.

"Of course, he will! It's not like he can leave," kissing the still a little sticky cheek of the baby, Bruce smiled at Alfred, "thank you for the meal," taking hold of one of Damian's small hands Bruce waved it around as he bounced the baby, "c'mon, sweetheart, let's say thank you to Alfred for the food!"

It was one thirty-six in the afternoon by the time Damian was bathed, squealing and splashing while a drenched Bruce laughed in a bathroom that multiplied the joy by twenty and more and more and a little more.

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"We should attend the next gala with Bruce, all of us," Dick muted the video feed of Bruce bathing Damian to look over at his younger brother who was wiping blood off his knuckles.

Snapping his head up Jason pulled a face of confusion and light disgust, "I'm sorry? What the fuck did you just say?"

Rolling his eyes Dick threw his head to the side, "I said—"

"No, I meant why?" Tossing the dirty, blood-stained rag he had used to clean his hands Jason walked all the way to where Dick was sitting in front of a computer. "We're busy as it is these days with the rogues and these motherfuckers!" Yelling in the direction he had just come from a couple of whimpers rang back, "why do you want to make it worse for us?"

Groaning Dick sprung up from the rickety chair he had been sitting in, not caring about the fact that he had probably broken it given the splintered crack that came from it the moment it hit the floor. "Because! Jason! We haven't spent time with him and he misses us!" Staring at his younger brother Dick tried to lock eyes with him, "everyone knows you miss him."

"Shut up," gritting through his teeth Jason turned all the way around, he knew he should've worn his helmet, "plus! This is something that should be discussed at large, with everyone not just between the two of us—"

"Duke and the girls already agreed," Dick's voice cut through Jason like a hot knife to butter.

Whining, Jason threw his arms out, dropping his shoulders the lowest they could get to all the while he tipped his head back, "but a gala?!" Turning to his brother Jason pulled the most miserable expression he could muster.

All Dick did was hit the mute button on the computer.

"Will you leave me when you get all grown up too?" Bruce's voice filtered through the unfortunately really good speakers of the laptop, he was speaking in the soft little tone that made the edges of his voice crack. "I really hope you don't, my sweet little baby, you won't leave your Baba alone, right?" Dick and Jason stared at each other, an expression of heartbreak slowly making its way onto both of their faces. Damian's excited baby babble made their father laugh, airy and so dear to them, "of course you won't!" After that the tall-tale sound of kisses and baby squealing came through before Dick put the feed on mute again.

Clicking his tongue Jason crossed his arms, "fucking alright! We'll go to the gala tomorrow!" Quickly making his way over to the guy he had been working on just a few minutes ago Jason glared down at him hard. Now that he was pissed and maybe a little embarrassed work would go by a little swifter. "So... you were saying..."

By the time they were done cleaning up the warehouse, leaving it in much the same empty desolate state it had been a couple of days ago it was the sun was low in the sky. Seeing as they were both messes and couldn't just show up to the manor with dried blood speckled here and there they stopped by one of Jason's safe houses to get cleaned up before finally making their way home.

"Is Duke not home?" Flicking through his phone Jason buckled his seat belt while Dick got himself situated in the driver's seat, "doesn't he get out of school around three?"

"There was an attempted bank robbery a couple of blocks from his high school," turning the car on Dick looked back over his seat as he slowly began to pull out of their parking spot, "Cass, Steph and Babs ran into trouble of their own so their date unfortunately lasted a little longer than they thought it would."

Now on the road, it was just a matter of how fast Dick drove and whether Gotham traffic would be on their side or not.

Relaxing in his seat Jason dropped his phone onto his lap, "huh, but didn't they go to Metropolis?"

Nodding Dick flicked his eyes over at him for a second before going back to the road, "they did but it seems like a brand new mall opening is too hard to pass up," back on one of the main roads he settled further into the car seat, "Babs called earlier and said that Superman had taken care of things so they're probably already on their way here."

"And Timmy's busy at the big office..." Turning to look out of his window toward the impressive Wayne Enterprise Tower Jason sighed, today was supposed to be the day where they could all hang out with their father, the girls had even gone out of town to get him a little something but it seemed that nothing went their way. "We really did leave him alone, huh?"

Patting his leg Dick smiled and even with hints of sadness it still managed to be cheerful, "come on Jaylad! He wasn't completely alone, he had Damian and Alfred with him, you know how much he likes spending time with Dami," taking a turn, careful with how close the lanes were on this particular stretch of road Dick leaned forward a little, "plus, you know that everything—"

"—we do is for him. Yeah, I know Dick, but that doesn't mean I can't hate the way he feels so alone when we leave him." Bringing his elbow up to the windowsill of the car door he pressed his mouth into the palm of his hand, staring at the cars going the same speed as them, following the ones going faster until another took their place Jason allowed his body and mind to relax. "I just... I don't want him to miss us..."

"I don't either, none of us do," changing lanes Dick tried not to remember those nights when he was new to the manor, waking up because the memories still weren't memories and finding himself outside of Bruce's room, hearing him crying to people long gone to stay, to please stay! Swallowing quickly boiling emotion he looked over to his younger brother for a second before returning back to the road, "so we have to make it up to him as best we can."

Jason said nothing, merely continued to stare off into the distance out of the car window before he inhaled quietly, "I miss him." His voice was sticky as if his throat had somehow melded together after a while of not talking. "I always miss him..." Quietly he confessed to the slowly fogging glass of the window, away from his brother and even further from his father.

Smiling, Dick kept on driving.

[aalghul]

once again thinking about jason as duke’s robin. he’s ~4 years younger than jason, and that puts him at 8-12 during Jason’s time as robin. that’s prime time to get attached to your local kid vigilante before your own life goes downhill.

and if we try to keep duke’s meeting with bruce in zero year + duke’s age (so he can remember the meeting and hold that conversation with bruce), he has to be around 8. if he starts following batman through the news at that time because of the mess that just happened, the robin he sees is probably jason. I’ve literally connected the dots

[noxcheshire]

Back again with Danny being adopted by other batfam members.

But this time I thought of the absolute comedy of Damian, tiny squirt and five apples tall, deciding that he is now a father to a grown ass teenage Danny.

It was an accident and had never been his intention to adopt another being.

But it had been placed into Damian’s head that in order to be a potential Batman he had to have his own Robin. And the only way to have his own Robin was to have a child, similar to the way that Father would pick up the various children and teenagers amongst them.

Damain had a very specific list of requirements for his potential child-Robin. Danny did not meet any of those requirements, and yet here Damian was having forged papers for the now Daniel Al Ghul-Wayne, and beginning the treacherous affair of introducing his son to the family.

Danny twisted his new shirt sleeve with a frown. It was a nice green silk that complimented the little green that resided in his son’s eyes. Damian wished to bring out the many carefully crafted features of Danny that could match to Damian. Having his eyes pop, wild hair brushed and losing the battle to nervous hands, would have to do.

At least until Damian taught Danny his mother tongue and began the care of his culture and soon to be heritage.

[ky-landfill]

[avasem]

Secret identity shenanigans

[dcxdpdabbles]

Damian: Father, where is Alfred? I need his counsel on an issue. Bruce: He stepped out for some errands, but I can help in his place. What's the issue? Damian: No. Even I am more knowledgeable in the ways of the heart than you. I shall wait for Alfred's return. Bruce mouthing: In the ways of the heart? Later that evening: ........ Bruce: Did Damian talk to you about his problem today, Alfred? Alfred: Yes, Master Bruce. The lad seemed to be sweet on a classmate and was seeking guidance on how to approach the young man. Bruce: Why didn't he come to me!? I could help him! Alfred: Seeing as you failed to get Jack Fenton to glance in your direction, let alone consider you a romantic partner, I fail to see how you would help Master Damian with Danny Fenton. Bruce: Jack Fenton has a son!? A son Damian fancies!? Alfred: Yes, he does. Interestingly enough, I had a similar conversation with your father back when he learned Anthony Fenton's son was Jack. Bruce: I can't believe this. It's always the Fentons. WHY CAN'T THEY EVER LOVE US BACK?! Alfred: Well, you know what they say. The third time is the charm. Perhaps Master Damian will have better luck than you or your father did. Bruce: Do you really belive that? Alfred: Oh not at all. I've seen the way Mr.Fenton looks at Master Damian. That is not the expression of a boy who fancies someone. Rather, I would say it's the one a butcher aims at a cow for slaughter. Bruce sighing: And the cycle of heart break contuines.

[glitter-stained]

Bats and Birds jobs headcanons that I will defend with my life, mostly from my civilian AU:

Barbara: works at a library, will hack your company to help you figure out flaws in the system for money on the side

Dick: retired Olympic gymnast, gymnastic teacher

Cass: part time professional wrestler, in a duo with Steph

(Edit edit: it has been pointed out to me that some people just don't like feelings which I didn't consider, so I did take off the therapy part because she wouldn't want to do it, but I still think it would be so interesting to see her volve about it)

Jason: writer (novelist + ao3, he has the range), part time barista at some point

Steph: definitely works part time at a movie theatre, I also picture her being a professional wrestler for some reason, in a duo with Cass

Tim: unclear if he's doing freelance investigation journalism or private detective work but either way he likes figuring stuff out (it's a lot of cheating husbands and he doesn't dislike it)

Duke: escape room owner and designer, the trickiest puzzles in the American continent, aesthetics, vibes and personality like you won't believe it

Damian: professional painter, volunteers at the animal shelter every day.

Bruce: trophy wife

Harper: whatever the fuck Michael Reeves has going on

Cullen: editor (Jason's professional AND ao3 beta but neither has any idea the three identities are connected)

Lucius Fox: CEO of Wayne enterprise

Luke Fox: mechanical engineer

Kate Kane: rich heiress, competitive MMA fighter when she feels like it

[theresstilltime]

an attack at a gala?

[envysparkler]

“And if you could trade this one for the dead one, son for son, would you do it?”

For an instant, the image flashed into his head, seductive and alluring—Jason back, Jason home, Jason alive—before it vanished, leaving behind a young boy broken in pieces and Jason’s horrified expression.

“No,” Bruce said hoarsely, and it tore at him, but he could never trade one life for another.

“No?” Hood repeated, voice harsh.

“Because then I’d have no sons,” Bruce said quietly.

“Gave up on the dead brat already, huh.”

Bruce wished he could punch Hood and wipe the stupid sneer off his face.

“If I exchanged an innocent life to bring Jason back,” Bruce said, struggling to keep his voice level, “Then he would never speak to me again.”

[nyxyooni]

(3) Honey Ties

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hello! i'm back!!! i know its been a little over a year, trust me. out of all the fics that i have not updated this is the one that haunts my nightmares the most. BUT enough of that, im here! this is here!!!!! not only is this an update, but ive also just made up my mind, literally as im typing this out as to what this whole thing is gonna be. and im thinking of a slice-of-life-esque collection of loosely connected chapters with very little plot scattered about.

and! before you continue, this is also my informal invitation for you, my dear and wonderful readers, to make requests for any future updates! i'll make another update as to what im comfortable with writing for this particular story later! so, without further ado, lets go!

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In retrospect, the man kept a decent amount of distance between himself and Bruce, one hand was steadily holding out a flute of champagne while the one next to Bruce clutched the opposite lapel of his suit jacket. Really, he was most likely leaning closer to their father simply to speak clearly to him. His eyes, although hard to see through the glare of the glasses covering them were looking at Bruce's face with respectful interest, an easy smile on his moving lips. There was nothing scummy about the man, nothing threatening—well except maybe for the sheer size of him but then again, his shoulders were slumped, rounded despite their broadness.

"Jason!" Hissing as he reached a hand to the bigger man in front of him, so close to being able to grab him, and lamenting when his hands failed short a mere inch. At least Jason wasn't bulldozing people out of the way, small victories he guessed. "Jason!" Near desperate Dick threw himself at the hulking figure of his younger brother stuttering to a stop just as Jason froze, suddenly becoming a brick wall. "Jason for the love of god, get your issues under control you absolute freak—"

And they were right in front of Bruce and the stranger, except that the stranger wasn't a stranger at all.

"Mr. Kent?" Straightening in order to stand next to his brother, Dick suddenly felt a little stupid for being even remotely suspicious of Clark Kent, granted he hadn't known it was him, but still, the man couldn't hurt a fly even if he tried.

"Hm? Oh!" Straightening up with a little jolt Clark Kent patted his free hand against his thigh, letting go of the suit to reveal the fact it didn't quite fit properly but he was smiling gently, dimples sinking into his tan cheeks, "hello, Mr. Grayson, Mr. Todd." Nodding at both of them, voice sure and body steady. "I don't mean to be rude or overstep my boundaries, but it is a wonder to see you at one of these events, Mr. Todd."

Huffing, relaxing at long last Jason popped out one of his hips as he crossed his arms, beside him Dick also deflated, taking a nice, slow deep breath and lifting his head to smile at the reporter. "Mr. Kent, you know how we feel about you addressing us like that," Dick would probably say out loud in his next interview, that Clark Kent was his favorite reporter of all time. Something about the man felt incredibly warm.

Laughing, somehow in a way that felt like walking out onto the porch of a country house on a warm summer morning, Clark Kent's smile grew. It dulled the intricate glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.  "And if I remember clearly, I said that the only way I would stop was if you would stop calling me as such," peeling away fully from Bruce and the baby, Damian following the movement with a small sway of his body, Clark stood a couple of steps away from their father, "in that regard, I can see the family resemblance..."

It was slow, it was gentle, and somehow, despite being in the middle of a gala, full of old, rich people with money stuffed all the way up their asses, they looked at each other as though they were alone. Dick took a step closer, his body moving on its own.

"I am here to pry. What is a man such as yourself doing here, Mr. Kent?" Jason's voice cut through Dick, it made little baby Damian snap his head over with his mouth open. Only Bruce remained serene, with a gentle smile as he looked at everyone gathered around him, gently bouncing Damian. "Out of all the stuck-up people who just love to talk about themselves, you're here, bothering our father and—"

"Jason..." Bruce's voice wasn't hard, it never was, and never had been, and if Dick were to bet money on it, couldn't be. "Let's not be rude, Mr. Kent and I were just having a nice conversation," in his arms the baby seemed to focus on Clark Kent, body leaning over, to stretch out towards the reporter, hands flailing and mouth moving in words that were not words and could not be heard over all the other noise. "What is it, baby, hm?"

Moving Damian, shifting him so that he held him up in front of his face from somewhere under his shoulders, hands wrapped securely around his body, cradling his ribs. However, Damian leaned over to the side, hands reaching and reaching. Toward Clark Kent.

All four of them stared at the baby, shock clear across their faces, Clark Kent stared blankly until a smile broke out on his face, so very unlike the previous one. Somehow it shined brighter, it made Dick take half a step back and made Jason go rigid. It was obvious, he was whole-heartedly and unabashedly endeared with the little bundle of joy currently trying to claw his way into his arms and out of his father.

Raising a hand, curled weakly, Clark Kent used two of his fingers to pinch the baby's cheeks, he did not take Damian into his arms the way the baby wanted, but he did give him attention. The man stepped closer, hunched down so that he could look into those priceless jewel-green eyes, and smiled. "I don't know, baby, maybe you should stay with your daddy?" It was near deafening, the soft tenor and sway of Clark Kent's voice amidst the maddening constant buzz of the crowd around them. "Who is he gonna hold if I'm the one holding you, hm?" Letting go of the soft supple skin to instead gently rub with the back of his index finger the man smiled again.

Damian whined, high and reedy and short, he wriggled one last time and sighed. As though a wave of sleepiness hit him all at once he settled against Bruce's chest. Blinking slowly and instinctively moving his hand up to his mouth so he could suck on his curled fist.

No one moved, no one made so much as a sound. Even when around them the buzz seemed to be near a delirious height the baby's body relaxed, chest rising and caving slowly and steadily like. Damian had fallen asleep.

Awestruck, Dick reached out to gently poke one of Damian's soft, chubby cheeks as though he couldn't possibly believe what the baby had done. It wasn't that Damian struggled to sleep, at least not when he was comfortable and in a quiet peaceful space, not silent, the baby seemed to love the sound of their father's voice, or the soft chirping of birds, the trickle of water from a stream, the pitter-patter of gentle rain. Never silent, simply calm. The beating of their father's heart as he slipped away into slumber atop his chest.

Damian disliked loud, chaos that held no rhyme not reason, crashes, bangs, or pops, just like any baby. Damian loved the sound of his family, just like any baby.

"Well, would you look at that," gently maneuvering the baby so he was being cradled in his arms, Bruce smiled up at Clark Kent, that utterly wonderful and disarming smile and made his eyes crinkle and his dimples show. "It seems that my baby was all tuckered out, it has been a very exciting day for him," halfway through his sentence, Bruce had instead focused on Damian, speaking down to him in a hushed tone. Leaning down to plant a dry kiss on the baby's forehead. "Does anyone have the time?"

All three of them snapped to attention at finally being addressed, neither Dick nor Jason had their phones on them, Alfred insisting that it was ruining their suits pointlessly so. Still standing beside their father, Clark Kent brought his wrist up in a quick, sharp movement and slid his sleeve down so he could peer down to his watch for about three seconds.

"It seems to be a quarter to eleven," came the man's smooth voice. His glasses had slid down his nose, resting at the very tip. Swiftly he pushed them up with his middle finger in a practiced motion from years that had transformed it to instinct.

"Dad." Jason called out, voice taking that tall-tale brattish tone that had irked Dick to insanity when they were still getting used to being around each other. The shock of having the young man call their father as such settled in right after the irritating bit of nostalgia. "If you still want to hang around and..." trailing off, pointedly looking Clark Kent up and down, he finished with a clear expression of distaste. "Mingle... I'll take Damian up to his room."

Bruce looked from his son to Clark Kent, he wasn't stupid, he knew his children. Knew how to read their moods, how to soothe them, and how to speak to them, Bruce knew when they lied to him and when they kept secrets from him. Like how he knew there was something all of his kids were keeping something from, something big, that no matter how much he wanted to know, no matter how it hurt to not be trusted, would wait for them to tell him. Bruce knew his children, and because he knew his children, he was keenly aware that Jason did not likeClark Kent.

"Oh Jason," stepping forward to his son, not for the first and definitely not for the last time, startled at how the young man was taller than him, "don't worry about that, I'll take him up, get him nice and settled." Cupping the side of his face, Bruce smiled when Jason's shoulder's relaxed, "stay here, make sure nobody tries to steal Dick away, or worse, Tim." Grinning, he dropped his hand, stepping away and towards the way out, "I'm worried that he'll try and bite someone again."

Dick's laughter leaves his chest before he even realized it. Someone had once made the mistake of trying to... cozy up with Tim while the boy was practically falling asleep on his feet, never mind the fact he was still very underage. The outcome had been hilarious. And very satisfying, Bruce had unleashed hell on the degenerate and was banished from any and all future galas that he hosted.

"Mm, I don't know..." Jason rested his chin on the webbing between his index finger and thumb, "it was pretty funny last time... something tells me it'll be pretty funny a second time..."

Huffing fondly, with a roll of his eyes, their father shook his head as he turned around. Maneuvering around people with an amount of tact and ease that made all three men jealous.

"Well... that went great!" Dick turned to Clark Kent with a clap of his hands and a smile on his face. Beside him Jason grumbled, refusing to look at the reporter and instead surveyed the hall, glad that in about an hour or so, everyone would be gone and their home would return to the peaceful atmosphere he had learned to appreciate. "We understand that you and Dad were talking and... we want to apologize for interrupting—"

"I don't."

"—since you two seemed to get along and, while I shouldn't be saying this, Dad doesn't have many friends, so I appreciate that he had you to talk to tonight." Finished Dick, as though he hadn't been interrupted at all. 

Clark Kent looked at them both with mirth dancing in his blue eyes, the shade was darker than their father's, it was almost like the blue that inked the ocean, low and mellow, or the rich blue spanning over a field of wheat, reminiscent of serenity. As they gazed at them, however, it matched the blue of kings, the reflection of the lights against his lenses made due for the golden accents. His smirk charming, the curls of his hair that fell just right over his forehead enough to distract from the ill-fitted suit. Flute of champagne half empty in his hands. 

"Please! None of that!" He was smiling, dimples deep, he looked younger this way, disarming, Dick narrowed his eyes, careful to safeguard his own smile. "It was entirely my pleasure, not many people can say that they've had the privilege of speaking with Bruce Wayne, to count myself as one of the lucky few, well... it's almost a dream come true." Clark Kent's voice was smooth, almost impossibly so. 

Jason felt a sneer pulling at the edges of his mouth, that wasn't what a friend would say. He knew something was up with Kent, if it wasn't to try to wheedle some bullshit to fill half a collum on the front page of The Daily Planet, then, of course, it was to get nice and cozy with their father. 

"If you two would excuse me," the man was speaking again, dimples and curls and big blues, "it's been a rather exciting day and an even more exciting night." He was bowing his head, in respect, "and well, I find myself a long way from home. Good night, Mr. Grayson," he held a hand out towards Dick, who took it and shook it, amiably. "Mr. Todd." Then out to Jason, who took the hand, and squeezed a little harder than he should've, in return, the dimples and the man deepened. 

Watching the man walking away, lacking the same grace of his father but still impressive in his own manner, a bad feeling began to stir in their stomachs. 

[greenglowinspooks]

Imagine, if you will, Respawn ending up in the least important town in all of Illinois hoping to lay low for a while whilst planning to completely wreck Damian’s shit only to get shot at by some rogue government agents, kill said government agents, accidentally out some meta kid to the entire town while he tries to keep him from killing more government agents (who have not stopped shooting at either of them), save him by coincidence while making his escape, and having to flee the state with said weird metahuman kid (he’s like the third person to ever treat him like an actual human so he decided not to leave him behind) on the world’s third-worst roadtrip in order to rock up to Batman’s actual house to convince him to clear their names and get rid of the anti-ecto acts, with his only point of bartering being him pinky promising that he’ll definitely stop trying to kill Damian this time

And all of this happens over the course of like three days

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Superman: That is a child *pointing to feral and angry Robin!Dick with wide eyes*

Bruce, tired: ya, and?

Superman: Y-you can let a child fight crime Batman. Come on now.

Bruce, shot gunning a Red Bull: if you think you can talk him out of it, go right ahead

[catgrandpa]

I need a fic where Bruce realizes this kid who shoved his way into his sidekick roll will not be leaving anytime soon, and instead of emotionally distancing himself he becomes a combination Helicopter Mom and Shotgun Dad.

☆彡

Tim: Bruce, I’m headed out to meet my friends at the mall.

Bruce: Is that Kent boy going to be there?

Tim, rolling his eyes: Yes, Kon is going. And so is Bart, and Cassie, and maybe Bernard if he can make it.

Bruce: Hnn. Do you have everything? Coat, scarf, keys, wallet, tracker, pepper spray, dagger, kryptonite shard, emergency beacon, first aid kid, fire starter, extra pair of-

Tim: Yes, Dad! I already went through the list with Alfred. I’ll be fine.

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Kon: Hello Sir! I’m here to pick up Tim!

Bruce: Follow me.

…

Bruce: Sit down.

Kon: In your study? Is Tim on the way, or…?

Bruce: I just thought you might need reminding of the fact that I have a vault downstairs full of items specifically designed to take down a Kryptonian.

Kon: Whuh?

Bruce: You should probably ask your father about the time I was slightly annoyed with him for encroaching on one of my cases.

Kon: Why are you telling me this?

Bruce: Now just imagine what would happen if someone were to hurt my darling little boy.

*door opens*

Tim: Hey Bruce, Alfie said Kon was here, have you seen him? Oh! Hey, why are you two in here??

Bruce: Oh, hey sweetheart, we were just chatting. Have a good time at the carnival!

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Dick, pouting: I don’t understand, you’re not this protective over who Jason or I date.

Bruce: Don’t be ridiculous, Jason and I may have our problems, but he would never betray me by gallivanting off with someone I disapprove of.

Dick, who covered for Jay sneaking out to visit Roy Harper just last night: Mhm yeah, sure. And you’re not worried about me?

Bruce: Chum, I’ve known who you were going to marry since you were 12 years old.

Dick: WHAT?

Bruce: I have the whole ceremony already planned. I’ve got Gotham’s best wedding planner on standby. You have a very nice house waiting for you both, 20 minutes from here. A modest 7 bedrooms on 5 acres of land.

Dick: I’m not even dating anyone?!

Bruce: I can’t wait to meet my 3 grandbabies:)

[bambeebirdie]

Okay consider Bruce Wayne is the very well known bankroller for the Justice League. Batman is still part of the league, but they don’t know he’s Bruce Wayne. So, due to Bruce Wayne being such a well known figure and very obviously connected to the Justice League, that has kinda made him a target for certain people which means the Justice League has decided to assign one of their members to help keep him safe. Insert notorious billionaire fighter Superman becoming the part time bodyguard of Bruce Wayne in this epic superbat romance

[kizzer55555]

Core Gems

So when a ghost becomes injured, they have a last ditch defense where they retreat into their core. And I mean, injured badly where their body is rip apart to the point they can’t hold a solid form anymore. And they basically go into a hibernation state until they are strong enough to form again.

Ellie, Danny, and Dan are all injured in a final battle against the GIW. The organization was destroyed and the ghosts were safe but the halfas ended up being so injured that they reverted to core form and then went to sleep for a bit. When they woke up, they were still weak but at least recovered enough to gain consciousness. And realize…they are in some kind of auction…in the middle of a heist. It appeared that two furries (one in a bat costume and one in a cat costume) were ducking it out. And they…they were a necklace. All three of them had been turned into a necklace with their cores as gems accompanied by sapphires, pearls, and opals. And frankly gorgeous craftsmanship as the metal was crafted around their cores as if to cradle them and the other gems.

Unfortunately, they were too weak to take a form properly, they could still feel the strain on their bodies. But at least they could still communicate through their auras. Then the cat lady punched a hole in the glass container surrounding them and grabbed their necklace.

However, the bat grabbed the other end and it resulted in a sort of tug-a-war. Meanwhile, Danny, Ellie, and Dan were having a back and form commentary on the situation and what they should do. Completely unheard by the other party.

In the corner of their eye, the three halfas finally noticed a third contender. Some kind of clown who was…hold on…holding a gun?! And it was pointed straight at the two fighting furies who had yet to notice him. The ghosts’ protective instincts went into overdrive and they frantically tried to shout, yell, move. Just do something to warn the two but their cries fell on deaf ears. All they succeeded in doing was faintly glow which immediatly caught the attention of the fighting duo. The two turned to look at the strange necklace but right at that moment, the clown fired and a gunshot rang throughout the auction room. Having no other options, Danny and the others poured every ounce of ectoplasm they had to try and phaseshift, making the two furries intangible as the bullets passed right through them, but in their shock, the two jumped away in opposite directions and accidentally ripped the necklace apart. Gems and pearls went flying and the three cores bounced along the ground.

Luckily, the two finally noticed the clown and went to deal with him and his minions who had appeared. Seemingly putting their fight on hold and forming a temporary truce. The three halfas could only watch as the battle finally wound down, ending with the cops barging into the place and arresting the clown and his grunts, the cat managing to escape with half the scattered gems and pearls from the broken necklace along with a few other jewelry pieces (none of their cores though) and the bat leaving through a skylight.

The auction continued and in the end, despite being broken, their necklace seemed to have caught someone’s interest. A man named Bruce Wayne bought up every piece of the shattered jewelry wear. The auctioneers appeared relived that the item managed to sell in the end and gratefully gave it to him.

Bruce had no idea what happened at the auction, but he could have sworn that some of the gems faintly glowed right before he and Selina were shot. If the necklace was some sort of magical item, then he needed to understand exactly what has been brought to Gotham. It was unfortunate that Selena had taken some parts of the necklace but he utilized his vast wealth to make sure all the other parts ended in his possession. Now he would take them back to the mansion for examination.

[rewrittenwrongs]

Bruce freaking the fuck out because someone vandalised his son’s grave. He is pissed, and so sick at the thought of seeing what they did to the coffin that he barely even tries to look. Tim is the one who checks if the robbers left anything behind or did something to Jasons body, and is shocked to see an empty coffin. Then he remembers how paranoid Bruce is and the sensors he put in the coffin, but strangely enough none of them were activated. Then he remembers; the sensors only go off if the coffin is breached from outside. And upon inspection the wood certainly seems to be breaking outward…