#dad!batman

[mildelectrocution]

Inspired by Darwyn Cooke's iconic Batman & Robin illustration, and the New Batman Adventures.

[lokutofu]

World’s Greatest Detective fails to correctly identify his children 😭

[frownyalfred]

a nosy socialite at an event, leaning down: “Oh Richard, it must be so hard for you in that house, what with Bruce’s…proclivities for nighttime guests.”

Dick Grayson, fully aware at age 13 that Bruce Wayne is a Loser™ whose only “nighttime guest” is Clark Kent, who comes over to “review cases” with Bruce before/after patrol while both of them awkwardly ignore any and all tension between them: “Something like that.”

[marskiiii]

TOOK FOREVER BUT SOOOOOO WORTH IT!

aka mY IDEAL BATFAM UNIVERSE TYVMUCHBYEEE

[justiceiswater]

Delicious drama! Bubbly, charged, serious! The champagne of drama. Im drooling over reader. Tall stoic and so stylish! Those boys won’t know what to do with themselves.

Father of Mine – 1/2

Character: Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Summary: With the tragic passing of her mother, Y/N learns to the truth of who her father is. 

Word Count: 4,000+

Warnings: Family death, cancer, absent father, cremation 

A/N: The reader is described as tall in this fic. Bruce Wayne is 6′2 and I’m tall, so I’m indulging myself with no apologies. Read it or don’t. 

“Do you want to say anything before we…” the operator asked her.

“No,” Y/N answered quickly.

“Oh, my assistant forgot to give you this,” the operator gave her a shy smile as he handed her a small cardboard box.

She opened it to find all of her mother’s jewelry that had been on her body at the funeral.

“Thank you,” Y/N told him.

“Ready?” The operator asked.

Keep reading

[everwalldigan]

To anyone who thinks Bruce has a clear and consistent favourite child I raise you this: it is infinitely funnier for Bruce to have a complicated and elaborate “ranking” system of his kids that only he’s privy to.

Picture this: Batman, dosed with truth serum, gets asked as a gag from one of the goons holding him captive who his favourite bat-vigilante is and instead of giving a straight answer, he launches into this whole explanation about the ranking system and who’s in the current lead, who’s hanging behind, etc. At some point (this is a mystery to everyone involved) a whiteboard appears and he starts explaining his system like he’s a football coach before an important match. Out of nowhere he starts pulling out little cardboard cutouts of his kids and pins them to the board. At some point the red string comes out.

Jason hasn’t killed someone in a week? Automatically promoted to favourite. Tim hasn’t caused an international incident in the past month? Puts him a few points ahead that keep decreasing the longer he refuses real sleep (20 minute power naps don’t count Tim! Says powernap inventor Bruce Wayne). Cass gave him a hug this morning and wished him a good day? Favourite until he gets a call from dick telling him (without shouting!!!!) that he’ll be there for this week’s Sunday dinner. Duke accidentally scratches the Batmobile? Demoted to the “in trouble” zone (which, honestly, that’s where his kids spend most of the time in😭). Damian did not attempt to free all the animals in the zoo they visited? Favourite. Until Bruce found out he was just trying to conceal the cat hidden in his room that Bruce explicitly forbade him from keeping.

Dick arrives at the family dinner with a busted shoulder and a bruise the size of Texas on his face? Gets demoted so far down that even azraeil scores higher than him. He’s in the “in trouble” zone for a constant month after that. Oh one of them survived an almost death? Favourite for at least the next week. At least. Multiple people survive an almost death? EVERYONES the favourite. The least favourite is the growing grey hairs on his head.

The end of day results are decided by who bothers to wish him goodnight and if all of them have fucked up in some way the past week then Jon (Kent) becomes the automatic favourite until someone cracks a joke that Bruce actually finds funny.

The favourite child changes daily, hourly even, and his kids are aware this system exists and keep trying to crack the code but he always Knows and just smirks smugly.

[spicy-apple-pie]

Dickie just gets emotional when it's on pain killers lol

Commission Info / Kofi

[versasfanficwastedump]

and while i’m on a self indulgent thing? i think that any of the kids calling Bruce “dad” changes his whole demeanor. it helps him know that whatever they’re talking about is serious.

hearing his name shouted across the house does nothing for him. a hundred people say his name all day, including his kids. whatever the situation is can be fixed.

but hearing “Dad!”, cried out in battle or screamed from the other room, has him rushing to their side. what is it love and i’m here you’re alright and shh i’ve got you

“Bruce, I need help” = can’t open this large jar, have a question about math homework, need someone to look at this case file for me

“Dad, I need help” = I am hurt. I am scared. I am in danger. I need you to make things better. I need you to protect me.

[haveihitanerve]

Headcanon that Bruce’s kids have all pulled the ‘you're not my father card’ at some point or the other and by the time steph rolled around he didn't even take it seriously

Of course, the first time dick said it, bruce cried himself to sleep. But by the eighteenth time, he was numb to it. “Dickie just eat your peas.” 

The first time jason did it Bruce pulled him aside and said “i know Im not, but that doesn't mean i don't care for you jason.” by the twenty fifth time he just held up the adoption papers

The first time Tim said it Bruce laughed. “Tim, you literally forced me to adopt you. Yes I am your father.” Tim didn't bother to say it from then on, maybe muttering ‘you're not my dad!’ under his breath at the computer, just for bruce to whisper ominously ‘yes i am.’ 

When Steph said it, full of anger and hate and sadness and fear, bruce just followed her and said “you're right. Im not your father. And i will never be your father. But, if you'll let me, id like to be better.” After that any time steph said ‘ur not my father’ bruce would just respond with ‘never will be’

Cass said “your are my father” and left no room for argument

Babs said “ur not my dad or my father or even close to being any of it, but you are my mom.” bruce just had to accept that

When damian said it bruce just stood there for a solid fifteen minutes rebooting. Dick and jason fell out of their chairs laughing. 

Duke specifically went “ur my dad! My dad! Boogie woogie woogie!’ and bruce was just like ‘bet aight.”

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

As Bruce grows older into his 50's or 60's the paparazzi and people crowding him becomes less and he thinks that people have finally decided that Bruce is too old to be attractive or mainstream and he's actually super fine with it and makes jokes( more like sarcastic remarks) about it. But in reality they've grown more freaky cause instead of looking wrinkly and a sappy old man the level of cunt he serves grows everyday,he doesn't look like a snack he looks like a buffet, 13 year olds are using his pics as the cover pages of their mafia wattpad stories, he looks majestic, absolute dilf, we don't talk about the amount of tags he's birthed just by ageing on ao3, and hes still an absolute UNIT, the reason he's not heard about it yet cause the batkids are blocking the shit OUT with all of their will and strength cause it doesn't matter if all of them are full grown adults they're still all like-THATSMYDADGETAWAYFROMHIMHEDOESN'THAVETIMEFORYOUHESBUSYBEINGOURDAD

[theredcuyo]

Was doing something unrelated but

Can you imagine a world where nobody knows the batkids are actually Batman's children and hence, when they hear them yelling at each other "I'll report this to Batman!" They think it's actually serious team discussion

And they don't know that for them it literally translates into "I'm telling dad!"

Like, You see Nightwing arguing with Red Hood and going "Oh, i'm SO reporting this to Batman"

"OH NO, YOURE NOT"

"YES I AM"

And everyone else thinks this is serious? And it could affect Hood's status as an ally?

But really is just Dick telling his little brother he's snitching about his broken arm to their dad-

Or you see Red Robin trying to bribe Robin and Spoiler "I'm reporting your actions to Batman"

"Yeah, gotta start the report about it, and he's going to be so-"

"... How much?"

And they smile maliciously, and anyone else thinks RR did something REALLY bad but it's just that he exceeded his weekly allowed coffee and his sibblings found out

Because they also do it to other people, like Tim does it to Supes when he's arguing with Kon-

[yrkhn]

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.

[littlefankingdom]

Dick who climbed on anything as a child. Even in public, especially in public. The moment Bruce looks away, he is climbing something to get as high as possible. The first times, it gave Bruce an heart attack. Now, it's just a headache.

People pass by and ask if they should call the firefighters, and Bruce tiredly tell them "He is fine, he can get down on his own.", like people with cats.

Imagine, you're walking out of some building, only to see a 10 years old standing on top of a lamppost, having a discussion with his dad guardian at the bottom.

"Dick, get down."

"Make me."

"Get down or you're grounded."

[bruciemilf]

Okay. But when Bruce discovers Talia knew Jason was alive? That she knew his child was the man under the red hood. His boy.

Oh.

Jason’s met and memorized every facet of Bruce Wayne. He knows Bruce by the way his eyes melt when he looks at him, to the hard lines of his cowl. He knows where Bruce starts and Batman ends.

When Bruce rips off his cowl to give her the deepest glare Jason’s ever seen, he’s reminded there’s no difference. Fear hits his stomach when he swallows,

“Hey, old man, don’t fucking blame HER. She has NO obligation to you—“

Bruce’s eyes are unblinking, wide, jumping from her frozen form to him. And Jason’s suddenly 10 again, running from hungry stray dogs cornering him in a place with no exit.

Bruce’s voice is shadow and whisper, “Quiet.”

“…Okay.”

“Damian,” he rasps, pointing at the small figure with dark hair and green eyes, who looks at neither of them. He looks at Talia. Jason thinks it’s fair. He’s never seen her scared, either. “Car. Cave. Stay. “

There’s something incredibly bitter in Jason when he just does. Doesn’t ask. Doesn’t rebel. He wants to, with every fiber and matter and crumb in his body. And his body says no.

He grabs Damian like he’s an angry cat, not the small assassin he knew since he was born. He doesn’t look back. He doesn’t want to, he realizes.

“Did you know?” Bruce asks, such a deadly calm to him, too calm for the winter in his eyes. Talia would’ve preferred a blade to the neck.

She can’t meet his eye. Almost like if she doesn’t face his hatred, his disapproval, his disappointment, it doesn’t count. “I did. “

“…Whatever you do,” she’d take it as pity if he didn’t sound repulsed , “you’re still his daughter.”

[frownyalfred]

I’m sure there was a part of Alfred that was worried Bruce wouldn’t immediately take to fatherhood/guardianship when he brought home Dick. But then one morning, when Bruce is still painfully young and trying to work raising a kid into establishing a vigilante, Alfred enters the kitchen to see Bruce and Dick leaning over the table together doing the crossword.

Bruce chides Dick quietly, “You’re going to fall. Sit back down in the chair.”

And it’s said just the same way Thomas had said it, once upon a time — the tired exasperation of a father trying his best not to hover, but still worrying. Casually braced against the table, in such a way that he could reach out and catch Dick if he fell.

That’s when Alfred knew things would work out. A crossword, a shared pen, an exhausted Bruce fresh off of patrol still trying to make Sunday mornings fun for a kid who desperately needs them.

[justiceiswater]

This is a self aware, healthy dad!Bruce. He says all the right things and does all the right things. I think he wants so badly to keep her and making a conscious effort to learn from his mistakes. in an effort to keep her and Jason from just breaking off and starting their own little unit. 

Trauma

Father of Mine – Masterlist

Y/N huffed as Bruce slammed the tennis ball back in her direction – and she missed it.

Jesus. Wasn't he supposed to be getting older?

“Why do rich people like this stupid sport so much?”

Bruce smirked before asking, “Think you’re just saying that because you’re losing?”

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “If this were soccer or a foot race, I’d kick your ass.”

Bruce just chuckled.

In the next few minutes, he showed his daughter a bit of mercy and got the game over with.

Y/N and Bruce had a whole father-daughter day planned, which included going to a new museum, dinner, and maybe a movie.

But when Y/N arrived, she saw how utterly exhausted Bruce was. And behind him, Damian and Tim were screaming at each other about something pointless. The manor was chaotic.

Y/N had to make some changes to the day’s plans.

She basically held Bruce hostage at the manor and made him take a self-care day. She also joined forces with the boys and kicked them all out of the house for the day. With just a small puppy-dog look, Y/N got Jason to help make sure the they all stayed away.

“So what do you want to do next?” Bruce asked.

“Wanna go for a walk?” She asked with a shrug.

The grounds of the Wayne property were huge, which meant it was a lovely walk and they didn’t even have to leave the gates.

Bruce gave her a nod and smiled.

“Did you like growing up here as a kid?” Y/N asked him as she took in the scenery.

It seemed like such a different world to her still. Y/N and her mom had lived in a small little cottage in the suburbs of Gotham. It was quaint and cozy, nothing like a home that was officially called a ‘manor.’

Bruce’s brow furrowed. “Sometimes it felt like a prison and sometimes it felt like a sanctuary. It all depended on what was happening in my life.”

“And what about nowadays?” She pushed.

Bruce smirked. “The past few years it’s become one of the few places our family can be together as our true selves.”

Y/N nodded in agreement.

She always felt safe at the manor. Even though she loved her apartment, it was in a building filled with strangers. And as soon as she walked out onto the sidewalk, she was exposed. There was not a whole lot of breathing room or privacy there.

“You need to take better care of yourself, Bruce.”

He sighed, expecting a lecture to come at some point today.

“You deserve it,” she added. “And if I have to take days off with you just to insure you do it, then so be it.”

Bruce smirked and shook his head at her.

“But what about you?” He surprised her by asking.

“What about me?”

Bruce stopped walking now and turned to face his daughter. “How are you doing?”

“Fine,” she shrunk under his gaze.

This was not their usual talk. Bruce was bad at emotionally and mentally checking in with his kids. He was good at seeing the signs that they might need help or extra attention. But he usually steered away from asking people point blank how they were doing.

“Do I not seem fine?” Y/N asked nervously.

“I suppose not. But you are related at me, therefore I worry that you would be too good at hiding if you weren't fine.”

She smirked at that. “Touché.”

Bruce didn’t speak, giving her a chance to share if his suspicions were right.

“Guess I’m lucky I have Jason,” she smiled sadly. “He always knows when I’m not okay. But it’s not really fair that I make him figure it out, instead of just telling him.”

“He loves you. So I'm sure he doesn’t mind,” Bruce tried to tell her.

“I know he doesn't. The problem has never been him loving me enough. It’s always been Jason letting me love him back.”

Then she seemed to realize what she had just said to her father.

“Sorry,” Y/N quickly apologized. “It’s probably weird talking to you about this stuff…”

“Don’t apologize,” he told her.

“I know Jason and I have been together for almost a year now. But I realized I never really… asked if you were alright with it.”

Bruce smirked.

His daughter was independent and determined. He never expected her to seek any sort of permission from him. And quite frankly, she didn’t need to. Her and Jason were both adults. They could make decisions on their own.

“Of course I’m alright with it.”

Y/N shrugged. “I get that it can seem kind of weird from the outside. I’m your biological daughter, he was your foster kid that you eventually adopted.”

“And he resents that,” Bruce noted with an amused huff.

Y/N chuckled. But as soon as it died down, she let out a heavy sigh.

Bruce could tell she was tired.

Maybe she needed this little self-care day as much as he did.

“Come on,” Bruce nudged his head toward the manor. “Alfred will have lunch ready soon. We should probably shower before he scolds us for being a sweaty mess.”

Y/N smiled and nodded, realizing she was starving now that he mentioned it.

They both showered. Y/N changed from her tennis outfit to loungewear since she convinced Bruce to actually sit down and watch a movie with her in the manor’s theater.

But of course Bruce’s idea of relaxing attire was slacks and a black turtleneck.

And Y/N didn’t miss the opportunity to tease him. “You know…you can wear sweats in your own home, Bruce. I won’t tell the press.”

He simply gave her an unamused look.

At the end of lunch, Bruce got a work call – like, Wayne Enterprises work, not Batman work.

Y/N gave her father a glare as he reached to answer it. She had strictly forbid such actions at the start of the day.

Bruce was smart enough to give her an apologetic look before he picked it up and left the room.

“He’s hopeless,” Y/N sighed as Alfred returned to take their empty plates.

“Oh, I am well aware, my dear.”

“Need any help?” Y/N asked, slowly standing up.

“Not at all, Ms. Y/L/N. Go relax in the den and wait for Master Wayne.”

“Alfred!” She laughed. “We’ve been over this. It’s just Y/N. Please.”

He only winked at her as he grabbed their dirty plates and returned to the kitchen.

Y/N did as Alfred said and slowly went to the den.

Her attention was instantly caught by the various photos around the room. Had she ever been in here before? It wasn’t possible. She would’ve immediately been drawn to the photos.

Bruce wasn’t one to drag guests anywhere and force them to look at photos of his kids – not even his own daughter.

Speaking of, Y/N froze when she noticed that Bruce had a small photo of her framed and hanging on one of the walls.

That sneaky bastard.

Y/N narrowed her eyes suspiciously, realizing that Clark must’ve given it to Bruce after an event with The Daily Planet. There were always multiple event photographers in the shadows at those things. And not even other off-duty photographers were safe.

But she decided the gesture was sweet of Bruce and there was no use in scolding him for it. There were also the photos from her childhood that she’d gifted to Bruce not long ago. They were neatly framed and arranged throughout the room.

Her attention slowly moved to other photos.

Then she couldn’t help but do a double take at one that was on a bookcase.

And it took her a few seconds to realize it was Jason.

He couldn’t be older than 11. And he was so, so small – just skin and bones, really. Nobody back then could’ve ever predicted that he would grow into the beast of man he is today.

“That was only a couple months after he started living here,” Bruce said behind her.

Y/N jumped, not hearing his entrance at all.

“Sorry,” he apologized softly.

All of his boys could sense his arrivals. Sometimes Bruce forgot that Y/N wasn’t trained in stealth like all of them.

“He was so skinny,” Y/N spoke so quietly as she looked back at Jason’s picture.

“Because he was basically starving when I found him.”

Y/N whipped back around quickly to look into her father’s eyes. “What?”

He frowned. “How much has Jason told you about his childhood?”

She looked sad and sighed, “He never really gives me any details when I ask. I just know that it was…bad. His mom was an addict and died from overdose. His dad was abusive and eventually got killed on the streets.”

Bruce simply nodded.

Should he be the one to fill those gaps for her? Was it Bruce's story to tell? Or would sharing Jason’s past just cause another frequent argument between him and Bruce?

“It’s way worse than he lets on, isn’t it?” Y/N asked softly, as if she were scared of how bad it really had been for her boyfriend.

Bruce sighed. “He was living on the streets when I found him. I’m sure he’s told you about stealing the wheels off the batmobile – he still uses that for bragging rights.”

Y/N smiled shyly and nodded.

“Go on,” she practically begged.

“He was malnourished, way too skinny and short for his age. His dad was in jail at the time – not that Jason even knew. He just thought he was on another bender. And his mom was missing, too. I found out a few days later that she had died of an overdose. Jason didn’t know that either.”

“Jesus,” Y/N breathed.

“He didn’t trust me, that was clear. Yet somehow he didn’t seem scared of me at all.”

“So, what? You dragged him here?”

“In a way.” Bruce admitted with a small wince. “I got him some food. And he ate like he hadn’t had a meal in a month. But I knew I couldn’t let him stay on the streets by himself. The foster care system in Gotham was so corrupt then – even worse than it is today. Almost all of the foster homes were a front for drug lords using kids to make deliveries or sex traffickers.”

Y/N looked like she was going to be sick.

“And Jason knew all of that, too. He told me that’s why he kept running away from his foster homes. The kid always had street smarts. A part of me believes he would’ve made it on his own even if I had never run into him.”

“You said he didn’t trust you,” Y/N pointed out. “So how the hell did you get him to come home with you?”

“I took off the cowl and showed him who I was.”

“Quite a risky move to do with a kid.”

Bruce nodded. “I didn’t have anything else to offer. Eventually he took me up on my deal to let him stay here for a few days – at least until I could find him a home.”

“And I’m guessing you didn’t…”

Bruce shook his head. “Like I said, almost all of them were covers for various criminal activities. And any home that did seem like a good fit was already maxed out with too many kids.”

Y/N’s chest hurt imaging the man she loved, small and helpless, being forced into environments that he knew would hurt or use him.

“He was so nervous when he first got here," Bruce continued. "Any time there was a loud noise, he would almost go into a panic attack. I had to constantly monitor the volume and tone of my voice, because he would immediately spiral into thinking I was mad and about to hurt him.”

Bruce’s eyes glazed over as he was thrown back in time, trying to remember all the details of Jason’s arrival.

It was clear from the way he was talking that it had been a long time since he thought about it.

Y/N didn’t want to interrupt, hoping to find out as much about Jason as she possibly could.

“Alfred found a bag of extra clothes and nonperishable food hidden under his bed. He was ready to run if things went south. A-After he died, we found it untouched with dust covering it.”

Bruce cleared his throat.

Even after all this time and with Jason being alive and well, Bruce still got emotional thinking about when he'd died by the hands of the Joker.

“It sounds like he was so scared,” Y/N pointed out in a whisper.

Today, Jason didn’t seem scared of anything – only ever fearing losing Y/N in some way or another.

“He was,” Bruce confirmed. “He couldn’t sleep at the manor for weeks, even when he pushed a chair against the door to make sure no one could get in.”

“He was always waiting for the floor to drop – even still today sometimes,” she muttered.

“Jason couldn’t comprehend the idea that someone might actually care about him and want to protect him from everything he’d been running from,” Bruce reflected.

“So what finally brought him around?”

“School. The library. Three meals a day,” Bruce listed. “He spent almost all his free time in that library, reading books that were for people twice his age. And I never met a kid who loved going to school so much.”

Y/N smiled. Her big nerd of a boyfriend, that part she recognized.

“And you,” she added gently.

“Alfred maybe,” Bruce contested. “But I don’t believe I was a part of it.”

Y/N shook her head and frowned. “Give yourself some credit, Bruce.”

But Bruce was too busy studying her. He could tell his daughter might start crying at any moment. He could only imagine how she was processing the stories he shared when they were about the man she was in love with.

“You OK?” He asked her softly.

Y/N nodded and took in a shaky breath in to try and control her emotions.

Suddenly the front door of the manor was thrown open and voices echoed around the manor.

The boys had returned.

Without saying anything, Y/N quickly rushed out of the room to meet them.

Jason was in the middle of giving a noogie Damian, who looked like he was about to bite off Jason’s hand.

But Jason did a double take when he saw his girlfriend walking to him with purpose and an expression he couldn’t quite read.

“Hey, beautiful.” He greeted softly.

Next thing he knew, Y/N had nearly tackled him into a hug.

Jason let out a laugh, but then quickly realized this was not meant to be funny.

He pulled her tighter to him and kissed the top of her head before saying, “You OK? What’s wrong?”

Dick seemed to sense that something was going on and made sure to usher Tim and Damian further into the house.

“Nothing,” Y/N said into Jason’s chest. “I just wanted to tell you that I love you and I’m so proud of you.”

Jason’s brow furrowed, more confused now.

Then he looked up to see Bruce watching the interaction as he leaned in the doorway.

And somehow Jason just…knew.

Jason knew that Bruce must’ve told Y/N something about him.

“I love you, too.” Jason whispered back to her.

Y/N pulled away and sniffed, trying not to make a scene by crying.

“Sure you OK?” Jason pushed.

She nodded.

But Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled him close so she was hugging his whole arm, too.

“You guys made it back just in time for the movie,” she told him with a smile.

And they rejoined the rest of the family.

During the movie, Y/N and Jason shared a love seat in the theater.

And they were only halfway into it before Jason felt Y/N slowly fall asleep on him, cuddling even closer to his body.

‘What the hell did Bruce make you do all day?’ He wondered. Y/N never fell asleep during movies.

Once it was over, everyone slowly started making their way to their bedrooms.

Except Dick, who said his goodbyes before leaving to return to his own apartment in Gotham.

“Why don’t you two just spend the night?” Bruce asked Jason as he looked down at his sleeping daughter.

Jason didn’t answer, also watching her.

“You brought your motorcycle, right?” Bruce added.

Jason nodded, knowing Bruce was right: he shouldn’t make Y/N ride on the back of his bike when she was this tired.

“So…what did you say to her?” Jason slowly asked.

Bruce watched him for a moment.

Was this going to cause another riff? Would Jason snap and tell him to mind his own business and stop telling other people his?

“She saw a photo of you when you were little,” Bruce started to explain. "And I told her about when you first got here.”

“She was so upset,” Jason muttered, remembering the way she had looked at him when they'd returned.

“Wouldn’t you be if it were the other way around?” Bruce countered.

Jason just nodded. But he thought to himself, ‘If all of that had happened to Y/N, I would’ve killed anyone who had a part in it.’

“You know, you don’t have to hide your past from her,” Bruce told him softly. “She wants to hear about you – even the bad things that are hard to talk about.”

Jason hesitated before saying, “I don’t want her to pity me.”

“Pity and sympathy are two different things, Jason. She loves you.”

Jason thought about it a second before slowly nodding.

That was all Bruce would get. And Jason was silently telling him that he’d at least consider opening up more to Y/N about his past.

“I should get her to bed,” Jason mumbled before bringing Y/N’s sleeping form into his arms.

When he carried her, it was like she weighed nothing.

“Night, kid.” Bruce called after him.

“Thanks, B.”

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