#good dad bruce wayne

[malfiora]

Twenty years. He's been dealing with this for twenty years.

LMAO SOMEONE GIVE BRUCE A MEDAL FOR DEALING WITH THIS AWFUL, AWFUL CHILD OF HIS, THE MAN IS A SAINT TO PUT UP WITH *WAVES HAND* ALL THAT

[spocks-husband]

Do you think that Dick and Bruce hang out to discuss what it's like to have a wife who is giant and terrifying and could probably kill them in a second if they wanted and is also unfathomably pretty to the point where it's genuinely scary. Do you think Kori and Talia hang out to discuss their husbands that everyone thinks of as big and strong and scary but are really just sad wet cats wearing spandex who they keep in their pockets at all times.

[squishykitty825]

Shielded pt.I

The night had started with a stakeout. Dick was perched on the rooftop of a building, kneeling behind the short wall of the roof, his elbows resting on it to support the binoculars he had pressed against his eyes as he watched the apartment building across the street hoping to catch sight of the new partner a mob boss was having a meeting with inside.

He'd been staked out on that wretched rooftop for hours already and one of Gotham's notorious thunderstorms had started pouring on him. It had to be somewhere near three or four in the morning at that point, and he hadn't slept much in the past few days. Heaving a sigh, Dick set down the binoculars and turned his head to the side where Bruce had come to a stop next to him. Dick eyed Bruce's cape longingly as icy water dripped down his face from his soaked hair that had plastered itself to his forehead in the past ten seconds since the downpour had started. He remembered all those times during his years as Robin when he would hide under Bruce's cape to escape the cold of the rain.

Bruce didn't say anything, but Dick knew he was waiting for an update.

"No change," Dick told him, to which Bruce replied with one of his typical grunts.

Turning back to the building, Dick returned to watching the front door. Tim and Steph were on the window, listening in on the conversation, and Jason and Damian were keeping an eye on the back door. None of them had reported anything over the comms, but Dick was sure he wasn't the first of them that Bruce had checked on.

Dick didn’t remember falling asleep. Didn’t remember Bruce picking him up to carry him back to the Batmobile, back to the Cave, and up to his room in the Manor. When he woke up, sunlight was pouring in through the window of his room.

[figgz1]

I know it's been said that Bruce stopped being a fun dad after Jason died, for obvious reasons, but also he never really got a chance to be that since then. 

You can see from older comics that Bruce had fun doing stuff with Dick and Jason that a dad would do with younger kids. Giving them piggyback rides, or taking them to baseball games. Even if it's not shown in the comics, probably trick-or-treating or just generally playing. I can imagine them playing epic hide and seek games in the manor.

But after Jason died, yes, Bruce was broken and couldn't even imagine doing such things, but also he never got the chance? He kept Tim at a distance, but also Tim wasn't really his kid until he was older. He cared about Tim, probably loved him, but couldn't really be a dad with him. 

He certainly didn't or couldn't be a fun dad with Cassandra or Stephanie, and Damian wouldn't even know what to do with a fun Dad. And neither Duke nor Bruce himself consider him to be Dukes' dad. 

I guess what I'm getting at is that Bruce wanted to be a fun, playful Dad.  He had the capability and inclination to do so.  And he was, for a little while.  But then Jason died. And then none of the kids that came after needed that. And then everyone got older and that part of him fully withered and died.  And that's just sad.

Also, the 80's and 90's wanted no part of fun dad Bruce, and the Batman writers have never gone back, and that sucks.

[malfiora]

The real reason they won't let Tim age:

Dick @ 19: Fuck Batman 😒

Jason @ 19: Fuck Batman 🔫

[darkcrowprincess]

Treasure Planet au Bruce and Jason:

Bonus: Jason and his mom Catherine

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you!)

[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]

Dick's puppy dog eyes are extremely powerful

Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)

[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.

[timdrakewhump]

Press, holding a microphone too close to Tim’s face at a gala: how are you settling in at the Wayne’s now you’re officially adopted?

Tim, with a confused face: What do you mean? I’m not adopted.

Press: ..What? No, you were adopted-

Tim: Bruce gave birth to me.

Bruce, behind Tim, nodding: Obviously.

[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

[squishykitty825]

Shielded pt. II

Jason’s back was aching and he was on his last nerve with the demon brat who was consecutively tutting under his breath every two seconds in which nothing happened after Bruce's check-in. If it had been up to him, he wouldn't have even been on this case. He had things to get back to in Crime Alley. Unfortunately, he had run into Dickface on patrol one night and, after being blackmailed into showing up for Sunday dinner, had offered to join him on a stakeout. Had he known it would be a family event, he wouldn't have shown up.

To make things worse, he was stuck watching the back door, leaning his back against the rooftop access of the building he was using as his stakeout position.

Crouched on the edge of the roof a foot away from his position, Damian lowered the binoculars he had pressed to his eyes. It was a wonder the gremlin didn't have circular marks around his eyes from how hard he was likely pressing them against his face.

"Tt." Damian pushed himself to his feet and walked over to Jason. Crossing his arms over his chest, he pressed his back against the wall of the roof access next to Jason and slid down it until he was sitting.

Jason rolled his eyes. Over dramatic little snot.

Turning his head back to the building they were watching, Jason held back a long-suffering sigh as whatever hold the sky had on its torrential rains broke and the downpour instantly soaked through his jacket. If he had to stay on this damn roof for another hour he would rip Bruce a new one the next time he was asked to help on a case.

Sliding down the wall, Jason kept his eyes on the door. If he had known how long this stakeout would take, he would've brought an audiobook.

He was pulled from his thoughts as something small fell on his shoulder. Glancing at the top of Damian's head, Jason didn't bother shoving him off. If the demon brat was going to fall asleep on a stakeout then he could deal with the consequences of it back at the Cave. It didn't matter that it brought back memories of a yellow cape, green pixie boots, and falling asleep under the protective shielding of a large black cape and the warmth of a father's strong arms carrying him home.

Jason didn’t remember falling asleep. Didn’t remember Bruce picking him up to carry him back to the Batmobile, back to the Cave, and up to his room in the Manor. When he woke up, sunlight was pouring in through the window of his room, bouncing off the curved shape of his helmet, which was caringly placed on the nightstand.

[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-

[nightwolf14292]

On one hand, I love a Jason that gets seriously injured and turns into a scared dog. *Mwah*, chef's kiss, 10/10.

On the other hand, I love a Jason that gets seriously injured and reverts back to his younger self.

Jason, seriously hurt, pointing one of his guns at Bruce: “Don't come any fuckin' closer! You just get yer ass out of here, I don't need yer damn help.. I never want yer help with anything ever again..”

Then you get a Bruce that has to try and calm the dog. That sits at the end of the alley a comfortable distance away and waits for his boy to come back to him. Holds his hand out and waits for the dog to inevitably give in and let Bruce take care of him.

BUT ALSO

Jason, slowly bleeding out on the floor of a random warehouse: “...”

Bruce, who just so happened to be busting the same criminals and probably just saved Jason's life: “..Jay?”

Jason, sounding like he's tearing up behind his helmet: “..I wanna go home now, dad..”

Bruce: “..Okay, Chum. We'll go home now. I'll take care of you.”

GRGGGHHHHH I WANT TO SQUEEZE THEM AND SHAKE THEM ALL AROUND

[ffaelix]

bruce wayne absolutely keeps every single drawing, card, and handmade gift his kids have ever given him. like, every single one. no matter how messy, weird, or even accidentally insulting (looking at you, jason’s “world’s okayest dad” mug from when he was thirteen), he keeps them all.

he has a drawer in his desk with the “important” ones—like the first time dick called him dad in a scribbled crayon card, or the weird but endearing origami bat tim made when he was sleep-deprived.

but the real collection? it’s in a reinforced, locked safe in the batcave.

alfred found out once when he caught bruce carefully putting away a pile of random childhood drawings. when asked why he had an entire safe dedicated to them, bruce just muttered something about “sentimental value” and refused to elaborate.

but really, he just can’t bear to part with them. his kids may not always say it, but those little gifts? they were proof that, in their own way, they loved him. and no matter how much time passed, no matter how rocky their relationships got, he never wanted to forget that.

..

years later, damian finds the safe.

he’s not even trying to snoop—he was looking for something important, something mission-critical, and instead, he finds this. a locked safe, hidden behind a shelf in the batcave, coded with one of bruce’s personal encryptions. naturally, he assumes it holds classified files, maybe contingency plans, or something worthy of all the security.

he hacks it in under five minutes.

when the door swings open, damian stares.

it’s not secret mission files. it’s not weapons or emergency cash. it’s… drawings? old birthday cards? a lopsided clay model of a bat (which he immediately recognizes as drake’s terrible handiwork)?

his eyes narrow as he pulls out a faded crayon drawing—one of his, from when he was younger. it’s him, a wobbly little stick figure, standing next to bruce in an oversized bat symbol. he vaguely remembers making it, but he definitely doesn’t remember bruce keeping it.

“tt.” he huffs, shoving it back in the safe. ridiculous. sentimental. pointless.

and yet…

when bruce walks into the cave later that night, he finds the safe locked again, nothing out of place—except for one new addition. a freshly drawn sketch, carefully folded and placed on top of the pile.

it’s of the whole family. him, grayson, todd, drake, cain—everyone. standing together.

bruce doesn’t say anything about it.

but the next morning, damian notices that his drawing isn’t in the safe anymore. it’s framed on bruce’s desk.