#good dad bruce wayne

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Damian's Brain: This is extremely overwhelming and therefore we're shutting down.

Damian's Brain after finding out they're going to the zoo: Real shit?

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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.

[arkangelo-7]

Batman/Superman: World’s Finest 32

This scene is so fucking important to me. The fact that Dick’s death would has such a traumatic impact on Bruce that it literally is more powerful than the Spectre? The fact that losing Dick is so shocking, so horrifying, that Bruce is shocked back into his soul? Jeez.

[brucedefender4eva]

Bruce walks into the kitchen one day at breakfast and sticks a golden star right on Dick’s forehead.

Silence overtakes all of his kids as they stare incredulously because what the actual fuck??

“B?” Dick questioned warily, going crossed eyed as he tried to stare at the star in his forehead.

“Congratulations Dickie, you have successfully made only five death threats to individuals this entire week.” Bruce said solemnly, patting Dick on the head before turning to face his other children.

“Unfortunately, I will not be giving out any more gold stars.” Bruce’s eyes gazed at his children, particularly staying on Jason and Damian for a second longer than anyone else’s.

“Wha-? What about me??” Duke protested, throwing down his fork, a small splatter of syrup splashing onto the new wood varnish.

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “Duke, I’m Batman.”

“Right.” Duke muttered, slumping back down in his chair. “Stupid pickpocketers, next time I’ll make sure they can’t squeal.”

“Father! I demand a recount!” Damian’s chair squeaked loudly as he shot up from it, his small face set in a stubborn frown so similar to Bruce’s. “Grayson made two death threats to thugs on patrol yesterday.”

“Fucking tattle tale!” Duck hissed, grabbing his forehead and scampering away from Bruce, just in case he tried to take away his good star.

Bruce nodded and looked thoughtful. “Hmm, seven death threats… I’ll allow it. However, seven has become the cap in order to get a gold star.”

“One for everyday of the week!” Jason grinned, his eyes zeroing in on a barely awake Tim. “And since I’m long past the threshold…” Bruce slapped him on the back of the head, making him curse.

Cass tugs on Bruce’s sleeve and points to herself, the silent question very loud. “No Cass, your whole existence is a threat but also Stephanie likes to talk.”

Cass clicks her tongue and sits back down, phone already in hand, probably texting Stephanie about her betrayal.

“Looks like Dick is winning.” Bruce stated, suppressing a smirk as all of his kids heads whipped around and stared at him. Of course they would take the bait, there were as competitive as he was.

Even Tim now looked mostly aware of what was happening.

“It’s a new week, good luck.” Bruce nodded, walking out of the dining room, a grin breaking out across his face as the room erupted with noise.

[black-cat-luck]

no one teaches an assassin

how to grieve

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Damian is staring forward blindly, hands still sticky from not drying properly, suit still sticking to his skin, eyes still dry from crying all his tears. The room is painfully quiet, the last noise was the door slamming shut, still echoing off the empty walls. Damian is alone, the manor quieter than he’s ever heard it, uncomfortable and thick to sit in.

A new door opens, and Damian’s sight is filled with the face of his eldest brother’s, horrified eyes overlooking every one of the younger’s features, his lips move but no words reach Damian’s ears, his shoulders are shaken, but he doesn’t react, he doesn’t even blink. “Never forgive me.” He whispers, unsure when the words had managed to make their way up his throat, Dick makes a pained face and looks behind them, seeing their father’s bedroom door is shut. “I think you both could use some tea.” Damian hears those words, and then his body is cold as Dick moves his own away, taking his warmth and comfort. Damian seems lifeless again, unmoving until Dick is back in front of him a few minutes later.

There’s new voices now, Damian isn’t listening to anything, letting the hot cup burn his hands as he holds the tea Dick had forced into his grasp. He hears hushed whispers, gasps, curses. There’s other faces in his field of view, other worried hands prodding, pushing, trying to get a reaction out of him. He swats one away, and they’re at least grateful to know he’s aware.

After painfully long minutes, another door opens. Damian feels a chill run down his spine, and he nearly spills the tea as his shaking hands set it down onto the coffee table, head bowed as he listens to the footsteps getting closer, his heart beats loudly in his chest as he waits, and waits.

“Damian.” His father’s voice saying his name makes him cry, eyes squeezed shut as he bows himself lower, hands clenched in fists as he sits in his misery.

“Damian.” Hearing it a second time is near agonizing, he feels like he might throw up, petrified as he hears a few more steps, a new hushed whisper.

“Son.” Damian falls to his knees, sobbing openly now as he bows at Bruce’s feet, entire body trembling violently. “I’m sorry!” He chokes on his words, mouth full of his sorrows and pain, tongue feeling like it’d been split in two, he’s pressing his forehead to the ground, nails scratching at the tile, he’s never felt this kind of emotion, this mix of pain and terror, grief for someone who he can hear the breaths of.

“I know.” Bruce’s voice is soft, maybe it had been soft this whole time, Damian wouldn’t know. He can’t hear anything but his own cries, the ones that escape his lips, and the ones that he’s heard on repeat in his own mind for hours now. A hand touches his back and he flinches violently, worse than he ever has, pushing himself closer to the floor as if he’d been burned. “Please, son.” Bruce pleads, touching his back again, he waits until Damian lets him, and he places another hand on the boy, adding a soft pressure to his fingertips, coaxing Damian to lift his body up. The boy is heavier than he’s ever been, his grief dragging him as low as he feels. Damian cries out as if he’s pained, and Bruce doesn’t relent, eventually getting him to sit up.

Damian sits back on his ankles, face contorted in his despair, Bruce looks like he always has, and that’s what scares Damian the most, hands shaking as Bruce suddenly leans down, and hugs him. Damian is rigid as stone, hands opening and closing as Bruce squeezes him so tight he can’t breathe, face buried in his son’s shoulder. “I know you’re sorry, I know.” Bruce rasps, hands shaking as he rubs Damian’s back through the suit, and Damian can’t respond, his cries get louder, hyperventilating as he crumples in his fathers arms, throat raw as he screams, finally letting everything out of his small body, every noise and desperate cry is muffled in Bruce’s shirt, in Bruce’s arms, in his fathers comfort.

Bruce doesn’t let go even when they both struggle for air and have run out of tears to cry. Bruce lifts himself onto the couch beside them, and holds Damian in his arms just as tight as he had been. His son curls up closer now that he can, entire body engulfed in Bruce’s hold, comforted only knowing he’s in his father’s lap, it’s the safest place he could ever be.

The others are still there, as quiet as they can be, but on edge, alert, nervous and overwhelmed as they can only stare at the eldest and youngest of their family more vulnerable than either have ever been seen.

“I’m sorry.” Damian’s voice is hoarse, eyes sleepily struggling to stay open, staring at Bruce’s jaw, a bit of dried blood still staining the skin. “I know.” Bruce whispers, staring ahead of them as Damian’s hand grips his forearm, almost afraid to let go. “Can you ever forgive me?” His voice is weaker now, almost like he didn’t want to say the words, afraid for the answer. “I will.” Bruce responds, and that’s all Damian can hold onto, he doesn’t, he won’t for a long time, but eventually. One day, he will be forgiven.

“I’ve never felt that pain before. It wasn’t physical.” Damian says, sniffling. “Grief.” Bruce says its name like it’s an old friend.

“Grandson of the Demon Head.” Damian whispers, Bruce hums. “I wouldn’t have been able to get you to the pits in time.” He’s explaining, even as Bruce’s hold has tightened, he knows his father is swallowing down his anger.

“I don’t regret what I did. I regret I had to.” Bruce’s grip tightens if even for just a moment. “I know.” Is all he responds, Damian pulls one of his gloves off, licking his thumb, and wiping away the blood on his father’s throat. Bruce flinches at the first touch, but allows his son to continue. “You’ll forgive me one day. I can wait for that. The world needs Batman. I need my father.” Damian reasons, Bruce’s jaw is clenched, eyes dark as he stares at the empty hall in front of him. “I’ll forgive you.” He says, one day, he knows he will, Damian knows he will, so now they’ll both sit in their grief together.

Damian stares at the slight pink stain still on Bruce’s skin, the same skin he’d just seen torn open, the same blood that Bruce’s body laid in for thirty seven minutes, going cold, stained red, lungs empty of air. Damian knew he would never make it in time to get Bruce into the pits, he knew he wasn’t strong enough, a young teenage boy trying to carry his fathers body across the world to save him? It couldn’t be done, it wasn’t possible. But Damian was the Grandson of the Demon, Damian knew he had many possessions valuable to a hell crawler that would give his father back. It might’ve been easier to forgive, Damian thinks, if the life being breathed back into his father’s body wasn’t a curse. If Bruce didn’t wake up, and know he would never be put to sleep again. Immortality might have been a gift to others.

Bruce does not know what Damian traded for his life. Bruce fears Damian himself, doesn’t know what he traded. Bruce will never know, whether or not Damian knows, he will go to his own grave with the knowledge. A grave Bruce himself will have dug. Bruce is cursed to live through all of his children growing old and dying. Bruce’s own children couldn’t exist in a world without him that he is suffering the consequence of the same love he taught them. Bruce Wayne took on a mantle as both Batman, and as a father, and it is his curse that he is going to have to live with it, for the rest of eternity. Damian is sorry for cursing his father, Damian is not sorry that he couldn’t live in a world without him. No one ever taught an assassin how to grieve, and the son of Batman will stop at nothing to save someone he loves, even if they can’t forgive him for it yet.

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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.

[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-

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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.”

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Jason insists on being the bait for a joint mission with the Bats. But the moment he starts “screaming” during the interrogation process, Batman calls the whole thing off and smashes right through the window and into the first thug.

Absolutely nobody is surprised by this development. Except Jason.

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

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[everwalldigan]

My favourite thing ever is when Jason is drawn to resemble Bruce because I KNOWW his ass would HATE it😭😭

Dick: hey Jason you haven’t forgotten our meet u— oh my god are you ok?? What happened?

Jason *rocking back and forth on the floor with a traumatised look in his eyes, whispering in horror* someone mistook me for Bruce in the grocery store today.

Random kid at a charity event pointing at Jason standing grumpily in a corner: who’s that?

Bruce (smiling fondly): that’s my son Jason!

Random kid: he looks like you! :D

Jason: *leaves the room*

Bruce (running after him): jason, Jason they didn’t mean anything by it, Jason, you’re going to jump off a balcony just because of a child’s observation Jason?

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Batkids calling Bruce when they need him.

Dick gets arrested for underage drinking call my dad now he's not in the slightest scared but he wants his dad. Bruce who already got bail done and is wrapping Dick in a blanket.

Jason crashes a car already on the phone with Bruce who is speeding to him.

Tim is falling asleep at the office and wants to go home dad please pick me up. Waking up tucked in Bruce's bed.

Damian gets in a fight at school you call my father right now. He suspended but Bruce hugs him on the way out.

Cass standing face to face with David Cain the man who should have been her father but isn't but before she can scream for Bruce she's wrapped in his cape.

Duke calling Bruce because the kids at school have never been nice to a kid from the wrong side of the tracks and getting ice cream just because.

Stephanie just calling Bruce to talk knowing no matter how busy he is there will be time for her.

Babs who even though Jim Gordon is a great man after a nightmare about the joker only wants one man. Bruce running in the middle of the night to her door. Wrapping his batgirl in his arms.

Kids who aren't afraid to call Dad. He wont be mad he wants them to call. To know he will drop everything to get to his boys, or his girls. Scared birds shouting for the big bad bat and he comes running.

[foolishaetherguardian]

It was supposed to be a nice weekend off. No big world ending stories to cover, no not this week. This weekend was to kick back and write some good old fashioned celebrity gossip, hell Clark had somehow gotten them exclusive camera access for the big event; a charity auction in D.C. with all three of the Titans in attendance. Bruce Wayne had already been confirmed in attendance with a small army of wards while Oliver Queen and Lex Luthor were the surprise guests. Queen because he rarely attended events he wasn’t dragged to, either by his wife or his agent, and Luther because he never attended charity events that he wasn’t directly funding. So when Lois saw the guest list she had to stifle her own laughter. This wasn’t just going to be a break from the high octane world of investigative journalism, this weekend was going to be her magnum opus.

“Get a shot right as he leans across the table. If Cassandra is leaning on him it will outline his muscles under that suit.” It was going great. Clark handled finding out everything that the attendees were hiding and he made a half decent photographer and a handsome distraction. If only he hadn’t added a vest to his outfit. Somehow he always had a few extra layers to hide what Lois knew had to be a killer figure. Shame. It might even rival Superman’s. Clark had that same sort of effortlessly fit feeling. Not like Bruce Wayne. His fitness routine was the subject of furious debate. At least twice he had been spotted pulling his own car behind him after locking his keys inside. Not that you could tell with the way his tailor hid the world’s most eligible bachelor behind just a few layers of Italian fabric, whoever he had was a wizard with fabric. She turned to Clark to whisper the next set of photos to take. “Get a shot Queen when Dinah is smiling. It’s the only time he doesn’t look like he needs to be in suicide watch.”

That got a real smile from him, not the shy half awkward smiles he usually gave her. He looked good when he smiled properly. Lois shook that thought out of her head and reached for her glass. She was lucky she didn’t quite reach it. Clark suddenly pulled her back and down as three of Wayne’s guests vaulted their table, the only thing she caught was the flash of blonde hair. Followed by Bruce himself. Perfect form hurdling over the entire table and the guests like they weren’t even there. It was only after he landed that Lois saw the two younger Wayne’s bundled in his arms as he ran. Their security detail raced to catch them when suddenly the whole building shook. The earth itself rolled underneath them and then the world exploded around her. Okay that may be an exaggeration. It was just the skylight that exploded but it definitely felt like the whole world at the time.

“I thought you said this trip would be uneventful?” Clark managed to sound amused at the chaos as dozens of black suited figures dropped through. Those were ninjas. They were under attack by ninjas.

“Not another word farm boy.” Lois was holding back her own laughter at the absurdity of it all. But she had an appearance to keep up.

Bruce Wayne is not the smart guy who sees people running and also starts running. No sir he is white guy confirmed, that boy sees people running and investigates if he weren’t Batman he would die first in horror movies 100%

However- Bruce/Batman is the guy who sees his kids running and runs as well. He knows his kids, and if they’re running, he’s running. They would not run from a threat without viable reason, so he’s following. It’s an instinct honed by partnership, something you have to do in the field. He needs to trust them, instinctively, and if they run, he run. As partners they have to trust the others movements, fluidity, doing what they do without a seconds hesitation because in that second you’re dead. 

Batman hits all fours and you better believe Nightwing is kissing the floor. 

Red Hoods finger twitches toward his left side and Red Robin moves because that’s where he has his grenades and you better know that or you’ll be a casualty. 

Spoiler yells “jump!” And Batgirl is jumping no questions asked or she gets sawed in half.  

So if Batman sees Signal running- he packs up his shit (Robin) and is hightailing it after him. 

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i think my favorite Dad!Bruce trait is when ppl make him so desperate to give his kids anything and everything. it’s such a dad thing to do, right?

you want some money? here’s five grand, no questions asked. i bought you this book, i thought you’d like it. i remembered you told me you like apples so there’s an orchard in the backyard now. you want to keep a cow back there too? yeah of course.

anything that is mine is yours. anything in the world can belong to you if you just ask me. i just want you to be happy. i want to show i love you.