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josnhoes · 1 year ago

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Platonic!Yan batfam with young adult reader. Part 5

[Part 4]

Note: Reader is 18-22 years old. Gn reader

Content warning: being treated like a child, being looked down on, obsessions, soft yandere but still a yandere, reader has memory issues and it's ambiguous as to why, delusional batfam, batfam as a whole basically view you as a child younger then Damien despite you being older, dissociation, abduction, drugging, so many lies

Focus Bruce Wayne (all his POV)

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Bruce hadn't wanted you to ever see the cruelty of the world. It's why he and your siblings worked so hard to prepare a room for you in the manor as swiftly as they could. You were too good for Gotham, maybe even the world. He wanted your integration into the family as seemless as possible. Painless too. But maybe he should have listened to his youngest after that first visit of his.

Damian had been insistent you couldn't handle life on your own. That you needed them to care for you, which he agreed with! He just also knew he couldn't just take you. They were heros they couldn't just abduct you. He told Damian and the others to treat you like a feral cat. Stay close but give you space, step in when need be and let you warm up to them. And look what happened.

You were barely here mentally. The trauma haze and shock yet to leave you, if not made worse by the lie *he* told you. You'd forgive him once you were better, you'd realize he was just doing what he had to do as your father. The risk of you going home was too great now.

He remembered the panic when you woke up in the room the family had made for you in the cave. He had been there in costume. The sight of him had managed to calm you. He was glad for that, it meant you thought of him as safe. You shouldn't considering he lied to your face.

The lie was simple one, easily kept up by the entire family. The mugging you had seen planted a target on you. The woman you tried to save, her parents were well-known crimelords in Star City, and they blamed *you* for their daughter's death. A hit was out on you; so you had to stay here with them until it was safe.

The news had made the shock you were in worse, making your mental state deteriorate more than when you'd first arrived. But he was happy to see the moments where the fog lifted, where you opened up to them again. Once he was sure you were attached, he'd let them all meet you outside of the costumes but that was a while away.

By the third day you'd gone from a husk to a crying mess. They'd all tried to consol you even himself. He made a promise that soon things would get better. And they would! You'd join the family, he'd spoil you with anything and everything you could dream of. You'd be in the manor properly and not in the cave.

Your sadness was a knife in his heart. Like any good parent, he just wanted you to be safe and happy. Bruce knew that for now, safety was key. Still he wouldn't lie again and say he wasn't envious when one of your siblings got you to smile. So far Damian and Jason had been the ones managing to get you to relax best. The nickname Sparky had taken over among all of them.

There were a few moments where your panic would rise up, you'd demand to know when you could go home becoming hysterical at the idea of losing your job and subsequently your home. He knew you wouldn't lose your home since it was here with them as for a job? You were still so young you didn't need one. Still, you'd work yourself up so much that whoever was near had to drug you. The tranquilizer was a gentle one. You were only out a few hours and much calmer when you came to. The downside is you forgot a lot that happened, though for now, that was a blessing.

He couldn't wait for you to meet his father figure, your grandfather Alfred. Sure, you'd met him when you first got here, but you didn't remember it. It's probably for the best, considering you'd likely have put the 2 and 2 together before he was ready for you to have that information.

Bruce reached over to your resting form and fixed the blanket that had fallen off of your shoulder. Soon, you'd take your place in the family, and no one was having an easy time waiting for it.

#platonic yandere batfam #batfam x reader #platonic yandere #yandere batfam #yandere dc

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bizbat · 1 year ago

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And I Wake Up Alone.

~ Bruce Wayne x Black!Fem!Reader

~ Mild Smut

~ Angst

~ Wc: 880

~ The first part in a series based on Amy Winehouse's discography

~ Crossposted to AO3.

~ You can find more of my works here.

~ It's hard loving Bruce.

It's okay in the day, I'm staying busy.

Tied up enough so I don't have to wonder where is he.

Got so sick of crying, so just lately,

when I catch myself, I do a 180.

I stay up, clean the house, at least I'm not drinking.

Run around just so I don't have to think about thinking.

It's not hard to love him.

It's not hard to care about him, he's probably the most selfless man you've ever met. It's not hard to be comforted by his presence, there's something so soothing about his muscular arms wrapped around your waist. It's not hard to find him beautiful, even the parts of his skin that have been marred with scars still get soft kisses whenever he's shirtless in your presence. It's not hard to love Bruce. It's just hard to be in love with him.

It's hard knowing that some nights, he won't be coming back to bed. That one night he might not come back at all. And it's not too much different during the day. So you stay busy. In the morning, you get dressed, wake up Damian and Duke, and together you go eat whatever Alfred's made for breakfast. Then you go to work. Throughout those eight hours you keep yourself occupied, sometimes with work that's not even due till next week, just so you have something else to focus on.

Then, when work is over, you go home. You help with whatever homework Duke is pretending (for your sake) to struggle with, watching documentaries with Damian where he will correct the narrators, and having tea with Alfred after dinner.

That silent sense of content that everyone gets

just disappears soon as the sun sets.

It's almost perfect.

He's fierce in my dreams, seizes my guts.

He floods me with dread,

soaked in soul, he swims in my eyes by the bed.

Pour myself over him, moon spilling in.

It's almost perfect when he slips into bed beside you, the alarm clock on the dresser beside you reading 3:49 AM. It's almost perfect when his scarred hands brush over your soft, brown skin, caressing your sides and pressing chapped kisses to your neck and shoulders. When his hands and tongue give you all the love he neglects from you during the day, kissing, and sucking, and stroking. When he holds you to his bare chest, your hearts beating in tandem with one another. When he holds you tightly, as if he's trying to consume you in the sweetest, gentlest way possible.

And I wake up alone.

It's not perfect when you dream of him. When you can so vividly see the announcement of his death on the front page of The Gotham Gazette. Or when you see him laid in his casket, his face and hands red with blood and dark with bruises, ready to be buried beside his parents. It would be a nightmare if it wasn't so prophetic, if it wasn't true.

If I was my heart I'd rather be restless.

The second I stop the sleep catches up and I'm breathless.

As this ache in my chest, as my day is done now,

the dark covers me and I cannot run now.

My blood running cold, I stand before him.

He, surprisingly, is still there when you jolt awake. He's there when you're rapidly breathing in and out, terrified at the prospect of what will likely be his future.

It's not the feeling of his cold hands rubbing "comforting" circles into your skin, or the almost robotic way he tells you to breathe, or the sip of icy water he gets out of bed to get for you that calms you down.

It's the feeling of his weight in the bed beside you, his strong thigh lightly pressing against your own, the warm concern in his eyes that brings you back to Earth. He pulls you into his chest and you just breathe him in. All of him, the clean scent of his skin after his shower, the flowery detergent that you insist on using for your bedsheets, the smokey scent that seems to always accompany him no matter what. Once he sees that you've calmed down, once your heart returns to beating at its normal pace, he asks what’s wrong.

It's all I can do to assure him.

"Nothing."

When he comes to me, I drip for him tonight.

Drowned in me, we bathe under blue light.

He doesn't believe you, he's not stupid, but he knows it's not something you want to talk about. He can't blame you. He never wants to talk when you ask him what's wrong. So he won't make you. Instead he lets his gaze linger on your own, his lips press to your own, lets you love him. Let's you be in love with him. He lets you be soft against his muscles. And you let him be firm against your plush body. You let him love you back. Still wrapped in his warm, slightly sweaty, embrace, the both of you drift back off to sleep, legs intertwined and bonnet slightly askew.

And I wake up alone.

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hyperblue · 3 months ago

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— She is also intersex. She has PAIS, a syndrome of partial insensitivity to androgens. She is identified at birth as a boy because her genitals look male and the Drake family needs a male heir.

— She seemed to know that she was different from the boys. There is a lot in this, subtle or conspicuous - she sits quietly in a corner, clutching a teddy bear to her chest, watching her mother in fascination while other boys rush after each other with toy swords.

She differs from other boys in appearance, thin and relatively short, while the rest already reach their mothers' shoulders, and their muscles are strong and sinewy. She looks like her mother. Even Jack notices it-her lush dark hair, her lilac-blue eyes, her thin soft body, even the way she smiles or how beautifully her swan neck bends when she bends over a book.

— She has been longing for a child since childhood, dreams about it most often, it's a little girl, occasionally a boy, sometimes even twins. In dreams, she is an adult and looks even more like her mother, but Janet would never look like this - a simple dress, bare feet in soft socks, carelessly gathered hair. She rocks a bundle in her arms from which a tiny hand reaches out to her, she cradles a crying baby and baby calms down squeezes a tiny face into her neck.

Sometimes she is only pregnant with her child - she is sitting by the fireplace, and the fabric of her dress hugs her stomach, she gently holds her hand on it and looks lovingly at the man standing in the doorway, her love and the father of her child. He is faceless, but she always feels love for him.

— She buys her own things, necessities and her own wishes from an early age, at the age of 7, her Father simply entrusts her with her own card and tells her to use it wisely. She obeys him. All her clothes are actually girlish, even T-shirts and shorts.

She always dresses at home when the housekeeper comes, a kind grandmother with smiling wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She puts on a T-shirt dress and shorts.

Her hair is always long, but not too long to pay attention to, their gently curling tips touch her neck. Janet calls her Mom's boy with a smile.

— Her body reacts to testosterone and other male hormones with great reluctance and somehow. She has a light light fuzz on her body, a slightly low voice and she grows tall. She or her parents have to say that she is a boy because everyone who meets her for the first time calls her a girl. She doesn't want to dissuade them.

— She makes the transition after her mother's death and while her father is in a coma. Bruce, her guardian, is incredibly gentle and understanding, besides he is already the father of Elissa Adelia Grayson.

It feels like a sweet relief, as if she was standing on the edge, immoderately changing from foot to foot and finally she took a step forward, and soared into the sky, spreading her wings.

— She falls in love with Kon-El, Conner Kent, Superboy, her best friend and her soulmate abruptly and unexpectedly. It's just that one day, in his presence, her heart does her sister's signature somersault and she wants his strong but gentle hand to squeeze hers. He appears in her dreams, he is her beloved husband and the father of her child. She holds her hand on her stomach, Kon hugs her.

— When Bruce, her father, her Kon, Bart are dead, she feels her mind bursting at the seams under the onslaught of grief and pain. She collects Kon's things, everything could keep his pieces in. She thinks it's wrong...

— She holds her hand on the warm glass, the soft greenish liquid gently sparkles, two tiny embryos, viable and developing, seem to react to this, react to her. She puts her other hand on her stomach, a ghostly warmth warms her from the inside. Everything is almost as she dreamed, only Kon is not around.

she is everything to me. you can't even imagine she is everything to me

whenever i thought about tim as a girl in the context of this au, i always ended up thinking that in that case, cloning a child wouldn't be a mistake/accident but rather a planned and expected outcome, so you've pretty much guessed my own headcanons

(I'd sooo read a fic about her. scratch that I'd write a fic about her if could still write but oh well)

#dc #dc comics #timkon clone baby au #timkon clone baby #timkon #tim drake #red robin #eating this up #no crumbs left

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damianbugs · 2 years ago

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please share your dick and bruce fic recs, both sad and fun stuff

–someone who thinks about them a normal amount

OHHH my friend my dearest friend i will totally share the best most crazy brainworm inducing bruce and dick fics i have ever read. i wish i was exaggerating when i say this dynamic changed me as a person, but it is the truth i fear. THE troubled father and son blueprint.

DICK AND BRUCE FIC RECS ON AO3

a pointless resistance by emavee

It starts with a news report running in the background of a greasy little diner, but it ends with Dick dead. Except, it doesn't stop there. It keeps on ending, over and over. Bruce's son keeps dying, and nothing he does seems to make any sort of difference.

MY NOTES: whenever i stumble upon an emotionally repressed individual i imagine a little cartoon person in my head shouting SEND HIM TO THE TIME LOOP because it truly does fix all problems. wonderful bruce and dick writing and the dialogue was so real to me i have tears in my eyes just thinking about it. it is also set during the robin jason era!

Making Time by CaptainOzone

Bruce does not remember anything leading up to this moment. He does not remember teaming up with Superman recently, nor does he remember being anywhere but Gotham proper. He does remember having Robin at his side. Robin, it turns out, is not there any longer. God does he hate magic.

MY NOTES: you'll notice a common theme with these recs and that is bruce needs to be having a horrible time and then is forced to confront his emotions and express them accordingly to dick. there is something very bittersweet about this yet it was handled so wonderfully. again, tears in my eyes.

Catch and Release by snackbaskets

There's a tradition among the family: when in danger, you grab the smallest Robin and hang on tight. But like all traditions, this one had to start somewhere, right? Alternately: three times Dick bodily attacks his father (with love)

MY NOTES: ohhh i think about the last part of this fic like all the time. something so sweet and precious about it to me. such a fun and comforting read.

Afraid of the Dark by WrongLeverKronk

The wind whispered outside his window and the dim moon failed to provide comfort. He was embarrassed. Richard Grayson sat on his bed, above the covers, with his arms wrapped firmly around his knees that were tucked against his chest. He thought everything would be fine when he parted from his friends for the evening, that his confidence would follow him in solitary. He regretted parting as soon as he turned out the lights in his bedroom and became enclosed by the eerie atmosphere. (Or: the aftermath of the episode in which Robin hallucinates Slade. He calls Batman)

MY NOTES: can u hear the sounds of me screaming crying sobbing. one of my first ever dick and bruce fics. fun fact i have never watched teen titans but watched this episode specifically just for fun and then read this and now it is seared permanently into my mind forever. anyways read this.

in the dark of the night by fanfictiongreenirises

“I already have a dad, y’know? So you don’t have to be my new dad. I don’t really want you to be my dad, anyway. We can be friends. Partners.” Bruce seems to sigh in relief, having stiffened up halfway through Dick’s speech. “Friends and partners, then.” And they were in agreement. Bruce and Dick and a series of steps and leaps and jumps.

MY NOTES: sometimes im okay and then i remember how many times dc COULD have made bruce adopt dick and DIDNT because they SUCK and so this fic is here to warm the hearts of all those who need it. so lovely.

After the Wake by nighhtwing (divineauthor)

Fathers should not bury their children. —•— When Jason dies, Dick comes home, and Bruce muses on being a parent.

MY NOTES: a shorter one, but man does it pack a real punch to the heart. i find bruce and dicks dynamic immediately after jasons death the most fascinating and this was a wonderful spin on it!

You Are My Reflection (As I Am Yours) by Fairy527

A rope snaps. A collective scream echoes in the tent. (A threatening low voice. A sinister metallic click.) The Flying Graysons fall, and Bruce is sent back to that fateful night in Crime Alley

MY NOTES: clutches my heart screaming OHH. OH THE PARALLELS. there is just something so personal about the night the graysons fell and the night the waynes died being referenced with one another AND THIS GOT IT SOOO WELL. tears. tears forever.

i can't promise (it's not written in the stars) by konan_konan

Batman is following him, surely, but he’s smaller and faster and he’s not going to let someone take him and lock him up again. Wayne Manor, he’s learned, is just another kind of prison. It may be big and fancy but it is also empty and cold and he’s not going back. Tony Zucco dies tonight, he tells himself. It is the only thing that matters. or: dick loses two soulmates, and gains three.

MY NOTES: oh this fic. i need a moment. soulmate aus can be a real hit or miss sometimes but the way it was portrayed in this literally surpasses all expectation it was just SO GOOD. the dick introspection is honestly one of my favourites like. ever.

In This or Any Other Universe by wildsofmarch

There was a new vigilante in his city: a man who smiled too much and talked too loud and knew his way around a fight a little too well. Bruce wasn't bothered by his antics. Except the man also seemed to know a little too much about him. Who was this Nightwing, anyway? ------ OR: Dick Grayson (DCU) accidentally lands himself in Battinson’s Gotham.

MY NOTES: here it is. my favourite bruce and dick fic of all time forever and ever. im so serious. the tears are not in my eyes because they are streaming down my face. the idea of battinson with a robin was lovely and now that this gives us battinson with NIGHTWING i am just inconsolable. MUST READ.

#dick grayson #bruce wayne #batfamily fic recs #saki batfam fic recs #batfam

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ghost-bxrd · 7 months ago

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Howdy!

Hope you’re having a owl-some day!

For your Court of Owls Au, I was wondering at what point does everyone accept Tim as part of the flock?

I saw one post that said Bruce takes him under his wing as soon as he realizes his parents go south for the winter (and fall, and spring, and summer lol) without him

And another that said that Cobb wouldn’t view him as part of the parliament until Jason does

I feel like Cass would probably probably love her little owlet brother pretty quick? He joined the fray before her so she wouldn’t have known a time before so I think she would be less inclined to think of him as a cuckoo. Do you agree?

I’m curious at what point Dick would. Canon Dick was teaching Tim flying patterns pretty soon after he accepted Tim as a mentee but Talon Dick had a stronger connection to Jason so I wonder how that would impact their relationship

I’d love to know what makes Jason accept him as a bird of a feather instead of seeing his presence as fowl play

Also would Cobb immediately accept him after Jason says Tim is a part of his party or would he have to do something that proves his loyalty or be in some sort of danger that makes Cobb begrudgingly view him as part of the family?

I’m also curious, once they do accept him, how protective of Tim are they all? Do they keep him close to the nest or let him fly free with the expectation that he keeps them in the loop?

How would they react to him being in danger after they’ve claimed him as one of their own?

(Sorry for all the bird puns, I made one and then couldn’t help myself and had to make more lol)

Hi! So the Talon!Dick Au (Owl Song) is a different universe than the one where the entire batfam is part of the Court of Owls (Court Family Au).

But to answer your question: Cobb would really only accept Tim after Jason has warmed up to him.

Before that, Cobb would only ever see him as an imposter. A poor substitute for the son ward him and Bruce lost. Him threatening to gut Tim was a very serious threat, and also one Bruce had to put his foot down with and straight up order his (slightly deranged) Talon not to act on.

Tim’s attempt to help stabilize the Court (and Bruce) doesn’t help his case very much, because while it sure improves the over all dire situation Gotham’s found herself in after Jason’s death, Tim unwittingly had to take over a lot of the operations and projects that used to be Jason’s.

Cobb was… very protective of the “little street rat” turned “Heart of the Court”. Having someone else “bully” their way into their lives to insert himself into the achingly vacant place Jason left behind dialed his murderous instincts up to a million.

The only reason Cobb doesn’t ignore the command to not hurt Tim is because he can see that both Bruce and Dick take comfort in his presence. That’s it. The moment he thinks Tim is “obsolete”… well. Timbers should keep himself useful is what I’m saying. There’s a proverbial sword of Damocles hanging over him at every step and turn.

As for Cass, she wouldn’t have very many contact points with Tim. She rarely stays at the manor for long, usually opting to oversee Court operations from the Shadows to make sure there are no unnecessary deaths or civilian casualties happening. When she’s home she usually also stays hidden, choosing to observe the manor’s occupants. And sometimes, when Dick or Bruce look particularly sad, she curls up in the seat next to them and leans her head on their shoulders. That always seems to make them happy.

Once Bruce finds out about Tim’s parents being a no-show most of the time and he moves into the manor… well, I think Cass would be intrigued, but everyone’s body language is sending her a lot of mixed signals in regard to the newcomer’s presence.

Dick doesn’t have an issue with Tim. He’s… less than happy about it at first though. Especially when he thinks Tim really is supposed to be a replacement for Jason. But Bruce clears that one up very quickly.

Regardless, Cobb doesn’t agree (he rarely does)

Jason would eventually, and very grudgingly, realize that Tim is the personification of a sad wet cat and extend an olive branch to him in the form of just— existing with him in the same room without spitting vitriol.

Tim straight up thinks he’s going to be murdered. Right now. (Because he can totally see Cobb staring at him from the shadows, he’s got a sixth sense for that look by now)

It’s a slow going progress, but over time Jason’s animosity towards Tim morphs into a fierce kind of protectiveness

And Cobb doesn’t like it, not at all. But Jason’s claimed the kid as part of the parliament, so he’s bound to accept him into the flock as well now.

I’m not sure yet whether Cobb ever truly ends up becoming protective and fond of Tim, but there would definitely have to be another catalyst for it.

#court family #court family au #jason todd #batfamily #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batfam #tim drake #Cassandra Cain #William Cobb

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years ago

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would love to see doting husband bruce' wife go zero contact w her parents🙏🏽

Bruce swallowed the angry things he wanted to say. They weren't going to help. They weren't going to mend another broken heart.

And all he could do is pull you against his chest and stew about it. But. When you started to cry, gasping and shaking. Your hands balling around handfuls of his shirt, it took all of his effort not to deposit you in a chair and go to their house. To demand that they apologize to you and... well. He didn't know what, but it was painful, watching you hurt so much.

At first, he'd thought your reticeience to introduce him was some left over teenage angst. He'd love for his parents to know you. To have parents to introduce you to. To see his father be charmed by your temper and his mother to get the daughter she'd always wanted... But now, after seeing you be yo-yoed back and forth. Being too much and not enough... Trying so hard to get them to love you. He knew why. You'd been afraid that if you weren't enough for them, there must be something wrong with you. That he wouldn't want you-

"Sweetheart," he soothed. "Baby I'm here. You're okay. Please don't cry."

"I- I'm s-sorry," you gasp, pulling away from him, wrapping your arms around yourself for comfort. Still reeling. Still confused.

Bruce didn't reach for you, feeling lost. He hadn't meant for you to apologize. He hadn't meant for you to pull away. You weren't wrong. When they'd been rude to Dick you stood up for him. Put yourself between them and the argument that ensued had been... Brutal. And apparently had only gotten worse when he'd whisked Dick out of the room. Enough that even as a lawyer- someone that had BEEN IN LIFE OR DEATH fights, you couldn't quite stop the angry tears that had started to fall.

It was when they started to mock you for it. To scream at you for getting emotional that Bruce had stepped in.

He'd been paralyzed, watching you struggle to breathe- helpless to know what to do. Watching the love of his life drown. He'd been so preoccupied he hadn't even noticed Dick.

Not until he tugged insistently on the hand hanging down by your side, proffering tissues. "Y/N- he whined, "Come play with me?"

You take a tissue, turning your face away to wipe your nose and take a ragged breath. "I don't- what game, buddy?"

Tears are still falling but, faced with a worried little face and too warm hands tugging at you- wanting comforted- it snaps you out of it a little. "Or we can watch a movie," he said consideringly. Holding his arms out now. Demanding to be picked up.

When you comply, cradling him against your side he rests his head on your shoulder, skinny little arms wrapping around your neck. "What movie?" you ask.

"Something where a witch dies," he said scowling.

"Dick-"

Your damp laugh cuts Bruce off and he lets go of a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding as you squeeze the boy and let him wipe your face off. "Your parents suck," he said. "You should smacked them."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about them, baby bird," you tell him. "They won't be coming back here. Not for a long time."

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #doting husband!bruce #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert

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uummi · 1 year ago

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Written for @dicktimweek 2023

Day 7: Batman!Dick and Robin!Tim | Incest Kink | Mutual Pining

Words Count: 1708

Title: The loss

Pairing: Dick Grayson & Tim Drake| Dick Grayson/Tim Drake

Part 3/3

Dick liked when Tim had nightmares at night he would tuck in to his room with the plush toy they got after he was adopted in his hand

A tiny body, slightly flushed around his blue eyes, wiping his nose on the sleeves of his sweater, would enter by lowering the handle of the door and put his head towards the point where Dick's chest was

Usually, before approaching the room, the squeak of his slippers would be heard in the old mansion, and this would be a harbinger for Dick that his little baby was approaching him. Sometimes he would open his eyes, which had just begun to fall asleep, to the boy who was trying to get up with his little fingers moved on his chest, to this image that made his heart feel warm

Either way, Dick would take a stroll through the silky hair, while his lips would drop little kisses on every spot he found. Tim gradually began to calm down with the feeling of security provided by his touch, and after a while Dick would let out a slight giggle at the trail of saliva flowing down on his T-shirt because of him

A few months after the adoption of his little baby, he began to call him dad, causing him to become overwhelmed with excessive love. Tim was so innocent, and him giving Dick the strength to take care of him with this way of calling was like completing a missing part in his soul

Everything felt so right, and Dick would watch Robin's back when they were on patrol at night, and when he was injured, he would dress his little baby's sore spots, hold him in his arms and show his love with soft touches on his back

He also knew that Tim especially enjoyed Dick's treating him like the child he already was, his biological parents had deprived him of this right, so sometimes Dick could see him as younger than the age he was

This could sometimes lead to babyish movements that started with a slight blurring of Tim's eyes, which Dick was definitely not bothered about helping his increasingly defenseless little one

They continued to live in this order a few years, however, as always, at one of the moments when he felt that everything was falling into place in his life, everything got mixed up

Joker, who has not been able to get out of his cell where he has been locked up in Arkham since Bruce's death, Dick had made certain expenses from the Wayne inheritance that he now has to make this situation permanent, he escaped by taking advantage of a problem that occurred during the security exchange

Since Dick received the news, he has been doing laps around his room at the manor, sometimes taking slightly wavy tufts of his hair on his hands out of anger and pulling hard

He couldn't bear to go through the same thing. He could not allow one of the family paintings that colored the pale walls to be painted with a blood-colored crimson again

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He should have spoken to Tim and stated that he would not be on patrol while these events were happening

There shouldn't have been a flight he didn't know about, like with Jason. Dick should have had the opportunity to install the safety net

He put his decision into practice. A few days before Tim's twelveth birthday, and nearly two years after adding his own surname to him, Dick put the still small body on his knees and told the story of the first Batman and Robin after himself, whom Tim did not remember

And he wanted only one thing after that conversation, Tim would stay safe while the Joker set the streets of Gotham on fire once again

During the first three days, that promise worked really good. When Dick returned to the cave, Tim had a first aid kit in his hand and a smile that he knew would comfort him, even though he was so nervous, he tried to dress his wounds and sometimes gave directions over the coms

As time progressed, his distress was increasing and his desire not to stand still was surging, but he was still doing everything in his power to keep his word

But right now he grabbed his oldest friend by the collar and moved her wheelchair, hitting the wall, forcing himself to open his lips, wanting to vomit poison, even though his eyes were full of tears

How would she did this to him, Dick stated that he would only cooperate with the police or the other heroes if necessary to catch the Joker, and said very precisely that Robin would not be in the field

That was a fact, Tim liked to disobey Batman's orders like every Robin before him did at least for once. Especially if he believed that the outcome would be better in his all-thinking brain, sometimes he wouldn't even feel the need to warn Dick

But Batman wasn't the one who banned Robin from the field. Dick Grayson-Wayne had asked his adopted son Timothy Grayson-Wayne to stay at home and be safe

Tim was not a boy who rejected what his father said. Sometimes he even understood what he wanted from the body movements without even waiting for the young man to say anything and tried to help with everything he could

Tim would listen to the words, while Robin would dive into danger

Barbara decided on her own and woke up Robin, who Dick had put to sleep before leaving for that case, and sent him into the middle of danger saying Dick needed help

And now his little baby was dead

Just like what happened to Bruce and, in a sense, Jason, a single psychopath took away his entire family, and now he was trying to spread his celebratory music around the city

He let go of the hand on Barbara's collar he had placed and started walking towards the exit without a word

He ignored the shouts coming from behind telling him not to be like him and the red-haired woman asking for help, possibly by calling the police

It was too late for everything...

If the Joker wanted to laugh so much, he would draw a new smile on his body for the sake of the years they spent together

He broke all the traffic rules whether he knew it or not, squeezing the steering wheel of the Batmobile until the knuckles in his hands turned white and driving towards the cathedral building where he knew the Joker was found

If he didn't manage to arrive before the police, it would be very difficult for him to take revenge, so he had to be fast

For a moment, even though he heard Bruce's voice in his head telling him that killing wouldn't do anything, he kept stepping on the gas. He fulfilled his wish for his death and was never became the reason why the psychopathic clown took his last breath

The point to which these words brought him had resulted in another desire for revenge...

He angrily closed the door of the car he got out of with a firmness that caused the windows to shake, and took a deep breath outward over the empty street view

Then he started walking with fast steps, not caring about one of the Joker's employees who invited him in

For a moment, he wanted to think that Tim had left his life between his fingers, at least without suffering and tears, with a death that he had not expected Dick's help for in the previous hours

But now when he saw the body holding Robin's torn costume in his hands with the cut smile under the eyes covered by the green hair, he clenched his fist without uttering a single warning sound and passed it to the face that continued to grin

The booming sound of each fist made Dick laugh. The body that started to fight for his life after a while under was bringing a question to his mind 'Was it really so easy?'

If it was something he could have done before, why had he lost so many people?

He started to put his fists harder. No, he was refusing to have an easy death for him. He would physically reflect every single one of the pain he had caused himself to him

Although after a while he felt that he began to completely lose the perception of time, he refused to stop and continued his process until he was distracted by thin fingers touching his arm and then his ears started hearing again

'Dad, dad, please stop now...'

His baby boy, who was wearing nothing but a singlet and a mask, was holding the end of his upper clothing and sobbing, trying to stop the tears flowing from his blue eyes

His body was shaking and he was looking at Dick as if he was afraid of him

With quick movements, Dick threw the pieces washed with Joker's blood over and lowered the cowl from his face, knelt down, then began to wait for his tiny baby to arrive to him with open arms

Seeing this scene again, which they did in the first days after the adoption, will have ignited something in his emotions, because Tim quickly curled up to his chest and squeezed his T-shirt, starting to cry

Dick muttered something to calm him down, dropped little kisses on the places where he could touch without disturbing him and tried to prevent his own fast-beating heart and the curling of his lips

He knew that just a one-time acceptance was not the solution to everything. Tim was probably afraid that Dick would return to being someone like his biological parents because he killed, but they would find a way to deal with it somehow too

Because now there was nothing left to make him afraid of losing...

And if it would happen, Dick will do everything necessary so that him and his baby can be together forever

#dicktim #batcest #dicktimweek #dicktimweek2023

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rockislandadultreads · 2 years ago

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Warm Up With a Good Book: More Heartwarming Story Recommendations

The Boardwalk Bookshop by Susan Mallery

When fate brings three strangers to a charming space for lease on the California coast, the Boardwalk Bookshop is born. Part bookstore, part gift shop, part bakery, it's a dream come true for Bree, Mikki and Ashley. But while their business is thriving, their personal lives are...not.

Bree, wounded by brilliant but cold parents and her late husband's ultimate betrayal, has sworn to protect her heart at all costs. Even from Ashley's brother, a writer and adventurer who has inspired millions. He's the first man to see past Bree's barricades to her true self, which terrifies her. Mikki has this divorce thing all figured out - somehow, she's stayed friends with her ex and her in-laws... until a new man changes how everyone looks at her, and how she sees herself. Meanwhile, Ashley discovers that the love of her life never intends to marry. Can she live without being a wife if it means she can have everything else she's ever wanted?

At sunset every Friday on the beach in front of the Boardwalk Bookshop, the three friends share a champagne toast. As their bond grows closer, they challenge one another to become the best versions of themselves in this heartachingly beautiful story of friendship, sisterhood and the transformative power of love.

A Dog’s Way Home by W. Bruce Cameron

Lucas Ray is shocked when an adorable puppy jumps out of an abandoned building and into his arms. Though the apartment he shares with his mother, a disabled veteran, doesn't allow dogs, Lucas can't resist taking Bella home.

Bella is inexplicably drawn to Lucas, even if she doesn't understand the necessity of games like No Barks. As it becomes more difficult to hide her from the neighbors, Lucas begins to sneak Bella into the VA where he works. There, Bella brings joy and comfort where it is needed most.

After Bella is picked up by Animal Control because pit bulls are banned in Denver, Lucas has no choice but to send her to a foster home until he can figure out what to do. But Bella, distraught at the separation, doesn't plan to wait. With four hundred miles of dangerous Colorado wilderness between her and her person, Bella sets off on a seemingly impossible and completely unforgettable adventure home.

This is the first volume in the “A Dog’s Way Home” series.

The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto by Mitch Albom

This is the epic story of Frankie Presto - the greatest guitar player who ever lived - and the six lives he changed with his six magical blue strings.

Frankie, born in a burning church, abandoned as an infant, and raised by a music teacher in a small Spanish town, until war rips his life apart. At nine years old, he is sent to America in the bottom of a boat. His only possession is an old guitar and six precious strings. His amazing journey weaves him through the musical landscape of the 1940s, ’50s and ’60s, with his stunning playing and singing talent affecting numerous stars (Duke Ellington, Hank Williams, Elvis Presley) until, as if predestined, he becomes a pop star himself.

He makes records. He is adored. But Frankie Presto’s gift is also his burden, as he realizes the power of the strings his teacher gave him, and how, through his music, he can actually affect people’s lives. At the height of his popularity, tortured by his biggest mistake, he vanishes. His legend grows. Only decades later, having finally healed his heart, does Frankie reappear just before his spectacular death - to change one last life. With the Spirit of Music as our guide, we glimpse into the lives that were changed by one man whose strings could touch the music - and the magic - in each of us.

Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt

After Tova Sullivan's husband died, she began working the night shift at the Sowell Bay Aquarium, mopping floors and tidying up. Keeping busy has always helped her cope, which she's been doing since her eighteen-year-old son, Erik, mysteriously vanished on a boat in Puget Sound over thirty years ago.

Tova becomes acquainted with curmudgeonly Marcellus, a giant Pacific octopus living at the aquarium. Marcellus knows more than anyone can imagine but wouldn't dream of lifting one of his eight arms for his human captors - until he forms a remarkable friendship with Tova.

Ever the detective, Marcellus deduces what happened the night Tova's son disappeared. And now Marcellus must use every trick his old invertebrate body can muster to unearth the truth for her before it's too late.

The Good Neighbor by Maxwell King

Fred Rogers (1928–2003) was an enormously influential figure in the history of television and in the lives of tens of millions of children. As the creator and star of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood, he was a champion of compassion, equality, and kindness. Rogers was fiercely devoted to children and to taking their fears, concerns, and questions about the world seriously.

The Good Neighbor, the first full-length biography of Fred Rogers, tells the story of this utterly unique and enduring American icon. Drawing on original interviews, oral histories, and archival documents, Maxwell King traces Rogers’s personal, professional, and artistic life through decades of work, including a surprising decision to walk away from the show to make television for adults, only to return to the neighborhood with increasingly sophisticated episodes, written in collaboration with experts on childhood development. An engaging story, rich in detail, The Good Neighbor is the definitive portrait of a beloved figure, cherished by multiple generations.

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themurderofcrowscollective · 2 years ago

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Okay, but have you considered the following? Bruce reacting to his children calling him 'dad' for the first time.

I've been sitting here (bbq sauce on my tiddies, sorry) looking at batfam headcannons and sure, a lot of them are heart-touching and/or chaotic, but I haven't seen this yet so I'm doing it. Dick, having just been taken under Batman's wing (and in my case, officially adopted) only a month ago, immediately calling Bruce 'Pop'. I shit you not, with how I see Bruce, that man will freeze up and have an existential crisis about being an actual dad while Alfred helps him with advice and pointers. For Jason, I see him being apprehensive at first about calling Bruce 'dad' because of various traumas and fears of losing his closest family member(s), but when he eventually comes around to calling Bruce 'dad', he'll accidentally let it slip in one of their conversations. Again, Bruce would be a bit shocked to hear it, but he'll be more understanding about it and embarrass Jason sometimes by calling him 'son'. Tim would think he'd be unafraid to say it to Bruce's face, but in reality, he'd be a bit nervous about it and try not to say it until he blurts it out in a fit of nervous anxiety and Bruce would be very understanding knowing that he already had two other sons of his take time to say it. Damian had immediately called Bruce 'Father', but I like to think he only says 'Father' coldly until he warmed up to everyone and later started to call him 'dad'. Bruce's heart would probably melt because at first, Damian was just cold until later on and secondly, he's be glad to know that he did good in being a dad. At this moment, I was just focusing on the first four sons so uh, hope ya don't mind that. I just really like thinking about that cause it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside ALSO Bonus! The boys asking Bruce about how he was raised as a kid and Bruce explaining that after his parents' death, Alfred is more of a father figure to him than just a butler which would lead the boys to seeing Alfred as 'Grandpa' or 'Grandpop'. I kid you not, Alfred would cry tears of joy saying he'd be honored. yeeh

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leastlikelytoachieve · 3 years ago

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Bruce Wayne x reader, friends to lovers? Readers parents worked on the estate when they were kids and they grew up together, but after Bruce’s parents death they drifted apart and meet years later and ✨feelings✨ happens!

Also really liked the first chapter of the Cinderella fic, very excited for more!

YOU WERE EVERYTHING

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x reader ( I think I indicated the reader as female but if you blink you will miss it.) friends to lovers

Warnings: a little angsty I think, yelling, tears, attempted assault?? Nothing too wild.

A/N: It has taken me so long to get out of this funk I have been in but I am hoping this fic is what I needed to jump back in. I've been working on this one on and off since I got the request. I hope I did it justice..haha..get it...justice..anyways. ENJOY BABES!!!

“I have a large black coffee and a large English Breakfast Tea for Alfred!!” I yelled from behind the counter, I was currently smack in the middle of the morning rush. Setting them down on the counter and preparing to turn when I saw the all too familiar face of Alfred Pennyworth, himself.

“Wait, Alfred??” He stopped, scrunching his brows together trying to remember where he knew me from. “It’s Y/N, my parents used to work for you at the Wayne Estate a long time ago.” Realization and a warm smile crossed his features as he answered, “ahhh Y/N, that’s right. Wow. How have you been? How are your parents anyway?” My eyes dropped as I answered. “Oh, they're…uh…they passed. In the flood.” Not a lie, they perished the same night. Only they had been standing directly next to one of the marked vans when it exploded. The coroner couldn’t tell me if it had been the explosion that killed them or the sudden rush of water, but I like to imagine they didn’t suffer. “Anyway, how is it at the Wayne Tower? How is Bruce?” I could see sorrow in his eyes about my parents but he could tell I didn’t want to dwell on the subject. “He is good, very good. Doing everything he can to help the city. You two were inseparable as kids. Bonnie and Clyde, your parents and I used to call you.” I laughed, remembering the older boy sneaking me out of the workers quarters at night to run around the estate and play hide and seek.

“Listen, you should come by the tower sometime. I’m sure Bruce would love to see you, and Lord knows that boy needs a breath of fresh air.” he said as he scribbled down an address on a napkin. I shoved it into my pocket, doubting that I would use it. Bruce and I drifted apart for a reason, and it wasn’t on my accord. Sure, we had kept in touch for a while after his parents passed and they cut the staff. My mind drifted back to the last time he spoke to me, I was 15, he was 17. He was in a broody mood, which wasn’t abnormal for him. He was standing outside his parents closed bedroom door with a big chain and lock in his hand. I remember placing my hand on his shoulder. I remember him turning to me bitterly and telling me to go away. After a few minutes, my stubbornness was worn thin by the hurtful words he spit out towards me. The last time I saw him was when he was just barely 18 and he was driving an old charger in some underground street race I had been forced to attend by some friends.If it were anyone else, they wouldn’t recognize the heir to the Wayne throne. But I could pick those eyes out of a lineup. He saw me, but he looked right through me.

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Days had passed since Alfred gave me the address and a personal invitation to the Wayne Tower. The old napkin sat on my desk collecting dust, catching my eye every once in a while. I can’t say I never developed a crush on Bruce Wayne but I can say the feelings were never mutual. I was always infatuated with the older boy, my mind raced against my heart as I thought about seeing him again. Screw it. I knew where the tower was by heart, I didn’t need the napkin. I slipped on my converse and marched out the door. Maybe I should have waited until it was daylight outside.I drew my arms around my frame, pulling my jacket tighter around my body. I wasn’t far from the tower when I heard the footsteps, I could see the big bright “WAYNE” name in the sky. I quickened my pace, hoping it was just some other innocent person trying to get to their destination. But one set of footsteps turned into two, turned into three. Every inch of my body told me to keep walking and not look back. “‘Never look back” my father would always tell me.

Even so, I glanced over my shoulder, only to see three men dressed in baggy clothes headed straight for me. Whipping my head back around, I focused on the sign that read “WAYNE” but pronounced “Sanctuary” in my head. I quickened my pace until I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder and heard a deep voice say “Hey honey, sorry I’m late.” My instinct was to yank away from the person but the arm around my shoulders was too strong. Throwing my gaze up to the man, I noticed a strong jaw and dark hair, but when he glanced down at me, I recognized his eyes. His beautiful, piercing, oceanic eyes. The eyes I had fallen for so many years ago. “Bruce,” it came out as more of a whisper than I had intended. He flicked his eyes back up towards the street. “That ever happens. Just stare straight ahead, keep walking.” I maneuvered my arm around his waist and muttered a “thank you” eventually, we made it to the tower.

“What were you doing out here this late, Y/N?”

Coming to see you “I uh…I was at a friend's house, lost track of time.”

“Why were you walking this way? You live the other way.”

Because I just lied to you. I wasn’t going home “I must have gotten turned around.”

The look he gave me said that he didn’t buy it, but he let it pass. “Come inside. It’s not safe out here right now.” I dutifully followed him through the front door with no desire to continue to be chastised by Bruce Wayne. The tower looked and smelled exactly how I remembered it. Except instead of buzzing with people and activity, it was dark…empty…lonely.

“Ahh…Y/N, I’m so glad you decided to come. I wasn’t sure you would take me up on the offer.” Bruce glanced down at me with one eyebrow raised. Busted. “Please take your coat off, I have a fire running just in here, let me fix some tea.” Alfred ushered us into a room with two, rather extravagant brown leather couches. “I’ll just go start the tea while you two catch up.” Alfred stated, before he walked out, closing the huge wooden doors behind him.

“Y/N-”

“You promised, Bruce. You promised that no matter what, no matter if we fought, no matter WHAT, we would always have each other. And then one day, you shut me out. I kept waiting for you to come back, to keep your promise. You never did. You promised. And you lied. That is why I came here. Because you deserve to know how much you hurt me.” Bruce sat in silence as years worth of tears burned lines of betrayal into my cheeks.

“Y/N” He reached forward and placed a hand on the side of my face, his thumb swiping across my cheek, smearing the tears and making room for the ones waiting to fall.

“No! I loved you Bruce! So much! But of course you couldn’t be bothered with the low class, peasant girl that swooned over the prince of Gotham like a lost puppy. Your pity for me ran out and you were done with me.” I pulled his hand from my face and stood up to walk away. Two steps into my grand exit, I felt a hand wrap around my wrist, anchoring me to my place on the floor.

“Is that what you think? You think I pitied you? Y/N, I was in LOVE with you. It scared the hell out of me.”

I scoffed, “you were in love with me, so you tossed me to the street like I was nothing?” Bruce stood up, towering over me, grabbing my face in both of his hands, forcing my eyes to look into his. It felt in that moment like he would yell, scream in my face what he thought was so obvious. But his voice came out at just over a whisper.

“Look at me…you were everything.” and then he kissed me. He kissed me in the way I always dreamed he would. Gently, full of love. He kissed me like I was made of glass and he would break me with the slightest touch. “You were everything” he repeated the sentence in between kisses like a prayer.

Kiss "you were everything" Kiss "you were everything"

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tiny-space-platypus · 3 months ago

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Now that the vote is almost over I can explain the possible not plots for next chapter!

TW kind of suicidal Danny, dead child, space grave

Part 1

Supernova Remnant

So I was actually kind of excited for this possible plot and might revisit it later. First title break down, because I think I was being clever.

superman appears!

Supernovae are one of the most violent and important events in the universe "Supernovae were named because they were objects that appeared to be 'new' stars, that hadn't been observed before in the well-known heavens. Of course, the name is actually a bit ironic, since supernovae are actually stars at the end of their lifecycle, stars that are going out with a bang, so to speak." Nasa. A Supernova Remnant is what comes after. In the past and sometimes present these are misunderstood as new stars instead of long dead ones. SNRs are actually where plenty of elements come from. Nasa. I choose to think of it at the last step of death as well as the first step of live.

So this story, Danny would have left Damian and his family behind. He practically didn't have one anymore anyways. His parents had died to their own Hubris and obsession. Even though they weren't actually dead, they were still among the living but they had stopped being parents a long time before. Danny had mourned them, mourned the mom and dad who loved him dearly till they didn't. Till their obsession had killed him again and made him so much more aware. The worst part was that their mistakes, their inability to see ghost as anything but dangerous had cost Danny yet another childhood and yet another home. That was his first death as Danny and second as Danyal.

Then he died for the 3rd time, betrayed by his best friends, forced to live as phantom again. That was the real death of Danny, that's when the niceties became an act. Thats when the bitterness and assassin instincts of Danyal bubbled up. Both Danny and Danyal only wanted 1 thing, both children only wanted a home. Both children just wanted to be protected and protect others yet that's not what they received. One trained to be a killer and only shown real love after he died. The other loved dearly till he died. Danyal and Danny were the same soul, the same pained soul cursed to live and die over and over and over again. Betrayed over and over and over again.

when will it end?

Danny flew up into space, away from the planet that had only ever brought him pain and to the only source of comfort he had now. He flew as far away into space as he could. His core splinting and healing over and over and over from leaving behind his haunt, his family, his tethers, and one of his obsessions. But space and the stars, they were his mercy. The cold turning warm as he found a pleasant spot to rest. He curled into himself and slept in the void of space as his core exploded and changed and forced anew. It was painful but he used to pain now. Maybe he always was.

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They had tried searching for Danyal. They had tried and failed over and over and over again. Magic couldn't find him. Constantine, Zatanna, Deadman, hell they even begged doctor fate. Talia couldn't find him; they had assassins all over the world looking for this boy. A dead boy, a dead boy who Bruce never knew. A dead boy who Damian described as kind and nurturing and protective. A dead boy who Talia described as smart and soft and beautiful. A dead boy who was king of the dead. A dead boy described as a monster by his parents and government. A dead boy described by Constanine and Zatanna as a ruthless tyrant. A dead boy described by Deadman as a kindhearted and well-loved king. A child that he treated like a threat and monster and in kind did the same to him. A child who could no longer be found.

They did however find someone. Someone who looked exactly like Danyal but smaller and female. Meeting her felt like getting stabbed in the heart. She didn't know Danyal was gone yet. The girl ,Danielle, was so excited when she saw Damian throwing herself around him excitedly causing his youngest to freeze again. She explained how Danny always spoke of him in high regard and how excited he was to meet him and his new family. How he told her about them being heroes and gushed about it for weeks. "He was so proud of Damian. So so happy you made it out of the League and was able to find a happy life." Danielle looked around at the family before her confused by their somber faces. "Where's Danny?" This only caused Damian to begin to sob into the embrace the younger girl had given. The younger girl who looked exactly like Danny.

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Superman went to space. There was an abnormal signature that had just appeared randomly on their sensors a star had exploded, a star that was uncharted and nonexistent. A star that only existed to die. It was odd so superman went to go check it as he was closest to the site dure to being away for another space mission. Superman was anticipating a fight or some sort of a ship crash, what he wasn't expecting was to find a lone child.

Inside a Stellar cluster and surrounded by the warmth thousands of protostars, a child who looked who couldn't be older that 7 curled up so tightly in a cape that resembled the stares around them. If it wasn't for the fluffy Interior of the cape Clark would have thought that it was just more space rather than a cloaking device/blanket. It would be cute if he wasn't positive the child was dead. This child was cold to the touch, didn't have a heartbeat and was already in a later stage of Rigor mortis.

The child had what would probably have chin length hair if it wasn't floating up and around his head. The child was pale blue and covered in freckles that glowed like stars. The child looked like one of those dungeons and dragon characters Tim and Conner were obsessed with.

This dead child, curled in a blanket of stars with small frozen tears to their little face. This small dead child who was never mourned nor buried left to float forever in the empties of space. Clark couldn't leave them; he will at least give them a proper space burial. A child at least deserved to be buried.

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Clockwork looked down at the timeline before him and frowned. The young royals before him have some growing pains to work through but they will be alright. He can ensure that much.

Never really fit back in

THIS WILL IMPACT THE STORY

(I want to see isn't a title)

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 2 years ago

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five times afraid for the Convenience couple please ❣️ and yes i tried to choose the most angst one because they can't catch a break 😉💔

A/N: Well you wanted angst, so here's a boatload! If you would like to send me a request for one of my WIP pairs, you can find the prompt list here!

five times afraid:

One:

“Bruce, you need to breathe. Please, I need you to breathe.” Y/N tried to keep her tears at bay as Bruce clutched onto her harder. Her back hurt from how she had hit the floor when he all but collapsed on her, but she pushed the pain down and ran her fingers through his hair instead. “C’mon, please, breathe with me.”

She knew the first anniversary of his parents death that he spent away from Gotham would be hard for him; that was the whole reason she had flown out to visit him at his college for a week. He had been fine for the first two days, a little more reserved than normal, but she was expecting that. But she had not expected to wake up on the actual anniversary and have him burst into tears the moment he set eyes on her.

After that he had started having a panic attack and would have collapsed to the floor if she had not caught him. His breathing was still ragged and uneven and it terrified her.

“Please, just breathe with me.” She cupped his face and rubbed her thumb along his jaw as she exaggerated her own breaths.

It took a while, but eventually his breaths started to even out as well, and then he was just sobbing into her shoulder instead. But she could deal with that, as long as he just kept breathing.

Two:

Bruce did not know what to do with the small kid who was currently crying into his t-shirt. He could deal with hardened criminals, drug dealers and the literal worst of the worst without fear. But having a recently orphaned eight year old clinging to him, sobbing his heart out terrified him more than he wanted to admit.

His first reaction was to call for Y/N, but she was out catching up with a friend from college and he really did not want to deny her the chance to talk to someone other than him, the kid or Alfred. It had also taken Dick so long to warm up to him that he did not want to just pass the kid off to someone else and end up back at square one.

So he took a deep breath and tried to think about what his parents used to do when he had a nightmare.

He had a vague memory of his mother holding him in her lap and singing Yesterday by the Beatles. Bruce was not very confident with his singing voice, so he started humming instead, gently rocking the kid just like his mom used to for him.

Three:

Y/N’s hands would not stop shaking as she reached out and took Dick’s hand in both of hers. She could barely hear what Leslie and Bruce were saying behind her; something about a baseball bat and a fractured skull and wait to see if he wakes up.

She wanted to run her fingers through his hair like she always did when he was hurt or scared or needed her, but the bandages wrapped around his head stopped her.

She should have fought him and Bruce harder when they said he was going to be helping Bruce each night. She should have fought them both tooth and nail because she was not sure how she would cope if she lost her little boy.

Four:

Jason was… Jason was standing right in front of him. Y/N’s account of what happened and the security footage from the cave had been one thing, but having Jason stood mere metres away from him solidified in Bruce’s mind that his son really was back.

But the choices Jason had presented him with terrified him. He could not kill his son, Jason meant too much, it had hurt too much to lose him the first time, for Bruce to even consider it. But he could not just stand by and let his son kill the Joker either, no matter how much Bruce wanted the clown dead himself. Jason, the carefree little boy who cared so much about people, did not need his own murderers blood on his hands

Bruce took a breath and tried to figure out a way out of this.

Five:

Y/N could not stop staring at the blood on her jeans as she combed her fingers through Jason’s curls. He was leaning heavily against her and sobbing into her shoulder as she tried to console him. But it was hard when she had watched as he slit Tim’s throat and they had no idea what was happening in the surgery room across the hall from them.

She knew, she did, that it had been the pit lashing out. His eyes had been so green they were almost glowing and the Joker had set everything up perfectly to ensure that Jason lost control and had someone in his wake to hurt.

But Tim was so small and he looked so much like Jason.

She curled her body closer around her second son and tried to push down her fear. Everything was going to be okay, it had to be.

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faintblueivy · 4 years ago

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So Imagine...

A world where Bruce Wayne died as a child in that alley that day, Martha and Thomas Wayne grieve as normal parents. They DO NOT BECOME BATMAN AND JOKER.

Nothing ever remains the same after losing their little boy. So, Thomas buries himself in his work and Martha drowns herself in depression and pain. They do therapy and it works a little and life becomes bearable but...not happy.

One day, Alfred badgers the couple to go out and relax a little and buys them tickets for a circus - Haly’s circus. Everything was going nice and dandy and Martha was in awe of this little acrobat as much as the rest of the crowd when suddenly the rope snaps and the boy’s parents fall to their deaths - right in front of him and the gathering. Thomas is quick to jump in to see if he could help them in any way but Martha can see it in his eyes that they are as dead as they can be.

They return to home with heavy hearts and Martha can’t get the image of the little boy out of her head. His skin was a light shade of bronze but his dark hair and bright cerulean blue eyes reminded her so much of Bruce that her heart wouldn’t rest. So a few days later she uses her connections to know if the child is safe and well cared for, when to her immense horror, she is replied that he was shipped to Gotham Juvie due to the lack of foster homes. She is enraged.

She calls Thomas and Alfred and lets them know about the little acrobat’s situation and declares that she was going to adopt him. They hesitate a little but she is not to be deterred as she goes ahead and brings the little boy home.

Richard John Grayson - Wayne. Or Dick, as he likes to call himself.

He is adamant that he wants no parents and Martha is fine because not only that she is old enough to be not his mother but also because no child can ever be her Bruce.

“You can just call me Grandma then.” She tells him.

His eyes are wide but he nods and then smiles and Martha, in a long while, has never felt this happy.

Her new Grandson, despite losing his parents, is a ray of sunshine with unlimited supply of energy and the cold and empty manor is warm and happy again.

Dick is a little charmer and even after Thomas and Alfred’s initial reluctance, they immediately fall in love with the boy and one day, when Martha comes down to the morning breakfast, she hears a happy, deep rumble - one she has not heard in many years. Thomas is laughing.

There on the dining table, seated beside Dick, was Thomas laughing. Her eyes water at the scene and Alfred, who is standing beside her offers her a handkerchief. None of them mention how his own eyes are wet too.

...

Dick is sixteen, a brilliant boy in academics as much as they disinterest him but an invincible athlete. Martha has been told time and time again that her grandson is undoubtedly a international level gymnast. But he is a teenager.

And teenagers steal their grandparent’s ‘coolest’ car and rush off into the night. But they don’t come back with a little battered and bruised, homeless kid tucked under their arm.

“He had jacked three tires off your car. When I confronted him, he tried to hit me with a tire iron.” He says, amused, as Thomas tries to convince the child to show him his injuries.

“I didn’t do nothin’! He’s a fuckin’ big boob liar!” They boy screams, his blue green eyes glaring daggers at Dick.

“Language.” Both her and Alfred warn simultaneously.

After hours of struggle, interrogation and fuck you’s, Martha learns that the child’s name is Jason. He is twelve. Mother died form drug overdosing and Dad is a petty henchman of some crime lord. He ran away from multiple foster homes because they are so abusive that the child feels safer on streets.

Martha goes on a rampage over Gotham’s foster care after that. She did not donate millions of dollars annually for children to feel safer on streets. After of lot of talks and reassurances and promises, Martha acquires her second grandchild.

Jason Peter Todd - Wayne.

Jason is tiny. Malnourished like Leslie said. But he is sharp, observant and hungry for knowledge. Martha and Alfred joke that Jason is Thomas' soul child. Where Dick had loved activity and movement, Jason liked quiet and stability - Martha thinks that running and fighting for survival on streets every single day does that you. So evenings often found her and Dick in the garden but Thomas and Jason in the library pouring over as many books as they can.

And to nobody's surprise, despite their rocky start, the boys become inseparable. They are outwardly different, with clashing interests and behaviors but Martha can see that they both carry the same cores of light.

When the morning of Dick’s Parent’s death anniversary comes around, both her and Thomas find Jason on Dick’s bed, arms curled protectively around his big brother. For the first time in so many years, Dick wakes up to warmth surrounding him, not nightmares.

...

Both her grandsons attend Gotham Academy so when she receives a phone call from the Principal, she is half surprised and half not. When she enters the Principal’s office, both her boys are standing on one side, Jason with his head hung in shame and Dick glaring daggers at the other side. The boy who seems to be injured is being coddled by his mother who is shooting nasty glares at her grandchildren periodically.

Then she notices another small boy standing beside her boys, trying to melt into the wall.

Tim Drake. The only son of Jack and Janet Drake of Drake Industries.

She arches a questioning eyebrow at Dick who shakes his head and then she turns to the Principal.

“What happened here?”

“Glad to see you’re here Mrs. Wayne.” The Principal says, pushing his glasses up his nose, “I regret to inform you that your ward Jason Peter Todd attacked this young man here.” He gestures to the other boy.

“Madam, Gotham Academy is a prestigious school and we do not encourage physical violence here. Yes, it might have been acceptable from where he came from but it won’t be, here. I hope you give us the right to punish Mr. Todd here appropriately.”

Martha inwardly bristles at the jab at her grandson and says crisply, “Mr. Wayne.”

“What?”

“He’s not just Todd. He is a Wayne. Please remember that.”

“Principal Sir.” Dick cuts in and Martha is confused because as hyperactive as Dick is, he is a mannerly child and knows better than to cut in a conversation like this but what draws her attention is the chilling tone which Dick almost never uses. Dick continues, “Why don’t you tell our grandmother more of your regrets? Or the prestigious Gotham Academy believes that bullying is acceptable.”

Martha has been told what she needs to know.

“Jason?” she calls out to her youngest grandson softly, “What happened?”

Jason is quiet when suddenly Tim Drake moves forward. She can see he is scared the way his hands shake but determination shines in his blue eyes. She likes him.

“I want to say something.”

He narrates the tale of how he was being bullied and how the boy on the other side with his mother threw his science project model away and broke it and physically tried to attack him when Jason stepped in to save him. Martha felt nothing but pride at Jason’s righteous indignation.

Tim also explained that Jason exercised immense control even after these bullies called him ‘street rat’, but the verbal spar intensified after Dick was insulted for his Romani heritage, but it came to fist fight after Thomas and Martha were insulted, and Bruce’s death was made fun of.

Her gaze snaps to the other three occupants of the room and they are all in various shades of pale. Apparently, the Principal had not done his homework.

“Principal” She says icily, “Yes, I give you the authority to punish Jason appropriately but only when this young man here”, she gestures to the boy who was now cowering behind his mother, “Is dealt with in the same way.”

After threatening the Principal in soft words but harsh tone about not tolerating to having her grandsons bullied the next time, she grabs Jason’s hand to drag him away from these people who don’t deserve his company, when her eyes fall on the little trembling Tim.

She offers him her hand.

He stares at it, shocked but after an encouraging smile from Dick and a small shove from Jason, he takes it shyly.

And since that day, Tim becomes a member of Martha’s family. The boys stay together so much that even Thomas forgets that Tim is not theirs.

Tim’s upbringing sends Martha’s grandmother instincts on a haywire and she resents the Drakes for their criminal neglect towards Tim.

It is rewarding that Tim flourishes in their attention.

She learns that his hobby is Photography and he is excellent at it. And he is a genius when it comes to science, computers and gadgets. He likes crime thrillers movies and books and often picks them apart with his scarily good knowledge about forensics that leave the rest of the family in awe and slightly disturbed.

The dam breaks when one day Jason and Dick return back from school telling her that Tim was absent today and they are worried about him. When they later sneak into the Drake mansion in the evening, Thomas receives a frantic call from their oldest grandchild that Tim was burning with fever. Because Thomas is a doctor, they save Tim before anything serious happens.

This time, it is Thomas who sues the Drakes for Tim’s custody after him and Jason had, had enough of ‘Timbo’s shitty parents’.

“Timothy?” Martha brushes his sweat soaked forehead gently. “Would you like to be a member of our family legally?"

Tim is hesitant about this but he admits that he likes Wayne manor much better than he ever liked Drake mansion. He confesses that he loves Jason and Dick as brothers and sees Martha, Thomas and Alfred as his grandparents as well.

The long custody battle ends with both Jack and Janet Drake dying at the hands of two different tragedies, leaving Tim an orphan, but also with a loving family consisting of three grandparents and two brothers by his side.

Timothy Jackson Drake - Wayne is adopted into the Wayne family as her and Thomas’ third grandson.

...

A year after they adopt Tim, Thomas comes home with a small girl on his side. She is clearly an east Asian in heritage with dark hair and dark eyes and is speech deprived. Thomas is clearly distressed after Cassandra - her name is Cassandra - is safely secured in warm bed in a nice room across Jason’s. He calls her, the three boys and Alfred to his study to explain about the small girl.

He talks about how Gordon brought the girl to him and after hours of wordless, signed and clumsily sketched on paper conversations with the little girl they were able to determine that Cassandra was hiding from her father who was an assassin and wanted to drag the little girl down the same path before she ran away. The more he talks about the damage and abuse the girl had experienced at the hands on her own father, the more furious Martha becomes. When Thomas’ explanations ends, Jason slams a punch into the wall making a dent but no one has the heart to reprimand him for that.

The following morning, Martha can see that her three boys have unanimously decided that they are adopting Cassandra as their sister. She is treated like a Princess, and given the nick name ‘Cass’.

Slowly but surely, Cass learns what it means to love through Dick’s bright kindness, Jason’s quiet protection and Tim’s infinite patience. After her father is finally apprehended, the family celebrates.

Cassandra Wayne, soon after, becomes the beloved Wayne Princess of Gotham.

Martha and Thomas often accompany their only granddaughter to her speech therapy lessons, so after six months of her adoption, at dinner, she places a kiss on everyone’s forehead - her three brothers and three grandparents, stands at the head of the table and croaks out, slowly, “Thank...thank you.” All of them stare at her flabbergasted, but it appears that she was planning to shock them even more.

“You...Love. Love you...”

The silence that follows her broken but sure words is deafening. Surprisingly it is Tim who breaks it as he scrambles out of his chair and launches himself at Cass, wrapping his arms around her and both Jason and Dick follow him, grabbing both their youngest siblings fiercely.

A quiet sob breaks her out of the trance and she smiles when she watches Thomas furiously wiping his tears from the sleeve of his shirt. The last time he had cried was at Bruce’s funeral. And Martha is infinitely grateful that this time these are happy tears.

...

Sometimes Martha wonders what would have happened if Bruce had lived. If these children are her grandchildren then does that mean they are Bruce’s kids? Had Bruce lived, would he have accepted these gaggle of kids that her and Thomas have collected over the years as his own? Would he have kids of his own?

Her questions are answered when one day she hears a slight commotion in the entrance is surprised to see a young woman with a sword threatening Alfred.

“I want to meet the Master of this house. Let them know immediately.” She demands in an authoritative but silky voice, and Martha suddenly sees the Toddler clutched in her arm.

“What is it?” Martha speaks as soon as she can when the woman notices her. She looks surprised for a second but immediately schools her features as the baby fusses.

“You’re alive.” She whispers and before any of them could make an indignant comment about her wordings, she says, “It appears that I might have traveled in to the wrong universe.”

Now that is interesting. Martha lives in a world where they are protected by aliens...so, it is certainly worth hearing for.

Martha offers the young lady an invitation for tea which she accepts. She notices how the woman carries herself with lethal grace and dignity as if she was a Princess but much more. As they sit and Alfred leaves to bring the promised team Martha notices how the woman’s eyes sweep over the place.

“How may I help you?”

Her voice attracts the attention of the toddler and this time, he is not clutched tightly enough to his mother’s chest to turn his small head and look at her. Martha gasps. Because the child looks too much like Toddler Bruce. But instead of the blue eyes like her son, this child has glowing green ones, like his mother. But still, the resemblance is uncanny.

“Yes, he is your son’s.” The woman answers the unasked question.

She is explained the existence of Multiverse, and it’s workings and how Bruce survived instead of them in that world, met Talia (the woman’s name is Talia Al Ghul) and had a child but had to leave. Talia mentions the reason she came here was because her son’s life was in danger and Talia’s father wanted to raise her son as an assassin Prince and a tool for him to use. Talia’s solution to protect her son was for her to give her son to the Bruce of this world to raise, since the Bruce of that world had gone missing.

“I can raise him.” Martha suddenly declares and the woman looks at him shocked. “I will not raise him into a life of violence but I can certainly protect him and give him a happy civilian life.”

Talia looks unsure, hesitant, but says, “I...have been a warrior since the day I can remember. Never once have I ever thought of my son not being a warrior. He was...born to be one.”

Martha smiles. “He doesn’t have to be one. Yes, his life will be infinitely different than the one you imagined but...he will be well loved and protected. I can assure you of that.”

“Damian.” Talia whispers as he deposits the baby in her arms after a lot of consideration. “His name is Damian.”

She looks at her son tenderly one last time and places a kiss on his forehead and Martha’s heart breaks a little for the young mother.

“Will you return back for him?” Martha asks as she follows the Talia to the door.

“No.” Talia whispers, her voice strained. “I will not. Any action taken by me is monitored by my father closely. If I return back, then he might know that I have left Damian here and I cannot let that happen. He is yours, forever.”

Martha gives her a sad smile. “You’re a brave and good mother Talia. Thank you for doing what is best for your son.”

She nods, not turning to look at Damian one last time as she leaves the manor grounds, never to return.

Martha looks at the baby secure in her arms and her lips quirk up into a grin at the sight of two curious green eyes watching her with interest.

“Welcome to the family, little Damian.”

When she introduces the new addition to the family, Thomas is dumbfounded. Dick is ecstatic at the prospect of having a new baby brother, Jason is secretly pleased, Cass is happiest and Tim looks unsure.

That’s how Damian Wayne - Al Ghul joins the family.

Damian fits in their home spectacularly. After few days of hesitation, like he had with Dick, Thomas takes to Damian quickly. He has an epic competition going on with their eldest grandson to become the baby’s favorite. Damian refuses to sleep without Thomas but his tantrums are only controlled and won over by Dick. Damian loves Jason manhandling him and giggles happily when the older boy throws him in the air or swings him around. Damian loves Cassandra because she knows what he wants before any of them do. And Cass loves to carry her little brother around to watch birds and animals in the manor grounds.

The only person Damian seems to not get along with is Tim and the older boy seems not be fond of him either. Because Damian wants everything Tim does and the older brother has to compromise for Damian every time. But Martha has to bite laughs a lot now a days because almost everytime Damian falls asleep, it is with Tim in vicinity. And she has caught the older boy tenderly covering Damian in his favorite blanket more often than not. Martha thinks that this is kind of cute but keeps her opinion to herself.

Her little grandson is quite protective of his siblings though. Anytime someone upsets any of his siblings, they are threatened with scowls, growls and even bites and stabbings in extreme cases.

Like last time when Mrs. Park made fun of Cassandra’s speech impairment, Damian almost bit her finger off. Damian hates one of Dick’s racist colleague (they all do) so much that anytime the man enters his field of vision, the first thing Damian gets his hand on is thrown at the guy’s head. With deadly precision. And last time when Mr. Link had called Jason ‘street rat’ for personally volunteering charity work for poor and homeless, Damian had smeared his juice and drool covered hands on the Man’s thousand dollars suit. And when one time, a reporter had infiltrated a Gala and chased Tim around to ask uncomfortable questions about his parent’s death and the Wayne’s involvement in it, Damian, noticing Tim’s distress had stabbed the reporter with a fork with no hesitation.

Martha is still not sure if she should encourage or reprimand Damian for that.

...

As she sits on the head of the table with Thomas on her side and Alfred on the other end, she wonders how miraculous it is for her to have all these children in her life.

Dick is engaged in an animated conversation with Stephanie who was introduced to the family as Tim’s girlfriend. Barbara, the daughter of James Gordon and Dick’s girlfirend/or not was helping Cass pile up food on her plate. Damian and Tim were bickering over something as usual but Jason trying to hide his snickers in guise of drinking water which made Martha sure that the something was Jason’s doing.

These people were her family. The ones she had gained after losing Bruce. She wonders, if there was a universe where Bruce got to meet her grandchildren.

Would he accept them? As family?

Would he love them? As family?

She brightly smiles when the multiple sets of eyes turn to her waiting for her to blow the candle.

“Happy Birthday Martha.”

Thomas says warmly, his voice thick with emotion and she meets his gaze and sees the love, affection and thankfulness in his eyes for this family that they had created after their earth shattering loss. She knows what she wants as she blows the candle on the cake flickering in front of her.

I wish for us to be family in every universe.

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Giiiirl your Bruce Wayne series owns my whole ass being right now 😩🥵 You're doing a great job with it!! If you don't mind sharing, how did bruce learn about readers mother/what are his feelings towards it? Obvi if that's a spoiler etc it's okay not to share! And I'm a 100% interested to hear any other headcanons you have cooked up, specially about brucexreader and their dynamic 🦇

sfaksjfka thank you so much, lovely!! and I am super excited to share, thank u for asking

how did bruce learn about reader's mother? what are his feelings towards it?

so, disclaimer: I have a plan for the next two parts I've got in mind for this series and I plan to delve more into the history between bruce/reader/the reader's mother in the latter of the two, so to keep from spoiling I'll give ya just a few details

I thought about how bruce sees himself in don mitchell's son, and given how keen he is on collecting robins in the comics, I know he has a soft heart for anybody with a difficult familial situation. in relation to the reader, bruce can't help sympathizing. he lost his parents in one night to a stranger out of the blue, so he can't imagine what it's like to know your parent only has so long left but never knowing when the other shoe will drop. at the same time... he's envious.

he's not proud of it (he hates it), but he often wishes he'd been older like the reader, had seen it coming. the abruptness of losing his parents at such a young age has left him with more sorrow than room to properly grieve. seeing the reader spend time with their mother, having the time to say goodbye, really makes something ugly twist inside him. regardless, he wouldn't wish either situation on his worst enemy.

bruce/bruce x reader headcanons

in "sick day", I mentioned that bruce likes to do charcoal drawings and occasionally draws strangers. bruce also draws people he knows (like alfred, gordon, selina), but he keeps those in his sketchbook. he has a few of you in there but don't ask him how he managed to sketch you without you noticing. he is the shadows

speaking of, when he first started going out on patrol, he kept his drawing materials in his backpack along with his suit. sometimes, he'd pull over on his bike and draw when he had the time. one might've spied a hooded figure standing at a street corner hunched over a detailed drawing of a 7/11 once or twice. he has a lot of half-finished drawings due to suiting up at a moment's notice.

on the rare occasion bruce is up for breakfast (and you're there early), he might come join you, alfred, and dory to eat. occasionally, if he's in a good mood, he might even do the dishes.

bruce has a habit of looming. when you're all working in his dad's study, bruce will often lean over the back of your chair and dictate by your ear... that's when you're lucky enough to know he's there, anyway.

since he's so quiet, you regularly turn down hallways to find him just standing there, bump into him while bustling about, and frighten yourself half to death when you realize he's been standing off in some shadowy corner of the room you're in for who knows how long. alfred and dory are used to it, but you still need some time to adjust.

bruce typically refuses your help to clean him up/tend to his wounds after a rough night of patrol. it's not that he doesn't want (or need) the help, but he has a habit of pretending he isn't hurt when he is. you try not to push him, but seeing him wince in pain while trying to tough it out really frustrates you sometimes (pls yell at him to take care of himself).

in "sick day", bruce didn't immediately get up in a hurry after you both fell asleep together. he'd been mortified to know that he'd curled up to you in the night like a child, but something changed that morning. you'd stayed of your own volition, watching over him and taking care of him because you wanted to. he couldn't remember the last time he'd had a warm body to lie next to. he stayed in bed much longer (respectfully, at a distance) than he'd ever let you know.

he did eventually get up to shower. you were a saint to cut him some slack on the smell and not mention it.

you caught bruce's cold in the end, though.

while not the hands-on caretaker that you are, bruce did send a "get well soon!" card and a person to drop off meals at your apartment/run errands for you that agonizing week. he still won't tell you how much all of that cost.

#mjwrites #thank you for letting me gush about this AHHHHH #bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #battinson x reader #anonymous #mjanswers

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