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@bruciemilf this changed my life…

I have to ask, who did you cast as the young versions of Martha, Thomas and Alfred?

I’m super glad you asked!! I LOVE fancasting, but especially for vintage! Gotham. Or DC in general, honestly sjsjs

So, for young Martha, Thomas, and Alfred I have Monica Bellucci, Christian Bale, and Jensen Ackles (in that order)

Hottest threesome since hell

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This is why Bruce doesn’t like to be spotted in public

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Martha Wayne is 100% a chaotic art girly.

She embodied the spirit of creative chaos in its purest form, an art enthusiast through and through. When the grand galas concluded and the flash of the cameras dimmed she transformed, donning paint-stained overalls. She wore her medium proudly, a pencil and paintbrush behind both ears and paint on her hands and face as if she were a walking canvas herself.

The allure of her artistry was undeniable. She inhabited a world where inspiration was her muse and innovation was her compass. She believed in the fleeting nature of ideas, swiftly passing from one mind to the next if they weren't acted on. It was this belief that would see her abandon her responsibilities (except Bruce ofc) to disappear into her studio at a moment's notice. Midway through dinner conversations, she would be caught in a reverie, an idea blossoming within her like a flower seeking the sun. Swiftly, she would rise from the table, propelled by the urgent need to capture her fleeting thoughts. Thomas would watch her, bemused yet enamored, as she dashed to her studio, leaving half-filled plates and unfinished conversations in her wake. Even sleep couldn't stop her creative mind, there were many a nights when Thomas, would be jolted awake by her abrupt departure from their bed, summoned by the siren call of creativity.

Her studio, a creative sanctuary that was hers and hers alone, that stood as a testament to her unconventional genius. It was a domain of untamed creation. To anyone else, the studio appeared to be a hellscape, with paint splatters adorning walls, half-completed canvases piled in seemingly disordered stacks, and jars of brushes and paint water residing haphazardly on the floor. Yet, to her, it was an organized cosmos. Every paintbrush, every tube of paint had a specific place, known only to her. The azure blue paint resided precisely where she knew it would be, behind an unfinished masterpiece, next to a cluster of easels.

The studio itself, an extension of Martha's spirit, was a work of art. The paint splatters that adorned the walls were abstract echoes of her creative process. The half-formed stacks of canvases were dreams that had yet to fully emerge. The studio had evolved into an embodiment of her very essence, an intricate composition of chaos and creativity.

Martha's influence reached far beyond the confines of her studio. In a city like Gotham, where dark shadows intertwined with towering skyscrapers, she was the brush that painted the cityscape with bursts of color and ingenuity. While Thomas Wayne was the architectural engineer who laid the foundations of Gotham, Martha Wayne was the visionary. Her spirit intertwined with the urban landscape, manifesting in sculptures, murals, and and hidden gems of artistic brilliance that flourished in unexpected corners that brought forth Gotham's soul.

Martha Wayne was more than an artist; she was a devotee of the creative, a slave to the imaginings that bloomed within her. She embodied the harmonious union of chaos and brilliance, her heart a canvas on which life's tapestry was painted with every stroke of her artistic genius.

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Thomas Wayne loves his bi wife

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I will say, it is so fun thinking about the Waynes and their relationship with food. But specifically Bruce.

We get such little light shed on the Waynes before the Big Terrible happened. Like. How were Wayne dinners like?

Were they terribly posh and quiet with small moments of fun thrown in? Was Alfred scolding Thomas for telling a star eyed Bruce unnecessarily gory details from a surgery?

Did Martha help Bruce break into the cookie jar? Was there a lovely, playful gossip about Bruce's loud classmates and his adorable crush on Gray Ghost?

Because I like that! But I'd also like it to be a complete juxtaposition.

I want Bruce to talk about his family, to his children, with a smile that could melt the sun. I want him to tell them about the noise.

How the Wayne manor was permanently flooded with a noise and boister that could rival a packed 5 star kitchen.

How Thomas always cooked with a dry cigarette in his mouth, arguing with uncle Jacob about forks of all things.

Why were they smudged, why were they placed randomly and not organised with militaristic precision, while Martha watched with the fondest annoyance.

How Thomas would cuss filthy in Italian only when Bruce was around and only Oz could understand him, long before he was the Penguin, long before Bruce was Batman.

"It's about culture. Not that you'd understand, Jakey."

And uncle Jacob never entertained his father for long. He'd throw a dirty look, his obsidian eyes sharp as a switchblade, and mutter a 'bitch' in Russian, while Alfred sat there judging them both.

The Waynes were chaos with heartbeats. And Bruce's favorite event at these diners? The food fights. It's always uncle Philip who started them.

"Wow, Jay eating steak. Never thought I'd see this day."

" It's venison."

" Vinison?" Thomas would finally take a break from his unlit cigarette, holding Bruce in his lap like a king would a prized cat.

A collective sigh rang among the table. They knew what was coming. " What are you, fuckin' crazy? That's fuckin' cannoli, dipshit."

"With vinison."

"Jacob."

" Tom."

"Martha."

" Honey."

" You come into my house, not knowing what a goddam cannoli is? Fuck are you gonna tell me next, you don't put garlic in your Carbonara? I mean."

" Garlic is disgusting."

And Thomas would cover Bruce's ears like that's the most offensive thing uncle Jacob could utter at Thomas Wayne's table. And Uncle Oz agreed. Their favorite pastime was ganging up on Martha's oldest brother.

And it starts off as something minuscule and petty and mutates in something loud and ugly and breathtaking.

Bruce would watch with an open mouth in Alfred's lap, as his father's neck popped with veins, and uncle Jacobs pale complexion would blush something angry as the skin of his throat thinned from yelling.

"FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, YOUR PRESIDENT IS A VODKA DRINKING, BALDING, COMMIE PIECE OF SHIT."

"YOU'RE AMERICAN. "

" I CANT HELP THAT, I WAS BORN LIKE THAT!"

And it wasn't a true Saturday dinner unless Thomas didn't leap across the table, running over all the food to smash whatever dish into Jacobs face.

But truly, the best part, was watching them go from fight dogs to eating outside in time-out. As different as his father and uncle were, they could always find agreement on one topic:

Defying Martha Wayne was painfully stupid.

They'd share a cigarette and eat in silence, which was as friendly as they'd ever get. But he loved it. Bruce loved Saturday dinner.

And when the batkids start the fighting tradition on Saturdays, Bruce thinks they do, too.

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I’m becoming obsessed with the idea that Gotham is obsessed with the Waynes

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I don't think you can blame Bruce's everything on the trauma of his parents' death alone. I think the sort of mind that decides to train for a decade to dress up in a Kevlar plated furry costume is born not made. i propose that Thomas and Martha Wayne were Very Strange People bringing up a Very Strange Child

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I feel like every few months Gotham Twitter would remember how FIONE 🤤🥵😩 Martha Wayne was