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uhhh. bruce wayne modelling gig. have a good day 🥰

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every time bruce and lois collaborate on taking care of clark, i squeal a little

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do you pose hypotheticals that involve you in mortal danger to your loved ones or are you normal

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He squeezed her hand, an affectionate and understated gesture, but it suited them. Familiar, an old friend, sharing something personal and yet jubilant, a wonder as lovely as his friend. There was an earnestness to the joy, and yet, Bruce could feel below it the lingering loss. Perhaps not of John, nor a relationship that was failing, but the time and love that was now just memory.

Bruce's thumb stroked over Zatanna's hand; an ending, yes, but a beginning as well.

"And my middle child too, Tim," he added. "Steph as well. You'd have to ask the others, but you are far from alone."

He paused, expressions furrowing, and his hand stiffening. "I... present as bisexual," Bruce said diplomatically. And his hand lightened slowly, "it's not completely untrue. I've had relationships with men and women."

Which did make Bruce chuckle, "I suppose that's my next question. Is there a girlfriend coming with you to dinner?"

Hello, dear friend! 💫

Might you be available for a coffee sometime soon? There are things that need to be discussed, I discovered something in Gotham, and as capable as I am, I figured you should know.

How are you and Clark? And the children, are they doing alright?

eeS uoy noos,

- Z 💫

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When Zatanna had suggested coffee, she may have meant somewhere public, somewhere in the open.

It could have meant the black and gold of Gotham Height's prestigious cafés, where Bruce had once begged Martha over and over for just a sip of her macchiato, before pulling a deeply disgusted face when she had laughingly given in. It could have meant the dingy, vinyl floored diner that Bruce had once dragged himself into, cowl half-broken into his face, blood seething from his mouth, and an half the bones broken in his hand, where he had been given a black coffee with no questions asked and drank it gratefully.

It probably hadn't meant the Wayne's solarium, a delicate glass room with old wood chairs, a circular rattan table with a mirrored top and a glossy umbrella plant, fully out of place as rain pattered against the roof. Gotham was greying, but here, surrounded on all sides by jewel-bright window panes, it was almost a clear, still light.

Still, that was where Bruce had asked Alfred to set up coffee. A murmured thank you as a two tiered stand of sandwiches and bon bons was brought alongside the french press, and tehuacan preparado.

Bruce drank the mineral water deeply, refilling his glass and waiting for the coffee to brew, texting Zatanna a simple: Join me?

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"It's all alright. Everything is alright, I've got you," Bruce soothed, hearing the quiet whimper whilst he held his daughter closely. But his breath was stolen surely when she kept calling him dad and even-

I love you too, Dad. I promise, I promise I really do-

He didn't deserve it. Not after everything that had happened. Not after losing her, burying her, blaming her for coming back so different, all whilst she was struggling with this.

"Love you too," he murmured, feeling tears wet his face, echoing Jay's. "It's alright, darling, really."

As promised, Jay arrives at the manor, though.. he looks very different. Standing before Bruce in the library, clad in his new and improved suit, Jay's body was now that of a young woman's. It was now glaringly obvious what he - no, she - wanted to talk so desperately about.

Clearing her throat, she grabs the back of a chair, dragging it a little further away from Bruce's, before sitting down. Though, something about the old man caught her interest.. It was faint, any normal person wouldn't have picked up on it, but she did. Unfortunately for the both of them, she knew what he smelled like, and she hoped to god that it was just because he'd had a scuffle, and not.. well- Wrinkling her nose in slight disgust, she shakes her head, scowling almost.

"You smell like you've been busy."

The tone on her tongue was fierce, perhaps gearing up for the conversation they were about to have. Logically, she knew it probably wouldn't bother him, but there was still that little voice in the back of her mind that begged her to just get up and leave. But she didn't. She stayed sat across from him in one of his stupid, fancy little chairs. Things had really come to this, huh?

He weathered the wrinkle of her nose, rolling his eyes very slightly, before saying with a mixture of strained embarrassment and honest confession. "New mate." A beat, before Bruce rubbed the side of his neck, and glanced away. "Clark. It's good."

And then hummed, still looking away thoughtfully, "this is good too, Jaybird." Bruce paused. Was that his daughter's name anymore?

Jaylad was out of the question, certainly.

"I said that... whatever happened you were still my son," Bruce said carefully, then smiled in that faint way that he always did when he meant it- no flashy Brucie Wayne grin, nor Batman bare of teeth -but Bruce's small sincere smile. "Apparently I was wrong about that."

Bruce had leaned forward, automatic, a tremor running up and down his shoulders. An instinctive urge to draw Jay into his arms and hold her close to him.

But Jay sat down further away from him, and catching himself, Bruce leaned back. "But the rest is true. I meant it when I said you are still loved."

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Ah. You are waiting for Gödel, as they say. Given the principle, I choose incompletion. Do you prefer the alternative?

Hm. Making a pot of cave coffee.

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worlds finest 💛‼️

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Kitty tax

Ooc. Here he issss

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ooc. time to take itty bitty kitten (9 mo) to the groomers, back in a few hour o/

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pretty girl!!

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So are Dick and Jay, and yet.

Legally...you are one of Bruce's nepo babies

Don' remind me

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Oh like Constantine.

Do you wanna watch KPDH with me? :>

What... is KPDH? PD makes me think of Police Department, and I do agree those need a lot more oversight.

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Do you wanna watch KPDH with me? :>

What... is KPDH? PD makes me think of Police Department, and I do agree those need a lot more oversight.

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B how do you feel about pickles today

The usual level of feelings that people have towards pickles...?

I could certainly eat some now. I'm quite hungry.

I understand that trans women have an affinity for pickles, since common anti-androgens cause increased urination and therefore, reduced blood salinity. Interesting research.

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According to Tim, yes. I suspect the chemical difference is negligible, but the experience is different.

Hm. Making a pot of cave coffee.