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Bruce Wayne was- he couldn't think. It was impossible. Improbable. There was no way in hell that what he was looking at was real. He turned to look at his kids, the other few Justice members that had come along on this mission. They were all staring at the two people looking around in confusion with equal parts shock and awe. Superman flew over and yanked the man responsible, a scrawny fella who had gotten his hands on a magic staff they still weren't entirely sure what it did, away a few feet, sending Bruce a small smile. Bruce couldn't believe it. The Justice members slowly peeled away, murmuring amongst themselves, and Hal even offered Bruce a small shoulder squeeze as they departed, taking the fella (gary was his name if bruce could recall his angry tangent) back to headquarters. Now it was just Bruce, his kids,.... and Martha and Thomas Wayne. The two people Bruce had dedicated his life to. The two people that had shaped him, changed him, risked their life for him. The two people who were currently staring at him with a mix of anger, fascination, and utter confusion. Bruce cleared his throat, tried to speak, and tried again. Dicks hand touched his lower back, ever so gently, and Bruce stood straighter, taking a deep breath. "the mask." Jason whispered, his voice barely carried on the breeze. Bruce shook himself. right. The mask. Obviously. He reached up, and ever so slowly, peeled it away. His kids were all standing around him now, pressed closer than they usually would, all attempting to touch a part of Bruce in one way or another, either to keep him standing and grounded or for themselves. Martha and Thomas stared at him. The kids slowly removed their masks as well. Martha was the first to notice, her eyes scanning Bruce's face with an intensity Bruce hadn't seen in years, so new yet familiar his heart ached. "brucie?" She whispered. "Is that you kiddo?" Bruce could hardly breathe. He nodded. "Oh Bruce!" And then she was at his side, wrapping her arms around him. Bruce felt unsteady, like if he breathed, or moved, or blinked they would disappear. Thomas walked closer, his eyes suspicious, but full of tears. "Dad." Bruce choked. Thomas smiled. "hey kiddo." And Bruce broke.

Bruce felt like he was walking on clouds. His parents were alive! The reunion had been full of tears and hugs, and when he had taken them home, Alfred's reaction had been almost too much. Bruce had asked Barbara to save the footage for him, his parents finally getting to see each other again. But it wasn't until the eighth day that Bruce noticed something was off. When he marked the way Martha chose to sit at the dining table, instead of huddled together in the kitchen, the way she tried to steer clear of Jason and Cass and Damian as much as possible, the way she would force a smile on her face when she saw Bruce and the kids leaving for patrol. When he noticed the hardly concealed disgust Thomas had for the cave, for the way Dick would randomly flip into a handstand, the mess Steph and Duke and Tim made while working or cooking or doing anything. Bruce cursed himself for being oblivious when he started to see the way his kids put on false cheer, forcing smiles and extra politeness, serving his parents like they were servants and trying their best to cover who they really were. It made Bruce furious. Those were his kids! His beautiful, fucked up, messy children who each had their beautiful own personalities and wonderful quirks, the kids he adored more than life itself even if he wasn't the best at showing it, the kids that had brought him back to life, saved him from his depression, and sparked a passion in him that could not be quenched so long as they continued to smile at him, or call him Dad, or give him an odd phone call at three in the morning to rant about their day. It wasn't right. He had raised his children after him, so that they could overcome their trauma and be better than him, but he had never raised them to be lesser than themselves, to make themselves quieter when someone told them they were too loud. He had raised them to be big and funny and amazing, although they did that all by themselves, he just offered a roof over their heads and meals from time to time, and some really good fighting lessons. He would not- could not watch them all make themselves lesser because of his parents. He had carved out a life for them in Gotham, in his home, and they had carved out pieces of his heart for themselves, and he would not have it any other way. These were his kids. And his lifestyle. And he would not give either one up so easily. Bruce resolved, and made his way to the living room to speak with his parents.

"Hey Dick, you still have that apartment right?" Jason asked quietly, leaned against the table in the Batcave. Dick looked up. "jay." He murmured. "Can it fit all of us?" Tim asked, equally as quiet. "Tim." Dick warned. "If not, Babs found this nice little empty warehouse we could renovate. Jason you still have Crime Alley right? Don't you have safe houses?" Steph asked. "What about money?" Duke asked, ever the practical one. They were all huddled in the Batcave today, the only place that, after the first tour, Martha and Thomas could not bring themselves to go snoop around and see what they were doing they detested it so much. "guys stop!" Dick said firmly. "w-what are you all-?" "Dick be realistic." Jason ordered. "Bruce has his parents back now. He doesn't need us. And they clearly don't like us. There's no point in us sticking around. Personally, I'd rather leave on my own terms than have to listen to B kick us out. Or to see Martha's winning smirk." Cass shuddered. Dick's mouth opened and closed like a fish. "we can't- i mean-" he struggled for words. "Dick." Tim placed his hand on his older brothers knee. "Bruce became Batman because of his parents. He adopted us because he didn't have them. Now he has them. And they don't like us. I agree with Jay. I'd rather leave than have to face him and- and hear him kick me out." "once was painful enough." Steph agreed, though there was a certain level of sob in her voice, suffocating the fondness, because when he had kicked her out the first time it had just been a misunderstanding, and he had begged her to come back, and they had bonded over it. Now... "we can't just- alfred-" Dick tried again, but his arguments were weak to his own ears. (not that he had made an actually argument at this point, but still) In truth, the things his siblings were saying were all the things he had tried to push away. All the thoughts that he wasn't good enough, that he would never truly belong, all the dumb, stupid, useless, insecure thoughts that Bruce had tried, over and over to squash. And Dick had thought he had succeeded, had thought he believed his father when he said 'i love you' and that he never wanted him to leave him. Ever. But, with the arrival of his parents, all the thoughts just came flooding back. "Lets go talk to Alfred." Dick whispered miserably. "I'm sure he won't deny making us some food for the road. And-" he took a shuddering breath. "And my apartment should be big enough to hold all of us. For now." They all nodded quietly, and Steph crouched down to where Damian was sitting curled up in the Batchair, tear streaks down his cheeks. He was finally starting to feel like he belonged, like Bruce truly saw him as his son, as worthy, and now he was being kicked out again. Just like he had been from the League. "come on baby." Steph whispered, lifting him into her arms and pressing his face to her shoulder. "lets go see alfred hm?" He nodded, burying his face against her neck. Steph looked at Dick and he nodded sadly, leading them up the stairs. "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TREAT MY KIDS LIKE THAT!" Bruce bellowed. The kids looked at each other wide eyed.

Bruce found his parents, predictably, in the living room. The second, living room, Bruce realized with an anewed surge of anger, because it was one of the only rooms in the house that he hadn't changed much since their death, the room that was untouched, for the most part, by his kids and his job. Martha and Thomas looked up when he entered, smiling warmly. "hello son." Thomas greeted, standing. "sit down Father." Bruce responded curtly. Thomas blinked in surprise, but slowly sank back down. Martha frowned at her son. "is everything alright dear?" Bruce pressed his fingers to his lips, interlocking his hands. "is everything alright dear?" he repeated, mulling it over. "No. No everything is not alright actually. Things, in fact, have not been alright since the two of you arrived and decided that you hated my kids and my life." He glared at them. Thomas laughed. "Oh really Brucie? Thats what this is about? Your charity cases?" Bruces hand curled into a fist. "Tread very carefully." He rumbled, his voice going deathly low. Thomas, to his credit, did not flinch, although his face turned slightly pale. "WOuld you care to explain, pray tell, why you have decided to call them 'charity cases'" he quoted, venom lacing every word. "my dear, do not take it wrongly," Martha soothed. "it is most noble, we should have done the same back when we were alive! Adopting orphans and troubled cases, why! Thats a brilliant idea! I bet the public just ate that up!" She smiled, as though she had calmed the storm. When in reality she had just turned it into a hurricane. "my children," Bruce thundered. "are not charity cases. They are my kids, and I love them. They are my family and my home. I could give nary a shit what the public thinks of them, nor what you do. They are mine. And whether they are adopted or not is irrelevant, they are my kids." Martha and Thomas frowned at him. "but- my dear," Martha began, but Bruce cut her off. "I will not stand by and allow you to treat them like this. I will not allow you to sneer at them and treat them like servants. They are my heirs and my kids and they will be treated with respect." he fixed them with a stony glare. "understood?" "But they are low classed-" Thomas began with a sneer before Bruce cut him off with a bellowed, "YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS TO TREAT MY KIDS LIKE THAT!!!" he snarled, taking a step closer to his father that made him shrink back. "They are my children," he breathed, anger radiating off him. "That means they are high classed. But it doesn't matter whether they are elite or low level, they should still be treated with respect and I would die for them the way you died for me. Do not forget that to the public, you are dead. If you do not have me you will not be able to have a life. What you once owned is mine and I will do with it as I see fit, as I have done in the many years you were dead and my children were there to see me through life. They saved me. I have carved out a life for them here, and I will not stop loving them just because two more strangers who once were my parents have joined the list of critics who don't like what I do and who I do it with." He fixed them with harsh looks, fists clenching and unclenching. "They are my kids more than you are my parents, and if I have to chose between you, I will always pick them. Do not mistake my hospitality for loyalty or love. I recommend you pack your bags and board the next train to a new land. Perhaps they will 'appreciate' your views." he snarled, heavy sarcasm dripping from his words as he turned and marched out... right to where he found his children waiting in the hallway, bags in their hands and tears in their eyes. Bruce only needed a moment of looking over each of them to understand what was going on. He walked to them slowly, wiping tears from their cheeks and taking bags from their hands. "I will always chose you." He whispered, pressing kisses to their heads. "Do not ever doubt that." The kids just wrapped their arms around him.

I was thinking about your posts about Martha + Thomas coming back and disapproving of Bruce's kids / lifestyle and him having to choose between them.

And idk if someone has already said this BUT JUST all the kids thinking that of course Bruce would choose his parents. It's obvious. He loves them so much and his entire life has wished for them back. The kids were just a product of his grief and now that the sources of the grief are back, there's no way Bruce would choose to keep them. Especially after all the individual problems and strains in each of their relationships with Bruce, and when a few of them aren't even adopted.

And the choice is equally as obvious for Bruce. Those are his parents, yes, the ones he's thought of all his life, the ones he's built a legacy off, shaped his entire life around. But those are his children. HIS. The ones he found, helped, loved, raised. It hurts that his parents can't see his love for them, but he's fought against the world for his children ever since he took in a circus kid years ago and introduced him to high society as his son. He's spent years carving out a place for his kids in the world and that's not going to stop now that two strangers that he remembers as his parents have joined the critics. The most vivid memory from his childhood, the one he's learnt the most from is where his parents gave their all, gave their lives for their child. Why would he, after seeing that, not do the same for his own?

THE MISCOMMUNICATION OF BRUCE NOT BEING ABLE TO EXPRESS HIS FEELINGS AND THE KIDS NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE THEM UGH I can't I have so many thoughts

Also, I love your fics sm 🙏🙏 thank you for all your effort!!

This^^^^ so much! Someone needs to write this fic pleaseeeee

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i have the BIGGEST HAPPIEST space in my heart for songs that say lines like 'takes an apple a day to keep the doctor away takes a whole lot less to make my baby stay' (anne marie) because like- its so pure and cute- the artist is writing a song about their lover saying how much they love them, and then they add in a little line like that to show my baby loves me too it aint one sided theyd stay with me even if i only managed to buy them a milkshake on a date or smth and its so fucking cute

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you know, i didnt realize it at the time because i was just watching the movie (and because i do have a slight thing against anna) but The Next Right Thing from Frozen 2 is such a.... its such a younger sibling song. 'i followed you around.. you were the one i rose for... the star i followed' these arent the exact quotes but... thats me for my older siblings. i followed them, i was/am/ have been their pet since i was born. i just- if they died... idk what this is, i just heard the song and had some ✨feels✨

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Cassandra Cain is the biggest fucking Daddys Girl in the world, she is the only one, besides Dick Grayson, who understands the things Bruce says and does as caring and wanting to bond or be a better father instead of thinking hes being overbearing or annoying (even tho he is being annoying but she recognizes he loves her/all of them and just wants to protect them and doesnt think theyre unworthy by doing it) She is an unapologetic Batman fan and constantly wears his merch and rants (in sign language or otherwise) about how amazing he is and how good a person he is and how Gotham is better off with him than without and Bruce panics and is like "cass baby girl i love you but please stop posting seven page long essays about how much you love me, someone might find out i am batman" but Cass never listens because she just loves her dad so much and no one can take that from her and shes the one who smacks jason upside the head when he goes on rants about B and shes the one who holds damians hand and whispers translations in his ear when bruce is going on an angry, panic induced rant after he disapeared for three days and bruce was worried god damn it not pissed off that robin didnt go on patrol and yeah. just good daughter cassandra cain, the biggest fucking batman/bruce wayne fangirl in the world with her good dad bruce wayne.

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this is my fav video now

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Okay but what if the reason/way bruce gets found out as batman is the way he handles his kids? Like- Bruce Wayne at a Gala, about to cut the ribbon or some shi when he casually reaches over and yanks Jason Todd-Wayne away from some old lady and pulls him to his side without even batting an eye, and similarly Batman tends to tug on Red Hood’s arm and force interactions- or Damian Wayne is about to throw hands with this snobby kid when Bruce Wayne walks past and snatches him up by the scruff of his shirt without even glancing down and carries the seething child away, very close to the way Batman will manhandle Robin away from goons or villains before the child breaks the no killing rule- Bruce Wayne seems to have the same exasperated fondness for Stephanie Brown-Wayne as Batman does for Spoiler, and the way Batman is only truly comfortable in a new environment is if Nightwing is there is very alike to how Bruce Wayne seems to relax more once his eldest child arrives. Not to mention how both of them seemingly don't flinch at all when randomly a girl drops from the ceiling and lands on their shoulders in very similar poses…

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Little boy damian who has league training but is also like four and also like extraordinary in love with his siblings and new bat family so please just imagine a very itty bitty tiny damian dwarfed in an oversize (massively oversized because its bruce’s) batman hoodie, holding a butter knife and his six foot four, built like a tank older brothers hand, glaring fiercely at some random goon who literally was just walking down the street but jason tensed so damians on guard going “don't touch my brother!” with the most serious four year old face but the highest pitched little child voice and jason is fighting for his life not to laugh and the goon is about to piss his pants, both from laughter and from fear because while jason is allowed to laugh if the goon laughs at damian then jason will not let the goon live and yeah…

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okay so ive been on tumblr for a solid half a year now and am still utterly confused by some things like-

what the fuck does blaze do?

why did everyone hate tumblr live so much?

is anyone on here smart or is the 'science side of tumblr' equally as stupid they just have better grammar than the rest of us morons?

how do you make a gif?

how do you make those little links that show a video or something when you click on it but are just little words like here! or smth?

uhh thats all ive thought of for rn. :)

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dont you just love it when parents spew such utter bullshit phrases like "why would you do that?" when you trip and fall and break something of theirs because yes, it totally was my intention to scrape my knees and shatter something that not only you cared about parent. truly

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Luxa: my love, I would cross mountains and oceans for you, I would battle the devil and gods themselves for you, I would die to see you live Gregor:… can I have a chip? Luxa: these are, unfortunately, my Pringle’s.

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Don’t you just love it when they speak a language no one understands but they understand each other?

And by this I do not mean like French, I mean tony stark and Peter Parker speaking intelligence, I mean Dom torreto and Brian speaking cars and engines. i mean roland orzabal and curt smith talking music

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‘Elain didn’t apologize to feyre! Elain sucks! Elain is worse than nesta!’

All of y’all need to shut up right now- A court of Frost and Starlight, page 175-176 bottom right to top left- ““I asked Nuala to do it in that order,” Elain said as the others gathered round. “Because you’re the foundation, the one who lifts us. You always have been.””

If that ain’t a fucking apology I don’t know what is. (Except for the fact that she didn’t explicitly say sorry but I do believe she says that in another scene) Elain is not nesta. She does not and did not shove people away. Personally I think of all the sisters Elain is going to work the hardest to overcome her trauma and embrace it (obvi on the arm of a certain red haired beauty) 

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Okay but the Batkids using Dad with Bruce when they know hes been having a rough day-

Bruce comes back from a JL meeting upset, not because something went wrong but because they aren't acting like a team, and Dick jumps into his arms and crawls over his shoulders and drapes himself across his back and is like “dad! You're home!” and suddenly bruce feels better

Or Bruce excuses himself from a Gala, pissed off because someone whispered his kids are just charity cases he uses to get publicity and Cass slips into the room through a vent and hugs hims from behind murmuring, “its okay daddy. We know the truth.”

~alternatively~

The batkids calling bruce dad when they've had a bad day because they have to make conscious effort to call him bruce and when they are just exhausted and done its too much effort to not call him dad-

Jason storms into the manor, pissed off after finding a woman who took drugs and killed herself and left her daughter alone, and slumps onto the couch. Bruce notices and comes over with a cup of tea and one of jasons favorite books, presses a kiss to his forehead and covers him with a blanket and jason murmurs a quiet “thanks dad” before relaxing with his book

Or Tim has spent four consecutive days in the Cave, only surviving off of coffee and spite and Bruce finally snaps, grabbing him in a blanket and burritoing him and carrying him to his room and spoon feeding him alfred food and Tim is so exhausted he just mutters “thanks dad.” before falling asleep

Or Steph is out on patrol and she slips and her foot lands poorly and she screams in pain, hitting the ground, but in just a few seconds Batman is at her side, wrapping it for her and helping her to stand and as she sags against him she lets out a slightly pained, “thanks dad.” as he helps her to the batmobile.

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Bruce walks into the bathroom one early early morning to find Steph, Jason, and Dick crouched in a circle next to the bathtub, in a sleep deprived state, with Steph muttering “over, wrap, twist, flip” to the two boys who are listening with intense looks on their faces, wet hair dripping down their cheeks, towels held in their hands. He slowly turns and backs away only to almost have a heart attack to find Cass sitting on top of the door frame, wearing a towel already on her head. She waves cheerily and Bruce returns to his bedroom and locks the door.

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THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN SUZANNE!!!!!!!

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also Dont Let Go by Bryan Adams- Lucien is Bryan and Elain is the female voice singing (sry dont know her name)

now i could be completely out of the ballpark in this-

but i really think Are You Gonna Be My Girl by Jet is totally Luciens song at Elain.

idk why i get this vibe but i do

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now i could be completely out of the ballpark in this-

but i really think Are You Gonna Be My Girl by Jet is totally Luciens song at Elain.

idk why i get this vibe but i do