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i was talking to a friend yesterday about the knight terrors event and was just thinking i would love to see some sort of scenario where Dick and Bruce’s minds are melded (magically, technologically, any way really) temporarily and when they sleep their dreams are connected. so when one of them has a nightmare, it effects the other one and spirals in to some dual nightmare scenario

except it’s a million times worse than the typical “we are stuck in a bad situation together”, because Bruce dreams of himself as an 8 year old boy, and Dick’s nightmares consist of him hurting Bruce.

And now in this nightmare world Dick is routinely bringing physical and emotional harm to this frail child who keeps looking to him for comfort and safety after dealing with the rest of his family being ripped away.

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Pondering my orbs.

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<Kinda continuation of: prev>

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Dick: Have you ever doubted that I love you?

Bruce: …

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It wasn’t a fight. At least it didn’t really feel like all those usual fights, and Bruce was pretty sure it wasn’t a fight. But then again, he’s always been wrong in guessing about his children.

Dick seems… distant. Distant but still close. Usually when Dick wants to be distant, he leaves. His children are very good at leaving and not telling him where they are. He always knows, though, he’s Batman.

Bruce doesn’t remember any scathing words being exchanged between them. No heated glares, heavy air, stilted conversations. Nothing that usually promises an argument is to come or has passed without Bruce realizing it.

But for some reason, Dick was still lingering around the hallways. If Bruce turned around, he would see his eldest child standing around the edges, his body tense, and a perturbed expression on his face. Just watching him, waiting for a moment that Bruce was honestly scared to come.

It was starting to worry Bruce. His baby has always been a bright and shining star, even when he doesn’t want to be.

But Bruce also knew that if he tried to pry, he would only push Dick away. After many years of trail and errors, Bruce decided the best course of action would be to let Dick figure it out himself or come to Bruce on his own.

Strangely enough, it didn’t take very long for Dick to come into his study, his face trying and failing to adopt a calm and nonchalant expression as he sat in the edge of his desk.

“Hey B…” Dick said lowly, fiddling with one of the snow globes he had on his desk. Bruce had gotten that specific one from Dick when they first visited Zitka at the zoo when he was nine and Dick had begged to get something from the gift shop.

“Dick.” Bruce nodded, setting down his pen and giving his son his full attention.

Dick let out a shuddering sigh and set down the snow globe. Bruce’s hands twitched with the urge to fix it and set it straight, but then Dick turned the globe and moved it to the exact position that he liked.

Bruce couldn’t help the small twitch of his lips. He was probably being too obvious, Dick most likely remembers the several panic attacks he had when Dick was a child, unable to process and handle when his prized possessions were askew. He worked on it. He's fine now.

“I heard something pretty interesting… from Jay.” Dick started haltingly, his eyes staring deeply into Bruce’s. “You guys had a pretty… deep convo recently… right?”

Bruce felt stupid. A deep conversation? He’s assuming that Dick means an emotionally charged conversation but he truly doesn’t remember anything like that happening recently.

“Okay, okay, I can see you racking your brain, so I’ll just tell you,” Dick said, grabbing his Dad’s hands and holding them in his own. Bruce hadn’t even noticed when he started digging his fingernails into the flesh of his arm, close to drawing blood.

Shit. He always fucking does this. Making Dick worry and take care of him like he was an invalid incompetent manchild.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I’m used to it.” Dick murmured causing Bruce to purse his lips together silently. “Seriously, it’s okay B. I know why you are the way you are. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

Bruce nodded silently because it was easier to do so than argue why he should’ve already grown out of his childish habits. You’d think having the media point out his self inflected scars when he was 12 would’ve kicked him out of the habit already…

“What was it that you wanted to talk to me about? I don’t remember any particularly deep conversation with Jason.” Bruce rumbled, tilting his head to the side when Dick’s nose scrunched in annoyance.

“Of course you don’t, just like Jay said…” Dick huffed under his breath. “Okay, let’s just… blurt it out. Get it over with.”

Dick seemed to try and hype himself up, squeezing Bruce’s hands tightly before releasing and continuing the action a few more times.

“Jason said that you think that we hate you, but like, I really don’t know where that came from, and I’m just super confused because I don’t think I’ve said it that often, and yeah I’ve said it, I probably shouldn’t have, really shouldn’t have since you think that I hate you, well you think that all of us-“

“Chum.” Bruce stopped his son’s rapid word vomit with one word, his eyes crinkled with fondness and amusement as he squeezed Dick’s hands back. “Sweetheart, I didn’t understand a single word you just said. Slow down for me, okay?”

Dick took large gulps of air, his face burning with embarrassment as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Right! Right duh, I just- ugh…”

Bruce absentmindedly trailed his eyes over Dick’s face, so much older than when he had last seen him. Maybe a little gaunt… he’ll make Dick some brownies, the ones he used to make when Dick was smaller. Maybe they could watch a movie later, anything that would get DIck to fall asleep.

“Dad…” Dick breathed softy, making Bruce’s heart race. Uh oh, why was this a Dad moment? Did Dick want something?

“Jason came to me and he told me that… you think that I… we hate you. Do you?”

Bruce let out a confused hum. Was that the important conversation he had? Bruce didn’t feel like it was an important conversation; it had been mostly resolved by the time Jason decided to leave. Well, Bruce felt as though it had been resolved.

“… you said it,” Bruce said slowly. The last time he said that, Jason had gone silent and stared at Bruce with a horrified expression before hugging him. It was a nice hug, so Bruce guessed he had read his second son’s expression wrong, and it was all okay in the end.

���No, B, I could… I could never…” Dick’s throat dried up. Why couldn’t he just force the full sentence out? 'No, I don't hate you.' Why does his tongue feel like it's a million pounds? Why do his lips refuse to move?

Bruce hummed sympathetically and nodded his head, like he understood, like he could sort through the mess in Dick’s mind. Bruce had always had an uncanny way of peering into all of their minds when it was the most jumbled, and yet, he was getting it completely wrong this time.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad. It makes perfect sense.” Bruce nodded, having the fucking audacity to pretend that it did make sense. Like Dick hating him was perfectly normal, like living in a house and caring for people who he thinks hate him is nothing out of the ordinary.

“Wha-? No, Bruce, it’s not supposed to make sense!” Dick ran a hand through his hair, carelessly ripping through the knots and tangles, barely feeling the pain radiating from his scalp. The one in his chest hurt a fuckton more.

Bruce chewed on his lower lip, unable to dig his fingernails into the palm of his hand, he settled for digging the heel of his foot against the dorsum of his other, still bruised painfully from a rough night of crime fighting alone.

“What did I do wrong this time?” Bruce asked, wanting to know why Dick was here and why he seemed so… distraught. Not even angry, which was somehow worse.

He had to have done something wrong, after all, both DIck and Jason had come to him separately to rehash this same old conversation. Something must have happened.

That, for some reason, seemed to be the wrong thing to say.

“Dad, you know we love you… right…?” Dick whispered quietly. “You know that I love you, right?” Dick tried to grin, hoping that he would see his father’s face transform into a smile, to hear his deep chuckle of amusement, to listen to his Dad say ‘yes, of course I know that you love me, that you all love me.’

But it never came.

Bruce was quiet. No he was completely silent, staring at his son with a truly baffled expression that Dick has only seen very few times in his life. Like the words coming out of his son’s mouth were such an obvious lie, and he was trying to figure out why he was lying right to his face. Like Dick's love was such an unreachable object for him that there was no way he could already have it.

No no no no no no-

“Dad-!” Dick choked on a sudden sob, forcefully tearing its way out of his throat without his permission. “Please! Tati please! You have to know that I love you!”

Bruce swallowed and slowly extracted his hands from Dick’s grip, well, he tried to. Dick held on tight, steadfastly refusing to let go. “Dick, sweetheart, let me get you a cup of water. I don’t know why you’re crying, but I promise we can figure it out together. I’ll be right back, I swear.” Bruce said, his voice giving away how stressed he was in this situation.

Dick desperately clawed at his Dad’s hands, trying to stop him from leaving, but somehow Bruce escaped his hold. He always escapes his grasp.

As Bruce quickly fled the room, Dick slid down off Bruce’s desk and onto the floor, curling up into hisself. Trying to hide away from the shame and horror that was threatening to explode from his body.

How could this have happened? When had he stopped telling his Dad that he loved him? When had Bruce stopped believing him?

Dick tugged harshly on his hair and wailed, waiting for Bruce to come back.

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inspired by a friend misspeaking

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btas bruce robot going against its programming and sacrificing itself for the people of gotham..... bruce wayne your heart is so strong......... your soul is a virus.......

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Jason maintaining his villain status after reconciling with his family and having specific reactions to his siblings coming to stop whatever bs he’s planning based on how annoyed he is with them like

Tim, crashing through a skylight: Red Hood what are you doing

Jason: Red Robin, how good of you to join us.

Tim: can you just like. Stop.

Jason: not unless you admit that I was right about that argument we had 3 weeks ago

Tim, thinking:

Tim: THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH EATING MAC AND CHEESE WITH A SPOON

Jason: YES THERE IS

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Jason, getting ready to fight: Spoiler. You’ve really been pissing me off lately.

Steph, waving her hand frantically: wait wait WAIT. I know I’ve been annoying BUT. I have gossip.

Jason, signaling his men to stop doing whatever they’re doing: this better be good

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Dick: little wing, can you please just. Not do evil shit right now. I have a headache.

Jason: nah I think I will

Dick: but. We got pizza last night. You said you had a good time.

Jason: yeah, but it’s my job to piss you off so.

Dick, pinching his nose to hold off a migraine: you’re an asshole. You better not complain when I whoop your ass.

Jason: bring it, dickface

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Jason, calling off his men, ready to slip into the playful arguments that he and duke usually have:

Duke, Very Tired Student and Vigilante at the end of his shift: I helped you change the home screen of the batcomputer to that image Tim had of Batman tripping over his own cape, Can We Not Today?

Jason, thrown off: you good man?

Duke: finals.

Jason: ah.

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Cass: red hood.

Jason: oh hey.

Cass: are we fighting?

Jason: nah, you made dickface feel old two days ago and I got a picture of the face he made, we’re good.

Cass:

Cass: can I take a break here?

Jason: yeah, I think I have some snacks if you want

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Bruce: red hood.

Damian: hello, hood.

Jason: B. Brat.

Bruce, who had lunch with Jason last week and is sure they’re on good terms: is there any chance we can—

Jason, squaring up: nah old man, we’re fighting.

Damian: Am I required to participate?

Damian, attempting the puppy eyes dick taught him through the mask: I finished that book you gave me and I was hoping we wouldn’t fight so we could talk about it

Jason, who was only planning on fighting Bruce: don’t worry about it, brat. You just go foil my evil plan while I’m fighting B, and then I’ll take you for ice cream.

Bruce: hold on-

Jason: no. I need this.

Damian: this is acceptable. I will be finished posthaste.

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I mean canonically he did

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i think it should be illegal to not have paper menus. and it should be illegal to only accept digital payments and not accept cash

generally making anything accessible only with a phone sould be illegal. like genuinely regulated by the govt and forbidden. IMO

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"why r u smiling at ur phone" bc my friebds 🌈🌈🥰🌞 and i love friend 😊😊😊🫂💞 Friends 👍👍🌈 And im Happy 😊😊🫂💞👍🌈

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Dick: Are you talking to yourself?

Damian: It's the only way to have an intelligent conversation around here.

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A very normal day at the Watchtower

Clark : B, I want you to fuck me six ways to Sunday till I can't walk straight.

Bruce :

Clark :

Bruce :

The JL :

Diana : *surreptitiously removing the end of her lasso from where she had dropped it on Superman's lap*

Clark : *turning twelve shades of red and slapping a hand to his mouth*

Bruce : How does eight tonight sound?

Clark : *turning another twelve shades darker*

The JL : *quietly exchanging money underneath the table*

Diana : *evil grin and a thumbs up*