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Au where Bruce adopts most of the batfam in one evening! I want to add Tim in part two, I have ideas trust me, this isn’t beta read, I have learning disability, my grammar isn’t amazing

Inspired by the post made by @jasontodddidnothingwrong

“The circus?” Bruce asks Alfred , he doesn’t sound impressed, looking down at a pair of tickets to the local circus, he’s seen flyers around lately, the flying Graysons. A triple act, son and parents. Awful in his opinion are their outfits, shiny , glittery , yellows and blues, remind him a little of ABBA , he doesn’t particularly want to go.

“Yes, you haven’t left the house in.. a fortnight now master Bruce, you’re looking more vampiric as the days go on, if I do say so myself”

Bruce pulls a “fuck you” kind of face at him before going upstairs to shower, he needs to shower more often

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He finds Alfred has laid out a suit for him to get changed into , so he does , he hates it, he’s wearing his father’s cufflinks.

He gels back his hair, and gets into the car, Alfred’s not there, he’s ditched him.

There’s a small post it on the dashboard “maybe you’ll meet someone, socialise, you can’t use me as a crutch forever - A”

Great. Bruce huffs and drives off, he feels a little uneasy as he drives through Gotham, but he always does. It’s Gotham, it’s grimy, reeks, always damp and wet

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When he pulls up, he takes a few pictures with some eager fans, then grabs a doctor pepper and some popcorn, Alfred despises “fizzy drinks” he says the sugar is bad, and the diet version is ohh even worse, the artificial sweeteners are carcinogens!

If Alfred isn’t here he’s gonna take advantage of it.

He takes a seat, no one sits next to him, they love him but he’s intimidating to the Gotham public still. He appreciates the space too.

The act starts, he’s not that invested, infact he’s more appreciative of the technique the performers have. Even the young boy has great skill, maybe he should learn, might help when he’s out as batman. Swinging from buildings and all that.

His focus hones in on the left cable, holding up the trapeze, he can see its fraying, he frowns, and looks around: no one else notices.

They both swing in, the lady on the left trapeze, and the man on the right one.

They meet in the middle, they link hands, their combined weight on the unstable cable on the right trapeze, it snaps.

He knows they won’t survive the fall, he’s seen death many times , he watched his parents die, he looks over at the boy on the high up platform, he’s frozen.

Bruce just sees himself, when his parents died. And he watches as the emts and workers all rush to help the parents: no one goes to the boy.

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So he does, he climbs up the ladder about half way and pulls the boy into his arms. As they climb back down, he tucks the boys face in his shoulder, shielding him eyes from the scene beside them.

The cops tell him the boy is called Richard. Eleven years old, has a diagnosis of ASD and no other family, he knows it’s a bad idea, but he’s background checked, he’s worked with the youth in Gotham before, Alfred would make an amazing grandfather, so he offers to take the boy in for an emergency foster placement, his house has more than enough rooms.

The boy won’t leave, he just stands there clinging to Bruce’s tux sleeve, mute

“Come on chum, let’s get somewhere warm” Bruce says gently, he’s been told his voice is scary so he really tries to soften it. the boy digs his heels in, he still won’t talk, Bruce can’t tell if it’s the autism or the shock from the traumatic experience he literally just witnessed, but it’s admittedly a little frustrating, he can’t help Richard if he doesn’t know what he needs.

The boy bolts, and runs over to the elephants, hes saying goodbye to them, Bruce realises, the boy kisses them each on the head and hesitantly walks back over to Bruce, where he promptly zones out.

Bruce starts to walk him back to his car, it’s a nice car, it has a tv in the back, he hopes there’s a children’s channel on it , even if it’s just pbs or something

He talks to Richard as they walk, not expecting any answers, he tells him about Alfred, his dog ace, the gym and the pool at the manor, and then about how he lost his parents

“It was scary, i understand somewhat , what you’ve been through, you can see the same therapist I did, she’s very pleasant, she keeps lollipops on the desk in her office-“ he trails off as he enters the parking lot. He’s met with the sight of his car, his precious precious black matte car, with three of its wheels just.. gone and then a very nervous looking child with a tyre iron

And one of the tyres under his arm

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Richard points at the boy and says nothing, Bruce growls, probably shouldn’t have; it makes Richard flinch, and the other boy bolt, he pushes Richard towards the boy and he giggles and leaps off after him; like a Pokemon being summoned from a pokeball, he grabs the other boy round the waist and they both go *down*

Oops, not what Bruce wanted , the smaller boy drops the tyre and absolutely eats the pavement, nose is definitely broken, Richard looks guilty, like he’s going to cry, and the younger boy already is crying, but trying to hide it.

Bruce scoops up the younger boy, who processes to tell him his name is Jason, and then decides to smack Bruce across the face a few times, arching away from him, Bruce takes the hits and apologises profusely; he feels like an evil monster.

He puts them both in the car, then the tyres back onto his car, and gets in, he sits in the front seat and turns back to them , Richard is stroking Jason’s hair like a cat, and Jason clearly doesn’t like it much, giving off the most diabolical side eye Bruce thinks he has ever seen.

“I’m sorry.. I- where are your parents Jason” Bruce says

“I ain’t got none” Jason mumbles, his accent is thicker, crime alley, the nastier part of Gotham, he smacks Richard’s hand away from his hair, Bruce’s heart breaks again: if that’s even possible tonight

“Okay…” he sighs

“Hospital.. right you can do this Bruce, you’re Batman for Pete’s sake” he mumbles to himself and the boys perk up

“Batman??” Jason exclaims; Richard doesn’t say anything but he excitedly pokes his two index fingers out his hair like bat ears on the cowl

Bruce drops his head forward against the steering wheel with a honk of the horn , he starts the car he realises very fast he doesn’t have enough gas to get to the local Wayne memorial hospital for Jason’s nose.

So he pulls up at the local seven eleven, he gets the boys two small slurpees and himself a large one.

Again, Alfred’s not here, he can get all the junk he wants.

He pumps the gas, gets back in the car and turns back to give them the drinks and .. there’s a girl sat between them, probably the same age as Jason; Asian and in a pink dress with a rather concerning amount of dirt on it

“Who is that” he asks slowly

Both the boys shrug

He just drives to the hospital , he sacrifices his slurpee for the girl; it shuts them all up, only the sound of straws slurping and the occasional soft complaint of brain freeze can be heard.

He pulls up at the hospital, jason on his hip; holding Richard’s hand, who’s holding the mystery girls hand, he walks up to the receptionist desk

“I.. hello mr Wayne” the receptionist says

“Hello” he says with a shaky voice “I.. I assume they already called you about Richard. I’m taking him in.. but I found two more children; they seem neglected, abused , no parents” he rambles and a doctor takes Jason from his arms and they walk to a vacant room.

They clean Jason’s nose up, a cps worker speaks with the girl who he now knows is called Cassandra, she’s seven, she again, has no family except for her father who they inform him has an extensive criminal record, she seems to have a speech delay and just sits there doodling with some pencils she was given.

They do more background checks for Bruce and tell him he can foster all three as they seem to get along: and then they can figure out more permanent placements for the children

He relaxes, they are safe, he is safe

Jason refuses to take any medication when they set his nose, so Bruce just holds his hand; he’s had many a broken nose on the field and he remembers how nasty it was to have his first one set

After everything is done he drives home, Jason and Cassandra fall asleep pretty fast, but it’s started to hit Richard on the way home that he’s just watched his parents pass. And now he’s moving to a new home, he fidgets in the front seat next to Bruce, he’s shaking

Bruce tries to reassure him, it doesn’t work so he sticks the radio on, it’s playing some old grungy rock and it seems to calm Richard a little.

When he gets home and walks in with his three new foster children Alfred is thoroughly confused , he tries his best to explain it all, he shows Alfred the paperwork’s and everything, and Alfred helps settle them into bed.

Bruce sighs and finally gets a second to relax on the couch, he pops open a very expensive bottle of whiskey he was gifted a while ago, and pours himself a glass over ice, he can’t even take the first sip before the doorbell rings.

He huffs and opens the door, it’s talia.

He hasn’t seen her in years, two specifically, he had thought their relationship was mended, she was staying at the manor but randomly disappeared in the middle of one winter night with no explanation

He looks from her face to her arms , there’s a small lump wrapped in a scarf, a makeshift carrier on her chest

She lets herself in, she always would; she doesn’t ask for permission

She passes him a baby, he guesses around a year old, and oh.. he looks just like him, with deeper olive skin, and talias green eyes

“He’s yours; I can’t keep him with me , Ra’s hates him already, he will hurt him as he grows, he will flourish here with you, I named him Damian” she says passing him a glass baby bottle “I assume you have the funds adequate to provide for him” she says, he can’t tell if she’s joking with him; he’s confused, overwhelmed and scared

She leaves, he’s gone from no children, to four overnight.

This was written in like half an hour and it’s my first fic so .. yeah don’t be mean

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nanananananabatmansstuff · 5 days ago

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Au where Bruce adopts most of the batfam in one evening! I want to add Tim in part two, I have ideas trust me, this isn’t beta read, I have learning disability, my grammar isn’t amazing

Inspired by the post made by @jasontodddidnothingwrong

“Yes, you haven’t left the house in.. a fortnight now master Bruce, you’re looking more vampiric as the days go on, if I do say so myself”

Bruce pulls a “fuck you” kind of face at him before going upstairs to shower, he needs to shower more often

————————————————————————

He finds Alfred has laid out a suit for him to get changed into , so he does , he hates it, he’s wearing his father’s cufflinks.

He gels back his hair, and gets into the car, Alfred’s not there, he’s ditched him.

There’s a small post it on the dashboard “maybe you’ll meet someone, socialise, you can’t use me as a crutch forever - A”

Great. Bruce huffs and drives off, he feels a little uneasy as he drives through Gotham, but he always does. It’s Gotham, it’s grimy, reeks, always damp and wet

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If Alfred isn’t here he’s gonna take advantage of it.

He takes a seat, no one sits next to him, they love him but he’s intimidating to the Gotham public still. He appreciates the space too.

His focus hones in on the left cable, holding up the trapeze, he can see its fraying, he frowns, and looks around: no one else notices.

They both swing in, the lady on the left trapeze, and the man on the right one.

They meet in the middle, they link hands, their combined weight on the unstable cable on the right trapeze, it snaps.

He knows they won’t survive the fall, he’s seen death many times , he watched his parents die, he looks over at the boy on the high up platform, he’s frozen.

Bruce just sees himself, when his parents died. And he watches as the emts and workers all rush to help the parents: no one goes to the boy.

————————————————————————

So he does, he climbs up the ladder about half way and pulls the boy into his arms. As they climb back down, he tucks the boys face in his shoulder, shielding him eyes from the scene beside them.

The boy won’t leave, he just stands there clinging to Bruce’s tux sleeve, mute

The boy bolts, and runs over to the elephants, hes saying goodbye to them, Bruce realises, the boy kisses them each on the head and hesitantly walks back over to Bruce, where he promptly zones out.

Bruce starts to walk him back to his car, it’s a nice car, it has a tv in the back, he hopes there’s a children’s channel on it , even if it’s just pbs or something

He talks to Richard as they walk, not expecting any answers, he tells him about Alfred, his dog ace, the gym and the pool at the manor, and then about how he lost his parents

And one of the tyres under his arm

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“I’m sorry.. I- where are your parents Jason” Bruce says

“Okay…” he sighs

“Hospital.. right you can do this Bruce, you’re Batman for Pete’s sake” he mumbles to himself and the boys perk up

“Batman??” Jason exclaims; Richard doesn’t say anything but he excitedly pokes his two index fingers out his hair like bat ears on the cowl

So he pulls up at the local seven eleven, he gets the boys two small slurpees and himself a large one.

Again, Alfred’s not here, he can get all the junk he wants.

“Who is that” he asks slowly

Both the boys shrug

He just drives to the hospital , he sacrifices his slurpee for the girl; it shuts them all up, only the sound of straws slurping and the occasional soft complaint of brain freeze can be heard.

He pulls up at the hospital, jason on his hip; holding Richard’s hand, who’s holding the mystery girls hand, he walks up to the receptionist desk

“I.. hello mr Wayne” the receptionist says

They do more background checks for Bruce and tell him he can foster all three as they seem to get along: and then they can figure out more permanent placements for the children

He relaxes, they are safe, he is safe

Jason refuses to take any medication when they set his nose, so Bruce just holds his hand; he’s had many a broken nose on the field and he remembers how nasty it was to have his first one set

Bruce tries to reassure him, it doesn’t work so he sticks the radio on, it’s playing some old grungy rock and it seems to calm Richard a little.

He huffs and opens the door, it’s talia.

He looks from her face to her arms , there’s a small lump wrapped in a scarf, a makeshift carrier on her chest

She lets herself in, she always would; she doesn’t ask for permission

She passes him a baby, he guesses around a year old, and oh.. he looks just like him, with deeper olive skin, and talias green eyes

She leaves, he’s gone from no children, to four overnight.

This was written in like half an hour and it’s my first fic so .. yeah don’t be mean

#batman #dc robin #dc #batfam #robin #cassandra cain #jason todd #bruce wayne #richard grayson

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