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happy cass day <3

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day 1: scars @casscainweek

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Contrary to the common belief, Alfred has a life outside the Wayne Manor. And some friends in the town.

Mostly, it is people his age that he met during his grocery shopping, of course, but then there is also an old, nursing home close to the Park Row that he visits occasionally to rest from his family and to get the understanding from people as wise as him. His visits are not entirely stable (he can disappear for months, and then start visiting again, depending on his family's schedule), but anytime he is back, others greet him with welcoming hugs and lists of gossips that he missed out.

So, once, after Alfred disappears for a month, and when he comes back, his friends tell him that their nursing home got itself a new friend. He is naturally curious, but not much - it either would be some woman from their neighbourhood as usual, or, maybe, some mailman.

Expect, it is fucking Red Hood that they are talking about.

Alfred is in the middle of his chess game, when Red Hood appears on the doorstep with three bags of groceries, and others just... go to hug him.

Of course, Alfred heard of the new criminal lord; he was poisoning Bruce's life for months now. But did he expect to meet him here, from all places? No, not really. And according to how Red Hood froze as their eyes crossed, he didn't wait to find him here either. Bruce suspected that Red Hood knew their identities for a while now, and this reaction on a mere butler of Bruce Wayne, almost a physical recoil, only proved it.

Despite his best judgment, Alfred, however, pretends that nothing unusual happened. Red Hood, too, plays into that - he spends the rest of the evening talking with old ladies, helping to fix broken furniture, and just being very polite, without ever approaching Alfred.

Once he leaves, one of the elderly ladies that cooed on Red Hood the most, proudly shares with Alfred all details - yes, it is Red Hood, but he is a sweetheart. Yes, he buys them food, and fixes stuff. Yes, he also spends time with them, watching movies or reading to them, he is not scary at all! He is a sweetheart, really! How it started? Oh, well, hadn't you heard, if you are lacking money on products or feel like you can't handle something, you should draw a red bat on the door: Red Hood will always help out - they did that a month ago, when their authority had no money to support this nursing home, and Red Hood took all expenses on himself!

So, Alfred comes home that night, and doesn't say anything to Bruce. He decides that his boy is too reckless right now, and too judgmental to decide if Red Hood is truly that dangerous or not.

Instead, Alfred starts visiting his friends more often.

Red Hood mostly comes in the evenings, before his nighttime job. He is always in his armour and helmet, with the voice modulator on, but others speculate that he is most likely is very young - that's why they baby him so much.

For next visits, Red Hood also chooses not to communicate with Alfred directly, but he eases up upon realising that Batman is not coming here anytime soon. So, Alfred watches him taking off his gloves to make a shoulder massage to one of the old ladies, and sinking on his knees before the armchair for her to pat his head (well, not head, just a top of the helmet, but the point stands), and then reading aloud her favourite, the most cliché romance book to exist, because her eyes are weak like that. He sees him cooking for others, the funnily floral-themed apron tied right above his intimidating armour. He hears him discussing with a few old men the old soap opera. He witnesses his voice, even through modulator, hitching when someone gifts him a handmade red scarf, causing the whole room to giggle.

And the more Alfred stares, the more he recognises a boy behind the helmet.

Because, god, Jason is not slick. He cooks for these people, using Alfred's recipes. He knows everything about soap operas they watched together. He has the same unhealthy passion to literature that makes him jump a little as he speaks of it, which looks funny on the double-fridged army man like Red Hood.

And, of course, it also explains everything else about Red Hood's knowledge of their family, identities and tactics.

'Are you planning to come home, my boy?'

Red Hood - Jason - flinches, when Alfred catches him watering plants in the backyard. His whole body goes stiff.

'Mister Pennyworth,' he feigns an indifference. 'I don't understand what are you talking about.'

Alfred sighs fondly. They both know that if Jason didn't want to be found by him, he would do anything for their paths not to cross; he would choose those days to visit that Alfred wouldn't. But he did.

'Oh, my boy, don't you dare to call me mister. Not after I spent nights nursing your fly and reading you bedtimes stories.'

Jason's breath hitches. He looks like he wants to run away, but at the same time, he can't make himself move. Alfred's eyes soften.

'Had you— Does he—'

'If you wanted your father to know, you would tell him already, I believe.'

He puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and it all that takes for Jason to crumble in his hug, to try to bury himself in the welcoming arms. He cries, it seems, his voice modulator glitching from incoherent sounds leaving his throat.

Alfred doesn't let him go even for a second. Not any more. Never again.

Because it is his little boy, and he is back. And nothing else matters.

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die your daughter.

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Bruce Wayne with soft spoken reader

he thinks it's adorable

the quiet softness of your voice contrasts to the rest of his loud chaotic lifestyle

whenever he can't hear you, he leans down to your height with his face next to yours

"What was that, sweetheart?"

having his undivided attention makes you flustered

you can feel him smile against your cheek

even though you talk quietly, you're far from being meek and shy

when conversing with people, you often let out witty comebacks or sarcastic remarks

this makes Bruce laugh out loud

everyone else looks around in confusion

he just tells them not to worry about it

he's very smug in the fact that he's the only one close enough to hear you

however, it does come with its downsides

when you're in a group setting, it's hard to be heard over all the commotion

trying to speak louder can be physically uncomfortable for you

because of this, you tend to fade into the background

bruce makes sure to pull you back in, though

no matter what, you can count on him to be paying attention

at the end of the day, when you're both lying in bed, he'll gently place his hand on your throat and rub it with his thumb

it doesn't make the ache go away but somehow it makes you feel better. warmer.

there in your shared bed, you're free to simply whisper to your beloved husband

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Pissing off your husband is your love language. One of your favorite tactics for stirring Bruce up is simply calling him bro, dude, friend, or any other platonic endearment.

You two are playfully bickering, and you hit him with, "Yeah bro, whatever you say." and he's immediately turning with widened eyes.

"BRO? We've been married 10 years and have 7 children together, and you call me BRO? We stopped being bros the moment my tongue went down your throat, you little shit."

He's playfully crowding into your space as he rants. You look away and attempt to suppress a smile from forming. He continues his tirade while ducking his head down to meet your eyes, "Is this a frat house? I am your husband, your lover, your beloved one and only. I can't believe you'd insult me with this... this... BRO nonsense."

You can't help but break and let out an all too amused laugh. You spent the next few minutes holding his face in your hands and kissing the petulant pout off his lips. All while assuring him that he is indeed the love of your life and not just a bro.

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Headcanon that a fact very rarely known about Damian Wayne al Ghul, son of Bruce What emotion am I feeling today Wayne, is that he's a crier. Whenever he's having a bad day, the only thing that can fix it and make him feel better is a long, hard cry.

Of course, he's learned to cry completely silently (growing up in the league that viewed every supposed weakness as lethal will do that to you). He's also very good at compartmentalization and can push it down until he has time and privacy enough to let go.

When he first came to the manor, it was in the in suite bathroom behind two locked doors with the shower running. Once he started trusting him, it was on his eldest brother's shoulder.

The day he goes to Bruce to be held when he's crying, his father goes wide eyed, heart so full of love it hurts and it's like finding he has a son all over again.

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Pediatrician damian except he treats every kid with the same amount of respect and attentiveness that he would give an adult.

Pediatrician damian who will tell parents with barely concealed distaste to shut up when they talk over their children during an appointment.

Pediatrician damian who is always watching his patients, searching for if the injury they got from "falling" is actually just that or if the injury has to do with the impatient and anxious parents nearby.

Pediatrician Damian who cares so SO much about every kid and who he learns to be comforting and gentle for because he doesn't want to cause them any more anxiety before their flu shots.

Pediatrician damian who is still a hero at heart and who has kicked ass when his hospital was briefly taken hostage by rogues. Who immediately jumped into a fight because the crying of tiny terrified children echoed in his ears and he was filled with enough righteous anger his 10 year old self would stagger.

Pediatrician damian who does everything in his power to make sure every kid who needs it gets Healthcare.

Pediatrician damian who refers to his patients as his kids.

Pediatrician damian who I'm SOBBING OVER

@puppiesandnightlock I have a lot of feelings bestie 😭

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another headcannon where bruce wayne keeps a collection of secret "dad journals." they start off as grim, meticulous logs about patrols, mission details, and crime patterns in gotham. over time, they shift into something way more personal — pure dad energy.

instead of just documenting cases, bruce starts writing down random thoughts about his kids:

"dick executed a flawless takedown tonight. the boy never stops smiling. proud."

"jason’s instincts continue to sharpen. he found three exits before i spotted one. i hope he knows how valuable that is."

"tim solved a case faster than the computer. he needs to remember sleep is not optional."

"damian did not decapitate anyone this week. progress."

eventually, jason finds the journals — because of course jason finds everything — and the batfam collectively loses it.

one journal has a full-page entry about cass: "her grace in combat is unmatched. she reminds me of martha, strong and silent but full of heart."

there’s even an entry in alfred’s handwriting, after bruce insisted he contribute:

"master bruce is absurdly sentimental but would rather face ten jokers than admit it."

dick demands group readings during family nights, complete with dramatic voices. jason tries to keep a straight face and fails every time. damian storms off muttering about "weak emotions."

bruce just grumbles under his breath and keeps writing — like they won’t find the next one too.

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a little comic for jasons birthday. on being robin & batman and being brave & scared

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Superbatfam au: all of the batfam come down with a bad cold and the supfam have to take care of everything and care for the batfam

“Alright team,” Clark is leaning on the kitchen table, looking for all the world like a General briefing his lieutenants. “It’s day three and the pandemic has now spread to every human in this house. We’ve got four upstairs in bed but the battle’s not over yet. Three are still up still trying to do bat things and those that are down could rise at any moment. We must act fast. These are your new assignments. Kon. I need at least a litre of chicken noodle soup, stat.”

“On it.”

“Kara. You’re on pillow patrol. If any of the sleepers wake you make sure they’re comfortable and keep them in bed.”

“Yes chief.”

“Chris. I need you to find as many tissues as you can.”

“Okay!”

“Jon. I need you to try to convince Damian to come to bed. I don’t care how you do it, but we need to get him down.”

“What are you going to do?”

Clark’s gaze is hard. “I’m going after the big one.”

Kara gasps. “No. You can’t. Not alone.”

“I have to. No one else stands a chance against him.”

Kon. “How are you going to convince him to stop work and come to bed? He never stops work.”

Grimly. “I know. But you have your assignments. Leave Alfred to me.”

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