#Bat Dad

[alienzil]

Okay so I saw this post and you know the types of fics where adult Danny moves to Gotham and winds up emotionally adopting one or more of bat kids or accidentally coparenting with Bruce (with or without a relationship between them)? I had the thought, what if Danny parented the bat kids but he started doing it out of spite?

Like, Danny moves to Gotham and runs into Batman and Robin one night while out for a late night flight and drops down to the rooftop to say hi.

Bruce sees this 5'6" twink that looks like a stiff breeze could knock him over and is so obviously new in town and thinks Gotham is going to eat him alive, he needs to leave before he gets killed.

Batman: Looming menacingly and in his deepest scariest Batman voice, "Leave. Metas aren't allowed in Gotham."

Danny: Offend! Excuse?! Who does this guy think he is?! 😡 Danny was trying to be polite here! "First of all, I'm not a meta. Second of all, rude much?!"

Batman: Does scariest bat glare. "Leave." Swoops off into the night.

Robin (Damian): "My father is correct. You should leave the city for your own safety."

Danny sees this tiny vigilante child with fierce expression and a sword and is just like awww, so cute! 😍 Then he noticed Robin had a small cut on his arm and his inner gremlin activates. If the rude flying furry can't take care of his own kid properly, Danny will do it better!

He bandages up Damian's arm, gives him a cookie and teaches him a neat sword trick before sending him on his way with a hug telling him he needs his sleep.

Danny goes out of his way to run into the bat kids and be the absolute best dad.

He takes Nightwing flying and throws him in the air so Nightwing can do all the fanciest acrobatic tricks.

He tracks down Red Hood and starts a book club with him (Danny may or may not have used his connection with Ghost Writer to get ahold of some rare books).

He eats waffles with Spoiler and trys out weird topping combinations that make them both make faces and laugh.

He makes new gadgets for Red Robin but carefully breaks them just a little bit and takes them to the teen so they can fix them together (it's enrichment!). He always insists RR keep them as a reward.

He follows Signal around during the day invisibly, making faces and doing tricks only Signal can see (he made him laugh in front of the police at a crime scene twice!).

All of the kids get his attention and love and Danny smugly thinks how Batman must be absolutely seething about his kids bonding with Danny and Batman missing out on all of it.

Danny started it out of spite but he does wind up genuinely loving the bat kids.

Batman definetly hates it when the kids are bonding with Danny and is extremely jealous (sulky Batman brooding in his cave about it).

Bruce's repeated attempts to intimidate Danny into leaving Gotham don't work and him telling his kids to stay away from Danny had zero effect (the terrible children don't listen to him at all).

So Bruce starts spending more time with the kids to compete against Danny. The bat kids love it and (little gremlins that they are) use the two of them against each other constantly.

Bruce:"Sorry Tim, I can't make it to your photography exhibit this weekend, there's a meeting with the Justice League."

Tim:"Oh that's fine... I'll just ask Danny to come." 😏

Bruce: Narrows his eyes and grits his teeth, "Actually, the Justice League needs to have contingencies in place to manage without my input. This would be a good time to test their capabilities. I'll skip the meeting and come to your exhibit."

With both of them competing to spend more time with the kids it leads to the two of them spending time with each other to be around the kids more.

After Damian catches a terrible flu bug, Danny spends an entire weekend at the manor babying him. This is when Bruce finds out Danny has known their secret identities for months and tries to get mad about it but Alfred puts his foot down, raises a judgmental eyebrow in Bruce's direction that puts a stop to that nonsense and sets up Danny with his own room in the family wing.

Eventually, Danny gets to the point where he spends most of his nights at the manor and he and Bruce consult each other on all major household decisions.

The whole family is at the manor one morning including Danny. Bruce has a meeting at WE and he and Danny are absently discussing their plans for the day at the breakfast table.

Bruce: " The meeting should take most of the morning and then I have paperwork this afternoon and a scheduled walk through on one of the new engineering projects. I probably won't be done by the time school let's out. Can you pick up Damian today?"

Danny: "That shouldn't be a problem. Would you mind swinging by the bookstore on the way home and getting my preorder? Jay and I just finished rereading the first book and we were wanting to start the second tonight before you all go on patrol. I'd rather not try to make it to the bookstore in school rush hour traffic"

Bruce: "Sure."

Stephanie watches Danny reach out and absently straighten Bruce's tie as they both get up to leave. Bruce grabs Danny's coffee thermos and hands it to him while they walk out the door.

Stephanie: "Sooo, bets on how long until they realize they're basically married?"

[ky-landfill]

How fast can it go?

[thebatbaes]

[ Jason’s most cherished memory, from Red Hood and the Outlaws (2016) #34 ]

[bruciemilf]

Ideal Bruce & Jason dynamic is Bruce loving Jason unconditionally and Jason pretending he doesn't care, but if Bruce looks at him with even ONE second of disappointment, he'll start sobbing violently

[dc-and-damirae]

damian: *forgets English word for lid*

damian, holds up a pot: father were is his hat?

bruce: . . . what

bruce: his hat? OH, the lid!

damian: yes were is it?

bruce, who doesn't know where he parked the batmobile, let alone his keys: damian we need to have a talk

[makkiyz]

Ask and you shall receive!

Bruce sandwiched between them while they try to not look annoyed lol

[starkcapaccinos63]

I identified with Jaime here because I, too, don’t know when to quit while I’m ahead 💀 even Khaji was like BE SO SERIOUS RIGHT NOW.

Mans said “yeah, being a smart ass with THE angriest person in the League is my best move.”

(It was. Bruciefer loves sassy children. Somewhere inside of his little heart. He’s been conditioned by Clark).

[nana-bird]

Bat Dad and Bat Daughter take a lil nap in the cave

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

I want badass everybody

Stalker Tim Drake who is an amazing detective who can solve a case without even trying who is running a business and kicking Ra in a chess game.

Dick Grayson who is acrobatic god and amazing martial artist who was the first and made Robin. Who knows leadership and bravery like no other.

Jason Todd who is a weapons king and can fight and think on his feet like nobody's business. Who is stealthy and who you can't hear coming. Is willing to do what it takes and is proud doing it.

Damian Wayne who is an amazing strategist awesome fighter and who is extremely intelligent and who is just as good as his brothers

Cassandra Wayne is the one who is all amazing at body language can take an enemy down in a second who is so sneaky she scares Alfred. She's amazing and is kicking everyone's ass.

Duke Thomas who is ruining crime in the day who's powers and abilities are unmatched who is fighting doing flips and is saving people is proud he is a meta human.

Bruce Wayne who is a furry and loves his kids and knows they are so much better than he can ever be.

Alfred who is an amazing marksman super spy and is keeping them all alive.

BAMF Batfamily

Let's not hate any of them they are all fucking awesome no anti anyone cause they are all amazing other than bitchman and his stupid furry costume no offense to furriers full offense to Batman.

[0hboyhowdy]

In All Chaos There's Calculation

“The streets of Gotham don’t deserve you opposing them,” He said with an outstretched hand “Come with me.”

Read “Prologue” before this chapter for more context

1913 words

(Y/N) found themselves outside a 24 hour diner two weeks after their fight with Batman. The rooftop didn’t offer much cover, but that’s not what they wanted. Their mask, now glued together, shrouded their face from the rain. Batman had done good work in harassing them. Initially they hid their armor in their bag and walked the streets, but word had gotten out that Batman was hunting down the Angel of Death.

Before, (Y/N) had gotten away without his attention by making deals with larger gangs. Their names weren’t attached to their work, but the higher up’s names. They were completely silent and worked quickly, even if they knew it was a pre-teen under the mask it was doubtful they’d care. It was notoriously difficult to hire (Y/N). They only took jobs that aligned with an unknown checklist of theirs, seemingly at random and with a few different people. Most wondered how nobody had sank their claws into Vulture yet, to keep them forever in a contract. Unnatural intuition gave them safety.

Hurting people wasn’t any different than what they did in those woods. A job never went unfinished, or unpaid. It kept themselves afloat, too young to have a real job and too good at what they do not to utilize it. They became known for their swift murder, gaining the name ‘Angel of Death’ along with ‘The Vulture’ for their likeness to the urban legend. Their morals were dizzyingly gray. Only taking the lives of those they deemed unworthy, whatever that meant was only known to them. If the world were a perfect place, to (Y/N), half the people they worked with would be gone. Now that everything had come to an end for them, there was no point in continuing such work.

And that's how Batman found them. 8 months had gone by slowly for them, fending for themselves in the streets of Gotham following nothing but a letter was more than just exhausting. Two weeks ago, Batman had tried to negotiate, but (Y/N) left against better judgment screaming in their head. His words had sounded too similar to the voices of those they’d previously worked for.

“Vulture” Batman sternly greeted. Their head tilted, sizing him up. A slow tingle crept down their spine. He was re-thinking what to do with them. When he took a step forward, the sensation ceased. “How old are you?” Batman’s tone softened, not by much, but enough that (Y/N) could feel it. The Vulture spoke seldomly through a voice modulator stolen from a past job. Do they tell the truth? Their head bobbled before deciding to break their silence.

“Thirteen.” They watched his face carefully, how it scrunched up and disapproved.

“The streets of Gotham don’t deserve you opposing them,” He said with an outstretched hand “Come with me.”

They took his hand.

When Batman, Bruce as he introduced himself, brought (Y/N) back to the cave it was a large culture shock. They’d only ever worked out of the cold basement of their old house, a metal door leading outside of the hill it was built into that led to their secluded backyard (Their stomach twisted at the thought). The cave was a much more rich version of their own ‘cave’. Multiple suits, they only had one that was now broken, an array of weapons, they only had the claws on their hands.

“This is the Batcave” Bruce’s harsh voice broke the silence as they sat in the cleverly named ‘Batmobile’. (Y/N) sat stiff in the passenger seat, gazing at him through the mask with a crack that went from their entire jaw to their left eye. “Alfred will show you to a room upstairs and let you get clean,” He said “As well as some new clothes”. They followed him out of the parked car, not taking their eyes off of Bruce for too long despite sensing nothing hostile towards themselves.

Alfred made his presence known by coughing, standing over the two on a higher landing. “Welcome home…” He spoke expectantly, eyebrows raised at the child accompanying Bruce.

“Alfred, please bring Vulture to a spare room” Bruce stumbled over their alias “He’ll need a pair of clothes as well”.

“Very well,” Alfred replied slowly. They both turned to stare at (Y/N)’s shrouded face.

“You won’t be able to go through the manor with that on…” Bruce gruffly spoke up. (Y/N) stared, a thick pause, it was in their best interest to trust this man. There was nothing left for them now, and no danger to be felt, (Y/N) lifted the mask over their head with one hand and bared their face to him.

Bruce was curious. From the neutral, almost content expression on their face one wouldn’t be able to guess that this child was previously splattered with blood over their hands, stomach, and thighs. He had a strong urge to solve them like a puzzle, instead of dropping them off at Arkham Asylum like he should’ve as soon as the body hit the floor. He held out his hands to take the mask from them. They hesitantly offered it up.

“Well then,” Alfred spoke up “I’ll show you to your room”

(Y/N) followed Alfred through the manor, sock footed as to not track in filth. While they walked, they gazed into the rooms they passed. Able to predict the depth and items in the room. Ones with closed doors less clear, as they had their eyes open. The walls were pasted with a minimalist Victorian style wallpaper, warm light, and vast loneliness. (Y/N) became aware of a third presence in the manor, farther away from them in the opposite direction.

Alfred stopped, and turned the knob of a door to their right. He turned to face (Y/N) with the door open “This room as an en suite connected to it, clothes will be on the bed for you once you’re done cleaning up”

“Thank you” They spoke with a polite nod.

Alfred allowed (Y/N) to step in first, flicking the light on, before closing the door and making his exit. The room was as wide as it was lifeless. A perfectly made bed sat pushed against the back and left wall, a slim door to a balcony on the right, a hardwood desk, and another door on the right. (Y/N) made haste towards said door, eager to wash off the grime covering them in the bathroom.

“Master Bruce?” Alfred started with a stern tone, addressing the grown man in a bat costume sitting at his extremely large monitor. Blurry photo after photo was displayed on the screen, white skull the center of attention. When he didn’t get an answer, Alfred’s eyebrows knit together “I understand that you’re grieving, but perhaps picking children off the street isn’t a good idea?”.

Bruce turned with the mask in hand “Alfred, this mask is genuine, where would a child like that have access to a real ram skull and be trained in intense combat?” Ignoring the butler who rolled his eyes.

“Are you intending to keep this one as well?” Alfred gently asked “They might not be as safe as young Tim is…” It was true, of course. This new child was completely unknown in who they were and their capabilities. Bruce has personally trained his last three Robins, he knew what moves they would make in the field and in his home. Vulture didn’t fight like them, think like them in combat.

“I’m willing to take the risk.” Bruce looked back at the ‘Batcomputer’ “I’m thinking the Vulture isn’t a copycat…”

(Y/N) nearly scrubbed themselves raw trying to feel clean. They stood facing the mirror with irritated skin, inspecting their features. Stark white strands of hair sprouted behind their ear. Blemished and imperfect skin. It didn’t make them feel insecure, it was just who they were, but the reflection held them hostage. They could feel the hesitancy from both men, it was clear they were off put by (Y/N). A hand came up to drag across their face. How odd, to be so unbothered by the death of their father, but cry over trivial things like a squashed bug.

Papa had dedicated what little life he had left to understanding them. All for what? They hadn’t killed their father, they killed any other stranger. It wasn't enough.

(Y/N) cracked open the bedroom door, equipped with clothes that were slightly too large and smelt of washed out axe body spray, holding their tattered lightweight armor.

They didn’t need Alfreds assistance the second time, the path towards the grandfather clock in a secluded study was quick for them. Closing their eyes, they tapped on the wall in a few different areas. Alfred was walking up the stairs, presumably to collect them. Alfred looked startled to find (Y/N) already on the other side of the clock.

“Ah…” He said as he stepped out of the way, gesturing towards the stairs “Master Bruce would like to speak to you”. They’d like to speak to him too, politely excusing themselves past him, before Alfred stopped them. “I can take that, it needs cleaning.” Alfred presented both his palms to them, waiting for their armor. Their neutral face tweaked into a grimace when Alfred walked away from them. Despite not feeling anything off, (Y/N) felt deeply uncomfortable with their things being stripped.

The claws hung heavy under the waistband of their baggy clothes as they walked down the steps to the Batcave. It seemed even more grand looking at it from above, platforms full of gadgets nobody could ever need, dark damp walls, and Batman—Bruce waiting for them at the base.

“You’re rich.” They said bluntly as they reached the bottom few steps. Bruce waited for a moment for them to reach the bottom, but they didn’t. They stood on the second last step with strict posture, staring him down at face level.

“Yes, I am.” Bruce replied.

“Because the Batman is Bruce Wayne…” They stated the obvious “I’ve seen you on T.V a couple times, never would have guessed.”

“… And the Vulture is?” Bruce asked

“(Y/N)” They held eye contact uncomfortably.

“And?” He continued, turning away from them to walk towards the computer “You appeared in Gotham out of nowhere, and you make quick work”. (Y/N) walks off the steps and follows the Bat. They’re led to monitors of their crime scenes. Bloody, graphic, and blurry where it counted.

‘What monster teaches a child to perform acts of violence like this?’ Bruce thought to himself looking at (Y/N).

“I did what I had to” (Y/N) responded. The way they held themselves so politely and classy contradicted the animalistic nature of their actions in the field. Though calculated was a description that matched both sides perfectly.

“I want to take you into my teachings,” Bruce offered, “You're a strong fighter, your abilities should be used for good.”

“Thank you, I’ve been trained very well,” (Y/N) thanked. The two stood parallel, looking at the photos and not each other.

Bruce narrowed his eyes “I’ll take you off the streets and into my care, with one exception”

(Y/N) looked to him

“This can never come from you again” He met their gaze “Killing.”

They didn’t enjoy killing. It was in their nature. Life was about give and take, they were just the reaper.

“Deal.”

[whoseyscientist]

BEST BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN  FICS I KNOW 2!!

A part two of bat fic recs cause i’m insatiable and something tells me you are too~ 

Here’s the list of one-shots (or max threeshot) i’ve read and adored where bruce is the focus, mix of agonising angst and tooth-rotting fluff.

There’s still shipping, but this is overwhelmingly more filled with general batfam and justice league shenanigans, which in itself is annoyingly hard to find but a gem everytime you spot it out in the wild~

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BATFAM

The Dark Knight Strikes Back

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16172390

If Bruce knew anything, he'd know one simply didn't finish Minecraft.

Tim would have told him, but he didn't exactly expect him to actually play-- Bruce didn't play things.

Dick remembers Bruce playing things. Jason does, too.

There's a hard line between what Bruce was like before and what he was like after the, well, you know. The thing with Jason.

Maybe it's time for that to change.

(^ starts crackier than you’d think which distracts you from all your crying by the end)

Have I Told You About Minnie?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23517115

After you’ve known Matches Malone long enough, you get used to him telling you about his kids. Not that his kids know about it.

(^ its the only way bruce gets to brag about his kids and its through a thick new jersey accent and bushy moustache bveisrl) 

I Used to Be an Adventurer Like You, Then I Took an Arrow to the Knee

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16437716

Stephanie was just on patrol and now she’s stuck somewhere, sometime, with Bruce.

They bleed and bond and mostly try to keep each other alive— you know, just a Tuesday.

(^ bat bonding steph focused)

though your eyes will need some time to adjust

“I think…” Stephanie takes a deep breath, “I think I’m bad.”

“I don’t.”

“So what, I’m just supposed to believe you?”

“I am Batman.”

Stephanie snorts, “Yeah, you are… but what if I’m still bad?”

“Then I forgive you.” _______

Or: Stephanie and Bruce, figuring it out

Cycles of Sunshine

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41123100

Scenes from a life spent raising a son.

Or: Alfred & Bruce throughout the years.

(so good man ;_;)

big pockets & juice boxes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33193552

“Juice boxes,” Bruce explained, pulling out one for himself, “the most common stakeout drink.”

Jason blinked. “Nah, pretty sure that’s coffee.”

“Most common stakeout drink for children,” he amended after he swallowed.

“And you just carry them around?”

Bruce shrugged. “Never hurts to be prepared.”

(^ batman is a fanny pack dad as he was always meant to be<3)

The D-Word

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9597686

so jason gets into the habit of dropping the d-word in there just to see what he can get away with, want a batmobile? take it. fleeing his siblings after irritating them? you do you jay chum.

"bAtMaN dOeSn'T mAkE pReSeNtAtIoNs" - The Sequel

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39791658

Tim sees the PowerPoint

(^ do yourself a favour and just- read through this whole series. they even made the actual powerpoints its amazing)

I got a jar of protection

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40491972

the bat family all have their own little quirks, Jason with his books, Dick with his hugs, and bruce's... trays?

or: Duke accidentally knocks over something sentimental to Bruce and finds out why.

(so bittersweet because on one hand alfred on the other family bonding)

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SUPERBAT (PLATONIC/ROMANCE)

Favorite Strangers

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16663516/chapters/39073186

When Batman v Superman!Bruce ends up in the comics world, he'll have to navigate another version of himself, his family and the man he tried to kill if he wants to get home.

(^ killer concept but this hurttttt too ;-;)

To Bring Light Back To Your Eyes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26640703

Months after the Justice League is formed in the wake of Steppenwolf's attempted incursion, Superman begins pulling away, becoming isolated and withdrawn. Bruce wants to help, but doesn't know how. He goes to Martha Kent for advice, and an offhand comment leads to a clumsy, though successful, outreach.

Or, Bruce bakes Clark terrible pie to make him feel better, and Clark finds this very endearing.

(delightful)

Whoever Falls First

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7679041

"There's more kryptonite out there. When the Superman returns, there's going to be an all-star battle royale in the criminal underworld. Every megalomaniacal freak will want a piece of it so they can get a piece of you. And some of them will manage. They'll weaponize it and won't hesitate to use it against you, and when that happens I will not have you flailing around like an idiot."

aka: Bruce teaches Clark how to fight.

barely a shard of heart

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37311268

In the end, it was the Joker who killed him.

He'd not been aiming for the Bat - nor had he been aiming at anyone in particular. It was just a game he decided to play. A bomb, buried in the basement of the Gotham ballet. An unexpected guest in the form of arts patron Bruce Wayne.

And Clark? He was thousands of miles away, dealing with a tsunami in Japan.

(^ crazyyyy)

good in red

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42127347

“I can’t get it off me,” Clark whispered, turning his hand over so the blood embedded into his skin caught the fluorescent lights of the Cave, “Please, Bruce.“

(^ platonic but also just so sad for clark, you can’t save everyone :(( )

The End of Infinity (With You)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38216218/chapters/95480404

The end of the world was just over the horizon.

(^ I remember losing my shit for this, clark and bruce talking before they die </3)

My Own Desert Places

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11290077

Batman had been making himself scarce since the media storm started, but he shows up for an interstellar mission when no one else could go. Clark just wishes he knew what to say to fix things, but that can wait until after the mission.

Unfortunately unfriendly aliens, crash landings, falling trees, and the freezing cold makes everything much more difficult. Now Clark can only hope they can stay alive long enough for the rest of the League to find them. There are worse times to have a heart to heart with his best friend, right?

(hit like a ton of bricks ;-; loved the very realistic way they displayed acesexuality and the media's frenzy of it )

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JUSTICE LEAGUE

Lugubrious Alarmism

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27812494

Magic is always a pain. Superman might temporarily be a toddler, but the League's knows they've gotten off easy this time: everyone's in the proper dimension, there's no annoying entity trying to teach them a lesson, and the de-aging spell should wear off without any weird consequences in less than a fortnight. Babysitting duty gets ten times more adorable with the purchase of a Justice League plushie set. Now Clark can continue his heroic adventures with his friends: fighting crime, spreading justice, and... beheading Batman?

(toddler clark keeps beheading batplush and it is hilarious, i was dying of laughter, platonic, hints of superbat)

Flying Lessons

https://archiveofourown.org/works/549770

Batman teaches Flash how to pilot the Javelin-7. Flash is clearly better suited to the ground.

(^ fun bat and flash banter, platonic)

Put Away Childish Things

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21361447

Clark has a birthday party. It's pretty great, until it isn't.

(Hal and bruce taking a moment to just- talk about life and bruce comforting an emotionally raw hal, platonic)

In the name of the father, the billionaire, and honorary bat-uncle

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38067379

It becomes a bit of a tradition, after this; when Wally gets mad, he announces with a (obnoxiously loud) screech he'll be living with Uncle Bats until Barry gets his act together, except the smaller redhead doesn't use the word 'act' and Batman, with a reputation to uphold, has to resist the urge to cover Robin's ears.

Or; everyone fears Batman. the younger heroes tend to forget it. Bruce is thrusted into the hesitant uncle role.

Thin Line

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41584209

Bruce knows he walks a thin line between Batman and my friend's dad with a lot of the younger heroes. He just isn't sure when they skipped Mister Wayne altogether and he became Uncle B. (Or, Bruce may have an adoption problem, but this is not his fault. They just showed up.)

(^ these two fics being peak ‘uncle batmannnn can’t we go to batburger???’ vibes)

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GOTHAM/ BATLANTERN

to span the tide

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37793593

Batman looks after Gotham City. Maybe, Bruce Wayne has something to contribute as well.

or, five (plus one) times Bruce Wayne is observed as he quietly takes care of the people of Gotham City.

(^the bats actively connecting with gotham and its citizens has a special place in my heart)

and i'll be two steps on the water

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38005144

Studying his profile as she pours, the name clicks in her head like she knew it would. Even downturned, that face is unmistakable, and the realization thunders lightly in her mind.

Bruce Wayne.

(^ batty connecting with gothamites is just my jam especially if they were robbers or killers who had no choice, mans just trying to do good c:)

A Work in Progress

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41426337/chapters/103887219

Bruce is recovering from Scarecrow's latest fear toxin, having had a hallucination more terrifying than any before. He learns he has more kids than he thinks, that trips to a country cabin can be surprisingly healing, and that maybe it's time to accept that people worrying about you can be a good thing.

(^ batlantern, and bruce having a father/daughter camping trip just to ground himself where literally all the other bat girlies just tag along is IMMACULATE i love that idea so goddamn much)

The Mission Worth Fighting For

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21165110

The one where Harry Jordan and Bruce Wayne wake up in a hotel with only a couple of wallets, some weird things they don't think they want, and no idea who they are.

There is only one bed.

(hilarious and so very in character, loved hals and bruces relationship grow from ‘who is this grump??’ to this is my grump :) batlantern)

In Ruins

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5925469

It's the late 1930s and Bruce Wayne is an expert in Egyptian archaeology. When he's called down to Egypt to help out an old friend, he meets Hal Jordan and everything goes downhill from there.

(^ took me an embarrassing amount of time to realise it was an indiana jones au and when i say embarrassing amount i mean right now- i have just right now realised it was an indiana jones au. in my defence, i’ve never seen the movie sooo) ((anyway, it’s really good))

[002yb]

The intensity with which Damian stares Jason down is unnerving, to say the least.  The brat’s mom must have conditioned Jason somehow to have a compulsive need to react when Damian exhibits even the slightest levels of distress too, because the longer Jason tries to ignore him the closer he feels to breaking out in fucking hives.  And yeah, Jason’s aware he was the kid’s caretaker for awhile there.  Jason doesn’t remember it and Damian feels betrayed for it, but Jason is no one’s keeper now.  If the kid has a problem, he can ask.  It’s not like Damian is shy about speaking his mind.  Jason isn’t going to fucking coddle him like some doting, obedient little au pair.  

“What’s wrong?”

–well, Jason’s a liar.  

For all he’s achieved since getting home, being this little master’s nursemaid is how Jason is going to go out.  Doesn’t matter how fearsome and vicious Jason might be; how he accomplishes impossible feats–that’s the standard to be an Al Ghul wet nurse.

“You’ve been injured.” Damian tells him, and–ah.  The explanation brings startling clarity to Damian’s expression.  The brat is vexed, displeased.  Though Damian doesn’t talk about it much anymore, he remembers more than Jason does from their time together before.  Jason was his caretaker, his confidant; his guardian, his support.  To see Jason hurt is a slight to Damian, somehow.  He takes it personally; his disappointment is actually palpable.

Jason doesn’t recall getting injured though.  Overall it was a pretty droll night.

A frown pulls at his lips as he looks down, checking himself over.  No scratches, no scrapes; nary even a scuff along his boots.  When Jason meets Damian’s gaze again, the boy scowls at him and gestures pointedly to his own neck for reference.  Jason raises his hand to his neck, slowly mirroring the motion until his fingers brush a tender spot just above his collar.

Jason’s eyes widen, his hand clapping firm over the mark.

“I will tend to it.” Damian tells him, uncharacteristically sweet.  It’s both heartwarming and terrifying.  And–it must be another thing that was conditioned into him, because just thinking to refuse this boy has Jason’s nerves on edge.

So instead Jason dismisses with an easy, “It’s okay.  It’s fine.”

“It’s not.” Damian insists, and holy fuck of all the nights for Dick to be called in to cover a shift at the GCPD.  He’s the only one around that could successfully run interference right now.  As he should, given that this is all Dick’s fault.

Cass walking by is more happenstance than her reading distress in his body language and coming to rescue him.  Still, Jason forces eye contact and she slows to a stop in front of them both.  Damian gives her a fleeting glance before turning back to Jason.  Waiting.  Expectantly waiting.

Philosophically different as Cass and he are on a handful of key moral issues, they’re not on bad terms.  That’s what Jason thought, at least.  For all her insight and empathy she really misses the fucking mark this time though.  Cass looks at Jason, then to Damian.  Sees concern and confusion and compassionately diffuses the situation with a clear, “Not hurt.”  Which, awesome.  Great.  A big sigh of relief for Jason, but then Cass smiles a bit and adds on an entirely unnecessary explanation of, “Hickey.”

From across the cave, all the way from the damn Batcomputer, Bruce visibly perks up in his chair.

“Hickey?” Damian asks.

Cass nods and helpfully explains, “Suck mark.”

She says it clinically, like it’s no big deal.  Which it isn’t, but Jason’s cheeks still flush with embarrassment.  A low whine pulls from his throat because what the fuck, Cass?  She just offers him a nod as if to say, ‘you’re welcome,’ and Jason just–he’s never coming back from this.

Damian looks up at him with open disdain and disappointment, but before the little brat can fire off a biting remark about Jason’s fucking ‘promiscuity’, Bruce swivels slowly in his chair to turn and face them.  The stare down Bruce levels him with is endlessly more unnerving than when Damian did it.  Unlike with Damian though, Jason’s not going to back down here.  Just as slowly, Jason turns to challenge Bruce, staring him down just as hard.

It’s subconscious how Jason pouts about it.  Who wouldn’t though?  His pseudo-siblings just ousted him to daddy dearest.

“You’re seeing someone.” Bruce states, carefully neutral.  Jason realizes the man isn’t even looking at him–his eyes are trained to where the hickey would be visible were it not for Jason keeping himself modest.

Jason’s cheeks are still flushed with color.  He’s aware he’s not intimidating in the least right now, but he still grumbles and gripes, “Yeah.  Don’t be weird about it.”

Bruce barrels on with single-minded purpose, intent on being weird about it:  “Who is it?”

Jason huffs and lets his modesty die for the sake of crossing his arms over his chest and haughtily cutting his chin to the side, averting his gaze.  Petulantly, he says, “Not telling.”

Not one to be deterred, Bruce calls out with a hail mary of, “Tim–” that’s promptly returned with a bland, ‘Nope.  Not getting involved.’  It’s a refusal that effectively takes the wind from Bruce’s sails and Jason basks in that.  Smugness makes his lips curl as Bruce zeroes in on the suck mark, on the defilement to his degenerate little troublemaker.

It’s a sense of empowerment that quickly dies once Jason’s attention is returned to Damian, to that open look of displeasure over Jason parading himself around like a harlot.  For a brief second Jason feels cowed, but then he remembers he’s a grown ass man beholden to no one and scowls.  He pulls up the collar of his shirt and petulantly grumbles, “Don’t judge me, brat.”

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[sparkypantaloons]

Canon confirmed Bruce is one of those parents who dresses his kids the same

[bruciemilf]

Jason: I hate Bruce. I truly, sincerely, honestly hate him

Dick: Stop asking him to kiss your paper cuts, then

Jason, who cannot go on if Bruce won't kiss his bandaged finger: No!

[dc-and-damirae]

super sons gotham academy

damian: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you and the man you are becoming. Love, dad’*

jon: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*