#but so is danny and i’m a mere slave to my own whims.

[therandomartmaker]

A little angst for the soul using dp x dc because it’s what crack i am on right now

When Danny snaps, Bruce just feels so so tired.

“What do you want from me? What do you want me to say?” Danny yells, frustrated and broken and, worst of all, genuinely confused.

Bruce just wanted to know if Danny knew that his parents weren’t good, and why they weren’t good, and why Danny still protected his parents. A few well-placed questions that were just a little bit to the left, apparently.

What does it say when a child learns far too early that there are ‘right’ opinions and ‘wrong’ opinions?

‘It says that that child has been let down and beaten and broken by the words of adults that should’ve been rolemodels,’ Bruce thinks.

Bruce wonders how many times Danny has been told the his parents are the professionals, that they are the experts about ghosts. How many times he has been told that he is a non-sentient unfeeling entity, and how many times he has been scorned for trying to say otherwise.

“Only what you think, Danny, only what you know,” He answers, gently, softly. “Not what you think I want from you. I want you to trust that I will acknowledge your opinions.”

How many times will Bruce have to hold a broken child before they are ok?