#dad! jack

[jackmanbj]

happy wife, happy life

summary: your pregnancy mood swings are killing jack, he tried everything to get you happy but everything he tried fails.

requested by a lovely anon!💕

jack had just left the house to go get you some food, you wanted to stay home because this baby was kicking your ass.

jadore went with jack to go get your food so she could get some to.

stinka💕-baby what do you want?

you- i told you, canes.

stinka💕- i know baby, what do you want from canes?

you- oh sorry, can i get a 3 piece please?

stinka💕- of course

you put your phone down and started watching me before you.

not even 10 minutes into the the movie, you in tears, but it was to good to turn off.

jack helped jadore into her seat and placed her food down.

he quickly went to go get you so you can eat.

jack opened the door to seen you crying, eyes still glued to the screen, tissue in one hand and remote in the other.

“baby whats wrong??”

jack made his way over to you and wiped your tears off with his thumb.

“nothing..the movie is so sad though jack..” “baby, lets go eat mmh?” “ok..”

jack helped you up and started helping you make your way down the stairs to jadore and your food.

“whats wrong mommy?”

that made you cry even more, just jadore making sure her mommy was ok made you cry.

jadore noticed you starting to cry once again so she hopped out her set as fast as she could and ran over to hug your leg.

you bet down to pick her up.

“mommys ok sweet girl, lets eat eat?”

“yes!”

you brought jadore back to her seat and your both started eating.

“mm jack this is so good, want some?”

jack walked over a took a huge bit of your food and you just looked at him.

“really jack? i dont even want it anymore.” “baby finish your food!” “no! i dont want it anymore.”

you got up and picked up your phone and started walking back upstairs to watch your movie.

a few minutes later jack walked into the room with the word sorry written on his forehead that looked like it was written by a three year old.

because it was.

“read my forehead babe.”

you looked at his forehead and immediately giggled.

“really? i hope thats washable.”

“it is mamas, now do you forgive me?”

“yes baby boy i forgive you.”

jack had the biggest grin on his face as he walked over to you.

he stood on the side of the bed where you were, arms open.

you quickly got up to hug him.

“jack..”

“yes ma”

“i love you.”

“i love you more baby, more then anything in this fucking world.”

jack leaned down to kiss you and you quickly kissed him back.

jack started rubbing on your stomach, bending down to talk to her and kiss her.

jack planted 3 kisses on you before opening his mouth.

“hi baby, mommy and daddy cant wait to meet you, you’re going to be so spoiled by everybody, i love you so much. you have an amazing mom, sister, and uncles.” jack planted a few more kisses over your stomach before looking up to fine you once again crying.

“babe.”

“im sorry! that was just so sweet!”

jack chuckled and pressed play on your movie.

every once in awhile, sad scenes would come up making you cry but jack would always calm you down.

until the movie ended.

you were right expecting the most happiest ending ever.

but it wasn’t, in fact it was the saddest ending you genuinely ever seen.

and you wouldn’t stop crying, lord knows it was just the baby but jack knew it was hormones and the only way for you to stop crying like this would be for you to go to sleep.

“baby how about you go to sleep.”

you shook your head no then got up and went to the bathroom.

“wheres jadore?”

“taking a nap mamas why?” jack got up and made his way to the doorframe of the bathroom.

“nothing, i was just checking.”

you reached for the shower handle losing your balance but jack was quick to catch you.

“unt unt, mamas go lay down, you can shower later fuck that.”

“jack! i wanna shower now!” “no ‘cause you almost bussed your fucking ass, go to the bedroom.”

jack pointed to the room implying for you to go there.

you simply huffed and rolled your eyes.

at this point, you simply wanted to take your shower and relax, but no.

‘just because i was about to fall doesn’t mean im not capable of taking a fucking shower.’

you thought to yourself as jack finally walked into the bedroom to join you on the bed.

“ma.”

you simply looked at him before pulling out your computer.

jack reached over and took the computer out of your lap and closed it, placing it on his side of the bed.

you quickly pulled on his earlobe.

your nails pressing together slightly as jack whined in pain.

“give me my fucking computer jackman thomas.”

“yes ma’am.”

as soon as you let jack go he reached to grab your computer rubbing his ear in pain.

you took a look at jack to realize he was pouting and rubbing his ear.

“aww come here stinka.”

you pulled jack into your chest as he fake cried.

“jack baby im sorry.”

“you almost killed me!”

“dont you think thats a bit dramatic?”

you moved jack curls out the way exposing that huge forehead and kissed forehead before gently placing them back.

“jack your forehead is huge, i hope sarija doesn’t have a forehead like that, i was so happy when jadore didn’t”

“THATS UNNECESSARY! you know what, i hope they dont have your high. since you know, your 5’5 on a good day.”

jack leaned up to whisper in your ear “its never a good day.”

you push his head off your chest while giggling and jack was full out belly laughing.

“are you finally happy ma? youve been crying all day.”

you quickly pouted.

“im kidding babe.”

jack placed a kiss on your lips and you quickly smiled.

“im going take my shower jack.”

“take it in the morning, lets go to sleep.”

“fine.”

you laid down once again slightly agitated, jack reached over to rub your bump and of course you let him but you let out a angry huff

jack realized you were once again upset but decided to let you sleep and not speak on it.

‘im going to have to deal with this the whole rest of this pregnancy’ jack thought as he kissed your cheek rubbing your belly.

[chloesimaginationthings]

How the Bonnie bully got their FNAF mask,,

[mellosdrawings]

Guess what happened to my dog yesterday.

[picklesinabottle]

I don't really understand why people only consider destiel jack's dads, not just because sam is also there, but also because it's infinitely funnier if Jack says "I have more dads than most people" and means 1. the devil himself 2. the president of the united states 3. a fallen angel 4. that guy's situationship 5. number 4's brother

who is doing it like him

[littlefankingdom]

Jack Drake: This is Tim, my son...

Bruce Wayne who met Tim only a couple of weeks/months ago:

[pyersiki]

release by pearl jam means a lot to me as a song and I think the lyrics fit Jack so well… grief is difficult to navigate

[mishaesque]

my issue is that just rewatching Supernatural isn’t enough. It takes too long. I want it all at once. I need a room covered in 327 monitors that feed me every single episode at the same time. I need the DVDs melted down and put into an IV drip. I want every single minute of the show tattooed on the inside of my eyelids. I need to live inside its flesh.

[gnowos]

[jackmanbj]

daddy daughter time

summary: you and sarija dont feel to good so jack takes jadore out to a daddy daughter date.

“jack are you sure yall going to be okay on your own?”

“yes baby, i have extra snacks, drinks, toys, blankets, and stuff animals.”

“okay babe, if you need anything call me uhm if anything happens come straight ho-“

“baby you worry too much, i got this please calm down.”

“fine.. i love you.” “i love you more and take your medicine and make sure sarija takes it to babe.”

“i definitely know how to take care of us, bye babe.”

jack walked out the room after kissing your forehead and kissing sarija’s cheek.

“you ready to go jadore?” “yes daddy!” “ok, now when we go you have to listen to daddy ok? if i tell you no that means no or you can get hurt, understand sweet girl?”

“yes daddy!”

“ok now you remember the rules right?” “yup” “alright lets go baby.”

jack took jadore by the hand and started bringing her to the car.

jack placed her into the carseat and started making his way to the trunk to place the rest of her things.

you just decided to take a nap while you could being as though sarija was sleeping and you knew she would be up soon.

jack had just pulled out of the driveway and jadore was asking to listen to his music.

you hated when sarija or jadore listened to his music because it was ‘to inappropriate’ for them at there age.

jack being the chiller parent would let them whenever you weren’t around.

jack put on his playlist of his music and the first song that cane on was I wanna see some ass.

jack usually wouldn’t mind them listening but he felt you would find out because jadore had a habit of mumbling whatever song was in her mind.

jack switch the song to sundown knowing it was one of her favorites.

jack and jadore got to the park and jadore played while jack pushed her on the swings, caught her at the end of the slide and watched over her.

jadore played for 30 minutes before she ran to jack saying she was hungry.

jack got her a snack and put her back into the car so they could go to the restaurant.

“daddy!!” “yes baby?” “can i listen to your music again?” “not right now baby.”

jadore let out a huff and kicked her feet while jack looked at her in his rearview mirror.

“jadore tovi, stop.”

jadore looked at jack and started to cry while kicking her feet.

jack sighed and went to call you.

sarija had woken up around 10 minutes ago so you were feeding her when jack called.

“hi baby.” “hi, is that jadore screaming like that?”

“the one and only.”

“put me on speaker.”

jack put you on speaker and you started to talk to jadore.

“jadore tovi harlow, you cannot be screaming just because daddy told you no, you have rules follow them or your coming home. understand?”

you heard her sniff before she answered you. “yes mommy..”

“thank you baby.”

“you’re welcome jackie, text me before you get home so i can have jadore things ready for a nap or bed.”

“alright, i love you.”

“i love you more, i’m still on speaker right?” “yea”

“i love you jadore!”

“i love you to mommy!” giggled as jack hung up the phone.

“after we get some food where do you want to go dore?”

“home! i miss mommy and sissy!”

“alright baby.”

sarija was only two months but jadore already loved her with her whole heart.

jack texted you and let you know after they left the restaurant the would be coming back home.

it was only 4:30, you thought they would be out basically until jadores bedtime, you knew you weren’t going anywhere after this so you decided to get out jadores pajamas anyway.

it was 5:24 when jadore and jack pulled up at home.

you went to your room trying to avoid jadore as to not get her sick when you heard the door opening.

jack walked in and was bringing jadore to her room when he got a text from you.

you- brush her teeth, give her a bath, then put her in her pajamas. shes not going to sleep right now but its to make it easier for later tonight.

stinka💕- i got you baby.

jack did exactly what he was told and after it was jadores nap time anyway, he put her in the bed and kissed her forehead and went to your room.

he walked in to see saija being feed and you slightly sitting up with your eyes barely open.

“do you want me to bottle feed her my love?”

you shook your head yes and jack walked over and took her from you.

“thanks jack.”

“of course, go to bed baby. i got it.”

you rolled over on your stomach after fixing your t-shirt and started to drift off to sleep.

after around twenty minutes jack came back with a sleeping sarija baby in one hand and two bottles in the other.

jack put sarija in her bassinet next to your side of the bed and walked over to his side.

jack came over and cuddled up on you but you pushed him off.

“i dont want to get you sick babe..”

“if anything im already going to get sick because i’ve been around sarija all day, i dont mind baby.”

jack gave you a kiss on the cheek before coming back to cuddle you.

“jackie..”

“shh, go to bed mamas. i know your tired..”

jack rubbed your hip up and down and pushed you into him.

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

(Before Janet Drake died)

Tim: Bruce:

Tim: Please don't ask.

Bruce: Why are you breaking into my house with a broken arm. Tim: I don't want to talk about it.

Bruce: Why not go to your parents? Tim: ....I don't wanna go home right now. Bruce: *scoops him up* ….come on, little one.

Jason who also broke in: *Sees Bruce with Tim* Holy Gotham what happened to the Replacement.

Bruce: He won't tell me :(

The rest of the Batkids: *summoned*

[dcxdpdabbles]

Jack: What do you want Alfred: Son, please- Jack: Not your son. Not since you walked out on Mom to go to jolly old England. How's that going, by the way? I heard you walked out on your daughter there, too. Alfred: I know I wasn't the best Father, and you have no reason to forgive me, but this is a matter of life and Death. Jack: Oh, big surprise, good old Dad only comes around when he needs something. How about some tea and biscuits while we're at it? Alfred: Please listen. A few hours ago, the Justice League was compromised. Batman was able to send me a coded message that they were being mind-controlled by ghosts before he was captured. You and your wife are the only known contacts for Phantom. The world needs his help before the Justice League goes on a planned massacre. Jack: ....Fine, but only because thousands of innocent people could get hurt. *Turns to shout up the stairs* Danny! Can you come down here?! Alfred: We don't have time for your kids. We must move before- Jack: Unlike you, I always have time for my kids, but no, this isn't just a moment when you met your grandson. You need Phantom, don't you? Alfred: Yes? Jack: Then you need Danny. Danny: Did you need me, Dad? *looks at door* Who's this? Jack: The man who would rather be a butler/nanny to someone's kid than be a decent Father. Also, your new teammate for the upcoming battle. We're going to punch Batman in his dad-stealing face. Danny shifting into Phantom: FINALLY.

[whimzycle]

You look a little bit like someone I used to know dearly

Fooling around with an idea I've had for a while now.

[hughes-your-daddy]

baby fever

pairing: jack hughes x fem reader

summary: a week at the lake house with jacks family has got you thinking far into the future with him.

warning: a lil suggestive

you’re barefoot on the dock, letting your legs dangle in the water beneath you embracing the sun rays. quinn and luke are out on paddle boards trying to push the other in while jim and ellen are sat around the fire pit with a few other family members.

and jack?

jack is sat playing with a baby. his baby cousin ellie, and by god was it hot. you don’t think you’ve ever been this whipped in your whole life. she decided that jack was her favourite since the beginning of your trip only sticking to his side and taking naps with him when they’re not playing and jack couldn’t be more reciprocal.

you’ve been watching them from the dock for the past ten minutes, watching him chase her around the small patch of grass, talk g dramatically making small giggle erupt out of the small girl. his skin golden in the sunlight, tshirt soft when he finally sits down, ellie climbing into his lap hearing that stupid soft voice he uses when he thinks no one’s listening.

“you like uncle jack huh?” he asks the little girl squealing, placing her hands on his cheeks.

“jack jack,” she squeals as he begins tickling her, wiggling in his lap.

“ellie, you wanna grab some food.” her mom calls out before the little girl is up and running her little legs up the small hill, back to her mom.

jack smiles as he watches he run away before his eyes flicker over to yours grin only widening before he’s pushing up to his feet and coming over.

he drops down beside you, letting his feet dangle in the water, taking your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to the back of you hand.

“hiya.” you smile, pushing your sunglasses onto the top of you head t see him better, “lost your little friend huh?” you tease playing with the small bracelets on his wrist.

“stand your ground, she’s stealing your man.” he teases back causing you both to laugh before he’s looping his arm over you shoulders pulling you close, “nice to have a minute with just you though.” he hums you smiling turning to press a kiss to his hand that rests over your shoulder.

“it’s nice,” you say turning to face him better, bringing your feet out the water resting over his lap, where his hands find your legs, gently brushing up and down them, “i like seeing you with kids, you’re really great with them.” you smile seeing a smirk creep onto his face.

“you telling me you got a little bit of baby fever.” he smirks leaning in closer to you, your hands finding his cheeks.

“maybe,” you say leaning in but stopping against his lips, “but i’m not ready to give up my body yet.” you whisper causing him to chuckle as he pulls you in for a kiss, hands moving up to your waist pulling you onto his lap.

you giggle pulling away, resting your head against his shoulder as you sit sideways across his lap, looking out over the lake. one hand comes up and down brushing over your back the other coming over your knees, thumb brushing across your skin.

“i think we have plenty of time for that babe.” he mumbles against your neck, pressing a small kiss before pulling away hearing a certain scream of his name

“jack jack.” ellie squeals running down to him crashing into his back, her little arms coming around his neck.

“hey ellie.” he laughs as you move off his lap, ellie replacing you, sitting with her back against his chest, “you’re gonna be getting ready for bed soon.” jack says, ellie shaking her head as she leans back against his chest.

“me no tired.” she says, followed by a well timed yawn making you chuckle.

“how about if jack jack took you to bed huh?” you ask and you see her eyes light up, as she quickly nods, you and jack standing up, him carrying ellie on his hip into the house.

yous make your way upstairs to her small makeshift crib as you wait by the door, jack laying her down, gently pulling the small blanket over her.

you watch from the doorway seeing him press a quick kiss to her forehead a small smile appearing on her face as she falls asleep.

he lingers for a moment, leaning over the e crib watching to make sure she’s asleep before he turns to you, flashing a smile, before he quickly leads you out, gently shutting the door behind you, leaving it a few inches open.

“your good at that you know.” you whispers, wrapping your arms around his waist, his falling around the neck as he looks down to you.

“well i was apparently great with luke when he was a baby.” jack mumbles, a smug smile on his face before you laugh.

“jack you would have been like 2 or 3.” you chuckle, as he pulls a face at you.

“hey, i was good for a 2 year old.” he huffs before pulling you close, kissing the top of your head, “how about we grab a drink now, i bought that wine you like today.” he smiles, leading you downstairs to the kitchen where you smile as he pulls out the bottle of wine you love so much.

“gimme a big glass of that please.” you joke sitting at the island while he pours two glasses, a bit more in yours than his.

you slides your glass over, both of you taking a sip as you hum in joy before heading out to the fire pit where everyone else is sat talking.

there’s only one space left and without thinking, jack sits down pulling you onto his lap being careful of your wine before shoving a blanket over the top of yous.

“warm enough?” he asks and you nod laying back against his chest.

“i’m all good.” you smile, settling into conversation with his family around you. yous laugh along, ellen sharing some stories of the boys when they were younger, like the time jack when he was 5 tried to use quinns skates and fell over immediately, him hiding in embarrassment behind you, digging his head in your neck.

time passes and soon people are starting to head back inside, you going in to refill your glasses when you notice jack didnt follow. confused, you quickly pour your wine before poking your head out the back doors, squinting in the darkness trying to find jack.

you see him, laying in the small hammock looking out over across the lake. you smile, walking over and stumbling slightly once you reach him, jack reaching out to steady you.

"woah, baby maybe youve had too much." he giggles, taking his glass from you, helping you get comfy, laying ontop of him, back against his chest.

"mmh, im good," you humm, closing your eyes for a moment feeling jacks breathing beneath you, "just a bit tipsy," you giggle, looking up to see him holding back his own laugh.

you both manage to calm down a bit? jacks fingers grazing up and down your arm as you both sip your wine under the stars.

“you’d be a great mom y/n.” jack whispers, coming down to kiss you, letting his lips slide over yours.

“mmh,” you hum pulling away, “how many would you want?” you asks, moving carefully to see his face better.

“maybe three, i mean growing up as three brothers I’ve always wanted three of my own.” he smiles, as you nod, letting one hand tangle in his loose curls at the back of his head.

“i could do three,” you start before rethinking, “although if the whole process is traumatising, i might have to rethink.” you say causing him to laugh.

“whatever you want baby, it’s your body.” he smiles, moving slightly so the hammock will rock side to side.

you finish your wine before you start to feel your eyes droop most likely due to the alcohol as you feel your glass be taken from your grip.

looking up you see jack placing them both on the floor, “come one baby, let’s head to bed.” he whispers carefully getting up as he helps you up, arm going over your shoulders as his other hand carries the two wine glasses.

you both stumble a bit, laughing at your walking before making it to the kitchen, sliding open the patio door and creeping inside, locking the door behind you.

he places the two glasses in the sink before turning back to you, taking you in his arms, yours moving around his neck.

“how do you feel about a boat day tomorrow baby?” he asks, hands running up and down your hips, swaying left to right.

“is like that.” you smile, placing a small kiss below his ear before heading upstairs to bed. he guides you upstairs hand on your lower back and into his room, locking the door behind while you walk over to grab something to change into.

you decide on one of jacks old training camp t-shirts and strip of your shorts and top, unclasping your bra before sliding on the shirt, just staying in your panties.

you turn seeing jack frozen in place one eyebrow raised.

“what?” you giggle at his posture.

“you’re just so hot,” he says making you laugh even more, walking over to him, his hands grasping your waist, “i’d get you pregnant eighth here if i could.” he whispers with a smirk as you smack his chest.

“jack,” you whisper shout seeing his smirk turn to a grin, “i mean id probably let you but im on my period right now.” you say seeing his face turn to disappointment, “also put a ring on me first please.” you say as his eyebrows raise.

“i’d marry you tomorrow baby.” he whispers pressing his face into your neck, pressing soft kisses up and down.

“me too baby, me too.” you smile before pulling away to finish getting ready.

you move into the bathroom, tying your hair up and starting to wash your face, while jack walks in after a few minutes in just some sweatpants ready for bed.

he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, head resting on your shoulder as you finish your skincare.

“can i try some of that?” he asks, as you put on your moisturiser. you smile at his curiosity before hopping up onto the counter, letting him step between your legs, hands on your thighs as you apply a thin layer across his skin.

“you’ve got gorgeous skin honey.” you smile, how he never gets any zits and doesn’t even wash his face properly is crazy to you.

you finish before he grabs you by the waist as you squeal in surprise, carrying you back to bed, laying you down before he lays ontop of you, face buried between your breasts.

“you ok there jacky?” you ask, seeing a content smile on his face at his position.

“i just love your boobs y/n,” he whispers causing you to laugh, but quickly quieten down again as there’s a small knock at the door.

jack moves, so he’s sitting up, resting on his elbow, before quietly saying “come in,” seeing his cousin peek inside with a certain someone in their arms.

“so sorry to wake you jack, but she won’t go to sleep unless it’s with you,” she says, feeling guilty as jack just smiles.

“don’t worry, she can sleep with us.” he smiles, looking down to you for confirmation. you nod smiling at him, before his cousin comes over laying her on jacks chest, ellie immediately lighting up at jacks presence, as his cousin leaves.

“jack jack.” she mumbles half asleep, before light snores come from her as she falls asleep almost immediately.

“she’s precious.” you whisper, cuddling into jack side, head resting on the spare area of his chest, “can’t wait for us to have our own little family.” you whisper, feeling a light kiss pressed to the top of your head.

“soon baby, i promise, soon.”

[mercvry-glow]

Boy-dad!Jack is always on my brain, because sure—we’re conditioned to think that tough men deserve soft things at the end of the day, like raising a little girl with their loving partners. But little boys can be soft too…

And Jack knows that better than most.

Because it isn’t just about protection. It’s about breaking the cycle. It’s about looking at a tiny version of himself and thinking, You won’t grow up afraid to feel. Not like I did.

It’s the way he crouches down to his son’s level instead of towering above him. The way he says, “Tell me what you’re feeling,” instead of, “Toughen up.”

The way he holds him close after a nightmare and murmurs, “You’re safe, I’ve got you,” like a promise he’d rather die than break.

Jack’s the kind of dad who teaches his son to say “I’m sorry,” and mean it. Who tells him it's okay to be scared, to ask for help, to wear his heart on his sleeve. Who high-fives him when he says something kind. Who’s patient when he cries. Who celebrates when he dares to be brave and vulnerable.

Because Jack doesn’t want to just raise a good man. He wants to raise a well rounded one. One who knows that softness isn't something to earn—It's something you're allowed to carry.

Like—Jack, who grew up with god-knows-what kind of pressure to bottle it up and be strong, now kneeling next to his son after a hard day and saying, “It’s okay to cry, buddy,” while gently brushing hair out of his little boy’s face.

Jack, teaching him that strength isn’t silence, that protection doesn’t mean control, that gentleness isn’t weakness.

It’s not just about giving his son a better childhood than he had—It’s about giving him the freedom to be whole.

Because somewhere deep down, Jack knows what it feels like to be a little boy who didn’t get that.

And he refuses to pass it on to his son.

Boy-dad!Jack supremacy, honestly.

[timmydraker]

Tim Drake who was raised to not be allowed to ask questions at home and so he just assumes that he’s not allowed to anywhere.

It wasn’t like he was told he couldn’t, it was just that he was often ignored when he did or made to feel like a burden or even straight up stupid when he did. They were too busy to answer questions that could be easily answered if he just thought about it.

It doesn’t help that he’s a naturally curious child and can rattle off a dozen questions in a single minute.

So, when he starts being around and eventually living in the manner he sort of just assumes he’s not allowed to and naturally, this leaves him with a lot of internal turmoil. He does ask questions, but not things that are either able for him to figure by himself or something that he thinks could be a bother for others, things like how to use the new tech that came into the ace or where the fresh linen was.

Bruce at first is impressed by the way Tim adjusted to things so independently and with so little need for guidance, but even when he’s at his lowest he’s able to see how strange it is that Tim seems to put so much stress on himself for things he can get others to do. He assumes Tim is like him and just wants to figure things out himself, determined to solve things on his own.

It comes to a head one day when he watches Tim storm up the stairs while a confused Dick is standing below looking utterly bewildered.

Upon questioning him, Dick explains that he had just been asking Tim if he needed any assistance with his ongoing case as it seemed to be bothering him only for Tim to instantly snap at him about hypocrisy and double standards.

Bruce tells Dick to just give him some space to calm down and instead goes to see Tim himself.

His ongoing my theories since he started to get a clearly head and had talks with Dinah.

Standing next to the door to very clearly show that Tim can leave the conversation whenever he wants, he doesn’t bother trying to hide what he’s doing because no matter how he does it Tim will notice, instead he just stands there a moment until Tim looks up from where he is angrily rearranging his clothes… on the floor… to other parts of the floor.

Bruce holds back a sigh and instead speaks in as steady of a voice as he can, “Ducky, I want us to have a talk, not just about you. Can we please try?”

Maybe it’s the earnest wording and the way he’s invoking himself in the discussion, or the old nickname that Bruce hasn’t actually used for a while, or perhaps both, but Tim deflates like a balloon and goes to sit down on his bed and gives a single nod.

Bruce smiles and something it is so clearly Bruce the person, the parent, the guy whose just trying and not Batman or Brucie.

Bruce sits as well, parallel to him and with as reflex posture he can have with such a tense body, “Tim, why do you feel you can ask for help?”

It’s such an open ended question and Tim can’t help but scoff, his own internal perception making him feel angry at the question and so he snaps, “Because I can’t! You guys never offer help and even when I want to it doesn’t matter because it’s always about what Damian wants for dinner and what times are better for Dick for lunch or- or work! It’s only me doing Wayne Enterprise stuff and I also have to do Drake Industries stuff now and none of you guys help me because I have to do everything on my own-“

Bruce doesn’t want to cut him off but this confirms some things and if so, he needs to do fix some things quickly.

“Ducky, why do you have to do everything on your own? I don’t mean as Robin or Red Robin, but as you, as Tim.”

Bruce can only hope he’s doing this right and that he isn’t pushing in a way that’s going to hurt Tim.

Nothing can stop the way Bruce startles when Tim lets out a guttural scream of pure frustration, standing up and looking so genuinely past it as he shouts, “BECAUSE I ALWAYS HAVE TO! IF I ASK FOR HELP I’LL JUST BE IGNORED OR TOLD IM STUPID OR- OR-“

Tim starts to huff, choking on air as he lets out several years of frustration out only to collapse under Joe helpless he feels.

Staying as still as he can, not showing his concern or his growing heart ache, Bruce leaves a hand palm out out for Tim to take and asks as carefully as he can, “By who, Ducky?”

And Tim, he looks so angry at first and yet when he opens his mouth he sputters and hesitates, trying to say something before thinking better of it a couple times and then… then he just looks defeated as he can’t bring himself to give an example of this because in reality, it hasn’t really happened. Sure there have been times when people have had to deny him, but how rare has that been?

And when has he actually been denied for no reason?

Tim sputters again and this time he actually speaks and says, “But mum-“

Bruce has to hold everything in him back from giving the most heartbroken look because it will definitely be misinterpreted as pity.

Never has Tim look more like a kid even though he’s almost eighteen, he looks like he’s lost in a supermarket and the front counter has called for his parents several times and still he’s alone.

He gives an encouraging nod when Tim goes to speak again and stops, still holding out his hand even as his arm beg isn’t to ache.

Tim manages to say, “If I ask for help then-then I’m being childish.”, right before falling into a ball of himself while also reaching a hand out to grasp Bruce’s.

Bruce himself brings himself to the floor and squeezes Tim’s hand, getting as close as he dares without checking in first but Tim just falls into him.

He can’t deny it’s a bit awkward at first, but eventually he just does what feels natural and cradles Tim to his chest.

A moment passes before either speaks again and it’s Bruce, “Ducky, I want you to know this isn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have just let you take on so much by yourself and assumed you were okay, I shouldn’t have offered help and shown you that you can ask for it.”

Tim goes to speak and Bruce gives a small squeeze to ask him to wait, luckily Tim understands and lets him continue, “I don’t know everything, I have an idea but I think assuming things is what’s put us in this position in the first place. What I do know is that some things need to change, including how much pressure has been put on you and at the same time, I need you to do something for me. It’s not going to be easy but I know you can do it, Ducky.”

With a sniffle, Tim pulls away from him and looks at him with red eyes, “What is it?”

Bruce smiles, “I want you to try to not assume how we’re going to react to things. More specifically, I want you to do your best to give us a chance to respond to you better or even just differently to how your parents would.”

Tim look ashamed for a second and Bruce knows that expression, it’s the one Tim gets what he feels confused or stupid and so Bruce pulls him close again and says, “You haven’t done anything wrong, Tim. You haven’t made a mistake, it just… you were raised in different way to how we do things, right or wrong. Because Tim, and I’m saying this as clearly and plainly as I can,”

This time he nods along to his words and prays he’s doing the right thing and says, “You are allowed to ask questions.”

Tim starts to sniffle again and Bruce knows he’s done right, “you can ask anything, Ducky, even something small and pointless or something huge and personal or even just something without a definite answer. We’re here to help you, not hinder you.”

This time Tim cries and by all definitions it’s a wail, a heartbreaking and tragic wail of pure emotion as he sobs into his father’s arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I thought- god I was so angry and it was all my fault and I-I’ll

Bruce shuts that down immediately, “no it wasn’t, we should have done better to show you it was okay before hand. Yes, you did put more power to this than you should have but by all accounts it makes sense, and at the same time-“ because two truths are possible and important, win for Dialectic Behavioural Therapy “-we had a duty to you to notice and act on it. I knew something was up and I didn’t do anything even though I’m a detective and your carer, and that is on me. I admit that.”

Tim just cried harder and tries to shake his head no but then Bruce holds him tighter and he can’t.

He does feel stupid, like he made a big deal out of something small, but it was so big to him growing up and he wanted better but just… couldn’t take the chance.

But Bruce seems to want to understand and in a lot of ways already does, so…

“Okay. Okay, I believe you.”

Bruce smiles and kisses his head, “Thank you, Ducky.”

Dick and Alfred, standing by the doorway, both give each other a nod and start working out how to explain this to the Damian ‘Change Is My Worst Enemy’ Wayne.

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I need us to talk about Jack Abbot’s little belly/tummy cause it’s making me go fucking bonkers. Like imagine stroking his lower stomach while you give him head just to feel his skin. Or having both of your hands on his chest and feeling his belly collide with the rest of you while you ride him, just diligently bouncing over him and you can feel his entire torso against yours.

Yeah…we love old man bellies in this fucking household. GIMME DAT!