#teen bruce wayne

[bruciemilf]

Need a teen! Bruce au where he’s exactly like Justice League! Batman and Battinson in one. That mf put the fear of every god in Ra’s Al Ghul.

Everytime he’s in a room with someone over 30 “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance plays in the background.

Despite that, in his own way, he’s as gentle as can be with his league. Give me a young Diana who’s getting spat on and ripped apart by the media in a way not one of her male teammates get.

And she’s Wonder Woman. She shouldn’t be affected by it. And she is, anyway. Bruce relates to that in an uncomfortable degree.

“When I first became Batman, weak men tried standing in my way, too. “

“And what did you do?”

“I stepped over them.”

He has a tiny Robin he occasionally has to keep on a leash.

Give me somewhat teen mom Bruce who struggles to wrangle his unruly six year old who likes flipping from rooftop to rooftop and thinks fighting Bane is a piece of cake.

“If Tati can do it, so can I!”

“Dick,” he paused, before handing him a handfull of candy. “Wonderful emotional manipulation. Good job.”

“:D”

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

tbh teen Bruce Wayne in my opinion is the type of kid who speaks rudely to teachers, starts a fight, sleeps through class and skip school, becomes class topper,sets his teachers yard on fire, wears a cool and expensive suit ,Go to violen class, get in a fight with 20 ppl with the violen as a weapon, win, dislocate his shoulder, set it back on his own, get drunk, discover a new element,become a model, survive a murder attempt by his principal who's in a cult ,solve a murder, graduate at 16, go to therapy only to get blackmailed by his therapist, get new trauma, get in an orgie just to beat up rapists, go to his martial arts class he's been having since he was 5, get almost killed by his girlfriend , then go home and play his electric guitar and listen to Nirvana to call it a day

Did I miss anything?

(some of this is cannon btw)

[minnesota-fats]

Snow Bat

Ch 1

Danny, a homeless kid living on the street. Bruce, a rich kid obsessed with trying to find his parents' murderers. They both meet one rainy night at age eighteen, and from that night forward their fates are intertwined forever more.

All is as it should be.

Danny remembers the night like it had just happened—but I guess you will witness it first hand. He had situated himself on a street corner, not busy enough to have a constant set of eyes on him—but then again no one really batted an eye at a homeless kid here in Gotham. Though, Danny did not consider himself a kid anymore. Not after all he had been through, though that doesn’t matter right now. Danny was sitting on the concrete walkway, not really paying attention, just sitting in thought on what he should do next. He had gotten this far, but he still needed to figure out what to do next. He had come into town with a bag of clothes and a wallet full of money. Thought that didn't last long when in a shitty part of town, known for muggers and killers.

Danny didn't really put up much of a fight either, he was too tired to really do anything and most importantly he didn't want to use the abilities that he has. Sure, it would have made getting away easier but when did Danny ever do things the easy way? So, in the end he was down one bag of clothes and any identification and money. Though while on the run, you don't really want people to know who you are. The only purpose his ID had was just to serve as a reminder of who he was, now with it gone, Danny can really start anew. He just had to figure out what he was going to do.

Danny didn't really register the rain until he felt it stop pelting his head aggressively. He looked up and was confused to see an expensive looking umbrella positioned over his head. Danny followed the hand holding the umbrella to see a young man who was surrounded by a halo of the street lamp shining directly behind him.danny tilted his head to the side to examine the man, he had stormy gray blue eyes and slicked back black hair that started to lose shape as the rain began to wet it and his suit jacket. Danny could feel his heart skip a beat, something very noticeable when your heartbeat is as slow as his. The man looked down at him and tilted his head to mimic Danny's own head tilt.

The young man’s name is Bruce Wayne, heir to the Wayne family fortune. He had been walking around to clear his head after he had a fierce argument with his father figure Alfred. Bruce had stormed out of the vehicle and began walking away in a random direction. Bruce knew that Alfred wouldn't be too far behind, knowing how protective he was of Bruce. During his walk however Bruce had spotted what looked like a kid no older than eighteen, sure he was the same age, but Bruce hadn’t considered himself a kid for a long time despite what others around him might say. He tightened his grip on the umbrella and without much thought he walked closer to the young man. As Bruce got closer he could see the man had a busted lip and swollen downcast eyes. There were smudges of blood on his dirty hoodie and a steady stream of pink bloody water dripping from his hair. It is clear to Bruce that this young man had just been on the losing side of a fight or at least a beating.

It reminded Bruce of how he used to get into fights in primary school after- Bruce didn't want to think about that right now. Bruce walked toward the man and used his umbrella to shield the man from the rain. When the young man looked up, Bruce couldn't help but admire how bright this man's eyes were—at least the one that wasn’t swollen shut. The young man in front of Bruce had unbelievably blue eyes that almost looked purple as the light shifted when the young man tilted his head to the side in confusion, Bruce mimicked the movement.

Bruce knelt down to be at eye level with the other man, “what happened?” He asked, voice smooth and unassuming.

“Got my shit stolen,” Danny says with a shrug, his voice sounding hoarse from the disused. Danny coughed and cleared his throat, “what does it look like?”

Bruce looked him over, “you seem to have suffered several contusions that range from a not so serious looking busted lip to a concerning head wound that may or may not need stitches.”

Danny tilted his head the opposite direction, “oh,” was all he could think of saying, dumbfounded by the sudden medical analysis.

“If you would like I can take you to the hospital,” Bruce offered, “my car is just around the corner.”

Danny’s eyes widened, “no! No hospital,” he exclaimed. His back straightened up as he tried to lean forward, but the sudden movement made him feel dizzy. “I, umm…. Can't afford it….” He tries, sounding unsure.

Bruce looked harder at the young man in front of him, “money isn't an issue,” Bruce starts. But the tension in the man's form made him reconsider his approach, “But if you want I can treat you at my home,” He offered.

Danny calmed down at what the man said, “No, it's ok. I'll be fine,” he starts as he leans back down against the wall, not taking his eyes away from the man in front of him. “I don't want to impose.”

“Then do you have somewhere I can take you? I’m not leaving you here alone.” Bruce says, stubbornly.

“Really buddy, I’m good, I don’t need-” he tries but Bruce cuts him off.

“I promise you, I won't hurt you,” Bruce tried again, “If you want you can even stay the night, have a warm meal and shower. I just want to help you.”

Danny looked at this man again, really looked at him. Danny could feel that this guy really meant it, he wanted to help danny—no strings attached. Danny let out a groan before leaning forward and shaking his head in annoyance. Danny looked back up into the man's eyes, “fine,” Danny grumbles out, “only for a hot shower. But if you're a serial killer I'm gonna be real pissed off.”

The man smiled and reached out his hand for Danny to take, “don’t worry, my name is Bruce. What’s yours?”

Danny accepted Bruce's hand and groaned as he helped hoist him up, “name’s Danny,” he responds, “I think I might have a broken rib or two,” he admits, swaying a bit as he clutched his side.

“To be expected when mugged in Gotham,” Bruce said darkly. The comment made Danny snort a bit in laughter. Bruce smiled a bit as he pulled Danny closer to him so they could both share the umbrella, Bruce could see the man tensed up a bit before resting into Bruce’s side. It was like that Bruce led the injured man to the edge of the sidewalk just as a sleek black car drove up and parked in front of them. Danny seemed to tense up again at the sight of the car, looking like he was ready to bolt. Bruce made sure to keep his posture passive, hopefully to convey that they were not in any danger.

The front window rolled down to reveal the familiar face of Alfred, “I see you have made a friend, Master Bruce.” He commented as he moved to get out of the car.

“No need to get out Alfred, I got the door.” Bruce says softly and he pulls Danny along and opens the back door. He holds the umbrella up above the door to allow Danny to get in first. As Bruce guides him down to sit Danny groans again as settled in. Bruce smiled at Danny reassuringly before he closed the car door and ran to the other side to get in. Once in the car Bruce looked forward at Alfred who looked through the rear view mirror at his ward, “to home please, Alfred, I promise my friend here a warm meal and shower,” Bruce explained before looking back at Danny, “after I check his wounds,” he says directing that part to danny who just groaned in annoyance before looking out the window.

Alfred smiled softly at the display of fragile trust, proud of his ward’s stubbornness when it comes to others safety.

Hopefully, this will be good for both young men, the old butler thought as he took note of the state the new man was in.

If only he knew how significant this meeting actually was.

Only time will tell.

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Remaining chapters on ao3:

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[bubblesxo]

idk why but this song just gives me such teenage!bruce wayne vibes. (like, specifically him during the gotham tv show)

Mother Mother // Wrecking Ball (LYRICS) (youtube.com)

the rage and anger he felt for years festering, him being pushed to do something, ANYTHING, until eventually it becomes his life's work, his mission to protect the city.

because he can.

(because he can't describe it in words and still make it sound like he was ok as a child.)

[robinscatgirl]

Things Bryce has said during her time in high school pt.1

Random girl bothering Bryce because she skipped ahead two grades

Girl: Ugh look, it's little miss smartass. Tell me how's life without mommy and daddy?

Bryce: You're a whore.

Girl: Excuse me? I have a boyfriend and a purity ring.

Bryce: For real? How do I get one?

Girl: A little late for you.

Bryce: *rolls her eyes knowing damn well she's never touched a boy unless it's to cause physical harm* No it's never too late to have your boyfriend fuck every girl but you.

Girl: I don't need to take this I'm on the Honor Roll something you'll never do.

Bryce: I'm on the Honor Roll too and I'm the one who skipped two grades ahead. So bitch why don't you shut the fuck up before I slit your throat and watch the honor roll out of you? *Pulls out a whole ass blade complete with serrated edges*

Girl: *Takes a step back in fear* Are you threatening me? *Blushing bright red from the sheer anger and embarrassment of being called out by a 15-year-old for her stupidity*

Bryce: No I'm hitting on you. Flash me a titty bitch.

Girl: Cokehead slut.

Bryce: *Grins in weed*

[sing-me-under]

Look, I adore Bruce’s relationship with Minhkhoa and the whole of Batman: The Knight, but also I just really love the fandom interpretation of feral teen idle Bruce Wayne who probably killed at least one man before suddenly having an Adult(tm) revelation in the LOA that brings him back to Gotham.

[bunnystarzzy]

Teen!Hal: are you high?

Teen!Bruce: am I wha?

Teen!Hal: high

Teen!Bruce: Hi :D

[lovefrombegonia]

That post about teen Bruce Wayne being a menace and an ultimate mean girl LMAO 😭

He gonna make even Joker cry 💀💀💀

[moider-time]

Bruce has anxiety, yes.

It makes life harder, especially coupled with his depression and tendency to self-sabotage (Harley: don't forget the autism!). But school has never inspired more than his general level of anxiety, at least learning wise. People are a different ballpark.

So when his heart rate spikes after hearing about his upcoming Spanish oral exam, it's a bit of a shock. He had totally forgot it was coming up. The words of the teacher get more and more muffled as he gets more and more worked up.

He was never good at languages. His mind would get all the tenses and conjugation muddled up. The only language he was kinda good at speaking is Irish so as to honour his father. And even then, he's not exactly fluent and he's been doing it for years. Needless to say, he's royally fucked.

[jbharts]

It's called fashion, Bruce

another repost from my Instagram in 2021

[bruciemilf]

What are your fav teen! Parent Bruce headcanons?

Oh gosh who gave him CHILDREN

Very awkward, but kids naturally love him and vice versa

Teen bruce takes the subway, either because he refuses to be the asshole who drives a lambo to Walmart, or just to feel something

He's the patron saint of tired parents, magically calming crying babies in a blink

Kids In his neighbourhood (or any kids really) run up to him like, " Mr wayne can you give us a ride" and he's like ??? I'll do it, but Chris above, don't ask anyone else that

Babysits little Tim Drake (Tim crawled through the doggy door once and never left)

Really patient, but he's a teenager, so Nani from Stitch

"GO TO YOUR ROOOOOM!"

Toddler Dick Grayson: "IM ALREADY IN MY ROOM!"

Oliver calls him screaming at 3 AM on a Saturday, you know, like an asshole, -- " Why do you have THREE children?!"

"I found them."

" ' I found them' is the national anthem for kidnappers!"

Thought Tim to skate, but backwards. Tim thinks that's how all kids do it. Tim is wrong

Sees Dick playing on the chandelier and thinks " normal toddler behavior"

To be fair, he used to babysit Kate. If Dick isn't playing pinata and "interrogation room" with the neighbourhood kids, he couldn't care less

Cigarette mom without the cigarettes

Jason is an angel of a baby and Bruce thinks there's something severely wrong with him. Why aren't you being a menace. Are you sick?

"Alfred, the baby's happy all the time. Set up a doctor appointment immediately. "

[t00thpasteface]

"well, the laser vision IS a plus, because it's cool watching her set stuff on fire from 50 yards away. and i like that she can fly and get things off of high shelves for me. but those aren't the ONLY reasons why i like her!"

(also i hope you enjoy retro batdad, because that's where my brain's at right now. i'm delighted that starfire's design is already so incredibly 60s; she fits right in 🌠)

[ditzybat]

jason in the batman suit with all his guns and artillery: what the hell tim, did you just club me in the head with a lead pipe???!

tim: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST - you scared the shit out of me, i thought you were me from the alternate future coming to haunt me again

jason: why would i be you from the future?

tim: well all the guns and muttering about how twisted society is like some unfortunate bond villain coupled with wearing B’s suit really gave me a sense of de ja vu - so forgive me for trying to kill my future self

jason: … you desperately need therapy, and this is coming from me of all people

[batcavescolony]

*hanging out at Titans Tower*

Dick: do you know what I hate? People acting as if JASON was an angry Robin-

Jason: can you not?

Dick: shut up! I'd say I was angry as Robin, Damian for a bit, Tim a little bit but JASON! JASON?

Jason: I have a rep-

Dick: HE WAS ADORABLE! He said 'Robin gives me magic', he had his little front curls, he used to wrap himself up in his cape so he was just a yellow triangle with legs, he looked like a little duckling!

Jason: *launching himself at Dick* SHUT UP!!!!

Dick: *prying Jason's hands away from his face* HE-

Jason: IGNORE HIM! He's a liar.

Donna: Jason you worked with us as Robin to fight Brother Blood. We know how you were and you were adorable.

[starspilli]

dc cowboy doodles & wips !

[incorrectbatfam]

Does the Batmobile ever get ticketed or does the GCPD just ignore it

Bruce: *puts a box on the table*

Bruce: Gather around, everyone. It's time for our monthly ticket review.

Bruce: First up, Steph. Can you explain what happened last Friday?

[earlier]

Steph: *looking for parking in a full lot*

Steph: Screw it, I'm going around back.

Steph: *parks in front of a fire exit*

[present]

Steph: I just needed to use the bathroom.

Bruce: And in those three minutes, the Joker released a giant water balloon forcing everyone to evacuate through one less exit.

Steph: It said "fire exit." That technically wasn't a fire.

Bruce: Well, the penalty is $100 plus the towing cost. I can pay it off but you have to help Alfred in the kitchen for a month.

Steph: Yeah, that's fair.

Bruce: Next up... Cass and Barbara? Color me surprised.

Barbara: Oh yeah, I had to remotely pilot the Batmobile the other day because Cass needed a getaway.

Bruce: Then why am I being charged $250?

[earlier]

Cass: *fighting a gang*

Barbara: Orphan, ETA thirty seconds. Prepare for extraction.

Cass: *knocks out the last henchman and runs to the car*

Comm. Gordon: *writing a ticket*

Cass: ?

Comm. Gordon: You're in a disabled parking spot without a permit.

[present]

Barbara: Well I am disabled.

Bruce: Understandable. I'll let it slide since it's the first time. Just file the paperwork for a permit.

Bruce: Dick, you went thirty-five over the speed limit when you weren't pursuing a suspect. Explain.

[earlier]

Wally: Race you to Keystone?

Dick: *revs the engine*

[present]

Bruce: You're better than this. I'm disappointed. Next up: Tim. Driving without a license plate. What happened there?

[earlier]

Tim: I wasn't supposed to take the Batmobile since Bruce benched me for my wrist, but my other ride is in the shop.

Kon: What about cameras? Can't your dad tap into the city's surveillance system?

Bart: Traffic cameras read license plates, so if we take them off, no one will recognize us.

Kon: Now that's an idea.

[present]

Tim: That's on me. I shouldn't have listened to them.

Bruce: Put them back on, plus you're benched for another week. Damian, on to you.

Damian: What on Earth could I have done? I followed the speed limit, parked in the correct spots, and never so much as changed lanes on an empty road without signalling.

[earlier]

Damian, a middle schooler: *driving*

[present]

Damian: Tt.

Bruce: Don't do it again. Duke...

Duke: *cringes and remembers what he did*

[earlier]

Duke: *hooks the Batmobile to a freezer trailer*

Duke: *starts driving around with a megaphone*

Duke: Ice cream! Get your ice cream!

[present]

Bruce: Fantastic job. No complaints.

Jason, muttering: Teacher's pet.

Bruce: And finally, Jason.

Bruce: *empties the rest of the box*