#the batman 2: dad bruce

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robin not being in the next one would be my villain origin story fr 🫤

[brucewaynehater101]

I'm bad at math, but is Bruce theoretically 38 years old when he goes into the time stream?

Hear me out (and canon likes to fluncate their ages, so this is my best guess without trying to account for birthdays):

Bruce becomes the legal guardian of 9 year old Dick when he's 23. That's a 14 year difference.

Jason becomes Robin when Dick leaves at 18. Jason is 13. That's a five year difference.

Jason dies at 15, and Tim becomes Robin at 13. That's a two year difference.

The age difference between Tim and Bruce would thus be 21 years.

Tim becomes Red Robin to find Bruce at 17.

That means that Bruce had to be 38, right? Why was I imagining him closer to 50?

Adopting so many kids must have aged him

[bruciemilf]

Somebody tell me if this is a bad take, or if my love for Bruce is causing my objective brain to glitch, but-- something about advertising Batman, a hero who's very popular for being good with children, for being NURTURING with children, a bad father kinda defeats the whole purpose of what he's supposed to represent.

Batman is a protector; He protects people the world (and especially law enforcement) does not care about. That's literally the point of him.

Something about marketing " you can be incredibly violent to people you care about! And Its fine, because you care about them even if you abuse them, and that's what matters!" towards people, but especially men and young boys, is REALLY fucked up to me.

[tofuingho]

I have ANGST!

And a 2 3 4 5 6 7

Imagine, if you will:

Jack and Maddie Fenton are hot af and are okay with a bit of polyamory. They've shared a few people here and there. (This is why Vlad is obsessed with them. They wouldn't sleep with him because Maddie thought it would be a bad idea.)

Including Bruce Wayne.

A bit after that, Maddie realizes she's pregnant. Obviously, they're smart enough to realize that there's a slight chance the baby might not be Jack's.

So out comes Danny and they do a DNA test.

Jack Fenton, you are NOT the father.

They start trying to get into contact with any of the people who could be Danny's dad to get them to do a test.

Test after test comes back negative.

It's down to the last one. The one that won't return their calls. They've tried everything they can think of, short of going to the press.

They send him one last message.

"You have a son. His name is Danny."

They never receive any response.

[72stars]

[cw teeny bit of blood]

Return of the RH: Prometheus digital sketchbook, feat. a doodle of Jason’s previous face design and playing around with brushes, a couple of pages with resident oc Kieran (one page costume design current version, one page relationship with Jason), Talia rough design feat. baby Damian, Cleo costume and prop design current version + doodle of her and her dads when they were alive, current version of Jason’s face with early Robin era and semi-catatonic era versions, current version of Bruce with him being very unkind about Jason post-death and -return as a terrible coping mechanism, and a couple of pages re: Gotham and rough layouts for Jason+Kieran+Cleo and Dick/Kory/David’s apartments, feat. a doodle of David, Dick, and Kory in bed together

[not-another-robin]

Is there a ship name for this I propose spacebat

[embracedbythesea]

PTA dad Bruce my love

[littlefankingdom]

Tim's death [Injustice 2]

TIM IS LOVED, OKAY?! It's not because DC doesn't love him and put him in queer jail that he isn't loved by the batfam. Do not put the blame on them when it's DC the issue. Anyway, here is the proof: his death in the Injustice 2 comics.

At this point, Bruce has lost everything. Dick is dead and came back as Deadman, Damian joined Superman's fascist thingy and is currently helping his grandfather do a genocide, Jason is also on with the genocide thingy (They are being very stupid) and even Alfred was murdered. Tim, however, has disappeared with the Titans just after Superman killed the Joker. Well, they were in the Phantom Zone, to save Connor's life, and, after 6 years, they are finally free (Only Superman knew and he didn't tell anyone). Tim never stopped believing that Bruce would come for them, it's pointed out by the other Titans how Tim couldn't stop believing in Bruce, it's adorable, he loves his dad. And Bruce is releaved to get one of his boys back. BUT Zod is here and immediately kills him. Tim dies in his father's arms.

The line "I think that could be exactly what's needed" is about Bruce, as him, Alfred and also Harley have pointed out how Bruce is when he doesn't have one of his boys by his side. Like, he NEEDS to have Tim. Bruce, in Injustice, is a character based on family, so the narrative around him always goes back to his family. But it's also a character that lose said family without losing hope.

Bruce doesn't participate in the battle against Zod, he just holds his son's body during all of it, his attention staying on Tim, he completely shut down. He couldn't save his son who was right by his side. It's only after Zod escapes that Bruce moves, pain boiling into rage.

Bruce acknowledges that Tim made him a better man, which is a call-back to how Tim found him during his violent rampage to deal with his grief. And with Tim now dead, it's time for the violent grief to come out again, but for him this time, not Jason. He wants nobody to stop him, and nobody tries to (they care about their lives, thank you)

Bruce: You killed one of my boys. You should be afraid of me, because I'm going to fuck you up. (Good shit)

Barbara's line makes me think they all thought this could be Bruce breaking point, and they would have understand, getting themselves ready to comfort him for breaking his code. But he didn’t, Amazo killed Zod.

[batfamfucker]

There are four main types of Batfam fans in regard to how people interpret Bruce Wayne as a dad (/Joking. This is mostly satire and should not be taken seriously):

Fans that think Bruce is emotionally constipated and isn't the best at being a parent but still tries (Differs per person). Don't necessarily think he's absuive but thinks he can be toxic or have unhealthy expectations for the Robins. Can smell the Oldest Daughter Syndrome coming from Dick and have Family Line (By Conan Gray) as their top song on their Dick inspired playlist and Daddy Issues (By The Neighbourhood) for Jason.

Fans that choose to believe Bruce goes to therapy in their own canon. Love B:WFA. Thinks the comic can be cheesy at times and so find a balance between B:WFA Bruce and Please Go To Therapy BruceTM as their middle ground. He struggles. They advocate that Bruce is not a bad parent, he just has bad writers that seem to forget Bruce wouldn't hurt kids, especially not his own. Love the humane moments and scenes he has in BTAS and the early JL cartoons. He may not be perfect but he's not literally abusive. Whores for Bruce being able to admit when he is wrong and for Jason and Bruce reconciling. I recommend Grow As We Go by Ben Platt for this one.

A mix between the first two. Was fine-ish when Dick was younger. Didn't help him in the healthiest way but eh. Still emotionally constipated but that happened more so after Dick left and Jason died. Started getting better when Tim came back but was still closed off. Should probably go to therapy with the kids so they can drag his ass about all the things he's done that have actually affected them negatively. Understands his mistakes and is also able to admit when he's wrong, eventually. It's not easy but he starts to do better and learns to be more emotionally available. Still has to get chewed out by Alfred sometimes but definitely better than he used to be and it shows. Reconciliation is slow and gradual but progress is made for everyone involved.

The one's I personally avoid for my own sanity and wellbeing:

Think Bruce is a complete bastard and abuser. Want him to choke. Hate any and all interpretations of him. Some of which will refuse to understand how anyone could have a different interpretation. Will point out comics where, in all fairness, he is a dick but forget that characterisation can significantly differ from one series to the next, as comic characters are constantly passed around to different writers and have been for decades. Not to mention movies, shows, etc.

[tournamentofdads]

Tournament of Dads

[imogens-posts]

Gays in the rain

[acrowseye]

Stephen Strange hides America under his cloak the same way Batman does for his Robins

[starlooove]

The way this has literally applied to every member of the batfam at some point and still does for most of them el oh el

[tofuingho]

I have ANGST! Part 2

There's a 1 3 4 5 6 7

Danny knows that Jack Fenton is not his father.

Danny knows, Jazz knows, the whole family knows. His mom and dad had never made it a secret that he was conceived during a one night stand with Bruce Wayne.

They also didn't make it a secret that if Mr. Wayne knew, then he didn't care. They'd never heard a peep from him or Wayne Industries.

They'd tried so many times to contact him before giving up. They'd even gone to Gotham and left a letter in the mailbox at WI and the Mansion.

But that was fine. Danny didn't need some stupid billionaire in his life. He had his mom and dad and Jazz and his friends.

So what if the guy who couldn't be bothered to know him went and adopted a kid?

Everything is A-OK.

Until it's not.

He died.

He's alive, but he died and it h u r t .

And now Amity Park is being attacked and his parents keep shooting at him and he's failing his classes and the government wants to kill him and Vlad wants to kill dad and he has a clone.

Everything is going wrong and he doesn't have anyone to lean on.

Tucker and Sam... and Jazz, they're just kids like him.

He can't tell his mom and dad. They want to hurt him.

What should he do? What should he do? What should he do? What should he do? What should he do? What should he do?What should he do?

[lily-drake]

I KNOW it’s been a hot second, and I’m sorry. Personal stuff has been kicking me in the butt and I haven't been able to write something for myself in literally 3 weeks. I hope this makes up for it. Requested from my Ao3 here is part 2 of, Why Can’t Bats Rest in Peace?

Sorry. I missed the part where you said to post requests here. This is an idea to follow up your resurrected Marinette story.

What about Marinette struggling with her time as ladybug but also the fear and anxiety from her resurrection. Like having flashback from the worst akumas and her having new fears like being underground or in small spaces. The bat family helps her with the akuma trauma and Jason helps with the trauma from her resurrection. Does this work? I’m good at brainstorming ideas but am really bad at writing my ideas out as a story.

Ground me, Not Bury Me

Previous

Falling, she was falling!  The air had left her lungs and all she could feel was wind whipping around her.  She screamed and reached for the hand of an unknown man with blonde hair and bright green eyes.  She could feel a strong pull to him, but she couldn’t remember what for.  She gasped for air, but everything was still blurred around her as she came crashing down, down, down!  She screamed and screamed and screamed as she was suddenly stabbed by an unknown person with a blurred face.  She wasn’t falling anymore, instead she was on her knees holding her side where warm liquid dripped down around her.  Someone was speaking, but she couldn’t make out a word.  She looked around and saw people with black hair wearing strange clothing around her.  She felt the strongest urge that she knew them. She wanted to crawl towards them to make sure that they were alright, but suddenly something cold and hard was clasped tightly around her wrists.  She looked up at the blurred figure as they laughed manickly.  She didn’t feel afraid of them, but for some reason she was afraid of what they would do to her and the other people.  She could glimpse bits of white and green from the blurry figure, and then they hit her and she fell over.  When she tried to get back up, she found that she couldn’t even sit up.  She felt soft material surrounding her, and something flowing at her legs.  She screamed again as there wasn’t a single speck of light.  It was dark, it was so dark, and something was trickling down her face!  She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t breathe, why can’t she breathe?!  She banged her fists against the plush material, but it did nothing.  She scratched and clawed, shredding her skin to bits, but she ignored the pain.  Her panic only increased as the more she struggled the faster the unknown substance came down into whatever was holding her.  She sobbed, she couldn’t even remember the last time she had cried.  She couldn’t take it anymore, why was all this happening?!  Why couldn’t she be free?!  She was going to die, she was going to disgrace her family and die because she was to incompitent to escape!  She just wanted this to be over.

***

Bruce, Damian, Dick, Jason, and Alfred hurried to the room Marinette was in.  They had heard her screaming and needed to make sure she was okay.  Marinette had been getting better as of recent months, but it was still a long way to go for her recovery.  Nobody knew what had brought her back, not even the Flashes, but she was here, and they weren’t going to lose her again.  She had on and off days where she was able to be fully awake and conscious for a few hours at a time, her record was currently 6, before fading back into a cloudy sort-of daze.  These hours were often few and far between, often happening only once or twice a month at random.

As they neared the door the horrid screams were replaced by heart-wrenching sobs and muffled pleading.

“Let ‘e out!”

She gasped out as they slowly opened her door.  Marinette wasn’t moving, but her body was tense in a way that showed her fear of being trapped.  

“Too small!  Dark!  Help!”

She cried out causing Jason to instantly run to her side.  Gently he picked his baby sister up so that he could sit on her bed and have her lean against his chest as he caressed her head.

“Shh.  It’s okay Pixie.  You’re not there, you’re out.  You won’t ever go back there again.”

Jason whispered soothingly into her ear as his eyes began to water with unshed tears.  Slowly Marinette’s erratic breathing began to slow as Jason continued to whisper sweet nothings into her ears while rocking her slightly.  Her eyes began to open, tears still falling down her oh so pale cheeks.  Her eyes were still clouded over and not a word escaped her as she stared into nothingness.  She simply leaned closer into her big brother's chest seeking out the warmth she desperately wanted.  

The others watched from the doorway hesitant to ruin the moment.  But Jason simply looked up at them with a sad smile and with a quick movement of his head invited them to join them.  Jason moved to the center of the bed and let everyone surround the two.  Damian was the first one, moving to hug his sister’s right while wishing he could do anything to relieve her of this pain.  Tim came on their left, resting his head against Jason’s shoulder as he stared worriedly at his baby sister.  Dick plopped on next to Damian and wrapped all of them into a hug as he looked into Marinette’s clouded eyes.  Bruce simply sat on the edge of the bed staring lovingly at all of his children promising himself that he’d keep watch.  He’d keep them all safe.  Alfred smiled at his family while wrapping the large duvet around all of the members cuddled together in the center of the bed.  He gave Bruce a small squeeze on the shoulder before he silently left the room keeping the door open just a crack.  All would be well, not now, but one day.

***

Marinette leaned her head against Dick’s shoulder.  She was conscious today, and she didn’t know how to feel about it.  She had died, she knew she had died, she remembered the way she had died.  She wished she didn't because it always made her finicky and it made her feel like she wanted to claw off her own skin at times.  Besides, if she began to actually think about it, she would go back to the mazy mist that clouded her brain.  That was almost worse because every time she came back she lost once again and didn’t know how long it had been, where she was, what had happened to her, it was a truly awful and disorienting feeling to exist.  The worst part was because she was trained to never let herself be that adrift in the first place, so the fact that it happened so often and for so long made everything even worse.  It was always the worst when she came to when she was alone.  Nobody was there to ground her and all she could do was panic until the haze overtook her senses once more.  She glanced around the den feeling the heat from the flames caress her unnaturally cold skin.  It was nice, that was until a flash of a burning city came into her mind.  It was so hot, the scent of charred skin hung heavy in the air and she couldn’t breathe!  Screams resounded in her head and despite her attempts to cover her ears to quiet the sound, it only made the cries of agony grow lounder, and louder, and LOUDER!  

“Marinette, it’s okay.  You’re not in Paris anymore.  It’s all over.  Please Mari, I need you to breathe.”

Someone was holding her wrists in a firm yet gentle grasp as her head was gently against something firm yet comfortable.  The first thing she noticed was the slow rise and fall of object she could now decipher as her older brother's chest.  Then she heard the constant ba-dump of a heartbeat.  She tried her best to match her breathing to the rhythm, taking her time and trying her best not to fall back into the cloud.  She didn’t want to go back, she wanted to stay here in this moment, able to comprehend the world and people around her.  She didn’t want to miss anything else.

“You’re not in Paris.  You never have to go back there again.  You did such a good job, and we’re so proud of you.”

She tuned into the sound of her brother’s voice and took in the scent of his aftershave.  She was okay, it would be okay.

“Th-thank you.”

She murmured.  Because of how long she went in her hazes unable to properly speak her voice had been quiet and almost inaudible due to disuse.  She hated it.

Dick gave her a gentle smile and placed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head.  

“I’ve got you Mare.  You’ll be okay.”

Marinette leaned into her brother’s gentle touch and was so very thankful that the void hadn’t taken her right then.  In fact, she was able to stay like that for another good hour before the haze washed over her once more.

***

She wasn’t going to kie, this was the worst time to come out of haze, no doubt about it.  It was slow, but she knew what was going on.  There was warm water rushing down her body and somebody was scrubbing her hair.  She nearly screamed when she realized what was going on.  Her head snapped to the side in full awareness and the person bathing her almost fell from shock.  It was Selina, she internally sighed with relief.  They stared at each other for a few moments before Selina smiled at her and whispered,

“Is it alright if I finish, I was just about to rinse the conditioner out.”

Marientte stared at her for a bit longer contemplating whether or not she was actually okay with that.  When she was unable to move her arms from her side and unable to stand up from the stool she was situated on she reluctantly agreed.  

Of course she trusted Selina, but this was just so embarrassing and goodness this was awkward.  Why of all times did she have to come to know.  She tried to sit still and not think of the water trickling past her face and how it reminded her of the attacks made by Stormy Weather.  The rain that fell down her face as cries from civilians resounded as some were killed in tornadoes and twisters, others in collateral damage, and how many froze to death trapped in giant blocks of ice.  The sound of mourning parents and children as the rain continued to beat down upon her.  Once the water was off she was glad to be wrapped in the warm and fuzzy towel.  She was shivering though, more so than a normal person would after getting out of a warm shower and attacked by cold air.  No, she assumed this was the consequence she got for pulling a Jason, a broken internal heating system.

“It’s going to be alright dear.  Let’s get you dressed then I’ll bring you down for dinner.”

Marinette didn’t bother asking for the date at this point, it was worthless until she was fully healed and able to stay continuous for more than a few hours a day.  She let Selina dry her hair, brush and braid it, dress her into a warm pair of sweats, a thick cozy sweater and warm fuzzy socks with the grippies on the soles.  It was nice really, and the chill wasn’t as bad now.  She let Selina pick her up, as her legs just would not hold her, and bring her down stairs to the dining room.  She leaned into all of her touches, nearly basking in it in hopes that she could bring the feelings back with her when she went back to the void.

There was loud chatter from the dining room and when they entered everyone glanced up.  She was glad that instead of falling silent their smiles simply got brighter when they saw her eyes were indeed cognizant. 

“Angel, tell these hooligans that it is acceptable to hit someone when they offer it!”

Damian said as he crossed his arms and puffed out his chest.  Marinette smirked as she was carefully deposited in her seat next to her brother.

“That depends, how was the offer phrased?”

She asked playfully.

“I think it is okay to follow through when the imbecile askes, ‘what are you going to do, hit me?’”

Marientte giggled a little and nodded as if she were in thought.

“I agree with Damian, at that point they are asking for it.”

Dick pouted,

“Blueberry, we’re trying to not encourage him to hit his fellow students.”

Marinette raised a brow at that and shrugged.

“Not like I knew he hurt anyone because of that line.”

Jason nodded at that and pointed at her with his fork.

“She has a point.  Can’t blame her when she was asked a question with no background knowledge.”

Dick nodded with fake seriousness.

“True, true.  But now that you know it, do you still stand by that statement?”

He asked with an obvious fake serious voice.

Marinette mirrored him and set her face into one of full concentration before she gave a curt nod.

“Yes, I do.  They asked for it, thus it is still okay.”

Damian smiled triumphantly while Jason gave her a subtle thumbs up while Dick pouted and Bruce just gave a TiredDad™ sigh.  Marinette was so happy while she ate that she completely forgot about any thoughts of Paris or her gruesome demise.  She was even able to watch a full movie with her family in the Den.  Unfortunately, she was still consumed by the haze once again, but she was getting better.  Soon, maybe she would never be forced into a haze again, but until then she would take as much as she could get with her short bouts of consciousness. 

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